#the lost boys x woc reader

[artaxerxesthegreat]

Just Turned Immortal

A/N: So I decided to make a part 2 for 'Happy Birthday, Darling'. I hope you guys like it. It's my first time writing smut in a poly relationship, so this was very interesting to me. I'm also very sorry if it doesn't make sense. Also been dealing with a lot of things in life, so this was written during my hardship with my family (thankfully it's getting better). That being said, I might not have written down all the warnings, so I'm apologizing now.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, Cursing, Violence, SMUT, Not well written, Anal (male receiving), Oral (f & m), hand jobs, the boys being themselves, Marko being a horn ball, fluffy moments, mildly angsty, turning into a vampire, not beta read.

Word count: 6643

(GIF by @whatisgoingonpaul)

Part 1

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Y/N was lost.

Everything was spinning, everything was still, her mind was fuzzy, but it was also clear, her body was on another planet, but she knew she was laying on a couch, unfortunately she was in a place she didn’t recognize.

But worst of all, she was hungover… Or at least she thought she was— it was the only logical explanation she could come up with with how she was feeling at that moment.

The only blessing was that she didn’t feel the need to throw up, the downside was she couldn’t remember where she was or what the hell happened last night. Sitting up, she groans holding her head as her blood starts rushing to the rest of her body, and she’s hit with a huge wave of dizziness.

“Ooooohhh sweet fuck…” Closing her eyes, she lays back down, draping her arm over her eyes, “What happened last night?”

Rubbing her eyes, she tries hard to recall her missing memories.

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“Yeah, I got nothing.” Sitting up again, she looks round her surroundings; she’s in a cave. 

Cool, new problem: why was she sleeping in a cave?

Why was there a couch?! How’d she even get into a fucking cave? Where the hell was Maria? They were supposed to do something last night… or was it two days ago?

“… What day is it?” Furrowing her brow, Y/N sees her jacket crumpled on the ground and two black jackets haphazardly thrown on a… wheelchair? “Okay, what the actual fuck happened last night, where the hell am I, and where the fuck is Maria?”

Running a hand through her hair, it’s instantly tangled in her bed head of curls, and she groans trying to free her hand; finally freeing her hand, Y/N takes a much-needed breath and tries to think clearly and calmly.

Emphasis on tries.

“Okay, as far as you know you aren’t in any immediate danger, Y/N. Just chill! You’re just in a cave— granted, you don’t remember how you got here, but that’s okay! It’s fine! Just peachy! That’s a-okay!” 

It was so far from ‘a-okay’.

“Alright, alright. Just think clearly…clearly… clear—” A flash of a memory comes to her mind; the movie theater. She hurt someone, her cousin got mad, then she got mad, and they parted ways. Maria went home without her, they never got to hang out, she was ditched on her birthday by the only person she considers family. Her only saving grace were four guys that had a reputation for being punks, and low life’s, but from Y/N’s perspective they were anything but. 

They didn’t reprimand her for sticking up for herself, they didn’t care about her temper or sassy attitude, they didn’t ditch her…

“Wait a minute…” Y/N looks around the cave again, “Is this… Is this their home?!”

Y/N takes in the scene before her— the surf boards leaning against the cave wall,  the tattered couch’s, a few skateboards, a boombox, small piles of clothes in random corners of the cave, blankets and curtains hung from different points in the rock face creating sections— as if marking off different ‘rooms’, a huge record collection, and the graffiti on the walls and ceiling— wait, what? Y/N tilts her head up, following the different graffiti tags with pure confusion, “How’d they do that?”

The sound of laughter and voices echoing around her pulls her attention, the voices seem to swirl around her, making her spin around looking for the boys. A fluttering sound behind has her spin one more time, and she lets out a scream as Marko leans into her space.

“Boo!”

“AH! What the fuck?!” Her fist is drawn back, but never connects with the demon cherub’s face, making him grin widely, “DUDE! Don’t do that, next time I’m letting my fist sail through the air— see if you’ll be laughing then.”

“Yay, Sleeping Beauty’s finally up!” Paul stands behind Y/N placing his arms on her shoulders,  hugging her neck, pulling her to his chest, “You sleep a lot.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.” Marko scoffs as he gently picks up a pigeon, Y/N makes a face at his change in demeanor as he smiles at the bird. The pigeon coos at him bringing a small smile to his face and Y/N tilts her head smiling at Marko with amusement.

Who knew the most conniving and devious of the boys had a soft side for pigeons, she sure didn’t.

“I don’t sleep a lot, I have an internal clock, I can’t sleep past 9 o’clock.” Y/N takes notice of the glances that are exchanged between Paul and Marko, and squinting her eyes she purses her lips waiting to be clued in whatever secret these two have, “What? What’s with that look?”

“Nothin’.” Marko shrugs, licking his lips as he turns his attention back to the bird in his hands.

“You lie, so spill, Marko.” Y/N takes a threatening step forward, but Paul’s hold tightens, keeping her in place. Marko just laughs and glances at the space to her left, Y/N glances to her left jumping at the sudden appearance of Dwayne, “Holy shit! Don’t do that! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

Dwayne just smiles placing something in her hand, looking in her hand, she finds a bracelet that matches the colors of her jacket. A look of surprise and slight bashfulness crosses her features as she stares at the bracelet and back at Dwayne; she gives him a small ‘thanks’ before slipping it on her wrist, feeling heat rise to her cheeks at the proud smile on his face.

Clearing her throat, Y/N admires the bracelet while talking to Marko, “So what makes you think I sleep a lot?”

“You really don’t know?” Paul tilts his head down to the side to look at Y/N wide concerned eyes.

“… Don’t know…what?” Panic is slowly flooding Y/N’s body at the look on Paul’s face, looking at Marko his face is just as concerned and now Y/N is freaking out, “What? What happened?!”

“You’ve been asleep for 3 days, Y/N…” The air stills at Marko’s words, while Y/N’s mind is stuck on loop, replaying his words. Y/N even lets out a huff of disbelief, but when she isn’t met with any laughter, her world slowly begins to crash around her. Or, it would have if it wasn’t for the scoff from Dwayne coupled with a smack on the back of Paul’s head, and a shoe thrown at Marko. The boys start laughing at the look of utter betrayal on Y/N’s face as she realizes they totally punked her. Marko releases the pigeon, doubling over in laughter, “Oh man, your face! Did you really think you slept for that long?! Oh my god, how gullible are you? Oh, that was great!”

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, willing herself not to kill these two fools— it’s not easy, especially with Paul putting his weight on her as he laughs loudly in her ear. Unwrapping Paul’s arms from around her, she shoves him away, making him laugh harder as he falls back on the couch, “Get off me.”

“C’mon, babe. Come back.” Paul’s words are incoherent because of how hard he’s laughing. Both boys take a deep breath, smiling brightly as they look at Y/N’s unamused stare. With a quirk of her brow, silently asking if they’re done, they fall out laughing again, making her shake her head and move to Dwayne’s quiet corner. 

Sitting down next to him, she crosses her arms, mumbling out, “Assholes.”

Dwayne doesn’t bother to hide his amusement, nodding his head in agreement. He places his arm on the back of the couch, scooting closer to Y/N as he pulls out a book, silently reading— to which Y/N is eternally grateful for, because she wasn’t expecting such nonchalant behavior from him. 

Butterflies stirred in her stomach when he gifted her with the bracelet, and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. Dwayne didn’t strike her as a person to randomly give gifts to people, let alone snuggle up to them while reading a book. It was such a domestic feeling— one she definitely wasn’t expecting, so how was she supposed to act in this situation? 

On the outside she was relatively calm; sitting on the couch almost completely leaning into the curve of Dwayne’s side, watching as Paul and Marko finally stopped laughing at her and started wrestling, occasionally she'd spare a glance at a page of Dwayne’s book and then at him (never taking his eyes off of the pages, he’d smile making her look away timidly). She even started playing with his bracelets, which lead to her playing with his hand, to them now intertwining their fingers. 

But on the inside?

On the inside, it was chaos. Her inner voice was pulling out her hair, running in circles and up the walls, laying on the floor screaming in a puddle of her own tears— tears of confusion, excitement and fear— flipping imaginary tables, clutching her fists screaming into the void, and sitting in a burning, crumbling house that is her mind.

All in all Y/N was a mess, and had no idea how to address the hand holding, all she wanted to do was admire his bracelets without disturbing his reading— so how in the sweetest of fuckary did they end up holding hands?

Well, she knew how, she was there, but it still didn’t add up… oh wait.

She was playing with his rings, she tried to pull one off, and he engulfed her hand in his, stopping her, she tried to get her hand back and HE intertwined their fingers. The butterflies didn’t settle down once, she realized, this was his doing— they simply got worse and all she could do was act unbothered and bored. As long as no one noticed, everything would be okay… and then David walked in.

He didn’t say anything to Y/N, just looked (at her with those strong, commanding blue eyes) at their hands with a face that had her feeling like she just committed some great sin against him, but the smirk that quickly appeared on his face, made her feel like she had to justify herself.

“He- he did it!” Y/N winced at the sound of how childish her words sounded, and she knew that the wide grin on David’s face was going to make her regret even opening her mouth.

“He did what?” His tone is teasing as he shifts his gaze to Dwayne.

“H- he—…” Her voice is small and embarrassed, as she can’t seem to form any words. Shaking her head, she uses her hair to hide away from the eight pairs of eyes on her, “Noth- nothing.” 

Y/N closes her eyes, upset with herself for crumbling under all the teasing, she wasn’t easily flustered, but she’s also never been in a situation like this either. Everything that’s happened to her so far has been something she’s only dreamt about, and now that it’s actually happening to her, all she can do is play it by ear. She was way in over her head and she knew it— she also knew that they knew it too, and they were enjoying every second of it.

God, she felt like a fool… maybe it was time to take herself out of the equation and go home, put an end to the teasing and sexual tension—

Wait…

Opening her eyes, she stares down at her lap, taking in the state of her once clean white t-shirt; it was stained with a variation of red she’s never seen before…and was it sparkling in the light? 

Blinking in confusion, a tidal wave of memories hits her— memories that have her snapping her head up to Marko and Paul, who are in their own little worlds.

“No way.” With her free hand, she lightly touches her lips, seeing in her mind’s eye a hazy, smokey Marko walking to her with a predatory gaze drinking from a wine bottle. His lips on hers as he fed her the wine, the way his knee grazed her most intimate area, his hand tangled in her hair in the best of ways—, “No way!”

The memory jumps to the feeling of Paul’s tongue dragging across her neck, up her jaw, capturing her mouth in the sloppiest kiss she’s ever had. Had she been in her right mind it wouldn’t have gotten very far, but even now she finds herself wondering what it felt like again. 

An inaudible sigh leaves her as she remembers Dwayne’s kiss.

That kiss was… how does she even begin to describe it? It was so sensual, there was such passion behind it— like he was trying to tell her something, trying to drive some unspoken point home…

Then there was David.

With parted lips, she tracks her eyes over to David, who is still watching her with that teasing grin. 

“Holy fucking shit!”

The strongest memory was him water falling the wine into her mouth, but that wasn’t the weirdest thing! The weirdest thing was that she wanted to do that again. Heat spread through her body as David’s eyes bore into hers, it seemed like he was trying to communicate with her. Silently telling her he wanted it just as bad…or maybe it was just in her head? 

It wouldn’t be the first time she overthinks or misreads a situation. So, in true Y/N fashion, she brushes the memories off as a wild and very vivid sex dream and goes back to debating on whether or not she should go home. Maria is probably worried too, she needs to talk to her, let her know she’s alright and not mad about their dumb fight.

Sighing, Y/N lets Dwayne’s hand go and stands up stretching, feeling the tension leave her body, she goes to the other couch to retrieve her jacket. All eyes are on her as she puts it on, but only David speaks.

“Going somewhere?”

Y/N furrows her brow at the demanding tone in his voice, as he looks at her with a serious gaze— a look a parent would give a child who disrespects them after you told them not to do something. Y/N almost apologizes and sits down, until she remembers that she isn’t a child, and he isn’t her parent. He’s just some guy.

“Yeah, I’m going home.” A beat of silence goes by, before there are scattered chuckles throughout the cave, and David gives her a face that makes her feel stupid, as if it say ‘you are home’. Doing her best not to stumble over her words, she keeps her voice even, “I don’t live here, remember? We were just chillin’, and it’s been fun, but I gotta go.”

“You don’t have to.” Marko chimes from his spot on a ledge above them, making Y/N quirk a brow at him, because how’d he get up there without a ladder? “You could stay.”

“Yeah, babe, we like having you here.” Paul smiles brightly, rolling a blunt glancing at Dwayne, “‘Specially Dwaynie.”

Flustered by Paul’s words, Y/N looks down at her sneakers before looking back at Dwayne, who seems unbothered by the blonde's words. His stare isn’t intimidating, or condescending, but warm and inviting, and that scares the shit out of her. Breaking eye contact with him, she looks at David for help, but his stare is the same, only difference is that now he quirks a brow at her, silently telling her to try to downplay everything that’s been said to her.

It sends a shiver down her spine because it almost feels like they’ve read her mind as they try to get her to stay.

“… But I…” Her eyes are moving around the cave, but she’s not looking at anything in particular, she’s seeing her thoughts roll through her mind like credits as she tries to come up with a real reason to leave, “I need to talk to Maria.”

The cave is quiet as Y/N brings her gaze to David, he sits completely still, his face is blank, and he almost looks like a statue while Y/N wonders if he even heard her. Opening her mouth to repeat herself, David finally answers.

“Come with us.” The boys are moving about the cave with such grace and quickness, Y/N is almost left behind as they exit the cave.

“Huh— wha— wait!” Scrambling after them, she joins them at the top of the bluff. As they get their bikes, Y/N stares at the sky with wide eyes, “Why… Why is it still night? How long was I asleep?”

“You slept all day. It’s about 11 o’clock.” Paul grins, staring up at the moon, blunt hanging lazily from his lips. 

Y/N stares at him like he has two heads, “That’s not possible. There’s no way.”

“Apparently there is, Kitten.” Her head snaps to David, who inclines his head behind him, “Get on.”

To everyone’s surprise, Y/N climbs onto the back of his bike without any protest, wrapping her arms around his waist. He shares a look with the boys, but Y/N is too busy staring up at the moon to notice. Revving his engine, David sets the pace as they sped through the woods and down to the beach, at the top of a sand dune, the boys stop, spotting a small bonfire out in the distance.

“Anyone feel like partying?” David sends the group a devious smile, and they drive their bikes closer to the party.

“David, I need to go home. Just drop me off and come back to your party.” Y/N’s voice is growing irritated as she thinks of her cousin. Much to her chagrin, she’s forced to let David go as he gets off his bike, getting ready to join in the festivities.

“You’re gonna want to hang out here first, trust me. After this, you can go see Maria.” David’s smile sends chills down Y/N’s spine as she feels a sense of dread come over her, Dwayne comes next to her, offering a hand to help her off of the bike and that helps calm her down a bit, but she’s still not feeling great about David’s words or smile.

Marko and Paul are ahead of the group crouching at the top of a sand dune watching the party of 9 with hungry eyes, David and Dwayne join them at the top of the dune as the four of them share some kind of unspoken conversation. Turning around to Y/N, Dwayne holds his out to her again, giving her a smile that has her resolve cracking. Groaning,Y/N takes his hand, crouching down next to him; Marko and Paul give her smiles of approval and thumbs up as they look back at the small group.

“So why are we hiding again?” Y/N whispers to Dwayne, but he doesn’t seem to hear her, as his eyes grow dark and dangerous. She’s taken aback by the way he looks at the group— like an animal watching its prey, “Dwayne?”

“Quiet.” David’s voice gets her attention as he turns to look at her with a smiling, monstrous face, “You’re gonna scare them.”

The boys laugh maliciously as Y/N stares at them with fear filled eyes, her voice is lost on her as they disappear from her sights. Looking around frantically, she stands up, gaining the attention of one of the party goers.

“Heeeeyy~ we got a visitor!” A guy slurs pointing at Y/N, she looks down at them about to tell them to run, or hide because there are monsters hanging around, but her warning never comes. 

Someone lets out a bloodcurdling scream as they’re lifted into the air, and blood sprays down onto the sand, the individual's friends, and the fire. Everyone seems to sober up quickly as they start running away from their assailants, but it was pointless. Two girls run towards Y/N, yelling at her to run away, but the smell of blood hits her like a ton of bricks, and these girls are covered in it.

A sound Y/N’s never heard before bubbles in her chest, and out of her mouth as she feels the bones on her face shift, and her teeth poke her bottom lip. Her nails become sharp and slanted as her world is flipped upside down. She grabs both girls by their throats, squeezing, watching with glee as her nails rip through their skin with such ease. 

Y/N can’t help but admire it, but then, there’s a burning sensation building in her throat. Swallowing does nothing for her, but she knows what she has to do— it’s instinctual, it’s primal, it’s her new normal. Sinking her fangs into one neck, she takes her fill, all but tearing off the girl’s neck, her friend is garbling and choking on her own blood as she tries to speak, tears falling from her eyes as she sees Y/N descend on her next.

As quickly as the carnage started, it’s over.

Y/N breathes out in relief, turning her face to the sky with closed eyes, as blood rolls down her throat, quenching her thirst. Licking her lips, she sits down in the sand wrapping her arms around her knees; not in a scared manner, but a relaxed one as she watches David grab the two dead girls, chucking them into the bonfire. Marko, Paul, and Dwayne are having the time of their lives as they jump around the fire, whooping and hollering, blood gracing their still changed faces, something about this sight makes something inside Y/N snap. 

Getting up quickly, she all but knocks Marko into the sand as she grabs his face; not expecting to be grabbed, he lets out a ‘Hey!’ but it’s swallowed by Y/N’s lips on his as she forces her tongue into his mouth— he honestly wasn’t complaining. His hands find their way to her waist as he pulls her closer, and by sheer will power, he lets her have control. She pushes him into the sand, straddling his hips, licking the blood on his face and neck, her fingers tug on his hair, causing him to growl out a groan and roll his hips up into hers eagerly.

Breaking the kiss, she puts her hand on his throat, squeezing it tightly as she meets his movements. 

“Oh, fuck.” If it wasn’t for Paul’s words, Y/N would’ve forgotten the others were there. Looking back at Paul, she gets off of Marko (much to his disappointment) and tugs Paul by his jacket, kissing him the same way he did her the night before. Hooking his hands under her ass, he hoists Y/N up making her wrap her legs around his waist, a body is pressed behind her. Breaking the kiss, she sees that she’s squished between Dwayne and Paul and her mind is on overdrive, synapses are firing faster than she can keep up, hands map out her body and before long clothes are torn and thrown about as lips meet teeth, skin and blood.

Her thighs tighten around Dwayne’s head, as he holds her in place on top of him, her back is arched back as Marko is behind her, straddling Dwayne as he kisses and nips her neck, playing with her nipples, hissing on occasion as Paul enters him from behind. 

He’s gonna get him back for this, and Paul knows it, you can tell by the snicker that comes from him every time he snaps his hips forward, making the smaller blonde clench around him.

“You are gonna be so sorry later, Paul.”

Dwayne can’t stop the chuckle he lets out, which has Y/N mewling out as it sends vibrations through her body. Her moan has each of them groaning in pleasure… well, all of them but David.

He’s too busy palming himself through his jeans as he takes in the scene before him; Y/N sitting on Dwayne’s face— her face flushed as a light coat of sweat glistens on her body due to the flames of the bonfire, Marko right behind her pulling sounds and caressing her like he’s done this a thousand times before— his own face is twisted in pleasure due to Paul’s thrusts, Paul behind Marko searching for his own release as he starts to slowly get to the edge of cumming— with each passing second the four feel their release creeping up on them. Caresses turn into nails digging in skin, kisses become bites, and once hooded eyes become screwed shut as the coils get ready to snap. 

David says nothing— he doesn’t have to, a human can smell his arousal. He opts to just watch, that was until Y/N looked at him, and then to the prominent bulge in his pants. By now, all their faces are human-like, but Y/N’s eyes shift to that yellow red as she quite literally begins to salivate. 

In a blur of black, David is in front of her, tugging her head back, staring down at her with a warning in his eyes.

She ignores it, using what little strength she has to tug on his pants. 

His pants are pooling around his ankles, and he can’t stop the hitch of his breath as Y/N’s hand grasps him with such familiarity, and stares right into his eyes as she takes him all the way in. Her eyes flutter shut at the sound of satisfaction that comes from him, it sends shivers down her spin, causing her to fidget at the feel of goosebumps going up and down her arms, making her arch back again. Marko’s hands have been gripping her hips, scratching her on occasion from Paul’s thrusts, but seeing her take David like it was working him up more.

Everyone knows that Marko easily gets riled up, especially when it comes to sex, but this took extreme control on his part to not take her away and have her all to himself. He moans at the thought of having his way with her, hearing the pants, moans and screams that she’d let out, begging for more or for him to stop. 

Either way, he’ll have her. 

His member leaks pre-cum onto Dwayne’s torso and Y/N’s lower back, because of Paul, his dick has been brushing against both of them for the better part of 8 minutes, and now that his mind is reeling, he’s about to explode. Nestling his dick between Dwayne’s chest and Y/N’s ass, he wastes no time getting to his high. 

Paul is in his own world, not noticing the scene before him, instead he focuses on the curly blonde in front of him and Dwayne’s stomach flexing due to the brushes of Paul. Pulling out of Marko, he grabs Dwayne’s dick along with his own, and pumps himself two, three, four times— strings of cum shot out landing in the sand, on Dwayne’s side and some on Marko’s back. Panting out, he continues his task with Dwayne, smirking at the way the brunette’s hips buck and the tightening of his core. His seed shoots up into the open air, making a mess on himself and in Paul’s hair. 

Marko felt cum land on his shoulder and sends Paul a glare, knowing full well that he jerked Dwayne and angled him like that on purpose.

“Oh, you are so gonna get it!”

Paul just snickers as he licks his hands clean, and then he sees David getting his rocks off in Y/N’s mouth. His mouth hangs open as he watches Y/N hold onto David’s hips like a lifeline, the way she pulls back placing kisses on his shaft, how she shuts her eyes at the feeling of Dwayne grazing that spot just right, taking David back in her mouth with renewed vigor because of it. 

Now he wishes he paid attention.

Marko on the other hand is about to blow, and when Y/N takes her hand, placing it on his thigh searching for some kind of perch, he bites her neck. Feeling her blood run down his throat gives him goosebumps of his own as he finally cums in his pseudo hole, riding out his orgasm.

Y/N had been fighting off her release for the longest, she really didn’t think she’d make it far with how Dwayne ran his tongue along her folds, and gave her clit kitten licks, watching her jump at the feeling. She didn’t think she’d make it past the vibrating moans, the teasing tugs on her nipples, kisses up and down her neck, or the way David felt resting on her tongue guiding her head back and forth. 

None of those things got her over the edge.

No, what got her there was the feeling of fangs piercing her neck and the sinful moan Marko let out as his hips stuttered under her.

That made her heart stop… well figuratively anyway… her whole body seized up, as the coil finally snapped, her hips stuttered, her thighs tightened around Dwayne’s head, her eyes rolled back as a sound— something akin to a whine and a sigh wrapped itself around David’s dick. Her jaw went slack as she pulled her head back from David, which didn’t bother him in the least because that sound— whatever it was— had him shooting cum all over her face.

“Fuck.” Was whispered by one of them as they all came down from their own highs.

Y/N felt heavy and light at the same time, she felt like she would float off into space with that mind-blowing orgasm.

“Whoa, careful, Spitfire, or you might fly away.” David’s voice is amused but cautious as he grabs Y/N by her arms, enveloping her in a hug. With a content sigh, she lets her body rest against David’s, as he pulls her down to sit in the sand.

No one says anything for a few minutes, each of them enjoying the calm breeze that blows by and the sound of the waves hitting the beach. 

Marko hands Y/N her jacket and very ripped jeans, smirking as he does, Y/N graciously takes them, unable to stop the laugh that comes from her as she holds up her jeans.

The bonfire is dying down now, and the boys are uncharacteristically quiet– time to address the elephant in the room.

“... So… What are we?” Y/N doesn’t look at the boys, she just stares at the small fire, playing with a stick she found. In moments like these, it’s always good to have something to distract you a bit from the unknown. How else are you going to stop a panic attack?

“You know what we are.” David says, taking a puff from his cigarette.

“Well, for the sake of me, just pretend I have no idea.” She sends him a small glance, and he isn’t in the mood; he knows she’s smart, he knows that she figured it out when they killed their first victim. Sighing,Y/N begins digging in the sand with her little stick, “The way my brain works its– just indulge me, okay?”

David raises a brow at her, looking at Dwayne, “You tell her.”

Y/N turns to Dwayne, who still has not only her essence on his face, but Marko’s cum drying on his chin, neck and chest, and Y/N can’t hide her smile or surprise.

“There’s a whole ocean, right there, dude. Go wash that off before it gets all crusty or whatever.” She makes a show of pointing at the ocean behind him, but he simply shakes his head and smiles.

“Nah.” Licking his lips, he adds, “I worked hard for this.”

Y/N closes her eyes, trying to hide her smile but ends up laughing at his words, not in an insulting manner, but a surprised one, “Alright then.”

“... Also, to answer your question, we’re vampires.” Dwayne shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, but even a blind man can see that it was awkward for him to say. You can’t say that and expect someone to believe you without some kind of undeniable proof; sure, Y/N had it, but it still sounded ridiculous. 

Regardless, Y/N nods her head with a furrowed brow, “I don’t remember being bitten– well, until Marko did just now.”

The boys smile at the memory fresh in their minds– yes, this was going to be something they participate in for many, many, many years to come.

“There’s more than one way to make a vampire.” David lights another cigarette, watching Y/N carefully while she thinks over his words, wondering what he meant. 

Sure, she knew what he said, but it didn’t add up to the memories she had; was it done through the kisses? Or perhaps it was done by hanging around them? 

Nah, that doesn’t make sense.

“Alright, vampires drink blood, they need it to survive and yada yada… So to make one, you bite someone… What else can be done?” Her brows are scrunched up, as she thinks hard, glancing at Marko who drinks from a beer that one of the party goes had, “Oh wait what?!”

Turning her head to David, her eyes are wide as she gives him a look of ‘bitch what?’

“Look at that, you figured it out.” His tone was a bit harsh, but there was a smirk playing on his lips, as Y/N threw the stick at him, sneering as she did it.

“The only good advice I was ever given was to ‘never take drinks from strangers’– of course, how I ended up drinking it was something that was never covered, but whatever, I guess.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, smiling slightly at each of the boys; her face grows solemn as she plays with her aglets, “... I’m never gonna see Maria again, am I?” 

The boys don’t say anything, but they don’t have to, Y/N knows the answer already. There’s no way she can, maybe for a few years, but when Maria starts aging, and she doesn’t, what is she gonna say? 

Sighing, Y/N hangs her head huffing out a laugh, “Oh well, it was just her and me anyways, and sometimes– a lot of times, it was just me. I’ll just have to slowly leave her life before disappearing completely… If that’s alright?”

“Don’t see why not.” Paul shrugs, laying his head down in Marko’s lap, while the smaller blonde leans back on his hands looking out at the ocean deep in thought.

“You could just kill her.” Marko is met with hostile faces from Y/N and Dwayne, while David and Paul keep quiet, but it’s obvious they aren’t opposed to the idea.

“I’m not killing my cousin– I don’t care how angry she makes me.” Y/N pauses before glaring at Marko, “Weren’t you flirting with her?!”

“I flirt with everyone, she’s no different.” Marko sticks his nose to the sky like a defiant child, opening his eyes, he giggles at the death glare sent his way by Y/N. Pushing himself up, he makes his way to her, grabbing her jaw tightly. His eyes flash yellow as he kisses her harshly, chuckling as Y/N bites his tongue in retaliation, “It’s cute that you think that’ll deter me. Keep that up, and you’ll be in for the longest night of your life.”

“That a fact?” 

Another thing about Y/N, she that she has a tendency to speak before she thinks (though I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now). You see, she thought she was being cheeky, sassy, even cute, but what she really did was challenge the most dominant, sex driven vampire in the pack. She didn’t need to look around the bonfire at the other boys to know that those three little words were going to be her undoing– in the most sex filled of ways. 

Marko’s eyes became cold, calculating, and distant as he stared into Y/N’s very soul, she wasn’t fooling anyone– she was scared. A look like this is something David would give at the drop of a hat, but to see the cherub faced boy do it only confirmed what she said the day before, Marko was a devil, and he was going to show her.

Her throat became dry all over again, but what she needed wasn’t blood, no this was a different kind of thirst, one only Marko was going to quench– it’s not like she was going to complain, even if she did, it wouldn’t do her any good. He was going to make her beg, cry, and shake until she couldn’t anymore, and then keep going.

With parted lips, she stares back at him, almost hypnotically, as his hand trails down her chest. Goosebumps are left in the wake of his nails as he pulls off her jacket, getting a full view of her bare skin. Before he can claim what’s his, a seashell is thrown at his head, making him turn and snarl at Dwayne, who in turn points at David.

“Before you go and fuck her senseless, we’ve got some business to attend to.” David raises a single brow at Marko as he levels David with a glare, “Said she’d see Maria after this, and I am a man of my word.”

“... Fine.” Marko replies after a beat of silence and David’s own hard glare. Handing Y/N her jacket, he can’t stop the small smile at the spaced-out look on her face. She had no idea what was in store for her, but she was ready to be ordered, owned and used by him, that gave him some peace of mind and a huge ego boost.

After they wash up in the ocean, Marko is tasked with putting out the bonfire (David’s punishment) while the rest make their way back to the bikes, Dwayne drapes his arm over Y/N’s shoulders bringing her close to him, as he buries his nose in her damp hair. Smiling up at him, she kisses his cheek, earning herself a warm smile from the brunette.

“So, how’s it feel to be immortal, babe?” Paul muses from his bike, watching Dwayne help Y/N onto David’s bike.

Y/N lets out a breathy laugh, pretending to think for a moment as she wraps her arms around David’s waist. Dwayne straddles his bike, looking at Y/N with a questioning gaze as she shrugs her shoulders. David turns slightly with a raised brow, waiting for her answer; by now Marko has joined the group, and is also curious about her answer. He can’t hide his apprehension at the silence emitting from their newest member.

“I don’t know.” The honesty in her voice strikes a cord with the boys as they share a look with each other. They never did ask her if this was something she wanted– something she truly wanted. They thought that she would be ecstatic– who wouldn’t be? The gift of immortality isn’t something given to just anyone, she met all of their requirements, but if she didn’t want it, what were they going to do? They quite literally stole her life, and now she'll probably hate them for all eternity.

Sure, they had a huge bonding moment, but would it be enough in the long run?

Dwayne opens his mouth to say something to comfort her, but his voice is caught in his throat at the impish smile she gives them with her vampiric face, “I just turned immortal.”

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I’ve been jumping around your masterlist rereading having a lazy morning. I just read Iridessa And The Lost Boy and I was wondering in the future - like the next year, then when the kids are around, does Andy dress up with reader? Do they do family themed costumes and now Andy is the one that looks forward to this every year? I can see him being the one that’s so committed to outdoing the family costume from the previous year!

So, in Iridessa & The Lost Boy, we see that Andy isn't the biggest fan of that particular holiday. And because of that he ends up hurting Reader's feelings and almost ruining her Halloween - which also happens to be her favorite time of year. But they manage to work things out in the end.

Because of that, Andy's interest in the holiday begins to grow over time. He's not all-in immediately. But the next year, Baby Girl convinced him to go as Indiana Jones. It wasn't hard necessarily, but it wasn't easy either. It definitely took some, um, coaxing on her part. But eventually he agreed. Meanwhile, she on the other hand decided to go as Lara Croft from Tomb Raider.

As you probably guessed, he wasn't the biggest fan of her outfit. But he shut up real quick when Reader pulled him close and proceeded to tell him all of the filthy things she planned to do to him the moment they got home...

However, Andrew's love of Halloween continued to grow after that. But it reached its peak after they welcomed their children. The first year after Bianca was born, Andy took the lead on finding the first of many family costumes. And the three of them ended up dressing as Alfredo, Colette, and Remy from Ratatouille - kind of like this.

Halloween is now a big deal in the Barber household, and that doesn't bother Andy one bit. Thanks for the ask!

[afro-hispwriter]

The Diamond Queen Masterlist

Soldier Boy/Ben x Woc!Supe!reader

Summary- you lost soldier boy, your fiancé and love of your life in 84’ and you tried too hate him after he almost murdered your twin, Noir, right in front of you. But he’s back now. How are you going too handle it?

Supe Name: Diamond Queen

Abilities: Telepathy, Telekinesis, impenetrable skin, diamond form

~ Homelander (“prequel”)

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See You In Hell i

Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Warnings : alcohol, drugs, one night stands

Author's Note : If you couldn't tell, reader (as in you!) are Hades. I haven't mentioned any specific body type or other physical traits. My readers are mostly woc when I write them but anyone can read. More tags will be added but for this chapter your warnings are listed below. Happy reading!

Summary : When a dangerous group gets their hands on a substance that could mean the end of the world as we know it, it's on you to find out how to stop them. Of course, you don't mind some help along the way. Especially when it's in the form of a redheaded former assassin.

Word Count : 2155

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This was getting old. Every night a long pub crawl, only coming to an end with the arrival of Apollo himself. Stepping through the doors of your penthouse, the tight leather of your pants sticking to you like a second skin, you really wished you hadn’t given her your spare key. 

Hecate lounged on your couch, one of the few pieces of furniture in your otherwise sparse living room. ‘Minimalism is all the rage’, the interior designer had said. A steaming mug of what you believed was peppermint tea was in her delicate hands. 

“Is there any whiskey in that by any chance?” you wondered out loud.

As an immortal being, a God, you couldn’t possibly get drunk on human liquor, though that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the taste of a tumbler of aged scotch or a glass of wine that would put Dionysus to shame. Living forever loses its appeal after a couple hundred millennia. It was fun at first, great wars and even greater monsters. The high of slaying the horrors that had been unleashed upon the world by Kronos enough to make you continue this whole God gig and the shenanigans that came along with it. Thanks Dad. 

Rolling her deep brown eyes, she moved towards you before pushing the cup into your hands, “Drink up. Chad has called a council and you don’t want to be late,” she said as she fixed her deep red midi-length dress which you found too conservative for your tastes. I mean, you’re immortal. Live a little, for God’s sake. 

Your hands fly to your face, the heels of your palm digging into your eye socket as you groan throatily, “Ugh, remind me why I still bother to stay in touch with those losers?” you whine, beyond annoyed at this point. 

“Well, for starters, as the Ruler of the Underworld, you cannot just cut ties with the Ruler of the World and your brother. Plus, Mount Olympus has a pretty sweet waterslide,” she answered with a smirk. She wasn’t wrong. The waterslide was mean, even by Godly standards.

And she was right about the whole ‘Being the Ruler of the Underworld, overseer of souls and overall baddie’ part. But, contrary to what ‘Paradise Lost’ and ‘Lucifer’ would make you believe, Hades, or ‘Satan’ as you were more popularly known for the past couple of centuries, was not your charming, chain smoking bad boy with feathery black wings and a severe case of daddy issues (though that part could be argued. I mean, years stuck inside a wacko’s stomach with four siblings and a pretty large rock is bound to fuck a gal up in one way or another, right?) or even an ugly swamp monster. To begin with, Hades is a woman. Most people refuse to believe that Hades is anything but 200 pounds of pure muscle and seduction. A slice of heavenly beefcake. 

“Alright, let’s go. But I’m going to require an actual drink after this,” you grumble as Hecate slowly pushes you towards the shower. You didn't really need to shower as a God but why not? Especially if it will help you put off showing up at the upcoming family reunion for as long as possible.

“Do this and I’ll come out with you tonight,” she bribed. That was incentive enough for you and you quickly freshened up for what you were sure was going to be an awkward and uncomfortable coming together of The Ancient Family.

*

You huffed angrily as you walked back into your house, throwing your clutch and keys to one side before flopping down onto the chaise lounge. You were so sick of this. Every time. Every fucking time. 

You could hear Hecate’s rushed footsteps, her flats making an unnecessarily loud noise across the tiles. You groaned loudly, a hand across your forehead as you wondered why you even bothered.

She sat down next to you on the sofa and pulled your head into her lap, running her fingers through your hair. 

After a couple of moments of silence, your eyes closed, the stress of the day melted away slowly with the gentle movements of her fingers. Hecate had always been sensitive. She could feel your distress before you left for Mount Olympus but the anger rolling off of you in waves really put her on edge. 

“Look at the positive side honey, you get to spend more time around here on Ear-“ she says but is swiftly cut off by your throaty groan. “Fuck no,” you moan. 

“C’mon don’t be like that,” she tried but you moved away from her, walking towards your bedroom. “I need a real fucking drink,” you grumble as the door shuts with a loud band behind you, Hecate left alone in the living room, gently shaking her head. 

*

Natasha was exhausted. From back to back missions and Sam and Bucky’s constant bickering the whole time, it was safe to say that she’d had it. She needed a drink. 

So here they were, the whole team minus Bruce, in some seedy bar in Brooklyn where she knew the barkeep could make a decent enough drink and the patrons generally left them alone. It wasn’t easy being one of Earth’s mightiest heroes. 

Another mission that would last far too long, more than she cared for. At least it was a pretty low profile mission, just scouting and gathering some intel. There were strict orders not to get involved until and unless it was absolutely imperative for them to do so. She was glad it was Bucky who would be joining her. Steve was a goddamn killjoy and Sam never seemed to know when he should shut up. 

But for tonight and tonight alone, all of it was forgotten. Ideally, she’d like to meet a pretty girl and take her home for the night but she’d make do with a good drink and a plate of mozzarella sticks. But that was before she saw her. 

Looking at her, Natasha’s interest was instantly piqued. 

Even dressed down, she looked better than anybody present. Black skinny jeans that hugged all her curves, cropped red tank top and a leather jacket, paired with what looked like black Louboutin boots that proved she valued comfort just as much as style. She could faintly see the gleam of a gemstone of some sort at the woman’s waist, partially hidden by her jacket. 

She saw the woman take a seat at one end of the bar with her companions, directly in her line of sight. The taller one had russet brown skin with dark curly hair, dressed in a long, flowy purple dress and what looked like a necklace full of odd charms, her face having little to no make up. The shorter one was plump with pale white skin and dark makeup, wearing leather from head to toe. 

Sam too had noticed the women walk in. It was safe to say that a gorgeous woman never failed to catch his eye. Nudging Bucky, he jerked his head towards the trio. Bucky was instantly attracted to you and did not protest when Sam led him towards your seat at the bar. 

Natasha watched from afar, completely engrossed in the interaction. A small smirk played at her lips as she registered Steve taking a seat next to her, watching Sam and Bucky make fools of themselves. 

Natasha was definitely interested now. 

*

You were ready to end this shit show of a day on a good note. On a high note at the very least. And what better place than Dan’s, where the drinks are strong, the food is far too greasy and the music’s loud. 

You don’t know how but Hecate managed to convince Nyx to join you for the night but you weren’t one to complain. Nyx was an absolute blast, the best person to party with. Hecate on the other hand was only here for your sake. Dark and dingy bars were admittedly not her scene. 

The moment you set foot into the establishment, you know this was going to be a good night. You were dressed comfortably but you knew you looked good either way. It was hard not to be aware of it, especially when all heads turned to look at the three of you when you walked towards the bar. 

“Two beers and a ginger ale please,” Nyx says as she plops down on the barstool, letting her long, dark hair down. 

“Not drinking again?” You question, grabbing the beer and taking a large gulp. 

“All of it tastes like piss anyway,” she grumbled, cracking open the can and taking a small sip. 

Hecate elects to stay quiet, slowly sipping her beer, cringing at the taste of it. You’re scanning the establishment, generally checking people out when you see two men approaching your group. They were hot, no doubt, but you kinda just wanted a night to yourselves. But you decided to have fun with them before letting them down not so easy.

Natasha had front row tickets to the shenanigans, watching as the group of women totally tore into both Bucky and Sam. She would have felt bad for them if she didn’t find it so fucking hilarious. But what was funnier though, was the fact that you were there the next morning, sitting at the kitchen island while Sam made pancakes. She saw you walking towards him, reaching for the syrup and grabbing his butt in the process. 

“This is a common space, you know?” Natasha asks, walking towards the counter and grabbing a plate.

“Sorry,” Sam mumbles bashfully. You just toss her a smirk and she’s not sure if her eyes are deceiving her but you seem to be checking her out. She’s sure you are when you wink at her before focusing your attention on Sam again.

Once most of the team is here, other than Bucky who seemed to have spent the night elsewhere, Tony is quick to start an interrogation

“So, Y/n, what is it that you do?”

You take your time answering, taking a long, drawn out sip of your coffee.

“Oh, I’m a manager of sorts,” you answer vaguely.

“Here in Manhattan?” Tony continues, still suspicious. 

“Mhm, downtown,” you supply. 

“Hmm, interesting,” Tony trails off and all of them stare at him, wondering why he’s acting so strange. Sam looks particularly embarrassed but you don’t seem to care, finishing your food and putting your plate away. When your phone begins to ring, you grab it quickly, but not quick enough that Natasha can’t read the name of the caller. Vanko Lebedev. Why does that sound so familiar? 

“Uh-huh, okay,” you’re quick to get on your feet then, giving Sam a kiss on the cheek before you leave with a “I’ll call you,” thrown his way.

He only realises later that you never got his number. 

*

The next time the team sees you is rather unexpected. It’s two weeks after they initially met you. Natasha and Clint are undercover at a gala hosted by the governor in honour of Valerie Banks, philanthropist and business woman. The woman had made a donation to one of the charities that the governor had started, a sizable donation. And there you were, all dolled up and hanging off her arm. 

It’s when she sees you that all warning bells start going off in her head. Valerie Banks was who Natasha and Clint were on the lookout for. Her company, a pharmaceutical one, was rumoured to have procured a substance quite like the super soldier serum and were supposedly on their way to making their own superhumans. To see you with her definitely raises her suspicions. It’s not just Banks that they have to look into now, but you too. 

Natasha, despite her good looks, knew how to blend into the crowd. So well that you didn’t realise as she followed you to the restroom. She sees you slip into the restroom but unlike what she expected, you don’t lock the door. She’s cautious, listening through the door. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve basically got her eating out of my palm. I mean, who knew rich women could be so desperate?” you giggle.

[artemiseamoon]

If This Is Our Destiny 2

Past! Angel x F reader ** | Future? Manny x F reader **

⚠️Warnings: flashback to the night of the attack, some anxiety,  Angel Reyes 🙄

** woc/black/bipoc f readers to the front bbs. Anyone can read tho. You can image her as an OC ‘Princesa’ as well if that’s your preference 😁 many options to choose from.

An: I’ve never really been into the idea of someone calling me ‘mama’ or ‘ma’ but only one man can now (jeez thanks Rio) 

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- Flashback, 2 months prior -

You close your eyes and take a slow deep breath. After a few seconds, you return to lighting the candles. Looking across the way, you notice all the guys are around the pool table, taking stock of ammo and guns.

Bishop eyes the supply. “You gonna burn through these boxes in 30 seconds.”

Turning around, your eyes scan the bottles on the shelves, you have an idea. Grabbing two from the shelf, you turn back and place them on the counter.  “How about fire with fire?”

Angel, Ez and Bish all turn back and look at you. Bish nods, “yeah.”

- Flashback over -

“Hey ma, you good?” You come back to the present moment and find Manny leaning over the counter, those deep brown eyes observing you. His voice washes over you like a smooth drink. “You wiped that glass down three times, where’d you go?”

“Oh, sorry. “

You put the glass and towel down. After a quick scan of the room, you confirm you and Manny are alone. He’s still leaning over the counter, eyes fixed on you.

Dropping your voice to a whisper, you move closer to him, “Since the attack, sometimes I have these moments. Bits and pieces of it come back. I think I’m still processing it.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Shit,” you rub your forehead, “is it that obvious?”

“Nah,” Manny shakes his head, “the first time you live through some shit like that, it’s hard to shake. Be easy with yourself.”

You smile, “thanks Manny.”

“You know I got you,” He stands upright and straightens out his shirt and kutte, “it's late Princesa. How you gettin’ home?”

You’ve developed a habit of getting lost in his eyes. It was too easy to become distracted by Manny: his voice, the way he held himself, those eyes, his long dark eyelashes, his lips, his cheekbones, his jawline, even the little silver stud in his left nostril…Manny was a work of art.

It’s not until you see a smile dance on his lips that you realize how long you’ve been staring. Pulling yourself together, you reach under the bar and grab your bag and jacket. "My car is still in the shop, so I’ll call a cab.”

You slip your jacket on then scan the bar once. It was clean enough. You thought the Santo Padre guys were messy, but the Yuma chapter took messy to a new level; it was like clearing up after a bunch of frat boys. Rude, handsy, disrespectful frat boys at that.

You thankfully had less incidents than the other women, thanks to a mix of kicking one in the balls and Angel and Ez coming to your defense. They nearly beat those guys to death, the post drama aside, most of the Yuma dudes backed off after that.

The only other incident happened a week and a half ago. You were bending over to pick something up off the floor and felt a greedy hand grab at you. Manny walked in just as it happened and ripped the asshole away from you. Chapter brother or not, he made it clear, you weren’t to be touched.

You flash Manny a smile, “I’m so glad you’re not like the others, seriously. I’ll be right back.”

You make a quick stop at the crappy excuse of a bathroom. After washing and drying your hands, you order a car and head toward the front door. You hear some hushed voices in Templo as you pass, it’s Bishop and Hank.

This is the third late night Manny walked you out. It was sweet, and as long as Angel wasn't around, you'd let him do it as much as he pleases. As you both descend the stairs, Manny makes an offer, “You know what, forget the cab. I’ll drop you off.”

“Yeah?” You ask with a smirk.

The idea of riding on Manny's bike while you hold him has crossed your mind many times. You were never bold enough to ask though…then there was Angel…he’d freak the fuck out if he ever saw that. The times you caught him watching you and Manny, it was like a blood vessel was going to burst any second.

“That is way better than a cab, I’ll take you up on it.”

Manny’s eyes light up at the sight of your smile. After a second or two, Manny sits on the bike and starts it up. He hands you the helmet, “come on ma.”

Riding on the back of Manny’s bike is exactly how you imagined. He feels good. This feels good. It’s like you were meant to be here. Hold him tight, head resting comfortably against his shoulder as you ride. You want this to last forever.

Somewhere near the halfway point of reaching your place, that ghost you can’t shake pops into your mind and suddenly you remember how it felt with Angel. You blink the thought away almost as fast as it comes. Not tonight. You wouldn’t let Angel Reyes haunt you tonight.

When you arrive at your apartment, Manny parks the bike and walks you to your door. You fiddle with your keys, knowing what you want to ask, but not sure if you should ask it. You lower your gaze, trying to figure out just how bold you were feeling.

Manny leans against the wall, “About that night,” you look up, fixing your eyes on his, “I didn’t know you were in there. Shit, “he shakes his head and stares past you, “I think about it you know. You could have been hurt…or worse.”

You grab his forearm. “Hey, we didn’t know each other Manny. I don’t blame you for that. It was inner club shit and I happened to be inside while it went down.” You give his arm a light squeeze.  “How was I supposed to know we’d meet.”

The guilt in his eyes is quickly replaced by something else, something lighter, more relaxed. The moment that smile returns to his lips, your heart beats faster. In his normal chill demeanor, Manny relaxes further against the wall, “Yeah, you're right.”

“I am.” You reply and squeeze his arm once more before letting him go.

Manny watches you lift your hand, then his eyes float back up to yours. Feeling a surge of confidence, you soon say the words that have been lingering on your lips. Sure, you spend a lot of time thinking about the consequences of this, but you want this, you want Manny. And all his flirting, sexy smiles, lingering glances, the way he gently touches your arm and shoulder; it all tells you he feels the same.

“Um, so - “you pause, breathing into it, “would you like to come in?”

You wait for a yes, it doesn't come.

The night suddenly feels too quiet. Like it’s taunting you for being so forward and reckless. You notice the tension in his brows, he’s thinking something, but not saying it.

“Sorry, never mind. Thank you for the ride though.” You turn to your door quickly and put the key in. When you hear the click, you push it open and rush inside.

“Wait, hold up, “Manny follows you inside and closes the door gently behind him.

Still not looking back at him, you hang your keys on the hook and flip on the lights.

“Manny, really, it’s fine. Just forget it happened.” You talk with your hands, walking toward the kitchen to get away from him. You hope he’ll turn and leave, then you can sit with your embarrassment alone.

“Nah, hold up,” Manny catches up and gently grabs your hand. You don’t pull away, instead you turn to face him, “I’m feelin' you, Ma,” Manny holds your hand tighter, his eyes soft on yours, “but, you and Angel, that's gotta be done. For real.”

“We are.” You stare up at him, feeling confused. “We’ve been done for months.”

Manny doesn’t say anything. You can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he wants to believe you, he really does, but doesn’t. The sweet free feeling of being on his bike is now gone. The air in your apartment suddenly feels thin.

“Did,” you take your hand away, “did he say anything to you?”

Manny gently lifts your chin with his fingers, your eyes meet his, “he may have a different idea of being done Princesa.”

“Fuck,” you break eye contact. Manny gently caresses your cheek, then takes his hand away.

You cross your arms and pace, anger building in your body, imagining all the shit Angel could have said in your mind. Angel Reyes imploded things; he blew shit up. He had a real talent for it. Sadly, this isn't the first time you heard something like this.

Manny stands behind you and rests his hand on your left shoulder, “I’m going to head out. Unless you want me to sit with you for a while?”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh and face him, “go home. It’s really late.”

You couldn’t be mad at him; Manny was looking out for himself and didn’t want to get involved in anything messy. You and Angel were the definition of messy and you’ve been trying your hardest to change that.

“You gonna be alright?” Manny asks, drawing you into a hug. You relax against him, taking in his scent and the way he feels.

You close your eyes. “I’ll survive.”

The hug lingers for a while longer. You don’t want to let go, Manny doesn’t either. When the hug finally breaks you miss it already. You walk him to the door and wait until he rides off to go back inside.

It takes 23 minutes. 23 minutes and 11 seconds before you give in and send a text. You were fuming by this time and what comes out of you is a brick wall of a text; a purge of sharp words and every curse you could think of. It feels good, it feels really fucking good. Until you read it over. Then, you feel defeated.

Even after leaving his ass for the 2nd time almost 4 months ago, he still had a hold on you. Enough of a hold to make you a rage filled teary-eyed mess as you texted him. It was supposed to be easier four months out, right?

Though you hated him right now, you did care about him, loved him, loved his family. Angel was maybe the most damaged person you know, and you had to remind yourself, love or not, history or not, it wasn’t your job to fix him or soothe his wounds. You delete the very honest, very scathing text and write something else.

{You: We need to talk. Free tomorrow?}

Three dots appear instantly, it makes you wonder if he felt you texting him. You two had a weird ass connection like that. The three dots linger a while, with his new name in your phone, ‘do not text’

{Angel: is this your stubborn ass way of asking me to come over?}

You roll your eyes and almost smile, almost.

{You: No. I mean talk, literally.}

Three dots appear, then vanish.

{You: Tomorrow, I’ll stop by. Around 8? Just please wait for your groupie sex fest until after I leave. I don’t need to see that shit.}

{Angel: It could be me and you, querida, like old times.}

You write something, delete it, then pause. He doesn’t write either. You put your phone down beside you on the bed and rub your face with your hands. Your phone buzzes.

[Angel: fuck this texting shit, I’m coming over.}

“Oh my god,” panicking, you quickly type telling him not to come. Then you dial his number and call. He doesn’t pick up. Knowing Angel, he was likely on his bike, speeding over here right now.

Your suspicion is right, a knock arrives at your door only 21 minutes later. You don’t want to open the door, but you know him, he’s obnoxious and will knock until you do.

When you open the door, the first thing you notice is how tired he is. He leans against the doorframe and stares down at you. It’s near impossible to look away, the tall strong figure you knew so well, that beard you love, those tattoos: he’s even wearing the backward cap and sleeveless t-shirt combo you loved. Asshole, he did this on purpose.

Angel’s hungry gaze moves over your form, then lingers on your bare legs. “You put that one on for me?” He asks with a smirk.

You glance down and realize what shirt you’re wearing. It was a simple, oversized band tee. The shorts you have on underneath are hidden by the length. When you changed your clothes, you just pulled one out without looking. It was Angel's favorite too.

“It’s for me,” you grip the handle tighter, “I told you not to come over.”

Angel shrugs, “ phone died.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s lying and try to close the door. Angel blocks it, steps inside, then closes it behind him. He smells like beer, cigarettes and leather.

“Angel -”

“I knew you missed me, I could tell by the way you look at me from the bar, all heart eyes and shit.”

“You’re delusional. And an asshole.”

You head toward him with the intention of opening the front door. As you pass him, Angel grabs your arm and slips his free hand behind your head. Before you can protest, Angel leans in and crashes his lips against yours.

With wide eyes you watch him kiss you. You can feel your body reacting, despite telling it not too. You always loved the way it feels, being pressed beneath him.

Your hands are flat against his chest now, for a brief moment you slide them down, feeling his muscles. Your eyes start to close, you almost give in - almost.

You push him away with a shove and step back, putting distance between your bodies. Your heart is pounding now, you take a moment to catch your breath. Angel’s kisses, just like the rest of him, were sinfully seductive and addictive. One taste has the power to regress all the work you’ve done.

You don't want that. You want better. You need better.

Angel responds as expected to the rejection. He steps back, doing that thing he does with his head when he’s pissed. “Yo what the fuck?!”

“We don’t kiss!” You bark at him. “Angel, we are not a couple, we’re not lovers…we’re not even friends right now. You can’t pull shit like that!” You take another step back and cross your arms, shielding your body from him.

Angel sucks his teeth and brushes you off.

“That’s really fucking rude, you know that right?”

“Shit, like you care. "Angel hissed venomously. He paces at the other end of the hall.  “You fucking broke up with me, remember?” Angel walks away and heads into your kitchen.

I can’t fucking believe this guy. Cursing under your breath, you follow him inside and find him opening your fridge, his back toward you.

“You fucking confusing you know that?”

You can barely believe what you’re hearing. “ME? How the fuck am I confusing, Angel? I’ve stayed away from you for months! I don’t text you, even when you text me. We only see each other at the clubhouse. I ignored your late-night drunk calls. How the fuck am I confusing?”

With fast angry steps, you storm toward the fridge and slam it shut before he can grab anything. The act of aggression surprises him, he takes a step back and stares at you.

Your body is almost shaking with anger now. The tense expression on his face melts to something else, amusement. He chuckles and leans into the nearby counter.

“You cute when you’re all pissed off and shit.”

“Oh my god.” you take a deep breath and rest your hands on your hips, “everything's a joke, isn’t it?”

“Not everything.” He tilts his head to the side and smiles. When you don’t, he leans over and smiles wider, “come on, where is it?”

He’s not going to ease it out of you, even though he almost does. You keep control of your expression. The bastard was charming. And this has worked in the past. But you don’t want to get stuck there, you want to move toward the future. A future that might have Manny as part of it. You step around to the other side of the counter and rest your hands on the surface, trying to sort your thoughts.

“Querida,” Angel walks over to you and grabs your shoulder.

“Don’t call me that.” You lift his hand and move a few steps away.

Angel stays where he is and lowers his head, “You know what I was doin' when you texted?”

You raise a brow, “Fucking your problems away?”

Angel chuckles, “naw. I was layin' on the couch, watching that shitty Novela. The one you used to watch with me. I had me thinkin' about you and shit…. about us…about tryin' again.” The vulnerability in his eyes almost melts your heart. But you stay strong. “How's that shit go…third times a charm or whatever? Don’t you wanna see if that's true?”

The weight of this words plus spending all day on your feet hits you all at once. You go to the table and sink into the chair closest to the window. Angel doesn’t say anything, he alternates between staring down at his feet and you.

You take a breath, exhale, then speak, “If we ever find our way to each other again, Angel, it will be as friends. Just friends. Remember that? I miss that version of us. Everything was so easy. So uncomplicated.”

Angel rubs the back of his neck, eyes cast down. You know if he could, he would light a cigarette right now. But he seems respectful of your no-smoking rule. Eventually, he mutters, “I fuckin miss you. This shits got me all fucked up. You think this is easy?” He glances over at you from under his brows.

“For you? Easier. You just drink, smoke and fuck to bury it.”

He scoffs, “It’s not even like that, not all the time. You don’t see all the times I go home alone or fucking drive out to the middle of nowhere just to clear my head. The shit never works by the way.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Angel.”

“I gotta see you every week, without being with you. Don’t get me started on those Yuma motherfuckers. Flirting with you and shit, like I’m not even there. Especially that skinny fuck with the stupid neck tattoo…his ass properly making friendship bracelets with Ez right now.” He shakes his head.

You suppress a laugh and store away the ‘i miss you’ you can't handle that right now.  “You jealous? Ez can have friends you know.”

Angel pulls out the chair across from you and sits with a dramatic sigh. You stare at each other in silence.

You speak first, “I wish you didn’t come over. I had a long ass day and this -" you pause and rub the bridge of your nose, “let’s just do this then.” You open your eyes, “I hope one day we can be friends again; I would like that. But I could never be your girl again, ever. We tried and each time it failed. I don't want to be that person who keeps going back to a fucked situation.”

He’s quiet, eerily quiet. His brown eyes are heavy with pain, anger, and something you can’t name.

“I’ve been hearing you telling people we’re together or hinting at it. You can’t do that. I’m not property. I’m not yours. I was going to ask what you’re telling people but honestly, I’m way too tired Angel. I can’t even - “

He abruptly pushes back in the chair and stands. Cursing under his breath, he glares down at you. “I fucking knew it. Who is he?”

Your eyes locked on his, you lean over the table, “my personal life is no longer any of your business, Angel. You are not allowed to ask that.”

When you don’t back down, he kicks the chair. You rise to your feet.

“No! That is not happening here, you are not breaking my furniture. Go, leave!” You point to direction of the door.

He’s got the look of a wild animal now, chest heaving. He takes a step back, then another. Angel turns and leaves the apartment; you hear the door close behind him followed by his bike roaring up the street.

…

The next morning

Tired isn’t enough to describe how you feel right now. Your eyes float over to the closed door of Templo, they’ve been in there for a while now. Manny arrived at the early end, though he said good morning and greeted you with his usual smile he felt distant.

Angel barreled in on the border of being late, he walked in without acknowledging you, which was fine, you didn’t want to look at him either. You try to keep yourself busy and focus on getting through the day.

When the meeting ends, the door slides open, and members start to refill the room. Some make their way to the bar, and you start putting a few beers on the counter. Your eyes follow the Reyes brothers as they walk out and through the front door, followed by Manny.

The new hire, whose name you refuse to remember, also Angel’s newest poor coping habit, rushes through the door.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My alarm - “

Narrowing your eyes at her, you step back as she walks behind the bar. “I’m taking a break.” You say and leave her.

Stepping outside, you linger off to the side and watch as a black van pulls up before Ez, Angel and Manny. A man gets out with a middle-aged white guy with a ton of luggage. The scene before you becomes even more bizarre when you notice a kid. When the door opens again, you duck back inside and head to the bar.

When Manny, Ez and Angel don’t return, a knot forms in your stomach. It’s likely Alvarez sent them on a job. Everything was already tense and though your mind doesn’t want to go there, you feel yourself thinking the worst. What if your name came up? What if Manny and Angel had a confrontation?

Working on autopilot, you hand off a few more drinks and hope for the best.

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𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

hayden (harvard hottie) x woc!reader

summary: you and your golden boy have an eventful date in new york city.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, lots of flirting

three knocks could be heard from the front door of your tiny apartment, once the door was opened, it revealed a shy hayden with orange flowers wrapped in newspaper, his cheeks rosy crescents and his neptune eyes caught the galaxies behind yours, as if the lonesome, cold planet has finally found his home.

"hi pretty boy." you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek while he carefully placed his hands on your sides.

"hi, i picked them especially for you." he handed you the flowers as his strawberry lips curled into a small smile, and god how badly you wanted to kiss them.

"you shouldn't have." you took the flowers from him and placed them in a small vase filled with water, "thank you pretty boy."

"so, shall we go?" he lend you his arm and off you went.

your first stop was the metropolitan museum of arts. the wide halls of the museum were filled with majestic sculptures of gods and goddesses of myths and tales. if you weren't in your right mind, you would've mistaken harvard's golden boy as one.

hayden guides you by the hand as you both wander the vermilion corridors, hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of exhibits and galleries.

"do you think we'll end up like them? hung up in a museum while people share our tales and admire our bodies?" your playful question let a chuckle out of your pretty boy.

"hmmm, why not? i know for a fact that you will be so admired, aphrodite, athena and artemis merged into one person." his strawberry lips were caught between his crystal teeth as he eyed your figure.

"whatever you say, pretty boy." the petname that rolled out of your mouth like red liquor made him want to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and stay there forever.

in the fuzzy euphoria of rushing feet, hushed giggles and effervescent laughter, lingering touches and stares that made their skins jump, you and hayden shared the love of knowledge through arts.

painting that held meanings with every flow of their brushes, paintings that held history within their frames.

as you both left the halls of the met, your fingers intertwined and bodies stuck together like metal and magnet. you looked up at hayden's face which was covered in copper constellations, if you you had all the time in the world, you'd kiss each and every one of them, then write the story behind them.

"will we ever make it to the louvre?" your left cheek was resting on hayden's shoulder, your fingers drawing figure circles on his hand.

"i'll show you the world, pretty girl, and i'll let the world see you." he placed a sloppy kiss on your temple. you perked your face up at him, and placed a passionate kiss on his feverish lips, which he gladly returned by holding your head closer.

the kiss was needy, loving, and longing. you felt shooting stars in your stomach, rare but so unique. the universe was spiraling into a never ending loop that you felt every jiffy of.

"love is pain in disguise, a scorpion lying in wait for the right moment, to strike inject you with its poison before scuttling off into the shadows.

and i know that I'll gladly follow you into the shadows." your fingers caressed his face before trailing his abdomen and drawing circles there, a habit anxiousness has created for you.

"and i know for a fact that I'll never scuttle off to the shadows without you, you have bewitched my soul to never leave yours." he held you close like you were his final resort, and kissed away your pains once more.

"so, you're still in for pizza in harlem?" his playful tone returned, causing you to blurt out a giggle.

"of course, pretty boy."

[blkgirl-writing]

"Unforgettable" Sokka x Woc!reader smut

Summary: Sokka can't get a dirty image of you out of his mind.

Warnings: sexualization of the female body, because we are queens. Male masterbation, cursing.

A/n: First Sokka Smut!!! It's not quite a full smut, but it's getting there. I'm proud of this one. As in nearing the end of my binge of Atla, I keep falling deeper in live with this boy. I set up a part 2, but we shall see if it gets one. Please leave some feedback if you want another one!

Sokka couldn't get you out of his mind. The memory of your body seeping into every single thought of his. Pure intentioned or not, you ended up in the front of his brain.

Water dripped down your glowing skin, the light shining down on you like a beam of pure beauty. Water around you glimmering like gems.

You stood in the cool water just above your knees. Your fingers were tangled deep in your hair, finally taking the time to detangle the locks, hair brushing your skin as you hummed a tune he didnt know.

Sokka stood there, balancing himself on a tree, about two seconds away from biting off his bottom lip.

"Oh! Sokka. Hey." You greeted, shooting him a soft, kind smile. Thing is, you didn't bother to cover up, to sink into the water, or use your arms to cover as much as you could. No. You just looked at him, and it took all of his might to not just melt right there.

"I was just taking a bath. Did you wanna come in?" Sokka blinked, keeping his eyes on yours, not daring to look back down. You were both adults, he shouldn't feel like a schoolboy, looking at a pair of boobs for the first time. but he does. He's staring at the curve of your breasts, the valley between them, the dips of your hips. You're fully enchanting him.

"I uh...just...I should get back to the camp. I just got a bit lost. I'm sorry. Keep uh, doing your thing. No hurry. Take your time-" and just like that, he was off, leaving you alone in the pond.

Fuck. He was rock hard. Shit.

Fucking dumbass. You had invited him in with you, clearly. But you were also his friend, and he didn't think you saw him like...that. sure, you were the adults of the group, and had always had something, but sokka couldn't fully accept the idea of the two of you. At least, until he saw you naked.

Everything shifted. The rest of the day, he kept to himself. Fingers seeming to always fiddle with his boomerang, or sharpen his blade. He couldn't keep still for the life of him, and it wasnt like it went unnoticed. Toph told him to fuck off, Katara asked him if he was okay. He needed to blow off some steam. And some fighting practice just wasnt gonna do it.

Sokka was the last one to go to his tent, waiting until the moon was well into the sky, and everyone was sound asleep.

He settled himself in hid tent, propping himself up slightly with a pillow. He could see the outline of his erection through his pants, practically begging for attention. It had almost gotten painful. Sokka eagerly pushed down the fabric to his thighs. His dick already leaking precum down the swollen tip.

His hand trailed down his stomach, slowly wrapping his fingers around his cock, gently taking himself in his hand, pumping himself just enough to release some of the pressure of the day.

Sokka didn't try to suppress the desire anymore, letting his imagination go wild, dreams that he never admitted to.

He imagined your fingers working at his dick rather than his own hand, your lips wrapped around the top, staring at him as you worked your way to deepthroating him. Cheeks hollowd around his cock, his hands weaving through your hair, grasping for his dear life.

Your body, burned into his mind. The fight practices you had together, when sweat dripped down your skin, hair messy and coming out of your braids. How your lips parted as you heaved in breaths. The way you licked your lips, bit them when concentrating.

"Y/n! Fuck, yes!" His voice came out far, far louder than intended. His free hand went to cover his mouth, but he didn't stop pumping. He was so, so close, he couldn't stop now. He would hear if someone came near. The vision of you in his mind started to blur, eyes nearly rolling back into his head from the pleasure.

"Hey, sokka-Oh"

you stood still at the opening of the tent, eyes wide, completely unable to look away from the scene in front of you. It had just...happened so fast. One second you hear a strangled moan and sokka shouting your name, the next you see him with his cock in his hand, cum dripping down his fingers, some splattered on his stomach. No, it was far too good to keep your eyes off of. His face was a but flushed, a thin veil of sweat on his skin. Splayed out like a god in a sculpture.

"I uh-" Sokka stuttered, looking around for something, anything, to cover his crotch with.

"I thought I heard my name and-" you blinked, lips parted, heavy, deep breathes being the only thing from keeping you from passing out. The air was thick, warm, sweaty, it smelled overwhelmingly of sex.

"Look, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything-you just keep, uh, having fun." It was a sorry excuse to leave, but you did. Quickly stepping back and turning around. Letting out a deep, long, haggled breath.

"Wait! One second, fuck-" Sokkas voice came through the canvas, sounds of him stumbling around clear in the otherwise calm, quiet night.

"I didn't mean to say your name, I swear, it just slipped out and it sounded quieter than I thought-"

"It's okay, really, I don't mind at all." It came out much, much more...needy, than you'd wanted. This wasn't exactly how you'd imagined telling sokka that you found him attractive (usually, they ended with some sort of rejection, even in dreams.) You were just...a bit stunned. Trying to convince yourself that it really was a mistake, acting like this had been the first time he had said it. But, the few times you had to share a bed, or slept in close quarters, you heard the same thing, and that wasn't something you could just brush away.

"Oh." Sokka sighed, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. But, only one of many. His shoulders were still tense, jaw still clenched.

"Sokka, I really don't want you to feel bad for what you were doing." You reached for his hand, just brushing your own with his, making sure he knew you were there, and it was okay, more than okay.

"I'm a fucking perv, that's what I am." He muttered, eyes glued to the floor. You could almost hear his brain overheating.

"No! No, it's natural to get yourself off-"

"Fucking hell," sokka really, truly wanted to die. Right there and then. Life no longer worth living, at least not after this.

"It's not as bad as you think, sokka." Your voice was soft, trying to be as comforting as possible, for you and sokka. You were so glad sokka wasn't able to look at you, cause your pure lust and neediness was crystal clear on your face.

"How?" He wanted nothing more than to apologize and curl up into a ball.

"Because I liked hearing you say my name like that." He never understood how you could say the most intense things with such ease. The weight of the words crystal clear, yet almost hummed.

"Say that again," It was dumb, but, he wanted to hear you say it again. He needed you to.

"Because I thought you saying my name like that was a dream come true." You smiled, gaze settling to the stars above, just for a bit of release. To make confessing a bit easier. "I loved it when you moaned my name."

"Wh..."

"Sokka, use your words."

"I was using words!" Sokka shot back.

"Were you thinking of me when you were masterbating?" You almost choked on the words, feeling yourself cringe at how it came out. Almost desperate. Needing him to say yes. Pleading that the dream last a bit longer.

"Yeah," Sokka breathed in deep, exhaling a somewhat shakey breath. "you're just so hot and sexy and seeing you today made me crazy. I mean, youre just so out of my league, and I couldn't get you out of my head. You drive me crazy, y/n, everything about you. Your body, your voice...sorry, was that too far?"

"Sokka, I've wanted to fuck you since the day I met you." You laughed, resisting the string urge to roll your eyes at his pure ignorance. "We both know we've been dancing around our tension. I cant count the amount of times I went to bed all hot and bothered and dreamed about you."

"So...you find me fuckable, and you've had wet dreams about me?"

"Gods have mercy, Sokka, you're the most handsome man I've ever met, and you know it."

"Of course I do." His hands settled on his hips, a small, cocky grin on his lips. His brain was going again, but this time, on the autopilot you loved. When he was at his most confident.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Sokka turned to you, testing out the waters a bit, he placed his hand on your lower back, pulling you slightly closer to him.

"Sokka, if you don't kiss me right now-"

"Then what? What will you do?"

"I dunno... fuck you or something."

"Now I'm thinking otherwi-" you cut him off with your lips, pressing lightly on his soft ones, grasping at the back of his hair, anything to get him closer to you. His hand wandered down, grasping at your skin, pulling your hips towards his desperately.

"Wanna go into my tent?"

"I would be crazy if I said no."

[operation-619]

Satan’s Angel

Johnny Storm x WOC!Reader

Summary: She was hidden from the world at the age of 16 when something within her awoke. Something demonic. But she has her brother to hold onto when things start to get worse, because he’s there for her. Right?

warnings: language, blood, violence, mentions of medical problems. mentions of needles, abuse and torture. 18+

WC: 2.2K

masterlist I Chapter 2

So I wrote this ack in my Quotev days, and I decided to edit it - because it was atrociously written. And I’m now posting it on here so I hope you enjoy my loves 

-619x

The world has never been in my favour, I realise that now.

I should’ve realised it years ago.

But standing here looking my estranged brother in the eyes; I finally realise that the world has led me on a path that had to end this way, no matter how hard I tried to swerve and dodge the upcoming circumstance, I would always end up staring at my brothers empty eyes, with my hand deep in his chest.

Killing him. Killing my brother.

She sat there, waiting for the pain to embrace her like a long-lost cousin. She knew it was time; her heart was spasming, she could hardly breathe. Her eyes were watery, tears sliding down her face.

Yet she sat there at the edge of her bed staring out the window that occupied the whole wall opposite her bed. She could see the mountains from her bed so clearly. It was as if she was there.

If she was there.

Her chest moved erratically, her cheeks soaked with tears, yet she sat calmly; pondering, wondering, daydreaming about a life outside these four walls that kept her trapped in her own mind.

A mind that kept her sane and crazy all at the same time. She would dream up stories of a handsome young prince saving her with a fiery kiss. Or most times it was a nightmare, a world made of purple skies and vibrant green grass, set aflame; with bodies lying across the ground as she ran with some man, her hand in his so he wouldn’t lose her, the other hand on her belly housing a precious creature. She never got the end of the nightmare because she would wake up just before a monster jumped on top of her.

She would always jolt up, sweat weighing heavy on her skin, a scream rising up her throat along with bile and the feeling on nostalgia. She hated how she knew the place she was dreaming of yet couldn’t place a finger on it.

Before she could ponder anymore, she felt the first flicker of pain, it started at the bottom of her spine, and oh-so painfully started to spread across the rest of her rigid body. She drew in a ragged breath as the pain wrapped a hand around her heart and squeezed. She clenched her eyes shut tight and tried soothe her breathing, but the hand around her heart squeezed harder. She gasped out in pain and rolled forward; landing on the floor on her knees as her hand started to scrape at her chest, desperately trying to remove the hand off of her heart. It was as if it was laughing at her attempts because next thing she knew, the hand squeezed so hard she fell forward onto her hand and screamed.

She screamed so loudly, black dots clouded her vision and danced around her. Her throat felt sore, but she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

Her body shook as sobs replaced the screaming in a matter of seconds. She hated this, for the past eight years it just seems to be getting worse. Ever since she surpassed her sixteenth birthday, all it has ever been was pain, pain and pain. It was tenfold as worse as it used to be. Before her sixteenth birthday it was like a build up to the pain she was feeling now. Minor headaches, to migraines, to temperatures either too hot or too cold. No one knew what was wrong with her. Not even the best doctors’ money could buy. And if it wasn’t for Victor she wouldn’t be here, with round the clock care to make sure she is okay, she knew that he loved her even though he wasn’t around as much as he used to be. She knew.

Of course, he loves you. Your all he’s got, and vice-versa.

The thoughts echoed around her head, bouncing painfully off her head.

The vibrations of the floor let her know that the people were on their way.  Moments later she felt her body being lifted from the floor, she felt herself slump against the broad chest of some man, she given up fighting against the pain and just let it take over her system. She couldn’t stop the tears, the echoed the lack of control she had over her own body as the gushed down her paling face.

“Hush now, close your eyes. I’ve got you.” The deep voice vibrated through her body, it felt oddly familiar and through all the pain she managed to look up into the familiar blue eyes of her brother.

“Vic- “her words fell short as she lost the energy to speak, instead she used all her energy to place her hand onto his smooth cheek.

“Hush, it’s okay. I’m here now.” With that statement she let her eyes roll to the back of her head, as the pain drowned her in its last tidal wave.

  Victor released a long ‘huff’ as he stopped at another traffic light. He regretted coming back to New-York at 14:00 pm when the streets would be busy with the afternoon rush. He rhythmically tapped his fingers against the arms rest and looked on through the divider, he smirks as he saw his driver’s hand gripping the wheel tightly out of frustration too.

His attention was quickly drawn to his phone when he heard the ringtone brake through the silence in the car; reaching into his jacket he removed his phone from the inside pocket of his black Louis Vuitton suit jacket.

‘Her vitals are erratic again; she’s going to go into Comatose. But I think it’s best if you came over. You can get the samples you need.’

The text message was all he needed for him to clear his throat and say;

“Michael, turn back around to the airport, please. We’re going to visit my sister.” With a nod from Michael, the car was swiftly turned around and quickly driven back to the airport. He sent a text to his pilot, telling him to ready the helicopter that will bring him to the facility he has in the Alps, which is coincidentally where he is keeping his sister.

Victors blue eyes grew stormy as he remembered how much pain his sister has been through in the past few years, the undiagnosed tantrums her body would throw sent his sister into an unbreakable cycle of pain and then unconsciousness. He knew deep down that one day she’ll have an episode that she won’t concur.

He remembers the first time it happened; he was stepping through his front door. He barley even had time to take his jacket off before he heard a scream that made his blood curl, rushing upstairs he was met with a sight that had the breath taken out of him, there hunched on the bed was his sister.

Head clasped between her hands, nails digging into her skin as if she was trying to peel her own skin off, her lower face was covered in blood from her nose, and her eyes were screaming for help, for an escape that she was so desperately seeking.

Victor rushed forward and attempted to prise her hands off her head. But was met with a force that had him crashing into wall next to the door. He looked up and saw his sister looking at him with unnatural black eyes and a hand pointed towards him with her palm open. Her eyelids fluttered before they were back to their normal hue.

“Help me…” her voice came out hoarse and timid before she convulsed onto the ground.

Surging forward Victor managed to catch her head just in time before it hit the corner of the bed frame. His vision was blurry as he looked at his sister, her head cradled in his lap as he tried to steady her from the excessive shaking.

His ears picked up the sirens and then the sound of the door getting thrown open as paramedics came rushing upstairs.

Yet he couldn’t move, his body wasn’t registering what was actually happening.  

Their voices all became mumbled as he watched them pry her out of his grip, he tried to speak but his mouth wouldn’t move it just stayed there, hanging open like a fool.

He continued to stare at the group of paramedics struggling to hold his sister still as he felt two pairs of hands under his arms to haul him up.

‘Come on son.’ The voice sounded so distant and foreign to him as he let the two strangers support his weight as it appeared his own legs couldn’t do that. He hazily watched as the world around him moved without some much of a struggle. Next thing he knew he was sat on the curb with a blanket wrapped around him. Apparently for the shock.

Fuck that.

His head snapped to the side as he heard the shouting of the paramedics as the rushed his unconscious sister out of the house; one split off from the group and came over to him.

“Are you the boyfriend?” Victor shook his head, eyes trained on his sisters’ body being hauled into the back of the ambulance.

“Brother,” he managed to rasp out.

“Okay then that’s even better. Can you tell me anything about her?” His eyes stayed trained on his sister as the paramedics sorted her out in the back, the doors were wide open so he could see what they were doing.

“Yeah, yeah.” He numbly nodded. Half listening to what the man was saying.

“Any mental illness, inherited disorders from the family?” Victor continued to shake his head; the man continued asking questions, but they all had the same answer. A shake of the head from Victor Von-Doom.

“Okay can you tell me how old she is?” Victor looked down at his Rolex, his eyebrows furrowed in sadness when he realised what day it was. The watch read back 03:45am.

“October 31st, she turned sixteen forty-five minutes ago.” He finally looked over at the paramedic and noticed how young he really was, said paramedics face contorted into a look of unease. Victor sent him a look of confusion which lead to the boy looking away.

“Sorry sir, it’s just three am is considered the ‘witching hour’ in my religion, and it clashes with it being Halloween today as well- ‘the paramedic turned around and noticed the look on Victors face and cleared his throat- ‘Sorry sir. Happy birthday to her, you can ride with her if you wish.”

And with that the young boy scurried off.

Looking out the window, Victor noticed they were about to touch down on the landing pad. Exhaling unsteadily, he rolled his shoulders back preparing himself what was to come.

If only he knew.

  The steady, rhythmic beeping of the EKG machine soothed Victors heart as he stood by the window and looked out onto the scenery that was suspiciously calming. Now he understood why his sister made him replace the tiny window for this huge one. It was once a wall, but with the extra light and the view it made the room less constricting, less likely of a panic attack for her.

“Hey.” The soft voice barley reached his ears, but he heard it and he couldn’t be happier. Spinning around he marched to her side and plonked himself down onto the chair that he’d been sat in for the past fourteen hours.

“Name?”

“(Y/N) Von-Doom. Victor?”

“No, Birthday?” “Monday, October Thirty-first, three am. Victor please.”

“Favourite person in the world?”

“Steve Harvey.”

“Hey, what happened to it being me”

“You wouldn’t shut up. Your making my head hurt Victor.” She raised a hand to rub her temple, only to hiss in pain as her muscles burned. Tears clouded her vison as she remembered what happened.

“Did anyone get hurt?” She was met with a ‘no’ from her brother. She mumbled a response that Victor couldn’t hear. He watched her as she looked out the window; eyes glassed over and distant, like she was somewhere else.

“I can’t do this anymore,” her voice was quiet, lacking emotion. It caused Victors heart to beat faster. He couldn’t let her go. Not now.

“(Y/N)?”

“I mean, here. Here in this room. Because these episodes are getting stronger, I can feel it. I probably won’t survive the next one. Or fuck, the one after that. Who knows Victor. I need to leave, get out of here. I don’t care where, I just need to leave.” Her sobs grew louder as did the EKG machine, he tried to soothe her, but it only grew worse.

Doctors and nurse appeared in a matter of minutes, they checked the vitals and the machine only to see her hysterically crying.

“Ma’am, you need to calm down for me please.” The nurse’s voice was sweet, almost taunting to (Y/N). She sighed when the girls crying grew louder. Nodding towards the older man in a pair of grey scrubs she quickly caught (Y/N)’s attention as the Doctor came forward and injected her with a mild sedative.

With in seconds the room grew quite as they all watched (Y/N)’s eyes close slowly.

Just before she went completely under; Victor cupped her cheek.

“I need you. So, I promise I’ll find out what’s going on. You’ll get out of here soon. I promise.”

He watched her eyes close completely and looked out of the window, leaning back against the chair he spoke one last time before closing his eyes:

“I promise.”

——

Chapter 2

[jooniperhun]

The End of the Rainbow | ot7 (1)

pairing: tall!black!reader x bts, poc!reader x bts, woc!reader x bts, black!reader x bts

genre: fluff, strangers to friends to (maybe) lovers [later], romance [later], comedy, misunderstandings [later], (slight) angst [later], smut (maybe??) [later], idol!au

rating: PG-14

wc: 2.3k

warnings: swearing

notes: the boys won’t make an appearance until chapter 2 but there is some foreshadowing in there (hint hint); pretend that corona never happened; most of the geographical locations/distances will either be made up or not named because I’ve never been to Korea lol whoops; this reads more like a reader-insert sorry that’s my default writing setting; and the boys’ backstories and such won’t be all that accurate because I’m the author and I say so teehee :)

“Text like this is spoken in Korean.”

“Text like this is spoken in English.”

summary: Your current job as a travelling housesitter has taken you to many places, some strange and many wonderful. When the acquisition of a new client takes you to Korea for three months, you wonder if your self-esteem can survive being around so many other-worldly looking people. Also, not to be paranoid or anything, but maybeperhaps you’re being stalked by the same seven strangers? They’re pretty loud and always surrounded by a tonne of people, so you write it off the first few times.

But this shit is getting excessive, chile. And annoying…

Rhetorical question, but what lies at the end of a rainbow? You hope that it’s a pot of gold, but with the way that your luck has soured, it might just be seven short(er than you), rowdy leprechauns ready to flip your world sideways…

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Usually, when it came to social outings, ___ would go out of her way to make sure that she looked her best. Her wild mane would be tamed, her makeup would be carefully, painstakingly applied, and her clothes wouldn’t hold a single wrinkle. This, however, isn’t ‘usually’— this is an airport, and ___ currently couldn’t find it within herself to give a single, flying fuck about her appearance after the flight that she had just had. 

That isn’t to say that it was terrible— she was flying first class, for Christ’s sake! Not to mention that she didn’t have to spend a single dime on it (excluding the multiple new outfits and lashes that she purchased for herself because if she was anything, it was slightly vain). But a roughly 18 hour flight, combined with slight motion sickness? It doesn’t matter how comfortably she had dressed, or how attentive the flight attendants were, or how delicious the food was— ___ walked off of the landing strip probably looking exactly as she felt (read: terrible). 

Luckily, the good thing about airports was that she wasn’t the only one. No one paid her any mind, too worried about themselves and finding their respective luggages and families to be giving some rando more than a passing glance. 

She was officially in Seoul, South Korea, and she couldn’t read a damn thing.

Okay— slight exaggeration. Most of the signs had English (and Spanish, and Chinese, and Japanese) translations beneath the larger blocks of Korean, but her damn near-blind ass missed that the first time around. 

The airport looked as airports tended to look— large, modern, and clean. There was a beautiful netting of glass in the ceiling that let gentle rays of sunlight in. The walls were similarly comprised of the netting design and slanted outwards, away from all of the passengers. Statues and abstract constructions divided the masses. People from all walks of life milled around, looking for their luggage or anxiously waiting for their plane to arrive.

Incheon International Airport, Terminal One, Flight DL27. ___ reminded herself over and over of the number of where she would go for Baggage Claim, scanning the area and mumbling slightly to herself. She adjusted her dark shades and hefted her purse (her only carry-on) higher onto her shoulders, following the crush of fellow passengers into the depths of the fragile looking place. 

There were a lot of people walking around with black facemasks and shades on, so she was glad that she wasn’t the only shady-looking sista walking around. Inwardly snorting at her own pun, ___ nearly walked past her destination. 

It was honestly this part of each trip that gave her the most anxiety— that is, waiting for her suitcase to come around on the conveyor belt.

She had heard and read multiple horror stories about too many passengers never recovering their luggage. Either stolen, lost, or dropped from the airplane itself— if it could go wrong, it went wrong. But it’s not like hers’ is particularly interesting to look at. It was a simple, standard black. Only a red, knotted ribbon tied around the handle marked it as her own.

Ten minutes of fretful bag checking later, ___ finally found it. She gave a silent sigh of relief and turned towards the exit. Then, her anxiety flared right back up when she realized that she would have to hail a taxi to get to her destination. 

Honestly, her people-meter was getting a little bit too full for her to actually be initiating direct human interaction right now. 

But she would persevere! Even if her persistence could use a bit of work, she’s faked confidence enough times to make it. 

Getting a taxi to stop for her was like pulling teeth. By the time that she had stuffed her menial baggage into the trunk and clambered into the front seat, her temper had risen a few notches. She’s had a long two days. The flight wasn’t kind on her stomach or her sleep schedule— not to mention the fact that she felt disgusting. A shower sounded so nice right now… She didn’t want to be on the streets any longer than she had to be, dammit!

Donning her ‘Customer Service’ voice (as she liked to call it), she politely rattled off her destination to the driver in Korean. He was on the younger side for the profession (at least, from what she’s seen), with neatly laid dark hair and slightly tanned skin. His dark eyes constantly shifted from the road to her when they were stopped for traffic, but he luckily seemed to sense her mood as he did not say anything more than the polite initial greeting. 

All in all, it was a 30 minute drive filled with determinedly unawkward silence. ___ sent a quick text to her employer to inform them that she would be at the house in a bit, then sent another to her mother to let her know that she touched down safely. Almost immediately, her phone began to buzz.

Rolling her eyes, ___ answered. “Good morning to you too, Ma.” She said as her full lips tilted up in amusement. Upon hearing the English, the driver sent another glance in her direction.

“Hey, baby! It’s night time for us right now (we just got finished eating dinner). How was your flight?” Her mother’s voice gave a slightly tinny echo as she spoke, and the sound of shifting fabric clued ___ in to the fact that she, indeed, was probably on the toilet.

“Tiring. I forgot to buy Dramamine, so it was a fun time for me.” She switched hands with her phone so that she could look out of her window more comfortably. Little snatches of the city flashed by before they turned into a slightly more residential area. The houses here were large and gated, yet closely located. “How is everyone doing? No-one dead yet, right?”

Her mother snorted. “Yet is correct. Turns out, ya’ sister got herself a lil boyfriend—” ___ had to stifle her laugh before she gave herself away, “— and ya’ daddy wasn’t too happy when he found out. Her fast ass is sitting in her room right now, phone taken and everything. Woulda’ gotten an ass whoopin if we found anything triflin’ in it, but she’s clean.” Yeah, only because of her advice. No sending nudes back and forth, no secret folders dedicated to trifling shit, and no conversations going further than normal teen-girl gossip. Those were her three cardinal rules to sneaking around with a boy, and it seems that her little sister had done well to heed them.

“And the lil’ boy? Anyone we know?” ___ asked, playing along. If her parents found out she already knew about him, her ass would be grass, too. 

“Yes!” Ma exclaimed frustratedly. The driver jumped at the sudden loud sound in the otherwise silent car. “That nigga, Devin. Lives a block down from us? You know the one.” She gave the appropriate gasp at the news while rolling her eyes. Devin was a sweet boy who had a good future ahead of himself. There was no goddamn way she would waste her painstakingly gathered advice on someone who wasn’t good for her sister.

“Dam— I mean, wow. You think you know the people you live around...” She caught herself quickly before she cursed. Even halfway across the world, her fear of her ma’s wrath was still very, very healthy.

“I heard that, but I’ll let it slide this time.” Her mother’s tone was amused despite her previous outrage. 

“Anyways, as I was saying… I don’t see anything wrong with Devin. He was a nice boy, last time I talked to him.” From the cover of her shades, ___ watched the driver watch her from the corner of his eye. The car began to slow.

“Tell that to ya’ daddy. He—” Ma began to rant as ___ pulled the phone away from her ear. 

“How much do I owe you?” She asked quietly, hands dropping to rummage through her purse for her wallet as she cradled the phone between her ear and her shoulder. “—Alright, Ma. Imma have to call you back. We just pulled up to the house and I gotta get situated.”

Handing the driver the appropriate amount of Won, they both left the car to remove her luggage from his trunk. “Okay, sweetie. Love you! Call me again when you get settled in.” Her mother echoed as she mouthed a quick ‘Thank you,’ with a shallow bow.

“Gotcha. Love you, too! Bye.” She hung up and grabbed the handle of her suitcase, making it extend before dragging it behind her towards the house that they had stopped in front of.

She couldn’t really see anything past the high, brick walls and iron gate. Spotting an intercom, she quickly checked her reflection in her phone’s camera before she could press the button to call her employer.

Removing her silk head-scarf, she found that her high puff had held up reliably under it. She quickly stuffed it into her purse and pulled out her glasses case to place her shades in. Shoving that back in, too, she smoothed out her black jeans and checked for stains on her yellow top. It was only after assuring that her face was, indeed, clean that she rang the buzzer.

A red light blinked on before a voice answered. So there was a security camera for surveillance? Good. “Good morning! You must be ___, right?” Her voice was smooth and low, like velvet. It hinted towards an older age, especially when compared to the commonly high pitched tones of the youth.

“Yes, good morning.” ____ stepped back slightly to bow. The gate unlocked with a soft click, and she made her way up the driveway. She could only see one car at the moment, but from the size of the house— no, mansion—, she was sure that a lot more were probably in the garages (yes, plural).

The mansion was a modern white with a lot of windows to let in natural light. The lawn was cleanly cut and the rich, emerald grass shined with small droplets of morning dew. There was actually a surprising amount of yard space, which was ideal for pets and children. The only thing that she would be needing to worry about this trip was a dog and some plants, though.

Little solar-powered lights lined the walkway that ___ walked down. They looked nothing like the one-dollar versions from the Dollar Store, and definitely cost a lot more, too. She climbed a few stone steps to reach the porch. On either side of a dark-wooded door, two gold vases stood guard. They were almost as tall as her and intricately carved with little, delicate flowers. The welcome mat that she stood upon was a sensible dark brown and had a looping Welcome swirled across the front in white. 

She rang the doorbell and patiently waited.

A few moments passed before the door sprung open. The lady that answered was small and adorable in her old age. Her dark hair was sprinkled with white streaks, and her large, dark eyes were creased with laugh lines. The same lines were also wrinkled around her mouth, but they did not take away from the traditional beauty that she still held. Her cheeks were rounded and scattered with pink, and her skin was the color of milk. She was dressed in a fashionable black pantsuit and wore black pumps that boosted her height. 

“Good morning!” ___ bowed lowly with a sweet smile. Her eyes, large and slightly too round to truly be almond shaped, disappeared into crescents. With her face transformed so cutely by just a single smile, one would find it hard to believe that ___ had a mean, mean resting bitch face that, when combined with her not inconsiderable height, gave her a naturally intimidating demeanor.

Endeared, the woman bowed back. “Please, come in.” She invited, stepping aside and letting ___ and her suitcase drag in. 

***

She was still getting situated in the guest room when the door slowly creaked open.

Though she couldn’t see anything from where she was seated on the bed, the tell-tale pattern of claws clicking against the hardwood floor cued her in to who was entering— Mickey, a cute, little Shih-Tzu breed with floppy ears and a brown and white coloring. Despite the fact that he was male, Mickey had two tiny, powder-blue bows woven around his ears. His matching sweater creased slightly as he padded towards her.

“Hi, sweetie!” ___ cooed, reaching down to give him a gentle pat on the head, “Are you looking for some company now that Grandma isn’t in?” 

Mickey had been (surprisingly) very calm upon his introduction towards ___. He barely reacted (outside of a few weak wags of his fluffy tail) to her squealings of how cute he was. Perhaps it was behavior that he was used to.

He settled down onto the carpet next to her bed, the ideal spot for her to reach down and pet him if she wanted to. It was a good move on his part, because that was exactly what she wanted to do. 

___ was a huge dog lover— in fact, she just loved cute, fluffy animals in general. Cats, llamas, sheep— you name it. She tolerated reptiles, and if she had to handle insects, it was usually with gloves and a healthy bit of distance. 

The moral of the story is that she adored fur-babies, and until Mickey’s owner came to pick him up or his Grandma came back home, Mickey was her dog.

a/n: Thank you all for reading the first chapter! I really hope you liked it. The fun stuff starts next chapter, so please stay tuned! I have so much planned *evil laughter*

[artaxerxesthegreat]

Happy Birthday, Darling

(Poly!Lost Boys x WOC!Reader)

A/N: I’ve been wanting to post this for at least a month, and this is only one of like… 5 (?) fics I’ve started with these boys, simply because I felt like I didn’t do their characters justice, and decided to binge read everyone else’s fics— by the by, love reading other peoples take on these vampire babies, it warms my heart and soul honestly. @beoneofus gave me the confidence (thank you babes) to actually finish this— this thing I’m calling a oneshot so here you all go, and I truly hope you like, and enjoy it.

A/N 2: Reader is Maria’s younger cousin, haven’t seen much of a family pairing with her so I figured ‘what the hey’, though the reader’s age isn’t mentioned, she is over 18, because I’m going based off of how old the boys’ actors were when they filmed the movie. (Alex was the youngest at 19)

A/N 3: Credit to GIF maker, I’m assuming it’s @tvneon

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, Cursing, violence (duh), reader has some attitude/anger problems, nothing our boys can’t handle, sass, suggestive comments, reader throws hands, the boys being themselves, reader has some body image issues, the boys loving her regardless, gets a bit spicy at the end, lip biting (?), turning into a vampire(?), smoking, cross fading, drinking blood, Paul putting David in his place, not beta read

Word count: 9370

Y/N glances at the clock to her right, counting the minutes until her cousin would get off of work. Why she decided to be at VideoMax two hours earlier than she was supposed to, was because she and Maria were going to go watch a movie later. It was Y/N’s birthday and she was dying to watch ‘Never Say Never Again’. Of course in her excitement, she got ready in the morning and lounged in Maria’s apartment with absolutely nothing to do and as the day went on, she simply couldn’t take being alone in the stuffy apartment.

So, throwing on her yellow converse and her ‘1 World One Tribe’ Martin Lawrence Jeff Hamilton leather jacket, she headed out the door to her car (that’s seen better days), and drove to VideoMax to see if time would move faster.

It didn’t.

“Uuuuugggghhhhh how much longer, Maria?” Y/N all but lays her upper body down on the counter, groaning with her dark brown curly hair falling over her face as Maria laughs at her baby cousin.

“Like I told you ten minutes ago, two hours babes.” Maria ruffles Y/N’s hair, quickly jumping out of the way of Y/N’s hand ready to swat the grin off her face.

“Don’t mess up my hair, it took me a long time to get it this good.”

“Why didn’t you just blow it out?”

“WhY DidN’T YoU jUsT BlOW iT OuT?” Y/N rolls her eyes picking herself off of the counter, “You know exactly why; I never would’ve left the bathroom and your shitty fire alarm would’ve gone off.”

Maria just smiles resuming her current tasks while Y/N groans again after stealing a glance at the clock, “This sucks! Why couldn’t you just take the day off?”

“You know exactly why; I have bills.” Maria grins at the glare Y/N sends her for throwing her words back at her, “You could just help me, it might help the time go by faster.”

Y/N squints her eyes looking at Maria with a disgruntled look, “And work for free? Hard pass.”

“Then get out from behind the counter, Y/N.” Maria shoots back, sending her a glare of her own.

Y/N sighs heavily as she lays her head back down on the counter with a bit too much drama, her forehead hitting the counter with a ‘thunk’. She smiles to herself when Maria’s laugh reaches her ears, and as she lifts herself once again, ready to fire back an insult at her cousin, she finds that Maria has left her previous spot in the comedy section.

“Yo, Maria. Where’d you go?” Y/N tries to see the black curly hair of her cousin in the rows of movie shelves, but being 5’3’’ and Maria being 5’ puts a limit on what she can see- especially if Maria is crunching on the floor. Y/N barely registers the sound of the entryway chiming to reveal new customers have entered the store, when a smooth tenor voice reaches her ears she turns with extreme confusion.

“Hey babe, how’s it going?”

Y/N turns with wide eyed confusion staring up at a blue eyed boy, wild long blonde hair and a striking smile. Blinking once she furrows her brow tilting her head at him; his smile never leaves his face, but it’s slowly faltering as the sound of silence fills the space for an awkward amount of time. Opening her mouth, Y/N tries to think of something to say; the boy smiles brightly thinking she’s going to be his form of entertainment for the night, but she comes up empty and just closes her mouth, blinks again and shouts loudly.

“MARIA?! SOME WEIRDO IS ASKING FOR YOU!” The boy jumps back not expecting the yell, and his friends begin to laugh at his reaction. Only then does Y/N see that he isn’t alone. A boy with platinum blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a dark ensemble, is standing next to a taller boy with dark hair and eyes, missing a shirt, and a shorter boy with curly blonde hair, the face of an angel, but with a smile of a devil in the most colorful jacket Y/N has ever seen. Feeling her heart skip a beat, she steps back shouting louder, “CORRECTION— SOME WEIRDOS! PLURAL!”

“Aye, Y/N stop shouting, you’re disturbing the other customers.” Maria rushes forward pushing Y/N out of the way with a scowl on her face.

“Then stop having weird friends.” Y/N snaps back leaning on the other counter trying to ignore the eyes following her every move, “Don’t look at them, don’t look at them, just don’t look!”

She looks.

The tall brunette just stares at her blankly, and then hits her with a smile that has her heart do a flip flop making her snap her head over at Maria, trying to ignore the feeling of heat rising on her face.

“Oh, it’s you guys. And here I thought it was someone important.” Maria smiles at the blonde despite the tone of her words. The blonde ignores it completely and just leans forward shamelessly flirting with Maria.

“What, do you have a new man in your life or something? Bet he’s not as great as I am.” He reaches out and plays with a lock of her hair. Y/N stares on with a look of disbelief mixed with disgust at the exchange before her; she’s so caught up in their flirting that she doesn’t notice that the curly haired blonde and tall brunette have come to her side of the counter.

“Yes, he is, and his name is Max. And he’ll be back in…” Maria glances at the clock pulling her hair out of his grasp, “In 14 minutes, Paul.”

“A lot can happen in 14 minutes, baby.” He sends her a wink making her giggle like a schoolgirl as she shakes her head pushing him off of the counter.

Y/N groans rolling her eyes not hiding the sound of her gagging, as she’s turning to look down at her counter she bumps her head against someone else’s. Moving back quickly, she ready’s an apology but it stops short when she sees it's the curly haired boy.

“Sorr— uuuuuhhhhh.” She looks back to where he was standing before, and then back at him, “Weren’t you…over there…?” He just smiles widely with danger dancing in his eyes, making Y/N lean away from him, “Rrrriiigggghhht, okay. Maria?”

“Hm?”

Y/N pulls Maria away from the counter not taking her eyes off of the boys as they watch her just as intently. Leaning to her cousin she whispers, “I don’t feel safe and I’m not happy. Also, why are you friends with criminals?”

“Oh my god, Y/N, they aren’t criminals. Just a couple of rebels, that’s all.”

“Really? Cause from where I’m standing that one just swiped a lollipop. Last I checked, that's stealing.” Y/N folds her arms looking down at her cousin.

“How is it that I’m the older cousin, but you treat me like I’m the baby?” Maria tilts her head with sass, ignoring every word Y/N just said. The two are locked in a glaring contest, and after a few seconds Y/N sighs hanging her head.

“Fine, whatever. Just hurry up so we can go to the movies.”

“Can’t, I’m still on the clock for the next hour and forty five minutes.”

Y/N balls her fists, brushing past Maria to walk out the door doing her best to avoid the boys blocking her way— it didn’t work. She’s stopped by the platinum blonde, who just stares down at her with a dark gaze, making her feel small and powerless. He smirks as Y/N basically folds in on herself, before reaching his hand out for a handshake causing her to jump back.

“David.”

Y/N stares at his hand before looking up at him and then back to his hand, scoffing, she glares back at him, “Didn’t ask, don’t care.”

Pushing between him and the rocker blonde, she exits through the small space they made, briskly walking out of the video store. With her heart hammering in her chest she looks over her shoulder to make sure they aren’t following her— and they aren’t. Promptly stopping, she leans against one of the buildings in the strip letting out a shaky breath.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! Why did I do that?! Oh shit, I could’ve died! What the hell is wrong with you Y/N?!” She slides down to the floor since her legs have turned to jelly as the adrenaline leaves her body, “All he did was introduce himself, why were you rude?! Aye Dios mio.”

The sound of laughter has her turn her head in the direction of the video store, where the four boys exit— the two blondes are pushing and shoving each other while the other two walk out calmly. Her heart picks up at the sight of them and David turns his head to her, piercing blue locking with fearful dark brown.

“OKAY! That’s not weird at all!” A sadistic smile finds its way to David’s face and Y/N swears her heart stops for a few seconds, “I’m so dead!”

Now Y/N hasn’t been very religious, but she finds herself praying to Jesus, Joseph, Mary and all the saints at the exact same time. It was a mess of names and words mixed in English and Spanish as time seemed to stand still with their locked gazes.

David is the first to look away, but only to light his cigarette, unfortunately for him in the short amount of time it took to do that, Y/N is gone— running into the crowd entering the boardwalks amusement park.

Smirking to himself, he nods in the direction Y/N ran in, “Marko.”

Marko ceases all roughhousing with Paul and looks at David with a devilish smile. Not needing any further instructions he slips into the crowd to hunt for the girl.

……

Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes following her, but every time she looked over her shoulder, she couldn’t see anyone in particular watching or following her. Shaking her head, she continues to walk through the boardwalk making random turns and double backing just to be on the safe side. After a while the feeling leaves and she breathes out a sigh of relief getting in the line for the Giant Dipper— if she had to wait for Maria, she might as well try to have fun.

As she nears the front of the line, the feeling returns and when she turns around she is face- to- face with the curly haired one. His smile ever present on his face as he chews on his thumb nail.

“Oh shit!” She stumbles back bumping into the people behind her, who turn around annoyed, sending her a glare. The angel-faced boy grabs her wrist pulling her to his side, moving his hold to her waist, sending them a glare of his own. The couple look between Y/N and the boy offering a meek apology— much to Y/N’s dismay— and turn back to the front, stepping forward to create more space for the two of them.

Neither Y/N nor the boy say anything as the line moves forward as an attendant shows them to their seat rides. The pair sit in the very front car, which Y/N finds odd since there was a couple in front of them, but chooses not to voice it as the curly haired one pulls the lever down over their laps locking them in.

Y/N tries to work up the courage to say something— anything, to say this guy, but every time she opens her mouth she’s stopping herself.

“I mean, how do you ask someone if they’re following you, without asking if they’re following you?” Closing her eyes she clears her throat ready to ask, when the ride starts to move forward, opening her eyes she sucks in a breath, at the height they’re being pulled up to.

“This was a bad idea.” She mainly whispers to herself as the ride picks up speed turning this way and that, all but slamming her into the cart and into the boy. Holding onto the railing for dear life she closes her eyes feeling the wind hit her face as she tries not to scream in terror. Unlike her, the boy is having the time of his life— screaming, laughing and… shaking the cart? Y/N opens her eyes looking at him as he does in fact shake their cart from side to side, “ARE YOU INSANE?!”

Y/N shrieks as the boy throws his hands up screaming happily, with new found nerves she punches him in his ribs as hard as she can causing him to groan at the unexpected impact. Clutching his side he looks at her with a seriousness she didn’t think was possible for him to have.

Thankfully for her, he began shaking the cart towards the end of the ride; before anything else could happen, the ride was over, and she scrambles out of the cart running to the exit and into the crowd once again.

Marko jumps out of the cart reaching out to grab her, but she slips out of his reach as she slides between two passerbys; growling in frustration as he weaves through the crowd trying to find her ‘1 World One Tribe’ jacket. Stepping out into the open he looks in both directions not seeing her anymore.

“Fuck.”

Opening his mind, he informs the others of what just transpired.

“What do you mean she got away?”

“I mean she got away, David. She punched me in the ribs and then just disappeared.” He rubs his side wincing slightly as heat radiates from the spot, “That shit fuckin’ hurt. I can’t find her dumb jacket anywhere either.”

“Just sniff her out dipshit.”

“I have, Paul! She’s just gone! She’s like, brushing against some many people, it's hard to pinpoint where she went. Fuck!”

“… Found her.”

“What?! Where?! Where Dwayne?!… Dwayne?” Marko lets out a frustrated sigh seeking out his brothers instead, “Damn why’d she hit me so hard?”

……

Y/N rushes back into VideoMax almost running into a customer who’s leaving the store, both Max and Maria stare at her wide eyed as she leans against the counter catching her breath.

“Y/N, what the hell? Are you okay?”

“No…. No Maria I— whew! Oh god, I haven’t run like that since high school… -oh geez! Wow, ugh my lungs hurt so bad.” She lays her head on the cool counter as Max and Maria share a glance, “I hit someone, and I didn't want to know what would happen next so I dipped.”

“You hit someone?!” Both Max and Maria spoke at the same time, shock evident on their faces.

“Yeah, the curly haired one.” She barely raises her head from the counter to look at the two, and just opts to take the time to gather herself. She winces as the burning in her lungs travels to her throat and a wave of dizziness hits her. Swallowing thickly she regrets sprinting from the boardwalk all the way to Max’s store, she didn’t even stop at the crosswalk for fear that the moment she stopped running, the boy would grab and pull her into a dark alley and do whatever he wanted to her.

“‘The curly haired one?’” Maria looks at Max with confusion before looking out the door to see Dwayne standing across the way. Then it clicks, “You don’t mean Marko, do you?”

“I don’t know his fucking name. And I wasn’t staying to ask.” Y/N glares up at Maria, “He was the one with the colorful jacket, hazel eyes, face of an angel smile of the devil… bites his thumb. That guy.”

Maria hangs her head letting out an exasperated sigh, “Yeah, that’s Marko. Y/N, why would you hit him?”

“He was trying to kill us! He kept shaking our cart.” The two blink at her with new found confusion making Y/N sigh, “We were on the Giant Dipper and he started shaking the cart- I’m not lying when I say it felt like it was going to detach from the tracks, that little asshole tried to kill us and so I punched him… in the ribs… hard. Look, my knuckles are still red.”

Max winces at the sight of her hand, “Let me see if I have something in the back for your hand.”

“Y/N, why can’t you just find a peaceful way to approach things?” Maria snaps, shaking her head at her cousin.

“Why can’t you have friends that aren’t homicidal maniacs?” Y/N snaps back sneering at Maria.

“Aye tu!” She pushes Y/N away from the counter, “Go stand outside and cool off.”

“Whatever.” Y/N sticks her tongue out stumbling outside and walks to the bench across from the video store, not once seeing Dwayne. “How am I always the bad guy? That idiot was shaking the fucking ride, but I’m the bad guy. Yeah right, okay.”

“You alright?”

Y/N jumps at the voice that comes from next to her, “Not another one.”

Dwayne just smiles at her reaction and holds out an ice pack for her hand, she squints at it and then up at him, holding her hand closer to her body, “I’m good.”

He places it between them and looks out at the dark waves hitting the beach, sitting further back on the bench she continues to watch Dwayne with untrusting eyes.

“Where is he?” Her words were sharp and right to the point as she glared at the brunette. He lazily tilts his head to her, his hair fanning around his face is what takes her breath away; she was so caught up in his beauty that she almost missed his question.

“Where’s who?”

“The…” Blinking quickly, Y/N takes a breath looking around her surroundings seeing if she can spot him. Not seeing the demon child with gold locks she answers him, “Marko? That’s his name right?”

Dwayne gives her a wolfish smile, making her heart pick up again causing her to wonder if she was worrying about the wrong person. His smile was so animalistic that Marko’s mischievous smile was so much nicer than she had originally thought. In fact, she wished it was Marko that found her instead, besides it’s not like he’d actually kill her… right?

“Come on, trouble-maker! Let’s go to the movies!” Maria’s voice pulls her attention. Both Dwayne and Y/N turn to look at Maria, who throws her hands up in a ‘lets go’ gesture making Y/N roll her eyes, Y/N stands up before looking down at Dwayne.

His wolfish smile is gone, making Y/N wonder if she imagined the whole thing. With an awkward air she clears her throat as she stands up, “Um… thanks.”

He raises a brow at her and she points to the ice pack next to him. Nodding his head he gets up at walks towards the boardwalk, presumably to where his friends are. Y/N catches herself staring at him as he saunters away, shaking her head she starts chastising herself, “Stop it Y/N, he’s just a guy. They’re all just dumb guys… cute, but dumb.”

Dwayne smirks as he hears Y/N’s words and reaches the boys with a pep in his step. David leans against his bike squinting at Dwayne’s good mood raising a brow.

“She thinks we’re cute.” He supplies shrugging his shoulders as the other three stare at him with varying expressions; Paul smiles proudly laughing as he looks to Marko, who smiles with a furrowed brow glancing to David, who keeps a neutral face waiting for more information.

“That’s it?” David’s patience wears thin as Dwayne nods looking at the people walking up and down the boardwalk, “Well no shit, Dwayne.”

“She’s also going to the theater with Maria.” He tilts his head to David revving his bike.

Flicking his cigarette, David smirks revving his own bike, “Who wants to catch a movie?”

The boys chuckle as they peel off of the boardwalk and towards the theater.

……

“I still don’t understand why you would punch him, Y/N.” Maria grabs the snacks as Y/N hands the clerk their tickets, rolling her eyes at Maria’s words.

“Because he-”

“-He almost killed you, yes you’ve said that—” The clerk sends the girls a quick glance, clearly confused about their conversation, but both ignore him walking into the theater room.

“-Then why is that so hard for you to believe?” Y/N whispers harshly, taking her bag of popcorn and soda from Maria, who turns around swiftly, almost causing Y/N to bump into her.

“Do you know how much power it takes to knock a rollercoaster cart off the tracks?”

“…A lot— but!” Y/N raises her voice slightly when Maria holds up a finger stopping any more words from Y/N.

“No. No more, as soon as you see him you better apologize.” Turning back around Maria doesn’t wait for Y/N to follow and sits in a random aisle.

“I’m not apologizing.” Y/N mumbles sitting four aisles behind Maria glaring at the back of her head. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

If the lights were up it would be almost comical, the pouting face Y/N wore which quickly turned into a scowl at the thought of Marko. There’s no way any of this was her fault, she hadn’t been the one shaking the ride. It was that annoyingly adorable angel-faced demon child, with wonderful hazel eyes that was being the little punk ass bitch, not her.

How could someone so innocent looking be so, so… uuuuggghhhh?!

It didn’t make sense, and why was he even following her in the first place? She didn’t do anything to warrant his attention, she couldn’t figure out for the life of her, why he zeroed in on her. Surely he could occupy his time with other girls on the boardwalk, like the ones that actually seemed interested in him. She wasn’t blind, she saw how women passing by the Giant Dipper line were raking their eyes over his form- undressing him with their eyes like they’ve never seen a person of the opposite sex before.

Hell even a few guys were getting their fill of him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed to relish all the attention, sending cheeky grins and winks here and there, making people trip or look away blushing.

“Ugh he’s not even that cute…” Y/N says as if she’s trying to convince herself otherwise, “So what he has blonde hair, there are a lot of blonde people in the world, it’ll probably turn brown or something as he gets older. Who cares about hazel green eyes- I don’t… even if green is one of my favorite colors…” She closes her eyes trying to come up with an actual negative to Marko, “… I hate his face.”

“I don’t know, I think he looks pretty good.” She turns her head to the left at the sound of a voice whispering next to her. Squinting, she tries to make out the face of this rando next to her; the room is illuminated by the lights from the movie, revealing the wild haired blonde from the video store. Y/N sucks in a breath, snapping her head forward praying she’s just seeing things, sneaking a peak back at the blonde, he flashes her a winning smile making her breathe shakily.

“If he’s here, then that means…” Slowly she turns her head to the right, and sure enough the curly blonde is next to her. Marko doesn’t spare her a glance, but smirks as he watches the movie on the screen hearing her let out a small whimper. She leans forward about to call out to Maria, when he clasps his hand over her mouth, tugging her back into her seat. Leaning over to her Marko uses his free hand to place his index over his lips, whispering in her ear.

“Sssshhh, don't want to be too loud, now do you… Y/N.”

Wide eyed and brimming with tears, she sits back trying to think of another way to get Maria’s attention. While she’s wrecking her brain for some kind of solution, Paul reaches his hand over taking a handful of popcorn, smirking at Y/N’s glare.

“‘Whe’lly?” She mumbles from behind Marko’s hand.

“Huh? Can’t understand you babe.” Paul chuckles as Y/N’s glare darkens and she flips him off.

“Fu’g y’u!”

“Huh?” Paul mockingly leans closer to Y/N, who rolls her eyes sitting back in her seat, trying to watch the movie. Just then a black gloved hand comes over her left shoulder reaching into her popcorn, before she can look behind her she hears David whisper in her ear.

“For someone who can’t talk, you are really loud. It’s kind of annoying.” He retracts his hand with a fist full of popcorn and that does nothing but make Y/N’s heartbeat faster.

Quickly glancing over her right shoulder she sees Dwayne, who gives her a sympathetic smile. Whimpering, she turns back around trying to focus on the film.

It takes some time, but she finally begins to relax— even with Marko’s hand still on her mouth— and picks up her soda to take a sip, knocking on the back of his hand. Turning his head to her, she raises a brow shaking her soda, making him grin widely, he leans over to take a sip from her soda. She pulls the cup away from him, resulting in him taking the stray while she sends muffled obscenities his way. The two blondes fall over with laughter which draws the attention of the other people in the theater, there’s scattered ‘sh’s’ and harshly whispered ‘shut up’s’ but the only one who turns around with a death glare of sorts, is Maria.

Y/N feels hope bubbling up in her chest as Maria looks over each of the boys, her eyes linger on Marko’s hand covering Y/N’s mouth and glancing at both blondes she shakes her head giving Y/N a playful eye roll and turns back to the screen.

Y/N sits there shellshocked, deflating instantly leaning back in her seat sighing deeply. The boys snicker at her, huffing she smacks Marko’s hand away glaring down at her popcorn; looking up at Maria’s head she slowly smiles as she takes a handful throwing it at the back of Maria’s head. She barely holds back a laugh as a few pieces get stuck in her cousin’s hair. The three of them snicker and giggle as Maria begins to feel around her hair looking up at the ceiling checking for a leak of some kind.

Pulling out a piece of popcorn Maria turns around glaring at the trio, Y/N instantly points at both Paul and Marko and they in turn point at her. Getting up from her seat, she moves to the row in front of the trio and sits in front of Y/N with a raised brow.

“I didn’t do it. I know better, plus you also know where I live. I like living, Mar- Mar.” Y/N wastes no time in covering for herself, leaving Maria to shift her eyes between the ‘Terror Twins’. Both boys look at Y/N with open mouths at her blatant lie, but neither can hide the look of respect they have for her either, as she turns her attention to the movie straight faced. Not knowing who to blame, Maria takes a hand full of her popcorn throws some at Y/N, who gasps at the action, throws some at Paul who tries to catch it in his mouth, and lastly at Marko who just giggles, popping the pieces that fell into his lap into his mouth.

“Since I don’t know who did it, you all get punished.” Maria whispers, turning to face the movie screen, leaving Y/N to make faces behind her head, making the boys bust out laughing.

An annoyed voice from the other side of the theater yells, “Oh my god! WILL YOU SHUT UP!”

“WILL YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE?!” Maria spins around to face Y/N with wide eyes, as she yells back at the patron. Y/N was about to stop when Paul started to hype her up, so she continued, “SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO WATCH A MOVIE. DICK!”

“Aye, we are so getting kicked out of here.” Maria rests her head against the back of the chair as the patron gets out of their seat and out of the theater.

Y/N nods her head smiling while eating some popcorn, “Oh yeah. We’re never gonna be able to come back here. For sure.”

Maria smacks Y/N leg in retaliation for… well everything, and sends Paul and Marko a glare pointing at them, “This is your fault too.”

“Shouldn’t’ve invited your weird friends then.”

“I didn’t invite them.”

“…Well. This just got a lot creeper than it already was…” Y/N slumps in her chair sending Maria a face of awkwardness, before anyone can say anything further, a flashlight is shining down on all six of them.

“I’m going to have to ask the six of you to leave.” The attendant is visibly annoyed with an even more annoyed patron. Y/N wrinkles her nose at both men and scoffs getting up from her chair walking past Marko. The boys watch on with growing interest and excitement while Maria is having a panic attack at her baby cousin’s actions.

“Why?” She folds her arms, tilting her head giving both men a stoic expression, “We didn’t do anything wrong. We were just watching the movie. You can’t be mad that some people like to laugh in the theater.”

Everything happened pretty fast; the patron— a man of 6’ greasy and smells like stale salt water snatched the flashlight from the attendant, shined the light in Y/N’s face making her close her eyes, covering as much light with her hand as she can while he steps towards her, sneering as he does. Due to the black spots in her vision, Y/N only saw a blob of darkness moving towards her too fast for her liking, so like any sensible person, she used her free hand to make a fist, it shot out in front of her hitting the man…in the throat.

He falls back on the ground gasping for air like a fish, with the attendant begins to freak out not knowing what to do. Maria shouts in Spanish pushing Y/N out of the aisle, ushering her out of the theater; the boys on the other hand are laughing, and whopping as they walk past both men giving them looks of their own… It’s not hard to tell there are going to be a couple of missing posters up tomorrow.

“I can’t believe you punched him in the throat, Y/N!” Maria grabs Y/N turning to face her anger heavy in her features.

“It’s not my fault!” Y/N wrenched her arm out of Maria’s grasp, trying to put some distance between them. She knows how this is going to go, words will be exchanged, feelings will be hurt and both will be too prideful to apologize for the next few days; but with how Y/N is feeling right now at the moment she doesn't want to do something that will ruin the only relationship with family that she has.

“You punched him. IN THE THROAT!” Maria shouts trying to drive her point home. Y/N closes her eyes willing herself to hold back words of anger and tries to think logically. Her train of thought is disrupted by Marko and Paul rushing outside and throwing their arms over Y/N’s shoulders smiling at her proudly.

“Damn chica, you been holding out on us or what?”

“What?” Her anger is instantly replaced with confusion as she looks up at Paul’s smiling face.

“Yeah, you totally laid that guy out on his ass! It was pretty hot.” Marko chimes next to her, making her snap her head over to him.

“Wh— What?!”

“You have some quick punches there… kitten.” David takes out his pack of cigarettes studying Y/N’s face. He takes note of the timid expression she had to his compliment and then the quick switch to confusion and disgust as she processed his last word.

‘Kitten’.

“Oh, I know he did not—” She looks at Maria, letting out a humorless laugh, “He did NOT just call me… that is so gross.”

“Yeah, kitty’s got claws.” Paul ignores her words adding fuel to the fire as Y/N just closes her eyes, giving up completely.

“Whatever. Back to what we were talking about, it’s not my fault.” Y/N quickly holds up a finger stopping any words about to spill from Maria’s mouth, “AND! Before you try to interrupt me by shouting, ‘YoU pUNcHeD hIm iN tHe tHRoAT.’ I’d like to add that I could not have known it was his throat, as I could not see due to him flashing the light in my eyes and rushing towards me. It was a reflex.”

“He could die,Y/N.”

Y/N does her best to shrug her shoulders with the ‘Terror Twins’ basically hanging off of her, “Then he shouldn’t have shined the light in my eyes. He could’ve gotten away with a black eye, pero no, he decided to be a dick, ergo not my fault. Play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

Paul and Marko stare at Y/N like she hung the stars in the sky as she sassily tilts her head at Maria, waiting for her comeback. Both boys let out breathy laughs sharing a look with David and Dwayne who have smirks of their own.

“I think I’m in love.” Marko announces pulling Y/N closer to him while shoving Paul away from her. Y/N says nothing, staring at Maria with wide eyes and raised brows as the boys begin to tug her towards them like a rag doll.

“Okay, okay!” She manages to get out of their hands with the help of —Dwayne who smacks the back of both their heads— and fixes her jacket clearing her throat, “Ignoring that embarrassing and awkward declaration, can we just forget what happened and go get something to eat?”

“We can’t just dismiss this, Y/N.” Maria crosses her arms giving Y/N a straight face.

“Aye, come on Maria. The guy was a grade A asshole, someone was going to punch him in the throat someday.”

“Sure, but that ‘someone’ didn’t have to be you.” Maria starts to walk to her car leaving Y/N throwing her arms up in disbelief.

“You know what, fine! Whatever!” Y/N spins on her heel walking in the opposite direction towards the main road.

“Wait, where ya goin’ babe?” Paul calls out, as he looks at both girls retreating from each other. The boys can hear the sounds of sirens approaching, of course the authorities are still a ways away, they won’t be for long. Sharing one glance they follow behind Y/N, making a plan to get her back to the cave.

“For a walk!” She snaps barely sparing him a glance as she opens and closes her fists. She needed to let off some steam or she’d really fight someone. Her arm is grabbed by someone tugging her back around, pulling her fist back, she throws the punch right at David’s face, thankfully he was expecting it and catches her fist raising a brow at her, “S- sorry.”

“Quite the spitfire, aren’t you?” He pulls her fist down, but never lets her fist go watching her reaction to it. Her gaze lingers on his hand holding hers, but rolls her eyes not trying to be bothered by the random hand holding.

“I’ve been called worse, so I’ll let that one slide. Definitely better than ‘kitten’ blah!” She shivers as she repeats the word, “What do you want?”

“You.” David’s response is spoken with such plainness that Y/N stares at him for a solid minute making sure she heard him correctly.

Letting out a sigh of disbelief she tilts her head replaying their short conversation, “Um… what?”

“You heard me.”

“Hm yes, but I don’t think I heard you correctly.” She flicks her eyes down to their hands, where he’s started to rub small circles on her inner wrist. Realization dawns on her and she clears her throat avoiding eye contact with him, “Uuuuuuhhhhhh, well I’m uncomfortable.”

“Why?”

“Um well for one, I don't know you, and two, I— uh… don’t do… whatever the hell this,” She motions between them, and then points at Paul and Marko, “or what that is. I’m not about to be passed around by some random boys I met today, who decided to crash my birthday-day with my cousin.”

She pulls her hand from his grasp stepping away from him keeping her eyes on the ground. So many emotions and thoughts are flowing through her mind as she tries to put everything in a specific box to make sense of it all.

Is it possible for four guys— well definitely three— to like her?

Yes.

Would they fight for her, in front of her after meeting her for an hour?

No. No way. Normal people don’t do that.

Are they really ‘normal’ though?

…no… No they are not.

Why would they like her when they don’t even know her?

All they know is that she’s mouthy and angry; not the most attractive personality trait to be around… Well, they are punks, so it fits.

But why her?

Surely there were other girls out there that had a similar attitude to hers; similar and better looking. Why would they want to be with her? She was short, had unruly curly hair, and even though she isn’t considered fat she wasn’t considered slim either. She was awkward, even down to her body type, which she covered with baggy shirts and jackets.

Shoving her hands in her pockets she glances at Paul, then at Marko and Dwayne; all three have a face of hurt and confusion that tugs on her heart strings. Which, for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why. Shaking her head she begins scolding herself for what she’s about to do.

Holding her hand out to David, she looks up at him, “Y/N.”

Glancing down at her hand, and then back at her, he shoots back, “Didn’t ask, don’t care.”

“Mmmm yeah, I deserved that.” She bites the inside of her cheek, sending him a bashful glance, “Can we let bygones be bygones?”

The boys watch with bated breath as David stands motionless for three solid minutes watching Y/N intently. The sound of sirens is now heard by the group, Dwayne looks over his shoulder seeing the lights approaching fast. Setting his jaw he sends David a glare waiting for the blonde to speed things along.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” David tilts his head as he studies her face searching for any doubt in her face.

“Probably not, but I did just punch a guy in the throat, and according to my cousin that wasn’t a good idea, so I‘ll take my chances.”

Shrugging his shoulders he reaches out shaking her hand, “Careful what you wish for, spitfire.”

“Ditto, David.”

The two share a smirk, turning to the other three boys who let out howls of excitement and approval. Paul and Marko are at her sides in an instant ushering her to where they parked their bikes. Y/N hesitates as she looks at their bikes, knowing there is no way the two most hyper boys in this group were safe drivers, Dwayne stands behind her, leaning down to her ear.

“You’re better off riding with me.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure.” She jumps at the sudden sound of his voice, and the tickle of his breath on her ear. Climbing on the back of his bike, she awkwardly and hesitantly places her hands on his shoulders, making the boys laugh at her actions, embarrassed and flustered she snaps back at them, “I’ve never been on a bike before! I don’t know where I’m supposed to hold on!”

“Here.” He guides her hands to his waist chuckling at the incoherent words that come out of her mouth, “You’re gonna wanna hold on tight.”

Marko and Paul let out yells as they speed towards the beach, and Y/N latches on as soon as Dwayne moves forward. And boy is she glad she did, Dwayne may have been ‘better’ but he was by no means ‘safer’, all of them are letting howls, yells, and screams as they weave around on the beach, barely missing the people sitting around their little bonfires, purposely getting close to them and each other.

Closing her eyes, Y/N buries her face in Dwayne’s back, locking her arms around him as he seems to drive faster than before, passing Marko, who yells out in frustration. The ride becomes bumpy, as they enter the woods, Y/N feels herself get lifted in the air as Dwayne makes small jumps here and there due to the terrain; not that Y/N knew that, her head is tucked deep in her chest with her vice grip on Dwayne somehow getting tighter.

She doesn’t even see the fog roll in, or notice the quietness that fills the air around her. Even when Dwayne stops his bike, she stays in the same tucked in position, eyes screwed shut with the shallowest of breathing.

“You good, Y/N?” Dwayne barely turns around when Y/N squeezes his waist tighter, halting his movements.

“Awh man, you broke her.” Paul’s voice is behind her as he pokes her side, but she still doesn’t move.

“She looks so tiny!” Marko giggles next to her, bending forward trying to look at her face.

At this she does react.

“I AM TINY YOU MORON!” She snaps her head up, glaring at him taking a swing at him. He laughs jumping out of the way, and Paul takes this time to wrap his arms around her waist, picking her up and placing her on the ground. She growls at him, but he’s unbothered by it and just smiles suggestively at her, wiggling his brows in the process. Scoffing, she pushes him away from her, “Not even in your nightmares, pretty boy.”

“Let’s get inside.” David commands, holding his hand out to Y/N, and taking his hand the two walk to the wooden staircase littered with warning signs.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Y/N, wants to know if this is a good idea.” David comments with an amused tone, not turning around he continues, “Marko, this a good idea?”

“I don’t know.” Marko places his hand on Y/N’s shoulder pushing her forward, making her stumble on the old wooden stairs. She turns to glare at him and his grin is wicked as he looks back at Paul, “This a good idea Paul?”

“Wait a minute, who wants to know?”

At this point she just scoffs as they make fun of her and she catches up with David mumbling about boys being dumb and immature. David glances at her from over his shoulder as she lightly punches his shoulder, “You could’ve just said ‘yes’ or ‘no’, you didn’t have to mock me. Dick.”

Turning around he blocks the entrance to the chain link fence and leans into her personal space, staring deep into her eyes, “Now where’s the fun in that… Kitten?”

As much as she wanted to be angry at the nickname again, she just couldn’t be. Something about how he said this time was just different from before- probably because before, it didn’t send a warm tingling feeling down her spine and to her core. Breathing through her nose she does her best to look bored and unbothered, but the smirk growing on his face makes her falter, as if he knows exactly how she’s feeling. Hands rest on her waist making her look up at Paul who’s grinning from ear to ear; rolling her eyes, she takes his hands off of her, and motions for David to hurry up.

“You might wanna watch your step.” Is all the warning she’s given as they enter a dark cave.

“Or wHAT—” Y/N foot slips from under her as she loses her balance on some loose dirt and sand, her fall is stopped by hands hooking under her arms lifting her off of the unstable ground to the floor of the cave. With wide eyes she clears her throat glancing at Dwayne, then at David who is clearly unimpressed, “… Or I’ll fall. Got it.”

“You alright, Y/N?” Dwayne’s voice is obviously amused, and Y/N prepares a retort for him, but when she looks back at him, her voice is nonexistent as he looks down at her with concerned eyes.

Marko sneaks next to Y/N and gives both Dwayne and Y/N a smirk, “Think you broke her again, dude.”

“I am NOT broken!” This time Marko doesn’t move out of the way of her fist, as she punches him straight in his sternum, “Son of bitch, owwww!”

“Next time you might wanna punch me, try it where it actually hurts me and not you.” Marko cackles as Y/N gets ready to kick him where the sun doesn’t shine, “Stay still so I can kick your balls!”

Laughter fills the cave as Marko moves around the couch as he taunts Y/N, calling her names, sticking his tongue out at her— anything to her to chase him.

“You are such a child.” After a good 30 or 40 minutes of chasing Marko, Y/N opts to glare at him, but the smile on her face betrays her as she sits on the couch next to Paul, who is smoking a blunt. Being the good host he is, Paul offers her a hit which she gladly takes, earning ‘whoops’ of approval for taking a long drag. She almost made it without coughing, but their little celebration made her laugh, so choking on the smoke in her lungs she leans forward shaking her head, “I didn’t realize—… didn’t realize that was worth celebrating.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen someone other than Paul take a hit like that.” Dwayne takes a hit, smirking at the pair on the couch— well they were a pair until Marko decided to sit in Y/N’s lap. Without much protest, Y/N just groans and rolls her eyes, her body completely hidden by Marko’s. The only part of her that’s seen is her legs and her right hand as she silently asks for the blunt.

“Yeah, well if I’m hangin’ with you all I need to be high. Only way to get there is by taking a long ass hit.” Bringing the blunt to her lips she attempts to take a longer hit than before, and Paul is enamored; he isn’t even high yet, but he feels like he’s on cloud nine simply watching Y/N smoke the way she is. His mouth hangs open slightly, as his blue eyes stare at the girl dreamily as he fixes himself in his seat earning a knowing look from Marko. Dwayne chuckles at them, raising a suggestive brow at Paul, who flips him off failing to hide his own smile.

David sits in his throne watching the rest of his pack interact with Y/N and he knows there’s no way she’s going back to her normal life— not when she meshes so well with his boys. She has the attitude, the spunk, the sass, and can hold her own; she can take a joke, and knows when she’s had enough and when she’s not totally in control of the situation. Also having the guts to sass David to his face, and know when she’s out for the count stirred something inside him; he needed her to be one of them— she was what they were missing.

“Marko!” All eyes shift to David as he waits for Marko to fulfill his silent command. Smirking, Marko gets off of Y/N’s lap and retrieves a bedazzled wine bottle, presenting it to David. The air shifts in the cave as David pops open the cork smelling the wine, Y/N is too high to really care for his dramatic swig, but as she watches as utter bliss falls on his features she realizes that she’s in desperate need of a drink.

“Drink this, Y/N.” David hands Marko the bottle, watching Y/N’s face intently, “Be one of us.”

The bottle is placed in her hands, but for some reason it weighs a ton to her. Her arms are tingling and a slightly numb feeling settles in her hands, causing her to almost drop the bottle; with quick reflexes, Marko grabs the bottle and brings it to his lips taking in as much wine as he can. He almost spits it out due to a laugh ready to escape him, because Y/N looks 100% pissed off at him for stealing her only relief to cotton mouth. Nudging her knees apart, he nestles his right knee quite comfortably against her clothed core, shifting ever so slightly to hear the small gasps that fall from her lips. He hands Paul the bottle, and placing that hand on the back of the couch for support, he cards his fingers in her tangled curls getting a good grip, tugging her head back.

Her mouth falls open in a gasp which is promptly cut off by Marko’s mouth as he funnels the wine down Y/N’s throat in a breathtaking kiss. Some wine slips from the corner of her mouth, but the majority is swallowed as their tongues dance around each other, teeth scraping against teeth ending with a tug on her bottom lip as he pulls away from her, so she can breathe.

Y/N’s eyes are hooded as the wine and weed mix into her system giving her an otherworldly feeling; she feels like she’s outside her body, seeing everything from the outside-in. The room seems to spin and turn over on itself, the sound of her heartbeat thumps in her ears at a calming pace, warmth spreads through her blood seeping into her bones replacing that numbness with something else— something primal and electrifying.

It doesn’t fully hit her until Paul’s tongue is dragging up her neck to the corner of her mouth, licking away remnants of spilt wine. Turning her head, their kiss is sloppier than Marko’s as they become a mess of saliva and hands grabbing whatever they can, but as soon as her jacket comes off, Paul is lifted off of her by Marko who pushes his blonde brother towards the entrance of the cave. Paul protests, but Y/N is too busy staring at David to care; a fuddled stare is met with an observing one.

The only thing Y/N can hear is her own heavy breathing and blood rushing in her ears, but even as she looks at David’s unmoving mouth, she swears she heard him say,

“Go get something to eat, I’ll stay with her.”

Dwayne walks behind the couch hooking his hand under her jaw, tilting her head back giving her the most sensual, passionate and mind numbing kiss she’s ever had in her life. Tilting her head back more she reaches for the base of his neck pulling him closer allowing his tongue to graze hers, Dwayne’s free hand trails down her arm leaving goosebumps in its path. Reluctantly he stands up licking his lips as he watches her eyes track the movements of his tongue. Smiling at her, he shoots David a quick glance before sauntering to the entrance of the cave in a way that has her following his retreating form. Even though she can’t see him anymore, she stays in her position half off of the couch looking after Dwayne. She didn’t even hear the spurs from David’s boots, but instead feels the shift in weight on the couch. Turning around she’s face to face with David who tracks his eyes across her blissed and cross faded face, it’s amusing how she seemed to go from mouthy to horny and quiet in such a short amount of time.

Leaning back, David takes the wine bottle bringing it up to his lips watching as Y/N watches with unadulterated lustful eyes, chuckling as he knocks it back and grabs her jaw, moving to hover over her. He’s met without resistance as he spills the wine into her open mouth like a small waterfall. Y/N does her best to drink all the wine, but as it fills her mouth, it pours out of the sides of her mouth since David didn’t bother to release the wine slowly. By the time he’s basically spit the wine into her mouth, her jaw, neck and shirt are wet from spilt wine. Pulling back David tilts his head tutting at her, swallowing the last bit of his wine-spit, Y/N leans her head back on the armrest of the couch with closed eyes feeling the sweet tangy liquid roll down her throat, to her stomach, spreading out to her limbs. The euphoria is so strong she lets out a moan as if she’s being fucked out of her mind, this has David pulling her to lay down flat on the couch as he licks and sucks on her neck, pressing his hips into hers every time she lets out a sound of pleasure, or squeezes her legs around his waist.

Willing himself away from her, he gazes down at her as she tugs on his jacket trying to pull him back down, letting out a laugh he sits back raising a brow at the whine she gives him coupled with a pout that has him regret that he didn’t go get something to eat too.

“Shit…” David shakes himself from the grasp of his own lust looking to the entrance of the cave, waiting to hear his boys coming back from their hunt. Another whine from Y/N pulls his attention back to her as she shifts in her spot tugging on her shirt, “They need to get back here now.”

“David~. Please.”

.

.

.

“Fuck it.”

Climbing back on top of Y/N, he captures her lips with his, quickly taking control, growling as her hands find their way into his hair. His jackets are tossed somewhere in the cave, and as he’s getting ready to rip open her shirt—

“DUDE!” David flinches at the sound of Paul’s voice shouting in his head, groaning David rolls his eyes in annoyance before pulling away from Y/N.

“Dude. Seriously?” Is all Marko asks with heavy disappointment David hasn’t heard from the curly blonde ever.

“Not cool, man.” He can see Dwayne shaking his head glaring down at him for clearly taking advantage of the situation.

“What? She asked nicely.” He smirks at the chorus of ‘NAH MAN’s’ and ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP’s’. Looking down at Y/N, she’s all but fallen asleep from the mixture of weed, wine and excitement. Her chest rises slowly indicating that she’s in deep sleep, making a smile appear on David’s face.

“Just don’t do anything to her anymore, man.” David raises a brow at Paul’s command, but ignores it knowing Paul was right in this instance.

“Soon you’ll be just like us.” Moving Y/N’s hair out of her face David listens as her heartbeat begins to slow down until it’s almost nonexistent, leaning down he presses a kiss into her cheek whispering her ear, “Happy birthday, Darling.”

——————

Part 2: Just Turned Immortal

[datenightfright]

Infamous

This story is dedicated to Oiwa. Thank you for allowing me to share your story, may you one day find peace.

Previous/Next

Pairing: Kayako Saeki x WOC Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, stabbing. 

As always, thank you to @mlmdarkfiction and @doodleferp for letting me rant until I figure things out and giving me the best ideas to work with. Your help is indispensable. 

Things were strange nowadays. Somehow, someway, you had become more famous than your husband. When the news of your husband’s strange death hit the media, news crews were outside of your house immediately to bombard you with questions. Did you think it was the work of Kayako? Would his new book be published posthumously? Did you notice anything strange about the house? Did you have any idea who murdered Haru? You did what the police advised you to do. You made a blanket statement to the media at a press conference stating that you hoped your husband’s killer felt remorse and that they would come forward soon, and that you hoped, with time, you’d be able to find happiness once more. You even managed to sound perfectly broken up about the whole matter. 

Some people said you were the one that had done it. Well not, physically, but you’d hired a jealous lover to off him. Thankfully those people were in the minority. The prevailing theory that was some crazy fan had felt slighted by him and decided to end his life the moment he stepped foot outside his house. The theory among his fans though...that was closer to the truth than you’d like to admit. They were adamant that the house had killed him. That the ghost of Kayako had offed him and chucked him out a window. The hole in that theory, however, was why you and your daughter still lived. Didn’t Kayako kill everyone that entered her house?

When you’d told his mother over the phone, the normally stern, composed woman became a wreck of lamentations for her lost son. You helped you father-in-law arrange the funeral, as was your duty, and decided to hold the viewing in their home, since yours had such awful rumors hanging about it. The funeral had been a quick one, but tiring nonetheless. 

Now you were alone in your house, letters and presents from fans stacked about the place, wondering what the hell you were going to do with your life. You had to get a job. Being able to feed yourself and your daughter was of the utmost importance to you. Luckily, it wasn’t such a pressing matter, as Haru left everything he had to you, which was a sizable amount of money, and being his widow meant you got all the royalties from his book. But still, that money would dry up eventually, then where would you be? 

You hum and splash warm water over your daughter. She giggles as you do so. “Clean baby!” You coo, rinsing the soapy water from her feet. “I have a clean baby!” When you’re finished, you pick her up and bring her to your chest, despite her soaked state. She giggles as you place kisses to her cheek. You turn to gather the towel, managing not to yelp when you find Kayako standing directly behind you, towel already in hand. 

You ignore what looks like Kayako wanting to hold your baby, and instead simply take the towel from her. “Thank you,” You say, wrapping your baby up. “Clean baby,” You start to sing again, “I have a clean baby.” You shuffle past Kayako, holding your baby close as you go. 

You continue to sing as you dry Sakura off, dress her, and feed her. Today was going to be a big day. Today you were going to meet with someone that might be able to help you with your problem. You might be able to rid yourself of Kayako once and for all. If not for your sanity, then for the sake of your daughter’s ability to lead a normal life. 

You feel her presence as you put on your shoes. She was always there at the door when you put on your shoes. Her death rattle soon to follow. This time, she grabbed your arm, startling the hell out of you. She was cold, so damnably cold. You look into her eyes. Normally they’re empty pits of black, but now they look...panicked almost. “I’ll be back,” You find yourself saying. “I don’t know when, but I’ll be back.” You give her a shaky smile. She seems to find that an acceptable answer as she lets go of your arm after a moment’s hesitation. Without another word, you slip out the door. 

You try not to rush out of the shadows of the house, but you couldn’t help it. All the time you could get outside of that damnable place was a moment of fresh air and sunshine. Gloom hung eternal around the home, and god dammit you needed to breathe every once in a while. You turn on to the main road, feeling yourself relax more the further away from the house you got. 

You make it to your mother-in-laws house with little problem. Parking on the side of the street, you get out and gather your baby. Before you shut the back door, your mother-in-law is rushing down the drive to greet you. She pulls you into a hug before taking Sakura from your arms. Ever since Haru died she’d been more...tolerable of your presence, sometimes going overboard with affection. It was still awkward for the both of you, but neither of you said anything about it. Perhaps it was because you were the mother of her last connection with her baby boy and she understood that you could take all that away from her. Ironic, really. 

You hurry up the drive behind her as she babbles to the baby about how much fun they were going to have. You both stop in the doorway, you huffing at your slight exertion, and your mother-in-law giving you that infuriating expectant look. Some things never changed. “Here,” You say, shoving the baby bag to her chest, not caring how rude it was. She didn’t have Haru to bitch at any more, thus, you didn’t have a care in the world. “I’ll be back tomorrow evening,” You say, giving your baby a quick kiss. “You be good for Grandma ok?” You say as she giggles. 

Waving bye to her you enter your car once again, you blow kisses before your line of sight is cut off by a closed door. You were silently thankful for your mother-in-law, even if you still didn’t like her. One night to get this shit figured out, one afternoon meeting. You were hellbent on riding yourself of this curse, or die trying. A momentary skip of your heartbeat as you thought of your baby. Would she go down with you? If you played your cards right, Sakura would at the very least be safe from the curse. 

You try to speed your way to your destination, but find yourself lost in the maze that is Japan. Looking over and over at your list of directions, you were lucky enough to park with more than enough time to make it to your meeting. 

You fix yourself as you hurry towards the building. Professor Ibuki Sato had agreed to meet with you to discuss your current circumstances. Well, alright, he hadn’t agreed to meet you, more like begged. He was a professor of the paranormal at a community college and had been one of your late husband’s most ardent fans. He emailed you days ago, wanting to know what really happened. You didn’t trust him one bit, so you were going to monitor your story as much as you saw fit and gauge his reaction from there. You only wanted help for one thing, and you were going to go to hell and back to get it. 

You easily find your way to the professor’s room. You knock lightly, trying to adjust your outfit again. You couldn’t understand why you were so nervous. The door opens and one girl comes out, looking bored and irritated. There was an aura around her that reminded you of the house. It was so strong, you had to take a few steps back. She looks at you curiously, but says nothing as she walks away. You watch her as she leaves. 

“Mrs. Kubo!” A loud voice interrupts your rude staring. A disheveled man looks brightly at you. “Come in!” He says, holding the door wide open for you. “Thank you,” You mutter, bowing to him and hurrying in. 

“Please, have a seat.” he motions to a chair. You sit, sinking right into its squishiness. It would be comfortable if not for the fact that you were so nervous. Professor Sato sits across from you, a smile flitting across his face. It wasn’t a perverted one at the very least, just a bit awkward. “I’m so sorry about your husband,” he says. You nod, making a non committal noise. “He was a pioneer in the field,” Sato said awkwardly, “I mean he, he-”

“Can we cut to the chase?” You ask gently. The professor looks relieved. “Is the house really haunted?” He asks. “Yes,” You simply say. “But it’s weird.”

“Weird? How? Haven’t you lived in haunted places before.” You snort. “None of them were haunted.” You tell him. Shaking your head, “Not like this anyway. Kayako…” You pause trying to find the right words. “It’s been three months,” You say, exasperated. “Three months and she’s done nothing more than jump scare me by standing behind me when I least expect it.” Sato frowns at your explanation. “She cooks breakfast most mornings, and dinner, she does the dishes. She’s even done the laundry once. She’s always hovering like...like she’s waiting to help or something.” You continue to ramble for nearly ten minutes about all the things she did. Making the bed, arranging shoes neatly by the door, even putting papers in neat, organized piles. Sato listened without interrupting. 

“It sounds like she’s in love,” He says blandly. The statement shocks you so bad you physically jump. “Excuse me?” 

“Think about it,” Sato says, “Making food, cleaning up around the house, it all sounds like she’s trying to take care of someone she’s in love with.” Your brow furrows, your brain somehow not able to puzzle it out. “Who the hell could she possibly be in love with?” You mutter. Your husband was dead, and the last man she was married to killed her so violently she still haunted the mortal realm. Sato looked at you, highly amused. “You,” He says through a chuckle. “That’s absolute bullshit.” You deadpan. This causes him to throw his head back with laughter. “Is it?” 

“Yes!” You say, standing up in indignation, “It is! There’s no way in hell she’s in love with me. She’s dead!” 

“In Japan, the dead are thought to be born from high emotions, to feed off them. Hatred and rage are two of the most powerful, but so is love.” Sato explains, “Here, I want to show you something.” Sato moves towards his desk and you follow him. He brings out a journal and hands it to you. “It’s Kayako’s journal,” He says, pride obvious in his voice. You don’t even want to begin to think about how he’d gotten it. 

You take the journal but don’t open it. “Well?” Sato says, obviously excited. You grimace. “I don’t think it’s right,” You say, putting the book on the desk. Sato looks at you with confusion. “You said it yourself, she’s dead.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to live with her ghost.” you mutter. Sato nods in acquiescence. “The journal describes her life from the time she was eight years old to the moment of her death.” Sato explains, taking to book up again. “It serves as the counterpoint that tipped the balance in her disfavor. It seems as though she was obsessed with someone during her lifetime.”

“Obsessed?” You murmur. Sato nods. “She followed him everywhere. Watched him. His name is written all over the pages of her book.” He holds the object in question in the air. “It’s possible that, by some miracle, her curse has changed from vengeance, to one of unrequited love.”

“You’re damn right it’s unrequited! I want her out of my life! She makes me miserable, I don’t-” You stop, gaining control of yourself. “I don’t want my baby to grow up in that damned place,I want her to survive this stupid curse. But I don’t have many options.” 

Sato presses his lips together. “I’ll have to do some research.” He tells you honestly. “Can I give you a call?” You huff, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “Fine,” You say, “Fine. You know how to get in touch with me.” You turn on your heel to leave but pause. A familiar flash of black moves across a picture frame. Kayako. Shit. She heard everything, of that, you were sure. 

*

You lived in fear. Any day now Kayako would extract her extreme revenge, you just knew it. You wince at a creak sounding off somewhere in the house. Yes, any moment now Kayako was going to come out of hiding and end your life. 

You huff and roll over, hoping she would just do it already. The suspense was making you a nervous wreck. Another creak, another wince. Was it windy outside you wonder? The house is usually as silent as a tomb. Perks of it being haunted you guessed. You groan and flop over on your back. You were getting nowhere. “Kayako?” You called out, for the zillionth time. And for the zillionth time no response. 

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since your fight with Kayako. If you could even call it a fight. After your meeting with Sato, you’d come home to a completely wrecked house. Furniture upturned, papers everywhere, pictures on the walls hung askew. You had tried calling for her, and at first, she hadn’t come out. Not until you reached the master bedroom where she had scared the living daylights out of you. 

You had yelled at her. Fear had given you the push you needed to voice your opinion. She scared you, and no one could really blame you. She was known for her merciless killings. She was toying with you, and you hated that. You wished she would just get it all over with. But spare you baby, please God spare your baby. With your confessions hanging in the air, she disappeared. You hadn’t seen her since, despite trying to get in touch with her. 

Sato seemed unreachable as well. Phones in the house didn’t work, whether it was because of Kayako, you didn’t know. But your computer worked just fine. You’d send him several emails, wondering if he got anywhere, but no response from him. You were worried, but too scared to track him down. What if he died because of your visit? You really didn’t want to find out. 

Just as you were about to drift off into a fitful slumber, Kayako’s death rattle started up. You screamed and flung yourself away from the door, off the bed and to the floor. This is it, you think, she’s going to kill me now. Thank God Sakura was with her grandmother for her weekly visit. The door bursts open and Kayako begins to crawl in, her black hair obscuring her face. “Come on,” You whisper, fear rooting yourself to the spot. “Come on, come on, come on,” Tears begin to run down your face. You’ve accepted your fate long ago. You were ready even if you were scared. 

You let out another screech as the sound of a cat’s cry meets your left ear. You throw yourself against the night stand. Toshio was sitting in his usual position, crouched with his hands on his knees, mouth wide open. He looked...terrified to you. Not like the empty soul he usually looked like. But genuinely scared. A grating sound rips your attention away from him. You look over the bed, Kayako has stopped moving towards you. She was now moving backwards...no...that’s not right...she was being dragged backwards, her nails digging into the wooden floor, leaving claw marks in their wake. She looked to you, her face also screwed into one of terror. “Kayako?” You breathe, wondering what the hell was going on. 

You scream as furniture begins to shake, a great rumbling tears through your home. You’re convinced for one moment that the house is going to rip itself in two. “Kayako?” You yell over the cacophony of it all. Motherly instinct overcomes you, and you drag Toshio to your side, he clings to you as though his life, or lack thereof, depends on it. Kayako continues reaching for you. She’s jerked, once, twice, three times before you spring into action. “Kayako!” You leap over the bed and grab her wrists. 

You now know something is wrong from the way she clings back. You play a strange game of tug of war before you’re jerked forward. Your grip on her is so tight you’re dragged right through the doorway before slamming into the hall’s wall. The shocking force of the hit loosens your grip a fraction and Kayako is pulled from you. “No!” You run for her. 

Down the stairs you go, stopping only when you get to the living room. Why the hell did everything exciting happen in the living room? “What the ever loving hell are you doing?!” You screech. A figure in the middle of the room turns to you. “This is the only way!” They yell, from the sound of it, they were male. “You don’t have to worry anymore!” He continues, “I know how to really get rid of her, once and for all, there will be no more Kayako!” 

“No!” You scream, lunging for him. He easily brushes you off, throwing you to the ground. You watch in horror as the man reaches behind him. Your horror turns to confusion when he brings out what looks to be a small child rather than a weapon. The tiny thing struggles against him, to no avail. “With this sacrifice, Kayako will-” The man doesn’t finish his sentence. Aiming for his knees, you tackle him to the ground. He falls on you with a soft ‘oomph’. Luckily, you were prepared for the inevitable catch and rolled him off with little hardship. You scramble to your feet. Grabbing for the child, you’re met with no resistance as you run off into the house. “Come back here, you bitch!” The man thunders. 

You race back to your room, slamming the door behind you. What the fuck? What are you going to do? Somewhere in your panicked brain you shove the child into the closet, hoping Kayako doesn’t pull one of her nasty tricks and kill the poor thing. They cry out, reaching for you, just as scared. You hush them, “You’re ok,” You say, “You’re ok, I won’t let him hurt you. Hush now, hush.” You shut the door to the closet as they fall silent. 

Your door rattles as the man rages on the other side. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!” He yelled, throwing himself against it. You look around your room for something to defend yourself with. You had a bat, but for the life of you, you couldn’t remember where you put it. You don’t get the chance to search for it before your door bursts open with a terrifying crunch. The man, half crazed in the moonlight, is huffing, staring at you. “You dog,” He hisses, “You will not stand in the way of my revenge.” 

“Why are you in my house?” You cry, legs shaking. “I’m here to kill Kayako!” He yells, “I’m going to end her miserable curse! You aren’t going to stand in my way!” He lunges for you, but misses. Still, he has you cornered in seconds. “I won’t let my daughter’s death be in vain! You won’t stop this!” He grabs for you once more, stumbling over one of Sakura’s toys. This allows you the precious seconds you need to dodge and run back down the stairs. 

He roars with rage, hot on your tail. You’re cornered easily once more in the kitchen. You whirl around to meet your attacker. There’s no way you’re going to get out of this alive, you’re sure of it. Maybe this is how the curse works? You think Kayako drives others to do her dirty work then picks the last one off. No, that wasn’t right, not in this instance. Kayako had been scared, Toshio too. This guy was the real deal. “You’re dead!” The man yells, stumbling forward. 

His hands wrap around your neck. You flail knocking everything on the counter over. You go down, he goes down on top of you. In the back of your mind, you’re reminded of Haru. Just a few months ago he tried choking you to death too. Kayako had saved you then, she wouldn’t now. A strange sense of calm overcame you, a sense of clarity. This was how you died. Unable to watch your precious daughter grow into a young woman. Unable to watch her fall in love for the first time, to have children of her own…

The man lets you go, slapping you hard. You taste blood in your mouth and spit it out. Your head is still reeling from the smack when his hands close around your neck again. That’s when you see it, a silver glint, a sliver of hope. A terrible rage overcomes you. For months you’ve lived in terror, for months you expected to die, night after night, in the most terrible of ways. You’ve tasted the brink of death more times than you wanted to. You’d had enough quite frankly. Moving automatically, you hand grips the knife, swinging it with all your might you instantly feel the pressure on your neck ease, then disappear altogether. Something warm drips onto your face as the mystery man slumps over, then finally topples off you. You lay there for a moment, taking in deep breaths of precious air. 

You close your eyes for a moment or two, trying to come to terms with what just happened. The rumbling of the house settles, things fall silent once more. You only open your eyes when you feel something brush against your face. This time, when you meet Kayako’s eyes you don’t flinch. She looks concerned, for what? You? You cough, spitting out more blood. Kayako rattles softly, touching your face. “I’m fine,” You croak, “I’m ok.” You sit up gingerly. 

Coldness overtakes you as Kayako presses herself behind you, her hands rest on your shoulders. When you don’t push her away she takes it as an invitation to get closer to you, wrapping you up in her arms, resting her cheek on your shoulder. You smile, running your fingers over her soft skin. You smile, because for the first time in a long time, you felt alive. And baby, it felt good to be alive.

[thethotwithoutfear]

Aqui Estoy Mi Amor

Thor x Reader of Color

Word Count: 1, 797

Warnings: None

A/N: I was inspired to write this by a chat I had with a fellow woc about food being an underrated/underutilized love language in fics. I will admit the reader is expressing themselves through Latine cuisine/culture because its the culinary culture I’m most familiar with being a Latina myself. But please enjoy this never the less! The title is taken from a song of the same name sung by Lola Beltran 

Summary: In the great upheaval that is now Thor’s life after the exodus of his people, he finds himself missing home more than ever, but the reader gives him a little piece of what home means to her as a means of comfort 

It’d been a hard day, the weight of a lost Asgard seemed to sit much heavier upon Thor’s broad shoulders. Finding his people a new place to root and recover took its toll. In the midst of his countless conversations and delegations for some kind of compassion and help for his people, he’d found himself missing the comforts of home. But what was home now, for him at least?

Yes, Asgard was a people, his people, not a place. But sometimes the magic of home was an intricate tapestry of memory after memory, laced and intertwined into the fabric of so many familiar paths and rooms in which they are made. Sometimes on days as heavy as this, it  seemed to him that home was truly lost. Home was shattered to pieces among the stars and the cold vastness of space. Home rested in their graves and roamed the halls of Valhalla.

But upon walking into his little apartment, Thor’s heart could not help but beat some rhythm of hope for home...

Within the humble walls of the place Thor simply saw as somewhere to rest his head, delightful smells and enticing aromas made the cold grip of sadness on his heart (and his stomach) melt. Only one such wizard of culinary delights could conjure up such a symphony of goodness, and he really could use even just a little of that goodness right now.

She was dancing. Humming along to one of those Spanish language tunes he’d heard her play on the radio often. The tortured crooning of a broken hearted songstress a great contrast to the smile on his beloved’s face as she set the table. Some new unexplored dish of delicious looking green sauce and pork made his stomach growl so loudly he’d blown his cover from the entryway. Her eyes sparkled as they landed on a bashful but tired looking Thor.

“Ay, Amorcito! The day was rough huh? You look exhausted” she said.

Ah-morrr-see-to…

The rolling of her tongue every time she'd called him that made a tingle of electricity dance merrily down his spine. He'd known what it meant when she'd called him that for the first time, but the delicate way in which she'd said it with bated breath in the night made it mean so much more.

She walked towards him as he nodded in reply, untying her favorite apron and draping it on the peeling kitchen island as she went. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, face buried in his chest; Thor could not help but give a deep sigh.

He felt so deflated now, drained only to be refilled by the warmth of her. The pressures of the day expelling themselves slowly but not completely in one deep exhalation. She breathed in sync with him, her silent way of saying “I'm here. You're not alone”. She gazed up at his glacier blue eyes.

“Why don't you go shower sweetheart? Should soothe you some. And if that doesn't work maybe a good meal will! I cooked something special tonight. I had the day off so I thought I'd treat us both, plus your oven works better than mine” she said, with a gentle smile.

“I will my love,” he said, “Your food always makes me feel much better than any shower though. I won't keep you waiting.”

She let him go. Thor hurried to his room, peeling off clothes that felt as heavy as led somehow. With each layer he felt a little lighter and by the time he'd made it under the warm spray of the shower his body had found some great relief.

But that hollow longing knocked around in his mind still. Echoing just enough to still feel weighty as he got dressed in his most comfortable sweats and t shirt. He hoped a good meal would silence it just enough to sleep through the night at least.

When he made it back, Y/N was still dawdling in the kitchen, checking the oven timer with what he thought was giddy anticipation. A delicious sweetness lingered in the air, it might have been the best thing Thor had ever smelled.

The little egg shaped timer suddenly rang. Y/N grabbed the oven mits at lightning speed, carefully pulling out what looked like a cookie sheet with two ramekins on it. A smile more brightly than any he’d ever seen lit up her face as she delicately set the ramekins on a cooling rack.

“What IS that?” he asked, stomach rumbling awfully loud again. There was no mistaking it was a question asked in hungry curiosity and not possible disgust.

“I'll tell you about it later! For now let's eat and let these cool” she said.

As Thor sat down at the table, his eyes wandered over the delights before him. In one pot was a heavenly looking dish of bright green sauce with carefully stewed pork riblets. In another pair of pots, fluffy and delicious arroz rojo and perfect refried beans steamed coaxingly. And to Thor’s delight, her homemade flour tortillas. This really was a special meal.

The sauce, she explained, was a rich mixture of tomatillos and serrano peppers with just the right amount of garlic. Thor practically groaned when the hardy and bright flavors coated his tongue, even the sting of the chillies was oddly satisfying. She giggled at the growing redness and perspiration of his face.

“I didn't even make it that spicy! My mom would call you lengua de gato if she were here,” she said, “This was my favorite dish growing up, she'd only make it on Tuesdays for some reason. We could never figure out why.”

There was a far away but happy look on her face. The memory of home made her shine just a little brighter. It made Thor wish he'd known the charming little girl she must of been when he was just a boy himself.

They continued to eat their dinner in comfortable conversation; Y/n coaxing out the reason for Thor's blues after threatening to not let him have anymore flour tortillas. He’d been practically inhaling them at that point.

The remaining global authorities it seemed, did not want to grant the Asgardian people permission to establish the small area of Norway they’d settled as a permanent home. They'd tried to threaten Thor with pulling all aid should he succeed in doing such a thing. This rightfully saddened y/n too, angered her in fact.

“Using people's basic necessities and human rights as a bargaining chip is despicable,” she practically growled out, “Can’t they see everyone is finally starting to make progress, to start seeing the possibilities for a new life? Just the other day we managed to help a few more Asgardian citizens find jobs. Thor you should've seen how happy and hopeful they looked! It would have made days like today worth it, mi amor. You're doing so well, I promise you are. And your people love you, they know you're doing your best.”

He reached across the table to grasp her hand. Thumb rubbing delicate circles in the soft brown skin there. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. She'd truly been the best thing about his life on earth.

He gave another sigh, a tired smile on his face. “Thank you love. Sometimes it feels like my best is not enough. And it isn't, not till my people feel they are welcome and safe here. Not till earth feels like home.”

He kissed her hand again, holding his lips there for just a little longer, only to hold it to his face tenderly. It was more for his comfort than hers.

“Thor, do you know why I made this tonight?”

He shook his head; she smiled softly now at him, pressing her free hand to his other cheek tenderly.

“I wanted to give you a little piece of my home, of what it meant to me. The food of my people is rich with welcome, with love and pride. But these things in particular remind me of the person who made home mean something to me.  I don't ever want you to lose sight of what your home meant to you” she said.

She got up slowly, her hand falling away as she moved to the kitchen. He sat there confused for a moment as he heard her rummage through the kitchen again.

She returned with a simple white plate in hand, one of the ramekins placed upside down on it. She set it before him, carefully lifting the ramekin as the loveliest dessert Thor has ever seen gracefully plopped down upon it.

On the plate sat a small but elegant plateau of caramel draped custard, golden and lovely as a yellow sunset. It sat there like a jewel enticing Thor to take a bite. But instead,he looked at her, a strange need for permission in his eyes. She simply nodded.

He’d never had anything as delectable as this soft yellow desert. The delicate custard melted in his mouth. A burst of nutty caramel sauce enchanted his tongue, the slightly burnt quality of it only enhanced its flavor. It was as sweet as the kiss from the woman who’d made it and it made him just as happy too.

Thor had truly never had anything quite as delicious in all his years, and most importantly he’d never tasted love so profoundly in a piece of food in all his life. He felt it nourish his soul with every bite, scaring away the loneliness in his heart and mind like sunshine breaking through storm clouds.

She simply watched him eat. The grey in his eyes began to lift. The blue jewels of his irises becoming clear again. A small dusting of rose sat on his cheeks.

“When I was little and I'd come home crying from school, my mother would make me this flan. I didn't understand back then just why it was my favorite but the older I got the more I realized it was because it was her way of saying she loved me. My mama was my home, she was my safe place to come home to. The walls we lived in were nothing without her. I want to be that for you Thor, if you want me” she said.

He looked up from his plate, eyes glossy with the beginning of tears. He gazed at her for a moment, taking in the light of such a kind, loving woman. A tint of peach graced the brown of her cheeks and worry seemed to paint the crease in her brow. He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly, concern evaporating as quickly as it had come. Her lips parting slightly as he slipped his tongue in gently as smoke. And when they’d parted, he simply said:

“Querida, you taste like home already”...

[gentleknj]

yellow lights | osh

YELLOW LIGHTS

✧ pairing: oh sehun x woc reader

✧ genre: fluff

✧ word count: 2.6k ✧ summary:  amidst a lazy and spontaneous week long travel trip with your boyfriend, you seem to fall even deeper in love with him.

✧ warnings: maybe just a few swear words but other than that its smooth, overwhelming fluff ahead. some very soft inspiration from the song ‘yellow lights’ by harry hudson

a/n: hey, would you look at that? another snazzy (terrifyingly late) birthday post for one of my top favorite people to ever roam this planet @high-on-food ! it is now, officially, our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF BEING FRIENDS. happy birthday, baby kai. even if i am terribly late and ended up posting this for our one year instead, i wanted it to be absolutely perfect for you. ive  written and rewritten this a million and one times so i hope this time it was worth the wait. and although, i still feel like garbage for it so i want nothing in return for this ever, even if it had been on time ok. i love you, i hope you know. enjoy x

The sunlight peeked through the space between the two heavy curtains and illuminated the room in a warm yellow hue. Your eyes took a minute to adjust as you willed the urge to go back to sleep away. If you wanted to sleep in, you could’ve stayed home and done so. You were suddenly more aware of the fact that you were completely naked beneath the engulfing comforter. The warmth of Sehun’s bare side grazed yours as you stirred carefully in the bed, you smile upon seeing that he’s already awake.

“Good morning.” You blush, comforter being pulled up to cover the blush that spilled across your cheeks.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He hummed, fingers outstretching to move some of your messy hair from your face.

“How long have you been watching me for, creep?”

Your playful words made laughter rumble from deep in his chest.

“For many, many years, my precious.”

He always seemed to play along with you whenever you became overtly playful like you were this morning. His skin was warm against yours as he tugged your bare body to lay flush beside his own. Your heart never failed to flutter when he became needy and just wanted to be impossibly close to you. He always appeared cold to any passerby, his resting bitch face being the culprit no doubt. But there was something so beautiful about him that you were drawn to him from the first moment the two of you interned at the same law firm.

Before you could relive the moment, his hands moved up your bare sides to your face and cupped your cheeks. His palms were warm against your skin and goosebumps were left in the path his hands traveled which caused you both to smile. Gentle kisses were peppered to your face. Forehead, nose, eyes, lips, every millimeter of your face was touched with a soft kiss, leaving you to soak in a fit of giggles.

“You’re such a cheeseball.” You laugh, eyes scrunching closed in delight.

“A cheeseball?” His nose scrunched as he repeat the word, eyebrows knotting together.

“Oh,” You started, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek gently. “You know, like super cliche, but in the romantic way?”

He nodded in understanding, his toothy smile coming into view. Sometimes you forgot that you two didn’t grow up with the same slang or lingo, rather, and it reminded you how special it made you feel when you could include something new to his memory bank. With a sheepish smile, you climbed out of the bed and took the top comforter with you. A quick and playful glance over your shoulder at the sheet clad boy behind you made your heart flutter.

“What’s the plans for today?” You hum, eyes scanning your blanket clad figure as you pass the mirror, body bending so you can turn the shower on.

When Sehun didn’t reply, your head poked around the bathroom door frame with knit brows. The bed was vacant and soft clanking came from the kitchen within the penthouse. You had to admit, that this was an amazing airbnb for how cheap it was. Bare feet padded towards the kitchen as a shy smile made itself at home on your face.

His back was turned to you as he busied himself with what you were going to assume was a surprise breakfast, actually lunch if you took that it was past noon into consideration. Deciding it was better to let him surprise you, you quickly and quietly made your way back to the bathroom and showered.

When you emerged in a pair of cotton shorts and a borrowed tee of his, the scent of the food he’d prepared was overwhelming enough to make your mouth water. His brow was dripping with a comical single bead of sweat and he was placing a bottle of wine into a rather large picnic basket.

“Hi beautiful.” His smile was infectious, his feet carrying him to meet you halfway.

Arms encircled your waist and your hands rested at the nape of his neck. “Hi.” Your voice was small, eyes glued to his. “What’s this all for?”

“I’ve planned out our afternoon, it’s supposed to be a surprise.” A playful wink was dropped and the two of you burst into quiet laughter.

Small kisses were shared before he left you to occupy yourself while he showered and dressed. Your focus was solely on your phone when he emerged and he took advantage of the moment. Your skin looked soft, even from afar, face bare from any makeup and a smile split across your deep skin. Admittedly, he loved your skin. Always smooth and soft against his, not a blemish in sight and he hadn’t seen a color that didn’t compliment your complexion.

You could feel his eyes on you now, suddenly feeling exposed as you met his daydreaming gaze. Your eyes rolled heavenward when he playfully whistled at you, your nose scrunching as you laughed.

-

Hands entwined, the two of you navigated the now busy streets of Paris. Sehun had insisted that he led the way to the area he had picked out for the picnic but in all honesty, an hour of bumbling through alleyways and streets full of lively shops, you were sure he had gotten the two of you lost. Your eyes took in the small patches of white clouds above the buildings that surrounded you, trying to keep yourself from taking his face in your hands and begging him to allow you to find the place yourself. It was supposed to be a surprise so you couldn’t quite bring yourself to break so easy.

“There.” He spoke, drawing your attention to him with curious eyes.

His arm was stuck out to point down an alleyway behind you to what looked to be a walled off alleyway on the backside of an apartment building. Fighting the overwhelming urge to sigh aloud, you followed him with the large and increasingly heavy picnic basket in hand.

“Baby, if you’re lost, lets stop and ask one of the local shop owners. I’ll even stand outside while you ask so I don’t ruin the- Sehun.”

You cut yourself off by the view. The Seine river was rushing calmly below the wall the held you from joining the water itself. Your mouth hung agape for a moment and the orange haired man beside you relished in the fact he’d managed to stun you. Suddenly, you weren’t as hungry as you had grown to become from the long walk and the view had sucked most of your attention to itself. You were aware that Sehun had now moved to wrap his arm affectionately around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as you finally registered he was talking to you.

“Hmm?” He chuckled at your sudden attention on him.

“I said,” He stood to his full height, removing himself from you to lean against the low wall in front of you. “ ’Y/N,  this a good spot to have our picnic?’ ” His toothy smile causing your heart to flutter against your ribs.

“Of course, I’m just- I’m in shock. This is absolutely beautiful.” Your gaze drop shyly down at the basket you now held in both hands, cheeks warming up. “Thank you for taking me here.”

“Anything for you.” He hummed, sitting to straddle the concrete wall and taking the basket from you gently.

After a moment of mentally urging your heart to stop buzzing into smaller versions of itself and running rampant through your veins, you mirrored the way he was sat on the other side of the basket. Your hair was secured back with a hair tie and you began opening the basket, curious as to what smelled so wonderful back at the airbnb. Fancy looking plastic containers held two servings of Coq au vin, the smaller ones containing a mix of cut fruit and two white containers from the bakery beneath the airbnb, held chocolate souffle. Two wine glasses had been wrapped in hand towles to ensure they weren’t broken on the venture there, and rested snugly against the side of the woven basket was an unopened bottle of wine.

You would have been lying if you told anyone that you didn’t fall even more in love with him right then and there. His deep brown eyes scanned over your face as you looked over your lunch, eyebrows raised as he awaited for your reaction.

“Hunnie, this is- this is-” Your voice grew in octaves with each word as you stumbled to find the words to say to him.

Usually, you never quite ran out of vocabulary. You were very expressive and it hadn’t been this hard to form words since your very first presentation in college. And that was saying something. You took his hands in yours instead, scooting the basket to press against both of your knees so you didn’t have to leave both of your arms awkwardly outstretched.

“I love you.” You finally spoke, hands squeezing his as you did.

“And I love you.” He replied, eyes turning into small crescents when he smiled.

You held eye contact for a moment before your stomach growled loud enough to let you both know it was definitely time to eat. The gentle hum of people’s passing conversations radiated from the next street over and down the alleyway. The sun was warm against your skin and the river carried enough of a sound that the need for words wasn’t quite there. Loving glances were stolen from both of you, quiet chuckles shared whenever you’d catch the other looking over.

“This is very cliche of us, you know that right? If I were to walk by us and be a stranger, I would immediately throw up from how cute this is.”

Your sudden comment had him nearly spitting out his sip of wine, both of you erupting into loud laughter at the situation. “Very.” He used a towel he had wrapped around the glasses to wipe the bit of wine from dripping fully off of his chin, eyes nearly disappearing and cheekbones becoming more prominent as he set his glass down. “When did we become such a movie couple?”

“I don’t know and I’m not entirely sure that I hate it.”

It was the truth. Love wasn’t always such an easy thing for you, you came off very friendly and affectionate to everyone. But there hadn’t been a true time where you felt this in love for this long. Of course, as a normal human being, you craved to one day find someone to be comfortable around that wasn’t just a friend. Having best friends was wonderful, sometimes magical really. There is just another kind of comfort and connection within a romantic relationship though. It’d been two years since the two of you went on your first date and you hadn’t even imagined that you’d be sitting in Paris, of all places, with someone as important to you as Sehun had become.

His hand ran through his messy orange locks, your eyes finally moving onto the scenery around you and no longer gluing themselves to his face as if you’d forget his features. He is breathtaking, always looking as if he’d just walked off of a model shoot. So it wasn’t like it was hard to stare at him, but the small part of you that would remain insecure (like any twenty something normal woman experiences) that was convinced you would need to memorize every inch of him. Of course, you knew you had nothing to worry about, but it was always food for thought whenever the two of you were apart.

“Babe?” He hummed, resting back against his palms as he looked up at the clouds.

“Yes?” You replied, crossing your legs and taking a long swig of the sweet wine in your glass.

“I want to move in with you.” He spoke bluntly, gaze still on the clouds.

His sudden confession made your head swim. It wouldn’t be much of a change from what the two of you were doing now anyways, you had some things at his apartment and spent a few nights of the week at his place as he did yours. The only difference between your situation now and moving in together properly was that his studio apartment wasn’t hardly large enough for the two of you and you lived with your best friend. It was just easier to split the rent. The idea of waking up next to him every day and falling asleep beside him each night without the worry of either of you needing to wake early to leave and get prepared at your actual apartments was very enticing. Your head swam with all of the ideas of how lovely it would be as you nodded vigorously.

“We’d have to find ourselves an apartment then. Why don’t we look later on your laptop? Maybe we can at least email a few potential places and set up appointments for after we return.”

His head snapped back down to look you in the eyes with his own blown wide. “Really?”

He hadn’t quite expected such a response from you. Optimism was laced in his confidence when he proposed the idea and yet he had somehow thought you would give him a reason that it wasn’t a sane idea. The smile on your face was enough confirmation for him, your hands busying themselves by packing the empty containers back into the basket to hide the excitement that made your hands tremble.

“Duh.” You began, scoffing lightheartedly. “We pretty much live together anyways, this would just solidify it and make it easier on us. Plus, I may just happen to like the idea of waking up next to this really dorky boyfriend of mine.”

“Dorky boyfriend? You have another one?” He feigned to be hurt and overdramatically held his hands to his chest. “How could you cheat on your handsome, perfect, wonderful boyfriend for a dork?” He gasped loudly, laughter tumbling freely from your lips.

“You’re seriously a fucking dork, this is a whole new level.”

Comfortable silence ensued your shared laughter. The basket was much lighter on the walk balk, your biceps thanking you at the dramatic change in weight. Neither of you were quite in a hurry to get back to the airbnb, heads turning to soak in the scenery as you walked with hooked arms.

It was very obvious you two were in love. Regardless of if you were both smiling or not, hands together or apart, the shop keeper of the small antique shop commenting to you about how handsome your husband was and how lucky you both were. You didn’t have the heart to correct her and that was partially because you hoped, with a full heart, that he would be the man you spent the rest of your life with.

another a/n: thank you so much for reading this, and i hope you all enjoyed. especially my sweet baby kai. feedback is always welcomed and encouraged. i can’t say it enough but thank you again.

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[peacefulwriter88]

Sunday Showers

Steve Rogers x WoC, Curvy Reader

Warnings: Language maybe. Just some angsty fluff and some mentions of SMUT but nothing too serious

A/N: We just had a really nice rainstorm and I thought it would be nice to write some fluffy, cuddly time with Steve. Even though I could be persuaded to make this a part 2 that’s all SMUT because I’m all about Steve Rogers right now……

Summer hit the city with a vengeance that you didn’t think anyone was prepared for, least of all you.  It was the kind of heat that got under your skin, where even if you got naked you’d feel like it wasn’t enough to soothe you. You hated the heat. You hated humidity and you hated this feeling of never finding relief whenever you left your air conditioned small apartment, exaggeratedly moving from building to building to soak in the cool, artificial wind.

You were a Midwest girl, used to dry summertime where even though it may be unbearably hot, you could still go outside and enjoy the nice weather. When you had moved to New York, it had tested you. You had almost caved and moved back to your hometown, the city tucked away in the Rocky Mountains to find relief.

But then you had found a job with Stark Industries, then a few years later the Avengers and then a few years after that you had found yourself wrapped in the arms of Steve Rogers. So you tolerated the frigid winters, barreled through the humid summers because ultimately you were doing your dream job in engineering and design and you were in love with arguably one of the most pure human beings on the planet.

But not without complaint.

Steve, on the other hand, didn’t seemed bothered by any of it. Went for a run at 5:30 in the morning during any season, unaffected by the extreme hot or cold. Would still wear his leather jacket whenever he’d take you out for a ride on his bike when you both wanted to escape the city. Found it endearing when you complained that your ice cream had melted into your hand after two minutes because it was just that hot, not because you were a slow eater and the melting of it was inevitable.

You argued it was because of the stupid super serum that made him human being 4.0 – his body taking in outside sensors and evolving with them to accommodate the fact that he was built to be a soldier, to not be bothered by mindless things like the weather during a high stakes mission. You had to joke about it because all the other things he was capable, including his slow aging process would keep you up at night. Couldn’t imagine what it would mean in twenty years when your knees started popping and your naturally tight skin started to dent itself with wrinkles. No, that was a road you only wanted to explore when you had to be confronted with it. Cowardly sure, but the idea of death paired with knowing that it was going to evade the person you loved longer conflicted and scared the shit out of you.

So instead you focused on his inability to be heavily affected by the weather, complaining about how it was inhumane to make New Yorkers travel on the muggy subways because you always showed up to work a dripping mess. Refused to ride with him because you had to cling on to some semblance of your independence and didn’t want to be known as Steve’s girl. So you bitched and complained about, hitting that it was only June, June. What the hell were you going to do come August, when the heat was going to hit the city with a vengeance? And Steve always responded with misplaced pop culture references,

“This isn’t Raiders of the lost Khan, or the Wrath of the Empire. You can always opt into taking one of Tony’s town cars since I wouldn’t want to press you to just ride to the compound with me….”

You always responded with sticking out your tongue, wondering how you had failed him to mix three great nerdy movies of this century together.

This is what you’re thinking of as you look at the back of an almond butter jar, wondering how many artificial ingredients are in the generic versus the overly priced non generic. It’s Sunday, and the day had started off cool and humid. It was like breathing in the ocean, or wadding through a hot rain forest where the droplets were invisible. You and Steve always made a point to shop at the cute mom and pop store down the street from you together on Sundays, to plan meals and try to bring some form of normalcy to an otherwise non-normal life. Despite your insecurity about your curves, the way you were self-conscious about your thighs you had gone out in your favorite pair of jeans shorts, throwing on a crop top because at this point fuck caring about how you looked, you just needed relief. Cool, cool relief.

Steve was at your side, pretending to look over your shoulder and be interested in the ingredients you were comparing in both of your hands. Except his fingers were sneaking into the waist band of your jeans, placing soft gentle circles against your skin that would occasionally cause your breathe to hitch as he drew you closer to him, the subtle hint of his erection teasing your ass. Reminding you that he wanted to finish what you had started this morning, waking him up with his cock in your mouth as you blinked up at him innocently, relishing in the scratchy way he moaned under your control.

He had been gone for a week. So sue you if you wanted to show him how much you missed him. The problem was of course that you let him finish and he wasn’t able to reciprocate, getting more pleasure in getting you off. Instead you had changed into your short shorts, throwing on a top and insisting you both had to run to the store because you didn’t even have any milk for your cereal and what kind of woman can’t even make her man cereal for breakfast. Really, you were just a tease, knowing he’d go along but insatiably be unable to mask his lust for you, how much he wanted to show you how much he had missed you.

The fun was all in the chase.

“So what’s it going to be boss?” his voice is low and sultry, and you fall back into his firm chest, holding up the generic bottle while saying,

“If Tony has taught me anything is that corporations are totally after the man! It’s not only the same ingredients but this jar has less sodium.”

You place the overpriced jar back in its place on it shelf and Steve chuckles, taking his time to watch you as you push the cart down the aisle. Knowing he was probably checking out your ass, and a glimpse of your shoulder confirms it. His eyes are heavy lidden, the stormy slate that only infiltrates his irises when he’s in full blown lust. He bites his lip, shaking his head as he follows you.

“You’re going to be the death of me…”

You giggle, making sure to shake your ass a bit as you move onto the produce. You both continue this game of cat and mouse, you teasing him while making him make decisions with the groceries and Steve going along because deep down you know, just knew, that he loved it just as much until you’re in the checkout line, looking intentionally at the prices while Steve off handily starts chatting to Mr. Grinkowski, the small store owner and one of the few people left in Brooklyn that still owned the business he opened up forty years ago. It wasn’t like you and Steve were strapped for cash, you both made more than enough to survive the expensive neighborhood of even Brooklyn thanks to Tony and the Avengers, you had just grown up having to be mindful of  your spending and its intuitive to monitor your grocery budget.

You much rather spend any extra cash on a night out on the town with Sam or going shopping with Natasha. And Steve always benefited from your tipsy state or need to be him extra shirts he always seemed to tear through.

Win, win.  

Mr. Grinkowski and Steve are talking about some baseball game he was trying to convince you too (gross – watching men throw a small boy at a tiny stick sounded horrible in this weather. Alcohol or no), in the position he had been your whole grocery expedition while you cringed at any wave of humid air that wafted in when a customer entered or left the store. Bracing yourself for the block walk (yes, you were extra. Whatever you deal with the mess your hair turned into because of the thick, water molecules that accosted it) back to your place, wandering if you could convince Steve to give you a piggy back ride and imagining all the things you wanted him to do to you when you all hear it, the loud sound snapping you all out of your stupor.

It resonates within the store and for a second you brace yourself for a large demi-god to come barreling through the store ceiling, demanding that Steve join him to protect earth because some kind of asshole alien, or alien leader or whoever at this point wanted to make humanity its slave bitch. Again. You were tense for it, along with Steve who is now placing you protectively behind him but instead it’s a low rumble that tramples throughout the rest of the city, like a hoard of wilder beast let free.

Another snap of thunder resonates through the store and Steve relaxes as Mr. Grinkowski finishes with your groceries, a sigh of relief as he tells you the price. You throw in your card, starting the quick process of paying as he chuckles,

“Better hurry up and get home so you kids don’t get lost in the rainstorm…”

Steve starts collecting all the bags of groceries, balancing all heavy six bags with ease as he smiles,

“She’d just love that. She lives for summer storms.”

Mr. Grinkowski laughs as you finish paying, shrugging with a smile on your face.

“Any kind of relief from this heat.”

Steve tries to keep up with your slow gait as you walk the pathetic block home.The sky has become consumed by darkness, rumbling like an empty stomach and all you want to feel is one drop, one small drop of relief from the static humidity that still lingered in the air. Instead you are greeted with nothing, and give an exaggeratedly frustrated sigh as you start up the stairs to your 7th floor apartment.  

“It’s probably best we don’t get rained on with groceries. It could ruin half the things in here.” He says, throwing you that paternal look that has you rolling your eyes.

“Whatever. We’d just buy more after the rainstorm. It’s just soo hot.”

He chuckles as you near your door, and you hastily dig in his pocket for the keys, saving him the struggle to find the small collection of metal. Your hand brushes against the taut muscle, twitching from the gentle touch of your hand as you pull out your keys and you laugh as you pull out your treasure, shaking your head as you stick the key into the lock.

“You know, for someone who is supposed to be a straight, clean guy you sure are horny all the time.”

The door clicks, signaling it’s unlocked and you wiggle the doorknob, giving it a hearty two heaves before you stumble into your home, ignoring the way he laughs at the exaggerated way you always opened the door. But it was old, worn, warped and sticky and unlike him you didn’t have the strength of a thousand men. Just your thick thighs and hips to get you through.

“I haven’t had sex in almost 90 years, can you blame a guy when he has the opportunity to have it every chance he can with the woman he loves.”

Despite the adoration filling each word, his voice is low and almost inaudible and you turn, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips. Despite being with him for two years and knowing him for longer, Steve was still shielded when he spoke about the most intimate parts of your relationship. Unlike you – bold, outspoken and unafraid to speak whatever was on your mind – Steve was contemplative, strategic and thoughtful with the words he choose. Always showed you his affection versus voicing it and it still made you smile when he was vocal.

Steve responds to the way you are kissing him, the way you open your mouth to his tongue as he presses you and the groceries closer to his body and you feel his erection twitch again, stronger, and you smile against his lips. You can hear the first burst of clouds, releasing the imprisoned droplets as it slowly drummed against the window and you pull away, biting your lip.

There would be plenty of time for that later.

“We’ll have time for that later,” you say, another loud crack hitting the sky before you hear it hit. “Let’s not miss it.”

He gives a knowing smile, despite the way his eyes drink you in before he’s dragging the groceries to the kitchen. He only digs out one item, the two pints of ice cream and sorbet you had insisted you both would need at some point during the week while you walk to the window, trying to wedge the sticky frame open. Because everything in the old Brooklyn apartment was either wedged or stuck together. You manage to work it open an inch, then two, before Steve is behind you, easily grabbing the sill and pushing it up. You give him a frustrated look, elbowing him in his hard chest as you mumble,

“I could’ve done that.” Before you’re stepping out onto the fire escape. The rain is coming down in steady beats, cutting through the humid air and replacing it with a light, cool breeze and you take your time swaying up the three flights to the roof over your overly priced one bedroom apartment. Steve takes his time behind, you’re sure to ensure your safety while enjoying the view of your ass and following you to the edge where you easily find a seat, your ass automatically cold and stained as you swing your legs over the side. He finds a spot behind you, tucking you safely between his muscled thighs as his arms protectively wrap around you. He had found it odd, your affinity to want to stand in the rain, but always endured the wet discomfort because he knew the peace you received to be doused in the cold, wet rain. To get lost in the quiet music of the drops falling down to earth, soaking into everything it touched, cleaning it anew.

“I love a good summer storm.” You mutter, falling back against his chest and listening to the steady beating of his heart, the peaceful way his chest rose and fell.

“Me too.”

“It’s such good therapy. To stop for a minute and just get lost in the rain….” Your voice is lazy, drawling over each syllable and Steve nods as he rests his head on top of your own.

“It’s true. It’s nothing like taking the time to appreciate the little things that give you happiness.” He makes sure to give you a squeeze, drawing you closer and you wrap your arms around his own, holding him close as you both look out into the city. Drinking in the others love, not needing to say the words to know what lives between the both of you.  

You both stay like that for ten minutes, before more rain starts to pelt down and you finally give into Steve’s insistence that you need to head inside or you’ll catch a cold. He helps you down the metal stairs, making sure to easily catch you just in case you slip and as you crawl into your air conditioned apartment you can’t help your teeth from chattering, another cold shiver spreading up your spine.

“Ittttss… fucking…..freezzzzinngg….”

“That dirty mouth of yours,” Steve chuckles as he shimmies in, shutting and locking the window before frowning at the pool of water that’s found its way on the floor from where you’ve both entered and moves to the kitchen to grab napkins to mop it up.

“You were the one complaining about the heat. Now you get some relief and you’re too cold?”

He throws you a skeptical look as he finishes cleaning up and you shrug, pulling at your top that was getting itchy against your skin and throwing it into a dirty slump at the floor. Knowing he hated when you threw your clothes haphazardly but would be too distracted by the way your breast looked in the bra he loved seeing you in.

“Whatever. I’m going to take a nice, hot shower. Warm up my bones,” you throw a look his way. “Feel free to join.”

You barely make it to the bathroom before his strong arms are over you, already stripped of his shirt as he carries you to your large stall.

“Gotta make sure to get you warm so you don’t catch a cold.”

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Hurricane Heartbreak: She's Gone.

Pairing/ Dean Winchester X Max ( WOC) & Sam Winchester

Rating M

Word count/ 2,418

A/N  Things have taken a turn for Max and Dean. As always this is dedicated to @anotherwaywardsister​ who I enjoy ripping readers hearts out with <3

TAGGED: @beltz2016​ @captstefanbrandt @titty-teetee​ 

MAXS POV

I had my reasons I thought as I shared a kiss with the Cross Roads Demon. I opened my eyes and the dark haired man was gone and so was my soul….

 TWO YEARS LATER:

 DEANS POV 

I slammed into Baby's passenger seat as Sammy jumped in the driver side. I was cradling my arm as we drove off exhausted.

“We seriously need to lay off the vampires.” Sam Frowned.

“Yeah well it doesn't work like that Sammy. We take what we can get.” I scoffed settling in the seat.

“Something is going on man. I just don’t know what.” He looked worried as he drove, I watched his hands turn white on the steering wheel. 

“What's wrong Sammy, did you see something?” I asked worried. He only got like this when he had to tell me something I didn’t want to hear. 

“We need to make a stop back where we met Max. Don’t ask why just know that's where we’re headed.” He said firmly so for once even though I was annoyed I didn’t ask questions.

 When I woke up in the morning we were parked outside the last place I ever wanted to be. Sam was in the driver seat and he looked exhausted. “Come on lets go inside.” he yawned. 

I hauled my sore body out of the Impala and headed inside after Sam. The lobby looked exactly the same from the cheesy decorations to the older women sitting at the desk. 

“Dean?” She asked her face filled with worry.

“Don't look so happy to see me.” I chuckled but she didn’t laugh.

“What's wrong?” Sam asked catching on to her mood right away. He always had a way with people, ever since we were kids. 

“I'm sorry its been a long time; I just wish it were under better circumstances.” She smiled wearily.

I felt the concern seep into my skin and fear as she told us her story.

“She just showed up out of the blue and she never does. She wouldn't tell me what was going on either but everything about her seemed so different and trust me I'm no stranger to change but this is far from normal. She looks like Max and sounds like Max but I just know its not her, something is wrong boys and I’m afraid I’ve lost my best girl.” She sniffed wiping her eyes. 

“Different how May?” Sam asked.

“She doesn't sleep or eat. She’s cold and insensitive its almost like she has no heart!” She exclaimed.

“Is she still here?” I asked.

“Yes she’s out working on Annie now.” She motioned to the shed out back.

We thanked her and went to find max. I didn’t say anything out loud but I was terrified that a demon had gotten to her because of me after I left. We rounded the corner and shared a look with each other when we got to the shed. Annie was parked in front of the double doors and Max was leaned over the hood. She was wearing ripped black shorts and a t-shirt, her signature combat boots were at the bottom as always. She didn’t look any different. The male part of my brain registered that she looked sexy as hell and I wasn’t even seeing her face at the moment; but memories of my hands on her sweet ass caused me to momentarily smirk and my chuckle made her turn around.

 MAXS POV

 I heard their boots cross the dirt before they got close but I didn’t bother to turn around. Lost of people came to gawk at me while I worked on Annie. I didn’t mind, most of them liked what they saw and if I liked what I saw sometimes there was an after show. The dirty plans dropped from my mind when I saw who was standing behind me. 

“What the fuck are you two doing here?” I rolled my eyes and then turned back to Annie.

“Hi to you too!” Dean snapped and it was my turn to laugh. 

“I’m sorry did I strike a nerve, Did you expect flowers and balloons at the arrival of the last person on this planet I wanted to see?” I turned back around with my hand on my hip. 

“I’m going to the room to sleep.” Sam said sighing. 

“Take your brother with you.” I said dryly returning to the shed to trade out tools.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Dean snapped following me. 

“That’s a fucking shame.” I rolled my eyes as I set down the square wrench. 

“Alright cut the bullshit you’re hurting Mays feelings and I don’t have time for this.” He sighed crossing his arms. I might not have loved him anymore but he was still hot as hell unfortunately and time had only done him well. 

“What do you say we stop asking sentimental questions and get to the things were really good at.” I licked my lips and winked. He walked up to me and grabbed me by the shoulders and I leaned in. When he realized that I was dead serious he pushed me backwards and into the working table. 

“What’s wrong with you Max?” His green eyes searched mine. I could see the worry on his face as a million questions were obviously going through his mind. So I figured id save us both the drama. 

“I sold my soul Dean.” I said plainly as he grabbed my jaw and tilted my head back.

“That’s not funny Max, Seriously what the heck is going on?” He said through clenched teeth. I started laughing and his face went through several changes as he realized I was serious. 

“No….” His voice was hardly above a whisper. 

“Yes… I sold my fucking soul and it was so easy too, I already had so much to offer them. I Kill for humans and Demons collect the souls.” I smirked in Deans grip. He released me and took a few steps back pacing and I could see that he was hardly holding it together. 

“Why baby.. why would you do this to yourself!” He screamed but I hardly noticed. 

“You know I always wondered what it would be like to be soulless with no emotions in your presence.” I let my hair down and washed my hands in the sink. 

“What! Why? Why would you want that!” He demanded. He looked caught between anger and despair and I was proud to say I didn’t give a damn how he felt.

 “Now there’s a story….” I smirked and started my wayward tale……

  TWO YEARS PRIOR:

  After Dean got in his car and drove away it took several mental breakdowns for me to realize that I had been betrayed by my heart and was feeling the pain of a love lost. You see the catch was Dean wasn't dead; In fact he was very much alive as he traipsed the country killing demons and sending ghosts back to hell or Heaven. The day he left me there in the dirt he took my heart with him and it was starting to show. I was desperate as I searched for ways to get over the way I was feeling and then it hit me; what if I didn’t have any emotions? Then I wouldn't be heart broken, it would be like I never loved Dean Fucking Winchester and I could finally move on and get my life back to the way it was. It didn’t take long for my research to turn up a Demon who made deals and the next night I gathered my things and buried them in a box in the center of some Crossroads and waited. The first few minutes made me feel really stupid and I almost gave up and went home until he appeared.

  “Hello Little human.” A tall dark haired man approached me. He was handsome and had a strange allure to him. My brain told me to be afraid but my pride wouldn't allow it.

 “Hello.” I answered him with confidence.

 “Max, it is nice to finally meet you in person. We’ve heard so much about you!” He cooed.

 “We?” I asked.

 “Oh yes where I come from you’re somewhat famous. A wild and daring girl you are but I am sure you didn’t just call me here to chit chat; what can I do for you?” He reached forward and curled a stand of my hair around his long fingers.

 “I want to make a deal.” I breathed.

 “What kind of deal?” He asked his red eyes twinkling like fresh blood on the end of a blade.

 “I want to sell my soul….” I said without skipping a beat and I watched a grin spread across his face as he cupped my chin.

 “You beautiful thing. What would you like in return for such a sacrifice…” His smile glinted in the moon light.

 I looked down at the rock road and then back up at the Demon. “ I don’t want to feel , Love, sorrow or remorse anymore. I just want to kill and enjoy my life.”

“I can give you that on two conditions.” He raised two fingers

 “I’m Listening?" I licked my lips.

 “The first; Every time a human is killed by your hand their soul will belong to me.” He raised an eyebrow and I nodded in agreement. “The second; You must tell me the name of the one who broke your heart and you must let me look into your mind and see your story.” he finished.

 I nodded in agreement again and he cleared his throat and cupped my face while he placed his free hand against my chest. “Speak his name Max!” he hissed.

 “Dean Winchester.” I whispered back and I felt a single tear slide down my cheek.

 “Really?” His eyes twinkled again.

 “Know him ?” I asked scoffing.

 “The Winchesters are very popular where I come from; anyhow close your eyes.” He said. When I closed my eyes I literally saw every little thing that happened between Dean and I whir past my lids like a movie on fast forward and then it stopped. The demon leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips and when I opened my eyes he was gone……

 TWO YEARS LATER:

 DEANS POV

 As the last words of Maxs story left her lips the horror of what had happened ripped through my chest. She sold her soul to hell because she couldn’t handle the pain of me leaving her. Guilty wasn’t even the word and I don’t think there was a word that could describe it. I walked up to her fast and snatched her up again. “No.. No No NONoNoNONO! God Damnit Max! Why did you call? I would have came for you! I would have gotten over my bullshit and took you as you were! God Damnit Say it isn't fucking true!” I

 knew I was probably giving her a migraine as I shook her and screamed but I didn’t know what else to do at the moment. I couldn’t think straight and I felt like I was going to be sick. I felt like the world was ending and the shitty part about it is that Max didn’t feel anything……

 “Don’t do this to yourself Dean, I’m already gone and I’m not coming back.” She pushed me away and walked past me.

 “Don’t…please..” I just needed her to tell me this was all a bad dream.

 “Bye Winchester.” She walked out of the shed and back to her car. I didn’t realize I was alone until the sound of Annie's engine brought me back to earth.

 SAMS POV

Dean stumbled in the room and my first instinct was that he’d gotten into it with Max and was now drunk. I was seconds away from starting my “Get your shit together spiel” when I realized he was crying.

 “Dean? What's wrong?” I asked with caution, Dean didn’t cry often and when he did it meant that things were really, really bad.

 “She’s gone. She’s here but her soul; its gone Sammy she sold it.” he groaned with misery.

 I sat up in my bed and almost fell out trying to get to him. “Are you serious! We’ll get it back Dean I promise!” I said a lump rising in my throat.

 “No we wont, she sold it Sammy she made a deal with a Cross roads demon. She’s working for them by choice. She asked them to take her soul so she wouldn't feel anything anymore. She doesn't feel, She doesn’t love me and she doesn't want to! I did this, when I walked away and left her there! I was so mad that day Sammy. I wanted her to come with me so I could protect her and I didn’t care what she wanted! I screwed up and now she’s gone.” He was practically screaming and all I could do was hold on to him and pray he didn’t do anything stupid…. 

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MASTERLIST

I’m really just writing to write, I’m debating on whether or not I want to take requests, but if and when I do, I do have rules:

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Also I don’t write for minor characters, they can be mentioned and have dialog but I’m not shipping minors at all. Regardless if they’re shipped with someone their age.

I age up my characters.

Most of my stuff is OC based and my OCs are women of color. I am a WOC. Sometimes this trickles into my x reader I’ll just make it known in the title.

That’s pretty much all my rules lol, no minors and I don’t write with the idea of shipping minors with adults.

If something makes me uncomfy, I have the right to refuse; don’t like it go somewhere else 🤷🏽‍♀️.

Masterlist (so far):

Marvel

Druig

Playing With Fire (College!AU series)

Kurt Wagner - X2

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Twilight

Demetri Volturi

For You- Part 1

For You- Part 2

Behind the scenes

Felix Volturi

I Love You

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Disney

Descendants

Harry Hook (Aged up)

Zombies 2

Wyatt Lykensen (Aged up)

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Marvel

K’uk’ulkan/Namor

Secrets and Trust

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Spy Kids

Fegan Floop

Spy Kids: The Story of Indigo Rodriguez

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Teen Wolf

Peter Hale

My Scarf

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The Lost Boys

Poly

Happy Birthday, Darling

Just Turned Immortal

It All Started With a Smile (series?)

The list will grow most definitely, until then this is what I have.