#you fuckers are the kind to grab some random kid off the street and be like LOL SANTA ISNT REAL HAHA WHY WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT

[badolmen]

Some of you will not enjoy your leftist utopia because you can’t let people believe in harmless things that you personally don’t believe in.

[anystalker707]

Spicy horror

Pairing: Frank x [fem] Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's Halloween, and (y/n) and Frank finally confess their crushes to each other when binge watching horror movies on Frank's place. Kind of content: Praising / Protected / Oral

Requested by @thisisjustforrequestingfanfics (can't tag you, sorry hhh my T*mblr is acting weird)

a/n - I'm sorry that I coudn't proofread, I might do it soon; I was supposed to be asleep rn

"You're just annoying, old man," I tease with a grin. "But don't whine or else you'll ruin the makeup!" I continue spreading the white concealer over his face, careful to get it on the corners around his nose and around his eye, though not to irritate his eyes.

"No, fuck you," Frank groans, his face twitching to suppress any expression. "Why can't we watch it again tonight? They're the best movies! And stop calling me old man, it's just my birthday! I'm not decomposing or anything!" Despite his words, he smiles, opening his eyes once I pull away, leaning back against the chair of the desk – I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I agree." I grab the eyeshadow palette from the desk and move closer to him again. "TCM is a great series and all, but can we not watch it for a single week? It's your birthday and we can watch literally any horror movie! And it can be special, like, not something we've watched a thousand times already to the point we already know most of the lines." I glare before motioning for him to close his eyes.

Frank sighs grumpily, leaning his head back. "What are you planning on, then? Alien? Jaws?" He lets out a weird cry when I slap the side of his head lightly, though he is soon chuckling.

"And then you complain when I say how annoying you are!" I spread the dark eyeshadow over his eyes, humming. "It's been a while since we've watched The Howling, Evil Dead, House of Wax. I mean, 'm not gonna complain if we decide on Alien and Jaws either." He hums, pouting. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite old man." I press a kiss to his head.

"I hate you," he laughs.

After a little bit of fake blood and retouching on my makeup, the two of us are leaving Frank's house to go to school, waving his mother goodbye. We don't look like what most of the kids will go dressed up as – not putting enough effort nor choosing the same themes as the jocks and popular people and not invisible enough just to throw on whatever in a black theme. Frank looks like a chill vampire with Bela Lugosi's Dracula references, though still looking like a punk, while I decided on one of my favorite characters. Nothing too extra, but still in the vibe.

"You look ridiculous with that hair slicked back." I kick one of the pebbles on the sidewalk. "I prefer the hedgehog or whatever it is in the normal state."

"I honestly feel like I could kill someone just from biting their jugular off." He grins, throwing his nose in the air – I can't help but to chuckle; he's adorable. "But not gonna be anyone from school, they're not worth it neither their blood would taste good." He twists his mouth. "I feel like most I'd get would be booze, botox and steroids."

"Damn," I snort, "awfully accurate. You're gonna starve, sorry."

Frank pouts, looking down, but a smirk soon tugs on his lips as he takes a step closer. "But you're not that bad, baby, you know?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue. "You just want to get in my jugular!"

Both of us burst out in chuckles and our conversation eventually dies down when we walk past the gates to inside the school, replaced by jokes at other people's costumes, sometimes needing to hold onto each other from laughter.

We walk into the first class, already a bit late, but all it does is to attract everyone's attention the moment we step in.

"Ridiculous, as always," some girl mutters under her breath. Funny.

Frank wraps a hand around the length of the coat to stupidly bring it to cover the lower part of his face, looking around with narrowed eyes then wide ones. "I smell not just a lot of blood here," he says in a low and raspy voice, "but also stupidity!" He points at the girl judgingly, making her twist her mouth disgusted.

"I hope Freddy Krueger visits you tonight," I say when walking past her, patting her shoulder. A scream comes from her when noticing the fake blood stain I leave behind on her white outfit, having Frank and I chuckling on our way to the back.

No one really pays attention to the classes – it's Halloween, we're even in stupid clothes and anxious for whatever is going to happen later in the day, so the teacher doesn't even bother scolding Frank and I for talking nonstop in the back of the classroom. To be honest, I think only the goody two shoes are actually doing something, sometimes turning around to glare at the others.

"Okay, okay, shut up for a minute!" I tell Frank, taking a look at the messy words over my notebook to check if I forgot to write something down. "We've got The Howling, Alien, Evil Dead, House of Wax, Dawn of the Dead, Funhouse, Pumpkinhead..."

"Fright Night," Frank continues, "Opera, Cannibal Holocaust, Texas Chainsaw–"

"I said no TCM! Fuck you," I curse, rushing to write everything down, crossing out TCM when I accidentaly write it down.

"Friday the 13th, Poltergeist, Near Dark and Elm Street," he finishes, glaring at me. He hits my shoulder, not enough to hurt. "I'll make you watch TCM with me until you have memorized every single frame of it!"

"Your TCM phase will have died down by then!" I twist my mouth bitterly. "Sorry to kill the hype, baby!" I throw my nose in the air with a chuckle at his sulky manners. He furrows his eyebrows, sucking in a breath for words he never really gets to say. "And we still got to watch all these goth movies and shows lying around! Do you think it was easy finding the 60s Addams family show on DVD? Or that one Frankenstein version on cassette." Okay, the last one was easy to find in a yard sale, but still, it was just luck.

"Okay, mommy, please just don't punish me," Frank says with a groan and a fake moan. I stare at him as he's not able to contain his laughter before starting to hit him with the notebook.

"Too bad you're not a good boy, hun."

For once, school ends up actually being nice and just because Frank and I were getting in the character sometimes and pissing people off. By lunch, he had pulled on some sunglasses and looked like the stupidest fucker while eating his sandwich and smudging more of the lipstick and fake blood around his lips. At some point, we had pretended to have a fight and pierce the other's chest with a pair of scissors just to squeeze a bag of fake blood at whoever walked by – mostly some of the jocks or plastics. So much fun.

The house is quiet when we arrive back at it, a couple hours after school ended, and we find out, later, a note from Frank's mom apologizing she can't be here during the rest of his birthday, though she's sure he'll have fun with me.

"Imma take a shower," I sigh, pointing upstairs.

"Sure," he hums, looking up from the note for a moment to smile at me.

Thankfully, I always leave some clothes at Frank's place because I'm here far too often and not always have the chance or disposition to go back home and grab some clothes. It doesn't prevent me from stealing his hoodie, however, and walking out of the bathroom without all of that sticky makeup or fake blood is the best thing ever. Later, Frank is the one to go take a shower while I take care of the food he had already started to prepare.

"Much better!" I raise my eyebrows at the sight of Frank with his hair back to normal and only a bit of black makeup smudges the underside of his eyes now.

"Y'know, I never said a single thing about how you looked," he mutters with his brow low, coming to lean against the counter, next to me, "still, you've been attacking me every chance you got!"

"Does it offend you?" I smile.

"No, but it still hurts!" He sniffles, a hand flat against his chest. "I know I'm too badass for you to handle, but you don't need to let it be that clear!"

I look at him from head to foot. "I hate you, y'know that?"

"Love you too, hun!" He grins and moves closer, cupping my face exaggeratedly to peck my cheek before we head upstairs with everything we need.

We turn the lights on to organize everything, soon sitting down against a pile of pillows and with food surrounding us, though most of it is on the bedside tables since Frank, mainly, gets extremely uncomfortable with it falling on the bed. It doesn't matter, though, since the food and half empty cans end up going forgotten halfway through the movie at the same time the chatter dies down and we watch The Evil Dead as if it was the first time.

Some funny part comes on – well, not exactly funny, but enough to make us chuckle quietly – and brings us back to reality, sighing and glancing at each other, adjusting our postures as we'd slid down the pillows.

Frank yawns.

"Already tired?" I tease, poking his shoulder.

"No." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Getting tired is for losers." He does glance at the clock on his bedside table, however, and the red glowing numbers say it's six something.

"You're my favorite loser, then." I smirk lightly, exhaling.

Frank's eyebrows knit together as he looks at me, but then rolls his eyes. "Well, duh, of course I am! Who else? I'm the best." He scoots closer until his head is leaning on my shoulder and I can't help but to smile.

"No, I am," I groan, arms wrapped around him.

"I am!" He glares and, at some point, we end up in a wrestling match, pushing each other around the mattress among laughter and curses, which comes to a stop when we start getting too tired and I just let Frank lie down on top of me, head on my chest, still watching the movie. "Do you like anyone, (y/n)?" he asks suddenly. "Like, got a crush?"

Random. Why does he want to know? I mean, I do have a crush, but telling him about it is difficult.

"Um, yeah, I guess, why?" I blink, startled when he suddenly brings himself up on his elbows to stare at me.

"I swear to God I'll hunt them down if you forget about me because of them, do you understand?" Frank presses his forehead to mine. "You're the only one I got, sometimes I'm so worried you'll even leave me for whatever reason."

"What?" I breathe a chuckle, though there's not exactly anything funny here. "Never in my right mind would I do that! And you can't hunt my crush down if my crush is actually you," I laugh in a sudden rush of confidence, which wears out awfully quickly, leaving me lying there and rethinking every life choice.

"Me?" Frank widens his eyes. At the lack of answer, he takes a hold of my collar, straddling my hips. "Did I hear it right? Please, (y/n), (n/n), soulmate? I'm your goddamn crush? For how long?"

I shake my head lightly, shrugging. "Months? A long time."

"And you just told me now?" He cries, forehead pressed to my shoulder. "Slow motherfucker."

"I didn't want you to leave me either, c'mon!" I sigh in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "I remember that time a girl confessed to you and you'd simply vanish whenever she showed up. What if that was with me? I'd not be able to live like this, y'know that."

"Y'know, yeah, seeing it from that point..." Frank shrugs, bringing himself up to face me again. "Still, I wouldn't avoid you like that! Dunno, but it doesn't matter now because you just relieved me of months of suffering. Looking at these pretty lips without being able to kiss it." He furrows his eyebrows, eyes on my lips. "Can I kiss you, tho? Now that we feel stupid for all these months. Damn. At least I feel."

I breathe a chuckle. "Of course! Do you think I wasn't dying to do it either?"

Next thing I know are Frank's lips pressed against mine softly, soon growing firm with confidence. His fingers run along my neck lightly, in a caring manner, dropping to trace my collarbones.

"Also," Frank breathes, pulling away; his face never moves farther than a couple of inches whilst he adjusts his position, lying down beside me on the mattress. "Maybe it's wrong to say and I've always tried to say it in a subtle manner, but–" his eyes meet mine, "–you've got the body of a goddess! Like, dunno, sometimes you comment about not having an 'ideal', skinny body, but you're just so perfect," he groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Frank!" I tap on his back lightly. It's not that I don't like what he said – no, damn, it sends my heart fluttering, this warmth taking over my chest –, but is it really the truth? I didn't think it was possible for anyone to tell me this.

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Frank grins. "Like, your thighs and all. I just want to squeeze and bite you! Not in a bad way, I mean." I must give him a funny look because of how flustered he grows, tongue playing with his lip ring as he looks away. "There's a lot to unpack, fuck, I thought it was obvious how I always sit there gazing at you and shit, but..."

"Likewise." I glare playfully, making him chuckle.

"Y'know–" Frank smiles lazily, "–this is the best birthday I've ever had, by far." He brushes his lips against mine softly, watching me through half lidded eyes. "Never knew you'd actually like me back. Never believed it was possible, to be honest."

"I never cogitated you like me," I breathe.

"Well, okay," he says, "we've already gotten through this. I think we should focus on now."

"I'm not the one who keeps bringing back past thoughts!" I chuckle at how he pouts, scowling funnily.

"Shut up, shut up, I get it!" Frank rolls his eyes and presses his lips to mine before I can say anything, having me smiling against the kiss until returning it, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Now that we've finally kissed, keeping our lips off each others' feels almost impossible – letting go of each other feels almost impossible. "God fucking damnit," he groans under his breathe, moving to press kisses down my jaw, soon reaching my neck.

A sigh escapes my lips at the kisses, though it turns into quiet pleased sounds at the feeling of his teeth pulling at my skin and sometimes closing around it, sucking on it whilst all I can bring myself to do is tugging onto his hair. Suddenly, however, feeling his hands traveling down to my hips and squeezing them makes me gasp, probably reacting a bit more than I intended.

"What?" Frank pulls away at the same moment, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong? Please– Damn, I'm so sorry!"

"N-No, no," I finally bring myself into speaking up, feeling my cheeks burn bright red. "I, um, I actually... liked it. A lot. Sorry if I scared you, I just wasn't expecting it. I don't mind, really," I insist as he continues looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"Yeah!" I smile, bringing him for a quick kiss before he's trailing down my neck again.

Frank's hands go down my body, experimentally at first and then squeezing my hips again, receiving another reaction this time, including just a soft gasp as I push my hips up – a shiver runs down my spine with it, a nice one. Fuck.

"Damn..." Frank breathes, hands running down to my thighs then up again to slide under my shirt. "It's a bit early, maybe–" he shrugs, looking at me, "–but... is it okay if..."

Holy hell. "Of course," I say without thinking much – he continues to stare, so I nod.

"Fuck yeah," he mutters, lips against mine for a few seconds before he's pulling my shirt over my head and the expression on his face carries such admiration that I can't help but to feel embarrassed for a moment. He never lets me cover myself, nonetheless, hands flying to my waist to hold firmly onto it as he's pressing kisses from my stomach to my hip. "No, seriously–" he sits up again, "–how can someone be so perfect?" He seems to be talking mostly to himself, getting rid of his shirt.

"Dunno." I grin. "How does it feel to be so perfect, baby?"

Frank exhales shakily. "You'll be the death of me and I ain't even joking." He presses a kiss to my collarbone, starting to nibble down at the skin again, trailing down to my chest, lips sometimes lingering over my breasts – sure as hell he leaves a few marks behind, considering how invested he gets.

Something tells me he doesn't know what to focus on. His hands never stay in the same place for too long, going down my thighs then trailing up to my waistband, up my torso, and then he repeats it.

"C'mon," I mutter, placing his hands on my waistband. He's a bit hesitant, but quickly undoes the buttons and starts pulling it down – I help him, kicking the pants away in the end.

A string of curses slip past Frank's lips as he quickly gets rid of his jeans too and, when coming back, he kneels down between my legs this time, spreading them apart. Our lips are yet again locked in a kiss, different from the others, more heated up and urgent this time as we hold onto each other. I play with the hair on the back of his neck and tug onto it instead at the feeling of his hands around my ass, groping.

"Frank, damn," I breathe quietly for a second we pull apart and, opposite to earlier, he gets the hint and does it again, humming against my lips. Once he stops groping, his hands just run along my skin, up and down my body, sometimes lingering. The most lovesick look decorates his face when he pulls away. My heart.

I place my hands on Frank's shoulders as I sit up, changing our positions. He observes me with wide eyes and I smile at him before pressing kisses to his neck, leaving behind a hickey before I can go lower and lower until my fingers are around the waistband of his boxers and I pause, looking up at him, and continue after he nods.

Frank's already half hard, a breath hitching in his throat as, after discarding his boxers, I assume my previous position.

Even if it's not the first time I've done that, this nervousness still lies under my skin as I wrap a hand around him, pumping him lightly before wrapping my lips around the head experimentally. He breathes sharply.

Only halfway through it that I allow myself to look up at Frank, pausing for a moment after finding out he's been watching, propped up on his elbows, eyes focused on me and jaw slack, but I don't look away, hollowing my cheeks instead and watching him break under my gaze, letting go of all the tension for a second.

I repeat the motions a few times and pull away, licking up along the underside, around the tip, and he's suddenly pulling me away – eyes wide and face flushed this time.

Frank mumbles something I can't quite understand, but it doesn't really matter. He moves closer, both of us soon assuming the position we were in minutes ago, pressed against each other. Now, he removes my underwear and his hand slips between us, however.

Pleasure is sent ringing up my spine at the feeling of Frank's fingers slipping past my lips, quickly finding my clit and wasting no time on working his thumb on it while a couple of fingers tease my entrance. Moans just escape my throat easily after he breaks the kiss, mouthing his way until the inside of one of my thighs – he bites and sucks on the skin there. His tongue is suddenly there, then, against my clit, working around it before being replaced by his lips and my vision goes fucking blank when I can feel him sucking on it.

"Fuck," Frank curses once pulling away, moving to frantically rummage through the nightstand's drawer; I groan at the loss of touch, pushing my hips up into nothing.

Hearing the sound of foil being torn makes me understand what's happening, and I watch him rush to slip the condom on, giving us a moment to catch our breath before he's positioning himself, a hand on my hip whilst another holds himself up.

"Tell me if there's something wrong, okay?" he asks slowly, "I'll stop right away. Don't be afraid."

"Same to you," I say softly, cupping his face to pull him for a soft, quick kiss.

Frank smiles with a nod and looks down before I can feel him against my entrance, pushing in slowly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly, feeling his chest vibrate against mine with the low moan coming from him, replaced by a sigh once he sinks in completely. He starts moving right away, hips jerking experimentally before attaining a heavy and slow pace which doesn't last long due to how needy we are already.

I gasp at how he thrusts in harder, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him close and having my legs around his hips, instinctively.

Curses and praises are breathed into my ear among moans, somehow making the pleasure pool down in my lower stomach even more intensely, summed up to feeling his hands groping on my ass again, fingers sinking into the skin.

"You're just so perfect, (y/n)," he babbles, "and even better that now you're all mine."

Suppressing a louder moan turns out to be impossible at the feeling of Frank's hips reaching a certain angle and, soon, the answer I had in my slips away from my grasp and all there's left is just how good he feels. I travel a hand up to his hair, remembering how he reacted to it earlier, and tug on it in a form of response, though also wanting to hear how pathetically he moans at it.

"'M gonna cum," I manage to say before being cut off by a moan, arching my back.

"Me too, babe," he groans, "almost there."

Frank pauses, adjusting himself so a hand is under my thigh and another on the mattress for major support and his thrusts are suddenly harsher. I throw my head back at the same time, holding onto him tightly, and it doesn't take long for all the pleasure that had been building up so far to unravel at once – it apparently triggers the same on him, considering how tight his grasp gets whilst a higher pitched moan comes from him.

Coming down from the high, I feel almost numb, in a good way. Frank pulls away and I'm only aware of him when he's lying down next to me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to do anything aside from staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

"Damn, I love you so much, so much," he mumbles again.

I breathe a chuckle, feeling him cuddling up to me, arms wrapped around me. "And I love you, dumbass." I press a kiss to his head.

"My girlfriend now, right?" he asks. "Nevermind, you don't get to choose." He chuckles, though it quickly dies down. "Just kidding, okay? Tell me to and I'll fuck off."

I laugh, still breathless. "Of course I am. I didn't confess for nothing."

[apolloloki97]

“Gay Judas” Mickey Milkovich x Ian Gallagher

Summary: When Mickey hears about Ian’s Gay Jesus bullshit, he decides it’s time to intervene.

Word Count: 2235

Warning: Swearing, Bipolar Disorder

Song I Wrote To: “Heat Waves Stripped-Version” by Glass Animals

Note: I really needed Mick to show up and shut this shit down and so I wrote this.

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Mickey Milkovich had uprooted his life for Ian Gallagher and he was happy to do it.

That is until it involved Ian being a complete moron. 

Mickey had been at a random bar somewhere outside the main city he was staying in while in Mexico when he had caught a shot of his ex-boyfriend’s face on someone’s phone nearby. All it said was Chicago’s Gay Jesus and Mickey knew something was very wrong. It didn’t take him long to find the articles about Ian’s new crusade and that was when he had risked a call to Svetlana.

Hearing that Ian had become some kind of gay symbol was one thing, but the way he was doing it told Mickey another: Ian was in a manic stage and nobody was helping him. That was how he found himself back on the streets of the Southside with an angry Russian hooker by his side. “This one,” Svetlana said as she pointed to a church on the corner. 

Both Svetlana and Mickey paused as they stared up at the banners that hung on the outside of the church. “Fucking hell, Ian,” Mickey swore as he saw the ridiculous illustrations of the ginger on banners and even t-shirts. 

“What’s the plan? Punch moron till he stop?” Svetlana asked. 

“Depends on if his little cultists swing first,” Mickey said as he scratched at his nose with his thumb before taking a deep breath. “Alright, Svet, take me to church.” 

Ian was in the middle of a sermon, sort of, when Mickey burst into the room, Svetlana following right behind him. “Alright rainbow warriors, take a fucking seat!” Mickey yelled, announcing himself. Ian stared at the man in front of him, unable to think clearly. Trevor, who had begrudgingly gone to this specific meeting was looking between the two in confusion. 

“What the shit!” Ian exclaimed, unsure of what else to say. 

“Svet, grab him,” Mickey ordered and then all five-foot-seven of pure Russian confidence was charging down the aisle towards a surprised Ian. Mickey watched as Svetlana grabbed Ian and nearly tackled him to overpower him. Ian was strong, always had been, but Svet was just as pissed at him as Mickey was.

“You idiot,” Svetlana said as she grabbed Ian by the back of his neck and took his arm, dragging him off the dais. Ian stumbled after her, still trying to get the right words out. 

“Hey! Let him go!” one of Ian’s disciples said as they moved to follow them. Svetlana pulled her knife and leveled it at the girl. Trevor stood then, ready to intervene. 

“Fucking hell, Svet! Put the damn knife away, we’re in a fucking church,” Mickey said as she lowered the blade and continued to push Ian towards the door, but Gallagher was starting to resist.

“Come, Orange Boy, we need to talk,” Svetlana said, hooking her arms around Ian’s biceps. 

“No! Ian! You can’t just take him!” Another girl said as she cried out for her "savior". 

“Ah, don’t worry your little gay heads about it, I’ll bring your pariah back in one peace,” Mickey said, flipping her off before going to follow Ian and Svetlana. 

“Who the hell are you?” a younger man said, trying to step into Mickey’s path. Mickey just grinned at him before punching him in the face. The guy fell amongst the pews and Mickey turned to the rest of the room, splaying his arms wide. 

“Just call me Gay Judas,” Mickey said with a wink.

“Mickey!” Ian screamed, causing Mickey to roll his eyes. Trevor began to move toward as Mickey’s name fell from Ian’s lips. He knew immediately that this was the Mickey and Trevor was not about to let the convict take Ian away from him. 

“Svet, get the bag!” Mickey said as he ran off after them. Trevor followed, bursting through the front doors just to see Svetlana throwing Ian into the back of an SUV with a black bag over his head. Mickey slid into the front seat and started up the engine. He gave a salute to Trevor as he hit the gas and sped off.

Ian swore from the backseat as Svetlana kept him contained, holding down his arms. “You fuckers!” Ian yelled. “Let me go! What the fuck ever happened to Mexico!” Mickey ignored him, not wanting to answer any questions just yet. Not until they were alone. Mickey didn’t have a lot of time and he needed to make the best of it before his deadline. 

They arrived at the Alibi soon after and Svetlana helped Mickey drag Ian into the basement that Kev usually used to store weed for his and Lip’s “ice cream truck”. Now it was mainly used for interrogations or in Ian and Mickey’s case, interventions. 

Svetlana and Mickey threw Ian down onto a chair and then tore the bag from his face. “Again with the fucking bag!” Ian shouted, nearly growling at Mickey. 

“Shut up, Red,” Mickey said with a warning look. Ian looked around and began to settle down as he realized where he was. Still, it didn’t comfort him to know that his ex had essentially kidnapped him.

Again.

“Thanks, Svet, I owe you,” Mickey said. Svetlana leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before sending another glare at Ian as she turned to leave. As soon as the door closed and locked behind them, Mickey walked forward and landed a punch to Ian’s jaw. 

“Fuck!” Ian yelled. 

“You’re lucky that’s all I did, you fucking idiot,” Mickey said. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ian asked. 

“I’m here, you moron, to shut this shit down,” Mickey said, grabbing at Ian’s Gay Jesus t-shirt. “Do you know how many fucking busses and trains I had to take to get back here? Fuck, Gallagher… what the fuck are you doing, man?” Mickey said, lowering his voice a bit more as Ian also began to settle. 

“I’m helping,” Ian said, still trying to grasp the fact that Mickey was in front of him, that Mickey was home. 

“Helping who, Ian? The fucking loons who want to lick your boots? What about being an EMT?” Mickey asked. 

“It wasn’t enough,” Ian argued. 

“Says who?” Mickey countered, but Ian just remained quiet. Mickey swore again, rubbing at his temples as he began to pace in front of Ian. He had planned out this whole speech he was going to say, but now he could barely get the words out. He couldn’t look at Ian without thinking about how the man had left him at the border, alone and heartbroken. However, he knew that Ian was always going to be dealing with bullshit like this. “You’re off your meds, aren’t you?” Mickey asked though he didn’t really need an answer. He knew what it looked like when Ian was manic. 

“Fuck you,” Ian said. 

“Uh, no,” Mickey said, crossing his arms. “I didn’t get back across the border for this shit or for you to be all dismissive when I ask about your fucking well-being. Nobody has fucking noticed have they?” Mickey asked, knowing damn well the Gallaghers forgot Ian existed half the time. Ian didn’t respond, but that was an answer in itself. “Fucking Gallaghers,” Mickey swore causing Ian to look at him with recognition, seeing his Mickey again was making his heart ache. “Get it together, Ian,” Mickey said. 

“Right,” Ian scoffed and Mickey began to lose it. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? And don’t give me all this 'woe is me bullshit', you’re smarter than this.” 

“These kids need my help!” 

“There are other ways to help them, Ian! Social workers, cops, hell a fucking walk-a-thon, but not this! This is unrecognizable.” 

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do,” Ian challenged.

“That’s a bunch of bullshit and we both know it,” Mickey said. “I know you inside and out. I know your soul like the back of my fucking hand. Don’t you tell me that I don’t know you, Ian Gallagher. Don’t you say that shit to me.” Ian was quiet then, trying to keep it together. “You want to mean something? Start by setting a decent example for these kids that are following you like a bunch of gay ugly ducklings.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Ian said. 

“Stop,” Mickey said, approaching Ian. He leaned over and braced his hands on either side of the man below him, his hands digging into the armrests. “You mean something to this world, Ian, but you don’t need to go off the rails to prove it,” Mickey said with a desperate tone to his voice. 

“Why do you care?” Ian asked, staring up into Mickey’s eyes. 

“Why do I care?” Mickey echoed. “Did you forget everything that fucking happened at the border?” he asked as he pushed back from Ian. “I fucking love you, you idiot and I’m worried about you.” Ian was quiet for a moment before he finally sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

“It got out of hand,” Ian admitted. 

“Yeah, no shit,” said Mickey. “Fuck, where the hell is your family?” 

“Busy,” Ian said with a shrug. That also didn’t surprise Mickey. The time Ian left to join the military, Fiona had barely looked for him. In fact, Mickey couldn’t remember anyone actively looking for Ian until the Army came looking for Lip. That had pissed off Mickey to no end, even if he never told the Gallaghers that. 

“And what about that boyfriend of yours?” Mickey asked, remembering Ian talking about his relationship when Mickey had escaped. 

“He saw me losing it,” Ian divulged with another shrug. 

“And he didn't do anything like drag your ass to the clinic?” 

“No,” Ian said. 

“Fucking hell, Gallagher, you need better friends,” Mickey said, running his hands over his face. His stubble was growing out again and he desperately needed a shave. “This shit stops now, okay?” Mickey urged and Ian nodded, trying to keep it together. Mickey kneeled in front of him and from his jacket, produced the familiar orange bottles that held Ian’s meds. “I picked these up on my way.” 

Ian stared at the pills with disdain but didn’t shove them out of Mickey’s hands to the latter’s relief. “You broke into my house…” Ian said. 

“I still have a key, moron,” Mickey said and then softer, “Come on, baby.” Ian stopped at the use of the pet name. Mickey never tended to use anything but the more insulting nicknames, but there were times when they just slipped out and the gentler side of Mickey was revealed. A side that Ian loved the most.

Ian opened his hand and Mickey doled out his dosage before grabbing a bottle of water from the storage crate and handing it to Ian. With a deep sigh, Ian took all his stabilizers and antidepressants in one go, following up with a few swigs of water. Mickey relaxed as soon as the meds were in Ian’s system, feeling exhaustion weighing on him from all the days he had spent worrying about the love of his life. “Stop trying to fuck up this life you have, Ian,” Mickey said, reaching out to hold Ian’s face in his hand. “You’re so much better than this.” Ian leaned into his palm, savoring the small moment. 

“I missed you,” Ian said, closing his eyes. 

“Missed you, too,” Mickey whispered. Leaning in, Mickey rested his forehead against Ian’s and tried not to let the tears that threatened to spill cascade down his cheek. He didn’t need to get emotional now, he didn’t have much time left. 

“You better get back to Mexico,” Ian whispered. 

“I ain’t going back,” Mickey admitted. Ian pulled back just enough to see Mickey’s face. 

“Why?” he asked. 

“I made a deal,” Mickey said with a sad smile. “I rolled on a cartel back in Mexico. Told the Feds I’d finish my sentence here as long as they gave me the afternoon to finish something up. I took down some pretty fucked up dudes so they agreed. I gotta turn myself in in about twenty minutes.” Ian seemed to deflate then as realization set in.

Mickey was going back to jail because he came to save him. Again. 

“I’m sorry, Mick,” Ian said. Mickey was shaking his head already as he ran his hands over Ian’s shoulders and up to his neck, relishing in the feel. 

“Don’t apologize,” Mickey said, “but fucking visit me this time, will you?” 

“Every week,” Ian promised without hesitation. 

“Soft,” Mickey teased, and that caused Ian to laugh finally. He then turned serious. 

“Thanks, Mick,” Ian said. "Thanks for coming to get me.”

“I always will,” Mickey promised. “Especially when you’re going all psycho-ginger on me.” Ian laughed again and then surged forward to kiss Mickey, crushing their lips together. Mickey savored every taste and feel of Ian’s lips on him, knowing it was going to be a while before they had another moment like this. He didn’t think Beckman would offer conjugal visits anytime soon. When they separated, Ian smiled again. 

“Stop kidnapping me, Milkovich,” Ian said as he kissed Mickey quickly again. 

“What can I say?” Mickey said. “I’m a whore for the dramatics, Gay Jesus.”

“Oh, shut up, you fucking convict,” Ian said as he grabbed him again.

Regardless of what the future held, they still have twenty minutes. 

[btsmakesmehappy]

Palate Cleanser | 1

Genre: Agent au, friends with benefit (sort of), Stranger to lover, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

Pairing: Agent!Taehyung x Baker!reader

Word Count: 5,6k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: broken heart, cursing.

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 completed

Summary: Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

a/n: Hello again! This mini series is a continuation from Broken Vase. You can read it as as a standalone, but it’s better if you read it first for better understanding! As always, english is not my first language, so I would really appreciate if you give me correction or any suggestion. Please tell me if you want to be added on the taglist!

Also this is gonna be a part of The Company series (Click it for agents’ description!). Please look forward for it!

Taehyung walks mindlessly in the city. It is already noon, but still, he doesn’t want to go back to the company. The sun shines brightly like it is mocking him. And how the roads are full of couples, it is like hell to him. He hates it. He wants to be with someone too. Someone whose hand he can hold in the middle of a busy street. Not just someone, but someone he truly loves. That particular one who chooses Namjoon over him. He knows that the girl loves Namjoon deeply. He always knows it. Yet he refuses to acknowledge it. He thought that if he stays with her by her side, she will reciprocate his feelings. But it is just a mere hope. Love is not that simple.

His phone vibrates inside his pocket. He looks at it only to find Jimin is calling him. “What do you want, chim?” He then moves to the sidewalk, to take the call. His back leans onto a brick wall.

“Hello to you too. Where the fuck are you? The meeting is in 5 minutes, you know!” Jimin yells from the telephone. Taehyung taps his foot impatiently, waiting for Jimin to stop his blabbering. “Just come here fast!”

Taehyung interrupts, “I am not coming.”

There is silence on the phone and when Taehyung wants to turn his phone off, Jimin yells again. “Are you crazy? The meeting is about our mission in Hawaii. All of the agents who worked in it must be present. Our boss and that girl are gonna ask me about you.”

Taehyung can feel his heart stop for a bit after hearing about that girl. The girl he loves. But still, he doesn’t want to meet her. He is not ready. She will be together with Namjoon in the meeting. A sight he never wants to see. “Just act like you don’t know anything! I am hanging up!” Taehyung hangs up before Jimin replies back. He then turns his phone off and puts it again inside his pocket.

Yes, he thinks that it is not professional for him to avoid Namjoon and the girl. He doesn’t hate them, Hell no. Namjoon is one of his best friends and so does she. But he still needs a moment to mourn, to finally moving on. He sighs and walks again. His stomach grumbles. He hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday. He doesn’t even believe it himself. He thinks that only women will have anorexic as a breakup phase. But it seems, losing appetite applied for every human being who is brokenhearted.

His feet stop in front of a small bakery. It has a blue color outside and yellow inside, a rare combination since some people think that blue is not an appetizing color. He decides to buy some bread and eat it in the park, he is not in the mood of any rice right now. He just needs something to fill his empty stomach. The bell in the door rings as he opens it.

He is welcomed by delicious smells of freshly-baked bread. He takes a tray and walks around. Somehow the smells make his stomach growls even louder. After many considerations, he chooses a bread with red bean paste and butter and also an egg sandwich. He also takes a coke from the chiller and walks to the cashier.

He puts the tray in the cashier and his eyes wandering around the small bakery. The bakery itself is cozy, with some corners full of cute photo spots. There is only some seating area in front of the cashier. Taehyung is nodding at the rhythm of the music when his eyes dart at a little placard with a hand-written scribble beside the cashier.

Girls get 50% off

Taehyung frowns his brows and asks. “Why do only girls get 50% off?”

You raise your head. “Because all men are trash.” You reply dryly.

Taehyung gawks with that sudden explanation. “I’m sorry, what?”

Just before you say anything to the random guy, someone hit your head. “What the fuck, Hani? Why did you hit me?” you touch your head and look at another girl, Hani, who holds a rolling pin in her hand.

Hani then grabs the placard and tears it into pieces. “How many times did I tell you not to use this stupid ‘girl only’? You want us to go bankrupt?” She then throws it into the trash can. Hani turns to the man in the suit in front of them. “I am really sorry sir.”

“Why? I said the truth!” you shrug. Hani then glares at you, which shuts you up. “Fine. You handle this then.” you then walk to the back, to the kitchen, while Hani handles the cashier.

Taehyung is flabbergasted. His eyes following your back. What a weird girl. “So, how much?”

Hani then smiles, “2700 won. Would you want to pay with cash or card?” Taehyung gives her an exact amount. “Oh, this is a free cookie for you. It’s a new recipe.”

Taehyung takes the paper bag and nods politely. “Thank you.”

“Thank you! Please come again!” She yells to the girl as Taehyung walks out of the door. He can hear how the weird girl is being yelled at. Somehow he finds it amusing and funny, not at all weird.

He walks to the nearby park and sits on the bench. He puts the paper bag beside him. He looks at the bag. Palate Cleanser. A weird name for a bakery. It should be used for an ice cream parlor or that kind of stuff, but instead, they use it in a goddamn bakery. Well, not only the people working there are weirdos, the bakery itself is weird too.

He chuckles. Taehyung loves unusual stuff. He was once scolded by the higher-ups when he showed up in the Company in a pajama set and the other time in a suit with some doodles on the back. It is just his fashion sense, and everybody in the Company just looked at him like he was crazy. Why can't he be the unique one? It’s not that he bothers anyone with his habit nor his fashion sense. He opens the sandwich first and bites it. Not bad. Maybe he will come to that weird bakery again.

“What the fuck, Y/n? You almost scared him away!” Hani yells at you. She puts her hand on her hips. It may be the fifth time she yelled at you about this, this week.

You shrug. “So what? That is my intention anyway.” You open the kitchen cabinet and pull out a sack of flour, chocolates, caramel, and a bottle of peanut butter.

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “He just wanted to buy some bread for god sakes. Not making a move at you!”

You look away and walk to the kitchen island to make another batch of cookies. “Men still are trash.” You said as you rolled your sleeves.

Hani just shakes her head. “Not all men are trash.”

“They are!” you yell. “You lucky you found a good one.”

“Enough with the stubbornness!” She sighs. “Fine then, just think like that. But don’t you ever put that placard again! People would think that this bakery is a lesbian crib, you fucker.” Hani stomps her foot to the front, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

You sigh. I hope I am a lesbian, maybe It’s just better that way. You begin to measure the cookie ingredients. Your mind wanders freely as your hands work. You have done this for almost 5 years now, and you can measure a basic cookie dough subconsciously.

It’s because of Youngjae.

It was maybe the lowest point in your life. You found Youngjae naked in the bed with your college friend who you thought was your best friend. But frankly, she was just a bitch. Youngjae was your boyfriend for 3 years, you dated him in the last year of high school. He was kind, handsome, and smart, basically a grade-A boyfriend. You thought you were blessed for having a nice boyfriend. You gave all of you to him. But apparently, he cheated you all the time in your relationship. For 3 fucking years.

You are glad that you have a nice family and friends to help you through it. You cried, starved yourself, and did not take a bath for weeks in your break up. Hani is one of your friends that supports you in that hard time. Instead of just depressed and sad, she helped you move on. She was the one who printed huge ass banners that said ‘Youngjae got herpes’ with his photo and stuck it on every surface in your college. It probably cost you some dates but you were happy and satisfied. You were relieved that you got out of that unhealthy relationship. But still, you despise all of the men in this world.

You studied hard after that, took patisserie classes, not bothered by guys and dating. You get on your feet and finally, you open a bakery in the middle of the city with your best friend. It is like a successful revenge. Even that jerk ruined your life, you still have your best friend and a great job that you have always dreamt of.

You always love baking since you are just a little kid. You love the moment when you wait in front of the oven. You love to see how all the raw ingredients turn into an edible one. And you love to give your food to people, you love seeing their reaction. There was even a time when you made bread with a miso paste fillings. It was a horrible combination that made Hani and your family throw up. But you love trying new things, or just watching them trying your disgusting food.

You put the cookies in the oven. This time you made a batch of sumbitches, cookies filled with peanut butter, chocolate, and caramel. It is your bakery’s special and most favorite one because your customers are mostly girls. Who says that the girls need love? Well, who needs love if you can eat chewy, sweet, salty, and crunchy fresh baked cookies while watching Netflix?

Taehyung decides to go back to the Company after his lunch. He is racking his brain to avoid the other guys. He looks at his watch. The meeting should be over in an hour. He better moves faster. He speed-walks to his cubicle, nodding at everyone in his way. It is not that he has a job to do. He hasn’t got a new mission yet, so he basically can slack around. He sits on his chair. It’s been a while since he moved back to this city. He always chose to be located in other countries as an asset. He loves to interact with new people and to be in a new environment, not stuck in this tiny cubicle in a suit. But after that Hawaii Mission, the boss orders him to return to the head office, and well, he can’t refuse. Even Yoongi, who was an asset in Hawaii, ordered his return too.

He moves his chair around. He is bored. Maybe he is going to ask Jungkook to play with him. Oh but Jungkook is at the meeting. He sighs as he props his hand under his chin.

“Tae! Where have you been?” It’s the voice he wants to avoid the most. She walks to his cubicle with her bag on her shoulder. He can see the scar on her cheek is not as red as before, since it was from two weeks ago. “You are lucky, the Boss didn’t ask for you!”

He smiles sheepishly. “Ah, right. I kinda forget. So how is the meeting?”

She looks at him suspiciously and puts her arms across her chest. “Yoongi found that Ji Seok had contacted some people before he came to Hawaii. So, we need to investigate them. They sound suspicious from what Yoongi told us before. We thought that they might be the newest members of the Black.”

He tilts his head. “I’m sorry. We?” He is fine with another job to save him from boredom, but to work with her again? It’s just uncomfortable.

She laughs, “Oh, I am sorry. I mean you, Yoongi, Jin, Jimin, and Hoseok. Everyone except me and Namjoon. Can you believe that?”

Taehyung raises one of his eyebrows. At some point, he feels relief that he won’t work with her. “What? Why?”

“Namjoon is getting his ‘punishment’ and sent away to teach the recruits and as for me, I have finally decided to go on therapy.” She smiles proudly.

His jaw drops, “Oh my God! I am so glad you decided to do that!” He stands and hugs her tightly. “What makes you change your mind?”

She returns the hug. “Well, Namjoon kinda talked me into it. I was afraid I would get fired, at first. But he told me that if I get fired, he will leave too.” She laughs. “And after that, I gathered all of my courage to tell our Boss. Fortunately, he doesn’t fire me and encourages me to go to therapy. They told me to think about myself first.”

He gulps and gives a faint smile. “I am so happy for you.”

She then releases his hug. “I want to talk to you more, but I must go to my first session. Talk to you soon, okay?” she then waves and walks to the tall man standing beside the door. The tall man smiles and then puts his arms behind her back and walks with her happily. She never smiles like that before and if Namjoon is the only one who can make her happy, he will gladly let her go. Even if his heart aches whenever he sees her with Namjoon, he will be happy for her. He tries to be happy for her.

He needs to move on. He must let her go.

He drowns in his thoughts, not realizing Jimin walks to him. “Hey, bro. How are you?” Jimin has always been his best friend. They both went to college together and finally decided to work in the same place, Taehyung works in the field area, whereas Jimin works as a handler. Her handler. And Jimin was the one who introduced her to Taehyung.

Taehyung sighs. “So-so.”

Jimin pats his shoulder. “I know. You are doing good, by the way. I am so proud of you.” Jimin always knows about Taehyung’s love for her. It’s not that he is not supporting it, but Jimin has always known that the girl loves Namjoon, since a long time ago. Basically, he is stuck in between helping Taehyung, his best friend, or helping the girl. But love is not that simple, and can’t be controlled with a mere human being like him. It just goes with the flow like a log in the river. And unlucky for Taehyung, the log flows to another stream. “Just tell me if you want to hit the strip club okay? Hoseok is waiting for it too.”

“Haha. Yeah right.” Taehyung shrugs. “Maybe next couple of years.”

“Dude. Why are you so pessimistic about it? You are going to move on soon.”

Taehyung glares at him. “I have loved her for 3 years, okay? It’s not that simple to unlove someone you love.”

Jimin sighs. “You know what? I think you need a palate cleanser.”

Taehyung knits his brows. “What? Why do I need that bakery?”

“What bakery?” He asks back. “No, what I mean is you need some sex to help you get over her! And then you can get ready for a new one.”

“So, you suggest that I should hook up with a prostitute?” He crosses his arms across his chest, finding Jimin’s suggestion to be amusing. Amusing as Jimin who is a hopeless romantic and has been in love with his childhood friend since he was a kid suddenly told him to get a one night stand.

“Eww. No! Just look for a girl, you stupid. Hang out more.”

Taehyung chuckles. “Shouldn’t it be easier to find a prostitute?”

Jimin’s nose scrunches in disgust. “If you say a prostitute again, I won’t ever talk to you.” He then drops a binder on Taehyung’s desk. “Anyway, this is the data for our mission. Jin said that we would have a meeting tomorrow, so you should study it. Oh, did I mention that I am joining the fieldwork too? Finally, I don’t need to stay in front of my computer. I am so thrilled!”

“Wow, congrats bro.” Taehyung pats his shoulder and takes the binder and opens it. “But you should practice your gun skill more then.”

“Right! I think I will practice after this. Alright then, if you need other data just tell me, okay? I’ll see you soon.” Jimin then walks away.

Taehyung drifts his attention to the binder. It looks like there are 3 suspects. They have been contacted by Ji Seok for at least ten times in the last 3 months before Ji Seok is caught. The First suspect is Byun Baekhyun, he went to the same college with Ji Seok, now working in a restaurant in the city. The contacts all happened in his restaurant, with no telephone trace. The second suspect is Park Chanyeol, he lived in the same neighborhood with Ji Seok. He now works as a journalist in a food magazine, last seen with Ji Seok at a work party. The last suspect is Jung Eunji, she has no connection with Ji Seok, but her credit card was used to buy a plane ticket to Hawaii.

His forehead furrows. There is still not enough data to capture them, which means they needed to go to the field to investigate. Another troublesome mission. But at least, he won’t be stuck in front of his computer.

It is the morning. You wake up lazily. You are not a morning person. Even though you have a job which requires you to go to work at 6 am for years, you still go to bed after midnight. You always have other activities that make you busy, either you watch movies or read books. Well, not books. You have been using Tumblr for almost 10 years now. That application has occupied your browser history for almost 10 years, and that is the only reason why people never get to see your phone, there are too many links to your favorite smut authors. There is no way people can see that. Basically it’s just like porn, but you always think that it is more than that. Smut is just full of artistic things too. You love how the author writes such a poetic description of humping with emotional touches which make you cry until 2 in the morning. Well, you did other stuff too besides crying. Let’s just say that not only your face is wet.

You take a quick shower before you go to work. You wrap your body in a towel and pick your clothes for today in the closet. You never go to work in classy clothes, usually, you just wear a t-shirt and jeans, you have to change into your kitchen clothes later after all. You wear your black t-shirt and your ripped jeans quickly, then after tying your hair into a messy bun, you grab your jacket and your purse on the couch. You should go now if you don’t want to be late, or getting scolded by Hani. You shudder in reflex.

It is still chilly in the morning. You keep thinking to yourself, why you hate morning so much when you love the morning weather and how empty the road is, like you own it. You yawn. Well, you hate the wake-up part in the morning. You hate to leave the comfort and the warmth of your blanket.

The walk from your apartment to your bakery is not that long. You are lucky to find such an affordable apartment in the middle of the city. It is small, but it is still livable and pretty. It is close to many things, like the market, train station, and even your bakery. It is a pity you don’t live with Hani. You were going to be Hani’s roommate when you first moved to the city, but now she lives with his boyfriend, Jackson. That’s why, when you first saw the ad of your apartment, you called it without any further thinking.

You arrive at the bakery as you sigh in relief for not seeing Hani’s head inside. Lucky to you, she won’t scold you for this morning. You unlock the door and go straight to your locker room to change your clothes. You then skillfully sweep, mop, and wash all the dishes. And after an hour, you begin to prepare your today’s bread. It’s just your usual menu in your bakery. While you are preparing the dough, your mind wanders, where the hell is Hani?

It’s almost 9 am, and you still can’t find Hani anywhere. You wanted to call her, but as clumsy as you are, you left your phone in your apartment. So you just hope that Hani is fine but her ass will not because you are gonna kick her ass for letting you prepare the bread alone. You sigh as you walk to the front door to turn the sign to ‘Open’.

It has always been a hectic morning for two people to make, display the bread, and handle the customers. And now you are the only one here. It is basically like a war. You still feel lucky, to have people loving your bread. But after 2 hours of working alone, you are admitting defeat. You change the sign on the door to ‘Still baking’ and run to the kitchen to bake some more. It is the only thing you could think of right now. All the bread this morning has already sold out, after all. You are never a multi-tasking girl. So it seems fair for you to work in this type of situation or you will go insane.

Your next batch of bread is already in the oven, and you finally can take a breather. You look at your clock on the wall, it’s almost noon, and Hani is still nowhere to be seen. You begin to worry, but it’s not like you can leave the bakery alone. Then the bell on the door rings. You almost run to the front to yell at Hani for coming so late, but instead Hani, it is a guy.

It’s a guy from yesterday.

He wears a different suit from yesterday, now he is wearing a navy one. His curly hair falls on his forehead smoothly, framing his frowning brows. “Are you close or something?” he asks after he observes your display area.

“My friend is a little late, so I work alone right now.” You give a half-smile, a business one. “If you do mind, you can come back for an hour for the bread. Can’t you see the sign on the door?”

He turns his sculpted face to the door, “Oh, right. Sorry.” He then walks to the seating area, “Can I wait here?”

You bite your lip. But before you say anything to him to forbid him, your alarm in the kitchen rings. You snarl and walk back to the kitchen. “Your call.” You begin to pick your bread and put it to the cooling rack. You then put the already cool one to the plastic back to put it on the display later. Your eyes leer to the guy sitting casually in the seating area in front of the cashier. The presence of a man close to you is kind of uncomfortable.

Taehyung looks at you from the kitchen window. It is a big glass window to show what’s going on inside the kitchen. And that noon, the window lives to its purpose, he can see what you are doing inside. He can see how uncomfortable you are. How you fidget every time you have nothing on your hand. How your eyes sometimes leer at him. It is his ability to know body language, he is an agent, after all. He knows that you are nervous.

Since you told him that all men are trash yesterday, he still thinks of you as a weird girl. Somehow he is drawn to you. At first, he thought it was just a joke or a prank, but seeing how awkward you are when you see him, he realizes that you do hate men. And he thinks it’s really adorable.

You then go out from the kitchen with a pan of freshly baked bread and walk to the display. You put them neatly, quietly, trying not to mind him, while mentally praying for Hani to come sooner.

“Wow, you really do hate men, don’t you?” He asks abruptly.

His deep voice startled you. Your empty pan falls to the ground as the impact, making a loud noise in the room. You then give him a dirty look. “Pardon?”

He walks to the display area, casually observing the bread. He then takes a piece of bread. “I thought it just a joke when you said all men are trash.” He walks back to his chair, opens the plastic, and bite the bread.

You raise one of your eyebrows. “So?” You ask without batting an eye.

“Nothing. Just find it amusing.”

You walk to the chair in front of him and pull it. You sit there facing him. “You have a problem with that?”

“No.” Taehyung throws his last bite to his mouth and chews it quickly. He inches forward to your face. “Let me guess. Hm.. You got dumped, didn’t you?”

You widen your eyes. “No, I didn’t! I was the one who dumped him!” You put your hand on your mouth. What the hell are you doing telling strangers that?

He hums and folds his arms across his chest. “Okay, let me try again.” He studies you for a bit. “Your boyfriend cheated on you with your friend?”

Your jaw drops and you can feel a flush crept on your face. “How do you know?” You ask in a shock.

He smirks and shrugs confidently. “I am just that good you know.” He chuckles. “Actually no, I just guessed it.”

Just when you wanted to reply to him, the door opened harshly. And there you find your best friend rushing towards you. “Oh my God, Y/N! I am sorry.”

You observe her from the top to her feet, well, she seems fine. That’s the important thing. You sigh. “Where have you been?”

“Jackson got sick so I took him to the hospital. I have been calling you for a hundred times, where is your phone?” Hani asks. You can see her face is bare, she didn’t even draw her eyebrows.

“I left it at home. Is Jackson okay?”

Hani takes off his jacket and rolls her sleeves. “Yeah, just a little infection, he will be fine.” She looks around the bakery. “I can’t believe you open this yourself, I feel terrible.”

You wave your hands. “It’s okay. But I think we should hire a part-timer. It has been a hell for me.”

She rubs her chin. “Yes, I think it is time for us to have a helper.” Hani then looks to the side to find a man there. “I am sorry. Am I interrupting something?” She smiles.

Taehyung smiles back and laughs. “Not really. We just discussed about her hatred of men. I got free bread for guessing the reason right!”

“It’s not free-“

You are interrupted by Hani’s laughter. “It is ridiculous, right? I talked to her all the time that not all men are like that.” Her voice then quieten. “I even told her to find a palate cleanser, you know. And, this is a lil bit TMI. But actually, it’s the reason why we use that name for our bakery.”

Palate cleanser. Taehyung then remembers what Jimin said to him yesterday. And an idea comes to his head.

You push Hani’s back to the locker room. “Alright, alright. Just go change already.” She follows your instruction as she waves to Taehyung.

Taehyung looks at his watch and then gathers his stuff and rises from his chair. He walks towards you and he holds out his hand to you. “I am Taehyung.”

You take his hand after many considerations. “Y/N.”

Taehyung smiles. He then takes his wallet out from his pocket and pulls out a card. A black name card. “This is my number. If you are interested in the palate cleanser thing,” he then forcefully puts the name card on your hand, “please give me a call.” He winks and Taehyung walks away to the door, leaving you speechless on the spot.

You are stunned, seeing the card on your hand. After a few seconds, you realize. You ran outside to catch him. “Hey, you haven’t paid!” but Taehyung has vanished in the crowded road.

“Finally!” Jimin yells. All of the 5 members gather in the meeting room, with Jin in the middle. It’s already 15 minutes past the meeting time. Taehyung walks faster and sits beside his friend.

Jin sighs, “I swear to God, if you are late one more time, I will kick your ass in the practice room.” He shifts his eye to Jungkook beside him. “Actually, I will ask Jungkook to do it.”

Taehyung being such a brat, like he always does, shrugs. “Fine. I am sorry. Please continue the meeting.”

Jin pouts and rolls his eyes. “What I am saying is, we need to gather as many pieces of information from the 3 suspects and they should know nothing. The Black is still an influential organization. We must be careful not to attract any attention.”

Hoseok raises his hand. “But actually, haven’t we attracted the attention already by capturing the leader in Hawaii?”

“That’s true. But most of the new members seem to be a rookie in this field, they haven’t been that loyal to him. For short, they are terrified. They will do whatever they take to throw all of the evidence that shows they’re in the organization right away. That’s why it’s our chance to dig a little deeper.” Jin continues.

“So what is the plan?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi rises from his seat and connects his laptop. He then shows all of the suspect’s profiles. “Jin and I already talked to our boss. We think that we should divide ourselves into groups to tail them.”

“So, Jimin and Yoongi will investigate Jung Eunji. Taehyung and Hoseok will investigate Park Chanyeol, and the last, Jungkook and I will investigate Byun Baekhyun.” Jin folds his hands across his chest. “You will be needed to submit your report every single day at 00.00. Just tailing, no harsh approaches. If they suspect something, you will retreat and report to me. We don’t need another attraction. Are we clear?”

All of the members nod and rise from their seats as Jin dismisses them. Taehyung walks to Hoseok. “So do we get a stake-out van?”

It is almost midnight but you still can’t fall asleep. You move your body anxiously on the bed, trying to get comfortable. Finally, you surrender. You pick your phone, scrolling on Tumblr. It is a bad idea actually. You always think that reading some stories will make you go to sleep, but instead, you feel excited and end up reading fifteen chapters of 10k stories. But tonight, you can’t find other stories to read.

You sigh. Your mind begins to wander. And suddenly Taehyung pops out in your mind. A palate cleanser, huh? It is tempting actually. He looks nice. Well, nice doesn’t do justice to him. You have never found a guy as handsome as him. It really makes nonsense to you. His beauty is beyond words. And to have such a guy to offer you such service, you must be dreaming.

Or, is he a prostitute? That’s why he looks so ethereal!

You turn your headlamp on and walk to your purse, where you kept his name card. You look at it carefully on both sides. It is just a simple card, with simple ‘Kim Taehyung’ written in gold in the center, with his email and phone number under it and ‘The Company’ on the other side of the card. It seems too sophisticated for a prostitute’s agency, well, not that you ever got it though. Or is he like an exclusive prostitute?

Should I just text him? You sit on your couch. You input his number on your phone and hit the message button. What should I send? You tap your phone on your chin. You have never texted a guy since college. It is lame actually. Whenever you got a guy’s number, you always ignore it. But now, you just got the feeling that you can ignore Taehyung.

You walk to your pantry, pouring a glass of wine, and bring the bottle to the couch. You begin to type.

To Taehyung: Hey...

You knit your eyebrows, what are you? A high schooler? You can do better than this. You delete and begin typing again. You gulp the wine in one shot and pour another glass.

To Taehyung: Dear, Kim Taehyung. I was happy to receive your number and I hope to see you again.

Are you his business partner? Damn, woman. Just type casually. You drink your wine again. Typing and deleting, and drinking. For several hours. Until you fell asleep on the couch with the phone on your hand.

And just like the safety slogan on the road, ‘Don’t Drink and Drive’. You need a new one.

‘Don’t drink and type’

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Stay With Me (2)

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes had never looked at himself as a family guy. He never even thought of it until she came around, flipping his world inside out. Bucky likes trouble and this girl? Well, she seems to invite chaos to dinner.

Pairing: Mob! Bucky Barnes x OC! Alex Grant

Chapter Word Count: 1898

Chapter Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, actual violence (one little hit, nothing big)

A/N: This is an OC story but I try to make them with the least amount of physical description as necessary. The pronouns used are feminine for the character.

“Hey, Alex- you’ve got another package on the front porch.” Wanda announced, walking through the door with Peter and Pietro in tow. The woman groaned, pressing her head to the kitchen island countertop.

“Again?” Alex asked, she looked over to Peter. “It’s the third time in two weeks- are you telling your boss the supplies we need?” Peter’s eyes widened and he shook his head. For the past two weeks, three unmarked packages arrived on Alex’s doorstep. The first just had some essentials for wood working- stain, paint, putty, a couple of new carving knives. The second had been similar- then she read back over a receipt as she was balancing her cheque book, noting the exact same products were present in the boxes. She could only imagine what was in the next one.

And she absolutely refused to change hardware stores- the workers were always so kind to her and the youth that typically dropped by- most of them attending the annual auctions to show support. More than once, they banded together and presented the group with a donation- which prompted Alex to make holiday cookies for the store employees every year. So, no- she would not give up on her family simply because of one idiotic, stupid rich criminal, who seemed hell bent on forcing his way into her life.

“What makes you think they’re from Bucky?” He asked, snatching a drink from her fridge. Pietro grunted, jumping up and sitting on the island, leaning over to Alex.

“If he’s giving you free shit, I wouldn’t complain.” He commented, tugging at her hair gently. Alex looked up, cocking an eyebrow at the teen. “Wring that fucker dry.”

“Pietro.” Wanda scolded, slapping her brother’s arm. “I don’t blame you, Alex. He’s a shady character, with even shadier money.”

“Okay, why are two teens giving me advice, right now? Shouldn’t you be... I don’t know, cleaning your rooms or something?” She snipped, pushing Pietro off the countertop. “People eat here, get your ass off.”

“I’m serious, Alex.” Pietro stopped her, gazing at her. She stopped pushing, meeting his electric blue eyes. “It would help with some of the expenses here. You know that.”

“We aren’t broke. You are, dickhead.” Alex shoved him down the hallway. “Now go- I need laundry in five minutes or your ass is grass.”

Wanda laughed, following her brother down the hallway. The two had been orphaned kids when Alex found them. They were on the streets, trying to survive. Pietro had been caught stealing from a grocery store, Alex stepped in and apologized for his behavior. The, at the time, nine year old played along and then told Alex their situation. She immediately offered them a place in her home. Pietro had accepted, trusting her fully. Wanda had been suspicious but eventually warmed up to her. They’d lived together for six years, the teens would have their sixteenth birthday in a few months. Every time Pietro or Wanda offered to help out and get a job, she turned them down.

“I make plenty of money at the hospital. You’re only kids now, enjoy your time as kids.” She’d tell them.

“They’re right, you know.” Peter supplied, tossing his backpack to the floor. “He may make dirty money but he has plenty of it. If he’s blowing it on you- what’s the problem?” Alex scoffed, swallowing her last bite of cookie.

“The problem is that you don’t live here, Pete. Why are you always here?” She passed the last of the dessert over to Peter.

“Aunt May is working night shift again and I told her I would stay with you so she wouldn’t worry.” He explained, trying to talk around a mouthful of cookie. He swallowed, taking another swig of his drink. “Plus, Pietro and I have a science report due tomorrow and we haven’t started it yet.” Alex took a deep, calming breath, closing her eyes.

“That’s great, Peter. But I’m also working night shift this week. So, you’ll be here by yourselves.” Alex stood up, stretching her back out. “Don’t burn my house down.”

“Sure thing.” He beamed at her, a chuckle falling from her lips as she started up the stairs.

Alex quickly got dressed for work, pulling on her scrubs. She made sure she had her ID badge, clipping it to her pocket. She then stopped by Pietro and Wanda’s rooms to double check if the clothes were picked up. On her way down the stairs, she heard quiet whispering from the teens.

“- what’s the harm in a date with the guy?” Pietro asked. Wanda sighed, Alex could almost picture her pressing her fingers to her temples in annoyance.

“So what she doesn’t want to date anyone? Just let it go, Pietro. And no one said anything about her dating Bucky, Peter just said that he has an interest in her. And sending random gifts isn’t gonna win that woman over, trust me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, do you know something?” Peter asked. Alex stopped on the steps, curious to hear what Wanda was going to spill to the group.

“Well... here’s the thing. In the back of Alex’s closet, there’s a-“ Wanda stopped, turning around and greeting Alex with a sheepish grin. “Oh, hi Alex.”

“Kids...” she narrowed her eyes, skirting around the group and going into the laundry room. There was a pause before three pairs of feet scurried after her.

“Can we order pizza tonight?” Pietro batted his eyelashes at her, giving his signature pouting smile. She returned the smile, mocking him.

“Pizza in the freezer. And stop going into my closet, Wanda.”

“In my defense, you told me I could borrow that top a few weeks ago and it fell off the hanger. So, was I really in your closet?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. Alex cocked an eyebrow and continued the laundry.

“What would you do, if hypothetically Mr. Barnes was like really interested in you?” Peter asked her, leaning over the washing machine.

“Peter.” She sighed. “I’m not dating your boss. End of story.” She started the machine before turning to Wanda. “Pizza’s in the freezer, keep an eye on it while it’s baking. Don’t let strangers into the house and keep an eye on your brother and Peter. Keep the laundry going and don’t work with any of the auction stuff until I get home. I don’t want any of you showing up at the hospital, wounded. Got it?”

Wanda nodded, repeating everything back to her. Alex grabbed her phone and keys, tucking them into her pockets. She hugged Wanda goodbye, ruffling Pietro‘s hair, before going out. She passed by the large box on the porch, groaning. She pushed it over to the edge of the porch, kicking it for good measure. Then, she got into her car and started to the hospital.

~~~~~~

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Bucky.” Steve advised, crossing his arms. He’d been slightly pissed all day, as soon as Bucky told him of the plan. Sam laughed, watching the buildings out of the window. Bucky groaned, throwing his head back onto the headrest.

“I’m just gonna ask if she got the deliveries. That’s it. No flirting, no banter, nothing. Zilch. Just a question.” Bucky reviewed, once again.

“But in practice, the deliveries are flirting tactics.” Steve pointed out, rolling his eyes. “She threatened to shoot you if you came back, Bucky. Leave it alone.”

“What’s the matter with you?” Bucky griped, cutting his eyes over to Steve. “You never give me shit for anything- girls in clubs, you’ve seen me beat guys senseless, shoot people, more questionable things than being interested in a woman.”

“She’s a woman who has her life together, man. Don’t pull her into this life.” Steve sighed, causing Bucky to shut his mouth. The SUV pulled to a stop in front of the house. Bucky unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out, slamming the door behind him. He jaunted up the steps and rapped his knuckles against the door. When it opened, he saw a teenaged boy with bleach white hair behind it.

“Can I help you?” He asked. He didn’t let the door open further than his shoulders. It was excusable. A strange, tattooed man at seven thirty standing on the porch of a woman who threatened to kill him. Bucky flashed a bright smile.

“Is Alex around, kid?” He asked, glancing over and spying the box still sitting unopened on the porch. “Ah... she hasn’t opened them?”

“You’re Bucky Barnes?” He asked, ticking an eyebrow up. Bucky nodded, reaching a hand out to shake hands. Pietro didn’t reciprocate, keeping the door tucked to him. Alex trained these kids well. “Well, thanks for the shit but Alex said she didn’t really want it.”

“Pietro, you left the oven-“ A girl with red hair stopped in her tracks. “What’s going on?”

“This is Barnes.” Pietro looked back at her.

“Oh, hi, Mr. Barnes!” Peter peeked his head around Pietro, opening the door wider. Pietro grumbled something but stood back a little to accommodate for the other boy. “What are you doing here?” Bucky silently sent a thanks to any deity currently listening in. Peter he could work with, the other two kids weren’t gonna give him the time of day. Much like Alex.

“Alex around?” He asked, trying to peek into the house further. Pietro shifted, blocking his view. He crossed his arms, scowling at the bulky mass of a man standing on their porch.

“No- she’s at work-“

“Peter!” The girl hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth. “Shut up!” She turned to Bucky again. “Listen, mister, we don’t want your gifts or you loitering on our porch. We’ve found Jesus, don’t need your depression pamphlet, and we don’t want any of your fucking cookies. Our mom doesn’t condone talking to strangers. Good day, sir.” She slammed the door in his face, the audible sound of several locks clicking.

“Wanda- what the fuck! He could kill you, you know that right?” One of the boys shrilled on the opposite side of the door. Bucky stood in shock- mom? Alex definitely did not look old enough to have two fifteen year olds.

“Oh please, as if. That’ll look real good to Alex, wouldn’t it? He won’t touch either of us.”

Bucky turned and jogged down the steps back to the car. When he opened the door, Sam was doubled over, laughing so hard he was crying. Steve was watching with a ‘I told you so’ smile.

“Alright, you’ve had your laughs.” He grumbled. Shoving his way into the car. Sam snickered, straightening up and looking over at the man.

“That little girl kicked your ass!” He burst out laughing again, pounding his fist on his knee. Bucky mimicked Sam’s words mockingly as he began a search on his phone.

“Whatever.” He breathed out, looking up to the driver. “Saint Quincy’s Hospital, Davis.” The driver nodded, starting the car.

“Why are we going to a hospital?” Steve asked, mirth in his voice. Sam began wiping the laughter from his face, sniffling. Bucky turned to Steve, unbuckling his seat belt.

“Punch me in the face.” He instructed, unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt. Steve raised an eyebrow, cocking his head. Sam turned, serious again.

“Now, wait a minute-“ Sam was interrupted by Steve throwing a punch directly into Bucky’s nose. Bucky doubled over, holding his now bleeding nose. His eyes watered, stomach rolling.

“Shit!”

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A Matching Set (Caryl Post Season 10 One Shot + Grimes babies + Lydia and some Aaron).

Just a little tooth-rotting fluff I found on my hard drive half finished.  Kinda, sorta Christmas fic but not.  Read it.  You’ll see.  Sorry not sorry.  

“Play lots of Tetris as a kid?”  

 The mountain man beard does precious little to hide Aaron’s brief grin as he waits for Daryl to add more to that blurted, out of the blue question.  

 Daryl doesn’t blame him.  They ain’t talked a lick since they set off beyond Alexandria’s gates with a wobbly ass wheelbarrow and an ax in dire need of sharpening.  Once or twice, Aaron’s hummed a few notes of a couple vaguely familiar Christmas tunes, but other than that?  Radio silence.  Surprise or not, however, he figures the question’s pretty on point.  Especially considering their current means of passing the dwindling daylight hours.  “So.  Did ya?” he asks again, blue eyes averted and squinting as they search out any signs of potential danger, human or otherwise. Nothing’s there.  Hasn’t been since they took the head of the last Whisperer snake, but old habits?  They die hard.  And if they’ve kept his heart beating this long, he’s not looking to abandon them. ‘Sides.  If there were anything out there, he has no doubts Dog would be the first to alert them.  Provided, of course, he wakes his lazy ass up in time.      

 Rising and carefully slotting the last piece of tinder into place atop their firewood pyramid, Aaron lets his own eyes flit over the gray horizon.  “See anything?”  Soon as Daryl shakes his head, he allows his shoulders to relax.  Then he laughs to himself quietly.  “As a matter of fact, I did play.  You?”  

 Breath whining past his chapped lips, Daryl doesn’t respond.  He’s too focused on heaving the wheelbarrow out of the mud that’s caked around its wheels, his boots, even the abandoned ax.  Loaded down as it is, shit’s definitely heavier than it looks, and he gives up, at least momentarily.  “That the last of it?”  

 Aaron nods, bending to reclaim the ax.  “That’s the last of it.”  Daryl’s muttered thank fuck has his eyes crinkling in a way they haven’t in ages, at least not in the presence of anybody but Gracie.  “Need a little help?”  

 It takes the both of them working together to get the wheelbarrow out of the rut and bumping along the path home.  They’ve been walking a while, Dog trotting on ahead, before Daryl picks the dangling thread of conversation back up.  “Played,” he admits.  “Hell else was detention good for?”  

 “Homework,” Aaron quips.  

 “Pfft.  Bet your ass was the permanent hall monitor.”

 “You’re looking at a Hall of Famer.”  

 Daryl simply smirks.  

 “Ah, the Daryl Dixon approximation of a belly laugh.  I’m breathing rarified air.”  When his teasing is merely taken in stride, his steps start to slow and he regards Daryl with something akin to wonder.  Dog even turns back to stare.  

 Feeling his friend’s eyes boring a hole in him, Daryl mutters, “Hell you staring at? Wanna trade places?”  

 Aaron takes but a second to consider the offer.  “I think I’ll pass.”  

 “No shit. Figured you’d say…”  

 “Carol prefers you.”  

    ---

 The sky’s bleached of any color by the time Daryl’s finally headed home.  The streets of Alexandria empty.  

 No wonder because there’s a storm blowing in.  First one in what promises to be a long winter season.  At least according to their self-appointed weather man Eugene.

 Personally? Daryl thinks it’s all some grade A bullshit.  Pouring over half a dozen dusty old Farmers’ Almanacs like they hold the answers. Plotting random patterns and pieces of data on time-yellowed paper in chicken scratch that would have put Merle’s own to shame.  He doesn’t need or believe any of it because he can feel it in his aging bones like some kind of wizened old wizard.  Course, it doesn’t take much these days to make old hurts echo.  And the cold he’s feeling now?  It chills his blood.  Makes him ache and wish to high hell he’d worn the ridiculous hat Carol had tried to shove down over his ears this afternoon before he and Aaron had left out. Embarrassing piece of yarn might have come in handy filtering out the hollow, haunted whistle of the wind, but damn if he was going to sacrifice his dignity like that.  Wearing a whole-ass pom-pom on top of his head.  A rainbow one at that.  Nah.  Weren’t all that long a walk from Aaron’s.  “Almost there,” he reminds himself.  “Almost.”      

 Dog’s got a little extra giddy-up in his step as he trots ahead.  

 The mutt looks back and whines as if to tell Daryl hurry and Daryl can’t help but huff something resembling a laugh as he reshuffles the load of firewood stacked clear to his chin to get a better grip.  His breath fogs in front of him like thick, odorless cigarette smoke and shit.  His fingers might be halfway numb, but they twitch reflexively for the vice he hasn’t allowed himself to indulge in months.  Shaking his head, he includes Dog when he grumbles.  “Getting soft.”  

 Dog hangs back and stares him down as if to say speak for yourself.  

 “Ain’t the only one,” Daryl generously allows when a particularly biting gust of wind swirls around them both.  It lifts his hair from his forehead and makes his eyes sting.  Has him hunching his shoulders clear to his ears as if that’d do him any good, and he finds himself hurrying just as much as the little fucker that finally abandons him, home within his sights.  “Ain’t the only one.”  

    He sheds his muddy boots just inside the kitchen door and tries to make a grab for Dog before he runs off, he really does, but the damn animal’s too squirrely.  Too excited to see his kids.  To see his girl.  Daryl can relate.  

 “Ten minutes later and we were going to send out a search party.”  

 The soft lilt of her voice brings a smile to his mouth before he’s even seen her.  “Promised I’d be back.”  All the leftover tension from the trek back through the woods melts away beneath her gentle touch and he leans his head back against her chest with a sigh.  

 “I know that,” she murmurs fondly.  “Judith knows that.  RJ too.”

 “Lydia?”

 “She worries. It’s sweet.”  

 What’s even sweeter is the feel of her hands in his hair, her nails tickling his scalp, and the smile he feels curve against his cheek before her lips leave a kiss there. “C’mere.”  

 She’s straddling his lap, arms hooked around his shoulders, and nose nestled against his own before he can ask her twice.  

 Daryl cups her head and coaxes her closer, her hair slipping like silk between his fingers. He kisses her until they both sigh.

 “Miss me, Mr. Crossbow?”

 Her smile fills his heart and works a lump into his throat.  “Always.  Know that.”

 She traces the bridge of his nose, the line of his jaw, the curve of his ear, and pouts. “Your ears are cold.”  

 “Should have worn the fucking hat.”  

 “I’m not one to say I told you so, but…”  

 “Pfft.”  

 “You really should have worn the fucking hat.  I mean, look at me.  Really look at me.  This isn’t the time or place for vanity,” she teases.    

 “That’s the ugliest sweater I’ve ever seen.”  She giggles like a girl.  Like Judith. Like Lydia when she doesn’t think anybody’s watching.  And he’ll tell her a thousand times the sweater is ugly just to hear that sound again, even though she’s still the prettiest thing he ever did see.  “The ugliest damn sweater.”  

 “The ugliest.  I left yours upstairs at the foot of the bed.”  

 “Carol.”  

 “They’re a matching set.”  

   ---

 The logs are crackling in the fireplace when he comes back downstairs and joins them.  

 RJ and Judith have their heads together nearby, talking in whispers and giggles.  Both of them seemingly transfixed by the orange sparks that float and flicker like fireflies against a midnight sky.  

 Lydia’s got a book and Dog in her lap and a blanket tucked around her toes.  A soft, hesitant smile plays upon her lips when she spies him, and she’s quick to bury her nose back in her book before it can visibly stretch from ear to ear.  

 “Stahp,” he gives a preemptive grumble when Carol glances up from mending his raggedy ass pants and her sassy mouth starts to twitch.  “Woman,” he warns with an accusatory finger when the first laugh sputters free. “If I didn’t know better…”  

 “Is Aunt Carol in trouble?” RJ asks his big sister.  

 Judith’s smile is soft and knowing even at her tender age.  “Not really.”  

 “They gonna kiss again?”

 Lydia does the answering this time.  “Probably.”

 “Did the Brave Man kiss Mama all the time too?”  

 “He did,” Judith answers wistfully.  

 “Why?”  

 “It’s what two people that love each other do.”  

 The dancing twinkle in Carol’s blue eyes softens into something else altogether, something that although it makes Daryl’s cheeks flush pink in the glimmering firelight, he brings her hand to his mouth and presses the imprint of his smile to her palm.  “Hear that?”  

 “Ain’t telling me nothing I don’t know, Sweetheart.  Now ‘bout this ugly ass sweater…”  

 “Nobody else could pull it off as well as you do, Pookie.  Nobody.”  

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The Good Old Days Chapter Twelve:  What Happened to Your Face?

A/N:  Hi, friends!  Here we are.  Another week.  After last week’s hard chapter, how about a nicer one?  Kind of.  I mean, it gets violent.  If you didn’t get that from last week’s, then you don’t understand how things work around here.

I hated myself for what I was about to do. I just watched the aftermath of what this asshole did to Veronica and now, I had to go be his best buddy?  I didn’t like it.  This prick didn’t deserve my mercy.  He didn’t deserve Veronica’s body.  He didn’t deserve to be in Vanessa’s worried thoughts.  He sure as fuck didn’t deserve my friendship.  Real or otherwise.  I hope to hell the Old Man had a plan.  Because the water in our building doesn’t get hot enough to scrub this clean.

 “Hey!” I waved him down.

 “Hey…” Cabrón blew me off, “Hey, aren’t you the guy with the prude little sister?”

 “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call her a prude,” I kept my touchy temper in check, “But I actually wanted to talk to you about that.  Look, man…No hard feelings?”

 “No hard feelings?” he scoffed, “Really?”

 “No hard feelings.” I’m under strict orders not to kill you and that’s getting more and more difficult as this conversation goes on, “You know what?  As a sign of my good faith, let me buy you a drink to bury the hatchet. I know this place.  Real hush, hush.  Real underground.  The booze is top shelf.  The girls are gorgeous.  They’re definitely better than my sister.  Best hidden gem in the city.”

 The guy held his skepticism.  Rightfully so.  I was about to bring his sorry, pathetic ass to the Narrows, “Alright!  Thanks man.  We should get a ride.  Do you have a ride?”

 “Yeah,” I flagged down the Old Man’s driver, “That’s not a problem.”

 This guy was either that drunk, that trusting, or that fucking stupid.  Either that or he wasn’t raised right.  Mama would’ve had my ass if I would’ve gotten into some random guy’s car like that.  Still…The ride back to the Narrows was nothing but this moron rambling about how he couldn’t stand his dad, but his dad’s girlfriend was hot, so he tolerated him. Count your blessings, dude.  Yours is still alive.  You got cognitive memories of yours.  I can’t say the same.  But I wasn’t going to tell this asshole my tragic backstory.  Although, when the driver pulled up to the warehouse, I started to feel more at ease.  Because I knew what was coming to this dick.

 “Come on,” I got out of the car, “It’s this way.”

 “Really?” he took a quick look around, “Isn’t this the Narrows?  I’ve only been here to buy coke.”

 “Don’t worry about it,” I shook him off, “I did say this was a hidden gem.”

 “Ok!” This guy would chase a balloon into traffic.  I had no doubt.  When I got him to the warehouse, he kept looking around, “Hey…You said there’d be more booze and more bitches.  I don’t see either one.”

 He really is a charmer, isn’t he?  Still, I kept my cool, “Hang on a sec.  It’s a one-on-one kind of thing.  She’ll bring you a drink, give you a lap dance, the whole fucking nine.  I just need to go get her.”

 “Alright!” Just when I think I can’t hate the guy enough, he out assholes himself.  Honestly, I’m impressed, but I also wanted his head on a pike.

 Again, strict orders from the Old Man to not kill him.  I’m sure if I broke said orders, I’d be a little more than just out on my ass.  I went to the bar on the corner and knocked on the office door, “Hey, Old Man?”

 “Hi, Frankie,” the Old Man got up from his desk, “Is he here?”

 “Yeah.”

 “Unscathed?”

 “Miraculously.”

 “Good,” he threw an arm around my shoulders, “You really are a good kid, Frankie.  Pure of heart.  I like that about you.  And I know it took great restraint on your part not beating the fuck out of this piece of shit.  I’m proud of you.”

 “Thanks, Old Man.” It did my heart good when I did him proud.  I don’t know why, but it got to me.”

 “And that restraint,” he held the door for me, “should be rewarded, don’t you think?”

 “That’s up to you, boss.”

 “That’s what I like to hear,” the Old Man and I went back to the warehouse, “So, Frankie…Care to do the honors?”

 “The honors of what?” He’s not asking me what I think he is.  I couldn’t get that lucky.

 “I know you want to beat the shit out of him,” he insisted, “If someone hurt my girl’s little sister like that, I’d want to knock his dick in the fucking dirt, too.  Besides, I want to see you go all out on a mother fucker. You’re quiet, seething rage.  I want to see what happens when you cut the wrong wire on that timebomb.  Call me selfish.”

 “Really?” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit too excited about this.

 “Hold on,” the Old Man settled me, “I see you’re all full of piss and vinegar, kid, but let me have a word with him real quick.  We’ll see if we can sort this out with our words first.”

 “Seriously?” The Old Man was being way too sweet to this guy.  

 “Na,” he giggled to himself, “I just want to fuck with him before I cut the red wire instead of the blue one.”

 “Ok.” Now that sounded like the Old Man I knew and loved.  I didn’t care.  As long as I got a few swings on him, I was in.  

 “Hi there,” the Old Man walked into the main room of the warehouse.

 “If the next person in this room doesn’t have scotch and titties busting out of her shirt,” the dick groaned, “I’m leaving.”

 “No, you’re not, junior,” the Old Man made sure he stayed there.

 “Who the fuck do you think you’re calling junior?”

 “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” And the Old Man said I was quiet, seething rage. Looks like I’m not the only one. He got a little closer, studying every detail of this prick’s face, “Hold on…Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

 “I’ve never met you before, man,” Asshole twitched, “All I know is that there was this guy saying we were getting a drink and his bitch sister was being a tease.”

 “His what?” the Old Man growled, grabbing a fistful of this guy’s hair, “You want to repeat that?”

 “She…” he whimpered, “She was…a fucking…tease.”

 “So,” the Old Man let him go, “You’re the one I heard all about.  You like to fuck with little girls just trying to have a good time, huh?”

 “I would’ve shown her a good time…”

 “I’m sure you would, sport,” the Old Man rolled his eyes, “But I don’t think she’s much for chemicals. Frankie, am I right?”

 “It’s happened before,” I told him, “I don’t know if it was this guy, but it has happened before.”

 “And how is she doing? She alright?”

 “She’s in bed,” I reported, “I took care of her for the most part.  Her sister had a little hand in it, too, but we had it covered.”

 “That’s awfully nice of you,” the Old Man awed.  His demeanors gave me whiplash, “And what about her sister?  The older one.  How’s she doing?  It’s not every day you get the phone call that your youngest sister just got roofied and now, she’s rolling.”

 “She took it surprisingly well,” I never ever wanted to put Vanessa in that position ever again.  She didn’t deserve that.

 “It’s unfortunate it had to happen in the first place,” the Old Man sighed out.  But at the drop of a hat, his voice had a singsong lilt to it again, “So!  That brings me to you.  Because I’m pretty sure you were the one behind it, weren’t you?”

 “I just bought her a drink,” the cocky prick got in the Old Man’s face.  Big mistake, “You can’t prove anything.  And if I seem familiar, you know damn well I’d be able to walk out of any courtroom, smelling like a fucking rose.”

 “That’s your own business,” the Old Man turned back to me, “See, that’s the thing about being me. And about all the people I have working for me.  I know what you come from, but I don’t care.  Where you come from doesn’t have any jurisdiction over me.  Because they trust what I do.  And if that means letting my new favorite loose cannon bat you around for a while, then they know you brought it on yourself.  I mean…Unless you wanted to do something like tell me where you got the junk in the first place.”

 “You’re bluffing.”

 “Am I?” the Old Man smirked, “Because I don’t think I am.  Do you want me to get your daddy on the phone and tell him his piece of shit son tried date raping a girl tonight?”

 “You couldn’t prove it was me.”

 “You’d be amazed at how many people are in my network.” The more I hated the son of a bitch that hurt Veronica tonight, the more I started to love the Old Man.  Watching him fuck with this guy was better than Telemundo, “All it would take is one loyal dealer and I’d be able to find out within the hour. Now, either you tell me or I make a phone call.  I know you want to come off like you got the big, swinging dick here, but you don’t. Because from where I’m standing, I’d be able to mushroom stamp your ass into next week.”

 “Cliff Strickland,” he sang like a fucking canary in a coal mine.  Why am I not surprised?  I wouldn’t trust this guy with a bucket of water if we were in the ocean, “His name is Cliff Strickland.  He works…”

 “42nd Street,” the Old Man nodded, “Yeah.  I know Cliff. I know Cliff real well.  Alright, kid.  You’re free to do what you want.”

 “Thank you…” he did all but lick the Old Man’s boots

 “Get up,” the Old Man snapped, “I wasn’t talking to you.”

 “He was talking to me,” I knew better.

 “That is,” he nudged me, “If you’re still all fired up.”

 “Damn right, I am,” I nodded.

 “Here’s now this is going to go down,” the Old Man kept his voice down, “I’m going to step outside for about ten minutes.  While I’m gone, whatever happens, happens.  When I come back, I want someone to have to scrape this asshole off the floor, got it?”

 “If there’s anything left to him.”

 “Atta boy, kid,” he nudged me forward, “Go on.  Go play nice.”

 “Sorry, boss,” I shook my head, “I’m not giving him nice.”

 “There you go again,” the Old Man gave me a little swat to the shoulder, “Telling me what I want to hear. If you’re not careful, Frankie, I may end up promoting you one day.”

 “Thanks, Old Man.” It’s not that I didn’t appreciate the sentiment.  It’s just that I needed to go beat a mother fucker.  Can’t do that when I’m all warm and fuzzy inside.

 Without any further hesitation, my fist went straight into this asshole’s jaw.  And something in that first punch felt so strangely satisfying.  It’s like everything that happened tonight was laser focused in that punch and if I didn’t bust a tooth, I didn’t do it right. But that means I get to try it again, right?  Although, I was a bit caught by surprise when this fucker had some fight in him. Granted, it’s all booze muscle and if it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have made a connection with me.  Once I blinked the spots out of my eyes, I jumped on top of the asshole and started beating the ever-living fuck out of him. The Old Man did say to play nice. And by playing nice, I thought about giving him a mercy killing, but he passed out before I could.  Whether it was from me beating him or the alcohol in his system, I don’t know.  All I knew was that my head was killing me and I had a not so pleasant conversation to have with Mama later.  

 “So?” the Old Man walked in and got an eyeful at the broken, battered, and bruised asshole bleeding on the floor, “All in all?  Good playdate?”

 “He’s done,” I caught my breath.

 “Good,” he put a hand to my shoulder, “Go home, kid.  You’ve done enough today.”

 “What?” I stopped him, “Old Man, I got two more collection spots to hit up.”

 “Don’t worry about it,” the Old Man brushed me off, “Don’t get me wrong, Frankie.  I love the enthusiasm, but you’ve done plenty for me tonight.  You can grab them tomorrow.  It’s fine.”

 “Ok…” Who was I to argue? But it got me thinking, “Hey, Old Man…You said you knew who that kid was.”

 “Don’t worry about it, Frankie,” he assured me, “You’re alright.  If this ever gets brought up to a higher place, we’re taken care of. Like I told the little shit, the only one who’s got jurisdiction here is me and anyone I deem necessary.  Which is the umbrella you fall under.  You got nothing to worry about.  Just go home.  Lay low for the rest of the night.  Come back tomorrow bright eyed and bushy tailed, ok?”

 “Ok,” I nodded, “Thanks, Old Man.”

 “Get out of here,” he shoved me off, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 Aspirin and a quick shot of tequila and I’d be alright.  Fuck that guy.  Whoever he is.  I hope the Old Man was right about my protection.  I don’t need to be getting caught up in legal troubles.  I say as I clearly work for one of the top mafia bosses in the city.  Of course, I don’t need to be getting caught up in legal troubles.  But I couldn’t shake the way he was talking to the Old Man out of my head.  He had to come from affluence somehow.  I wasn’t sure where that affluence lies, but it can’t be good.  For now, I just wanted to go home.

 It was pretty late. I’m sure Mama’s home by now, but she doesn’t need to get caught up in this mess.  The more I can keep her out of this, the better.  When I walked in, our apartment was quiet.  That’s a good sign.  That means I get to go right to bed without any questions asked.  But then, on my way to our bedroom, I heard the water in the bathroom turning off.  Shit…And I thought I was here by myself.  Because I knew Tony and César weren’t getting off for another hour, it could only be one other person.

 “Francisco…?” Mama’s voice drifted through the air.

 “Si, Mama?” I wasn’t going to ignore her.  I knew better than that.  I’d pray for the Narrows a million times over before I’d take a beating from Mama.

 “Tu bien, cariño?” she worried.

 “I’m fine, Mama,” I was lying through my teeth, but again, she doesn’t need to get caught up in this, too, “Hard night at the office.  I’m just tired.”

 “Ok,” she wasn’t going to dig deeper.  And gracias a dios for that, “Buenos noches, Francisco…”

 “Buenos noches, Mama,” I kissed her cheek and headed to bed.  She had yet to turn the light on in the hallway, so it’s not like she’d be able to see anything.  However, when I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, that shit was rough. I didn’t think he got me that good. The bruising around my eye was already getting darker.  I quicky wiped the blood from my nose and crawled into bed, throwing a couple aspirin down my throat.  I’ll be alright.  As long as she doesn’t catch it.

 The next morning, I woke up to my brothers both still sleeping like babies.  So far, so good.  I didn’t have any blood on my pillowcase, so there’s another win right there. Now, all I had to do was hope to Christ that Mama’s already left for work.  However, I couldn’t get that lucky.  I heard the TV on in the living room and breakfast sizzling in the kitchen.  I knew it was coming.  Can I just get the Narrows?  Please?  It’d be so much easier.  

 Fortunately, she seemed pretty preoccupied with the stove.  She had milk boiling, so there’s no way she’s looking away from that. Alright.  I’m relatively in the clear, “Morning, Mama.”

 “Good morning, Francisco…” she chimed.  Ok. That did my soul good.  But once that milk was boiled, she noticed I was hiding my face from her.  And for a damn good reason, “Francisco…”

 “Si, Mama?” I hid behind the refrigerator door.  I was just looking for…I don’t know.  Something. Right now, an excuse to not show Mama the sins of last night.

 “Mírame,” she ordered. Fuck, I’m boned.

 I pretended like nothing happened.  And hopefully, she won’t overreact, “Que es, Mama?”

 “Qué diablos le pasó a tu cara?” Mama gasped.  Of course she wouldn’t overreact.  What was I thinking?  

 “It’s nothing, Mama,” I assured her as she reached up to my eye, “I just got into a little scrap last night.”

 “This isn’t a little scrap, Francisco!” she snapped, “This is definitely not a little scrap!  What happened?”

 “He had it coming,” I swore, taking her hand off my face, “Trust me.  He had it coming.”

 “Enough to put you like this?” Oh, yeah.  Mama’s pissed, “I don’t care how much he had it coming, Francisco.  You don’t need to be getting hurt!”

 “Mama…” I hardly spoke above a whisper, “He hurt Vanessa’s little sister Veronica.  I couldn’t let him get away with it.  He spiked her drink and I’m pretty sure he had all intentions of taking her home with him.  She’s practically a baby, Mama.  She’s only seventeen.  I just…I couldn’t let him get away with it.”

 And in that moment, Mama let it go.  I think she realized how bad last night fucked me up.  So did I.  Never did I ever think that when I saw that angel on the dance floor that night, I’d get attached to her family.  Any of them, really.  Granted, I still had yet to meet her parents and her other sister, but something tells me I didn’t need to.  I had Vanessa.  Then, a little shit decided to poke her nose into our potential love life and just like that, I had Veronica.  That’s all I needed.  And I was good with that.  

 “Ok,” Mama gave me a nod. She knew my intentions were pure, “Still…He hurt mi bebe…”

 “You should see him,” I laughed it off, “Don’t worry, Mama.  I took care of him, too.”

 “That doesn’t look very good, Francisco…”

 “I’m alright,” I promised, “It does hurt a little, but nothing I can’t tolerate.  I’ll be home later, ok?”

 “Where are you going?” she wondered.

 “Manhattan.” My shoes were here when I took them off last night…I think…Last night after I came home was kind of a blur.

 “What would you be going to Manhattan for?”

 “I’m going to go check on Veronica.” There they are!  Other side of the couch, “Make sure she’s doing ok.”

 “And?”

 I needed to score brownie points with Mama again.  Pretty sure my shenanigans from last night got me on her shit list, “And I’ll see if Vanessa’s busy tonight.”

 “I make dinner tonight?” Mama figured.

 “No,” I shook my head, “If we’re going to do that, I’m sure I can manage somewhere nice.”

 “Francisco…” Mama always was a stickler for how we spent our money.  Spending it out when we could be using it for groceries and make something ten times better would always be the right choice to her.  But fuck, man.  Sometimes, no one wants to cook.

 “It’s alright, Mama,” I promised, “I’ll be back in a little while.  And if we’re lucky, I’ll bring Vanessa by tonight, too.”

 “And the little one,” she ordered, “You’re not the only one who wants to make sure she’s ok.”

 “You don’t even know her, Mama.”

 “That doesn’t stop me from caring.”

 I love this woman.  I love her so much, “We’ll see if she’s feeling up to it.  Vanessa, too. I’m not making any promises here. They both get the final say in it.”

 “Fine,” Mama dropped it, gently kissing my cheek, “Be careful.”

 “I will.” I didn’t think I’d ever have much of a reason to go up to Manhattan.  I wish it were under better circumstances.  But she’s alright and the piece of shit was taken care of. And that’s all that matters.

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Together

Fandom: Sanders Sides, Powers AU Pairing:  Anxceit (with a faint hint of intrulogical) Characters: Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Others Mentions Notes: Day 11 of the fluffuary event being hosted by @tsshipmonth2020​​ - Anxceit. Warnings: Semi-graphic injuries at the start Summary: When Dante imagined Virgil coming back, it was never like this.

AO3

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Dante has imagined, many times, what would happen if Virgil were to appear on his door.  He’s imagined Virgil sheepish and shy, quietly asking forgiveness.  He’s envisioned Virgil walking through the door as though he’d never left.  In his nightmares, he’s watched Virgil march through that door with the heroes at his back.

He never thought of this.  Of Virgil desperately clutching at his side, hoodie stained with red and eyes almost unseeing.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”  He manages before he collapses.  Dante barely gets over his shock in time to catch him.

For a moment he just stands there, staring at Virgil’s much too pale face, trying to figure out what’s going on here.  

Then the sound of blood dripping onto the concrete hits his ears and Dante decides it doesn’t matter.  Virgil is bleeding out, that comes first.  Answers can come later.

“Remus!”  He calls.  “I don’t need a hand out here!”

“Just one?”  Remus calls back, laughing at his own bad joke, right up until he steps into the corridor and sees what’s going on.  “Is that…?”

“Don’t help me get him to the bed.”  Dante orders.  

“You can’t be serious De.”  Remus huffs, even as he manifests extra arms that have no trouble lifting the unconscious super.  “He left us.”

“What did you want me to do?”  Dante snaps.  “Leave him on the side of the street to bleed out?!”

“You could have sent ‘im back to the others.  I could send him back to the others.”  Remus offers, even as he places Virgil gently down on the bed that used to be his.  Just a year and a lifetime ago.

“No, he didn’t come to m- to us.  That doesn’t mean something.”  Dante claims.  That gets a shrug as he and Remus start to go through the motions - wounds, even the life-threatening kind, are familiar.

“If you say so.”  He says.

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Two days later, Dante knows this isn’t so familiar.  There’s just no reason that Virgil should still be asleep.  They’ve dealt with the wound, bandaged and stitched and cleaned.  He doesn’t have any other lumps or bruises or, or anything.  Dante’s checked a thousand times.

So why isn’t Virgil waking up?

“The goody-two-shoes don’t know anything helpful.”  Remus announces as he returns, front door slamming behind him.  

“I thought you weren’t looking around our contacts.  The heroes are our contacts.”  Dante comments, eyes not leaving Virgil and words mumbled.

“I wasn’t trying to ask them.”  Remus huffs, stepping into the room.  If Dante looked, he’d see Remus appeared just as worried.  He didn’t need to.  “However, brother dearest decided to come interrogate me about his missing ‘friend’.  Apparently they think we kidnapped him.”

“He didn’t come to us.”  Dante rolls his eyes.

“That’s what I said!”  Remus claims.  “Well, almost.  I think it was technically ‘maybe he just showed up on our doorstep’, and Roman said ‘bullshit, we know you fuckers took him.  Now give him back asshole’.”

“You’re brother definitely swears that much.”  Dante mutters.

“I might be ad libbing.”  Remus admits.  “But the point is, Roman went on about how Pretty Boy listed the facts.  That Virgil went looking for something, got attacked, and that our power was involved.  He seems to think that means it’s my fault, even though it could technically be him that kidnapped Virgil!”

“Someone kidnapped Virgil.”  Dante reminds, although he supposes he doesn’t know that.  Was Virgil kidnapped?  Did he get away only to end up on their door?  Or was he simply attacked?  They just wouldn’t know until Virgil woke up.  

If he woke up.

“He’s demanding we return Virgil by tonight, otherwise he intends to find us and storm the place.”  Remus finally finishes the story.  “Geez, the way he was going on you’d think he’d had a crush on Virgil.”

“Continue.”  Dante growls.  He has enough to worry about right now, what with Virgil laying half dead on the bed, he doesn’t need to be thinking about something like that too.

Damnit, things had been going so well.  Or at least, he thought so.  He and Virgil were tethering the line between friends and something more, standing on the ‘something more’ side more often than not.  They weren’t making a lot of progress with Messiah but-

Wait.

Wait.

“Did you say your power was involved?”  He asks, suddenly perking up.

“Well I said it was probably Roman’s, but that’s what Roman said Pretty Boy said.”  Remus confirms.

“That isn’t why he’s not waking up!”  Dante realizes.  “Messiah didn’t use some of your power!”

“He was stabbed with a sword.  Or a knife.  Maybe a dagger.”  Remus suggests, catching on.  “It must be Roman’s power, his power always ends up in the sharp things, mine prefers the whacky things.”

“I would call a mace a ‘whacky thing’.”  Dante huffs.  “I’m not almost impressed they got hold of Roman’s powers.”  Messiah has little trouble ‘borrowing’ their powers.  That had been the whole point of kidnapping them years ago.  Well, it probably hadn’t been the whole point but they’d managed to escape before Messiah could do anything else.

However using the goody-too-shoes powers?  That isn’t so common.  Messiah needs to get a hold of blood to steal any time they try.  A task made slightly easier by the fact the good guy squad has no idea Messiah exists, perhaps.  There was nothing they could do about that, Messiah’s antics had already got them labeled ‘villains’ and they had no proof.  The heroes would never believe them.  

Besides, they’d all agreed it wasn’t worth risking Thomas that way.  Who knows what that kind of paranoia would do to a hidden powerhouse like him.

“If they did use Roman’s powers I can’t do anything.”  Remus points out, sounding a lot more frustrated about it than his pose might suggest.  “I can’t destroy his wishes any more than he can destroy mine.”

“Yes.”  Dante agrees.  “But I can’t.”

“Dante.”  Remus frowns.  “That’s a bad idea.”

“No it isn’t.”  He knows full well it’s a terrible idea.  Lying a wish out of existence is much like lying to turn off gravity - it isn’t easy.  The only difference is the wish doesn’t come back.  “We have another choice.”

“Okay.”  Remus agrees after a minute.  “If I come back in here and you’re a snake, I’m going to be mad.”  He adds, stepping out of the room.  Dante can’t begrudge him for that.  Remus doesn’t often talk about the waking nightmares that balance his wishes, but he’s mentioned they always get worse when a wish breaks.  Especially if the wish is his brothers.

Once Dante is sure Remus is far away, he turns to Virgil and takes a deep breath.  Then, he turns the truth into a lie.

“You are asleep.”  He says, the words almost physically painful as he forces them out his throat.  A sickening sensation overcomes up but, when Dante opens his eyes, he’s still human.  Just a few more scales then.  That’s okay, he can live with that.

Especially when Virgil jolts up in the bed, gasping for a breath.

“Thanks for the helpful guide.”  Dante mutters, trying to mask how happy he is.  “We definitely knew how to help right away.”

“I didn’t have a lot of time.”  Virgil claims.  “How long was I out?  It was only a knock off wish, can’t have been two long.”  He almost sounds like he’s muttering to himself as he tries to look anywhere but at Dante.

“You weren’t out for two whole days.  I didn’t have to wake up.”  Dante answers.  That gets Virgil’s attention, mismatched eyes opening wide.

“I’m sorry.”  He says.  “I just thought I’d sleep it off.  That’s not why I came here.”

“I don’t care.”  Dante huffs then mentally curses.  “Why did you come here?”

“I couldn’t go to the others, they’d have freaked.”  Virgil claims.  

“So you still haven’t told them?”  He sighs.

“You’re the one that said we shouldn’t!”  Virgil argues.

“That’s exactly what I meant, Fear.”  Dante says, eyes narrowing at the way Virgil flinches.

“Oh.”  He mumbles.  “I uh, I told Thomas.”

“And the others.”  Dante notes, rolling his eyes again.

“You don’t get it, I can’t!”  Virgil claims.

“Oh I don’t get it.  You’re not ashamed of it, or us.”  Dante scoffs.  It’s strange how quickly hurt and anger can come back when the owner of your broken heart isn’t on his deathbed.

“That’s not it!”  Virgil argues.

“It certainly doesn’t seem like it!”  Dante snaps back.  “You didn’t suddenly love being the good guy, we weren’t suddenly worse than the dirt on your shoe, and then you didn’t move on with your life and didn’t forget you were ever a villian!”  Not that any of them were really villains but, with Messiah ruining their reputation it was hard to convince anyone else of that. 

“That’s not what happened!”  Virgil shouts.  

“Then what did?!”  Dante demands.  Why did you leave, he can’t bring himself to say.  At first Virgil hesitates and Dante’s ready to give up on the answer, to just scoff and leave.

Then Virgil grabs his hand and Dante feels a jolt run through him.  Virgil knows full well that, with them touching, he can’t lie.  It was something he’d taken advantage of many a time when his anxieties made it hard to say something.

Apparently this is one of those moments.

“I was scared.”  He admits.

“What?”  Dante frowns.

“I was scared.”  Virgil says again.  “I was falling in love with you and I was scared.  So I ran away, and I said I was just getting close to them to keep an eye on Thomas.  But then things went so much… better than I thought they would.  And I started thinking maybe we were wrong not to tell them about Messiah, maybe they would believe us.  But I knew they’d hate me for lying and I just… I just didn’t know what to do.  So I ignored everything.  I decided I really was just Virgil, some random kid with powers and not Fear.  And I was… I was so horrible to you and Remus and I’m so sorry.”

There is… there’s a lot there for Dante to unpack but Virgil still has a gaping wound in his side.  That doesn’t look like ‘ignoring’ things.

“If you weren’t ignoring things, how did you get yourself hurt?”  He asks.  

“Messiah’s getting bolder.”  Virgil says.  “I was hoping I could find answers, I guess I kind of did.  They had a far amount of Romans swords.”

“Great.”  Dante sighs.  He gives it a moments thought but there’s not anything more pressing to ask so… “You were falling in love with me?”  He asks.  Virgil’s face turns red and he quickly pulls his hand away buy Dante smirks.  He’s not letting Virgil off that easy.  Leaning over, he rests his hand on Virgil’s cheek.  “Virg…” 

“Yes.”  Virgil admits. 

“Surely you didn’t know I felt the same.  I wasn’t obvious about it at all.”  Dante says.

“I couldn’t be sure!”  Virgil argues, and then Dante’s words fully sink in.  “Wait, really?”

“No.”  Dante smiles.  “Your side!”  He scolds when Virgil half-leaps into him, wrapping his arms tight around Dante’s neck.

“I’ve had worse.”  Virgil shrugs.  “You’re coming back with me.”  He adds.

“What?”

“You and Remus.  We’re going to the others and we’re telling them everything - Messiah, Fear.  All of it.  Then we can sort something out, together.”  Virgil decides.  “I’m done running.”  

There’s a part of Dante that doesn’t like that idea, that thinks it’s too dangerous to tell the others about Messiah.  That fears they’ll laugh in their faces if they do.

But a larger part of him thinks that, with Virgil in his arms, he can do anything.

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Six

A/N: Hey, guys! I know it seems like we're never gonna get to the good stuff because I'm not moving as quickly through the story as usual (10 chapters usually = 1 year) but that's because there's A LOT that's happening in 1987 and I don't want to rush through it because it's all important to the build up. But thank you for being patient, I promise it will get to the drama very soon!

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After weeks of going back and forth over the Duff ordeal, Nikki and I had finally put it behind us.

Or so I thought.

I smile at my pastor as I take his extended hand for a second, the two of us exchanging "goodbye"s after service.

"Have a good week, Vivian." He tells me.

I open my mouth to reply but the loud sound of a Harley Davidson is causing he and I, and everyone waiting behind me to speak to him, and everyone already in the parking lot, to turn attention to the culprit.

Nikki stops at the curb on the street, arrogantly grinning at me and I nervously glance at my pastor.

"I-I'm gonna go. I'll see you next Sunday, good sermon." I assure him.

"See you then, Vivian." He replies, his eyes still on Nikki before I'm quickly making my way off the church's porch, my heels clicking against the pavement as I step to the street.

"Nikki, what are you doing here?" I ask him, and he looks at me over his shades.

"You gonna get on the bike or not?" He ignores me, chewing his gum, and I exhale.

"I'm wearing a dress." I state.

"I know, you look pretty." He looks me up and down.

"No, I mean I'm wearing a dress. I can't just straddle a bike at 55 miles per hour, Nikki. It'll be blowing over my head."

"Then take it off." He shrugs.

"Nikki."

"Babe, it's Los Angeles. Nobody cares if they see Vivian Sixx's panties." He brushes it off and I just stare at him, not wanting to tell him why that's still an issue.

His face shifts, his grin turns into a full-fledged smile, a boyish laugh flutters past his lips and he looks so, so amused.

"You're not wearing any?" He asks me, and I turn beet red, hitting at his arm with my hand.

"I couldn't. There was a panty line." I explain to him as discreetly as I can.

"You didn't wear panties to church?"

"Shh!" I cover his mouth with my hand for a second, glancing around.

It seems people are just staring because Nikki Sixx is in their parking lot.

I don't know if some of them even realize that he's attended a service here before.

"Well, lemme see." He enthusiastically let's out as he reaches for the hem of my dress that falls right about my knees and I swat his hand away, giving him a death glare. "You're dirty." He teases and I hug my Bible to me.

"Shut up."

He's suddenly dropping his switchblade from his pocket on purpose and it hits the ground.

"Oops. Wanna bend over and pick it up?" He asks me and I hit him again, causing him to laugh once again.

He reaches down and grabs it before patting the seat behind him.

"Viv, seriously, commando aside, get on. We have a hot date for brainstorming the video ideas for 'Girls, Girls, Girls'."

I look around again before just having to mentally say "screw it" and strategically get on without flashing anyone, making sure my dress lays between me and the seat.

Nikki and I give one last glance to the folks coming out of the church, looking at us, including the pastor.

Nikki offers a mischievous smile and a wave before crossing himself and I lightly hit his thigh while saying, "babe, quit, it's not a catholic church."

"Oh. Oops." He shrugs before taking off.

One thing about Harley Davidson, if you're sensitive to sensation, you will damn near be drowning yourself by the time the ride is over.

I scowl at Nikki as I take another paper towel and wipe myself clean as he leans against the door of the bathroom, chuckling at me.

"It's not funny. My dress is wet." I scold him.

"Well, it's not my fault your pot holds that much honey." He defends himself, trying to hold back more laughter.

I stare him down."Okay, I'm sorry. I'm being insensitive to your hyperactive pussy-juice glands." He let's out in a serious tone but he smirks when I look at him, again.

"Nikki."

"Shoulda worn panties, huh? Well, wouldn't have mattered that'd just be one more thing for you to gripe about leaking in."

"Keep talking and you won't get to dip your honey wand in the pot for very, very, long time." I threaten and he stops abruptly.

"Fine." He smartly says, rolling his eyes.

Once I get cleaned up, we're stepping into the studio just in time for Vince to sarcastically say:

"'Pussy. Everywhere. All kinds of pussy'."

As if he's mocking somebody.

"Stupid fucker." He adds, he, Tommy, Doc and Mick all turning to face us.

"I need to go back to church." I tell Nikki and he smiles, shaking his head a little.

"Hey, Viv." Vince greets me, looking me up and down, exaggerating the kiss of his teeth. "You look good today."

"Means a lot coming from someone who thinks groupies are the most beautiful women in the world." I say through a fake smile.

"Any woman with a good body and right equipment is the most beautiful woman in the world to me." He agrees, grinning.

"Swine."

"Dirty stripper."

"Strippers!" Tommy suddenly pipes and I look at him.

"Tommy, please, don't encourage him."

"No, for the video. Film it in a strip club." He suggests.

"Would that get played on television?" I ask.

"Fuck MTV. I'm down." Vince agrees with Tommy.

"Mick?" Tommy nudges at the guitar player, who shrugs.

"That's the whole point of the song, isn't it?" He says.

The three of them look to Nikki for final approval and Nikki looks at me, an evil genius smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Under one condition."

The one condition being...

"Are you out of your mind?!" I say to Nikki when we get back home as he continues to try to convince me.

We had to go by and get my car from church and I thought we had settled it before we even left the studio but just as we met at our front door, he asked me about it, again.

"Viv, it's like a four minute song and you won't be but in a few clips of the video."

"I'm not playing the part of a stripper, Nikki! I'm not..." I try to think of the words to describe everything an exotic dancer has that I don't. "...I don't have it." Is the best I can use to explain it.

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"I don't know but I'm not comfortable prancing around in heels and lingerie, dancing for strangers in a club and millions of more on television." I state. "I'm not doing it."

"Well you heard Sharise when Vince called and asked her. She said 'yes'."

"I'm not her, Nikki. Sharise can pull it off because she's sexy and sensual and confident enough for it."

He looks at me like I've lost my last marble.

"Vivian, are you fucking kidding me? You don't think you're sexy?!"

"No, I'm not, now drop it." I tell him, stepping to our bedroom.

Firstly, glory to God and all the saints said "amen", secondly...you can find me dancing half naked several times in Mötley Crüe's infamous "Girls, Girls, Girls" music video.

"Baby, you're perfect. What the hell are you talking about?" He follows after me and I sigh.

"Of course you think that because we're together." I state, about to get a shower and change clothes.

"Viv, seriously." He grabs at my wrist to stop me from walking away, his hand gently running across my cheek. "I am married to the most beautiful, smart, funny, loving, sexy woman on the entire planet."

"Thank you for the ass kissing, but if it's in an effort to get me to be in the video, it's still a 'no'."

"I was just reminding you of those things." He tells me, smiling. "Can you at least think about doing the video?"

"Nope." I reply, pecking his lips before stepping to the shower.

There is no way in hell I'm going to be in that video.

I don't know how the hell we went from that day to this:

My blood boils.

I can tell Nikki's smirking, despite his back being turned to me in his seat as "Wild Side" starts to fade out, sounds of the street playing in the song signaling it's ending.

I've managed to keep from saying a word, hoping the song got better at some point...except it only got worse.

Vince, Tommy, Mick and Doc all wait for me to say something.

Anything.

Nikki finally turns to face me, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes fucked on heroin, and I see nothing but the devil looking at me.

"Well?" He asks me, leaned back, hand covering his lips to attempt to mask his pride in pissing me off.

"Typically when you ask someone to repeat a prayer that's important to their faith, you don't write a song that completely picks apart and disrespects--"

"--Oh, here we go." He grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry, did you expect to write bullshit like 'our Father who ain't in Heaven' and think I would be ok--"

"--I expected you to fucking support me--" He starts but I stop him.

"--Somebody's up there or else you wouldn't be alive!" I state, talking over him.

His laugh mocks me, only causing more tension to fill up the room, and I have to keep myself from going at him.

"I'm alive because I fucking want to be." He hisses.

"That's real bold of you to say, Nikki."

"Oh, is it? Because it pisses God, or whatever else imaginary friend you cry to, off?"

"Nikki." Doc states, knowing he's just trying to piss me off at this point.

"Fuck off, Doc." He barks. "I took a meaningless chant and turned it into something useful. I'm sorry if you're too closed minded to accept that, Vivian."

I don't say a word, grabbing my purse and stepping to the door as fast as I can, not wanting to argue over something he thinks is stupid to begin with. "It really sucks you don't like, especially since you're a credited co-writer on it." He states suddenly and this stops me in my tracks.

"I'm what?" I ask through my teeth.

"A credited co-writer. Meaning when the album is put out, your name will be listed as one of the writers of the song." He explains.

I spin around to face him and he's looking at me innocently.

I'm not angry with the song. I'm angry he knew it would upset me, and instead of giving me a warning or being honest with me about it, he's instead saying everything he can to further hurt me, and he's proud of himself for it.

"I thought you'd be happy with that...you know, early anniversary present?" He's wearing a smug smile.

"Nikki. How you're going about it is disrespectful to me." I try to tell him, calmly.

"So is lying to me about who you're hanging out with."

That does it.

I get one good punch in before everyone's in an uproar, trying to separate us.

Nikki's got a fistful of my hair, and I'm hitting Doc as hard as I can, trying to get him away from Nikki so I can better access the feral bastard.

Doc gets knocked out of the way, and Nikki's other hand grabs at my throat while I kick at him roughly, causing him to let me go and stumble back a few steps before I'm swinging on him again.

Doc blocks my hit and Tommy and Vince keep Nikki away from me.

"Let the little bitch go, I wanna fucking show her something!" Nikki threats angrily

"You've showed me enough of your bullshit the last four years that divorce is something I'm looking forward to!" I shout back.

"Psycho cunt!"

"Mommy Issued Junkie!" I bite back, causing him to try to get to me again, and causing me to fight against Doc once more.

"Stop it!" Doc yells over us.

"Fuck you!" Nikki and I exclaim at the same time.

His cheek is bright red from where I hit him, and my scalp is burning from how hard he tugged at my hair.

"Guys, c'mon." Tommy tells us as they try to get us to calm down.

"This is starting to get ridiculous." Vince adds.

"Fuck off, Vince!" Nikki snaps.

"Shut the fuck up, Nikki." Vince puts in just as I say, "don't fucking talk to him like that!" in defense of Vince.

"Oh, have you been lying to me about how much time you spend with him, too?!"

"How much time are you really spending with Vanity, Nikki?! I can easily turn this back around on you!" I point out.

Nikki, Vince, and Tommy all get awfully quiet, Nikki's nostrils flaring.

I know he's spending more time with her, except he's never lied to me about it, he just doesn't necessarily tell me when they hang out. And it's because he wants me to believe he's off crack, and if they hang out, they're doing drugs together.

"Get the fuck out." He demands.

"Gladly. Don't bother coming home tonight. Just stay out, shoot up with Robbin and smoke crack with Vanity. I'm fucking done." I sneer before grabbing my things and slamming the door behind me as I leave.

But I wasn't done.

I scrub at another glass, hearing the front door being unlocked, and Nikki's steps coming inside before the door shuts and I hear him give out a heavy sigh.

I don't acknowledge him when he steps into the kitchen to grab a paper bag from the fridge, turning on his heel before heading back to the door.

He gets outside and I hear the sound of his bike firing back up.

"Damn it, Viv." I breathe out to myself, feeling guilty for what all I said to him, and a small part of me hopes he feels guilty, too.

I finish the dishes and immediately call Robbin, praying he hasn't gone out to meet Nikki, yet.

I'm ready to hang up by the third ring, until I hear:

"Hello?"

"Robbin, hey, it's Viv." I tell him.

"Hey, babe, what're you up to?"

"Are you and Nikki hanging out tonight?" I ask him and he hesitates.

"We are..."

"Where at?"

"Jeez, I don't know, Viv. Probably start at the Cathouse, end up at a strip joint or something."

"He's pissed at me, Robbin."

"Yeah, he called me from the studio when you left."

"I told him not to come home tonight."

"...And he's not." He replies.

"No, he's not, but I want him to."

"Then tell him."

"He's not gonna listen to me." I argue.

"Then don't piss him off."

"Well, tell him not to piss me off."

"Then, you tell him."

"I've tried, he doesn't listen to me."

The line is silent for a second and I blink.

"Hello?"

"This is why I'm not married. Jesus Christ."

"Robbin, you're engaged, remember?" I remind him.

"No, no, this is why I'm not married to you. Laurie's not cra--" He stops himself abruptly and I raise my brows.

"What was that?"

"Uh, oh, wow I-I think I'm breaking up on you, Viv."

I can tell he's rustling his hand over the phone, giving the effect of static.

"Robbi--"

"--I'll talk to him, love you, bye, Viv."

He hangs up and I exhale.

Karen comes into the kitchen, wearing a cocktail dress and heels, her hair and makeup done.

"I'm going on a date." She tells me. "If I'm not back by 2:00am, call the cops. I've been murdered." She sternly says.

"Got it." I nod.

"We're going out on the strip." She adds. "Which is all bars, clubs and strippers, so pray for me."

"If you see Vince, don't let him talk to you. You'll be in the back of his limo before you even realize what hit you."

"Trust me, I know, I have mace specifically for 'Vince Repellent'." She assures me, touching up her lipstick. "Alright, I'll see you later."

"Okay, have fun." I offer to her.

Once she's gone, I'm arguing with myself internally as I glance at the clock, trying to decide if I should try to reconcile with Nikki or not.

He'll be junked out and still mean, it won't do any good.

The shitty part is that I've noticed he's started to take maintenance doses through out the day, especially before we go out somewhere.

It's been easy to decipher if he's sober or not by just suggesting we go somewhere as simple as the grocery store.

When he's sober, he can't spend more than two minutes in a room full of people--five minutes, max, if I make him stay longer than what he wants to.

But when he's got smack going through him, he acts like his normal, social self.

I asked Izzy about it a couple weeks ago and he said Nikki's probably reached the point where if he doesn't have even the smallest amount of heroin in his system ever so often, withdraw symptoms and the pain of the impact the drugs have on his body, will start up.

And as for the social aspect, he said he more than likely doesn't know how to function without heroin as his anxiety buffer anymore.

That's ever more sad because Nikki use to be perfectly fine socializing without anything in his system. But now he can't even go to the Rainbow to eat with the guys, or go on a date with me, without shooting up to calm himself down and if he over does it on his dose, he's either too out of it to be social anyway, or he's a fucking prick.

Which only means one thing in my mind: Nikki's the farthest into it he can get. The next step, if he doesn't stop it, is funeral planning.

I step to our bedroom, deciding I'll just leave him alone tonight.

He and Tommy leave in a couple days, with the guys mastering and mixing their album, to New York to finish off the process there.

Maybe he'll have an epiphany while he's gone for a handful of days and come back and apologize for being a dick to me the past few days...more like "past few years."

Oh, yeah. I better have many jewels on my crown when I get to heaven for not leaving the crazy bastard by now.

How can I leave him? He needs good, solid people around him that won't sugar coat shit to save his ego and his feelings.

He needs me, and lots of God, but I've never been one to force my beliefs onto him, and I'm not going to start now.

Lately he's let off that he despises God more now than he did when we dated.

Again, I personally think there are actual demons fucking with his head, using his addiction to sneak in and start lashing out through him.

Our house even feels like it's riddled with something evil.

Dark energy, demons, bad vibes, whatever you choose to call it, it hits you like a wave when you step foot in the house.

Something sick and demented has built its nest and with Nikki's incline in his use, whatever it is has made its point clear: it's not leaving until Nikki's dead.

On my way to the bathroom, I notice his journal on his nightstand. He usually keeps them hidden from me, but I know he's written in one since before we dated because I've seen him write in one, but I've rarely just seen one laying around.

He usually keeps them put up.

A lightbulb goes off in my mind as I stare at the book that contains a multitude of sins and secrets in his handwriting.

"No. That's wrong. It's an invasion of his trust and privacy." I little voice in my mind tells me.

"He doesn't talk to you about private things as much as you think he does. Don't you wanna know what he really does when you aren't around...or how he really feels about you?" An arguing voice counters.

"He hasn't given you any reason to not trust him."

"Ha! That you know of. Read the diary and you'll probably have a multitude of reasons not to trust him."

"He loves you. He cares about you. He wants you. If he didn't, he wouldn't take your shit, and if you didn't feel the same for him, you wouldn't take his. Why do you need to dig through his confidential, personal, thoughts and feelings?"

"You two are married. If your husband has confidential anything he's keeping from you, that's a red flag."

"Give him the basic respect, Vivian. Don't read it."

"Fuck respect. He called you a 'psycho cunt' earlier. You need to get to the bottom of why he calls you awful things when he's on junk. Oh, yeah, because he thinks those awful things about you when he's sober, he just doesn't give a voice to them until he can't control himself."

"He loves you. He doesn't think those things about you. He just says them to get a reaction out of you."

"I bet he's about to spring a divorce on you."

I squeeze my eyes closed.

"Shut up!" I yell, silencing the voices, taking a heavy breath.

Deciding not to read it, I just pick the diary up and open his night table drawer, placing it soundly inside before closing it shut.

What I would have ended up reading, had I decided to let my curiosity kill me:

March 23, 1987

Van Nuys

4:47am

Fuck. Early last night Vanity called the house looking for me. I forgot Viv was at home and when I let the machine take the call, Vanity was fucked up and was spewing out everything she wanted to do to me the next time she saw me. I've never moved that fast in my fucking life to answer a phone. Viv would've had a stroke if she heard Vanity describe the kind of blowjob I'd be getting from her, but thank god Viv was by the pool.

She's starting to wonder when exactly I'm leaving my wife. I just keep telling her after the tour is over. I don't even know when I told her I was leaving Viv but she claims I promised her I was going to so now I'm even further in the shithole.

I keep waiting for Vanity to drop the bomb about mine and her's antics to Vivian. Anytime we're all hanging out, I'm bracing for impact, along with Vince and Tommy, and Vanity knows it. She uses it to her fucking advantage.

I'll say I can't spend time with her because I want to stay home or want to have a night with Viv, and Vanity will say something like, "I wonder if you'd have a home to stay in if she knew the truth" or "oh, I forgot about Viv. Should I tell her you forget about her sometimes, too?"

I want to break things off because I know it'll destroy Viv if she finds out, and I really have no business having a full-blown affair, or even seeing anyone else, but I'm nervous that Vanity will spitefully let Viv know what's been going on.

I'm fucking tired. Tired of living, tired of wanting to die, tired of junk, tired of sobriety, tired of my mistress (if you would even call her that...in my mind she's just a chick that gets the job done when I'm out of my mind and my wife isn't around).

I swear I'm two different people.

Sikki fucks Vanity, abuses Vivian and acts like a rottweiler with rabies towards other people when he's not in the mood.

I don't know who or what the fuck I am anymore. And I don't care, either.

P.S. - I've realized the reason so many of the greats OD when they're in their prime is because all the fucking girls driving them absolutely fucking crazy. It's hard to stay sober when you're fucking two of the hardest ballbusters in L.A. and their crazy infects you and starts to fester.

P.P.S. - Would it be bad if I admit I wouldn't mind "accidentally" shooting Duff in the leg? Call it junkie's intuition: I have a feeling, and I don't want it anywhere near my wife

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Follow Me Home (Part 7)

Summary: Dean, the reader and Hawkins arrive back in Lawrence but it looks like Jim’s already in town...

Pairing: Cop!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 6,000ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping, brief violence

A/N: Enjoy!…

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“Zeppelin,” said Dean as you hit the edge of Lawrence a day later.

“Motorhead,” said John from the passenger seat. 

“Zeppelin.”

“Motorhead.”

“Well, you apparently have two psychopaths for fathers Y/N,” said Dean with a chuckle.

“Zeppelin is not the greatest rock band of all time. Get your facts straight kid. They’re good but not the best. Motorhead is so much better,” he said, turning around in his seat, raising an eyebrow at you. “Get in on this and don’t tell me you’re into just pop rap crap.”

“You’re both wrong. AC/DC,” you said. Dean held up a finger, cocking his head, John shrugging. “That’s a band right? Something about thunder?”

“Yeah, something about thunder,” said John with a smirk, Dean chuckling as he drove. “How’s the memory doing, kiddo?”

“Pretty good. The music helps. Still don’t remember Monday night but there’s less gaps, I know random stuff. Work, college. Apparently I also have had a lot of boyfriends,” you said, John and Dean frowning. “I’m just messing with you. Only a few and none particularly long.”

“Thank god it wasn’t three girls,” he said, shaking his head. “Granted, I missed a lot.”

“If you could not punch Dean anymore I’d appreciate it,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, giving Dean a smile. “So how many girlfriends have you had, Dean?”

“You don’t get to be the scary dad intimidating his daughter’s boyfriend. I’m still on the fence about arresting you for all of the break ins,” said Dean.

“There’s got to be some kind of perks to my daughter dating a cop, right?” he said with a smirk.

“We’re barely calling you John. You got a ways to go before you get to dad status I’m pretty sure,” said Dean.

“So they’re all there in town?” you asked Dean. “Lila and Luke and Kyle?”

“Yeah, Sammy said they’re at the station. The boys got in this morning. We got a lot to get through so we can hold off on meeting them if you don’t want,” said Dean.

“I don’t know if I want these people’s first impression of me to be…” you said, glancing down at yourself.

“They don’t care, Y/N,” said John. “I promise. But whatever you want is okay. Mom and I waited a long time. We can wait a few more hours.”

“I just want to say hi quick,” you said.

“We can do that,” said Dean. “We’ll just-”

He slammed on the brakes and all three of you felt your seatbelts snap you back. Dean put both hands on the wheel, John breathing hard. You shook your head and were about to ask what happened when you looked through the windshield.

“Is that what I think it is?” said Dean. 

“It looks like a police barricade,” said John, glaring at Dean. “I thought you trusted me.”

“That’s Lawrence City police. I’m chief over at Midland. Different force,” said Dean.

“So people that Jim can get to stop me without even doing a thing himself,” he said.

“Dean what…” you said, spotting two cars block the road behind you. 

“Play his game,” said John, opening the glove compartment and grabbing a pair of zip ties. “Pretend I’m the bad guy. I won’t say a word. If he still thinks you’re on his side, it might buy you some time.”

“But…” you said, Dean nodding back at you.

“Sorry but I got a new plan,” said Dean. “Everybody hold on.”

Dean floored it into reverse, the car flying backwards through a narrow gap before he spun it around.

“What the…” you said, Dean taking a deep breath as he took off.

“I was really good at all of the driving courses at the academy. Broke a few records. Better than these guys I bet,” said Dean, taking a right and trying to take the long way around to Midland.

“What the hell are you doing!” shouted John. “Jim will-”

“There’s a very good chance that the second you were in custody, somebody that isn’t a cop slips in and kills you off too. She just got her parents back, her family back. I’m not having that taken away so fast,” said Dean.

“I don’t matter! She does! I thought we were on the same page!” shouted Jim.

“Dad,” you said, John’s head whipping around to you. “We trust you. Trust us. Please. It’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that,” he said.

“My entire life has been a lie it tuns out. But I trust Dean and his brother and his force. I trust you too so listen to me. Calm down and we’ll get to the station and we’ll find a way to catch Jim,” you said.

“Drive faster,” he said to Dean. You felt yourself slip back in your seat more, Dean crossing the yellow line more than once as he drove.

“Ha,” said Dean as you heard sirens in the distance. “I knew those suckers wouldn’t catch up.”

You held onto the door as he turned the car down a side street, the station showing up in the distance. 

“Dean!” you shouted, John echoing the sentiment when you saw a city police cruiser come out from a side street right behind you. “You were saying?”

“Shit,” said Dean as he drove. “John, you got to run inside. Y/N, you too. Tell Sam to lock it down the second you’re inside. The building will lockdown before the city cops get here. I’m probably going to get my ass handed to me but as long as you two get inside, it’s fine. It’ll give us enough time to explain it all.”

“What’s the-” you said before Dean nearly plowed into the front of the building. 

“Go! Now!” he shouted. You and John ripped off your seatbelts and sprinted out of the car, the siren going off loudly as you heard shouting.

You heard a car crash behind you and you spun around, John nearly at the door.

“Y/N!” he shouted as you saw an officer holding up a gun at you.

“Tell Sam!” you said, positive making a move for the door would be a bad idea. “Go! I’ll be fine.”

It was hard to hear over all of the noise but you heard metal clank against the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw a wall of metal had come down over the front door, John nowhere in sight.

“Ow,” you groaned as you were shoved to the ground by an officer. Less than ten seconds later you were cuffed and hauled to your feet, plopped down on the sidewalk as a grunting Dean was sat next to you.

“I thought I said both of you get inside,” whispered Dean.

“The cop was too fast. At least John got in. Jim won’t do anything to me. I think,” you said.

“Be careful,” said Dean as an officer shoved his shoulder. “Fuck off, Paul!”

“What the fuck are you doing running around with a criminal like that, Chief?” said Paul.

“It’s complicated,” said Dean, the both of you hauled to your feet as a swarm of new cars hit the end of the parking lot.

“I bet,” said the officer, nodding at his partner as they shoved you in the backseat of their vehicle. You saw Paul punch Dean in the face, just in time to feel something hard hit your own. You gasped and fell down in the seat, something dark and heavy tossed over you. “You two don’t move now.”

“I have a feeling we’re not going to the station,” said Dean, the officer shouting outside about having runners. Two car doors opened and slammed shut, the car quiet for a moment before it took off. “Guys don’t do this. Jones is a bad guy.”

“He’s a very wealthy bad guy,” said one. You and Dean shook off the blanket and sat up by the time you were down a different road. 

“He’s going to kill us,” said Dean. “Do you two really want that on you for a little bit of money?”

“I wouldn’t call five hundred grand a little bit of money,” said the officer.

“Each,” said the other. “The guy just wants back his daughter. We know you’ve been lying to her. She’s got freaking head trauma. You’re lucky we don’t kick your ass ourselves for what you did, Winchester.”

“He didn’t do anything, I swear,” you said, the officers rolling their eyes. “I swear! Don’t do this!”

“We’re fucked,” said Dean, kicking at the back of their seats. “These are two of the dirtiest cops in Lawrence. Shit, Y/N. You fuckers. Don’t be idiots. He’s going to kill us, both of us. You’re shitheads but not murderers.”

“Remember when you filled up my locker in high school with-”

“For fucks sake Ron! For the last time that wasn’t me and it was fucking tenth grade!” said Dean.

“It’s five hundred grand Dean. They don’t give a shit,” you said. You slid over on the seat and rested your head on his shoulder. Dean parted his lips but you moved your hands to his own, sliding your switchblade over to him. “We’re on our own.”

He nodded when you looked up at him, Dean pretending to sigh as you leaned forward, quickly seeing that you’d cut nearly all the way through the ties. A sharp tug would be more than enough to break free.

Fifteen minutes later you stopped at an old farmhouse, the officers shoving you and Dean out of the backseat and into a barn before leaving.

“You ran off on me, Y/N,” said Jim, a scowl on his face as he walked out from the shadows.

“Jim, I say we let bygones be bygones. We got a huge problem,” said Dean. “Hawkins is here. He found us in Seattle. We’ll admit, you freaked us out with the whole drugging thing but we got sloppy and he found us and he caught up to us just outside of Lawrence and-”

“Dean. You’re not as good as coming up with stories as I am. Don’t insult my intelligence,” said Jim. He walked over in front of you, kneeling down. “The real question is what kind of lies having you been telling my daughter.”

“What? You’re my dad?” you said, a flash of confusion on Jim’s face almost making you smile. “What?”

“What happened to her?” barked Jim. “She was getting better last I saw her.”

“Don’t,” you mumbled, Jim cocking his head at you.

“I said what happened,” said Jim.

“...Hawkins caught up to us like I said. She...she hit her head in the scuffle. She’s not been great and then one of those cops just hit her again so for all I know, she’s even worse,” said Dean.

“You’re my dad? What’s...where’s my mom?” you asked, glancing around, trying your best to look as pathetic as possible.

“I thought you were going to protect her,” said Jim. “Look at her. Made her a liar like yourself. I know you’re lying, Jane.”

“Fine. My name is Y/N,” you said, Jim smirking as he stood in front of you. “Asshole.”

“You’re stronger than you look,” he said, pushing up his jacket sleeve, showing off a few long and nasty nail marks that dug deep into his skin. “Hurt like a bitch. I grabbed you from your motel room that night. One little knock to the head. You woke up as I was hauling you through the woods out there. You put up a hell of a fight, especially for a brain damaged person. You took a dirty shot and by the time I was on my feet, you were gone. I thought I was so fucked when I couldn’t find you again. Then you showed up on the news, came right on home to me. I almost killed you two at the park but she was so...naive. You had no idea what had happened. I still had my little girl. Until of course the cop over here had to ruin everything. So I’m going to offer you a choice. You can either both die, or I can have my little girl again and maybe get you a friend.”

“What?” you said, Jim walking over to an old tool bench and picking up a hammer. 

“I figure a whack or two will make you two nice little stupid things that will forget all about this. We can either go that route or you die,” he said.

“I’ll die, thanks,” you said.

“I second that,” said Dean.

“Figured you’d say that,” he said, walking in front of Dean. Jim brought the hammer down fast. Dean dodged most of the hit thankfully, only getting a scrape on the cheek as he rolled out of the way. When he got to his feet, his hands were in front of himself and he was holding the knife out.

You both froze when you heard a gunshot ring out. Jim hit the ground and Dean held up his hands, your own going up after you broke out of the restraints. You slowly turned around, dropping your hands when you saw a few officers and John holding a fancy looking gun.

“Sniper school,” said Dean.

“Sniper school,” he said. John handed the gun back to an officer and you saw Sam pull up in a car. “Your little brother almost didn’t believe me.”

“We’re glad he did,” said Dean as Sam walked over and gave him a hug. “Don’t go mush on me. You gotta go arrest Nelson and Brooks from the city.”

“You serious?” said Sam.

“Yes! Now go. My head is still throbbing,” said Dean, rubbing his sore temple as you walked over.

“At least I know my birthday,” you said.

“Cute,” said Dean, both of you watching John almost step forward. “I think you can give her a hug.”

“Thanks,” you said, meeting John halfway there, almost getting lifted off of the ground. “How’d you convince them to give you a gun?”

“Best shot here,” said Sam as he rolled his eyes at his radio. “The dumbasses are on the run.”

“Hey Irv,” said Dean, cocking his head as an older man in a city uniform entered the barn. “Want to go catch those two crooked city boys for us little hick town cops?” said Dean with a smirk.

“Never gonna hear the end of this am I,” said Irv as he shook his head. “Yeah, we’ll get ‘em. This is gonna be a fun court case.”

“I’m sure it will be,” said Dean, John finally releasing you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“You okay?” he asked as he stared at your cheek.

“Yeah. Ironically the hit to the face helped some,” you said, turning towards Dean. “You used to let me win at hide and go seek when we were little.”

“Yes, I did,” said Dean. “Let’s keep the head injuries to a minimum though.”

“I’ve got to agree with that,” said John. “You sure you’re okay?”

“She used that switchblade to get us both free and bought us some time playing dumb. I’d say she’s doing a lot better than expected,” said Dean.

“I could really go for some McDonald’s actually,” you said. Dean smiled, John raising an eyebrow.

“Uh…” said John, looking at Dean.

“The girl likes her breakfast foods,” laughed Dean.

“It’s dinnertime,” said John.

“All day breakfast,” you said.

“Told you she’s fine,” said Dean, handing you back your switchblade. “Want to head to the hospital now?”

“At least I’ll be wearing pants this time,” you said. John blinked slowly, looking between you. “We’ll explain on the way.”

“Hey,” said Dean, rattling his fingers on your hospital door as you changed into a pair of sweats from the police department a few hours later, almost midnight by the time they were releasing you. “Ready to head to the station?”

“I think I already gave my statement like fifteen times,” you said. Dean smiled as he came in, your rain jacket tucked under his arm. 

“Your family’s staying at the Marriott but they’re still at the station. We don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want,” said Dean.

“Is John in trouble? For killing Jim?” you asked.

“It’s a little messy since he’s not a cop but given the circumstances, he likely saved both our lives by taking a shot no one else could have made. Given his service record and everything that went down, they’ll let him go without any charges,” said Dean. “There’s a lot of stuff to clean up, a lot of people your...people Jim paid off. John’ll get a clean record by the time it’s all said and done. Oh. There is one slight benefit to this situation, Ms. Jane Jones.”

“What?” you asked.

“Jim. He was your dad. He’s got a will. It seems that in the heat of the moment and all, he never removed you from it. You’re set to inherit an assload of money,” said Dean with a smile. “I get the feeling the Hawkins family doesn’t have much. Maybe you’ll be able to help out your folks a little.”

“For sure. This has been the longest week of my life but I got a few good things out of it,” you said, ripping off your hospital band. “You. A nice inheritance. A family. I know it’s late and I’m nervous but I want to meet my family. My real family.”

“Alright,” said Dean, holding out a hand. You slid yours into it and gave him a smile. 

“Will you stay?” you asked. He kissed your temple, smiling back at him.

“Yes, I will be there with you, sweetheart,” he said. “You don’t have to do it on your own.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

“Alright, guys,” said Sam as he opened up the conference door at the station half an hour later. You saw John, Lila, Luke and Kyle all sat around the table. “Take as long as you need.”

Sam gave you some privacy as Dean slipped in behind you, standing by the door as Lila stood up.

“Hi,” you said. She practically sprinted over and tackled you, squeezing you far too tight. “Mom. Air.”

“Sorry,” she said, barely letting go as she gave you a big smile and kissed your cheek. “You grew up so pretty. Did you see her eyes, John? They’re just like yours.”

“I saw Lil,” he said with a soft smile, turning his head. “Boys. You want to say hi to your sister?”

“Hi,” they both said as they stood up, both a bit nervous looking.

“Hey,” you said, Lila walking you over to them. “Luke and Kyle?”

“I’m Luke,” said the shorter one.

“I’m Kyle,” said the other, smirking at his brother. “He’s short.”

“Am not. I’m like six foot, freak,” said Luke.

“Boys,” said Lila.

“Sorry,” they both said.

“So you’re like not dead?” said Luke. You smiled and nodded. “Cool.”

“Beats the alternative,” you said, looking around. “So...this is weird.”

“To be honest, Luke and I always thought you were dead,” said Kyle, turning to Luke. “Sucks for you. You gonna get middle child syndrome now or something?”

“You took one psych class last semester and now you’re a know it all,” said Luke. “Our brother is kind of a dorky loser just an fyi.”

“Says the guy who plays dungeons and dragons,” said Kyle.

“I saw you looking at the rule book, dork,” said Luke.

“You both kind of sound like dorks to me,” you said, both of them giving you bitch faces. “We done with the awkward crap now?”

“Twenty bucks she thinks you’re the bigger loser,” said Kyle.

“Deal. Christmas we’ll have an official ruling,” said Luke.

“Is this what it’s like having brothers?” you asked Dean.

“Pretty much,” said Dean, John standing up and walking over.

“Look at ‘em. Already trying to be their big sister’s favorite,” he teased.

“I’m not really used to this big family thing,” you said as Lila gave you another hug. “I’m pretty sure I’ll get used to it though.”

“Well Thanksgiving is next week and we will make all of your favorites,” said Lila.

“Mom’s side of the family is pretty big,” said Kyle. “Hey, can we like surprise everyone that Y/N’s actually alive?”

“Uh, let’s give everybody a heads up. I’m sure it’ll still be a surprise,” said John, your gaze going back to Dean. “Your boyfriend can come too.”

“You have a boyfriend?” asked Lila as she looked back at Dean. “Oh, he’s cute.”

“He looks like he got the shit beat out of him,” mumbled Luke.

“He’s a good guy,” said John as your stomach grumbled. “You ever get those pancakes?”

You shook your head, Dean chuckling.

“I’ll be back with some grub for you guys. Y/N, call me if you need anything,” said Dean.

“I will, Dean.”

“You sure you want to be here tonight?” asked Dean as you stepped out of his bathroom after your shower, nearly three in the morning by the time you left the station with plans to meet up for lunch the next day.

“Yeah. Those guys are exhausted and I need a minute to decompress,” you said. You fell down onto his bed, curled up in one of his t shirts. Dean grabbed your shoulders and tucked you into his side, his lips pressing against your temple. “My parents said I could live with them if I wanted.”

“You don’t need to make any decisions right now,” said Dean nuzzling his cheek against yours.

“I don’t know where home is anymore,” you said as you lifted your gaze to his. “Here. Seattle. Kansas City with my parents. My whole life has been…”

“Why not all three?” asked Dean. You cocked your head and he chuckled. “You’re loaded now, Y/N. I know you liked Seattle. But I know you want to be close to your family. Live in all three if you want.”

“What’re you going to do?” you asked.

“I liked Vancouver.”

You laughed and he gave you a sweet kiss, giggling to himself.

“Sorry. I had to. I’m a Kansas boy though. This place ain’t perfect but it’s my home,” he said.

“What do you think I should do?” you asked.

“This is going to sound a certain way so try not to take it like that,” said Dean. “But I think...you should take a breather from this place for a little while. Go home to Seattle, figure out work and all the stuff with Jim. Find a place you actually like, somewhere you can watch the rain. Then go home to your parents, meet your family. You and me, we’ll be okay. It’ll give me some time to plan the perfect date.”

“I’m not so helpless anymore, Dean. I can remember most everything now and the stuff I can’t, I don’t think it matters,” you said. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want.”

“If there’s one thing I am absolutely positive about sweetheart, it is that you have never been helpless. Even when Jim attacked you back on Monday night, hit your head so hard you couldn’t remember, you still outsmarted him. You got away. You’re not helpless and that’s not why I like you,” he said.

“I know why I like you,” you said. “Because you never made me feel like some weak victim. We were partners.”

“I don’t really know why but you made me feel safe. I get what your dad was talking about back in the hunting cabin with your mom. She made him feel better. I get that,” he said.

“You want to come to thanksgiving?” you asked.

“Only if there’s pie,” he chuckled.

“I love baking on a rainy day,” you said.

“I think we’ll have to make a few trips up to Seattle,” said Dean, sighing when his phone rang. “That’s my dad.”

“Go ahead,” you said, Dean reaching over and picking it up.

“Hey dad,” he yawned. “How was the vacation?”

“It was great. The dehumidifier is overflowing,” he said. You laughed when Dean rolled his eyes. “Is this funny to you?”

“Dad, I’ve had a hell of a week,” said Dean, throwing an arm over his face, his smile poking out from under it. “I will take an overflowed dehumidifier any day.”

“Dean. You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow. I promise,” said Dean.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

“Mhm. I’m beat so we’re going to head to bed. I love you. Say night to mom for me,” said Dean.

“Love you too, Dean,” he said before Dean hung up.

“He didn’t sound mad,” you said.

“He’s not, not really,” said Dean as he tossed his phone down and turned off the light. “Dad’s are funny sometimes. You know...my dad’s name is John too. He was a marine actually.”

“I bet they’ll get along great,” you said, snuggling down into the pillows. “I’m exhausted.”

“Can’t sleep though?” he asked. You nodded your head and felt his hand on top of yours, your eyes flickering up. “How about a head massage?”

“That sounds pretty good,” you said, turning into his touch.

“Relax for me sweetheart. It’s over. I promise.”

Four Days Later

“Hello pretty girl,” said Dean when you answered the phone. You smiled and walked over to the window in your apartment. “How’s it going?”

“It is absolutely pouring outside,” you said. “I got the last of the boxes packed up in my apartment. There’s a cute little vacation house I was thinking of checking out after lunch before my flight back. It’s near the water. Maybe you could come visit over the holidays.”

“I could certainly do that,” he said. “We still on for your parents place for Thanksgiving tomorrow?”

“For sure. I...I was doing some thinking on the plane ride up here,” you said. “About what you said about living different places.”

“Oh yeah? You figure that out already?” he asked.

“Not at all,” you said, Dean chuckling into your ear. “I’m still learning my brother’s favorite colors and sports teams. I got a long ways to go before I feel like I have a handle on things again.”

“Well, they’re from Kansas City. I’d say the Kansas City Chiefs are a safe bet,” said Dean.

“Thanks, genius,” you laughed, plopping down on the window seat. “I realize now why I don’t have a lot of friends up here.”

“Jim wanted you all for himself,” said Dean. “You know, you can stay in Seattle if you want, sweetheart.”

“I’ve discovered in the day that I’ve been up here that I like Seattle a lot more when you’re here too,” you said. 

“You know...the house I’m renting...there’s room for two if you know anyone looking for a roommate,” he said.

“You have a two bedroom house, one of which is acting as your office and is filled with boxes,” you said.

“Like I said, plenty of room,” he said and you knew he was smirking on the other end.

“Well if you’re gonna twist my arm like that,” you laughed.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “I got dinner with my old boss yesterday and he understands why I’m leaving the firm. He said he’d write me a recommendation for anywhere I wanted to work.”

“Well that’s good. Still, weren’t you planning on taking a little time off to get to know your family? Your brother’s are on winter break soon aren’t they?” said Dean.

“Yeah. I think I’ll hold off until the new year before I think about a job again,” you said, resting your head against the window. “It’s really coming down out there. I think I left my raincoat at your place too.”

“No you didn’t,” he said.

“Yeah I-” you said, a knock coming at your door. “There’s someone at the door.”

“Maybe it’s the cops,” he said as you stood up.

“I hope it’s not Broch,” you laughed. “Guy’s an ass.”

“A total ass,” said Dean as you walked over. “I’ll call you back.”

“Okay…” you said as you put your phone away. You pulled open the door, biting back your smile.

“Hi,” said Dean, his raincoat soaked, your own tucked under his arm.

“How the hell did you get here?” you asked, Dean stepping inside and giving you a kiss.

“Plane. Broch’s big case turned out to be something after all,” said Dean. “Plus you sort of forgot your coat at home. I had to bring it up for you.”

“I missed you,” you said.

“Me too,” he said, chuckling when you hugged him and got your shirt wet. “Can I take you to lunch? I hear there’s this cute little vacation house for sale. Maybe we could check that out after.”

“I’d love to,” you said, running a finger down his jaw. “How was the plane ride?”

“I went to the doctor, got something for it. Way better this time around,” said Dean. “Gonna have to get used to it at some point considering I see a few trips up here happening.”

“We are pretty far from everything, Dean,” you said. “We don’t have to travel this far again.”

“No we don’t. But this is where I let myself fall for you. I like it here. And I’d like to take you back to that pretty park sometime soon,” said Dean. “Without the threat of dying hanging over our heads.”

“That would be nice,” you said, looking him up and down. “You know...I haven’t had sex with you yet.”

“Is that an invitation?” he laughed as you started to tug him back into the apartment. “I thought you were all done packing.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to have sex and then go do that other stuff?” you teased. 

“Oh no,” he said, slipping out of his shoes, dropping his jacket on the floor while you pulled him back towards your bedroom. “I am perfectly okay with all the sex.”

“Good because I remember how amazing that mouth of yours is,” you said, grabbing his flannel and pushing it off his shoulders. 

“I’m using more than my mouth this time,” said Dean. “I’m assuming you have-”

“Fuck,” you said, dropping your head against his chest. “Where are those condoms we bought?” 

“Pretty sure we left them in the rental car at that rest stop,” he said.

“We are so having sex tonight after we fly home,” you said.

“Well...nothing says we can’t have a teaser,” said Dean, resting his hands on your hips. 

“We could definitely...ah crap,” you said, running your hand over your face. “I may have forgotten that my parents are in town and I promised I’d meet them for lunch at noon.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to raincheck yet again on some fan freaking tastic sex,” said Dean.

“Sorry for riling you up. I don’t want to be late. They’re only a tad bit paranoid. Understandably,” you said with a smile.

“There’s plenty of time for us later. So what are they in town for?” asked Dean.

“Some of that clearing up my dad’s name stuff. They’re also a wee bit paranoid to leave me on my own since I wasn’t hanging out with you. I barely convinced them to get their own hotel room,” you said.

“I can’t imagine how they feel,” said Dean, touching the end of your braid. “Or how you feel.”

“Strangely, okay. I remember getting more and more suspicious of Jim over the past few months. It was little things I started to put together. He was actually quite controlling. I never realized. I always thought he was just an overprotective father,” you said.

“Back in that motel room when we met your actual dad for the first time, you knew Jim’s story was bullshit, didn’t you,” said Dean. 

“After he stopped kicking your ass,” you teased. “But yes. Something about the way he looked at me, was towards you, it was strange.”

“He loves you. Like I said, I can only imagine what seeing you again is like for your parents,” said Dean.

“Are you close with yours?” you asked.

“I butted heads with my dad when I was younger but we worked through it. I think I know why you’re probably doing okay though,” said Dean.

“Why’s that?”

“You were raised by two crazy people, Y/N. But your real family, they’ll love you the way people are supposed to. Unconditionally. I think you know that deep down you’re better off,” said Dean.

“I know I am,” you said, Dean brushing his thumb over your cheek. “It’s fading away.”

“Battle wounds,” said Dean, bumping his nose against yours. “Want to head out?”

“You coming with?” you asked.

“Obviously. Wherever you go, I’ll follow,” he said. 

“Good. We have a knack for finding trouble,” you said.

“Probably best to stick together then,” he said, brushing his lips over yours, delivering a soft kiss. He cupped your cheek, your hands settling on his chest, griping into his shirt. You smiled as you broke apart, Dean returning it.

“Let’s go get some lunch, super cop,” you said.

“After you. Jane,” he said with a smirk. You went to whack him, Dean laughing as he grabbed his flannel and jogged down the hall. 

“You better run, Winchester!” you said, laughing as you followed him out. Dean was already in his shoes by the time you grabbed your purse off the counter. He handed you your jacket and you slipped into it, taking a deep breath. 

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. I’m okay, Dean,” you said. “I’m finally okay.”

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[thenamesseven]

Plot: Jooheon, your tattoo artist friend, and you had been best friends with hidden feelings for way too long…

Genre: Fluff, smut, tattoo artista au! Friends to lovers au!

Word count: 5.9k *coughs* don’t know what happened….Heh

Warnings: Vanilla smut, some swearing.

I had to change the plot a little bit but I hope you enjoy it!

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Your friendship with Jooheon started when the two of you still slept in cribs. Your parents were neighbors and your mothers became best friends so as expected, the two of you spent a bunch of time together. Needless to say teenage years came and unlike in some cliche stories, your best friend and you took really different ways. 

Jooheon aspired to turn into an artist, one that enjoyed using bodies as canvas, an artist that used needles and different inks instead of brushes and paints. Jooheon’s art was made to be exposed in streets or bodies and not in galleries. Whenever the two of you hung out he would sometimes get distracted observing people, imagining what kind of tattoo would fit the chosen person. If he also saw somebody with a ridiculous tattoo on their body he would quietly made fun of it with you before getting all serious and explaining how he would cover it up with an awesome yet insane designs that kept popping in his mind.

You on the other hand, enjoyed art but in a different way. Your art was the one displayed in books through hundreds or thousands of pages of an imaginary world with imaginary characters that went through a more than interesting adventure. Since a really young age your interest in books had been one of your main characteristics, you simply were the kind of kid that picked an adventures book over any kind of video game which was something that always made you stood out. Getting into University to study a literature major felt like your dreams were becoming a reality, after all, you would spend hours and hours studying, reading and analyzing texts or even entire books that you’ve loved, already discovered or were about to find out.

Jooheon and you became opposite poles but that didn’t weaken your relationship, in fact, it kind of strengthen it.

You weren’t antisocial but it’s true that making new friends wasn’t an easy task for you which was the reason why Jooheon immediately forced you to join his group of friends. All of them were kind of intimidating, specially Hoseok, or as they usually called him, Wonho but with Minhyuk’s bubbly and cheerful personality and Shownu’s quickly acceptance made becoming friends with the rest of the guys not as difficult as you thought it would be. You were the only girl in the group which made things a little complicated because their testosterone could be too much to handle sometimes but seeing Jooheon’s smile whenever he saw the guys treated you as one more made everything worth it.

Although not everything was good, specially since the guys started joking about you having a crush on one of them. Sometimes it was Kihyun because you complimented his food, then it could also be Changhyuk whenever he hyped you up with his raps, they also mentioned the possibility of it being Wonho because he was just handsome or even Minhyuk just because you liked to spend a bunch of time together gossiping and talking about random stuff.

The guys didn’t seem to care about this issue but it bothered Jooheon, you have thought about the possibility of him being jealous not because he had any romantic feelings towards you but just because he might feel threatened by this, by the silly thought of you getting a special someone and forgetting about your best friend. Little did he know that you’ve been trying to confess to him for years and that the only male you were interested in was him.

Your feelings for him had bloomed naturally, Jooheon had always been a special person for you and your friendly feelings simply turned into something more romantic with the years. Maybe it was those dimples that adorned his cheeks when he smiled or the ink in his skin that kept spreading more and more around his body as time passed. Maybe it was his cheerful personality or the way he pouted whenever you two got into a little fight, Jooheon just had a bunch of little things, little details that you seemed to adored unconditionally.

Unfortunately, he hasn’t realized that yet somehow and that led to situations similar to the one you were in right now.

The two of you sat in his car in silence after Jooheon had ended his shift in the tattoo shop he had recently opened. The two of you had made plans to go out to eat dinner together but Jooheon had somehow ended up getting mad when you mentioned this in front of the guys, allowing Minhyuk and Hoseok to join the two of you. Apparently and by the little frown in his face, you guessed your best friend didn’t feel like going out with the guys or believed that you didn’t want to go out with just him since you invited the other two.

“Jooheonie” You reached out pouting too, wrapping your hand around his bicep to gently shake him. Jooheon didn’t react and kept his eyes down on the steering wheel making you shake him harder “Jooheonieee, come on man, I really didn’t know you would get mad if I invited them”

He sighed shaking his head “I just wanted it to be the two of us, it’s been so long since we could hang out together without one of the guys” He muttered leaning his head back against the seat, pouting at you

“I know but Minhyuk got all excited when I mentioned fried chicken and then he just assumed we were all going together” You muttered scratching the back part of your neck, being completely honest with him “So I really didn’t know how to tell him he couldn’t come”

“It’s always Minhyuk” He groaned rolling his eyes, sounding slightly more frustrated than before “How about ‘no Minhyuk, it will be just Jooheon and I’?” He asked glancing at you

“He would probably misunderstand my words and then all of them would think-”

“Do you like him or something?”

“What?” Your response was automatic, why he, out of all people, was asking something like this?

“Don’t play dumb on me  (Y/N), come on! I am asking if you really like him or not because I prepared tonight’s dinner to talk about my feelings and I really won’t do it if there’s public” 

Jooheon’s sudden rant was being too much for your poor brain. When he stopped talking, you just looked at him quietly, puppy eyes on full display as your brain tried to comprehend what was going on. Did he just say he wanted to talk about his feelings?

“What feelings?” You asked, mouth acting before brain.

“Are you that oblivious?” Jooheon asked back, eyes open as wide as plates as he watched your face genuinely surprised “For real?”

Something clicked in your mind and you suddenly understood Jooheon was going to confess to you. To say you felt like the biggest idiot in the world was a total understatement, apparently, the two of you had been liking each other back but were too focused on your own feelings to realize what was going on with the other.

“Are you serious!? Dude!” You hit his arm, frowning, feeling slightly frustrated for all the time the both of you lost

“Ow! What!? Why are you hitting me!?” He raised his voice, frustrated with your behaviour that kept changing. Jooheon didn’t know if you were mad because you didn’t like him back or because you liked him back but, if you liked him back, why would you be mad at him? Shouldn’t his confession make you happy? “The fuck is going on?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked looking at him, poor Jooheon kept debating on the possible options of why you seemed to be so mad at him

“Uh...I…” He stuttered before shaking his head and speaking again “Do you like me?” Maybe it was the wrong way to ask that question, maybe it was the confused tone he used or the ‘I think I fucked up’ expression he had on his face what made you think Jooheon had been pranking you for the entire conversation and now he knew about your unrequited love.

“Fuck off Jooheon, this isn’t funny”

Before he could say something else, you dashed out of his car not even caring that it was raining outside. Your clothes were ridiculously wet in an instant and your hair sticked to your face like the fur of a wet dog. “W-Wait! (Y/N)” You heard Jooheon rushing outside of his car too just to follow your fast steps, he had longer legs though and easily caught up to you.

Jooheon reached out and grabbed your wrist, the fucker had never been a romantic but he forced you to turned around and face him like in those dramas you loved to watched every Sunday night accompanied by popcorns and a ridiculous amount of chocolate. He looked as drenched as you but that didn’t extinguish the burning feeling your skin got as soon as his big free hand came up to cup one of your cheeks.

“Of course is not funny” He said quietly, looking down into your eyes as his thumb started unconsciously doing small circles on your skin “Telling somebody they’re the love of your life is more complicated than I thought it would be” Your heart stopped beating, not really believing what you were hearing.

“What?” You asked breathlessly, eyes glued to his.

Jooheon smiled, one of his dimples stealing some of your attention “You really are that oblivious huh?” He asked quietly before he gently pulled you into his arms, not allowing you to look at his face as he prepared a mental, cheesy speech “I don’t know when it happened exactly but one day I was thinking which book to get for you you for your birthday and then the next day I was writing your damn name in every last page of my doodling notebooks” That made you smiled, you felt his chest shaking in gentle laughter “I was confused, you know? A nerdy yet innocent girl had invaded my mind, you and that bright smile of yours was the only thing I could think of, it drove me insane” Jooheon gently stepped back, positioning the both of you under a small roof that would cover the both of you. You didn’t dare to move and decided to just listen to him “And this is going to sound creepy as fuck but more than once I’ve ended up drawing you when I was trying to draw something else” The two of you laughed at that, Jooheon gently pushed you back so he could look into your eyes once again “I’ve got years to think this over and over again just to come to the conclusion that my feelings are not a childish crush anymore, I want you to be my girlfriend, I want to call you mine in front of every single male in this world” Jooheon’s face got closer to yours, your noses were almost touching “I want you to scold me for getting more tattoos, I want to bother and annoy you every single day about getting some ink in that skin of yours”

“Please do not tell me you’ve got a ring hidden somewhere” You joked laughing softly, cheeks getting slightly pink when he smiled even more.

“Not today” He answered chuckling, bringing you closer to him “But if you agree to this and let me show you how much I love you, I swear to God I’m putting a ring on your finger as soon as you graduate”

“Shut up” You said laughing, face getting incredibly red making Jooheon laugh back, he loved making you shy, he loved when you got all flustered just because of him.

“Look” He said brushing some of your wet strands away from your face “I’m a little jealous, I pout a lot and I probably won’t want to share you with anybody else but I’m also absolutely sure that we are meant to be, so please be my girlfriend?” Jooheon asked again smiling, nudging your nose with his gently “Please don’t make me ask a third time, this is incredibly embarrassing for me?” 

“What did you say? I didn’t hear you properly” You asked on purpose, smirking.

You regretted doing this when he smirked back at you “Ah, since you don’t seem to understand me I’ll show you instead of repeating myself again”

You watched, like a deer caught in the headlights as his lips got closer and closer to yours, only forcing yourself to close them once you could feel Jooheon’s breath tickling your skin. He stopped incredibly close to your mouth, lips brushing against yours teasingly as your heart beated incredibly hard and fast against your chest. You didn’t know if a kiss could make you suffer a heart attack but you were sure Jooheon could cause you one if he didn’t kiss you or moved away soon. 

“Give me an answer” He whispered, he had closed his eyes too willing to focus on the sensation of having your small figure against his body, of having his lips so close to yours for the first time in years. “I still remember that time I accidentally kissed you to prove my friends I wasn’t gay in high school...I promise this kiss will be way better” The memory made you giggled as you nodded “Promise not to slam you against any lockers or force my lips against yours like that time” He muttered quietly, making you laugh this time.

“Fine, you won my heart with the promise of not slamming me against any lockers again” You replied giggling, awaiting for his Kiss

“By the way, I’m sorry about the bump that appeared in your head after that, I really didn’t-” You knew Jooheon well enough to know he was only talking about this to delay the moment and tease you even more, thinking you were too shy to take the first step by yourself. Little did he know that you weren’t having any of that today, you had waited too long for what was about to happen.

“Shut up and kiss me already” 

Before Jooheon could react to your words, you stood on your toes and closed the distance between both of your mouths to gently press your lips against his. Jooheon, obviously caught of guard, was slightly frozen during the very first seconds of your kiss but quickly kissed you back before you could pull away from him. Letting Jooheon dominate the kiss was something that felt better than you could ever dream of, his lips moved against yours smoothly yet passionately, somehow making you feel all those unspoken words between the both of you, letting you feel those hidden feelings that stayed in the shadows for too long. As he had previously said, with how well his lips fit against yours, it truly seemed like his lips had been made to kiss yours.

What started as an innocent “first” kiss under the rain turned into something else when Jooheon and you discovered that you were too addicted to each other’s tastes to pull away, it was as if oxygen wasn’t important anymore and the other was the only thing keeping you alive. Jooheon had turned you around and pressed you against the wall of the tattoo shop gently, covering you with his broad back in case somebody walked past the two of you. His hands kept cupping your cheeks while yours had made their way up to his drenched hoodie, exactly to the chest part. Nothing could erase the silly yet sweet smiles from your faces, happiness was flowing through your veins everytime one of you moved in to not break the neverending kiss. Unfortunately, everything has to come to an end and the sound of somebody honking the two of you made you snap out of the trance the kisses had put you in and finally, made you put some distance between you and Jooheon’s lips.

Your boyfriend looked down at you, at your red cheeks and chuckled pressing his lips against your forehead as you hid behind him “Want to get back in the shop?” He asked quietly, hands resting on your hips as his lips peppered your cheeks with kisses “Dry up a little before I drive you home?” 

The sexual tension between the both of you was crazy in that moment. Even though you didn’t want to move too fast in your relationship with Jooheon, you also knew that the both of you had been waiting for this moment for too long and that he was also the person you trusted more in the world. Jooheon wouldn’t do something you were uncomfortable with, he always put you and your well-being before his.

“Yeah, thanks to you I’m soaked” You muttered clearing your throat, trying to not act all shy around him but avoiding eye contact. Jooheon knew exactly how you felt and definitely loved seeing this new side of you

He reached inside his pocket to take out the keys of the shop and unlock the doors “Is it too soon to start making dirty jokes?” He asked laughing when you rolled your eyes, pushing him away to walk back inside “It wasn’t me the one who suddenly decided it was a good idea to get out of the car when it’s pouring outside” Jooheon kicked the door closed gently, quickly reaching up to you to pull you back into his arms “But hey, at least we got that romantic make out session in the rain, isn’t that something girls really like?”

“You probably enjoyed it even more” You scoffed looking up at him, smiling a little when he started playing with your wet hair

“Damn right I did baby” The pet name made your heart skip a beat, Jooheon was spoiling you with so much affection that you didn’t even know how to react “You know what I would enjoy more though?” When you tilted your head curiously, he smirked leaning back down to kiss your lips again “A second round”

“It’s a deal if we don’t have to get back under the rain”

Jooheon’s smile turned bigger “Deal”

You found yourselves in the same situation once again but this time, confidence was present and that really showed in the way the two of you moved. Jooheon’s hands were now confidently placed on the lower part of your back, sometimes pulling you closer against his body whenever he wanted. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair, something he really seemed to enjoy. The two of you only changed the position to take off your coats in a lame attempt of trying to get closer to the other without taking too many clothes off which soon, the two of you realized was useless since taking off your coats wasn’t enough.

You started walking backwards, Jooheon’s decided steps guiding you down the hall and to the room where he usually tattooed people, you had spent a lot of hours sitting in there with him, just watching him draw some drafts for tattoos while you attempted to read something, always ending up getting distracted by him and his smile. You only realized you had been tugging on the hem of his hoodie when Jooheon pressed you up against the closed door, leaning back just to look down at you.

“Take it off” He whispered, lips moving down your jaw to your neck “It’s okay” You wanted to take it off, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time Jooheon would be shirtless in front of you but the way his soft lips felt against the sensitive skin of your neck turned your hands and whole body weak and before you knew it, you were putty in his hands.

Noticing this Jooheon couldn’t help but chuckle softly against your neck, giving it a few more kisses before he moved back up to your lips. Each time your mouths met, the resulting kiss felt more passionately, more exciting but at the same time not enough. You wanted Jooheon to be closer, to give you more of him, to allow you to see and touch him as much as you wanted and you would allow him the same thing. 

“Sit there, get comfy” He muttered, playfully pushing you back against the comfortable chair where his clients usually sat down right when they were about to get tattooed. He reached down and got rid of his hoodie before laying you down on the chair so he could lay above you “You don’t know” He started speaking but interrupted himself by placing some more kisses on your neck, slower ones that made your cheeks turn red and your intimate parts clench around nothing “How many times” He stopped again, nibbling this time, stealing a quiet moan from your lips that only made him smirk “I’ve dreamed about having you like this”

You only nodded at his words, too busy with your hands wandering around his body while your teeth bit down onto your lower lip harder to avoid another embarrassing moan escaping your lips. Jooheon on the other hand, groaned when he felt your nails gently yet unconsciously scratching your back when he sucked on your neck. He just loved the way your little and delicate hands investigated his body, it was a dream coming true.

“On my chair” He muttered, glancing up at you when one of his hands slid underneath your hoodie to touch your naked stomach “Underneath me” Jooheon leaned to peck your lips but ended up kissing you heatedly once again “Damn you’re driving me insane (Y/N), as soon as I tasted you I became addicted”

“Take it off” You whispered, sitting up enough for Jooheon to get rid of your sweater and toss it away with his hoodie. You felt kind of shy when you exposed your almost naked torso to him, the way Jooheon’s eyes seemed to take in every single detail of your body could become kind of intimidating.

“You’re beautiful” He whispered, overwhelmed. You were his favorite canvas, the only one pure and untouched enough to astonish him “And I haven’t seen everything yet” He added, lips glued to your shoulder before he started lowering himself.

“Jooheon” You groaned, kind of turned on by his compliments and kisses. You weren’t a virgin but  kissing sure as hell didn’t feel this good when your last boyfriend did it, Jooheon was just special, somebody that probably knew you better than yourself and that’s why your mind wasn’t filled with worries about your body, about your curves or messy hair, about how your red face must look right now. He was just making you feel good and confident, awkwardness couldn’t fight against the two of you.

“What is it baby?” He asked, hand sneakily sliding behind you to get rid of your bra as he brushed his lips against yours “Just tell me whenever you want to stop” You shook your head and he chuckled, pecking your lips as he slid the straps of your bra down your arms before taking away another piece of clothing. “Gorgeous” He muttered against your lips, kissing you once again.

Your hands moved away from your breast to go back to his naked back while Jooheon  was too busy scattering kisses in every single available inch of skin in your body. Keeping yourself quiet turned into mission impossible as soon as he got to your nipples, Jooheon moved slowly always giving you enough time to tell him to stop before he could do something you didn’t want him too. At first, when he approached your breasts you wanted to stop him, too embarrassed of what he was about to do but when he closed his lips around your nipples and gently sucked while his tongue caressed the sensitive skin gently you couldn’t help but gasped satisfied, feeling the small wet spot in your panties getting bigger. Jooheon was being pretty considerate, giving you and your pleasure all of his attention as he just kept stealing moans and silent whimpers from your lips with every kiss, lick or suck. You attempted to kiss his neck, to make him feel good but he always shook his head telling you to only focus on yourself and on how he was making you feel, Jooheon could easily get off just by the sounds and pleasurable expressions you were making. 

He was that crazy for you.

That didn’t stop you from tugging on his pants, willing to get rid of them when the temperature in the room was getting too hot. “Want to take this off, huh?” He asked smirking, nuzzling your neck as one of his hands moved down your stomach and underneath your shorts to caress the hem of your panties “How about I take yours off first? Let me make you feel even better love”

Another pet name that made you gulped as soon as you heard it, you didn’t even breathe when Jooheon gently slid the cloth of your shorts down your legs, took your ankles out of it and threw the piece of clothing onto the little pile your discarded clothes and shoes were making. He was quick to ran his hands down your legs, starting from your thighs and finishing on your toes, smiling at your cute painted nails.

“What?” You asked shyly, a small smile pulling your lips up

“You keep painting them red just like when we were kids” He said with a giggle, hands back on your thighs once again “I still remember when you got mad at me and used that red little brush to paint my eyebrows” The two of you laughed against each other’s lips, looking into the other’s eyes to get lost in them

“You cried like a girl when you saw yourself on the mirror” You laughed pretty hard at that memory, it had been one of the few times you’ve seen Jooheon cry really hard.

Jooheon’s smile was wiped away from his face, the last thing he wanted to remember was that, he had never been more embarrassed in his whole life “I did not”

“You so did Jooheon” You mumbled poking his chest, chuckling at his offended face.

“Well, isn’t the guy who cried like a girl making you moan right now? Mhm? What do you have to say about that?” His fingers caressed the wet spot on your panties, making you gasp since it had been really long since last time somebody touched you down there “Oh?” You blushed at the stupid smirk on his face, his eyes brighting with a triumphant expression “What is this?” 

“You know well what it is” You replied looking away, frustrated that he was teasing you with this.

“I suddenly don’t remember why girls get wet down here” He gently turned your head, forcing you to look at him and watch the way he sexily smiled down at you “Care to explain me what does this mean?”

“Jooheon” You warned, nails digging into his shoulder once again.

He shook his head, lips moving away from yours as the tip of his finger moved up until it touched the place where your clit hid “Mhm? I don’t think that’s the answer”

“Stop teasing babe, come on” The pet name definitely caught his attention but it wasn’t enough to make him do what you wanted him to “It’s because I want you”

“Sorry? I was daydreaming about my girlfriend and didn’t hear you”

You rolled your eyes looking at him “I said that my panties are soaking wet because I can’t wait to have you inside of me”

Those words were an instant game over for Jooheon. He definitely didn’t expect you to be into dirty talking and he definitely thought he would never get to hear you saying something like that so to say he was stunned as soon as the words left your lips was a huge misunderstatement. Lust replaced the confusion, you literally saw his eyes turning darker and his muscles getting more and more tense as he stared down at you.

“Fuck (Y/N), do not tease me like that if you don’t want me to lose control” He warned quietly, pushing your panties down your legs as he finally allowed you to get rid of his jeans “Like holy shit, leave the kinky shit for our second time if you don’t want me to fuck your brains out during our first time together”

He really sounded conflicted, making you giggle with his words “Who says there will be a second time? I didn’t agree to be your girlfriend yet” You said trying not to laugh, carefully watching his reaction.

Jooheon looked up at you, his head moving extremely quick “You are mine” He said looking into your eyes, you’ve never been more turned on in your life

“I didn’t say so” You said laying back on the seat, noticing how he was completely naked now too as he pressed his body against yours.

“Then say it” He ordered, skipping the rest of the foreplay to finally give you a little taste of what you truly wanted. Jooheon moved his hips forward against yours, making you hiss quietly “I am not playing around baby, I even marked you as mine” When he saw you were still resisting to admit it, Jooheon decided to place the tip of his hard cock against your wet entrance, gently yet slowly pushing it inside “Say it” 

“Say what?” You asked trying to keep teasing him but the both of you knew this was a battle that you were easily going to lose against him.

“You know the words baby, say it and I’ll give it to you” Jooheon pushed harder but didn’t get deeper inside of you, your inner walls started clenching around anything turning you on even more but also incrementing your frustration. 

“I’m yours, I’m all yours Jooheon, fuck” The words slipped out of your lips before you could stop them and Jooheon’s erection slipped inside of you incredibly easy thanks to how wet he had made you.

The both of you moaned, your voice slightly high pitched thanks to the pleasure his hips made you feel, his voice husky and restrained as he held himself back to be gentle with you. Your hands started wandering around his voice again, tracing the outline of his defined muscles with the tip of your fingers as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. Jooheon whispered all kind of sweet nothing into your ear, placing random kisses on your cheek and earlobe as he awaited for your vagina to get used to his size before he could move again.

“You can move now” You said after some time, caressing his back as you pressed a kiss against his jaw

“Thank God I can” He muttered smiling, placing his forearms on both sides of your head so your bodies would be really close to each other’s during the whole act “Wrap your legs around my waist baby” As the good girl you were, you did what Jooheon said and laid there comfortably.

The first thrusts were as slow and gentle as the first one, Jooheon was still making sure you were used to his size and perfectly fine with him sliding in and out of you, he wanted to make this the best night of our lives and the last thing he wanted to do was somehow hurting you. Then, when he felt the little pushes your heels gave his ass to get faster, your boyfriend started making love to you a little rougher.

That’s when the real action started.

The sound of your moans and his so sexy and husky groans echoed in the empty room, the temperature only kept rising and sweat started rolling down your bodies. Jooheon’s sweet compliments turned into something slightly dirty and his thrusts started making that horny clapping sound that you seemed to love so much. It was actually the feeling of his big cock stretching you out, the way his balls slapped your ass whenever he tried to get deeper inside of you, Jooheon’s only thought was that he wanted to make you his, that he wanted to make you feel so good that you would never ever want to leave him.

“Fuck you feel so good baby” He whispered against your ear breathless, hips moving slower but harder against yours “Keep sucking me in like that and I might come sooner”

You shook your head, arms and legs wrapped around his body to keep him as close as you could “I can’t help it...Just don’t stop moving, God Jooheon you feel so fucking good”

“My girl has such a filthy tongue huh?” He said looking down at you, licking your lower lip “And I love it so god damn much” Jooheon gently spanked you, making you moan louder underneath him 

“Jooheon please” You begged, needing him to go faster, to move harder to finally push you over the edge

“Please what?”

“Harder, faster...Fuck me” 

He didn’t need to be told twice. Jooheon started moving not so gently anymore, fucking you as if it was the last thing he would do in his entire live. He put all his strength and effort in it and you were certain you wouldn’t be able to walk whenever the two of you were done, you kept gipping onto him, the feeling of your nails scratching him only pushing your boyfriend to thrust into you harder. His moans got louder, yours were about to turn into pure screaming, specially, when his hand got between your legs and started rubbing your clit at an insane pace

“J-Jooheon” You stuttered, trying to warn him

“I know love, I know” He said, staring down at you, willing to watch you breaking apart because of him “Just let go, I’ll do it with you” You nodded, closing your eyes not even caring about holding back the sounds you were making anymore “Oh fuck (Y/N)! Yes...Yes baby yes! Say my name, please say my name” He begged in a weak moment, willing to hear you screaming the name of the love of your life.

“Jooheon! Jo-Joo…”

The two of you didn’t have time to say something else before you reached your respective orgasms. Your bodies, still connected, shook uncontrollably as you squeezed Jooheon’s cock while he filled you up. It was something that should have scared you but in that moment, you could only think about how much you loved the guy laying on top of your body, almost crashing you with all his weight.

“Fuck baby” He whispered panting as hard as you, unable to move since he was extremely sensitive right now “I love you so god damn much” Jooheon said, tilting his head enough to kiss your lips

“I love you too” You answered back smiling, running your fingers through his slightly wet hair.

He kept his eyes on you when you pulled back, staring at you as if you were the most precious thing in his life.

“What?” You asked giggling at his dumbfounded expression, Jooheon smiled shaking his head “No, tell me babe, come on”

“I was just thinking” He said lovingly, pecking your lips repeatedly “That no matter how much art I’ve seen or I’ll see in the rest of my life...You will always be my masterpiece” He kissed your lips multiple times before looking down into your eyes with a playful yet sweet smirk “Forget dinner, let’s go to my apartment tonight”

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Just the Two of Us

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m finally on summer vacation which means I’ll be able to read and write more which is totally fun! This is my first major fic about Damian, and I’m totally excited to share it with you all. Enjoy!

Summary: Damian is nervous and frightened that he’s losing his older adopted sister Y/N and is determined to spend as much time with her, even when Jason and his brothers crash their slumber party.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sexual activities, and too much fluff.

This is a totally random night. What should have been a night all to myself while my boyfriend participates in ‘guys night’, I find myself sitting on a thick pink comforter while we’re hidden underneath sheets in a perfectly created fort.

Because Damian insisted we needed a fort for our “slumber party.”

“There...finally we have privacy for our slumber party. I do not want Grayson, Todd, and Drake interrupting our night. Now, what else do we do on these...nights, sister?” Damian asks. The curiosity and interest in his eyes never fade.

Yes, the thirteen-year-old Damian had overheard me talking to Barbara about how slumber parties were a way to reconnect with friends, share secrets, and just be there for each other. As an adult, I still found slumber parties to be fun, but haven’t had one since I was a teenager but had missed it so much. After my confession, I found out Damian had Alfred put together a slumber party for him and I.

The fort is spectacular; knowing how Alfred and Damian practically used the highest furniture to make it big and sturdy just shows no man in this family does anything half ass.

I unzip my sweater to reveal my tank top and pajama shorts, as Damian sits down after changing into a thin t-shirt and sweatpants. After he settles down, he sits cross legged like me and he smiles.

Just seeing Damian smile warms my heart, after everything that has happened.

I was thrown into the Batfamily at just fifteen-years-old. My parents abandoned me. I was living out on the street and did dirty work for Two-Face just to survive. But on a night that Two-Face was done with me was the night Batman and Robin saved me.

I was not only adopted by Bruce Wayne, but I became the newest superhero, NightBat. Five years of working alongside Bruce, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Tim Drake, they gave my life meaning and became the light in my former dark life.

But being NightBat was something I couldn’t keep doing since I fell in love.

Yes.

Yes, I fell in love with Jason Todd.

After Jason’s death and resurrection, Jason was on the edge of becoming as dangerous as the Joker. It took the Batfamily and I a very long time to save Jason, but in the process, Jason and I kissed; a kiss that revealed how long we loved each other and how much we meant to each other.

After our confessions, Jason asked me to be his girlfriend and we’ve began dating. We’ve been together for three years now.

But with dating came some cold hard truths. Jason had been a nervous wreck and constantly worried about me fighting alongside them. And after he voiced his concerns, I realized crime fighting wouldn’t exactly help my future goals.

What if I wanted to get pregnant one day?

Although Jason and I never spoke about kids, I always wondered if he wanted them secretly or if he has even thought about having them with me.

But it was settled anyways. I worked behind the computers while Damian’s entrance into the Batfamily made him Robin. But just knowing Damian was enough for me to realize how kind and caring he was underneath the anger and hatred he was bred into believing.

And after a while, Damian and I became close; we’re almost like best friends (Barbara is right behind him).

Although Damian was initially against my relationship with Jason, it took everyone by surprise especially with how overprotective and serious Damian was about my wellbeing. But after serious and heart to heart talks with Bruce and Alfred, I realized Damian really saw me as a sister and wanted to protect me and make sure I’m taken care of because of his newfound brotherly duties.

Which could explain Damian wanting a spontaneous slumber party tonight. Even though Damian’s random thoughts and ideas for us to hang out is not unusual.

What’s unusual is how he’s been clingy these past few days. I haven’t exactly confronted him or tell anyone about my suspicions.

“We can make s’mores outside?” I suggest. The thought of a roasted marshmallow on a piece of milk chocolate and in between two graham crackers makes me lick my lips. “That sounds like fun.”

“Excellent. I’ll go fetch Pennyworth and have him provide us with the supplies,” Damian announces. 

We begin to crawl out of our fort until someone jumps down, pokes their head in, and growls at us. Damian and I scream and fall and crawl back into the corner of the fort. Laughter. Men laughing takes us by surprise. 

Jason Todd.

Dick Grayson.

Tim Drake.

Damian climbs off me and growls himself as we crawl out of the fort. And there were the three brothers, with Jason on the floor holding his stomach while laughing his ass off, as Dick and Tim were standing and laughing hard while covering their mouths and shaking a lot. As Damian and I stand up, Damian kicks Jason in the stomach.

“What the fuck?!” Jason snaps.

“How dare you frighten us, Todd! I should kill you where I stand!” Damian yells.

“I’d like to see you try, fucker!”

Before Jason reaches to grab Damian’s foot, I kneel beside my boyfriend. “Jay, what the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at guys night?” I ask curiously.

“The little shit head never showed up at the movies. He fucking ditched us!” Jason answers, and he’s trying hard to not lose his cool with me. “And why are you here, Y/N? Shouldn’t you be back at home enjoying your ‘masturbating alone’ time?”

“Damian invited me to stay the night so we’re hanging out,” I say.

“Okay…but since Damian never showed up, we came back here to drag his little ass out,” Jason says, glaring at Damian.

“That’s why we came back here,” Tim replies.

“So Little D, you ready to go now? We always hang out every Friday night,” Dick says, offering a hand to help Jason up. Once Jason’s on his feet, Damian scoffs and shakes his head.

“As you idiotic pests can see, I already have plans with Y/LN. You imbeciles can go ahead and leave us alone,” Damian says, not even hiding the fact that he’s pissed off at them. 

Damian grabs my arm and tries to lead me into the backyard, but Jason grabs my other arm. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, demon spawn?! Y/N’s my girlfriend! Don’t you know guys who flirt or try to steal other guys’ girls end up getting their asses handed to them and buried six feet under! Now get your fucking little hands off her!” Jason snaps viciously.

“Jason stop! What is your problem?!” I demand. I pull my arm away from him, shocking not only him but Dick and Tim as well.

“Don’t you see what he’s doing, babe? He’s trying to take you outside and do whatever that little pervert has planned!” Jason claims desperately.

“T-t,” Damian scoffs, and shakes his head at Jason. “You are a very, ignorant, arrogant, fool Todd. Y/LN and I are brother and sister. Father adopted her, which makes her my sister. As her brother, I have the right to spend time with her; one on one time since bonding is appropriate and needed for people to grow, learn, and be content. Whatever sick delusions you have are merely your own issues, not mine. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going outside to make s’mores.”

Dick’s eyes widen and he perks up. “S’mores? I want s’mores!” Dick cries out excitedly.

“Well, too bad Grayson. It’s only for Y/LN and me,” Damian snaps.

Damian manages to get us outside but Jason and the other two just wouldn’t leave us alone. I realize something’s bothering Damian, and I need to get to the bottom of it before he explodes, and we’ll just keep on fighting.

“Damian, something’s bothering you. Please tell me what it is,” I plead. The younger brother continues gripping my arm and I can hear him breathing hard. “If you say we’re as close as you say we are, then you should be able to tell me. I can help you. I want to help you.”

“It’s nothing,” Damian mumbles under his breath. He refuses to look at me or our brothers. “Just forget it. It’s pathetic.”

“Your problems are never pathetic. It’s okay to have problems and to solve them,” I disagree, and I finally am able to pull away from Damian’s grasp. “I don’t think I can continue our slumber party unless you tell me what is wrong. So, tell me what is wrong, Dami.”

Damian finally turns around, and his eyes are teary. Despite his rough and tough exterior, inside is a boy who has never had an innocent and fun childhood. He’s on the verge of breaking down, and just seeing him this upset breaks my heart.

“You’re…never around anymore Y/N,” Damian says to me, as he allows himself to cry and tell me and our brothers what’s been bothering him. “Ever since you and Todd have become…what Grayson says, “exclusive”, you have barely been home. You always spend time with him, and whenever our family gets together, you’re always with him: kissing him, embracing him, holding his hand, and always just touching him while you forget I’m beside you, too. I-I don’t have any serious issues with your relationship with Todd, despite our ongoing brotherly feud, I truly believe he cares about you and loves you as much as you deserve and more. But it always feels like you don’t even speak to me or want to “hang out” with me anymore. When was the last time it was just you and I alone?”

I can’t control my own tears from falling. “Maybe a month ago?” I choke out.

“Two months ago,” Damian corrects me. “You moved out six months ago to move into his apartment, and you’ve only been back home for short visits.”

“Damian…I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know you felt that way. But you have to know that I still love you and care about you,” I say, hoping he would understand. Damian looks up at me, even our heights are close (because he’s becoming a rather tall boy). His green eyes glisten from his tears and the patio light. I reach out to touch his face, and he closes his eyes and leans into my touch. “I never meant to hurt you like that. I love you, and you’re my little brother and I should be around more because we’re not only family, but we’re friends too. From now on, I’ll be coming home more. Okay? Can you please forgive me and give me another chance?”

Damian’s eyes open, and he smiles at me. That smile is enough to warm my heart again. “I would be a fool to not give you another chance, Y/N. Can we please continue on with our slumber party?” he asks softly.

“Of course, Dami.”

I hug him tightly. As we hug each other, I notice Dick smiling proudly at us for solving our problems. Tim sighs, and looks at Dick and Jason. “Poker night?” Tim asks.

“I’m in. But this time, I’m shuffling the cards,” Dick says, as he and Tim head back inside to give Damian and I privacy for our slumber party. “Jason cheats, and I believe you count cards!”

“I don’t count cards! You don’t have evidence; you can’t prove anything!” Tim shouts.

As Damian and I pull away from each other, Jason clears his throat. He runs a nervous hand through his dark hair, and sighs. 

“I…I’m sorry Damian. I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m obviously fucked up, so in my defense, I tend to get jealous and crazy because I love Y/N so much. And I know you love Y/N as well, so how about we set aside a schedule or something during the week?” Jason suggests.

“Maybe when you want to hang out with Dick, Tim, and Roy, on your ‘guys night’, maybe Damian and I can have our own “siblings’ night” or something. What do you say to that, Dami?” I ask, hoping he’d love the idea.

Damian smiles sincerely. “I would…appreciate and respect that idea. Thank you Y/N. Thank you Jason,” Damian says, before engulfing Jason in a rough hug. Jason chuckles, and hugs Damian back.

“Tell anyone about this Todd, and I’ll castrate you in your sleep,” Damian threatens.

“I was just going to tell you the same thing, Omen. And hey, you called me Jason,” Jason teases.

“Fuck you, Todd!”

“Fuck you, Wayne!”

I roll my eyes at both, as they quickly move away from each other after their hug. I finally make my way to Jason, and he immediately looks down at me with so much love and admiration. His blue eyes steal my attention. 

“I really like what you did back there, Jason. You’re so sweet and caring. You even apologized and helped Damian out,” I say. “I really admire that.”

“Well, he is my…little brother,” Jason says quietly. “Not like I had a choice, right?”

I smirk at him. I stand on my toes to reach up and kiss him. “I love you,” I whisper against his mouth.

“I love you too, doll. I love you so fucking much, Y/N,” Jason whispers back, and kisses me again.

Damian scoffs to get our attention. We stop kissing and look at him. “Now that we solved my problem, I believe it is time for you to leave, Todd,” Damian says seriously.

Jason sighs, and kisses me again. “Maybe all of us can do something tomorrow? Just you, me, Damian, Dick, and Tim?” Jason asks.

“I would like that a lot,” I agree.

“And I agree as well,” Damian agrees with me.

“Well, then I guess I’ll see you in the morning, doll,” Jason says softly. “Goodnight.”

“Yeah, goodnight Jay,” I say.

Jason grins, and kisses me once more despite Damian making gagging noises. As soon as we pull away, Alfred comes outside with a tray of marshmallows, pieces of chocolate bars, and graham crackers. Jason sneaks a handful of chocolate and some marshmallows and waves us off.

“Night Omen!” 

“Night Hellboy!”

“My word! Master Damian, I bring you the items you requested. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Alfred sighs.

I take a seat on one of the patio chairs, as Damian starts a fire into the firepit Bruce and the boys made a while ago. As the fire glows and rises, he smiles at me and I smile back at him. 

Because Damian and I finally fixed our problem, and as siblings, we only have adventures and memories to share and create now.

“No, thank you Pennyworth. My sister and I are set tonight. We’re okay now.”

[the-blackholeus]

You saved me, so I return the favor. (Tmnt2016 Shredder X Reader) Part 1

Please excuse any grammatical mistakes for English is not my native langue. The female version is below.

WARNING! THERE WILL BE A SCENE OF ATTEMPTED RAPE IN THIS.

Male:

„I told you to leave me alone.”, Y/N hissed at the man following him, eyes glistening with anger. “Come on, babe, I know you want me.”, he purred at him in that disgusting tune of his that made the young man sick. “I’ve lost count how many times I have to tell you that I don’t R/N (random name since I don’t want to insult anyone), out of two reasons. Your b/f/n boyfriend, and you disgust me to no end!”, he hissed at the smaller/taller man and ripped himself out of his grip as he was grabbed.

“Who cares about B/F/N. You’re are a better choice anyway. Now come here so I can devour you.” Okay, enough was enough. Y/N turned around and punched that disgusting idiot right into his face. He stumbled back, holding his bleeding nose, which was probably broken. “You bastard.”, he hissed and glared at the young man with pure rage. “You’re going to pay for that!”

Before he could even react, he was slammed against a wall, his head hitting the stone enough to break the skin, and wet lips were on his. The boyfriend of his best friend smelled of alcohol and many other things that were urging him to vomit right here on the spot.

He whimpered in pure disgust as he tried to free himself through struggling, but the drunk man was so much stronger than him, making it almost impossible to. “Let me go!”, he screamed and tried to kick R/N, in the shin, but he only grabbed his leg in a tight grip. “Nah, Nah, don’t do that.”, he teased and forced his leg around his waist, holding it there. “There are only two options now. Either you enjoy it, or it’ll hurt your choice.”

Y/N screamed in fear and rage, hoping someone would hear him, but his soon-to-be rapist only chuckled. “Scream as much as you want, there is no one that could hear you.” He leaned in, and the younger man closed his eyes, only waiting for the disgusting feeling, but it never came. Suddenly, R/N’s grip vanished, causing him to fall onto the dirty floor. With a groan of pain, he dared to open them again, only to find a rather small man standing between him and B/F/N soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

He had short, black hair that was brushed back, and you could see from his back that he wore some kind of armor. His biceps were huge, and his hands, covered in black gloves, were clenched into fists. “And who are you?!”, he yelled at the strange man and wiped the blood off his face.

The small stranger stayed silent and slowly got into a fighting position, his body tense, his muscles flexing with every deep breath he took. “Leave!”, he growled in a deep, heavily accented voice that sent shivers down your spine. R/N huffed a laugh, wiping some fake tears from his face after he calmed somewhat down. “Never, you little fucker. This boy is mine, and I certainly won’t let you ruin that opportunity. What do you want to do anyway, boring me to death?!”

That seemed to cross the stranger's line. With a furious roar, Y/N didn’t know a human was capable of, two blades came out of the armor just above his hand on each side, and he charged. R/N  cried out in surprise and fear as he jumped in the air and slashed his chest with the weapons, not enough to kill him, but enough to leave deep, ugly scars.

Blood gushed from the wound and dripped onto the floor as the almost-rapist fell screaming to the floor. “Leave!”, the dangerous stranger hissed again, louder this time, and pointed his weapons in the weeping man’s face. “Or face what I am really capable of!” With an impressing speed, he fled.

Y/N still sat on the floor, staring at the black-haired man in awe and slight fear, his heart-rate faster than ever before. Slowly, the strange fighter turned around. Dark, almost black, eyes stared into your e/c ones, cold, serious, perfectly matching the expression on his handsome face. It told him that he was from Asian. From where? He didn’t know. He had some deep scars on the right cheek, and a soft beard surrounding his mouth and covering his chin.

He got closer to the younger man sitting on the floor and reached out, retracting his weapons in the process. Y/N took it, surprised by how warm his hand was. “Are you alright?”, he asked, his deep accented voice swapping like an ice-back over a swollen ankle, soothing the fear that was still in his chest. “Y-Yes!”, he managed to stutter out. “T-Thank you.”

He was hoisted up to his feet again, supported by the strong arms of the stranger, who seemed to have no problem with his weight at all. Suddenly, one of his hands reached behind his head and brushed through his hair before examining it. “You are bleeding.”, his rumbled. He was right. His entire gloved palm was covered in blood and slowly running down to his fingers. “The wound needs tending.”

Y/n sighed in frustration and stared at the hand. “I’ll go to the doctor tomorrow, don’t worry.” “No.”, was the only answer he got before the grip on his arm tightened. His eyes seemed to become sterner. “Now.” With that, he pulled the younger man with him and they both walked down the streets, still hidden in the dark of the night. “Where do you live?” “A few blocks from here, the f/c house.”

Y/N hissed in pain as sudden dizziness came over him causing him almost to fall again if it wasn’t for those strong arms catching him just a second before he hit the cold stone. He heard the stranger mumble something under his breath in a langue that he recognized as Japanese before hoisting him up to his feet again, his right arm now wrapped around his shoulder.

The walk was silent, and the only thing the young man was the steady breaths of his savior, their steps and the cars rushing by. Not one of them said a word until they stood in front of Y/N’s house. “Give me the key.”, the black-haired man demanded, and the younger obeyed, feeling how all strength was literally running out of his body. Within seconds, they were inside, and he was led to the living room, forced to sit on the couch, the stranger seating himself across of him.

“W-What is your name?”, the Y/N asked. “I’d like to know who saved me from that fucking pervert.” “Oroku Saki.”, was his only answer, still looking into his eyes, only breaking it when he was blinking. “I’m Y/N.”, he smiled, rubbing his head carefully, earning a sharp “Stop.”, from the man sitting in front of him. “You will infect it.”

“Where is your first-aid-kid?” “In my (I don’t know where you are keeping it, so insert the place here).  I always keep it there.” He made a low sound, stood up and returned with it shortly after. Oroku Saki walked around the young man and took his head in his hands. He felt warm fingers working on him, running through his hair. A wet cloth, which he apparently brought with him, touched the rim of the wound, causing him to wince.

Bandages were wrapped around the back of his head and forehead and a soft clap met his shoulder as his savior was finished. “Thank you.”, Y/N whispered and smiled when he came into view again. “Don’t mention it.”, Saki murmured and sat down. “What were you doing in that street anyway. That’s one of the most criminal environments that ever exists. I mean, you can defend yourself, I saw that, but still…” A look of pure surprise crossed his face, which slowly turned into one of amusement and a low chuckle sounded through the room like the younger man just told the best joke ever.

“Business.”, he answered and stretched leaned back. Y/N nodded, not wanting to dig deeper into his savior’s personal life. “Do you want to stay here for the night? It’s late and the busses take forever to arrive in this part of the city.” Saki seemed to consider his offer for a moment, closing his eyes, before nodding. “Yes, that would be kind of you.”

Slowly, the injured one of them stood up with supporting himself on the furniture. “I’ve got a guest room down the hallway, feel free to do stay as long as you want. This is the least I can do. I’m going to sleep, if you need anything, just wake me up. Sorry if this seems rude, but I think I really need rest now.” “Yes, you do.”, he said, and too, stood up. “Goodnight.”, Y/N called as he walked towards the bedroom, surprised when he got a response for those words. “Goodnight, Y/N”

---

Saki sighed as he laid down onto the soft sheets of the unfamiliar bed, relaxing fully against it, allowing himself to sink into his thoughts. This man, Y/N, really was a strange human, and what was even stranger, he didn’t know him. All world almost knew his face thanks to those turtles who spoiled his first plan. Either he didn’t recognize him, or he really did not know who he was.

But to be honest, he didn’t mind. It was quite pleasing to talk to him…or rather let him talk and listen to him. Finally, someone saw him as a human, and not as a monster. Unfortunately, he would have to leave early in the morning to make sure those idiots Bebop and Rocksteady won’t mess up their task, but he was certain that he would see Y/N again. If not by accident on the street, then he would definitely come back only to enjoy his company.

With a small smile, the Ninja closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

---

To be honest, Y/N wasn’t too surprised when he found Saki gone the next day, he already expected something like that. At first, he even believed yesterday’s events were just some crazy dream he had, but the bandage wrapped around his head and the note he found on the fridge which read “I hope we will see each other again.”, told him otherwise

When he entered the guest-room, a faint smell of soap met his senses, and he knew, his savior couldn’t have been gone for long. A small smile graced his face as he moved himself to the kitchen again to make breakfast, seating himself on the couch and turning the TV on afterward. Today, they were repeating his favorite movie, and Y/N really wanted to watch it, distracting himself from the previous events, when suddenly, the News popped up. The young man groaned in annoyance, he hated it when they did that, but he still continued to watch. Maybe something interesting happened.

“Two days ago, the infamous villain Shredder escaped from prison. The police are searching for him in every corner of the city, but there is no evidence where he is now. If you see that man on the street, please call the police immediately, this is one of the most, if not the most, dangerous criminal in the words.”

At the picture shown, he almost spits his food out. There, on the TV screen, was the face of the man that saved him from his best friend’s boyfriend. Oroku Saki, was the Shredder? The one and only Shredder that almost forced New York into slavery? Oh god. He leaned back and rubbed his forehead, the soft fabric of the bandage touching the tips of his fingers.

The probably most dangerous man alive saved him, not wanting anything in return, even took care of his injuries…Why? Somehow, Y/N couldn’t wait to see him again, he had so many questions, and he wanted answers.

Female:

„I told you to leave me alone.”, Y/N hissed at the man following her, eyes glistening with anger. “Come on, babe, I know you want me.”, he purred at her in that disgusting tune of his that made the young woman sick. “I’ve lost count how many times I have to tell you that I don’t R/N (random name since I don’t want to insult anyone), out of two reasons. Your b/f/n boyfriend, and you disgust me to no end!”, she hissed at the smaller/taller man and ripped herself out of his grip as she was grabbed.

“Who cares about B/F/N. You’re are a better choice anyway. Now come here so I can devour you.” Okay, enough was enough. Y/N turned around and punched that disgusting idiot right into his face. He stumbled back, holding his bleeding nose, which was probably broken. “You bastard.”, he hissed and glared at the young woman with pure rage. “You’re going to pay for that!”

Before she could even react, she was slammed against a wall, her head hitting the stone enough to break the skin, and wet lips were on her. The boyfriend of her best friend smelled of alcohol and many other things that were urging her to vomit right here on the spot.

She whimpered in pure disgust as she tried to free himself through struggling, but the drunk man was so much stronger than her, making it almost impossible to. “Let me go!”, she screamed and tried to kick R/N in the shin, but he only grabbed her leg in a tight grip. “Nah, Nah, don’t do that.”, he teased and forced it around his waist, holding it there. “There are only two options now. Either you enjoy it, or it’ll hurt your choice.”

Y/N screamed in fear and rage, hoping someone would hear her, but her soon-to-be rapist only chuckled. “Scream as much as you want, there is no one that could hear you.” He leaned in, and the younger woman closed her eyes, only waiting for the disgusting feeling, but it never came. Suddenly, R/N’s grip vanished, causing her to fall onto the dirty floor. With a groan of pain, she dared to open them again, only to find a rather small man standing between her and B/F/N soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

He had short, black hair that was brushed back, and you could see from his back that he wore some kind of armor. His biceps were huge, and his hands were clenched into fists. “And who are you?!”, he yelled at the strange man and wiped the blood off his face.

The small stranger stayed silent and slowly got into a fighting position, his body tense, his muscles flexing with every deep breath he took. “Leave!”, he growled in a deep, heavily accented voice that sent shivers down her spine. R/N huffed a laugh, wiping some fake tears from his face after he calmed somewhat down. “Never, you little fucker. This girl is mine, and I certainly won’t let you ruin that opportunity. What do you want to do anyway, boring me to death?!”

That seemed to cross the stranger's line. With a furious roar, Y/N didn’t know a human was capable of, two blades came out of the armor just above his hand on each side, and he charged. R/N  cried out in surprise and fear as he jumped in the air and slashed his chest with the weapons, not enough to kill him, but enough to leave deep, ugly scars.

Blood gushed from the wound and dripped onto the floor as the almost-rapist fell screaming to the floor. “Leave!”, the dangerous stranger hissed again, louder this time, and pointed his weapons in the weeping man’s face. “Or face what I am really capable of!” With an impressing speed, he fled.

Y/N still sat on the floor, staring at the black-haired man in awe and slight fear, her heart-rate faster than ever before. Slowly, the strange fighter turned around. Dark, almost black, eyes stared into her e/c ones, cold, serious, perfectly matching the expression on his handsome face. It told you that he was from Asian, from where? He didn’t know. He had some deep scars on the right cheek, and a soft beard surrounding his mouth and covering his chin.

He got closer to the younger woman sitting on the floor and reached out, retracting his weapons in the process. Y/N took it, surprised by how warm his hand was. “Are you alright?”, he asked, his deep accented voice swapping like an ice-back over a swollen ankle, soothing the fear that was still in her chest. “Y-Yes!”, she managed to stutter out. “T-Thank you.”

She was hoisted up to her feet again, supported by the strong arms of the stranger, who seemed to have no problem with her weight at all. Suddenly, one of his hands reached behind her head and brushed through her hair before examining it. “You are bleeding.”, his rumbled. She was right. His entire palm was covered in blood and slowly running down to his fingers. “The wound needs tending.”

Y/n sighed in frustration and stared at the hand. “I’ll go to the doctor tomorrow, don’t worry.” “No.”, was the only answer she got before the grip on her arm tightened. His eyes seemed to become sterner. “Now.” With that, he pulled the younger woman with him and they both walked down the streets, still hidden in the dark of the night. “Where do you live?” “A few blocks from here, the f/c house.”

Y/N hissed in pain as sudden dizziness came over her causing her almost to fall again if it wasn’t for those strong arms catching her just a second before she hit the cold stone. She heard the stranger mumble something under his breath in a langue that she recognized as Japanese before hoisting her up to her feet again, his right arm now wrapped around her shoulder.

The walk was silent, and the only thing the young woman was the steady breaths of her savior, their steps and the cars rushing by. Not one of them said a word until they stood in front of Y/N’s house. “Give me the key.”, the black-haired man demanded, and the younger obeyed, feeling how all strength was literally running out of her body. Within seconds, they were inside, and the younger woman was led to the living room, forced to sit on the couch, the stranger seating himself across of her.

“W-What is your name?”, she asked. “I’d like to know who saved me from that fucking pervert.” “Oroku Saki.”, was his only answer, still looking into her eyes, only breaking the contact when he was blinking. “I’m Y/N.”, she smiled, rubbing her head carefully, earning a sharp “Stop.”, from the man sitting in front of her. “You will infect it.”

“Where is your first-aid-kid?” “In my (I don’t know where you are keeping it, so insert the place here).  I always keep it there.” He made a low sound, stood up and returned with it shortly after. Oroku Saki walked around the young woman and took her head in his hands. She felt warm fingers working on her, running through her hair. A wet cloth, which he apparently brought with him, touched the rim of the wound, causing her to wince.

Bandaged were wrapped around the back of her head and forehead and a soft clap met her shoulder. “Thank you.”, Y/N whispered and smiled when he came into view again. “Don’t mention it.”, Saki murmured and sat down. “What were you doing in that street anyway. That’s one of the most criminal environments that ever exists. I mean, you can defend yourself, I saw that, but still…” A look of pure amusement seemed to cross his face and a low chuckle sounded through the room like the younger woman just told the best joke ever.

“Business.”, he answered, stretched himself, and leaned back. Y/N nodded, not wanting to dig deeper into her savior’s personal life. “Do you want to stay here for the night? It’s late and the busses take forever to arrive in this part of the city.” Saki seemed to consider her offer for a moment, closing his eyes, before nodding. “Yes, that would be kind of you.”

Slowly, the injured one of them stood up with supporting herself on the furniture. “I’ve got a guest room down the hallway, feel free to do stay as long as you want. This is the least I can do. I’m going to sleep, if you need anything, just wake me up. Sorry if this seems rude, but I think I really need rest now.” “Yes, you do.”, he said, and too, stood up. “Goodnight.”, Y/N called as she walked towards the bedroom, surprised when she got a response for those words. “Goodnight, Y/N”

---

Saki sighed as he laid down onto the soft sheets of the unfamiliar bed, relaxing fully against it, allowing himself to sink into his thoughts. This woman, Y/N, really was a strange human, and what was even stranger, she didn’t know him. All world almost knew his face thanks to those turtles who spoiled his first plan. Either she didn’t recognize him, or she really did not know who he was.

But to be honest, he didn’t mind. It was quite pleasing to talk to the young her…or rather like to let her talk and listen to him. Finally, someone saw him as a human, and not as a monster. Unfortunately, he would have to leave early in the morning to make sure those idiots Bebop and Rocksteady won’t mess up their task, but he was certain that he would see Y/N again. If not by accident on the street, then he would definitely come back only to enjoy her company.

With a small smile, the Ninja closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

---

To be honest, Y/N wasn’t too surprised when she found Saki gone the next day, she already expected something like that. At first, she even believed yesterday’s events were just some crazy dream she had, but the bandage wrapped around her head and the note she found on the fridge which read “I hope we will see each other again.”, told her otherwise

When she entered the guest-room, a faint smell of soap met her senses, and she knew, her savior couldn’t have been gone for long. A small smile graced her face as she moved herself to the kitchen again to make breakfast, seating herself on the couch and turning the TV on afterward. Today, they were repeating her favorite movie, and Y/N really wanted to watch it, distracting herself from the previous events, when suddenly, the News popped up. The young woman groaned in annoyance, he hated it when they did that, but she still continued to watch. Maybe something interesting happened.

“Two days ago, the infamous villain Shredder escaped from prison. The police are searching for him in every angle of the city, but there is no evidence where he is now. If you see that man on the street, please call the police immediately, this is one of the most, if not the most, dangerous criminal in the words.”

As the picture of the man was shown, she almost spits her food out. There, on the TV screen, was the face of the man that saved her from her best friend’s boyfriend yesterday. Oroku Saki, was the Shredder? The one and only Shredder that almost forced New York into slavery? Oh god. She leaned back and rubbed her forehead, the soft fabric of the bandage touching the tips of her fingers.

The probably most dangerous man alive saved her, not wanting anything in return, even took care of her injuries…Why? Somehow, Y/N couldn’t wait to see him again, she had so many questions, and she wanted answers.

Part 2

[the--blackdahlia]

Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 12 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 12

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings:  Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

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Tommy snagged (Y/n) while Nikki went backstage with the others.

“Tommy, what are you doing?” (Y/n) asked.

“I am going to take you backstage to meet the guys!” he said and carried her on his shoulder. (Y/n) squealed as he took her backstage. “Hey fuckers, come out here and meet my baby sister!” Tommy yelled.

“Tommy, I’m not a baby.” (Y/n) told him.

“Ok Tommy hold on,” Nikki said as he took off his makeup. When he turned around he froze and his smile faltered a bit.

“Guys, this is my sister (Y/n) Bass!” Tommy said proudly. “I tried to get her to use Lee, but she’s happy with our last name.” (Y/n) smiled shyly at the three, trying not to look into Nikki’s eyes.

“Nice to meet you,” Nikki mumbled as he shook (Y/n)’s hand.

“Wow, you look nothing like Tommy, thank god.” Vince walked up to her and smiled. “Hi,” he flirted trying to get Nikki jealous.

“Hey dude, back off my sister.” Tommy laughed. “She’s off limits to all three of you fuckers. And I mean, Nikki’s got that girl he’s seeing anyway, but still.”

Nikki looked at (Y/n), “yeah ok Tommy.” Nikki took a breath. “Excuse me.” he left the room and out to the hallway.

“I’m gonna go get some air. It smells like man in here.” (Y/n) teased, leaving Tommy, Mick, and Vince alone. She headed out into the hallway, freezing when she saw Nikki. She thought about turning to head the other way, but he spotted her.

Rushing to her, he took her hand and pulled her away from the band. They reached the back alley and Nikki ran a hand across his hair.  

“Nikki…” (Y/n) said softly.

“When were you going to tell me?” he asked.

“It never came up. I didn’t think about it.” She told him, watching him pace. She took a deep breath. “I don’t live at the dorm either. I still live at home. I didn’t want to tell you because I wanted you to not think of me as some nerdy kid.” She turned and started walking away.

”(Y/n) where are you going?” he sighed and looked at her.

“I’m going to find my sister and I’m going home!” (Y/n) told him. Nikki waited out there for a bit, smoking a bit before he headed inside.

Inside to where Athena and Vanessa still were, but not (Y/n).

“Where’s (Y/n)?” Nikki looked around for her and then back to them.  

“Oh she left a while ago I thought.” Vince shrugged. “Why?” Nikki turned on his heels and ran down the hallway. “Nikki!” But Nikki didn’t hear him.

Nikki looked frantically around as searched for (Y/n). He could see her down the street. A man was following her. Nikki felt a rush of adrenalin as he pushed past the man and reached (Y/n).

“Why did you leave?” he tooks gasping breaths and placed his hands on his knees. “We need to talk and I mean really talk… please?” he looked up at her his chest heaving with every breath he took. Looking behind her he glared at the man who was following her.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me anymore…” (Y/n) admitted.

“I’m just in shock… ok I mean… you are this wonderful, amazing smart girl and… I don’t care that you live with your parents, hell you’re going to college and I can already imagine how expensive it can kind of be. But (Y/n), you’re Tommy’s sister… it... I… I don’t want us to end. But I’m scared at how he’ll react.”  

“You feel awkward, don’t you?” (Y/n) asked. “I’m sorry Nikki. I just wanted to get to know you. I wanted a chance before Tommy would fuck it up…”

“He would have tried to fuck it up either way,” NIkki smiled at her. “It’s Tommy.”

“That is true. Why do you think I haven’t been on like any dates ever. Or I’m still a...you know…” She laughed awkwardly. “My brother and sister are a little...protective…”

“Athena knows, right? I mean… Look you’re nineteen, you vote, you can drink.” Nikki could feel his high coming down. “Tommy isn't your dad, he can't control you (Y/n). You want to give me your virginity that’s your decision not his… but in this day and age to find a guy who can be patient is not easy, and…. It’s up to you what you want to do.” Nikki ran a hand across his face. “Come on… am I taking you home or to Vanessa’s dorm? Although I think I saw her making out with Vince when I came to run after you”

“Then I guess I better go home.” She sighed. “You don’t have to take me. I can walk. It’s not that bad and I’m sure you have some...things to attend to.” She saw the girls on the strip, how they threw themselves at the band. She wasn’t like them. She knew that. She stuck out like a pink flamingo surrounded by swans.

“Not like this (Y/n), I am not going to let you go alone.” He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back towards the club to grab his things and his car. “Get in, NOW!” (Y/n) nodded and got in the car.

NIkki made his way in and grabbed his stuff.

“Hey man!” Tommy said. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m meeting up with my girlfriend. She and her friends are going to a party in the valley so I’ll be over there.” he looked at Athena and winked. “So I’ll catch you guys tomorrow.”

“Oh a party! I love parties!” Tommy said. “Can I go?”

NIkki gave a devilish smirk, “Sure let me write down the address.” Nikki proceeded to write down a random address from the valley and laughed. Tommy was going to be in for a surprise when there was no party or girls. “Here you go man, have fun.”

Without another word Nikki walked to his car. He put his things in the trunk and climbed in. Peeling off onto the road he looked at (Y/n), “hungry?”  

“Kinda.” She admitted. “I had brunch with Tommy this morning and that’s about it.”

“How about a something quick and we can just talk somewhere… really talk.” Nikki looked at her as he pulled up through a fast food restaurant drive through and ordered them some food. After that, Nikki drove her up to the Hollywood sign, just like on their first date. Taking the food he placed it on the hood and helped her up. “OK, so… how are we going to do this?”

“What do you mean?” (Y/n) asked, looking at him.

“Ok, I can just tell them that my girlfriend is busy with getting her degree, and making sure she keeps her grades up to get a good job.” NIkki shrugged and took a bite out of his burger. “We can try and not hang out too much on the strip… do some dates in a different part.”  

“You still want me to be your girlfriend?” (Y/n) asked, a little surprised.

“Only if you still want to be,” NIkki sighed as he looked out at the view of the city. “I don’t deserve you… but I really like you (Y/n).” She leaned in and pressed her lips against his, moaning softly as she did.

“Does that answer your question?” She asked when she pulled away, only to be pulled in for another kiss. Nikki deepened the kiss his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands found their way under her shirt. His fingers dancing on her skin.

“Nikkik, I’m ready.” (Y/n) told him, blushing softly.

“Hotel? Or your parent’s house?” he whispered as he looked into her eyes.

“No one is home except for me for a month.” (Y/n) whispered. “Let’s go.”

NIkki helped her down and back in the car. Driving towards her house he parked a block away in case Tommy was there.

“Tommy doesn’t come around unless he wants something,” (Y/n) told him. “Come on.” She took his hand and led him in and to her room. There were so many books and rock posters on the walls. Nikki made a mental note to take her to a bookstore for a date sometime. She turned and kissed him deeply.

Nikki led her to the bed and laid her down. His fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt. Breaking the kiss so that he could take it off, he did the same to his own and kissed her again. Her kiss was intoxicating, it was better than any bump of cocaine he ever had.

“Nikki.” (Y/n) whispered, his calloused fingers trailing on her skin. “I want this.”

NIkki paused looking at her face and sighed. “You don’t have to do this to impress me (Y/n), you’re amazing and….”  her lips crashed in his as she rolled him on his back taking the initiative.

“I told you I wanted this.” She told him, kissing him roughly. “Just...give me some guidance, okay?”

“Whatever you say sweet girl,” Nikki smiled as she worked on removing his pants. He smiled at the way she looked at his cock. “What is it (Y/n)?”

“The only one I’ve ever seen was when Vanessa stole a stack of Playgirls from her aunt's house,” (Y/n) admitted. “And a certain brother of mine when he runs through the neighborhood naked on a dare.”

“OH well, don’t be shy he’s really happy to see you,” he chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair. “He loves being played with.” She looked up at him as she shyly wrapped her fingers around him. With a deep breath, she bowed her head and took the tip into his mouth, sucking on it gently. “Shit, just like that sweet girl” He moaned as he bucked his hips at her touch. The pressure was just right for someone who had never done it before. She relaxed and let him slide into her mouth, closing her eyes as she bobbed her head. Vanessa and Athena had given her some tips for if she was ever in the position to lose her v-card. She just didn’t think it was ever going to happen.

“F-f-fuck,” he moaned as he threw his head back. (Y/n) cupped his balls the way Vanessa told her how to, but she wasn’t expecting this reaction. She could feel him twitch in her mouth as she continued to suck on him. That’s when Nikki suddenly pushed her back.

“Did...did I do something wrong?” She asked. She had done something very right and it was going to end the evening a lot sooner if she didn’t stop.

“No, baby girl, It’s just…” he blushed. “If I don’t stop you the night might end too soon and I still haven’t made you cum.” he brought her up and laid her down on the bed. She gasped softly, watching as he worked her out of her panties. “That is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” he smiled at her.

“W-what are you gonna do?” She asked, watching him.

“I’m going to make you see stars sweet girl,” he muttered against her neck as he sucked on her pulse. He trailed down along her body taking her nipples into his mouth sucking on them making them erect. “Mmmmm, your skin tastes so sweet.”

His fingers danced down to her mound his face following after as he licked on long strip along her folds. She was already wet with anticipation and she tasted sweet against his tongue.

“Oh god!” (Y/n) moaned, bucking her hips some. “F-fuck.” The noises she was making was making Nikki harder than he thought he could be. He pushed a finger gently into her hole curling it finding her g-spot. He smiled at the whine she made and moved his finger slowly in and out of her. “N-Nikki…” She gasped. His finger was bigger than hers, and it felt so different than it did the night before. So much better.

Nikki sucked on her clit as he added a second finger. “Cum for me sweet girl let me feel you cum on my fingers,” he went back to sucking on her clit as he moved his fingers faster into her.

“Oh god!” (Y/n) called out as she came around his fingers. Breathing heavy, she glanced down at him to see him smiling. “Wow…” She panted.

“Fun’s not over sweet girl,” he pulled her in for a kiss letting her taste herself on him. She kissed him deeply, keeping her arms wrapped around him.

“You still have to cum, right?” (Y/n) asked.

“I have to make you feel better than what you just felt,” Nikki smirked and went to his jeans to grab a condom. “You think you’re ready for me?”

“You...I don’t think you’re gonna fit…” (Y/n) said, watching him. She was a little nervous. Girls at school always said it hurt the first time.

“Shhhhh,” Nikki caressed her cheek, “I’m going to go nice and slow sweet girl,” he lined up and pushed into her slowly. He bit his lip to keep from spilling. He stopped every inch to get her used to his size until he bottomed out. His hips were flushed with hers as he stayed still letting her adjust to his size. He could see the blood from her walls stretching.  She grabbed onto him, burying her face in his shoulder. It hurt, that was true, but it felt good at the same time.

“Nikki…” She whispered. “M-move.”

NIkki moved slowly at taking long strides. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt her walls clenched around him. She felt nothing like the countless girls he had fucked. But this wasn’t fucking, this was something else, this scared the life out of him. Guys like him don’t get girls like (Y/n).

“Fuck…” (Y/n) gasped into his ear. The pain was starting to fade away. She moved her hips to get more friction. It was feeling amazing.

Nikki began moving faster as her walls slicked up. He took her lips in his and kissed her deeply. He swallowed her moans and screams as he felt her walls flutter around him. He loved the feel of him.

"I'm...I'm close…" she purred. "N-Nikki."

“Cum for me (Y/n). Just relax and let go,” he groaned as he sucked on her pulse and continued his thrusts. He smiled at the feel of her walls fluttering around him as she came he couldn’t hold off and spilled into the condom.

(Y/n) laid there as Nikki rolled off of her and pressed against her side. She felt him gently touching her, offering assurance that she was okay.

"Did I do good?" She asked him.

“Good?” Nikki chuckled. “Sweet girl you were AMAZING!” he pulled her in for a deep kiss. “You give me a couple minutes to rest and we can do it again.”

Nikki and (Y/n) spent the night loving each other over and over and over again. By Midnight, Nikki wrapped (Y/n) in his arms with the blankets over  them as they fell asleep.

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[vagrantblvrd]

Gav being grabbed by a rival crew and knowing the crew will save him?

Anon, you have hit me with like a super favorite trope, just so you know.

(But yes okay, gonna deviate from the norm a little with this one because I thought of something that cracks me up to no end?)

Gavin out and about doing Gavin Things and he gets snatched off the street by some assholes.

Leads them a merry little chase first because you don’t just let yourself get nabbed unless it’s part of a Plan. (Or you know the nabbers in question, how they think and are likely to act and all that.)

Fast little bastard who’s definitely on the resourceful side of things to boot. You know the others are always on him about learning to be a better fighter. (He’s still not much of a CQB kind of guy, tries to avoid it if he can because he knows his limits, but he knows how to defend himself.)

Like, he knows the basics and all. Can throw a decent punch because God knows Dan insisted on him knowing way back when. (Before he really got into the criminal life and they were a pair of idiot kids being amazingly dumb about everything.)

And then he got to America and learned some things the hard way, turned into a scrappy little bastard. (Scrappier, at any rate.)

Michael and Jeremy have picked up where Dan left off in a way, all those times Gavin gets tackled into a wrestling match for being a little shit and so on because Gavin.

There are less…antagonistic scenarios too, though. A moment on a heist or other job in which things turned to shit and Gavin got into a situation he couldn’t take his way out of or was disarmed or just didn’t have the time/chance to go for a weapon. Got roughed up a bit before he got the upper hand or one of the others came to his rescue.

So of course they’d drag him down to the gym at the penthouse or somewhere else and insist on a “refresher” course on the punching and hitting and whatnot. Trevor and Jeremy and whoever else has some martial arts training under their belts do their best to teach him the basics at the very least.

(Becomes this mandatory thing in the crew that you know the basics of self-defense and so on because  because dangerous lives and you never know. Jeremy and Trevor and whoever else taking time out to offer lessons or whatnot to those interested, or maybe they know someone who knows someone who runs a discreet dojo or what have you and I’m getting sidetracked, but you get the general idea.)

Anyway.

Gavin leads these assholes a merry little chase, puts up a decent fight but in the end he doesn’t have a lot of choice in the matter. Gets dragged off somewhere where they ~politely question him about something or other.

Want details and other information about the crew and what they’re up to. Anything they can think of he might know, and Gavin being Gavin he’s not the most cooperative.

Plays little games with them, wastes their time and their so-called polite questions get less and less so and he gets more and more roughed up because violence is a language they’re all acquainted with and so forth.

They get real annoyed with Gavin because he’s just so smug??? Like he knows without a doubt the others will come looking for him – to be honest, so do the baddies because everyone knows how the Fakes are, you know?

Stupid loyal and it’s smarter not to fuck with them like this, but these guys think they’re smarter than the Fakes and so on and just.

Take to taunting Gavin about how the crew won’t find where they’ve taken him and all that, and Gavin?

He just chuckles and chortles and tell them they’ve picked a bad day to do all this and doesn’t elaborate? Just sits there and smirks at these assholes while they keep asking questions he doesn’t give them the right answers to because why would he? (Oh, he plays along after the first few hours, gives them outdated information and the like. Things that will have them chasing their tails if any of them are left after all is said and done and so on, but yeah, no. They’re nowhere in the vicinity of being enough of a threat he’d come close to giving them anything they want.)

And then!

And then there’s this ruckus going on outside – gunshots and explosions and (presumably because of said explosions) things on fire.

Screaming? So much screaming. (Until there isn’t, and then things just get creepy.)

The door to the room Gavin and his guards/interrogator is in gets kicked open and there is Michael and Jeremy and Ryan because you know Geoff sent them after Gavin after the little fucker messed with his suits.

They’re all super pissed off and almost certainly blood on them from artful spatter to more disturbing liberal coating.

Gavin looks at the guy in charge who is :O because how could this happen??? and is just :DDDDDDDDDDD “I told you you picked a bad day for this.”

Because look, okay.

Gavin instigated a little prank war not too long ago – or maybe the others started it and he either got dragged into it or jumped in with both feet and all that, but the details aren’t important – and the others have been fucking looking for him for days now.

The Vagabond’s hair is some random anime-ish color (or maybe Gavin was ~devious and somehow managed to Rimmy Tim it to throw the blame on Jeremy and see how that all played out?). Outside the building they’re in one of the Rimmy Tim-mobiles is *gasp* a stock color, completely de-Rimmied.

Michael hasn’t been able to find his mini-gun anywhere and also his phone’s ringtones and message notifications have been changed to that godawful bird-shriek sound Gavin loves so fucking much, and just.

A lot of other things I can’t think of right now and this whole bit where Gavin went and got himself caught is barely a blip on any of their radars right now.

(That whole thing where they barge in and take down the guards like an afterthought because they’re still so pissed at Gavin? Just tore through all the other assholes between them and Gavin because they were minor annoyance and Gavin is so fucking dead, okay. Not gonna let these other assholes have the pleasure of that because there’s a fucking line.)

Like, yes.

Gavin’s got a hell of a black eye and various other bruises and minor injuries. Wrists a little red from testing his bonds and whatnot, but no serious attempt to free himself just yet. (Might have done if the others didn’t show up just then because it’s been a lovely day but he’s got business to deal later and all.)

The head baddie opens his mouth – to taunt them or gloat or whatever – and one of the boys shoots him. Annoyed about the inconvenience of tracking Gavin all the fucking way out to the boonies like this and bang another dead body on the floor and Gavin :DDDDDD at the others because hi, hello, fancy meeting you here?

Michael scowling at him because Gavin’s an idiot? Can’t be allowed out without adult supervision or something like this happens, and don’t think you’re off the hook for the shit you pulled you asshole even as he’s cutting Gavin free. (Checking to make sure the little idiot’s not concussed or worse, gentle hands even as he’s yelling at him.)

And Jeremy’s just kind of fuming because his car, Gavin, his goddamn car. Ryan is >:(((((((((((  because Gavin replaced all his spare masks with a lovely little selection of random masks, including Michael’s frankly amazing Tiny Potato mask from Sky Factory and so on.

(He’s also currently wearing the Drama mask from the Drama/Comedy theater mask combo because he’s kind of a huge nerd.)

Anyway, they get Gavin the hell out of there still super annoyed at him and take him back to the penthouse where he gets patched up but everyone’s still super pissed!

Don’t forget you little shit!!1!

(Gavin’s just yes, yes, okay, I know, all shaking in his shoes and all, and also :DDDDDDDDD because lolol, which just annoys everyone more.)

Clearly they can’t retaliate now, what with Gavin looking like shit, but just fucking wait, asshole!!1!

And, okay. Maybe – maybe! - they kind of fuck with him a little. Draw dicks and other fun things on his face in sharpie after he falls asleep on them and other fun prank war 101 shit because they can’t have him thinking he’s gonna get away with all the shit he pulled, okay? >:((((((((((((((((((((((((

Also! Just to make sure the asshole doesn’t try to sneak out on them to avoid facing the consequences his his (prank war) actions there may be a cuddle pile. (Not because the asshole went and got roughed up or anything, God no.)

Also, also, Gavin totally doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night in said cuddle pile to snap a few photos – blackmail material, really! - with all these soft, squishy feelings, goodness no.

[love-of-fandoms]

Loving You: Chapter 20

Master List

Sorry this is so late!!

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Kandomere’s eyes opened at the sound of the door opening, and he squinted to see through the dark. The hunched silhouette of Daryl shuffled toward the stairs, muttering about a medical bill. “$25,000 for a hip surgery, what’s the fucking insurance for, then?” he grumbled, pausing when he saw Kandomere’s bright eyes staring at him. He stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding his head upwards. “Sup.” he greeted, beginning to move towards the stairs before pausing again, looking over his shoulder. “Oh and she knows about the whole… bright bullshit, if you wanna talk to her about magic or… something…”. He veered off to the counter and quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper, tossing $50 on the counter with it and quietly creeping up the stairs without another word. Freya shifted, mumbling. “Huh?”. Kandomere kissed her forehead, shushing her. “Nothing, querida, go back to sleep,” he muttered, and Freya sighed, snuggling back into his chest. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she whispered, almost immediately falling back asleep. The next time the mates awoke was to Kandomere’s alarm going off, the sound some random pre-installed audiobit that nobody really thought twice about. Freya’s head rose slightly, sighing and pushing herself up and off the couch. She stumbled, being not quite awake enough to have her normal coordination (which in itself was kind of limited-not counting martial arts). Kandomere’s hands shot out to steady her at her waist, surprisingly alert for having just woken up, and once he was certain Freya was steady, his hands released her. Freya muttered a quick ‘thanks’ as she stumbled over to the kitchen to turn the kettle on for some tea. Daryl hadn’t even had a tea kettle until her first girls day with Sofia, where the young girl had been introduced to the wonders of tea and demanded they get a kettle for boiling water. “Tea?” Freya called from the kitchen. “Or coffee?” she asked, and Kandomere came into the kitchen combing his fingers through his hair. “Coffee would be lovely,” he smiled, giving her a quick peck on the lips before moving to the counter and inspecting the note Daryl had left.Thanks for the help FreyaSorry it was last minuteMy mom is fine, it was a pretty low risk surgery, and I know you’re going to ask: it’s fine that the elf is here, I just don’t want anything to do with magical shit-D Kandomere walked over to where Freya was sifting through a cabinet looking for tea and tapped her shoulder, handing her the note and $50. Freya quickly read the note, then rolled her eyes, throwing the $50 back on the table. “He keeps trying to pay me for babysitting,” she explained, seeing Kandomere’s puzzled furrow of his brow. “I have enough money, and a backdoor into my ex-parents’ bank account, I don’t need to get paid to babysit them,” she told him, then tensed. “I just told you, an FBI agent, out loud, that I still use my ex-parents’ bank account illegally,” she mumbled. Kandomere laughed and kissed her temple. “Good thing that that isn’t my division, then,” he smirked slightly. “But yes, it is not a good idea to tell a federal agent that you’re stealing money from your ex-parents,” his smirk widened at the red tint that had creeped from Freya’s face to her ears. Just then, they heard some thuds coming down the stairs, and looked up to see Daryl stumbling down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. “Coffee,” he grumbled, taking the mug that Freya handed him with a quiet “thanks”. His turned his head, once his eyes were actually open, and saw the $50 still on the table. “Ugh,” he groaned, turning to Freya with the bill in his hand. “Just take the goddamn money Freya,” he demanded, and Freya rolled her eyes. “You know, you could use the $50 to pay that guy who gets rid of the fairies!” she groaned, and Daryl’s eyes shifted away from her. “What? Psh… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, but Freya just glared at him. “Sherri is going to realize eventually that the fairies are getting at your bird feeder… again,” she said, a threatening undertone to her voice. Kandomere chose this moment to pipe up. “You have a fairy problem?” he asked, and Daryl and Freya both turned to him. “Uh… yeah,” Daryl said, eyes narrowing a bit. “Do you know how to get rid of those fuckers?” he asked, and Kandomere nodded, to his surprise. Both men barely registered Freya’s soft utterance of ‘language’ as Sofia walked down the stairs. “Mix in some hot pepper with the bird seed,” he said, to which Daryl raised his eyebrows. “The fairies hate spice, but birds don’t notice it,” he explained, and Daryl nodded. “Thanks,” he said, seeing Sofia and giving her a quick hug good morning. “Good morning Auntie Freya!” she giggled, giving Freya a tight hug before moving to hug Kandomere, not noticing Daryl’s tensing. “Uncle Kandy,” she greeted, and Daryl literally choked on his coffee, Freya patting him awkwardly on the back. “Kandy?” Daryl stuttered through his laughter, which Kandomere’s icy glare immediately silenced.“Only your daughter and son are allowed to use that name, you call me that and I will make your life a living hell,” he threatened softly, Daryl quickly responding with his hands in the air. “Fuck dude, alright,” he muttered, Sofia glaring up at him. “Language, Freya says swearing in front of children is rude,” she admonished, Daryl sighing and rolling his eyes softly. “Thank you sweetie, now go get ready for school,” he mumbled, pushing her softly back towards the stairs. As Sofia walked up the stairs Freya trailed after her, turning to go get the stirring Charlie from his crib. “Good morning, Sir Charles!” she giggled, lifting him up and smothering his cheeks with kisses. The baby giggled, his face scrunching up as Freya placed a final kiss on his nose. After changing him, Freya came downstairs with Charlie in her arms and Sofia trailing right behind her. “Sofia, hop in the car sweetie, I’ll be out in a sec,” Daryl said, giving her a peck on the crown of her head before turning to Freya. “Do you mind watching Charlie today?” he sighed, and Freya nodded. “Not at all! I’ll take any time I can get with this kid!” she squealed, squeezing Charlie a little tighter to her chest for a second, causing Kandomere’s chest to get a little tight watching her, his heart swelling with admiration for his mate. Daryl gave Freya a kiss on the cheek as he ran out the door. “Thanks! I owe you dinner!” he shouted over his shoulder. “I’ll settle for ice cream!” Freya shouted right back, giggling as Daryl sped out of the driveway in the direction of Sofia’s school. The human turned to her mate, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Can you give me a ride back to my place?” she asked, and he nodded. “Of course, querida,” he confirmed, awkwardly maneuvering so he could give Freya a proper kiss without crushing Charlie between them. The infant burst into a fit of giggles, Freya quickly pulling away before the spit bubble could get on Kandomere’s shirt. “Let’s go grab your stuff, huh?” she (rhetorically) asked the baby, going up the stairs to his nursery to grab his diaper bag and some other things. Kandomere followed with a fond smile on his face as Freya got ready to go, somehow managing to hold the baby and diaper bag while running her fingers through her hair quickly. Of course, that didn’t go on for long, Kandomere quickly coming to her aid and snatching the diaper bag. “I’ll bring this to the car,” he smiled at her and she beamed right back at him. “Thank you!” Soon the couple and baby were in the car on the road. Since Kandomere’s car was, obviously, not equipped for a baby, Charlie had to sit on Freya’s lap, the human holding him tightly to her chest. Once they turned off Daryl’s street Kandomere leaned over to switch the radio on, some Pink Floyd coming through the speakers. As the cash register clinged and the bassline started Charlie started squirming with a smile on his face. Charlie tried to turn his head to look at Freya, and she ended up turning him in her lap so he could look at her as he babbled along to Money. “Do you recognize this one?” she asked him, having played many albums for him over her numerous times babysitting for Daryl. Charlie’s babbling crescendoed and he let out a squeal. “I’m so proud of you! Liking Pink Floyd! What a good taste in music you have!” she fawned over him, and Kandomere smirked, sparing a glance at his mate. The elf’s smirk turned into a full on smile seeing the smiles on both humans’ faces. Would our kid’s ears be pointed or round? He wondered, not that he would particularly care, he was more trying to picture what their children would look like should they have any. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned his attention back to the road. Soon they were at The Floral Sprite and the sprites were rushing from the greenhouse to gush over Charlie. Freya giggled and set him down on one of her work tables, letting the sprites ‘awe’ at him as Kandomere gaped, wondering what exactly was going on. Freya strolled back over to him, filling him in quickly. “Sprites adore babies,” she explained, gesturing to the work table, where some of the sprites had began to relentlessly tickle Charlie. “Ah,” he muttered lowly, tensing as the sprites all froze and looked towards him, not liking the looks they were giving him. “You need to come with us,” Tillie demanded, her and a couple others grabbing onto Kandomere and beginning to drag him towards the greenhouse. “Guys-” Freya began to protest, but Kandomere cut her off. “It’s fine, querida,” he assured, but Freya pouted, unconvinced. “Don’t you have work?” she asked, and Kandomere shook his head. “I’m only on call today, I have no active cases at the moment,” he explained, allowing the sprites to pull him into the greenhouse and begin their interrogation. “Look,” Tillie said, crossing her arms and fluttering up so she was face to face with Kandomere, or, making eye contact at least, with her body being about the size of his face… “We know you’re mates and all, but as per the girl code-” many of the sprites began to giggle, some of them rolling their eyes. “We do need to tell you, if you hurt her in any way, we will take out a hit on you,” she threatened, Kandomere’s eyes widened a bit. “A hit?” he asked. “As in a mob hit?” Tillie nodded. “We have our connections…” she answered vaguely, shooing the elf away as the sprites began to tend to some flowers. Kandomere shrugged, realizing that the somewhat awkward encounter was over, and walked back out into the main store. Upon going through the door, however, the elf paused, trying to process what he was seeing. Freya was squatting at the end of a table with her phone perpendicular to said table. On the table was a huge flower pot holding Charlie, who had a small flower tucked behind his ear as his head poked out the top of the flower pot. After Freya snapped a picture, Kandomere cleared his throat. “What are you doing?” he asked, and Freya turned to him, smiling shyly. “It’s for the website…” she said softly, lifting Charlie out of the flower pot and holding him to her hip. “And yes I have Daryl’s permission,” she said quickly, though the specification was unnecessary. Kandomere smiled and shook his head a bit. “Okay,” he said. “What are you doing today?” he asked, and Freya shrugged.“I’m just manning the store most of the day, I have a couple bouquets I need to put together and I need to get some roses for the single display…” she trailed off, getting lost in her head running through what she had to do for the store.“Can I help with anything?” Kandomere asked, and Freya looked up at him with a perplexed look.“Are you sure?” she asked, and Kandomere nodded.“Of course, what do you need help with?” he asked again, and Freya looked around.“I guess I could use some help just setting up displays around the store…” she mumbled, gesturing vaguely to the various shelves she had set up. Kandomere nodded, going to do just that. Soon customers were coming in and out of the store and Kandomere’s clothes were completely covered in dirt. He didn’t seem to notice, but Freya definitely did, awkwardly shifting. “I could’ve given you an apron,” she muttered as there was a lull in customers at the register, but Kandomere shook his head. “It’s fine, mi amor,” he assured her, pecking her forehead before scooping Charlie up and checking to make sure he didn’t need a change. Freya’s heart throbbed just seeing Kandomere so casually and seamlessly fitting into her life. Just then a customer came to the register, gently placing a hanging plant on the counter. “Your son is adorable,” she smiled at them, Kandomere and Freya awkwardly glancing at each other and then Charlie.  “A-actually we’re just babysitting him,” Freya blushed, ringing the woman up and collecting the cash, going into the register to make change. “Oh,” the woman went on, completely unphased by the discovery. “Well I’m sure you two would have the most adorable children,” she laughed lightheartedly, taking her chage and plant and leaving the store, leaving a blushing Freya and a smirking Kandomere.

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