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mobbu-min · 2 years

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☆ cat, kitty, cat (2) ☆

summary: In which an alchemy lesson went wrong and your favorite housewarden is turned into a kitten. Now you're tasked with caring for him.

a/n: due to popular demand, here is pt.2 to cat, kitty, cat! i can't thank you all enough for all the support and likes i've gotten! i couldn't fit all the housewarden in this part, but i will in pt.3!

featuring: Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim

!tw! cursing, spider, the leech twins

*you can find the other parts here! -> one, three

Azul Ashengrotto <3

“Get away from me, Floyd! I came for Azul! Not you!” You shouted in fear. Your breaths come out haggard the faster you push yourself to run.

“Oh~ C’mon shrimpy! Play with me!” Floyd laughed, running at you with full speed.

It was something out of a horror film. The narrow hallway, flickering lights, Floyd’s heavy footsteps and joyful, definitely maniacal, laughter. It was too much for your poor heart to handle. You really wished Azul would choose a better place to meet up. You basically had a whole ass workout every time you visited Monstro Lounge.

As fast as you could, you slammed open the door and shut it in the nick of time. Floyd’s loud whines echoing in your ears. Taking a large breath, you teased behind the thick door, “Ha! I won this time you slimy bitch!”

“I told you I’m not slimy! Just slippery!” You could see Floyd’s annoyed frown and ‘puppy-dog’ eyes. His manic laughter caught you off guard though. “Ahaha! I totally forgot!”

“Forgot what?” You questioned, leaning your ear against the door.

“Oh nothing shrimpy~ Have fun with Azul~” Floyd cooed, his footsteps growing fainter by the second. With a huff, you gently kicked the door in annoyance.

“Damn overgrown beanpole. You really like to get under my skin.” You groaned. Shaking your head you turned around and sat on one of the couches. It was odd for Azul not to be here directly after school and clubs, but chalked it up to him talking to potential clients. “That Azul, ever the hard worker.”

Just as you were about to relax, papers from Azul’s desk scattered across the floor followed by quick scampering. His rollie chair spinning around from the sudden movements. You stood up in a haste. Your heart pumping with fear.

What the hell was that?

You took hesitant steps towards his desk. Slowly coming to terms that maybe Floyd wasn’t just trying to get you riled up. He was eccentric, maybe a little psychotic, but he’s never really been big on lying like Jade. Oh, how you disliked the two.

“H-hello?” you called out gently. Slapping your hand on your face, you muttered, “why would anyone answer that?”

Shaking off your fear, you decided to go for it. Maybe it was just the air conditioning that did that. Yeah, surely it was just the air conditioning. But if it was someone who snuck in, you knew you had to at least do something about it.

Taking large quiet steps, you slowly got onto of Azul’s desk. The intruder wouldn’t expect an attack from above that's for sure. Your hands slowly took a hold of the ledge of the desk and with a deep breath, you stuck your head down.

“I got you!”

As a response, you got the least thing you were expecting. A scared shrill hiss. You blinked and jumped off the desk and crouched in front of the noise. You breathed a sigh of relief and gently cooed at the frightened creature.

“Oh, it’s just a kitten.”

Said kittens backed itself into a corner. Its chubby body curled up and its paws swatted at your hands. Luckily for you, your sleeves covered any attacks from its claws. Fingers delicately petting the top of its head to its ears to calm the small kitten. Trying to show that you were no threat.

“There, there. I’m not here to hurt you, buddy. I’m your friend, not an enemy.” To show your friendliness, you let your hand fall millimeters from his face. Urging it to come close. Slowly, but surely did the kitten sniff your hand and softly butted his small head against your outstretched hand. A small purr escaped its chest. Smiling, you gently coaxed it out of its hiding spot, “See, no one’s here to hurt you little guy. C’mon out, I promise I won’t bite.”

Timidly the little cat walked out of its hiding spot. It stared at you curiously. Soft lilac eyes blinked up at you, sparkling with wonder. Chuckling, you patted your lap signaling the kitten to hop on. Struggling a little due to its chubby body, the kitten soon situated itself on your lap. Snuggling against your thigh.

“You’re adorable. Hm, I wonder why you're here. Did Azul finally open up to my idea about getting a pet?” You laughed at the little kitten licks to your hand, “I guess he did! Azul’s kinda a funny guy if you think about it. Always going on and on about contracts, you'd think he’s an old man disguised as a teenage boy.”

You talked to the kitten for what felt like hours. Slowly forgetting your plans with Azul. The kitten merely purred and curled up impossibly close to your stomach. Finding comfort in your warmth and gentle hands.

The door to Azul’s office opened and out came Jade, holding a container of water and a can of tuna. A look of surprise flashed upon his face. Soon his signature smile graced his pale features again. Walking to you, he greeted you politely, “Good evening, (y/n). I see you and Azul are faring well.”

“Hello to you, Jade. And unfortunately no, Azul and I aren’t faring well. He’s late.” You huffed with a shake of your head. Standing up, you took the kitten in your arms and showed him to Jade, “All I found was a cat, a cute one at that.”

An amused smirk made its way to Jade’s face. Stifling a chuckle, he played along with your obliviousness. Poking the kitten’s belly, he chuckled, “My what a cute little belly. Surely, he must be hungry?”

You gasped and smiled in delight. “I totally forgot that he needs to eat! He’s a baby after all.”

Setting him on Azul’s desk, Jade placed down the tuna and water and pushed the kitten towards the food. “Go on.”

It shook in its place, backing away from Jade’s gaze and mischievous smile. Oblivious to Jade’s expression, you frowned and pushed the kitten forwards, “Eat up. I’m sure you're hungry.” It shook its head. Pushing it forwards, you coaxed, “Go kit-”

“Jade, grab Azul and let’s go!” Floyd said, slouching against the doorframe. His sleepy eyes immediately perked up at the sight of you and the kitten, “Oh! Shrimpy, you’re still here! Been keeping Azul company?”

“They have, though I think I may have given (y/n) too much credit in the brain department. It seems they don’t know the identity of the kitten they’ve grown so fond of.” Jaded answered, walking to stand besides his brother. Two pairs of eyes boring into your frozen body.

T-true identity? You thought, carefully picking up the kitten that squirmed in your hold. Like ice melting from the heat, you stared at the twin totally baffled and shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier!”

☆☆☆

⋆ You didn’t trust either Jade or Floyd to take care of kitten Azul, so you took him back to Ramshackle. Of course, not after Floyd chasing after you, screaming how he just wants to give you and Azul a ‘goodbye squeeze’ aka death. Azul knew better and stayed in the breast pocket of your jacket until the both of you got in the safety of your dorm.

⋆ Maybe i'm a little biased, but Azul’s the cutest kitten. Big round lilac eyes and the softest gray fur. Not to mention his little pancita! So fucking adorable. Tho beware the more you coo and gush over his cuteness, the more embarrassed he gets and attempts to hide away.

⋆ Will faint the moment you press kisses to his little head. And literally wants to die the moment he starts to purr. It’s so embarrassing and your soft laugh doesn’t help!

⋆ Unlike most cats, he loves to play in water. Fill the bathtub up, he’ll happily splash around. This makes bathtime so much easier for you, because Grim always puts up a fight. Azul will fall asleep the moment you bundle him up like a burrito and cradle him to your chest. It's the calmest and most relaxed you’ve ever seen the devious business man to be.

⋆ Unlike the others, Azul will walk beside you and prefers to do so. It gives him some sort of semblance of normalcy. Be careful, because the moment Azul scampers up your leg it's time to book it. The both of you aren’t taking any chances of being crushed to death.

⋆ Like Riddle, he tries to keep up with his studies but it’s not really a priority. Because the moment you are in his line of sight, he’s walking right besides you and meowing for you to acknowledge him.

⋆ Speaking of acknowledging him, you thought Leona was bad, Azul on a whole other level. He’s a little attention seeker and refuses to leave you alone if you don’t scratch behind his ear or pet his head. He will crawl up your leg the longer you ignore him. If he’s feeling daring, he’ll climb up a tree or something high and scream until you come to get him.

⋆ Overall, Azul is pretty chill and living his best life in your arms, though he’ll never say it.

“What else does it look like? It’s coupons for the Monstro Lounge. You’ve wor-eh? N-no! I’m not trying to bribe you to forget! (coughs and clears throat) Ahem, please forgive my outburst. I’ll see you and Grim later tonight.”

Kalim Al-Asim <3

You were wrong, so terribly wrong.

You thought that your braincell and Kalim’s braincell would be able to join forces and make the ulimate braincell, powerful enough to rival Riddles. However you never considered that maybe you and Kalim didn’t have a braincell to begin with.

Well, you did, but that flew out the window in the presence of the sweet housewardern, but that doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is the fact that your lab partner, also number one bestie, stared up at you with the cutest red eyes known to man. You fell to your knees the moment the sweetest meow came out of his mouth. Wiping away your tears, you stared at the spotted kitten.

Maybe you should have listened to Crewel when he said that it wasn’t the brightest idea for the two of you to be paired up together. But alas, you assumed the best and, truthfully, you got the best.

“You’re the absolutely cutest, Kalim! So soft!” You gushed, cradling Kalim close to your chest. Humming in satisfaction the moment purrs escaped his throat. He, what you would only assume, smiled up at you and meowed in delight. “Adorable! Kalim you’re so cute!”

The two of you continued to play on the floor of the alchemy room. Ignorant to the confused and concerned gazes of your classmates or the exasperated sigh of your teacher. In your world, it was only you and Kalim.

That all came crashing down the moment you felt the burning anger of your fellow friend and Kalim’s vice-housewarden grazed your back. Kalim must have felt it too, because in an instant he was clinging to your shirt. Refusing to let go.

“What. the. hell. happened.”

Scooting to stare up at Jamil, you pointed to Kalim and gave him a nervous smile. Your brows creasing in fear and worry, “Um…congrats! You have a pet now!”

Jamil was pissed, Kalim was shaking, and you were on the verge of tears. You didn’t want to die, but it seems like this was the end for you. The cruel cold clutches of death are already clawing at your hands.

Jamil stared down at your tearful face and Kalim’s big red eyes. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. “Oh great sevens.”

Picking Kalim up by his scruff and you by your collar, he shook his head and dragged the both of you out, “I’m never leaving the two of you alone again.”

☆☆☆

⋆ Jamil wouldn’t let Kalim stay with you, unfortunately. Something about poison, family expectations and standards yada yada. You couldn’t hear him over your whining and tears and over Kalim’s sad meowing.

⋆ But you and Kalim are together during the day at least.

⋆ Kalim fur is a light brownish-orange with dark brown spots with a off-white belly. He’s the second smallest of the seven but the most energetic. Like his human counterpart, he has really big red eyes that kinda spooked you when he snuck into your room in the middle of the night. He just stared at you, making no moves, just staring.

⋆ Grim screamed bloody murder that night.

⋆ Kalim refuses to set foot on the ground when you're with him. Just loves sitting on your shoulder or head and staring at everyone and everything because of the new height. Loves to hang out in your pockets. He’s small enough to sleep comfortably in it.

⋆ Another love is to scare you. If Kalim’s not with you, you already know what’s going to happen the moment you turn around a corner or walk by anywhere big enough to hide the energetic kitten. Please pretend to be scared, because his reaction to your ‘frightened’ scream is the best. He jumps around then rolls on the ground then presses up against your leg as an apology.

⋆ Will proudly show you his ‘kills’ which are literally a leaf or flower that's sorta messed up. But Kalim’s funny in a way that you never truly know what you’re going to get despite his typical finding. One day it's a pretty flower, another he’s dropping a big ass hairy spider on your lap and you're screaming and crying, and the next it’s the answers to the next test.

⋆ Overall, a very energetic kitten that makes your day bright and leaves Jamil with the worst headaches in his life.

"Let’s have a sleep over tonight! Eh? What do you mean? (chuckling nervously) O-oh, I did that? Hehe, sorry sorry! I was probably enchanted by your cuteness! So is that a yes or a no to that sleep over? Jamil’s making your favorite!”

#azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim x reader #kalim al asim x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland hcs #twst hcs

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oleander-nin · 8 months

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The Weight of a Letter(11)

A/N: okay, I know he seems out of the blue, but this was planned for so long. Also, sorry it's not 3000(it's 697off), but I really wanted to end it where I did. This was so fun to write. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Words: 2303

Content warnings: None I think? Idk, school, possessive hints, slight paranoia

Chapter 11: A Dirty Liar

I moved through the motions of the day in a quiet buzz. Staying up all night talking to Mikey was fun, but ended up being a bit of a mistake. I could barely sit through each class. I fiddle with the rose I had received this morning along with another letter. It is beautiful, yes, but I’m starting to get unnerved. Today’s letter feels… Off. I don’t know how to describe it, but it doesn’t seem like the others. The sense of admiration and love was still there, but so was a hint of obsession. Danger, even. I glance down at my bag by my feet, shifting in the chair. My letter was sitting just inside the zipper, begging to be read through again. I doubted I could. One of the lines kept sounding through my head, making its way into every thought.

I can’t wait to make you mine for good.

I look down at the flower, frowning slightly. It wasn’t too bad of a line, almost innocent on its own. But reading the letter, with the surrounding thoughts building it up to make it seem like I was falling into a trap? Call me paranoid, but I was starting to fear the letters that once brought me joy.

I suck in a deep breath when the teacher tells us to partner up, grumbling under my breath. I wish I could just stay home and hole up in Irma’s guestroom, away from crowds and prying eyes. Even now I can feel my hair stand on end from someone’s staring, but this time, I could pinpoint it.

My eyes meet a swampy brown hazel, the staring boy’s eyes narrowed behind thick half lens glasses. He glanced down at my rose and scoffs, clearly finding it in distaste. I frown, pulling the delicate flower closer to my chest. Despite my recent mixed feelings towards the letters, I still found the flowers precious. They were mine, and they were still fairly sweet. Even if this random guy disagreed.

I watch him look around at the quickly partnering students, a scowl on his face. He seemed to hate group projects too. Good. I hope he suffers. I turn away from him to see if anyone near me is also without a partner. Maybe if I get this done quickly, I wouldn’t have to worry about any homework. I hate physics.

I scan the classroom, growing agitated as I realize the glaring kid and I were the only ones left. I slump back in my chair, meeting his glare. If he wanted a partner, he would have to come to my desk. I was not getting up for him.

He stands by his desk, face set in what seemed a permanent scowl. I couldn’t help but notice his teeth, the front two being slightly bigger than normal. His black, fading, side buzzed hair was scruffy, small sprigs standing every which way. His purple satin jacket made him stand out the most, his posture too hunched for me to get a proper read on his height. I pull up a knee, staring him down. I wasn’t going to back down, not for him. I didn’t even know why.

It takes the teacher to scold us before he finally trudges over, obnoxiously tugging a desk over to meet mine. I watch his hissy fit with interest, hiding a smug smile behind my hand. I had won our little war, even if it was by accident.

“You better not be stupid.” He hisses, his voice smoother than expected. There was a slight slur to his words, whether it was from a lisp or his teeth, I wasn’t sure. I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms. I really didn’t like him. “I will not be stuck with a stupid partner.”

“You’re in luck,” I say tightly. “I happen to be pretty good at calculating a ball's trajectory.”

The boy rolls his eyes, pulling out a notebook and flipping to a clean page. My eye twitches as I watch him. Even when he wasn’t being annoying, he still got on my nerves. I pop my elbow when reaching down for my backpack, unzipping the top to search for my notebook. The letter falls to the floor and I ignore it for a moment, more focused on grabbing my supplies. My new partner’s eyes focus on the fallen note, his sneer growing.

“What’s that?”

“Something you’ll never get.” I say coldly, surprising myself at my sudden rudeness. I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment, thankful he wasn’t able to tell. I barely knew this kid, and even if he seemed to be a prick, I shouldn't be rude back. Tony always tried to drill the golden rule into me after all.

I pick up the letter and shove it back in my bag, noting the confusion on his face. Right, he wouldn’t get the insult if he didn’t know what the letter was. I was safe, for now. I clear my throat, setting my notebook on my desk and flipping to a clear page. “Right, so uh, can you go grab the ball?”

“Are your legs broken or something? Get it yourself.” He scoffs. I clench my fists, nearly breaking my pencil in half. I take a deep breath, trying to not explode on him. I had to be civil. Punching classmates wasn’t civil.

“Right.” I say, sickly sweet. I stand up and head towards the front of the room, collecting all the necessary materials for our “experiment”. I shake my head, this could’ve been so much easier if we were just given a video to watch.

I set everything back on the desks, looking back at the board for the instructions. I reach into my backpack and pull out a small ruler, making a table for the data. I try my best not to laugh at my partner's face and the way it was scrunched up. I look back up, offering him the ruler in hopes to make peace. Once this lab was over I would avoid him like the plague, but for now, I felt the need to be civil. I can’t collect data if he’s being a jerk.

He takes the ruler and starts to make his own table, his lines being much neater than mine had been. I rest my chin in my hand, tapping the desk. We were still waiting for our teacher to hand out the balloons.

“What’s your name?” I ask, my eyes scanning the room absentmindedly.

“CK.” He says simply, not looking anymore friendly than he had moments before.

“CK? What does that stand for?”

His eye twitches. “You don’t get to know.”

“My name (Y/n).” I offer, feeling a bit peeved he never asked. I swear this kid had no manners, or he was just ignoring them on purpose to spite me. Probably the latter.

“I already know your name.” He says, still working on his data table. I look at him oddly, unsure what to say. I don’t remember ever giving it to him. A pit settles into my stomach, my hair rising on end. I try to push it down, not wanting it to grow. Most likely, he had heard the teacher call my name and picked it up from there.

I sit up when I notice our teacher nearing our desks, ignoring CK and my paranoia. We had an experiment to do after all. I take the purple balloon with a nod and a quick thank you, putting it on the desk with the rest of our supplies. I can’t help but picture his head popping like the balloon would. It makes me smile to see his head deflate behind my eyes. I tap the table for a moment before I pull up a stopwatch on google, deciding the games are done. As much fun as I was having trying not to punch CK, we really needed to start the experiment.

“Any preference on who’s dropping the items?” I ask, setting up the stopwatch. I watch with mild amusement as CK reaches over the table, taking the tools into his arms.

“As if I would trust you to do it properly. You can do the time, I’ll drop the things.” He sniffs. I roll my eyes, more amused by the minute. I may hate him, but at least his annoyingness was more pathetically funny than frustrating. Well, he was frustrating too, but I would never talk to him again either way. I can deal with this for the next hour and ten minutes. Hopefully.

I hit the timer as he drops each item, marking them down on my data sheet. The experiment was fairly easy, we just had to calculate how far we were dropping everything, and compare fall times between the different objects. It was a nice, easier lesson. Plus, all I had to do was hit the button for the stopwatch since CK insisted on doing each of the problems himself, despite me getting the answer easily on my own.

“Ready for the last one?” I ask, doodling on my notes as I wait for him to finish up triple checking his equation. As much as I had grown to despise him, I had to give him credit for how good he was at this class. He (rudely) helped correct one of my problems already, saving me from getting a worse grade.

CK looks up, his muddy eyes holding a great distaste for me. I grin. It was nice to know the feeling was very mutual. He grumbles as he stands up, holding his arm above his head as he drops the last item, a small pen. It clacks to the floor and rolls under my desk, stopping at my foot. I check the stopwatch, reading the number aloud.

“One point thirty-four seconds.” I say, jotting it down and starting my equation. CK nods and slips back into his seat, crossing his arms while scowling at me. I keep writing for a moment before looking up, feeling peeved at his attitude.

“Can I help you?” I ask, my voice syrupy with fake sweetness. I grin, bemused as his face twitches. He knows I’m pulling his leg.

“My pen.” He says. I look down, realizing I forgot to grab it. I chew on my cheek, contemplating whether to pick it up. On the one hand, it would be a nice thing to do. On the other, I was really tired of being nice to this guy. I grin cheekily at him, keeping up my sugary tone.

“You forgot the magic word~” I say. If I was lucky, I could squeeze some manners out of him yet. Or he’d pick up his own pen. Either way, it was a win for me.

CK tsks his tongue, tilting his head as he grins evilly. Confusion washes over me, trying to figure out what he was planning. His hand goes into his pocket, pulling out an open envelope, my open envelope. I look towards my bag, seething. He took my letter.

I reach across the table, trying to snatch it back, but he holds it out of my reach. I glower at him, my fists clenching by my side. The letters may be starting to grow questionable, but they were still mine. I wanted it back.

“Give it back.” I hiss, trying to not alert the teacher. Getting into a fight in front of her was not a smart move. CK’s grin widens, his eyes glinting with malice.

“Give me my pen and I’ll consider it.”

I nearly jump across the table and strangle him then and there. I slowly reach under the table, keeping my eyes locked on CK. I pat around on the ground, trying to find the pen without looking. After a couple seconds go by and my frustration builds, I glance down and quickly spot the pen to grab it. I toss the pen back over to him, holding out my hand.

“The letter.” I say, clenching my teeth. It felt wrong to have him hold something that was given to me out of love. Especially something that spilled someone's emotions so deeply. Irma reading it was one thing, this jerk-wad reading it was another.

He brings the letter back towards him, holding it loosely in his hand. He smirks and I feel the urge to set him on fire. “No.”

I feel anger build in my chest, my face heating from the pressure. It was taking everything in me not to grab it from him, even if I hurt him in the process. His eyes flicker across my face, still seeming smug. “Say the magic word, (Y/n).”

I nearly gag at my name being spilled from his mouth. It felt like a curse from him. I take a deep breath, knowing exactly what he’s playing at by parroting the same command back at me.

“Give me my letter. Please.” I say tightly, the words feeling as if they physically hurt to fall from my mouth. CK grins, pleased. He tosses the letter back towards me and I quickly hold it close, taking out the paper and skimming it to make sure it wasn’t damaged. Irma didn’t get to read it yet.

“Here’s your letter from Von Ryan. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to know how happy you are with them, considering your reaction to me taking it.”

I look at him skeptically, distrust and anger set deep in my expression. I was more mad he took my stuff than the fact he took the letter. “You know Von Ryan?”

Something flashes behind his eyes, an emotion I can’t tell, and his buck teeth shine proudly from behind his wide grin. “Of course I do! I’m Von Ryan after all. I wrote you the letters.”

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drefear · 6 months

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Kitten Licks

Summary: You and Miguel have a little 'get-together' like usual, but something seems off. To make matters worse, Kingpin needs another favor.

part 1 - part 2

TW: penetrative sex, slight bits of rejection, fighting, alcohol

“Fuck!” You call out as Miguel thrusts into you, holding your waist in place as he panted from above you. Your nails dragged down his chest, making him hiss as his large hands tightened around your sides as he rutted harder.

This was a normal occurrence between the two of you. Hard, fast sex on nights you both worked together, and then you’d quietly disappear before he woke up the next morning.

Bowing his head into your neck, your coil finally snapped as he hit that one spot over and over, your legs winding around his hips and locking as he tensed in your hold and finished as well. You both groan as you bite his shoulder to stay quiet and shiver in his embrace. Miguel lifts his head and peppers kisses over your collar bone as you catch your breath, eyes closed as your head leans back against his pillow.

The silence is loud in the room while you both regain composure and he leans down to get close to your lips, making you turn your head. This makes his expression turn sour and you avert your eyes as he pushes up to get off of you.

“Miguel-”

“I know, I just- it was a lapse in my memory.” He sits up and turns his back as he sits on the edge of the bed, making you balance on your elbows and reach out to him. You quickly retract your hand before you can grab him and you look at the floor. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He mumbles and gets up, leaving you alone in his bedroom as he shuts the door. You sigh in guilt, seeing him get so upset.

You’d both agreed not to kiss, that kissing would lead to feelings and feelings would make things messy, which is something you both couldn’t afford. Miguel had a daughter, and this was just to blow off steam for him, while you were busy juggling being a nationally infamous thief when you weren’t trying to pay your rent and working at the restaurant.

Tugging on your jeans, you heard the shower turn off and quickly jotted down a note.

‘See ya Sunday.’ and signed with a nude lipstick mark, you left it on his nightstand and pulled on his t-shirt before hopping out of his window onto his fire escape. Climbing down the landings, you heard the clink of your shoes on each ladder step and sagged your shoulders as you thought about Miguel finding that note. It had to be this way, you couldn’t afford to get distracted or attached. What if you started to care about him and he got caught in the crossfire of your ‘nightly activities’? He could get hurt, or killed. Kingpin was a bag guy, he’d definitely find him and use him against you, and Spider-man might try to expose you. You didn’t need the extra headache of being in a relationship, and how would you even explain where you are every night? You can’t exactly say that you’re stealing some of the world's most precious artifacts and coveted items.

Finally hitting the concrete, you heard someone yell your name and you looked up, seeing Miguel shirtless with wet hair calling after you. He looked angry, like he might come after you, and you just answered his call by blowing him a kiss and turning to walk away.

Hours later and you were jumping from a window, flying into another building and hiding under a desk as police ran after you down the stairs of the place you were just in. A flash of red and blue made you look to the sky, seeing the mask you dreaded and loved rushing to you. As you flipped out of the way, your heel was caught by a glowing crimson web that jerked you back towards him.

“Two nights in a row, Gatito. That’s bold, even for you.”

“Don’t you ever take a damn day off, Spidey?” You retorted and felt his gloved had pulled at your ponytail, yanking your head backwards with a hiss, “Gentle there, bug boy, or else I might like it.”

“Don’t be crass, I wouldn’t waste my time with a thief with you.”

“Aw, no need to be so mean, I’m still a person with feelings.” You smiled and twisted around while being held, jumping off the side of the wall and wrapping your legs around his neck and sitting atop his shoulders. “And a flexible one at that.” Flipping to grab the light fixture above you both, you hung upside down from it and forced him to drop your arm in order to not break it. His angered eyes squinting through his mask made you laugh as you blew a small kiss, then making his eyes widen. Spider-man took a step backwards as you jumped to squat on a desk behind you and flip your hair from your face.

“You-” He started to speak, but you heard a ring coming from your watch and saw the time.

“Love to chat, but this kitty has places to be, money to acquire.” You added and stretched to open the sky-light on the ceiling and flipping to jump up and out. You balanced on the roof as you looked back down in the hole and caught a glimpse of him standing there, unmoving, which was quite out of character, but you didn’t have time for that.

Two blocks and a few cop cars later, you arrive at Kingpin’s hideout, greeted with cigar smoke and men dressed in all black. You’re escorted in by a man with an eyebrow piercing and a metal arm who shoves you forward as you walk into the room.

“Watch it, Captain Hook. I don’t like being shoved.” You hissed and heard a chuckle from a few feet away in a cloud of smoke, making you cough a bit.

“Down, Kitty. He’s harmless.”

“So am I, until I’m not.” You answered the large man sitting at the desk, “I have the stuff, so let’s trade and be done with this deal.” You reach into the secret pocket of your suit and pull out the gem with the newest artifact, a piece of paper with coordinates on it.

“Well, there is one more thing I’ve decided I want, and you’re the only one who can provide it.” He leaned forward and tapped his cigar on a small tray, making your expression sour.

“We had a deal.”

“Don’t be so tense, it’s not a hard task. I want you to seduce Spider-man and tell me his identity.” Your whole body froze as you felt a chill run across your skin.

“You want me to do what?” Your knees suddenly felt wobbly as he smirked and took in a puff of his cigar again.

“Come on, it’ll be easy. I’ve been watching you and every time you two interact, you both flirt and chat, and he lets you get away. He doesn’t do that with any of his other captures and enemies. You’re different, and I think I know why.” Kingpin leaned back in his chair and raked his eyes over you in a way that made your stomach drop and your throat taste like bile.

“Please.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “I’m a criminal, just like you. He does not see me differently. That would mean he removed that stick he keeps up his ass.” Your arms folded over your chest and Kingpin just shrugged condescendingly.

“It’s a 2 million dollar bonus.”

White noise filled your head as you calculated that number. 2 million…? That would mean you could buy a new place and save, you wouldn’t have to steal anymore. No more 3 AM cop chases, no more avoiding dating, and most importantly, no more spider-man.

“I’ll do it.” You answered, looking him directly in the eyes and feeling confident. “But 2 million isn’t enough for this. I could go to jail if I get too close, he would really catch me if I reveal who he really is. I need your protection. If I get caught, you need to guarantee my bail and freedom, plus 3 million.” You negotiated.

“Fine fine, pocket change. Now get going.” He waved you off and you walked out of his office, inflated with cockiness. You could flirt your way into Spider-man’s head.

Meanwhile, Miguel sat in his dining room with his head in his hands. That damn Black Cat had been driving him crazy. He knew that voice, those lips, but he really couldn’t put his finger on it. And when you blew that kiss, it was like he could feel you in his arms. Why couldn’t he figure it out?

You were just out of his grasp as a knock on the door broke him from his trance, opening to see Gabriela running in. Behind her, Jess stood leaning in the door frame and smiling.

“Thanks again, Jess. Had an emergency-“

“At the restaurant, I know.” She winked and grabbed the door knob, shutting the door behind her while Gabby blabbed about her day, but Miguel couldn’t focus. His head was elsewhere, following a stray kitty he couldn’t capture.

Sunday was a slow day at the restaurant, and you were on as a bartender again until Miguel came in at 8, so you did your job and served the few groups that came in before his shift. A few men came and sat at your bar for a while as he walked in, complimenting you and asking about your hobbies. You laughed and nodded, answering with short, polite sentences as you wiped down glasses and restocked beers. A shadow behind you made you feel like you were in the dark before you saw Miguel staring down the boys, now quietly sipping their drinks while avoiding eye contact with you.

You wondered if he said something to them, but he barely even looked at you, so you decided to keep to yourself.

“Here.” You handed him the bar key and started walking forward, then feeling him tug at your jeans and pull you backwards towards him.

“We need to talk later.”

“I figured as much.” You answered and looked into his eyes, seeing the brownish-red swirling and practically intoxicating you. Staring into his eyes was like a poison in itself, making your body weak and your chest tight with desire.

“No, I mean actually talk.” He restated, making you a bit nervous. Had you finally pushed him away? Maybe he met someone, maybe you two were officially done with your midnight rendezvous, maybe he was sick of your antics, maybe- “Stop panicking.” His voice broke you out of your thoughts and he pulled your chin to look into his eyes again, those addicting eyes. “Relax. It will all be fine.” He answered and let go of you, giving you the reassurance you needed not to break down into a complete anxiety attack.

Tonight would be a rough talk, sure, but at least you knew he wasn’t upset.

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Infiltration part 5

Keegan x F!reader

I can’t lie this isn’t even enemies to lovers anymore. I don’t know what this is lmfao, just enjoy the ride I guess. Thank you to @taurus-ted for being my hype man 4eva

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, all the smut, p in v, spit play, praise kink, voyuerism, masturbation, breath play, dom/sub theme, sub keegan. The reader is not a good person in this

‘Hope it was worth it’ Claude huffed as he sat at your desk, disgust evident in his features. Scowling at him you tapped at your keyboard ‘it was actually’ you hummed. Slowly you turned your laptop to face him, an audio programme already running. Turning up the speaker muffled voices could be heard. Realisation spread over Claude’s face at what you’d managed to pull off.

You’d bugged the Ghosts.

‘Still think my little indulgence wasn’t worth it?’ You smirked as you listened in on their conversation.

‘You fucked her didn’t you?!’ It was Merrick, clearly not impressed by Keegan’s actions. ‘I can fuckin smell her on you. Fuck were you thinking?!’ He was furious, which only turned your smirk into a smile. ‘Did you even get any names?’

Claude shot a glance towards you, a flash of disbelief. ‘Relax Claude I didn’t say shit.’ You motioned for him to continue listening.

‘Yeah, she gave me names. All of em. Said she’d give me more when I go back.’

‘When you go back?! Keegan. She’s got you round her fucking finger. Goddamn it. How do we even know these are real?’

That’s when you shot your own look over to Claude, who relaxed at the implied betrayal. Flexing your brows you smiled, ‘that’ll teach you for underestimating me. Need to lure them in’ you said as you mimed reeling in a fish.

Pulling up a satellite image of the surrounding area you zoned in on the old mill. ‘We know this is where they’re hiding. For all Keegan knows, I’m upholding my end of the bargain and keeping a truce. But …’ you chewed on your lip. ‘I want them. I want Elias. He’s the final piece of the puzzle that’s stopping us from taking control. Wait for Keegan to come here, take them then.’

Claude rose from the chair, ‘I’ll get my team on it. We’ll get em.’

———

Keegan entered your office once more, standing to attention in front of your desk. Floorboards creaking under his weight. Biting your thumb you smiled up at the Sargent before you. ‘You get more handsome every time I see you’ you cooed softly. He huffed as he strained against the bonds which encased his wrists, ‘this really necessary?’

Closing the gap between you, you placed both your hands on his chest, breathing in his scent. ‘For what I have in store? Absolutely.’ Pressing your lips ever so gently on his you sucked his bottom lip between your teeth. Nipping it gently. Narrowing his eyes at you a groan rumbled within his chest.

‘Nox’ he warned ‘we can’t.’

‘Why? Because Merrick said so?’ You pouted ‘the big bad wolf said no?’ Standing on your toes you pressed your mouth against his ear ‘I’m not afraid of the big bad wolf Keegan. He should be afraid of me.’

You slid your hand down his waist into the valley of this thighs, raising a brow at his already hard cock. ‘Mmm perfect’ you cooed. He flinched at your touch, not away from you, into you. Inadvertently he rolled his hips further into your grasp.

The air shifted, just like it always did. It became thick, tense, almost putrid. You were Ying and Yang, cat and mouse. You were the devil reincarnate, and you’d invited him to your table.

Gripping his onyx hair between your fingers you jarred his neck backwards, revealing his neck. The skin pulsated from the swollen artery beneath, but he was still calm. Never wavering at your touch. Switching positions behind him you kicked the back of his knees, causing him to fall. He hissed between his teeth, pain or pleasure you weren’t sure.

His hair still entwined in your fingers you lazily dragged your tongue along the crook of his neck. His skin slightly salty from his sweat, you savoured the taste. ‘Look at you. On your knees for me’ you mocked, placing a possessive kiss on his jaw. His stubble nicked the delicate skin on your lips. The only delicate attribute you had.

You sighed a moan into his skin, one of contentment, you could have stayed like this with him forever. He shifted slightly beneath you, pulling back you stared into his ashen blue eyes. Bumping your nose against his you forced your lips onto him, driving your tongue into his mouth. You didn’t relent as you gripped him closer to your chest, hands wandering, pulling, dragging, twisting around his body.

Dropping to your knees you straddled his lap as he knelt beneath you. Still buried within his kiss, you rolled against his cock eliciting a deep groan from him. ‘You wanna touch me Keegan? Wanna feel how wet my pussy is for you?’ Your voice was sultry and hoarse, a whisper within a sea of white noise. Screwing his eyes shut he choked out a breath, a muffled sob as you kissed him again. ‘Fuck, I need your cock Russ, I need you so bad’ you murmured, your breath tickling his neck.

He peered up at you through hooded lids, panting softly trying to maintain composure. Gripping his neck between your fingers you pursed your lips, ‘you want that Keegan? You want me fuck you? Make you cum in my pussy?’ His eyes widened, as his jaw went slack trying to process your words. Ghosting your lips along his jaw you nipped his skin between your teeth, ‘you want that?’ He swallowed hard, his mouth audibly dry ‘yes.’

Shooting him a smile that would make the devil proud you yanked his trousers open. You slipped your hand into his clothes, pulling his cock free. Biting your lip you looked down on your prize, feeling yourself involuntarily clench against the seam of your trousers. A smirk rigged at your lips, seeing him so weak and broken beneath you. ‘Beg for me Russ.’

You wouldn’t stop until he was a quivering mess, a pleading, whimpering mess.

Sliding off him you left his cock standing to attention in the cold office air. Grabbing his cheeks between your fingers you gave him a peck ‘good boy.’ Spitting on his cock you watched as your saliva dribbled down his shaft, the sensation made him shudder as a soft whimper passed his lips.

Leaning back you snaked your fingers into your own trousers and towards your weeping cunt. Resting your forehead against his you played with yourself. Slipping two fingers into your hole as you panted against his lips ‘fuck I’m so wet, s’all for you Keegan, s’all for you.’ The sound of your fingers abusing your hole filled the room, his cock twitched violently against his abdomen as you came undone in front of him.

His mind was empty, unable to find words to speak, just hoarse whimpers that forced themselves past his vocal chords. Watching as you fucked your fingers right in front of him, your skin glowing in the dim light of the room. You were ethereal.

As you neared your high you pulled out, gently skimming your fingers over his lips and onto his tongue. The taste of your arousal flooded his senses, sweet yet a tang that was undeniably yours. He craved it. With your fingers placed firmly onto his tongue you kissed him, your tongues gliding over your fingers.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of this, his cock painfully hard. Throbbing from needing to cum so badly. Your juices danced along his tastebuds as he fought against your tongue. He tried to rise from his knees but you pushed him back down, climbing onto him once more.

Pulling away from the kiss a ribbon of saliva connected the two of you snapped. Using the fingers that were just in his mouth your gripped his jaw, keeping it open. Narrowing your eyes you spat into his mouth, eliciting another groan from him. ‘Swallow baby’ you cooed tightening your grip. He did as he was asked, taking in shallow languid breaths.

‘So good for me Keegan, such a good boy.’

Readjusting your trousers you raised above his taught cock, even the gentle touch of your finger tips to guide it had him arching his back as he moaned. You slipped the head of his cock into your cunt, just the head. He choked out a breath as you removed it again. You repeated this motion over and over and over. Throwing his head back he finally relented ‘please … please … please’ he begged.

Kissing his neck your bit down on the sensitive skin, ‘well because you asked so nicely.’

Sinking down fully onto his thick cock you both gasped, jaws falling open at the sudden change in sensation. You started off slowly, rolling your hips back and forth. He let his head fall forward onto your shoulder as he whined into you. The strangled and muffled moans that came from the depths of his throat just spurred you on.‘Fuckfuckfuckfuck’ he stammered ‘feels so good.’

Cupping his head you picked up your pace, ‘doin so well for me’ you praised against his lips. He looked up at you completely drunk off your cunt, his rolling to the back of his head with pure ecstasy. You allowed your own moans of pleasure seep into his skin as you lifted your hips, crashing back down onto his cock. ‘Oh god … don’t stop … fuck’ he mewled.

Using your fingers you rubbed your clit whilst keeping a punishing pace. You’d already edged yourself so it didn’t take long before your orgasm rebuilt. Pushing your face into the crook of his neck you fell into the abyss, your muscles clenching around him. A surge of adrenaline flooded your system as you rode out your orgasm. As the haze lifted you once again gripped Keegans throat, applying more pressure to the sides of his neck this time. Tampering with his blood flow. He spluttered and writhed as he came, choking out a sob, his eyes now glassy and vision blurred. Arching his back his mouth fell open as he gasped for air, moaning and whimpering. Completely at your mercy.

‘Who do you belong to Keegan?’

‘You, Nox. You.’

Smiling with satisfaction you placed a kiss on his red swollen lips, before sliding him out of you. Hissing through your teeth at the sudden empty feeling. Looking down at Keegan you smirked, nothing more beautiful than a man completely at your mercy, begging.

Once you were re-dressed you tucked his drained and abused cock into his trousers once more. You’d chosen for him to kneel as it was a stress position, rendering his legs useless. Which is what you needed for the surprise you had in store for him. He knelt next to your chair, like a dog. You stroked his hair and whispered praises to him, working your hand down to trace the back of his neck with your nails. He was broken, shattered into a million pieces like a shattered mirror. Unable to be repaired fully.

Crossing your legs you let out a sigh, ‘Claude!’

The door swung open and in they marched, gagged and cuffed.

Merrick, Hesh and Logan.

They’d heard everything.

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ar0undth3w0rld1n365 · 1 year

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Stray Kids Reaction to Another Member Walking in on You Kissing

Gif is not mine, and has no relation to the reaction - but is very cute!

Chan:

You’d visited Chan in the studio on a particularly slow day for both of you. Originally you were more than happy just sitting with your nose in a book on the sofa while Chan worked away at the desk. Every so often his head would bob to the track, and he would mumble lyrics under his breath. Eventually you gave up reading and chose to watch your boyfriend as he worked, Chan paused the track saving his progress before turning to face you,

“What’s up baby?” He asks, smiling at you.

“Nothing, my adorable kangaroo.” You grin teasingly. He chuckles under his breath moving to sit on the sofa next to you. You climb into his lap, smiling , beginning to play with the hair at the base of his neck. His hands held your hips tightly as he stretched up to kiss your lips. You kissed him back slowly, taking your time to get enveloped in everything that was your boyfriend below you. You make a small noise wrapping your arms around his neck, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth simply enjoying the feel of you. Although the both of you hadn’t anticipated the door to the studio being thrown open by an over-excited Jisung and Changbin. Both let out a high scream and cover their eyes.

“I need to bleach my eyeballs.” Jisung cries, a pout puffing his cheeks.

“Chan we work there!” Changbin complains

“We weren’t doing anything!” You laugh.

“Uncover your eyes!”

“But you might have Chan shirtless! And then I really will need to restart my eyeball memory core processing.” Chan laughs gently as Jisung pouts

“What is it that you want?” He prompts gently as you climb from his lap.

Minho:

You’d joined Minho at dance practice and by joining you mean you sat watching as he went over the new choreography. Although to begin with you were keeping busy going over your manuscript, now all you could focus on was your boyfriend's thighs. Your eyes hadn’t left your boyfriend and he had noticed, catching your eye in the mirror and giving you his signature half smirk.

“You alright, love?” You nod, cheeks going red, hands going to hide your smile. He turns kneeling, pulling your hands from your face.

“God you're a tomato.” He chuckles, making you pout at him.

“Hey! Don’t pout at me, or else.” He grins.

“Or else what?” You smirk at him, pushing up to kneel, making him fall on to his butt. He shakes his head at you, bringing you down with him. You ended up laying atop him, arms supporting your weight. You don’t stop yourself from kissing him, he meets you eagerly, hands grasping at your hair and hips. You all but melt on top of Minho, pressing into him as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. It was at this moment that the practice door was thrown open.

“Hey! Ew, we are children!” You freeze hearing Hyunjin’s screech.

“I’m busy! What do you want?” Minho says as you hide in his neck, leaving teasing kisses while you do so.

“Yeah, very busy, what happened to practice?” Felix teases

“I got distracted.” Minho says, hissing quietly when you bite him gently.

Changbin:

He was doing nothing in particular when you blurt out,

“God you’re sexy.” Before smacking a hand over your mouth.

“Mouth too quick for your brain?” Changbin laughed, turning to you, and if he flexed a little extra, you weren’t complaining. You nod laughing at yourself shamelessly checking out your gym rat of a boyfriend.

“Come here!” You make grabby hands towards him. He indulges you, stepping towards you, letting himself be pulled on top of you.

“I’m gonna squish you, baby.” “Then squish me!” You say wrapping your legs round Changbin as he collapses on top of you. You meet his lips in a kiss, one that he grins into and easily kisses you back. Your legs tighten around him, keeping him pressed against you. You hadn’t thrown anyone away from you so fast until Minho walked in and screamed. Changbin cried out hitting the floor.

“What the hell?”

“I am so sorry Binnie.” You giggle sitting up looking down at your boyfriend on the floor.

“Minho what are you doing here?” Changbin says standing from the floor.

“I live here?” Minho shrugs, heading to the kitchen.

“We were busy!”

“I know it's why I’m not staying out here!”

Hyunjin:

You let out a squeal as you’re pulled off to a side hallway of the arena, you’d just watched your boyfriend perform in.

“Baby, Just me!�� Hyunjin laughs wrapping his arms around you, before leaning you against the wall behind you.

“Are the boys not waiting?” You ask, reaching up to play with his hair.

“They can wait a bit longer.” He says leaning down to kiss you heavily. He lets out a sigh melting into you. You both lose yourself in the kiss, loving holding each other.

“Hyunjin!” Chan calls out from the main hallway. The pair of you don't hear him enjoying your moment.

“There you are! The stylists are waiting.” Chan says walking down the hallway toward the pair of you. Hyunjin groans, pulling away from you and turning towards Chan, following him back down the hallway to the dressing room.

Jisung:

You and Jisung were curled up on the sofa with an anime that you had started recently. You weren’t too interested in the TV, more focused on your adorable boyfriend. You found yourself tracing the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips and cheekbones with your eyes.

“What? Everything okay?” He asks, looking down at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah.” You say, hearts practically beaming like lasers from your eyes.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, you’re just really pretty.” You smile, raising a finger to trace gently over the curve of his nose. He smiles at you sweetly, leaning down from behind you to kiss you gently.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He says lips, barely leaving yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him so he lays on top of you. You both lose yourselves in the kiss, making small content sounds in the quiet of the dorm. Although said quiet was soon ruined with the entrance of the rest of the group.

“We sit there!” Jeongin cried out as they all stood in the middle of the room. You froze at their entrance, hiding your face in Jisungs shoulder.

“We weren’t expecting you all home so soon.”

“We weren’t expecting you to be sucking face.”

Felix:

Felix and you were getting rather competitive over league of legends, the noise level rising steadily.

“You can’t do that!” You whine.

“I can and I did!” He cries out, laughing.

“That’s rich coming from a bronze.” You smirk, trying to wind your sunshine of a boyfriend up.

“At Least I am bronze!” He laughs sitting back in the chair as the match finished. You however, were sat pouting.

“You could have let me win, Sunshine.”

“Maybe next time.” You pout at his response before climbing into his lap. You smile down at him from where you’re straddling his thighs.

“And now what are you doing?” He raises an eyebrow up at you, as you play with his hair.

“Letting you make it up to me.” You lean down and kiss him gently, waiting for his reaction. Needless to say, his hands grip your hips as he chases your lips. You smile and lean back down, melding your lips back together.

“And I will come back later.” Seungmin says turning on his heel after walking in on the pair of you.

“Ah, no, it’s fine, what did you want?” Felix asks, turning the pair of you in the swivel chair.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted to game.”

“Uh, bit busy.” You giggle.

“Yeah I can see that, I will come back later.” Seungmin nods, leaving the room.

Seungmin:

The pair of you were laying on his small bed with as much space between the pair of you as possible. But that was normal for you guys. What wasn’t normal though was the unusual need you felt to kiss your boyfriend - the pair of you weren’t the most affectionate couple. Despite this you couldn’t help but lean toward Seungmin and kiss him deeply, pressing him down onto the bed as you straddle him. You both had forgotten that the door to the bedroom was wide open. Though neither of you seemed to care as Seungmin held your hips, while your lips devoured his.

“Oi! Don’t ruin the sanctity of the dorm!” Yelled Minho as he stood on the threshold of the room.

“What sanctity?”

“Honestly, who knows. But keep the door shut.” Minho says, pulling the door shut and walking off leaving the pair of you alone.

Jeongin:

The pair of you were making the most of a free weekend and having a sleepover in the dorms. You’d started the day with instant ramen, the perfect sleepover meal, before settling under the covers of his bed to watch a random drama. And don’t be mistaken, the pair of you were paying attention to the show - to begin with at least. Though Jeongin soon got bored and began to lay open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck, adjusting the t-shirt (his) you were wearing.

“Jeonginnie, I’m trying to watch the show.”

“I’m not stopping you.” He teasingly bites down on your shoulder gently. You twitch away from him huffing.

“At least kiss me properly.” He does as told, rolling over you to kiss you deeply. You lost yourselves in the kiss, the show providing background noise to your heavy make out session.

“Hey! What happened to leaving space for Jesus!” Came Chan’s indignant cry as a pillow collided with Jeongin’s head making you laugh.

“When did you even get home?” Your boyfriend pouts

“Like 5 seconds ago. THe door stays open!” Chan says very much taking on his father of the group persona.

“And you wonder why you get called daddy.”

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stangalina · 4 months

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"I am so, so sorry." Jaskier said the moment the door closed behind him.

Geralt didn't respond, taking a moment to subtly look around the room he'd just been brought into. It was a combination of an office and a bedroom, a room with bookshelves on every wall and a desk near the window, and a room with a reasonably large bed and several shelves and cupboards, separated by an open archway. The archway had a curtain that could be drawn across, but judging by the sun damage on the fabric tie holding it aside, it hadn't been drawn in years. Possibly ever.

The shelves were full of trinkets and and curiosities, some of which Geralt recognised as things Jaskier had collected while travelling by his side. There were so many that they displaced the books meant to be on the shelves, the books instead being left in neat piles on the floor. The cold wooden floorboards were covered up with a rug that would have been rather expensive when it was first bought, and the window in each section of the room had thick curtains that could be drawn to keep in warmth. Next to the bed, there was a reasonably sized fireplace that clearly hadn't been lit in a while, but it was clean and looked perfectly functional.

He was dimly aware that Jaskier was still apologising, but Jaskiers voice was classified as "pleasant background noise" by his brain, so listening to every word the bard said was not automatic. That, and his rambling apologies were completely unnecessary.

"-I understand if you are angry with me but I-"

"I'm not angry." He interrupted, looking away from the room and back to Jaskier.

"You... Aren't?"

Geralt shook his head.

"You successfully found us lodging for the winter. Like you said you would."

"By sacrificing your pride! Honestly, I spend my whole entire life trying to show the world that Witchers are people worthy of love, kindness and respect only to throw it all away in front of my peers without even thinking! And now you're going to have to be around their arrogant asses all god-forsaken winter, I'm so sorry Geralt." Jaskier rambled, sounding honestly distraught.

"No, I- hmm." Geralt tried to talk, but couldn't come up with the words to explain how he felt about what just happened. "I have been called significantly worse things in my lifetime."

"That doesn't make it better!"

Really, he had been called far worse. In comparison to butcher, beast, feral creature, mutant and monster; "dog" was exceedingly tame.

"I'm going to strangle that alcoholic fossil the next time I see him." Jaskier hissed.

"Don't. I'm not in the mood to help you hide a body."

"You won't need to. I know this place like the back of my hand. They won't find his body until it goes putrid and bursts."

The amount of distain Jaskier could pack into his words was a marvel to behold. Geralt had to calm him down, or Jaskier may actually follow through with that threat. It wouldn't be the first time he'd killed a man, but it would likely get him into some sort of trouble.

"You are not not murdering your colleagues, Jaskier." Geralt asserted, looking around the room for the best place to set down his bag.

Jaskier whimpered pathetically.

"You're right. If anyone deserves to die it's me right now. I'm a master of the seven liberal arts for Melitele's sake, why couldn't I come up with a better idea!?"

A better idea. Geralt pondered that for a minute. He tried to think of an alternate way they could have gotten out of that situation.

Off the top of his head, all plausible alternatives ended in some form of subterfuge, separation, roughing it out in the snow, or getting arrested.

So, on the scale of bad ideas, this was one of the better ones. In fact it may be the best bad idea Jaskier has ever had.

Even if it meant getting Geralt into Oxenfurt under the "pet" clause in Jaskiers contract.

Turns out, to stay as a guest at Oxenfurt Academy, you need to give the institute prior warning so they can add you to the list of people on campus for that year. In other words, guests staying for more than a night or two need to book in over a year in advance.

So when Geralt's last job of the year ran dangerously long and an early thick snowfall rolled in from the south, snowing in the pass to Kear Morhen ahead of schedule and leaving Geralt with nowhere to spend the winter, leading to Jaskiers offer to winter with him in the halls of Oxenfurt Academy, he was unfortunately denied entry.

Jaskier did not take kindly to being told "no" and argued with the aging professor that had met them at the gate for over ten minutes about technicalities and semantics. The professor was as unmoved as a stone column throughout the whole ordeal, stubbornly sticking to the academy's rules. It soon became clear that Jaskier was not going to be able to convince him.

Just as Geralt was about to interject so Jaskier didn't get reprimanded for being mouthy, Jaskier stopped arguing and gained a strange glint to his eyes.

He told Geralt to stay put and walked the professor away from the gate and around a corner that would be out of range if Geralt had human hearing.

Geralt then listened intently as Jaskier smarmily explained to the professor that he saw Geralt as more of a well trained guard dog than a friend, and that since professors at Oxenfurt are allowed up to three pets, he should be able to bring him in. When the professor made a shaky objection, Jaskier took on an incredibly arrogant tone and explained that Witchers are not human, and thus should be classed as pets.

Surely. He asked. Surely a professor of his calibre did not think Witchers were human?

The professor had no choice but to agree.

And now, here they were. In Jaskiers room that they would share for the upcoming winter, in an academy full of people that, thanks to gossip, would soon all know that the White Wolf was brought into Oxenfurt as the loyal pet dog of Julian Alfred Pankratz viscount de Lettenhove.

"Jaskier." Geralt said after dropping his bag and stepping closer to his friend. "I already told you, I'm not angry."

"The fact that you're not angry at being called a dog upsets me greatly dear heart." Jaskier admitted in a tender tone, leaning bodily against the closed door at his back.

"Insults don't bother me Jaskier." Geralt said.

Jaskier glared at him, the look in his eyes accusing those words as a lie. Geralt continued to talk regardless.

"But you weren't insulting me. You were tricking a man into giving us bed and board. And I know you wouldn't have said it if you weren't sure it would work. Right?"

Jaskier opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. He couldn't refute Geralt's words.

"And now we both have winter safe and indoors, with food and fire. You have work to do, and they'll probably have some use for me in this place." Geralt took another step closer. "So stop fucking apologising."

Jaskier closed the distance between them, their chests met and Jaskiers forehead fell to rest on Geralt's shoulder. He sighed heavily.

"I suppose you're right. No point dwelling on what's already been done." Jaskier admitted heavily. "But!" He suddenly said, tone much more like his usual self. "I refuse to forgo giving you any kind of compensation for having to deal with that impotent old fuck! And whatever bullshit the nobles in this place are bound to pull before the snow melts in spring. Sooooo," He drew out the word, stepping back from Geralt. "How about I make you a bath? Scalding hot, perfect for your witchery constitution. Hmm?"

It was an obvious attempt to soothe his own guilt. But... Geralt was never one to say no to a bath. Especially not a bath made by Jaskier.

"Bathing your dog? What a good master." Geralt said, smiling a little at his own joke.

"Shut up you arse." Jaskier hissed as he left the room.

#bonus #Noble: walks up to Geralt and starts spewing veiled insults and backhanded compliments #Geralt; holding a glass of wine and wearing the nicest shirt Jaskier could force him to wear: ... woof #Ensue stunned silence as he wanders off #Geralt is having a lot of fun with it basically #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #fan fiction #fanfic #ficlet #jaskier #geralt of rivia #yes it does become an inside joke that Geralt teases Jaskier with until the end of time

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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Sexy Time Mishaps Part 1

@silvers-d-me wanted something like this so I did some headcanons, thank you for supporting me!

Working on a list of 'most common sex mishaps' I was linked to. Plus a few of my own. I hope everyone enjoys <3

Part One Marco and Ace.

N/SFW Undercut - GN reader

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh rang out in the doctor's office. You gripped the edge of the desk and cried out his name.

“There we go little bird, feeling good?” Marco asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice as he pulled out, slowly, deliberately. Making you mewl and whine at the feeling of emptiness before he slammed back in.

“M-Marco!” He leaned over your body, lips against your ear, you could feel his hot breath as he chuckled “Yes?” His hips snapped back once more and you were seeing stars.

The phoenix could be a very gentle lover, the kind of man who could make sex last for hours but he also had this incredibly feral side to him.

A side that wanted to fuck you over his desk halfway through the workday because he had urges.

You loved both sides.

“I’m so close,” You whined as you pushed back against his punishing pace. The legs of the desk creaked, your moans too loud to hear the screeching of the feet of the desk against the floorboards.

“Good, cum for me pretty bird yoi,” He hummed, nipping your ear as he speed up, desperate to make you a complete mess for him like he wanted everyone on the ship to hear you as they passed the office.

At this rate between the desk and you screaming at the impact of Marco’s intense session you were sure you’d alert the navy to your location.

You felt the cool surface of the desk on your cheek as he adjusted, getting you ridiculously deep, dragging his thick cock along your walls and you just moaned, all thoughts simply fucked out of your head.

Suddenly you heard a crack, the sound of wood splintering. “Marco, stop, stop, too much your going too hard!” You hissed when the sounds grew and something moved in the desk, you felt lower than a few seconds ago.

“Do you really mean that?” He asked, thinking you were putting it on for the sake of his ego.

Before you could answer there was an almighty snap, a crack of wood, and the sound of the flimsy legs giving out under the weight of you both and the roughness of Marco’s motions.

He pulled out in time before a real bad accident could happen but you still landed on the broken desk, flat on the floor with the legs bowed out. Both groaning, he rolled off of you, sitting up and helping you.

Concerned eyes looked over your body before the lazy smirk appeared on his lips.

“Looks like I fucked you too hard this time yoi,” He was so proud of himself until you elbowed him in the side.

Ace was always doing this, grabbing you when you passed down the hallway.

When he had a moment's break from his work he'd seek you out for a little bit of fun and honestly, you didn’t mind.

You loved the rush of sneaking away with him when others could accidentally catch you both.

The thrill got you going and you knew it made him hard.

Ace was grinning down at you right now, both of you hiding out in the empty room, one of the many used for storage on the vast ship.

You sighed when you felt his hands in your hair, gently brushing the strands behind your ears as you gazed up at him with such adoration in your eyes. The grin that stretched across his handsome freckled face just lit your fire even more.

“You look so hot babe, I love when you're on your knees in front of me like this..” He said, the smirk growing as he let go of your hair for a moment, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock.

You didn't even have to be asked, you took his cock into your mouth gladly, loving every sound you could drag from him. Ace leaned against the wall, face flushed as he battled with the want, the need to buck his hips.

You moaned around his member, tongue working on him, knowing just what your boyfriend liked.

Ace must have been worked up because it barely took him any time to grab at your hair with one hand and bit his own hand to stifle the noises.

His hips thrusting with a mind of their own now, pushing down your throat, you took it well, used to how he often lost to his urges, swept away in the moment, drowning in the pleasure.

What neither of you was used to, however, was the sudden erupt bang on the door as Ace cried out, cumming.

You jerked your head away from him, staring at the door that rattled like someone was trying to get in.

Ace couldn’t stop, he couldn’t put on the brakes and he grabbed his cock, and he came, hard.

Hitting you right in the eye, you screamed out, unprepared for the sudden ‘eye shot’

Ace winced and panicked, dropping to his knees and cupping your cheeks “Oh babe, I didn’t mean to! Oh fuck, you okay?”

“Fucking, fuck, fuck!” You whined and shook your head just as the door opened.

Marco and Thatch standing there, staring at you rubbing your face, and Ace with his cock out looking like he was about to have a panic attack as he fussed over you.

“Looks like you need a doctor,” Thatch said, shaking his head with a laugh as Marco’s shoulders slumped a tsk as you and Ace stared at him.

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annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

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‘My lord Maedhros?’ Satariel poked her head into the office hesitantly and he looked up from the letter he’d been attempting to pen with varying success. ‘Yes? Is there a problem?’ She paused for a moment before deciding any offer to transcribe for him would not be well received. ‘You’re brother’s have ….. requested your presence,’ she trailed off, not entirely sure how to approach the sheer lack of diplomacy the sons of Feanor seemed to have when it came to summoning the head of their house as if he ought to be waiting on them. The Lord of Himring simply raised an eyebrow and spoke ‘They called an emergency family meeting didn’t they?’ ‘Yes but surely there couldn’t be anything that’s come up between now and the assembly we had this morning? They made it very clear that they didn’t want any of the generals to attend so I don’t see how it could be an urgent military matter…’ the whole encounter had been very unusual if she was honest. ‘Oh, it probably isn’t,’ he sighed calmly while pulling himself up from his desk.

This answered precisely none of her questions about the seeming threat to the chain of command and raised a lot of new ones about why Lord Maedhros would prioritise something that was apparently unimportant with his valuable time. ‘Whose room are they in?’ ‘Uhh, the Lord Curufin’s I believe, my lord.’

He grabbed a few blankets from his bed for some inexplicable reason. Why would you need blankets for a meeting between the most high ranking lords of the House of Feanor? He turned back to her as he made for the door, ‘Thank you, Satariel. You may return to your duties.’ She was still deeply confused but went about her day as normal regardless. ******************

The sunlight bore down through the thin window panes in blinding streaks over the mountains. Himring had begun to wake hours ago, with people scurrying back and forth with their messages and paperwork through the winding corridors and staircases, drowning out the persistent roar of the wind with their hum of activity.

And their lord was nowhere to be seen. In fact none of them were. ‘Well we can’t have just lost him! There are guards for Eru’s sake!’ Erestor hissed under his breath, visibly beginning to panic but trying to hide it from possible onlookers. ‘We only have them all in one place once every year, we take precautions, they’re surrounded by all their most influential generals! We can’t have just lost a son of Feanor!’

Ohtarion, the general he’d been addressing replied in a low tone, ‘You don’t think I don’t know that! But the fact remains, I went to Lord Caranthir’s chambers for my report and he was not there! I can’t find him!’ He ran his hand over his face, ‘Lord Maedhros will have our heads!’ They paced back and forth in the cramped storeroom they’d ducked into before Erestor stopped.

‘We should split up right? Discreetly of course. Search for him.’ Ohtarion nodded enthusiastically, ‘Yes, good. Let’s do that. You check the upper floors, I’ll check the grounds? Great.’ This was the chain of events that led to Erestor approaching Lord Curufin’s chambers. The guards had all seemed to be a little uneasy and scattered around the place, whispering fervently and then pulling apart whenever someone passed.

The elves from Lord Curufin’s personal guard put their weapons down when they recognised him as in the service of one of the sons. They still held him up however, after all precious few were free to enter such a senior royal’s private chambers, certainly not someone affiliated with what could potentially be a rival. He told them he was searching for his lord, and if it was possible he could be in conference with lord Curufin.

They looked at each other and informed him that they were not sure, they had only started their shift recently, but they came to the conclusion that he could possibly get away with checking without causing too much of a diplomatic incident. After all it was better to know if they needed to send out search parties, none of their lords would forgive them if they let any regard for formalities interfere with their ability to ensure the safety of one of their charges.

So, cautiously Erestor edged open the door and closed it behind him, very much aware that this had the potential to be a politically disastrous action. He couldn’t see anyone at the conference table and hesitated before moving deeper in. He was rooted to the spot when he realised that he was in the sleeping area, not somewhere he ever would have normally had the clearance to be in.

He was just about to exit, informing them that it didn’t seem like there was anyone in here, when his eyes fell on the bed. He saw the streaks of flame red across the pillows on the headrest, intermingled with threads of black. There was silver splayed across the foot of the bed, seemingly obscuring the face of the former lord of Himlad, from where he was laying spread across the bed with his head resting on his brother’s legs. Which brother Erestor couldn’t determine.

Then he noticed his own lord, Caranthir the Dark. His messily braided head was resting on the Lord of Himring’s chest, and he seemed to be honest to goodness, nuzzling into it with a little smile. Maedhros meanwhile was holding Maglor and Caranthir to his side protectively and was seemingly stroking Curufin’s hair in his sleep. He sucked in a breath as he processed that he was looking at five sons of Feanor squashed onto the same bed. And they were just cuddling. Cuddling. They didn’t even have knives.

He snuck out in a daze and stumbled back down he staircase. In all his years working for the Feanorians this was the most disturbing thing he’d ever witnessed.

#Silmarillion #tolkien #sons of feanor #erestor #feanorians #maedhros #curufin #caranthir #maglor #celegorm

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Komm raus kleine Maus

(Full credit goes to the owners of the both the gifs and the owners of COD)

I know I put in my Bio that I don't write but I was bored and I've been seeing a lot of König on my for you page on TikTok and I have grown obsessed with him and his German nicknames so here we go, this is my first time posting on here so please don't pay attention to any grammar flaws.

Summary: You and König had just recently gotten together so you two had yet to get to know about each other. One day you decided to be mischievous and steal the top part of his uniform just to see him shirtless.

After enduring a grueling day of training and completing missions, I was utterly exhausted and barely able to move. Despite my body feeling like the inside of a spoon, I was determined to keep going so that I could finally take a warm shower. Every step I took was accompanied by the ache in my muscles, and at times I felt like collapsing onto the ground and let the ground just take me, what a refreshing thought. Sadly not possible.

As I keep walking, I can see my barrack.. with the lights on? I wonder what's going on now, is König in there? if so, I call dibs on the shower first.

I tiptoed to the door, ensuring minimal noise. I quietly turned the knob, the metal of the hinges squeaking, making my ears bleed, I hissed at the sound '' stupid hinges, really need to change that, I'll be deaf one day thanks to them'', I mumbled to myself. I opened the door and entered, only to hear sounds of water running and the feeling of steam

son of bitch stole my shower

I pouted internally as I had to wait until he was done but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the top part of his gear just lying loosely on my desk, and then, a feeling of mischievous sprang to life and I started planning everything in my head from top to bottom on how I could mess with my König. Grinning to myself, I started walking over but then... the water stopped running, shit

I quickly composed myself, grabbed the top part of his body, and ran out of the door and into König's room, which happened to be right next to mine. I managed to find a hiding spot quickly and made myself comfortable, all while keeping a close eye on the door that I had left open. I groaned quietly at my mistake and thought to myself, "Nicely done. That's going to be so obvious now." Then, I went back to keeping watch on the door.

''What the hell!'', a loud voice boomed, his Austrian accent clear as day. I grinned to myself once more and did a mini dance in my head to celebrate.

Booming footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer until I could see his clearly very dirty boots step through the door, turning in circles, as if he was looking around the room.

''Maus'', he called out. '' I know you are in here and I know you took the top part of my gear'', are you sure it was me? It could have been Soap, I snickered to myself unconsciously

Big mistake

König's boots turned towards the direction of my hiding spot, inching closer by taking very slow steps. It took everything in me not to squirm at the sight, knowing I was screwed... title of my sex tape

I was now in full view of his boots, my breathing turning erratic but still quiet until he said

''Komm raus kleine Maus'', he spoke in a teasing tone knowing full well that tone had an effect on me. Then suddenly large hands come rushing towards me, grabbing me by the ankle and pulling me out. I squealed in surprise but managed to grab onto the leg on the table, I was hiding under, halting his actions. I grinned inwardly at my reflexes as I kept a tight hold on the leg, '' HA bet you didn't see that coming, did you König?'', I winked at him slyly.

He grinned at me back, a devilish look in his eye, '' Mein Liebling you seem to have forgotten, I know your weakness'', and with that his free hand shoots up to my thigh, squeezing my thigh rapidly. The sheer sensation of his squeezes have me laughing instantly and writhing around, trying to lodge his hand off my thigh

"Aw, come on! You are so unfair, König!" I laughed, with a huge smile on my face, enjoying the little banter between us. Eventually, my grip weakened, and I could no longer hold on. König noticed this and with one last pull, he picked me up bridal style and carried me over to his bed. There he sat down with me on his lap. His naked torso on full display.

''You know Maus, if you wanted to see me shirtless all you had to do was mask'', König grinned cheekily. I started to blush from his comment and tried to hide it. König gently cupped my chin, moving my face back up to his eyes, '' do not hide from Liebling'', he said as he leaned in closer, pulling me into a passionate kiss

I kissed back eagerly, wanting to feel more, wanting to feel more of him. My hands travelled up from his abdomen, feeling his defined muscles flex underneath my palm, making me moan at the feeling. We pulled away oxygen, panting heavily. I moved to straddle his lap so I was facing him, his hands moving behind my waist and down to my ass, cupping both cheeks gently but slapping my ass hard

''There's more where that came from Kleine Maus, stealing my gear has consequences'', he spoke teasingly, making me blush even more than before. He grinned at the sight, slapping my ass once more before swiftly rolling us so I was beneath him and he was on top. His fingers danced on the hem of shirt, moving it slightly upwards, exposing my bare abdomen causing me to giggle quietly.

König chuckled ''always so sensitive'', he mused while winking at me

you and your winking are causing my insides to die here König

I wanted to so badly make a sassy comment but kept my retort to myself for another time. I was enjoying this immensely. König crawled back up to me, capturing me in another searing kiss. I felt complete being here with him. I haven't known him long enough but something about him just felt like... home

We seperated once again for air, I nuzzled up to his chest while his arms wrapped around me, the action making me feel safe.

I suddenly felt a wave of tiredness, making my eyes heavier by the second. König's hand was gently massaging my abdomen to help me fall asleep, and I found it to be the sweetest thing. He moved us again, and this time he laid beside me with my face nuzzled into his chest. He covered us with a blanket and whispered soothing words in my ear, "Are you tired, Maus? That's okay, get some sleep and I'll be here when you wake up." He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair, lulling me into a deep sleep. <3

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Well... my hands hurt now from typing but it was worth it

again first time writing anything, hope you liked it :)

#könig x reader #könig call of duty #call of duty #task force 141 #cod modern warfare #kortac

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distortionbobble · 2 years

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something in the orange (oneshot)

pairing: frank castle x f!reader

summary: you fell in love with frank castle almost twenty years ago. through the bad, through the good, you loved him. you were his best friend, after all. but after his death, and all the things he did as the punisher, you don’t know where you stand. (best friends to lovers)

warnings: minors (under 18) and ageless blogs dni! blasphemy (just a little bit), mentions of child abuse/an abusive parent, oral (f! and m! recieving), p in v, edging kinda? just general smut warnings and maybe a little angst at the end

word count: 12.2k

a/n: i worked on this for a very long time and i’m really really proud of it so i hope you guys enjoy! if you have any recommendations on how i could’ve built their friendship differently or what you wanna see more of lemme know. as always comments and reblogs are so so appreciated. thanks !

“I understand how you’re feeling.”

“No, you don’t,” the boy in front of you spits out. He’s tense, coiled in a way that you recognize all too well because it’s been you before. Aaron, the teenager in front of you, is one that you’ve been working with since he was arrested during a street fight that was unofficially linked to one of the many mafias that poison New York City. The court mandated that he would visit you every week, Friday at 3 PM, right after he gets out of school.

And you swear, you’ve been making progress with him. The first meeting you had with him, he refused to say a damn thing and the two of you sat wordlessly, staring at each other as you played your favorite songs from your little speaker. Every kid is different, you know that. You just gotta give them time to unwind. The first word he’d said was two weeks later, when you asked him how his day was and he responded with a gruff “fine”.

He’s really a gentle kid, even if he won’t acknowledge it. He likes art, likes to talk to you about art. The only reason he’s involved with the mafia is because the rest of his family is. Or was, you suppose. They were killed last Saturday, gunned down by a man who should’ve been dead a hundred times before his actual death.

Frank Castle.

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“I know this is a little unusual, but I believe the circumstance calls for it, my dear. I’m hoping that putting you next to him, and, if you can, having you tutor him, will help his behavior quite a lot. You’re one of my best students, you know.”

Your teacher stared up at you expectantly, tapping her neatly manicured nails on the desk. The sound was jarring and loud, almost overstimulating as you blinked and considered her words.

Normally, you wouldn’t have batted an eye at the request. It’s the most normal thing in the world, putting the troublemaker and the golden student together to encourage compliance.

But Frank Castiglione scared you. Not that you had actually talked to him before, but his reputation preceded him. Hushed voices spoke of bloody knuckles that followed the fights he’d have with anyone that looked at him funny. It didn’t help when he came into class with a split lip and the fury of a starved tiger.

“Please,” Ms. Beck added, gaze still trained on you as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“…Okay.” You were reluctant, but you didn’t feel you had much of a choice. After all, you wanted her to write your recommendation letters for college next year, and if you turned this down, it could jeopardize that. Besides, it was only for an hour a day.

You spun on your heel and marched back to your desk. You forced your back to remain ramrod straight, hiding any trace of fear because if you showed it, Frank would eat you up. You stopped at his desk— your desk too, now— and swung your backpack onto the floor with a loud thud. You were adamant on not looking at him, but you felt his eyes boring a hole into your skull as you focused straight ahead.

Frank scoffed quietly and began to dig his pencil into the desk, carving his initials in jagged lines of graphite in the wood.

“Quit that,” you hissed. He paused, looking at you with his pencil still jammed into the desk. You turned to look at him now. You figured that if you were gonna interact with Frank, you could start off with having a goal for every conversation. The goal for this one was for him to stop fucking up the desks.

He was still staring at you, like he was confused. Confused on why you’d talk to him or why he shouldn’t damage the desks, you couldn’t tell. You ran your fingers across the surface of your own desk before you spoke again.

“Please.” He didn’t move. “Listen, I wouldn’t care if it was your own stuff. If you wanna draw on yourself, I’ve got a Sharpie in my backpack that you are more than welcome to monopolize. But these desks? Paying for them to be fixed, which the district absolutely will make them do, comes right out of the teachers’ paychecks. You don’t have to love Ms. Beck, but you’re better than fucking with her income because you wanna tell the next set of high schoolers that you were in chemistry.”

Frank’s eyes flicked to you before returning to his pencil, and you breathed a small victory exhale when he held out his palm for you to give him a Sharpie.

Ms. Beck spent the hour explaining how to balance equations. You made a mental note to study it all later because for some reason, you just couldn’t focus with Frank next to you.

You had to admit that part of the reason was because he was so damn attractive. His nose was crooked, with just a slight bump on the slope. You weren’t sure why you thought that was so cute, but you did. And his cheekbones, they were so defined. You wanted to know him, the real him that was hidden behind his facade of delinquency. You weren’t sure why you’d never seen it before.

“Hey, Castiglione,” you said right as the bell rang. He looked at you with a shade of irritation coloring his face, but at least he was humoring you. The glare in his gaze was enough to give you pause, but the mantra of recommendation letter running through your head forced you onwards.

“So I was thinking,” you continued, slinging your backpack onto one shoulder then the other as you walked next to him out of the classroom. “I don’t know how great you’re doing in chem, but I could use a study buddy. How about after school? At the library?”

“Okay. And don’t call me Castiglione.” Frank’s voice was gruff, like he hadn’t used it in a while. You hid your smile as you turned and walked to your next class.

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2:30. The second that the minute hand kissed the six on the clock, you jumped out of your seat, grasping your French homework in your hands and stuffing it into your bag to get to the library quicker.

It was raining slightly as you jogged out of the portable to the main building, and you silently wished that it wouldn’t still be raining later when you were to walk home.

You collided into someone roughly as you turned the corner to the library. It sent you backwards, right onto your ass and you looked up to see Frank standing there looking guilty.

“Cast-Frankie, you weren’t planning on pulling a runner on me, were you?” You said with a mock gasp, laughing when his skin flushed and he mumbled out a sorry excuse for an explanation as he held out a hand to help you up.

You couldn’t help but notice how strong he was and how warm his hand was when he did. Frank pulled you flush to his chest, and you were so distracted by him that you didn’t realize you were still holding his hand after you were already up. You only realized you were still holding it when he cleared his throat, and you let go of his hand as if it burned you.

“Can we review, um, the stuff about the valence electrons from the beginning of class? Think I fell asleep that day,” Frank asked shyly.

“Only if you’re cool with me going over the stuff we learned today. I couldn’t focus at all,” you say, settling into one of the chairs at the library and pulling out your chem textbook from your backpack.

“Alright. As for the valence electrons,” you hummed, flipping through your notebook to a month ago, when school had started, “I like to think of the atoms as… sentient. Like they’ve got a goal and they want to do certain things, you know?”

Frank nodded, but you could tell he was unsure where you were going with this.

“Okay. So the goal is for a full valence electron shell. For hydrogen and helium, they both have a valence shell capability of 2 electrons. But for the other ones, they have an outer shell capability of eight. Atoms have a goal to react with things to try and balance out the number of electrons they have so they have a full valence shell. For the ones that are close to their goal, like the halogen family with fluorine, they’ll do anything. They’re desperate to get their goal, to get that full valence shell.”

“They’re slutty.” You snorted loudly at Frank’s words, covering your mouth as you giggled when the librarian angrily shushed you from the other side of the room.

Frank didn’t say anything, just looked at you with a hint of amusement tugging his lips upwards in what seemed like a smile. You didn’t think he knew how to.

You turned back to your books when you realized you’d been staring for longer than you could justify, but you couldn’t subdue the warmth that had risen to your cheeks.

“Okay, ahem, let’s… uh, valence electrons.”

~~~

The sun was set when you and Frank walked side-by-side out of the library. October’s rains were cold on your skin, and you cursed the fact that you’d forgotten a jacket and would have to walk home now.

“Well, I’ll see you…” you began, turning to Frank but he was already gone, “later.”

Your voice dissipated in the onslaught of raindrops and you couldn’t see much except for the glow of the street lights reflecting in the raindrops.

Maybe you’d imagined him, after all.

So you turned away, gripping the straps of your backpack and ignoring the way that the water runs down your back and plasters your clothes to your skin. The dampness of your skin and the cold that it brought made you acutely aware of your heart beating in your chest and you dreaded having to walk home right now.

You didn’t make it far before a truck pulled up beside you. Frank rolled down his window. “Get in,” he uttered. You quickly made it to the passenger side of his truck and threw your backpack onto the floor of the truck, shivering from the aftermath of the outdoors.

“Here,” Frank said, tugging his hoodie over his head and handing it to you. You catch a glimpse of the jagged lightning bolts and symbols that he’d drawn on his arms during class and you smiled internally, accepting the hoodie.

“Thanks,” you murmured. He nodded and stepped on the accelerator.

“Where to?” He asked. The car was silent, but you didn’t mind. The traffic lights above you lit up his face with red and the moment felt soft in your heart.

“Oh, um, it’s just straight on Parsons, and then turn right when you see the Rite Aid.” He hummed in response. “Frank?”

“Yeah?”

“I know I haven’t known you for very long, but you’re not… not scary. Not the way people say you are.” He laughed quietly at your words, like he thought they were funny but you meant it. Frank Castiglione, in the past couple hours you’d known him, had been nothing but quiet, attentive, and kind. Which didn’t match the image he’d built himself in your school. It was like he wanted people to fear him, just so they’d leave him alone.

“Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled. He gripped the steering wheel so tight you could see little abrasions in his knuckles as they turned whiter. “We’re here,” he said, pulling into your street. You muttered a quick thanks as you stooped down to collect your backpack and shifted it onto your lap, moving to pull his sweatshirt over your head before Frank’s hand settled on your shoulder. “You can give it back later, y’know.”

“Oh. Thanks, I’ll wash it and give it to you in school on Monday, ‘kay?” You said, hopping out of his car with a grin. “Should we meet up at yours on the weekend?”

Frank shook his head quickly and you tried to hide the way your smile faltered at his response but you knew he saw. He cleared his throat and looked down at his steering wheel before looking back at you. “Could we- could we do yours instead? Your place, I mean.”

“Yeah, of course. Works great for me, cos then I don’t even have to walk home. We could do that on the weekdays too, if you’re okay with that.” Frank nodded hesitantly, and you smiled back at him before swinging his door shut and running to your front door in the cover of the rain.

By the time you turned to wave goodbye to him, he was already gone.

~~~

“Aaron, it’s okay to grieve. Allow yourself to feel that, to sit with that. It’s not your fault,” you say, but the teenager shakes his head in frustration.

“You don’t get it. You didn’t know them. To you, all my family means is a bunch of criminals that got me involved in the mafia. You never knew the good. You don’t really mean what you’re saying, and I know it,” Aaron says bitingly.

“I’ve met enough people in my lifetime to know that there is good in everyone, even if I personally haven’t experienced it,” you respond coolly. Aaron squeezes his palms together and looks up, like he’s trying to stop the tears from building. You know he hasn’t been given the chance to work through this, to have the chance to grieve because to any mafia, death is just a part of the calling. It’s supposed to be a point of revenge, a source of raw brute strength, not a weakness.

But you don’t want Aaron to just be some kid who is inevitably stuck in the mafia, you want him to know that there’s a different way of thinking. To break free of that cruel machismo persona that is forced onto the young men of Aaron’s community.

You try to get through to him again. “How about you tell me about some of your favorite memories with them?”

Aaron looks at you, then at the paintings on the walls. You notice that it’s raining outside as Aaron swallows and decides what it is he wants to say.

“My, uh, my brothers. They’d come sit in my room when I was doing my homework— they were all older than me. They wanted me to stay far, far away from this stuff, but Dad thought it was better for my future to keep me connected, in a sense.”

Aaron looks up at you. He’s seeking your approval as he breaks it all down, piece by piece, until his grief is out in the open for him to take in all at once. You nod encouragingly, with all the softness and understanding you can muster.

“Yeah. Yeah, they’d come in and sit in my room while I was doing homework, even if they didn’t know what I was doing or studying. Sometimes they’d help me if they could, if I had any questions. They really cared, they really loved me, y’know?”

You nod at him, but your mind is far, far away, decades ago, next to a boy that used to do the same damn thing for you.

~~~

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d left your house for something that wasn’t school.

Even Frank’s study sessions with you, for the past four months, had been cut short. But you could feel yourself growing closer to him, the attraction you felt for him settling into the background as your friendship began to grow. And thankfully, Frank was really starting to get better at chemistry. You weren’t sure why he’d struggled so much before the two of you were studying together, because once he had a little bit of quiet to do the work and study, he didn’t even need you. You’d even wager that he knew the material a little better than you did. You couldn’t complain though, because studying with Frank was the highlight of your day.

It did suck, though, spending the weekends and late nights studying for the SATs. You felt like you were going stir crazy, and the equations scribbled on post-it notes and stuck on your walls only felt like they were starting to enclose on you. There was only so much you could study, anyways.

You bit back a scream and buried your face in your hands, chucking your pen across the room before standing up to pace back and forth. There was that story about the woman from the Victorian era, the one who went mad with the yellow wallpaper. You felt a little like her at that moment. You threw your window open, poking your head out into a crisp wintery evening and breathing deeply. Then you heard a familiar voice call your name out, and you turned to look in disbelief at Frank Castiglione standing in your backyard on frosty grass with a little plastic grocery bag in his hand and looking very, very cold. “What the fuck? Frank, get inside, it’s so cold out there!” You hissed, turning away to find some sort of rope or something to help Frank get in. But he scaled up the tree right next to your bedroom window and inched himself further into your window until he could swing himself into your room.

“Shit, lemme put my shoes on the bag so they don’t make your room dirty,” he muttered. You were still staring at him, gaping at him in total confusion when he turned to you with the biggest grin on his face and a shiny little CD that had your name written, all jagged and crooked, in Sharpie. “Made you a mixtape,” He offered uselessly.

“Frank, what? I have to study!”

“I know, I know. It’s just that you’ve seemed a little bummed out recently and I figured you haven’t been doin’ much outside of studying, cos hey, if you were doin’ it you’d be talking my ear off about it during our study sessions. So I, y’know, assumed. Sorry if I was wrong,” Frank rambled. You noticed he was doing that thing he got when he was nervous about embarrassing himself, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing like a tomato. You hid your smile behind the back of your hand as you marched over to him and took the CD from his grasp.

“Thanks. And I don't talk your ears off, your ears are very happy to hear me talking.” Frank snorted at your words, and you gave him the biggest, most genuine smile you could muster as you began to play the CD. “So, Castiglione.”

“Hate that name.”

“Even if it’s yours?”

“It’s never felt like mine,” he said, sitting himself on the floor next to your bed and resting his head on the mattress behind him.

“Why not?” you asked him, coming to sit next to him and mimicking his position. You could see the little glow in the dark star stickers that you’d put up when you were just a kid, from ages ago, and they still made you smile. You wanted to see Frank smile, you thought to yourself.

He shrugged, eyes trained on the ceiling as the fan spun its blades round. “Reminds me too much of my old man,” he decided after a while. “And I don’t wanna be him. Not ever.”

“What about Castle instead? Sounds kinda similar to Castiglione, so you could get away with getting people at school to adjust to it easy-peasy, but it’s your own name. Frank Castle.”

“I like the sound of that,” Frank said with a laugh, bumping your shoulder with his own before resting his head on yours.

“Alright, Castle. How’d you know I was in dire, desperate need of a break?” You giggled, kicking at his legs just slightly with your own. There was some part of you that needed this, needed to be next to Frank or just connected to him even in the most fleeting of touches.

“Mm. Been stalking you, of course,” he snorted, withdrawing from you just enough to flick your skull with his fingers.

“Shut up. You’re so annoying, y’know.” You didn’t mean it, and he knew that, which is why Frank laughed at your dispassionate dig.

“Was just joking. Knew you’d be up, anyways. You’ve been looking like a raccoon recently, and I know how stressed you get when there’s tests ‘n shit coming up.”

“Thanks, Frankie. How have things been outside of school?” You said, nuzzling your cheek further into Frank’s shoulder. You felt him tense up under you and for a second, you were worried that you’d pushed too far. It wasn’t meant to be malicious, though. You wanted to know that Frank was better than before, even if he smiled more around you and seemed happier overall.

He shrugged. “Same as always, I guess. You know my old man and I aren’t exactly close.” And you wanted to ask what that meant, but you figured it simply wasn’t your place. It didn’t seem like something that Frank wanted to talk about. Not right now, at least.

“My SAT is on Sunday. Two days,” you sighed, getting up from the floor. Frank stayed seated there, and you felt his gaze as he scanned you. You wonder what he saw, if he saw the tension in your back that you felt. Frank could read you like a book. You didn’t know how he did it but he knew you, sometimes better than you knew yourself.

“Alright, I guess I’ll head out then,” He said, but you shook your head as you sat down to study and turned around to face him.

“Stay. You can take a nap or something or just chill out—I’ll keep the music playing, I like the songs you put on the CD.” Frank nodded and flopped back onto your bed, and you returned to studying.

At that moment, your mom knocked on your door, calling out your name.

“I’m studying!” You shouted back, hiding a nervous laugh when you looked at Frank on your bed. Your parents would probably kill you if they knew that Frank was here. They loved him, but you weren’t so sure they’d love him in your room after hours.

“Sure. Tell Frank he can use the front door next time. And that we say hi and that he has to go home by eleven, ‘kay?”

“Will do, ma’am!” He called back. Your mother opened the door to look at the two of you and smiled, before she shut the door again.

“I can’t believe she knew you were here. And she didn’t wanna kick you out. How?” You laughed, tossing your pen at him and laughing when it hit him with an oof.

“Beats me,” he shrugged, stretching onto your bed.

You didn’t know why either. But you knew one thing: just having him near you brought you comfort. You didn’t know much, but you knew that you adored being around Frank Castle.

~~~

“What do I do now?” Aaron asks, swiping at the corners of his eyes as he cries. You hand him the box of tissues and he accepts them graciously, dabbing at his tear-stained cheeks.

“Death is a hard thing for anyone to come to terms—”

“No, not just their death,” Aaron interrupts. His voice is so heavy with grief that it hurts to listen to. “Castle’s death, too. I wish I could’ve found him and killed him myself, because I want him to hurt the way I do right now. The hurt that everyone he’s killed felt. And now he’s dead? That feels too easy, ma’am.” There’s that undercurrent of anger, sharp and unrelenting and you know it won’t go away, not for years, not for decades. It’s the kind of anger that you learn to live with, not the kind you let go.

It’s the kind of anger that you still hold for Frank Castle’s father.

You sigh, and rub your shoulders as you lean back. “Aaron,” you say softly. You’re worried that if you go about this wrong, you’ll lose all the progress you’ve made with him thus far. “There are people in this world that die painlessly despite all the hell they’ve put others through. And that kind of death isn’t something you move on from in days, or months. You don’t have to let go of your anger, ever, even if others try to force you to do so. So it’s okay to be angry, and to grieve, and to wish that—” you can’t bring yourself to say Frank’s name, you just can’t— “That the man who murdered your parents suffers a thousand lifetimes.”

“It’s not fair,” he bites out. You nod. “You’re right, it’s not. And it leaves us with no choice but to accept what’s happened, and to try and move on. Even if it hurts, even if some days are worse than others. You take it one day at a time and you hold onto that anger if it helps you keep going, but that’s what matters. Taking it one day at a time.”

Aaron’s gaze meets yours and you know, in the millisecond that he looks at you, really looks at you, that he sees more than you intended to show. He’s perceptive and he knows, somehow, that you hold the same anger he holds. But he doesn’t say anything, just exhales and a little bit of the tension leaves your body.

You don’t say anything. You’ll give Aaron the space he needs until he’s ready.

~~~

Ever since that night, Frank Castle had developed a habit of showing up right after dinner time, sneaking in through your bedroom window even when the door was unlocked. You’d told him that a few times, too, but he favored coming in through your bedroom window for some reason that you just couldn’t piece together.

The snow had fallen and melted, and the flowers had bloomed all in the time that you’d taken to become Frank Castle’s best friend.

You were on the phone with Frank, sitting on your bed with the home phone as your mom prepared dinner.

“So I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” You said.

“Get off the phone, I wanna talk to my boyfriend!” your younger sister whined from across the house.

“I’ll be done soon!” You shouted back. “Frankie?”

“Yeah. I’m lookin’ forward to it, I’m so excited to not have to use my brain for a couple hours.”

“Since when do you use your brain?” You asked jokingly, but as you did, you heard Frank’s parents yelling in the background.

He sighed. “Shit, I gotta go. But I’ll be there, just leave your window open like usual.” Then he cut the line, and you stared at the device in your hand, confused.

“I’m getting on the phone, I don’t care if you’re still talking to your loverboy or not!”

“He’s not my loverboy!”

~~~

You were reading on your bed when you heard the telltale shuffling of leaves and branches that signaled Frank’s arrival.

“Hey MTV, welcome my crib,” you giggled, not bothering to look up from your book when you heard his feet thump into your room. But when Frank was silent, instead of laughing how he usually did, you got up in concern to see him standing there with red-rimmed eyes and an ugly purple bruise on his cheekbone, sniffling quietly as he wiped his eyes with his sleeves.

“Frankie?” You asked, rushing to his side and wrapping your arms around his middle as he cried.

“I- oh, God, I just, give me a— a minute” he stammered out, crying into your shoulder as he sank into your embrace.

“It’s okay, Frankie,” you said, holding him tightly. “You don’t have to talk. I’m here for you.” His shoulders shook and it lit a cold fire inside you, because Frank did not break like this. Frank was a force of fucking nature and to see him shaken like this was like seeing the ocean brought down to its knees. It was wrong. And you’d make whoever hurt him like this pay. They’d see hell at your hands, that much you could promise.

Frank remained with his head tucked into your shoulder long after the strength had left his body and he could cry no longer. But he held onto you still like you were his strength, like he would fall apart if he let go of you.

“Was my dad,” he said finally. Frank’s voice was rough with the force of his sadness, scratchy and thick in his throat. “He found out I skipped church this Sunday and decided that he needed to remind me of everything I’ve ever done to let him down. How I’m not as good as Anthony, never will be. Always the black sheep of the family. He decided to throw me around for good measure, so I fought back. Knocked him out and I came running to you. Like a coward.” He sounded so defeated that you couldn’t help but draw him closer to you, like your arms could protect him from the cruelty of his father.

“You’re no coward. He should never have laid a hand on you, Frankie, I’m so sorry. Do you want me to grab some frozen peas real quick?” Frank shook his head, arms wrapped around your torso and squeezed you a hair tighter.

“No, I can deal with it. He does this a lot.” With that, it all clicks in your head— the rumors of all the fights, the little scars on his knuckles, the split lips he used to sport. It was his father abusing him this whole time. You wanted to crush his father’s windpipe for hurting Frank, and watch the life fade from his eyes. And you wanted to cry, just thinking of all that Frank had endured, but you needed to be strong for him. So you held back your tears, and kissed his head to give him all the love you had.

“Frankie, your father cannot force you to join the priesthood or join the parish or however you say it. Know that no matter what, the choice will stay in your hands. And you’re not the black sheep. Not to me. You’ll never be anything less than your own wonderful, dynamic, caring person. You’re Frank Castle. Your father had no right to use the mistakes you might’ve made when you were younger against you. Plus, everything you’ve done so far is to keep him happy. You're so smart and he just doesn’t see it, he doesn’t see you but I see you and I love you, Frank. You’re my best friend for a reason,” you said softly. Clumsy words tumbled out of your mouth, but you needed Frank to know that his dad’s words were bullshit.

“I’m sorry for coming here like this,” Frank whispered.

“Don’t you dare apologize. Not for this, not to me.”

“Will you distract me?” He asked you, an inkling of hope coloring his tone. You smiled softly against his skin but didn’t let go. He’d been hurt tonight. And for as long as you’d let him, you’d shield him from the world and help him glue back together the pieces of himself with a smile on your face. Frank was your safe place, and you wanted to be his safe place too.

“So, uh, Jake asked me out,” you started, staring at the ceiling. You didn’t really like Jake like that, but he was cute and sweet and you thought maybe you could have a fun date with him. Besides, you couldn’t keep pining after Frank. After months of friendship, you were pretty damn sure he didn’t see you like that and confessing would just ruin what you had.

“Really?” Frank asked, lifting his head up to look at you. There was something you couldn’t quite place on his face, a look that was familiar but not on Frank’s face. You dismissed it and nodded with a soft smile. He was your best friend, he’d be happy for you, right?

“I dunno, he’s nice, I guess. I said yeah, so we’re going to the movies Friday night.”

“Didn’t he take Marcy to junior prom?” Frank asked, rolling himself off of you to rest on his back next to you.

“Yeah, but he’s not into her. He told me that they’re just friends and y’know how it is when everyone in the friend group is going together.”

“Oh,” Frank said blankly. He didn’t look at you, just traced the little stars in your ceiling with his finger and made constellations only he could see.

“Will you help me choose an outfit?” you asked him. You felt like he was mad at you and you hated that. You didn’t mean to sound so desperate but you’re sure Frank could sense it. He always did with you. And there was that part of you that you tried so hard to bury all the time, the part that wanted him to confess to you that he loved you. But he didn’t, so you forced yourself to ignore the way your heart wanted to stop time to sit next to him for all eternity.

“Yeah. You said it’s Sunday, right?” He said. You were sure you imagined the gruffness in his voice just then but the thought vanished entirely from your head when Frank looked at you. His lips were tugged into that lopsided smile that made you feel like your heart was gonna burst from your chest, and how could you think of anything else when you saw him?

For a minute, you want to tell him. Fuck Jake and the movies. The words sit light and sweet on the tip of your tongue, IthinkI’minlovewithyou, but you bite your tongue and wish that now was forever.

~~~

You’d called Frank halfway through your stupid date with Jake.

Jake had taken you to a drive-in movie theater, which had sounded romantic at first but had resulted in you losing your virginity in the backseat to a guy who was too sloppy to even care about whether you felt good or not.

Afterwards, when you were pulling your panties back on under your skirt, he’d flipped down his driver’s side vanity to look at himself and asked you to keep this whole thing “quiet” because he really liked Marcy and was planning on asking her to be his girlfriend.

And then he’d asked you if he should drop you off at home. Your hair was mussed up and lips swollen from his rough (and awful) kissing, so you shook your head and told him you’d just watch the movie from the front seats near the projector.

Instead, you’d walked off to the entrance of the park when Jake had driven away, and called Frank asking him to pick you up.

You saw him now, the lights of his truck a beacon of sanity after what you could safely classify as the worst first date experience you’d ever had.

“You look rough,” Frank called out to you once he was stopped right next to you. You threw open his door and climbed in with a scoff, rubbing your face with the palms of your hands and ruining the already messed-up makeup.

“Frankie,” you whined, tilting your head back to rest on the headrests.

“You got your lip gloss all over your face, dummy,” Frank said after a beat. You tried to wipe it off with the back of your hand and looked at Frank for his approval. He shook his head and brought his hand to your face, swiping the lip gloss from your cheek and under your lips. The tip of his thumb ran across the skin on the bottom of your lower lip, and you swore his eyes were trained on your lips before he withdrew his hand.

God, you wanted it back.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Alright, where to now?” Frank asked you, speeding as he got the two of you out of the park.

“Can we just… drive?” You asked, rifling through Frank’s CD collection before selecting the identical copy of the one he’d made for you seven months ago. “Didn’t realize you had this in your truck. Attaboy, Frankie,” You said to him with a wide grin.

“Attaboy?” He laughed. The stop lights and streetlights were all a blur as he drove, and you felt all of your troubles melting from the warmth that was Frank.

“Fits you, I suppose,” you hummed, lost in the music that you’d listened to so often thanks to Frank’s CD.

“I like that. I’m taking that now,” Frank laughed.

Frank didn’t ask you questions about your bad date until you wanted to talk to him about it. He was sympathetic when you told him, and while he could’ve said I told you so, deservedly, he’d kept it locked up until you said it yourself, and then he laughed at you and agreed. But strangely, you didn’t really care about your bad date, or losing your stupid virginity to a stupid boy. You cared about being in this car with Frank.

You cared about Frank, that’s all.

~~~

A myocardial infarction.

That’s what the doctors had told Frank when his father sat down after dinner with a chest ache and never opened his eyes again.

It seemed too easy to you, too peaceful for someone who had been so abusive in his lifetime. Why did he get it so easy? He didn’t deserve that, he deserved to rot in jail until the taste of sunshine was a forgotten memory to his skin.

Mr. Castiglione’s funeral was a solemn affair. He’d been on the police force, and some of his old coworkers were in attendance at the funeral. Dressed in all black, you wondered what they were mourning. Did they know the outlet of his anger? Did they ignore the concerned calls from the neighbors because they knew whose house it was?

You stayed by Frank’s side the entire time. Your family had been more than understanding, cooking enough to feed Frank’s family too to support the Castigliones in their time of mourning. You knew the bastard didn’t deserve the mourning, but after his father’s death, Frank had been… concerning.

He stood now, above his father’s grave in the rain long after the last bit of dirt had been shoveled on to the grave. When Frank spoke, his voice was gravel and broken glass.

“I kept waiting,” he said. Then he fell silent, and you let your head fall onto his shoulder as he stared blankly at the fresh dirt. You held an umbrella above the two of you, even when your arm ached from the effort of keeping the two of you dry. Mostly to keep Frank dried. That’s what you were concerned with. “Kept waiting for him to be my dad. And it never came. I’m— I’m glad he died. He can’t hurt me anymore, not six feet under.” You looked down to see Frank’s fingers clenching the fabric of his coat. You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded quietly.

Frank fell to his knees with a thud, still staring blankly at the ground. You knelt down to his level, still maintaining the umbrella over his head. You’d keep him safe however you could, you decided. Frank dug into the dirt with his hands, disturbing the grave as it settled and just… held it up to his face. Then he tossed the dirt to the side, disturbing the orderly appearance of the monster’s grave. “Husband, officer, father,” he muttered angrily under his breath. “A failure in all. A failure in life. Husband, officer, failure.”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to nod, but you didn’t know if this was a burden that would be more painful to share than to shoulder alone. But you wouldn’t let Frank be lonely. You thought of the bitter man, whose heart had been filled with such poison that it simply gave way. You hoped that his last moments were excruciating, that every nerve was alight with pain and that he regretted every breath he’d taken in his damned life. Wishful thinking.

“He taught me how to shoot a gun,” Frank said. His voice sounded robotic, hollow. You turned your head to face him, and brought your free hand to his cheekbones to collect the teardrops that fell. “Taught me to throw a punch, taught me how to make a bruise go away faster. Everything of violence, everything of hate.” He got to his feet, and you mimicked his actions silently, arm stiff from the weight of the umbrella.

Frank looked at you and silently pushed your arm down. You dropped the umbrella as you looked into his solemn eyes, and Frank took your hand in his own as the rain swallowed the two of you whole. You felt invisible with Frank Castle. The rain washed clear the grief on his face, and he gave a bitter smile before he walked away from his father’s grave with his hand still holding yours.

~~~

“Thanks for listening, ma’am,” Aaron says, shrugging on his jacket as he gets ready to leave your office.

The two of you had spent the hour working through all the good memories Aaron had with his dad and brothers, and though Aaron still carried that unshakable grief on his shoulders, you could tell that it was a little lighter.

“It’s what I’m here for, kiddo.”

He smiles at you before he heads out of your office, and you close the door.

You felt a smidge of guilt deep inside. The little things that Aaron had mentioned today had brought Frank to the forefront of your consciousness, but you knew that wasn’t him anymore. No, Frank had gone from your best friend to murdering people just because they got caught up in the wrong side of things. And it had hurt Aaron, which haunted your thoughts when you saw Frank’s face in your mind.

The last time you’d seen Frank’s face was the mugshot they’d broadcasted on the news. You could still see traces of the old Frank, the one you’d loved as your other half, but it was all fragmented pieces in a man that had lost far too much.

You shake off the thoughts of Frank and try to turn your focus back to your work. Aaron was your last appointment of the day, and you’d done anything else you needed to do on your break between clients.

You spend the next twenty minutes updating Aaron’s files— going through what worked with him, and the initial anger that he showed up with. And when you’re all done with your work, you pack up your things and turn the lights off, ready to walk the five blocks to get to your apartment.

You’ve always liked walking. Tonight, the smog of the city is a little lighter and you feel sharp, alert. You hear thunder clap in the distance as the skies begin to pour down on you but you don’t mind the rain, not tonight. You don’t bother to put on a jacket or grab your umbrella, allowing the rain to drench you. You feel warm still, despite the downpour as you walk home.

~~~

It felt like senior year passed by in a blur.

Frank didn’t like to talk about college applications much, so you really didn’t ask, but it was something that loomed over all of your heads. What would you do after high school? What career did you want to go into? It all seemed so daunting, but there was comfort to be had in knowing that everyone was going through the same dilemma.

Frank’s parents still thought he was gonna become a priest. The two of you had realized that it was safer to let them think that, so he kept his mouth shut and quietly saw the end of his religious career. Frank was too hot-headed to be a priest, anyways. When he saw Jake sometime in the middle of senior year, he’d slammed the other boy into the lockers until you’d tugged the side of his hoodie and muttered to him that it wasn’t worth the hassle.

Jake wasn’t the only boy you’d slept with, anyways. You had slept with some from your high school, and some from others. They all had two things in common: they were all very unsatisfactory, and none of them could make you feel how Frank did.

Frank, on the other hand, was the same as always. He had asked you if you thought Maria was into him once. You’d responded with a firm no, jealousy in your heart and hot on your tongue as you attempted to quell the feeling. You hadn’t been able to look at another boy since he’d asked that question, because in case he felt the way you did, you didn’t want him to go through the pain of seeing you with someone else. You didn’t want to see him with anyone else.

Frank spent almost every day at your house, sneaking in through your window every time. It was almost a running joke in your family, how Frank would “sneak in” even when the front door was unlocked. He was like your counterpart, going where you’d go and even in your loneliest moments, you weren’t alone, because you had Frank.

Time had passed quickly. The only regret you’d had as the year passed was that you hadn’t befriended Frank sooner, because the time you had with him felt altogether insufficient. You’d gotten into a college nearby, where you planned on studying psychology and seeing where that would take you.

Frank still hadn’t told you what he was gonna do after this. You figured he’d continue with whatever his parents would finance, and as much as you hated the thought, you didn’t know what else he could do. All you could do was trust that Frank had it handled, and if he wanted your support you’d be there before he could even finish asking the question.

Frank Castle was your best friend. He was also the person you dreamt of before sleeping, the one you called when you were happy or sad, the first person you’d share anything with, the one you turned to for comfort, the one you wanted to kiss so desperately that it felt like you couldn’t breathe sometimes.

As the school year had wrapped itself up, the two of you found yourselves skipping prom— “it’s stupid anyways, we could just slow dance in a parking lot and have way more fun”-- and getting matching tattoos of your bedroom window to immortalize your friendship. And then you slow danced in a parking lot, stiff and awkward with the bandages of the tattoo still bulky and the pain just barely radiating as you sang some top 30 hit and Frank twirled you around, humming what he could.

You were leaving for college tomorrow. There was an unspoken tension between you and Frank now, now that your date to move out was so close. Of course, he promised to visit and you promised to call every day, but there was something heavier still. You both knew everything was gonna change, and you hated that. Deeply.

Frank was next to you on your bed now, tossing your pillow in the air and singing along to the radio that you’d put on. You thought he had a beautiful singing voice. You knew he’d been playing guitar for a while, but it was rare for him to be singing like this.

“You sound beautiful,” you blurted out, then turned your head to hide the warmth that singed your cheeks from the impulsive compliment.

“Nah,” Frank chuckled, slinging an arm around your shoulder and bringing your temple to his lips to press a fleeting kiss to your skin. You wished you could get it tattooed. “You’ve got a pretty voice, though. Sing with me?” He asked, swaying your intertwined bodies softly as he continued to hum. You joined your song with his, a clumsy and intimate chorus for just the two of you as you savored the time you got to spend with Frank. “Attagirl,” he said lowly, looking at you with the shadow of something you saw so often on his face nowadays.

And all the emotions that you’d hidden in your dark bubbled up uncontrollably, maybe because of the warmth of Frank’s arm or the heat of his gaze, but your tongue was clumsy and loose and you felt yourself opening your mouth before you could even think to stop yourself.

“I’m in love with you,” you said abruptly. Frank’s body relaxed against yours as he looked at you in shock, blinking at you as the two of you processed what you had just said.

“What?”

“No, no, fuck, I didn’t mean to tell you that,” you panicked, getting up from your bed and backing away from Frank.

“But you meant it.”

“What?”

“You said you didn’t mean to tell me that. But you meant it.”

“Fuck, Frank, does it matter?” You urged, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyebrows.

“Yes, it does. Are you in love with me?” He asked. Frank’s voice was low, and it made it hard for you to read him. Tears pricked at your eyes as your body internalized the panic you were feeling. You felt frozen but Frank’s proximity forced you to spill out the truth, a frantic yesohgod that you wish you could’ve trapped on your tongue instead.

Frank’s big palms met your jaw softly, holding your face in place as his thumbs ran over your cheekbones. “Now ask me what I feel,” he said.

“What do you feel?” You whispered. Your mind was blank from Frank’s touch, and the only thing you could process was the softness and warmth of his skin against yours.

“I’m in love with you.” He said your name, sweeter than a prayer, and brought his forehead to rest on yours. The tip of his nose just barely pressed against yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. “I’m in love with you, and I have been for a very long time. I love you. I love you.”

You whimpered softly and you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or kiss him. It was almost too much, and the frustration of knowing that he’d loved you this whole time was enough to drive you mad.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, eyes still closed as you soaked in the radiance of being this close to Frank. You felt him nod against you, and that was all the confirmation you needed to press your lips against his. You wished he’d been your first kiss, because all the other boys you’d kissed just couldn’t compare. His lips were soft and hesitant against yours, and your noses collided as you tilted your head to kiss him deeply. You withdrew to catch your breath, and then pecked his lips softly, smiling at him as you guided him to lay down on the bed next to you.

It was familiar, something that you’d done a million times before, and as you brought your lips to Frank’s you couldn’t help but think about how kissing him felt natural. His fingers gripped the hair at the back of your neck as you sat up to keep kissing him, teeth just barely clashing against each other as your tongue met his. You were vaguely aware of how he tasted like cinnamon as you kissed him.

His hands found their way at the hem of your dress, toying with it as the two of you kissed. You paused and pulled it off, leaving you in just your underwear. Frank raised a brow at your state of undress and pulled his own shirt off. The little cross necklace he still wore gleamed in the light of your bedside lamp, and you rubbed it between your forefinger and thumb gently. Frank flicked his brows up as if to say, what now?

You straddled Frank on the edge of your bed and bent to kiss him more. His lips were addictive, molded perfectly to yours, ebbing and flowing against your motions. Frank wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you flush against him, the skin of your chests only separated by the flimsy fabric of your bra. The force at which you kissed him made it hard to breathe but you didn’t want to breathe, you just wanted to kiss him over and over again until he was sick of you.

Frank’s fingers ran up the length of your spine until they rested at the nape of your neck, where he toyed with the clasp of the necklace you wore. It was the one he’d bought you for your eighteenth birthday, and you wondered if he knew that. You placed a kiss on his nose, the one that you adored so much, and let out a soft giggle at Frank’s shocked expression.

“Oh, c’mon. You know how much I adore your nose.”

“It’s big,” he said with a frown, moving his hand to cover it when you pulled it off and kissed the bridge of his nose some more.

“It’s beautiful. I love your nose, Frankie,” you breathed out, kissing his cheeks and his forehead before twisting to kiss his pretty jaw. As you moved from his jaw to his Adam’s apple, he rocked his hips upward to meet your aching center. You both groaned in unison, and your teeth caught on the skin of his throat as your breath hitched in your throat. The fabric of his jeans was rough on your exposed flesh, providing friction as you ground your pelvis onto his bulge.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and you brought your hand up to cover his mouth as you continued to rock back and forth.

“Quiet, Frankie. You don’t want anyone to hear us, baby,” you teased, biting his pecs and dragging your free hand down the expanse of his chest. You traced his v-line with your nails, smiling when you felt him gasp sharply against your hand. “Just tell me how far to go, ‘kay?” you asked, pulling your hand away to kiss his sweet lips.

“How- how far can we go?” He asked, trembling under your hands as you traced the details of his face with your fingers, still grinding on him through layers of clothing.

“D’you want me to show you? I don’t wanna push you too far.” Frank was frozen under you, and you understood what he was feeling. It was hard to think when you were this close to one another. You smiled and pecked his lips, then ran your fingers under the waistband of his pants. His breathing pattern changed in response to your motions, and you decided that the sound was addicting. He was addicting.

“Do you want this?” You asked, dragging the tip of your nails on his skin as you tugged his pants down an inch. He whispered a yes and that was all the confirmation you needed to drag the rest of it down, kneeling on the floor next to your bed. You rose and pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, his bare skin hot on your lips. Then you bit it, lightly, enjoying the way his pale skin flushed when you nipped at it, and soothed it with kisses. You repeated the process on his other thigh, moving up his legs until you were at the rigid lines of his hips.

Frank had a hell of a v-line. He had a hell of an everything, that was a different matter, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your tongue on the bones, following the curve to where his cock stood. His tip was wet with beads of precum, and you traced under his pink tip with your tongue before wrapping your lips around it. You traced the tip with your tongue, smiling to yourself when Frank’s hips involuntarily jutted up deeper and he groaned. You took Frank’s hand and placed it gently in your hair, where his hands gripped your hair as he tried his hardest to stay still.

It was adorable how gentle he was trying to be. None of the others were like that, but none of the others mattered, did they? So you shifted your focus to Frank, who looked oh-so-pretty as his composure crumbled with his cock in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip before you bobbed your head down, pressing your mouth down on the ridges and veins of his length. It was thick, so much so that it was difficult to take him into your mouth any further, so you replaced your mouth with your hand and licked the base of his cock, working up his shaft.

You worked your hands quickly over his length, hollowing your cheeks around whatever length you could fit in your mouth and rubbing his balls with your hands. Frank let out a choked gasp and you could feel his balls tightening in your hands. You were sure he was close, so you pulled away and ignored the pitiful whine he gave at the loss of your mouth as he neared his climax.

“There’s a condom in my bedside drawer,” you hummed, draping yourself over his bare body. “If you want, we can use it. Only if you want, baby.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, let’s do that,” he gasped, propping himself up on his elbow and blindly reaching to open your bedside drawer. You reached in and grabbed the little foil wrapper and moved to tear it, but Frank shook his head furiously and pulled your hips forward. “Lemme make you feel good,” he said. Little pinpricks of heat settled at the back of your neck and your breath hitched in your throat. “You don’t have to, y’know,” you said. With all the boys you’d slept with already, not a single one of them had bothered about how you felt, about making you feel good. But Frank did. Of course he did.

He eased your hips to his face, where you hovered right above the heat of his mouth before his hands shot up and pulled you directly onto his mouth. His tongue began to explore your cunt, using just enough pressure to drive you insane as he circled your clit before sliding down to thrust his tongue into your hole. When your breathing shifted, a soft whine threatening to break out of your mouth, Frank did it again until you were stifling your moans with your hand and riding his tongue. Frank alternated between sucking on your clit and dragging his tongue back and forth, leaving you dripping into his mouth from the overwhelming pleasure as he drove you closer to your climax.

The cords of muscle in your thighs drew taut, and you pushed yourself away from Frank’s sweet mouth and grabbed the foil that lay on your comforter, tearing it and easing the latex condom onto his length. “I wanna feel you,” you said, moving to straddle his legs before easing yourself onto his cock. Frank let out a guttural groan when his tip met your warm cunt.

He was warm and the familiar stretch left you breathless as you eased yourself onto Frank’s cock. He was girthier than anyone you’d fucked before, and it took a minute for you to adjust to the sensation, your velvet walls clenching around his member as you took him in deeper. You bounced yourself as you eased yourself down, fucking into him until you were seated with the backs of your thighs pressed against Frank’s hips.

You rose slowly, then bounced your body back down onto him, enjoying how full he made you feel and the way his cock dragged against your g-spot as you rode him. You were slow, at first, but when you sped up and grabbed his hand to press against your belly where you could feel Frank’s cock, he growled and flexed his hips upward.

Then Frank flipped your joined bodies entirely, using one swift motion to lay your body down while he was still in you.

“Is this— is this okay?” He asked, kissing your forehead as he waited, still buried to the hilt inside of you. Your wordless nod was all the confirmation he needed, and he bottomed out of you before driving into you with a punishing force. You intertwined your legs behind his back and drew him in closer, soft moans leaving your mouth as he fucked you. The cross of his necklace dragged from your collarbones up to your mouth as he leaned over to kiss you, and you bit down on the cold metal to stifle the sounds of pleasure that threatened to spill out as you were brought closer and closer, the coil in your belly making your entire body lock up as your face screwed up in pleasure.

Oh. You never understood the hype about sex, finding it to be inadequate every time that you’d been fucked, but it all made sense now. This was what you needed.

Frank brought his hand to your clit as he continued to slide in and out of you, the metal of his necklace warming up as it still sat on your tongue, and the clink of it against your teeth made Frank look down. “Dio,” he swore, flicking his fingers against your nub as you tightened around his cock. You were close, so close that you wanted to sob. “You look beautiful,” Frank stated, and the way he said it, you would’ve thought he was looking at an angel.

You shattered. Your back arched as he drove deeper into you, seeking his own release as you fell apart with him buried inside of you. “Attagirl,” Frank said, and it only intensified your orgasm. You shut your eyes so tightly that you saw stars, moaning softly as Frank finished at the same time as you. He began to rise away from your body but you brought your arms to bring him back to you, holding him against you so that you could feel his heart beating against yours. Skin and bones and muscle held skin and bones and muscle, and you felt content.

“Baby, I gotta get up,” he laughed into your skin quietly.

“In a minute,” you murmured, stroking the skin of his back gently. “You were perfect, Frankie,” you assured him. Then you let go of him, and he moved to collect his clothes before grabbing your clothes and putting each one on gently, kissing you after every piece he put back on you.

The sun was beginning to rise as you snuck out to the bathroom to pee, washing up and splashing your face with cool water before you returned to where Frank sat at the edge of your bed. His hands were clasped in silent prayer, and you let him finish before he turned to you and gave a smile full of longing.

“You’ll be gone soon, huh?” Frank asked. You nodded. You didn’t know why you wanted to cry right now, but you did, biting under your lip to hold your composure as you realized that you would have to leave Frank. “Hey, hey, don’t cry, don’t cry,” he said, getting up to cradle your face with his palms and kissing your forehead. “You’ll always have me in your corner.” You could feel his lips moving against your forehead, and you held his shirt in your hands as you breathed him in silently. “I’m glad we got to spend tonight together.”

You didn’t have the strength to respond so you just nodded, fit tightly with Frank as you waited for the sun to rise, when Frank would inevitably have to go. You were leaving soon after the sun rose, all your clothes already packed in the suitcases lined up at the door.

So when the sky turned to its light grey hue, you kissed Frank goodbye and watched him fade into the day with a feeling in your heart that told you this was far from over.

~~~

You’re being followed.

Have been for the past six blocks. But that’s not new, it’s something that’s been happening for the past three days. For however long Frank Castle’s been believed to be dead. But you had this gut feeling that it wasn’t over, that he wasn’t really dead.

And judging by the man who’s trailing you in the shadows, you’re right.

You reach your apartment complex, and when you’re walking up the stairs, you pause, squinting in the rain to see the shadowy figure.

“Well?” You ask, annoyance lacing your tone. “Are you gonna come in?”

He steps into the light of the streetlight, and you feel like you’re staring at a ghost. Frank Castle’s face shows all that he’s been through, and you feel a pang in your heart just thinking of everything he’s gone through. You don’t hold his gaze, turning to grasp your key and slotting it into the lock, swinging open the door with Frank on your tail.

Hell of a reunion, you think to yourself, snorting in dreary amusement. Frank glances at you, but he doesn’t say anything. He feels more like a shadow than a man, and you pay him no mind. When you’ve unlocked your door and let yourself into your apartment, you head to the kitchen without sparing him a second glance. “What kinda tea do you like?” You call out to him, cracking your neck and setting the kettle to boil.

“Just black tea is fine, thanks,” he responds. You hear him shuffling— likely taking off his rain-soaked jacket— and then a thump as he settles into your living room sofa.

“Can I ask you why you were following me?” You ask. Your hands are gripping the counters tightly, because your head is throbbing with confusion. You don’t know how to act around him anymore, around this man that once meant more than air itself.

“I wanted to make sure you’re safe,” He says stiffly.

“From what?”

“I’ve made a lot of enemies. With the right digging they’d know exactly who was involved in my life, ever. I couldn’t let you pay for my mistakes,” Frank says. His voice is low and you have to strain to hear him over the hiss of the kettle as it finishes boiling. You pour the water into two mugs, attempting to balance them as you make your way to Frank.

When you hand it to him, you finally get the chance to look at him. There’s some stubble from days of growth that sits on his face, making him look weary. You suppose he is, who wouldn’t be? And in his eyes, there’s a hollowness to them. The product of a never ending cycle of loss.

“I was sorry to hear about Maria and your kids,” you decide, setting your mug down on the coffee table and leaning back onto your sofa. “She was always kind to me, and I’m sure your kids were lovely.” You can see the pain flashing on Frank’s face as you bring up a wound that’s still raw, one that’ll probably never heal.

“Thanks,” he says gruffly. The mug looks almost comically small in his large hands, and you almost smile at the sight.

“Where have you been staying?” You ask, draining the last of your tea before getting up to adjust the pillows of your sofa. You have a sneaking suspicion that Frank’s been staying on the streets, and you simply can’t allow that to happen.

“Just, y’know, around,” he says, avoiding your gaze. You shake your head, and head to your linen closet to fetch some clothes.

“Why don’t you go ahead and freshen up? You can stay at my place for as long as you need.”

“I can’t let you do that,” Frank protests.

“I wasn’t asking. You’re going to stay at my place. I’m not letting you stay out on the street, Frank.” Frank. He was never Frank to you, always Frankie. The name feels foreign on your tongue, but you don’t think you can call him Frankie. That’s not him anymore. “So what now, Castle?” You wonder if he notices that you aren’t calling him Frankie. He’s not your Frankie anymore, and there’s a part of you that mourns the loss of your friendship.

“Why?” It makes sense for Frank to be suspicious. He’s been through too much, but there’s still a bitter taste in your mouth when Frank hints at his distrust towards you.

“You were my friend once,” you say quietly, handing him a fresh towel and directing him to the bathroom. “You’ll always mean something to me. Now go shower, it’s been too long since you’ve taken a bath and it’s painfully obvious. Washer’s over there, I’ll toss your stuff in, and it’ll be done in a little.”

The two of you jump into motion and as you hear the shower starting up, you feel the guilt eating you up inside. You shouldn’t be harboring someone that’s caused so much pain. But hasn’t he also suffered? You make up your mind to talk to him, adjusting the sheets on the couch and arranging it so that Frank could sleep here for a night or two.

Frank comes out not long afterwards, steam billowing out from the bathroom with a towel slung low across his hips. You curse yourself for not being able to resist the sight of his bare chest, mind flashing back to the night you two shared as you sit in silence next to him.

“Frank,” you say finally, “I need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” The look on his face is grim. You wonder what he’s thinking.

“I understand what you’re doing with the mafia, and frankly, I don’t really have an issue with you killing them like that. But all you’re doing is fueling the fire.”

“What do you mean by that?” Frank asks hotly. You’ve offended him, great.

“I mean that you have good intentions. But what I’m seeing in my job? Your efforts are only making the next generation of kids feel that vengeance and anger and the mafia is the only outlet they know. I’m saying you gotta refine your targets and take out who actually can influence these things instead of going in blind and killing them based on who they associate with alone. You wanna prove a point? Fine. But you’re better than making things worse just because it’s what you’re used to.”

“And what would you know about me? You gave up on me, gave up on us.” You scoff at Frank’s words.

“Really? Really, Frank? I came home from college two months after I went to college. You hadn’t written me a single letter or called me even once and I thought to myself okay, he’s busy. Then I come home and Maria’s knocked up with a ring on her finger and you’re nowhere to be found. What’s with that, huh?” You sneer. The chime of the dryer lets you know that his clothes are done, but you’re locked in this battle with Frank.

“Because I needed to get out!” He’s nearly shouting now. “I’d expect that you of all people would understand that. And Maria, she was just a mistake at first. Sure, I grew to love her, but her pregnancy was the result of a one night stand and I couldn’t just leave her. I was gonna be a father.”

“I know, Frank. It was all such a mess and I don’t blame you for any of it,” You said, rubbing your temples. “But don’t say I abandoned you. Don’t. I called you, and you never picked up. I was always glad you found happiness but it hurt that you cut me out when you did.”

“I’m sorry,” he acknowledges. But the apology feels hollow, and all you do is nod in response. “I’ll be more careful with who I target. You’re right. I can’t just keep worsening things for my own revenge.”

“Thank you,” you whisper. The two of you sit in silence before Frank moves to get his clothes, and you head to your bedroom door, where you linger before turning to see a fully-dressed Frank.

“I’ll always care for you, Frank, and there will always be a place for you in my home. And when you need a break from fighting, I’ll be here. Just don’t shut me out again, please,” you plead. Frank closes his eyes and nods, and you know he feels the same pain over how things turned out. A future lost to what-ifs.

When you wake up the next morning, there’s not even a trace of Frank, save the flowers he left on the table for you and a note with just the word sorry scribbled on to it. You don’t know when he’ll be back, but you know deep down that he will be back. And you are left certain of two things; you hate him, and you desperately want him to come back.

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Bruce Wayne X Male Reader

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Summary: Reader is trying to move on from his terrible family, but what happens when they pay him a visit and Bruce is their to witness the terrible life that reader suffered through?

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, family issues, relationships, bribery, Bruce being a good boyfriend, overprotective Bruce, reader is stressed and emotional, asshole parents and family.

Word Count: 2.7k

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He grew up with three sisters and was the only son in the family. His parents were successful and proud of their children—well, most of them. His parents adored his sisters, treating them with respect and kindness, gossiping about their life and the things they’ve done. They were always praising them and when the attention is turned towards him, he was always put down. The same questions that both parents and relatives asked him whenever he was present during a family gathering or celebrating a birthday.

“When will you find a real job?”

“Why don’t you start dating that Charlie’s daughter?”

“You’re in your late twenties, when will you get married?”

It was the same questions every single time, he’s grown used to them. But, their were times where he wished he could escape their nagging questions and judgement towards his life. They were always comparing him to his sisters, saying how they were able to get married and start a family or how his oldest sister has a successful career while he remained an assistant.

Every time his parents paid him a visit he always had to pretend to be perfect, lying his way through life and having to survive through the guilt. It was something he hated so, when his family stopped visiting he finally got the time to put his life together, packing up his shit and moving away to another state. He just didn’t expect himself to move to Gotham out of all places, the city of crime.

He found a nice and comfortable career and didn’t hear from his parents. He felt peaceful for the first time ever. Until they decided to call him and let him know that they are to be visiting him, not just his parents but his annoying sisters too.

He was pacing back and forth, phone in hand as he spoke to his parents. Trying to convince them not to come and visit Gotham, finding ways to avoid them from even visiting. But his family didn’t budge, instead they set an official date to visit and that date was quickly approaching.

He groaned into his hands in frustration, throwing his head back as he whines.

“I didn’t think you’d be stressed out so early.”

He slowly tilts his head foreword to see Bruce Wayne, standing in front of his desk. He’s been Bruce’s personal assistant for two years and his boyfriend for one year. The two kept their relationship on the down low, not wanting the public to know quiet yet about them. Y/n didn’t mind keeping things hidden, he enjoyed their peace and quiet and the things they did together.

“Work doesn’t stress me but my family does.” Y/n mumbled back, sitting up straight as he takes the files from Bruce’s hands, sighing deeply as he flips them open. “That bad?” Bruce asks. “Yes, they want to visit me—like hell, I don’t want them anywhere near me.” He hissed out, signing some documents for Bruce and handing them back.

Bruce nearly flinches at his boyfriends reaction, brows raised in surprised as he gently takes the files back. “I didn’t think their were that bad.” He adds while Y/n shakes his head. “Not bad? Bruce, they always ask the same questions that make me want to rip my own head off; ‘when are you getting married?’ ‘That’s not a real job’ ‘why can’t you be like your sisters who found a good life?’”

Y/n groans again in anger, slamming his head against the desk. He didn’t want to deal with them or anyone at all, he just wanted to go home and hide himself under his bed sheet covers, ignoring the world around him. He’s dealt with their torture for years and after finding peace he didn’t think that hell would come visit him at his doorstep.

While he’s grumbling to himself he feels Bruce place a hand on his back, giving him comforting pats. “If you want I can give you extra work in order to have an excuse to not have them visit?” Bruce offers.

Y/n tilts his head to the side, cheek against the desk as he glanced up at Bruce. “You would do that?” He sniffles out. Most people would hate the idea of extra work but Y/n would rather do that then deal with his family. Before he can accept he shakes his head and remembers. “Even if I push the date back they’ll still find a way to visit me.” He had no choice but to confront them.

He sat back up and gives Bruce a sad smile. He just had to power through the day and get it Over with, right?

“If you want I can come with you?”

Y/n jolts to a stand, leaning forward with a harsh glare on his face. “No way in hell am I letting you near my family, let alone my sisters.” He says, causing Bruce to chuckle. “As much as I hate meeting people and being out in public, I won’t mind directing some heat off you. You can relax and let your parents focus on me.” Bruce wasn’t one for accepting party invitations or galas, he avoided them like the plague and Y/n always found ways to cancel his meetings. Alfred wasn’t too happy when he found out about it.

Bruce was willing to sacrifice his awkward social skills and be there with him while his family visited. He was willing to help Y/n with his family issues.

“Bruce,” Y/n rounds the table. “You won’t last a minute there.”

Bruce can only smirk at his lover, leaning forward as he kissed his lips. “I’m Batman, I think I can handle your parents and three sisters.” He’s willing to take the challenge.

—

Bruce had arrived to Y/n’s apartment a day before his family arrived. Appearing on his apartment balcony, still dressed in his suit and cowl. Y/n had provided him extra clothes and helped him remove his shit, hiding it away in a secure area so that neither of his parents or sisters found out about it. Bruce had stayed the night and had dinner, since Y/n was always forcing the billionaire to at least eat something before sleeping.

Y/n understood Alfred’s pain when it came to feeding the Wayne. The man rarely ate or took care of himself that Y/n always had to be the one to take care of him and remind him to eat and sleep properly. Once the day of his parents arrival he was quick to clean up the whole apartment.

It was Bruce’s first time watching Y/n move around the apartment in a hurry, cleaning and dusting everything and everywhere. He double checked and triple checked in making sure that the kitchen was cleaned and that the food was perfect. He felt like a child again, having to deal with this issue all over again when he was nearing his thirties.

He was too focused on cleaning the coffee table that he doesn’t sense Bruce standing behind him, wrapping an arm around his stomach and pulling back, taking away the duster from his hand. “You have to calm down.” He whispers in a soft tone, reminding him to take things slow. Y/n is quick to relax against Bruce’s hold while he sets the duster down and smiles against his neck. “Everything looks fine, don’t worry too much and if anything happens I’ll make sure to be there.”

Y/n whimpers, turning around to hide himself against Bruce’s chest. “Can’t I just cancel?”

The bell rings in his apartment.

Bruce sighing softly. “I think it’s too late to cancel.”

Y/n let’s out a cry in anger, startling Bruce but also making him laugh while Y/n pulled away from Bruce and heads towards the front door where he pulls it open to come face to face with his family.

He gives them one of his best fake smiles as his family comes inside, his mother gushing about the decor in his home while his father eyed him up and down, judging him by his appearance. His sisters also come inside, pinching his cheeks and mocking his clothes, telling him that he should have wore something More casual other than sweats.

Y/n was already dreading the day and his family had just arrived.

“One hour.” He whispers to himself once his family is far into the living room. “Just one hour.” He says again.

“Y/n?! Why is Bruce Wayne in your apartment?!”

Y/n groans and quickly rushed to the living room where his sisters gawk at Bruce, eyeing the man up and down with hungry eyes as he quickly steps in front of them with a soft glare and gritted teeth. “Bruce this is my family, everyone this is Bruce, my boyfriend.” He cursed under his breath, not knowing if that was a good idea or not.

His family is silent at first before his sisters start to laugh. “Really? The Bruce Wayne? I don’t think so.” His oldest sister says, not believing him while the other two agree. “He’s not your type and why would he of all people date someone like you?”

Y/n’s eyes widen, anger boiling inside of him.

“That’s enough girls, why don’t we sit down and eat what your brother made?” His mother steps in, calming down the situation while she looks around. “What did you make?” She questions while Y/n crossed his arms. “I made lasagna with a salad.” He says.

His mother hums, giving him a look that he knew too well as judgment. “That’s sounds—easy.” She lets him know while setting her things on the Couch and heading towards the kitchen. His sisters following after her along with his father.

Once bruce and Y/n are left alone he hears bruce says. “I knew you said they were bad but I didn’t think they would be this terrible.” Bruce was also angry with the way they treat Y/n, not believing their relationship, let alone being judged by his sisters.

“Just fifty more minutes and they will be gone.” Y/n reminds Bruce. The two knowing that it’s going to be the longest fifty minutes of their lives.

Y/n heads to the kitchen to serve his family food, setting the plates down for them as he ignores their conversations, focusing on his own task as he sets a plate down for him and Bruce. He sits next to Bruce who sat on his left while his third sister sat on his right. He tried to keep himself relaxed as he bites into his food.

“Tell me Y/n, where do you work now that you live in Gotham?” He hears his father ask, causing him to swallow down his food. “I’m an assistant.”

“Still?” His mother says with a raised brow, poking into her food. “Gotham is a very big place and with many job opportunities—“

“He works for me.” Bruce quickly cuts in, cutting her off as he grips his fork in hand, a hard stare on his face as he watched Y/n’s mother carefully. “He’s my assistant at Wayne Enterprises, he make sure that I sign all of the important documents and that i attend my meetings on time.”

“Oh! So he just works for you—so, the whole dating was just a lie?” His oldest sister laughs out. “Y/n, you didn’t have to invite Mr. Wayne to show off or anything or to prove that you work with a wealthy man.” She bats her thick lashes at Bruce, giving him a flirty smile.

Bruce tried his best not to shiver in disgust, giving Y/n a glance. His eyes full of anger and panic.

“I’m not showing off, we are really dating and we have been for a year.” Y/n shot back.

“Don’t be delusional Y/n, we know that Mr. Wayne is a very wealthy man and is probably paying you. This is all a publicity stunt.” Y/n’s father huffs out, drinking his wine as his wife and daughters agree.

Y/n can only stare in shock. He couldn’t believe the way his family was acting towards him and Bruce, not believing his relationship or anything else that comes out of his mouth. He was beyond furious, he was blinded with rage that he didn’t know how to react.

“Mr. Wayne, why don’t you actually date someone who will provided you good publicity, why not date one of my daughters—“ his father continues.

“Dad—!”

“Your fathers right.” His mother agrees. “The Wayne name should be passed down to a beautiful women like your sister, don’t you think Mr. Wayne?” His mothers leans over to give Bruce a large smile.

Bruce is staring down at his plate, silent setting his fork down. He hadn’t touched his food nor his drink as he politely and silent folds his napkin and sets it aside.

“Get out.”

Y/n’s eyes widen at the sudden change in Bruce’s voice. He knows that voice anywhere and it’s not a good one.

His mother laughs nervously. “Excuse me?”

“Your heard me.” Bruce’s eyes are dark, turning to face his mother. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His family is shocked and doesn’t know how to respond. “Now, Mr. Wayne no need to be harsh.” His father leans back in seat, thinking that this was all a joke, but Y/n knew that Bruce never joked around once he snaps.

Bruce clears his throat, standing from his seat. “Let me repeat myself,” he says. “I would like you to take your wife and disgusting daughters out of my home.” He hissed out in anger. “I never want you anywhere near me or your son—as a matter of fact, I would be contacting my lawyers and filing a restraining order against all of you due to the abuse that is witnessed. Now, if you don’t want me to do something so harsh I suggest leaving now and never coming back.”

“Mr.—“

Bruce harshly glared at his father. “Out. Now.” Bruce says slowly this time, his voice full of venom. His family all then to face Y/n, expecting him to do something but all he does is stand from his seat and drink his wine. Setting the glass cup down with a gentle manner as he smiles. “What are you waiting for?” He questions, pointing towards the door. “The door is down the hall.”

He gives them a large satisfactory smile as he crossed his arms across his chest as his family quickly stands, collecting their things and leaving without a word. Y/n makes sure to lock the door once they leave and leans against it, sighing in relief as he looks up to see Bruce still glaring at the exit.

“You can relax.”

“Relax? Fucking hell Y/n, they’ve been abusing you emotionally and verbally for years. I won’t accept this.” Bruce walks over to him, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around his body. “I don’t care if their your family but I am filling that restraining order against them, they don’t deserve to feel happiness from putting you down.” Bruce couldn’t allow this to happen to the person he loved most. “Your everything to me Y/n, I don’t care what the public thinks of us, I love you too much to lose you.”

Y/n smiles against him, hugging him back as he nuzzled his chest, letting the tears fall as he finally feels relaxed. He honestly didn’t care what Bruce does to his family, he already hated them for what they’ve done. Hell, he would enjoy watching Bruce ruin their lives.

“Thank you.” Y/n whispers, sniffling as he holds onto Bruce tighter. “Can I stay with you today?” He added, looking up to Bruce who nods in response. “You can stay in the tower with me.”

Y/n clears his throat. “Can I also watch you threaten my parents with your lawyers?”

Bruce chuckles, his smile growing wide. “Anything for you.” He leans forward and placed a kiss on his forehead.

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