#my plan is to do an office job until i have kids then run a daycare from home so i can actually be home and raise my kid while still working

[guinevereslancelot]

finally heard back from the specialist it's going to be over a month for my appointment 🥲

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Imprisonment

Summary: Tommy holds you to a high standard in marriage, expecting you to care for the children, tend to the house, and serve him. It was all too much and in an attempt to escape from Tommy’s wicked ways, he catches you in a lie.

Warnings: Noncon, misogyny, physical/mental abuse, traditional values and expectations, spitting, degradation, humiliation, forced breeding

Thomas Shelby. The most important, handsome, dangerous man in Birmingham. The man every woman’s knees would give out for just one night with him and would risk their freedom for. 

If only they knew the rope he had around your wrists and neck throughout your marriage, constantly having to watch your tongue, dress elegantly to events with insecure men who used their position of power to have control over others.

What drew you in aside from his constant devotion to win you over was the fact he could provide for you and a family, he gave you a house to live in and share together. He took you in and loved you when you had no money, never once blinked an eye at another woman, always stood up for you but that all changed.

Currently seated in his office, rocking your newborn he was filling out paperwork jaw clenched, nothing but the sound of the clock ticking on the wall filling your eardrums.

Things weren’t how they used to be before the marriage.

There was no quality time together, no signs of affection other than a quick fuck when he decided he needed it. Date nights didn’t exist, the compassion was missing entirely it almost seemed as if Thomas was always preoccupied with business to care for you or the three children you’ve birthed. There were numerous times where you begged and pleaded for just a night out, for Frances to watch the children for one night a month at the least but he wouldn’t have any of it. 

Then whenever you’d question him as to why he was out late doing business matters with women you haven’t even met it would be a simple “it’s just business, nothing more”. But you knew that was a lie, yet you stayed, you stayed out of fear because you didn’t know who he was anymore, or the lengths he would go to, to keep you in the house.

Matters became difficult after your newborn was born, you’d only been married to Thomas for three years and it seemed all you were good for was carrying his children and doing all of the chores outside and in while he was god knows where handling the family business, the great Shelby Incorporated. When you reminded him of what he’d hired Frances for he’d simply respond with, “She’s not their mother, she’s not my wife. It is your job to watch after the children no matter what arises. I take care of the business, you stay home help Frances with chores and ensure that the kids are fed, bathed and taken care of, as a wife should.”

He held you to a high standard that was too much to bare and any opportunity to discuss and come to a compromise would be immediately dismissed as he “didn’t have the time to discuss such ridiculous matters”. 

You had a plan, a plan to take the kids and run to get away from this circle of madness, even if it meant raising the children on your own and working to make ends meet without Thomas’s help.

Their bags were packed and hidden away outside in the shed, covered with a blanket.

The sound of his pen falling aimlessly onto his desk pulled you away from your thoughts, sending your attention to him immediately as to act like nothing was going on.

He picked up the bottom of his whiskey glass, finishing off what was left in a singular gulp, before his blue eyes that no longer sparkled locked with yours in a moment of skepticism.

“Why were you out in the barn today? You fed the horses at sunrise and released them and if I recall correctly there’s still quite a few more hours until sunset.” Stiffening in your seat, you adjusted yourself to make it seem like nothing was wrong while your hands tightened cautiously around your sleeping newborn.

“Oh I just remembered that Harry left his sippy cup out there and he was asking about it. Didn’t exactly want to handle putting Daisy here down for a nap while he was crying for it.” Thomas huffed and folded his hands, his top lip twitched up as he reached for his cigarettes rubbing the rolled up tobacco on his plump lips before lighting it. You hated when he smoked around the children and he knew that. 

“Well I’d prefer you tend to the house, and we have two other children in case you’ve forgotten. Surely they needed you.” At that moment your third began screaming downstairs, he was beginning to start teething and was having his moment of discomfort. Tommy looked at the door expectantly, silently excusing you from the room without one more word, didn’t even offer to hold your newborn while you tended to Patrick.

The following morning after his coffee, he awoke you from your deep slumber dressed in a suit and tie, smelling of teakwood and mint. He was freshly showered, hair combed back while his hands were tucked swiftly in his pockets. 

“The garden looks like it could use your attention today as well. Wouldn’t want my money to go to waste. Also Frances retreived the mail when you weren’t awake, Harry is overdue for his physical so get that taken care of today.” He exited the room, picking up his briefcase on the way out.

When you heard the car door close outside you peaked out the window to ensure he had left and rushed to the closet grabbing a handful of clothes.

Your mind was running in every direction and you were damned if you weren’t going to have your freedom if not for you, your children.

The Shelby household was no place for children, guns everywhere, all out wars in the dining room, the degradation of women. Daisy didn’t need to see that or be taught she were less because of being a woman.

Tommy already had it planned out for her, her whole life sheltered until he found a man suitable to marry his daughter, it was dreadful.

Frances watched you walk rather quickly outside through the green fields of fresh flowers to the barn, carrying three bags. She wasn’t stupid and she was not going to lose her job over this.

After you closed the door to the car once the kids were buckled in she met you outside, causing you to roll your eyes and anxiety rise in your chest.

“Frances please spare me the you can’t do this, he’ll find you this and that. I will not raise my children up in a house like this with a man who shows no care or love for them! So respectfully stay out of it and do what you do best and go wash my husband’s blood stained clothes because it will never be enough to keep him satisfied.” With that you closed the door and made your way out of the driveway, on your way to freedom.

The backroads were empty as you intended not single soul in sight nothing but the warm breeze flowing through the rolled down windows, deer galloping in the fields. You were almost out of Birmingham on your way to a new life for you and the children.

Harry and Daisy were asleep in the backseat while Partrick was coloring in a book, kicking his small legs back and forth mindlessly. The sight made you smile widely.

Coming to a stop light you reached down to retrieve  your address book and directions to make sure you were going the right way but the sound of tapping on the window drew you out of your thoughts.

“Mommy, look it’s daddy!” You immediately froze in a silent panic, not wanting to look up.

When you didn’t move he reached his hand through the window, unlocking the door and taking a seat on the passenger side.

Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly until your knuckles turned white, the anxiety rising in your chest causing your breath to get stuck in your throat. 

The metallic feeling of his gun settled on your thigh.

“Now don’t make a scene my love. Arthur is going to take the car tonight and John is going to drive us all home. We’ll talk about this later.” Begrudgingly you brought your shaking hand up to put the car in park as a tears flowed effortlessly down your cheeks in defeat.

Stepping out of the car you gathered the kids, crying even more as you felt you failed them. 

“Mommy what’s wrong?” Tommy scooped Harry up in his arms, swiping the hair away from his forhead.

“Mommy’s not feeling well and asked me to pick you guys up. We’re going back home she needs to sleep.” 

The whole ride home the car filled with silence, Tommy’s hand never leaving your thigh as his nails cut deep into your skin. You were terrified to arrive back home in the prison he built just for you.

After putting the children in bed, telling them you love them you closed the door lightly while Thomas stood next to you outside their room, watching you intently.

Once the door was closed he leaned in against you, his lips just inches away from yours.

“If you attempt this little show of yours again I can assure you, you won’t see the children again. You won’t live to see another day.” He pulled you by your wrist ignoring your choked up cries and pulled you into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“You thought you could run away from me? Thomas Shelby? And I wouldn’t find out? Mistake number one was the fucking sippy cup. Frances watched you carry those bags out to the barn and phoned me immediately. Forcing me to cut the deal short and to reschedule. Do you think I don’t treat you well? That I don’t give you everything?” You stayed silent, tears streaming down your cheeks as his dominance and power over you filled the room just by the way he circled around you.

“Did you forget your place? Is that it eh?” He stopped in front of you, wrapping his large hand around your small throat, his hand tightened tremendously, forcing you to gasp for any type of air.

He began to laugh menacingly, darkly. His crystal eyes arose with a blue flame, eyebrows furrowing together in anger as he spat on your face.

“You live because I allow you. You are my fucking property, my dearly beloved.” Not letting go of your throat he began walking angrily with grit, slamming you against the wall where books tumbled down from their shelving.

His lips smashed into yours in a heated, hateful kiss, his free hand running down your thigh to your ass, gripping the flesh harshly forcing a desperate screech to escape your lips.

His knee forced your legs a apart as he unzipped his pants with his free hand.

His hardened erect member popped out freely, smacking against your abdomen.

You tried to protest, words barely even understandable while he slid your panties to the side.

The shadow of his dominating eyes loomed over you with power, his nose snarling while a singular vein in his forehead was standing out noticeably.

In one swift movement his hips bucked upward, his cock sliding between your bruised walls that no longer wanted him.

It stung, you were completely dry, your makeup running down your cheeks in a beautiful disaster, and Tommy took a tremendous amount of joy in reminding you how much power he had over you.

“Big will always fuck small darling. You feel that?” He thrusted up into your core mercilessly, ripping your dress down with a flick of his hand leaving your breasts exposed to him as they bounced up and down, causing you to try to hide your face to look anywhere but him.

“That’s all you are, nothing but an appendage, my little slave. Tell me when are you going to learn your role Y/N, eh?” Your hands left his on your thrust, trying with all their might to push him away but he was too strong.

“Thomas please!” He mocked you repeating those words in a childish tone.

You could feel your body beginning to betray you, his cock warming your insides as the pain turned to pleasure, but you stayed crying as shame fulfilled you.

He began to laugh, as he watched your slick begin to slowly ooze out of you, coating his cock.

“Would you look at that? Still a whore for me arent you? You should feel grateful I’m even fucking you, hasn’t felt the same since you gave birth, more spacious, not so tight anymore.” You spat in his eye.

“Fuck you!” He released your neck, causing you to drop straight down onto the dirty floor. 

As you were gasping for air his hand curled into the strands of your hair, dragging you over toward the bed.

Tossing you onto the mattress effortlessly he tugged his tie off, wrapping the expensive fabric between your lips, tying it.

His hand flew back, and came crashing down in a vicious stroke against your delicate cheek, the blow guaranteed to leave a bruise.

“Can’t have you waking the children now can I?” He flipped you over onto your stomach, his body boring over you as he spread your cheeks, taking your flesh in his strong hand aggressively causing you to let out a muffled screech.

He penetrated you once more, his head hung by the back of your head, his hot breath carelessly running down your neck as he drilled into your aching hole.

“Is this all your good for eh?” His balls slapped against your bruised skin, as he spit his venomous words in your ear.

“A nuisance throughout the day but an average fuck at night?” You could feel his cock pulsate in your soaking core, your walls clenching around him involuntarily while you struggled to breath, your head nuzzled into the mattress.

His hands intertwined with yours, his back arching with each forceful thrust.

“Maybe I should put another child in you hm? Would that keep you happy? Shut you up and remind you of your place?” Your muffled protests merely made him laugh, as if he cared what you thought. 

He knew the children were your weak spot and you’d never abort, no matter how much you despised him.

His cock inched deeper with every single movement, causing your thighs to turn weak beneath him as the feeling of ecstasy ran throughout your veins from being close.

“I’ve ruined you my darling. No other man would look even once at you knowing who your husband is and what a used out whore you are. So desperate to be loved you jumped in bed with the first man who gave you attention.” His words struck a nerve. Your mind swam in every direction trying to understand when love and harmony turned into the never ending abuse and destruction of any emotional connection you shared.

Thomas owned you in every way. He was your first love, first and only husband, first fuck, and your final downfall.

His breathing picked up, and you felt him pulsate, filling you deep with his seed once more, the warmth sending you crumbling beneath him, your muffled moans sounding like music to his ears.

He layed there for a moment, his fingers combing through your hair gently.

“You have one role. How difficult is that to understand love? Serve me and care for the children. That’s all I ever asked.” He undid the tie and you stayed silent, crying into the mattress when you felt him pull out and his seed puddled out of you, soaking the sheets.

“Clean this up, and we’ll go to bed.” The bedroom was silent that night as it was every other night, reminding you that this marriage would never be the same. The man that was supposed to love and care for you was now the enemy, his arm holding you in your place against his chest as he slept effortlessly while you were terrified to sleep in the place you once thought was your home.

[lexisecretaccx]

A+ Student Pt.5

Masterlist!

(Fem reader, suggestive, kissing, smut, female!receiving, etc. Not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

“She was talking about professor Sturniolo right?” Lizzy asks me hesitantly, I shrug. “Yeah, I’m not bothered though.” I lie unbelievably. “Pfft,” she laughs slightly, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “You’re not bothered? You’re literally gripping your skirt so tightly.” I look down as the fabric is clenched in my fists. I let go and laugh slightly, “I guess I do care a little bit.” I sigh.

Chris’ POV

I type up on my laptop plans for the next lesson with y/n’s class, gotta make it easier because I don’t want y/n to struggle. “Mr Sturniolo?” I look up, a woman in a fitted suit jacket with a pencil skirt is staring down at me with her arms crossed. “Uh yeah?” I reply in a confused tone. “I’m gonna need you to come with me please.” She states.

“Okay.. where are we going?” I ask slowly. “The Principal’s office, an anonymous note has told us something we need to talk to you about.” She keeps her eyes forward as she walks quickly ahead. Oh fuck.. this isn’t about what happened at break? Nobody else was in there nobody could’ve heard us, or seen us..

“Everything alright Mr Sturniolo?” She doesn’t look back. “Oh, yeah.. call me Chris if you want.” I try to soften the tone in the air. “No.. I keep it professional.” We arrive at the Principals door and she opens it.

“Hello Christopher.” The principal smiles softly before dropping it. “Take a seat.. thank you Andrea.” The lady leaves the room. “Why am I in here?” I ask, trying to play dumb. “Do you value your job Mr Sturniolo?” He leans on the desk and peers at me from above his glasses. “Yeah of course, I love my job.” I smile.

“Do you respect the workplace and its rules and guidelines?” He asks again staring into my eyes. “Yes I do.” I nod, he grabs something from his drawer and places it in front of me. A mirror. “You seem to have a little.. a lot of things on your neck, do you not?” I look in the mirror at my neck, which is plastered in hickies.

My face drops, “Oh uh.. I had my girlfriend over last night I didn’t know-” I start to explain.. lying obviously. “It’s okay Mr Sturniolo, I don’t need personal details but make sure to cover it up, this is a first warning so you aren’t in trouble.” He smiles softly.

I sigh softly, “I’m sorry.” I scratch the back of my head, “it’s alright, us men like our women but sometimes we have to hide it.” He chuckles and I awkwardly chuckle back. I get up to leave and the principal gives me a little wave. I quickly rush back to the gym and throw on my jacket, which almost covers all of the marks.

It’ll have to do.

Y/n’s POV

I pack up my stuff and leave the sociology classroom, “I fell asleep.” Lizzy smiles as we walk to the exit. “Really? I couldn’t tell.” I sarcastically joke, she let out a few snores causing people around her to laugh. “Did I snore loudly?” She asks nervously, “meh, it was like semi loud.” I laugh and she groans in embarrassment.

“Right I gotta go, my mom needs me,” Lizzy rolls her eyes, “my aunt and uncle are visiting.” She sighs. “Does that mean?” I start to say but she finishes my sentence. “My annoying little cousin is here too.”

Lizzys cousin Theo is like 10 years old and the most annoying kid ever, he will tell his parents any gossip Lizzy says while she’s on the phone, he will constantly go through her stuff and he told Liz’s mom about my secret boyfriend 2 years ago and then my dad found out.. wasn’t fun.

I start to walk home as I get a text from Matt. “I have 2 hours where Chris and Nick aren’t here, at 5. Come over.” I smile and reply, “okayy.” I put my phone away and start to walk home faster. I hear footsteps running behind me, Mason. “Hey.” He smiles, breathing heavily. “How far did you run?” I laugh slightly.

“Just from the bench down there to.. here.” His cheeks are slightly flushed. “I thought you were an athlete, how are you out of breath from that?” I scoff. “I am an athlete y/n, I just didn’t stretch.” He rolls his eyes. “Why are you walking with me?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh I am meeting my friends this way to walk home.”

“What are you doing in like an hour?” He asks me, breaking the silence. I look up at him with confusion. “Why?” I hesitantly ask. “I dunno if you wanna like get coffee or something.” He shrugs. He’s got nice intentions but no.

“I’m busy sorry.” I sigh, trying to act sympathetic. “Oh.. no worries, it was worth asking.” He smiles. About 10 minutes pass and I’m about to turn down my street, “I thought you were meeting your friends?” I tilt my head, “yeah I am, in the field down there.” He points down the main road and smiles softly. “Oh okay, this is my street so I’ll see ya.” I smile back.

“Bye y/n!” He calls as I walk away. He’s a sweet person but I just can’t find him attractive, hopefully he finds someone else to like. I walk through my front door to see my dad laying on the couch with a Pepsi in his hand watching sports or something. “Hey dad.” I smile, “hey pumpkin, how was your day?”

Pumpkin is the nickname he’s called me for the past 12 years, because when I was 6 around Halloween we went to a pumpkin patch with mom and I was running and fell face first into a pile of pumpkins and it went all over me. I cried but he thought it was funny to call me pumpkin after that. Now I find it a sweet nickname but I hated it when I was a kid.

“It was okay, I’m going out in like an hour.” I tell him, he nods. “No worries, stay safe though.” I walk upstairs to my bedroom and lay on my bed, spreading my limbs out on it. I take a deep breath before going in the shower.

After my shower I dry my hair and get dressed into a basic fit, I want to be comfy bc I know what’s gonna go down. I do some makeup, not too much, and I go downstairs to leave. “Bye dad!” I call as I leave, “see you later y/n!” I hear from the kitchen. I walk to his house, as it’s only 15 minute walk away, although last time I took a cab.

I finally arrive at Matts house and I see the expensive car is gone. I knock the door hoping Chris and Nick are not there. Luckily Matt opens in and smiles when he sees me, “I’m guessing either Nick or Chris drive the Porsche?” I smirk, “yeah Chris spent a stupid amount of money on it, I drive it sometimes too.” He explains as we walk in.

We sit on the couch, “Deja vu.” I laugh softly, “yeah, except this time I won’t freak out.” He chuckles, “prove it.” I taunt him with a smirk, he tilts his head and grins before leaning in and kissing me, this time feels more passionate.

His hand finds place at the back of my head and the other one on my thigh. My hands entangle in his hair as he pushes me back on the couch slightly, deepening the kiss. His tongue explores my mouth and I let out a soft moan as his hand rubs my upper thigh. He breaks the kiss partially to say something.

“Let’s go upstairs, don’t wanna make a mess on my couch.” He breathes out. I nod and go to stand up but he picks me up like a princess and carries me up the stairs, walking into his room which has a comforting vibe to it. Before I can take it all in he throws me down onto the satin sheets.

“Bet Chris didn’t do this did he?” Matt smirks as he slides my shorts off pulling me to the edge of the bed. “No, it was different because he had to stand and hold me the whole ti-” I start speaking but Matts hand covers my mouth. “I don’t need to hear how my brother fucked you okay?” He looks at me before removing my panties quickly.

He kneels at the end of the bed, his hot breath fanning against my inner thigh as he moves my legs onto his shoulders. “Gonna make you feel good, treat you for being such a good girl in class.” He peppers kisses along my thighs closer and closer to my heat as I squirm. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this with him, he’s had a change of heart now that he knows Chris fucked me first. He’s gonna make this a competition between them I know it.

He starts to kitten lick my folds to tease me, I whine pushing towards him for more. He grabs my hip with one hand, pushing it against the bed to stop me moving. Without warning he dips his tongue inside of me before swirling it around my clit. My back arches off the bed as I moan out.

He grabs both my thighs and pulls me closer, his tongue lapping at my heat. “Fuck Matt..” my hands travel down to his hair as I grip it tightly. He continues to swish and swirl his tongue around me, occasionally dipping it into me causing my back to arch and my grip on his hair to tighten.

“Matt.. I can’t.. I’m gonna cum.. please..” I whimper as his pace doesn’t slow. He hums against me, the vibration hitting my clit in the right way which results in me reaching my high and coming undone. He licks up the rest of my arousal before bringing his face up towards me, I wipe the sweat off of my forehead and breathe heavily.

He leans to kiss me, my arousal still on his chin and I turn my head away, “wipe that off ya lips before kissing me.” I chuckle softly, “you don’t wanna taste yourself? Hm?” He continues to try and put his face by mine, teasing and joking around. “Definitely not, it’s gross.” I squirm, “I disagree, I could have my head between your thighs every day.” He smirks, lifting his shirt to wipe the arousal from his mouth.

“Will you kiss me now?” He grabs my cheeks and brings my face to face his. I nod and he pushes his lips to mine his tongue instantly exploring my mouth, I bite his lip softly and he groans. “Fuck I need you.. to feel you.” He whispers lowly. “Please do..” I whine softly, “You’re gonna take it like the good girl you are.. yeah?” He asks, looking me in the eyes with lust.

“Yes.. of course.. definitely.. I will.” I speak rapidly, needing to feel him inside of my walls. He starts to unbuckle his belt, not breaking the eye contact. He begins to pull down his pants but then.. Slam.

Both of us look towards the bedroom door and back at eachother, “that was a car door right?” I whisper and Matt nods, he checks his watch. “It’s 6pm they said they’d be back at 7.. shit.” He re does his pants back up and I sit up, “get your clothes on.” He throws my panties and shorts at me. His entire tone and body language has changed and now it’s more tense.

“Jeez okay..” I put my clothes back on, I feel gross he didn’t clean me up or anything but I can’t go to the bathroom because they’re home. “What do I do?” I whisper, “just shut up a sec okay?” He snaps, “oh.” I sigh and sit back on the bed. “Matt?” I hear Chris call from downstairs, “stay here.” He spoke softly and I nod, “good girl.” He mumbles before leaving the room and closing it behind me.

I grab my phone from his dresser and open it, 4 missed calls from Lizzy? What the fuck? I text Lizzy, “hey everything okay?” She replies almost instantly, “No. But it’s fine now, no thanks to you though.” Fuck. “I’m pretty busy right now Liz I’m sorry.” I would help her right now but I don’t know what’s happening with me and Matt.

She leaves me on opened. Great, I don’t even know what’s happening or what her problem is. Matt comes back in and grabs my arm, quickly leading me downstairs and through the front door, “see you on Monday.” He whispers flicking his hand so I leave shutting the door behind me. So rude, I thought he was actually giving a fuck about me. It’s raining too, I’m gonna get hypothermia.

I turn to walk down the street away from his house and I hear someone call my name, I look up quickly to see.. Chris?? “Y/n? Why are you by my house?” He asks walking closer, my eyes widen in fear. “Uh.. I was.. fuck, I don’t know.” I lie looking down at my feet. “You stalking me?” He chuckles, I laugh lightly and shake my head.

“No, not that.” I sigh, “it’s cold and raining, you wanna come in for a warm drink or something?” He smiles lightly, I can’t go back in there especially if I just got kicked out by Matt. I thought Chris got home with Nick? “I can’t sorry, I’m going home.” I smile softly, “oh okay.” He looks disappointed. “You were in my house weren’t you?” He steps closer so we are inches apart.

“What no! Why would I be-” I go to like but he cuts me off, “you were with Matt. I know because I heard you shuffling around upstairs when he came downstairs to greet us.” He spoke sternly. “If you were inside then how are you out here?” I ask, looking up at him. “I watched you leave from my bedroom window, then I snuck downstairs and got out quickly to see you.” He sighs.

“So you were stalking me?” I chuckle, “you were the one inside of my house,” he laughs softly, “about that, what were you and Matt doing?” He asks me, but I know he knows the answer. I tilt my head at him, “we didn’t fuck.” I cross my arms, “I never said you did.” He smirks, “I’d rather not go into details.” I scoff.

“Mhm, he wouldn’t have been able to fuck you as good as I can.. right?” He leans down slightly and I shrug. “Right?” He asks again more aggressively. I smirk, “sure whatever you want to believe.” I go to turn around to walk away. “Let me drive you home, you’re gonna get wet ma.” The nickname causes me to turn quickly, “I already am.” I smirk, “in what way?” He tilts his head.

“Not the way you’re thinking, that’s inappropriate Mr Sturniolo.” I bite my lip lightly, “I’ll bring my car around, so Matt doesn’t see you.” He nods and rushes around the corner, the tension was so strong but the rain is getting worse I can’t think about anything other than my hands freezing off. The Porsche drives around the corner and pulls up, I open the passenger door and get in.

“Thanks.” I breathe out, he presses the seat heaters on and leans in the seat behind him and pulls out one of his jackets. “Put that on, you should wear it to school on Monday.” He smirks, “it’s a college not a school.” I scoff, “same thing, and I can take the jacket back if you’re gonna be ungrateful.” He looks at me before laughing slightly.

“You know.. I should be mad that you were with my brother but for some reason, I don’t give a shit.” He adds, turning on music, “Maybe it’s because you’ve got a bigger-” I stop myself, “a bigger??” He asks, “Ego.” I huff. “Sure, sure.” He smiles.

He pulls over for a moment “Wait where do you live? I just realised I don’t know where I’m going.” He looks at me, “we don’t need to go to my house right now.” I grin, “what’re you thinking?” He tilts his head, “I think we should go for a drive and chill out.” I smile.

“Does chilling out include you riding me in the backseat or..” he laughs and I do too, “Chris!” I say and pause for a moment. “Maybe.. just keep driving.” I add. He smiles widely and starts to drive again..

A/n: I haven’t written this in a while but omg I’m excited to continue, I’m pretty busy with school atm but I will try to update asap. Also sorry for edging y’all with this.. why am I kinda team Chris tho 😖 and Matt is kinda an asshole sorry not sorry

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Old Scars, New Blood 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson

Note: Still sick but going to have to work.

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With meal prep complete, you return to Lloyd’s office to find it empty. The remnants of his earlier spill remain speckled over the desk and floor. You clean it up, leaving a lemony fresh scent in your stead. While you’re at it, you tidy up the bookshelves.

You hesitate on your way to the door. You glance over your shoulder as something tickles in your head. You still don’t get why Lloyd didn’t tell you about Valhalla. For months, he hid that from you. You think about that day in the car and being left on the side of the road. Maybe he’s been planning to cut ties with you for a while.

You stare at the large iMac. It would be wrong to snoop. Even if it isn’t his redeeming quality, you’ve always been honest with Lloyd. You’re just confused. He’s never anything less than straightforward so if he’s going to fire you, why hasn’t he just pulled the trigger?

Maybe… you know too much. That sends a shiver through you. It may actually end with shots fired.

“There she is,” Lloyd interrupts your inner turmoil and you whip around to face him. He’s freshly showered and styled. You can smell the specialty oil he puts in his mustache, “the fuck are you doing in here?”

“Cleaning,” you reply quickly.

“Looks pretty fucking spotless,” he tosses keys at you and you flinch, catching them against your chest, “I need a ride.”

“Um, I can get Jackie–”

“He drives like an old man,” he retorts, spinning on his heel as he snaps his fingers, “chop, chop, kid.”

You swallow your agitation. Usually, you’re better at it. Today you just find him grating. Maybe you’re just a bit sore about him leaving you on the highway. Well, get over it, he’s not apologising.

You follow him with the keys in your hand. He’s several paces ahead of you as you scurry to keep up. His stride is tense as he opens and closes his fists.

As you come outside, you hear a whistle. Lloyd peers over and scuffs to halt as he faces Thor. The large blond bounds over, a shirt with only one button done up displaying most of his chest. He looks over Lloyd’s shoulder and his cheek dimples.

“Running away?”

“Business,” Lloyd says flatly, “I’ll be back.”

“What about my business?” Thor challenges. Lloyd doesn’t respond. “Relax,” he slaps Lloyd’s arm, “I’m ragging on you. Tonight, we will share some of your scotch, eh? Get you nice and loose.”

“Mm,” Lloyd grumbles, “we’ll see.”

“The little one prefers wine, I think,” Thor points over Lloyd’s shoulder, “oh, and she has quite the sweet tooth, eh? You must know that.”

“Whatever. She’s the assistant. Her job is to worry about what I like,” Lloyd sneers, “don’t wait up.”

He turns back towards the car and you send an apologetic smile past him. Thor smirks and winks, flicking his tongue out lasciviously. You blanch and swiftly follow Lloyd.

You still don’t believe what he said in the kitchen. Not only that he said it but that he meant it. You’re certain it’s all just a part of this pissing match between the men. Thor keeps stepping onto Lloyd’s territory, he’ll keep going till he gets bit. You don’t how much longer Lloyd can hold out.

Lloyd’s in the passenger’s seat of the SUV before you even get to the door. You open it and swing yourself in. You hate how big all these vehicles are. You shove the keys in the slot and turn the engine. You shift in the seat and slide your phone out of your pocket, placing it in the cup holder.

You check the time then the mirrors. It’s not unusual for Lloyd to head out later in the day but you didn’t have anything on the agenda. You know better than to ask questions. That’s what he liked about you, if he likes anything about you.

“Would you just fucking drive?” Lloyd growls.

You wince and shift into gear. You look behind you then ahead of you. Thor watches you as you ease into reverse. Or maybe he’s watching Lloyd…

You roll the wheel and turn towards the gate. Lloyd takes out his phone and slumps in the seat as he scrolls and taps. You steer through the gate and pull out onto the road. You don’t even know if you should ask where to go.

“Head northeast,” he says.

Right. You take his direction and turn onto the ramp onto the highway. He grumbles at his phone but says nothing else until you have to get into the exit lane. What is he up to?

You head into the city and he directs you through the main row where much of the nightlife thrives. You’ve been there many times before. He isn’t shy about his nocturnal activities. He commands you past his typical spot.

When he points you into the lot behind a Hilton, you frown. Is he that desperate to get away from Thor? You don’t say a word as you idle by the back wall.

“Right,” he doesn’t look up from his phone as he undoes his seat belt, “I’ll be a while.”

You look over at him confused. What does he mean?

“I’m sure you can keep yourself entertained,” he pokes his tongue out as he smirks at his phone. You catch the glimpse of a chat, a picture sent of a woman in a thong. You cringe and grip the wheel.

“I’ll just go back to the compound–”

“You’ll stay the fuck here,” he tears his eyes from the cell and jabs his finger at you, “you need to remember who the fuck you work for, kid.”

You say nothing as he opens the door and drops out of the SUV. You know this side of Lloyd. His ego is bruised. It happens after rough missions or when an agent gets mouthy. It’s worse now since he can’t do much about his problem. 

He slams the door behind him and you watch him march towards the entrance. You sigh and roll down the windows before you shut off the engine. There’s no use in wasting gas for who knows how long. You’re certain if you get bored, you’ll have enough time to get a coffee down the block.

You grab your phone and shuffle through several apps. You can’t focus on any of the time-eating games you keep for when you’re restless. You have nothing else to distract you. Your sister hasn’t answered the text you sent her a week ago and Lloyd is busy.

You open up your downloaded series and turn on the same show you’ve seen a dozen times before. Still, you’re not paying attention. You don’t think Lloyd is here for business. It really shouldn’t matter to you but it feels extra humiliating to have to wait outside while he does…whatever.

You turn off the show and let the car go silent. You adjust the seat to recline and close your eyes. You’re exhausted. All the chaos has got the best of you. 

Your phone vibes before you can get cozy. It’s Lloyd. You tap the preview so it expands.

‘Need lube. Ten minutes.’

You scoff. Is he serious? Your heart shrivels up as your stomach turns. He’s punishing you. Not because you did anything but because he can’t punish Thor. You’re so so tired.

You grip the wheel and stare at the phone. You wonder if he knows? Is this why he’s doing this? All these years, talking about his escapades, you just assumed it was his usual crassness. He talks like that with everyone. If he’s not boasting about killing, it’s fucking.

Either way, he knows what he’s doing. This is low. You are low.

You open up maps and search for a shop nearby. You fix the seat and pull out, driving numbly as you follow the automated voice directing you through the street. You park without paying attention and get out, nearly stumbling from the height of the SUV’s lift.

You stroll inside the shop with its blackened windows and enter with your head down. Your eyes scan furtively as you search for your goal. The task is made more difficult as the flesh toned silicon and shameless displays set you on fire.

“Hello, hon, can I help you find something?” The man behind the counter asks.

“Er,” you cross your arms, “lube.”

“Alrighty, are we looking for flavoured? Water-based? Oil?”

You blanch as he rounds the counter and strides towards a rack. You shrug and trail after him. You see a black bottle with cherries on it.

“That’s fine,” you pluck one off the shelf and quickly retreat to the counter. “Credit.”

You bring up your card on your phone and tap. The man behind the counter tries to break the tension but you’re not listening. You shove the receipt in your pocket and swipe up the bottle and leave.

Back in the truck, you have to hold back from screaming. What are you doing? You don’t need this shit. Why do you keep bending over backwards for Lloyd when you don’t have a chance? Why have you wasted a decade hoping for nothing?

Because, you don’t have any other options.

You turn the car on and roll out of the lot. You make your way back to the hotel in a haze. You check your phone. He sent the room number and nothing else. You walk into the hotel, ignoring the front desk clerk, and wait for the elevator. You step onto it and watch the doors shut.

You get off and follow the signs to the exact door plaque. You knock with your knuckles, your hand fisted around the bottle. You hear giggling. It’s more than one woman. Footsteps approach the other side.

A woman in an open robe opens the door. She has dark wavy hair and smeared lipstick. Lloyd growls in the background as you glimpse his naked ass.

“Hurry up, sugar tits,” he calls, “I’m starting to chafe.”

You shove the bottle at the woman and drop it. You don’t wait to see if she catches it. You spin on your heel and you’re gone. Your eyes fill with hot tears. Tears like acid. Tears of stupidity.

When you get back to the car, you keel over the steering wheel and heave. You don’t hate Lloyd. You hate yourself. You need to cut it out but somehow, you just can’t. He’s the worst person you know and yet, you want him so badly.

❤️‍🩹

As the sky darkens, you get out of the SUV to stretch your legs. You pace around and check the time. You don’t want to get back in the car. Instead, you wander down the street to the coffee kiosk you drove by earlier. You get an Americano and drag your feet back up the pavement.

You stand outside the SUV and sip from the cup. You chew the paper brim anxiously and look at your phone. Another car door opens and closes.

“Candy?” A man approaches.

You look up, the glow of your face making the stranger nothing more than a dark shadow, “not me,” you back up and press your phone to your chest.

“Oh, sorry,” he puts his hands up, “thought you were someone else.”

You shake your head as he turns and wanders off. You’re not entirely sure how he mistook you for a prostitute. That is what he thought, isn’t it? Candy? Sounds pretty tasty.

You get back in the SUV and lock the doors. You put your phone in the cup holder and it flashes. A message. You don’t bother reading it. You tap your fingers on the console and close your eyes, sipping from the warm cup.

A knock on the other window startles you. You turn on the light and see Lloyd peering in. He winks and tugs on the handle. You hit the locks and sit up.

He gets in and lets out a sigh, “ahh, I feel good.”

You don’t say a word as you slip your cup into the empty holder beside your phone. You start the car and press the gas. As you come to the exit, Lloyd yawns and stretches his arm between the seats, gripping yours above your shoulder.

“I’m fucking starving, let’s hit a burger joint,” he says as he rubs his stomach, “you don’t think I would be with how much I ate.”

He cackles and you bite down. You don’t understand it. He repulses you and yet there’s that sharp pang in your chest.

“You see the tits on Kasia? Fucking pert–”

You veer onto the next street and he hits the door with the motion, “hey, be fucking careful.” He shifts in his seat as he touches his crotch, “I’m tender.”

You sniff and pull into the drive through. You stop by the menu, “what do you want?”

“Get me some of that honey chicken and some rings. Extra honey sauce for the rings. Oh, and a sprite.”

“Sure,” you answer as you drive up to the speaker. You recite his order and the fuzzy response tells you to drive up to the window.

“What’s up? You’re not hungry?”

“I’m fine,” you insist.

“Aw, you on another diet,” he taunts, “bone broth?”

“No,” you answer flatly.

“I’m not sharing my rings,” he says.

“I don’t want any,” you insist.

“You’re fucking testy,” he accuses as you pay.

“I’m tired,” you utter and roll up to the pick-up.

“You’re tired? Fuck, my back is aching from all that thrusting.”

“Would you stop?” You snap before you can stop yourself, “I don’t want to hear about your dick anymore.”

He snorts and sits up straight, “excuse me, kid?”

“I don’t care,” you reach over and give a blunt thanks to the drive-thru worker as you take the paper bag. “Why don’t you shut up and eat?"

You shove the bag in his lap then take the cup and move your phone to plant it firmly in the holder. You follow through the lane and back onto the street. The silence is still and stolid around you.

“If you wanted to join in, you just had to say–”

“No,” you snip. You know he’s not serious, he’s teasing you. You’re a joke to him. “No, I don’t want that.” You grip the wheel tight and bite down until your jaw hurts, “I don’t want you.”

He inhales and blows it out heavily through his nose. The bag crinkles as he opens it and reaches inside, unleashing the smell of chicken that makes your stomach rage. You ignore the discomfort and focus on the road.

“Learn to take a fucking joke, kid,” he snickers, “maybe then, you’ll catch a dick or two.”

[thechekhov]

How often would you say that you draw comics and art while also focus on the other things in life; work, family, etc?

Like, for example, if you had an exact number of minutes, hours, or days of drawing, what is an estimate per day or week? I'm just curious.

Honestly, it's difficult to count since my workweeks tend to vary based on the season but here's a quick example:

I don't work full-time at this point but I do have an hour commute both ways, and because I'm on a salary, I'm sometimes forced to stay overtime, meaning that my entire day is just sleep-eat-work-eat-sleep in that order, with nothing else that really happens that day.

During non-work days, most of my non-work time is..... art-work time!

And by that I mean that if I'm not washing the dishes, running an errand or spacing out, I'm drawing.

When do I play video-games or watch shows? I don't.

When do I spend time with friends? I don't.

Not unless it's specifically scheduled, such as when someone visits from far away. I have about 1 hour of social stuff set aside each week because I participate in a taiko group in the city I work at.

When I count it up, my art stuff ends up being anywhere between 30 -35 hours each work. My part time job is supposed to be 24 hours (not counting the commute), but often ends up going over. And I usually need another 5 hours each week to take care of the back-end office stuff - scheduling posts, managing Patreon, answering asks and planning future stuff.

I will admit I would not be able to do that if it were not for the kindness of my partner, who takes care of most of the cooking and cleaning, and often ends up cooking me things to eat:

I appreciate him and his commitment to keeping me alive very much

Also, just to be clear: I am not pretending that this is not a good work-life balance.

It it just the balance that works for ME, personally. I think most people would find this...less great.

I do not go out for coffees with pals. I do not watch new series, and I do not partake in social events. This is something I am fine with, but I know many other people would find my life incredibly repetitive and boring.

Actually, looking at this math laid out, I am quite disappointed in not being able to accomplish more with the 30 hours I have per week. But...the reality is that aside from running the comic on my Patreon and doing random personal doodling on my main blog, I'm also often trying to do other projects in the background that I don't feel like sharing until their completion.

The reality is, I enjoy this load, though. I make it work for me, and I'm getting to do stuff I like AND make money for myself and my partner! So I'm fine with it. I'm not actually dying from exhaustion.

It's just hilarious when I sometimes get asks going "Hey, have you played that latest 130-hour-long videogame? :)" followed by a swift "I wish you would post comics daily again :((( I want more arrttttt" like kids, you can't have both, I don't know what to tell you.

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 19

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

Dewey looked at the boy with pity. Billy's right hand was wrapped in a white cast. He had spent an hour in the hospital setting his broken hand back in place. It was way worse than getting stabbed according to him. The officers on duty all thought the boy was hilarious. The makeup paired with the outfit he was a walking joke. Dewey only made matters worse. His coworkers almost died laughing watching the deputy sign his name on Billy's cast.

"I hear Batman is getting released," Todd said leaning on Dewey's desk. "Yes, Billy is being released I already called someone to pick him up." The deputy left his seat on his way to talk to the inmate.

"Stu said he's on his way," Dewey said taking a seat outside of the holding cell. Billy hadn't spoken much. The few times he did it was to give his statement on what happened or ask if you were okay. He didn't care about anything else. Billy was too busy planning on killing the fucker that laid his hands on you. "Did he say how Y/n was doing?" The boy's gaze stayed glued to the moldy ceiling. "No, just that he'd be on his way to pick you up. I told him about your hand." Billy looked at the deputy with a scoff. "That's great."

"What did you think he's going to miss that when he shows up to get you?" Billy had begged the doctor just to set his hand and leave it be. Turns out they can't do that. Now he was stuck with a heavy cast with Dewey's name on it. He didn't even agree to that the deputy just grabbed a marker and did it.

"I know seeing that mask set you off. That and what happened to Y/n. Look, you're not in any trouble. If Daniel decides to press charges the county won't prosecute you. It'd be a waste of time. You were protecting her and after all that's happened you don't need to worry about this." Dewey's change of heart confused Billy. Every time he's run into the officer he's been met with nothing but disdain and hostility. Now Dewey wants to act like his friend. "What happened to you? You hated me just days ago." Billy sat up on the bench making eye contact with the man.

Dewey realized what you said that day in the office was true. The three of you needed to look out for each other. At the end of the day, he felt bad for all of you. The ghost of the massacre would follow the survivors for as long as they lived. They were just kids. No one deserved what happened to them that night. Dewey hated himself for living through it and he was sure the three of you felt similarly. Survivor's guilt they call it. He read a book about it.

He pulled off his hat sitting it neatly on his lap. "It's been 26 days since I lost Tatum... Even less since the funeral. I can still hear her sometimes." His eyes focused on his shoes as he talked. "I couldn't save her. For a while I blamed Stu. How could her boyfriend who loves her let that happen? I know that Neil was the one who took her but I guess I needed someone else to blame." Dewey leaned forward looking up at Billy through the bars.

"I care about Y/n like I know you do. I treated you and Stu poorly because I saw what happened to the people you loved. That was messed up, I get that now and I'm sorry. I don't want her to go through what my sister did. You did a damn good job of taking care of her tonight."

Billy sat in silence. He didn't feel bad about what he did to Tatum. Neither did he feel bad about what he did to Sydney. It was necessary to move on with his life to start over. He felt It was fair considering what the Prescott family took from him. Maureen's choices shouldn't have fucked up his whole life but they did. Billy just leveled the playing field.

Listening to Dewey's sob story almost made the boy sick to his stomach. He didn't feel bad about what he did rather he felt horrible that he didn't care. Dewey wasn't his friend or his brother, he shouldn't care about his feelings. Yet here he was feeling sorry for the officer. "I can't lose her," Billy spoke in something akin to a whisper. His voice was broken almost as much as his hand.

"You've got a good head on your shoulders. You won't. After the stunt you pulled tonight I'd say she's in good hands." Dewey did think it was odd that Billy was able to move on so quickly from Sydney. He guessed that the boy was trying to fill the hole that abruptly appeared. Dewey couldn't blame him. He was doing the same thing. Where did that leave you though? After all of this, he didn't want you to get more hurt than you already had been. "You think so?" Billy asked loving the idea of protecting you. What he did at the party felt good. Feeling that fuckers bones crack beneath his hand was exhilarating. Of course, he wished he didn't have to do it. He hated the fact he let it happen. The details of your attack were lost on Billy. All he saw was the masked boy pining you to the wall as his hands pulled at your dress.

"I do. Just maybe take it easy for a while?" Dewey smiled lighting up the conversation. "I'll try." Billy nodded. "Deputy, Can I speak to you for a moment?" Another officer called Dewey away leaving Billy alone in the cell.

Billy looked down at his cast trying not to pick at it. He didn't like having it on. It was a nuisance to put it lightly. The doctor told him he'd have to wear it for at least six weeks. Frankly, he didn't think he could make it that long mainly because of the name written in black ink on the cast. "Billy?" Dewey spoke walking into the room. His keys jangled as he opened up the cell door. "Stu's here to pick you up."

Once all the paperwork was done and signed Billy was finally allowed to leave the county jail. "Oh, she's going to kill you," Billy said looking at your car in the parking lot. Stu was upset. Billy hadn't said one word to him. Not a "thank you," "glad to see ya," "go fuck yourself," nothing. "Me? What about you?" Stu spat getting into the driver's seat.

"What about me? I saved her from that creep." Billy thought he was your knight in shining armor. You kept him fed and he kept you safe. After all, that's what you wanted right?

"You told the whole town you two were dating. Billy, you knew she wanted to wait." Stu drove while Billy rolled his eyes. "They were going to find out eventually. Everyone already thinks you two were fucking behind Tatum's back." Stu kept his eyes on the road. "Don't talk about her." After his talk with Dewey, Stu felt differently about a few things. "Jesus, what crawled up your ass tonight?" Stu hit the brakes making Billy's head hit the dash. "What the fuck!" The boy yelled holding his now bleeding head. "It's four in the morning. I just had to drive across town to pick you up from jail and you haven't said thank you. I begged Dewey not to call your dad to save you from the fight that was bound to happen and still, no thank you. Do you give a shit about me at all? Cause lately I feel like the only one you pay attention to is little Miss Betty Crocker. If I have to put on an apron for you to give a fuck I will. Is that what it's going to take?"

Billy's head pounded and Stu's yelling didn't help. "I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear? My fucking hand is broken and you're upset that I didn't say thank you? You didn't even give me the chance. Where were you when she was getting attacked?" Stu's demeanor changed as he seemed to shrink. "You told me to get water-"

"That's right you were getting her water because you just had to give her alcohol. If you would've just gotten me and you a beer none of this would've happened. Don't jump my ass because all of this is your fault." Stu's face was red as tears weld up in his eyes. He gassed up the car driving in silence. The streetlights were smeared by his tears making it harder to see. This was his fault. That was what he told himself over and over. He was the one being selfish. He hadn't even noticed the bright white cast covering his partner's hand.

While Stu beat himself up over something he had no control over Billy cursed himself for yelling. "I'm sorry for shouting." Billy broke the silence. Stu sniffled trying to compose himself. "I'm sorry for jumping your ass." He responded quietly.

Billy turned towards the driver sighing at the sight. "It's not your fault. If it's anyone's fault it's Daniel's." Stu rounded the corner sending a glance to Billy. He didn't know his partner knew your assailant. "Daniel?" Stu asked. "Daniel Lawson. I heard Dewey say his name when talking to some other asshole." Stu looked over at his friend seeing that gleam in his eyes he hadn't seen for a while. "What are you thinking?" Billy smirked already having a plan. "I'm thinking we're about to have one less student attending Woodsboro high school."

By the time Stu pulled into the garage both men had smiles on their faces. Stu was happy to have his partner in crime back. It was probably unhealthy that the time he felt closest to Billy was when they were planning a murder. This was something only the two of them shared. Billy didn't want to include you because he saw you as too innocent to partake in such a depraved act. Even after what you did that night at Stu's place. To put it simply it was men's work.

Stu didn't want to include you because he had Billy to himself. It was their little secret this time. Stu would make sure you wouldn't find out about it. It was a win for everyone involved. Your attacker would disappear and Stu got to spend quality time with his boyfriend. It was a win win scenario.

"I'm going to take a shower and get something to eat before I head to bed." Billy pulled his boots off sitting them by the door. Stu stood behind his lover starting to kiss his neck softly. All the planning had stirred something inside of the short-haired boy. "Stu..." Billy warned not really in the mood. That didn't stop him however as his hand slowly slid down the front of Billy's outfit. "I'm tired." He spoke trying not to hurt Stu's feelings. His hand slipped underneath Billy's pants making him pull away. "Enough, alright? I'm tired and I'm hungry. I'm not in the mood right now."

Billy's hand was still killing him and his stomach was fighting for attention. Not to mention the throbbing headache he now had thanks to Stu. The last thing on his mind was sex unfortunately for his partner. Billy didn't mean anything by it. It wasn't personal but Stu took it as such.

"Whatever I'm going to sleep. You'll probably have more room on the couch than the bed." Stu walked upstairs leaving Billy with a headache. He was used to Stu's mood swings they happened ever so often. That along with an occasional manic episode. If he was lucky Stu would wake up in a better mood. Billy rubbed his face stopping halfway realizing too late he had makeup on. "Fuck..." He cursed.

Billy walked into the kitchen fixing himself a sandwich. He decided he would eat first and then take a shower. It was a funny sight. The man covered in makeup and blood stains was sitting at the kitchen table trying his best to eat a sandwich with his left hand. Once it was gone he put his plate in the sink, he'd wash it later. Billy decided to use the downstairs bathroom not about to suffer Stu's wrath once again.

Showering was more difficult than anticipated. The more he struggled to get his shirt off the more aggravated he got. "God damnit!" He cursed a little too loud. "Stupid..." He whispered to himself. With a couple of deep breaths, he went into the kitchen grabbing a pair of scissors. It wasn't an easy task to cut the shirt from his body. The doctor at the hospital cut the duct tape and the sleeve of his shirt off leaving room to put on the cast. Funny enough he left Billy to suffer with the rest of the fabric. His hand fumbled with the scissors struggling to get them to cut anything.

His yelling had woken you up. You could still feel the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins. Thankfully it was less aggressive than before. Stu was laying sideways in the bed drooling onto your pillows. "Guess everyone had a rough night." You grumbled pulling yourself up from the bed.

You threw on your robe before heading down the stairs. Billy was home. His cursing and mumbling gave him away. "What are you doing?" Your eyes were squinted, offended by the white light in the bathroom. "Babe thank fuck. Cut this." He held the scissors towards you while you just stood confused. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust.

"What happened to your face?" You moved forward to run a finger over the dried blood. "Police brutality." He raised his eyebrows at the joke which didn't make you laugh. "Your arm..." You noticed the cast branded with Dewey's name. Gently you reached out inspecting the cast. "Don't ask." Billy shook his head at the signature. "How bad did you break it?" Just like that the whole scene replayed in your head. For a minute or two you watched your boyfriend turn into something you couldn't describe.

It was scary. You remembered how he looked when he was chasing you in the mall a few days after you moved. It was that same terrifying look just directed at someone else.

"They said I broke four knuckles, nothing too horrible." It was horrible. Some of the worst pain that boy ever felt but he wouldn't tell you that. You huffed a laugh. "How are you feeling?" He asked running his left hand over your head. Billy's eyes looked you up and down. You knew what he was wondering. "I'm okay. He didn't get that far if that's what you're asking." Billy shook his head. "It doesn't matter how far he got Y/n he shouldn't have touched you at all."

You grabbed the scissors slowly cutting the fabric off his body. "Are you upset that he touched me or are you upset that he hurt me?" The question was asked calmly. Billy didn't understand the difference between the two questions. To you however the difference was great. You seriously doubted Billy would've acted that same way if it was some other girl.

Billy chose his words carefully seeing you had scissors and all. "I'm not upset, I'm furious." His fingers grabbed your jaw lifting your chin. Your hands stopped, waiting for him to say something. Billy's eyes wandered your face his heart squeezed at the thought of anything happening to you. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you tonight. I didn't know what he was doing. I heard you say my name and I saw his hand under your dress. I blacked out for a second." It was a bullshit excuse. He remembered every thought that flew through his brain. Billy could recite the boy's pained pleas if you asked him to. Now was the time to play up the boyfriend act. As days went on it got easier for him to do.

His eyes softened as he spoke. It was funny how things came full circle. You met Billy because of some bully trying to see down your shirt. That was the first person he ever hit. Now look at the two of you. Both of you were broken but somehow you were looking out for each other.

"You think you embarrassed me?" You pulled away from his touch. Everyone would be talking about it. You knew that, but Billy almost killed a man with his bare hands and he's worried about the scene he caused.

"You're not embarrassed?" Billy cocked his head to one side. You started to peel off the cut up shirt as you spoke. "No. I'm scared, I-I'm worried but I'm not embarrassed. Do you think I'm embarrassed of you?" That was one of Billy's concerns. That after tonight you wouldn't want anything to do with him. He knew if the roles were reversed he'd probably never leave his house again. Fearful of what people might say. You looked the man up and down. He looked broken literally and figuratively. "The guy wanted to see my scar. I think he had more to drink than I did." You laughed trying to make a joke out of the serious conversation. "It was scary, I thought... something bad was going to happen and it might have. I don't know. You stopped him before anything seriously fucked up happened so thank you."

You tossed the ripped pieces of the shirt in the trash almost falling over from spinning too fast. "Baby," Billy said as he grabbed your arm stabilizing you. "Still feeling it huh?" He smiled. "I'll never do this again." You promised but Billy doubted that. Billy knew by the way you and Stu danced that you two would have partying in common.

"I bet." He said turning on the shower so the water could warm up. "Make sure you scrub your face good. You don't want to break out." Billy nodded at your advice. "Are you going back to bed?" You yawned at the mention of sleep. "I'm exhausted. I'll save you a spot in bed okay?" Billy watched you walk into the hallway. "Okay, I won't be long." You shut the bathroom door behind you going back up to your room.

You tried to be normal about it all. Part of you swooned over what he did. In some sick twisted way, you enjoyed seeing him defend you the way he did. It made you feel invincible which was a dangerous feeling. The other part of you however feared the man you began to love. He could keep you safe from everyone but himself. Stu's behavior at the party was unsettling as well. The violence was more important to him than you. He rushed to your side but his shouting didn't stop. The fight was thrilling for Stu.

With a heavy heart and head, you threw your robe over the chair crawling into bed next to Stu. "Scoot." You shoved the boy forcing him to move to the side of the bed. Stu rolled over his back facing you. Deep in sleep, he grabbed your hand pulling your arm over his waist. With a small smile, you pulled him in effectively snuggling up to the man.

You didn't know how things would go. The headache you had could've been the alcohol or your overthinking. You were scared of the future. For too long you had lived on a day-to-day basis. It was nice for a while but eventually, you'd have to face the music. Something had to give.

Billy pulled on a pair of boxers along with a t-shirt before heading to bed. Stu had you wrapped in his arms leaving plenty of room for Billy. Carefully he climbed into bed not wanting to wake up either of you. He wasn't happy with the way things played out. Daniel should be dead not just concussed with a broken nose. Billy didn't give a shit about the details of your attack. That son of a bitch laid a finger on you, the one thing Billy promised to prevent. Daniel didn't know it yet but he was a dead man walking.

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[gx-gameon]

1. Aside from Jesse, who else is going to know about Jaden identity as Prince of Duels?

2. How did they find out?

3. What's their reaction?

I think the first one to find out is actually Chumley.

He works for Pegasus now. His boss brings him along to a business meeting with Kaiba Corp and it’s the summer time and Jaden is hang out in his Oto-san’s office, maybe waiting to go to lunch with his parents when Chumley walks in with Pegasus.

Chumley is shocked and Jaden has no clue how to play this.

Seto just breaks out an Iron clad NDA and has a shocked Chumley sign it.

Chumley argues at first because he doesn’t understand why it’s a secret until he looks at Jaden and sees how his usually bubbly friend has shrunk in on himself like he’s waiting for something bad to happen.

And Chumley asks him if he’s okay and Jaden reveals his anxiety that people will treat him different if they know who he is. “Just think how Crowler would behave.” And Chumley instantly get it.

And then Seto adds on the fact that there have been kidnapping attempts and Chumley’s like ‘ya no Duel Academy is already dangerous enough.’ (This gets him pulled into the ‘who are we firing’ project that Seto and Mokuba have had running since Jaden’s entrance exam. Crowler permanently sits in the line, some days he tips towards fire and others he tilts towards keep only time will tell)

But Chumley promises not to tell anyone, that it’s Jaden’s secret not his. And while he wished he found out because Jaden trusted him, he still wants to be Jaden’s confidant.

It’s nice for Jaden to have a friend who knows even if Jaden didn’t decide to tell him. And Chumley’s left school so he doesn’t really have a lot of communication with anyone but Jaden anyways.

During school breaks the two will get together and talk about duel spirits and Chumley’s job. Once Jaden gets the Neospacians back he actually starts helping Chumley design a few cards.

Jesse is still the first person Jaden Choses to tell. He’s so special. No one else at school knows and beside Chumley no one close to Jaden’s age knows.

The rest of the crew o my find out post graduation. Jaden’s original plan is to tell ever one at graduation. He was kinda looking forward to the drama. But then the dark world happens….

Jaden wants to graduate quietly. He doesn’t want to be the center of attention.

The others don’t find out until post cannon. Maybe at a tournament held that summer?

There are a lot of hurt feelings. Why didn’t Jaden trust them? How could he keep this a secret from them?

Some get over it faster than others (Chazz. He’s mad for a bit but he remembers how much his brothers suck and how supportive Jaden always was, so he wants to repay the favor. Even if the Slifer never trusted him(he did Chazz he was just scared and then traumatized)) the two bond a lot over being rich kids and Jaden just drags Chazz home one day and is like ‘he’s ours now. I’m not giving him back to his family.’

Joey, my home life sucked, wheeler is instantly on board with this.

Seto just looks at Chazz and asks if he wants to do a hostile take over of his brother’s company or if Seto can just buy them out.

Chazz finally has a supportive family. (They are also crazy.)

I think Aster gets a very similar treatment. Jaden just keeps dragging kids home after graduation like ‘they’re my friends’ and no one agrues against the growing collection of you adults who suddenly have rooms at the manor to stay at.

Some people stay mad for way longer. How can Jadne no trust them!!!! (Take your guess who that is)

[sage-lights]

spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in

word count: 587 title from: "satellite" by harry styles i think it's literally been 4 years since i wrote fanfic but! i woke up with such bad amangela brain rot this morning that the thought of them is actually making me ill right now. i wrote this ficlet at 8am in class on the doc i use for taking notes, so it's not my best writing...yeah! hope you enjoy it!

“Hey,” Amanda's voice quivers. She physically can't look Angela in the eyes when she greets her. Fuck, this shouldn’t be happening right now. The day has barely started and Amanda already feels like running away from everyone.

Angela looks at her skeptically, “I would say ‘Good morning,’ but you look like yours has been pretty terrible already. Everything okay?”

Amanda collects herself enough to muster a sort-of smile and shrugs. She watches as Angela furrows her brows, contemplating something. Before Amanda can insist that it’s no big deal, she feels herself getting tugged towards the back of the office and led between the costume racks.

“Spill. What’s up with you?”

“It’s nothing, honestly,” God, Amanda feels like she’s a teenager again. It’s stupid that she’s this upset about it.

Angela scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Oh, come on, Amanda. Don’t give me that bullshit. We both know something is wrong,” her tone softens once she sees Amanda’s eyes start to become glassy, “It’s not stupid to be upset.”

She laughs a little, “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“Because I know you. And I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I appreciate you checking in, Ang,” Amanda sighs, “But I really shouldn’t be getting into it at work.”

“I know we’re coworkers, but we’re friends too, right? It’s fine if you really don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here for you,” she grabs Amanda’s hands and gives them a gentle squeeze. That simple gesture was enough to break down the final brick of Amanda's wall, and suddenly, everything came spilling out.

Two nights ago, she had gotten a call from Ian telling her that she didn’t need to come in for work the next morning, which Angela already knew, seeing as she was the one filling in for Amanda yesterday.

What Angela didn’t know, however, was how Amanda’s jaw tightened when she saw the close friends stories of her coworkers, her friends, having fun while she wasn't there. How she had to stop herself from spiraling as she rewatched the videos over and over again. How disappointed she felt in herself for letting this affect her.

Angela lets go of her hands. Amanda’s heart drops for a moment, thinking that she’s overstepped boundaries and came off immature, until she feels Angela hug her.

“We missed you too, you know?” Angela leans away slightly to look up at Amanda, arms remaining around her waist.

"I hate that I'm feeling this way. It feels so high school of me to be sad about my friends hanging out without me. And it's not even like you all planned to see each other! This is our job and," Amanda bites her lip, hesitant to admit, "I guess the kid in me remembers what it was like to get excluded from things. For the longest time, I was convinced it was a me problem. Maybe I never got over that."

"I get it, but you're right. It's a job where none of us have control over who's scheduled on any given day. It's not just a regular hang out between friends. Because if it was, I want you to believe me when I say we'd want you around every single time."

This time, Amanda is the one that pulls Angela into an embrace, "What would I do without you, Angela?"

"Probably cry alone in the gender-neutral bathroom." Angela laughs.

Amanda has to admit, Smosh is a pretty sweet gig. After all, it brought Angela into her life.

[thatredobsessedgirlie]

×Runaway×

A/N: This is a/b/o that has no smut, but I recommend 18+ for this. Enjoy the first chap!

Warnings: Swearing, Feeling of Neglect, Not realized neglect, angst, pregnancy, mentions of smut but no smut, fluff in the end of this series lmao (reader is 20 alr? If you dont have a stable job and home wrap it before you tap it!)

Relationships: Alpha! Philip Graves x Omega! Reader, Shadow Company x Reader(mostly platonic but there are alphas so think yourself as barracks bunny?)

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You rubbed your forehead as you looked at the line of pregnancy tests with lines meaning positive, I mean who are you kidding? Getting railed almost every day without protection and you didn't think this would happen?? You quickly hid it underneath the bottom of the trash and planned to announce it later. Stepping out you were greeted by 3 SC soldiers. "Hey love, everything alright?" One of them asked, clearly sensing the nervous scent you gave off. "Yeah! Just feeling a little off, probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed." You nervously replied. "Alright, take care of yourself." Another piped up as they marched off to do whatever, you didn't care, bigger problems were at hand. You walked through the base, greeting soldiers, heading straight for your mate's office, Philip Graves. Finally arriving you went in and saw him with a frustrated look and three Alpha SC soldiers. "Good, honey lay on my desk. Me and some of the boys have to get a breather." You stayed still. "Actually I had something you migh-" Before you could finish his phone rang and he answered it, "Wait, hold that darlin' got some problems Shepherd wants solved." one of the Alpha soldiers gave you a quick look of suspicion but eventually ignored it as they exited to gear up. "Philip please just this once! You have been busy all week! I just need a few minutes of your damn time-" Your rant was cut short as an irritated scent came crashing at you. "Yes! Busy working so you can stay here and do nothing but be useless like damn omega you fucking are! You keep complaining when every single thing you could ever need provided but you still demand more!" He angrily slammed his hands. "Go back to your fucking room and don't come out until we are back! Ill get some of the men to give you food." He stated coldly. You tried to reason but ultimately (and practically) ran back to your room and ruined your nest, throwing pillows, blankets, whatever was in it or it was made of. Tears running down your face as your instincts screamed that you had angered your alpha. You calmed yourself down after remembering the life growing inside of you, rubbing your stomach you murmured an apology and laid down on your (ruined) bed to sleep.

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A/N: And that wraps up chap 1!! This is my first a/b/o fic so I am welcome to feedback!

Tags: comment if you want to get tagged in chap 2!

[abimess]

The haunted house

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Moving to a house in the suburbs with your wife and children. What could possibly go wrong? [Requested]

Word count: 1.253 || Pronouns: she/her 

Warnings: none

A/N: Another family story because milf Wanda our Scarlet Witch deserves to have one. Enjoy!

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It took you and Wanda some time to save the money to buy your dream house. But you managed, year after year, until the year your boys turned five and you got a promotion at your job - because saving the world was not making your bank account any larger. 

The house you found was perfect. Two stories with a long staircase and windows that covered the outside walls, the natural lighting making the construction even more beautiful. The backyard was huge and Wanda was more than excited to extend her garden beyond the small pots hanging in the laundry area of your old apartment.

Billy and Tommy were equally excited, planning all the activities they were going to do in each room and fighting to see who would get the best bedroom - you and Wanda had to intervene in that one. And as for you, you couldn't be happier with the house purchase. But that's only until two months after it.

It started with soft noises on the walls. Noises that seemed to come from nowhere and that ceased the moment you tried to investigate. Although you were a bit worried, you convinced yourself that maybe it had something to do with the pipes and the growing cold temperature that fall started to bring, so you moved on. 

But then stuff began to move around the house - furniture, decorative items, and even groceries around the kitchen. And you weren’t so chill about it all anymore. 

“Maybe you’re just tired, honey.” Was what Wanda said after you told her one night, her hand running circles around your back after the two of you were seated on the bed. You were sure of what you saw. But you were also sure that, with the working on the house and spending more time in the office due to your promotion, you were indeed tired. 

So you just smiled before kissing her goodnight and things got better after that. But not for long. 

“What was that?” The redhead asked one afternoon - when you were reading a book while she was sitting on the couch, watching one of those old sitcoms she likes -, her eyes growing wide when she heard a few notes coming from the piano, untouched by the corner. 

“It wasn’t me.” You state the obvious, since you were some good feet away and hadn’t moved a muscle after you turned the page ten seconds ago. Your wife was about to brush it off and go back to her show when the loose melody of the random keys began once more.

Her magic lifted the piano lid before you could raise your eyes from the book again - maybe to check if there was a rat responsible for the noise or something, you thought. But there was nothing, and the both of you gasp loudly as the notes start again, with no musician responsible for it. 

“What…” Your voice comes out shaky, and before the question can come out fully, the redhead flickers her wrist, chaos magic around her fingers. Your frown of confusion turns to one of disbelief as you see the scarlet energy bringing into the living room a pair that is having a hard time controlling their laughter, even though they look scared of being caught.  

“Boys, this isn’t funny, your mother was terrified.” Wanda tells them seriously, standing up from the couch and crossing her arms in front of her body in that way that makes the boys - and yourself - afraid. “No, I was not.” You grumble, but the redhead just glares at you, so you decide to stay quiet. 

“Apologize. Now.” The woman demands her kids once her eyes land back on them. Billy and Tommy have mixed expressions of apology and embarrassment as they turn on their heels to face you, their eyes finding difficulty in meeting yours. 

“I’m sorry, mom.”

“It was just a silly prank, we didn’t mean to scare you.”

The almost sorrowful tone they use makes your chest hurt. During the few weeks that the pranks lasted, you expressed your concerns to your family, warning them to be careful around the house and to let you know if they saw anything strange. The kids always laughed, but you assumed that they just weren't taking you seriously, not that the two little rascals were actually the cause of the strange things. 

“It’s okay, doves, come here now.” You invite them for a hug, smiling when they take no time on doing so, expressing their apologies again as they wrap their arms around your neck. Wanda, with her arms still crossed, smiles lovingly as she shakes her head, making you giggle softly. 

“How were you doing that anyways?” You ask with curiosity, and the boys pull away from you to look you in the eye. “I finally got my powers. Not like Tommy. I’m more like mom.” Billy is the one who answers, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he makes a cobalt-blue energy dance around his fingers. 

“That’s so awesome, little dude!” You say as you mess with his hair, making him giggle with rosy cheeks. “But how about you use them for things other than giving your parents a heart attack?” You suggest with a raised eyebrow, and the smaller twin grumbles an agreement as he lowers his hand, the energy ceasing. 

Before any of you can say anything else, every piece of furniture in the room starts shaking at once. Everyone's eyes widen as you look around. The kids cling to you for protection - Wanda moving close to protect them as well - and your eyes scan the room for some sign of explanation. Maybe it was an earthquake, you think, but the idea leaves your mind as soon as you notice that only the furniture is moving, not the whole house. 

“What was that?” Tommy asks in a tiny voice, his eyes so wide they look like they’re going to pop out at any moment. “Billy, I told you to stop it.” Wanda says in a reproachful tone, but the boy just shakes his head eagerly. “It wasn’t me!”

“Tommy?” You are the one who asks this time, but your other son just shakes his head as well. “I didn’t do anything!”

And then, as fast as it had started, the moving of the objects ended, leaving the four of you in complete silence. The boys loosen their grip around your neck, breathing out a sigh of relief, and you take the opportunity to stand up. But before you can tell them everything is okay, a loud banging on the walls echoes through the room, making the two boys scream in fear. 

“Run!” Wanda doesn’t need to tell them twice, Tommy holding his brother by the hand and disappearing at full speed to hide in their room. You don’t have much time to wonder what caused the commotion after that, because your wife’s little smirk gives her away.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” You ask in a mixed tone of amusement and disbelief, prompting her to let out a giggle. “I had to teach them a lesson.” It’s the answer the redhead gives you, shrugging her shoulders good-naturedly, and it's your turn to laugh. “You’re mean.”

“It’s called parenting.” She hits back with a playful tone, biting back a smile, and you shake your head in amused disapproval. The two of you share a laugh then and, with a mischievous exchange of glances, you decide to postpone telling your children the truth for the time being.

[theamityelf]

Descendants Characters As FNAF Night Guards: Auradon Kids

Ben: Answers the phone, listens to the phone call, and just kind of assumes this is what normal jobs are like. He just does it. Shows up every day and does it, without complaint. Which isn't to say he's perfect at it, but he's great at not losing his head when things go wrong. If the power goes out, he's hiding in the bathroom until morning.

Audrey: Doesn't answer the phone because her instructions never said whether she was allowed to. Accidentally conserves power because she keeps getting distracted and forgetting to check the cameras; she's been tidying up the office, instead. This means, when the animatronics do show up right outside her office, she has plenty of power to shut the doors on them. Survives the first shift, then calls her employer the next day like "Hey, the animatronic showed up outside my office. Is that supposed to happen? It really scared me." Because she's talking to her boss and not Phone Guy, she gets a response about how everything is safe and there's nothing to worry about. Reassured, she shows up to work again and still doesn't listen to the phone call. Rinse and repeat until she quits or is attacked by an animatronic she was too distracted to notice.

Chad: Does not listen to the phone call because it's not his job to answer phones. (Because this rules-lawyer is definitely going into this knowing the exact on-paper requirements of his job.) Does not think to conserve power. When he looks at the cameras and sees the animatronics have been moving, he immediately closes both doors, shortly runs out of power, and hides under the desk. Freddy at the left door? He leaves out of the right. He is an athlete. Foxy could probably catch him, and maybe Chica's cupcake, but if neither of them are nearby, he gets out safely. He's going to try to sue Fazbear Entertainment, and you know what? I think if anyone can make the litigation stick, he can.

Jane: Listens to the phone call and goes into hypercompetency mode. Gets through the first night no problem. She plans to go back again the next day, because she hates disappointing people, but her fear catches up to her right before her next shift and she ends up not showing up. After which she never goes back.

[morganbritton132]

The other day I read through all your officer noodle/ uncle Phil Callahan au posts and god!!!! How that would change (but also not!) the Dynamic S1 & S2 especially. Like Steve is the only kid without any parent on screen who is In His Corner. He’d finally have an Adult who gives a shit and, while he may not Like Steve, loves him & would be able to say ‘why is this teen getting the shit kicked out of him every 6 months’ and make sure he’s actually getting medical treatment every time he gets his shit rocked lol. Also the angst potential of Callahan & his mom (Steve’s grandma) realizing his sister abandoned them when she found a rich husband/ family but now she’s abandoning her own kid like she did them and like, ‘fuck is he my responsibility now if she’s not even in the country??’ Idk, would love to hear if you (or anyone else!) have any more Thoughts abt it!

I have thoughts! This is kinda long.

Phil was never particularly close with his sister, but the six-year age gap between them never felt wider than it did when he saw his nephew for the very first time. He was twelve, gangly and awkward, and his legs hurt all the time from growing, but he didn’t feel like an uncle.

Everybody said that he was an uncle now, but Uncle was a grown-up word and Phil was just a kid. He thinks that Mom is a grown-up word too and that just because Angie was eighteen and married, that it didn’t make her an adult.

When he saw her, tired and exhausted, holding her little bundle of baby like she didn’t quite know what to do with it… it felt like she was just playing pretend. He didn’t think that she should be having a baby or that she should be married to twenty-five year old Richard Harrington no matter how good his job was, but that was what happened.

Phil was technically the first man – boy – to hold little baby Steven because Richard had stepped out to make a call and didn’t come back until an hour after Steve was born. He had lipstick on his collar, wasn’t particularly interested in the baby, and Phil was left with this sinking feeling that they were all going to fail this kid.

Phil graduated from high school, tried college, dropped out, joined the police force, and that feeling remained there. It never really went away – not when Angie stopped coming around for holidays, not when they went five years without hearing from her, and not when he found out that she left her ten year old home alone while she followed her husband out of the country.

Phil’s dad died when he was young and he didn’t really remember much about the man, but he knew that he must have been a fierce man because that fierceness lives inside of Angie, or maybe it was just something that Richard Harrington put there. Their mother was not fierce. She was timid and kind, and she didn’t put up a fight when Angie came to collect her child after a week because she didn’t know how.

Angie said a lot of hateful words that day – mostly to Phil – and Richard threatened worse, but Steve didn’t cry when he was dragged away even though he looked like he wanted to. Phil was put on a week’s suspension after Richard threatened to sue the police department for harassment, and life went on.

Phil always pictured a life where he left Hawkins but it never came to fruition. He never moved out of his mother’s house. He made plans to but they fell through when her health took a turn. He stayed. He slept in the same bed that he had his whole life, he continued his work at the police department under Hopper, made a life-long friend out Calvin Powell, and he did not check in on his nephew. Though maybe he should have.

Phil’s interactions with Steve were few and far between and each one filled with more disdain and attitude than the one before. He saw him running out of parties that the police broke up, grinning through the window of his daddy’s car when he was pulled over for speeding, and he saw him beaten halfway to hell sitting in the waiting room after Will Byers was found.

“Did a nurse look you over?” Phil asked, crouching down to catch Steve’s eyes when it was just the two of them and a sleeping Ted Wheeler left in the waiting room. Steve squinted at him and shrugged, but otherwise didn’t respond. “You could have a concussion – you probably do.”

“I deserved it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Phil said because he probably did. He put his hand on Steve’s knee to lift himself back up but stopped, “God, you’re shaking like a leaf. Are you-“

“Just shut up, okay?” Steve snapped at him. He looked angry and panicked for a second, and Phil was left with that sinking feeling of failure again. “I’m sorry. I’m just – I’m sorry. Just – I’m tired.”

Callahan went to get Steve a cup a water and came back to an empty chair. Steve cleaned up his act after that and then Billy Hargrove happened. Steve was in the hospital with a concussion, cracked ribs, and three broken fingers, and neither Angie nor Richard answered the goddamn phone. Fall passed into winter, spring, summer, and Hopper died.

Hopper was dead and the mall was in flames, and the only goddamn thing that Callahan can see is his nephew beaten half to hell again. Steve’s on a stretcher with a shell-shocked look, and when Callahan approached, Steve startled so violently that it looked like everything hurt.

He asked what happened and Steve told him with a choked voice that Hopper was, uh. That Hopper was gone. And Phil asked if Steve was okay and he said in barely a whisper, “No.”

Phil took Steve home that night. He made up the bed in Angie’s old room for his nephew and the Robin girl that he insisted had to stay with him, and he knows that he’s missed a lot – a lifetime – but he vows to himself that nothing else was going to happen to this kid anymore.

He doesn’t pick up the phone this time.

[an-otterly-adorable-being]

Wick x M!LocalPolitician!Reader

I'm back bitches/lh! And for my grand return, I did way too much research into St. Louis' city government. Look up the Board of Alderman, if you're curious. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy!

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• You're father was a decently wealthy man. Not old money level of money, but enough for him to afford a nice townhouse in St. Louis, specifically Lafayette Square.

• It was also enough money to earn him good will, and a few financing jobs for American politicians.

• With that money, comes amazing opportunities for a kid like you.

• Enter the 1904 World Fair and Olympic Games.

• You attended them both, and it lit a flame in you.

• You saw the wonder in the world, and you wanted to make sure people could find.

• Naturally, you wanted St. Louis to be the place to see that splendor.

• You became a lawyer at first, running a practice from a building, using the upstairs as your home.

• You had a pretty good thing going, with money coming in, most going back into the community, and a good reputation among the locals.

• But then you ended up finding out about some, not so great news.

• Turns out most of the city's were somewhat corrupt.

• Granted, the corruption isn't what you were upset with, it was with the fact that they weren't  helping the people.

• This simply wouldn't do in your eyes, and so you set out to win a local office.

• Eventually, you got your wish, and became the alderman for ward 8 of St. Louis.

• It was during this time you first met Mr. Sable.

• He was a fine young man, and you do mean fine.

• You didn't even know you had half of these feelings until you saw him!

• It started out simply enough, with you inviting him to business meetings and lunch.

• Eventually you started hanging out around town, as friends.

• Even later, and you ended up continuing the "business meetings" in his bedroom.

• (For my ace besties out there, or just those who aren't into it, y'all are just enjoying the privacy, and nothing more. Love y'all<3!)

• Wick also had a lot of confusing feelings as your relationship developed, but hey, you two figured it out together.

• It took a while for either of you to get things really going, relationship wise.

• And it still is difficult, with both of your jobs requiring so much time.

• Still, you try to spend as much time together as possible.

• Even if it is under the guise of reviewing his company's policies, or meeting to get "a better sense of how to help the people."

• That second one was at least somewhat true, though.

• Yeah, Wick probably wasn't the best person to be going to for the general public's opinion, but it did help.

• Especially when he introduced you to the Lackadaisy.

• It was a nice little place, even if you did first visit it at its decline.

• Wick would've brought you sooner, but you were a politician, and prohibition was in effect...

• Luckily, you never bought into the "alcohol is evil" thing, so you were more than happy to share a few drinks to loosen up.

• On top of that, the Lackadaisy gave you the opportunity to meet some of the actual citizens of St. Louis.

• Granted, there weren't many, as the place was already drying up, but it still gave you insight.

• Insight which, with a little bit of nudging, and financial backing, from Wick, let you make a difference, even if it was rather small.

• Now that terms are ending, though, and you aren't sure about your reelection, you have a nice little back up plan.

• And that plan is to be Wick's "advisor," which should give you more than enough time together.

[ghost-orca]

Channeling Your Love; Chapter 2

Description: You're a music radio show host in Jackson, Joel meets you, what more can I say?

Warnings: PTSD, Trauma, Future Smut: Just pure fluff for now

You can’t leave

Your breath is hitching, you want to scream

No one’s gonna understand if I let you go

Panic, sweat, tears, all of it taking over you

You’re just gonna have to wait here with me, until you really understand girlie

 You wake up abruptly, sweating and breath heavy. “Goddammit” you whisper to yourself, raising the back of your hand to your sweaty forehead. Looking at the clock on your wooden cart bedside cabinet, you see it’s one minute before your alarm is supposed to go off. You lay back down on the bed, relieved to be where you are. You let the minute pass in bliss, jumping up to your feet in excitement for a new day ahead once the alarm finally goes off. 

You place the needle on your record player and press play to start your morning routine with Make Your Own Kind Of Music by Cass Elliot, starting up the shower. You keep the bathroom door open to enjoy the music.“Singgg your own special song” You sing along as the shower water hits your face, your hips swing side to side along with the song, face beaming with appreciation for a daily shower. You remember being prickly when it came to bathing before the outbreak, getting fussy when your mother insisted you needed to take a shower. Something you learned to never take for granted now. Exiting the shower you dry yourself down with a towel, unable to stop yourself from dancing around your studio along with the music after “Even if nobody else sings alongggg”

 Once you're fully dressed in some bootcut jeans and an old t-shirt, you sit yourself down in your office, writing your cue’s for the day you had planned the previous night, when you wanted to just talk with your audience of Jackson, hoping to build a stronger sense of community through your thoughts, even if it mostly comes off as rambling. Whatever works you tell yourself, at least you're trying. You suddenly hear a knock at your entrance door, surprising you. You walk down stairs to the entrance, opening your door to a young girl with red hair and green eyes. 

“Hey there! I’m guessing your Ellie?” you ask

“Um- yeah! That's me!” She responds, her eyes light up 

“Come on in, I've been so excited to meet you!” You say, holding the door open for her. She agrees to come in with a huge grin on her face.

 Ellie starts showing up at 9am everyday from then on, and you teach her everything there is to know about hosting a radio show for the next three weeks while she keeps her journal on hand, writing down almost everything you have to teach her. She watches you intently as you host, dancing with you whenever you do, asking about different bands and songs she’d find in your various selections. She’d start calling you Radio Queen, or R.Q. for short, and you’d found it endearing. Eventually in time, after playing Heart Cooks Brain by Modest Mouse, which Ellie had suggested to play,  you start speaking into the mic. She’s ready, you think. “Listen up Jackson, I think everyone should know that I've had a lovely young apprentice these last three weeks, her name is Ellie, and if you haven't met her, you should! She’s a really great kid, and if I'm ever out of commission, I think Ellie would be perfect for doing the job in my place.” You look towards Ellie, and she’s beaming with excitement. You give her a wide smile back, feeling a sense of pride. She runs over and gives you a hug once the next song starts and you hug her back. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” Ellie says, jumping up and down excitedly. You start to feel emotional in the embrace, holding back tears, “You’re welcome kiddo” is all you can manage.

 An hour passes, and you remember Ellie has to go back home soon, you look at her mouthing  ‘say your goodbyes' after the last song ends, she nods in excitement, running over. “Hey Jackson! It’s Ellie here! I'm sure you heard that I’m gunna rule this station one of these days, and it’s gunna be badass!” She shouts into the mic. You start giggling, waving your hand at her to stop before she’s even begun. A knock at the door is heard. You look to Ellie to encourage her to keep going and go downstairs to answer the door. You're still giggling when you open up the front door, shaking your head. Once you look up you make eye contact with Joel, his hand leaning against the wall with his other hand in his pocket. You didn't know he was thinking about how to pose himself for five minutes before knocking on the door in case you had answered. He gives you a subtle smirk, looking down at you. “Heard Ellie got a promotion.” he piped up, rubbing his fingers together with his hand still leaning his body in the same position. You’re dumbstruck by how he holds himself, straightening your shoulders back to perk yourself up as you clear your throat. “She, um, yeah she deserves it. She’s been working really hard here, and we’ve been having alotta fun.” You respond, shyly making eye contact. His hazel eyes look so pretty. You want to stare into them forever. Joel’s still smirking at you, play it cool, old man he thinks to himself. You both hear Ellie from upstairs “And with that, I bid you all adieu with- Liiizstoo-Listo-whata? I don’t fucking know how to pronounce that but it’s by Phoenix!” Her voice draws out the name as the music starts. 

 You slap your hand against your forehead, cringing in embarrassment “Lisz-to-mania.” you whisper to yourself. Joel chuckles, shaking his head “I’m sorry about that, I’ll be sure to talk to her about it.” You start pumping your fist lightly against your forehead, nodding in agreement. You’re aware that Jackson isn’t a judgemental community, but you try to keep things professional in the most light hearted sense to hold up a certain standard, even in a world that doesn’t care about professionalism anymore. Breathing out a sigh, you let it go as Ellie makes her way downstairs to you and Joel. “Hey kiddo, congrats on your big step up the ladder.” Joel says this as he pulls Ellie into an awkward side hug squeeze, Ellie rolls her eyes. “It’s not that big a deal, man.” Her response makes you pout, you thought it was a big deal honestly. You saw it as Ellie making a big step in continuing what you were trying to rebirth into the world, a small win for humanity in rebuilding. Joel notices your disappointment, nudging Ellie. “Not that I’m not fucking thrilled though!” She responds eagerly looking up at you, Joel nods in agreement, “Yeah and I’m real proud of you kiddo, honest to god I came running straight here to give ya a big hug and tell ya how proud I am when I heard the news from Tommy.” He gives Ellie another tight squeeze. Ellie blows a raspberry in response “Tsk, yeah right old man.” Hiding the blush creeping on her face as she looks away out of embarrassment. 

 You watch the two of them in awe, remembering when your father would come home to you and your mother from work, giving you a big hug and letting you go on and on about your day or whatever “cool” rock you had found. Then your mind flashes back to when he hadn't come home, the TV streaming panic on the news “Everyone needs to stay indoors for safety”, your mother crying over the phone dialing over and over “Pick up, pick up, god please pick up.”

 You interrupt your train of thought, “Well, I should get back to it.” putting a lid on your memories. Joel noticed your mind was somewhere else for a moment, “Uh, sure, d’ya need help with anything before we go?” He’s not even sure why he asked, just felt like he had to when he saw the look on your face. “Nah that’s alright, but thanks anyway.” you say, having fully found your bearings now as you pull your hair back, giving him a nod and smile to show you're alright. He nods, “Alright then, give me a holler if you need anything. Let’s get going Ellie'' he starts making his way back with Ellie, “Thanks Joel. Ellie, I’ll see you at 9 tomorrow?” You ask, “Yep! Seeya!” Ellie waves her hand up in your direction, already walking back a couple steps ahead of Joel leisurely. Joel stops a moment to look bad at you, “Sure you're alright?” he asks out of earshot from Ellie, drawling in a slight whisper with concern in his voice. You look at him as he doesn’t break eye contact, slightly taken aback by his concern for you, but find it endearing. “Yeah, just a bit tired is all.” You manage to answer as you feel your belly start to tighten, cheeks warming up. He smiles and nods again, “Alright then.” pacing his way down to follow Ellie home as you watch his back walk away from you, noticing how defined his shoulders are even in a winter jacket.

 A few hours pass in solitude, two glasses of bourbon in for the night to come to a close for your show. You watch snowfall cover the town as smooth jazz plays, it's so peaceful. You look down at a familiar small box in the cupboard next to your desk. Pulling it out and placing the box on your desk, you lift the boxes covering, staring at a lone silver lighter with the engraving of a topless mermaid, the edges of it smoky and blackened. You take the lighter out of the box, observing it, then switching the lighter on to see if it will still set aflame. It does, and you shudder. Still burning, after all these years you think to yourself. A hidden secret that no one dares to try to uncover. Placing the lighter back into its box and under the cupboard, you sigh, and take a long sip of your drink. 

 As the final note fades out you bring the recorder up to your lips to say goodnight to Jackson with a final song, Weak by SWV “I hope everybody has a somebody that they can dance along to this song with, ‘fore closin’ the curtains'' Your words are a bit slurred from the alcohol in your system. “And with that, I bid y’all a goodnight.” Cutting out you pick yourself up to sway along slowly, snapping along to the beat. Your head spins as you do, “Can’t explain why your loving makes me weak” sung along. A knock at the door makes you jump, and quickly you fix yourself to get ahold of your bearings. Going down to answer the door in frustration you assume it's Maria asking you to take on a patrol job for someone the night before, again. “Maria, I’ve told you before you have to give me atleast a day’s notice to- '' swinging open the door mid sentence, you see it's not Maria, but it is in fact Joel. He looks cold, like he’s been standing there in place for a while, waiting for you - He was, working up the courage to knock on your door- his eyes widened upon seeing you, not expecting that you would really answer. 

 “Sorry-” You start saying at the same time, both surprised at each other's company. “Uh, you go first, sorry.” you're flustered, what is he doing here? You think, but you realize that you're somewhat happy to see him. He looks away from you, rubbing his bearded cheek, embarrassed. What the hell am I doing here? He thinks to himself. “I was uh, I was at the bar and I heard you talking on the radio and thought, you might have wanted some company. It’s my day off tomorrow, so, I don’t gotta get up early.” Your face starts heating up, Is he insinuating what I think he…? It dawns on Joel what he’s just said to you, “I didn't mean it like- I don't- ah christ.” You blink, he is making this so damn awkward you think, you’d almost find it adorable if you yourself didn't feel so embarrassed. I am making this so damn awkward Joel thinks to himself, unable to bear it all. “I should just go, I’m sorry for bothering you so late. G’night.” Before he can make a run for it and huddle in shame in the comfort of his own home you call out his name, “D’you...do you wanna share a drink with me?” You start regretting your words once they come out of your mouth, your legs start to shake. Joel looks at you with surprise, letting the moment go quiet for what feels like ages. “Never mind, sorry, goodnight Joel-” before you could slam the door shut and cringe yourself to sleep, Joel catches his foot between the door and its frame. He holds back a pained groan from the fast impact and sheer strength you put into the doors swing. “Shit! Joel, I am so sorry!” You flail your hands widening the door away from his almost crushed foot. “S’alright” he winces out weakly, he’s trying really hard to act like it doesn't hurt that much, but it really does. “Come on, lemme put some ice on that.” You've fully widened the door to invite him in, and he agrees. 

 You attempt to reach a hand out to him to help him up the stairs, but he just raises his hand up shaking his head, insistent on helping himself up. You book your way to the fridge and open the freezer to grab some ice cubes and make an impromptu ice pack covering a small handful with a cloth hand towel, wrapping it up with the hair tie you were using on your ponytail.

Joel limps his way to your old couch, and sits, feeling the uncomfortable springs in the mattress. Should really get ridda this old thing, or at least replace the mattress, wouldn’t be good for their back, he thinks to himself. You sit yourself down on the couch to give him the icepack you made, telling him to put his foot on your lap, and he hesitantly agrees.

You almost take his shoe off for him but feel it would be overstepping, asking him to take his shoe off for you politely. Once it's removed he places his sock covered foot in between your thighs. You place the towel full of ice cubes against his foot and hold it there for a few seconds. “Be sure to hold this in place for a while.” You tell Joel, he nods, unable to speak or look at you at this point, feeling embarressed. He must be mad at me, you assume. You get up and grab the bottle of bourbon from your office and bring over two glasses from your kitchen cabinet to the coffee table. Pouring each of you a glass, you start by apologizing profusely, “this should help with the pain at least.” you say handing a glass to Joel, and he thanks you, taking a sip…

 You spend the next thirty minutes in silence, slowly sipping your drinks while you sit scrunched up at one end of the couch with Joel’s leg stretched out across it sitting opposite you. You finally decide you should play some music on your record player to fill the dead air. “Is there uh- any music you like Joel?” You ask as you get up to look through your various records that you could play. Joel thinks on this for a moment, and you watch him think with anticipation, excited to learn what makes this man enjoy himself. “Zeppelin. You got that anywhere in your collection?” He finally decides. You start grinning ear to ear, quickly digging through your rock albums stack for your copy of Led Zeppelin III.

Once you place the needle on the vinyl disc, Immigrant Song starts playing. You begin bumping your head along with the drum beat and chords. You turn and see Joel is nodding along as well, mouthing along to the “ah ah ahhh”’s of Robert Plant’s singing, eyes shut while his finger waves along with the melody. You start dancing along casually, staying in place as your arms raise and hips start to sway. In this moment what you share is so precious, two people without a worry in an uncaring and gruesome world. The music starts to fade out and you see him watching you, Joel’s been watching you closely the entire time. Swallowing, like your tongue is stuck in your throat, you turn the music down so as not to disturb any sleeping neighbors and plop down on the couch next to him. He watches you push your hair away from your face as he slowly takes a long sip from his glass, drinking you in. 

 Time passes while you both make small talk about the songs as they play, and you realize Joel has rested his leg on your thighs, must have two songs ago. You’ve both finished your drinks at this point and the stillness in the air makes you notice how fast your heart is beating in your chest. Since I’ve Been Loving You reverberates against the walls, and you share a long glance. Joel doesn’t blink, just looks stares and starts making a sultry grin at you. Your heart stops and you look away, pretending to focus on something, anything to peel your eyes away from him before you give yourself away. A heat is pooling in your cheeks and in between your thighs. Joel starts nodding to himself, with a quiet chuckle unheard by you as the music drowns it out. Mighty shy, that one Joel thinks. You let some time pass before deciding to speak, “Joel?” You ask shyly, still not looking in his direction. “Yes darlin’?” Darlin’? Oh man…You find courage and turn your head swiftly to look at him, “I’m really sorry I hurt your foot”, You whisper as you start rubbing your hand up and down the leg he has laid out on you. This cracks Joel up, and he slowly blinks, You are just the most adorable thing he thinks. “I forgive you.” Joel says finally, a smirk on his lips. You bite your lower lip and nod. Sitting in continued silence for what feels like hours, you both slowly drift off to sleep holding the same positions, comfortable in each other's company.  

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Two

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

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Part Two: The Nanny 

Presley 

My mother always told me that I should have the strength of a man and not be afraid to use it, to survive the world as a woman.  A woman in a very dangerous world. Her words have stayed with me since... well since we were torn apart. I have been on my own since I was 18 and had survived with a toughness that would have made my father proud.  

If I actually spoke to him, that is. 

But in the five years after I left home, I am finding myself desperate to make it out of the East Coast and head west. To get farther away from my past, from him, the better. 

I sat with my coffee cup on my desk at the law office of Weiss & Associates and started my day.  I checked for any interesting news before setting the appointments for my boss, Michale Weiss, into his calendar with the notes.  He was a good boss, for the most part.  But I didn’t trust the man.  He was flighty and scattered, albeit a fantastic lawyer.  When he walked in, loud suit as ever, I smiled at him.  “Good morning, Mr. Weiss.”  

He gave me a tight smile. “Miss Adams. I need to see you in about 10.”  

My smile faltered just a bit. “Yes sir.” I got up to get his usual coffee and Danish, grabbed my notepad and head in.  “You wanted to see me, sir.”  

“Yes,” he waved me in. He cleared his throat, like he was uncomfortable, which is something I haven’t seen a lot from him. “HR has just notified me that there was an error in your personnel file.”  

My heart stopped. “My file? Sir I don’t...” 

He popped his hand to stop me. “Your social security number had been flagged. Now I don’t know what is going on and I won’t pretend to care but I need this firm to keep its nose clean.”  

“I understand.”  I looked down at my hands and bit my lip to stop myself from crying  

“I’m sorry Miss Adams, but you’re fired.” I snapped her head up. “Effective immediately.” 

“I need this job, please, I’ll do anything,” I pleaded 

“I’m sorry Presley,” he said softly. “But we have a big case coming and I don’t need the other side to catch a whiff of an investigation, or we will lose.”  

I nodded and stood up.  “Thank you, Mr. Weiss.”  I scooted out the door, grabbed my stuff and walked out.   

Three days later and I wasn’t having any luck finding another job.  I sat with her friend, Cat, at the coffee shop.  

“I don’t know what to do Cat, I mean, nobody is hiring. I need to have a job if I want to go to California.” Cat knew about my past and my plan.  

“Pres, have you tried with the childcare agency? They are always hiring.”  

“If my social isn’t working, how can I apply?” 

Just then, a couple of men walked in, speaking loudly.  “The boss is desperate to find a chef and a nanny like as soon as possible. I guess Mrs. Everett is heading back to Paris and won’t be able to help anymore.”  

“He’s got an interview tomorrow for a chef.  Now its just down to a nanny.” 

“Sad those kids lost their mom. Hopefully he finds someone who will love them as much as he does.”  

The men left with their coffees, and I looked to Cat.  “Everett?” 

Cat shook her head. “No way Presley. Mr. Everett is the King of Concord. A mob boss. How do you not know that?” 

“I’ve only been here a year.” I shrug. “Besides, I know how to handle a king, Cat.  This could be my best chance.”  I looked around to make sure no one was listening to us.  “Do you know where he lives?” 

“The big manor at the end of Concord St. Presley, are you sure? I mean if you are trying...” 

“I know Cat. I’ll be careful.”  

The next morning, I took forever to decide on my outfit.  I finally got dressed in a demur skirt and boots, button down shirt, hair in a ponytail to contain my dark curls.  I decided to walk over to the manor, pumping myself up along the way.  “You can do this Presley, you need to be sweet, smart, confident.”  I got to the gate and heard a door open.  Two men walked out, one with floppy hair, pulling on a coat, the other with a shaved head in a three-piece suit. I swallowed as I looked over the man in the suit. It was custom tailored, that much I knew, it fit him like a glove. It was dark blue with a pin stripe, crisp white shirt, no tie, a couple of buttons undone. I could see a few tattoos on his wrist and by his neck.  

“Can I help you?” 

I stepped through the gate. “Hello, my name is Presley. I am here for the nanny position.” I fidgeted slightly as he studied me. I sucked in a breath when I saw his eyes.  The beautiful ocean blue eyes that bore into my soul.  This man was not just handsome, he was beautiful. Deadly but captivating.   

He observed me.  My long wavy hair was tied back, showing off my face, I could feel my eyes widen under his inspection. I was a little scared of him.  

Not that he would hurt me.   

That he could wreck me.   

I swallowed, wondering what was taking him so long to say anything more. “I’m Curtis Everett.” 

Shit, this was the boss.  The king of Concord, according to Cat. He’d only said a few words, but the way he looked at me made me want to climb him like a tree.  I’ve never met a man who just exude sex and power with one look.  Curtis gave me a small smile, like it was painful to look at me. Like I was bringing him painful memories. Shit, did he know me? Know who I was in my past life?  “Why don’t you come in? You said your name is Presley?” 

“Yes, sir, Presley Adams. It’s nice to meet you.” I took a breath, stiffened my back and offered my hand and he took it. His hands were warm but rough, yet gentle. It made me shiver a bit, thinking of how they would feel on the rest of my body. I shook the thought and followed him into the house.  

“How did you hear about the job, Miss Adams?” Curtis directed me to a chair in his office.  His office was painted a cream color with dark wood furniture. I noted several pictures, a cute blonde girl and a boy that looked like Curtis.  Next to it was a picture of a woman, blonde, who look just like the little girl. It must be his wife, I thought to myself. She was the perfect complement to the dark of Curtis’s aura. 

“Actually, I overheard a couple of men speaking about it at the coffee shop.” I flushed at the admission. “I was there with a friend, and I had recently lost my job.”  

“I see.” Curtis sat in his chair and leaned back. “I hadn’t even called the agency, yet you took it upon yourself to reach out to me. That’s ambitious if not stupid.”  

“I don’t work for the agency,” I admitted. Might as well be honest because lying at the last job screwed me.  

“Then how will I know you are qualified to watch my children? I don’t want someone who could be a criminal or mentally unstable to be in close proximity to my children. Maybe...” 

“No, wait, please.” Fuck, I could feel the opportunity slipping away but I was determined and made another plead. “Mr. Everett, I may not have a degree in childcare or references, but I am a hard worker. I’m organized, I can drive, I can play, do make believe. Children don’t need to be so structured when they are out of school. They need to have fun; they need to be loved and they need someone who they can rely on to be their friend.  Yes, I know, there should still be some order but why not make it fun. I don’t know how old your children are or any special circumstances that may be happening, but I do know that I would do anything to protect any child and give them the love that they deserve.”  

Curtis 

Presley took a breath as I steepled my hands under my chin. I looked at this young woman who said all the things I was looking for. I don’t know how she understood how precious my children are to me. It was like she had lived this life before. But I wanted to make sure this is a good fit for my family. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Clint. “I want to see something Miss Adams.” The door open a few moments later and my children came running in. “Joshua, Everly, this is Presley.”  Both children greeted her and she smiled.  

“Its nice to meet you.  How old are you, Joshua?” 

“Eight and my sister is five.”  

“Wow, good ages. Let me guess, you like to play sports, right, Josh?” He nodded. “And you Miss Everly, do like your dolls and playing dress up?”  Everly nodded her head but still remained hidden a little behind Joshua.   

Joshua took her hand behind him and observed the woman, his green eyes showed curiosity but protectiveness. “My sister is always nervous when she meets new people,” Joshua explained. “I always tell her that I’ll protect her.” My chest swelled with pride at Joshua’s words. I was raising my son as a gentleman, something I knew Anna would be proud of.  

“That is such a great thing a big brother can do for their sister.” Presley studied the children. “Well, I hope that I can come back and play with you guys.  I used to play softball and soccer.” Josh’s eyes lit up.  “And I have a doll that I still sleep with at home.  Maybe I can bring her over and we can have a tea party?”  Everly scooted away from Josh and looked straight on at Presley.  

“Do you know how to braid hair?” Everly asked softly, her blue eyes big and round.  

“I do. I can help you with that as well.”  

“Daddy can only do ponytails.” I chuckled at my daughter’s bluntness.  

“But I bet he makes the best ones.”  Everly smiled and nodded.  

“Ok kids, go back outside for a little bit. Nana is making some soup and sandwiches for lunch,” I said.  A man Presley hadn’t noticed before opened the door to allow the kids to exit.  “Thanks Clint.”  

“No problem, boss.”  He closed the door and I turned back to Presley.  

“My children like you.”  

“They are beautiful and so well behaved.”  

I chuckled. “For the moment.  Joshua was trying to put a worm in Evie’s hair earlier.” Presley let out a giggle.  The sound was beautiful and for some reason, made my cock twitch. Get a grip Everett!  I cleared his throat in order to ignore the sudden bodily response. “I think we can do a trial run, Miss Adams. The kids go to school during the week until three and I usually work until about six or seven.  I try to eat dinner with them every night but sometimes I'm late.”  

“Understood.”  

“Now, I know you may have an apartment or other housing, but it will make me feel better if you stay in the manor with us, just in case.  There are times when I am called away in the middle of the night.” I was wondering if this was still a good idea, considering how I keep taking in her full lips, beautiful skin, long hair that would look good wrapped around my fist. What the fuck am I thinking? I refocus on her eyes, even though they are distracting as well.  

“That’s find Mr. Everett.  I am staying with a friend now so moving here would not be a problem.”  

“Good. Good.  As far as salary goes, I pay $1500 a week plus access to a car, food here and so forth. You would have Sundays off to do what you please. My only rules are not to be too loud and absolutely no visitors whatsoever. I don’t need strangers in my home when my line of work is... delicate.  If it is ok, I would rather pay in cash each week and of course if I need you in an emergency, I will compensate you.  Does this seem fair?” 

Presley 

I was stunned. $1500 a week could go a long way to helping achieve my goal. Plus, the added bonus of being in a secure location helped ease my nerves.  “Yes, Mr. Everett, that is fine.”  

“Good.” He stood up and I followed his lead. “I think that this could be an excellent arrangement.  Can you start this Friday?” 

“I can, my friend can drop me off.” I reined in my giddiness.  

“No, I’ll have a driver and one of my men come get you. Just leave your address.  They will be there at nine am sharp.”  His voice was resolute, no negotiation would be allowed.  Since I had no other way to get my stuff here, I let it go.  

“Ok.  Thank you, Mr. Everett, for this opportunity.”   

Curtis 

Presley walked out of the house and back down the road.  I watched her leave and felt a presence next to me.  

“She is beautiful, son.” Sylvia watched the young woman as well.  

“Ma don’t start.” How do mothers know what their children are thinking? Yes, I could admit that Presley is gorgeous and that my body had a natural reaction to a beautiful woman.  But how could I be disloyal to Anna? The conflict between my head and my heart raged and it seemed that my mother picked up on it.  

“Curtis, it has been four years. You can let yourself be happy as well.” My mother rubbed my arm.  “Anna wouldn’t want you to be sad and alone.”  

I shook my head. “That may well be, but it will not be with her.  She’s going to be working for me as the nanny and I can’t complicate that.” 

I was doing this for my children.  Their happiness and comfort came before mine. 

No matter how tempting Miss Presley Adams is.  

Presley 

“Presley, are you serious?” Cat paced as I finished packing before Mr. Everett’s car arrived. “You can’t live with him. He’s the head of a mob. He’s dangerous.”  

“He’s nice, Cat. He treated me with respect and is paying me cash. If I do this for a year, I’ll be set to move to California, where no one will find me, and I’ll be free. It works.”  

“I just don’t think this is a good idea.” I loved her so much for her protectiveness. 

“I’ve got it handled, Cat.  I’ll see you on Sunday, ok?” I hugged my friend when I heard a knock on the door.  “That must be the guy that Mr. Everett sent.” I grabbed my bags, which Cat helped with another and went downstairs.  I opened the door. “Hi!” 

“Hello Miss Adams. Mr. Everett sent me. My name is Clint Barton.”  His smile was warm, sandy colored hair smoothed back; black suit sharp. He was handsome, for sure, but the ring on his left hand left nothing to chance.  

“I remember you, Mr. Barton. Please call me Presley.”  

“Mr. Everett requested that I call you Miss Adams.” My felt my face of excitement falls a bit, but I catch it. I think Clint saw the flash of uneasiness at his words and smiled. “But, if its just you and me, you can call me Clint, Presley.”  

I smiled. “Ok.”  I turned back to Cat. “Maybe I can walk into town, and we can meet for coffee on Sunday?” 

“I’ll drive you Presley,” Clint offered.  “The weather will cool down and it will be difficult to walk so I can drive you if you need it.”  

“Thanks Clint. See,” I said to Cat as Clint and the driver took my bags to the car, “everything is going to be fine.”  My lower lip began to tremble. “Thank you for taking care of me.”  

Cat pulled me in, “anytime Pres. Love you.”  

“Love you. I’ll call you later.” I walked to where Clint was holding a door for me. “Thanks Clint.” He nodded as I slid into the car.  

The ride was quiet but not uncomfortable. I took in more of the city since I wasn’t on a crowded bus to get to Everett Manor.  Yeah, Clint clarified that the house had a name. My thoughts turned to the blue–eyed king. His gaze could smother someone or light them up to heaven.  I did a little research and understood he was eight years older than me; he took over about seven years ago and four years ago, he lost his wife in an accident.  

My heart broke for his kids. My own mother passed away when I was eighteen. Dad said she had gone to the store and had an accident.  I never saw her again.  We had a funeral, but the casket was closed.  Dad said it was because she was broken. But I know why.  And I shudder at the thoughts.  Thinking of her, I unconsciously played with the locket around my neck.  The last piece of hers I had. I shook the sad thoughts away as we pulled into the Manor. Clint opened my door.  “Go ahead and head on in. Mr. Everett is waiting with Mrs. Everett in the study.  Do you remember how to get there?” I nodded. “Relax. Smile. This is a good thing. I’ll put your bags in your room.”  

“Thanks Clint.”  I walked to the door and opened it.  I hadn’t really gotten a look at the manor the last time I was here. The formal living room at the front of the house was beautiful. Dark paint splashed on the wall would have made any home super dark, but the windows went up to the vaulted ceiling.  A light brown leather couch and two cream chairs centered the room, while gold accents finished it perfectly.  

I had always wanted to be an interior designer.  And I thought that whom ever selected this pallet had excellent taste.  I kept walking and saw the dining room that matched the living room and then the family room.  Two very different spaces. The cream-colored walls with a dark blue couches and brown and gold accents decorated the room. This room was meant to be light and airy, where hot chocolate and popcorn are eaten near the fireplace for movie night. Presley stopped for a moment to admire.  

“My wife decorated everything.”  A voice behind me startled me and I jumped. I also stepped back into a side table, but a strong hand caught me around the waist. The warmth of his hands burned my skin in the most delicious way. I looked up to see ocean blues studying me.  “Are you alright?” 

“Yes,” I breathed as I continued to stare. Curtis Everett is holding me in his arms. I shivered and moved to stand on my own.  “I’m sorry Mr. Everett, I didn’t mean to snoop.”  

“Nonsense.  This is your home now.” He offered a smile, and it took everything in me not to swoon. “Miss Adams, welcome.”  

“Thank you, sir. Mr. Barton directed me to your office, but I couldn’t help but admire the decorating and colors.” I took another look. “Your wife has excellent taste.”  

“Thank you.” He looked uncomfortable now and I lowered my gaze.  Dammit, I probably shouldn’t have said the wife thing.  It's ok for him to bring it up but a stranger doing it has to hurt. “Follow me please.”  He walked out and I followed behind. Further down is the kitchen, he told me. “Our new chef, Mr. Jones starts next week. I’ll introduce you when he arrives.”  He pulled the door to his study.  “My kids are at school now.  Everly is out at 2, Joshua at 3. Clint will drive you to collect them.”  

“Ok. Any type of schedule after?” 

“An older woman appeared, “Yes.  Josh is required to finish his homework before he can turn on his video games. Evie usually has a couple of worksheets to finish before she can go to the playroom.” I nodded before the woman smiled.  “I’m Sylvia Everett, Curtis’s mother.”  She offered it and I took it.  She had a soft but firm grip to her handshake.  She’s just the type of woman my mom would have liked.  

“Presley Adams, ma’am. Its very nice to meet you.”  

“I’ll be around for the next couple of weeks,” Sylvia said. “I’ll get you oriented with the children’s schedules and needs.”  

“I’m grateful to you, ma’am.”  

Curtis looked at his watch.  “Let me show you to your room and let you get settled in.” Curtis offered his arm to her, and she took it with trepidation.  This man was reserved and yet, Presley was drawn to it.  She wasn’t very experienced with men, but she knew enough to know when a man was quiet and reserved, he was most likely strong and powerful.  

“I put you near the children’s rooms.  We have the nursey, well Evie’s room now and Joshua is on the other side. He just got his own room, and he tries to hide in here as much as possible.” He opened the door to a room in white and black.  Black wood furniture decorated with a four-poster bed sat center.  A TV was on one wall and two doors. “This is the closet and this is your own en-suite bathroom.  The kids share a jack and jill in between.”  

“Its beautiful.”  

“I’m glad you like it.  Here,” he handed me a card and a phone. “This is a secure phone.  I’ve programmed Clint, my mother, my other man Anthony and myself in the phone. The card is for any expenses you may have while caring for the kids. I pay on Fridays, so I’ll leave an envelope for you in the kitchen.”  

I nodded, not sure what to say. “Thank you, Mr. Everett. I really appreciate the opportunity.”  

“I’ll leave you to it.” He walked out and before he closed the door, he turned back. The look in his eyes showed appreciation.  At what I had no idea. “I hope this arrangement works out.”  He closed the door, and I blew out a breath.  

What does he mean that he hopes the arrangement works out? Was he just hoping that I don’t run out screaming because his kids are monsters or what it something else?  I won’t deny that the man is handsome.  But he is also a mob boss, a king, as everyone likes to say. And I know how they are when they are no longer happy.  I shoved the thought away as I unpacked.  I put the picture of my mother and me by the night side table. I still miss her every day.  Had she been alive, would I have been able to escape the horror that my father planned?  Would she have taken me away?  I’ll never know.  

It was a few days later, and I was picking up the playroom while the kids were at school.  It had been a good transition.  Josh liked that I could pitch to him and Everly loved the different dress up games I made up.  I had also convinced each child to help their sibling out for a couple of games. Everly enjoyed the attention she got when Joshua would let her play with him, running after the balls he hit and helping her hit off the t-ball stand.  Josh rolled his eyes at tea parties but didn’t say anything, watching how happy his sister was.  

Today was the day that the new chef was supposed to start, and Mr. Everett asked me to meet him at noon for lunch. It was five minutes to noon, and I made my way to the kitchen.  Mr. Everett was there talking to someone.  “Good afternoon, Mr. Everett.”  

Curtis turned to look at me, giving me a glimpse of the man he was talking to.  And I blanched. It couldn’t be.  My heart began to race as I stared at Adam Jones in front of me.  I hadn’t noticed him before, probably because I was so nervous, but here he was, standing in front of me.  A phone rang and Curtis brought it up to his ear. “Hello? Yes, one second.”  He turned to me. “I need to take this. I will be right back.”  He left the room and I stared again at Adam.  

“Its been a long time...” he started before I cut him off.  

“Please, don’t say anything.”  

Adam softly smiled.  “I remembered. And I won’t.  I think you will be safe here. Its nice to know you are doing well.”  

“Thank you.”  I went still when I felt Curtis come back into the room.   

“Sorry about that. Miss Adams, this is our new chef, Adam Jones.  Mr. Jones, Miss Presley Adams.”  

“A pleasure to meet you, miss.” Adam offered his hand to me with a wink. “Please let me know of any allergies or preferences you have.”  

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Curtis’s jaw tick. Was he angry that Adam was being polite to me? Or was it the wink he threw? I sensed danger and was quick with the handshake. “Thank you, Mr. Jones.”  I took a step away from him.  

“Mr. Jones, I would like to have lunch in the sunroom, please.” His tone was devoid of emotion, but it was enough to issue a warning to Adam. What the warning was, I had no idea, but I could feel it radiating from Curtis. He turned to me. “Miss Adams,” he offered his arm.  

As I slid my arm through his, a million thoughts went through my head.  Why was Curtis so formal with me all the time? How the fuck did Adam Jones end up in Boston? Am I really safe here? Why is Curtis mad? Lunch was all business. I’m glad Curtis gave me a little notebook by the side of my plate so I could take notes. It really was a schedule of things, and I would add them to my phone later so I would remember. But he was formal the entire time. Not because I was his employee; it felt like he was holding himself back from...me.  I went to bed that night, wishing that my mom was with me on this journey. She would know how to read this confusing, beautiful man.  

The next couple of weeks were awkward.  Adam was friendly but cautious.  He never talked to me as if he knew me, which I was grateful for.  But Curtis seemed angry whenever he saw me.  I started to avoid him as much as possible.  I ate after the family did, claiming that I was cleaning up and letting Curtis spend time with his children. In reality, I did it to stop myself from staring at him. If I kept staring, he would see the lust, the longing, the desire in my eyes. That would be a very bad idea.  

On Saturday, I had put the kids to bed and was getting a snack for my room in the kitchen.  When I turned to leave. I jumped.  Curtis was standing in the doorway in a tux. I knew he had an event tonight, but I had assumed he had left already.  “Good evening Mr. Everett.”  

“Miss Adams.”  He was looking at me, not with friendship but something I couldn’t identify. “Having a snack? I didn’t see you at dinner.”  

“Oh. Well, I had dinner earlier since I wanted to be ready for bedtime.  I’m just having a snack with a bath and a book.”  I smiled nervously. “You look nice.”  

He looked down at his own body before looking back at the mess that was me.  My hair was up in a top knot, yoga pants and a hoodie.  I was ready to turn in for the night but I couldn’t help but feel naked under his gaze.  “Thank you,” he finally said. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”  

I swallowed.  “Yes, I'm meeting my friend Cat in town.  Clint... Mr. Barton said he would drive me.” I flushed. Shit, I wasn’t supposed to call anyone by their names except the kids.  

“I’ll drive you,” he said.  

“Oh no, Mr. Everett...” he walked up to me, and I went still, the sentence dying in my throat.  

“It would make me feel better to know you are ok, Presley.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I could feel it, the sexual tension between us. I thought it was just me, but I could feel it radiate from him. It was making my skin buzz. Suddenly I wanted him to touch me. I fought the urge to press up against him.  

“Why?” 

He looked me over with something I’ve never seen in a man: longing.  

“Because I couldn’t protect her. I can still protect you.”  

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Summary: Flynn never thought to ask for more. He always thought what he had was simply enough. But after a strange turn of events, he finds himself wanting more. Prompt: No prompt, I just wanted to write a thing for my Fluri Kid(s) au (Talked about it here [x]) Pairings: Flynn/Yuri Genre: Slight Angst, mostly fluff Warnings: Child endangerment, Mentions of human trafficking, a murder and Very small spoilers. Word Count: 4,875

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Mornings were normally a calm and peaceful time where Flynn would take a few extra minutes of solitude before having to get up for the day and go from being Flynn Scifo, just your average everyday man, to Commandant Flynn Scifo, the man who had almost the entire world on his shoulders. 

This changed, just slightly, a few years ago when he finally made his feelings known to a certain raven haired man that had made a large impact on his life almost every day since the moment they met, all of those years ago. Yuri returned his feelings, albeit hesitantly (where Yuri got the idea that he wasn’t worthy of him, Flynn would never know but he shut that down instantly), and their relationship began. 

Of course, with Flynn being Commandant and Yuri being part of the guilds, they didn’t get to see each other as often as they would have liked. But when they reunited, their nights were spent making up for lost time, sometimes with heated kisses and gasping breaths beneath their sheets and other times by just sitting next to one another, too tired to act on their love and just finding solace in being in the other’s presence. 

On the days that Yuri slept in Flynn’s bed, mornings were still as quiet as before but Flynn would be forced to deal with the temptation of slipping back into bed, next to Yuri’s side so he could rest his hands on the waist of his beloved and pull him closer and closer so he could pretend that the man wasn’t going to have to leave soon. So he could pretend that Yuri would always be by his side, no matter what. 

It was nice to pretend that a life like that was within reach. It was nice to imagine the thought of coming home to Yuri every single night. To take him into his arms after a rough day in the office or on the field and kiss him until they couldn’t breathe and to just hold him in his arms, running fingers through his hair. It was a nice fantasy but it was one that Flynn scolded himself for thinking of or else, his yearning may turn his feelings bitter. 

…Which is why he was surprised when one night, in between wanting kisses and love bites, Yuri muttered out words that sent Flynn into overdrive. 

“Starting this month, I’m gonna be stationed here in Zaphias as a branch for Brave Vesperia.” 

When Flynn hurriedly questioned the reasoning behind this (and secretly trying to find out who to thank for this), Yuri explained that Brave Vesperia had grown enough that a few of the members decided to branch off. After all, not everyone could make it to Dahngrest if they needed assistance from the guilds. With Karol being old enough now (Seventeen… had it really been five years since they fought the Adephagos?) to handle most of the Guild Headquarters on his own, with some guidance from Raven of course, Yuri and Judith both decided it was time to station themselves in places where they were needed. 

He didn’t go into detail over what Judith was planning on her end but Yuri decided to come to station himself back in Zaphias for a multitude of reasons. Flynn knew that he was one of the reasons, of course, but Yuri was a man of priorities so if Flynn had to guess, he likely wanted to keep an eye on the Lower Quarter (Though Flynn thought he had been doing a good job at keeping the Lower Quarter maintained… was he not?). When Flynn asked, he couldn’t quite get an answer out of the man and instead, Yuri pushed to continue their current and more intimate activities.

Flynn decided to simply not look a gift horse in the mouth and left it alone. 

Life continued as normal, and before long, Yuri was completely settled in Zaphias, choosing to operate in his own room rather than building his own office but most of their nights were spent together, whether in Flynn’s own room in the castle or smooshed together in Yuri’s bed. It was nice. It made Zaphias feel more like home than it ever had before. There were times where Yuri would have to leave for work business but it was nice, knowing he would come home to Flynn before too long, and they would fall right back into the pattern of falling asleep in each other’s arms and waking up as a tangle of limbs and light kisses as they greeted each morning together. 

Things took a drastic and surprising turn when Yuri suddenly vanished one day with nothing but a note on his desk, in his room. 

‘Looking into something for a job. Be back in a bit.’ 

‘A bit’ turned into several days with no word from Yuri or Repede and Flynn, knowing that the pair could take care of themselves but beset with anxiety regardless, ended up sending one of his men over to Dahngrest to check in with Karol, to see if he had heard anything. Karol hadn’t, and that served to make Flynn’s anxiety worsen.

On the tenth day, when Flynn was getting ready to call an official search, a commotion outside catches his attention as he hears some of the knights yelling and before he can get up to investigate, his door is thrown up. Yuri stumbles through, looking pale, weak, bloodied and shaken. The man looked like he had not slept much at all the past week and he noticed Repede pressed up against him as if helping keep him grounded.

What shocked Flynn the most though was the small child, no older than three, Yuri held tightly in his arms, who clung to him desperately with her face shoved into his chest. She had black hair, matted and tangled and– Oh Gods, was that blood? Her skin was pale and she was skinny in a way that made Flynn feel uncomfortable. They were both shaking though Yuri seemed a bit dazed.

“Yuri–” Flynn breathes out, eyes widening as Yuri takes a few steps in. Some of the Knights hurry in after him, hands on their weapons but they pause when Flynn quickly holds up a hand. “At ease. He’s– He’s my partner.” He instructed, trying to ignore how his voice was shaking as he looked back to Yuri and – that wasn’t Yuri’s blood and it wasn’t the little girl’s and he’s not sure if that made him feel better or worse. 

When the knights begin to back off, Yuri had leaned in close to the little girl in his arms and whispered something that Flynn couldn’t quite catch and she responded with the tiniest whimper she could muster before she threw her arms around his neck. Finally, he looked up at Flynn, eyes exhausted and voice wavering as he spoke. 

“Flynn, can… you send the Knights to go grab someone?” He had asked, cautiously as his eyes darted down to the little girl in his arms.

Flynn did not waste even a second as he ordered his knights into action.

The little girl was apparently the daughter of a servant who had worked for a noble. Yuri had received a tip that the noble (someone who worked so closely with the Empire, Flynn had come to learn much to his disgust) was secretly purchasing people from a hidden, underground trafficking ring. The little girl and her mother were one amongst many that the noble had bought. As if that weren’t disgusting enough, though, apparently the man had been murdering his servants for his own entertainment when he got tired of them. 

Yuri had infiltrated the man’s establishment as a maid while trying to find evidence and had gotten close to the young girl (“Iris.” Yuri muttered, holding her close. “Her name is Iris.”) and her mother and did his best to protect them while he was there. Things escalated, apparently. Iris’ mother had apparently been caught stealing medicine from the noble’s belongings, as Iris had caught a pretty bad cold. They had disappeared. 

Yuri would find them two days later, the man– that monster– attempting to choke the life out of the crying little girl. Her mother was already deceased. 

Yuri had reacted appropriately, of course. He threw the entire mission to the side and beat the man nearly to death. Flynn was surprised to find that when Yuri left him tied up in the basement of his estate, he was still breathing, if barely. Documents regarding contact with the human traffickers were found in his quarters on the estate, multiple reports from the remaining servants were made regarding his abuse and after some time, the remains of the past employees were found. Yuri was also questioned but he had refused that Iris be questioned and considering that the young girl had just experienced more trauma than anyone her age should have experienced, Flynn agreed quite quickly. 

Overall, the noble’s fate was sealed and his crimes were finally brought to an end. It was a mess that took entirely too long to take care of but knowing that that monster was off of the streets and the remaining servants of the estate were free and safe, then it was all too worth it. 

But then, Flynn had to figure out what to do about poor little Iris. In the month and a half it took to get her mother’s murderer behind bars, Iris had not once left Yuri’s side and vice versa. In fact, Yuri seemed entirely too anxious to keep his eye off of her for too long. Had the circumstances not been so utterly horrendous, Flynn would have found the entire thing too adorable for words. 

Iris, despite what she had been through, seemed to bounce back pretty quickly. She was not the quiet type of child Flynn thought she was when she was first pulled into his room. She was loud, energetic, and was able to keep a conversation for longer than most people could. Her entire personality screamed “People’s person” and when Flynn had commented on that, Yuri simply gave the man a sad smile as he held onto Flynn’s hand. 

“Yeah, her mother was like that too.” 

Eventually, another few weeks passed and despite a fight never occurring between the two men, things were as awkward as ever between them. When Flynn would lean in to kiss Yuri, Yuri wouldn’t respond with as much energy as he normally would. Yuri’s mind would simply be elsewhere and the man was simply too distracted with whatever was going on up there in his brain that it was as if Yuri wasn’t even there at all. 

Until one day, Yuri speaks up, voice uncertain as they sit on the edge of the fountain in the Lower Quarter together, watching Iris squeal with delight as she runs from Repede. The canine bounced all around her, tail wagging furiously as he pretended to try and catch her. 

“What do you think of Iris?” 

Flynn doesn’t look away from Iris as she moves to jump over a puddle, nearly toppling over and he can’t help but chuckle. A simple puddle was not enough to stop Repede’s onslaught. “She’s a very sweet girl. Very strong personality.” He notes, smiling to himself. 

Yuri snorts quietly. “Is that your way of saying that she’s too stubborn and can’t sit still?” 

“No, it’s my way of saying she reminds me of you.” Flynn smirks, nudging his hand before letting his fingers intertwine with Yuri’s hand and squeezes. “But aside from that, she’s… she went through a lot. And look at her. Running and laughing like it never happened. When my father and mother died… I was distraught for months…” 

“...I know.” Yuri frowns, not looking away from Iris but he does pull Flynn’s hand into his lap. “Iris is… she’s still suffering. She has nightmares every night and she misses her mom more than anything. I can’t… No one can fix that. Not really.” 

“... Yeah… I know.” Flynn whispers and then finally, he lets out the question that had been nagging the back of his brain since Yuri stumbled into his office that day with Iris in his arms. “What’s… um… your plan? What are you going to do with her? Are you going to take her to the children’s home?”

Yuri takes entirely too long to answer which, in Flynn’s eyes, already solidifies the answer. Yuri had no intention of taking Iris to the children’s home, where they both grew up. There wasn’t anything wrong with the place. In fact, it was in much better condition now due to Flynn’s influence than it was when they were small. It wasn’t a horrible place. But there was a certain type of loneliness that came with that type of place. Yuri and Flynn had each other but even then, some days were simply lonelier than others. After what Iris went through, she needed special attention and care. But would Yuri be able to give her that? Would–

“I promised her that I would stay with her when I found her. She begged me not to leave her alone.” Yuri’s words are low and contemplative. “She… begs me every night when she wakes up, screaming to never leave her. And to be honest, I don’t intend to.”

“What about your guild work?” 

“I’ll have to improvise on some days, I’m sure. But Iris has been getting along kinda well with Hanks and the others in the Lower Quarter. We’ll work on it but I’m sure some of them would be happy to watch her if I need to go somewhere.” Yuri ponders quietly to himself. 

Flynn considers it very carefully as well. “I suppose that when Lady Estellise and Rita are in town, they would also be willing to watch her for us.”

There’s a small nod in response as silence settles between them. And then, Yuri blinks. “For us?” 

Flynn nods, not quite registering Yuri’s surprise for a moment as he puts his free hand to his chin, looking very thoughtful. “We would have to make some adjustments, of course, and also some introductions but Lady Estellise is very good with children and I’m certain Iris would love some of her stories that she has.”

“Flynn, h-hold on–” 

“We would also have to get her a proper room set up as well. There’s not nearly enough room for all three of us on your small little bed back in your inn room. But staying in the castle the whole time would be rather stifling for the both of you. I know you weren’t into the idea at first but maybe I could convince you to try house searching again. Maybe we can find a house in the citizen’s quarter, since there are more of a variety there. It would be a good spot to raise a child, at least for the time being–” “Flynn, stop!” Yuri slams his hand over Flynn’s mouth, who’s eyes break out of his rambling daze before raising an eyebrow. Yuri let out a breath that he had been holding and quickly continued. “Flynn, you don’t have to raise her with me. This isn’t your responsibility–” 

Flynn bites Yuri’s hand.

“OW–” 

“You’re such a damned idiot–” Flynn growls out as Yuri pulls his hand back with a look of confusion and anger. “I love you, dumbass. For SOME reason. I love you more than anything in the world. Gods, if you would let me, I would literally marry you, right here and now!”

Yuri’s shocked expression almost makes him laugh but instead, Flynn proceeds to grab Yuri by the hands and yanks him to his feet. He’s unsure what exactly spurred this decision but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it before. This whole time, he was living under the assumption that getting to have Yuri living in Zaphias was the most he was allowed to wish for. So when it came true, he had stopped wishing for more. He had Yuri, and thus, he was content. 

But then Yuri decided he wanted to add to his family, by taking in a little girl. By becoming a father, and then he had the nerve to assume that Flynn didn’t want a part of it? That was enough to light a fire in Flynn’s chest, full of want. And want, he did. He wanted more. The entire scenario unleashed an entire flood of feelings through his body. He wanted this.

He wanted to stay by Yuri’s side. To wake up next to him, every single morning for the rest of their lives. To be able to lean over and kiss him good morning. To be able to run a hand through his hair, to whisper sweet little good mornings into his ear. 

He wanted a house to call their own. To have a space that’s so specifically theirs, that they could call home and return to it whenever they finished their work for the day. He wanted a kitchen to cook breakfast, lunch and dinner in. A place to eat with his family. He wanted a place to share with the man he loved most. 

He wanted a family. He wanted to be there for Iris on the nights that Yuri couldn’t be. He knew it would be a work in progress, since the young girl couldn’t trust anyone as much as she did Yuri but he wanted to get to know her. For her to get to know him. He wanted her to depend on him as much as she depended on Yuri. He wanted her to feel at home, wherever it was they stayed. As he glances over his shoulder, he sees her wide smile as Iris falls to her knees and throws her arms around Repede, hugging him tightly. And he fell even more in love with her and with the idea of having their small little family grow.  

So, he turned back to Yuri and held his hands tightly, bringing them up to his lips as he kissed across the man’s knuckles and he relished in the fact that Yuri’s face had begun to turn a shade of pink. 

“Yuri–” He starts, blue eyes glancing up to meet Yuri’s gray orbs. “I want to support you in any way that I can. In any way that you’ll allow. If I can’t support you when you’re on the other side of the world, at least let me support this. I want this, Yuri. It’s not me trying to take responsibility. You want to take in this little girl. You want to raise her. To make sure she’s never alone again. And I want that too. I want it so much, Yuri. To be with you, to raise her together in a place that we can call our home? It’s… It’s…” 

He hated the way his voice cracked, the way his eyes stung with a certain emotion that filled his chest. “It’s just perfect. You’re perfect, you’re both so–”

Yuri kisses him, slow and sweet but full of love. More love and energy than Flynn had been kissed by him in weeks and he briefly wondered if this was what was causing Yuri to distance himself. Had he been planning this from the start? Was he intending to adopt Iris and had just begun to assume that Flynn wouldn’t want to be a part of that? Was he once again doing that dumb thing he did, where he was insisting on not getting in the way of his career as Commandant? 

Flynn kisses back, wrapping his arms around Yuri tightly, and refusing to let go. He couldn’t. He had to make sure Yuri knew that he was serious about this. That they could handle it. Just like they handled everything else in the past. 

Together. 

“Mm…” Yuri hums softly, pulling back from the kiss as he reaches over to brush a hand against Flynn’s cheek. “So you’d marry me right here and now if you could, huh?” 

His smile is wide and teasing and Flynn felt his cheeks burn as he remembered just how easily the words left his mouth. He wouldn’t take them back though. 

“Yes. Yes, I would…” 

And then came the question that nearly swept Flynn off of his feet. “What’s stopping you?”

But before he could even think of how to respond, the tiniest voice calls out to them and they’re both yanked from their trance as they look down at Iris, who’s looking up at them with wide and curious eyes. Her gaze trails down to their joined hands and realization seems to hit her.

“Yuri…” She asks, almost gravitating to cling to the man’s leg as she glances up to Flynn. “Yuri’s married?” 

Just being in the radius of Iris was enough to make Flynn’s heart melt. And it only got worse when Yuri leaned down so he could make eye contact with her. “No, not married yet. I’m working on it, kiddo.” His smirk was evident as he chanced a look towards Flynn, who felt his cheeks heat up immensely. 

“Oh!” Iris giggles, seeming pleased with that answer. “Soon?” 

And this time, Yuri looks up at Flynn, eyebrow raised in question and almost like on autopilot, Flynn leans down as well so he could look Iris in her curious, dark eyes. “Very soon.” He confirms, holding out a hand towards her.

Iris does step back just a moment, not fully used to Flynn yet but she just as quickly gets over her fear and bravely reaches out and takes Flynn’s hand. “I can throw flowers? Pretty blue ones?”

Flynn and Yuri both exchange glances at this, smiles wide, cheeks red and eyes full of love and happiness. 

“Only the prettiest.” 

The smile that followed became Flynn’s entire world. 

That was the day that Flynn’s mornings began to change. He had come far, it seemed. He went from waking up alone in the room picked out for him at the castle, to waking up in a small little house in the Public Quarter (an equal distance from both the Lower Quarter and the Royal Quarter). Two years had passed since that day and Flynn had the pleasure of waking up with a face full of raven colored hair shoved into his face, a tiny leg jabbing into his waist and the large form of a dog lying across their legs. 

It was uncomfortable, it was painful, it was crowded, but it was perfect. More nights than none, Iris would find her way into their bedroom and shove herself in between them, a habit that the now five year old started back when they officially adopted her two years ago. She still clung to Yuri the most, who would happily pull her closer with his free arm but Flynn did cherish the days where he woke up with her face shoved directly into his chest. 

He loved her. He loved both of them. He loved his family so much that he worried that he was going to become known as an overly doting father and husband back at his office. 

His mornings were no longer peaceful, he realized, when he would watch Yuri struggle to get Iris ready for the day (“You have to put the shirt on THIS way, Iris.” Yuri argued, trying to tug the shirt off, only for little fists to cling onto it as tight as they could. “I wanna WEAR IT THIS WAY!” Iris would argue back with a screech of rage.) as Flynn worked to get into his uniform for work himself. As Iris pitched her daily temper tantrum and began to bicker with the older man, Flynn couldn’t help but smile to himself. He had so much. He had Yuri. He had Repede. He had Iris. He had a small home in the middle of Zaphias, and he still was able to successfully run his position as Commandant with no issue while Yuri was still able to do his own work as well.

His life almost felt perfect… but as he watched Yuri and Iris stick their tongues out at each other after their first argument of the day, he couldn’t help but think that something else was missing…

“Okay, well I don’t want to hear it when someone calls you out over your shirt being backwards.” Yuri points out, gently jabbing a finger into Iris’ stomach. “I tried to warn you.”

“It feels better this way.” Iris huffed, crossing her arms. 

“You just don’t wanna admit that you were wrong.” Yuri smirks and pokes her again, earning a quick smack of defiance from the young girl. “Flynn’s gonna tell me if you go running to him to fix it later.” 

“Nuh-uh! Flynn’s not a… a…” Iris trails off, seeming stuck on what to say. “...Not a tattletale like you!”

“I don’t know who told you that but they lied to you.” 

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yes-huh.”

“NUH-UH!” 

Flynn decided to step in before things got out of hand. “How about we put a pin in this conversation?” He chuckles as moves to pull Yuri back to his feet, pausing to adjust his shirt for him (And he smiles so warmly when he notices the familiar silver band connected to the chain around his neck. “I believe it’s time to head out. Lady Estellise wanted to go over some more lessons today with Iris so you shouldn’t be late in dropping her off.”

Yuri smirks a bit and leans forward to press his lips against Flynn’s, who happily returns the small kiss that had just fallen into routine for them. “I think I’d be doing her a favor if we were late. Gives her time to prepare for the Hellbeast I’m about to unleash into her room.” 

“Well, I won’t stand for it, thank you very much.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you won’t.” Yuri laughs and gestures for the door, looking to the young girl who was currently trying to stand on her hands and failing spectacularly. “Alright, Squirt. Out the door, let's go.” 

Iris doesn’t waste time in running out in her backwards shirt and her black hair bouncing behind her and Flynn watches her go only to see her freeze by the door. Then, twisting on her heel, she runs back with her insane five year old speed as she runs at Flynn with open arms. Flynn had seen this before and instead of letting her run face first into his arm, he’s quick to reach out and scoop her up underneath her arms.  

When she throws her arms around his neck and plants a kiss onto his cheek, he chuckles and returns it, planting a kiss on her forehead. When Iris turns to look at Yuri, there’s an evil grin that stretches across her face as if taunting him and Flynn had to fight to keep from bursting out into laughter.

“I kissed Flynn bye-bye before you did!” Iris brags, looking way too proud of herself. 

“You are a little menace to society.” Yuri reaches over to tug the girl from Flynn’s arms. “You treat me so badly. Both of you. Repede is the only one in this damn family that loves me anymore.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Flynn couldn’t stop the laugh this time. “Are you really going to let yourself be bullied by our five-year-old, Yuri?”

“Okay, next time she can bite you and you can see if you’re able to stand up to her.” 

As if to prove his point, Iris looks to Flynn and shows her teeth, making overly dramatic chomping noises. Here’s hoping that she would grow out of the biting phase soon…

Taking Flynn’s silence as his own personal victory, he puts Iris back onto the ground and nudges her towards the door. “C’mon, let’s go.” 

Iris darts out the door again, waving one final goodbye before she hurries towards their living room to grab her pouch. Yuri snorts quietly to himself and moves to follow…

Flynn suddenly grabs Yuri by the sleeve. “Hey… Yuri, could I ask you something? Just something to think about?” 

The man (his husband! Flynn reminds himself with a burst of excitement) stops in his tracks, turning to Flynn with his silent curiosity. 

And Flynn is just overwhelmed again by how lucky he was and how much he loved living this somewhat normal but not normal life of theirs and he knew he was selfish. He knew he was asking for the world and more. But even then, he couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward and kissed Yuri again, loving and deep as he let his hands reach down to grasp at his hands as the question slipped from his lips.

“What if we added one more to our family?” 

He watched a multitude of emotions run over Yuri’s face that day: Confusion, which turned to shock and then quickly followed by silent questions just on the tip of his tongue as he processed the man’s words… and then Flynn was more than pleased to see just a small spark of excitement reveal itself on the man’s features. 

And Flynn knew he had won.