#straight girls concern and frighten me bitch if that were me i would have called security and waited in the back til he left

[dykeyangel]

blah blah eddie cheated or whatever, the real concern of this arc is that kim saw the same random guy standing outside her workplace open mouthed staring at her TWICE and didn't immediately call security. and then also went on a date with him.

[cherryyan49]

peace of mind

an isaacwhy fic

she/her prns, uses of [name]

a/n: hi again!! no one told me that I would be wracking my brain to write for the past two weeks >:( I had so many drafts but I liked this one more <3 I'm still getting used to this, and I'd like to thank you for being patient with me :] anyway here's isaac being another simp but being in major denial

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2:27 am

The light green numbers blinked on the black console of Isaac's car. His brain was full, yet the girl he's been stuck on is sitting in the passenger side of his car. Isaac wanted to get out of the house, away from the sudden uproar of talking and screaming of his friends. He couldn't think straight, but it's not like he has been for the past few weeks anyway. Isaac’s been going back n forth between himself and his feelings with one of his best friends. It was nothing serious per say, rather him wanting to claw his brain out for even thinking of you longer than intended. He hated the way you made him smile, or the way you'd look at him, or the way your hands would accidentally glide over his ever so slightly—shit. He didn't hate it, he actually really, really liked it, but he'd never admit that.

Isaac had messaged [name] if she'd like to accompany him for a drive and possibly a gas station run to put his mind at ease; he just needed out. Which led him here, with you, in his car, still parked in your apartment parking garage.

"So, where are we going," she broke the thick silence within the car, looking at him excitedly.

Isaac broke a smile, "Not sure, but if you have an idea in mind that's open at this hour, feel free to tell me." 

"You're not kidnapping me are you?" you questioned as your face dropped serious, as a joke.

"Maybe–Anyway let's go baby," he replied very quickly as he reversed out of the garage. Isaac felt himself slip and call you certain names he swore he'd only call the guys. He feared that you'd be uncomfortable, or if he continued calling you that, he'd fall for you more than he's willing to let himself. But that wasn't always the case, [name] just giggled and rolled her eyes. She couldn't be bothered by the pet names as she found it normal, though they did cause her brain to be stuck on replay.

Faint music vibrated from his car speakers, as [name] was going on about her day to Isaac. Her words were soft spoken as they shared occasional glances and laughs. Isaac felt himself ease up with you here next to him, and it frightened him again. His thoughts ached with confusion, but when she was next to him, it all mushed and melted away. He hated it, he wanted to hate it so badly. But her voice just pulled him in, 

"We're going to the corner store right? I want a snack," she said while watching the lit up street lamps go by. 

"Nah, we're going back to my place," he teased at her, smiling proudly. 

"Okay bitch ass," she playfully replied, rolling her eyes at his statement.

Isaac chuckled, "Oh you love me darling", he teased once more.

[Name] felt her cheeks flush, "Shut up I do not." 

"Oh but you do," Isaac's brow raised as he pulled into the parking lot of the store. 

"So what if I do?" she replied sheepishly, as she looked at the familiar neon signs presented in front of her. 

Isaac's heart stopped, and he could have sworn [name] could hear his thoughts. She giggled, smirking as she got out of his car leaving Isaac to his thoughts. Was that a joke? Was she being serious? She loves me the same way as I love her right? As friends… right? His mind was loud. Too loud. Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in deeply before getting out of the car.

"Go grab what you want," Isaac told the girl, but was given a look in response, "– or I'll come with you." You smiled and started grabbing a few things with him.

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After settling back in the car, Isaac went to turn the music up, not noticing your hand was already on the dial. His hand grazed over yours, and his eyes grew wide. [Name] looked at him, concerned she had done something wrong, but instead pushed that feeling out when he held eye contact with her.

"Sorry, I didn't realize your hand was already there," he apologized, moving his hand away rather quickly.

She didn't say anything, but just continued to stare at him. She was trying so hard to read him, because she knew something was up. But he wasn't budging, at least she couldn't tell? Her eyebrows furrowed together briefly, but dissipated when she shook her head.

"No no it's okay, I thought you were about to stop me from trying to vibe," she finally said.

"I would never, just make sure the music is good," he scrunched his face in a teasingly manner.

"Mhm, mkay," you said as you playfully swayed your head to the music as Isaac began driving to who knows where.

Isaac softly smiled at you and your actions. He could get used to this as much as he denies it. There was just something about you that he couldn't quite place his finger on. Why were you, of all people, so intriguing when you're supposed to be one of his best friends? Sure you've bantered and messed around, but it wasn't like this. Normally when he likes a girl, he'd be straight up, overly confident and would do everything in his will power to win her over, but you? He'd rather be found dead than to admit he's infatuated with you. He doesn't like to face the fact that you have some lingering effect on him, like a drug that he never wants to run out of.

He drove around the city, listening to the soft hums from you. He enjoyed every single second of it, despite convincing himself he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to hate her no matter what he did. Isaac enjoyed the silence, but it felt suffocating, almost like he had to speak.

"Can you open my gummy worms, baby?" Isaac asked, glancing at you and the road briefly, not noticing his slip up.

"Yeah sure, am I supposed to feed you too?" she giggled, very much enjoying the names used by the latter.

Isaac rolled his eyes playfully, silently thanking you for not getting onto him over how odd he was acting. He gladly accepted the sour candies as you 'sneakily' ate some.

“Hey you fucker you have your own snacks,” he laughed while pulling into an empty parking lot.

[Name] giggled as she continued to banter with him. The two of you were through the roof with laughter as you sat comfortable in each other’s presence. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering glances Isaac drew towards you, making you smile to yourself. He would smile at every single thing you said, as if you were a Greek goddess whose life mission was to make guys swoon. And it worked,  fuck did it work.

Isaac’s head grew quiet, his thoughts from just a few hours ago, dissipating as he watched you ramble on about something. He finally felt peace of mind and he was okay with it. It wasn’t like he was confessing to you or anything. He just felt safe.

Isaac reached and brushed his fingers over [name's] hand subconsciously taking it into his as he continued to listen to her. He completely disregarded the actions from before over the console, and played with her fingers, brushing against the nail polish on her fingertips. The words 'darling' and 'baby' are still rolling off of his tongue, when replying to you. He could not stop himself, no matter how hard he tried, the names rolled off his tongue so naturally and so utterly fitting. Isaac wasn't aware that all it took was one long stare and conversation to make him realize, shit, maybe this isn't so bad.

[Name's] face was flushed again as she broke the invisible thin ice between the two,

"Bros in love with me," she started, "I'm not complaining at all, but I'm starting to think you're actually in love with me, you're just in denial."

Isaac was stunned. His breath hitched, and he thought he passed out briefly. The girl, who has been playing tug of war with his mind, proclaimed he was in love with her. Isaac sat there for a moment, basking in the fact that he's been…caught? [Name] squeezed his hands lightly and messed with the silver rings that laid on his fingers. Her heart raced as quickly as his, hoping she did not just ruin everything over a silly comment.

Isaac stared at her, wide eyed with his mouth agape. Words tried to slip out, but all that was coherent were, "What? Me?..... Me??" along with nervous giggling. The gears in his head turned as he shut his eyes to start over.

"I was–um, I was just kidding. We could move on if you'd like, it's not serious or anything," you spoke for him, stumbling over your words as you tried to prevent the situation from arising out of awkwardness. But Isaac just breathily laughed,

"Yeah, yeah sure, that's fine. Whatever makes you most comfortable."

"Oh don't be like that, Isaac," she flashed an apologetic smile.

Oh, but he will. Isaac didn't know whether to be relieved or upset at the fact that she dropped the question as if nothing happened. He knew that you probably just said that to put himself at ease but it was still bothersome.

Isaac rolled his eyes softly, trying to redirect the conversation to be more light hearted. He carefully dropped your hand from his, and rested his own on his thighs. His head was spiraling at this point, he felt stupid, so utterly ridiculous that he got caught up over something so small. You talked as if nothing happened, for his sake and your own as you looked around the car each time.

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The two of you were beginning to grow exhausted as the hours flew by, and Isaac immediately took notice of your yawns. Despite silently praying that his friends were done goofing around back at their place, he felt his phone buzz from tweet notifications. He glanced at them and groaned; it was getting late and he felt bad for keeping you out, but god did he not want to go home.

[Name] felt Isaac's eyes on her after she looked around their surroundings out the window. Her head crooked to the side, ever so slightly, and that sent Isaac through the windshield. There was no talking, no sudden actions, nothing, in between you. Music softly played, filling up the car, along with the faint buzz of the air vents and the soft breathes from the two of you. It was strangely intimate, yet the only thing exchanged were glances.

You couldn't help but smile first,"...What?" you questioned, breaking into another yawn.

"Is it time to take the sleepy baby home?" Isaac teased, pulling himself closer to the girl. He could see the way her eyes were dimly lit by the street lamps, and tucked a loose hair behind her right ear. She looked so ethereal, and he ached to do something. Maybe his lack of sleep is kicking in, or maybe you are just always so pretty.

"Do you want to stay over, Isaac?" you blurted. "I mean, it's late and I don't want you driving more than you should–" you tried covering up your sudden outburst of a question, but getting interrupted unintentionally.

"Can I kiss you?"

….huh?

Isaac's gaze flickered from her lips to her eyes, awaiting for an answer. The air in your chest was caught, but you didn't waste a second to kiss that man. Isaac's head grew quiet again as his hands cupped her cheek and jaw. He didn't care anymore, he knew his actions would have consequences, but he could worry about it later. All he was worried about was the fact that you, his best friend, was kissing him back–and he felt high. [Name] could feel his smile against her lips, making her feel giddy this time. Her hands danced lightly on his forearms briefly before separating to catch her breath.

Isaac leaned his forehead into the crook of her neck. He never felt so impervious and safe with someone like this before, his brain wires finally shut off from the constant nagging, bringing him a sense of pleasure in your presence even more. He closed his eyes momentarily before needing to ask something that's been haunting his mind.

"Were you being serious? You know, about earlier?"

"About what? Me saying you're in love with me?" she replied.

He paused, "Yeah, that and if you loved me."

"Mmm, I was, but I was also partially just kidding. Though you did get pretty worked up over the second time," she replied and teased the taller.

He groaned and sat up, "So, you are in love with me?"

"I never said that"

"Oh but you just did darling"

It was your turn to groan and cover your face with your hands. You couldn't help but yawn once more, before placing a kiss on his temple and leaning your head on his shoulder.

"So, are you staying at my place or should I take back my offer," she teased, very tiredly.

"Abso-fucking-luetly. Put your seatbelt on," he grinned, immediately driving off. His conflicting thoughts, dispersing more and more after the girl's sudden kiss from earlier. As much as he wants to say he was calm, his heartbeat says otherwise.

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a/n: hi!! so how was it? if it's bad, don't tell me :> can yall tell I like the besties trope LMAO anyway again I'd like to thank everyone with being patient with me, all the support I've gotten from my first work was insane! I <3 u guys ty ty <3

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑂𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Warnings: Some situations such as violence and harassment are implied here. Don't read if you're sensitive to such topics.

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰 ﾟ･:*✿

Hongjoong for once had a whole day free from dealing with any business deals that he of course wanted to take you out. Knowing you enjoyed the outdoors, he decided to take you on a romantic stroll through one of his many parks in the city. Just you two, hand in hand, with his men watching over you from a distance of course. Your safety was his top priority at all times.

He excused himself only for a minute to call up the restaurant he wanted to take you to afterwards, make sure all the preparations were ready. Satisfied that his orders were perfectly carried out, he started walking back to you and stopped when he saw someone standing too close to you for his liking. He scoffed, he couldn't even turn away for 2 minutes cause some asshole is already flirting with you.

Walking up behind the man, he tapped his shoulder.

"I suggest you walk away now before I get angry." Was his only warning.

The man scoffed and looked Hongjoong up and down.

"And who are you to think you can order me around short stack?" He mocked him.

Hongjoong simply snapped his fingers and in a matter of seconds, all his men came out and stood around them, awaiting for Hongjoong's next instruction. The man was now visibly shaking as he realized that he angered the wrong person.

Cocking his head to the side, Hongjoong smirked at him before saying:

"Now...... do you want to walk away peacefully or shall I have my men 'escort' you out?"

✿*:･ﾟ𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪 ﾟ･:*✿

It was a regular occurrence for Seonghwa to take you clubbing. Fancy clubs were usually the place where he had business talks with other mafia leaders. You honestly never felt it as if they were business meetings. You always ended up having fun and more likely than not, Seonghwa ended up pinning you underneath him before the night was over.

It was a new club where you two had to go. Seonghwa knew the risks of wandering into new territory, but there never seemed to be a problem....until now. His eyes were quick to signal out a guy who had been watching you too closely. Clearly, he didn't know you were off limits since he started trying to grind against you, holding your hips in place while you tried to get away from him.

Slamming his fist on the table, he got up and marched where you were. He sharply pulled the man off you before landing a hard punch right in his face. The man stumbled backwards to the force of Seonghwa's hit, landing on one of the tables behind him. He looked up and saw Seonghwa staring daggers at him.

"Consider this your first and only warning: don't ever come near her again. Got it?"

The guy simply nodded and scrambled to get away from Seonghwa's menacing presence. Looking back at you, he held your hands and scanned you all over to make sure you were all right.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his anger now replaced with tenderness and concern for you.

You nodded, thankful he was always there to help you.

"Come on love. Let's get out of here. I don't ever want to come back to this place again. "

✿*:･ﾟ𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸ﾟ･:*✿

Yunho always used violence as the last resort in any situation that involved criminal activity. And although you knew who he was and what he did, he preferred to have you know as little as possible about his job and to not see any of it. He'd rather you not be in danger or get so scared that you'd leave him.

He tried to keep you as hidden as possible, but eventually rivals found out about you and sent someone to stalk you out. Feeling overconfident one day, the man cornered you in an alley, pushing you up against a wall.

"So you're Yunho's little bitch is that right?" He smirked, looking you up and down.

You tried to push him away, disgusted and terrified of him, but he just held you in place.

"I love it when girls like you put up a fight. Makes it even more exciting when I'm destroying their little pussies."

You were in the verge of crying, when you felt his weight pulled away from you. Opening your eyes, you saw Yunho's men holding the guy down, Yunho himself standing over him.

"You're going to regret calling my girl a bitch and daring to put your filthy hands on her."

He whispered instructions in one of his men's ears and they took the man away, ready to deal with him as he deserved. Yunho turned his attention back to you. He cupped your cheeks and held you close.

"Baby I'm so so sorry. I swear to you, I won't let anything like that happen again."

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Your new coworker had really been getting on your nerves lately. He was the type who couldn't take no for an answer, even after you said you had a boyfriend and even kept a picture of you and Yeosang together in your office.

Since he never went past asking you out or pestering you, you couldn't quite escalate it to your supervisor. So you just tried to avoid him at all costs. Yeosang asked you once if you wanted him to get involved.

"It's not that serious. Besides, I'm sure you have more important things to deal with than my tiny annoying problem." You joked with him.

Taking your hand, he placed a gentle kiss on it.

"Nothing is more important than you."

You really thought Yeosang wouldn't get involved. But one day he decided to go pick you up at your workplace. He was glad, and so were you, that he decided to come. Your coworker decided to take things up a notch and actually press you against your desk.

"Don't worry about your stupid boyfriend. It'll be our little secret."

Yeosang slammed the door open, rage pouring out of his body. His presence itself was intimidating that your coworker quickly stepped aside from you.

"Baby, would you mind waiting outside for me?" Yeosang sweetly asked you, but you knew there was anything but sweetness in what he was going to do.

You nodded your head and went outside, closing the door behind you, the last thing you saw was Yeosang walking up to your coworker, who had terror all over his face.

"Looks like you and me are going to have a little 'chat' about respect and why you should stay away from my girlfriend."

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You were patiently waiting for San to arrive. He told you he was going to be a little late to your date. It didn't bother you as you were currently holding Byeol, playing around with her on the bench. It wasn't unusual for you guys to bring her along on your dates. After all, she was your guys' little baby.

"That's a really pretty cat you have there."

You looked up and found a young man smiling down at you. You thanked him and he bent down, asking you permission to pet her, which you allowed him to. He didn't seem dangerous.

"What's its name?" He asked as he ruffled the cat's ears, which apparently Byeol didn't seem to really like, evident by her squirming around too much.

"Her name is Byeol." You answered him as you tried to calm Byeol down.

"Very pretty name for such a pretty pussy."

You almost gagged at his use of that word and were taken aback when he placed his hand on your thigh.

"Makes me wonder if her owner's pussy is just as pretty."

You were about to tell him off, but a voice beat you to it.

"It most definitely is."

The man was briskly pulled up by none other than your boyfriend San, who was not at all happy.

"Unfortunately for you, you'll never find out. Now I suggest you just walk away. I don't want to cause a scene in such a public place, especially not in front of my two babies."

The guy simply nodded and walked away when he caught sight of San's gun poking out from his jacket.

"That guy was such a creep. No wonder Byeol instantly didn't like him." You scoffed.

San smiled. "She's always been a good judge of character."

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You scrolled through your phone as you waited for Mingi to come out of the building. It wasn't unusual for you to know about what he did. One time you literally walked in on him beating a man half to death. Those kinds of things didn't surprise you anymore. Besides, you knew underneath that deadly mafia leader mask, your boyfriend was an actual baby and softie for you.

You weren't a part of his business, however his subordinates knew who you were and thus treated you with utmost respect, because no one dared to face Mingi's wrath if he found out any of them tried anything on you.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here so alone?"

You turned to find a sharply dressed man next to you. You saw the familiar crest on his suit jacket, signaling he worked for your boyfriend. But he must be a rookie since you've never seen him before and he had the audacity to talk to you like that.

"I'm not alone. Simply waiting for my boyfriend." You responded nonchalantly, hoping he'd go away.

"Playing hard to get are we now?" He stepped closer to you, his fingers grazing your hair ever so slightly.

Stepping away, you turned to face him with a glare.

"I really suggest you don't get any funny ideas and just walk away while you still have the chance."

The man chuckled at your warning, you however just kept a straight face.

"Come on doll face. Why don't you let me show you a good time?"

The sound of a gun cocking was the only thing heard after he finished his sentence. The frightened look on his face was unmistakable as he felt the barrel of the gun pressed to the back of his head. The fright turned to pure panic when an all too familiar voice said:

"You should have taken her advice when you had the chance."

The man started mumbling out apologies, absolutely terrified of Mingi ending him. Mingi decided to have some pity on him after looking over at your concerned face. He quickly put his gun away before ordering the men behind him to escort the rookie back inside.

You knew Mingi wouldn't let the guy off so easily though.

"Don't be too hard on him honey. After all, he's new. How could he have known?" You fake pouted as you adjusted Mingi's tie.

Mingi smirked down at you. Grabbing one of your hands, he pressed a chaste kiss on one of your fingers.

"Fine. But I'm making sure that the first rule all new recruits know is to not even look at you."

✿*:･ﾟ𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 ﾟ･:*✿

Wooyoung had absolutely no chill in his line of work, and he especially had no chill when it came to you. He was the type of leader to kill a man on sight if he caught him staring at you for too long. He had learned to tone it down though. You didn't like seeing his aggresive side and so he tried to keep most of that away from you.

This particular night, he decided to take you out to a bar/nightclub. It was a place that was particularly visited by people in his line of work, which is why if anybody died by the end of the night, no one would be fazed by it.

Wooyoung excused himself from your table and went to the bathroom for a bit. You sipped on your drink and looked around for any familiar faces. You looked up when you felt someone sit down, expecting to see Wooyoung, but instead seeing a complete stranger.

"So.... how much?" Was the only thing he asked.

"I- I'm sorry?" You didn't understand what he was asking.

The guy rolled his eyes.

"How much for spending the night with you?"

You couldn't believe this. He actually thought you were one of the prostitutes that worked in these types of places.

"Excuse me?" You scoffed, completely disgusted by him.

"Oh come on now. You don't look like you'd be so expensive for a whore-"

He was cut off by Wooyoung's hand that pulled him out of the booth.

"She's not a whore you dirty motherfucker. You certainly have a lot of balls to come up and disrespect her like that."

Wooyoung scoffed before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his gun.

"Don't worry, I'll fix it right now."

He pushed the guy back into the seat and moved you away from there.

"Close your eyes babygirl, I don't want you to see this."

You obeyed immediately. The sound of the gun blasting and the guy's piercing scream is was enough for you already.

"Keep them closed until I tell you to." Wooyoung whispered in your ear as he guided you out of the bar.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸 ﾟ･:*✿

You were well aware that Jongho had many enemies. Being one of the youngest mafia bosses in the city, not to mention the most successful, he had a lot of people wanting to end him. That never happened though. He was too strong, not just he himself physically, but his whole organization was practically unbeatable.

You've had a couple moments where you'd run into one of his rivals. Nothing your doting boyfriend couldn't handle. He was always around to make sure not 1 hair on your head was touched.

Finally having some free time, Jongho decided to take you out and show you off. He stepped aside for a moment to take a call and when you were alone, someone approached you.

"Did you come here alone?"

You shook your head. "No. I'm here with my boyfriend."

The man chuckled. "Really? And where is this boyfriend? I don't see him."

"Why don't you turn around?"

You and the man both looked up at Jongho standing there.

"Now you see him." Jongho had a fake smile plastered on his face.

The man clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Choi Jongho......guess there wasn't much to see."

At his insult, a few of Jongho's men stood up immediately, ready to end the man if necessary. At the same time, the other guy's men stood up as well. Didn't take long for you to figure out he was an enemy of your boyfriend.

Jongho actually stood there calmly, raising a hand signaling his men to back down.

"Let's not make a spectacle in front of my lady all right?"

Jongho took your hand and placed you behind him, tucking you away for safety. He then proceeded to roll up his sleeves.

"Besides, we're grown men.....so let's settle this like men.....just us two."

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[idy-ll-ique]

Dogs.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Requested: Nope

Summary: Y/N and Chris meet at the garden when their dogs take a liking to each other. Can the same be said for Y/N and Chris?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! I already posted this on my old account... which is gone (RIP) so I'm posting it again over here! Enjoy!

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"Zeus! Zeus, honey, get back!" Y/N sighed as her cute little dog chased butterflies in the garden. She sat down on a bench, tired. Zeus would get to her soon. Zeus, if you didn't know, was a female dog. A bitch, if you will. She had just jokingly decided to name her that but Zeus liked it so much, she wouldn't answer to any other name. "Dodge! Dodger! Come back!"

Yes, celebrity sightings in this garden were a lot more common than you think. When someone sat next to her, Y/N looked at the person. Chris Evans sat next to her, drinking some water. When he noticed that his bottle was empty, he sighed. He was feeling extremely thirsty. Y/N noticed that and looked at her own water bottle which was untouched.

"Would you like some water?" she offered, holding it up.."Thank you so much!" He sent a grateful smile her way as he drank the water. After that, they sat in silence for a while. Chris stole a glance at her. "So, which one is yours?" he asked slowly. "The one playing with your dog," Y/N laughed. Chris looked at her. Y/N was smiling at the place where Zeus and Dodger were together chasing butterflies.

No, Chris, she's a stranger! he thought. But she gave you water! That's not called being a stranger, water is the most important component of your life, his conscience scolded him. "So, what's your name?" Chris asked the pretty lady sitting next to him. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, delighted to meet you," she said, turning to give him a small smile.

The two dogs returned to their owners after successfully getting themselves tired by chasing insects.

"Dodger likes you." Dodger was happily barking as Y/N ruffled his hair. "Zeus likes you, it seems," Y/N chuckled when she saw Zeus snuggling into Chris' leg. The owners quickly tied their dogs on leash and stood up with their belongings. When they tried to take their dogs away from each other, the dogs whimpered.

"It's okay, Zeus, I'm sure we'll meet Dodger again soon," Y/N cooed at her dog. Then she looked at Chris. "Yes, of course, we will." He smiled at her. She grinned as Zeus dejectedly started following her. "Y/N wait, give me your number so we can make plans!" She turned around. They exchanged numbers and in the meantime, Zeus and Dodger exchanged goodbyes.

After that, Y/N and Chris parted ways. The reason Zeus and Dodger had bonded so much was that they were... they're dogs... male, female... figure it out. They were dogs, they didn't care about love. Breeding was more important to them, unlike humans.

After Y/N had reached home, she first kept all the stuff away and prepared food for Zeus. Zeus, meanwhile, was lying in front of the door with a sad face.

"Oh don't worry, you big baby, you'll meet Dodger soon enough," Y/N said, "Hopefully," was added under her breath. Zeus looked up. She whimpered and Y/N's heart went out to her dog. "Aw, it's okay, eat. You'll feel better," she chuckled, cuddling up to Zeus as Zeus ate.

"Dodger, cheer up, I can't see you like this," Chris sighed once he was home. Dodger, like Zeus, laid down in front of the door with a whine. Chris had the same idea as Y/N and prepared some food for Dodger. He kept his bowl in front of him and Dodger looked up. "That's my boy," Chris said fondly as Dodger started munching on the food. Both the dogs felt better after eating, but they still missed their best friend.

Chris, not bearing to see Dodger like that, called Y/N. Y/N was doing the laundry when her phone rang from the living room. Zeus barked. "Don't worry honey, it might be mom," Y/N chuckled, going to the living room to get her phone. When she saw Chris' name, she got confused. "Hi," she answered the call.

"Hey, I just wanted to ask, is Zeus doing okay?" His question didn't frighten her, nor startle her. "She wasn't but I gave her food, now she's fine. She still misses Dodger, though," Y/N chuckled.

"Good, I was just wondering if you'd come to the garden tomorrow, too," Chris asked nervously. "Of course, I take Zeus there every day, it's her favourite place," Y/N replied. "That's good, I'll be there tomorrow, whatever timing's convenient for you," he smiled, relieved. "6?" she asked him.

"Yes, that'll do. Bye, see you tomorrow!" He hung up the phone and turned to Dodger, who was watching intently.

Y/N kept her phone away and turned to Zeus, who was watching her intently. Both Chris and Y/N got smiles on their faces at the same time.

"Tomorrow you're meeting Zeus."

"Tomorrow you're meeting Dodger."

Both dogs simultaneously let out a happy bark, making their owners 1000 times more happy than they already were. Y/N went to do her laundry again and Chris went to see the TV with Dodger. As Y/N was putting her clothes in a dryer, she realized something.

"Oh, God, is this a date?" she groaned. Meanwhile, Chris had realized the same thing too. He freaked out, he had just asked her on a date! "Doing it for Dodger. Not myself," he mumbled under his breath.

"I'm doing it for Zeus, not myself," Y/N reminded herself and took out the dry clothes from the dryer. She then went to her room to iron them.

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The next day dawned way earlier than either of them would have wanted. Y/N's biggest concern was the media seeing Chris and her together.

She didn't want hoards of angry fans at her doorstep attempting to murder her for having a goddamn date with Chris Evans. She hated the media for posting mindless things like those.

Chris' concern, meanwhile, was not that he didn't want to be seen in the media with her, it was that he didn't want the media to notice her in the first place.

Since the garden was a popular spot for celebs with pets, paparazzi and reporters were always roaming around. And they always printed the wrong sorts of news. He didn't want Y/N to be in a bad light because Hey, did you see that girl with Chris Evans? Yeah, she's such a bitch, I mean, I'm more beautiful, obviously, why doesn't he notice me?!

He had fans like that.

Y/N was obviously more beautiful than any other girl, any other celebrity he had ever seen. Kind, generous, polite, good looking, intelligent… What more could he want? She also had a dog. That was a bonus for him. She treated her dog so well, so kindly, as if it was her firstborn child. Chris could see why Dodger was attracted to Zeus.

He could say the same about himself being attracted to Y/N. She was nice, why the hell couldn't he date her? He would date her and proudly so, okay? "Come on Dodge, we're going to meet Y/N and Zeus!" Chris called out, tying his shoelaces. Dodger came running from the living room.

He waited patiently as Chris quickly tied the leash to Dodger's collar. Y/N was tying a leash to Zeus' collar while she excitedly jumped around. "Okay, baby girl, here we go," Y/N took a deep breath and wore her goggles, opening the door. As soon as the door opened, Zeus attempted to run.

Y/N somehow managed to lock the door when she lost control and Zeus ran, pulling Y/N behind her. Y/N laughed as she ran behind Zeus. They reached the park at 2 minutes to 6 o'clock. They walked in and looked around, Y/N trying to find Chris. She saw him sitting on a bench, far away.

He was checking his watch, Dodger sitting by his leg, wagging his tail. Zeus, when she saw them, ran. Y/N, naturally, ran behind her.

When Chris heard her, he looked up and nearly dropped his phone to the ground. That happy laugh on Y/N's face could make stone-hearted people smile. Y/N, once she was by Chris' side, stopped and took the leash off of Zeus. Chris did the same with Dodger and the two happy dogs took off.

Y/N collapsed on the bench next to Chris, taking deep and heavy breaths. Then, she realized she had forgotten her water bottle. She groaned. "Y/N, everything alright?" Chris asked with concern. "Zeus... made... me... run... all th... all the way up... to here," she wheezed, coughing.

"I feel like you should drink water," he said, patting her shoulder. She was wearing track pants and a loose t-shirt, same with Chris. "I... forgot... my... bottle," she coughed more, sitting up straight. She felt better, but not without water.

"Here. I brought extra, just in case." She accepted his bottle, thanking him. When she drank the water, she felt better. "Thank you so much, Chris," she said, a grateful smile on her face. "A date helps a date." When she heard those words, Y/N looked at Chris with a look of disbelief on her face.

Her eyes wide and her jaw dropped. Chris chuckled. "I realized yesterday, what a date-like situation it was. Couples always bring their dogs for a walk," he shrugged, giving her a lopsided grin. "I didn't think you'd want to acknowledge this as a date," Y/N laughed, running a hand through her shoulder-length hair. Chris was sporting his iconic Captain America beard and long hair.

If you had a chance to see them, they looked so much like a couple you would've thought they were married. They started talking about general things, like what they do, where they live, their hobbies, favourite this, favourite that, blah blah blah.

After a while, as both of them got engrossed in their talks, Y/N noticed that Chris' watch said 8. They spent two hours just talking.

"Chris, it's getting late, I should go," she smiled sheepishly. "Oh, it's 8 already?! I have to head home too," he chuckled and they stood up. "Where are Dodger and Zeus?"

They looked around, panicking because they couldn't find their dogs anywhere. There were still people in the park, so they weren't worried much. "You go there, I'll go there," Chris said, pointing towards the left and right.

Y/N nodded and they left to find their dogs. Y/N was the one who found them. When she found them, she smiled broadly and took a photo. Then she called Chris. "Y/N! Did you find them?" She smiled softly. She told him where she was and once he got there, both of them smiled at their dogs. Zeus and Dodger were sitting under a tree sleeping peacefully.

They were curled up next to each other in a small bundle of fur. Chris put an arm around Y/N's shoulder and she turned to look at him. "They look so happy. You should bring Zeus over some time," he whispered, not looking at her. She nodded and looked down at Zeus and Dodger. They gently woke the doggos up and took them home, both the dogs following their owners in a sleepy stance.

At the garden gate, "I guess I'll see you later."

"See you later, Chris," Y/N replied in a soft voice. In the flow of the moment, Chris quickly leaned in, gave Y/N a kiss on her cheek and left with Dodger. Y/N kept standing in her spot, had Chris Evans just kissed her? She shook her head, sensing many more moments like those to come.

She wasn't even bothered.

She was excited.

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch24: Like The Old Man Said…Together. Part 2- Walk It Off

Summary: The Avengers track Ultron and it’s a race against time before the AI can put his plan into action.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW) violence and crazy assed robots. Oh and “Something dramatic, I hope!”

A/N: This chapter now includes additional content! @angrybirdcr​ has done it again girrrrrl

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 24 Part 1

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“Ultron knows we’re coming. Odds are we’ll be running into heavy fire, and that’s what we signed up for, but the people of Sokovia they didn’t. That’s why our priority is getting them out. All they want is to live their lives in peace, and that’s not going to happen today. But we can do our best to protect them and get the job done. We find out what Ultron’s been building. We find Romanoff. We clear the field and keep the fight between us. Ultron thinks we’re monsters, and that we’re what’s wrong with the world, but this isn’t just about beating him, it’s about whether he’s right.“

Steve certainly felt like he was right when he descended down the ramp and the first thing he saw was a huge mural of himself on a wall to his right. If he hadn’t been so concerned with the word, ‘fašista’ scrawled across it, he might have given some consideration to the fact the art work was pretty good. He looked at the painting, before turning and tossing his helmet back into the jet, almost hitting Katie as she walked down the ramp. Frowning she looked at him, spotted the paining and gave a sigh. She knew that would have upset him.

But whether they liked Captain America or not, the people of Sokovia were getting his help and that of the rest of the Avengers too. Thor and Bruce went underground to Strucker’s base to find Natasha and the Vibranium, Tony and Vision went off to locate where Ultron was and confront him so that Vision could do his part. The rest of them focussed on the evacuation, if this was going to end in a fight as it always did, then it was best to get the civilians out of the way as soon as possible. Steve dispatched Clint to a rooftop to oversee events from up there and Katie headed off with Wanda to the bridge that led out of the city. She could feel the younger girl’s panic even though she did well to try and hide it

"Do you see…the beauty of it? The inevitability. You rise, only to fall. You, Avengers, a meteor. My swift and terrible sword. And the earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world will be metal.”

They seemed to be fighting forever, and Sokovia was getting higher and higher. Just as everything seemed lost and the group looked to be faced with an impossible decision after Tony pointed out that the only thing he could think about was blowing the city before the impact radius got too big. Steve was adamant he was not leaving the city with one civilian on it, when Katie smiled sadly and turned to him.

“I didn’t say we should leave.” She swallowed, and she could feel Natasha looking at her as well from where she stood on her right. Katie turned to Steve, as he looked down at her “There’s worse ways to go.” she said responding to his silent question, her chest heaving resigning herself to the fact that they might not make it out of this alive, surprised the thought didn’t frighten her more at that point.

“She’s right,” Natasha agreed, and Katie turned to look at her. She shrugged and nodded out at the clouds “Where else are we gonna get a view like this?”

“Glad you like the view, Romanoff.”  All three of them started at the very familiar voice that came through the coms. “It’s about to get a whole lot better.”

That’s when the helicarrier came right into view and Katie smiled, her eyes filing with emotion as she felt the relief swell in her chest.

“So this is your ‘something dramatic’?” She quipped and Fury gave a hum of confirmation.

“Nice, right? Pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends. She’s dusty.” Nick Fury said nonchalantly. “But she’ll do.”

Katie looked round and noticed that Pietro had joined us, looking at the ship.

“Fury, you son of a bitch.” Steve spoke in almost a whisper while shaking his head.

Fury let out a whistle before responded to Steve teasingly. “Ohhh hooo, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Their fight led them to protecting the Vibranium Core that was situated in a church which was in the dead centre of the City and of course Ultron followed them. As The Avengers surrounded their precious charge, Thor yelled out to the AI.

“Is that best you can do?”

Ultron picked his hand up, and what seemed like a million robots began to advance towards them.

Katie groaned, and looked at Steve as he turned to look at Thor, annoyance all over his face. “You haddda ask.” He deadpanned, his Brooklyn accent coming out as it often did in these situations, and Thor at least had the decency to look sheepish.

“This is the best I can do.” Ultron continued on. “This is exactly what I wanted. All of you against all of me. How can you possibly hope to stop me?”

“Well, like the old man said,” Tony stated, and Steve turned to look at him over his shoulder, “together.”

Hulk then let out a loud roar as the swarm of robots attacked.

The robots began running into the church by the hundreds it seemed, but everyone was ready. Arrows, fists and Steve’s shield flew, repulsors, guns and shock sticks fired, speed and red tendrils of power ripped them apart from the inside, lighting flashed and the Hulk smashed. Eventually Ultron joined the fray and Vision flew at him. Ultron punched Vision into the wall but he retaliated by using the mind stone in his forehead to shoot at Ultron making him stagger back and out of the church.

Vision didn’t let up as Thor, Tony and Katie joined the android with lightening and repulsor beams respectively. The Starks surged their arms forward, unloading all the power they had in their suits and the 4 of them combined melted away the outer layer of Vibranium that covered Ultron, which was when they stopped. He could be taken out easily now.

“You know, with the benefit of hindsight – ” Ultron began to say but Hulk roared then punched him so hard he went flying across the city.

Hulk growled at the remaining robots who immediately turned and ran away.

“They’ll try to leave the city.” Thor called out.

“We can’t let them, not even one.” Tony spoke frantically, calling on their other eye in the sky. “Rhodey…”

“I’m on it!” He announced over the radio. “Oh no, I didn’t say you could leave…War Machine coming at you.” there was a pause as Vision flew in to help, phasing and ripping one of them apart “Ok, what?”

“We gotta move out.” Steve spoke as those of them left on the ground re-grouped. “Even I can tell the air is getting thin. You guys get to the boats. I’ll sweep for stragglers…”

“I’ll come with you.”  Katie said. For some reason she didn’t want to leave him, or more to the point him to leave her.  Steve looked at her, and he understood, he really did. If there was a chance they were getting separated he really didn’t want to take it but he wanted her on that carrier, away.

“You go and make sure everyone gets out. I’ll be right behind you, I promise.”

He’d never broken a promise to her yet, so she took a deep breath and nodded.

“What about the core?” Clint asked while turning to look at it.

“I’ll protect it.” Everyone turned to Wanda, giving her a worried look. “It’s my job.” She clarified nodding to Clint. Clint inclined his head towards her, before he turned to leave.

“Nat.” He said as Steve started to usher everyone bar Wanda out of the church. I threw one last glance over at Wanda before Katie turned to Steve.  

“Be careful.” “I always am.” He grinned.

“Liar.” She muttered watching him go, before she took off again, looking down at the devastation on the ground below. This was far worse than New York. Far worse than Washington. It was horrendous, and Katie wasn’t sure how the people of Sokovia would ever recover.

Clint skidded the car he had been driving to a halt by the lifeboats and Katie landed besides them. There was a roar and she glanced to her left, noticing the huge form of the Hulk throwing around debris of the various robots.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Clint looked at Natasha meaningfully.

“So get your ass on a boat.” She shot back, jumping out of the car.

Clint and Katie then set off, ushering the last civilians around them onto the last boat as they went. Katie spotted Thor stood a little to her left, his head turned over to his right as Steve appeared from inside a building.

“Thor, I’m gonna need you back at the church.” Tony said over the coms.

Thor nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see Tony and then looked at Steve, breathing heavily. "Is that the last of them?” He asked him.

“Yeah,” He answered instead, quickly looking around at the evacuations taking place, spotting Katie and Clint boarding the boat “Everyone else is on board the carriers.”

“You know, if this works, we maybe don’t walk away.” Tony mutterd quietly, cutting Katie out of the coms temporarily so as not to worry or upset her.

“Maybe not.” Thor agreed in a whisper.

At that point Clint sprinted back past them, but before either of them had time to follow him to help a hail of gunfire suddenly erupted where they standing. Steve held his shield up just in time and Thor dived to the side to avoid the bullets that had luckily been fired in a straight line between them all.

But it was Katie who noticed first what had happened. As the dust settled she saw Clint stood, with a little boy in his arms. He’d clearly tried to shield him from the bullets but it was Pietro that was standing there with bullet holes riddling his torso, the blood seeping through them.

“No.” She muttered her pleading growing more frantic as she flew over to where they were stood “No, no, no.”

“You didn’t see that coming?” The blonde man attempted to joke weakly then wobbled before falling face first and Katie caught him as she landed, just before he hit the ground. She laid him down gently and looked him over.

“FRIDAY, life signs.”

“Negative.” The AI’s voice was tinged with sadness.

Katie bowed her head slightly before my face plate slid back and she looked up at Clint. The pair of them exchanged a glance before Steve knelt down and closed Pietro’s eyes.

“I’ve got him.” He said gently, as he bent down and picked up Pietro as easily as if he was a small child. The three of them headed back to the airship, Clint with the little boy in his arms. Once on board, Steve lay Pietro down gently on the floor, where Katie sat by him, her suit making a clunk as she slid to the floor. Clint groaned as he lowered himself onto the row of seats behind her. Someone walked over to see if they needed any medical help but Clint waved him away.

“No, no I’m fine.” He groaned, lying down across a few seats, his hand resting on the metal shoulder of Katie’s suit. “Oh it’s been a long day…”

Steve stood on the rock for one final look round, he couldn’t see anyone. But then, with a lurch the city fell with huge force and he turned and gave a jump, grabbing onto the platform of the ship as the city fell.  He pulled himself up onto the deck and stood up to see, lightning flashing from the sky. As he watched, the city of Sokovia exploded from the inside out crumbling to pieces and raining down heavily into the ocean below.

He turned to see Katie was stood a few feet away, looking down.

“Tony? Thor? Wanda?”

When none of them replied she looked over Steve, biting her lip.

“They’ll be okay.” He nodded, although he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.

There was a slight lurch as the ship they were stood on docked with the hellicarrier and they turned to help Clint but he was already walking, carrying the body of Pietro with him. Katie jumped down onto the tarmac, deactivated her suit and made her way over to Maria Hill who was stood with another agent, directing them where to take the walking wounded, medics running onto the ships to deal with the more seriously injured in situ.

“You guys alright?” She asked as they walked over to her. Katie nodded and then spoke again into her coms. It was a relief to see Wanda’s red hair sat on the deck a few yards away from one of the ships, Vision having pulled her out of the city in time.

“Any news from the others?” Steve asked. Maria sighed.

“Natasha is on the bridge, Banner, I mean the Hulk, he got her out in time but…he went off in a jet after Ultron…I got nothing from Thor or Tony…”  

Katie turned to look out over the sky, the airborne dust making her cough slightly as she scanned the clouds, waiting for a sign or anything from her brother.

“He’ll be fine.” Steve dropped a hand onto her shoulder. “He always is.” “One day he won’t be.” She turned and looked up to face Steve

“Maybe, but that aint today…” A familiar voice rang in her ear and she let out a sigh of relief as her brother spoke. “Kiddo, put the beer on ice, I think we just won again.”

*****

Refugees crowded every corner of the flying base, sitting in the halls, huddling together, terrified. The dust in the air meant SHIELD couldn’t connect to their mainframe or satellites, and the internet-based translators were down. Every person on board who knew even a smattering of any Slavic language was being recruited into helping settle the homeless Sokovians.

Fury was meeting via telecon in one of the conference rooms with the Sokovian political leaders, who were not pleased at being dragged from their homes in Novi Grad in the wee hours of the morning only to then watch their nation destroyed. So with Fury busy, Steve and Katie had to tell Tony about Bruce.

That hadn’t been fun at all. Her brother had struggled back to the helicarrier, with barely enough power left to make the landing, Thor hot on his tail, soaked to the skin and staggering with a nasty head wound. Steve helped him inside where he was led to a medic bay and they had all retreated to the comms room where Nat was stood in a corner, staring at a blank screen.

“Where’s Bruce?” Tony demanded as soon as he got his helmet off. “We’ve got to figure out…” He trailed off, seeing the expression on Katie’s face. Then his eyes flashed across to Natasha. The woman hadn’t moved a muscle in ten minutes, standing in a corner and staring straight at the wall, back to the rest of the room.

“Tony.” Steve’s voice was heavy. “He’s taken off. We can’t reach him.” “And I don’t think he wants us to.” Katie added. She had barely finished her sentence before Tony bolted across the room to the computer banks, heedlessly shucking off bits of his armour as he went.

“No.” He shook his head, fingers flying across the keyboards. “No, I can find him. I can do this, I can bring him home.”

“It was cloaked.” Natasha’s voice was very even, with absolutely no inflection. She didn’t stop staring at her wall. “Your own cloaking devices. And SHIELD’s secret tracker was disabled in the fight.”

Tony’s hand slipped, hitting a bunch of things Steve was sure he hadn’t meant to. Swearing hopelessly, he stared blankly at the useless screens.

“Why?” He demanded, very quietly, the furious brokenness in his voice made my heart ache for him. “Why would he…?”

The unfinished question hung heavy in the dusty air. Steve was the one who answered.

“Because,” he said, swallowing. “When you’re in the air, and you’re carrying something that will destroy everything you love, that’s all you can do. You do go down, and you take it down with you.”

Tony’s hands curled into fists, anguish in his snarl. “This isn’t the same as your golden boy sacrifice play, Cap. No bombs on that Quinjet.”

“No, no bombs.” Steve gently squeezed Katie’s shoulder as he noticed she’d been about to chastise her brother for his venomous jibe, and he shook his head softly as he dragged his gloves back on over his bruised and bloody knuckles, flexing his hands. “Just himself,” he finished quietly.

“Veronica failed, Tone.” Katie said gently, understanding at once what Steve was getting at, Bruce’s actions suddenly making sense. “He didn’t want to come to Sokovia and I guess, well he didn’t want to risk hurting anyone again, and he saw a way out.”

Natasha turned on her heel and pushed past them, her eyes wet as she made for the door.

“Nat.” Katie turned to watch her go. She shook her head, signalling she wanted to be alone as she left. Katie looked up at Steve who hung his head sadly.

But there wasn’t time to think on it. Fury arrived at that moment, clearly pissed at something. He explained to the group that after the explosion that tore Ultron’s plans to shreds, he had been set to take the helicarrier to a refugee camp in a nearby country but the Sokovian officials had refused, insisting they be set back down in what was left of Novi Grad. Steve nodded and told Fury to do as they wanted.

“This wouldn’t have happened if it hadn’t been for us.” Steve’s jaw was set, and his arms folded. “We owe it to them Fury, like it or not.”

Fury hadn’t liked it, at all, but he didn’t have much say in the matter - not when Steve had that look on his face.

“This isn’t going to be nice.” Steve muttered as the pod had descended back to the ground.

“I know.” Katie said. “But we face it together, right?”

Together they strode off the pod, not really knowing where to start. Novi Grad was an absolute mess. Most of the city had been torn up by the roots, and the rim that was left hadn’t escaped unscathed either. Buildings had toppled from falling debris and the initial ground-shaking wrench. Water and electricity were out, phone lines were down, and the streets were clogged with cars and people. Children choked on the thick air as parents tied whatever cloth they could find around tiny mouths, trying to protect their lungs.

It was thankless, numbing work. Most of the civilians avoided them, casting wary glances out of the corner of their eyes. A few swore or spat, some cried, but after a while it began to get difficult as a particular group started to get violent, screaming as they threw things at the four Avengers. It didn’t cause much damage to the Nova or Iron Man suits, but the rocks soon started getting bigger. Katie heard a yell and turned to her left to see Steve stumbling forward, hand clamped over the back of his head. He fell to his knees and Katie moved over to him, dropping besides him.

“Shit.” He mumbled as she heard Thor give a roar.

“Let me see.” Katie looked at him and Steve winced, shaking his head.

“I’m fine.” He got to her feet, hand still clutching at the back of his head.

Katie glanced up at Tony, who had completely lost his patience.

“Ungrateful brats,” he snapped loudly after the young hooligans who had immediately scarpered after Thor’s show of anger. “Look, why don’t you head back to the carrier, see what the next step is?”  Tony curled his gauntlet clad hand over Steve’s shoulder as his face plate retracted. Katie looked at her brother, thankful for his suggestion.

Steve shook his head, but even as she did so she saw him sway a little.

“Sweetheart, you’re bleeding.” She whispered gently, and he looked at his hand. “At least let’s clean you up.”

Steve didn’t want to go, but he gave into her as she whispered “Please.”

“Five minutes,” he relented at last, and allowed her to lead him away.

*****

As Katie shed her suit, Steve sat on a chair in one of the hellicarrier kitchens, one of the few rooms that wasn’t being used as a makeshift hospital or treatment bay. There were no spare medics so Katie grabbed some gauze, antiseptic and a couple of steri-strip bandages. He would heal pretty fast anyway.

“You know you should have had your helmet on.” She said gently, suddenly realising he hadn’t had it on for the entire time they had been in Sokovia having tossed it back on the jet when he saw the graffiti picture of himself when they first landed. He shrugged and didn’t reply, but he flinched hard when Katie lightly touched the lump at the back of his head.

“Sorry…” she said gently as he waved away her apology, head bent as she cleaned the blood off his hair.

“Doesn’t hurt as much as what they were calling me.” He mumbled, and Katie paused.

“Which was what? I didn’t hear them.”

“Fašista.” He shrugged. “Fascist.” His shoulders slumped and sudden angry tears stung at Katie’s eyes, but she blinked them back and swallowed the hot anger swelling in her throat. This was a man who had put his life on the line countless times to fight the very things that people were calling him. She leaned forward, slipping my arms around his neck, connecting them in front of his chest as she bent to lay her face against his cheek.

“At the risk of sounding like an old man, everybody’s so young these days,” Steve said at last as he turned his head to face her “Has it all been forgotten, or have I really become…?”

Katie cut him off, her eyes on his, faces inches apart. “They’ve forgotten,” she assured him firmly. “You know those people, they can’t begin to imagine how things were back then. I find it hard at times and that’s after you told me so much. We never lived through it, never knew what it was like. History books and lessons can only do so much, Love.”

Steve’s fingers laced between hers. “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it,” he whispered heavily.

"But that’s why there are people like us, people like you. You will always remember, and because you do, you help us do our best to keep the rest of them safe.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before she straightened up and continued to tend to the wound on his head. It wasn’t as deep as it had looked and was already starting to heal. She checked to make sure there were no fragments of the brick left behind and when she was satisfied she dropped the bloodied gauze into a bin and turned to face him.

"I shouldn’t have taken Banner.” He said, and Katie took a deep breath “I knew he was low, but he said he wanted to come, he wanted to help find Nat.”

“You can’t blame yourself for his choice,” Katie reminded him. “He’s a grown man…” Steve didn’t say anything more about it, instead he stood up and took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s go see what’s happening.”

*****

It took almost two days for relief services to arrive at Sokovia. Steve felt dirty, tired and desperate for a hot shower and his own bed and he wasn’t alone. None of The Avengers had changed in 2 days. All their extra equipment had gone on the missing Quinjet with Bruce, including the change of civilian clothing everyone tried to keep on hand. But their discomfort paled into insignificance when he glanced over at Wanda as they landed at the tower. Katie guided her up to the spare room, ensured she had what she needed and then instructed her if she needed anything else, all she had to do was ask Friday, who would contact her immediately. Wanda nodded and Katie left her to be a lone for a while.

When Katie got back to her floor Steve was already in the shower, and the bed had never looked so inviting, which was why she couldn’t wait to get into it. Stripping off her filthy cat suit and her underwear she walked into the bathroom which was filled with steam and stepped into the shower behind Steve, her hands straying round to the front of his chest and she pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder, laying her head against his back. He didn’t flinch, he simply grasped her hands in his, pulling her closer and dipped his head slightly as she nuzzled into his shoulder, the grime from the last few days whirling down the plug hole as the water rained down on them. Without speaking, Katie grabbed his shampoo, and gently as she could massaged at his hair. Steve gave a soft moan, relishing at the feel of her nails on his scalp, happy to bliss out for a moment. He turned to face his future wife, tipping his head back to rinse his hair off and smiled tiredly as he dropped his head to kiss her softly.

“Turn round.” He said gently, and she did as she was told as his hands wound into her hair, repaying the favour. She leaned back into his touch, the intimate moment also serving as a perfect relaxer so much so that she didn’t object when things started to get a bit heated. This was always how things went with them both, they sought solace in one another, the physical relief of losing themselves with someone they loved was how they coped, how they stayed grounded, reminded themselves that they weren’t alone.

His hands travelled down her body, her back pressed to his chest as his fingers reached between her legs, finding her spot. She moaned, arching back into him as his other hand caressed her breast, his arousal pressing into the lower part of her back and she lazily rolled her head to catch his mouth. As the hot water cascaded down onto them he took her to the brink before he spun her round and lifted her easily, pressing her back onto the cool tiles. He thrust into her without warning and she groaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he began to pump in and out, his head falling to her collar bone as he gave a soft nip. With each roll of his hips Katie felt her pleasure beginning to mount, soft moans falling from her lips as she dropped her head to his shoulder, the feeling in her stomach beginning to overwhelm her.

“Look at me, Doll” he said gently, and she opened her eyes, emerald gems locking onto his as he saw her mouth open, lips part in a soft cry as she came, a deeper groan bubbled over in her throat and her  head slid backwards. Steve would never get tired of seeing her like that, ever. It was the most arousing thing in the world to him. His pace began to quicken and he followed shortly, the tight bands in his stomach snapping as he pressed her harder against the wall as he rode out his release.

When they had finally finished in the shower the pair of them were almost dead on their feet. They dried off, Katie shucked on one of Steve’s T-shirts and clambered into bed with him. Neither had any idea what time of day it was but neither cared, the blackout blinds sent the room into darkness. Katie lay her head on Steve’s chest, his hand slid up the cotton of his shirt and he gently ran his fingers up and down her spine.

He managed to do it about twice before the pair of them were out for the count.

***** They both had nightmares that night. Katie woke first, gasping for air as she relived the moment on that rock where she had thought for one horrible moment they were done for, until Fury had shown up. After getting her a glass of water, Steve had held her until she’d fallen asleep, waked from a bad dream which, for some reason didn’t seem to take him anywhere near Sokovia. Instead, he was back at that moment he plunged into the ice.

And the dreams continued for them both for the next few nights. Katie’s were always the same, but Steve’s persistently catapulted back in time to various points during the war. It was unnerving for him but mostly, they were just that, bad dreams…until one night, for the first time he could remember, he suffered a full scale hallucinating night terror. 

Having actually managed to sleep soundly so far that evening, the first Katie knew something was wrong was when Steve was pinning her down against the mattress and shielding her from something.

“Steve.” She croaked gently, blinking the sleep from her eyes. He didn’t respond other than to simply flatten himself against her further, right arm curled around her head.

“Stay down,” he ordered firmly.

“What’s going on?” She asked softly, still coming round from the sleep he had roused her from.

“Air strike, men in the hall.”  He said, turning to her. "I’ll head for the door, cause a distraction. You get to the bathroom, get in the tub, cover your head.”

She listened intently, then realised what he had said. Air Strike. He must have been dreaming he was back in the war again. She let out a breath and relaxed, reaching up to take his face in her hands.

“Stevie, nobody’s there. Everything’s quiet.”

“You can’t hear them?” He looked at her frowning.

“Sweetheart, do you trust me?”

He nodded. “With my life, you know this Katie…”

“Baby, I promise you - there’s no air raid, nobody in the hall.”

For a moment, Steve just stared at her, his face wracked with confusion. Then, swallowing hard, he closed his eyes. After a moment he raised his head to look around before his face fell back on hers as her thumbs gently moved in long arcs down the sides of his face.

“Steve?”

With a shuddering breath, he pulled himself up, reaching for his shield by the bedroom door. Picking it up he listened for a moment before throwing the door open and he walked out into the hallway. Katie sat in bed listening to the sound of various other doors being opened and shut as he meticulously swept the whole of their floor, checking windows and closets until he ended up back in their room.

His back and chest were both glistening with sweat. He looked at her, his eyes wide before he went into the en-suite and she heard the tap running and the sound of water being splashed against what she assumed was his face. She gave him a few minutes before she followed him, where he was stood leaning forward, forehead pressed to the mirror, chest and shoulders heaving.

“Stevie…” she said gently, as she slipped both her arms round his waist, pressing a kiss to his bare, clammy shoulder. Her touch seemed to do the trick as he took one deep breath and turned to face her.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked his eyes looking at her as the palms of her hands spread across his lower back.

“Of course not.”

He wrapped his arms around her and she lay her head on his chest and felt his heartbeat as it gradually evened out. Neither of them spoke for a while.

“Your dreams, they’re getting worse.” Katie said gently.

“It’ll get better.” He finally managed. “You know it’s been bad before. It will fade after a while.”

Katie knew from experience that everyone dealt with traumatic experiences differently. For example, Tony suffered panic attacks and went completely off the rails post both his soiree in the Afghanistan cave and New York. She tended to take a lot of things as they came and worry about them for a while but after screaming and crying would then give herself a kick up the ass to either change things or deal with them. Steve’s worry seemed to manifest itself two fold. He would either be suffering from the inability to stay calm and therefore would exercise, pounding out frustrations on either the pavement or the punching bags. And then there was this, the nightmares. Normally Katie would wake with his jostling but if she didn’t, he would always shake her awake if he needed her, as that was the agreement they had. She would then help him back to sleep either by talking or they would engage in some other un-coventional means of therapy until both of them were spent and satiated enough to return to slumber.

Katie gently took his hand and led him out of the bathroom turning off the light. As they reached the bed he waited until she was in it, pulling the duvet up over her before snagging a pillow and turning to go.

"Where do you think you’re going?”

He shrugged. “Thought I’d camp out on the couch. I don’t want to keep you awake.”

“No way…” She said, throwing back the duvet “Come on.”

He sighed and climbed in as she opened her arms for him to settle his head on her chest, gently stroking his hair as he swallowed, his breathing steadying as her touch soothed him.

“Where were you this time?” she asked

“Azzano… I think.” He sighed “To be honest with you, I saw so many things, the dreams now…they all blur into one.”

“You wanna talk about it?” He took a deep breath. “It was just loud, and I was in a building and I couldn’t get out. It was so real. When I woke up I knew where I was. I knew who you were, but I just…I dunno…”

They lay in silence, Katie continually stroking his hair as he nuzzled into her closer. She kissed the top of his head and was pleased when about 10 minutes later she heard his breathing start to lower and his head became heavy. He had managed to drift off.

*****

The next night he woke with a start, but that was it. There was no walking or hallucinating, he merely woke from a bad dream and climbed out of bed for a glass of water. When he came back, there was no talking, but he sought solace in his girl in another way, his lips kissing her hard, his hands reaching out and roving over every bit of her body he could find and he fucked her, hard, losing himself completely. They lay afterwards, sweaty foreheads pressed together and Katie simply held him close as they both came round. Eventually he moved off, pulled her to him and they fell asleep, limbs tanged around one another, his hold tight.

The next few nights he was peaceful, and Katie was hopeful that the terrors had passed, but then, four nights after the first incident he broke his hand.

Captain America could put his fist through a two-by-four with nothing worse than slightly reddened knuckles - but Steve Rogers’ hand hadn’t been in a fist. Katie had woken to his hoarse cry of “Buck!!!”, in time to see his outstretched, fingers slamming straight through the plasterboard and into a metal stud in the wall as he flailed out of bed, reaching for a man who had fallen some seventy years earlier.

Katie scrambled over the bed like a shot as he was yelling out for Bucky again and again as he knelt among scattered pieces of plaster and wood, his left arm buried inside the wall up to the shoulder.

"Steve,” she tried, but he didn’t respond, eyes fixed in a thousand-yard stare, face crumpled with an agony that was more than physical, breath hitching and ragged. She felt the tears spring into her eyes and she was just about to ask FRIDAY to send Tony to help when she heard the door to their penthouse burst open and a few moments later Thor strode into the bedroom dressed in a pair of black sweatpants, hammer in his hand.

“I heard the Captain yell, and…” he trailed off as he took in the situation at a glance and then crouched next to Katie.

“He’s dreaming…” She said gently, “He’s dreaming about Bucky, his friend, falling…”

Thor frowned absently, brushing his fingers across the captain’s temples as though he was trying to work out a problem. Then abruptly, he rose and was gone, moving almost silently through the darkness.

Whilst he was gone, Katie managed to gently work Steve’s arm out of the wall. His broken hand lay twitching in her lap and she was horribly aware that they would need to set the bones before they healed wrong. Thankfully, Thor wasn’t gone long, and he was not alone when he returned, hand firm around Wanda’s shoulder. The girl’s eyes were wide and her hair was tangled - obviously she had been sleeping.

“Thor,” Katie began to protest as she glanced round at Steve. The last thing he would want would be to come back to reality in the middle of some kind of impromptu party.

Thor held up a hand, pausing her even as he turned his full attention to Wanda

“Do you see?” he asked gravely. “Do you understand now what The Vision told you?”

Trembling, Wanda shook her head even as she went to her knees beside Steve. He was still unresponsive, but his breathing was beginning to laboriously even out and Katie knew he was fighting for control. She started to sweep her hand up and down his back in long, firm strokes in the hope it would bring him back round.

Thor knelt too, sounding as though he were some kind of instructor. “When you allowed Stark’s fears to work against him,” he began patiently, “you found his weakness and dug deep.”

Wanda nodded slowly.

“Our Captain carries a grievous burden as well,” Thor continued, “He has been sorely wounded and works to heal, but your incautious workings have torn his memories open.”

“Thor…” Katie shook her head gently as a horror stricken look crossed Wanda’s face.

“I am sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know. How can I fix it?”

For the first time, Thor hesitated. “My brother would have known,” he admitted in a low voice. “He had the skill, when it pleased him to use it.” He paused again, and then continued, hesitating slightly. “You must consider carefully, and proceed as seems good to you.”

Biting her lip, Wanda looked up at Katie, her stricken eyes locked onto hers.

“If you can, remind him where he is,“ Katie said gently. “Just bring him round?”

Hesitantly, uncertainly, Wanda pointed and curled her fingers before Steve’s face and closed her eyes. Tendrils of red light flickered from her hands to his temples, and Katie tensed involuntarily. For a moment, nothing happened. Then Steve’s eyes flew open, and his uninjured hand darted up faster than sight to lock around Wanda’s wrist, breaking the connection. She squeaked, startled, and froze.

“Steve…” Katie touched his arm causing him to flinch. It took him a second and then he seemed to realize where he was and what was going on. He let go of Wanda’s wrist, and looked around at Katie, then Thor hovering behind the young Sokovian, and finally the familiar surroundings of their bedroom. Eventually he looked back at Wanda for a long moment before nodding once.

"Thanks.”

A tear slid down her cheek. “I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely. “I tried to put everything back in place, but I don’t know how.”

“Can’t fix everything,” he assured her, with a twisted smile. His old Brooklyn accent came out very strong in this unguarded moment. “And I wouldn’t wantcha t’ try. There’s things in my head you shouldn’t ever hafta see.”

Wanda wrapped both her arms around herself. Her eyes still looked haunted. “He was like your brother, wasn’t he?” she quavered.

Steve bowed his head as Thor dropped a gentle arm round her shoulders.

“We have all lost brothers,” he rumbled, looking at her. “We know your pain. You do not face this alone.”

Katie could feel Steve was quivering, exhausted beyond words though he wouldn’t show it for the world, and all she wanted to do in that moment was to bind up his hand and then put him to bed. As she looked up to suggest to the others they might want to go she was surprised to see Wanda had squared her jaw with determination and she reached out once more.

“I can fix this, at least.”

Steve’s hurt hand suddenly glowed with red fire. He jumped, surprised, and then watched with fascination as the crooked fingers began re-align themselves. When the bones were straight again, the fire flickered out, and Wanda staggered to her feet to go, Thor right behind her.

“You ok for a moment?” Katie asked Steve and he nodded. She followed the two of them into the hall and gave a short groan as she saw the door that led to the stairs (which were never used) had been completely kicked off its hinges.

“Sorry.” Thor said, picking up the heavy door “I heard the screams and…well, I didn’t know what was going on.” “Just prop it up as best you can…I’ll let you out in the elevator.”

He propped it up, and dragged the sofa over towards it for good measure.

“I really am sorry…” Wanda whispered, tears in her eyes.

“I know, and so does he.” Katie said, giving her a hug. “He will be fine…” Her attention then turned to Thor as she gave the God a hug. “Thank you.” “Any time Little Stark.” He breathed into her hair, before the 2 of them stepped into the elevator.

Katie looked around, trying to think about how they could explain a broken door plus a hole in the wall to Tony, then she realised she didn’t care. She headed into the kitchen, rummaging through the first aid kit for an elastic bandage to keep his fingers straight and wrapped up safely whilst his fast healing worked its magic.

He was sat on the side of the bed when she re-entered the room, his injured hand cradled in his other.

“Here…” she said, and she gently took his hand as he surrendered to her ministrations.

“Is Wanda ok?” he asked gently.

“Yeah, but I’m more concerned about you.” she said, laying his hand down gently onto my lap. “Baby…” “I’m sorry.” He whispered softly, laying his head against hers.

“What for?” “This…for scaring you?” “Stop it.” She looked at him sternly “I love you, you idiot, I just want you to be ok.” “I will be…” he smiled softly, his lips catching hers “Given time.”

The next day, Katie dragged Steve out for a walk in Central Park, but first she spoke to Tony about the door and the wall. He was surprisingly sympathetic, and didn’t mention the issue to Steve once. By the time Steve and Katie returned home that afternoon both were fixed, the only evidence any repairs had taken place was the smell of fresh paint and plaster which lingered in the apartment for a few days. What thankfully didn’t linger further were Steve’s night terrors. Katie didn’t know what it was that Wanda did, but his bones healed straight and it seemed that his mind had healed somewhat straight too. Whilst he persisted with the odd bad dream, they were getting less and less frequent, and there was no repeat of the two hallucinations he had suffered which was a relief to her, as she knew with time and patience and rest, the dreams would stop as well.

**** Chapter 25

**Original Posting**

[minghaos-pet]

sucker punch (1/?)

eventual smut

group: ateez

member: fighter!jongho

word count: 3k

warnings: violence, language, sexual suggestion, drug use, fear???

“Can you not drive any smoother?” Jongho groaned beside you, clutching his side and wincing each time you drove over a bump or pothole.

“I’m trying my best,” you glared at him for a short while, “it’s not my fault the roads are fucked up.”

“You could at least try to avoid them,” he spat, “I’m fucking dying in your passenger seat.”

“No you’re not,” you clenched your jaw trying to look as steely as possible, but deep down you had to admit you were a little worried he actually was dying in the seat next to you.

“Fuck,” Jongho cursed amidst a sharp exhale as the road beneath you turned from pocked asphalt to straight gravel and sand. The car bounced violently along and your face was practically pressed against the windshield trying to see the road in front of you enough to avoid rocks.

“I need to turn the lights on,” you reached for the knob when his hand shot out in protest, “I can’t see a goddamn thing on the road, Jongho.” All he could do in response was whine, too agonized and exhausted to form words. Regardless of his lack-of-response, you didn’t turn the lights on, knowing that if you did your chances of being stopped by any stray cops would raise tenfold. An injured-Jongho was one thing to deal with, having someone dig through your car in the middle of the night was another. “Are we--”

“Stop the car,” he interrupted and swung the door open as you slammed on the brakes, practically throwing yourself across his lap to prevent him from rolling out of the car as he vomited outside the open door. After a minute or two he righted himself, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and pulled the door closed.

“You good?” You looked at him with (mostly fake) disgust.

“Fuck you,” he smiled weakly as you pressed on the gas, “I think I ruptured my spleen.”

You bit your lip and kept silent, continuing to drive the last couple miles to your destination. A ruptured spleen, or any other medical malady that could bring Jongho practically to his knees hurling onto a dirt road was far from good. You knew the medic you were visiting could fix up some lacerations, a broken rib or two, but something more internally damaging was out of the question as far as you were concerned. “Jongho…” your voice was quiet and riddled with anxiety, you looked over at him, his forehead drenched in sweat, lip split, and bloody knuckled pressed tightly against his right side, “should I take you to a hospital?”

In the darkness you could see his eyes soften as much as they could, “I’m fine, baby,” you could hear the effort he was making to hide the pain in his voice, “I’m just being a bitch, is all.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and refocused on the road, scared that if you tried to speak your voice would crack. Your relationship with Jongho was complicated, and definitely not one that either of you filled with emotions. You found him a year ago when he needed a manager, someone to allocate his earnings and pay-off his debts, patch up any injuries, someone to fuck if the occasion called for it. For 13 months you’d done exactly that, he paid you relatively handsomely (but you always snuck a little extra cash if you could) and it got you out of the depressive post-grad hole you’d been trapped in. It was mutualism at its finest.

When you pulled up to the house the lights outside were off. They were supposed to be on. You parked the car in the driveway and watched Jongho swing the door open and struggle greatly to exit the vehicle, if the circumstances weren’t as pressing you might have laughed at him and thought it was cute. “Do you need help?” You asked.

“No, y/n, I can exit a fucking car on my own,” you watched him struggle for a few more seconds before he turned to you pouting, “...yes, please.”

You sighed and slammed your door behind you, walking around the front of the car to Jongho; “where can I not touch?” 

“Avoid my entire right side if you can, and my shoulder’s a little rough too, but not as bad.” You wrapped your arm around his back and under his shoulder as gently as you could, preparing for his weight as you helped him slide out of the car, “you might have to help me walk too,” he said sheepishly as you did your best to close the door behind you and lock the car.

“Anything for you,” you rolled your eyes and sarcastically smiled at him, hoping he was smiling back in the dark. When you reached the door of the mobile home you knocked quietly, not wanting to wake up any neighborhood dogs. You were about to knock again when the porch light flickered on and the door opened slowly. “You’re late. I thought you died along the way,” the gruff man in front of you said to Jongho, ignoring your presence entirely...not that you were complaining; it was better to be invisible in situations like this.

“Yeah,” Jongho shot you a glance and in the yellow light you could see the blood caked on his cheekbone, “she can’t fucking drive, I guess.” You transferred Jongho to the man in front of you, relieved to let your shoulders and back have a break. The house was small and poorly decorated. A box of medical supplies set on a dining room table next to a glass of water and a picture of an old 1970s grandma. Jongho collapsed into the pulled-out chair and you helped him take off his shirt while the other man washed his hands. “So what’s wrong with you this time? You look like shit.” He asked from the kitchen. “I think I have a broken or bruised rib and maybe a ruptured spleen,” Jongho kicked his shoes off under the table, “but nothing too serious other than that. Might need to pop my shoulder back in though.”

“Can’t do anything for a ruptured spleen,” he responded, “needa go to the hospital for that one or you’ll bleed out internally in a day or so.”

You gulped, feeling the anxiety raise in your body once more. You stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, disappearing nicely into the ugly floral wallpaper. You could have sworn Jongho’s eyes flicked up to you, but you weren’t completely sure.

“Well then,” Jongho placed his hand on the table, “I’m sure there’s no ruptured spleen here.”

“If you get nauseous or pass out you should be worried.”

The doctor--could you call him a doctor?--stitched up Jongho’s face and looked at his side, pushing slightly on the purple flesh as Jongho’s face screwed in pain. Surprisingly, he was quiet though, a glaring contrast to the whiny, annoying mess you drove for an hour and a half through the dark. You wrung your hands, wondering if you should tell the doctor more details about what happened; surely it would allow Jongho to get the care he needed, even if it wasn’t pertaining to his bruised ribs or cut up face. “Um,” you squeaked from the corner and cleared your throat to speak clearly, “he did throw up on the way here...could that be a spleen-thing?”

Jongho looked up at you and gave you a look that told you you should have kept your mouth shut.

“Next time don’t bring your mouthy girl,” the doctor glared at you for an instant, “I don’t like people telling me how to do my job.”

“Not my girl,” Jongho said flatly, “woulda left the bitch at home anyway if I could move without feeling like I was gonna keel over dead.” He looked at you while he said it, his voice monotonous but his eyes apologetic. You crossed your arms over your chest, you knew he didn’t mean it, but it still didn’t feel good to be disrespected like that.

“What’s her name?” The doctor asked Jongho and looked you up and down more thoroughly.

“Don’t--”

“It’s y/n,” you cut him off, receiving the harshest warning look from Jongho. He shook his head slightly, but you didn’t pick up on it. The doctor pushed his chair back and stood up, walking slowly towards you while you sunk further into the wall, Jongho went to move as well, but his condition left him glued to the chair.

“How much?” He asked Jongho, but his focus maintained on you, his eyes sweeping over your face.

“Not for sale.” You could hear the resentment drip from Jongho’s tongue. A twisted part of you wished you could see through the man and watch Jongho get angrier, the way his fists balled up and his jaw set.

“Then get out of my fucking house,” the doctor backed away from you and made his way back to Jongho.

“W-what?” You were confused and a little frightened, even though you knew better.

“Get out of my fucking house,” he repeated, “unless you having something to offer me I’m not in the mood for guests.”

“Just wait outside, y/n,” Jongho said exasperatedly, “I’ll be done soon.”

You gave him one last look before crossing to the door, dragging your feet over the threshold and onto the small porch. Moths fluttered around the porch light and you could hear insects in the trees behind the road, you sighed deeply as you squatted down, your back against the laminate siding of the mobile home. You reached into your coat pocket for your phone before remembering you left it in the car...the locked car. The key to which was on the dining room table of a man who kicked you out of his house to sit outside alone in the cold. “I’ll never hear the end of this,” you said quietly to whatever creatures were listening in the dark. You should have gone in with no questions asked, no words spoken and stood against the wall quiet until everything was done, but why should you have? You weren’t Jongho’s girlfriend, you weren’t some naive teenager, you were his manager. In technical terms, you were the one in charge, not Jongho, not the sleazy, illegitimate doctor. You contented yourself on the porch for the next few minutes, fuming and running over the various ways you would chew Jongho out when you got in the car in just a few minutes; until the light shut off.

You weren’t sure if it was automatic or if the doctor shut it off purposefully, but regardless of the intent or lack-thereof you were in the dark. Sitting on a strange man’s front porch in a backroads neighborhood with no car keys and no phone. “It’s okay,” you whispered to yourself in reassurance, planting your butt on the ground and pulling your knees to your chest, “it’s already been like fifteen minutes,” you wrapped your arms around your knees. Fuck, it was cold. “Jongho’s probably already done and he’s just talking shit with the doctor.” You could see your breath now that it was dark, the grey clouds of condensation hanging in the air momentarily every time you spoke. You hummed to yourself to keep track of time, going through songs you remembered one by one until seven had passed. “Jongho…” you whined quietly in the dark, “it’s been over twenty minutes, just leave already.” Another seven songs, another twenty minutes. Your heart began to race slightly, blood pressure rising as you wondered why you couldn’t hear anyone talking inside while your brain conjured up countless horrible theories that involved one or both of them being dead. Should you stand up and knock on the door? Should you go inside? You wrapped your arms tighter around your knees, knowing that if you went inside and something had happened to Jongho there would be no way for you to defend yourself. If anything, your best bet was to wait outside until morning and find someone to break into the car, or maybe someone from another house nearby would help you. Your breathing slowed a bit, anxiety evening out as you formulated a plan just in case what you feared came to fruition. You sat there like that for another few minutes, running over new plans and courses of action; managing the situation, even though you usually handled other peoples’ affairs. You were mid brain wrack when the porch light clicked back on and you heard footsteps towards the door, and you unfolded yourself from your position and stood up, preparing yourself to run until you heard Jongho’s voice from the other side of the door.

“There you are,” Jongho hobbled out of the doorway smiling, obviously feeling much better than he had before, “I was getting a little lonely in there without you nagging me every 30 seconds.”

“I just gave him some oxy,” the doctor said to you, pushing Jongho out of the door towards you, “there’s more in his coat to take later, he’s gonna need it.”

“Thanks,” you forced yourself to say, not wanting anything to do with the man who kicked you out of his house in the middle of January, “did he pay you already?”

“Don’t give him anymore,” Jongho put his hand on your shoulder, steadying himself on his feet, “the motherfucker already cheated me out of everything I had.”

“The Blues are gonna kick in soon,” the doctor ignored him and backed up back into his house, “get him in the car before you have to drag him.” The door closed behind you and the light shut off once more, affirming your earlier suspicions that he had deliberately left you in the dark.

Jongho shuffled down the steps and through the dark to the car, head lolling onto your shoulder as you neared the passenger side, “keys?” You lifted your arm to get him upright again.

“In my pocket,” he mumbled, “my arms are asleep.” You reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a handful of assorted pills, but no keys. You sighed and shoved your hand into the front pocket of his jeans, and wrapped your hand around your pepperspay keychain. Almost instantly he shot away from you, eyes wide, “damn, y/n, can’t it wait until we’re in the car? Fuck.”

You scoffed, “here I was thinking it was perfectly acceptable to grab your dick in the middle of this bumfuck neighborhood,” you pretended to aim the pepperspray at his face and lightly smacked his butt, “I’ll just settle for this I guess.”

Giggling, Jongho’s hand came down heavily with your lower back, sending you jolting forward, you pulled the door open for him and rubbed your back with the other, knowing it would bruise, “you missed, you fucking asshole,” you muttered and shoved him into the car.

“I can’t help it baby, I’m high as shit right now.” The drive to Jongho’s apartment was peaceful, primarily because he was knocked out the entire hour and a half. By the time you pulled into a parking space you could see the sunrise peeking through the dark; you unbuckled your seatbelt and rested your head on the steering-wheel, glad to finally have a break. You turned your head to face Jongho who was still asleep, his mouth formed into a pout and his head slumped forward to rest on his chest. Regardless of the narcotics he’d taken, you knew he was exhausted. Normally a fight night ended with him walking home from the gym after splitting the money and you driving safe, comfortable, and a little bit richer to your apartment. You reached under the driver’s seat and pulled out the ziplock bag of cash, you loved this--even if it wasn’t all your money--but the thrill of being able to hold a few hundred (or sometimes a few thousand) dollars every few nights was indescribable.

“Jongho,” you poked his cheek, hoping he’d wake up easily, “Jonghoooo,” you poked him harder, not wanting to have to carry him up the stairs of his apartment.

“Mmmmwhat,” he hummed and peeled his eyelids open.

“We’re at your apartment,” you tucked the money into your coat pocket and reached over to unbuckle his seatbelt, “wake up so you can go to sleep in a real bed.”

Jongho groaned once more in protest, but didn’t press the issue any further, even in his altered state. You were not above leaving him to sleep peacefully on the curb outside his apartment building, and he knew that. You had your arm wrapped around his back once more, but it was mainly to make him feel more emotionally secure as you both stumbled tiredly up the stairs; if he legitimately started to fall backwards there was no way you’d be able to catch him--break his fall, maybe, but you’d rather one of you be seriously injured than both of you.

When you reached his door you punched the code and practically pushed him inside, he uttered some sort of complaint about you knowing his lock-code, but you were too exhausted to open your ears to him anymore.

Arms hanging loosely at his side, he beelined straight to his bed, collapsing onto it with nothing more than a slight squeak of discomfort. You sat on his bed next to him, leaning over to take his shoes off, “you can’t get in bed with shoes on, Jongie,” you smiled at the nickname, knowing that if he was in his right mind he would have thrown a fit hearing you call him that, “that’s gross.” After tossing his shoes out of the room and into the hall, you worked on the rest of his clothes; his shirt was soaked with sweat and some blood, and you cringed at the thought that he had so willingly gotten into bed in them. You made a mental note to remind him to wash his sheets in the morning.

“Take yours off too,” he mumbled and grinned to himself while you pulled on the hem of his shirt, “it’s not fair that I get to be the only naked one in this house right now.”

[jj-lynn21]

How A Girl Must Live Ch 7

Ch. 7: lovebirds

Ch1: A place for singles , Ch 2: Popular  Ch 3:Opening up   Ch 4: Dating    ch 5: Family ,Ch. 6 Violence begets violence Ch 7 love birds

Ch 8 The Big Fight

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Notes:Last chapter smut(oral), fluff, talk of violence,

Willard undid his pants. He was fully erect after just finishing talking about her touching him. She could barely see him in the dark so, he guided her hand. “Just stroke slowly for a minute. “

Samantha did as he instructed. She could barely fit her small hand around his girth. His head was back. He was breathing heavily as she kept going. She was curious so put her head down to take his tip in her mouth.  

Willard groaned resting his hand in her hair. “That’s it. good girl. Don't be afraid. Take it.” he moaned. “Deeper in your mouth.”  

As she bobbed, she thought to herself that it didn’t taste so gross as she thought it would. His skin was salty. The tip seemed to be the most sensitive when she licked it, but she could tell by the encouraging way he held her head he enjoyed when she took him in as much as she could. She couldn’t take him to much because she didn’t want to choke. He didn’t force her either. 

 Sam kept going until he groaned really loudly and told her in a shaky voice. “I, I need you stop. I don’t...wanna get your pretty dress messed up, good girl.”  

Samantha sat up on her knees wiping her mouth. “Did I do good.”

Willard turned away from her grabbing his cock to finish. In two yanks he moaned, “Oh yes, yes. Yessss.” He emptied on to the side of the truck bed. Then laid back in total comfort. He looked at her. Eyes still crazy. “You did great, Sam. Thank you.”

She smiled proudly.

Willard sat up. We should get you home. I wanna take you to visit my mama tomorrow. And I have some other surprises for ya to.”

She clapped. “I love surprises.”

He jumped out of the truck bed and lifted her out carefully. She laid on his shoulder as he drove her home. The radio played. Willard had his arm around her. They would kiss good night sweetly at her door. Willard would sleep peacefully that night.  

Willard didn’t have to much left from selling his car and buying a few important things, but he left Miss Rose and extra dollar for the room.  

When he went to pick Samantha up her Father opened the door. “I would like to talk to you before leave with my daughter young man.’

“Of course, Mr. Davenport.” Mr. Russel walked into the den. “I would also like to ask you about something important.”

“Tony that runs the Sunoco said he saw you and Samantha heading out to make-out point last night.” He sounded angry. “Did you steal my daughter's virtue before she is married?”

“No, Sir.” Willard answered quickly. “I told her that was for her wedding night. Your daughter is pure. That is how I want her for our wedding night. I would like it if you check out the house you thought I could get in knockkemstiff, ohio.  Maybe a job if it ain’t a bother. I would like to propose to her in front of the house and marry your daughter as soon as she says yes.” Willard pulled an engagement ring from his pocket. “It isn’t much, but it took half the money from sellin’ my sports car.”

Mr. Davenports anger softened to happiness. “It's just fine Willard. I will see what I can do to help the two of you. I am sure she will say yes. Her Mother and I will set everything up. This is a great thing Willard. I’m proud you will be my son-in-law.”  

“Thank you, Sir.” Willard takes a deep breath as he puts the ring back in his pocket. “Just no lettin’ on when we leave this room.”

Mr. Davenport nods and opens the den door. The men walk out like they didn’t talk about anything special.  “Everything is fine Ruby Sue. You kids have a safe trip to West, Virginia. Give me a call tomorrow morning Willard. I just want to make sure you and my baby girl have everything you need.”

“Sure thing Mr. Davenport.” He took Samantha’s suitcase.

Samantha hugged her parents before her and Willard left hand in hand. When they left, Mr. Davenport turned to his wife. “I have to find those two a house, get him a job and you have a wedding to plan.”

“Really?” Her Mother said excitedly.

“That man sold his sports car for a dandy engagement ring.” He was beaming. “He wants to propose in front of their new home. And I think I know just the place.”

It was a six-hour drive to Coal Creek, West Virginia from Summerland, Ohio so Willard stopped at the Sunoco for some extra gas to take along. There wasn’t a lot of gas stations between where they were and where they were going. He already had it on his mind to put the fella straight who told Mr. Davenport he was up to no good with his daughter.  

Samantha stayed in the truck with the radio going. Willard got out as Tony walk over to pump the gas. He started filling the tank.

“I need about three cans full also.” Willard kept his composure since his girl was right there. He did not appreciate the man saying his girl was fucking around at the point especially to her Father.  

“No problem, Sir.” Tony glances at Sam bopping to a tune. “I see you made your girl happy last night. Play a little stink finger and Back seat bingo?”

“You do not talk about my girl like that.” Willard glared at him. “You’re the one that told her Daddy we were being inappropriate?”

“Suppose I am Mr.” He stared him down as the gas continued to fill Willard’s tank.  

Willard grabbed the much shorter man by the collar. “You need to stay out of other people's business.”

“Yeah, sure man.” The man was shaking visibly frightened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Willard tossed the guy aside like he was a rag doll. Tony just stayed on the ground shook. Willard filled the gas cans and tossed Tony a $10 bill.

“I don’t want to hear aboutcha sayin’ nothin’ ‘bout the girls around here when we come visitin’.” Willard lit a cigarette to calm himself. His hands visibly shaking. He got in his truck.

Sam turned to him smiling and kissed him on the cheek. “Got what we need?”

“Yeah.” When he puts the truck in gear, she sees his hands shaking.

“Why is your hands shaking, Willard?” She asked concerned.

“Don’t you fret, little lady.” His cigarette in the right corner of his mouth. He pulls her over closer to him. “I just get shakin’ sometimes. I can’t believe how son of a bitches talk about people sometime.”

She holds his hand. “But there are good people to. Like me and you and our parents of course.”

“Ya are such a positive girl.” He smiles a little. “You are truly good. Maybe to good me.”

“Maybe I was just made for you.” She giggled.

“Maybe your right.” He took his hand from around her to hold the cigarette as he blew smoke out the window. Then he put it back. “Maybe your right.”

They stopped on the side of the road to fill up the truck a few times. And when they went through Meade, Ohio they stopped for lunch at a place called the Wooden Spoon. The food wasn’t as good as home cookin’ but it filled their bellies enough for the rest of the trip.  

The sun had gone down by the time they pulled up to the Russel family home. Uncle Earskell and Willard’s Ma Emma were outside waiting. Willard had told them they would be pulling in sometime that evening.  Willard hoped out of the truck. He went straight to his Mama.

Emma Russel hugged him with all her might. Tears streaked her face. “I missed you so much.”

“I’m good Mama.” He let her hold him hugging her back. He was just home six months ago for a visit, but his Mother was always so emotional when he came home. “Mama, I want you to meet my girl. She’s waitin’ in the truck. The one I wrote you ‘bout.”

She let go of him so he could help Samantha from the truck. They had agreed she would stay in the truck until he opened the door for her. Even though she was perfectly capable of opening doors herself Willard assured her it was now his job to open every door for her and lift her out of the truck so she would never get hurt.  

They walked holding hands toward his family. “Ma, Uncle Earskell, this my girl, Samantha Davenport.”

“Pleased to meet you.” Samantha smiled and curtsied as she was taught.

They both looked at her like she was an alien. “Willard, you get yourself a city gal?” Uncle Earskell blurted out.

“She is a city gal.” Willard stated proudly. “But she ain’t mean or stuck up like some other city gals that come through town with their Ma and Pa. She’s a real nice gal.”

Mrs. Russel put on a smile and hugged Samantha. “Of course, she’s a nice gal for our boy to bring her here to meet us. Come inside. The squeeters are going to eat us alive out here. Samantha will you help me with dinner dear?”  

“Of course, I will Mrs. Russel.” She followed the women inside.

“Call me, Emma, dear.” They went to the kitchen where fresh bread was sitting on the cutting board.  “Go on and slice the bread while I fry up some liver, onions and peppers. Willard loves my liver and onions. Do you go to church?”

“Every Sunday, Emma.” She slices the bread thin since the loaf seems a little small for four people. The smell of the meal turns her stomach, but she manages to smile though it. She has never been a fan of liver, but she would never say anything being the guest in their home.

“You and Willard will go to church with us tomorrow then.” Emma flipped the organs.  

“I’d like that Emma.” Sam smiled. “Should I tell the men they should wash up for supper?”

“Sounds about right.” Emma starts getting table setting out of the cupboards. 

After Sam calls the guys inside for supper, she helps Emma set the table. Then they all sit down and pray before the meal is served right on their plates. Willard knows Sam doesn’t like liver, so he takes her share, and she has some onion and peppers on her bread. It will do her. After dinner Sam and Willard take an evening walk before turning in. Willard gives up his room to her. He curls up on the couch to sleep.

When she comes out in the morning Willard is on the phone. Unknown to her Willard is talking to her Father about the house he found them to rent to own. Emma and Uncle Earskell are already up also getting ready for church. Willard has told them his plan.  

They are very happy for him even though they are unsure a country boy like Willard can keep a city girl like Samantha in the life she is used to. Emma says a little extra prayer for them at church after talking to Reverend Albert Sykes.  

Emma you have yourself a fine son there and his girl seems kind.” The Reverend lectured. “Don’t muck up a good thing for the young man.”

“I’ll pray for the good Lord to grant them strength and love Reverend.”

Willard came over to get his Ma to head home. Sam is right by his side.

The Reverend tells them, “Don’t be such a stranger to the church. We all like when ya visit, Willard. And your girl is always welcome to come with ya.”

“Thank you Reverend.” He shakes the man’s hand politely.  

The couple stay a few days. Emma hugs him as they leave like he is leaving forever.  

“Mama,” he whispered. “I’ll see you at the church in a few days.”

Emma nods and goes to hug Samantha the same way practically in tears. “Ya take care of my boy, ya hear?”

“I will, Emma.” She hugs her back even though the whole thing seems weird. “He’s a good man. We can take care each other.”  

“Have a safe trip.” Uncle Earskall added from his chair on the porch.  

Willard made sure to grab some extra gas on the way out of town.   Then three hours into their trip as they were driving through Knockkemstiff, Ohio Willard looked at the gas gauge. “Looks like we need to find a place to pull off so I can fill her up.”

“All right.” She sighed. “Can we stop at the next soda shop. I’m a bit hungry and parched.”

Willard nodded with a smile as he drove the truck up a hill away from the main road and town. He stopped in front of a nice bit of land with a nice enough house sitting right in the center.  

When Sam saw they were in front of someone's home she looked at Willard. “I don’t think it's very polite to be parking in front of someone's home like this.”

“It's fine.” Willard got out. He took a deep breath. Then he walked around the truck to help her out. “Stretch your legs a bit, little lady.” He walked up to the front of the house.

“Willard,” She stomped over to him. “We can’t be trespassing. She looked at the house. It is nice. I would like to own one like this someday.”

“Maybe we can own this one someday.”  Willard said from behind her. She turned to him. He was on one knee looking up at her, ring in his hand. “Samantha Anne Davenport, will you marry me? Make this house our home. And raise my kin here.”

She put her hand out. “Yes, Oh my goodness yes. You mean this is ours.?”

“Not quite yet but I start a new job tomorra so we can pay the rent until its ours.” He put the ring on her finger. “How’s that sound? And our parent will be here to watch us get hitched on Friday.”

“Yes, yes, yes to all of it.” She runs into the house looking around. Willard follows. “It is just perfect Willard.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He was smiling, much like her, so big his cheeks started to hurt. “I promised your Father we would sleep in separate beds until our wedding night. Now let me take you to the closest soda shop to celebrate. Then we will call our parents to tell them the good news.”

As Willard worked at the slaughterhouse the next day Samantha got to work on making their house a home. She had a steak dinner for him when he got home from work. It wasn’t how they would always eat but her Father stalked the refrigerator and pantry with food and drink enough to get by until Willard’s first check.  

They were married in the small-town church witnessed by friends and family. His uncle and ma. And Mr. Jones and Mrs. Sally sat on the groom’s side. Her Mother, Father, best friend Tami and Johnny sat on the bride’s side. They didn’t have big money for a fancy honeymoon, but they were happy to come back to their new home after.

Willard swooped her off her feet. He carried her over the threshold right to their bedroom to finally take his bride. With the wine from the reception she was giddy and relaxed. He carefully took her wedding dress off even though he really wanted to rip it right off her body.  

She laid in bed waiting as he stripped to join her. “I’ll be slow and easy Samantha. I love you so much. I feel like I have waited forever to make love to you.”

“I love you to, Willard.” She ran her hands over his bare chest. “I’m ready.”

It was nothing like she ever dreamed. He did his best not to let loose but when he broke her, she cried.  To him it felt so freeing even though he finished quickly. He held her until they drifted off to sleep. They worked on becoming better at satisfying each other. It was better, longer and deeper each time.  

One night about five weeks into their marriage it finally happened. Willard had called his Uncle for some advice. “I’m not sure I’m doin’ it right Uncle Earskell. She ain’t got a bun in the oven yet.”

“Be patient Willard.” Uncle Earskell advised. “Prop her hips up a bit with sum pillas. Two minutes ain’t gonna put no baby in her. You gotta think of somethin’ else while you drillin’ her deep. She gotta feel it to so you make a strong baby boy. Don’t be to gentle or you will have a girl first. You can give her, her girl after you get your boy child.”  

“I don’t care ‘bout a boy or girl first.” Willard whined. “I just want a few of both.”

His uncle laughed. “All right boy. Get on it then.”

Samantha was soaking in the tub when Willard went to her and picked her right up. “We’re gonna make a baby right now.”

“Alright we will try again but my thighs are really aching.” She sighed deeply.

“Maybe a new position will help, Darlin.” He plopped her onto the bed. “Scoot these pillows under your hips.” He took off his clothes and lined himself up with her opening. “Ya wanna have my baby, don’t ya?”

“I really do Willard.” She pulled his face down to kiss his lip.

There was something more merciless as he held her face kissing her wildly. He entered her quickly. She screamed out throwing her head back against the mattress.  

“It’s all right, Darling.” He breathed in her ear.  

With the new position and how deep he is burying himself she finally feels something building. Finally, something good. She chases the feeling with her hips meeting with his. She clasps her hands in his as their passion continues to build.  

Part of Sam feels guilty for the how good she feels as he pounds into her with purpose. Willard is just amazed at the way she is moving with him so good he can barely hold out. He gets into a good rhythm inside her.  

“This is it, Samantha.” He pants.  

She is a complete mess underneath him as her walls start to clench around his cock. “Oh, Willard.” She moaned in pleasure.  

Willard groans ready to burst. A few harder deep thrusts and he is done for. Samantha’s first orgasm hits her hard as he finishes. Her body shakes under him as her eyes roll to the back of her head.  

Willard freaks out and gets off of her but holds her legs to her chest. “Sam, Sam, you alright?”

She focuses her eyes on him. A huge grin lights up her face. “That was amazing Willard. Can we do it again?”

Willard chuckled laying down beside her. “Not right way but as soon I am capable, I’ll give it another go.”

“Swell,” She relaxed on his chest.  

Neither of them really had another go like that in them that night. But they had sex like that many more times through the months that followed.

Within ten months of their marriage a healthy baby boy was born. They named him Arvin after Willard’s Father. They considered themselves the luckiest family in Knockkemstiff, Ohio even if Willard would sometimes come home all bloody from what he told her was getting hurt at work.

Really, he joined a fight club to get all the aggression out of his system so he wouldn’t use it towards his family. But that is a story for another time.

[nekomassetters]

Fourteen

The next morning you're woken up by snoring. Forgetting that you had slept in Kenma and Kuroo's room last night, you become momentarily frightened when you open your eyes to see Kuroo in the bed next to you.

There's no way Kenma and I...

You slowly look behind you for the boy whose bed you were in, but he isn't there. As the memories of last night begin to return to you, you turn back around to face Kuroo. Calling to him quietly, Kuroo eventually wakes up.

"Y/N?" he says softly as he wakes up.

"Where's Kenma?" you whisper to him.

"How should I know?" he complains as he covers himself more with his blanket, "I just woke up and my head hurts like a bitch."

Kuroo lifts his hand up to his head as he scrunches up his face in pain.

"What the hell happened to me last night?"

You begin explaining to Kuroo about the events of the night. You could tell through his facial expressions that some things he could remember, but others were like foreign concepts.

Just then, you hear the door creak open, revealing a tired-looking Kenma staring back at the pair of you.

"Yo what happened to you Kenma?" Kuroo laughs, "Too much partying?"

"Shut up," Kenma snaps as he walks over to his desk chair, "I couldn't get a bit of sleep because of the two of you!"

"Us?!" you exclaim defensively.

"Yeah between Kuroo's snoring and your sleep talking I could hardly close my eyes."

"I don't sleep talk!" you retort.

Kenma shakes his head in disagreement until Kuroo's laugh snaps him out of the moment.

"Man I can't believe you let Y/N sleep in your bed, Kenma," he teases, "what's up with that?"

"Calm down," Kenma says with a straight face, "I slept on the floor."

"Sure," Kuroo says skeptically before turning back to you, "then why does she have your shirt on?"

"I asked for it," you quickly lie, "I was uncomfortable so I, uh, asked Kenma if I could borrow it."

Both boys stare at you with confusion written all over their faces.

"Alriiight," Kuroo says as he narrows his eyes, "I guess that checks out."

"Y/N," Kenma quickly calls to you to change the subject, "how are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm fine just a bit hungover but it'll be okay."

As the boys continue to converse, you grab your phone and see your text to Ritsuko last night. You decide to text her once more to make sure she's alright and she responds letting you know that she's fine.

You then text Yaku with the intention of doing the same. However, your plan backfires as he asks you to hang out. Seeing as you did promise them that you would, you let him know you'll be over in a bit.

📷

After showering, you making your way back to your room. As you enter, you're surprised to see your roommate there once again. Noticing your gaze, she looks up at you.

"Oh hey Shiro," you say as you close the door, "I wasn't expecting to see you."

"Sorry," she mumbles.

You walk across the room and notice she's playing a game on her computer.

"What are you playing?" you ask as you put away your towel.

"Chess," she once again says quietly.

"Can I watch?"

After your roommate nods, you walk over to her to check out the game.

"Wow you're pretty good," you remark as you watch the moves she makes.

"Mhm," she replies, "I have to play this game on the computer because I haven't met anyone real who I can actually compete with."

She must be some kind of prodigy. I can tell she's not being rude, she actually means it.

Just then your phone chimes and you turn it on to reveal spam from Yaku asking when you are going to come over.

"Well good luck," you say before walking back to your side of the room.

You then let Yaku know you'll be right over. After you finish dressing, you say goodbye to your roommate and leave the room.

📷

"Hey have you guys ever played chess?" you ask as the three of you play a card game.

"Hell no," Yaku replies as he lets out a laugh, "I'm smart but not thaaat smart."

"I've never played," Lev says as he shakes his head, "why do you ask?"

"My roommate was playing it and she said nobody could play as good as her," you shrug, "so I was just curious."

"She said that to your face?" Yaku asks with a hint of anger.

"Don't worry she didn't mean anything bad by it," you tell them.

"Hmm," Yaku says skeptically.

After the card game, the three of you relax and continue chatting about whatever conversation was brought up.

As it gets later, somebody knocks on the door so Yaku gets up to answer it. When he comes back, he reveals a huge grin.

"I scored us some alcohol kiddos," he exclaims.

You immediately deadpan as the words fall from his mouth.

"Seriously Yaku? You made me drink last night!!"

"Aaaand?" he says excitedly as he sits next to you and Lev, "what's the big deal?"

"The deal," you say as you grab the bottle from him, "is that I get to drink first so I don't have to listen to the two of you constantly begging me."

"Wow Y/N spoken like a true alcoholic," Lev laughs.

You roll your eyes in annoyance as you take the first sip. As the liquid passes through your throat, you shake your head roughly from the sour taste.

📷

"And then when I did see Y/N last night, she bitched me out for having 'bad pick-up lines'," Yaku exclaims as he imitates you.

"They were super inappropriate! None of those girls were going to respond well to those lines so I was just trying to help!"

You look over at Lev and notice that he's making some kind of weird, mixed expression.

"Give me an example," Lev finally speaks, "I'll tell you if it's crap or not."

"Alright, alright," Yaku says as he shifts himself to get more comfortable and turns a bit towards Lev, "I'm not into watching sunsets, but... I'd love to see you go down."

You do your best not to break out in laughter but once you see the serious look on Yaku's face and the confusion on Lev's, you can't hold it in.

"Lev," you say as your laughter dies down, "opinion?"

"I, uh, I don't think you should start out by telling a girl you want to see her face on your, uh..."

"Well then let's see you do one!" Yaku growls as he starts to slur his words.

Lev looks over at you for a split second before turning his attention to Yaku. He looks his roommate dead in the eye as he speaks.

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

You squeal in excitement from Lev's cute line. In your enthusiasm, you fail to see Yaku and Lev staring at each other for a moment before Yaku turns to face you, giving you a serious glare.

"Seriously? You liked that better than mine?" he says angrily while crossing his arm.

As you about to answer, a banging comes from the door once more.

"I'll frickin get it," Yaku mumbles as he gets up.

Excited, you get up as well.

"Lev I'm gonna try your line on the person who's at the door," you attempt to whisper to him.

He gives you a confused look, but lets you go as you stumble over to the door.

"Kuroo!" you exclaim as you see the black-haired male in the doorway.

You immediately pull him in, failing to notice anyone else around you.

"I've gotta tell you something!"

You pull Kuroo very close to your body and let out a big smile as he looks down at you.

"I thought you didn't like drinking, Y/N," he says skeptically.

"Well apparently I have bad friends who peer pressure me but that's not the point!" you retort quickly as you put your hands on his shoulder.

You then happily use Lev's pick-up line on Kuroo, who responds with a big smirk. Kuroo leans to the side, revealing another figure behind him. Kenma's.

As you watch Kenma observe you with confusion written all over his face, you feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

"Way to hit on your boyfriend's best friend right in front of him," Lev chuckles.

You then realize your hands are still placed on Kuroo and immediately remove them. Looking over to Lev, you scowl at him before reminding them that you aren't dating Kenma.

You sit down as you pout, crossing your arms and watching as Lev quietly continues to tease you.

Suddenly you feel clothes brush against yours and you turn to see Kenma sitting right next to you.

"Oi Kenma," Kuroo calls as he sits down as well, "how come you're so quiet? You usually get mad when somebody says that to you."

"Because Y/N and I aren't dating and I don't want to continue repeating myself."

Kuroo mumbles to Yaku and Lev, probably about the two of you, but your focus is too stuck on Kenma. You can feel Kenma's hand placed on your lower back as he whispers to you.

"You alright?" he asks with concern in his tone.

"Fine," you mumble as you lean your head onto his shoulder.

You close your eyes as you relax in the moment. Once you open them again, you see the other three staring at what you're doing.

Immediately you sit back up and resume your defensive position.

"Is there literally anything else we can do besides continuing to talk about me and Kenma?"

[mor-beck-more-problems]

The Fast and the Furious: Spectral Drift || Morgan, Nell, & Constance

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @nelllraiser @constancecunningham @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Just gals being pals.

CONTAINS: car theft, drowning

For once, Nell was gaining a moment of mediocrity in her otherwise far too lively existence. Not that she minded the chaos. Parts of her thrived on it, but she’d been learning as of late that not all chaos was good, and a spot of normality was welcome in an otherwise unforgiving world. She and Morgan had gathered at Coffee Plus, taking advantage of the quiet day to do a bit of catching up between one another. Leaning forward to take a hearty bite of her chocolate muffin, Nell finished chewing and swallowed before finishing the story she’d launched into. “I’m just saying- maybe if he couldn’t handle the whole sandwich, he shouldn’t have stuck his fingers in the hanyo.” Her tone was bright with a laugh as she remembered the ridiculous expression that had been on the man’s face. Ready to launch into another joke about the poor guy’s predicament, she stopped mid-sentence— realization dawning over her as movement caught the corner of her eye. “Morgan...isn’t that...your car?” Pointing towards the vehicle in question, Nell stood to get a better look. Sure enough, she recognized the license plate that was ever so slowly inching away from the curb, the back of a mysterious head seeming to fumble with the controls. “Someone’s taking your car!”

Morgan was relieved that Nell wasn’t so bothered by her Constance drama as Blanche had been. She missed her young friends and whatever good she was able to imagine she did for them by being around. They certainly did plenty enough for her. Nell, especially, never backed down from a fight or a favor if it seemed right to her, and she could brighten any day with stories from her daily whirlwind adventures. Even though Morgan couldn’t really enjoy anything at the cafe, she didn’t feel ill at ease slurping at her seltzer water with Nell across the table. Listening to the latest turn, Morgan couldn’t help but snort. “You know not everyone is in your league, right, Nell?” She asked. “A lotta guys who call themselves brave would pee their pants getting up to some of the stuff you do. Although, gotta say, even I’m not woman enough to go anywhere near that ‘hanyo’ stuff, even for money.”

She had another question on her lips when Nell’s face changed. “M-my what?” She couldn’t have heard that right. But she followed Nell’s finger and— “That fucking bitch,” she hissed, tearing her bag off the chair. “I gotta go, I’m sorry, Nell, you might wanna run.” She stumbled outside in disbelief. “You’ve got three seconds to get out of my fucking car!” She cried.

Constance jumped, startled at the fury in the woman’s face. She was still getting used to being seen by any old soul, and not just her fellow damned and dead. She could still get out. Apologize for the mischief. This crime was small, impulsive, childish. She had only been wondering at the miraculous contraptions since they had first frightened her months ago. And seeing Morgan, this other Agnes, slide in and out of hers with more pride than any girl she’d seen give to a bicycle. It hadn’t even been locked. How grateful could this woman be for it if she didn’t think to have it locked? Thus, Constance’s resolve solidified. “I think you’re wrong!” She called. Her foot tested one of the pedals and a delicious roar came out of the engine. “I only need three to get away with it.” She moved the lever next to her and pushed the pedal again. The automobile shot backwards, crunching into something behind her. Constance fixed the lever again and she was flying forward, into the road like a comet. “Try and stop me, Bachman!” She cried.

Immediately electing to ignore Morgan’s recommendation of running, Nell’s head whipped around in search of something that might help, an idea that could get Morgan’s car back, and possibly give Constance some hell at the same time. It came to her in the form of a bright and shiny sedan someone was just pulling up in, putting their own vehicle into park alongside the curb. They didn’t have a chance to take the keys out of the ignition before Nell was on them. “Can I borrow this?!” she yelled at the startled driver who was frozen in shock. His confused voice matched the hopeless alarm on his face.

    “Wha-? No! It’s my car! Who the hell are you?” Without answering, Nell wrenched open the driver side door, grabbing the shirt of the poor man to firmly remove him from his seat, and deposit him on the asphalt. “Sorry!” Nell quickly apologized, another idea quickly coming to her. “Uh- official police business! Detective Vural thanks you for your service and so does White Crest!” It’d only taken her a quick second to Summon the fake badge she’d magically made when she’d pretended to be police to Regan and shove it into the face of the driver. As Constance and Morgan’s car rocketed down the street, Nell quickly put her ‘borrowed’ car into gear, also ignoring the fact that she didn’t have a license, and had mostly driven tractors. “Morgan!” she called out, rolling the car to her friend. “Morgan, get in! We’ll catch her!”

Morgan screeched with outrage. ���My girlfriend bought me that Subaru!” She started pelting the car with whatever she had on hand. Her drinking straw, crumpled up receipts, post it notes, half used packs of Trident, pens, embroidery needles, her planner. They all bounced off the red car and fell pathetically into the road as Constance reversed right into a light pole, switched gear, and drove straight into traffic.

Morgan followed her as far as the stoplight, screaming wordlessly until the car behind her honked. “Hey, lady! Don’t make us late too!”

Morgan stumbled back into the parking lot, just in time to see Nell wielding a police badge as she dove into a random suburbanite sedan. “D-detect--yeah! Detective Stryder thanks you for your service too! Call the station with my name if you have any questions!” She didn’t slide so much as topple into the shotgun seat, junk still spilling from her bag. “And thank you!” She called behind her. They sped off in the direction Constance had gone, fast enough for Morgan to feel plastered to her seat before she could even buckle up. “I uh--didn’t know you had a lot of getaway experience, Nell,” she said, laughing breathlessly.

Broken glass and confused drivers littered the road ahead of them. Skid marks striped the road. Up ahead, the faintest streak of banged up red zig zagged through the lanes before jumping the curb and tearing into the town common.

A snarky chuckle fell from Nell as the familiar name of Marley Stryder was thrown into the mix. “I didn’t know you knew Marley,” she said as casually as a person could while beginning to give chase to a car that had been hijacked by a ghost who could have belonged in Downton Abbey for all Nell was concerned. As for getaway experience… “Oh, I don’t! Unless you count racing games and tractors!” she answered brightly, the rush of piloting a car that was careening down the street in a chase already causing delicious adrenaline to pump through her veins. It’d been a long while since she’d gotten to enjoy a high like this without also fearing for her life. “Actually, I’ve always wanted to drive a getaway car! Or be in a car chase! I just didn’t think I’d get to since I don’t have my license or whatever.” The witch dropped the news as if it were the most inconsequential fact one could say at a time like this, accelerating all the while. A light turned red. Nell didn’t hesitate as she blew through the intersection. Thankfully, Constance had run the same light, clearing the way for Nell to pass through safely. “Don’t worry, we’ll get her!” In a jerky movement, Nell followed the ghost onto the grass of the common.

“We’re acquainted,” Morgan said, wincing at the memory. It clearly wasn’t in any way that could be considered ‘good.’ “Wait, what do you mean you--oh my fuck, Nell, no!” Morgan yanked the wheel, swerving the car away from a tree, bouncing painfully back onto the street. She could see her red Subaru swerving down towards the docks in the distance, the bumper just barely hanging on and sending a fireworks show worth of sparks down the street. “She can’t get much farther like this,” she hissed between her teeth. Morgan let go of the wheel and reached into her bag for her salt pistol.

This wasn’t really the ideal time for Nell to question Morgan further about her and Marley’s relationship, even if her need to be nosy was in full force and trying to get her to ask anyway. Later, she told herself before punching her foot to the gas once more. “Hey!” she objected as Morgan jerked the wheel. “I wasn’t gonna hit it! Talk about a backseat driver,” Nell grumbled. But the disgruntled mood was quickly past her. How could she stay upset when she was zooming along in a car chase? A grin split over her lips as she took the time to roll her window down, laughing as the wind whipped her hair with the sudden gust of air. “What is that?” Nell asked, not entirely sure what kind of gun the strange thing in Morgan’s hands was. However, she did know that if Morgan was going to get any kind of decent shot, they needed to be closer. Yet again, Nell stomped on the gas, laying the pedal flat against the floor of the car. Finally, she managed to catch up to Morgan’s car, the front bumper of Nell’s ‘borrowed’ car kissing against the back of Morgan’s Subaru. The nudge was more than enough to knock the Subaru’s bumper loose. “Ha!” Nell exclaimed as the piece of plastic clattered beneath them before remembering that it was Morgan’s car she’d just tapped. “Ah- I mean- oops?”

Morgan cried out to see her poor bumper. Her fingers stretched out helplessly to the windshield. “S-subaru…” she whispered. That did it. Morgan cranked down the windshield, because of course it still had a fucking crank, and leaned out, pistol raised. Three short pops burst through the air. Three brusts of smoke. The salt rounds exploded against  the Subaru. One landed in the spiderweb break in a window, melting on contact.

Constance’s joy was short lived. These monstrosities were no relief, no freedom. The beastly thing seemed to have a mind of its own! Then the windows began to cave in, dripping with salt. “No, no, no, no…” She whimpered. She tried moving the lever, but this only made the car jerk and fit. Panicked, she rammed her foot to the pedal. The automobile screamed as if she’d cursed it and spun out of her control. Constance shifted, ready to drift out like it was no matter of all, but no, her solid form was now her prison. The automobile crashed onto the docks. Wood shattered everywhere in its wake. Finally, it came to a stop, and Morgan Beck, the last of the Bachmans, was right behind her. Constance picked her way out of the debris and stumbled into the car’s path, her body clenched and unyielding. Let her do her worst, cruel coward that she was. To ruin even one of her ill-gotten treasures was worth the trouble this had cost.

As Morgan hung out the window of the car, Nell reached for her own door handle— ready to launch herself into whatever showdown it was that Constance was hoping to have here. What she was going to do she wasn’t all that sure yet. But Nell had to do something. If she didn’t, who knew if there would be another Maxine sooner rather than later? But as her hand reached for the plastic of the handle, she heard a click of the locks, and in a single second the witch found herself momentarily trapped in the car by some no good ghost mischief. If only it had stayed mischievous rather than lethal. Before Nell could so much as search for the unlocking mechanism, a weightlessness overtook her. She was...flying? No, the entire car was flying. Straight over the side of the dock as Constance wielded her power once more, sending the borrowed vehicle right into the hungry fingers of the waiting waves of the ocean. Morgan was gone from the window before Nell could make sense of what was happening, probably thrown adrift by the sheer force of the launch. And then...an icy coldness as water began to pour in through the open window, the car sinking steadily below the surface of the water while Nell remained trapped inside. She jerked uselessly at the handle as more saltwater began to fill the cab of the car, it not taking long to rise to her knees. It seemed whatever Constance had used to keep the doors shut wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Constance, don’t.

The voice wasn’t in Constance’s ears, but it shook through her strange body as she tried to stop the car. Locking it was no matter to her, but the rest, becoming an immovable object to its unstoppable force. If she were her full self, it would already be in the air. If she were herself, she could have gotten hands around Morgan and snapped her to pieces. She could have thrown her across the room, smashed her up and down and gathered the dust of her bones for--

Constance, don’t.

It was the girl’s voice. Blanche Harlow. And in remembering her warning, Constance stepped back from her rage. But the car was already trembling in her grip. There was someone besides Morgan inside. Another girl, as frightened as the school children had been, maybe more. She could see Constance. She knew exactly what was happening to her, and perhaps even why. Constance let go, it was too much, all of this was too much, she didn’t want to be cruel to innocents, but she couldn’t let Morgan cower behind her friends all the time either! Constance’s self-control was like that of a child and the car didn’t come gently down to rest. It soared into the water and crashed through its depth, hard enough to disrupt the waves. Constance watched it sink, helpless to move, to think. “Help!” She screamed at last. “Someone help! There was a crash, did you see a crash? The automobile just-- there’s more than one person inside there! Help!” She sprinted up the docks, arms waving like mad. “Help me, please!”

Even Morgan’s zombie nerves felt her body hit the water. She plummeted downwards, muscles burning as she wriggled to slow herself down. The ocean was veiled in salt and murk before her eyes, but she could just make out the outline of the subaru in the distance. She opened her mouth once to call, only realizing how stupid that was when water rushed into her mouth. Fuck. She had to get to her. She was not losing another person to this spoiled brat of a witch. I’m coming, Nell. I’ll make this right.

As the water got higher, and only the murky depths of the ocean could be seen out her driver’s side window, Nell screwed her eyes shut for a long moment— trying to assess, to find her way out. She hadn’t come all this fucking way to die via being tossed into the ocean by a god damned ghost. The sound of rushing water, and the coldness of it rising to chest height was enough to push Nell into action, and in a quick moment she’d drawn one of her hidden daggers, slamming the butt of it against a backseat window. It did what it was meant to, shattering the glass and allowing more water to fill the car. The witch couldn’t remember where she’d heard it, but somewhere along the way she’d gotten it into her brain that letting the car fill with water would make it easier to open the door and make her escape. A quick spell made easy work of the locks, and the whole handle flew off of the side of the door as the dire need of the situation had given her a little too much juice when it came to casting. Whatever. It would work. She’d been submerged enough to float towards the roof of the car at this point, and now all there was left to do was wait. Wait for the car to finish filling. Wait for the perfect moment to take her last breath and make a break for it. Finally, the moment came— and she took a shuddering and deep last breath of precious air as the car became entirely filled.

Nell fumbled it. Half of her final breath became water where there should have been air, and suddenly a reflexive cough was wracking her. In all of two seconds...her air was spent, and she hadn’t even gotten out of the car yet. It didn’t matter. That was what she told herself. It didn’t matter because dying wasn’t an option. Kicking open the door, it felt like time moved in slow motion as she finally came out from the car. She raised her eyes towards the light filtering above her to find that the sun seemed impossibly far away. Shit. Shit shit shit. Had she really sunk that far so quickly? Should she have tried her chances with getting out of the car earlier? It didn’t matter now. Swimming had never been a problem for her, but the surface seemed impossibly far. Nevertheless, she kicked her legs, making a desperate attempt to live. It wasn’t long before her lungs were screaming for air, begging her to take that breath of seawater that would begin the sealing of her fate and death. Just a little closer. Just a little more. But the little more wasn’t enough. It felt like every gallon of the ocean was pressing on Nell— her eyes, her ears, any crevasse it could manage to find. Dizziness began to take its hold, and Nell vaguely wondered how it was even possible to be dizzy underwater, the inane thought crossing her mind as spots began to appear in her vision. She wasn’t going to drown. She refused to drown. Barely aware of it, sheer will seemed to propel and jet her higher, and whether it was her legs or her magic, she wasn’t able to say.

Morgan was no expert swimmer, but she had determination and stamina on her side. She tore through the water, muscles aching. The pull of the ocean was not her friend this time. It weighed down her arms, making her slower. Salt and floating debris flung into her eyes. Morgan continued to swim. She could see her now, a limp ragdoll figure in the blue.

No. Not today. Not one more fucking person is dying because of Constance.

Morgan grabbed her around the waist and propelled them to the surface.

“There they are!”

“Look!”

“Someone toss ‘em a rope!”

“Grab on, honey! Don’t let go!”

Morgan’s eyes were blurry with seawater, but she made out the shadow of a life preserver flying towards her. Morgan dragged her and Nell towards it, trying not to focus on how much distance there was between them and the shore, the ruin of her Subaru, the weight of Nell’s motionless body in her arms. “We--” she called, her throat choked with salt. “We need-- CPR! She--” Morgan gagged on more seawater. Nothing was moving fast enough. Not her legs, not the human chain forming on the docks, not the clouds gathering over the blinding sun. Morgan kicked in the water to help move them along, but it felt like she was still being pulled down, squeezed until she broke and gave up.

When they reached the surface, Morgan remembered to give a few dramatic coughs and wheezes while a woman she recognized from Amity Row felt for Nell’s pulse. “How did you… did you see? What happened?” Morgan asked.

The crowd looked uneasily at each other. “Just the end,” one of them admitted. “Wouldn’t have seen it at all except for that weird little girl.”

They began to describe her in bits and pieces, red hair, funny dress, maybe a cosplayer, but Morgan had already heard too much. She didn’t care what Constance had or hadn’t done for them, what kind of crowd she wanted to draw for her latest maneuver. If she was still gawking by the time Morgan was through here, she’d take her new solid body and pound it into dough. “Out of my way!” She snapped. “She just needs CPR! Fuck, it’s not rocket science!” She started pumping on Nell’s chest, blocking out the rest of the world. She’d taken this training enough times to remember; she could get this right. “Come on, Nell…” She whispered. “I can’t let her get you too. Come on…” She breathed into her mouth. “We’ve got this, Nell. We got this… we got this…”

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Shadows in the dark

A/N: this was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think! If anyone has any requests, please let me know! 

Summary: can you do a reddie x teen daughter where she thinks she sees a shadow figure but it’s just bc she watched a horror movie, n she screams so richie n eddie come n automatically assume it’s IT n go into fight mode but she reassures them she was just seeing things, but then she’s suspicious af bc of their reactions so they try to like explain the whole pennywise thing but rlly vague and like half bs so tht they don’t scare her n they acc get away w it.  

The thunderstorm pours heavily outside of Raina’s bedroom window, drenching everything in sight. It was the first night of the year that this happened, and she had forgotten just how scary it is, to be faced with this kind of . The horror movie she watched a few hours prior doesn’t help her case either, the images of dark figures stalking girls outside in their backyards flashing through her mind every time a bolt goes off.

The window is located on the left side of her bed, above a cozy seating arrangement Rania uses to read and indicate that she requires alone time. Though it usually symbolizes her calm, it now appears ominously, something she should be scared off.  

She fumbles with her phone, trembling impatiently until the screen lights up, illuminating the room so she can see. She groans in frustration when she looks at the time, barely three am, falling back into the bed and burying her head in her pillow.

The storm croaks outside, loud and un-bothered in it’s intensity, making Rania wonder if anyone else is awaken by the weather phenomenon.  ‘Shut up’, she mumbles stupidly, as if it’s going to listen to her, but it reminds her of the times when her pops used to stay up with her when she was little and afraid of the storm, and that causes her to chuckle.

She’s older now, and not so easily spooked, except when she watches a scary movie. This particular movie was called hush, and even in the light of day it frightened her. The idea of not being able to hear whether or not someone was breathing down your neck, or calling out for you seemed manifested straight out of one of her nightmares.

The storm rings loud enough to drown out any other sound that might emit, but that’s only her brain talking, tricking her into being queasy of nothing. There’s not a thing that’s going to happen, and logically she knows that, so she tries to shut her eyes and will herself to sleep.

It’s not going to happen, the three am hour sign burned on the back of her eyelids. She taps her fingers against the edge of the bed restlessly, shifting and twisting in her blankets until sweat starts to build above her eyebrows and she frustratingly kicks the comforter off of her.

Glancing at the window, firmly shut and the curtains drawn over it, Rania debates if it worth opening her window to let some cool air in. The hot summer sun is unforgiving these days, so scorning hot that it feels like your skin will burn right off the flesh if you stay outside for too long.

A bit of relief of the heat would be welcome, yet she almost falters, then curses herself with how foolish she’s being. Her pops is famous, and they’re living in an expensive neighborhood with a security guard, no one can harm her. She opens the window up an inch, and before heading back to bed, Rania shuffles towards the living room to grab a glace of water.

It isn’t uncommon for her to wake up, usually around the same time too, so she learns to deal with it, eating or drinking something or trying things like yoga. Though rarely helpful, Rania does discover new things and interests, so she takes it as a win.

An explosion of lightning brightens up the room, so she leaves the lights off as she shambles towards the fridge. It’s dead quiet, everyone having gone to bed, which makes her feel like she’s alone in the house. Another thunder crack causes her head to whip up from where she was ducked down to grab the water, eyeing the room twice, but coming up empty handed.

Rania hurries to pluck a water bottle and run up the stairs back to the safety of her room, peeking over her shoulder multiple times to ensure that there’s no one watching her. When she reaches her door, she throws it open, duks into the room, and then promptly shoves it closed with a loud bang.

She winces, the noise way too loud, though thankfully neither her dad, nor her pops stir. The rain ticks away on her window, some of it slipping through the opening and spattering in her room, resulting in a wet puddle being formed.

‘Fucking great’, Rania mutters when she notices, the pool extending right before her eyes. She turns halfway to her closet on the right side of the room, a wooden terra cotta colored one that uncle Bill got for her when they moved in, searching for an item that is allowed to get wet.

Towels aren’t at her disposal right now, and she’s not jumping at the idea of leaving her room again to go get one, so she improvises, by using a cloth that will be washed in the morning.

She takes hold of an old sweater that’s non usable right now anyway, and then circles in the direction of the window. A scream tears from her lips as she does, a shadow looming by the window leering at her as he sits on the window seat.

Screeching, Rania trips over her feet and falls on the ground, the sweater dropping from her hands, then scrambles back towards the door in an effort to get away from the silhouette. Her hands cover her face, like she wants to protect herself even if there were no visible weapons or the person preparing to attack her.

With burning eyes, tears that threaten to push themselves over the edge, she squints one eyelid open at the lack of movement. The room is empty.

Rania’s heart beats a mile a minute, her breathing fast and erratic, yet she manages to laugh manically. It was only a catch of the light, induced by her own imagination, petrifying her within an inch of her life.

She inhales and holds, then exhales slowly, controlling her breathing so she calms down. Several footsteps thunder on the laminate flooring in the hallway. Not fast enough to dodge the unlatching door, she receives a blow to the head, knocking her down once again.

‘Auw’, she complains, cupping the back of head in one hand and rubbing over the bump.

‘Rania, are you okay?’ Her dads pile into the room, switching the light on, searching frantic until they see her, and scurry beside her.

‘Rania talk to us, are you hurt? What happened?’ Eddie, her dad, clutches her body, half hanging over her, and pulling her as close as possible.

Richie, her pops, is standing on her other side, holding a lamp tightly in his one hand, while the other one latches on to her shoulder.

‘Nothing dad, I thought I saw something, but it’s not real.’

Up close, she can detect the tremors originating from her dad, and the hand of her pops shakes too.

‘You need to tell us alright, even if you think we won’t believe you, we will,’ Eddie promises, Richie nodding along vigorously.

The strangeness of their responses causes an alarm bell to go off in the back of Rania’s brain. She tilts her head sideways, peering up at her dad’s with a quizzical look in her eyes.

‘Okayy..’, she draws up, her voice taking on a questionable tone. She makes an attempt to inquire why they’re acting the way they do, but Richie and Eddie engage in their own conversation now.

‘She won’t tell us, we never told anyone either.’ Eddie says, still keeping Rania close at bay.

‘Well Eds, all the adults in our town fucking sucked, especially your mom.’

‘Fuck off Richie. Do you honestly want to joke about this right now? What if it’s IT asshole? What if the clown returned?’ They’re rushing through the sentences like they are hunted on by the devil himself, complete with wild gestures and raising voices as panic and hysteria seem to control them more and more.

‘I didn’t intend for it be a joke Eddie, I mean it. She was a fucking bitch so yeah, you obviously weren’t going to tell her shit,’ Richie responds irritated.

This wasn’t the usual bickering her parents did on a day to day bases, this time both were annoyed with the other, and Richie being vexed was a rare thing.

The storm rages on outside, three crying out thanks to the wind that blows strongly, but entirely the last thing on Rania’s mind right now.

‘Dad, pops it’s fine, leave it.’

‘It’s not fine, stop saying it’s fine.’ Eddie snapped, staring at Rania with poorly concealed terror. Her dad never snaps at her, ever, furthering suspicion in Rania that something was really, really wrong.

‘Sorry, sorry’, he relented, ‘that was rude.’ It is, but Rania is more concerned than angry anyway. She’s anxious that her dad might have a panic attack, even if he hadn’t had one in years. His face is red, and his hand digs in his pockets, aiming to find his inhaler.

‘We have to call Stan’, Richie distracts, seizing both Eddie’s, and Rania’s hand.

‘Wait what? why?’ Rania asks, pulling her hand out of his grip. Uncle Stan lives in Atlanta, which is a plain ride away, he’s not easily accessible.

‘And Bill. Maybe Mike too.’

‘Guys’, Rania yells out, frustration getting the upper hand. Why won’t anyone listen to what she has to say?

‘I watched a horror movie, I just got spooked. Nothing happened. I opened the window and the curtains moved in a way that looked like there was someone sitting there. But there wasn’t.’ She pointedly fixes her gaze on both Eddie and Richie, to get her point across.

‘Is someone going to tell me what this is all about? Why would we need anyone to come here?’ The tension dibs out of Richie and Eddie, albeit slowly, and they nervously communicate in silence.

‘Hello, is anyone gonna fill me in?’ Rania repeated, as she is not used to being kept in the dark. She thought Eddie and Richie told her everything, so it comes as a shock now she reckons that there’s something hidden.

‘There was a clown.’ Eddie starts, despite the shaking of Richie’s head. ‘And every year at the carnival, he scared us half to death by mean pranks.’

Rania blinks once, then twice. ‘That’s it? That’s what terrified you guys enough to want to call your friends?’

‘I guess we’re just traumatized’, Eddie chuckled uneasy, flatting a curl on the top of her head to keep his hands busy.

‘Psst,’ Richie draws her attention, ‘your dad is spooked because we’re the clowns in high school too. He’s just afraid to admit it.’

Rania giggles, always counting on her pops to make light of a situation, making her instantly more calm.

She misses the thumb Eddie gestures at Richie, gratitude flowing through him that the topic has been avoided, mostly.

They’re both still on high alert, the trouble Pennywise cost then a long way from forgotten, but outwardly they come across as composed.  

A tree branch slaps against the window, starling all three people of the family, although they all pretend that it didn’t.

‘Is anyone up for watching a movie?’ Richie suggests, shoulder shimmying to draw the attention his way.

Rania wisps her head towards her dad, applying the puppy dog eyes her pops had taught her to convince Eddie to do something he most likely won’t approve of.

This time, he relents without any type of resistance.

‘Yeah, come on, I’ll get the hot chocolate milk.’  With a last, lingering hug, Eddie releases his hold on Rania, getting up from where he’s sitting on the floor.

Richie hugs Rania as well, smiling brightly at her with the giant smile. ‘Come on,’ he says, then ushers Rania out of the room.

The suspicion still lingers, the story her dad made up not making much sense, but Rania allows herself to follow them downstairs anyway. It’s late, and though she’s aware that no one hung around her room, she’s apprehensive all the same.

She’ll find out what all of this is about, for example by exploring and question one of her uncles or her aunts, but that can wait. Right now, all she’ll watch a movie, and slip off to sleep under the watchful eye of her parents, who outside of her knowledge, don’t dare the blink away from her once.  

[miss-smutty]

Fifty Shades of Billy Part 4

A/N- So this turned out to be the longest part yet. Some drama to come in the next part and maybe abit of angst and obviously some good ol' smut 😋

Strictly 18+ only

Summary- You confront Billy about the way he's been acting. Will it end in your favour?

Pairing- Billy Hargrove X You

Word count- 3.5K

Warnings- Swearing, smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Posted: 16th August 2019

As you sit back in your chair, you can still see Billy out of the corner of your eye. Billy's face screwed up with displeasure, the muscles in his face twitching with anger. Ok, maybe you went too far. Seeing Billy look like that was terrifying, it was like someone had flipped a switch and the red glow of anger had fallen upon him.

This could turn out bad. Very bad, You thought in regret. 

You were adding fuel to a fire that already burnt deep within Billy, but to be fair he has ignored you all day. That justifies it, right? 

Billy couldn't stand watching you with your hands all over Steve, it stirred something inside him. He could feel the anger bubbling while somewhere in the distance he could vaguely hear the annoying tone of Sally's voice. 

"Can you shut the fuck up for just one minute Sally?" He hissed, glaring angrily at her. She must have seen something in Billy that she didn't like because she got up from her chair and stormed off, muttering under her breath, leaving Billy sat alone with his thoughts.

There's a difference between wanting her and not wanting anyone else to want her. That's the only reason I'm feeling like this, I mean it's got to be the only reason - or so Billy told himself.

You watched as Sally hastily walked away from Billy, wondering what made her leave so quickly. Your heart rate began to quicken as Billy roughly pushed his chair back from the table. This is not good. You tried to get Max's attention, you were panicking now, Billy was on his way over to your table and the way he was scowling at Steve was concerning. I've massively fucked up here, what the hell is he going to do to Steve?

Steve's eyes widen as he notices your nervous expression, his eyebrow cocks questioningly but before you can say anything Steve jerks forwards from his chair. He gets up hastily from your lap where he'd fallen, both of you blushing from the intamacy.

"What the fuck Hargrove?" Steve says angrily, pushing Billy hard in the chest. Billy hardly flinched but gritted his teeth and squared up to Steve so there noses were almost touching. 

"Watch where you're going Harrington" Billy spat through gritted teeth. Billy's aggression was frightening but you have to admit it was pretty damn hot watching two boys almost fight over you. You were definitely in a trance watching Billy's muscles flex with tension, surprised there wasn't drool protruding from your mouth as you finally snapped out of it.

Standing on your chair so you could match their heights, you pushed them apart, your tiny frame not enough to take their weight.

"Max! Help me out will you?" You screamed, worried that someone was going to swing and end up clocking you in the face. 

Max rolled her eyes before standing up and grabbing hold of Billy's arm.

"My bets were on Steve anyway" she says snidely while you pull Steve away. 

Billy let out a belly laugh, I mean he actually held on to his stomach while he bent over laughing. The rest of you just stared at Billy's outburst, confused at what he found so funny in a situation like this.

"I'll see you on the court Harrington" he says after finally regaining his composure.

You could feel eyes burning into you, the whole lunch hall had turned to watch Billy and Steve arguing. They were probably hoping for a fight and when they knew they weren't getting what they wanted, they turned back to continue their gossiping. 

Steve tried his best to appear cool and unshaken, even though Billy's attack was totally unprovoked and out of the blue. Well to Steve it was, you couldn't help feeling guilty for being the instigator. If they couldn't read it all over my face then they definitely didn't need to know either. Steve smoothed his hair back from his face and patted down his trousers, taking him back to his usual well kept appearance. 

"What just happened? What's his problem Max?" Steve asked while still trying to look cool and leaning on the chair with one hand while the other was bent on his hip.

"Hmm well I think you talking to Y/N probably had something to do with it but who knows" she shrugged at Steve while raising her eyebrows at you. She knows. Of course she knows. You look down at your feet, unsure of what to say to either of them. 

"Oh. I didn't know you had a thing with Hargrove? Why would you go for a loser like that?" He turned to you actually waiting for an answer.

"I don't have a thing with him and maybe there's more to him than you actually know" you say defensively while walking away, ok more like stropping. You couldn't stand the tension anymore and had to get out of there as fast as you could. Weaving your way around the tables and chairs, your eyes becoming blurry with tears making you trip over a chair leg and fall on to the floor. Some people were staring and some were laughing, the walls were closing in on you. You ran from the lunch hall, stopping in the corridor to catch your breath, hugging your body tightly. 

                                      ***************

The benches were almost full with people talking amongst themselves, you could feel the excitement in the air. You stood by the gym door searching for somewhere to sit when you see a hand waving from the crowd. Realising it was Max and she'd saved you a front row seat, you rush over to her. 

"Thanks for saving me a seat, did you have to fight bitches to get front row?" You laugh.

"Perks of being family" she shrugs and joins in with your laughing. 

Everybody starts cheering as the boys make their way out of the changing rooms and onto the court. You notice Billy straight away, along with all the other girls in the room, his curls bouncing as he runs onto the court. He winks at you as he runs past and you can feel eyes digging into your back, mentally cursing you for being Billy's object of attraction. Max gently elbowed you in the ribs so you'd notice Billy winking at you, like you hadn't already noticed, you couldn't take your eyes off his tanned and ridiculously toned thighs. You imagined yourself grinding on his lap, his lusciously toned legs holding your weight as he gripped onto your ass. You were blushing now and Billy was watching you amusingly, mentally undressing him and imagining yourself and him in all sorts of positions. You were noticeably turned on in a crowd full of people, you knew it, Billy knew it and probably anyone else who was paying attention.

Billy was enjoying watching you squirm, he bent over in front of you to mess with his shoes. His tight, clenched ass cheeks right in front of you, you could hear the swoons from girls behind you. You rolled your eyes at how predictable Billy was. Knowing everyone was watching him, he was putting on a show, or was the show just for you? 

When all the team were finally on the court, the whistle was blown to start the game and of course Billy was on the no shirts team with Steve on the rival team. Watching the boys move across the court, ok not watching the boys but watching the way Billy's thighs flexed as he ran all over the court. Mesmerized. Seriously surprised you weren't drooling by now. You finally looked up from Billy's legs and saw him and Steve fighting for the ball, barging into each other and winding their legs around each other. Ridiculously proud of yourself for still not drooling over Billy's testosterone fuelled need to get one over on Steve, his alpha male need to be the winner. 

"I heard you used to run this school, is that true? King Steve they used to call you huh? Then you turned bitch" Billy hissed into Steves ear, still bumping chests for the ball. 

"Hey maybe you should just shut up and play the game" Steve replied, clearly flustered. 

Billy puts his foot Infront of Steve so he tripped over and onto the floor, leaving the ball for Billy. He runs towards the hoop with the ball, you can't help but feel excited from the adrenaline running through you as Billy jumps up, passes the ball under his delicious thigh and shoots a hoop. The crowd go wild with cheers as Billy cockily struts around the court, Steve still on the floor looking extremely annoyed. 

As the whistle is blown again to signal the end of the game, a group of girls from behind make their way down to the court and make a beeline straight for Billy. He laps it up, loving the attention and completely forgotten about you again as he drapes his arm around another girl. You can feel the anger building inside you again like what the hell was this guy playing at, all these games he's playing are driving me insane you thought. 

The boys all head to the changing rooms to get showered and the gym gradually empties. 

"You coming Y/N?" Max asked while standing up.

"I think I'll hang back a bit, meet you at the mall later?" Looking sheepishly at your feet. 

"Erm ok. Catch you later" she says furrowing her brow in confusion. 

A couple of girls hang by the door of the gym, looking over at you and turning back to each other to whisper. You raise your eyebrows and stare straight back at them until they get the picture and move away.

You continue watching the guys steadily leave the changing room but still no sign of Billy. You were wanting to confront him and ask him out right what was going on, hoping you weren't going to look desperate waiting for him outside the changing rooms. 

Steve was next out and he spotted you straight away but instead of coming over, like he usually would, he waved his hand away at you and walked away. Ok so I've really pissed Steve off, how did I get into this mess? You thought as you realised you'd counted eleven of the guys who'd left the changing room, meaning Billy was the last one out.

Now you were nervous, your words were a jumble in your head, you had no idea what you were going to say to him. You'd ran the conversation over and over in your head while you were sat waiting but you'd completely forgotten now it was time. Am I sweating? Oh god this is a bad idea. You took in some deep breaths to calm your nerves but couldn't stand sitting and waiting any longer. Right. You've got this girl, go get him. 

Your legs buckled as you stood from the benches, your legs and ass were numb from sitting on the uncomfortable wooden blocks for way too long. Your heart was beating too fast and your hands were trembling as you approached the double doors of the boys changing rooms. 

You opened the door just a crack and moved your head into the gap.

"Billy?" You shouted, hoping he would come out to you so you didn't have to go into the sweaty room. No such luck. There was no answer. 

You slowly entered the changing room into a small corridor, there was a room on the left and a room straight ahead. You took the left, there was a square of lockers and right in the middle were some benches. You walked towards the benches, slowly, worried someone would catch you in the boys changing room. Billy was there with his back to you, in only a towel, hung low on his waist. You stopped to admire the muscles in his back as he leant one hand on the lockers and closed his locker with the other. The echo of the locker door closing, bounced off the walls and startled you. 

You cleared your throat to get his attention and when he turned around, your eyes were immediately drawn to the line of hair that ran from his navel to where the towel hung low on his groin. Dangerously loose. 

"Is that drool?" He teased.

"What no, where?" You panic desperately patting at your mouth.

He walks over to with an amused smile on his face and runs his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Relax, I'm just fucking with you" as he leans down over you, making you feel like his prey.

"So what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" 

"I... I" deep breath, I need sassy me to handle this. "Ive been in worse places than this Billy" you squeeze past him so your not backed into the corner anymore. Your bodies pressed together tightly as you manoeuvre around him and sit down on the bench Infront of him, his groin now eye level. 

"So you just thought you'd sneak into the changing rooms for some hanky panky?" He says cockily, lifting his eyebrow.

"Ha you wish. I came here so you can tell me what the fuck you think you're playing at" you say, raising your eyebrows.

"Well I was just going to jump in the shower but if you have other plans I..." 

"You kiss me and then completely ignore me and when you see me talking to Steve you come over and start a fight?" You get up from the bench, being so close to his crotch was definitely not helping you. 

"You can do so much better than Steve" he replies, his cockiness slipping just a tad.

"What, like you?" You spat, slightly more venomously than you planned. You saw the hurt flash across Billy's face, like you'd just slapped him in the mouth. His cockiness making you forget all about his insecurities for just a second. 

You reached up to cup Billy's face and he flinched at your touch, breaking your heart for hurting him. You saw the small boy in Billy again but it wasn't caused by Niel this time. It was your fault. 

"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean that. Honestly, do you think I'd be here now if I didn't want you?" You pulled Billy down into an embrace, sitting back on to the bench so you could reach him, his head resting on your shoulder as you stroked back his hair. Billy stands back up, facing the locker, hiding from you so you couldn't see him while he regained his composure. 

When he turns back around, cocky Billy was back, which I suppose was better than sad Billy. 

"It's kind of not fair, I'm at a disadvantage stood here half naked" that hungry look in his eyes again as he licked his lips. You'd come to realise that Billy used sex as a coping mechanism and you were happy to oblige. 

"Oh, how can I make you feel more comfortable?" You smiled coyly, looking at Billy through your eyelashes. You'd completely forgotten you were mad at him, that hungry look in Billy's eyes filling you with desire. 

"Well, let's start off on even playing fields first" he teased, pushing you up against the lockers and leaning down to nibble your ear. The feel of Billy's teeth tickling your ear made you giggle and squirm underneath him. As he lifted your top over your head, the feel of the cold lockers against your bare skin made you squeel.

"Shh Baby, someone will hear" Billy whispers into your ear. Hearing him calling you baby made you want him even more. Pulling him close by the front of his towel, grazing his dick with your fingers, you leant in for a kiss. Starting out gentle and gradually becoming more rough, your tongues desperately searching for each other, teeth gripping on tightly to lips. 

Billy admires your full breasts, using his hands to grope and pinch them making your knees weak

"You know we're still not equal?" He said lifting one eyebrow and kneeling on the ground. He grabs the hem of your shorts and slowly peels them down, just like he was opening a present, a look of excitement planted on his face. Thank god I wore my good underwear you smiled to yourself. 

He licked his lips as he saw your red, lace, french panties and looked up to you with a devilish grin.

Pushing you back onto the bench and kneeling in front of you, he rolled your panties down to your ankles. Lifting your leg up to his shoulder height he slowly pulled your panties off your foot and then spread your legs wide. 

"Mmm I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in the parking lot" he smirked making you blush.

Billy holds your thighs up, making you lay back onto the benches, so he can fully eat you out. He uses the tip of his tongue to tickle your clit, making you wriggle, the bench underneath you digging into your back.

Billy makes his tongue fat and licks all the way up your wet slit, circling your clit every now and then with the tip. You lean on your elbows so you can watch him eating your pussy, the excitement in his eyes as he tongue fucks you. 

"You taste so fucking good" he says into your crotch, the vibrations of his breath making you weak. He inserts two fingers into your opening while he continued teasing your clit with his tongue. Pushing harder on it until your grasping for his hair, pressing him down harder.

"Oh my fucking god Billy, I'm gonna come" you shriek, he pushes another finger deep inside you until he hits your spot, massaging it until he feels the warmth of your come all over his fingers. "Fuck!" 

Billy pulls away from you, looking overly pleased with himself as he pulls you up from the bench. Your knees buckle a little when you stand but Billy holds on to you. 

You stroll off towards the showers, naked, leaving Billy stood there mouth wide in shock. You look back over your shoulder coyly.

 "You coming or what?" You tease.

He looks like a dog with a bone as he practically runs after you, dropping his towel as he goes. Your faced with his massive cock for the first time leaving you with your mouth wide open in shock at the size and girth.

"Want me to fill that hole?" He asks leaning against the shower cubicle looking cocky and proud of his dick, knowing you weren't disappointed.

You nod shyly and kneel down on the shower cubicle floor. You take his dick in your hand, running the length of it and teasing the tip. Squeezing his shaft as you pump his cock and teasing everytime you reach the tip. Billy was watching you with admiration at the experienced way you handled his cock. You reach forward to run your tongue up his length and around the tip. You take the tip into your mouth and suck until it literally pops out, your lips smacking together. Billy throws his head back, groaning deeply. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth. You took as much in as you could, sucking hard until your cheeks hurt and you could feel his cock growing until it was rock hard. Billy, still watching you contently, sucking in breath everytime you went down on his dick. One fist on the bottom of his cock, steadying it so you could move your mouth around his cock, circling it as you sucked and pumped with your other hand. Moving back so you could see how hard you'd made him, a drip of precum on the tip. You look into Billy's eyes as you lick his precum with the tip of your tongue, tasting the sweetness in your mouth. His mouth and eyes were wide open with pleasure. 

"Fuck me Y/N. You've definitely done this before" he groaned, thrusting his dick further into your mouth until you gagged. 

"I hope you know you're going to have to do this all the time now" he laughed as he pulled your hair into a ponytail, holding on as you fucked his dick with your mouth. 

Billy lifts you up so your legs wrap around him, he pushes you back against the shower wall and turns on the water. Thrusting his rock hard cock into you making you gasp as he his fat cock fills up your tight pussy. You watched the water from the shower drip down Billy's face, turning you on even more while he bit his lip and pounded into you. You dug your nails into his back as he bounced you up and down on his cock. 

Billy stopped and listened a minute making you whine.

"Billy don't stop" you said breathlessly.

"Shh I think I just heard someone" he said while slowly and gently thrusting into you. You heard it then, a locker door closing. Shit. You could just see over the top of the cubicle, the unmistakable brunette, fluffy hair.

"Shit, it's Steve" you tell Billy.

"Thats ok then" he says smiling, he puts his hand over your mouth as he carries on fucking you. Enjoying watching you desperately trying to hold in your moans while he thrusts deep inside you. You would think he actually wanted you to be caught the way he was relentlessly pounding into you. You couldn't take it anymore, you were almost there, your muscles clenching as your orgasm built. Billy was licking and biting his bottom lip, looking intensely in your eyes when...

"Hello? Is there someone there" Steve shouted, making his way over to the showers.

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Ménage (10/13ish)

Mature due to violence. Holy disappointment; protection.

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The relief in the two corralling him was palatable; Beetlejuice hadn’t known that they’d been anxious to have his answer, or that they had obviously been concerned what it may have been.

Molly relaxed into his side, curling her hand under his arm and smiling beautifully. Dewey’s soft hand squeezed his back, and maybe he was reading into it, but he’d have sworn it was with more than a simple friendly intent. He saw the warm delight in the angel’s dark eyes as they moved from him to her.

Then, even as Dewey himself reacted to whatever new arrival made itself known, a golden light bright enough cause him pain blinded him. He squinted and ducked as Dewey released him, and he felt Molly scurry behind him, still gripping his arm, asking who that was. A deep thrumming pressure took up residence in his skull and with his free hand he grabbed the side of his head as if pulling his hair would relieve the pain. It didn’t.

Molly seemed to peek out from behind Beetlejuice, looking frightened and asked softly who this newcomer was. In a voice that nearly shook, Dewey answered.

"That's . . . that's my boss."

With effort, Beetlejuice wrenched open his eyelids as Dewey answered Molly and through watery eyes and with a low moan from the pain, he saw the trespasser.

The corona surrounding the being lessened; he figured it was more for Molly’s benefit than his own. It did serve to release some of the pressure in his head.

This was an angel as to be expected: heavily winged, androgynous, golden, exuding righteousness. He couldn’t exactly see their face, and he didn’t know if that was because light still blazed from it, or if they simply didn’t have one.

Dewey had stepped between them and what he called his boss. The other angel towered over them all, even standing several feet away, but Dewey looked determined to stand his ground, even as Beetlejuice could see the faint tremble in his hands.

As the new angel continued to tsk their disappointment in Dewey, he bristled. He kept Molly behind him, of course, but stepped closer to Dewey. He realized he’d lowered himself, his chin down, watching the angel warily, and that his lips were lifted off his teeth in a silent snarl. His reaction to this celestial was markedly different than when Dewey had arrived; he’d unpack all that later.

Right now, this was a threat, and he didn’t like that one bit.  

His . . . his boss? Molly nearly threw up her hands in exasperation, if they hadn't been pinned to her sides with fear; just how many supernatural beings were going to show up in her house over twenty-four hours? Then she saw how Beetlejuice crouched in front of her, lowered into a defensive position as if to protect her, and her heart dropped to the floor. Clearly, this angel posed a threat that Dewey hadn't.

Molly blinked rapidly, trying to clear the purple spots from her vision. Behind them, the new angel seemed to stare at Dewey disapprovingly, despite its apparent lack of facial features. How was it that a holy being could look so . . . unsettling? Out of nowhere, she was hit with a sudden wave of dread, of abject fear, and she blurted without thinking,

“What do you want?”

The angel turned their focus to her, head cocked almost curiously to the side, as if surprised that she had spoken. That surprise quickly vanished, as they seemed to sigh and dismiss her.

“Quiet, child. You have done enough damage.”

Then, their focus shifted back to Dewey.

“I had such hopes for you, fledgling. You showed such promise. And to throw it away for demon and its pet human.” Its tone was chiding, as if scolding a misbehaving child. “It seems you’re in need of retraining.”

Dewey didn’t look away from the higher being, wasn’t sure if he could actually tear his eyes away from their radiance if he tried. He should have known better, should have done better; even a small act of rebellion, that single kiss with his charge, a touch and a smile given to a profane presence, it was enough to send his entire future crashing down. He had risked it all, and now, he was about to lose it all. On instinct, on blind obedience, he began to walk toward his superior.

But wait . . . why? Why give it up so easily? Dewey stalled, hands clenched into fists. He had already rebelled, and who knew what this angel would do to the other two once he was out of the way? He didn’t have to put his head down and do as he was told, he didn’t have to obey.

“No. I’m not leaving.”

Again, that almost condescending cock of the head. “Oh? You seem to be laboring under the misapprehension that you have a choice in the matter. Haven’t you done enough, fledgling? Your charge went to bed with the enemy. Despite her obscenities, you’ve lusted after her. You have failed.”

Dewey dug in his heels, wings flashing as he moved to better shield Molly and Beetlejuice.

“If this gets messy,” he whispered over his shoulder, “take her and run. I can at least get you a head start.”

Maybe their voice was supposed to sound melodious, but to Beetlejuice it grated on his ears. Then again, maybe it wasn't the voice, but what they were saying.

The superior attitude was one thing; he'd expect nothing less from a being that spent their days licking the feet of their god. But the distain. The utter scorn that dripped off them was palatable. This angel that was supposed to be forgiving and the embodiment of love treated Dewey like a toddler. Worse than that, they dismissed Molly as if she was nothing.

He growled so low in his chest it was more a vibration than a sound. The flexing of Dewey's wings covered the slight noise of it. He liked that Dewey had made a stand, and although it was noble to hear the guardian angel offer to take the brunt of whatever was going to come next, Beetlejuice had doubts the match up would be even remotely fair.

He'd give the trespasser a run for their money, though. No way a snotty angel was going to come in here and throw their weight around when Dewey'd made it clear he didn't want any part of celestial bullshit any more.

In three steps he was at Dewey's side, still slightly crouched. If it made him look more dangerous, like a snake coiled to strike, all the better.

He stared the angel directly in their shining face, and snarled,

 "Fuck. Off."

Take her and run? Molly groaned, nearly rolling her eyes despite the bizarre situation. What an archaic, chauvinistic response. She wasn't about to allow herself to be escorted away like some fragile maiden, especially not now. Life had taken everything from her, everyone she had loved or cared for, and after ages of loneliness and solitude, Death gave something back. An angel and a demon. It wasn't what she had expected, but it was hers. They were hers. And she would be damned--quite literally in this case--if she'd let them go without a fight.

Physically, Molly knew there was nothing she could do against a divine being. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she scrambled to her altar, flipping through her grimoire. The spell she had been looking for when Dewey had first arrived specified that guardian angels couldn't be banished. But an angel with no ties to her? She might have a chance.

Fortunately for her, the angel's focus was centered on the two inhumans, not considering for a moment that the girl might pose a threat.

"You dare speak to me, demon? I should have stepped in the moment you polluted the air here with your presence. Perhaps then my subordinate would have not been tempted to rebel.” They raised a hand, their fingers long and slender and glowing, aimed like a weapon straight at Beetlejuice’s chest. “No matter. I’ll suffer your impertinence no longer.”

A golden spear, or at least concentrated light in the shape of one, appeared in their hand, then with an air of one swatting a pesky fly, they loosed it directly at the demon.

Dewey’s eyes widened as he saw the bolt gather in their hand, knew what an attack like that would do; angels like this didn’t aim to wound or incapacitate, they went straight for the kill. Without a thought, with only a split second to act, he jumped in the path of the spear, taking the brunt of the hit, though a fragment broke off and struck the eastern wall, the glass in the window shattering as bits of drywall scattered across the floor.

To him, that attack wasn’t fatal, but that didn’t keep it from hurting like a son of a bitch, and he dropped to his knees, wings drawn tight to his body as he cried out. His mouth filled with fluid, and he coughed, a bit shocked to see bright blood spatter across the carpet. Frantic, he looked up to make sure nothing had hit Molly, was relieved to see that she was unhurt, and got shakily back to his feet.

“How did I ever believe you douchebags were righteous?”

How had he never seen it before, the hypocrisy, the snobbish air of superiority, the disdain for anything that wasn’t them? Humans were to be guarded, protected, but they’d just spoken to Molly as if she were . . . as if she were nothing. They’d launched an attack with her in the room, uncaring for her safety. If she had been hit . . .!

“Get out of here,” he said softly to the demon, his wings slowly unfurling again to hide him from the angel’s wrath.

He couldn’t fight, wasn’t built for it nor trained for it; aside from his bare hands, he had no weapons to speak of. However, when it came to celestial fury, he was a bit more durable than a demon would be. There was no doubt that he didn’t stand a chance against his superior, and would more than likely be killed. But if the two of them escaped, it would be worth it. He could at least die knowing the truth, that these higher celestials simply didn’t give a damn.

“Beetlejuice. Get Molly and go.”

Pushed off balance by Dewey throwing himself in front of him and taking the hit intended for him, Beetlejuice was shoved back and, on all fours, caught himself by digging his nails into the carpet, leaving furrows. Dewey had saved him--that fact echoed through his brain. The celestial weapon obviously hurt. The guardian angel had curled tightly on himself, and Beetlejuice didn't miss seeing the blood that fell from his mouth.

He almost grinned hearing Dewey deride the being still looking over the three of them with contempt. But when Molly's guardian's wings opened again, and the order was given to go, it was plain he'd planned to sacrifice himself for the two of them. The start of the grin was replaced with a shake of his head, which Dewey couldn't see.

Through a mouthful of teeth that had become sharp points, Beetlejuice replied quietly to the angel,

"With all due respect, baby, that's not going to fucking happen."

Without waiting for a response, Beetlejuice scrambled forward on all fours, skidding under Dewey's wings--the feathers left soft burning trails where they touched skin--and launched himself at the taller angel.

A flash of pointed teeth and an inhuman murmur was all the warning he had before Beetlejuice lunged for the angel, loping forward on all fours like an animal. Dewey winced as he healed, the injury sustained from the burst knitting together as he stumbled forward toward the grappling pair. He had to help, had to do something, angels like this were trained to kill demons without mercy or hesitation. It was his duty to protect his charge, and unfettered by the chains of angelic bureaucracy, he could now extend that protection to the things she held dear. Despite the dire situation, Dewey had to admit that it felt good to act as he wanted for once. Beetlejuice rushed the trespasser and had the satisfaction of surprising them, springing forward and knocking them off balance. This fucking angel wanted to loose holy weapons? He'd bring infernal ones. Tentacles, black as pitch, erupted from him, immediately engulfing the angel, doing their best to squeeze the life out of them. Their shadow mass added to his weight, bearing the angel down; Dewey had appeared into the fray atop his boss--ex-boss!--and that helped too.

The demon’s pounce had knocked the angel into the northern wall, and Dewey couldn’t tell which shrieks belonged to who. It was clear that they hadn’t been expecting such a bold attack, but that surprise would only buy them a couple moments’ advantage. Dewey leaped onto the angel’s back, wrenching at the joint of the wings, doing his best to hold on despite the writhing of his adversary.

In rage, the angel’s face seemed to melt into a pillar of white flame, a tremulous, ululating pitch warbling from their form. One hand, similarly sheathed in holy fire, reached back at Dewey trying to pry him from their wings, while its twin closed around a writhing black mass that had seemed to spring from the demon’s back. There was a sickening squelch and the acrid smell of something burning, then the mass was torn from its source, the angel taking advantage of the loosening of the demon’s grip to fling him backward, trailing dark blood.

When the angel dislodged their summoned weapon at Beetlejuice, Molly jolted forward, trying to get to her feet and stumbling over her altar. She cried out, sick with fear, desperate to do something, anything, but Dewey beat her to it, taking the majority of the blow. When a splinter of light ricocheted away from the rest, she screamed, ducking her head as it burst into the wall, leaving a decent hole in the drywall and blowing out the window. It had bounced away from her, thankfully, but she couldn’t have cared less about her own safety, feeling bile rise into her throat at the sight of Dewey spitting blood onto her carpet before getting to his feet, following Beetlejuice’s leap into the fray. She had to do something, and do it fast.

Shaking hands struggled to find the correct page, and it was hard to focus on the words when there were grunts, pained cries, and ear-splitting shrieks sounding from across the room, the house shaking on its foundations as her living room was turned into a biblical battleground. A thread of blood trailed down her lip as she gnawed at it, the pain helping her focus through the terror. The ingredients, while not common for her normal spellwork, were nonetheless easy to find in her stores. All but one. It listed "blood of the enemy" as the catalyst, the binder, the agent that would give the banishment spell its power. At least the book helpfully specified that she would need demon blood. At the top of the page, it specified that this spell was mostly a theory, that angels were wholly benevolent presences and could simply be asked to leave, and that the risk to obtain demon blood was too great. Lucky for her, she had a source. She just had to pray that the spell would actually work.

Beetlejuice laughed, a feral scream of a laugh right in the angel's not-quite there face. Attention divided by trying to dislodge Dewey, who was doing his damnedest to remove a wing, it seemed, and Beetlejuice himself, he leaned forward and bit where anything remotely human would have lips and a nose.

The light he encountered burned like a motherfucker and he threw his head back, regretting his mistake. It served only to draw all the angel's focus on him, and even wrapped so tightly his limbs looked like they'd been dipped in tar the angel managed to twist multiple tentacles in their grip. Wretch mightily, his tentacles were torn from him. He screamed at the pain and automatically curled a little, giving the angel enough leverage to throw him off, to the floor. Blood, darker than what had dripped from Dewey's mouth, splattered on the floor.

A third of his tentacles were still in the angel's grip. From the floor, Beetlejuice watched them wither and turn to dust where there were held by the angel’s hand.

"Please," the angel invited, "do that again so I can absolve you of more of those abominations."

The taunting sneer in their voice made him snarl wordlessly again, and despite feeling slightly crippled, Beetlejuice pushed himself off the carpet and rushed forward again.

Dewey’s grip almost went slack at the sight of those wriggling black shapes that sprouted forth from Beetlejuice’s back, torn apart like party streamers as they threw the demon back, but he tightened his hold, grabbing and twisting until he felt a series of pops within the joint. The angel let loose a shriek of pain that shattered all the glass in the house, bottles of liquor bursting in the cabinets, windows blowing out as one golden wing went horribly askew.

For a moment, Dewey was worried about Beetlejuice, his appendages severed and thrown like a rag doll across the room. But he had to admire the demon’s tenacity, shaking himself off with a snarl and rushing forward again, undaunted. Who would have guessed it, that a guardian angel and a demon would fight side by side against a force of heaven?

However, when Beetlejuice lunged again, the angel held both hands in front of themself, as if to ward him off, and a burst of the same white flame that flickered across their body knocked him to the floor, pinning him there, burning through his shirt and searing the flesh of his chest. Similarly, something grabbed Dewey around the neck and flung him to the ground, pinned right next to the demon, the two of them trapped, powerless.

Beetlejuice rushed forward and suddenly found himself on his back again, held like a moth on a pin. No amount of struggling, even anger and pain fueled struggling, made a difference. He watched Dewey dislocate the fucker's wing and tried to shout something triumphant but the pressure on his chest increased and nothing could be exhaled.

It didn't matter anyway; in the next second the guardian angel was slammed to the floor beside him. The superior angel, their voice dripping with disappointment, contempt, and a little smidgen of glee, produced the implements that would decisively end this fight.

“Enough!” The angel’s scream was piercing, its wing moving back into place with a nauseating crunch. “Enough of this.”

The holy fire ebbed, leaving their featureless form to somehow glower down upon their two pinned adversaries.

“I did hope it wouldn’t come to this, fledgling. It pains my Father to see the underlings fall.”

The tongues of fire that pinned them clinked and rattled like chains as they tightened.

“But being complicit to this stain? Allowing your charge to continue its path into damnation? That would have been disgraceful enough, but then you had to succumb to the sin of lust. You were all too happy to join it on its journey into Hell so long as it looked at you. Pathetic,” it sneered. “Still clinging to the last shreds of your human self. No more. We are well rid of filth like you.”

Those spears appeared in their hands again, aimed at their throats, poised to strike with deadly force. Dewey did the only thing he could think of, and reached over to take Beetlejuice’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

To his surprise, Beetlejuice felt Dewey grab his hand and squeeze. He returned it, and would have smiled if it didn't feel like his chest was about to be crushed.

Molly screamed when Beetlejuice screamed, her fear echoing his pain as he was thrown back. She reached for him, yelling for him to stay put, that she needed something from him, but he either didn’t hear her or ignored her entirely, plunging back into the madness. Damn! She still needed his blood, without it the spell was useless.

Then, she saw the severed, twitching end of one of his tentacles, something she hadn’t even known he’d had. Though, as she watched him fight, she began to notice more and more demonic attributes. Sharper teeth, longer nails, increased agility. And that wriggling mass, bursting from his spine, like a mockery of angelic wings. Thinking quickly, she darted forward and nabbed the bit of flesh, cold as ice in her hands and covering her fingers in a slick, greasy ichor.

“Sorry, Beej,” she muttered as she pulled a small penknife from her keyring, slicing into the severed limb and squeezing as much blood from it as possible, the viscous liquid dripping into the bowl with the rest of the essential herbs. Molly muttered a prayer over it, then used the penknife to prick her own finger, adding a drop of her blood to the concoction and stirring it with her fingers, wincing as it started to sting.

She looked up to see the angel pinning Dewey and Beetlejuice the floor, spitting venom at the two as they conjured the death-dealing weapons to their hands.

“No,” she whispered, dipping her hand into the bowl and sprinting across the room to the angel, which was so focused on its prey that it took no notice of her.

Like an Amazonian warrior, Molly appeared, carrying a bowl that had liquid sloshing from the rim.

“Hey,” she yelled, the featureless face lifting just in time for her to smear the handful of herbs and blood all over it. Baring her teeth, with as much venom as she could muster, she hissed,

 ”Go to hell.”

They screeched as if burned, then in a brilliant burst of flame, they vanished, thrown from the house, leaving the space hauntingly quiet in its absence.

It was gone.

The force of the spell sent her hurtling backwards, landing on her back in a patch of broken glass. She winced as she felt the shards slice through her shirt, hissed at the sting of drawn blood, but she didn’t care about her own pain at the moment, getting to her feet and darting back to them. Molly immediately fell to her knees beside the two, her heart lurching in her chest when she saw scorch marks on Beetlejuice’s chest, similar marks ringing Dewey’s throat.

Beetlejuice didn't release Dewey's hand. He tried to sit up, found that he was too weak, and flopped his free arm towards Molly. He managed that smile when she took it.

"Go to hell," he croaked. "Good one, baby. Sounds like you've got your own action movie catch phrase now."

She took his hand when he reached for her, lifting it to her lips to kiss it briefly. It was a relief to hear him speak, to see his lips quirk up in a smile; if he could make jokes, he was going to be okay.

“Every fight scene needs a Schwarzenegger moment,” she replied, returning his smile with one of her own.

 tbc . . .

[untaemedqueen]

Secret Journey > k.th

Chapter 18. 

I throw myself onto the bed clutching at my phone as it rings. I scramble up to a pillow before answering. “Hi!” I cheer cutely to my wife as she steps into the house. “I’m home.” She says quietly, she looks tired. I frown pulling the phone away so Yuna can see my whole face. I look at the time before frowning. “You must be so tired. It’s 10 am over here so it must be midnight over there.” I say throwing the blanket over me. Her hazel eyes were dim and there were bags under her eyes making my heart hurt. I couldn’t sleep at all last night, thinking of her on the plane alone and on top of that being in bed alone was painful. Yuna gives me a cheery smile before walking past the kitchen and into the long hallway of rooms we have. “I’m okay. Are you okay? Did you sleep?” She asks concerned as I hear the dogs bark happily at her feet. She steps into our bedroom and I smile as she places me down on the night stand as she begins to get undressed. “Yeah, I slept for a little while.” I lie to her before fixing my hair as I look at myself in the small moving icon on the bottom right. “Good, I’m glad. You should be able to sleep without worrying about me.” I roll my eyes at her comment as she takes off her sweat pants. “I always worry about you, you’re my light of life.” I deadpan making Yuna look up and smile at me. “I know, but you shouldn’t be so worried all the time. Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.” She's being so positive I can't help but smile at her. "How's my boy? Show me." I say as she takes off her Fila hoodie. She fixes the phone before turning to the side and showing me her belly. "You have bruises." I say loudly leaning in and looking at her stomach. The sides where Taekwon kicked her were a light shade of purple and yellow. She nods before letting out a shaky sigh. "They're a little tender." She admits before turning back to the camera. "He must have been really frightened to have kicked so hard." I whisper before running my thumb over her belly on the screen. "Yeah. I think so too." She whispers before grabbing the phone and groaning as she sits down on the bed. She points the phone down at her belly and I run my thumb across the screen again before whining out loud. "This is so annoying. Why am I not with you?!" I whine loudly putting my head back. "Just three days." She says before laying down and putting the phone against my pillow to keep it upright. "Did you take your medicine on the plane?" I question her as I make the same motions as her. She nods her head with a tired smile. "Your ankles, how are they? Swollen?" Yuna nods once more as her eyelids get visibly heavy. “Aigo.” I whisper, I begin to hum quietly before switching screens on the phone and accessing the household panel, I lower the lights in the bedroom and Yuna looks up surprised before laughing. “You dimmed the lights?” She asks before yawning. I smile before giving her a yes as I switch back to her now dim face. I begin to hum quietly as the door opens to Jungkook, he opens his mouth but I turn to him and wink putting my finger to my lips. “I love you.” I whisper to my wife, her eyes fall heavily and she mumbles an I love you back as I sing 4 O’Clock quietly. Jungkook enters silently before sitting on the end of the bed and watching me. I sing for a few more seconds before Yuna’s bottom lip falls open a bit letting me know she’s asleep. I put the phone on mute before standing up and grabbing my airpods case. “Aren’t you going to hang up?” Jungkook asks quietly, “I’ll stay on until her phone dies.” I say pulling my right airpod out and putting it in my ear. “We have to get going. Byungchan said to come get you.” I nod to him before looking back down at the screen. “Let’s go, then.” 

We sit on the boardwalk as the guys grab ice cream, the camera crew was changing batteries in the camera as I pull out my phone and put my airpod in my ear. Yuna's breathing was shallow and I smile, the phone had changed position from standing up straight to sagging downward showing me the top half of Yuna's body and almost her full belly. "Aish. My Taekwon-ah. So much work and you aren't even here yet." I mutter gently as Jimin slams his body down next to mine. He takes off his baseball cap before running his fingers through his hair and licking his lips. "What's up?" He asks before peaking down at my phone. "Ah! You're on a video call? Sorry!" I shake my head putting my phone down on my lap. "That's alright. I've been on video with Yuna since 10." Jimin goes wide eyed before snorting. "You've been watching Yuna sleep for five hours?" He asks incredulously, "When I can, yeah." He pulls a face before putting his cap back on. "I wonder if I'll ever fall as deeply in love as you two crazy kids." I nod with a smile. "I know you will, your hearts too big to keep to yourself." Jimin puffs out his cheek as a light skinned girl walks up to us. "Taehyung." She says and I look up confused. "Shooting." I say to the girl as Byungchan walks over. The girl passes me a note and I bow my head to her as she walks off. "What's up with that?" Hoseok asks walking over to us as she ignores everyone else. I open up the note before closing it quickly. It was a blown up picture of Yuna with her legs cut open bleeding on the floor. Her wrists cuffed and hoisted towards the ceiling in that old whorehouse. "HEY!" I scream loudly to the girl as I run towards her. The girl turns around as I run. Namjoon is behind me quickly. "Taehyung!" He calls out of breath as he grabs my arm. I push him off of me as I see red. "WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?!" I scream at the top of my lungs, my lips spitting out foam as I advance on this unknown person. I never EVER in my life thought I would have to see this horrible thing that my wife went through. Jimin and Jungkook hold me back as I finally meet up with the girl. She looks me over, eyes hardened. She drops pictures out of both her pants pockets before smiling at me and turning away. "YAH!" I screech loudly dropping to my knees and picking up the folded pieces of paper. "Excuse me!" Namjoon says loudly in English making the girl stop in her tracks. "Who are you? What do you want?!" He asks angrily as I snatch all the pieces of paper off the floor. "I want her to pay." Namjoon mumbles to me in Korean, "I'll pay you! Don't show these to anyone!" I say holding up my hands begging. These pictures of Yuna could not get out. I haven't even opened them but I could imagine how horrible they are. Byungchan is next to me quickly before stepping in front of us with Namjoon. "I don't want your stupid money!" She says pointing at me with narrowed eyes. "I want Yuna to know that she fucked me over. After she left I had to be the beaten up little rag doll! And, like that, she got away and was able to be happy. What about me? You take those pictures back to that filthy bitch and you tell her that she's responsible for my death." Namjoon whispers audibly to me before a man jogs up behind the light skinned white girl. He grips her by the neck and she flinches momentarily before turning stone faced once more. "You tell Yuna that she has blood on her hands and she should die a million deaths before EVER enjoying her life." She screams loudly as the man drags her away with him. I look at her wide eyed before swallowing, a chill shakes my body as my skin raises goosebumps. "Fucking psychopath." I mutter before opening up the pieces of paper. All different pictures of Yuna in pain and bleeding, not just from her thighs but from her head and mouth and various other places you wouldn't dare to talk about. I groan loudly before closing them up. I fall back on my backside before feeling utter disgust roll over my like a wave. I bend over and throw up shivering as Jimin picks up the pictures and shoves them in his bag as the wind picks up. "Don't look at them anymore!" He says worried as Yoongi and Jin hoist me to my feet. "Where did she get those pictures?" I whisper before bending over and throwing up once more. My chest racking as my body jolts in disgust. Hoseok holds out water caressing my back as I stumble to keep on my feet. "Who was that bitch?" I spit at the floor before grabbing the water bottle. Who the fuck was that and how did she have those pictures? 

 I sit on the back patio watching my phone as Yuna walks around with the camera. My left hand pressed to my temple as I watch her with sullen eyes. "Baby?" I call to her quietly, she looks up from brushing Yeontan before smiling and tilting her head. "I love you." I whisper as Jimin throws the pictures into the bon fire pit on the floor. Yuna smiles cheerily. "I love you too, baby." Jungkook throws a match into the fire place and I watch as the paper starts the burn and turn black on the edges. I don't know who that woman is but she better stay the fuck away from us. We all agreed not to tell Yuna, she has too much on her plate already. How did this girl find us and know who we were and what Yuna was up to? She must be from the whorehouse Yuna was subjected to earlier in her life. I tilt my head before guzzling some of my wine. I just need to get home, this is all too much. "Have any plans for today?" I ask my wife as she lays back on our living room couch. She snorts before rolling my eyes, "I'm on vacation. All I want to do is relax at home and watch my dramas." I smile at her before nodding. Good, I don't want her to go outside while I'm not there. "You're grounded, until I come back." I say pretending to be stern. Yuna laughs before resting her head on the large couch cushion. "Grounded? What am I twelve?" Yuna asks playfully, "You better rest in bed. Until I get home, you are stuck in that house." She salutes me before rubbing her belly. "Yes sir, I'll stay home till you get back." I give a nod of contentment before finishing off my glass of wine. Byungchan steps out of the house, "One minute babe." I say to Yuna before putting her on mute. "Taehyung, you have a visitor." I swallow as Byungchan points to the door. The girl from earlier stands in a small maroon dress staring at the floor. With her was the Asian girl from the airport we had met while we were in New York, her name was Anna, I believe. The guys begin to mumble quietly to each other and I clear my throat before unmuting my phone. “Baby, I’ll call you back in a little bit, hmm? Gotta have a meeting about tomorrow’s shoot.” Yuna nods before smiling. “Love you!” She says happily as Mochi climbs onto the couch. “I love you both.” I say before ending the call quickly and pulling up the hood of my hoodie. “Namjoon hyung, will you come with me?” I ask him as he watches the girl from across the bonfire. His eyes lit up in the fiery glow of the pit. “Of course.” He mumbles before standing up tall, his eyes narrowing at the small girls inside the rented house. I step inside the house before looking at Anna.

Anna bows her head to me and I do the same curtly moving my hand to point to the wicker chaired alcove near the corner of the house. It was jam packed with our suitcases but the wicker chairs were still available for sitting. Namjoon walks behind me as Anna pulls the white girl by her wrist, tugging harshly. I grab the bottle of wine from the living room table as we pass by it. My God, I’ll need the alcohol. “Anna, right?” I ask, she looks up and nods as Namjoon asks her. Her facial expression was embarrassed, as if she was in front of her parents after she had done something wrong. But, there was also something else to it. Something I couldn’t put my finger on, anger? Resentment? Disgust? Something along those lines. “Sit down.” Anna seethes through her teeth to the girl. The girl does as told before Anna sits down next to her in the wicker chair. Namjoon and I filling out the wicker love seat as he closes the blinds to the room. There is palpable silence in the room as we stare at each other, eyes flickering between everyone’s faces. Anna opens her mouth first, “I’m sorry.” She says loudly, Namjoon whispers next to me as I pour some wine into a paper cup. I set the bottle down before looking at the girl who ruined my day. “Why are you apologizing for her?” I ask Yuna’s friend. My brain was a muddle of emotions. I had so many questions but my pride wouldn’t let them come out and sound like a kid. “She’s not in her right mind, she’s been off her medication for a while and he didn’t know. Those pictures she has no one will EVER see them. She knows that, don’t you Bianca.” Anna says before finishing the sentence through clenched teeth. Bianca pulls at the hem of her dress not responding. “Bianca!” Anna says before raising her hand, Bianca cowers, her figure turning smaller as she ducks her head, her dirty blonde hair falling into her face before nodding. “Y-Yes. No one will see.” Namjoon whispers in my ear as I watch the interaction. There really is something wrong with this girl then. “I would never let anything happen to Yuna, I love her. She’s like my older sister, my family. I’ll never let those things come out to the public.” I breathe a sigh of relief before sipping on my wine. “Why are you in Turks and Caicos?” I ask as Namjoon translates, his body sagging into the pillow as he feels comfort from Anna’s words. “It’s like a...business trip? We come here every year for training. This was one of the places that Yuna liked to go every year so maybe she suggested it for you all. I mean, technically it is healing when you’re in our field of work. Although I have no idea how Bianca even found you.” Anna stops for a second as Namjoon translates for me, I pull my hood down and shake my wavy hair before staring at Bianca intently. “How did you find us?” I ask before setting my cup down. She makes eye contact with me before looking down at her bare feet. “Answer.” Anna says folding her arms and tilting her body. She had an aura of authority on her now, not like when we were at the airport. “Bianca. Answer!” Anna says exasperatedly, Bianca opens her mouth before flinching as Anna shifts. “The beach. I saw on the beach, I saw Yuna and him laughing days ago. I heard his name.” Bianca says quickly before bowing her head deeper. “Where’d you find those pictures?” Anna asks crossing her legs. “Boss’ computer.” Anna nods as Namjoon tells me. I sigh before closing my eyes. “Those pictures, they cannot get out. If they do Yuna’s life will be changed forever.” Anna nods seriously before leaning back casually. “They won’t come out, you have my word.” Anna did seem trustworthy, this other girl Bianca did not. "And her?" I ask, I vowed when I first debuted to not hold grudges or get angry to the point of where it could possibly show for the cameras but today had broken me of that. I hated this girl and how her mind could do this to someone. Sick or not I couldn't help it, she was a horrible person. "Answer." Anna says as she grabs a paper cup and pouring herself some wine. Anna shoves Bianca's arm. "Hello?!" Anna yells, Bianca looks up at me nervously and nods. "I won't put them out. I'm sorry." I clear my throat before crossing my legs. Namjoon does the same as the boys come in from outside. "Yuna has a lot of people behind her and we won't tolerate threats!" Jungkook screams as he walks up past the living room towards the kitchen making me smirk. That boy would do anything for his noona. Namjoon translates and Bianca nods sullenly. "It's not like I hate Yuna. It's that she left and I became the next Yuna... I'm sorry." Bianca whispers picking at her nails, Namjoon translates and I nod understanding. "I'm sorry you have to be there at all. But, Yuna getting away and getting to be happy should not be threatened because you feel some way." Bianca swallows as Anna sips from her cup and eyes her wearily. "We're getting her prescription refilled. She won't continue to act this way. I'm sorry, again. We won't take up your time." I shake my head as she stands up and bows slightly. Jimin peaks in and bows to Anna making her blush and smile. "Nice to see you." Jimin whispers in English, I raise an eyebrow as he scurries away. Anna giggles before pulling Bianca up by her elbow. "Apologize, again so we can leave." Bianca mutters an 'I'm sorry' and I nod before standing and bowing to Anna. "I'm happy Yuna has a friend like you even if she doesn't see you. If you're in Korea sometime let's all get together." I tell Anna which Namjoon translates making her smile widely. She nods quickly before grabbing Bianca's wrist. She pulls her almost inhumanely towards the door before bowing to the other members as we exit the wicker chaired room. "Anna, thank you!" I say loudly on English making her turn her head. She gives me a pleasant smile before slipping on her heels. "Get going." She says to Bianca as she opens the door. "Bye!" Jimin calls cutely making her ears turn red as she exits without turning around. "At least we're safe." Namjoon says loudly before trudging over to the fridge and grabbing a beer. "If it wasn't for Anna, I don't know what we would have done." I say sincerely as I pull my phone out of my pocket. "Jimin, what was that? You like that girl?" Hoseok asks with a laugh as he turns on the pilot light of the stove. "It's Anna. I don't know, it felt comfortable since she knows Yuna." Hoseok hums in amusement as I scroll through my phone. "I'm going to call Yuna. Let me know when dinner is ready?" I ask turning to them. "Are you going to tell her what happened?" Jin hyung asks me, I finish the wine in my paper cup before looking back at him. "Yuna will never know of this. She doesn't need stress of any kind ever."

I lay in bed as Yuna reads a book to her bare tummy. A small smile plays on my lips as she growls loudly as the tiger in the book. My hand rests underneath my head as the bedroom door opens, Jimin comes in with a bowl of ramyeon for me placing it on the side table. I sigh contently watching my wife read to my unborn son. Yuna looks up before spotting Jimin in the background, “Chim!” Yuna says loudly before waving, he smiles all teeth and no eyes before waving. “Hey!” He says before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I sit up putting a pillow behind my phone showing both of us in view. “How’s Korea?” Jimin asks as I grab my bowl of ramyeon. I smile at their interaction before eating. “It’s okay. But, it’s weird not being with you all. I feel like I have no purpose or something.” Jimin snorts before lifting his head. “You’re Taekwonnies mom, how could you have no purpose?” Jimin asks accusatory making Yuna laugh. “You know what I mean!” I slurp some noodles as Yuna grabs a bag of chips. “Yah. Stop eating so much unhealthy stuff. Taekwon is going to come out thirty pounds.” I chide my wife as she pats her belly. She rolls her eyes at me as the bag squeaks open. “When I get back you’re in trouble.” I say to her pointing my chopsticks at my phone. She looks at me with a blank face. “I’m frightened.” She deadpans making Jimin laugh loudly throwing his head back and smacking my knee. I snort before continuing to eat. “How’s everything going over there? Is filming okay?” Well apart from some crazy psycho bitch trying to expose the worst times of your life, it’s great. “We’re doing fine.” Jimin says stiffly. Yuna nods unsuspectingly before sitting up on the couch. “I’m going to go take a shower and head off to bed. Yuna, Taekwon-ah. Goodnight!” Jimin cheers cutely waving both of his hands in tandem before standing up off the bed. Yuna waves to him as she munches on a chip. I finish my ramyeon in a flash before laying down with a grunt. “After we hang up and I go to sleep I’ll see you in two days instead of three.” Yuna smiles widely nodding. “I miss you.” She murmurs affectionately. “I miss you, too baby. More than you could ever know.” Just two days Taehyung, just two.

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

5. Two Choices

Ivy's expression twisted into one of pure irritation when Dr. Stevens left her side yet again to pull another tool. How many did he have back there? She could hear him moving things around. They clinked and thumped, the small sounds threatening and unfriendly to her ears. The more she listened to what sounded like indecision and hovering between equally frightening items, the more irate she became.

"Can we cut the games and get to it? I'm fuckin shakin and tired of being anxious."

"My bad, maybe you could help me choose."

Ivy waited as he came into view, hands behind his back. She rolled her eyes.

"Aight. So you have two choices."

Bringing one hand forward, he revealed a large blade causing Ivy's chest to sink.

"Option one's this bowie knife I picked up in Tijuana. It's about eight inches long, two inches broad, quarter of an inch thick." He tossed it up causing Ivy to flinch, before he caught it effortlessly, swinging it through the air for a flourish. "It's kinda rough, but as you've seen, I can be gentle."

Ivy frowned at his zeal. He obviously couldn't wait to use that thing. It looked like a pirate's knife, the thick blade sweeping and arching into a sharp point.

"Is option two a knife?"

He revealed yet another knife and she sighed feeling wetness form at the outer corners of her eyes.

"Option two is a skinning knife. Do I.. really need to explain this one?" He smirked.

She refused to break down in front on him, shaking her head as she swallowed her bottom lip. Breaking down would be what he wanted.

"Instead of choosing between knives.. Why don't you give me an option between what you plan to do with the knives?"

He hesitated, his small eyes narrowing on hers and Ivy could feel her heart beating in her chest.

"Okay.. Little Ivy. We'll do this your way." He lowered the knives, hands loose at his sides and his evil eyes gleamed. She felt another chill in her spine.

"Choose. Would you rather I peel back the skin on your fingers or should I split that little pink tongue of yours in half? You'd look sexy with a forked tongue."

Ivy was faced with an impossible decision and her mind swam with even worse responses. But what could she say or do to stop this?

"You have two whole assistants just chillin out there. Why you don't cut up one of them?"

"Tuh.. What makes you think I haven't?" His gaze dug into her and she stared back into the abyss that was his madness, judgement and confusion clear on her crinkled brow.

"DRAYA, ARAYA GET IN HERE," he yelled, still fixated on Ivy and her squinted eyes of judgement. She couldn't hide the fact that she was appalled by him and if she had to be mutilated, then she wouldn't hide it. She wanted him to see just how disgusted she was, despite his evil glare.

"Yes, Dr. Stevens," the voices chirped in unison from behind Ivy. She maintained the dentist's eye contact as he ordered them to stand together to her left.

"Take your clothes off. Show Ms. Stevens... my art."

Ivy heard the twins' movements and the light sounds of clothing shifting, twisting, pulling, and dropping to the ground. Erik's hand extended gesturing for Ivy to look to her left.

She gasped as she viewed the scarred and marred bodies of the twins. The patterns on their deep brown bodies nearly mirrored each other as though he'd done them simultaneously.

"See the name on their left asscheeks? It says Erik Stevens 2016. I always sign my work. Those were done with my branding iron .. I just liked how it looked. The flesh gets a little gummy when you use an iron though, so that was a two-time deal. I won't be branding you."

"So she gets the handwritten autograph!? Dr. Stevens, it's not fair," Saraya turned to pout, her small breasts perky and exposed. There was a heart that had been carved onto her chest between her boobs, but it was healed. "I want another design, now. Before she gets it. I want your name by your hand."

"Oh you swear you're the favorite," Draya sneered turning halfway to face her sister.

"I am the favorite. He did mine first."

"That doesn't m-"

"Ladies," Erik interrupted, "Turn around," he mouthed twirling his finger in a circular motion. The twins eyed each other in silent communication before returning to their original positions facing the computer and the wall.

Ivy gave a sarcastic smile.

"You can see I carved an image on their backs too and when they come together..," catching his drift, they inched closer together, pressing their arms and shoulders together, "It makes-"

"A cat," Ivy muttered.

"A jaguar." Erik frowned looking at the scars on the women's backs, his jaw going slack with his focus. "Does it really not look like a jaguar?"

Ivy looked at his face as he questioned his work, twisting a few of the hairs of his beard in his fingertips. Her eyes flashed between him and the two women and a reckless idea hit her.

"It really doesn't look like a jaguar, but I feel like it could if you put some spots on it or something. You see what I'm sayin," she squinted.

He stared at his work tilting his head to the side in assessment while Ivy heald her breath in attempt to appear calm.

"Actually.. if I could.. I'd like to help. I'm a pretty good artist. We could collab."

---

Erik's eyes met hers wondering what it was she had up her sleeve. She didn't seem to be into this form of art. She didn't appreciate it and suddenly she wanted to participate. She had an ulterior motive, that was obvious. She wanted to escape.

As much as he didn't want that, everytime he looked at the twins' scars, they looked wrong and he felt a strong urge to fix them. It couldn't be ignored.

"Wait, it's.. I though it was a bobcat," Araya frowned looking back. She reached back in attempt to feel the ridges.

"I told you that was stupid," Draya sneered. Erik was conflicted.

"You can make it look more like a jaguar," he asked Ivy directly. He needed to be sure. He'd trust her if she could do it.

"I can," her brows raised confidently. He gave her a long look wondering if she'd try to run, ultimately deciding to risk it for the sake of his art.

Using the bowie knife, he held it up closely to her face.

"Behave..," he mouthed making sure she understood. She nodded and he couldn't see anything particulary treacherous in her beautiful green mossy sunflower eyes.

The tip of his blade trailed from her cheek to her top and then bottom lip. He watched the indentation. If he pressed just a little more, he'd see her pretty red blood.

"Dr. Stevens, us first! We've been with you longer. I'm the number one." It was Araya again. She was always the needy one if anything.

"Fine," he sighed. He cut through the ropes that were holding Ivy's ankles. She didn't move a muscle so he went to her knees. Again, she didn't move. He cut her arms, shoulders, and waist free. She was no longer bound as the red rope fell to the floor. He handed her the bowie knife nodding toward the twins.

"Here she comes," Draya whispered in Araya's ear. She was excited and prepared, but Araya kissed her teeth.

"I don't want her, I want Dr. Stevens. She can tell him what to do, but I don't want this bitch-"

---

Before the girl could finish her sentence, Ivy had thrown her knife as hard, as quickly, as skillfully, and as unpredictably as she could. She didn't even look to see if it hit him, she ran as fast as she could go, booking to the front and with shaking fingers unlocked the door barreling it open. Without her keys and phone, she couldn't drive. She ran straight to the next business and when it was locked, she ran as fast as she could to get behind the building to avoid running pass the entrance of the dentist's office. She didn't need them to see her. She prayed hard to God that they didn't catch her when she ran behind the building back where she came from, slid down the tall grassy hill, and ran into traffic, gauging the speed of the cars. Having been on that road plenty of times, she knew the speed limit was 55. Luckily, she made it across, hopping the median to get across the other lanes with her short, thick body.

By the time she reached the nearly abandoned steakhouse on the opposite side of the road, her short legs felt like lead. She'd almost had a heat stroke.

"Dammit," she panted shielding her eyes with her hand to look back at the brick building. The sun was high and Erik standing out front with his arms crossed, watching her. Her heart still pounded and she was building a sweat, but she was in one piece.

Turning back to the steakhouse, she exhaled grabbing her knees and prayed that it was open.

"Please, please, oh please, oh please," she panted walking up the wooden ramp to try the double-door. She almost fell to the ground in despair when it wouldn't open. The tears that threatened the outer corners of her eyes finally decided to fall and then she did sink to the ground. She didn't have the strength in her legs to run anywhere else, but she couldn't stay there. She had to hitchhike.. something.. and fast.

"SHIT," she flinched, her heart nearly exploding as she saw the pale face through the glass door. She dropped her arms and the side of the door she hadn't pulled popped open with the jingle of a bell.

"Hello, Miss, you okay?" It was a middle aged Asian man and he seemed very concerned that she was on the ground crying at the door. "You need something?"

Her jaw dropped and she looked at him as though he were an angel, rushing to her feet and grabbing his arms.

"Miss, I call police for you." Pushing her off of himself, he gave her a look that said she was insane before he walked away gesturing for her to wait.

When she looked around, there was a young white couple sitting at a table eating fried rice and sushi. Two more white women sat at a different table and for the first time... Ivy felt safer in a room with no black people.

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[carry-on-my-pretty-weeper]

Nothing To Do With Lover Boy

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Montgomery de la Cruz, Reader

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: mentions of blood, being trapped, crying, and breaking up

Request: Anon- Hiii❣️❣️ I’m just obsessed with your writing it’s amazing! I especially loved your recent “Xoxo Gossip Girls” Monty one he’s my fave.. would u be willing to do one for me?? reader x Monty, Maybe along the break-up & make-up type of scenario like they have a fight but then realize that there’s nobody else they’d rather be with so they get back together (honestly I don’t care if u don’t use that I just need a make up sex thing lol😉) pretty pls?

Author’s Note: fair warning I don’t really write smut because it’s not something I’m comfortable writing, not that there’s anything wrong with it. power out to those who do write it but for me I don’t so there’ll be heavy affection but no smut sorry. but I’m so glad to be back, I missed you guys!!

“Are you being serious Monty? You couldn’t tell she was flirting with you?” you asked in utter disbelief. You had just come back from one of Monty’s baseball games and this bitch was all over him. But your boyfriend did nothing to stop it.

“Y/n you’re just overreacting,” he huffed rolling his eyes. He didn’t. He didn’t just say those infuriating words to you. Unfortunately, for him, he did.

“Oh you think I’m overreacting? I’ll show you overreacting,” you said as you grabbed your jacket.

His face turned from annoyed to confused. “Where are you going?” he questioned standing up from his couch.

“I’m leaving. We’re done Montgomery. If you aren’t going to take me seriously or even listen to me, we’re over,” you stated as you felt a lump start to form in your throat. No, not here. Not in front of him.

“Y/n wait-” but before he can finish his sentence you slammed the door behind you. Stomping the entire way home you fall on your bed and scream into your pillow. Why was he so fucking dumb? Couldn’t he see she was literally all over him? Why did you break up with him? Your phone screen lit up distracting you from your internal screaming, it was a text from Alex. He asked if you were going to the party. Seeing that you no longer had plans you said yes. You were going to stay in with your boyfriend ex boyfriend but seeing that you just broke up all you wanted to do right now was get drunk and party with friends. Leafing through your closet you grabbed a red dress that came up to your mid thigh and put on a lacy black choker. Quickly applying some makeup you marched out the door.

You arrived at the party and made a beeline to the kitchen where you found the alcohol. Vodka sounded like a good option. Pouring it in a red solo cup you scanned the room. You saw the ever famous good boy Atkins, Sherri, and...Clay. Interesting he didn’t go to many parties. Walking over to him you struck up a conversation. He seemed a bit nervous; most guys were when they talked to you. Montgomery made sure of that. But you weren’t his anymore. So you could do whatever you wanted. Although there wasn’t much you wanted to do. Alex found you and joined the conversation as Clay wandered off. Probably looking for Hannah. “So where’s Monty? I thought you two were joined at the hip or somewhere a lot less appropriate,” he said cheekily. Normally you would’ve laughed but right now was a bit different.

“We actually broke up like an hour ago,” you replied as you downed your vodka. His smirk quickly turned into a frown.

“What?”

“You heard me, we broke up,” you repeated wishing you had more alcohol in your system.

“I thought tha-” But before he can finish his sentence you hear a round of cheers. Turning around you see Montgomery enter the house. His teammates clapped him on his back as they talked about the game. He nodded absentmindedly before he caught eyes with you. Tearing your eyes away you travel back to the kitchen. Instead of filling up your cup you drank the alcohol straight from the bottle. The warm liquid burned your throat but you didn’t care.

“Woah there tiger,” a voice said weakly, “You might want to slow down.” Turning to face Montgomery you glared daggers into his soul.

“You aren’t my boyfriend anymore, you can’t tell me what to do.” His face falls before looking up at you again.

“I couldn’t tell you what to do when we, uh, were together,” he chuckled sadly as he put his hands in his pockets. “Y/n, c-can we please talk?”

“You want to talk? Sorry I don’t think it’s a good idea, I might overreact again,” you spit like venom. Tilting the bottle up you take another swig of vodka. “I’ve got to go Montgomery.” Leaving the kitchen you looked around for Alex until you found him talking to Justin. As soon as you reached them all conversation died. Looking from an awkward Justin to an uncomfortable Alex you sighed. “You told him?”

“Y/n I think you need to talk to him. I’m sure whatever he did he didn’t mean, you know how he-” Interrupting Justin’s speech with a hand you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance with the other.

“I know you want to defend Montgomery because he’s your friend but right now is not the time Justin.”

“But Y/n-”

“It’s not the time!” you snapped with tears beginning to well up in your eyes. “Fuck.” You turned away from them to collect yourself. Taking a deep breath you face them again. “Monty and I...we-we had a good run. But everything ends.”

“Okay,” he said shifting his weight.

“Where’s your bathroom?” you asked wanting a moment to yourself.

“Upstairs the second door on the right,” he said obviously biting back more words.

“Thanks.” Brushing past them you walk up the stairs and entered a master bedroom. You walked into the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Get yourself together, nothing lasts forever. You need to get over Montgomery. Just as you were finishing your pep talk you heard the door open.

“Where did you say the beers were?” You heard an unmistakable voice. Pushing open the door you saw Montgomery and listened to the door slam shut behind him. “Y/n?” he questioned confused but you ignored him and pounded on the door.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?” you shouted through the door.

“We aren’t lettin’ you guys out until you solve your issues!” Justin shouted back at you.

“Justin Foley! I swear to god if you don’t open this fucking door I’ll fucking castrate you in your goddamn sleep!” you yelled with a voice filled with promise.

“Y/n maybe you shoul-” Montgomery tried to reason.

“Did you plan this?” You spun around suddenly giving him a look viciousness.

“Lover boy had nothing to do with it,” Zach piped in. Fucking jocks. Letting out a huff of anger from your nostrils Montgomery looked at you with an apologetic face.

“Zach, Justin may not have common sense but I bet you do right? Let me out and I won’t have to make your head into a basket.” You could feel his uneasiness from the other side of the door.

“Sorry Y/n, not this time,” he stated trying to overconfidently hide his fear. Hitting the door with your hand you immediately regret your decision.

“Ah, fuck!” you exclaimed grasping your hand gingerly. Crimson trickled from your knuckle that happened to catch a nail.

“Y/n are you okay?” Montgomery asked getting closer as concern crossed his face. He reached out to inspect your hand but you stopped him quickly.

“I’m okay,” you assured him unconvincingly. Mostly due to the fact that your face pinched up in pain when you were talking.

“Y/n are you serious? You’re bleeding!” he argued as he gave you puppy dog eyes. The ones that make you melt into a puddle everytime. “Let me help you Y/n/n.”

“Montgomery...”

“Look you hit your right hand, right? You’ll be using your weak hand to do everything and-”

“Fine. Fine! You can help me,” you said as you let him lead you back into the bathroom. He held your hand under warm water and dabbed it gently with a cloth. He was treating you so tenderly like you were a frightened animal.

When you winced he stopped immediately as concern crossed his face. “Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?” he asked as you sheepishly shook your head no.

“I’m okay,” you responded as you scrunched up your nose. It was an embarrassing habit that you had which showed that you were flustered. He knew this. You knew he knew this. He knew that you knew that he knew this. But were either one of you going to address it? It certainly wasn’t going to be you. So the two of you sat in silence until Monty finished caring for you. When you looked down you saw your hand dry and bandaged.

“There...all fixed,” Monty replied with an awkward smile. He reluctantly pulled away from your hand as you inspected it.

“Thanks Monty,” you stated as silence once again washed over the both of you. He looked up at you hopefully as you glanced away. “What?”

“It’s just, uh, that’s the first time you’ve called me Monty since we broke up.” Thinking about it he was right. You called him Montgomery whenever you were mad at him. Monty was too lovey for you when you were angry so Montgomery it was.

“Oh.”

“Y/n/n can we please, please talk about it?” he begged as he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes again. You finally caved and nodded your head.

“...Okay,” you said as you threaded your fingers through your hair.

“I don’t think that we should break up. When that girl was talking to me I didn’t care because I was so focused on you that everything around me melted away. You were the only one I cared about in that moment so when that girl was talking to me I-I don’t know... I know I was being a bad boyfriend when I didn’t listen to you but that’s cause it’s impossible for me to have eyes for someone else. But I know I suck and-”

“Monty shut up.”

“What?” he asked confused as he looked at you with panic in his red rimmed eyes.

“I said shut up,” you replied as tears flooded your vision, “You weren’t being a bad boyfriend I was being jealous. I just, I don’t know seeing a girl all over you I saw red an-and-and,” you ranted as you started hyperventilating.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he mumbled as he pulled you into his arms, you could feel tears of his own wet your shirt. Your breathing evened out and you relaxed in his arms. He wiped your tears away as you sniffled. “I’ll forgive you if you forgive me? Even though I’m the bigger douc-”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you laughed through the tears. Cupping your face in his hands he gives you a gentle kiss as if you were a piece of the glass that he was trying not to break. Deepening it with an urgency you didn’t know you felt he held your waist as he tried to steady you on your tippy toes. Pulling away he looked down at you with adoration in his eyes.

“God I know it had only been a couple of hours but fuck I missed you,” he breathed out as he stroked your cheek. He rested his forehead on yours as you let out another laugh.

“I missed you too Monty,” you confessed before bringing him down for another heated kiss. His left hand came up to thread itself in your hair. You let out an involuntary sound but before you were satisfied the door opened interrupting the two of you.

“They’re all good! Just fucking!” Justin yelled with a shit eating grin on his face. Turning to him with a smile as sharp as knives you stepped toward him.

“Just because me and Monty made up doesn’t mean I’m finished with you Foley,” you articulated as he took a visible gulp and bolted. You ran after him as Monty chuckled now alone in the bathroom. That’s his girl.

[marril96]

Tonight

Chapter 8: Total Eclipse of the Heart

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Characters: Rowena, reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a happy, carefree outing. After tonight, however, nothing will ever be the same for you and Rowena.

A/N: Huge thanks to @lordhellebore for helping me with Latin!

Editor: @rowenaisfabulous

EARLIER…

For a few moments everything was quiet. A cold, deafening calm settled on the nightclub. Not even a breath could be heard, or a heartbeat. Nothing. As if time had frozen, enveloped the world into stillness.

Then Rowena screamed, the magic that had built up inside of her tearing free. Bursting from its prison, finally unleashed. Wild. Unpredictable. Deadly.

She'd saved up spells for this very moment. Rehearsed them in her mind, went over every word of Latin, and made sure her pronunciation would be perfect and to the point. Yet, now that she was finally unchained, finally free of the iron that contained her, it was as if her mind were a blank, wiped clean of everything but one word: die.

She wanted the hunters to die. Wanted the Lumberjack and especially Mike to die. Painfully. Brutally. She wanted them to suffer, to spend their last moments in agony, for what they did — what they all collectively did — was unforgivable. They needed to pay.

All those lives lost. Your body wounded and mind broken. Rowena's heart shattered. All because of them.

They needed to reap what they sowed.

An eye for an eye.

A wound for a wound.

A life for a life.

Rowena's magic listened. It heard her call and listened, and broke out to fulfill its mission. To enact its revenge for being caged. For being unable to protect her when she needed it the most.

She stilled. The hands that gripped her arms mere moments ago were gone, their owners having backed away.

Smart boys.

It wouldn't save them, though. Nothing could save them anymore.

Muscles taut, body stiff as a statue, Rowena called on her magic once more. The familiar warmth washed over her, filled up her veins, spread over her body like welcome poison. Her skin tingled as energy rushed through her like electricity, tiny sparks tickling her skin, caressing it.

Home.

It felt like home.

Even as it twisted and coiled with her anger, with hate that seeped deep into her bones, her magic still made her feel comfortable. It was a part of her; had been for centuries. An organ, invisible but alive within her, needed, necessary for survival.

Die.

The word thundered in her mind, a firm, decisive echo.

Die!

Thunder rumbled in the sky, loud as an explosion, the walls of the nightclub shaking under its song. Rain fell free from the clouds, heavy droplets slamming into windows, rattling the glass. Wind howled like a pack of hungry wolves.

Die, die, die!

The windows burst open, flew from their hinges as if they weighed nothing, and landed amongst the bodies in a rain of glass and shattered frames. Bar stools flipped over. Glasses clattered, shattered on the ground.

The hunters whispered amongst themselves, shouted over the wail of the wind. "Stop," Rowena heard them say. "Enough!"

Och, how the tables have turned!

Their weapons were drawn. Aimed straight at her. Safety clicked off, ready to fire.

Bampots.

Bloody, amateur bampots.

"You stop this right now!" the Lumberjack shouted.

Rowena didn't dignify his question with a response. Instead, getting to her feet, letting the stool she was sitting on be blown away, she turned to him and smiled, wide and bright.

"You cunt!" he spat and pulled the trigger.

The others followed in his lead, a rain of bullets booming amidst the chaos.

Smile never leaving her face, Rowena put her hands up and commanded, "Finite!"

Stop.

And they did.

Over twenty bullets hung in the air as if held by invisible string. Frozen in place.

Rowena looked over the hunters, took in the shock on their faces, the fear painting their skin white as chalk. She let her hands fall to her sides, and with them the bullets tumbled to the ground.

They couldn't do anything to her now. Couldn't hurt her. Couldn't hurt you. She was the one with all the power now. And it terrified them to the bone, the same way their torment terrified her earlier.

Karma was a bitch.

She made eye contact with each and every one of them, threat clear in her eyes. Payback, it said. This was payback. It would hurt. Charles, it would hurt! Like nothing they'd ever felt before.

And it was all their fault.

They'd made their own beds. Now they had to lie in them.

"Morite," Rowena told them — commanded them with authority clear in her tone, accent thick in the word.

Die.

For a moment they just stared at her, frightened of what was to come.

Then they started screaming.

They screamed and screamed and screamed as if they were being torn apart from the inside. As if their organs were cooking and liquefying and burning within them. Blood rushed out of their eyes, then their noses and ears, and no doubt other orifices. Their hands slammed to their heads, some of them hugging themselves, some falling to their knees and clutching their stomachs as they cried like children.

Now they knew what it was like.

Now they knew what it was like to be scared, to be in pain and helpless to do anything to stop it.

Now they felt what she had felt. What you had felt.

Their screams were one with the wind. A cacophony of wails and whines and whimpers. Of gasps and sobs. Of pleas Rowena ignored just as they'd ignored hers.

It went on for minutes, but felt like hours. No doubt, for them, the agony must have felt like years. By the time they'd gone quiet, they were on the ground, sprawled about, curled up like fetuses. Blood pooled around them; their blood, staining their clothes, clinging to their skin, turning to jelly as minutes passed by.

They were dead. Gone. In Hell. Rowena let out a breath she'd been holding, one of relief. As she did so, the wind quieted down, and the clouds drifted apart, taking away the storm that boomed outside. Her head slumped forwards. Arms hung loose at her sides. She was weak, spent. Her heart slammed against her chest as if she'd run a marathon, almost to the point of pain.

"Rowena?" you said in a small voice, breaking the silence that had settled over.

She willed herself to look up, to meet your eyes.

"Are you okay?"

A small smile grazed her mouth. After everything, she was your first concern. Always had been.

"Aye," she said. She didn't sound it. "You?"

"I-I'm not feeling so well," you admitted.

Worried, Rowena rushed over to you, her arms instantly around you. You leaned your head on her shoulder. Closed your eyes. Released a puppy-like whimper, muffled by her shirt.

"It's alright," she said. "Everything will be alright."

Looking downwards, a lump bloomed in her throat. Your pants were still down, panties wrinkled, pulled to the side, halfway exposing you. She remedied it right away, reaching down to pull your pants right up.

You stiffened, petrified..

"It's alright," she repeated, heart shattering. Nothing was alright. Nothing would ever be alright again. Securing your pants around your waist, she said, "There we go. It's okay."

"I feel sick," you said.

Rowena pulled back and looked you over. "Would you like to sit down, love?"

You nodded.

However, as soon as she stepped away to fetch a chair, your hand fell on her forearm and squeezed.

"Rowena, I—"

Your knees gave way, and you tumbled downwards.

Rowena reacted fast, jumping forwards, arms out to catch you. Grabbing hold of you, she slid down to her knees and lowered your head atop her thighs.

"Poor dear," she whispered, caressing your hair, pushing hair off your sweaty forehead. "I'm sorry for letting you down."

If she'd fought harder, reacted faster, none of this would have happened. You wouldn't have suffered.

You'd protected her so many times, yet one time you needed her, she couldn't deliver. Couldn't return the favor.

I'm sorry, she thought. I am so sorry.

From now on, things would be different. She would be better; a better girlfriend, a better protector. She would never let you down again. As soon you got home—

A pang of panic shot through her.

How would she get you home? How would she take care of so many bodies?

She'd made bodies disappear before without issue, but never this many.

Sam.

That was right. Sam could help her. He and Dean could cover this up, make Illuminae disappear off the face of the earth.

The only question was, would they want to?

Rowena had helped them many times, but she knew well they weren't big on returning favours. Sam, maybe, but Dean… The man was waiting for her to make a mistake so he could put a bullet in her head. He never trusted her. Not even when he said he was willing to give her a chance to redeem herself. A part of him might have believed it to be true, but there was another, more doubtful part that would end her at the smallest slight.

Would he blame her for what happened?

Would he think she'd killed all these people, all these innocents?

Would Sam think so?

It didn't matter, she decided. They could blame her all they wanted, as long as they helped her get you home. She was a big girl; she could deal with Dean Winchester. She could deal with them both.

Reaching into her pocket with a shaky hand, Rowena grabbed her phone and started looking for Sam's number.

And then she pressed call.

*****

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