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Dive Bar, Ch 8/?
Pairing: Dean x Sam (eventually, he he he) | Sam x OMC (Chase) brief
Rating: 18+
Prompt/Summary: After a one night stand with a random college chick turns into a threesome that also featured his little brother, Dean- well, frankly, he panics. What’s even worse than gay panicking? Gay incest panicking. Luckily, Sam winds up being a little more cool about the whole thing than Dean ever would have imagined.
WC: 3,631
Tags: Awful flirting (but I’m not sorry), gay panic, angst, Dean having graphic naughty thoughts, male masturbation, blow job, rimming, anal sex, cock ring (? kinda)
Warnings: thoughts about to brother/brother incest
Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr, actual angel 😇
Divider: @firefly-graphics ❤️
Sam looked up at the sound of slow clapping, expecting it to be Dean returning with their refills just in time to see Sam pot the last ball. But he couldn’t see Dean, and it took him a moment to identify the clapper as the guy with dark blonde hair strolling towards him with a look of contemplation on his slim face.
“That was pretty impressive,” the guy nodded at the pool table, and Sam straightened up a little, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
“Uh, thanks,” Sam shrugged, the game he’d felt so proud of - and wanted to rub in Dean’s face a moment ago - now making him feel self conscious. He hadn’t meant to draw any kind of attention to himself. That was normally Dean’s forte.
“Where’d you learn how to do that?”
“My um, my brother taught me.” Sam clutched the pool cue between his hands, eyes darting around and landing on Dean at the bar. His breath eased a little once he knew where he was. The new guy’s eyes followed Sam’s and found him watching Dean at the bar.
“That guy’s your brother?”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded cautiously.
“Well, that is a relief,” he laughed fully, openly.
Sam was taken aback. “Why?”
“Because if he was your boyfriend I was probably gonna get beat up for hitting on you.” He smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling, but still a little shy.
Sam blinked, dumbfounded. He didn’t know why he hadn’t been expecting it. He’d had a suspicion that this place was an LGBT haunt based on the number of same-sex couples he’d noticed dotted around, but that hadn’t led him to the conclusion that he’d maybe have an opportunity he hadn’t had since Dean had picked him up from Stanford. Sam glanced nervously back to Dean at the bar, watching him knock back a shot of something, not paying attention to his little brother. But why did Sam even care if Dean saw him talking to this guy? He breathed out sharply when he realised that he didn’t have to hide this from Dean - he’d come out to him last month. He didn’t have to be worried about what Dean thought if he saw him talking to - what was this guy’s name?
“I’m Sam,” Sam offered his hand, and the man took it, shaking it firmly. Sam noticed how smooth the guy’s hands were.
“Chase,” he smiled wider still, like he couldn’t believe Sam was actually having a conversation with him.
“So are you, uh, here with anyone?” Sam wasn’t used to making small talk anymore. The only people he talked to were Dean or law enforcement - or witnesses to supernatural phenomena.
“A few friends,” Chase nodded behind him, but not with enough direction for Sam to actually tell which table of people he might have been talking about.
“Do you, um,” Sam let out a sharp, amused exhale, not really believing he was actually doing this. “D’ya want to have a drink?”
Chase smiled brightly. “Yeah, I’d love that,” he nodded, and the pair started towards the bar. “Then maybe you’ll be so kind as to show me just how you play that game over there?”
Sam grinned, this guy was pulling out a classic, but it was a good one.
“You want me to teach you how to play pool?” he smirked and moved closer behind Chase, bracing his hands on the bar on either side of him, and ducked down to speak against his ear. “I should warn you, I’m a pretty hands on teacher.” Sam felt Chase grin, even though he couldn’t see his face.
“I think I’m counting on it. I might need a lot of hand holding,” Chase laughed at his own joke, probably realising how lame it was, but Sam thought it was cute.
While Chase ordered drinks, Sam glanced over his shoulder across the bar and caught Dean looking right at them. Sam blushed under his brother’s intense gaze, a little embarrassed that Dean had been watching him come onto this guy so strongly. But how was that different to any time Sam had to watch Dean flirt his way through every available pair of boobs in these joints? He decided it wasn’t; he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Sam gave Chase a once over from behind, eyes lingering on his ass. Yeah, definitely not ashamed of this, Sam resolved. He flicked his eyes back up to meet Dean’s again and gave him a bold wink.
Dean’s face was blank, but his gaze wavered between shock and dread. He’d never seen Sam flirt so blatantly with anyone before. He’d never seen Sam flirt with a guy before either, but he guessed he should have expected that to happen eventually. It hadn’t really hit him before now what Sam being bi really meant. It wasn’t just that he was happy to have a threesome that involved two guys instead of two girls, it meant that sometimes he would want to sleep with guys, just because.
The pride Dean usually felt when Sam successfully picked up a chick wasn’t making an appearance right now, though. This was different. Dean reluctantly realised that the difference here was jealousy. He looked at the guy Sam was pressed up against and took in the spiky hair, the henley pulled across decently toned muscles, the black leather cord he wore as a necklace. He was about Dean’s height judging where he stood against Sam. Angry voices inside him shouted at Dean to break it up, stop Sammy from doing this, protect him, though from what, the voices didn’t care to elaborate. Hopeful voices inside tried to soothe his anger. Telling him that maybe Sam wasn’t with him now, but the guy he was with looked just a little like Dean… maybe… and what if that meant that Sam was drawn to him for that reason?
Dean shut down that internal dialogue with a grimace, and ordered another shot. He wasn’t gonna stay here and watch Sam hit on some guy without getting drunk.
Sam and Chase were two drinks in and back by the pool table, and Sam was having more fun than he could remember having in a long time. Watching Chase bend over the table, ass pressing tight against his jeans, and knowing that he was doing it so Sam could look… it was exhilarating. Even the vague prickling on the back of his neck every time Dean looked over at them gravely didn’t spoil Sam’s mood. He knew his brother was just being an overprotective ass.
Chase shot him a coy smile over his shoulder, still bent over trying to corral all the balls into their frame. Sam grinned back freely, eyes glinting with want that he knew Chase could see.
“You gonna show me how to hold this stick?”
“I’m gonna show you so much more than that,” Sam promised. He pressed against him and threaded his arms through the smaller man’s, slotting their hips and their hands together. “You want to hold it firmly, but not too tight. Just give it a little squeeze.”
Chase burst out laughing, shaking Sam off his body. Sam stood back, confused and a little offended at the reaction. Chase’s eyes glinted under the fluorescent light hanging above them.
“I’m sorry man,” he stifled another laugh and tried again. “Sorry, I just, I couldn’t not think about the innuendo there.” Sam smirked and moved back to Chase, bending him back over and leaning into him heavily.
“That was sorta the point man,” Sam breathed in his ear. “Now, put your hands back on that long piece of wood and do as you’re told.”
Sam realised then that he had been repressing this part of himself for far too long. Or at least his dick thought so, because it was paying quite a bit more attention than it usually did in public.
He was never shy about wanting to be the one in control in the bedroom, but with girls, he never really knew how they would take it. He always worried about hurting them if he was being too rough. With guys it felt a little different, he felt a little freer, like he didn’t have to be scared of throwing them around as much. And he’d had enough to drink that his filter wasn’t inclined to hold him back anymore. The shiver that had run through Chase at Sam’s words only solidified Sam’s resolve to take this guy home and absolutely wreck him.
Dean thought he was gonna be sick. Most people would think that was down to the amount of alcohol he’d just downed in such a short span of time - switching to tequila had either been a very good or a very bad decision on Dean’s part - but in actuality, he was still on the good side of drunk. The thing churning his stomach and pulling him apart from the inside was what he was watching his baby brother do to that twink pressed against the pool table across the bar.
Jesus, they were in public and Sam was practically dry humping the dude. At least respectable people would go to a club and hide behind dancing as an excuse. But there was his brother, his little kid brother, practically fucking some stranger right in the middle of the room. What the fuck does he think he’s doing?
Dean had never seen Sam so blatantly sexual before. Well no - that was a lie - he had seen him that way once, when he’d been pounding into Dany so hard he shook the bed, and looked right at Dean when he’d broken down inside her, staring right into his eyes as he came undone. But the way Sam was looking at him had Dean believing that, maybe, Sam wasn't thinking about Dany at all.
Dean wanted to pretend that he was only offended by the sight before him because it was indecent - not cool, bro - but if the guy below Sam had been him, he wouldn’t have given two fucks how decent they looked, so long as Sam showed everyone watching that it was them who belonged together. That Sam belonged to him, inside him. His.
Chase was a horrible pool player. But that might have more to do with the fact that Sam was grinding a semi against his ass every time he helped him line up a shot. Poor guy had to be at least a little distracted. After two games of utter domination from Sam, he took pity on his playmate and graciously bought him a drink to mellow the loss.
Locking eyes over the wet edged shot glasses, Sam tipped his back and swallowed, long and deep. Sam watched as Chase’s eyes traced his throat and down into the v-neck of the t-shirt he’d revealed when he unbuttoned his flannel during the second game. His eyes settled there for a moment, and Sam wondered how long he would linger there before he caught himself. His breathing quickened slightly - bringing his chest up and down with it, and Chase continued to stare. The attention only aroused Sam more. But it was over when Chase blinked harshly, and brought his eyes back to Sam’s, looking a little startled.
“What?” he said stupidly, fingers slipping on his glass, still full and hanging in front of his lips.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Sam enunciated, a knowing smirk back on his lips.
“Yeah,” Chase nodded and downed his own drink, licking his lips to catch the drop of alcohol that had spilled over. Sam’s eyes locked on his tongue and followed it back inside Chase’s mouth. Their lips met briefly, Sam pulling back almost immediately to check he hadn’t misjudged things - to check he was actually about to follow through on going home with this guy.
Chase’s face was hot, colour staining his already sun-kissed skin, eyes wide like he was staring into the sun. Sam jerked his chin towards the door, brows raised, and Chase nodded and leant in close so Sam could hear him better. “I’m just gonna grab my things, meet you outside?”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded and squeezed Chase’s arm in reassurance. “I’m just going to let my brother know where I’m headed.” Sam jerked his head to where he had clocked Dean hunched in a booth nursing a hefty glass of whiskey.
“Hey,” Sam slid into the seat across from Dean, slapping a rhythm against the table as he sat down.
“Someone’s chipper,” Dean grunted sourly, taking a swig of his drink.
“Someone’s bummed out.”
Sam’s sass tugged at the corner’s of Dean’s lips. but he didn’t let it get an actual smile out of him.
“Sorry the girls here weren’t exactly ‘your scene’,” Sam did look a little apologetic, but he couldn’t wipe the smug excitement off his stupid face.
“Yeah, well,” Dean grunted again, and knocked back more of the burning liquid, “about time you got laid, was beginning to think you’d accidentally pulled it off from jerking too much.”
“Ew, dude, gross,” Sam grimaced. “How would you know how much I jerk off, anyways?”
“We live in each other’s asses, Sam,” Dean excused, not caring to mention the fact that he knows Sam’s jerked off in the shower every night since he’d picked him up from Stanford, and he’s spent the last month joining in from the other side of the door. Choking down the jealousy and shame that came with it, Dean pushed Sam out of the booth with his foot. “Now go on and fuck your little boy toy, he’s over there waiting for you.”
Sure enough, when Sam checked over his shoulder, he saw Chase waiting anxiously by the door.
“You gonna be alright, man? You got a motel key?”
“Fuck off,” Dean grumbled, and watched sullenly as Sam made his way through the crowds of people to the door, slipping out behind his company for the evening. Dean knocked back the rest of his glass and stood, stretching the stiffness out of his joints. He didn’t want to stay here, but he didn’t have anywhere else to go besides the motel room. Remembering they had passed a convenience store on their walk here, Dean figured drinking alone was less embarrassing if he was actually alone while he was doing it, and made up his mind.
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Arriving back at their room with a bottle of Jack he’d already cracked into, Dean crashed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. What the hell was he doing? Sitting in the dark, drinking himself to sleep because his baby brother went home with someone else. Pathetic. Pining over Sam had become Dean’s new favourite pastime without him even realising it, and most certainly without his permission.
Dropping his hand over the side of his bed and groping for his duffle, Dean managed to dig his hand into the side pocket hiding the bracelets that he’d pushed out of sight nearly two months ago. Curling his fingers around the smooth-worn wooden beads, he dragged them out, clutching them hard until he felt his nails cutting into his palm.
More Jack; these relics in his hand from a time when he used to be a good big brother, one Sam could actually admire and love, and Dean decided he was done. If he was gonna add this to the list of everything else that was fucked up in his life, then he was gonna goddamn lean into it. He knew Sam had noticed that he wasn’t wearing them anymore, and the thought that Sam might think Dean was mad at him, or didn’t love him with literally everything he had was unacceptable now.
He dropped the beads on the comforter and the bottle on the nightstand, and rose to pull off his jeans. If Sam was getting off tonight there was no reason he shouldn't. But at the thought of Sam, Dean couldn’t stop himself thinking about the guy he’d gone home with, who he’d had bent over the pool table in front of the whole damn bar. It was too easy to picture what Sam was doing to him now. Dean settled back against the lumpy pillows and squeezed himself over his boxers, letting himself sink into the images flashing through his mind.
Sam pressing that bastard up against the door. Sam threading his fingers through the short, dark blonde hair and pulling - the very thought draws a gasp from Dean, wishing it was him Sam was doing those things to, pressing those kisses to, scraping his teeth against and leaving marks on.
Inside Chase’s apartment, Sam didn’t waste any time. He had him pressed against the door with his wrists pinned over his head in a heartbeat. His kiss started teasing and light. He nipped at Chase’s lips, and the tip of his tongue that had tried in vain to connect to Sam’s. He dragged his teeth across the five o’clock shadow that dusted Chase’s jaw and down, locking on the hollow up his throat and pulling a heavy sign from his partner.
Sam kissed his way back to Chase’s lips and devoured him this time. Their tongues slid together but there was no fight for dominance, no illusion as to how this night was going. Sam was in charge, and that was just where they both wanted him.
Lurching backwards, Sam pulled Chase along with him, and they stumbled blindly around the entryway and managed to fall through the door to the bedroom - Chase’s doing. Sam’s jacket and shoes were discarded on the floor, Chase’s henley tossed onto the scattered laundry piled at the bottom of his bed. The sight made Sam smirk, one more confirmation that he went home with a guy tonight.
Sam sat on the bed and dragged Chase on top of him, grabbing his neck and forcing their mouths back together. At a loud groan from Chase, Sam opened his eyes and stared into the blue-grass eyes he remembered admiring in the bar, but in this dim light they looked darker, greener, and suddenly, Sam wasn’t looking at Chase anymore.
Dean tried to picture something, anything, other than Sam but he couldn’t. He saw Sam rolling himself on top of that guy and dragging himself down - would they be on the couch, or a bed? - down to the fly on his irritatingly well-fitted jeans and popping the button open with a grin. He saw him pulling the denim down and off, saw him mouthing hungrily over the cotton-covered bulge he found himself faced with, tonguing along the head and leaving a dark stain behind.
Dean groaned and pulled himself free from his boxers, needing it faster, tighter, meaner.
Sam swallowed Chase down eagerly. He didn’t even have the patience to pull his boxers all the way off, and he twisted the fabric in his hands, pulled it tight. It had been so long since he’d had a cock in his mouth he nearly gagged himself in his excitement to suck down every last inch. Chase whimpered above him, lost in the heat of Sam’s throat. Sam could tell he was trying so hard not to lose it already, so he eased up a little. He didn’t want to see Chase cum until he had his cock inside him.
Granting Chase a brief moment of reprieve, Sam slid further down until his tongue was thrusting in and out of his ass. Chase tried to squirm away but Sam held him down, bracing his arm across the slim hips to keep his prey in place. Chase managed to fish the lube and a condom out of his nightstand and throw them vaguely in Sam’s direction without Sam needing to stop his tongue’s assault. Sam knew he was rushing, but by the time he pushed inside of Chase’s not-prepped-enough hole neither of them cared.
Dean could feel it, hovering out of reach. He wanted it so badly but he couldn’t get there, and the frustration was starting to outweigh the desperation. The volume of alcohol couldn’t have been helping things either, but logic wasn’t what Dean was interested in right now. He needed something else, something more. Grasping in his mind for the images of Sam to come back, Dean’s fingers clawed against the bedspread, tugging on his cock relentlessly. Then his fingers nudged something - Sam’s bracelets.
Without thinking too hard, Dean clutched them in his fist, bringing both hands to wrap around himself and pressing the small, cool beads against his heated flesh. He still wanted more, needed something to cut through this haze of want and really make him feel. He wrapped the worn strings around the base of his dick, cinching tightly, and squeezing a whimper of pain through his lips. But that pain was just the spark he needed.
The urgency he’d been chasing before came rushing back, and visions of Sam above him, touching him, choking him, calling him a desperate, pathetic little cockslut, beat against the inside of his eyelids, and he was cumming harder than he could ever remember. He felt a white heat burning through every artery, vein, capillary in his goddamn body, and it brought him to an edge he never knew existed. It was agonising, and perfect.
Sam fucked his hips into Chase’s faster and faster. Their teeth met more often than their tongues as they kissed frantically, both reaching the ends of their tethers. Chase grabbed himself and pulled, beating himself faster and faster until he spilled into the sweat pooling between their bodies, groaning Sam’s name. Sam thrust harder and harder and froze, crammed so deep inside he barely fit, and then he was cumming; spilling his seed into Chase, and spilling Dean’s name from his lips.
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I'll Make You Scream / Billy Loomis x Reader
It was a chilly fall night, with colorful leaves whirling through the sky and landing every which way, even crunching under your boots as you took a brisk walk through the neighborhood.
The sun was setting in the distance and your mother's calm warning about not staying out too late was still ringing inside your head, but you shrugged it off and kept heading further and further out of your quiet suburban neighborhood.
You knew your mother had a slightly good reason for why she didn't want you out late, especially when Halloween was fast approaching, but the real reason being that a ring of murders and break-ins were happening in nearby neighborhoods and rumors were spreading that the killer - or killers, would hit up the neighborhood you lived in soon.
You weren't worried. Not to say that it didn't freak you out, it did, but the chances of your house getting broken into were slim. But the murders were the talk of the town and you couldn't go anywhere, not even school, without hearing about it.
You stop suddenly when the clear sound of twigs and leaves being stepped on inside an acreage of dark woods across from you seems to follow your path. Feeling a rush of bravery, you turn to face the ominous-looking woods, hollering out a, "Hello?"
Woods go silent after that. You laugh at your ridiculous behavior and spin back to the road, the laughter dying off your lips when you spot a figure twenty feet away.
Your gasp is the only noise heard from the quiet street. The figure's head tilts as whoever it was stares menacingly at you, hand gripping something at its side. "Who are you?" You wanted that to come out as confident and seem like you weren't scared, but instead, your voice shook and trembled.
The figure takes a step closer, you take two steps back. "What'd you want?"
When the figure moves under a well-placed street light, you see that the person wore a black cloak of some sort, and had a white ghost-like mask with the mouth dropped open. The thing they clutched in their gloved hand was a large hunting knife, blood dripping from the tip of it.
You were face-to-face with the infamous killer, who'd been harassing and killing people in your town and had no way of getting out of this alive. You start walking backward, causing the killer to follow you slowly.
"Please, please, don't do this. I won't tell anyone I saw you. Please." Your pleas are cut short when a flash of headlights appear behind you, followed by a loud honk. You quickly spin and rush to the car, arms flailing about.
The driver unlocks the passenger's door and you don't hesitate to hop in. "What the hell's going on?"
You look at the driver, an older man with grey hair, and exclaim, "Someone's trying to kill me!"
The man's eyes widen slightly and look up through the windshield, finding nothing but an empty street. "There's no one out there."
You stare at the vacant road for a minute, eyes furrowing at the unbelievable sight. "Yes, there was! I saw someone holding a bloody knife and, oh my God, you saved my life. If you hadn't shown up, I'd be dead."
The man sighs and puts the car in drive, "Tell me your address and I'll take you home. You shouldn't be out here by yourself anyway."
You nod and give your address, leaning against the seat with a heavy sigh.
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At school the next morning, last night's horrifying events still plagued your mind, refusing to let go. You had a run-in with the town's serial killer and made it out unscathed.
You didn't tell your parents about it. Nor did you mention a word to your friends. You figured your parents would make a big deal with this, and your friends would joke around and wanna return to the location, hoping to see the killer for themselves.
As far as you were concerned, you just wanted to forget the entire thing and go about your life, ignoring that fateful night where you found a serial killer.
...But your friends had other ideas. "Did you see the news? The killer struck again."
You overhear some of your friends talking about the murders near your locker and sigh at the inevitable conversation. "Where'd it happen this time?"
"Out near Oak Ridge, that street that leads into those woods."
Your stomach flutters with fear at the news. "Apparently he killed a couple that was taking a walk in the neighborhood."
"How'd you know it's a man?" Your close friend asks the guy who was going on and on about it.
"Aren't most serial killers male?"
"Not necessarily. There have been quite a few female ones."
You felt sick at the conversation and quietly open your locker. "Hey, Y/N."
You look up at the sound of your name and find Billy Loomis staring at you with a smile. He stood beside Stu and your two other close friends, who were too caught up in their talk to notice you.
"Hi. I see this killer's still the talk of the school."
"Who isn't talking about it?" One guy, Morgan, interjects, glancing at you with confused eyes, "It's all over the news."
"Don't you guys think it's kinda starting to get repetitive? I mean, this person, whoever they are, breaks into a house, kills the people inside, then gets away without ever leaving a clue. Then the media shitstorm starts all over again, probably blowing it out of proportion."
You wanted to seem indifferent to the killer and show no interest in the subject. "You act as if this is all boring to you."
You give a dismissive shrug, "It's all the same, really."
Stu's eyes narrow at you, "The killer isn't boring. I mean, you can seriously stand there and pretend that if you ever came face-to-face with him, somewhere dark and alone, that you wouldn't be freaking the fuck out? He gutted that couple like a fish, heard their pitiful screams that begged him to stop, blood everywhere, but had no remorse."
You suppress a shiver as dread twists like a knife in your gut. "Whaddya think he'd do to you if you were all alone?"
Bile rises in the back of your throat and with a slam of your locker, you hurry to the nearest bathroom to empty the contents of your upset stomach, with last night's events and Stu's chilling question becoming more than you could handle.
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You tried to put Stu's upsetting words, along with the memory of last night, out of your frazzled mind, but it kept sticking. The way Stu said it, how he stared at you, something felt off.
Why would he single you out as being alone by yourself somewhere dark? You hadn't mentioned a peep about last night to anyone, certainly not to Stu, but he almost in a way, had managed to describe what happened last night.
He even seemed offended that you showed no interest in the killer, which seemed strange to you. Sure, Stu was into those things, but it just seemed weird.
You're pulled out of your reverie by a finger tapping your shoulder, making you look up from your history book and glance behind. Billy, once again, stared at you, this time with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry for what happened earlier with Stu."
You shrug, "It's not your fault. I'm just kinda tired of hearing about this killer."
"But Stu shouldn't have said what he said. He upset you and I'm sorry. Stu sometimes can just be... you know?"
You nod with a chuckle, "Yep. I'm well aware of how he is."
"Mr. Loomis." Your history teacher, Mr. Henny, calls out his name with a disgruntled sigh, "Care to pay attention to your book instead of Y/N?"
A few snide remarks and giggles are heard, but you ignore them and turn back to your desk. You're surprised when a few seconds later, you feel another tap on your shoulder.
You can't help the smile tugging at your lips as you turn to Billy once more, "Your gonna get in trouble."
"You're worth it." Your cheeks turn a pretty pink color at that. "You doing anything tonight?"
Your heart races at the thought that Billy Loomis was asking you to come over and hang out one-on-one with him. "I'm babysitting a neighbor's kid until nine-thirty. Then after that, my schedule's wide open. Why?"
"Just wanted to see if you were free to watch a movie or something at my place. There's a Halloween marathon on TV tonight, so I thought we could hang and watch it."
"For sure. I'll head over around ten."
"Cool. I'll see ya then."
You smile brightly and turn back to your book, mind racing with ideas for tonight.
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10:00 PM
You check your watch for the fiftieth time that night. Why were you so damn nervous? It wasn't like this was the first time you'd been at Billy's house. It was more like the third or fourth time.
The other ones had been with your friends and when Billy threw a party, this time was just you two. One-on-one. No one to interrupt or drag Billy's attention away.
Maybe that's why you were so nervous. You take a deep breath before pushing the car door open and stepping out. A few more steps forward and you reach the front door, shakey hand reaching out to knock.
It takes a few seconds before the door creaks open, revealing Billy's smiling face behind it. "Hey."
"...Hi." Jesus. You were acting as you've never been around a guy before. You were getting flustered just by seeing him and saying hi.
"You wanna come in... or...?"
You realize that you'd just been standing there like a moron while Billy held the door open and mentally curse yourself out. "Oh. Yeah. Heh, that's a good idea." You say and slip inside, brushing past Billy as you go. The slam of the door gets your heart racing, as does Billy sliding his hand down your back.
"Halloween's about to start. You want something to drink?"
All you can do is nod as the will to speak leaves you. "There's some popcorn in the cupboard above the fridge. I figured we could have some with the movie."
"Part of me thought Stu would be joining us." You say while following Billy into the kitchen, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
"Eh. I thought you and I could hang out for a night. We don't spend a lot of time together outside of parties or school."
"I never realized you wanted to."
Billy stops at the fridge, glancing back at you over his shoulder, "Why not? We are friends after all."
Friends. You frown at the title, but quickly cover with a shrug and laugh, "I guess I'm just a little... I don't even know."
"Well, I got just the thing to make you feel better."
He turns and waggles two bottles of beer in front of you. "Aren't you a Godsend."
He chuckles and tosses you one, "I can get the popcorn if you wanna go relax."
"Don't have to tell me twice." You say and follow the path into his living room.
--
Two hours later and the first Halloween was over, making you look at the time and sigh. The night had been like a dream you didn't wanna wake up from.
Billy looks over and sees you dejectedly staring at the clock on the wall. "You gotta get going or something?"
"Eh, yeah, I probably should. My parents will flip if I'm not back."
"Oh, well, I was hoping you'd stay a little longer. The night was just getting fun."
His dark eyes staring into your own was enough to convince you that staying there was the right choice, especially when he leans a little closer, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Then again, Halloween two's about to come on." You shrug and lean against the cushion.
"And I wouldn't want you going home alone this late with a killer running around."
For the first time tonight, you recall last night's events with a heavy sigh. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."
"No, no. It's not you, it's just..." You swallow hard and look down, "I haven't told my parents or anything, but, I saw the killer last night."
Billy quirks a brow but didn't seem too surprised by what you said. You expected him to freak with worry, but no. He just sits up with a shrug. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. There was this old man who showed up at just the right time. I couldn't stop thanking him for saving my life."
"You didn't tell anyone, did you? Like the cops or something?"
Your brows furrow while your heart grows uneasy by Billy's strange interest in wanting to know if you spilled last night's horror to the cops. "Why?"
"Just tell me, Y/N!"
His eyes grow wide and worried, obviously not for you, but some reason. "No. You are the only one I told, Billy, no one else."
He takes a breather, eyes softening on you, "Where'd you see him?"
"Near Oak Ridge. By the woods."
Billy tilts his head and you push away the gnawing feeling that it looked suspiciously familiar. "Weird he didn't take the opportunity when you were alone. They don't hesitate with the other victims."
They?"
"I, uh, I meant, he. Or whoever it is." He pushes his hair back and turns his attention to the TV. Michael Myers had just finished killing another teenager and was heading outside, easily avoiding the police and Dr. Loomis.
A commercial break restarts the awkward silence and you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. You feel eyes on you and look over, finding Billy already staring back.
"Billy..." You say his name softly as he inches closer, eyes glancing at your lips. His lips brush against yours, the delicacy taking you by surprise. Your arms come around his neck while he urges you closer, nearly pulling you onto his eager lap.
Even though you were already touching, Billy wanted you closer, needed to feel more of your heated body pressed against his. Your mouths mash together, tongues tangling for dominance, as he slides one hand under your leg, pulling you fully on his lap.
He uses the position to rake his fingers up your bare thighs, the short skirt you wore revealing more skin than you realized, making you gasp when his fingers dip under the band of your panties.
Your legs part for his touch, writhing against his lap, begging for it like never before. He pulls his hands away to tear off your shirt, not bothering with the buttons, tossing it to the floor with a smirk.
Your quickly flopped on your back under him, followed by Billy wrapping your legs around his hips. He rocks against you once, then twice, your moan being followed by his own groan.
Your just starting to come undone when a slam of the front door, followed by a female scream on the TV, has you yelping and banging your head against Billy's, causing a muffled stir of curses and hissing.
"Argh, shit," Billy murmurs and pushes back slightly, rubbing at his sore head.
You lean up, eyes widening when you spot Stu standing in the entryway, arms crossed over his chest, goofy grin on his face. "How's it going, guys?"
Billy turns the TV off with a huff, slamming the remote down with extra force, making you jump. "Ever heard of knocking?"
"How'd you even get in?" You ask at the same time, making Stu laugh.
"Back door was unlocked. You two look pissed off. Sorry I didn't realize I'd be interrupting a grope fest."
You blush, but then quickly remember that during your horny makeout session, Billy had taken your shirt off, which was probably why Stu was showing more interest in you than usual.
You gather your shirt from the floor, throwing it on quickly before standing, "I should get going."
Billy makes a noise of protest, groaning in annoyance at Stu, "He'll leave. You stay."
"No, Billy, I should be getting home anyway. My parents are gonna be flipping. I just need a minute, I'll be right back." You say and brush past Stu for the stairs, already knowing where the bathroom was.
--
A few minutes later and you head out of the upstairs bathroom, pausing when you overhear Billy and Stu arguing. You figured Billy was bitching Stu out over interrupting them, but quickly realize how wrong you are.
"Real nice, man, thank you for that."
"I said sorry. Besides, I would've never imagined you'd get someone like Y/N over here, legs wrapped around your body, tits in your face."
"I didn't think it'd happen either." Billy shrugs, "But it did."
Your brows furrow. Was this some kind of... plan? No, it couldn't be.
"Yeah, well, thanks to you, our original plans for tonight have been rescheduled. Unless you still down for it."
...That gets your attention. "C'mon, man, Y/N's here. I'm trying to get her to stay."
"We made these plans yesterday, Billy. There's only a short period we can use for this. And we've already lost a few hours."
What in the hell was Stu talking about?
"Can't you do this one night alone?"
"We're a team! I can't do it without you, man."
Billy huffs in annoyance, raking a hand through his hair, "I invited Y/N over. I can't just leave without a good excuse."
"Y/N's heading out anyway."
"Because you showed up."
"Whatever. We need to do this soon if we're going through with it."
That uneasy feeling in your gut returns in full, making your heart race in fear. Whatever their little 'plan' was, it wasn't good. And they obviously did these things often.
"Just do it by yourself. It'll be fine."
Stu scoffs, "We started it together, we do this together. I can't do it all by myself while also wearing this."
He drops a black duffel bag by his feet, pulling out a white ghost mask, the same one the killer wears, handing it to Billy. "You wore it last night anyway."
Your eyes widen and can't help the gasp that slips past your trembling lips, the noise sounding so loud through the quiet house.
Billy and Stu's eyes narrow and glance up at you, finding you peering down at them over the railing.
"Your right, Billy, guess we're not going anywhere," Stu says after a tense moment, smilingly menacingly up at you.
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Right for you
Note: I made this for a super awesome girl! @actuallythatwaspromise Her bias is Jongho which is totally cool cause I ship her with him!. I wanted to make this for her and I figured she might just like it enough, I do apologize Promise if it isn’t good enough :(. if you guys want your own scenarios, Just send in a request for one or even a message!
Genre: Angst with some fluff!
SUPER LONG
Scenario: When Promise finally makes contact with her long time crush, Bad boy Jongho, She finds out, He’s much different than people thought. And he’s there to prove, He’s just right for her.
Another day at school, Promise dreaded these days, Not because she hated the thought of being there. But she had to balance school and head to her part time job often. The bell ringed and she opened her locker, sighing deeply as she put the books inside the locker. “Promise!” Choi yelled making her friend Jump. “Jesus Christ! Maybe not sneak up on me like that?” Promise frowned. “Sorry, Hey you look stressed out, what’s up?” Choi asked, opening her locker beside Promise. Where was she even gonna begin. “I was at work last night, My boss is a snobby dick, Come to find out, Jongho went there and he was being a flirt,” she whined. Choi chuckled. “You like him, So just tell him?” she said. Promise looked at Choi which caused the girl to pause for a moment. “It’s Choi Jongho! And he’s a bad person, Everyone knows he picks fights and he’s not a good example and yet a good person for me,”. Choi rolled her eyes. “That’s it? Promise! Give it a shot, ever seen where the bad boys are always the softest to their girls? You might get lucky?” she explained. The girls closed their lockers as they walked along each other talking. Until they bumped into someone.
“Sorry,” Both girls apologized as they looked up. Promise’s eyes widen as she looks at Jongho in shock. “You ladies going somewhere?” he smirked. “Class, where you should be,” Promise lightly spoke. Choi was going to laugh at her friends sly comment until Seonghwa showed up, Throwing his arm around Choi. “Is this the one?” he pointed to Promise. Jongho nodded his head, causing both girls to look at each other and shrug. “I was looking everywhere for you, I wanted to invite you to my party tonight,” Jongho explained to Promise. “She can’t go, Her bedtime is like....10 at night, unless we stay awake to watch movies, It’s 12,” Choi said making the two boys laugh. “It’s just harmless fun, I want her there,”. Promise blushed. “I have work tonight,” Promise said. Jongho scoffed. “Come on, Ditch work, I really wanna show you how to have fun the right way,” he said. Promise sighed knowing she couldn’t keep rejecting the offer. Finally breathing in, she agreed making the boy smiled. “I hope you have tons of fun,” Choi cheered. Seonghwa cleared his throat, shaking his head in disapproval. “You’re coming too,”.
{Time Skip}
Promise was at her house, looking and digging for the right outfit for the party, of course going out with a bad boy for a night wouldn’t kill. Right?. I mean she did like him, Liked him enough she would date him. But she thought of all the bad things people have said about him.
“He smokes,”
“He gets in fights at school, even outside of school with his little biker gang friends,”
“Jongho is the only guy to hook up with a girl and leave her, he’s done it before,”
Promise didn’t care much that he smoked, He still managed to have his perfect teeth, She didn’t care that he was apart of his own biker gang, She found it hot to see him arrive on his motorcycle. She didn’t care he got in fights, everyone did right?. So what was stopping her from confessing her feelings?. Ah that’s right. Her parents approval. Her mom would makes comments like.
“He’s got tattoo’s, he smokes, he probably hangs around a bar, He’s not a good example! His piercings are gross, find a decent man,”
Or maybe even her father’s comments like.
“He isn’t going to be with you, he clearly has no respect for women,”.
Believe it or not, she was worried about what her parents had to say about the bad boy. She found him hot, everyone at school did. Girls would find countless ways to get him even to look in their direction so it pained to try and find out. Why he chose her out of every girl in school. Suddenly a knock at her bedroom door knocked her out of thought, she opened it to see her best friend Choi. Choi wasn’t sure about going either. The two girls weren’t sure why some of the hottest guys in school would want them to be apart of some party. “You still gonna go?” Choi asked. Promise sighed as she dropped down on her bed, letting out a groan. “I don’t know, I mean it’s Choi Jongho, one of the best guys in school! And he invited me to go but I have work and if I skip, I would either get fired or embarrass myself at the party,” Promise raised out of bed. Her friend smiled as she shrugged. “Wanna know something? We would be idiots, But in the end, we would be the best idiots there,” She chimed as the two girls let out a small laugh.
They both rummage throughout the room, looking for the right outfit and Promise chose a nice and cozy outfit. She wanted to wear something to her taste and liking which was her black turtleneck, she wore a light brown jacket over it, her jeans, and some boots to go with it. Meanwhile Choi wore a simple sweater and high waist jeans with her own boots. After that the girls were leaving the hose until they seen two motorcycles pull up. “Want a ride there?” Jongho asked. Promise walked up to him. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle,” She admitted. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall,” he winked. She gently nodded her head as she got on. Choi gave her a thumbs up before turning to Seonghwa. “Can I just walk?” she whined. He shook his head. “No, You don’t have much of a choice,”. It was no secret that Promise had a thing for Jongho, and that Choi had a thing for Seonghwa. Deep down, The two boys liked the girls as well, making the feelings mutual.
“We’re gonna go to the party, you coming right?” Seonghwa asked as he got on the bike with Choi trailing behind him. “I wanna take Promise somewhere first, after that, Yeah,” Jongho said. Choi waved bye to her friend before her and Seonghwa had left to the party. Jongho wrapped Promises arms around him tightly. “Hold on,” he said. He took off on his motorcycle, Feeling kinda nervous Promise had held herself tighter to him. But soon she begin to relax as the wind blew through her hair. It felt like she was free. No more stress. No more annoying boss. No more controlling parents. No more judgement. Just her and Jongho and the night sky, He started to slow down as they stopped outside of a building. “What are we doing here? Looks a little sketchy?” Promise asked as she got off of the motorcycle. “It’s going to be fine okay,” he said. She nodded her head, Deciding to take his advice and follow through. When the two walked in, It was a night little building. Full of flowers, paintings, it was cozy too. “This is where me and my friends hang out, It’s not opened to everyone but you sweetheart,” he kissed her hand. Making her blush, he felt proud of the flirting game he had been pulling.
“What made you ask me to come tonight? You hardly wanted anything to do with me??” Promise asked the sudden question. “Well, I’ve always had an eye out on you, You were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I decided it was best to spend time with you, Finally get to know who I’m marrying in the future,” he said making her chuckle. She sat on the small couch in the dim lit area. He chuckled as she sat beside her, passing her a drink. “I don’t drink,” she replied. He rolled his eyes. “I know, It’s water, I knew you didn’t like alcohol,” he said. “how did you-”. “Don’t question me Promise, I know more than you think,” he ruffled her hair. She thanked him as she took the water from him, the two begin to talk. Jongho opened up a bit about himself and she did the same.
Jongho checked how the time had passed, he didn’t want the moment to end with her. But he knew if he didn’t show, Hongjoong would’ve been calling at any given moment. “We should go to that party,” he stood up helping her. “I agree, I gotta make sure Choi is fine,” she said. “Oh please, She’s with Seonghwa, He wouldn’t let her get hurt, this isn’t a night about her, it’s a night about us and how hot I find you,” he said. She rolled her eyes playfully as the two exited the small area.
{Party Skip}
Jongho and Promise got off the motorcycle, Thankfully it wasn’t full to where the crowd was outside, sure a few drunks, couples, etc. Were outside but not as bad as she thought it would be. Choi noticed her and approached her with a smile. “Promise, I had been looking everywhere for you, Jongho!” Her eyes moved to the male beside Promise. “Choi, Where’s Seonghwa?” he asked. “He went to the restroom, told me to wait for him but it’s gonna be awhile,” she frowned. He nodded his head, going to find his friends, Choi grabbed her hand, guiding her best friend throughout the crowd. People were dancing, some girls glaring at the two girls who arrived with the most popular boys at school. “You should let loose, I want you to meet the rest,” Choi chimed as she made her way to the kitchen. In there stood some boys and Jongho. “Meet Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, and well you already know him,” she said. “She’s beautiful,” San smirked. “Back off, Man whore,” Jongho said making the group laugh as she pulled Promise close to him. Seonghwa came back, embracing Choi, She blushed but didn’t fight back.
The party kept going, more drinks, more dances, more games, more music. It was a time to remember. “Have you seen Jongho?” Promise asked Yeosang. he shook his head before going back to make out with the girl on the couch. She sighed going to find Choi, Who happened to be staring at Seonghwa and a certain girl dancing. “Men, All they do is lie,” she scoffed. Promise frowned as she watched the anger on Choi’s face. “Have you seen Jongho?” she asked. “Upstairs, I’m going,” Choi frowned. Seonghwa had noticed and followed her out, which Promise knew would lead to a big fight but she didn’t have the time to stop those two. She walked upstairs, not wanting to snoop she kinda looked into the rooms, until she stopped at the last door. Opening it she found Jongho and a girl kissing each other. It was like her heart shattered. He noticed her and she walked off, He pushed the girl off of him, following behind her. “Promise?” he called out. She ignored him.
She made it outside, “Promise!” Jongho yelled which got the attention of everyone there. Most of them going outside to see the huge scene, only to be surprised when they seen it was Jongho going after a girl. Shocker since most of the stories were about Jongho failing at love. “Can you hear me out?” he grabbed her arm. She smacked his arm away as she was angry, so angry she didn’t notice the tear in her eyes. “What? What is there to explain? Hey promise, I was only playing with your feelings cause I knew you liked me for 2 years now, but it’s fine, You’ll be okay, Have fun, Go back to fucking your whore,” she spat. Jongho was taken back by her sudden Aggression. Choi frowned walking over to her friend. “Thank you for inviting us Jongho, But we should go, We clearly aren’t wanted here,”. The two girls walked away leaving Jongho in anger, and Seonghwa in sadness.
{3 Days}
Promise stopped going to school, Jongho would run around asking if anyone has seen her. No sign, no way of finding out if she was even okay. Choi stood at her locker, only to be approached by Hongjoong. “You need to make up with Seonghwa and tell me where Promise is,” he said. “No, Seonghwa is a dick who could careless how I felt when he let her all over him, and Promise deserves better,” she slammed the locker. “Not for my sake, for Jongho’s, He’s just being more aggressive and he misses her,” Hongjoong said. Choi frowned as she shook her head. “I’m sorry Hongjoong, it’s nothing against you,”.
{1 Week}
A week passed, still no sign, Choi would grab Promises work and go home. Until one time she got stuck in the classroom with no one other than Seonghwa. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked. “I’m sorry. I know since I’m all bad boy Seonghwa, it doesn’t feel like it, but I’m sorry...I shouldn’t of allowed her all over me, we aren’t dating but yet it felt wrong. Will you forgive me and be my girlfriend, Please? I wanna take you out on a nice ride on the motorcycle,” he said. Choi knew she couldn’t stay mad. She kissed him as she smiled. “Fine,”.
{2 Weeks/Current}
“She’s been at home?” Jongho asked Choi, Now known as Seonghwa’s girlfriend. She smiled as they sat outside of her place. “Just make it up to her, You really hurt her and she really cares about you, We’ll be waiting for you idiots,”. Jongho nodded his head, He knocked on the door only to get Choi to push him in the house. He looked around the silent and empty house. Promise was in bed, She was currently laying down as she scrolled on her phone, until the door opened. Looking over and guessing it was her friend she sighed. “Go away Choi, I don’t feel like playing games,” she said. “Sounds boring, and I’m not Choi, You really gotta be a better guesser honey,”. She raised up quickly. Her eyes landed on Jongho. He stood there, in her room, holding a huge bouquet. “Listen, Cupcake, I’m sorry...I’m really sorry, She was drunk, she was out of her mind, and I should have fought back but I didn’t have time, you walked in right when she started...You mean the world to me baby, Will you forgive me? officially be mine? I can’t do this without you,” He said. Promise cried as she jumped in his arms. She was sad and he knew she was. He held her tightly. “I missed you,” she cried. “I missed you too angel,” he put the flowers on her bed. She felt comfortable in his arms.
“Do you forgive me?” he asked holding her. Her legs wrapped tightly around his body as she nodded her head, kissing him softly. “Get yourself cleaned up, We’re waiting for you outside,” he said. “We?”. He nodded his head walking out and giving her time to get ready. Choi raised a brow as she seen Jongho. “So?” “She’s my girlfriend now, and she forgives me,” he said. Yunho chuckled as he cheered for Jongho. Suddenly after minutes of waiting, Promise walked out to see everyone. “We’re gonna go on a nice ride in the city,” He said. “Nice to see you,” Choi waved. She looked between Choi and Seonghwa. The couple made eye contact before she wrapped her arms around him. “This big hottie, Is my boyfriend,”. Promise cheered as she hugged Choi. Making her way to Jongho. He kissed her as he gave her a helmet. “I got this made for you, Because I want you to be apart of my life forever, I want us to set free, You don’t have to skip school, but maybe think about running away?” he raised a brow. “Seriously?” Promise asked. He nodded his head. “Seonghwa and Choi are going, We thought maybe escaping this stupid place would do us some good, We’re leaving next week, What do you say?” he said.
Promise frowned as she knew it was either running away and being free on the road, or being stuck with a job and her possessive parents. “You know when they said you were a bad boy, I thought they meant you really were, it was just a title, you ended up being the best,” she said kissing his cheek as she put her helmet on. “And it’s a yes, I will leave with you guys,”. He smiled. A big choice was made. “Just wanted to prove that I was right for you,” he winked. They soon took off as Choi yelled out, raising her arms in the air. Promise laid her head on Jongho’s back. This is what she wanted. This is who she wanted. And Jongho was proud. He got the girl of his dreams. He changed himself, to prove he was right for her. Just her.
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The Baker And Her Actor: part I [The Delivery!]
Paring: Chris Evans x Black Fem!Reader
Summary: You meet Chris while making a house delivery for the Evans. He can’t get you off his mind, and to be honest you can’t get him of yours.
Warnings: profanity, sexual content, angst, but overall fluff!
Notes: I hope you guys enjoy, don’t be afraid to leave your thoughts opinions and critique’s. All are welcome!
Early morning shifts were apart of your normal routine, but never this early.
You had made arrangements with a costumer. You’d drop off five dozen boxes of your holiday edition sticky pecan maple donuts.
You walk into the bakery the cool Boston breeze follows you indoors.
Walking back you gently place a hair net on, wrapping your body in your favorite apron that said “ All you kneed is love.” It was your absolute favorite.
You hit the lights to kitchen and begin assembling all the ingredients nessecary for this massive delivery.
“Hey sorry I’m late.” Kiara, your employees and best friend said barging in.
She approached you tieing on her apron as well, preparing to help you whip up this hefty batch.
“Okay so like I said these are semi important guest, considering I have to make a home delivery and they gave me a key code. I’m assuming their loaded, so we need to make this our best. Presentation and taste.” You explain to kiara
She nods in agreement sucking in air, you’d didn’t know who was dreading this most you or her.
——-
Packaging the last few donuts Kiara spoke breaking the silence.
“So who is this special delivery for, I mean I get being rich but come on making us deliver first thing on thanksgiving is kind of fucked up.” She complained
You couldn’t agree more, thanksgiving was your favorite holiday and here you were stuck making over sixty donuts at the crack of dawn. You wish you could have refused but you needed the money.
“I know, trust me I understand, and I appreciate you and your vigor. Helping me, waking up this early isn’t easy for you I know that. And the name was- Evans I believe. Sounded like a man on the phone.” You announce
“Evans, in Boston. BITCH!’Kiara shouts. “I’m coming with you, because if this is who I think this is I swear I’m never living this day down!” She continues to Elate.
“Who’s Evans?”
——-
For the entirety of the car ride Kiara couldn’t stop ranting and raving about the infamous Chris Evans.
The way she talked about him would have made you believe she knew him personally.
According to Kiara, he is an actor in the marvel movies, which you’ve never seen. He lives in Boston with his family, and has an adorable dog named Dodger.
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of this hottie.” Kiara said
“Well I know of him I’m just not obsessed like some.” You sass.
Kiara rolls her eyes in your direction. “No matter who he is we have to stay professional. Pretend you have no idea who he is and it’s just another delivery.” You instruct.
“I would, but it’s not just another delivery.”
“Why is that?” You remark
“Bitch because we don’t deliver.” Kiara curses.
She did have a solid point, we aren’t a delivery service. only having 5 employees so you run a pretty tight ship.
But you make it work, you’re only delivering because they asked and offered to throw in a pretty hefty delivery fee.
Looks like we are here.
You pull up to a gated community, from what you could see the houses were huge.
It was a mixture of recently builds and older builds. Overall it was beautiful, The rich really do have it all.
“What’s the code again?” Kiara asks hand hanging out the window ready to punch in the code.
Snapping from your gaze. “Um 369696.” You announce
“Got it.” We watch as the retracts allowing my 2008 Mariner to slip through and up the hills to the “Evans” home.
—-
“Okay remember what I said. No celebrity talk, just hand them the bag say some quick “thank you’s, your welcome’s and we’re out.” You demand
Kiara smirks. “Then we can sneak back later since we have the code, and watch him sleep.”
“Okay see nope, you’re staying in the car!” You shout.
“Why?” Kiara whines.
“Because your a freaking liability I don’t need them thinking we are weird fan girls that happen to bake.” You whisper shout.
“We are weird fan girls that bake.” Kiara chuckes
“We,” is a long shot.” You say getting the donuts out from the backseat.
Placing them in your hands you could feel the heat of them, still warm. And obviously they smelled amazing.
You and Kiara walked up to the Evans home. It was large, modern with a twist. The bricks were a beautiful mixture of cool earth tones and the pathway up to the front door was beautiful.
You could tell the home was designed by a women. The touch was so feminine but with many masculine hints.
“Ring it.” You told Kiara
“Wow even the doorbell sound is expensive.” She joked
Immediately the door swings open and you and Kiara are met with the most beautiful blue eyes.
He wore a red flannel, regular denim blue jeans that fit him well, a navy snap back and held a beer in one of his large hands.
Kiara wasn’t lying he was beautiful.
Clearing your throat before you speak. “Oh Um we are here for Evans.” You sqeak lacking your usual confidence.
Guys always had that affect on you, especially attractive ones.
“I would be Evans.” Chris chuckles sitting his beer on a side table, reaching out to take the boxes from you.
His hand brushes against yours just for a brief moment.
You felt your heart beat accelerate and those damn butterflies explode in your pit.
God, no.
Maybe it was just because he was the last man to touch you in years?
I hope so.
“Wow this smell absolutely fantastic, I know the family will love them. Thanks so much for coming I know you guys don’t do that I just- never mind let me grab my wallet.” He explained
“You know what it’s fine we should get going, enjoy your day!” You almost shout gripping Kiaras arm yankimg her down the pathway practically tearing her arm off.
Chris is left baffled at his doorstep, he really thought you two deserved a tip. That’s also what was discussed over the phone.
“Bitch what the hell was that!” Kiara shouts.
“I don’t know I really don’t. I just freaked and wanted to get out of there, something wasn’t right.” I had a bad feeling.” You lied.
“Or a good feeling.” Kiara mumbles.
“What?”
“Oh come on y/n it’s no secret you love to self sabotage all the time. I saw they way you were looking at him and frankly he was checking yo big booty ass out too.” She informs.
No way.
It was true though. Chris opened the door and was immediately blown away by your beauty.
he loved how your hair fit your face just right, the way your outfit cordinated with the holiday and season, your big brown eyes, and beautiful dark skin.
He was immediately blown away, and shocked that you ran off like Cinderella.
—-
Driving back home gave you time to think. You hadn’t felt those butterflies in your stomach in years. The feeling was so foreign but so familiar.
You had to move on though, it was a one time thing. You’d never see him again.
——
Back at Chris’s house:
A/n: the girls thought it was a family home it’s really just Chris’s home!
Chris’s Point Of View:
Chris shuts the door completely taken a back by your sudden take off.
“Oooh the desserts are here mom!’Scott shouts “well that’s not a pretty face.” Scott teases .
“Yeah I know the baker she ran off before I could give her a tip, I sort of feel bad. They deserve it.” Chris moaned
He hated not being able to give back. He was blessed with all this luxury he wanted to be able to give back in any way he could.
“Well maybe drop it off tomorrow, let’s celebrate and not sulk.” Scott suggested pushing his older brother in the direction of the kitchen.
“Yeah.” Chris said starting to chipper up again.
—-
The Next Day:
Another early shift.
You never understood why after holidays people were still craving sweets, hadn’t they had enough at their parties and gatherings?
“Jesus this line wont go down.” Kiara complains
“Hey look at it as exposure and a better paycheck.” You said
“I’ll go check on the guys.” Kiara announces
Your main bakers Jay and Deacon were amazing. They were prompt, selfless, and came up with the most delicious unique recipes.
“Hi welcome to y/n’s what can I get you today.” You ask not completely aware of the person in front of you.
“A regular glaze donut should do.”
Your ears burn at how familiar the voice sounded.
Your attention slowly turned from the coffe machine you were working with to the figure standing in front of you.
Chris Evans.
Their he stood. Frame decorated with a warm winter puff coat, a navy knit sweater, denim blue jeans, and his imfamous Boston hat.
“Oh ok, of course.’ Let me grab a fresh on for you.” You stammer.
You were nervous, he made you nervous.
“No the one on display is fine I don’t need special treatment.” Chris had reassured
You nod in a agreement. Grabbing the donut wrapping it in your seasonal decorate parchment paper. You slip it in a brown baggie and hand it over to him.
“That’ll be 0.99 cents.”
Chris’s face hardened, his eyebrows furrowing in.
Digging into his pocket. “You know, you should really charge more. Your name goods are amazing.” Chris compliments.
You feel your face heat up and those damn butterflies erupting again.
It was no secret you tend to fall fast but self sabotage because you’re awkward and can’t fathom the thought of being loved.
“Have a good day, Chris.” You say whispering his name not wanting to pull attention to him.
“You as well y/n.” He whispered mimicking you.
He remembered your name?
You turn around to finish adjusting the coffe machine, but slightly peaking to watch him walk out.
God he was so darn beautiful.
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“Days over let’s count profit, Kiara can you grab Jay I think he’s still back there cleaning.” You ask politely
Kiara nods in agreement making her way through the flapping doors.
You begin opening the registers, fact checking and counting the profit you and yo it team made for the day. You loved having the bakery but gosh this was time consuming.
You reach for the tip jar, tilting it downward for easy acsses to slip your hands through. You pull out varrace one dollar bills, coins, some five dollar bills, until, you pulled out a wad of three hundred dollar bills.
“What the fuck.’You whisper to yourself. “Guys, guys come out her right now!” You shout excitedly.
“What who’s here?” Jay runs out of the kitchen with a rolling pen ready to attack any threats.
“No ones here, and put that down.”
“Someone left a three hundred dollar tip.” You announced
Your small bakery filled with loud hoots and hollers from your team. Everyone excited by the unexpected win.
“Well girl don’t act like you don’t know who left it.” Kiara said smirking
“What do you mean?” You respond
“Obviously it was Cevans.” She stared eyebrows wiggling.
“Who’s Cevans?” Deacon blurts.
“You remember that home delivery the other day, yeah that was to Chris Mother fucking Evans house.” Kiara explains.
“What?!” Deacon and Jay shout simotaniously.
“When were you gonna tell us this?” Deacon says.
“Never.’ You whisper. “Only because it’s not that big of a deal, I mean look at you guys your obsess all ready. He’s just a guy.” You rationalize
“Yeah just a guy that drops three hundred dollars on a pretty brown skin doll.” Kiara teases.
“Shut up.” You say cheeks heating up.
“Well don’t get to deep because you still owe me a date.” Deacon says walking away.
You and Deacon had a moment not to long ago, I mean you loved him as a friend and could never go past the point of no return with him.
But Deacons feelings for you were explosive and seemingly never ending.
God what was it with you and white men.
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Chris’s Point Of View:
At home I had spent the remainder of the day with my family.
The thoughts of y/n still lingered. I was no doubt proud that i could give you the tip you deserved.
He could tell you worked hard, and deserved every team.
Were you single?
“What are you day dreaming about?” Scott says interrupting my thoughts.
“Nothing.” I say dry
“Really because we just had y/n’s yesterday and your already back. I thought we’d be donuted out for a while.” Scott implied
Scott was constantly trying to find me someone. He said I would “die alone,” if I don’t find a wife. But the truth is I’m protective of me, my space.
It’s not easy being a noticeable celebrity, people seem to always have alternative motives.
Like what they can gain from me, use me.
“I just liked her donuts, that’s all not that deep Scott.” I lied.
“Mhmm, we should wear face mask tonight and try and find her instagram, see what’s she up to.” Scott suggests non chalantly.
I mean If I did it would only be to spend quality time with scott right?
“I mean I guess, but not that one face mask made my face burn.” I said fingers circuling my face.
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Y/n’s Point Of View:
Finally locking up the shop I walk away to my car keys in my hand bag in another.
I couldn’t feel somewhat guilty for the amount of money we’d recieved from Chris. He was too generous.
It almost felt like I was using him even though he willing gave us the money. I still felt bad.
At home you ate your dinner in peace, lofi music playing in the background.
When suddenly your phone went off with a ping, two pings.
Picking up your phone to see what it was.
An instagram notification. “What the fuck.” You curse
Why was Scott Evans liking your pictures.
Now this was no coincidence.
You dial your Bestfriends number to tell her the news.
“Kiara.”
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Chris’s Point Of View:
“Scott what the fuck!” I shout. “Now she’s gonna know I was lurking.”
“But you weren’t I am.” Scott says
“Yes but don’t you think she’ll know we are together. This is why I didn’t want to do this.” I continue to shout.
“Just don’t like anymore pictures please.” I plead.
“Fine I won’t, but isn’t she hot.” Scott teases.
“She’s beautiful yes but not my type.” I lie
“You don’t have a type.” Scott rebutted
This wasn’t 100% accurate or inaccurate looks weren’t a formality for me not that you weren’t stunning, but the personality was were it was for me.
From the small moments I observed of you, your quiet and shy but outgoing on fun once you get to know the person and people you are around.
Maybe Scott was right, just maybe.
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First part! Lemme know what you think!
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THE STORM - Part six
Fandom: The Boys (Amazon prime tv series)
Pairing: Black Noir x Reader
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Boys, only my OC characters and certain pieces of au plot.
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Getting to know you
While a certain member of the Seven entertained violent thoughts at the upper levels, Sarah sat at her desk filing papers. To be honest, she was studying more than she was doing her job, but there wasn’t much of a workload anyway. Keeping her textbook laid flat against her knees, she quickly went through the lines of text before typing away at her computer for a few minutes.
Martha was perched on her desk reading through some folders.
“You do know you’re not fooling anyone, right?”
Sarah sighed and finished the paragraph she was reading on molecular recognition.
“I know,” she conceded, before defending herself. “At least I’m doing something constructive.” Her voice dropped to a whisper and shot, “Look at Sierra, over there.”
Her friend moved naturally, looking over at the clock while noticing the young woman taking a string of selfies with her coffee. Martha grimaced, shaking her head.
“No girl, just no.”
“I know.”
“Someone needs to tell her, she won’t stop.”
Sarah laughed, “She’ll learn someday.”
Checking the clock herself, she found herself growing hot. She pressed her sweaty palms into the wood surface of her desk, letting her legs stretch out underneath it. Her fingers twitched slightly, and she masked her unease by bringing her hand back to her mouse, clicking away at the screen.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Sarah made a noncommittal sound, not letting her eyes move away from the screen in front of her.
“You look...” Martha trailed off before finding the right word, “squeamish.”
“Well that sounds lovely. Just what I like to hear.”
Martha sighed, her eyes narrowing at her friend. “You know I worry. You sure everything’s okay?”
The sight of Black Noir occupying her couch was seared into her mind. She could no longer hide. She could only face it and be smart about the information she disclosed.
Her friend was still watching her, and Sarah finally pushed away from the desk.
She pushed her glasses back up and, pinching the bridge of her nose, she bowed her head down.
With her hair falling around her face in soft curls, she murmured, “I’ve made a contact.”
Martha immediately put her papers down and turned to fully face her. “What do you mean?”
“Someone reached out. It’s dangerous, but it could be very rewarding.”
“Who is it?”
Sarah looked around and brought her hands back to the keyboard.
“I really can’t say.”
At Martha’s pointed look, she further explained. “I really can’t tell you. It’s someone—,” she wasn’t sure how she could describe Black Noir without giving it away. “It’s just someone really high up. Lots of info.”
“Oh my gosh, it’s B.N. isn’t it? You said he made contact.”
Sarah shrugged. “Maybe.”
Martha stared at her for a few moments before accepting her friend’s silence.
“Just be careful, okay?”
Sarah nodded, “You know I am.”
Her friend shook her head. “I know you are, but we’re getting closer. Things could get hot.”
The room grew even louder and more boisterous as lunch time rolled around. Sarah proceeded to close the files she’d been working on.
“Oh, and you’ll have to tell me all the deets, understood?”
The young woman laughed, wondering deep down if she’d be able to tell her anything at all. The dead don’t speak.
“I’m ready for lunch, let’s go find Annika.”
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The hours after lunch were spent worrying and suffocating that same preoccupation with fool-proof schemes. It was an endless cycle, really. Every time she found a flaw in her set of questions, it sent her spiraling into self-doubt. Could she truly pull this off?
She was more and more convinced that he hadn’t been sent by Vought, simply because he was a trained assassin who didn’t need these long and ambiguous methods to extract the information he needed. He was more than capable of inflicting mind-blowing amounts of pain. And pain always loosened the tongue.
So maybe he wasn’t doing this for Vought. Maybe his fixation and stalkerish tendencies towards her could be chalked up as misguided and genuine. In that case, he was still a dangerous wild card since she wasn’t who he thought she was. If he’s truly loyal to the company, her identity might prove to be an issue.
And so, it went on and on. She went through potential questions she could ask, and questions she should steer clear of. She recalled all the tips and tricks Mallory had taught her, from the phrasing of the questions, to the body language she should maintain. The goal was to ask a series of common questions and sparsely slip an inquisitive one into the mix. But would this work on him?
She’d have to work much slower to access some, if any, information.
Most of all, she was afraid of her body giving her away: her fast heartbeat and shallow breathing, paired with the subtle interrogation could give it all away. And this terrified her.
Sarah watched the clock tick closer and closer to five o’clock with increasing dread.
When it arrived, she waved over to Martha, gathered her things and walked out the door with as much confidence as physically possible.
.
In his living quarters, Black Noir stood in front of a mirror. He remembered Sarah’s reaction. The woman apparently concealed it well, but he’d caught onto her fear, her state of agitation and turmoil. Was it because of his dark appearance, or was it something deeper, a reaction to the violence he represented? He tilted his head to the side. Or did it have to do with her file, something she’s hiding?
The tall man couldn’t think of any way to convince her of his good intentions towards her. All he could do was respect her boundaries and listen to her; hope she’d accept him.
He usually avoided the mirror in his room, not really needing it for any aesthetic reason. He wore the same armored suit every day and was almost always covered from head to toe in tough black material. And yet now, he stood tall in front of it and took in the sight. He was closed-off, impenetrable, dangerous and stealthy. He appreciated the simplicity of the reinforced suit. It wasn’t flashy like the ones his teammates wore. And it didn’t convey any light-hearted or patriotic meaning. It was functional and allowed him to blend into the shadows and kill. His skull-like mask was the last thing many men saw before he proceeded in tearing them apart. Seeing it in daylight had nothing on witnessing it come out of the shadows at night. Like a nightmare taking form right before their eyes.
And now Sarah had witnessed a small violence on his part, the skull he hid behind and the strength he possessed. It was perfectly normal for her to be afraid.
But the knife, a small part of him reminded. Yes, that was a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit. But he’d take his time, god knows he could be patient. Especially if it was for her. The mysterious Sarah Burns.
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As eight o ‘clock crept closer, Sarah could be found in her kitchen, finishing up her dinner. The creamy pasta she’d made sat heavy in her stomach, the knowledge of her impending doom adding an extra ton. After quickly washing the dishes, she sat at the table and scrolled through the memes Martha had sent her. When she realized they revolved around Homelander, she grew interested. There was no way the Seven’s leader would accept this, and the inner conflict it would produce was the perfect cover for her plan to proceed.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Sitting still, she tensed, ready to whip up and out of her chair. A dark clothed hand came up and over her shoulder moving towards her cell phone.
She almost jumped out of her skin as her mind thought of the worst possible outcome of having his hand so close to her neck. And yet, he simply leaned over and promptly pressed the heart icon below one of the memes. He liked the meme.
Sarah opened her mouth to speak and closed it a few times. He finally retreated from his spot hovering over her and went to stand at a respectful distance, his back to the wall.
She spun around and stood up, her heart still clogging her throat.
“Jesus Christ,” she hissed, eyes wide and a hand raised to her chest.
He simply watched her with that magnetic gaze she couldn’t seem to escape. She picked at the hem of her shirt, not knowing how to proceed. How had he even entered the house?
His gaze settled on the small notebook she’d left on the table for their upcoming meeting. He moved slowly and gave her wide birth as he took it up into his hands. He flipped to a blank page and wrote.
Are you afraid, he paused before adding, of me?
He passed the notebook to her. She took it hesitantly, and once she read his message, her eyes kept flicking from the page to his mask. You could snap me like a twig. She was indeed very much afraid.
“No,” she answered, with a slight shake of her head.
He tilted his head slightly to the left before raising his hand to his chest. He lightly tapped right over his heart. Sarah initially didn’t understand the meaning of the gesture, but soon realized he was referring to her heartbeat.
She brushed it aside, “Oh...” You probably have a dozen different instruments of death concealed in your suit. “That’s nothing, I’m just jumpy, I guess.”
She hummed, looking for a way to grow her confidence and gain control of the situation.
“Plus, you kind of came out of nowhere. In my house.”
He was still, unsure of how his sudden appearance would pan out. He almost wanted to hit himself for not thinking it through.
“How did you even get in here? I know everything was locked.”
He shrugged, almost imperceptibly, before offering his hand. She passed him the notebook and pen.
Trade secret. If I told you, I’d have to kill you :)
Her heart almost stopped cold before she regained composure. If it weren’t for the smiley face he’d added towards the end, she might have died right then and there. And she laughed, she actually laughed. Maybe it was the tension, or the insane fact that Black Noir was in her home, attempting to crack a joke.
“I guess I don’t really need to know,” she surmised with a small smile.
He nodded before adding more to the page.
Your day?
“How was my day?
He nodded, captivated by the fluid movements her hands naturally made as she spoke. He’d noticed it immediately the first night he’d seen her at the gala. Over the next week of watching her, he’d quickly filed it as one of her mannerisms.
“I can’t complain. Honestly, I don’t really like that job, it’s more something to keep the bills payed until I get the position I want.”
He wrote, PhD student. Applied Physiology
“That’s correct,” she confirmed. “Why am I not surprised you know that?”
I know some things. Not everything.
He wanted to apologize for making her uncomfortable but ultimately found it too difficult to actually write down. He wasn’t accustomed to apologizing; he’d never actually needed to. Not out loud, or on paper.
She accepted the quiet confession. “That’s okay. I’m not all that interesting, and there’s nothing to hide.”
They both knew it was a lie, but Black Noir understood her need to protect herself. She’d share the truth with him once he’d won her trust.
“How was your day?”
He straightened and thought of how to approach this question. Thinking on his toes, he went with the easiest, most believable story.
Meetings, promotional event. He added for emphasis. Boring. I slept.
There was no way he could tell her he’d spent most of the day fantasizing her ex-boyfriend’s murder, only to have it executed a few hours ago.
She laughed lightly, “Who knew, I thought you’d be off on some top-secret mission.”
Her hopes were crushed when he answered with a simple shake of the head. She hummed. He leaned against the wall, ever observant of the woman facing him.
“Oh, you can sit. Here let me—”
She got up to pull a chair out for him, but he stopped her with a raised hand. He crossed over to her side of the table and angled the chair she’d been previously occupying before abruptly standing and knocking it out of the way. She slowly sat and let him push her in. He calmly took a seat in front of her.
“Thank you”
I have manners :)
She nodded, “Yes, you do.”
She squirmed under his stare, under the black mask she was starting to grow accustomed to.
Sarah broke the silence, “I wanted to thank you for the other day. I could’ve handled it, but I’m glad you intervened.”
He watched her and she continued, “It was a bad relationship, and seeing him really threw me off balance. Then you showed up, and I was just…,” she trailed off.
He reached out and briefly touched her hand before sharply retrieving it. It was what he’d seen other people do in society, or in the movies he watched in the privacy of his living quarters. As he understood, it was meant as a way to show affection and give comfort. But were they at a stage where he could do that? He honestly didn’t know.
He jotted down a line, I understand
“And thank you for the gifts, I mean, the flowers and the earrings—they’re all so beautiful but you really don’t have to go through all that trouble.”
I want to
She smiled reading the words. She leaned back in her chair and took him all in. Who was this man? The Black Noir she’d gathered intel on for Mallory was nothing like the man sitting in front of her. Well, maybe that was extreme, she had seen proof of his deadly work. And yet, she was not seeing the ferocious, sinister monster she’d come to imagine over the years.
He was a more complex sort of enigma, one that was maybe as complicated as her own. While she needed to maintain her guard around him, she found herself slightly relaxing in his presence. There were multiple layers to this man, and maybe she could appeal to the human, well-mannered side of him.
.
They spent the rest of the next hour exchanging questions. They mostly revolved around their likes and dislikes, jumping from books to foods, and finally to movies. She quickly realized he was well cultured on cinema, especially war and action movies which he clearly enjoyed.
“Hmm, how about Tears of the Sun?”
He nodded. A favorite.
“Black Hawk Down?”
The large man nodded with enthusiasm.
“What about Saving Private Ryan.”
He snorted. Don’t insult me
“What’s your favorite movie ever? Like the perfect mix of action, shooting and humor.”
He thought for a few seconds before deciding. Die Hard
When he pushed the notebook towards her for her to read, he emphasized his point by tapping on it and sitting back, arms crossed.
“Well, I like what I see. Yippee kay ye, am I right?” she said with mirth. “Yeah, I think that’s Bruce Willis’s best movie.”
He was glad she liked it as well. Early that morning, he’d made a rapid search on the Internet before having to attend meetings. He searched, “How do you know your first date is going well.” He wasn’t quite sure if it was an official date, but in his mind, it was as close to it as it could get. His search gave a wide range of answers. After reading through a bunch of them, he gathered that for it to go well they needed to click. There had to be a spark, whatever that meant.
More precisely, there had to be common topics, common likes and dislikes. The conversation should come easy, and awkward silences should be avoided at all costs because, while they might not disturb him, they may be uncomfortable for her. And while they’d gotten off to a rough start, things were now going quite smoothly.
Sarah thought long and hard, “What about Pearl Harbor? It isn’t as action-packed but it’s still a really good historical war movie.”
No
She nodded, and shyly added, “Well, if you’d like to, you could come over and watch it. Actually, we could watch Die Hard one time, and Pearl Harbor another.”
He watched her, the way she was so self-conscious. Sarah constantly touched her cheeks, her curly hair, her neck. If only she could see herself the way he saw her.
He wrote. I would like that
Checking her watch, she barely contained a yawn.
“I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s just late for me,” she assured.
I’ll go
“No, it’s okay, really.”
He shook his head. I don’t need sleep. You do
I’ll be back for those movies
Sarah smiled, “All right.”
Black Noir rose to his full height and she watched him with a twinge of fascination. Who even was this man?
When can I see you
“Well, tomorrow night I’m going out with my friend, but we can definitely schedule Die Hard for the night after. Eight pm?”
I’ll be here.
She walked him to the door and leaned against the wood. The doorway seemed smaller as he walked through. He clicked the switch turning her porch lights out and quickly jotted a few lines down.
Turn them on when I leave. Safer
She nodded with a small smile. How could someone as dangerous as him be so concerned with her well-being, she didn’t know, but she found herself liking it regardless.
He quickly scribbled something down before shutting the notebook and handing it back over.
Facing her, he raised a hand as if he were about to wave. His hand twisted into a thumbs up before he took his leave. Walking away, he crossed under a single streetlight before disappearing into an alley.
She stayed there for a few more seconds, just peering into the darkness. Heeding his advice, she shut the door and switched the porch lights back on. Retreating further into her home, she flipped through the pages looking for his last note. It was a small smiley face he’d doodled on the edge of the page.
She steeled herself against feeling anything but contempt. She reminded herself of the danger he could pose to her. But as much as she wanted to suppress it, she couldn’t help the small smile on her face as she fell asleep.
Giulia
PART 7
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The Reality - Negan and Lucille
Hey guys, here’s a little Halloween fic of Negan and Lucille. I started it like two years ago and never felt motivated to finish it. So I finally sat down today on Halloween and wrote the end of it, and while I’m not really happy with it... whatever. Here it is anyway! I think it’s kind of bittersweet, but that’s just me.
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The Reality
Gourds were on porches, leaves on the ground, and the stores were filled with pumpkin-flavored everything. The crisp air was a slap to the lungs, in a good way.
I'd always loved Fall, and I'd always looked forward to Halloween. That night when reality wavered on the edge. When you could be dark or light, the opposite of yourself – when you could be anything for just a few hours.
I hadn't been a fan of the days passing by lately. Dread sat like a tumor in my stomach.
The reality was... that reality fucking sucked.
I watched my breath puff out white as I came home on Thursday. Maybe it wouldn't fucking rain this Halloween. We might get snow instead.
After dinner, I polished off a few apple cider donuts, then settled on the couch to watch TV with Lucille. She was quiet and sleepy-eyed as the clock ticked towards my bedtime. The holiday was days away, falling right splat on a Saturday.
“Tony said he found some fuckin' booze flavored like Candy Corn. I hope that's not all he's gonna have, because that's gross as fuck.” I yawned. “What do you think I should dress as? Fuck, I shouldn't have waited until the last minute.”
We always attended Tony Synder's party down the block. I wasn't really crazy about the guy, but I'm not gonna pass up free food or secretly laughing at the neighbor's costumes. (I always looked fucking amazing.) I liked to switch up my style, but Lucille usually dressed as a witch. And not some sloppy, warty green hag...but a hot fucking witch. Her slim figure in a black corset, her tits pushed up, her cascade of black curls falling over one eye. In years past, we'd come home from that party partly drunk and ripping each other's costumes off as we stumbled through the door. God damn. I was almost getting hard thinking of it.
Almost. The past few years, Lucille had me at arm's reach and I couldn't blame her. I was shit, I was an unfaithful piece of shit, but she-
That shit didn't matter anymore.
“He-Man,” she said with a chuckle. “I want to see you rocking that little leather harness.”
“Goddamn, that's right on the edge of indecent exposure. Isn't he practically naked?”
“Why do you think I suggested it?”
“I would make a hot blond.” I slid closer to her, and she nestled against my side. “You gonna be my Bewitching Beauty as always?”
She was quiet for so long I thought she'd fallen asleep.
“...think I'm gonna sit this one out.”
“But why?”
“I don't know. Just not up to it, I guess. But you go, have fun. Maybe you'll find a hot date.”
I swallowed hard. After everything....I couldn't laugh at those types of jokes.
“...Stop that shit. You're the only hot date I want. I don't wanna go alone. We don't have to stay long.”
“Look, Negan, they won't want me there.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Tony adores you, which is why I ain't his biggest fan, cause I know he's always wanted to stick his dick in you-”
She let out a laugh that was more of a scoff. “Doubt he feels that way now. Nobody wants a dying woman at their party, making things awkward.”
I felt like I'd been punched in the goddamn balls. My stomach went to my throat and I roiled with sudden nausea. Eyes burning with acid. I fought it, I fought it motherfuckin' hard . My jaw clenched like I was in rigor mortis, my body shuddering.
“Don't...don't say fucking shit like that.”
She nudged my ribs. “God, calm down, Negan. What about this, huh? I don't have any hair.”
“It's Hallo-fucking-ween. Everyone is wearing a motherfuckin' wig right now. You'll fit right in.”
She leaned her head on my arm. “I'm tired. I'll think about it. Ok?”
That meant no. But it wasn't official yet, so I was gonna stop at the party store and buy that fucking He-Man getup and the best witch wig I could find. She'd change her mind right quick once she saw me in that loincloth.
As she went to bed, I stared out the window at the orange light of our Jack-o-lantern. The nausea had settled back into my bones. A constant undercurrent, moving through my veins like poisoned blood.
Too many tricks, life. Not enough treats.
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Friday night. I stopped at the party store. The cashier rung up my purchases, then looked me over with a twinkle in her eye. I refused to be flattered – ok, I was kind of fucking flattered. The wig for Lucille was the most expensive they had. If you squinted, it looked nearly like her natural spill of curls.
At home, I put my hand on the package, and felt a rush of fucking darkness come over me. I had to fucking sit there, like so many nights, fighting the thoughts that stung like needles. If I let them keep stinging, the tears would come – the fucking breakdown would follow.
So I fought it. I shut it down. I fucking locked it up, because Lucille doesn't like it when I fall apart – and why should she? I'm the man. I'm supposed to be her rock. She hates it when I cry. I hate it when I cry.
So I fucking smiled when I walked in the door. I smelled Chinese food. Lucille was already piling mine onto a plate – the sweet n' sour chicken I love. All she ordered was a tub of Wonton soup. I frowned, but said nothing. At least she's eating.
She looked at the bag in my hand, and she too, said nothing. “Dinner's ready. And I rented some Halloween movies.”
We ate and watched Child's Play and Micheal Myers and a leprechaun who makes bad jokes. I didn't mention the costume or the party, but I knew I'd be going alone. I spend the last movie wondering how I'll excuse my wife's absence, and how the fuck I'm gonna endure the pity in their eyes. It fucking pissed me off. That they're putting her in the ground already. That she's putting herself there.
“Honey,” she rubbed my tense arm. “You ok?”
“Yeah, babe. Just...indigestion.”
And damn this woman, she got up to make me a cup of peppermint tea. I sat there numb, wondering what the fuck I'm going to do without her.
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“By the POWER OF GRAYSCALE, behold my glorious sword! ...and by sword, I mean dick.” I adjusted He-Man's fake-fur loincloth. Played with it, flipped it around. I wore some black boxers under it, but I was still worried about...slippage. I looked so fucking ridiculous.
I slid on the blond bob wig, examining the hot mess in the mirror. “Haha, oh yeah! What a fine motherfucker. Jesus H Christ. I am a glutton for punishment. Ok, babe. I'm decent! Come check me out before I head over there!”
“It's Grayskull, not Grayscale. Get it right, Negan.”
The bedroom door swung open and my mouth dropped. My Lucille stood there, the black wig cascading over her shoulders. Her body, slimmer than ever, hugged by a slinky black dress and purple corset. Glitter dusted her chest and cheeks.
“Goddamn, woman.”
“I couldn't miss out on that Candy Corn booze.”
I smiled, but we both knew she wouldn't be drinking that. She'd be spending the night over the toilet. I had to banish that thought fuckin' quick. She already spends too many nights over the toilet.
“I'll taste test it for you first. Let you know exactly how fucking disgusting it is.”
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We headed down the block, passing early Trick-or-Treaters. The rain had come after all, but merely presented as a pathetic drizzle. The mist in the air diffused the street lamps into yellow balls of light. I wish I'd brought my coat to drape over Lucille's bare shoulders. Spooky music played from our elderly neighbor's house and he waved at us. Lucille waved back.
Tony's yard had become a graveyard of cardboard tombstones and dry ice. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucy shiver.
“Want me to go back and grab a coat?”
“Don't be dumb. We're almost there.”
On the porch, Tony's tween kid sat in a lawn chair with a bowl of candy. No costume, how quaintly rebellious. She looked bored as fuck until we rolled up, and then she snickered openly. Dear fucking God. I hoped my loincloth was in place. My nipples were like fucking pebbles on either side of the plastic harness. I quickly banged on the door.
Tony opened it. “Negan! And Lucille! Very nice, very nice. Love the costume, although I'd never call you a witch. Or anything rhyming with it.”
We did an obligatory laugh. The tween rolled her eyes.
“You look cold, Negan. Better step inside. I got the lager ready to go.” Tony had the same damn smirk as his kid.
“Why did you pick this costume for me again?” I muttered. We passed through the entryway strung with a beaded curtain of bats and spiders. The living room was bathed in red light and Monster Mash blasted from the stereo. Tony's wife always went all-out with this shit. A skeleton sat in the armchair and fake cobwebs were every-fucking-where. I hoped the dry ice didn't affect Lucy's breathing.
Wifey Tanya came over, hugging Lucille and complimenting our costumes. I glanced down, wondering how they saw her. Did they know the shadowed eyes and gaunt cheeks weren't make-up? Did they notice the weight she'd lost?
I still saw beauty. The cut flower, vibrant and blooming –just don't think of the future, the withering-
Freeze that shit in time. I closed my ears to nothing but the soundtrack of screams and creaking doors, back-lit with the wailing of ghosts. Party guest voices blabbered over it all. We melted into the past. It was another party like the parties of years before. Slightly pathetic in that 'thirty-something's hanging out' kind of way. Laughing too loud. Secretly sizing each other up.
At least the lime green jello shots were good.
So yeah, it was just another lame party, and because of that, it wasn't. Because for a while...we were normal. Lucille laughed. I saw her smiling. Within her costume, she wasn't the Sick One. She was the mischievous witch, mingling with devils and cowboys and kitty cats.
Mrs Tillerman from school was there. She drank too much of that nasty Candy Corn atrocity. I caught her checking me out and I felt – for maybe the first time ever – ashamed. Other women looked at me too, making slightly-tipsy comments in my direction. I was glad Lucille was across the room, no doubt bored out of her mind listening to Ms Crouch talk about her fucking kids. And by kids, I mean her cats.
“Mmm, hello, He-Man. Nice sword. Remember that time after school?” Mrs Tillerman, winking and nudging.
“Sorry, He-Man has no fucking recollection of that.”
She'd sucked my dick once. Just once. That was really enough for me. I think I'd only allowed it because I could. Now, I saw what a fucking piece of trash I was. Hopefully, when she sobered up, she would too.
“You don't?” She took another swig from her solo cup and let out a burp. I quickly turned her in the direction of the bathroom. Just in time, because Lucille was drifting my way.
“Motherfuckin' crowd is getting drunk. There's probably going to be barf in the apple-bobbin' water. As if bobbing for apples isn't fucking gross enough.” I had to yell as The Addam's Family theme blasted from the speakers.
“Yeah.” She looked pale under the glitter.
“You had enough?”
I knew she had. We'd done it, we'd made our appearance, we'd given proof of life. I squeezed her hand, then found our host. I was tired, had papers to grade, been a great party...you know the bullshit, Tony.
-
We walked home silently. I wanted to ask how she was feeling. It was a lump in my throat. She'd probably just be annoyed. Say I was worrying too much. Say she was fine.
The warm glow of our porch washed over us. It sparkled the glitter on her cheeks, flushed pink from the cold. I wanted badly to kiss her. Instead, I fumbled in my He-Man boot for the house key.
Kids screamed and laughed on the street, swinging their bags of candy. It was just another Halloween in a long line of them, stretching out into our future. Maybe ten years from now, our kid would join the others.
Tomorrow, I wouldn't think like this. But tonight – fucking dammit, I was going to pretend we had years ahead of us.
I got the door open, got us in, shut it against the chill.
“Fuck. Don't know if that was worth going to. You have fun?”
The orange glow filtered in through the glass panel of our front door. Moonlight through the windows, silvering the interior. Everything was dark, but sharply edged with white. Lucille turned to face me. She discarded her witch's hat, the wig – no...her hair, looking real and soft and luscious, spilling onto her shoulders. She slowly drew one hand up my naked stomach and my skin shivered under the touch.
“He-Man,” she rasped. “I've put you under my spell.”
“Lucille...?”
“It's Lucianna. Maiden of the Night. And I've cast my spell upon you.”
I imagined she'd gotten that crap from those dumb novels she liked to read. The ones with guys who wished they were as hot as me on the cover. “Oh yeah? What spell is that?”
Her hand drifted under my loincloth. I let out a breath. Shit. I hadn't felt her touch me there for weeks.
“The spell of Lust. I'm irresistible to you.”
She didn't need a spell for that.
She rose to her tiptoes, her cold arms against my chest. “...Negan. Make love to me. “
“...but...Lucille...”
It's too strenuous for you. You'll be tired. I'm afraid I'll hurt you -
She didn't look tired. Her eyes were dark and wide, her skin sparkling. The chilled hands sliding under the plastic harness were strong and sure. Her lips hungrily pressed to my chin. “...Don't resist me, He-Man. Give me this night – a Halloween like we used to have.”
I fucking melted like the half-frozen rain under the burning Halloween moon. What could I do?
“By the power of Grayscale, I pull forth my sword, Lucianna!”
“That's Grayskull, He-man!” She laughed as I backed her to the couch, my hands fumbling at her corset. “Ooh, that's such a big sword you have. You sure you can lift that thing up?”
“Witch, I'm gonna impale you so fuckin' deep with my hard steel. You just fuckin' wait.”
“Oh, I'm waiting, but you still have your clothes on.”
Heh. Good thing He-Man was half-fucking-naked already. The witch was helpless to my brute strength as I lifted her and carried her into the bedroom.
-
To be honest, there wasn't anything rough or hard about it. Even on devil's night, I had to maintain some sense of restraint. My hands gently stroked ribs under frail skin, planted kisses onto delicate shoulders and licked along a ridge of collarbone. Lucianna, my withering flower, her beauty stretched across bones.
Her hands, digging hard into my shoulders, her legs, wrapping me like squeezing pythons – well, they felt anything but weak.
After, we lay breathing and nestled together. The light outside came and went, broken up by drifting clouds. Lucille's sharpened features were softened. Her wig was still on and still looked real as fuck – money well spent. Her eyes, half-lidded, were tired, but tired in a good fucking way.
“Not a bad fucking Halloween, huh, Lucy?”
“Pretty damn good fucking Halloween,” she whispered.
She closed her eyes, and I watched her, drowsing there in the dark. Her spell was slowly melting away; her magic could only veil the truth so long.
But for a few hours, reality shifted and wavered on the edge. She was alive, she was here, and we would spend our nights beside each other, just like this.
For just the brief span of our last Halloween night, I could have it. It was my reality.
And the reality was... that reality was fucking great.
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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester
Chapter 5 - Movies and Masks
pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc
word count - 5,236
warnings - language, thigh riding, Dean is so sweet your teeth will hurt
additional notes at the end
(previous)
On Saturday, Alice was excited to get breakfast with Christine. Even though she knew Christine would tease her endlessly about her date, she also knew she'd give her so much support. Christine was very vocal about how much she hated Greg, so she had been ready for Alice to jump back on the dating horse ever since she pulled back into Lawrence. She knew Christine would be over the moon that Dean was as amazing as he was.
Alice beat Christine to the cafe, but as soon as Christine walked in, she all but ran to the booth. She slid in and waved the waitress over. "Hey AJ," she said. "We'll have our usual." AJ laughed at Christine's assertiveness before nodding and leaving the pair. Christine put her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. "Tell me all about him."
And she did.
Alice raved about the flowers, the dinner, and the drinks they had after. She decided not to spare any details, sharing how respectful Dean was when she didn't want to go any farther but also how badly she wanted to keep kissing him forever. "Wow," Christine breathed out, smiling dreamily. "He sounds perfect. What does he look like?"
"Mm," she hummed. "Tall, but not too tall. Muscular, but not too muscular. Sharp jaw. Gorgeous eyes. The perfect amount of stubble on his face."
"How old is he?" Christine asked.
Ah yes. The question she was dreading the most.
"He's a little older," she said, sipping her coffee.
"How much older is a little?" Christine asked. She was on the verge of smirking, able to see right through her friend. Alice didn't say anything, just kept her mouth on her coffee mug. "Alice," Christine pressed. "How old is this guy?"
Alice sighed. "41. I think."
"41!" Christine repeated. "Alice, you're 22."
"I know how old I am," she said. "It's not like he's a grandpa or anything." Christine laughed. "What?" Alice said. "I like him. He's nice, and he's hot! And he's mature, and he has a real, adult job, and, and he respects me." She shrugged. "Plus -I don't know- he takes care of me. We're not even together-together, but it's like I already know he'd protect me if I needed it. Not that I would, but-"
"Dude," Christine said before sipping her own coffee. She put her mug down, leaned back in her chair, and folded her arms across her chest. "You have a daddy kink."
"What?" Alice almost hissed, getting closer to Christine as if to tell her to quiet her voice. "I do not!"
"You so do," Christine laughed, sitting up in her chair again and putting her elbows on the table. "You love this age difference. You want him to take care of you, and-" She laughed again. "God! You're his little sub already. I'm so ready for this guy to pop your cherry."
"Why are we friends?" Alice asked, rolling her eyes and drinking her coffee again to hide her blush.
"You'll tell me all about it, right?" Christine asked. "Like how big he is? And how much of a dom he is? And-"
"I'm not gonna tell you about it because today is the last time I'm ever going to hang out with you."
"Shut up," Christine said with a grin. "You love me." Alice rolled her eyes and took a bite of her eggs. "And he was nice when you told him you were a virgin?"
She nodded. "Yeah. He felt bad for asking. Said it wasn't his business." The corners of Christine's mouth turned slightly as she nodded with a quick shrug.
"He's not wrong," she said.
"I don't even know why I said anything," Alice said. "It just came out. I was so flustered."
"Well, you've had a weird week," Christine said. "I'm surprised you're handling it all as well as you are."
Alice shrugged. "You know me. I've been through worse."
-
Dean walked into Sam's house with a smile on his face. Hannah had an event through work that evening, so they pushed family dinner to Sunday. Still, Dean thought he'd stop by and visit his brother. "Anybody home?" he asked.
"Living room!" Sam called. Dean walked through the house and plopped on the couch beside his brother.
"Where're Jess and Lex?" he asked.
"Shopping I think," Sam said. "Told me it's a girls' day. I'm not allowed to know." Dean laughed, and Sam looked away from the TV and at Dean with furrowed eyebrows. "What's got you so happy?" Before Dean could even answer, Sam's eyes grew wide in realization. "Your date with Alice," he said. "You're telling me that's got you like this?"
"It might be," Dean said with a shrug, trying to appear casual. Sam shoved Dean and turned his body to face him.
"I never thought you'd actually tap my daughter's teacher," he said with a laugh.
Dean shook his head. "I didn't hook up with her." Sam looked confused. "No, we went out for dinner and had some drinks back at her house."
"And you didn't sleep with her?" Sam asked.
Dean scoffed. "Is that all you think I do?"
"Pretty much, yeah," Sam said. "I thought you weren't one for the dating game."
"I went on the date for Lexi," Dean said sarcastically.
Sam rolled his eyes. "So you didn't even try to sleep with her?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that," Dean said, folding his arms across his chest. "I started to, you know-" Sam nodded and waved his hand so that Dean wouldn't explain any further. "She freaked out. Told me she's a virgin."
"A virgin?" Sam repeated. Dean nodded. "I thought you only liked experienced girls."
"God, shut up," Dean said with a roll of his eyes.
"You think you'll see her again?" Sam asked. Dean licked his lips with a small nod.
"I'd like to," he said. Sam was quiet for a moment. Dean could tell he was thinking something but holding back. "Spit it out," Dean said. Sam looked at his brother, then sighed.
"What's your endgame here?" Sam asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.
"This can't just be one of your games," Sam said. "She's so young, man. She's got a whole life ahead of her. And whatever happens is gonna affect all of us. So what're you gonna do? Take her on a few dates? Show her what a good time is? Break her heart in the end?"
"Jesus Christ, Sam," Dean said. "You really think that little of me?" Sam shrugged. "Frankly, what I choose to do with her is none of your business," Dean said.
"Whatever man," Sam said, holding his hands up defensively. "Just thought I'd put the thought in your head."
It wasn't that Dean hadn't already been thinking all of that. He didn't know what his endgame was, but what people did? Did everyone go into meeting a person planning out their whole future? So he took her on a date. So he wanted to see her again. Maybe they wouldn't be forever, but what was wrong with living now? He didn't want to play a game of chase that just ended in him fucking her. Not anymore. Like he'd always said, if he wanted his dick sucked or a girl to fuck, he had numbers on speed dial. Hell, Amara, Jo, Bela, and Anna were practically on standby. He liked Alice. This was more than just adding a girl to his black book.
What that more was, he just wasn't sure yet.
The day wore on uneventfully. When the sun set, Dean was alone in his penthouse, sitting in bed and watching TV. He had this weird desire to text Alice, like his phone was burning a hole in his pocket. Was it too early to text her? He had only seen her yesterday. Should he step back?
He felt like a teenage boy. This was stupid.
Alice jumped when her phone buzzed on the bed beside her. She picked it up and held back a wide smile.
Dean: What are you up to?
She bit her lip and swiped to respond: Just in bed watching a movie
He texted back just as fast: What movie?
Her thumbs hovered over the screen. She could lie and say something cool, like an action flick or even a horror. Instead, she said, You're gonna laugh at me
Dean: Swear I won't
She smiled and decided to tell the truth: Tangled
Again, Dean was quick to respond: The Disney movie?
She pouted and wrote, You swore you wouldn't laugh
Dean: I'm not laughing!
Alice: It's a good movie
Dean: I'm glad you're enjoying yourself
This made her smile. I am, she wrote back. The only thing that could make it better is ice cream
Dean: Yeah? What's your favorite?
She laughed. Hmmm. That's a heavy question, Dean
Dean: Is it?
Alice: Yes. Yes it is. It varies from day to day. Right now I think it's Ben and Jerry's Cinnamon Buns. Sometimes it's Milk and Cookies
Dean: Hm. I've never had that
She furrowed her eyebrows. Those flavors or Ben and Jerry's? She grinned, then added, Or ice cream in general?
She could imagine Dean rolling his eyes. Ha ha, he sent back, sarcasm evident in the text. Ben and Jerry's
Her jaw almost dropped. What? That's crazy! It's the superior ice cream brand
Dean: Okay okay! I'll have to give it a try
She held down the text so she could react with a heart, then locked her phone and put it back down, resuming play on Tangled. After a few minutes went by, she got bored. She decided to grab a facemask from her bathroom and put it on and maybe do her nails. It had been a while since she had a nice, relaxing night. She picked one of her favorite clay masks and applied it, then picked a baby pink shade for her nails. When she pressed play on the movie again, Rapunzel was leaving her tower for the first time with Flynn. By the time they got to the Snuggly Duckling, her apartment's buzzer went off. She furrowed her eyebrows, paused her movie, and walked over to the intercom, trying not to touch anything with her wet nails. "Hello?" she said, pressing the speaker button.
"Hey, sweetheart. It's Dean. I come bearing gifts. Can I come up?"
Crap, she thought to herself as she remembered she still had her mask on. It hadn't dried yet, but there was no way she'd let Dean see her that way. She'd have to rinse the mask off before he got upstairs. "Yeah!" she said through the intercom. "Come on up!"
She buzzed him in and ran as quickly as she could to the bathroom. The mask was mint green, and she was bummed that she didn't get to have it long enough to do its job refreshing her skin. But there was no time to dwell. She washed the mask off -messing up her nails in the process- and patted her skin dry just as she heard the knock at her door. She ran over and whipped the door open. "Hi!" she said with a smile.
"Hey," Dean said. "I brought you something." She cocked her head to the side, and he lifted the grocery bag he was carrying. She was able to see through the plastic, and she smiled widely.
"Ice cream?" she said. He nodded, and she let him inside and closed the door behind him. He went into the kitchen and pulled out one pint of Cinnamon Buns and one pint of Milk and Cookies. "You didn't have to do that," she said, though she was so glad he did.
"I know," Dean said, placing a kiss on her forehead. When he pulled away, she noticed his eyebrows had furrowed.
"What?" she said. A smirk grew on Dean's face as he reached up and wiped his thumb on her forehead. He showed her his thumb which had a little smudge of green on it. "Crap," she muttered, putting her hand on her forehead.
Served her right for acting too hastily.
Dean laughed and put the ice cream in the fridge, then followed her into the bathroom where she went to wipe her face off again.
"What is it?" Dean asked her, leaning up against the doorframe as he watched her.
"I was doing a facemask," she said with a slight pout.
"Well why didn't you leave it on?" he asked.
"I looked weird!" she said. "My face was green like a martian."
"Your facemasks are green?" he asked.
"One of my facemasks is green," she said. "I have black ones and orange ones and clear ones and purple ones." Dean raised his eyebrows, and she just laughed and opened one of the drawers so she could lay out all of her facemasks. Dean whistled lowly before chuckling.
"What's the point of all these?" he asked.
"They do different things," she said. "Some of them are supposed to help your blackheads, and some are supposed to refresh you or make you feel cleaner. I think they're just fun." She looked up at him and bit her lower lip.
"What's that look for?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"You could do a facemask with me," she said, putting her hands behind her back.
Dean laughed. "Yeah. No way."
"Please?" she whined. "I think you'll like it. It'll make you feel so relaxed."
No. He would stand his ground. He wasn't going to let her-
"Please?" she said again. And then she had the audacity to flutter her eyelashes, and Dean jutted his jaw out and sighed.
"You're lucky you're cute," he said. Her smile broke across her face and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
And no. He did not blush.
"Alright," he said, clearing his throat. "Which one are you giving me?"
She picked out a clear sheet mask for him and decided to grab one for herself too since she wasn't able to let the clay one do its job. She opened the package and pursed her lips at Dean. "You're too tall," she said. "I can't put it on you when you're, like, half a foot taller than me." Dean grinned then licked his lips and moved to his knees in front of her. He was eye level with her stomach, and she couldn't help the way she shivered.
"Is this alright, sweetheart?" Dean asked, lightly squeezing her hips. She giggled nervously and jumped out of his touch.
"Mhm," she hummed. "That's better."
She forced herself to focus as she unfolded the mask and laid it on his face, making sure the eye holes and mouth hole were where they needed to be. She tried not to burst out laughing. She was sure the last thing this tough, rugged, 40-year-old man ever expected he would be doing on his knees in front of a girl was applying a face mask. "Are you laughing at me?" he asked, attempting a serious expression under the mask. She bit her lip and shook her head no. Dean stood up from the ground and took a step towards her. Her back immediately hit the wall. "Nowhere to run," he said. She licked her lips and put her hand on his chest.
"Well," she said, "you can't kiss me with the mask on. And that stays on for twenty minutes." Dean scoffed, and she gently pushed him away so she could sneak past him and put her own facemask on. Dean stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. They were standing in front of the mirror, and she couldn't help but grab her phone from the waistband of her sleep shorts. She opened up Snapchat and put one hand under her chin, snapping a picture of her and Dean. He laughed as she put a filter over it that said my face at 9:56 PM. She saved the picture and posted it to her story before she and Dean moved away from the mirror and went to sit on her bed in front of the TV.
"I'll grab the ice cream," Dean said.
"Spoons are in the drawer to the left of the sink," she told him. Dean came back with the two ice cream pints and spoons, handing her one of each. She looked and saw that he handed her Cinnamon Buns. She opened it at the same time that Dean opened his. She put the ice cream on the side table and got her phone out again.
"What're you doing?" Dean asked as he started to dig his spoon into the ice cream.
"I have to film this," she said. "This is a historic moment."
"It's ice cream."
"It's Ben and Jerry's!" she said back. "It's scientifically better than any other ice cream."
"Oh really?" Dean said patronizingly, cocking his head to the side.
"Yes," she said with a firm nod. "Ben-" Dean raised his eyebrows. "-co-creator of Ben and Jerry's," she clarified, "can't smell. And smell affects taste, so they put bigger chunks in it so he can at least feel their texture since he can't taste them."
Dean laughed. "Why do you know that?"
"Jeff Goldblum has a show on Disney+ and he talked about it on an episode," she said. Dean raised his eyebrows again and she rolled her eyes. "I like Jeff Goldblum and I like ice cream. Sue me. Now let me record your first bite."
"You know," Dean said, "as good as this might be, it's got nothing on, like, authentic gelato. You know that right?"
"Shut up and eat your ice cream."
Dean took his first bite of Milk and Cookies while she pointed her camera at him. He struggled to make sure his mask didn't slide off as he shoveled his spoon in his mouth. She looked at him expectantly, and Dean shrugged. "I've had better." Alice gasped and gave Dean a shove, still holding record on her phone. Dean laughed and pulled her onto his lap, and her finger slipped off the screen, promptly stopping the video. Her phone fell to the side as she straddled Dean's waist and played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. She wanted to kiss him, but she was not going to allow him to take the mask off. It would go against everything she had told him earlier. So, she adjusted herself on his lap and turned so she was facing the TV.
Dean held back a groan as she wiggled on his lap. He held her hips and watched as she picked up her phone, saved the video, and posted it to her story. She grabbed the ice cream she abandoned and took some of it with her spoon. They switched between ice cream flavors, sometimes feeding a spoonful to each other. After a while, they weren't hungry anymore, so Dean moved her off his lap and went to the kitchen to put the ice cream away before it started to melt.
It was time to take their masks off, so they went to the bathroom and took them off, throwing them in the trash. She rinsed her face off, patted it dry with a towel, and looked in the mirror to see Dean staring at her. "Why're you looking at me like that?" she asked, adjusting her shirt a bit.
"Sorry," Dean said, forcing his eyes to focus on hers again. "Just looking at your pajamas. They're different than the ones you wore when I was last here."
She chuckled. "Well yeah," she said. "I have lots of pajamas. Don't you?" Dean smirked and ruffled his hand through his hair.
"Well, I usually sleep in my boxers," he said. "So I guess I have a lot of pajamas, too." He could tell his words made her flustered by the way she blushed and looked away.
"Pajama sets are like a weakness for me," she admitted, quickly shifting the subject. "I buy them way too much."
Dean hummed in understanding, pulled his own mask off and rinsed his face, then dried it off before looking at her with a smile. "How do I look?" he asked.
"Refreshed," she teased. "You're glowing."
Dean's smile widened, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. "So," he asked, his lips so close they were tickling hers, "do I get that kiss now?" She giggled and put her hands on his cheeks.
"Mm, that is what I said, isn't it?" she said. Dean scoffed and leaned down to press his lips to hers. She kissed him back, letting her thumbs brush across his smooth skin. Dean surprised her by lifting her up and sitting her on the bathroom counter. She hooked her ankles around his waist and slid her hands to the back of his head, holding him closer to her. His hands moved under the back of her shirt, resting his palms on the small of her back. His hands were rough, covered in calluses he must've accumulated over the years. She wondered how. Office work didn't usually result in beaten hands.
And why was she thinking about this right now?
When they parted, she let her forehead rest against his. He chuckled and pecked her lips once more before stepping back so she could jump off the counter. "Alright," he said, "I gotta know how that movie ends."
They ended up back in bed, Dean's arm wrapped around her, holding her close to him. She had her head rested on his collarbone, and he kept trailing his fingers up and down her arm. She absolutely hated how badly she wanted to kiss him. She could hardly control the urge she had to hop on his lap and suck his face like her life depended on it. She hadn't even realized she had been wiggling so much until Dean squeezed her hip. "Why're you so squirmy?" he teased. She looked up at him as he ran his tongue across his lower lip.
She took a deep breath and sat up, straddling his waist. His hands immediately landed on her hips, and the playful glint in his eyes had vanished. She kept her hands braced on his shoulders as she leaned forward and kissed him. She slid her tongue past his lips, and he moaned and moved one hand to the back of her head. She didn't notice the way her hips had begun grinding against his, but she did notice the moan that escaped Dean's lips. He pulled away from her and started kissing down her neck.
His hand that was resting on her waist slid up slowly, palming her breast over her shirt. She let out a shaky breath and rolled her hips against his again. "Sweetheart," Dean said, fighting back another moan. "Ah fuck, you're killing me."
"Sorry," she whispered, stilling her hips and resting her forehead on his shoulder. "I just, I wasn't thinking." She let out a surprised gasp that quickly turned into a moan when Dean pinched her nipple through her shirt. He knew what was going on. Exactly what was going on, and he was sure she knew it too. She was just too embarrassed to say it.
Dean started kissing her neck again. "It's okay," he muttered. He grabbed one of her thighs and moved it to rest in between his legs so she was straddling his thigh instead of his hips. She wasn't meeting his eyes, so he lifted her chin to make her look at him. Instead of saying anything, he pressed his lips to hers. He bit her lower lip, drawing out a soft whimper. He started kissing her neck and tugged at the hem of her shirt. "Can I take this off?" he whispered. Dean noticed her grip on his shoulders tightened. He moved his face from her neck so he could look at her again. "You remember what I said yesterday?" he asked. "I don't want you to be nervous around me, and I never want to make you uncomfortable. You can say no. You can always say no to me."
Alice swallowed nervously, and Dean stroked her cheek. His lips curved up in a small smile. "I can just see you're a little-" He hesitated with a chuckle. "-frustrated." The apples of her cheeks turned pink, and she hung her head again. He lifted her chin. "You can say no," he said. She took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her lips.
"Can you take yours off first?" she asked. She didn't want to be the only one without some clothes on, and even though she knew showing him her breasts was a lot different than him showing off his pecs, she didn't want to be alone. Luckily, Dean was sweet. He smiled and placed a chaste kiss to her lips.
"Course," he said. She pulled back from him so that he could grab the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head. He tossed it to the side and ruffled a hand through his hair. She put her hands on his chest and ran her fingers over a tattoo that was on his left pec. It was a star in a circle with some sort of black waves around the circumference.
"I like this," she whispered.
Dean chuckled. "Thanks. It's kind of a, uh, family crest." She nodded and still didn't meet his eyes.
Okay, she thought to herself. It's not a big deal.
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, immediately looking down rather than meeting his eyes. "Hey," Dean whispered, "look at me." She did. He pinched her chin and smiled. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart."
She never did this sort of thing. She was with Greg for almost two years, and it took her almost a year to feel comfortable without her shirt on in front of him, and that was as far as they ever got. She had known Dean for a week, and she was already submitting to what he said, melting under his words and soft touch.
She was already in deep.
Dean kissed her, cradling her head in his hand, before trailing his lips down her neck. She felt him suck and leave a mark on her skin before kissing it and moving down to her breasts. He noticed a scar on her upper left side. "What's this?" he muttered, letting his thumb brush across the mark. She flinched, and he stopped kissing her chest to look up at her.
"'S nothing," she said, shaking her head. "I'll tell you another time."
He nodded, respecting her boundaries, and moved his left hand to knead her breast, pinching her nipple as she let out a shaky breath. He kept doing that while bringing his lips down to her right nipple. The feeling made a shiver run up her back, and she instinctively put her hand on the back of his head. She could feel him smile as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, sucking it between his lips until it was hard. He switched actions then, putting his mouth on her left nipple and keeping his hand on her right.
Soon enough, she was grinding down on his thigh. Her movements were nervous and hesitant. Dean pulled his lips away from her chest and put his hands on her hips to start guiding her movements. He made sure she moved slowly but firmly, dragging her clit up and down his thigh. She could feel whimpers in her throat, and she was embarrassed by how much she liked what was happening. She rested her forehead on Dean's shoulder and continued moving her hips with his hands. "You look so pretty like this," Dean muttered, kissing her shoulder softly. "Does it feel good, sweetheart?"
"Mhm," she hummed. "Feels, feels so good." Her fingers that were gripping his shoulders started digging their nails into his skin as she let out a soft cry. She could feel something building inside her. She may never have orgasmed before, but she wasn't so naive that she didn't know what was happening.
"Dean," she breathed out. She buried her face in his neck, and her eyes were squeezed shut.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Cum on my thigh." Her breath caught in her throat as the coil inside her snapped. She whimpered his name, and her nails dug stripes across his shoulder. Dean praised her softly in her ear, and he helped her slow the movement of her hips to a stop.
She was breathing heavily, her body collapsed against him. Dean wrapped his arms around her and ran his fingers up and down her spine. "Good girl," he cooed. He kissed her cheek, and she let out a breathy laugh.
"Wow," she whispered. "I can honestly say I didn't expect this when you brought ice cream to my door."
He laughed. "Neither did I." He kept tracing her spine. "Was that okay?"
"Yeah," she said, her voice coming out barely more than a mere breath. She laughed lightly. "I think I'm gonna put on some other pajamas." He chuckled and kissed her cheek again.
"Not a bad idea," he said.
Alice got out of bed and walked over to her drawers to get out a new pair of pajamas. She excused herself to the bathroom, and as soon as the door was closed, Dean let out a heavy breath. His cock was throbbing in his shorts, and all he wanted was to take care of it. Instead, he forced himself to think of anything to get his mind off of it.
By the time she came back out of the bathroom, he had gotten his erection under control. He smiled at Alice. The look on her face was a mixture of post-orgasmic bliss and pure innocence. He had never seen a look like that on anyone's face before, and it was so cute on her. She walked over to the bed, seeming somewhat nervous. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to," she said, playing with the hem of her shirt. "But, you can if you do want to."
Part of her felt pathetic for saying it. How needy was that? Sure, a small part of her wanted him to stay. Okay, maybe a big part of her, but that was so clingy. She quickly shook her head. "Nevermind," she said. "You don't, I mean, like, you can stay, but I totally get that you probably don't-"
"Alice," Dean said with a chuckle. "Do you want me to stay?" She shrugged, her teeth worrying into her upper lip like they so often did. Dean shook his head with a grin and patted the bed next to him as he got under the covers. "You're on breakfast duty tomorrow," he said.
She tried not to show how eager she was as she skipped over to bed and got in beside him. She immediately cuddled up to his chest as he put his arm around her. He kissed the top of her head, and she hummed contently. "Goodnight, Dean," she whispered.
He smiled. "Goodnight."
He may not've known what his endgame was, but one thing was for sure.
He was already in deep.
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MAN OF HONOR (PART ONE)
Summary: You were dreading a certain wedding you were involved in, desperate to find a suitable date that could pass as your fake boyfriend. Luckily, Bucky Barnes had nothing better to do.
Notes: NSFW (18+), Swearing
For the fourth time, your head had met the counter. It didnt help that Tony used the most expensive granite he could find, well then it again it might help with the impact. You groaned out, the thought brimming once again you had to fly away tomorrow to your little sister’s wedding. It wasn’t only the fact she was younger than you, it was the fact she was most definitely making it known she is getting hitched off before you are - which makes you the exhibit of the wedding. You weren’t prepared for all of the comments of you being old, needing to get married - kids. The whole shabang. Now two days away, you had exhausted every possible option of a date - you were at your wits end. Sitting in your misery, you heard a soft laugh above you. Flickering your eyes upward, you saw your best friend clearly amused by the fact you could possibly be acting over dramatic.
“You know, it doesn’t help much - banging your head on the counter.” Wanda smirked, pouring you a small cup of coffee.
“You’re right, if its not a headboard its not worth it.” You coughed out, wiping away the small ache you had collected to your forehead.
“Just so you know, you haven’t asked…everyone.” Wanda smirked once again, bringing her coffee to sip.
You already began to shake your head, the thought that she planted was already being pushed out of your mind. There was no way in hell you were going to ask the only bachelor left in the Avengers compound.
“Are you insane?” You knitted your brow, “Mr. Grouch? there’s no way.”
“Oh come on, he’s not that bad.” Wanda defended, and she motioned to the workout facility.
“No. Wanda. I’m not. He’s a huge pain in the ass.” You rolled your eyes, hoping she would deter already from the topic, “Besides. He wouldn’t go anyways.”
You shuffled throughout the halls, nearing the workout area. As much as you fought it, it was your only hope to show up to the wedding with some dignity. You already could feel the confusion brimming in your mind, hearing a rather modern song begin to echo as you neared the door. Sure enough, it was a song you had heard just the other day - and you remembered writing it down. You always liked chainsmokers - and their newest hit was something you had been playing on repeat. Now it was ringing throughout the workout room. Your eyes had finally caught him, and you were genuinely surprised at how good he looked. You had only had a couple of interactions with him - obviously through Steve. You had heard stories of his past, he was the infamous Winter Soldier - but in honesty it didnt frighten you that much. He wasn’t that man anymore, now he was known as Steve Rogers best friend. You watched only for a lingering moment, taking in that he had clearly been working hard in here. His hair was pulled back, a few strands falling from his workout. He was covered in a sheen sweat, and you noticed yourself swallowing now. It was no secret he was fit, his frame was incredibly large - he could took take you out in mere seconds. Which is why you hesitated, but you needed to move forward.
“B-Bucky?” You choked out, and noticed the music was a little loud for him to hear you.
His hands met the punching bag, and you wanted to ignore it - but his low grunts from the blows was beginning to cause you to sweat.
“Bucky?” You nearly yelled out now, and finally he turned.
He was out of breath, and you noticed the front of his black shirt was slightly damp.
“Can I help you?” He huffed out, his expression clearly confused as to why you were talking to him.
“Uh- I was just, wondering-“ You stammered, your eyes flickering across his sweats hanging low to his waist.
“Wondering? What?” Bucky began to unwrap his flesh hand, and you noticed that they had grown slightly bloody from his harsh workout.
“Well I have this-“ You stammered even more, “I have a wedding this weekend. I know this sounds crazy, But I’ll do something for you in return if you could maybe, think about possibly-“
“Spit it out, Doll.” Bucky sighed, closing his eyes in slight annoyance.
“I have my little sisters wedding, and I need a date. My ex will be there, and I can’t go alone in front of my family.” You blurted it all out, and you realized you probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.
“Oh right. The one you asked Steve go to, and Sam…Let’s see who else” He cleary sounded annoyed now, and you knew how bad it sounded.
“Come on, Bucky-“ You choked out.
“No really, its flattering. Being your last choice. Is it because I’m Scary?” Bucky was now teasing, shaking his head as he walked away.
“Please.” You almost sounded begging, but you didnt care, “Please, Bucky.”
He stopped in his steps, and you had hoped that was a sign of him thinking about it.
“Fine.” He sighed out, “We’re leaving tomorrow?”
“Oh my god, thank you.” You couldn’t help your excitement, “Yes, yeah. we leave tomorrow.”
“I’m saying this now, just so we’re clear. I’m not your goddamn ken doll.” Bucky looked to you, his blue eyes nearly piercing to you.
“Yes. Of course.” You motioned, taking a deep breath, “Just, please. Be…nice?”
Bucky only glared to you, and you realized you could’ve gone without saying it.
“Oh I’ll be nice.” His eyes traveled you, “See you tomorrow.”
You released a sigh, as if you were holding your breath all this time.
Planes Suck. That was the only thought that was in your mind, but you managed to still look somewhat presentable. Already the two of you had conflict, Bucky explaining he was going to be late - which ended up him getting a flight an hour after yours. Which led you to this moment, waiting for him in the London airport. You took the time in the airport bathrooms, refreshing your waves - changing into your dress for the Brunch your Mother had planned for the wedding party. You went with the safe option, the peach and beige dress. It was classified as your lucky dress, whenever you wore it something wonderful happened - you were hoping today was the case. You sighed out, taking yet another glance to your watch - you only had 2 hours to get to the country house, and Bucky was still nowhere to be found. You pulled out your phone, ready to call him to see what the hell was taking so long. Your eyes flickered upwards in the right moment, and you were unsure of what to do with yourself. Without control, your mouth hung open - seeing Bucky finally walk towards you. You swallowed harshly, you had never seen him look so incredibly dapper. He wasn’t kidding, he wasn’t taking this lightly.
“Close your mouth, doll. Its just an outfit.” Bucky sighed, pulling your elbow up from the seat.
“Jesus, where the hell did you get that?” You finally choked out, your eyes still looking over the suit.
“Does it matter?” Bucky spoke softly, “It’s no tux.”
“Yeah but…shit. Thank you.” You blinked wildly, still feeling his hands guide you.
“You got it, Darlin’” Bucky had a teasing tone, already mocking you.
“Seriously, Be nice.” You already grew annoyed, knowing he was going to give you shit this whole trip.
You had to deal with it for two weeks.
You nearly cursed the car that it took you there in a hurry, and the sight of the country house made your skin now sweat. It had been 4 years since you had been here, your mother married to the man who had lived outside of London his whole life. You were the only one who decided to stay in America, which clearly made you some kind of an outcast. But now you were back in the house that most of your heartache resided in every visit. Most of all the man you used to love also lived near here, and you had found out he was a part of the wedding party. The thought of seeing him again, it made your heart nearly burst. He had caused you so much pain, yet he went on living his life as if nothing happened. Out of nervousness, you began to chew at the bottom of your lip - wondering if you could muster the courage to actually get out of the vehicle.
“Go before me.” Bucky sighed, and you watched him already remove himself from the car.
“Are you crazy? the whole point of you being here is to go in with me, at the same time.” You sighed out, following his actions.
Bucky smiled only for a moment, “I know what I’m doing, Doll. Get your ass in there.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing there was no point in arguing - if there was one thing you knew about Bucky was that he was stubborn, and didnt take the option of no very well. You straightened your dress, turning one last time to see him practically shooing you forward. Taking a deep breath, you moved across the lawn. You gripped at your coat, the near fall weather was causing goosebumps to prickle along your arms and legs. You knew you should’ve worn something else. Once your feet had hit inside of the home you knew, all eyes slowly turned to you.
“Oh, sweetie. Why didnt you wear the blue number I sent you?” Your mother shuffled to you, and quickly your little sister caught your eye.
“Teddybear!” Your little sister nearly squealed, and you shut your eyes to your nickname. It came because you carried the small stuffed bear your father gave you when you were little - needless to say they never let you live it down.
“Please dont call me that.” You grumbled out, feeling your mother already latch to you.
“Honey, I thought you were bringing a date-“ She sighed to your ear, and you knew it was coming.
“Did he stand you up?” Your little sister looked to you in mock sympathy, and you hated Bucky for staying at the car for whatever damn reason.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, you saw your ex now flicker his eyes to you - and he hadn’t changed in expression. You thought you couldn’t breathe to the sight of him, and now a woman closely to his side. Of course he had a date. You removed your coat, your mother raising her brow to the sight of the dress you were wearing. Part of you wore it to spite her. Your mother opened her mouth, and you knew she was about to say something about it - that was until you felt a pair of hands to your back. Giving you no time to process, you understood why Bucky stayed behind. Your eyes shot open, feeling his soft lips crash to you within seconds. Knowing it mustve looked odd, you relaxed to the touch - and for a brief moment you began to taste his lips. You nearly whimpered, feeling his hands grip to the small of your back - and then he pulled away. Standing dumbfounded, you had to wipe slightly at your lips - god you weren’t expecting him to taste that good.
“There you are, sweetheart.” Bucky took a breath, and you watched his blue eyes look to you in complete amusement, “I already missed you.”
You finally looked to your mother, her mouth still dropped to what she just witnessed.
“M-Mom. this is-“
“James Buchanan Barnes, Ma’am. Nice to meet you.” Bucky flashed a incredibly charming smile, taking her hand to kiss softly.
“Why hello.” Your mother turned slightly pink, laughing at the action.
“You were right, Doll.” Bucky looked to you, still grinning, “You do get your beauty from your Mother.”
You couldn’t believe it, but you heard your mother practically giggle.
“Hi, Hello.” You sister fumbled forward to Bucky’s gaze, and he mirrored his action - taking her hand to his lips.
“Now, You must be the little sister.” Bucky winked, and you saw your sister’s lips turn in a grin, “Here’s to the lucky chrome dome who gets to marry you.”
She giggled too, and you nearly laughed at the sight.
He was good.
“Sorry about that.” Bucky placed his hand to your back, pulling you to his side, “Just can’t keep my hands off her.”
“Well, thats quite alright.” Your mother nodded to you, clearly approving.
“Still in that honeymoon stage, If you know what I mean ma’am.” Bucky winked, and you nearly gasped to the feeling his hand now at your backside.
You took it all in, and you were nearly ecstatic to the sight of your ex trying to get a better look at the two of you.
You were definitely winning.
As your family walked away to return to the party, you noticed Bucky keeping his hands to you.
“Where did that come from?” You turned to him in astonishment.
“1940s, Darlin.” Bucky sighed, pulling you into the home finally.
You managed to make it through the hell of brunch, giving you and Bucky no time to come up with a story. Most of the meal it was quick thinking, and at some point the both of you began to lose your match in stories. You still couldn’t believe that he was here, doing this for you - even if he was technically the last one you asked. Still you appreciated the gesture, but the realization came that you didn’t know Bucky as well as the others. Now here you were, your mother had planted the two of you in the guest bedroom - together.
“So I’m thinking I’ll sleep on the floor.” You coughed out, seeing Bucky already plant his suitcase to the bed.
“What are you, five? Don’t be ridiculous. We can sleep in the same bed” Bucky sighed out, opening the suitcase to grab clothing, “Shower?”
You motioned, swallowing harshly, “I’m just saying wouldn’t it be awkward, or whatever.”
He grinned teasingly to you, “Only if you make it awkward, darlin”
You took a deep breath, bringing the glass you took from brunch - thank god for alcohol. You turned suddenly, Bucky not giving a care in the world of your presence - removing his shirt.
“So we should probably discuss a story. Like how we started dating.” You choked out, “I mean my family knows everyone so it’s not like you’re a total stranger-”
You turned, not thinking anything of it - only to gasp out audibly. He was completely naked. Your mouth dropped, and you screwed your eyes shut - you even heard a soft laugh escape Bucky’s chest.
“If we’re going to be dating, might as well get comfortable, doll.” Bucky chuckled, and you felt him throw a material to your head.
“That doesn’t mean you should-” You did it again without thinking, this time your eyes couldn’t help but fall below the waistline - your mouth dropped again, you’d never seen someone so-
“Just say we met through Wanda, I thought you were cute - so I took you out.” Bucky walked the other direction, and you nearly whimpered to the sight of his ass. You shot your hand up just enough to cover his exposed skin.
“Okay fine just-” You swallowed yet again, “Dont think you can just walk around here naked”
“Why, make you nervous?” Bucky winked, shutting the door finally to the bathroom.
You huffed out, these two weeks were going to be hell.
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A Second Chance: Chapter 2
An Ace Attorney fanfic. Read on both AO3 and FF.net!
Summary: Miles learns the identity of his "dead" mother, and the aftermath of that revelation is a tricky one. Especially when his newfound little sister is trying to turn him into a spirit medium.
AKA Miles is a Fey. Miles also doesn't really know how to family properly.
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The Sisters
Straightening himself and brushing non-existent dirt off his coat, Miles knocked on the door of Wright & Co. Law Offices. There was a buzzer, but Phoenix had requested him to knock instead. That way he wouldn’t freak out at an unexpected client.
It also meant he could take his time to answer the door.
Miles would never admit to being impatient… okay, he was. But this time he wouldn’t mind stalling. He kept his gaze on his shoes and tightened the grip on his briefcase.
He’d called in sick that day (per Gumshoe’s very adamant request) and had spent the morning thinking and composing himself. Also, he had been trying to work up the courage to come here. Once he’d made up his mind (and hadn’t changed it on the way to the car), he hadn’t bothered changing into something professional. So there he was in his white shirt, black overcoat, and brown trousers (he’d called them as such in front of Wright once, and the man had exclaimed “Jesus how much more British can you get?!”... he’d felt self-conscious about them after that). He felt like wearing his prosecutor’s suit may ruin the image of an older brother.
An older brother.
He couldn’t help but feel agitated, knowing he was the only one who knew the secret thus far. Well, apart from Gumshoe, but he hardly counted. He’d already spent too long thinking about Maya and Phoenix’s reaction that he didn’t want to waste any more of his heart going down that road again.
Finally, Phoenix answered the door. “Hi Edgeworth!” He said, with that charming smile he always seemed to wear.
“Good afternoon, Wright.”
He noticed that Phoenix look him over. He’d never come to their office in casual clothes before. He tried not to shuffle awkwardly, but thankfully Wright invited him in before he got the chance.
He had never been very good with people.
“What’s up?” Phoenix asked, once inside. He motioned for Miles to take off his coat, so he did and handed it to him.
Damn. This wasn’t the time to blush.
“Hey, are you okay? You look exhausted even for you.”
Wright looked genuinely concerned.
“I’m fine, thank you. I was working until rather late last night, that’s all. I’m not working today though.” Miles added after Phoenix raised his eyebrows.
What he couldn’t tell him was that he hadn’t slept a wink last night. He’d shooed Gumshoe away almost immediately after he’d calmed down, but it took a lot of convincing to get the detective to trust him to be alone. Every single second, right until morning, was spent thinking about his life, how it would have differed if he’d known the truth, and how he was supposed to announce the news that he was Misty Fey’s son.
“Wanna go get coffee or something? Or we could watch something, I’m not that busy.”
“Actually,” He said apologetically when Phoenix gestured towards the scruffy blue couch. “I’m here to talk to Miss Fey.”
If Wright tried to hide the disappointment on his face, he didn’t do a very good job.
“Oh… sure! She’s in the room over there.” He pointed to one of the few identical white doors. “I’ll come with you.”
“Um, actually,” Miles hated to break the man’s heart like this, but it was necessary. “Could we have some privacy? It’s rather important.”
Phoenix looked at the briefcase, and then back at Miles.
“That important, huh?”
A deflated Phoenix Wright was a scary thing.
“Sure. I’ll be here I guess… let me know if you guys need anything.”
Miles shot him a look of sympathy. “Thank you. But I’m warning you that it might take a while.”
Phoenix just nodded, that familiar smile returning, and then turned to continue… scrubbing the floorboards? Was he really that addicted to cleaning as the rumours said?
He took it as a sign to leave.
Gathering all of his courage, he entered the room.
Maya Fey was sitting at a small wooden table, engrossed in her work arranging… Limited Edition Steel Samurai Season 2 Silver Trading Cards?! He sincerely hoped his jealousy and awe didn’t show.
Alas, it did, and his eyes lit up. He had to refrain himself from asking about them.
Maybe this whole sibling thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Hey Edgeworth! What are you doing here?”
Maya was always so positive and cheerful. Miles had an awful feeling that he was about to shatter all of that.
“Good afternoon Miss Fey.” He replied, and suddenly the finalized speech that he had spent all night learning (yes, there had been many drafts) disappeared from his mind.
He blanked. And panicked.
With a deep breath, he knew he would have to improvise. He was a prosecutor for goodness sake, he knew how to think on his feet!
“I, um, came to talk to you about something. It’s important.”
The difference with improvising in court is that he could feign confidence. For some reason, he couldn’t do that here.
Luckily for him, Maya took the hint.
“Oh… okay.” She said, her smile wavering ever so slightly. She motioned towards the chair opposite to her. “Here, you can sit down if you want.”
“Thank you.”
As he sat himself down, he carefully placed his briefcase onto the table. Maya watched his movements like a hawk.
“So, er,” He began cautiously, “we searched Misty Fey’s residence.”
“Yeah, I heard.” Was all Maya said, then suddenly she opened her mouth in confusion. “Detective Gumshoe already brought me a whole box full of stuff this morning!”
He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. This may be the first time the detective acted so quickly. Well, the first time he ever succeeded in doing so.
Flashbacks of the horrid crunch of a car crash over the phone came to mind. He cleared his throat to try and rid himself of those particular memories. “That wasn’t the only box he found.”
“Really?” Maya’s eyes lit up. “What else is there?”
Miles sighed. It was now or never.
“Before I tell you, I would like to ask: what do you know about your father?”
This obviously took Maya by surprise.
“Oh… pretty much nothing, I guess. My Sis didn’t really remember him that well and said Mom never talked about him either.” She looked at him with a sudden determination. “Why? Is it to do with him? Do you know who he is?!”
“I-” He wasn’t sure how to answer. “He died. A long time ago. Not long after you were born, I’d imagine.”
As quickly as it arrived, Maya’s excitement died. Just perfect- he’d managed to crush the spirits of Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey in the span of 10 minutes.
Maya looked more miserable by the second. Time to move on.
He opened his leather briefcase. “Here, I’d like you to have a look at this picture.”
After warily taking out the picture of his- no, their parents, he handed it to her.
He hadn’t brought the entire box since he wasn’t ready to share that with the world, however, he’d brought certain items that would have served as evidence for his speech. But since the speech had been abandoned…
“That’s Mom!” She exclaimed, and he understood what she was experiencing. They’d lost their parents at a young age, albeit by different methods, and when Miles had first seen that picture he’d immediately focused on his own father. After having a very limited collection of photos to look at over the years, any new ones became a treasure.
Then Maya’s focus shifted onto the other person in the picture.
“Is that my Dad?” She asked quietly.
Miles nodded, preparing himself for that dreaded conversation. He may have forgotten his speech, but he’d faced worse in court. He could do this.
“Woah, he’s so handsome!”
What.
“Mom had good taste at least. I bet she was so sad to have to send him away!”
Maya’s enthusiasm had returned full swing, and she was practically clapping her hands with excitement.
“I, er-”
“They look so happy together!” She continued, oblivious to the heat in Miles’ cheeks. “Aw, this beats anything I could’ve imagined!”
Finally tearing her gaze away from the photograph, she looked up at Miles to see if he was sharing her joy. He wasn’t. He was confused, mostly.
Then Maya’s jaw dropped slightly. She looked down at the photo, then back at Miles. Photo, then him. Photo again, Miles again.
She laughed. “He looks a lot like you, y’know!”
Miles held his breath as the penny dropped.
Her head snapped down to study the picture again, and her grin began to wobble. “Wait is that…”
He stayed silent.
“H- That’s why he looked so familiar…” she whispered. “I remember that picture.”
Knowing exactly what picture she was talking about, Miles shuddered. It was the only photo she could have seen. The photo of his father's corpse, lying in that cursed elevator, blood streaming out of his gunshot wound. The photo that still haunted him to that day, despite knowing he wasn’t the cause of it.
Now it would haunt Maya too. He suddenly felt cruel.
She eventually looked back up at him. “My dad is Gregory Edgeworth?”
He nodded slowly.
“But that would mean-”
Miles brought up a finger to shush her. “Hold on a moment.” He said as he rummaged through his briefcase for the other photograph he’d brought, before handing it over to let her examine it.
It was a smaller photo that had been lying underneath the letter, so he hadn’t discovered it until later on the previous night. It was a picture of Misty Fey nursing a sleeping baby boy in her arms, with a young brown-haired girl peeking curiously over her shoulder. Though the baby seemed content enough, Misty had tears rolling down her cheeks. And yet she still had the small trademark Fey smile on her face.
Her expression was one that Maya wore now.
“Sis is way too young for that to be me. Is it…” She waited for Miles to finish her thought, but when he didn’t she continued. “...you?”
“I believe so, yes.” He said, voice breaking. Damn it, he was getting emotional now.
Maya leaned back in her chair and sat still for a few moments, mouth open and eyes wide. Her tears had stopped, but they had left their marks on her face. Miles felt anxious about her response but knew that it was his responsibility to tell her the truth. Especially as her-
“Oh my god, YOU’RE MY BROTHER!” Maya squealed, and he could hardly process how quickly she’d jumped out of her seat and ran around to squeeze him, and he flinched at the unexpected contact.
Almost straight away, she pulled back, as if realizing what she was doing. “You’re my… brother.” She repeated quieter, presumably as the implications sank in.
“I am.” He confirmed. She looked up at him.
“I just don’t believe it. All along! I wouldn’t’ve thought you were such a jerk if I’d known!”
Miles cocked his head. “Thank you..?”
Gently, he pushed her away from his side. “Now listen Miss Fey, I understand if you don’t want anything to change between us. We don’t even have to tell Wright. After finding out that you’ve lost your father, it may be better just to carry on as nor-”
“Are you kidding?!”
Miles blinked. “No?”
“Dude, you’re my brother! All this time I thought I was alone. My sister was murdered and then my Mom was murdered- I never even thought about my Dad really- and then I find out I still have a brother! This is awesome!”
Whatever reactions Miles had predicted in his mind, this was not one of them. Why was she being so supportive?
“Why are you so supportive of the idea? I tried to get you convicted for murder!” He exclaimed, genuinely shocked.
“‘Cause you’re my brother, duh!”
He wasn’t sure when the roles had swapped, but now he was the one who had eyes brimming with tears. It was contagious, and soon she began to sob again too.
When she hugged him again, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he held her tightly, if somewhat awkwardly, and genuinely didn’t want to let go.
This was his little sister. The universe definitely tried hard to take everything away from him, but it failed. Oh goodness, it failed. And at that moment, that one blissful moment of siblings embracing, he felt calm. Everything was going to be okay.
Maya jerked backwards suddenly. “I have to tell Sis!”
“Wait, what-”
“Hold on I’ll channel her, you need to tell her too!” She cried.
“No! There’s no need! She’s resting, leave her be!” She was dead, but that's the same thing, right?
But Maya wasn’t listening, she had already crossed her fingers and furrowed her brows in concentration. The Magatama thing around her neck started to glow.
Miles began to panic again. He’d only thought about Maya, and not even considered Mia Fey at all. Cursed spirit channeling!
He turned to look at the door and wondered if Phoenix was listening in. Probably not, since he’d been very interested in his own chores, but he couldn’t help but wonder nonetheless.
He’d planned a different speech entirely to tell Phoenix.
“Edgeworth?”
That wasn’t Maya’s voice.
He turned again to see a familiar face in Maya’s clothing, looking at him in confusion. He frowned- the last thing he wanted to do was to go through that entire conversation again.
“Hello, Miss Fey.” He said, shaking slightly. Though he’d seen this practice in court before, he doubted he would ever get used to the concept of spirit channeling.
“What’s going on? Maya didn’t leave a note, so I’m a little confused.”
She looked more than a little confused, but Miles wasn’t going to point that out.
“After searching your mother’s house, we found out that your father is my father, and I’m your mother’s son. I’m your brother.”
Wow, ripping the bandaid off in one go really does make it easier.
Mia appeared sceptical. “What?”
“See for yourself.” Miles replied, gesturing towards the pair of photographs on the table.
Mia pulled them towards her and studied them, her face scrunching up slightly as she did so.
She gasped. “You’re… you’re our brother?”
Her reaction was definitely less emotional and dramatic than Maya’s, but Miles could still sense the shock coming from her.
“I am.” He nodded, feeling a sense of deja vu.
“Oh… Oh god, I shouldn’t’ve said all those shitty things about you after our first trial!”
Like sister, like sister, even at his own expense. Wait…
“OH!” He shouted suddenly as he brought up a hand to cover his mouth. He looked away in shame. “The horrid things I called you… even in court…”
Mia raised a hand. “An eye for an eye. Never mention it again?”
He copied her action. “Agreed.”
And then they both laughed. And, for the first time in a while, Miles felt safe. It all felt unreal. This wasn't him, this couldn't be happening. It was probably a dream, so he'd enjoy it while he still could.
“I can’t believe it…” Mia said after they’d settled. “I knew our Dad was a defense attorney, and I’d even researched Gregory Edgeworth once I became one. God, it all makes sense! That’s why Mom agreed to help, and why it was such a big deal to her.” She held her head in her hands, and her stolen black hair fell in front of her face. “I’m so stupid,” she muttered, “I should’ve put two and two together!”
“In your defence,” Miles responded, “I didn’t either. And it is rather obvious now.”
“My Dad was a Brit.”
Miles chuckled again. “He was.”
Without warning, Mia’s embarrassed expression turned into one of sympathy.
“I’m so sorry Miles.”
Now it was his turn to be confused. “Why?”
“We all lost our father at a young age, but Maya and I never found out, and we didn’t really mind since we still had our Mom. But you had no-one…”
Miles was about to argue that he had Von Karma, but decided against it. It wasn’t the time to bring him up. It was probably never going to be, either.
“There’s nothing we could have done.” He said sadly.
Mia scoffed. “Yeah but…” she cut herself off with a smirk. “You’ve got a little sister to take care of now.”
“I already have a little sister-” He argued instinctively, then cringed. He shouldn’t have said that to his dead biological older sister.
Still, Mia seemed to show understanding. “Franziska Von Karma, right? She’s still your sister, just as much as Maya is. Maybe even more than her. But I'm warning you, Maya is a hell of a lot clingier.” She paused. “How did she take it?”
Of course, Mia wouldn’t know since she was busy being dead. “Not how I’d expected, but good. I think she’s happy.”
Mia smiled. “Good.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, in which Miles wished he could have properly met Mia Fey while she was alive, but it was eventually broken by Mia herself.
“You should tell Diego.”
The happiness and warmth that Miles had felt began to dissolve.
“Wh-What?”
“Diego Armando. He told me he worked under Gregory Edgeworth briefly, and he never had a bad word to say about him. I think he deserves to know.”
Diego Armando was a defense attorney that he had faced off against in court a few times but never had the chance to meet properly in person. Even Miles struggled against him, though he would never admit it. The man was poisoned by Miss Dahlia Hawthorne and was in a coma for 5 years. When he woke up, he disguised his identity under the name “Godot”, and was recently convicted for…
A shaky hand was brought to his mouth, and he felt sick to the stomach.
“H-He murdered our mother…”
It was the first time that fact had really sunk in, and Miles hated it.
All of a sudden his shoulders were being gripped tightly. He was forced to look into Mia’s eyes.
“Yes, he did kill our mother.” She stated, matter-of-factly. “But he also saved our sister, whether that was his intention or not. He also mourned me, Miles. He may be a criminal, but he is nothing like Manfred Von Karma. Don’t you dare compare him to him. Deep down, he's a good man.”
“I-I won’t.” Miles replied and for the first time in his life, he genuinely felt like a little brother.
Releasing his shoulders with a satisfied look, she stood up and made her way to where Maya had originally been sitting.
“I’ll let Maya come back now. I’m sure you both have a lot of catching up to do, and I presume Phoenix doesn’t know yet either. You’ll tell Diego, won’t you?”
“You have my word.” Is what he said, but he still felt very hesitant.
“Good.” She said firmly. “I hope to speak to you again soon, Miles.”
Averting his eyes as her figure began to morph into Maya’s, he glanced at the door again. Mia was right, he was yet to tell Phoenix. How would he react, finding out that two of his friends were related? Would he break ties with him? Go into denial?
“Edgeworth!”
It was his turn to smile. This had all gone far better than expected. “Miss Fey.”
Maya (she was back to Maya now) frowned, and Miles immediately took back that last statement. “Dude, we’re siblings now, if you call me Miss Fey again I will end you.”
Once he was certain she was joking, he let himself laugh a little. Perhaps his little sisters weren’t that different after all.
“Alright, Maya.”
It felt strange on his tongue, but he could get used to it. Hopefully.
“Right, what are you up to?”
Both siblings’ heads snapped towards the door, where Phoenix stood with his arms crossed playfully. The pout looked quite authentic though…
He realized that the scene he'd walked into must look very odd, with one friend laughing hysterically and the other letting out a rare chuckle, both with tear tracks on their cheeks.
Now he had another hurdle to cross. Luckily he’d remembered his speech for Phoenix. He would have to be gentle in his delivery and be certain he had the correct order of facts. Reaching out to pick up the photos, he stood up and took a deep breath. It was time.
“We-”
“Guess what Nick?!" Maya yelled, startling him. "Edgeworth’s my brother!”
Oh.
Oh no.
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The Box
Requested: Can I request something for sweet pea please maybe where she is the definition of Northside princess the most popular girl in school rich beautiful everything and hates the serpents so the two hate each other but one day he finds her crying alone at the park and comforts her and the two become best friends and slowly fall in love thank you
A/N: Wow, I love the way this turned out, hope you love it too.
Warnings: mention of the death of a family member.
Word Count: 3155
You looked to your right to see your boyfriend fast asleep next to you. It was the first night you were actually sleeping over at his house. It was the first time you had the balls to even go there. It was a long road for you and him from the first time you both met. A long road to even being friends with one another. But you remembered every detail like it was yesterday.
*Flashback 6 Months ago*
“You know Reg, I don’t get why these damn Southsiders have to come to our school.”
“I don’t know but I do plan on making them leave”
“And you know what else Veronica is helping with everything!”
“Wanna go crash her little party?”
“Definitely” You and Reggie had walked down the stairs straight up to the welcome table to see Veronica introducing herself to the Serpents acting like everything was fine when it definitely was not.
“Don’t Veronica”
“Y/N?”
“They are not welcome here”
“Y/N they go to this school now the least you could do is be nice”
“Nice? To them? You're kidding me right?”
“No, they deserve as much of an education as everyone else”
“Yeah, well no one invited Southside Scum to our school Veronica, Listen up, I will not allow you slimy Serpents to ruin this school like you do everyone else. So I Suggest you stay to yourselves and try not get your slime on anything else to understand” A tall dark-haired boy stepped up to you then, someone you had never met but knew to be a serpent by the leather he dawned on his skin, an instant hatred rising in your chest knowing what they were capable of.
“Listen, we have as much of a right to be here as you do. So if you leave us alone we will leave you alone got it hot stuff”
“Hot stuff? You are repulsive. I could ruin you!”
“Yeah and I could ruin you too, would you want that Princess”
That was the first and last time you had talked to the Serpent, until a few weeks later when you bumped into him when he finally decided to come to class.
“Listen, class, we will be in pairs for today’s chemical reaction lesson, your pairs are listed up here on the board. Grab your supplies and the lab sheet and get started right away please” After walking up to the board your heart instantly dropped. Sweet Pea. You instantly knew that a weird name like that had to belong to a Southsider. You grabbed the supplies going back to the lab table and waiting for him to sit next to you.
“Listen here Sweet Pea, I need a good grade in this class which means I need you to listen to everything I say got it? Let’s not make it harder then this needs to be.”
“As much as I would love to make it harder for you I need a good grade too princess, so let’s just get this done”
“Fine” With that you got started on the project pouring the chemicals in slowly until Sweet Pea brushed against you. You were instantly pissed because you ended up pouring in way more than was needed a cloud of smoke coming up instantly, Sweet Pea pulling you back into his chest.
“Gotta be careful Princess”
“You are vexatious Sweet Pea”
*Flashback Ended*
You then looked over to his dresser where a photo of you two sat, and then your eyes landed on the jacket. The jacket brought back so many memories to the first time you were both nice to each other, the first time you both understood one another.
*Flashback 5 months ago*
Today was the day you dreaded, the day you never wanted to come. Today was the anniversary of your brother's death. Today was the only day of the year you skipped class, the only day of the year you wore black. You completely ignored your parents on this day other than the argument that happened every morning. You hated your parents for the way your brother was treated, you hated them even more now that they pretended his life, and even his death didn’t exist.
You did what you always did and sat on the bench outside of school, the last place you and your brother talked. Not many people knew of your brother and no one really bothered to come up to the crying girl. You liked it that way, you didn’t want anyone coming up to you. You just wanted to sit there and have your day of remembering.It was going along like it did every year you sat on the bench, you heard the school bell ring, saw everyone leaving to go home but you stayed sitting there. See that day every year you brought lunch and dinner to eat, in a hope to feel closer to him. In a way to apologize for not being able to visit him. It was going along until you felt a presence sit next to you on the bench.
“I guess the northside princess doesn’t have a perfect life after all”
“Not everyone is what they seem Sweet Pea”
“I never thought you were Y/N”
“Go away Pea”
“Well, that was rude. Also since when do you wear all black?”
“Why do you care? You hate me anyway”
“I don’t hate you Y/N, now what’s going on?”
“You wanna know what the fuck is going on Sweet Pea”
“Yeah, Kinda”
“Well let me fill you in, welcome to my life where I sit on this bench once a year. I sit on this bench through the whole day skipping class because it’s the only place I can be close to my brother”
“Your brother? I don’t get it”
“He died, he died 3 years ago Pea” Your crying became louder and you were going to wipe your cheeks but Sweet Pea beat you to it pulling you into his chest. In an odd, the way the scent of the leather mixed with oil and peppermint soothed you. It felt so familiar in a way you couldn’t exactly place, but at that moment you didn’t need to. “This is where I come every year because it was the last place I talked to him, the last place I hugged him. I just, I fucking miss him so goddamn much, I mean no one ever talks about him not even then. They won’t even tell me where he is buried Pea when he passed all they said when he didn’t come home was that he died. It was that cold Pea, literally two words, and no matter any question I ask about him they don’t answer. I mean he didn’t deserve to die, I don’t know what he did but he was only a year older than me Pea. All I fucking know about his death was that it was at some quarry and some guys in leather killed him and it wasn’t safe to go or some bullshit. We didn’t even go to a funeral Pea. I didn’t get to say bye, Jay was my best friend, he was everything to me and I didn’t get to say bye I mean what typ…”
“Wait, did you say Jay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Jay was your brother and he died at a quarry?”
“Yes, are you not listening or are you just trying to make me repeat myself?”
“Cmon, I wanna take you somewhere”
“What? Are you crazy, I’m not leaving Pea”
“Please” You knew Sweet Pea’s demeanor he wasn’t one to apologize, he wasn’t one to say please. Well at least not to you but something in that moment was telling you to follow, and to trust him. He grabbed your hand standing up and you stood up following him.
“I’m trusting you Sweet Pea”
“Good choice” He led you over to his bike, grabbing the helmet and giving it to you.
“You want me to get on that!”
“It’s our only option princess, trust me” You stood there trying to figure out how to latch it before his hand came up doing it for you. So you did, you trusted him climbing on after him, and putting your hands on his shoulders, but he grabbed them wrapping them around his waist. You rode for a while going through the Northside and then pulling into the Southside. You grip on Sweet Pea tightened the memories of people telling you to be careful of the Southside due to it being dangerous flashing through your mind. You pulled up to a graveyard, actually right up to a grave and you looked to it to see the name Jay. You were pissed.
“Pea, what the hell is this taking me to some random fucking persons…”
“Y/N stop, this is your brother” You were shocked to stay the least.
“Wait, what?”
“This is your brothers grave Y/N”
“Wait, how do you. Wait, is this why my parents won’t let me fucking come here?. My parents always told me the Southside was dangerous, how my brother was killed by some guys in leather. Pea please…”
“No, I didn’t kill your brother if that is what you are gonna say, jesus fuck Y/N. The Ghoulies killed your brother.”
“I’m sorry the what?”
“Look the Southside is kind of split into two parts. Some parts the Serpents own, some the Ghoulies. See the ghoulies are the one responsible for doing almost all of the bad shit you hear the Southside doing. The ghoulies set shit on fire, sell drugs, vandalize. Basically, name it and it is most likely them. I, on the other hand, am a Serpent. We do shit for our families, we sell shit, yeah but we are not involved in drugs by any means. We are usually protection details and things like that. I’m a serpent just like your brother was”
“Like my…”
“Yeah, your brother was a Serpent before I was. I met him about 3 years ago when I joined. He was a great guy Y/N. I don’t know much about his death, but I know enough. He was on a job with our leader FP and a few others. Something went wrong, and they tried to get out, but the Ghoulies went after them. Your brother stayed behind trying to protect everyone that was on the job, but it ended badly. He got stuck. I think it may have been a fire. But Y/N your brother died being a hero.”
“A hero”
“A hero Y/N. Your brother was incredible. He mentioned you before I just never really put it together cause I really didn’t know anything about your life. If I would have known I would have…” You hugged him then, knowing that maybe you and Pea were meant to be friends all along maybe your brother sent him to you.
“Thank you, but can I ask something?”
“Did you go to his funeral? Did my parents?”
“I did, but I’m sorry they didn’t. FP went to high school with your dad, but your dad stayed far away from the Serpents. So when FP came to your house talking about your brother dying your dad got pissed. I guess he didn’t know your brother was in or maybe he did I’m not sure. I just know that FP said they wanted nothing to do with the body”
“So what, you guys paid for everything?”
“We take care of our own Y/N”
“Thank you”
“It’s funny you know”
“What is?”
“I usually don’t go out of school that way but something today just told me to, and you know… I was planning on coming here when I left, but then I saw you and I needed to make sure you were okay. Maybe it was his way of bringing me close to you. Fuck that sounds so cheesy but Y/N what you said earlier. I’m an asshole I know but It’s my sense of humor and I’m so sorry you ever thought I hated you”
“It’s okay Pea, I’m just defensive of people, and I guess the leather and the Southside and my brother dying over here I don’t know, but I’m sorry”
“Can I take you somewhere else”
“Yeah, can I have a minute though”
“Of course” You spent those minutes talking to your brother like he was there, talking as if he never left. But also after that apologizing, apologizing for not being there, you cried again shaking before you wrapped into Sweet Pea’s arms again.
“C' mon princess let’s get you out of here”
“But I don’t wanna leave”
“Look Y/N I promise you I will bring you here whenever you want, I promise you”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“Thank you Pea”
“Of course, now can you come with me? Please”
“Yeah” You followed him blind again remaining in the southside before pulling up to a small trailer.
“Pea where are we?”
“My place, I uh… I wanna show you something” He led you inside having you sit on the couch before coming back in with a box, and a photo frame in hand. The frame showed your brother standing next to Sweet Pea. Your crying started again.
“Oh I’m sorry, I thought, ugh I thought you’d want to see it I didn’t mean… ah fuck”
“No, no I love seeing it thank you”
“I uh, that was the night of my initiation. Your brother was the last to hit that night he had a damn good right hook”
“I know, he taught me how to fight”
“You fighting?”
“There's a lot of things you don’t know about me Pea”
“Yeah, I got that, but you know I'd like to learn”
“I’d like that too”
“Oh, here this is yours” He opened the box pulling out a leather jacket. “He uh, he threw this on the ground before running back in the building FP grabbed it, uhm he gave it to me but I want you to have it”
“Were you and my brother close, from everything you've said, I uh…”
“Yeah we were, which brings me to the box”
“The box?”
“Mhm, he uh he always talked about you Y/N, even said he may bring you around one day so you could meet his family. You know he loved you a lot. He always said you were the reason he went home that if it wasn’t for you he’d have moved out already. But anyway one night he came over giving me this box, told me it had a bunch of notes and letters and things of his he wanted to give you in case… well in case he passed away. He was so afraid of leaving you behind but he didn’t wanna leave the Serpents either. You know he planned on running away with you, taking you from your parents giving you a good life where you could be you. He always told that to me, you were so important to him. He gave me this box and told me if anything ever happened he needed me to find you and bring this to you. I could never find you until I went to Riverdale high. I had no idea where to look. I tried so many times, but every time I asked anyone they would brush me off, guess I have that look for a Southsider. I wish I could've given this to you sooner, I’m sorry” You were full on sobbing.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You got it to me. This is all because of you, thank you Pea” You spent hours that night looking through the belongings reading the letter labeled ‘When you get this box’. It explained everything. The reasons your brother joined, the way he felt like they were family to him, every little thing. You felt so close to him reading it all. Sweet Pea sat with you through it all either holding your hand or rubbing your back in comfort. Your brother left so many letters to you, so many letters for the future. You were interrupted by your phone ringing Pea grabbed it for you as it was sitting closer to him.
‘It’s your mom, she wants you home”
“I don’t wanna go home Pea, I… I can’t all those years acting like he was an outcast, acting like he didn’t exist all because he found a family on a different side of town, a family who actually cared about him. I can’t do it”
“You don’t have to, remember we take care of our own. You can stay here as long as you need”
*Flashback ended*
You curled back into his side thinking of the way you had become friends for a few months, slowly falling for him as time went on. You loved him with all your heart. Pea was your family, and you soon learned the serpents were too. You fell asleep after that memory waking up to the smell of bacon in the kitchen and a singing Sweet Pea.
“Hey babe”
“Hey princess,” You noticed flowers on the table, something you always told him not to do cause it wasted money. He caught your gaze.
“They are for your brother, figured we could go visit since it’s his anniversary” You knew it was his anniversary and every year since that first time at his grave you had spent it there with Sweet Pea, but for him to get the flowers before you even woke up, for him to care that much showed you that you definitely made the right choice in becoming his friends, and definitely made the right choice falling for his cheesy pick up lines.
“Go get ready Princess, I’ll pack up some sandwiches so we can spend the day there”
“Thank you Pea”
“No need baby. Go get dressed I’ll wait on the bike”
So you did, you got ready throwing your brothers jacket on top of you and going out to the bike where Pea was waiting. You drove to the graveyard where your brother was buried. When you got there he pulled out a blanket laying it down before taking out the sandwiches and everything else he had decided to bring. He sat down ushering you towards him. You laid down with your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.
You spent the day at the graveyard with him. Him cuddling you into his body and telling you stories upon stories of your brother. You loved him for that. No matter how many times you asked him to repeat something he told you about him he never once got tired of telling you whatever you wanted to know. He never once got tired of you. You ended that day by thanking your brother for sending Sweet Pea your way.
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Who’s Crying Now
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Warnings: cheating, break up
Summary: Reader and Billy have been exclusive for a while
A/N: I feel like this is not my best work. It is my first Billy fic and I think it turned out okay. Tell me what y’all think. And requests are open❤️
I should have listened when Nancy warned me about him. But his beautiful eyes and smooth way of speaking disarmed me and I fell hook line and sinker.He charmed his way into my life, and just as easily as he had entered it….He was gone now.
It all started at school on friday. He usually picked me up from my house. This morning he didn’t. I was almost late and had to rush to class. I looked for him all morning but I couldn’t find him. I had just resolved that maybe he’d gotten sick or something and I would go check on him after school. It was only when I had to pee during Math class that I discovered the truth.
I was walking back from the bathrooms, still worried out of my mind when i saw them. I stopped in my tracks as they both looked up, smiling and giggling as they exited a janitor’s closet. Billy’s eyes widened, unable to lie as I could clearly see the lipstick on his face and neck. Emma’s telling smile said more than any excuse he could come up with.
“Y/N-” I turned and sprinted down the corridor before my name could finish dripping off his lips.
Don’t get me wrong, Billy Hargrove and I had only been dating for about a month, but I felt it was real. He snuck over to my house when his dad was being a brute, he confided in me how much he missed his mom. I had felt close to him.I guess we weren’t close enough.
“I don’t know Nance,” I said, wiping my nose again. She sat on the edge of my bed, hand on my knee and eyes filled with concern. I couldn’t go to school today, if i had seen Emma Garfield’s face I probably would have smacked the smug look right off of her. I didn’t want to see the two of them together. She smiles sympathetically, but she doesn’t understand.
“I know things are hard for you right now...But trust me, they’ll get better.”
“How/” I ask dramatically flinging my arm over my face with a loud sigh. “I really liked him.” the room falls silent. She doesn’t need to say ‘I told you so.’ she knows that I already know that. But the hole I feel in my chest is unbearable, and like the best friend I could ever have, Nancy curled up beside me, hugging me tightly and didn’t leave my side.
“Get up. Y/N. Get up.” I wake, groggy and exhausted. I had tossed and turned all night, prompting Nancy to make me some tea to try and help me settle down. She’s in my face now, trying to wake me up for school. I groan, dreading the day ahead and unable to avoid it.
“What time is it?”
“Five forty five.”
“Jesus Nance! Why are you waking me up?” I snap, pulling the blankets over me and hiding beneath them. I never get up before six thirty on a school day. Undeterred Nancy pulls the blankets away, I hiss as cool air hits my legs. She sits beside me, turning on my bedside lamp. I wince at the sudden invasion of light, she’s already dressed and ready to go.
“I’m waking you up so we can get you ready.” I sit up, brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m going to do your makeup. And your hair. We’re gonna make you look completely irresistible. And you’re going to show that asshole just what he screwed up.” she grabs my cheeks and pulls my face close, a kind smile on her lips. “You are bitchin’. Time for you to own it.”
P.O.V
Billy ran his fingers through his hair, eyes darting around as he searched for Y/N. He hadn’t been able to talk to her all weekend, she ignored his phone calls and when he had driven over to talk, her father had told him in no uncertain terms to get lost. What happened with Emma was a mistake. He knew it the moment he saw the look on her face. It hadn’t been worth hurting Y/N. No one else truly mattered.
“What are you doing?” Tommy asked Billy as he sat down in homeroom. Billy ignored his friend, eyes scanning the room, searching for her, hoping he could get her attention or maybe even slip her a note. The bell rang and Ms. Peterson closed the door, he cursed under his breath and sank lower in his seat.
“I can’t do this.” she says to Nancy. Y/N’s legs shake and her eyes fill with tears as the anxiety of everything that had happened began to fill her once more. Nancy placed her hands on her friend’s shoulders, prepared to give her one more pep talk before they joined their classmates.
“You can do this.” she fluffed Y/N’s hair and wiped some stray lipstick from her friend’s mouth before turning her around and taking her arm and arm. “Bitchin’. Remember it.”
Billy’s P.O.V
“Class starts at 7:30 sharp ladies.” I look up to see who was walking in late and had to stop myself from leaping out of my chair.
“Sorry, our pedicure ran late.” Y/N said sarcastically, tugging Nancy Wheeler with her. She didn’t even look at me as they took seats next to Nancy’s boyfriend Jonathan and Steve Harrington. I take her in, feeling my cock begin to rise in my pants. Shit she looked good. A light pink knit halter top with a white belt and black skin tight pants. Y/N hated heels so she wore plain black pants and two chunky bracelets on her wrist. A white one and a pink one. Her beautiful hair was piled high and hair sprayed to heaven, the makeup on her face was light but noticeable. She looks like a goddess and all I want is to worship her.
“Mr. Hargrove.” Ms. Peterson snaps me out of my daze and I clear my throat, looking down at my notebook. I fucked up….I fucked up big time.
P.O.V
Y/N felt great. She had seen Billy in class, the way his jaw dropped. Nancy said she could see him sweating it out. She had been proud. As the day went on the more confident Y/N felt. If he wanted someone else he could have them. Her worth wasn’t measured by him or anyone else.
It was at the end of the day she found the note. It had been shoved into her locker and fell out just as she opened the door. She bent down to pick it up, recognizing the shotty handwritting on the front of it as no one else’s but his.
Y/N,
I’m sorry for everything. I messed up. I know I’ve done a lot of shitty things but this was the worst. I am so sorry for hurting you,,,,you deserve better. You deserve better than I could ever give you.
Thank you for loving me,
Billy
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It had been two weeks since Rachel slipped Niall her number, and he couldn’t bring himself to call or text her. What if he somehow messed this up? What if it didn’t work out? She’s Mags’ teacher and it would just be plain awkward for all parties involved.
But what if it worked out? What if, after all this time- time of loneliness and sorrow, he could feel like he was whole again? That is something he’s willing to risk everything for.
Niall lay in bed thumbing over the coffee sleeve in his hand. Still contemplating if he should text or call Rachel, he picked up his phone to eye the time. 10:26 p.m. Is it too late to call? Fuck, Niall had been out of the dating game for more than two decades. Everything with Iz had been easy, so simple. Why is that now it seemed like he was moving a boulder up a mountain trying to heave his burdens to feel happy?
Screw it. No matter how badly he scratched and clawed, Niall was bound and determined that Rachel was the one who could make his family whole again.
So with that, he dialed Rachel’s number and heard the dial tone ring twice before the other end picked up. Rachel has just gotten out of the shower when her phone rang. It was a number she didn’t recognize. It’s probably a telemarketer, Rachel thought, but it was a local number. Could it be Niall? Rachel had began to wonder if giving him her number had been a good decision. The moment where her head rested on Niall’s broad shoulder replayed in her mind. In that moment she felt comfort, something she hadn’t felt in years. And she didn’t want it to end, but she felt people begin to stare at the two. She didn’t know the rules about this kind of thing. It was all new to her. Being involved with one of her students’ parents was a foreign language to her, but she was willing to learn so she picked up the phone with hopes that it would be the ocean-eyed man who made her heart soar.
“Hello?” Rachel wrapped the grey towel around her wet naked body as she held the phone between her shoulder and ear. Blonde tendrils of soaking wet hair drip water down Rachel’s red back from the heat of the hot water.
“Is it too late to call you? I-I don’t want you to think this is a booty call or anything. I just… God. I know you’re probably asleep, right? I should probably call you tomorrow…” Niall’s voice hummed through the phone almost like he was nervous to talk to her.
“Wait, no. I just got out of the shower. I’m up.” Rachel smiled. It was him. “It’s not too late. I thought- I thought you weren’t going to call.” Rachel began pacing around the bathroom, her heart was spinning and it felt like she needed to puke her stomach was in such tight knots. She sat down on the lid of the toilet seat as her legs began to shake. Meeting Niall for the first time, she sat behind her desk and hid her nervous tick, but now it was out in plain sight.
“I...uh, I. Honestly, I was nervous about calling you. I just, I don’t know…” Niall trailed off. His voice was shaky and Rachel pictured Niall running his hands through his graying hair. And he was. He was nervous to talk to the woman who has made him feel whole again, like there wasn’t an aching emptiness in him that had been there since Isabella died. Would she want him to move on? What would she think of all this?
“Well I’m glad you called,” Rachel’s voice shook the questions out of his head. “I, um. I can’t get you out of my head.” Rachel laughed. Why did she just say that? Put the filter on Rachel. Jesus Christ.
“Same, exactly.” Niall smiled as he laid his hand on his torso. It was shaking so laying it on his stomach helped calm him. “I was actually,” Niall screwed his eyes shut, trying not to even be there physically or mentally as he asked the question which caused a lump in his throat. “I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me sometime? Just...two adults eating dinner enjoying each other’s company.”
“I would love that,” Rachel blurted, “I mean. It doesn’t bother you that I’m Maggie’s teacher and ten years younger?” Her leg was shaking terribly. Rachel placed her hand on her knee to stop it from trembling but it didn’t help. She needed to know the answers to those questions before going to dinner with Niall.
“I mean, no not really. I, uh, I don’t mind it. The kids might, but their teenagers. Anything that isn’t about them is bothersome.” Rachel bit her bottom lip to contain the excitement she wore. Why did Niall make her feel like a schoolgirl, giddy at every word?
Their conversation went on well into the night as they talked about noncompliance things. How they grew up. Who their first kiss was. Why Rachel has a tiny scar on her right thumb from where the neighbor’s dog bit her. Their first love. It wasn’t until both of them were laying in their beds nearly falling asleep at three o’clock in the morning that they bid each other goodnight. They had a date Saturday night.
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It was six o’clock on Saturday night when Niall left his house. He had told the twins he would be back later that night before he rushed out the door. Normally, the twins never questioned where Niall went because he usually was helping people out in town, but he never left in his good black button down. That was reserved for church when they went. So Niall bolted out the front door as he said yelled bye to the kids.
He was early, Niall knew that, but it was his anxiety that got the best of him. He hadn’t on a date since Iz and him were married. His stomach was in knots and he had to keep wiping his hands on his jeans to subdue the nervous sweating. Niall parked at a local florist just down the road from his house. What he was looking for was something simple, nothing too romantic because after all even though it was a date per say, this wasn’t a romantic date. Niall just wanted some companionship after fifteen years. At least that’s what he told himself.
However, the florist only had roses which screamed romance and carnations which shouted funeral.
“Do you have something or know some place that might have wildflowers or anything like that?” Niall asked the older woman to looked to be in her sixties. She eyed the younger man before walking into the back. He thumbed the counter as he looked around the store more nervously. It’s getting closer to seven as time went by and part of Niall wanted to show up early- maybe to help Rachel realize he didn’t care about the age difference between them. Besides, what a decade...right?
The same woman walked through the plastic curtain that covered the doorway. She was holding a brown paper wrapped bouquet of wildflowers. She eyed Niall as she rang up the bouquet.
“Is this for the new teacher?” She asked as she pressed the drawer button. “Good for you. Getting out there.”
“Word travels fast, huh?” Niall winked at the older lady and thanked her for the bouquet. When he turned his car over, a memory of Iz washed over him.
He sat there in his car as he dreaded telling Iz goodnight. It was their first official date- without parents or any kind of supervision. It was just them. Isabella didn’t want to get out of the car, but Niall hadn’t said a word to her the entirety of the car ride home. Had she done something wrong? Niall, staring out into the darkened street, grabbed ahold of Iz’s hand, squeezing it gently.
“I had a great time tonight.” Those six words made Iz’s heart soar. As Niall turned to look at his date’s face, Isabella grabbed the back of Niall’s neck pulling him into her kiss. Her lips, sticky with lip gloss, pushed against his. They both held their breath, not wanting to ruin their first. It was sweet and innocent, but Niall felt like he lost his chance. HE was supposed to make the first move, not Iz. But as he cupped Iz’s cheek, he fell into her spell. He wanted to keep kissing her, to keep tasting her lip gloss, to keep her in his arms. The sudden knock on the window stopped them. It was Isabella’s dad who was bent over trying to get Iz to come inside.
“I’ll talk to you later.” Niall squeezed Isabella’s hand one last time.
“Let me know when you get home so I know you’re safe.”
Niall wiped away a fallen tear. After all these years, remembering Iz is still hard for him. She was there with him still in every step. He backed out of the parking lot and headed over to Rachel’s.
Her house was a one story yellow house with a green overlay. The front porch was rotting and Niall made a mental note to take care of it, even if nothing came between them. He ran his fingers through his hair, touching it up in the rear view mirror before grabbing the flowers and making his way to Rachel’s front door. When Niall’s foot stepped on the white porch, it squeaked causing barking to come from the inside of the house. Rachel had a dog?
Niall heard Rachel trying to hush the animal before opening the door. She stood in the front door wearing a red dress that hugged her hips. Her red sleeves flowed from the body of the dress, and Niall’s eyes trailed down to the small pooch that was Rachel’s stomach. He had never liked anything more.
“Wow…” Niall breathed, fully taking in the sight of his date. She had pinned her hair back on one side and curled the ends of her hair. Her black booties clicked as she moved out of the way of the door. “You look great.”
“Not too bad yourself, Niall. I have half expecting you to show up with a tool belt.” Rachel closed the door exposing a grey pitbull cowering behind its owner.
“That’s on Tuesdays.” Niall laughed. It felt good to let out some indication of what he was feeling. “Who’s this?”
“Her name is Daisy. She came with me from Florida. She’s harmless. The stigma against pitties are…”
“She’s beautiful.” Niall crouched down and held out his hand to let the dog smell of him. Daisy looked up at Rachel before walking over to the stranger. Once Daisy smelled his hand, Niall began to slowly pet the dog before standing up. “These are for you,” Niall said before handing the bouquet to Rachel. The white, blue, yellow, and purple flowers were held up to Rachel’s nose as she took in the freshness of the just cut flowers.
“Thank you. Let me put them in a vase before we go.” Rachel walked into her kitchen hunting for a vase. Niall looked around Rachel’s living room admiring all the photos of friends, family, and Daisy. He had wondered over the bookshelf when Rachel walked back in with the bouquet of flowers in an empty milk carton. “Forgot I don’t have a vase. Not every day I get flowers. Shall we go?”
The car ride was quiet except for the few moments of small talk. What could they say to each other without making it awkward? Niall turned up the radio that was playing throwback hits when the Jonas Brothers’ single “Sucker” came on.
“I was in college when they got back together. That was a great moment.” Rachel laughed as she quietly sang the words. Niall smiled as he listened to the soft voice melodically ring through the car.
When they arrived to the restaurant, the host sat them down immediately. It was a small hole in the wall, but the food was delicious. Niall ordered the chicken parmesan while Rachel ordered shrimp alfredo. They talked about their lives and the what if’s in life.
“What was the most embarrassing moment in your life?” Niall asked before taking a bite of spaghetti.
“When I lost my virginity.” Rachel said with much seriousness in her voice. Niall nearly choked on his food at her answer.
“Ho-how?” Niall was too afraid of the answer.
“I was at a party in high school and the guy I was interested in was super drunk. I started drinking and we were making out. It was...hot, not gonna lie, but we took it upstairs and everyone heard us. They had turned down the music and they heard everything. I was mortified. What about you?”
“Probably when Iz and I were in the supermarket one day and I thought I had to fart, but turns out I shit myself in the meat section.” Rachel laughed as Niall described the incident in more detail. She felt happy for the first time in a long time.
Going home, their conversation lingered. Niall had parked in Rachel’s driveway as they laughed at Rachel splitting her pants in the eighth grade.
“I had fun tonight,” Niall said smiling. He reached over and thumbed the outside of Rachel’s bare thigh. Her skin was smooth there too. She wrapped her arm around Niall’s, pulling herself closer to him as she whispered, “Me too.” They both looked into each others’ eyes before Niall leaned down and kissed Rachel on the forehead. A simple and kind kiss. Something that said “I want to, but only if you do.” Rachel reciprocated with kissing Niall’s cheek, her lipstick staining his skin. Niall’s breath caught and he felt his mouth becoming dry. He could hear the ringing of his heart in his ears. He wanted more. Did she?
Rachel pulled back slightly, both of their lips only inches apart from each other. Their heavy breathing and heaving chests were the only sounds in the Tahoe. It felt like a pressure was building into a balloon and all they wanted to do is for someone to pop it.
Niall couldn’t take it anymore. He crashed his lips against Rachel’s tasting her minty breath from her gum. His lips rolled over hers as he cupped her face with both of his hands. There was no need to hide the spark between them. It was just the two of them in Niall’s SUV- no watching eyes, no judgement, no embarrassed teenagers. Rachel grabbed the nape of Niall’s neck pulling him closer. His tongue parted her lips, begging for entrance. Rachel’s teeth clicked Niall’s as his tongue rolled over hers. Rachel moved her head to kiss Niall’s neck, sucking on his tanned skin. Niall began to kiss gently on Rachel’s shoulder blade. He felt his body shake and his head became light. He had formed a slight sweat line along his hairline. He quickly pulled away from Rachel’s embrace. He had to adjust himself- it had been awhile since he became aroused from a woman.
“S-s-sorry. I just…” Niall stumbled over his words. How could he explain this?
“It’s alright,” Rachel ran her fingers through the back of Niall’s hair. “I should get inside. Daisy’s probably going crazy. Text me to let me know you get home safe.” Rachel stole one last kiss before heading inside. Niall’s heart rang as he watched Rachel greet Daisy. If he had been looking for a sign, he just got it. And when he got home, he did just that.
“What’s that on your neck? And mouth?” Mack asked as Niall walked into the front door.
“What? Nothing. None of your business. Go to bed at a decent hour. And feed Mr. Bubbles.” Niall walked up stairs thinking that this had been the best night of his life in a long time.
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Red Blood & A Heart of Gold VI
Summary: The gif is self explanatory
Jason Todd x reader
Chapter Six
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I watched as Hood jumped over the ledge without hesitation. After a minute, letting myself get thoroughly soaked by the rain; I turned toward the door only to find the Bat himself, glaring at me.
“Hi,” I said sheepishly, as if I were a child caught trying to sneak out.
“Are you alright?” He asked poignantly. I could only nod my head as the adrenaline was now long gone. My muscles ached, my side especially, which throbbed violently. I was afraid to take a step, thinking that I may fall over.
“How much of that did you actually see?” I asked, dread washing over me like the endless rain. There was a pregnant pause.
“Did he hurt you?” the Bat asked, taking a step forward, his cape cloaking his legs.
“N-no. Red hood actually helped.” I shook my head.
“I was talking about Black Mask.” he dead panned.
“No, I managed to give him a nasty headache though.”
“Good. Jim is downstairs arresting his men.” He added.
“Why aren’t you concerned about Hood hurting me?”
“Because that is something he would never do.”
“What, so you know him?”
He stood silent.
“Given his concern for your well-being over your recent encounters; he finds the need to make sure that you are out of harm’s way. He trusts you enough to allow you to see what is under that helmet.”
“He wears a mask under it so that one doesn’t really prove-“
“He listens to what you have to say.”
“How does he listen to me?”
“He didn’t kill anyone tonight. All of the men were subdued or maimed by gunshots, no bodies.”
“You think I have something to do with it?”
“It’s a start.”
“What’s a start? What are you talking about? How does he know me?! How do you know him?! Is there a super-secret club meeting I’m not a part of?!”
He simply stood silently.
“I’m beginning to wonder if you have any sort of humor.”
“I don’t recommend it as a coping mechanism.”
“I’m not about to take any advice from a man dressed as a bat.”
There was another pause, this time it was cut off by th sound of thunder.
“You should go see Gordon, befoer you get acute hypothermia.”
I nodded solemnly before making my way toward the door. I passed by the many officers scrambling around for evidence, or arresting many of the unconscious goons that were strewn around in uncomfortable positions. As I approached Gordon he did a double take as soon as he saw me soaked to the bone.
“Jesus, (Y/N)! You’re soaking wet!”
“I-I’m fine J-Jim.” I shivered teeth chattering; very not fine. Jim took his trench coat and placed it over me, ushering me to the open ambulance outside the front doors.
“You’re ice cold and shivering. Get in the damn ambulance. You did good.”
“I-is Wayne?”
“He’s fine. He called just like you said. He got his butler to take him home after we questioned him in a safe location.”
I nodded my head in response, not bothering to speak as I was too cold to try to. The medical technician took over, going through the protocols and giving me the proper blankets and other items to keep me warm.
My phone began to buzz within my pocket. I shimmeied around to pull it out of my pant leg. I looked down at the phone my brow furrowing at the name upon my screen.
“Hello?”
“Hey Jonesy! How are you?”
“Roy- I’m on duty.”
“Oh, I know.”
“You know? What you got psychic powers in that pea-brain there redhead?”
“Nah, but I love the soaking wet suit you got on. Didn’t I give you that as a birthday present?” I looked around, spotting a few news trucks and reporters but none were pointed at me. Where was the red-headed asshole?
“Your other left, dum-dum.” He said with a aused tone. I looked to my right, Easily spotting the man happily waving at me. For an adopted son of a billionaire, one would think he dress up once in a while. As soon as I spotted him; I gave him the finger, only to hear him cackle over the phone.
“How is the lovely (Y/N) Jones?” Harper sauntered up to me, a wde grin on his face. A ball cap was backwards on his square face, hiding his glorious head of red hair. He wore a jacket with a hoodie under it. He had in one hand his phone, and the other a drink carrier with two to go cups of what looked like tea and coffee.
“You look like shit.”
“Thanks, so do you.” I smiled back.
“So. We just gonna beat around the bush?”
“Excuse me?” I arched a brow.
“Why are you wet?”
I shoved him, making him laugh.
“Seriously though, you okay?” He asked in a more mature tone, handing me the to-go cup with the tea bag hanging out of it. I gratefully took the drink, letting it warm my hands before I dare take a sip.
“I’m fine. I’d like everyone to stop asking me that, personally.” I muttered, taking in the hot beverage. I reveled in the heat as it traveled down my throat and esophagus filling my innards with its warmth.
“Thank you, Roy.”
“Hey anything for my ex-girlfriend.” He smriked, making me choke on my current sip.
“God, you will never let that die, will you?” I shook my head.
“Nah, you can’t get rid of me that easy.”
“Why did I date you again?”
“My rougish charm.” He answered confidently. I burst out laughing.
“That and we were both mourning over our dead friend.”
“Yeah, that part always kills the mood,” He spoke with remorse as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Wait why are you in Gotham?”
“Well, I’m still in that rebellious phase with Ollie. So I moved to a place he absolutely hates.”
“You didn’t.”
“That’s right darling, This idiot moved into crime alley.” He pointed his thumb toward himself. I put my head in my hand. groaning.
“Roy, why on earth do you think that’s a good idea?” I asked.
“Would you feel better if we were living together?”
“I’ve seen your old apartment. So no; it wouldn’t.”
“Thought so.”
“And who takes air baths?! That’s not a thing!”
“Excuse me, Ben Franklin did and he was Ben Franklin.” Roy defended himself, puffing his chest out proudly before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Ben franklin was also in his seventies; so maybe he forgot to put the damn clothes on in the first place.”
“That’s a terrifying mental image.”
“You’re welcome, Harper.”
“Hey, you still and your grandmother’s old aprtment?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Just checking.”
“I don’t like the sound of that Harper.”
“Yeah, you really shouldn’t.” he chickled, flashing me an evil grin. One that could only result in endless prank wars. I groaned as he let out an overdone maniacal laugh.
“God, why did I date you; for two years!”
“Go ahead and tell the world, why don’t you.” he chuckled.
“Get me a mega-phone and I will.” I shot back, giving a small smile as he sat down beside me.
“Want me to drive you home?” He asked, eyeing me as I sipped the remnants of my tea.
“Last time you drove me home you stayed there for three days.”
“Well if I recall, we both enjoyed my stay.”
“Yeah,” I raised a suspicious brow.
“Look I just want to make sure that you get home safe. I promise I won’t scratch the bike.”
“How do you know if I even have it?”
“Because it was Jason’s.” He sipped his coffee, making me look at the asphalt.
“(Y/N), you probably still have some of his old hoodies; which you refuse to wash cause you don’t want to lose the smell.”
“I’ve washed them.” I scoffed.
“Sure.”
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Manipulation -part one
Hey so uh... I’m just going to apologize in advanced for this shit.
I got so unnecessarily carried away with this fic, and like... I don’t know guys. It’s a rough one. I was just experimenting with my angst writing and... jesus... yikes... This one got away from me real fucking fast.
It’s a little brutal. Kind of graphic. Look, I’m gonna be frank... some shit is said, alright?
There’s only two parts to this. Plus an epilogue. I’ll be posting the rest tomorrow.
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Kagome grunted hoarsely as she was tossed to the floor, the side of her body colliding against the hard wood below her kidnapper’s feet. She glared up at her foe currently towering over her, his muscular build casting a shadow around her body on the ground from the small torch high up on the wall behind him. He stared back at her with his pitch-black eyes, not a sliver of emotion on his face as she corrected her body positioning slightly, easing her bruised hipbone away from the hard surface it dug into.
“Are you ever gonna tell me who you are?” Kagome spewed, slowly inching away from the demon who hadn’t spoken a word since abducting her from the village she had been assisting. He’d appeared out of nowhere, startling the children that helped her pick herbs in the field, smirking daringly at the priestess as she quickly pushed the young girls behind her and pulled an arrow out of her quiver to align with her bow. The weapons were quickly smacked from her hands and Kagome had barely dodged his attack before she was grabbed by the waist, yanked over the demon’s shoulder, and whisked away.
His thin eyebrow cocked upwards at her question and he stepped forward to fill the gap Kagome had created, his lips slowly and menacingly curling upward into a grin, baring his sharp teeth at her.
“What does it matter? This information won’t be of any use to you if you’re dead.” He replied, his dark eyes boring into her soul, seemingly seeing every secret she held within. His skin was pale, his ears long and pointed like you’d imagine a fairy’s to be. He wore a dark green yukata, the material appearing thinner than a robe should be as the seasons changed from autumn to winter, and he wore his long, dark hair in a high ponytail, small strands of hair hanging loose around the edges of his hairline. There was no sclera to his eyes. All Kagome could see was the blackest of black gazing down at her menacingly, causing her lungs to hitch uncomfortably. She balled her fingers into fists, keeping her own stare fixed on his face, refusing to look away from the demon that had too much nerve for her to respect.
“Well, I’m not dead yet. I think I deserve to know who my attacker is and what, exactly, I did to become your target.” The amount of danger Kagome was in was beginning to settle into her gut. This wasn’t her first time being abducted. Not in a long shot. But Kagome was witty and could usually argue to stall her attacker, or even fight back, herself. Something was telling her that she was up against something or someone very different than anything she’d ever encountered before, and she just hoped she could stall long enough until Inuyasha could get there.
This was, admittedly, a slim chance of happening. She was nowhere near Inuyasha when the dark-eyed demon appeared. He was back in their village and she had agreed to aid another a few miles off, watching some children and teaching them about herbs and their remedies. He was too far to hear her scream, so Inuyasha showing up was merely a hope she could cling to in order to keep fighting. And she would keep fighting. She’d get herself out of here on her own if she had to.
“Oh, it’s not you I hold the grudge against.” The demon smirked, taking another step closer and kneeling before the priestess. Kagome quickly adjusted herself at his movements, sitting up completely and bracing her hands along the floor behind her, her knees folded up to her chest while her thighs tensed together protectively.
“Don’t tell me it’s my husband.” She warned, shaking her head and huffing as he cocked his head slightly. A rumble of confirmation emitted from his chest, the dark lids over his even darker eyes lowering halfway as he looked over her stiff form. “So, you took me to get back at him?”
“And, doesn’t it work out beautifully?” He laughed, his fangs shining brightly from the saliva pooling behind his lips, and he crawled closer to her. Kagome scooted backwards, focusing in on the items in her peripheral vision to see if any were close enough to use against the demon. “I planned on killing you quickly and maybe hanging your corpse out to dry so that Inuyasha could be greeted with the sight of your mutilated body, but maybe instead I’ll have some fun. At least to start. I’ve never laid with a priestess before.”
A blisteringly hot rush of fear doused Kagome’s body, starting at her cheeks and coursing through her veins down her neck, arms, torso, legs, and ending at her toes. She’d never been threatened this way before, and the way the monstrous demon licked his lips and inhaled her scent as he inched closer to her body that was agonizingly close to being backed against a wall had her inclined to believe that he was one to hold true to his plans. What the hell had Inuyasha done to piss this guy off so bad?
Kagome couldn’t sense the demon’s energy. If she weren’t staring directly at him as he crawled almost animalistically toward her, she’d never know he was actually there. It was like a nightmare where the only relief of him was closing her eyes and plugging her ears. His demeanor seemed overly-confident and bold. His stare, though hard to tell, seemed fixated not on her but inside of her. His eyes reminded her of demons you’d hear about in the present day; the ones that rose from hell and wreaked havoc on the innocent, threw things, screamed, were unseen to the common, and if possible, killed. The growl that emitted from his throat shook her to the core and had her fingers trembling so badly that she clenched them into fists once again, swallowing tightly and holding her breath in an attempt to seem stable and strong.
“Have some… “ Kagome started, biting back the twitch in her voice. “Laid with?”
“Could you imagine the half demon’s reaction to knowing I’d made you mine? It would enrage him entirely!” The demon seemed delighted as he explained. “And then I would kill you in front of him! I’d make him watch you bleed out onto the floor, and he’d understand he should have never crossed me!”
“Who are you!?” She asked through gritted teeth, feeling a fire flicker and burn inside of her.
“You still want to know? My name is Akiro.” He smiled, nuzzling his jaw into the crook of her neck. His hot, moist breath licked at her sensitive skin and she flinched as he finished his statement. “And you, Kagome, are my prey.”
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The quickly-approaching children could be heard from nearly half a mile off, Inuyasha’s ear flicking in the direction of the dense forest ahead of Kaede’s hut. He stood up straight after swinging the axe in hand one last time, the small log cut in two and falling in different directions to the grass beneath it, and took in the sound of the stomping feet smacking the earth at a fast pace. The smell of their thick sweat hit his sensitive nose and he could hear their panting and whimpering as they told each other to just keep going, they were close so just keep running, she had to live around here somewhere, keep running. His curiosity was peaked. There were two kids, one of them a little clumsier than the other. The speed of their bare feet hitting the dirt was slowing, and he could only imagine how exhausted their small legs had to be from the wheezing that emitted from their throats.
His golden eyes turned to the clearing in the trees just as the young girls burst through the shrubbery. Even from where he stood, he could tell their faces were bright red and slick with sweat, their hands barely able to hang onto one another anymore. And once their eyes landed on Kaede’s hut, the taller child in the lead yanked the smaller one into their final sprint, their high-pitched yells for the old priestess becoming louder and clearer and more panicked as they got closer.
Inuyasha dropped the tool he held immediately, running over to the kids as Kaede pushed the entrance mat to her home aside and rushed out as fast as her aging body allowed her to.
“Lady Kaede! Please, we need your help! Lady Kaede, hurry!” Their screams were broken and weak, and he could only imagine how badly their throats and lungs burned.
“Woah, woah, woah!” Inuyasha began, urging the two to stop and kneeling at their feet. “Slow down! You guys look like you’re about to pass out!”
“No, you don’t understand!” The older one declared, her bright blue eyes boring into him. “We’ve been attacked! The priestess Lady Kaede sent us was taken from our village! Lady Kaede, oh thank goodness!” She cried as the old woman hobbled closer. Inuyasha felt the air leave his lungs entirely while the muscles in his chest lost the ability to expand for more. Dread sunk and settled into the pit of Inuyasha’s stomach, burning at the walls of the organ and causing an indescribably dull pain.
“Lady Kaede, Lady Kagome is gone!” The younger one squeaked, her chest heaving up and down as she dropped the other girl’s hand and stepped closer to the priestess. “She was taken by the most terrifying creature! You must help save her! Where is her husband? Her kin? We have to alert them all!”
“Where did this happen?” Inuyasha instinctively asked, swallowing the burning fire that boiled and rose through his throat. His claws bit into the palms of his hands and he was seconds away from damning their explanations and running off to follow the girls’ scents back to the village they had come from.
“Inuyasha, wait!” Kaede demanded knowing full and well from plenty of past experiences that he intended to chase blindly after Kagome. “You must be rational in a situation such as this. It could possibly be much simpler to locate Kagome if you listened. You don’t know what you’re up against yet.”
“Or I could be wasting time!”
“Inuyasha?” The older girl inquired, her voice small and shaky from the nerves. Her curious eyes widened as they shot his way once more, the drumming in her chest beginning to calm slightly. “She spoke of you. You’re her husband?”
“Please, Inuyasha, hear what they have to say.” Kaede spoke lucidly from beside him.
“I don’t have time for this shit!” He fired, rising to stand.
“You cannot help her if you don’t know the circumstance, you stubborn fool! You should know by now that you could make matters worse!”
The hanyou let out a rumbling growl from the depths of his chest, muffling it behind his barely-parted lips and burying his desire to race off into the darkened forest, the last of the light in the sky disappearing behind the distant mountains and tree lines. He could feel his heart beating violently behind his ribcage, but he clenched his abdominal muscles to keep himself stilled, sighed out a ragged breath, and knelt before the little girls again.
“Yeah, I’m her husband, kid.” He finally answered, keeping his tone as cool as possible. “I need you to tell me what happened.”
The older girl huffed incredulously and fearlessly grabbed his calloused hand; her grip on his palm surprisingly strong as her little fingers pulled him to follow her, her other hand snatching the younger girl’s. “There’s no time for that right now! We can explain on the way! Come on! We’ll take you back to our village!”
Inuyasha, slightly taken aback by the girl’s determined demeanor, quickly brushed the feeling aside and took the incentive as it was, standing up tall to stop the older girl in her tracks and grabbing her by her waist. He pulled her over his head and allowed her to slide down in between his shoulder blades where she was able to comfortably cling to his shoulders, her legs just long enough to slightly wrap along his rib cage. He grabbed up the smaller child and hooked her in one arm as she curled the small fingers of one hand along the hem of his fire rat to anchor herself to his chest and pointed in the direction they’d come from.
“Hang on tight!”
He took off in a sprint, not running as fast as he would have had he been alone in case it endangered the children, and followed their cues, listening when either of them recognized a landmark and knew it was time to make a turn. He couldn’t help but notice the distance between his village and theirs as he ran, creating a stabbing pain in his gut. The further he got from home, the more he realized how far Kagome was from him to begin with, and even more so now as he focused on how long it must have taken the two tiny kids clinging to him to run the distance in order to retrieve him. How could he have let her go alone? How could he have let his defenses drop? He’d always hated when Kagome went away to help distant villages, but she’d convinced him months ago to let her start going alone. She claimed she was trying to better herself as a priestess and she couldn’t do that with someone constantly looking over her shoulder. She claimed it was her duty to help, and he couldn’t always be there in case he and Miroku were needed elsewhere to slay a demon. And for months now, things had been fine. She didn’t leave too often, but when she did, she always came back in one piece. So, Inuyasha began to relax. He enjoyed missing her while they were separated, because when either of them came back home, the reunion was sweet and intimate, and he could bask in her tender back strokes and joyful smile for the rest of his life.
The half demon cursed himself for being so goddamn selfish. His carelessness was what got his wife kidnapped. He’d hardly even asked how far this village was from their own. He didn’t get the details he should have. He’d helped her pack up a few essentials, made sure she had her bow and arrows for protection, and kissed her goodbye a few feet inside the forest line. That was it. If she was hurt, it was his damn fault.
Inuyasha could smell burning wood at different angles ahead and hear the villagers in the distance shouting names and orders, men checking in with the others and women shouting replies and demanding their children stay inside.
“I can see the clearing up ahead! Can you see it, mister Inuyasha?” The little girl in his arms asked, pointing her chubby finger once more as he pushed his legs to go just a little faster, knowing the kids could endure it for a short distance.
“The field is to your left!” The older one commanded as they came out onto a wide dirt road. He followed her lead, ignoring the shouts from the frantic villagers, changing his path and running straight into the field of cold, damp grass that wild plants populated. Inuyasha took in a breath through his nose, picking up on that familiar, warm and sweet scent that had become his home, noticing how weak and distant it was as he ached to breathe more of Kagome in. His pace slowed, the dark field hard to see in as he used his nose to guide him, the child on his back letting go and sliding off as she stumbled around his side and grabbed his free hand. She pulled him forward, guiding him to the area they must have been in before and he finally caught the strong and wonderful aroma he’d been searching for, creating a shaky pant to leave his lungs.
“She was sitting right here when the demon came out of nowhere!” She exclaimed, pointing to the spot she stood over. “And when she tried to protect us, he hit her!”
Inuyasha could feel the heat of anger quickly bubbling up through his abdomen, his heated, amber eyes wandering around the field in search of something, anything, that could be a clue as to who took Kagome. He stuck his nose out just an inch further, taking minor sniffs of the air to get a whiff of the bastard, but there were too many fragrances polluting the area. The weeds, the flowers, the herbs, the children, and the soot from the approaching burning torches clouded his senses.
“Her bow, mister Inuyasha! Her bow is there!” The little one in his arm shouted, making no motion to be separated from him, and pointing into the thick grass a few feet ahead. He closed the scant distance between them and the weapon, fighting back the deep and guttural growl that built up in his throat, but before he could kneel to pick it up the villagers jerked his attention their way.
“Papa!” The small one shouted excitedly, still not pushing out of Inuyasha’s hold.
“Where have you been?! We’ve been looking everywhere for the two of you!” The man in front demanded, swiftly passing his torch to a young boy next to him and crouching down in front of the older girl, grabbing her tightly by her upper arms so her eyes were focused on him and only him.
“We had to go get-“
“A demon attacked! You don’t just run off with your sister when that happens, you know better!”
“I know, papa, but we had to-“
“You’re just children! Your sister is only five and you eight! You could have been killed; you have no means to protect yourself! Do you have any idea what your mother has been through tonight?”
“Do you have any idea what Lady Kagome has been through!?” She snapped, her face bold with defiance. “She saved us, papa, and she was abducted! If we ran home, who would save her?”
The man’s eyebrows furrowed together, and his lips twitched downward before he turned his attention to the half demon holding his youngest daughter. “You have my deepest apologies.” He stated, the deepness of his voice still rough, standing tall and retrieving the torch from the young man. “How may we aid you?”
“You’ve done enough.” Inuyasha replied a little too quickly, eager to get back to his search for Kagome. He took a step forward to meet the man that stood only a few inches taller than he, passing off the small girl into her father’s free arm.
“You will save her, won’t you?” She asked as she settled into the crook of his elbow. “Lady Kagome will be okay, right?”
“She’ll be okay, kid.” He replied as confidently as he could. “I’ll save her, and I’ll let her know who her real heroes are.”
“Please hurry,” The older girl picked up the bow, holding it out to Inuyasha with both hands. He walked over to where she stood, clutching the item in his fingers. “He took her that way.” She stated, her head turning to face the dense trees.
Still, Inuyasha couldn’t catch the lingering scent of a demon and it pissed him off even further. How could he smell his wife and not the bastard that snatched her? It didn’t make any sense.
“Hey, can you tell me something?” He began, not looking away from the thick darkness inside the forest.
“Sure.”
“What did he look like?”
“He was tall and white! Super white!” The youngest proclaimed from her father’s arms.
“He had terrifying, black eyes and sharp teeth. Like yours. Um… He had long, dark hair that he tied up. And he was dressed in a green robe. He didn’t carry any weapons.” The older child specified.
Inuyasha ground his jaw, feeling the muscles below his temples flex and tighten, allowing the picture of his wife’s captor to become clear in his mind. Pale skin and black eyes was almost all he needed… He’d recently faced a demon like this on an excursion with Miroku. They were called to a village where men, women, and children were being taken in the night and killed just outside the village walls. This wasn’t the first report they’d received on the incident, either. Several villages before the last they’d visited told them of similar incidents, all of them claiming to hear a horrifying growl rip through the air just before a blood-curdling scream stilled the nights.
The demon was named Akiro. It took Miroku and Inuyasha months to finally track the guy down because he left no scent behind, and could only rely on rumors along with the monk’s strong ability to out-smart others once he caught onto a pattern. When they’d finally found their demon, he applauded them like the arrogant asshole he was. He openly explained that his strength lied in his mind’s capability to trick whoever he wanted, apparently even able to fool people from miles away. He made it so the most common things demon slayers searched for were hidden completely. So, his fowl aura and stench were basically nonexistent, even when Miroku and Inuyasha were less than a yard away.
They had failed to kill him. He was bold and cocky, but Inuyasha had realized it was literally only his tricks that he relied on. Akiro never made an effort to physically fight the two of them, mostly because he’d made it impossible for them to come at him, so he wouldn’t have to. Or so they thought. It was a fucking hoax, and once Miroku had wormed his way out of it, he made to attack. Inuyasha wasn’t too far behind and thrusted his Tetsusaiga into a powerful windscar. Akiro barely dodged it, his arm and shoulder damaged by the attack and bleeding profusely, the blood staining his paper-white skin as it dripped down the length of his arms, down his twitching fingers, and onto the dirt below his feet. He used another mind trick to stop them from pursuing as he ran away, and villages had been silent about his attacks since.
If Inuyasha hadn’t have failed that damn mission, if he had kept attacking and didn’t concentrate on how absolutely mind fucked he felt, he could have ended it right then and there. He could have killed the twisted bastard that left bodies mutilated and battered for friends and family to find outside of the village borders and he wouldn’t have to face the reality that Akiro now had Kagome in his possession, while he was doing who-knows-what to her.
“Thanks, kid.” Inuyasha forced himself to say through his stiff jaw, giving the two a small glance behind him. He could see the worried look etched into the older one’s features as she hardened her stance and stepped closer. “Hang onto this for me, would ya?” He held out the red bow to her, and she quickly went to take it back.
“I’ll keep it safe until you come back.” She stated firmly, clutching it close to her chest. Inuyasha jumped into the trees, using Kagome’s lasting scent as his guide. The demon was smart, sure. He covered his tracks. But he wasn’t smart enough to cover hers, and that would be his undoing. Inuyasha would make sure of it.
~
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Kagome shrieked, throwing a large, ceramic vase at the demon a few feet from her with all the strength she could muster up in her slightly spent body. Her hair was disheveled, the unruly waves falling around her face while her thick bangs stuck to the sweat along her forehead. She felt heat pooling under the skin at the corner of her bottom lip while the puffiness of the area provided a dull numbness where her mouth closed, the harsh, copper liquid coming from the open wound seeping both down her chin and along her tongue. Her cheek was sore from the slaps Akiro had served her, his fingers eventually curling as he grew more and more frustrated from her never-ceasing struggle to remove herself from underneath him, the stinging strikes evolving into three solid punches along the bone just below her eye. He stopped when she’d whimpered and stilled, breathing shallowly along the cheek he’d bruised, and giving her the open opportunity to buck him forward with a powerful thrust of her hips, allowing her to scramble across the small room and distance herself from him.
His pale arms were scraped from her nails digging into whatever skin she could find, streaks of red decorating his forearms, small speckles of blood prickling out along the scratches. His mouth curved downward while his top lip twitched along with his boiled growl.
“Insolent wench.” He cursed, baring his fangs and clenching his fists. Kagome took another step back, pressing her back firmly against the wall behind her, her eyes wandering around the room for anything else she could defend herself with. “You’ll regret defying me.”
“I don’t think I will.” She declared, eyeing a smaller vase in the corner across the room. Other than that, she was out of options. There was nothing more around that she could utilize. She’d already pushed the table towards him -her first line of defense- when she’d wormed her way out of his clutches. It was heavier than she’d initially thought, and she’d only managed to bump him, but it created a small distraction as he pushed it aside and Kagome was able to grab the four sitting cushions around and toss them his way with every ounce of strength her arms and shoulders harbored. Cushions, alone, would hardly do damage, but with enough force they could provide a sting and give her time to get towards the large, ceramic vase she thought she could do some real damage with. Kagome was hardly able to pick it up over her head and chuck it towards her attacker, her muscles trembling under the weight of it, the item falling short and missing him by an inch or two.
“I’ll make sure you do!” Akiro snarled, launching at her. Kagome pushed off the wall, ducking as his arm swung, his fingers catching in a tangle at the end of her dark strands. She could feel the tear from some of the hair leaving her scalp as his nails came free, the force of the yank causing her to stumble forward, losing her balance and crashing to the ground.
Something about this demon was off. Aside from his missing aura and pitch-black eyes, something seemed completely unnerving about her opponent. He was clever. He had a knack for saying the crudest and most disturbing things in order to get under your skin, painting vivid images in your mind of torture and death. He knew how to make you feel hopeless and empty and like everything was already gone as he threatened to take it away. It wasn’t amusement he got from a person’s terror, though. It was uncensored and disconcerting bliss. Kagome was practically watching the man get off as he held her down and described in full detail every brutal act he promised not only on her, but on Miroku’s daughter after he’d finished with Kagome’s body. He even specifically stated he would only murder one of the twins, so that whenever Sango and Miroku looked upon their living, little girl they’d be reminded only of the one that was taken from them.
Akiro was sick, twisted, perverted, grotesque, and undeniably evil. But he wasn’t wise. His arrogance seemed to blind him and that was how she was able to eventually escape his grasp. He wasn’t necessarily as strong as your typical demon either. She’d playfully wrestled with Inuyasha before, and even then, she was no match in the strength department. So, given he was a half demon and she didn’t stand a chance, how was she able to put up a fight with the demon she faced now? Kagome wouldn��t say he was entirely weak, physically. He was, after all, able to carry her for miles over his shoulder, throw her down with quite a bit of force, and unabashedly pin her to the ground. He was just weaker than any other demon, half blood or not, she’d personally encountered.
So where did his real strength reside? Kagome was more than willing to settle on his sharp tongue and daring talent for mind-numbing manipulation. That couldn’t be all, though. She was missing an important detail. There was something more to her foe that she just couldn’t put her finger on.
Akiro quickly followed Kagome’s path as she tried to crawl backwards and away from him with her elbows, feeling the hard floor and the bones of her forearms collide together uncomfortably. He threw himself to his knees in an attempt to straddle her hips once more, but she quickly curled up her legs, turned them away and pushed to her hands and knees in order to climb to her feet and run. His long fingers swiftly wrapped around one of Kagome’s ankles and jerked her back to the ground, her chin colliding with the floor and her upper teeth crunching down on the already-swollen lip she sported. She reached forward with an arm as Akiro slowly dragged her backwards, outstretching her fingers as far as she physically could just to graze the small vase with enough force that it wobbled and tipped, the long neck of the ceramic pot landing in her direction. The demon turned Kagome over, achieving his goal and pinching the sides of her hips to pin her in place with the thick muscles of his thighs.
“I’m going to kill you, Kagome.” He growled dangerously, his hot breath burning the sensitive and thin skin of Kagome’s lips as he held his face only inches above her own. “I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m going to kill you, and I’m going to do it all so slowly and satisfyingly you’ll wish you’d sat here and taken the beating like the good, little girl you ought to have been.”
“No.” Kagome whimpered.
“It would have been quick! It could have been over with by now!” Akiro laughed, a bit of drool dripping from his teeth and onto her cheek, searing Kagome’s sweat-dampened flesh. “Now look at you. You just had to be the hero, didn’t you? No, you can’t hurt their child. I won’t let you.” He was mocking her, hitching his voice to a higher octave and loosening the top of her kosode to easily drag his nails along the length of her sternum. “As if you could do anything to stop me. The half breed and monk didn’t stand a chance, so what makes you think you do? You’re weak. You are nothing. And you will die.”
“I…” Kagome’s hand continued reaching above her, extending further to graze the smooth ceramic while using her free hand to push Akiro’s face away from her own, the heel of her palm pressing aggressively into his high cheekbone. She reached even further, gritting her teeth and flicking her middle finger along the neck of the vase until her index was able to feel it too, the muscle at her shoulder blade cramping painfully. “…am not weak!”
Kagome clutched the pot within her trembling fingers, swinging it forward and shattering the hardened clay along the demon’s forehead, slivers falling along her cheeks and the floor beneath her. He stilled, his wide, black eyes staring off to the side of her, and Kagome watched the thick, red blood seep from the new wound on his head. It glided around his brow bone in different directions, curving along his nose and temple, dripping down his cheek, stilling where gravity had it pool, and then dropping onto the bruised flesh just below her left eye.
She gasped, the high-pitched, breathy sound echoing in her ears as the room was silent and he seemed to wobble above her. She used the opportunity to push him off, his lower half sinking down while she wriggled and squirmed her way out. He collapsed to the floor, eyes half-lidded, and his chest rising and falling slowly.
She wanted to take a moment to gather herself, her body shaking uncontrollably from the amount of shock and adrenaline coursing through her veins, but she knew she didn’t have time to sit around. Kagome needed to go. She needed to find her way out and run as far as she could, as fast as she could. A lump formed in her throat as she resisted the urge to curl into herself, wiping the sticky blood from her mouth on her white sleeve and gently sucking on her bottom lip. She took her other sleeve and hastily ran it over her face in an attempt to get Akiro’s blood off of her, ignoring the painful ache along her left cheekbone.
Kagome curled her legs beneath her, steadying herself in a tabletop position before rising to her feet. She peered down at her attacker one last time to make sure there were no changes in his condition, and then slowly made her way around his body, stepping carefully over the broken shards of decorated clay. Noticing a large, pointed piece along her path, Kagome stopped to pick it up, holding and adjusting the jagged would-be weapon to make sure it fit properly in her small palm. Nodding approvingly, she held it close and made her way out the sliding doors, silently shutting it behind her.
The halls were quiet and still. It was exactly what you’d imagine a haunted home to feel like; distant from civilization, empty, run down, eerie, and cold. Kagome tried to stay rational, reminding herself that the seasons were changing. Autumn was quickly turning to winter outside, and she could tell the sun had set long ago. The night had anchored in and temperatures were, naturally, going to drop. As for the unsettling feeling Kagome got from the home, it was something she was just going to have to deal with. Akiro was creepy, therefore his house would be creepy. It only made sense.
Kagome tiptoed down the hallway, listening for any signs of life from inside the rooms as she searched for a way out. She didn’t remember the halls being quite so long when she was brought in over Akiro’s shoulder. In fact, she didn’t remember the halls, period. Nothing around looked familiar, and Kagome couldn’t pinpoint how many lefts and how many rights she’d taken to get to the room Akiro laid unconscious in now.
Everything was a blur from the moment she was abducted, and Kagome blamed the amount of adrenaline currently surging through her body. It was like electricity, the way it caused her fingers to tremble and her legs to feel unsteady, yet her knees never buckled, and her mind was surging at a mile a minute. She couldn’t feel the pain under her eye, her split lip, or any other part of her body that Akiro had manhandled. All Kagome could think about was getting out. It was tunnel vision. She couldn’t concentrate on details like direction, time, or even the distance between where she stood and any nearby village. Her brain would only drag her back to focus on her feet that moved of their own accord, stepping as quickly and quietly as she possibly could. Her eyes flicked from wall to wall, homing in on doors in the distance. Her ears rang with her own voice urgently demanding her to find safety, get the hell out of this place and hide, run and don’t stop, find the way out and book it.
Kagome approached a sliding door, pressing her ear to the side of it in order to hear if anyone was on the other side. Silent. She gripped the wooden border of it at the middle, sliding one side of the door open just enough to see through. Another bedroom. With each bedroom she checked, a dull ache began to grow within her stomach, cramping and churning. It seemed there were an endless number of bedrooms in the godforsaken place, but not a single exit to the outside world. Sighing out a shallow breath of disappointment, Kagome braced herself to keep moving when the distant sound of fevered stomping caught her attention. It was like a small stampede heading her way, getting louder and louder as she stood there wondering from which direction the guards seemed to be coming.
Her fight-or-flight response kicked into high gear, the danger she was in suddenly palpable, and Kagome stepped behind the door she’d opened and silently slid it shut, rushing over to a closet and climbing to fold herself on top of the blankets on the shelf before shutting the small door and waiting in total darkness. Kagome covered her nose and mouth with her hand, trying to slow her heavy lungs and breathe as quietly as possible. Her heart pounded violently behind her ribcage as she listened to the approaching men outside of the room, weapons clinking about. A deep, boisterous voice she didn’t recognize ordered for guards to check all nearby rooms, barking about the importance of retrieving the runaway they were searching for. Kagome attempted to flatten herself more, imagining herself becoming smaller and smaller along the musty-smelling blanket she curled up on, her muscles cramping as she fought the quivers her body gave. The doors to the room Kagome hid in opened noisily, the wooden borders slamming along the outer edges of the gliding rails, and she swallowed her breath, her chest muscles tensing and tightening. There were at least two guards inside, walking about the room and checking behind and underneath the few items they could. Kagome fought the urge to shut her eyes and wish them away, knowing they were bound to check the closet next. She took the lesion on the side of her bottom lip into her mouth, reopening the clotted wound with the aggressive suck, swallowing the taste of copper and holding back the snivel that built up as the fear boiled and rose within her.
It happened so quickly, Kagome hardly had time to process what could be taking place out in the hall. Running, loud cursing, metal clanking against metal, men screaming and dropping to the floor, then silence. She waited a moment, desperately trying to hear through the stunning quiet and assess the situation just outside the doors she squatted behind. And then hope began to reenter her veins at an alarming rate and she opened the closet door as she wriggled herself out from the second shelf, dancing along the tips of her toes of one foot until she got the other one free.
There he stood, clad in all red and smiling warmly at her from his place at the entrance to the room, Tetsusaiga in one hand while he held his other out to her.
“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Inuyasha calmly stated, taking a couple of steps towards her once she gained her bearings.
“Inuyasha!” Kagome practically sobbed, wanting to run into his warm, safe arms and never let go, but her feet stayed frozen in place. There was a sinking feeling in Kagome’s gut that she knew she’d never be able to describe in words if she ever recounted this moment to another. Her mind was telling her home and security stood only five feet away, but her abdomen kicked and screamed that something wasn’t right and to stay put. Her brain and her gut were battling ferociously, and the sickening feeling paralyzed her. That didn’t stop the tears from brimming at her lids and burning her brown eyes or stop the grin on her face from growing wider as he took one more step in her direction, or stop the enthusiastic half laugh, half sob that emitted from her throat.
“Are you okay, Kagome?” He stood in the center of the room now, the warm smile never fading from his handsome face.
“I’m fine.” She replied, hoping she didn’t look as bad as she imagined, still glued to her spot just outside of the closet. She placed her hands along her stomach, the bubbling feeling behind her flesh making it seem as if she was going to puke so she swallowed thickly as a precaution to keep everything down.
What could be wrong? Inuyasha was here but neither of them moved to touch the other. She was supposedly safe, but as her gut began to win the war against her head, she no longer believed it. Her dark eyes shifted around the room, the guards she’d heard earlier gone and probably either dead or unconscious in the hall. No sounds stood out, and she couldn’t feel any negative energy nearby. Everything seemed to be okay, so what, exactly, was throwing Kagome off?
“Kago-“
A burning sensation abruptly soared through Kagome’s veins, a hot sweat prickling out along her hairline and down her spine. Her lungs contracted, and she nearly choked on her painful gasp as Inuyasha’s golden eyes widened and stared to the ground. The half demon stumbled forward slightly, his jaw hung open, and his torso curled over as he clutched his abdomen. He lifted a hand to look at his palm and Kagome could see the dark red liquid that trickled between his knuckles and down the backside of his hand. The spear that pierced his stomach from behind was dyed crimson, and Kagome watched as the guard behind Inuyasha twisted the rod to increase the agonizing pain, causing the hanyou to scream and encircle his hands around the sharp bladed in an attempt to stop the brutal attack, blood spilling and pouring around his fingers.
“Inuyasha?” She didn’t know why her voice came out so small when she really wanted to scream. She didn’t know why she didn’t move from where she stood when she really wanted to simultaneously hold her now-wounded husband while telling him everything would be alright, and attack the wretched being who’d hurt him. All Kagome could manage to do was release weak, trembling gasps and watch as Inuyasha wiped the blood that leaked from his lips and tried to regain his composure as best as he could with a spear stabbing through his gut.
“Found you.” Akiro’s familiar, taunting voice sang from the doorway, his arms folded over his chest and a crooked smirk curving his lips upward, the blood that stained his face curling along the lines from his smile. Four men stood beside and behind him, all with swords, knives, and spears in hand. He clicked his tongue in disappointment, slowly crossing the room towards Kagome whose eyes quickly shifted between the terrifying demon and Inuyasha.
“You bastard!” Inuyasha growled, the man firmly gripping the spear through his abdomen to make sure he didn’t launch at Akiro.
“Now look what you’ve gone and done, Kagome.”
“You stay the hell away from her!”
Akiro spared a small glimpse at the half demon in front of Kagome, a faint look of disgust tainting his features before swiftly looking back at the priestess. Inuyasha attempted to move toward them but the guard twisted the spear once more, pulling him back and causing the hanyou to release an anguished cry.
“Stop! Stop it! Inuyasha! Let me go! Inuyasha!” Akiro’s arms were wrapped around Kagome now, holding her back as her legs suddenly remembered how to move and she struggled to get to the bleeding hanyou.
“You did this, Kagome! It only had to be you that died, but you were too selfish! Now look what you’ve done to your precious Inuyasha!” The demon laughed, his voice growing deeper and more vicious with each word he spoke. Her vision blurred as Kagome blinked rapidly through the spilling tears, shaking her head and fighting against Akiro’s hold. “No? Still don’t think you’re to blame, priestess?”
“Kagome!” Inuyasha shouted as the men in the background stepped closer, their dark, shadowed eyes trained on the demon that began to crumble from the pain of the sharp rod through his stomach.
“Inuyasha! No! Inuyasha!”
“Stop fighting, Kagome! Stop fighting and watch your beloved half demon die!”
The men raised their weapons high in the air, holding them there for a moment as Inuyasha and Kagome locked eyes one last time. Dark liquid seeped from Inuyasha’s open mouth, dribbling down his chin and to the wooden floor beneath him. The black pupils in his amber eyes dilated, and his body dropped to the ground completely as the guards repeatedly pierced his thick skin with their sharp blades.
Kagome screamed Inuyasha’s name as his eyes went dull and became half-lidded. She screamed it over and over, trying desperately to get his attention, because there was no way Inuyasha would ever die so easily. Ever. She’d seen him get through hell and back with hardly a scratch on him, so this couldn’t be happening. He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t dead. She didn’t realize that she was fighting against Akiro so hard that he now held her by her waist, her body lifted in the air so that she couldn’t use the ground as leverage any longer. She swung her feet back and forth, attempting to crash her flailing heels with any part of the demon holding her, and dug her nails along with the side of the shard into the pale skin of his forearms as hard as she could. He cursed under his breath and demanded she stop, but Kagome kept it up. She kicked, and she clawed, and she pushed, and she screamed for Inuyasha as loud as she possibly could until her throat burned, and her voice croaked and cracked, but nothing worked. He didn’t flinch as she called out to him, begging him to get up. He didn’t flinch as the men removed their weapons from his torso. He didn’t even flinch when two of them grabbed him by his feet and dragged his limp body from the room, a thick trail of crimson left behind where he once laid.
#inuyasha#kagome#inukag#angst#action#inuyasha fic#inuyasha fanfic#inuyasha fanfiction#inukag fanfic#inukag fanfiction#inukag fic#akitokihojo#my writing#kagome higurashi#inukag angst#inukag oneshot#inuyasha oneshot#actually its a two shot but ok
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Ashes of Night [Chapter 3: Meet the Family]
Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character
Summary: A young college student stumbles upon a man from the past, right in her very apartment. The man doesn't know why he's suddenly 119 years in the future, but maybe this is a second chance at a better life.
Warnings: familial abuse (sibling abuse) and one protective cowboy.
Over the course of the next few days, Arthur Morgan learned about the 21st century and mannerisms, even trending topics and the such. He learned about technology and Shelby explained how technology worked, including a cell phone and a computer. She was patient with him, teaching him about what happened in the 119 years since 1899, and he was quite a fast learner. In addiction, they asked each other questions about their lives and Shelby answered questions that she was comfortable with.
She was 25-years old, and was a professional author in the horror genre, and a college student, working towards a four year degree in Photography. Despite her attitude towards him, Arthur realized Shelby had multiple mental disorders, including Anxiety, Depression and sometimes, Insomnia. She had also been recently diagnosed with a small form of PTSD, due to an attack when someone tried to mug her while she was in New York a few months ago. Arthur wasn't quite sure how all the disorders worked, and with the facts and stories he had told Shelby, she was certain he had PTSD as well, though they couldn't prove it until he saw a psychologist.
Shelby had to explain to Arthur that her Anxiety can make her feel so many things at once; worry about so many little things, and even cry over them. Arthur had asked what could be done to help someone through an anxiety or panic attack, and she gave him some tips, in case she were ever to have one while he was around. Her cat was a registered 'Emotional Support' Animal and she was working on getting a Service Dog, whom she would be getting in the next month or so.
Arthur still had some trouble taking everything in, but Shelby promised him it would all be easier once he had been in the future for much longer. Arthur told her what he was comfortable with, and even showed her his artwork in his journal, which Shelby had commented happily. Shelby, besides being an author and photographer, was an artist and a painter on the side, and said she would take him to a painting class in South Bend sometime.
Sunday came too fast, too soon and Shelby was dreading going there and having to deal with her sister. She had three siblings, a younger sister and was the middle child in a set of triplets, with Seth being the oldest and Shepherd being the youngest. The three were fraternal twins, to which Shepherd and Seth only had some similar features.
She had made two dozen of chocolate chip cookies for her family, knowing her sister would just bribe her for cookies and then turn around and treat her like absolute garbage. Arthur didn't have siblings, so he didn't know just how bad their rivalry was. Shelby was a peacekeeper, Mia was a complete trouble maker and tended to get into drugs with her ass-hat of a boyfriend.
Shelby was completely dreading and more when they pulled into the driveway of their parents' house. Shelby was dressed casually, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with her famous red and black plaid shirt, which Arthur noticed was her favorite shirt. She almost always wore it over something. Arthur was dressed like her, dark blue jeans that showed off his long legs and a blue plaid shirt and his black hat.
Shelby turned off the vehicle and pulled the keys out, grabbing her shoulder purse and the container of cookies from the back seat. She and Arthur stepped out of the car, just as an older woman came out of the front of the two-story house.
“Hi, baby!” the woman greeted as she hugged her eldest daughter.
“Hey mama.” Shelby said with a smile, hugging her mother back. “Mom, this is Arthur Morgan. He's my new roommate.”
“Pleased to meetcha, ma'am.” Arthur said politely, tipping his hat at her.
“Oh my, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Morgan.” the older woman smiled. “Come inside!”
The three of them went inside the house, where Shelby took off her boots and set them by the door, Arthur following suit. He took off his hat as well and hung it up by the other hats on the coat rack. Shelby introduced Arthur to her father and brothers, who immediately took an interest in the cowboy.
“Where are you from, Mr. Morgan?” Allen asked, shaking Arthur's hand.
“Texas, born and raised.” Arthur replied with a nod, going with the story that he and Shelby agreed on.
“Texas, huh? I heard it's pretty hot out there.” Allen said.
“It is, 's that dry heat.” Arthur nodded.
“So, how did you meet my daughter?” Allen asked, to which Shelby rolled her eyes.
“Dad, you can ask him more questions later.” Shelby sighed, placing the container of cookies on the breakfast bar.
“Well, can we offer you anything, Mr. Morgan? Water, soda, a beer perhaps?”
“A beer would be mighty nice, Mr. Hartford.” Arthur replied.
“If you get drunk, I'm leaving you in the truck to sleep.” Shelby said, giving a light pat to Arthur's bicep. “Where's Maria?”
“Outside, playing with Parker. Go see her, sis.”
Shelby grumbled underneath her breath and told Arthur she'd be back in a few, then opened the sliding glass door that led to a decent sized backyard. Maria, who was two years younger than Shelby, was just walking up the steps with her white Peekinese, Parker. She paused when she saw her older sister. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey.” Shelby said.
“So, how are you doing?” Maria asked.
“I'm okay, getting ready for fall semester.” Shelby replied. “You?”
“Just working.” Maria replied, and glanced through the glass door, seeing their father speaking to Arthur. “That's your boyfriend, huh?”
“No, just a friend.” Shelby corrected, shaking her head.
“You sure? How'd someone so hot get into contact with you?”
Shelby felt her stomach churn. This is the reason she didn't want to deal with her sister 99 percent of the time. She kept a blank expression, taking a deep breath before exhaling. “Friends, nothing more.” she repeated, before walking back inside. She brushed past Arthur, who noticed her hands were trembling slightly. He didn't say anything, and watched as she sat down on the couch, and smiled when a small, white dog jumped onto her lap, licking her face.
He knew something wasn't right, and he already had a hunch.
With beef and noodles, there was mashed potatoes, salad and a fruit salad. Desert was Shelby's chocolate chip cookies, and Maria brought a chocolate pie, while Shepherd brought an excellent cake that he made from scratch. He was going to school to be a professional baker and planned on opening his own shop. They sat outside on the large deck, having the umbrella up to block out the sun. Arthur and Shelby sat next to each other on one side, while Shepherd sat on the other side of Arthur and Maria sat on the end next to Shelby, with Seth on the other end and Maria's boyfriend and their parents on the other side.
Shelby hardly spoke, letting her parents ask Arthur questions. She poked at her food for a few minutes, before she began eating. She began to notice Maria leaning over, her hand disappearing underneath the wooden table and then she felt her began to pinch her, hard, right through her jeans. Shelby jolted from the pinches and moved away from Maria, but the youngest sibling found a way to keep pinching her, whether it was with her toes or fingers.
Arthur's deep, baritone laugh brought Shelby out of her thoughts and she felt her face flush upon hearing it. She loved the sound of it.
“Ow! Stop pinching me, Shelby!”
Shelby jumped in her seat, startled when Maria exclaimed out, holding her thigh in fake pain. “I'm not even near you...” Shelby muttered.
“Girls, please don't start.” Suzanna, their mother, sighed.
Shelby went quiet once more, finishing her food faster than everyone else. She informed that she was going to put her plate up, then go to the bathroom. She did just that and did her business in the bathroom, washing her hands afterwards. She had examined her thigh, seeing the already forming bruises on her pale skin. She only shook her head and started to open the door, when it swung in forcefully and hit her right in the nose. She staggered backwards, holding her nose and winced when fingers dug into her short locks painfully, tugging.
“Seriously, what does Arthur see in you?” Maria sneered, digging the nails of her other hand into Shelby's shoulder painfully. “You're nothing but a lowlife, scum of the earth. Mom said that you nearly died during birth. You should've.”
Shelby opened her mouth to speak, to defend herself, but Maria's fist came barreling towards her, hitting her right in the face. It happened quite a few times, and once she was satisfied, Maria tossed Shelby onto the floor, letting her suffer from a bleeding nose.
“I'll always been the favorite. You know that, so quit trying to make everyone else look bad.” she scoffed, before leaving the bathroom.
It took Shelby a few minutes before she got up, beginning to clean up the mess. Some blood dripped onto her black shirt, but it was easy to hide, so she wiped it up as best as possible. After a couple more minutes, she heard a knock on the door, and Arthur's voice.
“Ya 'right in there, Shelby? Yer sister said somethin' about a bloody nose.”
“I'm fine.” she replied, spitting out blood into the sink.
“Ya don' sound fine.” the man said and opened the door, startled when he saw the lower half of her face covered in streaks of blood. “Jesus, wha' the hell happened?”
“Maria happened, Arthur.” Shelby sighed, muffled by the tissue.
“C'mere. Lemme see that nose....” he said, pulling the tissue away from her nose. He could see light bruising beginning to form around her nose, and even around her left eye. “She hit ya? Over what?” he asked, grabbing a fresh tissue and holding it to her nose.
“It's always been like this.” Shelby muttered, looking down at the floor as Arthur held a hand on her shoulder, keeping her still. “She's always wanted the attention. She's jealous of my success, and miserable that she's stuck with a dead-end job because she's lazy and got kicked out of school because of her grades.”
“And she abuses ya because of that? I reckon that's jus' stupidity.” Arthur shook his head.
Shelby shrugged, and Arthur found himself hating the way she just dismissed it. No sibling should abuse the other just because of the other's success. It was wrong. It was vile. Shelby had been patient with him, though she did get annoyed at times, but she never once got snappy with him, or tried to insult him or hit him. He hadn't been here a week yet, and he found himself wanting to protect the young woman who took his life in her hands, teaching him about the ways of the 21st century and helping him through it, instead of letting him rot.
Shelby sniffled, bringing the older man out of his thoughts. He pulled the tissue away from her nose, examining it. “Looks like the blood stopped.” he said, tossing the tissue in the trash. He grabbed another one and got it wet, before he gently wiped the blood away from her face.
“I'm fine, Arthur.” she said quietly.
“Don' give me that.” Arthur scoffed. “Ya want me t' say somethin'?”
“No, just....leave it be for now.” Shelby sighed, sniffling again.
After a moment, he agreed and got her cleaned up, then they both left the bathroom and headed downstairs. Shepherd and Seth had begun cleaning up dinner, talking among themselves.
“You okay, honey?” Suzanna asked.
“I'm fine, mom.” Shelby nodded, going to sit on the couch. The smaller dog, a chihuahua, jumped onto her lap and immediately rolled over for belly rubs.
Arthur walked over to the coat rack and grabbed his hat off of it, before walking over to Shelby. “Here.” he said, plopping the hat onto her head gently. “Hold that fer me.”
Shelby was startled when Arthur plopped the hat onto her head and she looked up at him from under the hat, before she flushed and looked down quickly, hiding underneath the hat.
Suzanna laughed. “It looks good on you, sis!”
“Shut up.” Shelby mumbled, embarrassed.
After the dishes were done and everything was cleaned up, it was time for desert. Nearly everyone took a cookie, except for Maria, who claimed her cookies were better and also insulted Shepherd's cake, which made him glare at her.
“Maria, please....” Shelby said quietly.
“Please, what?” Maria snapped. “And take that hat off, you look dumb as fuck with it on.”
Shelby's hands shook and her face flushed as tears formed in her eyes. She hid her face underneath the black hat, clutching it as her shoulders trembled. Arthur could see tears sliding down her cheeks and his heart ached for the sweet, young woman. His eyebrows scrunched, and his blue eyes narrowed. He wasn't holding back anymore.
“I think ya outta leave, miss.” Arthur spoke, directing his suggestion to Maria.
“Excuse me?” Maria blinked.
Arthur's broad arm went around Shelby's trembling shoulders, bringing her against his side, as if to protect her from the world around them. Shelby was surprised, and glanced up at the older man from under the hat.
“Ya heard me.” Arthur said. “Why ya gotta abuse yer sister? Huh? She's done nothin' wrong to ya, except maybe a few names here and there. She's a sweet girl, unlike yourself.”
“Excuse me?!” Maria exclaimed.
“I haven't known Shelby for that long, but she's a brilliant young woman.” Arthur said, his grip tightening on her shoulder slightly, though not painful in any way. “And if yer jealous of her success, then why don' ya just make yer own success, instead of abusing yer sister for hers. I can't stand siblings who abuse each other for stupid reasons, and ya, miss, are one of those siblings.”
“H-how dare you-?!”
“Maria, just leave.” Suzanna said, angry. “You've done enough. Also, get rid of that shitty boyfriend you have. He's just dragging you under.”
Maria stared at everyone for a long moment before she burst into loud crying and left the house, her boyfriend tailing after her. Arthur sighed, looking down at Shelby who was staring at him in awe. “Aw, don' look at me like that, Shelby. Friends gotta stick up fer each other.” he said, reaching up to wipe her tears away with his thumb.
The rest of the night went by smoothly and around 10 PM, Shelby decided it was time to leave and gave her family hugs, before she and Arthur went back to the apartment. Arthur hadn't asked for his hat back, letting her wear it. Once they were in the apartment, Shelby took her shoes off, hanging her purse and keys up by the door.
“Look, I'm sorry fer embarrassin'-” Arthur began.
He was interrupted when the young woman turned towards him and her arms were going around his middle, pressing against his chest in a gentle, but firm hug. Arthur was startled for a moment, before he relaxed and placed an arm around her shoulders and the other around her head, rubbing the back of her head almost affectionately.
“Thank you, Arthur.” Shelby said softly, pressing her face into his shirt.
“Don' mention it, kid.” he said, rubbing the back of her head.
#arthur morgan x original female character#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#shelby hartford [OC]#Shelby Hartford/Arthur Morgan#fic: ashes of night
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Sum’n Bitch: pt1
It started 10 years ago…
“Maya, I mean it, it’s time to go!” I heard my father yell from the bottom of the stairs. I groaned as I blew out my candles and grabbed my book bag. He was interrupting my morning rituals.
“I’m coming…” I shouted back as I stood up. I went to the closest mirror and checked to see if my hair was still in place and it was. I opened the door, running downstairs to greet my father with a kiss on the cheek. He held out the brown bagged lunch he made for me so early in the morning and kissed my forehead. “Sorry I’m late, pappy.” I joked.
“Don’t call me pappy. That makes me feel old.” He replied laughing a bit.
“You are old!” I said walking towards the end of the driveway to go to my school bus. I was too far away for him to rebuttal and he just smiled and waved.
It was just another dreaded school day. When I got closer to my bus stop, my friend Louise waved at me from across the street. Her long copper hair hanging on either side of her pale face beneath her black page boy cap, a stunning smile pulling at her thick, curvy lips. I grinned, waving back and running towards her to engulf her in the biggest hug. We chatted like every day as we waited in the humidity of dawn for the bus. Luckily, it wasn’t too cold today, I had forgotten my jacket on my way out and the sheer white top I wore wasn’t doing me any favors. “Damn…” I exclaimed as the bus pulled up, trying to gather my thoughts as the day approached. I got on the bus and nodded to my acquaintances, smiled at my classmates, and made my way to the back of the bus and we people watched while looking over each other’s homework like the good students we tried our best to be. I looked up from Louise’s government essay as the bus stopped to pick up more students and I smiled when I saw his face through the water spotted window. The sun seemed to peak through the heavy clouds to shine just in his direction. Logan stood up from his couch position as he talked to his best friend. His smile was blindingly white, damn near perfect and carefree. He ran his hands through the front of his short thick dark locks as he threw his faded red book bag over his shoulder. My jaw dropped practically looking at him. When he got on the bus, he waved at me and smiled. I gave a closed lip smile and continued to look over the work before me.
“You know we could do a love potion thingy. I know you know one.” Louise suggested raising a thin copper brow. I could see the mischief sparkling in her dark orbs.
“I’d rather not stoop to that level.” I groaned. The idea was tempting but I knew it was wrong. I wanted to keep my dignity for as long as possible.
“You never wanna do anything fun.” She pouted playfully.
“Get a new friend then!” I joked with a laugh and she clung to my arm in protest, giggling.
Classes were ok. I got A’s on my assignments and asked questions and stuff. In Biology, Louise and I dissected a frog and she hated it. I had one friend in photography named Ian. He was funny and had an incredible eye. We were often models for each other’s photos. He would often flirt with Louise when she walked me to class. In history, we watched Newsies. I still didn’t know what it had to do with what we were learning but I loved musicals so I said nothing. Geometry was boring, P.E. sucked, English was ok, Drama was interesting. I mean, it’s drama class…. Lunch was different. Nicole Healy was the bane of my existence. She was everything I could never be. She wore her highlighted dark brown hair in coils and eyelashes so long, you’d think she’d fly away if she blinked too fast. She was tall and light skinned with a slim, curvy figure and that made me jealous. She was a Sophomore and the Regina George of the school. This particular day, Logan came by to pick up some flash cards I made. I passed but he failed the Geometry test but he got a retake. In the midst of the small talk, he began flirting with me a bit. The wind blew by messing up my hair a bit and I was already fidgety from nervousness. “Thank you so much for this, Maya. That test kicked my ass today.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s not a problem. If you next flash cards again just y’know….let me know.” I said awkwardly in the cringiest fashion.
“I definitely will…. do you uh….have anyone to go to the uh….Halloween dance with...by any chance?” He asked, blushing a little bit.
“Oh my god!” I snorted. I was geeking out. I couldn’t believe he wanted to take me. “No! No I don’t!” I told him, enthusiastically.
“Oh great! Do you maybe wanna-”
“Maya, your blouse is torn!” Nicole interrupted. She and her two friends stood behind her like puppies waiting for her command. I freaked out and stood from my seat to try and touch my back and the back of my pants.
“Oh my god, where?” I exclaimed feeling nervous. Logan also checked around my body as Nicole approached us.
“There’s no tears anywhere.” He said to me, shaking his head and shrugging.
“Sure there is! Right there!” Nicole exclaimed as she grabbed the front of my sheer white top and torn it wide open, exposing my bra to the whole school. I frowned in humiliation as Louise got up and covered me with her big black bomber jacket. Nicole and her friends laughed as the cafeteria reacted with mixed noises. I looked back in a snarl as my friend walked me to my gym locker. I still had a tee shirt. I changed in the girls bathroom and Louise paced back and forth in anger. I just stared off into space. I couldn’t believe that had happened. Logan saw me. Not only him but the whole school…
“We’re doing something about this right?” Louise growled. I shrugged. I didn’t want the drama. “What is that?”
“What?”
“That. That shrug. What the hell is that?”
“I’m not gonna do anything. I’m just gonna keep my head down. I just wanna get through the week.” I groaned.
“No you’re not. You’re gonna do something about this. Nicole has been humiliating you for far too long and this is not ok.” She exclaimed.
“Well!.....what would I even do?” I pouted.
“Do you have a spell for eternal diarrhea?” She joked and I laughed a bit. Suddenly, I became full of darkness and my brain thought of an evil thing.
“I have an idea of what we can do. Meet me at my house tonight around 9.” I smirked.
“Oh hell yeah.” She said.
“Also… I need you to do something for me. I need you to get me a strand of her hair.”
“I can do that. Don’t worry about it.” She said as the lunch bell rang and my name was suddenly called on the PA. I was to be sent to the school counselor. I groaned.
“I don’t have time for this!” I exclaimed.
“I’ll meet you after class.” She said. “Be strong.”
“Yeah…” I mumbled as I dragged myself to the counselor’s office.
When I arrived, she sighed upon seeing me. She took her glasses off and placed them into her snowy white short feathered hair, rubbing a small hand over her wrinkled face. “Ms. Andrews…. wanna tell me what happened?” She asked me as she leaned back into her chair.
“No, Ms. Sykes. I don’t.” I said sarcastically as I took a seat in one of the chairs at the front of her desk. I flopped as I sat down and sighed.
“Jesus, kid…. why won’t you let me call your father- at the very least, her mother? Get her in trouble for a change.” She groaned.
“Because I don’t want to deal with everything that comes out of that.” I snapped in a monotonous voice. She sighed heavily.
“Don’t cha ever get tired of her doin’ this to ya and gettin’ away with it? Hmm? I can only help if you let me.”
“I won’t need it. I appreciate the offer though.” I said snarkily.
“You sure, kiddo?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Alright...fine.” She said this to me reluctantly but I didn’t care. I just wanted it to be 9 o’ clock so I could get my revenge.
|9 o’ clock|
“Am I doing this the right way?” Louise asked as she placed the black candles in a circle around us indicating North, South, East, and West after casting a circle with olive oil. Then she placed two red candles on either side of the southern candle and the last one near the northern.
“Yeah, this is perfect. And it’s a full moon tonight which is perfect because I had no clue that it needed to be present….” I said looking up at the moon in our backyard, taping the hair strand to the back of a picture of Nicole we printed off her social media. I wondered suddenly what lengths my friend went to in order to acquire this strand of hair. “How’d you get this so easily?”
“You know how the art room is so close to the gym? Well her last period is P.E. So I excused myself to the bathroom, snuck to the girls locker room, got a strand off her brush.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“And you’re positive this is Nicole’s hair?”
“Yeah! Look at it! How can it not be? What are we even doing?”
“I’ve decided that I’m going to perform a hair loss spell.” I smirked and my friend giggled with glee and mischief before we continued with the spell. I sat facing South as Louise stood outside of the circle to watch. I closed my eyes to gather all my rage to center my energy and breathed in deep. I picked up the candle behind me and bowed in each direction lowly and humbly, seeking pardon from the gods for what was about to go down. With that same candle I burned the strand of hair all the way up to the picture and placed it on the porcelain plate in the middle to burn to ash. When it had completely burned, I quickly blew out all the candles and looked at Louise.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it. The spell works overnight.”
“..... is it forever?”
“Unfortunately not. It’s only temporary. Her hair will grow back. Slowly.”
“Nah…..Nah- she needs something else. A little extra.” She said pacing and thinking.
“Jesus, Lou. Nicole Healy is losing her hair.her hair! Do you know how fucked up she will be from this alone?”
“I don’t care. It’s not enough after all she put you through…. what about bad luck? Don’t you have like a cursed object or something that I can place on her?”
“Do I look like Dumbledore to you?” I chuckled.
“For a bad luck curse, just wear a pentacle, light a black candle and think negatively about her.”
“Oooohhhh! I can do that!”
“Do you own a pentacle?”
“No….”
“I’ll lend you one and a black candle if you wanna do it that badly.” I said cleaning up.
“Yes please!” She grinned.
“You’re a psycho you know that, right?”
“Would you still be my friend if I weren’t?”
That was an excellent question. She balanced me in a way no one else could. If anything, I needed her! After we cast the spell, Louise went home. My father, Virgil, watched his tv programs as I did the dishes from tonight’s dinner, casually asking me questions about what Louise and I did. “I saw you take some candles out back. What were you guys up to?”
“Just a full moon ritual. We needed some good luck for a test tomorrow.” I lied. Usually if I just make shit up and use a bunch of fancy words, he believes me.
”Did it work?” He chuckled with his deep voice.
“We’ll find out tomorrow.” I smirked. I couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow. Oh how I wished I could see the look of something awful on her face when she gets that first clump if hair in her hands. I grinned at her suffering. The next day was going to be interesting. I had been messed around with the Heathers for far too long and it was time I took action. I felt liberated doing the spell somehow, like from here on out it was going to get better. But I knew I was gonna have a price to pay for it. I just didn’t know what yet.
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