#could be at his place or meeting up in david's car or anything!

[tlou-reid]

Apple Spice Cake ❆ Aaron Hotchner

☃︎ SUMMARY: you and aaron attend the BAU christmas party and get some alone time after. part three of the baked goodies series.

☃︎WARNINGS: mainly smut MDNI, oral (fem receiving), fingering, piv, dirty talk, mentions of drinking, i think that's it lmk if i missed anything

☃︎NOTE: i was under the influence of prescription flu medicine the whole time i wrote this so if it is bad or there are mistakes i apologize. i also apologize for this being a week late, i was basically dead from the flu.

swiftmas materlist ❅ baked goodies ❅ cheese danishes

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“Under the mistletoe, watching the fire flow, and telling me, ‘I love you’. Just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm, where every wish comes true.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned, one last time, smoothing your hands over the red fabric that adorned your body. Aaron laughed from behind you, placing his hands on your hips. “Yes, my love, I am sure.” 

You weren’t sure if it was the holiday air or if Aaron being off for a whole week was boosting his mood, but you were not complaining. He had been so kind, so loving, recently, and it was turning your heart into mush. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, checking you out in the mirror one last time, before disappearing to find Jack and make sure he was dressed and ready.

You made your way to the kitchen, going to put your finishing touches on the cake you had made to bring with you. You had also baked a few sugar cookies and a small tray of brownies to take to the party. Everything was laid out neatly, each decorated with a Christmas icing and sprinkles.

“Can I have one yet?” Jack groaned as he made his way into the kitchen. He looked absolutely adorable, dressed in an ugly Christmas sweater and with a red beanie on his head. “We both know the answer to that,” You laughed at him. You had spent the last 24 hours telling him he had to wait until you all arrived at Rossi’s house, but he could not take no for an answer.

Aaron joined you and Jack in the kitchen, each of you grabbed a dessert, and you made your way out the door. Jack was in charge of protecting the cookies and the brownies while Aaron drove, and you held onto the prized possession: the gorgeous apple spiced cake. The drive was filled with Christmas music playing on the radio and jokes being thrown around.

You couldn’t be happier with the way life turned out after your and Aaron’s conversation. It had been about a month, cases for Aaron had slowed down, and you and Jack were building a relationship. Aaron had told him you were his girlfriend and he was very accepting of it. You didn’t want to replace his mom, just be another woman he could turn to when he needed. Everything was going well.

The Christmas party will be your first time officially meeting Aaron’s team. He had talked about them a ton, telling you how they are his family, the way they were there for him when Haley passed, how they helped with Jack when he needed someone to, and the pivotal role they had when he returned from witness protection. You had a lot to live up to and you did not want to blow it.

So, safe to say, you were a bit nervous. You knew at the end of the day Aaron loved you and you knew nothing could change that, but you wanted a good first impression. Hence, the massive amount of desserts and the expensive red dress you adorned.

Aaron made his way to the passenger side of the car, grabbing the cake from you so you could step out of the car and not stumble in the boots you wore. You took the cake back from him, wanting to present it yourself. With desserts in hand, you three marched up to David Rossi’s door, allowing Aaron to knock. “You know you don’t have to knock,” An older man, whom you figured was Rossi, said as he opened the door. He had a glass of wine in his hand, with a towel thrown over his shoulder, and flour spots covering his black t-shirt. It was an oddly familiar sight.

Rossi held the door open as you all piled through. You stood confidently behind Aaron, looking around at his ginormous house. “Where can I sit this?” You asked, lifting the cake for emphasis. “Y/N!” Rossi cheered. “Hello, Mr. Rossi,” You blushed, withdrawing farther behind Aaron, not being comfortable with all of the attention. Leading you to the kitchen, Rossi uses his hand to brush you off, “Drop the Mr., too formal for me.” You giggled, “Yes, sir.”

“Y/N!” He scolded, clearing a spot on the counter for your cake, “Stop with the formalities,” You were laughing at him again. You carefully sat the cake down, not wanting to mess it up. Jack and Aaron followed you in, with a blonde lady trailing behind them. “Is she here?” You heard her question from behind Aaron, presuming she was talking about you. “She is,” Aaron laughed, “Don’t scare her away.”

Listening to Aaron laugh was something the team was still getting used to. It had become more frequent in the past month, but there were no complaints coming from them.

“She’s going to love me,” Penelope hushed Aaron, before turning to you. “Hi!” She practically squealed, immediately pulling you in for a hug. “I’m Penelope Garcia, residential tech nerd of the BAU.” She introduced when she pulled away, giving you a silly salute. “You’re scaring her,” Rossi piped in from where he was finishing the food prep. Everyone in the kitchen let out a laugh.

After a few more minutes of playful banter, Penelope was dragging you away, to Rossi’s large dining room. “Look who I found!” She was squealing again, pulling you by your hand to sit down next to her. You’re met with a few more faces, not knowing who was who. The only one you could place from Aaron’s rambling was Dr. Spencer Reid, the genius of the group. He was easily recognizable by his flowing hair, resembling a boyband member, just as Aaron had said.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” You sheepishly introduce yourself, giving the table a small wave. Your head follows around the table as everyone introduces themselves. JJ, Will, Henry, Michael, Spencer, Luke, Emily, Matt, Kristy, and Krystall. After introductions, you all were sent into a fit of laughter as Jack rushes in to greet Henry. They take off quickly, going to get into something (that you know is definitely your brownies).

It doesn’t take long for Aaron and Rossi to join you at the table, allowing dinner to start. After introductions, the conversation flowed naturally. You passed around different pastas and sauces, which all tasted delicious, and sipped on expensive wines.

Aaron was quite tipsy, having not had alcohol in quite a bit. His hand was comfortably on your thigh as everyone relaxed before dessert. His body weight was leaning into you, but you were not complaining at all. You all sat there for a while, just chatting. It wasn’t until Jack reappeared at your side, whispering, “Can we have dessert now?” With a chuckle you rose from your chair to go cut the cake.

You loaded desserts up, moving them from the trays you’d brought them in to platters Rossi had left out for you. Jack helped you carry them in, with Henry following closely behind with a stack of small dessert plates and a cup of small forks. “Ooooooh!” Luke cooed as you arrived in the dining room. Everyone dipped into their favorites, earning you tons of praise.

“You’re pretty when you blush,” Aaron slurred in your ear as everyone ate. “Thank you,” You replied, sheepishly, not used to him complimenting you in public. “I’m gonna make you blush more later,” He lowered his voice, once again returning his hand to your thigh. He moved it higher up as he continued, “When it’s just you and me.”

“Just us?” You asked, knowing Jack was supposed to be going home with you. As much as you wanted to enjoy his drunken attempts at dirty talk, you were nervous about the people around and focusing on the technicalities. Aaron’s face was practically in your neck as he answered, “Mhm, Jack’s going to JJ’s. Just gonna be us tonight.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before he returned to an upright position.

“Everyone full?” Rossi asked after clearing the table of empty plates. Everyone let out an exaggerated sound of agreement, with Matt’s “Yes, Sir,” sticking out amongst the crowd. Rossi moved to light his fireplace, and then reached for a deck of cards.

That’s how the night ended, with different card games and bets made, lit up by Rossi’s fireplace. It was a nice time, and gave Aaron time to sober up quite a bit.

“Night, Hotch,” Emily called as you two walked out the door. You had been dismissed with hugs and promises of a girls night, so Aaron’s goodbyes paled in comparison. Aaron opened the passenger side door for you before claiming his spot in the driver’s seat. “You had a good night?” He asked as he buckled up and returned his hand to your thigh, for probably the thousandth time tonight. “I did, but you better get my brownie pan back from Dave. That’s my nice one,” You teased. Aaron smiled, “I will, I will.”

The drive was peaceful, with Christmas music filling the car and Aaron rubbing soft circles on your thigh. You couldn’t help but wonder if Aaron recalled the promise he’d made to you when he was much drunker than he is now. You could feel your panties getting wetter as you thought about it, his touch doing nothing but fueling the dirty thoughts in your brain.

“You need to run over and grab anything?” With your houses being so close, you didn’t have much stuff at Aaron’s house. You usually opted for his clothes anyways, so you gave him a nod, and marched into his home. Aaron followed closely, resting his hand on your hip as he reached from behind you to insert his key. You held the door for him as you walked in.

You had hardly gotten your shoes off before Aaron’s hands were back on your hips. He pulled you close, holding you up against his torso. “You looked so pretty,” He murmured, moving to press hard kisses into your neck, “In your dress.”

You turned yourself around so you could wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him on his lips. “And you looked quite handsome,” You gushed, emphasizing the statement with a kiss to his cheek. It wasn’t very often that you were the one who got to love on Aaron, so you took your chances when he let you. 

You stepped away, grabbing his hand and guiding him to the bedroom. You sat him down on the edge before moving to straddle him. You could feel his hardened cock against your wet core. His hands wrapped around your waist, once again pulling you close. Aaron kissed you with a fervor, showcasing all of the love he held for you. It was slow, your lips slotting together, his hands continually trying to pull you close. It was all he wanted. You. You. You.

“Come ‘ere,” He mumbled, switching you so that you were laying at the top of the bed. His hands moved to pull down your dress and he helped you lift your midsection so he could get it all the way off. That left you in the red bra and white panties you’d chosen. You weren’t planning on having a night like this, but you opted to keep the Christmas spirit as you’d gotten dressed.

Aaron’s eyes looked over you like you were a priceless piece at the museum. You could feel your cheeks heating up under his stare, knowing he had kept his promise from earlier. “Merry Christmas,” You whispered, wanting to break the ever growing tension in the room. “Merry Christmas, beautiful.” He whispered back as he moved to press kisses to your chest. He sucked and licked across your chest, stopping to toy with each of your nipples, before peppering kisses down your stomach. Aaron laid himself between your legs, then reached up to pull down your panties. He hesitated for just a second to make eye contact with you, waiting for a nod of permission.

After you granted it, his hands more quick to slide your underwear down your legs, discarding it somewhere in the room. Aaron’s large hands rubbed up each leg as his mouth made contact with your center. He laid his tongue flat, licking a broad stripe up you, collecting as much of your wetness as he could. “Always taste so good,” He pulled away for just a second to mumble. You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or himself.

His tongue moved skillfully, tracing through your folds and stopping to circle your clit. Your hands were latched in his hair, pulling him as close as possible. Aaron took this as further encouragement, moving his right hand from your thigh to your pussy, collecting your juices before pushing in just a single finger.

He pumped it in and out at a steady pace as he drew circles on your clit with his tongue. You could feel your body start to tighten, getting closer to your release. “Aaron!” You whined, tugging on his hair again, “Need more!” He complied, inserting another finger and increasing his speed of both his hand and his tongue. You yanked at his hair again, eliciting a groan from him. The vibration felt so good on your pussy, drawing you closer and closer to orgasm.

Aaron inserted one more finger, giving you a slight burn with the stretch of his wide digits. You came on his tongue and around his finger with a loud moan of his name. He didn’t stop, continuing to pump three fingers into you. His mouth pulled away, because he did not want to overstimulate you too much, and he wanted to see your pretty face as you came down from your high.

He was painfully hard, pushing his waist into the bed desperate for some kind of friction as he watched you. He didn’t pull away until you froze, letting out deep breaths from your orgasm. Aaron moved to lay next to you, pressing a kiss just above your ear. It was quiet for a few moments.

That was broken when Aaron slurred a, “Thank you,” against the top of your head. He sounded drunk again, only it wasn’t from alcohol, no, it was from tasting you on his tongue. “For what?” You replied, rolling over to lay on his chest. “Letting me taste you,” He answered. “You can do that whenever you want.”

Aaron rubbed along your naked body, stopping to finally remove the bra he had accidentally left you in. He was waiting for you to initiate the next round, knowing you wanted a moment to come down before he was bringing you to orgasm again. He knew you were ready when you began sucking harsh marks into his collar bones. It was an intentional placement, one that no one could see.

You slid your teeth across his bone, giving him a delicious burning feeling. He moaned at the pain. “Wanna ride you but you made my legs tired,” You pouted, jutting your bottom lip out to defend your point. He laughed, “You can always do that tomorrow.” Your pout was replaced with a smile as you nodded at him.

Aaron stood for just a moment to remove the clothes he had on. As he climbed back in the bed he guided you to lay on your back, before climbing on top. He didn’t make you do any work as he inserted himself into you.

“So wet,” He mumbled. “All for you,” You sweetly replied. His movements started off slow, allowing you to adjust to his thick dick. The burn from earlier was back as he stretched you again, but it hurt in all the right ways. “More,” You whined, again, needing to feel him deeper in you. Aaron sped up his thrusts, and buried his head in your shoulder. He focused on pressing kisses there so he wouldn’t finish so quickly. 

He was so riled up. You had him half-hard before you’d even left the house, dressed up in your pretty dress and carrying sweet desserts you’d made for him and his team. All he could think about while he ate dinner was how he wanted to be devouring you instead.

“Fuck,” He moaned as he moved to hold himself up on his elbows. You weren’t sure what he was thinking about, but he was fucking you hard now. The bed shook as he drove himself into you, banging against the wall. “Looked so fucking pretty today,” He whined, drawing out the word ‘pretty’.

Aaron kept a steady rhythm, showering you in compliments and emphasizing each of them with a hard push of his cock. You were a mess of moans under him, puttering out whines of his name. His left hand slid down the expanse of your body to stop on your thigh, hiking it up to his hip. You could feel him so much deeper at this angle. “Gonna come on my cock now, honey?” He ushered, feeling your walls tighten around him.

All you could do was whine out a “mhm”, too preoccupied with the addicting feeling of him dragging his dick in and out of you to string together coherent sentences. He murmured encouragements in your ear, trying to get you there before he found his own release.

His wish was granted as you dug your nails into his back, holding on as you reached your orgasm. You whined his name and squeezed his dick in the perfect way, and he was finishing right after you. Aaron’s thrusts slowed down as he finished.

You held him tight to you, not letting him pull out. His body was basically limp, exhausted after the long day and his wonderful orgasm. You two laid there for a while, basking in each other’s presence and enjoying the afterglow. “You okay, baby?” You whispered in his ear. He just nodded against you, not having the energy to answer.

His dick had completely softened by the time he rolled off of you, allowing you to quickly hop in the shower. It was no surprise that he was asleep when you got out. You threw on one of his shirts before climbing in next to you.

You got comfortable, pulling the blanket up to your chin and wiggling next to Aaron. As if it was muscle memory, he wrapped his arm around you. “I love you.” You said, not expecting him to reply. To your surprise, he pressed a sloppy kiss to the back of your head, “I love you, too.”

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[astonmartinii]

Hi, I saw on your post that you went to Silverstone last year and I'm going for the first time this year. I just wanted to ask how it was? And also which drivers did you get to meet.

heyyyy!

yes i have been to silverstone twice now and through volunteering with the track (imo the best way to do it if you don't have money)

if we're putting meet in loose terms i've technically met everyone? idk i was working in the zone where there was a private signing so helped all of their taxis in and out of the venues so was within 2ft of all of them and got to say hi through a car window?

but from that i did actually meet valterri who cycled in? he was so nice and said thank you to all of the volunteers.

ALEX? omg so i met him last year but a rude man pushed in front of me before i could ask him for a picture or to sign something so remember to be adequately pushy! but alex was so nice and stopped for nearly everyone.

very briefly met lewis - as in he stopped and said hi to us after being so late to an on-stage interview we had to work an extra two hours on top of our 12 hour shift but he's so pretty irl?

david coulthard? him and his white jeans i saw so many times also jenson is so sexy irl but i only saw him in his car :(

i saw seb on his lil gay bike many times (he was so close to me one of the times in 2022)

i've seen jack doohan on a lil run but he was in the zone so i didn't bother him (i'm also terrified of asking for anything so....)

george is very nice as well, i didn't directly talk to him but he stopped for all of the kids

although lando and i have one-sided beef as for the signing mentioned earlier, not many people knew - hence meeting valterri UNTIL lando beeped the horn. so that one video of the guy asking sainz for third at silverstone 22' is about five seconds before i'm ran over (jk) because everyone now knew they were there and were throwing themselves at the ferrari taxi

DANIEL i saw him in his car and he was 2ft away from me when i was wearing his shirt and a cowboy hat but i just froze and we just smiled at each other for a good 30 seconds lol i'm a pussy

but overall I LOVE SILVERSTONE honestly best time ever. everyone is so nice and it honestly feels like a festival! the music is really good but remember a fold up coat and a bunch of sun cream cause that place has a climate unlike no where else - also PORTABLE CHARGER!

i hope you enjoy!

(also expect guilty as sin part two some time this weekend folks, i just finished an interview and have no weekend plans bar the monaco gp)

#personal post #ask #ask astonmartinii #f1 #f1 imagine

[gyll-yee-haw]

*mischevious laugh while i rub my hands together* what about detective loki x reader where he's veeery jealous and possessive and reader "teases" him about a specific guy he hates (not intentionally), maybe she just talk to him in a way that loki considers too friendly and then he end up railing the shit out of her to make her know who she belongs to (maybe with some choking while he says "you're mine"...some breeding kink omg im weak asf

Requesting the real requests here baby 🥵

Sorry it took so long, had to make it extra special for my fave bf <3

Warnings: jealous and very possessive and dom!David, mention of gun use (doesn't happen and it's not around the reader!), choking, so much dirty talk, breeding kink :)

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It was one of those rare days David didn't have much to do at the station and was actually leaving when his shift ended. Since you were out in the city, you told him you would meet him at the station and you could go home together.

Walking in, you greeted some familiar faces, who were used to have you around, waiting for your boyfriend. You sat on a chair and started scrolling through social media, just killing time, not really paying attention to anything.

"Hey." You heard a male voice greeting you. It was Detective Miller, someone you always ran into at the station.

You learned to like him, cause he always calmed you down whenever David was too deep on a case and just disappeared. He didn't mind when you called or showed up, begging him for news. David didn't like him very much, though. He said Miller was annoying and a little laid back. You just laughed, knowing David was the one who worked too hard.

"Hi." You smiled at him.

"Here to report a crime? Did your boyfriend disappear again?" He smirked.

"No." You laughed. Then you saw David approaching. "He's right there, actually."

"Hey." Dave greeted you, ignoring the other man's presence.

You stood up from your chair, to give him a hug.

"Hi. Are you finished for today?" You asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go now." He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer, basically forcing you to turn away from his colleague, guiding you towards the door.

Your brows furrowed and you let out a little "ouch" that you knew he heard. He didn't do anything about it, though, just kept walking you to the car.

You got in and he just drove. David was silent the whole time. He was never one to speak much, but there were other small signs that indicated he was mad. Like the way his hands gripped the wheel. During those times, you were always afraid to say the wrong thing and make it all worse, so you chose to be silent too.

At least until you walked into the house. You didn't like to see him like that in there... you couldn't do anything about all the horrible things he saw on the streets and at the station, but your home was his safe place. Where the two of you laughed like the world was peaceful, cuddled like there was no other place to be. He was different at home. He wasn't that pile of stress in front of you, he was your Dave. And that's why you needed to talk to him, do anything to get him out of that state.

"Babe, you wanna talk about your day?" You offered.

He shrugged, taking off his belt, putting his gun and everything away safely.

Your heart fell. He didn't usually treat you so indifferently, no matter what happened at work... no matter how stressed he was, he would never take it out on you. That's when you started to overthink. Well... maybe he was mad at you? Maybe he didn't like your visits at his work place... maybe he didn't really want to see you right now and you were forcing him to? You were annoying him...

"I'm sorry." You murmured.

"What?" He finally turned his attention to you.

"I'm sorry." You repeated, a little louder.

"I heard you." He mocked. "But I'm not convinced."

"I..." You stuttered. You didn't even know what to say. Was he trying to humiliate you just for showing up at the station? You weren't sure anymore.

"Nothing to say now?" He asked, arms crossed, looking at you. "Cause you seemed so talkative earlier with Miller."

Oh. He was jealous? You felt relief wash over you and couldn't hold back your laughter. But as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, it suddenly became a lot less funny.

"I just..." You realized you would have to explain yourself, and there was something thrilling about it. "I was just being nice."

"Yeah? You decided to be nice to everyone but me?" He questioned.

"Dave, what are you talking about? When was I not nice to you?"

"When you decided to disobey me." He closed his eyes and if you weren't sure where this would end before, now you were. "I don't wanna see you talking to that asshole again, do you understand?"

"Why?" You asked with your sweetest, most innocent voice, and had to bite back a smirk. "He's always so nice to me."

He left out a sigh. You didn't have to be so difficult when he was already so pissed. When he approached, you stood very still. He stopped behind you, one hand delicately placed on your waist in contrast to the other, that grabbed a fistful of your hair. He didn't pull it yet, just left it there, as a warning.

"Yeah, I bet he's so nice to you." He rolled his eyes, breathing on your neck. "Did you know that the other day I almost lost my job? You know why?"

You shook your head slowly, as far as his grip on your hair allowed you to.

"I was having a fucking shitty day and I heard him talking about you. About what a pretty little thing you are." He said, placing kisses on your neck between his phrases. "And how I was so stupid for staying away for so long, cause someone might... have to take my place."

His own words made him angry again. He finally pulled your hair, bringing your body as close as possible to his.

"And it took all of me to not grab my gun right there and then." He rested his chin on your shoulder, speaking close to your ear. "But then... I just remembered that I was the one who was coming home to you that night. And the next one. And always, because you're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes." I whispered, since he was close enough to hear it. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know..."

"Oh you didn't know?" He released your hair and you felt relieved for a moment. "Then I guess I'll have to teach you a fucking lesson. On your knees, now."

You obeyed immediately, getting on your knees in front of him, in the middle of the living room. You just knew that the less you acted up, the more generous he would be after. The quicker the anger would go away.

"Good fucking girl." His hand went to your chin, forcing you to look up as he shoved two fingers inside your mouth, and you welcomed them, licking in circular motions. "You know what? Think that asshole is right. I'm so stupid."

You frowned confusingly, never stopping sucking his fingers.

"Yeah, I'm stupid for letting him get into my head when I just know I can get you on your knees for me. He can't imagine the things you do for me, like the good little slut you are." He shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, making you gag a little.

With his other hand, he got rid of his belt and started unbuttoning his pants. Then he removed his fingers from your mouth and you enjoyed the break to breathe, because something indicated that would be the last time you'd be able to do that for a while.

He pushed his pants and underwear down enough to remove his hard cock, giving it a few strokes. Your mouth watered at the mere sight of it.

"Open up, put that mouth to better use than fucking disrespecting me." He said, eyes as dark as they could possibly be.

Again, you wouldn't dare to not do as you were told that night. You allowed him to push his cock inside your mouth a little more gently then you expected him too. But once you fully adapted to it, he began thrusting fast. Hand behind your head, keeping you still for him to use. His moans loud and incoherent.

Then he slowed down, and eventually stopped, removing his cock from your mouth and giving it a few strokes in front of your face. He wasn't going to cum just yet, you knew it was going to be a long night. The thing is that he was pissed. And he just fucked your mouth a little to get to see the tears forming in your eyes, you on your knees... absolutely submitting to him. He wanted to remind himself that he could get you like that, eager to serve him. But he didn't really enjoy being so rough on his princess' pretty face, he knew she could get hurt. With her pussy, though, it was a different story. He could be merciless. And that's exactly what he needed right now.

"On the couch, ass in the air for me." He demanded.

You thought you were in for a long and humiliating spanking session. But he just didn't feel like wasting time that night... and also... he wasn't exactly mad at you, he was just making sure you knew who you belonged to. So all he did was push your panties aside and run his fingers through your folds, making sure you were wet enough.

David was so scary when he was mad, but it was all about these little details... he checked the entire time for any signs that you weren't having fun or that he could hurt you. He would never forgive himself if he did hurt you, even a little bit.

And he was delighted to find that you were soaked, so he could carry on, shoving his cock inside you at once.

"Fuck..." he grunted as you moaned loudly, both in pain from being so brutally stretched out and from the pleasure of finally having him inside you. "You gonna let me mark you as mine, huh? Pussy so tight, squeezing me so good, gonna fuck you until it's the exact shape on my cock, so you won't be able to take anyone but me."

"Dave!" You cried out as he trusted deep and so fast. "Don't want... don't want anyone but you..."

"Good. Cause you're fucking mine." He said, hand wrapping tightly around your throat. "You. Are. Fucking. Mine. Did you hear me?"

"FUCK, YES!" You moaned, feeling like his words were bringing you closer and closer to your release. "I'm yours, Dave, all yours... fuck me, fuck me so good..."

"Yeah? So good, pretty baby?" His movements never lost intensity, but started to lose rythm, indicating he was getting close too. "You know what? Wanna get you fucking pregnant so everyone knows you're always filled with my cum, that I give you everything you fucking need..."

All you could do was scream his name. He had never said anything half that dirty to you before. You were pretty sure not even David knew he had a breeding kink... it was the last thing you would expect from him.

"Dave! Can I please cum, please please please..." you just kept begging, even though your voice was muffled as he pushed your head to the sofa.

"Yes, baby, you're such a good girl, of course you can..." he used a sweet tone that didn't match the loud sounds of his skin collapsing with yours so hard. "Do it, do it now, baby, fuck..."

God, the way you screamed, unable to control your legs, unable to stay still, forcing him to use more strength than he would like to keep your hips under his control, just so he could keep hitting that spot you liked...

God, the way you came so hard, screaming that you belonged entirely to him.

"Fuck, gonna fill you up, my sweet girl..." he said as he felt closer to the edge. "Gonna fucking cum..."

He shoved his cock so fucking deep and gave you every single last angry drop of cum he had. And he kept himself burried that deep as he tried to catch his breath. You were absolutely unable to move, just laying there, feeling absolutely brainwashed as all you could think about was belonging to him.

You left out a whine that almost broke his heart as he removed his cock from you.

"Shhh... I know, baby." He stroked your hair gently. "I'll be right back, okay?"

You weren't strong enough to answer. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and left. Time didn't feel real, but he probably didn't take more than a minute to come back, bringing you a glass of water. He sat on the sofa and helped you sit on his lap to drink it.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked as he scanned your body for bruises or any sign of stress.

"Yeah, feeling great." You smiled at him, earning a smile back. "Dave... why didn't you tell me about the things you heard that day?"

"I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, I guess." He shrugged. "Besides... it doesn't matter, only you and I know about us... I don't care what he thinks."

"Yeah, but you felt uncomfortable. You should have talked to me about it... next time that piece of shit tries to talk to me, I'm gonna kick him in the balls." You put on your most dangerous expression. One that always made David laugh. "And before you say I'm going to jail: no I won't, I know someone."

"You do?" He chuckled.

"Yeah. Someone who's as mine as I'm his." You leaned closer to his face, lips barely brushing his.

"Glad you know that." He sealed the agreement with a passionate kiss.

[the-whitching-hour]

First Night

Summary: Asher and Babe spend their first night together(WIP)

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Asher drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his car as he sat in the parking lot of his apartment building. Subconsciously biting his bottom lip softly as he pressed his phone against his ear. Waiting for his favorite sound to replace the phone’s ringing. 

“Hey.” 

A smile spread across his face as he heard their voice. Over the course of a few weeks they had become such a pillar in his day to day life. Sometimes Asher can’t even believe that he hasn’t even known them for half a year yet. Everything about them just pulled him in immediately. The soft sound of their voice was enough to make him feel a little flustered.

“Hi.”

 Asher was used to noise, especially his own. He knew how to keep the energy up even in the most awkward situations. It was probably the only skill he was fully confident in when he became his best friend’s beta. Ever since he was a kid he’s been filling up the room with noise. It’s not a good or bad thing, just the way he’s always been. 

He was a bit scared during those first few dates. They were almost exact opposites. They were so quiet. clearly present, he could see the way their eyes followed him. It was like they thought every word through, only speaking when they had the answers. They felt no need to fill the room as they thought. It was so foreign at first, to sit there in silence next to them. 

That fear faded into comfort. They were like a safe haven away from the usual expectations of his persona. He loved his friends and family more than anything, but it was nice to have a place where he didn’t need to “perform” anything, he could just sit there and show another part of himself. Or he could be as noisy as he wanted to be for as long as he wanted. They didn’t seem to mind, they’re eyes always on him with their same comforting and exposing look. No matter what version of himself he was, they always looked at him the same.

The sound of their quiet breaths static on the phone was soon replaced. The two are overtaken by childish giggles. It was almost embarrassing the way they made him feel. Asher felt like some middle schooler who was talking to their first partner ever over the phone. Nervous and giddy by every moment between them. 

“So, what’s up with you?” It was so unfair how they made words sound. Like every syllable was made to naturally flow out their mouth. It sounds riddiculouse but nothing else can explain the feeling each of there words gave him every time they talked.

“Nothing now but, hopefully you could change that!” Asher couldn’t hound in the excitement of his voice. His cheeks were a bit sore from smiling but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. “Are you free tonight?”   

They made a small hum. Dragging it out, almost teasing him by holding back the answer. 

“That depends, free to do what?”

“Restaurant, club, midnight movie, whatever. I’m trying to avoid my apartment tonight so i'm down to go anywhere!”

Asher felt they’re slight hesitation. The pause wasn’t their usual quiet. He heard a faint sigh of disappointment come from them. “I mean… we don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. Sorry, I know it’s like super short notice. It’s cool if you don’t wanna do any of that stuff or if you don’t wanna hang out at all, trust me I understand.”

“No, that’s not the problem. I like hanging out with you, I’d do it all the time if I could Asher-“ he could feel a warmth spreading through his chest. “But I can’t be out all night. I have an early meeting tomorrow and I gotta tell my boss about the progress of this stupid project I’ve been put on to. Is everything ok at your place, don’t tell me David finally kicked you out.”

“I told you that softy would never, no matter how many kitchen fires I start. I’m actually doing him a favor. He actually has a date tonight with this mystery person he’s been seeing. Apparently they eat like shit so he’s gonna cook for them. Maybe they’ll even have a little desert if you know what I mean.” He couldn’t help but laugh at their own joke, good thing it was funny enough to make them laugh too.

“Well I’m sorry I can’t roam the town with you tonight, but we can still hang out.” 

“…We can?”

“If you aren’t gonna stay at your place just come to mine. Sorry it’s not as fun as an adventurous night on the town.” 

Asher has seen their place. Brief glimpses of it as they open the door to leave with him for a date. But, This was something different. They’re asking him to stay. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna impose plus I don’t wanna keep you busy tonight if you have something import-“

“I want you to be here. I'm sure Asher.” 

“Oh-okay. Then yeah I-I’ll be there. See you soon Babe.”

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first redacted post! it feels kind of weird since I've been more of a lurker on redacted Tumblr ever since I started listening. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, I'll be posting the full thing soon (hopefully) on here and ao3.

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#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted asher #redacted babe #fluff #wip

[dawnquafam]

“Can we talk?” “This is not the right moment for this.” For Orm and Stephen!

Enjoy 3.5k words of Stephen being very stressed about reuniting with his parents and Orm being a supportive not-yet-boyfriend about it <3

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Stephen pulled over in front of a house that was both comforting and terrifying in its familiarity, his heart pounding in the peaceful suburbs. He stopped just before the driveway, unable to take his eyes off the neatly manicured lawn where he had run around as a child pretending to be Atlantean, off the window on the second story to the room where he had hidden away and read everything he could get his hands on about where the sunken city could be and what it might be like. He hadn’t seen this place in… he didn’t know how long. He wished he could say that it hadn’t been anywhere near as long since he had spoken to the people inside, but… that would be a lie.

He didn’t know when he had last done that, either.

He had never meant to lose touch with his parents. He had never meant to stop visiting them, then stop calling them, and finally stop texting and even emailing them. There was just always work to do, always a new lead to chase, always a new person laughing in his face that he needed to prove wrong. Returning their attempts to communicate had fallen by the wayside, buried by the desperate need to be right, for someone to believe him, and after meeting David, he’d held fast to the excuse that he didn’t want to reconnect only to get killed for failing him. There had always been a reason to maintain the silence.

Until a year ago, when he had suddenly become both vindicated and safe, and now he here he sat, almost out of reasons for the first time in forever.

He'd had second thoughts when he suggested coming here after Fishermen agents had ambushed him and Orm. He’d had third thoughts, fourth, fifth, sixth thoughts and more, too, and that was just at the beginning, when they were hiding out in a cheap motel room and a recently arrived Atlanna was double-checking his handiwork in patching Orm up. But his hometown was more than far enough inland to make any water-dweller think their own second thoughts about pursuing them, it offered far more homey amenities than a random League safehouse, and… he did want to see his parents again. If keeping Orm safe until the heat died down wasn’t going to push him to break down the walls he had built, then nothing ever would.

He could still delay it, though.

Turning the rental car’s engine off, he forced his attention to his passenger. Orm slept soundly beside him, faint bags under his eyes from a couple of sleepless nights, one hand curled loosely around his side, protecting the worst of his lingering wounds from the fight that had driven them here. “Hey.” He reached over, gently squeezing his arm. “We’re here.”

He jerked awake, hand clenching into a fist before he realized there was no danger. After rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn, he studied Stephen’s childhood home. “It’s quaint.”

Stephen looked at it again, at the cracked shutters and fading paint contrasting against the perfect landscaping and cute style. “‘Quaint’ as in charmingly old and small, or ‘quaint’ as in that’s the nicest thing a prince can think to say?”

“You know I meant it as a compliment,” Orm said, a slightly reproachful edge to his tone. “Palaces aren’t the be all end all of beautiful places to live.”

“Because even the most exquisite palace is empty without a family and anything is better than a prison cell,” Stephen said, echoing the conversation they’d had plenty of times when they were apartment hunting together. He sighed. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”

“The way you’ve been talking my ear off ever since you decided to take me here made that quite clear.” He furrowed his brows, glancing at the clock. “How long was I asleep? I didn’t intend to leave you with no one to talk to.”

“You needed it.” Stephen resisted the urge to smooth his hair, ruffled from the headrest, knowing that Orm accidentally grabbing his wrist during some turbulence was probably the closest they would ever get to such casual affection. He gestured instead, pointing at his hair and mimicking smoothing his own. “I would’ve told you to sleep on the plane if I thought you’d actually do it.”

“Those contraptions are catastrophes waiting to happen,” he muttered, sliding open the mirror and combing his fingers through his hair. “Mera and I are the only sane ones for believing it’s unnatural to be so high.”

Despite his nerves, Stephen chuckled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were more afraid of flying than the five Fishermen agents that tried to kill us a couple days ago.”

“I’ve been trained to fight since I was six.” His hair successfully smoothed, he closed the mirror and laid his head back, looking at Stephen. “I know how to protect you from assassins. Not a plane crash.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks. He dropped his gaze, wondering if it would be easier to face his homecoming than the way Orm acted like protecting him was the only thing that mattered. He had watched the royal family’s training matches a few times, he had seen Orm fight, but the ferocity he had displayed when the agents burst in on them, the ferocity that hadn’t batted an eye at his injuries but had burned noticeably brighter when they tried to get to Stephen… he had been fighting for a life that night, but not his own. He cleared his throat. “How are you doing, by the way?”

“I should be fine in a day or two. I think,” he added beneath his breath, forever frustrated by how his healing had slowed in the aftermath of his imprisonment. He shook his head sharply, focusing on Stephen. “Are you ready to go in?” he asked at a normal volume.

Stephen’s false courage shattered at the question. It was easier to stay in this car, dealing with the feelings he had had practice pushing aside, with the brand of insanity that had become par for the course since meeting David, than to face the reunion he had spent so long avoiding. “No,” he answered, leaning on the steering wheel, careful not to honk the horn on accident. He didn’t need to draw attention to their lurking. “Can we talk?”

Orm arched an eyebrow. “This is not the right moment for this. We’re in front of your house.”

“Their house,” Stephen corrected automatically. “And I’m not- I’m not stalling. Ok, yes, I am,” he said when Orm’s eyebrow rose higher, “but I just… I’ve talked about everything but this since I offered this up as a place to lay low for a while. I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I believe ringing the doorbell is the proper etiquette for requesting entry.”

Stephen huffed a reluctant laugh. “I know that, Prince Sarcasm,” he said. He swore he saw a glimmer of satisfaction in Orm’s eyes. “I mean… what do I say?” He looked at him hopelessly, the spurt of mirth vanishing. “What did you do when you reunited with your mom?”

He stiffened, his own shred of a good mood following Stephen’s into darkness, and Stephen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, wondering if he had just pushed the closed-off prince a step too far. A silent moment stretched out, pierced only by the distant cry of a lonely bird, until Stephen was so startled when he did speak that he nearly jumped. “I had little time to say anything before I was arrested,” he admitted. “Most of what I ‘said’ was spoken through our hug.”

“A hug,” Stephen said, trying to remember when he had last hugged either of his parents. When had he last been here? “Are they even going to want to hug me?”

“My mother returned home to find me waging a war and attempting to kill my own brother and betrothed so I could wipe out the surface world, and the first thing she did was hug me,” Orm said. “If she can look past that, then your parents can look past a few years of radio silence.”

“It’s been more than a few years.” He hunted through his memories for a birthday text, a Father’s Day call, something that would tell him how long it actually had been. Before he had met David, certainly, but too many years before then all blurred together into a haze of bitter desperation. “What if I hurt them too badly?”

“You said they’re good people who always supported you, did you not?”

“I did.” He softened slightly, his shoulders slumping. “They always said they were practical people with practical dreams. All my dad ever wanted was to open his own barbershop, and all my mom ever wanted was to be a mom. They loved that I dreamed of something so fantastic as Atlantis, and even when the rest of the world called me an idiot, they believed in me.” He dropped his forehead against his arms. “And all I did in return was cut them off.”

“On accident,” Orm pointed out.

“They don’t know that.”

“They will if you tell them.” Fabric rustled and a small grunt escaped him as he straightened up. “Stephen.”

He lifted his head, drawn in by the soft note beneath the serious tone, the telltale hint that he was going to open up. “I spent the majority of my life believing I would never see my mother again,” he said. “I didn’t know that she was alive, and then I had no way to speak to her. There were countless times when I wished that reuniting with her could be as simple as ringing a doorbell, and I treasure every moment I have with her now. Don’t allow fear to steal that from you.”

“I’m not that brave.” His heart ached to go inside, but his foot longed to hit the gas and flee. “I’m not you.”

“You were teasing me a minute ago about my fear of planes,” he reminded him.

“True,” Stephen allowed fondly. “But that’s a cute quirk of your upbringing, and besides, you’re here, aren’t you? This is just fear, and it’s controlled me for a long time. It still is.”

“You’re here, too.” Orm scratched his cheek, and for one delusional moment Stephen thought he was hiding a faint blush, but it had to be a trick of the lighting. “Contrary to what you seem to believe, I do get scared. I know it is possible to conquer your fear, and you’re closer than you ever have been. And that,” he added quickly, “is an admission you are never allowed to share with anyone. Especially not Arthur.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” Stephen promised. It was an easy one to make, seeing as he was already keeping it, even from him. Orm tried his best to play the unflappable soldier, but living together created an unavoidable closeness that meant that Stephen knew about his nightmares and panic attacks, though he didn’t think Orm had made the connection between them and the times when Stephen turned on the TV to drown out the silence or filled the tub with cold water and then said he’d changed his mind about taking a bath. “But I didn’t say you were fearless. I said you were brave. There’s a difference.”

Orm blinked, processing the words like it was a new concept to him that fear didn’t negate bravery, and it took him a moment to find his voice. “You betrayed Manta to protect my nephew and you’re harboring a wanted fugitive. I would say that makes you brave.”

A little thrill ran up his spine at Orm calling him brave, but he couldn’t believe it. “I didn’t have time to think with Junior,” he countered. “And I’m not going to leave you out in the cold after everything you and your family have done for me. Talking to my parents is…” He realized he hadn’t even taken his seatbelt off. “Maybe we should just go to a hotel or something. We’re in South Dakota, we’re already about as far away from either ocean as we can get. Does it really matter where we stay?”

“It matters to you,” Orm said.

Stephen stared at him. Stared at the shadow of a bruise on his jaw, at the persistent gleam in his eyes. He wanted this reunion. He wanted it for him. He had fought to keep him alive, and now he was fighting to make him walk up that driveway and heal one of his deepest wounds. After so many years of being alone against the world, it was still baffling to have someone so… in his corner. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend it. But he couldn’t deny the evidence that it was true, or that Orm was waiting for an answer, either.

He let out a breath. “All right,” he acquiesced. “I don’t suppose you… have any tips?”

Orm dropped his gaze, covering the fidgeting fingers of his left hand with his other hand. “My father was killed on my seventeenth birthday attempting to take the Ocean Master title himself,” he began quietly. “I was a child with the legacy of a traitor and a failure on my shoulders, Mera and Vulko were already working against me, and suddenly I had to take the throne. I had everything to fight and no one to fight it with. Aside from believing the gods had a plan for me, the only thing that saw me through was imagining my mother at my shoulder, supporting me through it.” He tipped his head wearily. “Of course, now I know that she would have disapproved of a number of my decisions.”

“Not all of them,” Stephen soothed instinctively while he mulled over the message. Imagine someone supporting me. “Your people had good reasons to want you as their king. Arthur still has a lot of your policies in place, doesn’t he?”

“With some tweaks,” he grumbled. He glanced over his shoulder, looking towards the ocean, towards New York and Amnesty Bay. Towards his home.

Stephen said nothing, giving Orm the peace to have his moment of longing and himself the peace to sort through his mess of a life. Who’s supportive enough to imagine at my shoulder?

He loved his parents, but considering they were the reason he was so terrified right now, they didn’t seem like the best choice. He had no siblings, and he had lost contact with his friends and extended family long ago. His exes certainly weren’t an option, and neither was David, nor anyone else on their crew. He had some good coworkers now, but they weren’t that close yet, and that logic applied to the royal family as well. Well, all of them except…

Orm looked back at him. “Are you ready now?”

Stephen couldn’t quite make himself smile, but some of his nerves did settle, enough for him to unbuckle and open the door. “Let’s go.”

They got out, Orm smoothing his hair again, and Stephen kept an eye on his stiff movements, hovering in case he stumbled, partially to be protective and partially to think about anything but the rapidly nearing door. But there was no distracting himself once he stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell with a shaking hand. Throat dry, heart hammering loudly enough for the world to hear, he shuffled slightly backwards, close enough to his chosen person for their shoulders to almost brush, and waited.

The door creaked open, and there stood his mom, her polite smile of greeting vanishing at the sight of him. She was older, with more wrinkles and whiter hair than he remembered, but still achingly familiar, right down to her favorite apron covered in pink hearts and the ponytail she always told him he had loved to play with when he was a baby. Tears sprang into her eyes as she covered her mouth with her hand. “Stephen?” she whispered behind it.

“Who is it, yeobo?” his dad called from somewhere inside.

If she responded, Stephen didn’t hear it. His gaze jerked towards the voice that had taught him Korean, his heart leaping into his throat, forgetting to breathe altogether until a tentative hand touched his arm. He lifted his hand to meet it, catching Orm’s fingers and holding on for a moment, steadying himself. I’m not alone. I’m just talking to my parents.

With a quick squeeze and a grateful glance, he nudged Orm’s hand down, letting him withdraw to the comfort of his personal space. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to his waiting mom. “Umma,” he greeted, the long-unused name catching on his tongue. “I’m, uh…” She’s seen me on TV. She knows I’m not dead. “Hi,” he finished weakly.

“Hi,” she greeted, fond and wobbly. With a tentative, trembling hand, she cupped his cheek, looking him over. “How… how have you been, sweetheart?”

“I’ve been…” He trailed off. She didn’t really need to know how miserably lonely and bitter he had been, or how many times he had nearly died, not right off the bat, and he didn’t really want to explain it all right now, anyway. He wanted to get Orm to a place to sit, he wanted to eat whatever was making that delicious smell wafting towards him, and, more than anything, he just wanted his mom. “I missed you.”

His voice cracked, and it was like the bursting of a dam. She stretched onto her tiptoes and swept him into a hug just in time for him to sob into her shoulder. He crumpled into her embrace, digging his fingers into her shirt, feeling her do the same on his back, both of them holding on like the other would disappear if they let go. An approaching set of footsteps made him lift his head, but he didn’t have time to say a word before his dad threw his arms around them both. “Appa,” he mumbled through another sob, leaning against him, one of his beloved beige shirts suddenly all he could see.

“Welcome home, Stephen,” he murmured thickly.

The words sounded foreign to his ears. “I’m sorry-” he started.

“Shh,” his mom soothed instantly, stroking his hair. “All that matters now is that you’re here.”

He fell silent, too choked up to respond even if he knew what to say. They weren’t mad. They weren’t pushing him away. They were just overjoyed to see him, happier than they had been even in his wildest dreams, and he clung to that love, to the security that he had longed for so many times in his years beneath David’s thumb. He closed his eyes, an unbearable weight lifting from his shoulders, and let the hug speak for itself, just like Orm had said it would.

Warm and safe in their arms, the tears and anxiety melted away, until they were eventually ready to half let go of each other. He straightened up, scrubbing his sleeve across his face, his other hand held tight in his mom’s and his dad holding his shoulder. “Who is this?” she asked.

He looked back at Orm, quickly donning his best charming prince smile after what was surely the very awkward experience of witnessing the tearful reunion that he wasn’t a part of, but Stephen could see his own nerves in the fingers subtly fidgeting against his thigh. “This is Orm. He’s…”

My roommate. Living proof that I was never insane and a font of all the Atlantean knowledge I’ve ever wanted and more. The prince who keeps saving my life. The guy who listens to me no matter what I’m rambling about. The first person in years who actually seems to care about me. A cute nerd and a hot soldier with a lifetime of pain that I wish I could kiss away. He’s… so many things to me.

But all of those details could wait, too. Especially the bit about wanting to kiss him. There was only one thing to say that both summed it all up and would instantly endear him to them.

“He’s the reason I’m here,” he finally said.

Forewarned that they were huggers, Orm quickly offered his hand when they both started to smile at him, and Stephen angled himself to shield him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

They took their turns shaking his hand and introducing themselves, and then his mom promptly tugged them both inside after they took their shoes off. His dad shut the door behind them and they were ushered to the dining room, where they were told to sit while his parents bustled around in a flurry of activity, finishing dinner and flinging question after question at the pair of them. Stephen answered what he could, and Orm stepped in when he got overwhelmed, genuine curiosity about their lives and a lifetime in politics easily giving him the respite he needed to breathe. Their arms were nearly brushing on the table, and by the time dinner was served and his parents joined them at the table, talking with both of them as if they had been there all along, he could hardly believe that he had been so afraid of this for so long.

He was home.

#stephen shin #orm marius #shinorm #aquaman #dceu #my fanfic. #julie tag #once again i wanted to write short things but this happened instead

[petertingle-yipyip]

WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

finale - sinner

tags: n/a // ten // epilogue // masterlist

Pairing: frank x reader, billy x reader

Word Count: 10,008

Summary: It all comes down to one final night, where it all began. One who thinks he’s a god versus the one who once scared the Devil and the Punisher. The Devil wasn’t wrong after all to fear the evil she delivers.

David helped you get Frank into Dinah’s car. You were so out of it by then that you didn’t even know when the gun at the back of your head disappeared or what Dinah told her team for them to leave you all alone.

You sat with him in the backseat, letting yourself absorb his pain to keep him calm and give him a better chance. The drive seemed to go by in a blur given the fact that your body was still reeling with the effects the adrenaline shot. You three managed to get Frank into Dinah’s parents’ apartment and her dad helped to take care of Frank.

Your head was still pounding even though the gash had long since stopped bleeding. Your chest ached and your hand was clutching that familiarly cracked rib while your heart pounded viciously. Every breath felt ragged and your balance was uneven. Before you could say anything or catch yourself, you collapsed to the floor.

You were unconscious for hours. You woke up with your mask and suit off. Your torso was wrapped tightly and your head was carefully bandaged. You sat up and felt the uncomfortable shift of your ribs, though the pain was significantly less. You looked around and saw your bloodied mask and Bites on the nightstand. Your suit was tossed over a nearby chair and you were wearing the hoodie and sweats you had been wearing before the meeting with Billy.

Billy…

You rubbed a hand across your eyes and when you pulled it back, you noticed there were thin red lines around your wrist. Looking at it fully, you noticed the other wrist had the same marks. From the zip ties, you figured.

Dinah came in soon after and was the first to notice you were awake. She gave a tight smile and placed a folded outfit at the edge of the bed before she turned to Frank.

“Hey, Princess.” Frank said softy, reaching over to take your hand.

“Hey.” You replied and your voice was raspier than you anticipated. “It done?”

“Not yet.” Dinah answered with a sigh. “You should take Lieberman’s little gift and disappear, fast.”

“Gift?” Your brows furrowed before an envelope landed beside you on the bed. You looked at the source and David gave you a small nod. You opened it carefully and saw it was packed with hundred dollar bills while Dinah kept talking.

“I’d say the same goes for you, Y/L/N, but given the fact that no one there knows it was you, your secret’s safe for now.”

“My secret…” You repeated. “Funny you say that when my mask is across the room.”

“The only people that have seen your face are the people in this room. And my parents but they don’t know your name.”

“If I ever see you again after you walk out of this door, then all bets are off.” Dinah warned as Frank stood to leave. “I will take you in or I will shoot you down.”

“Wait.” You threw the covers back and jumped to your feet. As soon as you landed, your knees buckled and you nearly collapsed. Pushing through it, you chased after Frank and ignored the voices calling you back. “You can’t leave me.”

“You’re gonna be alright.” He said gently. “You don’t need me around, Y/N/N.”

“I don’t wanna be alone again.” Your eyes burned with the threatening tears. “I can’t take being alone again.”

“You’re not alone, okay? Call your friends, yeah? I’ll see you around.”

“Frank...”

“I know.” He practically whispered. “But you gotta trust me. Just… Please, trust me. I'm gonna take care of it.”

“I don’t need you to protect me from this.” You countered firmly.

“Alright.” He scoffed. “Look at yourself, Y/N. That rib’s been busted almost as long as I’ve known you. Your head gets split open once a month. You’re probably living with a concussion, God knows what else. You keep going like this, this thing is gonna crush you.”

“I don’t care. I need to see this to the end.”

“It’s not your fight, Princess. You steer clear of this and I know that even if he kills me, he’ll leave you alone.”

“I can fight for myself. And you wanna talk about what’s happened to me, you’re no better off.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He shrugged.  “You’re one of the few things left worth fighting for, alright? So that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“And I’m not helpless. I can go through this and not die.”

“Yeah? I bet Red thought the same thing and look where he ended up.”

Without hesitation, you brought your hand up and slapped him across the face. You hadn’t even realized you had done it until the sound seemed to echo throughout the room. Your eyes went wide in mild shock at your own action, but at the same time, it didn’t surprise you to react that way.

No one got to talk about Matt and his death, especially someone who wasn’t there.

He pushed past you after that, upset that you had hit him but also relieved that you were passed at him. Using your powers for a brief moment, you understood he wanted you to be mad at him so you’d stay away. So you’d leave him to die if it came to it.

He didn’t seem to realize just how stubborn you could be.

You went back into the bedroom and collected your gear. You tucked it under your sweatshirt and thanked Dinah for her help again. You asked her to thank her dad and wished David best of luck with his family before you left. Dinah was saying something about her seeing it through and that you or Frank didn’t have a monopoly on payback. Truthfully, you let it go in one ear and out the other.

Billy Russo was going to pay. You spared him too many times. In turn, he spared you but the tit-for-tat system was getting you nothing. Nothing but physical pain and injury and for what? For him to win?

You got into your apartment and once again found Karen inside, the chest that hid Daredevil open at her feet. She apologized and said she tried to call. Her explanation shifted to questions when she saw the bandages on your forehead while you pulled your bloodied alias from under your hoodie. You simply threw the pile into the closet and kept moving past her, towards your bedroom. You paused at the small box you had kicked out of your way before so you picked it up and brought it with you.

You sat on the edge of your bed and unfolded the small piece of paper that was tucked under the edge of the lid.

-sorry about everything, billy-

You made a face to yourself before tossing the paper and opening the box.

It wasn’t until you heard your front door close did you pull your phone. You called the familiar number, knowing it’d be the last time. It had to be.

“And here I was thinking you didn’t want anything to do with me. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He said when he answered and to your surprise, there was no malice in his words.

“Can’t I just call to check in?” You answered.

“I didn’t think you’d want to, given the fact that you, yknow, shot me.”

“And you slammed my head into a pole till I went unconscious so I’d say it balances out.”

“Why are you calling, Y/N?”

“Why’d you answer, Billy?”

“General curiosity.” He said simply. “Your turn.”

“The watch.” You spun it in your hand and your fingers felt a difference in texture. Glancing down, you almost laughed. “Was it one of yours?”

“No, picked it out just for you.”

“So what’s with the BR on the inside of the strap?”

He chuckled as if he was caught and the mundaneness of the conversation felt so out of place.

“I saw that ring your Matt got you, the one with his name in it. Thought if we could smooth things over, you’d have something with mine but…”

“At least it’ll get a good chunk from the pawn shop.” You shrugged.

“Ouch. I know it doesn’t match your little costume, which I gotta say, makes you look great.”

“C’mon, Billy. You’re gonna tell me you don’t understand that all this is on you? Your choices led us here.”

“You made a choice too. But you don’t see me throwing that back at you.”

“Difference is I made a good one. You’ve done yourself no favors.”

“I still don’t get what’s so special about Frank.”

“That man was damn near dead and he was worried about me. He’s always taken my side and looked out for me. You say that you’d never hurt me but I know he wouldn’t. He’s the closest to family that I have in New York. You don’t get to take that from me.”

“As much as I love our little chats, Beautiful, I’ve got things to take care of.”

“If you manage to get through Frank and it comes down to you and me, you’re dead.” You warned.

“Can’t wait.”

The line went dead and you dropped the phone in your lap. You rubbed your aching eyes and took a few deep breaths, as deep as the tight bandages would allow.

You were running through scenarios as to what Billy would be up to. Hiding at Anvil was an option, but unlikely. You figured Homeland would’ve raided the place by now, or at the very least be in the process of raiding. Same could be said about his place. His bridge with you and Dinah was burned so he wouldn’t be on his way to either place.

All that really could leave would be Curtis.

Curtis.

You jumped up quickly and hurried to change. You dressed in a hurry before practically running to the closet. You shoved a gun into the waistband of your pants and snatched your bag before you left. You were nearly

sprinting to your car to get to Curtis’ place.

You thought to call Frank but how could you? You doubted he had any sort of burner, not one you had the number of at least. Besides, he was more than willing to do it without you. Dinah wouldn’t be the help you needed. So you were on your own.

You banged on the door and waited for an answer, though you were met with silence. You banged on it again, harder than before, and still got no response. You muttered to yourself about Curtis sleeping like the dead before you knelt and reached under your shirt for one of the metal fasteners on the bandages. You bent it back and forth until it snapped into two pieces and you used the pieces to pick the lock.

You drew your gun and carefully opened the door, seeing a phone slide across the floor. You moved in slowly and saw Billy on the other end of the room, ducked below the windowsill. Your eyes scanned the room and it was easy to see the bullet holes. You nodded towards the window in question and Billy gave you a small nod before he lifted the phone to his ear.

You saw Curtis peak around from the floor of the kitchen and your focus immediately changed. You hurried over and dropped the gun at your side before examining the wound. You gently pulled the collar of his shirt aside to see the bloodied injury. You clicked your tongue, knowing there wasn’t much you could do at the moment, and applied pressure.

“Finish this where it all started.” You heard Billy say.

You gave no outward reaction but you knew what he meant.

Midnight at the carousel.

He left after that but you stayed at Curtis’ for a while longer. You two talked about what Billy was doing there while you waited for the ambulance. You were glad it was only the one gunshot and the shot itself wasn’t lethal. Whatever Billy’s plan there was, it wasn’t about killing Curtis, and you were thankful for that.

You went back home once the ambulance took him away. You had washed your hands at his place, but they still felt wet. Dripping with the blood of everyone you’d met. Everyone you’d hurt. Everyone you’d killed.

You had to shake the thought as you got to your apartment. You knew what you had to do, only it wasn’t a job for Y/N. It was set up for Exodus to finish.

Kill Billy Russo. Save Frank, save yourself.

It seemed so simple when you thought of it that way and maybe it was that easy. You were in the closet under the stairs gathering your equipment in a duffel bag. A clean suit, your new vest, Bites, gloves, mask with intact lenses, staffs, and a fully loaded belt. You fit the retractable blade to your wrist and tossed two handguns on your couch before going to your bedroom to change.

Dark fitted pants, dark red fitted long sleeve, your usual vigilante boots. You fit your FBI issued vest over it for the time being and threw a loose zip up over it. You sent a quick text to Dex before you threw your phone to your bed.

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Your phone landed beside the watch and you found yourself wanting to break it, stomp your heel on it and hear the glass break. Pull the straps apart and drive a knife through the rest. But you didn’t. You’d bury it with him. Dead, just like your feelings for him.

You pulled your hair back and looked at the long gash on your forehead, opposite the side of your mask scars. It buried itself in your hairline and was nearly healed, the slightest discoloration in your skin. You blew out a sigh and stared at your face as a whole.

She looked like you, close enough at least. Half alive compared to what you looked like when you first came to town. Twice as weak. More vulnerable than you ever intended, more willing to let people in. For that, you blamed Matt. It was easier to decide it was his fault

but you still looked for him in any other man.

But it seemed like every person you let in was another scar, another injury, more blood loss. You were always the loser, but as you stared into your ghosted eyes, you decided you’d get through the fight.

And if it killed you, then at least you tried. You had lived a life worth more than anything you would’ve had in the Red Room.

Despite all the sentiment, you couldn’t afford the vulnerability. The weakness. So you watched as the light Frank saw not too long ago fade from your eyes, locking away the weakness behind Exodus’ strength. What filled the light’s absence was almost as hollow, almost as empty. It was the look of a killer, of someone who has courted death.

It was the look of someone who truly was half alive. Someone that once brought out fear in the Devil of Hell’s kitchen, that decimated the Russians, uprooted Fisk’s empire, crushed the Yakuza. A trained killer, raised on the bitter taste of blood and changing the history of man. Someone who you tried to get away from but what’s good was that?

She was your shadow, and to be rid of that would be to lose a piece of yourself.

So be it.

You went back into your living room and placed your guns at your back, tucked into your belt. You stopped in at the closet one more time to add a knife inside your boot before you grabbed your bag. You slung it over your shoulder and bounded down the stairs to your car, throwing the bag into your backseat.

You drove over to the park, leaving your car a block away. You were going to survey the area and see if you could get a better vantage point, somewhere you could see it all but Billy wouldn’t see you. Before you left your car, you grabbed your Bites and shoved them in your jacket pockets.

You were wandering the emptying area, offering polite smiles to the kids who made eye contact with you while they laughed wildly. Their parents apologized but you assured them it was fine as you kept going. You had circled the small novelty feature and found nothing interesting until there was a small clatter inside the snack bar. You thought nothing of it at first but you moved closer to make sure.

Their voices were muffled, deeper into the room than you initially anticipated. You fitted your Bites into place and tugged your sleeve down to cover as you snuck into the room. You didn't need your mask to see that it was Billy, especially when their fear began to burn your tongue.

Your hand flexed and your Bite activated as you gave yourself a clear shot.

“Let them go, Bill.” You said flatly and you noticed your accent tinting your words. The girl yelped from the other room and Billy turned to face you calmly. You lifted your hand and aimed your weapon with the same sense of control. “They don’t have anything to do with this.”

“You wanna take their place?” His brows raised.

“Sure.” You shrugged. “If it’s to get to Frank, he’s gonna care more about me anyway.”

He tilted his head in acknowledgement before gesturing for the kids to leave. They squeezed past him and practically ran out, stammering a rushed ‘thank you’ as they passed, but you didn’t take your eyes off Billy.

“No suit this time?” He asked, leaning against the wall behind him. He crossed his arms and you noticed his gun was still in play, poking out from between his forearm and bicep. “But the accent’s kinda hot. Where’s that been this whole time?”

“Funny.” You rolled your eyes.

“Lighten up.” He tried with a smile but your expression didn’t change. “Jesus, Y/N, will you put that down?”

“No.”

“Alright, well then.” He sighed and moved quickly.

He fired his gun, hardly even moving it. The bullet hit the inside of your raised wrist and you cried out, arm falling down almost immediately. You examined the joint and were thankful it didn’t get through the Bite. However, your relief was short lived when the sharp electricity shot through your arm. Looking closer, the bullet cracked your weapon and now it was shorting out, releasing unregulated bursts.

You were reaching to take the device off when Billy’s touch stole your attention. Your head snapped up and as soon as your eyes met, he backhanded you with his pistol and you fell to the floor.

The sudden lights and movement pulled you back. Your eyes fluttered open and your arm still twitched from the electricity. Your arms were above your head, bound to the pole of the carousel horse that you could feel along the length of your spine.

You blinked through the lights and pulled on your restraints, which only sent another shock through your arm and you felt the zipties dig deeper into the tender skin. Why he didn’t take the Bites off, you didn’t know. Maybe the faulty one shocked him when he touched it. You shifted your body and felt both guns still against your back and shaking your foot, you felt the knife handle in your boot. Yet your jacket was gone.

You figured he left them because if you were restrained, it didn’t matter what weapons you had on your person.

“Billy?” You tried but opening your mouth allowed for a new pain to begin thumping at your jaw.

You rolled your eyes to yourself when you realized it was from when he hit you. You were going to get him back for that.

You had a feeling you were alone, or at least that he wanted to feel that way. As you spun on the stupid horse, you scanned the area. You knew he had to be somewhere. You felt the pride bouncing off the mirrors around you but the source wasn’t visible.

“Billy!” You yelled and pulled the restraints again, this time breaking skin on one side. “Goddammit…”

Your implant pinged in your head so you adjusted your head to bump your shoulder until it answered.

“The hell you doing here, Princess?” Frank asked tightly. Anger was in his voice but it didn’t feel directed at you, not completely at least. The concern between the syllables was.

“Not much at the moment.” You answered, shifting in the horse to sit sideways and get a better view of the restraints. You winced loudly as another shock ran up your arm and it made you wonder how much more juice was in that damn thing. “Could use some help.”

“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of it?” He argued instead and you had to roll your eyes.

“Sorry, I missed the part where I was supposed to listen to you.” You answered sarcastically. “Besides, it’s not like I planned to be stuck to a stupid horse.”

“You think you’ll be alright for a few minutes till I can get to you?”

“Sure.” You said before pulling on your wrists to get them further down the pole. “If my arm doesn’t lock up.. Dying would be one hell of an adventure, don’t you think?”

“What?”

“Nothing, nevermind.”

“You see him?”

“No.”

“Alright. I’m coming.”

You nudged your shoulder to shut it off and turned your focus back to your restraints. You tried twisting your wrists in opposite directions but it just dug the plastic deeper until the other side broke skin. Your next thought was the knife in your boot, but you’d fall off the horse trying to get it out. Next thought was the knife at your wrist. You were adjusting your hands to ensure the blade didn’t knick you when the explosions sounded.

Three loud, bright collisions that made you jump and nearly fall off the stupid animal. You craned your neck to look but that ridiculous spin put you on the other side while the gunfire sounded.

You slammed your foot against the closet horse in annoyance and Billy came into your field of vision, keeping low to likely keep visual on Frank.

“C’mon, Billy.” You commented, taking a deep breath and readjusting to sit back up on the horse. “Here I was thinking you were gonna play fair.”

“Shut up.” He sneered, still not looking at you.

“I’m just saying.” You shrugged, looking up at your hands again. You tried to flick the blade out but the tight constricts kept you from being able to fully move it. You groaned in annoyance and turned your attention back to Billy.

Manipulation it was.

“Billy, baby, c’mon.” You tried instead, drawing on that need he had to be wanted. “You don’t wanna do this. Not to me.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Let me outta these, yeah?” You kept pushing and found the slightest piece of admiration for you. He tried to hide it, to ignore it so killing you wouldn’t hurt him. But you found it. The slightest hint of an attachment. “We can… We can fix us. That’s what you want, right? You and me, clean slate.”

At that, he turned his head. The colored neon showed just enough of his expression that you saw the wide eyes he gave you. Disbelief, but want so clear on his face. If you had seen that expression hours before, maybe it would’ve changed your mind.

“C’mon, Bill. You don’t wanna hurt me, right?” You urged, nearing your own desperation as your arm was hit again and the jolt made your whole body react. “Please.”

The skin beneath the damaged Bite was burning, likely being worn through by the constant assault. The muscles in your arm were victim to constant spasms, soaked through with the remnants of electricity. It was almost enough to make you scream.

Billy drew closer but didn’t put his rifle down. He kept looking between you and the scene behind you, keeping an eye out for Frank no doubt. If Frank got close enough, you knew you could count on him to get you out, but at the time, that wasn’t an option.

So instead of screaming, you let yourself cry. You would’ve used some old pain or trauma of your own, but there was enough coming from Frank that you didn’t need to.

“Billy..” You said in a small voice, hoping to appear helpless and pathetic as the tears fell down your cheeks. “Please, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, just…”

He had just taken a hand of his gun to reach for a knife when he must’ve seen Frank. He was quick to raise his gun again as shots came in from the other side. You tried to duck and a bullet hit the center of the zipties wrapped around the pole. Your arms fell quickly and you reached to grab Billy’s rifle.

Once your hands were on it, you spun your legs and went off the opposite side of the house to force his gunfire towards the middle of the carousel. He released the trigger after a bullet bounced back and caught him in the cheek, causing him to fall to the ground yelling in pain.

You smiled slightly as he spit out the bullet. You knelt down, ensuring your foot was on the rifle, and grabbed Billy by his face. Your fingertip pressed on the new wound and fresh blood bubbled out and over your fingers. The sight drew another sadistic smile.

“What happens when you’re dead, hmm?” You asked, an innocent tone in your voice that didn’t match the scene at all. “Who’ll mourn you?… Look at you now, pretty boy. Какая пустая трата этого красивого лица.” (What a waste of this pretty face.)

He shoved your hand off and grabbed you by your throat. You let him back you against the center of the carousel and laughed to yourself when he pulled a handgun. You snuck your hand behind your back and grabbed one of your own, carefully wrapping your fingers around the cold metal as his came to your forehead.

“Count of three?” You asked with a smile.

He added more pressure to his grip and you coughed slightly at the restriction of air.

“You come out where I can see you, Frank, or I kill her right now!” Billy yelled, looking in either direction for Frank before looking back at you. “You beg.”

“No.” You said flatly.

“You beg Frank to come out and save your life, right now!”

“Fuck you!”

“Beg!”

“You know I’d never hurt you right?” You mocked him loudly, though it wasn’t much of a yell with his hand around your throat. “I never loved you, y’know.”

“What?”

“I was just passing the time.” You shrugged, a sadistically out of place smirk finding your lips. “I bet you loved me though. Cause I knew how to lie.”

“I’m gonna enjoy this.” He sneered but the venom in his tone did nothing to hide the blue fog that seemed to shape his words.

“I doubt it. And as far as Frankie’s concerned, yeah, he doesn’t care about me either.” You laughed. “Go ahead and pull the trigger. I dare you.”

“Let her go, Bill.” Frank said from a few feet away but your eyes didn’t leave Billy.

“Doesn’t care, huh?” Billy taunted before turning back to Frank, instructing him to ditch his gun.

You heard the clatter of his gun and soon after, his knife.

“Идиот.” You said to yourself, which caused Billy to pull you a few inches forward and slam you back. The impact triggered another shock from your busted device and you cried out sharply. (Idiot.)

“Shut up or I put a bullet in you right now!” He screamed in your face.

“Давай.” You sneered through gritted teeth. (Go ahead.)

“Bill, let her go.” Frank tried, desperation spewing from him like a busted pipe. “Let her go.”

“Attachments are a weakness, Frank.” Billy said, his voice dripping with condescension. He let you go to take a few steps closer to Frank and you collapsed, one side of your body still tingling with the electricity of your Bite. “I never had anybody.”

“Don’t.” You tried to get to your feet but Billy ignored you.

“You had us, Bill.” Frank answered and Billy shot him.

You flinched at the sound and looked up, surprised to see Dinah kneeling in front of you. Suddenly, you were the one starting to panic.

“What are you doing here?” You asked quietly as she helped you to your feet. “How did you know where we would be?”

“You okay?” She asked in the same hushed tone instead.

“I’ve got cuts around both wrists and I’m pretty sure I’ve burnt some of the nerves in my wrist and hand. What do you think?” You gave a sarcastic expression. “Listen, he’s lost it, alright? You need to-“

Before you could finish your sentence, a gunshot sounded and Dinah went down. Her finger on the trigger went off as she did and the bullet from her gun nicked the underside of your jaw, skirting along the bone. You teetered back against the mirrored center and the commotion started between the boys. You opened and closed your mouth to break up the burn from the bullet and peered down at the fallen agent, blood pooling from the new hole in her skull.

Your previous panic was burned out, replaced by a familiar heat of anger. A heat you used to curse but were thankful for. Your anger came with the red tint, the manic bloodlust that had come to worry you. Only now you reveled in it, welcomed it. You counted on it. You would thrive with it.

Billy was too focused on fighting Frank to realize you were coming up behind him. You ran up and used the pole closest to him as leverage. You gripped it with both hands and threw your feet forward to hit his back and send him to the floor.

He spun to his back as you were landing and he kicked one of your feet out, dropping you to your knees. You began to reach behind you when a bullet hit your wrist. It went in through the bottom and came out the other side. You cried out and clutched the bleeding joint. You yanked the broken Bite off and the shattered device left chunks of material behind in the opening. Blood bubbled and filled the now empty space and your hand trembled while a thick stream leaked down your arm.

You reached into your boot for your knife to cut your sleeve off. Using your teeth, you pulled some of the fabric away from your arm and pierced it with the knife. You yanked it down your arm before trying it haphazardly around your wrist. You tried to flex that hand, ensure there was enough blood getting to your digits, but the muscles were already tight from the electricity.

You had no idea if you’d bleed out by the time the night ended. It was a sharp slap in the face to realize that you really could die that night, to something as stupid as blood loss.

Matt’s voice came into your head at that point.

C’mon, Sweetheart. You’re not giving up yet.

You shook the thought and focused back on the scene in front of you. Billy had just thrown Frank to the ground so you grabbed your knife again and went after him.

You reached around from behind and out the blade to his neck. Before you could pull it and slice him open, he grabbed your arm and flipped you over his shoulder. Your back hit hard and he began turning the blade to point at you.

One of his hands wrapped around yours to keep the knife in your hand and the other pushed on your arm. You threw your free arm up to block it and flicked out the short blade at your wrist. You swung it quickly and blindly, but you felt it connect. Where it hit, you didn’t know but it was enough for him to let you go.

Frank got to your side and helped get you to your feet. You gripped your knife tighter and it shifted against your bloody palm before you put it away.

You wanted to do it with your bare hands.

Billy’s foot connected Frank’s chest and he fell back against one of the horses. 

You waited until you saw Frank up on his hands and knees before you moved. You vaulted over Frank, planting your hands on his back for stability as you kicked your feet forward. Your legs wrapped around Billy’s waist and you hauled yourself upright. The momentum of your upper body was enough to throw him into the nearest pole. One hand locked around the strap of his bulletproof vest from the underside while the other threw sharp punches.

You felt his hands on your waist and before you could react, he was driving forward with the intent of slamming you into something. You released his vest and pulled your hand back quickly, slicing a shallow gash from the middle of his jaw to his temple. You brought both arms up and slammed your elbows down against his spine, just as the middle of your back hit hard against the carriage-shaped seat and knocked the air out of you before you collapsed to your knees, wheezing in a poor effort to refill your lungs.

Again, Matt’s voice but this time he said a phrase you had never said around him. Something you learned from your aunt.

You can’t breathe, you can’t fight.

That was when you knew you were losing it. He shouldn’t have known that saying, yet you heard his voice as clear as the music around you. If you went down, you truly understood, you wouldn’t get back up. And for once in your life, that actually scared you.

You moved back at him quickly, swinging your blade at Billy. He ducked it easily and you wondered for a moment if it was due to the blood you lost. You buried the thought and moved in again, aiming a sharp jab at the bottom of his bulletproof. He jumped away from your attack and you dropped to your knees to knock his feet from under him.

As he fell, you pulled your blade back out. You flipped it over the back of your hand and tried to slam it down, aimed right at the soft spot at the base of his throat. His hand shot up and caught your hand, desperately trying to keep the tip of your knife away.

You threw your leg over him so you were straddling his chest with hopes of leaning enough of your weight forward to get the knife to pierce. After a few more seconds of no progress, you groaned loudly and pulled your hand back. You lifted the knife high and held it in both hands.

You screamed loudly in frustration as you drove it down again. Billy was quick to throw you off, your knife getting lost in the process. You two kept rolling until he was able to get on top of you and pinned your arms above your head.

You thrashed under his weight but to no avail. Every movement seemed to drain more strength than usual so out of desperation, you slammed your forehead against his. He fell off you and you were quick to shift and kick your feet hard, one heel catching him in the cheek in the same spot your knife slashed earlier.

You got to your feet and took a deep breath as Billy got up, only a few feet away from you. You two locked eyes a moment and from the taste in your mouth, you knew you weren’t the woman he was used to seeing. Now bloodied, chest heaving with heavy breaths, eyes empty save for the thought of murder. You were what the rumors said Exodus to be, especially when you smiled.

You rushed him again and threw an acrobatic kick that made him stagger backwards. When you landed, you swung the blade at your wrist. You made sure to keep your bloodied wrist out of the way for the most part, relying on the short knife on your wrist. You managed to catch him with small gashes, just able to slice his shoulder or his arm.

The tip of Billy’s wrist blade came at you and caused you to change your stance, resulting in a shallow stab to your stomach and exposure of your injury as you swung a heavy hook to counter. He caught your wrist and held tightly but you refused to make a sound. Instead, you used the other hand to grab his shirt and hooked a foot around his. You threw your body weight and flipped you two over again so you slammed into the ground. You landed on your side, aggravating your long standing rib injury, and you groaned to yourself as you uneasily got up to your feet.

Before you even register Billy’s location, he grabbed the back of your neck instead and you shot a foot out to keep him from slamming your head again. You added the other foot and kicked off, throwing your body against his.

He hit the horse behind him and you hit him, but both of you went down.

Frank took over at that point, pinning him down and beating on him while you used one of the horses to haul yourself up. Your hands slipped from the blood and your own legs threatened to go out from under you. You glanced down and saw the makeshift dressing was already soaked through and dripping. You groaned to yourself and wondered how much longer until it was half past midnight and Dex would show up.

Matt’s voice came again.

If you can’t stand, you can’t fight… Get up and fight. Back. Don’t let him win.

You wobbled on your feet and you were turning back at the fight when Frank slammed into your side. Your ribs knocked into the horse and felt the crack echo through. You groaned loudly before pushing yourself up, just in time for Billy to grab you by your hair.

Before he could do anything, you jumped over the horse and heard the thud of him hitting it behind you. You spun to face him before you pulled his arm over the top of the horse and you slammed your elbow down. The snap was loud and he cried out, signaling it broke. You smiled viciously before you fired from your Bite, a shot that caught him on the shoulder. He reeled away and you fired again, hitting almost the same spot. You followed after him and slammed the blade at your wrist into his shoulder before you grabbed his shirtfront. You yanked hard while throwing yourself back, pulling you both to the ground.

Your bloodied hand reached behind you and pulled one of the guns. You leaned back and the blade pulled back with you while you aimed. Before you could fire, he knocked the gun out of your hand. He changed your positions and you were on your back with his knee on your bulleted wrist.

As if on cue, Frank tackled Billy off.

“Никогда не заканчивается, не так ли…” You said to yourself, holding your fragile hand to your chest. (Never ends, does it…)

You had practically no feeling left in it and your fingertips were growing cold to the touch. You could move the digits but just barely. For a second, you thought they’d have to amputate your hand.

You forced the thought away and made your way back to Frank who had Billy against the mirrors. As you got closer, you saw the blood dripping from Billy’s stomach. You got there just in time for Frank to drag Billy’s face down the shattered mirror and you smiled genuinely. Frank backed off for a second to check on you and Billy tried to use the moment to his advantage.

You caught the punch he threw and shoved your short blade through his forearm, seeing the tip of the blade come out the other side. He screamed out and you forced him arm down, pressing your other at the base of his shoulder before you dragged him in a circle and shoved him face first into the jagged mirror. The action pulled the blade off your wrist but the blade was still lodged in his arm.

Frank held Billy by his hair and put a piece of the broken mirror against his throat. You stood beside your friend and pulled out your other gun, pressing it to Billy’s temple.

“Everyone I know will know your name.” You said lowly. “И все они будут презирать тебя за то, что ты сделал.” (And they’ll despise you for what you’ve done.)

You two met eyes in the shattered mirror while Billy mumbled something you weren’t listening to.

Your hearing had muffled itself by then. The edges of your vision were blurring and you felt unsteady on your feet but you pushed as the adrenaline faded from your blood. You persisted because you needed to see it through.

You came too far.

The two boys exchanged words before Frank put his weapon away. You hesitantly did the same but before you could attempt to speak, Frank kicked Billy into the glass again.

He slammed Billy into it a few more times while saying something you didn’t register. He offered you a turn and instead of slamming his head, you kicked your foot forward and your heel hit his face. You heard the crunch as the shards dug in deeper and while Frank finished his monologue, you remembered Dinah.

You made your way over and practically collapsed at her side. She was alive, at least. By the time Frank got to you, you were on the brink of passing out. Frank tried talking to you but you hardly processed any of it.  Instead, you forced the other Bite off and shoved it into his hand.

He practically threw the device before he sat beside you and carefully dragged you into his lap. One arm was behind you to keep you upright while the other reached for the bullet wound. You were fighting to keep your eyes open when you felt a sudden cold.

You weren’t sure if it was your own body temperature or Frank but when you got your eyes to focus, if only for a second, you couldn’t miss the blue haze across Frank’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You managed weakly. 

“You’re okay…” You couldn’t hear his words but you could read his lips. “It’s gonna be- gonna be okay. Just stay with me.”

Your head fell to the side and you saw a figure running up to you. He practically fell to his knees in front of you and his hands carefully cupped your cheeks.

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You were no longer cold or in pain. You were no longer dripping blood and in agony. Everything was calm, quiet. Everything felt peaceful.

You felt at peace for the first time.

The scene around you had changed from the carousel to a vast, empty space. There seemed to be a spotlight on you and Matt, while everything else was drowned out in a heavy darkness.

“You’re safe, baby.” Matt promised. “You can stay here, with me.”

“I love you.” You said quietly.

“I love you, too.” He smiled.

—“C’mon, Princess. Not here.”—

“Did you hear that?” You asked, glancing around the shadows before Matt pulled you against him.

“Hear what?” His brows furrowed as he led you in a small box step. “It’s okay, Y/N/N. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

—“Y/L/N? Can you hear me?”—

“No, someone else is…” You shook your head as you understood something. Looking at Matt, you realized he was looking at you in return.

Looking at you, meaning he could see you.

—“I can’t find a pulse. We’re losing her!”

If Matt could see you, if Matt was there with you, then you weren’t at the carousel. Not consciously, at least. You were on the true brink of death.

“I’m dying.” You realized.

“Stay with me.” Matt tried, holding you a bit tighter as if he knew you had to choose.

“I can’t…” You whispered. “I can’t die like this, Matty.”

“Please.”

“My beautiful baby.” A female voice said.

Your attention turned quickly and you saw a woman standing a few feet away. She had tears in her eyes and her hands covered her mouth, but the crinkle at her eyes showed you she was smiling. You dared to take a step closer and you realized the woman had the same eyes you did.

“Mom?” You asked quietly, your stomach sinking.

“Hi, sweet girl.” She answered sweetly. “You grew up so beautiful.”

“Mom…”

“Hi, Y/N.”

Y/N… No, that wasn’t right. Your mother should’ve used the name she had given you. The name Dreykov took away.

“This isn’t right.” You said to yourself.

—“Goddamit, Y/N. You don’t get to die here, too… I told you to stay outta this.”—

“It’s okay.” Matt offered. “You don’t have to fight anymore. Isn’t that what you wanted? Peace.”

“Yeah… But not like this. Not if it hurts them.”

“It’s not about them.” Your mother’s voice - what you imagined her voice to be at least - came again. “It’s about you and your peace. Why should you go back for them?”

—“Dammit, Y/L/N, come on!”—

“I can’t leave them.” You understood. “Not like this.”

“Sweetheart?” Matt tried.

“I love you, Matt, so much. Every beat of my heart will be yours until it stops. I'm just not ready to die.”

“I love you too, Y/N/N.” He smiled softly, a sight that was nearly enough for you to stay with him.

“I will never love another, not like I loved you. I just don't have the love for it again… And I’m sorry I let you down.”

“You never let me down.” He gave you a small smile. “You’re exactly who you’re supposed to be.”

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Your eyes opened to a hospital setting. You felt the throb of your pulse at your tightly wrapped wrists. Your entire body was stiff, taped and wrapped and bandaged in various places. You tried moving to adjust on the bed but the pain in your ribs reignited and you froze.

But the explosions were gone. The heat in your veins extinguished. The eternal hole swallowing whatever was left of your soul was erased. Being that close to death seemed to reset your emotional alignment.

“Just relax.” A familiar voice said from your side. Looking over, you saw Dex beside you and you felt some relief in the familiar face.

“How long has it been?” You asked, though you could barely hear your own voice.

“Four days.”

“You’ve been here the whole time?”

“Yeah.” He breathed in relief. “Pretty much, yeah. I had to make sure you pulled through, y’know”

“Guess that’s why you look like shit.” You joked.

“You’re one to talk.” He laughed lightly.

“Four days…” You repeated thoughtfully. “Does that mean Russo’s dead?”

“Uh, no. No, he’s not. Eleven hours under the knife and they’re still not sure if he’ll regain any significant brain function. Some of the nurses were saying he may not even remember the name if he ever wakes up.”

“What about Castle? Madani?” The incessant beeping from the corner of the room, likely the machine tracking your vitals, began to sound quicker. “Dex, don’t tell me this was all for nothing.”

“They’re alright.” He spoke quickly but his eyes stayed on the beeping machine. “They’re fine. Madani woke up earlier from what I hear. Looks like you took the real brunt of it.”

“Okay, good.” You sighed in relief and you lifted your more heavily bandaged hand to examine the wrapping. “Speaking of, just how bad?”

As if on cue, the doctor came in and gave you a quick rundown. Burned nerves in your hand. Shattered bones in your wrist. Deep cuts around both wrists. Severely broken rib. Concussion. Various bruises and cuts, including a stab wound near your belly button and a bullet nick under your jaw.

She suggested pins to repair the rib and said you’d need some physical therapy for your hand, along with a brace to absorb impacts from work even though they weren’t sure if the pain would ever go away. Some dexterity would be lost but you had expected that. She also explained that they utilized the bullet’s entry and exit to do most of the bone repair so there wouldn’t be additional scarring, as if that small cosmetic detail would make you feel better.

It didn’t.

You denied the pins and before she could try to convince you, your SAC walked in.

“You’re insane, you know that?” She said flatly once the doctor left.

“Yeah, so I’ve been told.” You agreed. “I’m guessing I’m fired?”

“No… Agent Madani explained why Russo was such a target for you two and it’s enough to piss off and interest both bureaus. Together, the bureaus will provide you two with all the legal resources we can to get Russo behind bars.”

“Behind bars…” You repeated slowly. “Attempted murder on two feds and manslaughter of another?”

“It’s my understanding that he won’t stand trial for Agent Stein since the operation was falsified.”

“You’re kidding.” You groaned. “Alright, well what about Castle?”

“What about him?” She shrugged. “Officially, he was never there.”

“He saved my life.” You argued firmly.

“The narrative has been… redirected. Lewis Wilson and William Russo are the only suspects anyone needs. Your statement and Agent Madani’s statement will corroborate that. Homeland had worked very hard to give your ‘friend’ his life back. Do you really want to take that from him?”

“Did Madani agree to this?”

“She’s the one who wanted to help Castle.”

“I want to see him.”

“No, we need to take your statement first. Interactions outside of this may influence your memory.”

“Well as of now, my statement includes Frank Castle going toe to toe with Russo to give me every chance to go home.” You said sharply. “It includes every hit he took that was meant for me and how I was used as bait to lure him out while you are trying to influence my memory.”

“Traumatic events can impact your memory of the event in its entirety.” Your SAC countered calmly. “Frank Castle was never there.”

“Your statement needs to match the official report, Y/N/N.” Dex tried, a more gentle tone than Hattley.

“Then maybe I should wait till it comes out for it to jog my memory.” You sneered.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, agent.” Hattley said instead. “Get some rest and we’ll try again later.”

Once she left, you turned to Dex.

“I wanna talk to Frank.” You said quietly.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now.” He answered. There was an attempt at sincerity in his voice.

“If I don’t, then he’s gonna be sent away and he won’t know that I’m okay… Please, Dex. He’s my friend.”

“Alright.” He sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Once he left, the bedside phone rang.

“Hello?” You answered cautiously.

“Hey there, sugar cube.” A familiar voice said on the other side, one that drew an almost immediate smile.

“That’s a nickname from a children’s show.” You laughed.

“A fantastic children’s show that you just refuse to watch.”

“If you say so, Wade.” You shrugged with a laugh. “How’d you know I was here?”

“Oh, I know everything about you.” He reasoned. “But what I don’t know is what the hell are you out here dying for?”

“Nothing.” You said innocently.

“Right, and I’m a fluffy pink unicorn that can crap diamonds and barf glitter… Come on. Spill. What made you go rogue?”

“The guy lied and wanted to kill my friend.”

“And where was Ye Olde Devil Friend?”

“Dead.”

He gasped dramatically and you chuckled a bit. “I’m sososososo sorry! You okay?”

“I’m working through it.” You said honestly. “In between caring too much and not caring at all.”

“I’ve gotta run because your guy friend’s coming back - which you need to explain that. I can see what you’re into but he also seems like he’s a chicken nugget short of a happy meal if you know what I’m saying… But call me if you need anything, alright? To talk, to cry, to run around town and stab some sickos, make friendship bracelets, vandalize someone’s car. Whatever it is, I’m there for you. Okay, pookie bear?”

“Never call me that again.” You laughed. “Thanks, Wade.. Hang on. How do you knew Dex is-“

“Okay, byyyyeeee!!”

The phone call ended and you sat in quiet shock for a moment. You shrugged it off as part of Wade’s usual antics and replaced the phone. You shifted to get comfortable on the bed when your rib reignited, sending a fresh burn of pain through your side.

“Может быть, булавки были бы хорошей идеей.” You muttered to yourself. (Maybe the pins would’ve been a good idea.)

“Hey, Princess.” Frank’s voice stole your attention.

You smiled widely as he came and sat on the edge of the bed. The action pulled on your busted lip and scraped jaw but you ignored the openings. “Look like hell.”

“Yeah.” You agreed with a small laugh. “Yeah, he sure didn’t take it easy on me.”

“Bet you wish you had listened to me now, huh?” He gently lifted your shot wrist. “How bad’s this?”

“Permanent nerve damage and shattered small bones. Doctor says I’ll need a brace and it could hurt for the rest of my life.”

He set your hand down carefully and kept a gentle hold on your fingers instead. You returned the hold as best you could, despite the pain that shot ups from the small movement.

“Just like that rib, huh?” He tried to joke.

“Had to make it a pair, y’know?” You joked in return.

“They fill you in on Russo yet?”

“Yeah, that he’s basically a vegetable right now and may or may not be worth anything ever again... I want him to remember. I want him to see me and now that I helped do that to him. And I want him to know he deserved it.”

“You really do got a mean streak.” He chuckled.

“They also told me about your help being omitted from the final narrative.”

He hummed in agreement.

“You know where you’re gonna go?”

“Anywhere, I guess.” He shrugged. “But I didn’t wanna go anywhere till I knew you’d be alright.”

“Honestly, Frank, I don’t think I’ll ever really be alright again… Not even physically but mentally. Losing Matt messed with my head and when I was right on that cusp of dying, I saw him. He practically begged me to go with him.”

“Y/N, you did die for about a minute.” Frank said gently.

“I did?”

“Yeah, your heart stopped. Blood loss, they said. Your partner was able to get you started again but it was one of the worst minutes of my life, y’know. You’re family, like a sister. And if I… If I had lost you at that carousel, Jesus, I would’ve…”

“I’m sorry.” You said honestly. “I didn’t think about it that way until it was almost too late.”

“Yeah, I could hear it in your voice that you weren’t thinking or caring.”

“I just couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to live with that anymore.”

“So why’d you decide you wanted to live?”

“I heard you.” You shrugged. “You and Dex, begging me to stay… Reminded me I’ve still got something here, I guess.”

“Good thing is that part of your heart that Murdock got to is still there.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You nodded. “Doesn’t make anything easier, though.”

“Nah. You and me don’t get easy. Easy gets boring.”

At that you laughed, which made your side hurt, but you didn’t quite care at the moment.

“I’ll get you when you’re released and take you home, alright? Get some rest. You need it.” Frank said kindly.

“Yeah, I feel like I got hit by a bus.” You agreed as he stood.

He reached forward and gently put a hand on top of your head. You smiled slightly as you understood what the gesture meant. He was grateful you were alive. He was grateful you were in his life to begin with, on his side and willing to fight right next to him. But there was also a hint of regret, like he wished you didn’t have to.

Three days later, you were able to go home. During those last few days, you gave your official statement to your bureau and your deposition regarding David’s involvement.

You went with Frank to bring David home. He asked you both to come in but you politely declined. Though as you two were pulling away, Leo came running out. She came straight to your window and knocked on it till you rolled it down. She put the familiar hourglass back in your hand, insisting you keep it for the next person you need to help. She then lifted the cuff of her sleeve to show the red drawing on the top of her wrist while she proudly said she had her own now.

You encouraged her strength and she smiled brightly, waving vigorously as you two left. It was a good thing you did, because you were tearing up at that point as you thought of how you had actually helped her.

Frank stuck around with you at Curtis’ meeting that night. He spoke about the uncertainty of what comes after war and how the silence after the gunfire was hard to live in. You understood that. Fighting beside Daredevil was your own war and once he was gone, it was quiet. Too quiet.

Frank drove you home that night and opened your car door. When you got out, you hugged him tightly. He returned the gesture, though he was more careful of your still lingering injuries.

“You’re gonna be alright, Y/N/N.” He said gently.

“I know.” You sniffled. “I’m just not looking forward to doing it alone.”

“You’re not alone. You got Karen, Nelson, Curtis, that church Murdock went to. People out here, they care about you, right? And you still got me. Anytime you need me, you call me, okay? And I will get my ass over here. I don’t give a damn what Madani or Homeland have to say about it. You got it?”

“Yeah.” You smiled slightly and stepped back. “Thanks, Frank. I know we probably won’t talk much while you’re gone but if you get yourself in trouble, you can call me, too.”

“I know.” He returned the smile. “And here.”

He handed you an envelope.

“You’re giving me money, too?” You joked and he scoffed slightly.

“Cause you need it, right?”

“I do. Rent’s not cheap, even with the billboard… Really, what is it?”

“It’s a letter, smartass. I know it’s hard, losing that one person who meant everything. And it’s not the same but for when you’re down in the dumps and are gonna go off the rails again, read it first.”

“Aw.” You gave a teasing pout. “Punisher’s gone soft.” You poked his stomach a few times while he chuckled.

“Yeah, run of the mill teddy bear over here.” He snorted a laugh. “Take care of yourself, alright? You promise me that?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll do my best.”

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[fablesrose]

Ch 2 - The First David Job

Masterlist

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Words: 2273

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I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t one to jump at a party, but one every once in a while was nice. And one as beautiful as this? Sometimes you just can’t let the opportunity slip by. The air was warm and the drinks were cold. The decor sparkled in the dim light. 

I kept my arm linked with Maggie’s or at least close by for most of the night. This was a high end place, and while I was technically perfectly welcome as a plus one, I still did not want to be caught alone when I knew no one else. Personally at least. I had met the host, Ian Blackpoole, a couple of times in passing as he was Nate’s previous boss, but that hardly counts. In fact, it was a little strange to be there without Nate. I wondered how he was doing.

One of my hands smoothed my dress down my body as I noticed the two of us occasionally caught some eyes. The dress was easily one of the most beautiful articles of clothing I owned now, thanks to Maggie helping me pick it out yesterday when we went dress shopping. I wasn’t totally used to getting even this much attention from strangers. 

Eventually, as I noticed Maggie’s and my drinks were running dry, a handsome man with glasses and long hair pulled back came with three flutes of champagne. 

“Beautiful ladies such as yourselves shouldn’t have to grab your own drinks,” he had a slight southern charm about him as he smiled and offered the glasses to us. Something about his voice tickled the back of my brain as if I had heard it before, but I had no idea where that could have been, so I didn’t think about it too much. 

I quickly grabbed Maggie’s empty glass and handed hers and my own to a passing waiter before taking the glass from the man with a slight smile. My fingers brushed against his in the process and I noticed how warm his hands were. 

“My name’s Adam, Adam Sinclair. May I ask who you lovely ladies are? I assume you came together, friends?”

Maggie laughed, “That is flattering. I’m Maggie, this is my niece y/n.”

I smiled softly as she introduced me as her niece, and giggled a little when I noticed Adam’s slightly shocked face. 

“Niece? I never would have guessed.”

We chatted for a while, mostly about our jobs and what brought us to the party. I was impressed as I noticed he gave almost equal attention to the both of us. Maggie may have been fifteen years my senior, but definitely didn’t look it, plus she was gorgeous. I knew she would never leave me hanging, but I would not have blamed any man here for vying for her attention over mine. 

Adam paused and turned away from us for a second, it looked like he was checking the time and muttered to himself before turning back to us. 

“Actually ladies, I have to go meet someone… Would you like to accompany me?”

After we agreed he escorted us across the party to a couple of people. One of them was Blackpoole, and there was someone else raising his voice to him.

“I’m drunk, I’m broke, I’m livin’ out of my car! I-I just want the paycheck, and at this point I don’t care where it comes from.”

“Nate?” Maggie spoke first, as I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

He turned around and his eyes widened and flipped from Maggie to me and back, “Maggie? Y/n?”

“You guys know each other?” Adam looked between the three of us nervously.

“Of course,” Blackpoole interjected, “Maggie is Nate’s ex-wife, y/n is his niece.”

“Ohh…”

I was the first to move as I went up and hugged Nate. I didn’t say anything as I could smell the alcohol on him. He hesitantly hugged back before pulling me away so he could look at me better. He had a tight expression as he quickly snapped to Adam and introduced himself.

Adam stumbled a bit as he shook his hand saying his own name, “That’s a mighty fine grip you have there Mr. Ford.”

There was a woman who stood next to Blackpoole. I only noticed her when she stepped forward interrupting the awkward moment between Nate and Adam.

“Signoras Ford-”

Maggie stopped her “Collins, I use my maiden name. Y/n here is the only Ms. Ford.”

I noticed Nate staring at Maggie as she said so. I watched the Italian woman pry Adam’s and Nate’s hands apart.

“Scusi, you mind if I borrow Professor Sinclair for a moment. Yes, we must talk to Mr. Blackpoole.”

“Of course,” Maggie replied. 

The three of them, Blackpoole, Adam, and the Italian lady walked away briskly leaving the three of us, Nate, Maggie, and I alone. 

“Maggie, y/n, what are you doing here?” He looked at Maggie directly, “Why are you working for him?”

“I’m not, I’m under contract with this museum. I’m just helping him set up this exhibit. I thought y/n might be interested, so I invited her.”

Nate looked bothered all the same at her answer. 

“Nate,” Maggie brought his attention back to herself, “I heard what you were saying before. I had no idea things were so awful for you.”

I finally spoke up, “What happened to that job you were working? The consulting agency? I thought you were really enjoying it…”

“Oh no no no,” He looked at me for a second, “uh… It’s been hard… business declined more than expected…”

“Oh Nate, I’m sorry.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it comfortingly. 

Maggie added, “You should have called me, I would have given you money.”

“I don’t need money!” Nate did that strange pause again, “I need money. I mean, I just need this deal.”

I watched as Maggie contemplated for a moment, “Well then let's go get it.” She turned towards where the others went and quickly strode over. 

Nate sputtered next to me as I called, “Maggie? What are you doing?” I nervously chased after her, letting go of Nate's hand in the process.

“What’s Nate here for?” Maggie instantly interjected herself into the conversation.

“It’s an art sale, but it’s private,” Blackpoole responded.

“I’ll verify the art.”

I tugged at her arm and whispered, “Maggie…” I admired her boldness at times, but the tension of this situation counteracted it.

The Italian woman smiled tightly with a laugh, “Scusi, no, we agreed, uh, no outside people.”

“No no no, uh, no, that’s alright.” Blackwell interrupted, “I’ve been a little hesitant… No offense, but I don’t know you that well,” he said to Adam who stood next to him. 

“But you know me, you know my reputation.”

I took a step back, clearly she knew what she wanted. I glanced at Nate who stood next to me, he had a slightly frustrated yet anxious look.

“If my presence will help you close the deal, then I’m in,” Maggie continued. 

“Agreed,” Blackpoole responded. “My one condition, Maggie examines the sculpture or I walk.”

Nate nodded after a moment, “Agreed, I’ll get some drinks and we’ll celebrate.”

“I’ll help you Signor Ford.” 

The two of them walked away. I contemplated going with them or stepping up into the circle with Maggie, Adam, and Blackpoole. I decided on a third option of heading to the bathroom to escape the anxious atmosphere around me. The craziness of seeing Nate doing so poorly and the tension between him and Maggie just became a bit too much. I quickly whispered into her ear where I was going and took my leave. 

On the way to the bathroom I took a glass of water with me. I entered the bathroom and sighed in relief when I saw it was empty. I sipped the water as I made sure to take deep breaths. I wanted to rub my hands across my face and through my hair, but I worked hard on my hair and makeup. I didn’t want to mess it up. I resorted to rubbing and scratching my temples and around my hairline. I don’t know how long I was in there, but once I finished my water and felt that I was relaxed enough to go out there again I ventured back to the party. 

I finally found Maggie who was exchanging her number with Adam saying, “I’ll let you know when we can discuss the piece.” I let my eyes wander before I reached her, seeing that Nate was a little ways away. 

“Are you sure you are going to be okay Nate?” I asked when I approached him. 

He looked at me and I could see him biting the inside of his lip, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Once this deal is done…” he lowered his head as if in shame.

“Uh, speaking of which, would it… would it be okay if I tagged along? I was going to fly back to Boston tomorrow, but I can move it, stick around for a bit?”

Nate raised his eyebrow, “why-why would you want to do that?”

I rolled my eyes, “Because I care about you? I was actually gonna call you when I got here, but my calls wouldn’t go through to see if we could meet up. And, I like seeing you guys work, it's different from what I do, I’m on my computer all day. Booorrriinngg!”

That got Nate to smile for the first time I had seen tonight, “I know someone who would disagree with you on computers being boring, but uh, yeah, you can come along, you sound like a kid when you say that.”

“Well, they must do more exciting things than me. It can be like bring your kid to work day all over again. It’ll be fun.”

“Sure.”

Adam slipped into our conversation quickly, “It was nice to meet you Mr. Ford, I look forward to working with you.” He shook Nate’s hand before turning to me, “Y/n, Ms. Ford, excuse me… It's been a pleasure.” 

He took the fingers of my hand and raised it a little, bowing his head before turning and leaving the party. My eyes followed him for a second before turning back to Nate who had a scowl, also watching him. 

“Need I remind you that I am like, twenty seven?”

He turned his head towards me, “Doesn’t matter.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it, “I better get going, I’ll- I’ll see you later.”

I smiled and nodded before turning back towards where Maggie stood, watching us for a moment. 

“How’d it go?” she asked when I reached her.

“Well, I think. I must say, while I don’t entirely approve of your methods, I want to see this deal through too, so it looks like I’ll be staying a bit longer.”

She smiled and hooked her arm with mine, “Perfect.”

—--

“What was that?!” Nate yelled at Eliot once they got back to the office.

“Look, I’m sorry your ex wife gave me her number, its just to coordinate-”

“And my niece?”

“I didn’t even know you had a niece until tonight! I was just trying to be polite!”

“Yeah, well, I raised her, pretty much. I didn’t want her involved.”

Sophie commented, “Well she’s involved now, don’t think we didn’t hear that you are letting her come.”

Nate rubbed his hand over his face, “I’ll work it out…”

—

Maggie and I pulled up to the airport where the deal was going to take place. 

“Are you ready?”

I looked at her, “Of course.”

We exited the vehicle as Blackpoole arrived and greeted us. We walked in to see Nate and Adam already there. Greetings were brief before Nate was called up to the receptionist who told us to head on through. Adam smiled at me, letting me pass in front as he took the rear of the group.

When we approached the door of the hanger, the presumed seller exited a small plane that pulled up. I placed myself in an observing position, watching Maggie and Adam study the small statue as the seller and Blackpoole spoke to each other. 

“It’s a dead ringer for the first David you own. Caste off the same mold.” Maggie told Blackpoole. She looked at Nate and then me before turning back to the business man. “It’s real.”

I smiled and nudged Nate with my shoulder as everyone seemed to celebrate just a little bit. 

I let Maggie talk to Nate on the way out, discussing the good old days it sounded like. Adam walked me out behind them.

“You seem to really know your stuff Professor.”

“Please, no need for titles Ms. Ford.”

I smiled at him, “Then call me y/n.”

We reached the foyer of the airport when Adam turned to face me, “It was a pleasure to see you again, y/n.”

“The pleasure was mine.”

He gave me a grin before exiting the building.

I walked up to Nate, “I found a client here in LA, so I think I will stick around for a bit, maybe until after the exhibit opens. Let me know if you want to meet up, or need help getting your ducks in a row again.”

He nodded to himself, “You staying with Maggie then?”

“Probably, unless she kicks me out,” I laughed. 

“I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks Nate,” I patted his arm before heading to Maggie’s car and left. 

I turned around in my seat just in time to see Nate punch Blackpoole in the face.

Classic.

Tags: @isoldeahlstrom

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Bloodline: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: Never have you heard of a family killing together, and never have you heard of generation of families killing together. Yet here you are.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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There is no doubt that it is around the family and the home that all the greatest virtues, the most dominating virtues of human society, are created, strengthened and maintained." - Winston Churchill

The last case was a rush because they called you in after three women were dead, but this time is different. Alabama PD discovered a family killed inside their home and immediately called your team in due to the brutality of the murders. You didn't even have time to talk in the briefing room since this is a top-priority case.

After everyone gets settled on the plane, the meeting starts. JJ is still on maternity leave, but Jordan doesn't want to do this job anymore. Not after the case with Norman, the guy who was killing people with his sawed-off shotgun after they cut him off while driving. She got a look into how brutal the job can be and decided it isn't for her.

However, JJ has one more week until she's back so this will be Jordan's last case.

A family was found murdered inside their home at one in the morning, and their ten-year-old daughter is missing. Cases involving children are always the hardest because most children don't survive within the first twenty-four hours of being kidnapped. Cate is ten years old, but that doesn't mean she's safe from being murdered like the rest of her family.

You have about half a day to find her alive.

"We got the links of the crime scene photos." Jordan pulls up the photos of the family who was killed. "This is Geoff and Nancy Hale with both their throats cut."

"Is there any evidence of abuse?"

"No."

"Slitting someone's throat is quick and efficient."

"That's because the real target was down the hall," Emily says.

"She has a name," Jordan snaps. "She's not 'the target'. Her name is Cate and she's ten years old."

Tension is thick, but Rossi keeps the conversation moving along as if this didn't happen.

"Is an amber alert in effect?"

"Since seven this morning."

"With the unsub's head start he could be anywhere within a four-hundred-mile radius. Make sure that they're casting a wide enough net. Who discovered the bodies?"

"Jim Scheuren, Cate's biological father. He was supposed to take her for the weekend. The police don't consider him a suspect."

"We'll want to talk to him anyway. We're also going to need a list of registered sex offenders in a twenty-mile radius."

"What's the makeup of the Hales' neighborhood?" Spencer asks.

"Mostly white and middle class."

"We'll need aerial views of the neighborhood. If Madison County doesn't have them, talk to Garcia. Dave, you, Y/N, and Morgan go to the crime scene. The rest of us will get up to speed at the precinct."

Once landed, everyone broke into their own little groups with you heading out with Derek and Rossi. The Hales' neighborhood is a series of rural roads and one-block streets. It's about three miles to the nearest main street, so he didn't happen upon Cate by accident. Her father, Jim, might not have been the one to do this, but he might know who did.

In the meantime, you arrive at Cate's house which is covered with police personnel and yellow caution tape. You don't have to get out of the car to feel the tragedy that happened here. Since this happened just last night, there are different colored energies pouring out of the place.

The detective on the case sees you arrive and walks over to greet you.

"Bo Whitaker," he shakes hands with Rossi.

"David Rossi. This is Derek Morgan and Y/N."

"Pleased to meet you. The point of entry is around the back. The neighbors didn't see or hear anything, and the dogs lost the scent almost immediately."

"It's not hard to target a family out here."

"Yeah, even in broad daylight. If you walk five feet off the track, you could get lost for days. He had plenty of time and privacy to watch what he was really after."

There is a tire swing in the front yard, and Cate's energy is swirling around it since she really loved that swing. The energy is strong enough for it to take her form, and you're the only one who can see her. She has a smile on her face as if nothing bad could ever happen to her.

You look away in sadness and hope that she is alright.

"I prefer cities. You can see them coming," Rossi comments.

Bo takes you to the window the killer came in through, and there is not only one energy stemming from it, there are three. You head inside the house and see the pane of the door knocked in when they tried to kick the door in. That's when they used the window to get in. There are three energies inside the house: red, blue, and yellow. That can only mean one thing--the murderers are a whole family.

"Do you think the girl's dead?" Bo asks.

"It depends on what he took her for."

"I don't think we're looking for one unsub," you say. "We're looking for a family. There are three different energies inside the house, not including the family who lived here. There are three different energies stemming from that broken window. One red, one blue, and one yellow. One male, one female, and one child."

"How do you know this?" Bo asks.

"I'm a psychic. I see the energies of the killers."

You leave their side without hearing Bo's response, but you do hear Derek back you up. You're the real deal, and they trust you wholeheartedly. You walk into the master bedroom where the parents were found, and there is blood all over the walls, bed, and even the ceiling. There are two people in the bed with their throats cut, but you know they're not real. Derek heads over to Cate's room to examine it, eventually joining you and Rossi in the master bedroom.

"Find anything in Cate's room?" Rossi asks Derek.

"That's what's weird. There's no sign of struggle. It didn't even look like she tried to get out of bed in a hurry."

"Her parents' throats were cut. If there was the element of surprise, they might not have had time to scream," you say.

"Both of them?"

Since you can see the parents and their wounds, you can determine what might have happened last night.

"So both parents don't have any ligature marks, and neither of them are tied down. There are no defensive wounds either. Geoff's cause of death was a single deep, smooth cut that severed the carotid artery. Nancy's cause of death was caused by a series of jagged, shallow wounds that punctured the carotid artery."

"There's more than one unsub, like you said," Derek says.

"Are you guys sure?" Bo asks.

"It makes sense. If there was only one unsub, then he would have had to restrain Nancy while he killed Geoff. Since there are no ligature marks on either of them, then that means he didn't restrain them. If he killed Geoff without restraining her, and she woke up, then she would have screamed. It would have alerted the entire family. We're looking at multiple unsubs."

"So, things are worse than we thought."

"Yes and no. Cate's chances of survival just got better. Two or more unsubs change the dynamics."

"What do you mean, dynamics?"

"They spend more time with her," Rossi sighs.

Derek calls Hotch to let him know while you go into the bathroom to see what kind of motive there might have been for taking Cate. You look inside the medicine cabinet and see something that makes Cate's chances of survival go right down to almost zero.

"I found something here." You walk out of the bathroom holding a pill bottle. "Cate has seizures, and if the unsubs find out about this, they might kill her."

With this new information, you head back to the police station to discuss what this might mean. Hotch pulls you off to the side, and you hand him the pill bottle you took from the scene.

"Give me your honest opinion on what your theory is."

"Based on the energies I saw at the house, I believe a family of three killed Cate's family. A mom, a dad, and a young son. They're killing everyone but a young daughter to maybe complete their family. Maybe they can't have more kids and want to be a family of four, or maybe their real daughter died and they're trying to replace her. It's the only theory I have right now."

"It's a theory nonetheless."

"If my theory is correct, and they find out Cate has seizures, then she isn't perfect. She could be dumped somewhere or killed. Either way, I have a feeling we'll know tomorrow."

And tomorrow you found out. Cate was dumped on the side of the road with her feet and hands bound, but she is very much alive. She was taken to the hospital immediately just as they contacted her father. Since she got medical care so soon, she's going to be fine. She is the best person to talk to about this kind of stuff, and since you can use her trauma to paint a picture, then you're going to talk to her.

"Her father's with her," the nurse says when your team arrives. "She's been in and out of consciousness but her vitals are stable."

"Any sign of sexual assault?" you ask.

"We haven't tested yet. We want to give her time to process."

"May we speak with her?"

"Sure. You should know, seizures often come with retrograde amnesia. She might have holes in her memory."

"Y/N, you should do this alone," Hotch says.

You knock on Cate's door before entering. Poor thing looks so scared, but you're going to do everything you can to make her feel comfortable and safe.

"Hello, Mr. Scheuren. I'm Agent Y/N from the FBI. I would like permission to speak with your daughter."

"Okay."

He doesn't move from her side, and you clasp your hands in front of you.

"I'd like to do this alone, if possible."

"Why?"

"I need to ask her certain questions, and sometimes it's easier for a girl to answer those questions when there are no men present."

"I'm her father," he gets upset.

"Daddy, please?"

"Alright, baby," he sighs. "I'll be right outside."

"Thank you." As soon as he leaves, you take a seat next to Cate and give her a kind smile. "My name is Y/N. I'm so sorry about your mom and your stepdad. I'd like to ask you some questions so we can find out who did this. Is that okay?"

"Yeah."

"Do you mind if I hold your hand?"

"No."

You hold her hand and place your other one over hers.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, and it's going to be about the things you sensed--things you saw, felt, etc."

"I'm scared."

"I know you are. It's okay to be scared. I'm right here with you. Just close your eyes, okay? What's the first thing you remember?"

She closes her eyes and you use her words to help paint a picture of what happened to her or where she might have been.

"It's cold, like outside cold."

"Okay, who's there?"

"A man. He told me to keep quiet."

"What is he doing?"

"He's holding my hand. It hurts. He's waiting for something."

"What does he look like?"

There is a much older white man with her with blood on his face. This happened after he got done killing Cate's parents. He's mean, balding at the top, and has a hint of a mustache that looks freshly shaved. It's a vague description, but it's the only thing you see right now.

"I don't want to be here," Cate whimpers.

"He can't hurt you, Cate, I promise. I'm right here."

"He's tall with dark hair. He's old."

"Old like me?"

"Old like my dad."

"Is anyone else there?"

"Someone's coming! Y/N! Y/N, help me!!"

The old man grabs Cate and slings her over his shoulder. She tries to fight him, but her hands are tied together. A car approaches and pops the trunk from the inside, and the unsub shoves Cate into the trunk.

"Cate, you're right here with me. I promise he can't hurt you. It's okay."

"He put me in the trunk of the car."

"How long were you in there?"

"Not long. Maybe ten minutes."

"Was the ride bumpy or smooth?"

"It was smooth." That tells you the roads they took are main roads instead of back ones. If they took the main road, then someone might have seen the car. "I wanted to scream, but no sound would come out."

"You're doing really good, Cate. Once the car stopped and they opened the trunk, what did you hear?"

"Wind through the trees."

The man takes Cate out of the trunk and drags her into some kind of trailer house before stuffing her inside a small space like a closet.

"What do you smell?"

"Cooking. I'm inside now. They've taken my shoes off."

"It's so you don't run. I want you to look down at your feet and tell me what you're standing on."

"Carpet. I'm in a little room with clothes and tinfoil all around me."

"What else?"

"I hear bells."

"What kind of bells?"

"Small ones like a fairy. Every time they ring, the man says something to the boy."

She must mean the young son whose energy you saw inside the house.

"How old is he?"

"Nine or ten, I'd say. His parents want me to play with him. They're calling him puyule, whatever that means."

The closet door opens and the young boy tries to take Cate out of the closet. His parents encourage her to come out to spend time with her, but she doesn't want to go.

"Y/N, I don't want to go. No! Don't make me go! Y/N!"

"Cate, it's okay. You're right here next to me. Open your eyes." She does, and you pat the back of her hand with a smile. "See? We're in the hospital. He can't hurt you anymore. You did so well. I'm going to send your dad back in here, okay? You just rest now."

"Okay," she sniffles.

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Best Served Cold (3/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: After an eventful start to her day, Sophie meets more of Charming's residents and everyone wants to get to know her.

Word Count: ~3500

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This will be a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

Walking into the station, Sophie felt a bit nervous because she might have fibbed a bit on her application. She’d filed paperwork before, answered a phone, but she’d never actually been a receptionist. Never worked in an office. Still, she figured in a small town like Charming, it wouldn’t be too difficult to engage in some on-the-job training. And she did possess the ability to fake it until she figured it all out. She hoped. No, what she needed was access. People who worked in buildings like this tended to believe in the system. Rarely did they go looking for a mole. They didn’t want to assume the worst, and most worked hard to ignore it even when they saw the signs because good people didn’t snitch. Good people followed the rules and allowed the laws to protect them. Until they didn’t. 

“You must be Sophie.” 

An older man with a mostly bald head and patchy grey hair on the sides came out of one of the offices. The weariness in his eyes reminded her of the base commander at her first station. He’d been counting the days until retirement, and always seemed lost in memories of earlier days. This man had that same distant gaze. 

She waved her hand. “Hi. That’s me.” 

“Wayne Unser. Thought I heard the sound of a bike.”

“You did,” Sophie said with a nod. “Jax gave me a ride. Had a bit of trouble with my car this morning. David told me to take it over to TM. It’s why I’m late.” 

“Hope it’s nothing serious.” 

Sophie shook her head. “Just a flat tire. Mostly just annoyed it happened today. Didn’t want my first impression to be showing up late.” 

Wayne made a dismissive hand gesture. “Don’t worry about that. Welcome to Charming. I’ll let David get you set up, but my door’s always open if you need anything.” 

“Thanks.” 

David came out of a different office a bit further down the same hallway and offered Sophie a wide smile. 

“Glad you made it.” 

She followed him to a large horseshoe desk near the front of the building. The placement made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but she figured most people thought having her back to a bunch of cops would be a safe place to be. Maybe she could shift the desk just a bit, enough to give her line of sight both out of the building and down the hallway. She did like the view offered by the large plateglass windows. 

“I wanted to go over a couple of things with you before you get started,” David said as he sat on the edge of her desk. 

Sophie put her purse in the bottom drawer of the desk and turned to face him. “Sure.” 

“San Bernardino transferred your CCW documents to us, and given your military background, I’m sure you’re probably the best shot in the whole office, but I can’t have you carrying a weapon on the job. Not in a police station. But, you shouldn’t need to worry about your safety here. There’s a silent alarm wired under the desk. You feel unsafe, press the button.” 

Sophie wanted to roll her eyes at his very afterschool special approach to this conversation. California law only allowed her three weapons on her CCW, so officially, she owned three. She scrubbed the serial numbers from the others and figured what the good deputy didn’t know…

Playing into his clear need to make her feel safe, she placed her hand on his forearm and prepared to lie through her teeth. “I appreciate it, and I understand the rule. Even the Corps had places you didn’t take your sidearm; I didn’t bring it here. I’m just so accustomed to being armed that I almost feel naked without it. It might seem silly to you, but it’s like leaving the house without shoes.” 

David smiled. He did that a lot and she wondered how much of it was cop training and how much was him. 

“You can keep it locked up in your car if that makes you feel more comfortable. Just can’t be in the building.” 

Nodding her head, Sophie didn’t say anything. If Sophie felt, truly felt, unsafe? She’d need a damn good lawyer because the bodies would litter the foyer. For everyone’s sake, she just hoped none of the good citizens of Charming made her feel unsafe . 

David placed a hand on her shoulder as he stood from the desk. “I’ll go get you that coffee I owe you. Cream? Sugar?”

“Sugar.” 

She spent most of the morning filling out paperwork and sorting through the stacks of folders on the desk. It provided her the opportunity to learn more about the community, identify the players, and add some details to her still underdeveloped plan. Most of it was expected. Parking tickets, speeding tickets, a few notices about disturbing the peace. A lot of it was copies of permits for various things. California loved to create permits. It was when she was sorting through a stack of building permit copies that his name caught her eye. Ethan Zobelle planned to open another one of his fucking cigar shops on Main Street. As expected, the bastard had crossed every t and dotted every i . Her grip on the folder increased, she could see the way the papers warped around her fingers. He always appeared to be the perfect, upstanding businessman. No one cared that he associated with, supported, and endorsed neo-Nazi ways. Even fewer cared that he had strong ties to the Aryan Brotherhood, had killed or sanctioned the kill of many. The man was a murdering bastard. A criminal in a fancy suit. In the months following her sister’s death, Sophie hadn’t been able to figure out who kept protecting him, which left a short list of potentials that made her stomach roll. That’s why she’d followed him to Charming, why she’d gotten herself a job at the station. Something about him, about how he operated didn’t add up, and she needed answers before she blew his brains all over the pavement. 

“Hey!” 

The sound of someone snapping their fingers in her face drew her attention. Scowl on her face, she turned to see a blonde woman in a suit that screamed “I’m a federal agent, ask me how” standing over her desk. Sophie had worked enough operations with other agencies to recognize the scent of one. Not all of them were bad, but the ones that were always managed to cast a large shadow. 

“Can I help you?” 

Sophie couldn’t keep the irritation from her voice, but having someone she’d never met snap their fingers in her face didn’t make for a great first impression. 

“I’m sure it’s difficult to find the right pile in this game of Tetris you have going, but my team needs your help.” 

Sophie swung her chair around to face the woman, and crossed her arms across her chest. “Does your team sign my paycheck?” 

The woman rocked back a bit, as though surprised Sophie hadn’t been overcome with joy at being asked, rather rudely, to be a fetch and carry girl. 

“I haven’t seen you around here.” 

“I’m new in town. Just started today.” 

“June Stahl. ATF.” 

“Ah,” Sophie nodded. “Then you don’t sign my paycheck.” 

“Sophie,” Unser called as he came towards the front. He caught sight of Agent Stahl standing by her desk and his whole face changed. Giving the good agent a rather contemptuous look he said, “Oh, I see you’ve met Sophie.” 

Agent Stahl smiled, but it made Sophie want to press the panic button David had told her about earlier. She knew the type. Figured this woman was all about proving herself in a man's world. The type that figured the ends always justified the means, so long as she collected the acclaim along the way. 

“We’re getting acquainted.” 

“Yeah,” Sophie replied dryly. “We’re gonna weave friendship bracelets over lunch. Braid each other’s hair.” 

Unser made a sort of confused frown, shook his head. “Right, well, Sophie, I was going to tell you to head out early today. David told me you got into town yesterday. I doubt you’ve had a chance to unpack yet.” 

Sophie shrugged. “I’m used to living out of my pack, but I’m not gonna turn down an offer to get out of Dodge early.” 

Standing from her chair, Sophie reached for her purse before glancing over her shoulder at Agent Stahl. “Guess I’m gonna have to take a rain check on your offer, Agent Stahl.” 

The woman offered her a biting smile but didn’t say anything.

“Great,” Unser said. “I’ve gotta talk to Clay. I’ll give you a ride over to TM.” 

Like a dog who’d just caught the scent of a rabbit, Agent Stahl’s whole body perked up. “For someone who just came into town, you make friends quickly.”

The desire to roll her eyes nearly overwhelmed her, but she decided to feign confusion instead. “I guess? The mechanics were nice enough when I dropped my car off this morning, but other than telling them I caught a nail in my tire, we didn’t exactly exchange life stories.” 

She watched Stahl’s shoulders slump ever so slightly but also saw how her eyes narrowed. The woman had a hardon for the MC, and given the way Unser eyed her, Stahl had likely caused quite a stir when she and her team of suits rolled into town. 

Unser waved her towards the door, and she allowed herself to be escorted out of the station. They didn’t say anything as they walked over to his squad car, but once they’d both closed the doors, Unser tilted his head back against the headrest and let out a deep sigh. 

“She always that delightful, or is it just because I’m new around here?” 

Unser chuckled. “That was her being friendly and inviting.” 

“Can’t wait to see her again tomorrow.” 

Unser started the car, rolled down the window, and lit a joint. Sophie eyed him, a small smirk on her lips. He caught her gaze and held the joint out. 

“I’ve got cancer. It’s my medicine.” 

Sophie shrugged. “Hey, you’re the law around here. Ain’t none of my business how you spend your money.” 

“I haven’t figured you out yet.” 

At least he was being direct.

“Not sure what there is about me you need to figure out.” 

“A young, successful woman like you doesn’t just show up in Charming to be a receptionist.” 

“You don’t really need to talk to anyone at TM, do you?” 

Unser took a long drag. “Nah. But this way you and I get to have a chat. Exchange pleasantries.” 

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Sheriff.” 

“I don’t suppose you’d just tell me what brought you to Charming?”

She took the joint from his fingers and took a drag before handing it back. “It’s always been my life’s ambition to work the reception desk at a small town police station. Wrote about it in my dream journal, too.” 

He gave her an unimpressed look. “Course not.” 

They pulled into the TM lot and Sophie hurried from the car. She rounded the front and leaned her arms across the open window. 

“If anything brought me here, you know there wouldn’t be a damn thing you or anyone in that office could do about it including that bitch from ATF. I know you’ve read my file, but I’m just here looking for a little peace.” 

“You picked a hell of a town for that.” 

The sound of footsteps coming up behind her halted the rest of their conversation. Unser looked almost relieved. 

“Everything okay? Thought you were gonna call when you were done.” 

Smile on her face, she turned to face Jax, honestly glad to see him. He had more grease across his forehead, and she wanted to reach up and wipe it off. He leaned across her and glanced into the cruiser.

“Unser.” 

“Jax.” 

“The Chief offered to give me a ride. Seemed silly to bother you when he was coming out here anyway. Said he needed to talk to someone named Clay.”

Jax nodded, turned his gaze back to Unser. “Clay’s in the clubhouse.” 

“Right.” 

Sophie tried to cover her laugh with a cough. She could see Unser trying to come up with a reason he needed to talk to Clay. Jax wrapped an arm around her, gently moving her back from the car as Unser got out. The sheriff shot her a withering glance before heading towards the clubhouse. 

“Come on.” 

Jax led her over to the garage. Her car sat in one of the bays. Her lips turned down as she noticed the front passenger tire was still missing. Turning towards Jax, she glared as he held his hands out in front of her. 

“Why is my car still missing a wheel?” 

Sophie didn’t miss the twinkle in Jax’s eye, even as he took a small step back as she tried to close in on him. It had just been a hole in her tire. A tiny, little hole. She hated seeing her baby up on a lift all incomplete. 

“Is that the owner?” 

Seeking the voice, she looked over her shoulder, putting her back to Jax. A man with dark curly hair and a bit of a wild look in his eyes stood by one of the toolboxes, a rag in his hand. He reminded her of one of the demo experts she ran a couple of ops with. No matter the situation, he’d always seemed a heartbeat away from doing something reckless, but entertaining. The man hurrying towards her had an eerily familiar glint in his eyes. Maybe the two were related. Distant cousins or something.  

“Yeah. This is Sophie.” 

Unlike the other folks she’d been introduced to, this guy scooped her up into his arms and spun her around in a strange hug that had her throwing her arms around her neck for balance. A laugh tumbled past her lips as he spun a second time. 

“Tig! Put her down you horny bastard,” Jax growled. 

He set Sophie on her feet but didn’t let go of her right away. Before she could step back, or even really catch her breath, he pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek. 

“You’re beautiful. And your car is a fucking miracle. Marry me.” 

She laughed because what else was she supposed to do? “You can’t have my car.” 

He gave the best set of puppy eyes she’d seen in a long time. Before she could say anything else, Jax snaked his arms around her waist and tugged her solidly into his body. Everything about the move screamed “hands off” and she couldn’t quite find it in herself to hate it. The solid chest at her back felt warm and the hands wrapped around her waist found a small patch of exposed skin at her hips. 

“Aw, come on, Jax. She’s gonna be too much woman for you to handle. I mean, look at that car,” Tig whined as he pointed at the Charger. 

“Given that it’s still missing a tire, seems like the car’s too much for you, Tig,” Sophie sassed. 

Tig threw a hand against his chest as though he’d been shot. “Aw, sweetheart, you wound me.” 

“I’m going to wound someone if you don’t tell me why there’s still no tire on my car.” 

“Calm down, darlin’,” Jax said as he turned her around to face him. 

She noticed how he kept at least one hand on her at all times, how Tig now kept a semi-respectable distance from her. It reminded her of how the War Boys had acted around Olivia, how she only ever rode on the back of Drifter’s bike. There’d been a clear order to things. Sophie had noticed it the handful of times she’d been around their clubhouse. Given Jax’s behavior, Sophie thought maybe the Sons had a similar set of rules. If they’d been dogs, she wouldn’t have been surprised to see Jax lift leg and pee on her. She’d have to spend some time thinking about how she felt about being owned in that manner. Olivia had felt secure in her relationship, and had known her man had her back. She’d loved Drifter, and Drifter loved her more than anything in the world. They were beautiful together. 

“I sent the prospect out to Lodi to get a new tire for you. The one you had on was shredded. You shouldn’t have driven in on it if you wanted to save it.” 

Sophie scowled. Jax laughed. 

“You’re cute when you’re all irritated.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Look,” Jax said. “I’ll have it fixed up as soon as he’s back with the tire. Go wait in the office with Gemma.” 

She wanted to snap a sarcastic “yes, sir”, but she didn’t want to give him the mistaken impression that he could give her orders, or that she’d always follow them. Without a better option, she nodded her head. 

“Come on.” 

He once again rested his hand low on her back as he walked her over to the office. Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if it was a ploy to keep her from wandering into places she shouldn’t, or if he really just wanted to keep his hands on her. It might even be a bit of both. 

“Sack’s not back with the tire yet, so Sophie’s gonna wait in here until her car’s ready,” Jax said as he escorted her into the office. 

Gemma looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk, glanced down to where Jax’s hand rested on the small of Sophie’s back, and raised an eyebrow. 

“Sure thing, baby,” Gemma answered, voice a bit gentle. “Give us girls a chance to get to know each other.” 

Jax’s arm slid from her body as he pointed a finger at his mother. “Be nice.” 

Gemma offered him a mock innocent smile before turning back to her paperwork. 

“I’ll come get you when it’s ready.” 

Sophie just nodded her head as Jax left the office, the door closing behind him with an audible click. Glancing over her shoulder, she found Gemma’s eyes already on her. Walking over to one of the chairs in front of the desk, Sophie took a seat. 

“Nice to see you again.” 

“You looked mighty comfortable in that squad car.” 

“No handcuffs.” Sophie held her arms out and shook her wrists a bit. “It’s why Unser had me in the front seat.” 

Gemma raised an eyebrow.

“But, I won’t pretend I don’t know what you’re asking. I’ve been in the backseat more than I’ve been in the front. Unser claimed he needed to talk to Clay, so he offered me a ride here. The good Sheriff really just wanted time away from the station to ask me a whole bunch of personal questions. The type of questions I figure you’ve got waiting on the tip of your tongue.” 

“You’re very direct.” 

Sophie shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Jax seems to like you.”

“You noticed that too?” Sophie crossed her legs. “If he were a dog, he’d’ve peed on me by now.” 

That startled a laugh from Gemma. Sophie grinned. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen my son take to a woman like that.”

It was Sophie’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “A man who looks like your son in a town this size with that kutte on his back has probably taken to every woman in at least three counties. Nothing special about that.” 

Gemma lit a cigarette and held the pack out to her. Sophie took one and let Gemma light it for her. She dragged a lung full of nicotine into her lungs before slowly expelling the smoke through her lips.  

“Look, Jax has been nice to me. Gave me a ride to work this morning, said he’d get my car fixed. Even though it’s still sitting up on the jack,” Sophie paused. “But, I’m sure the car still being up there has more to do with Tig’s new love affair with it and so long as he cleans up after himself, I hope he enjoys himself.” 

“And none of that bothers you?”

Sophie chuckled. “Nah. Tig’s not the first, maybe not even the worst, sexual deviant I’ve been around. I’m sure a team of psychologists could make their careers working with someone like him, and then likely end up admitting themselves to the ward before it was done. Just makes life interesting. I do hate being bored.” 

“That why you came to Charming? Boredom?” 

She wanted to laugh at the derisive tone Gemma used. The woman was intimidating, and she knew the power she held in the town. A power she leaned into and owned.  

“Everyone’s so interested in why I came here.”

“You’re an interesting person.” 

“Only because your son has a thing for me, and you’re not sure if you’re going to allow that or not.” 

“My son’s a grown man. He makes his own decisions.” 

Sophie took another drag from her cigarette. “‘Course he is, but you’re close, and what you say means something to him. I respect that. But, I’m not going to sit here and tell you my deepest, darkest secrets just because you ask.”

Standing, Sophie bent across the desk and snubbed out the remnants of her cigarette. Meeting Gemma’s gaze, she said. “I will tell you this, I didn’t come here for the Sons.”

Part 4

Master List

#jax teller #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #jax teller x oc #jax x oc

[yeastinfectionvale]

Milo’s Guide to telling your co-workers (best friends/almost siblings/pack) that you have two lovers

Milo’s palms were sweaty as David stared him down, confusion painting his face. "So you're telling me you're dating not only a Stealth but an Unempowered guy as well?" David asked, pinching his nose.

Asher stifled a laugh trying to ignore Tank who was looking up at the ceiling. Christian leaned forwards and slapped Milo on the back in support, pearly whites on show.  Asher cleared his throat, drawing 5 sets of eyes in his direction. “Milo man, congratulations. I really would love to meet Guy and Sweetheart.'' He said facing Milo before turning to face the others, “I don’t really understand why it's such a shock that Milo ‘The Man-whore’ Greer is dating two people. A Stealth and an Unempowered? Yes, that did shock me. I would have expected two vamps with how much you like getting your dick sucked.”

Milo chuckled, a weight coming off his shoulders. Tank wrapped their arms around Asher’s neck, leaning their head down on the top of his. “You gonna tell us how you met?” they mumbled into Asher’s hair. Milo paused, scratching the back of neck. How was he supposed to talk about illegal shade-hunting and his insubordination in front of his Alpha? Everybody looked at him expectantly and he huffed, deciding to take advantage of David’s good mood to drop the bombshell. “Sweetheart’s an investigator in the department-”  Christian’s eyes widened,  “- and Guy’s a pizza delivery guy, but is pitching his script to a bunch of producers. There was a rogue shade and Sweetheart broke into my apartment to ask if I saw anything strange on a job we worked. I can’t lie, I was thinking with my dick but when a hot person is working a dangerous case, I offer to help.” 

David glared at Milo, a thousand words flashing through his head. Milo shrunk slightly before continuing his story; “We found the shade and hunted it down, but it was pretty strong. I got hit in the stomach, five inch gash and the shade had sweetheart by the neck, ready to take their life-force. Out of nowhere Guy appears, ramming his car into the shade like a knight in grimy red uniform. He bought us enough time for me to shift and Sweetheart to cloak. Guy then threw a boiling hot four cheese pizza on the shade and let’s say it died from its injuries. We ran before the department could book us for being vigilanties. Sweetheart dealt with the initial report and all three of us ended up in Sweetheart’s apartment and ended up making out for the next three days. Once again I was thinking with my dick but when you have two really hot people shirtless in front of you, it’s basically inevitable. We’ve been dating ever since.” 

The room fell silent.

Milo gulped.

Asher blinked.

David laughed.

Hand on chest, he laughed with his belly. The whole room vibrated with his laugh, and for a moment it was as if Gabe had never died. Stress washed off his face and laugh lines reappeared around his mouth. David slung an arm around Milo, “I can’t lie, I always thought Christian would be the first of us in a relationship. But I’m really happy for you. I also am really happy about the $100 I just won.” Milo threw his arms up in the air, watching as money was placed in David’s outstretched hand. David split the pile, handing half of it to Milo before ushering him out.

Milo drove in comfortable silence, rain drumming down on his car. He got out of his car quickly, reading messages in the groupchat as he walked inside the apartment complex.

The Smexies

My Guy 🍕: Working a long shift today, I’ll bring dinner.

My Guy 🍕: and treats for Aggie, can’t forget the little guy.

My Sweetheart💌: Don’t worry about drinks we still have a shitton of mountain dew.

Milo: I SAID I WAS SORRY.

My Sweetheart💌: SORRY IS FOR THREE BOTTLES 

My Sweetheart💌: NOT 12

My Guy 🍕: LOL

Milo: You can’t laugh Guy

Milo: I still remember the coffee incident. 

My Guy 🍕: YOU SHUT UP

Milo turned the key inside the lock and was greeted by Aggro circling his ankles. He took his shoes off and petted his cat with both hands. Sweetheart lay on the sofa, one arm grazing the floor. They turned to look at Milo, who walked over to them and leaned down, kissing them gently on the lips, a hand behind their neck. “Hi.” They whispered against Milo’s lips. He kissed them again before lying down on them, face hidden in the soft skin of their collarbone. Aggro jumped up onto Sweetheart’s stomach as the front door opened again, Guy stumbling in with takeout bags in his hands. He flicked his work hat off his head before collapsing onto Milo and Sweetheart, nose resting against Sweetheart’s cheek. Milo leaned forwards and kissed Guy, brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead as Sweetheart kissed Guy. 

“Long day at work?” Milo asked his lovers, receiving groans in return. He chuckled, closing his eyes as Guy recounted how he had been roped into becoming a mascot for a children’s party.

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter ten - perfect timing

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, knives, mentions of blood, torture, disease, surgery, scars, description of wounds/cuts

a/n: hope we are all feeling up for this because baby i am not. the slow burn is burning and i am not okay. also in case it’s not obvious, i have thrown (0) knives in my life. i’m making this shit up. don’t throw knives with this advice, or at all really. thx.

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“First thing you do is look for a way out. Always gotta have a way to get cover if things go to shit.” Frank explains, and you turn around, both of you still standing at the door.

Frank brought you to David Lieberman’s old place, an underground garage still full of old tech shit, but it was enough for you to recover for the next few days, and had the computers Frank could use to map out your way into ‘Silo’.

“There’s only one exit.” You turn around, looking up at him right under his chin.

“Did you look?”

“They aren’t exactly going to give me a tour of the place when we get down there. I’m guessing we would be in the-“

“You don’t guess. First thing is to be prepared for every situation. If they ask you to meet in the front room, you map every god damn room in the house, because they want you unprepared. When you walk in there, you’re gonna know every exit, every hiding place and every weapon you could use.” He could tell you hated being told what to do and how to do it, but you finally nodded once, and spun back around, walking further into the room and opening the back door to what served as a kind of bedroom.

“This. I could use the table to cover.” You point to a metal table by the doorway, and he sees your eyes dart between it, setting up the would be defence.

“Good. Now you’re stuck in there - what do you do?” Your eyebrows furrow, and you disappear into the room, and he hears the crank of some metal. Suddenly, you appear in the doorway again, holding what remains of a giant pipe.

“Weapon?” You ask, whipping it around in front of you like a sword.

“Did you just pull that off the wall?”

“Use your surroundings, right?” He gives a little nod, trying to hide a smile.

He’s been drilling you about this the entire car ride, giving you fake scenarios and getting you to wrap your head around how to approach a fight. You weren’t a complete novice, but you didn’t fight with your head, and that’s when shit gets out of hand.

Watching as you walk into the kitchen and pull out a few knives in the drawer, flipping them in your hand to find the best fit, he can’t help but stare. It’s been a long couple of weeks, and maybe it’s the remains of a wearing-down concussion, but he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since last night.

He knows what loss is. What the fear and the dread is like when you think it’s coming, when you think you’ve lost what means the most. You were so fucking cold when he pulled you out of that water, and he never took a breathe the entire time he sprinted you back to the hotel, leaving the doctor and a pile of dead bodies behind him.

He was terrified. More than he’s been in years. He didn’t fear anything anymore. He’d lost the three things he gave a fuck about, and now nothing could scare him, nothing could shake him. Until last night, when you were bleeding out in front of him and he thought he wouldn’t be able to save you.

“If I’m close enough to use this, though, I won’t need it.” You slap the knife back on the kitchen table and sigh.

“Not if you throw it.”

“Throw it?“ You say with a giant grin, half laughing as you pick it up and swing it around. “I can hardly hit something with a gun!”

“Dont focus on that. This is just using your environment.” Rolling your eyes, you start to walk towards him. “When we walk in there, it’s not gonna be about who’s stronger or faster, it’ll be who’s smarter. You have to be smarter.”

“Yeah. I know.” You look down at the ground, and Frank regrets the words a little. He can tell how you’re still feeling guilty about what happened at the docks. Yeah, he was pissed before because you didn’t listen, but in the end you made the right call. If that guy had gotten the jump on you, who knows how far he would of made it. Frank hadn’t expected to find the doctor inside, and was too busy trying not to shoot him that he couldn’t dip out to clean up like he’d said.

“Turn the switches on for the main power. Gotta give it some time before we can hook all the computers up.”

“I hope you know how to do that.” You call out as Frank sits in the chair in the centre of the room, now surrounded by three different monitors booting up, the whir of the machines buzzing all around him. “What even is this place?”

“An old friend used it. He used to watch me from these, then stayed here for a bit. We can probably use it to check the cameras at the work site.” You were giving him a very confused stare, mouth open slightly and eyes wide. He opens his mouth to explain, but you beat him to it.

“You had a friend?” He swings the chair around, his back now to you, hearing you laugh to yourself. “You lived here?”

“For a while.” He could hear you opening the cabinets, but he tried to focus on the computer and not the way you were bending over, reaching down to grab whatever food was still in this place. He could still see you out the corner of his eye, and his hand grabbed the arm of the chair a little tighter. “God damn it.”

“What?”

“This shit is taking forever.” He slides over to the other monitor, still seeing a dark blue loading screen.

“Patience is a virtue.” You say from over his shoulder, and he looks up at you.

“That’s real funny.”

“I thought so. Come, you can teach me how to throw knives while we’re waiting.” He watches as you walk back over to the kitchen, and he sees you wince as you take a step down off the platform where all the monitors sit.

“How’s it feeling?” He gets up and follows you over to the kitchen, nodding his head to your side. Without hesitation you pull up your shirt, and he sees you pull at the gauze. The skin is pink, but it’s already healing. “I thought you said you didn’t heal fast.”

“I don’t. I don’t think I do, at least. Sure as hell never feels like it.”

“You don’t know?” He tries to soften his voice when he asks. He won’t force anything out of you, this whole thing between the two of you relies on a very flimsy string of trust he doesn’t want to snap. You shake your head, eyes still staring at the wound.

“No. I mean, I know they… they put the metal in my hands. Messed with my blood vessels, injected me with stuff that made my cells replenish quicker or something. The doctor tried to explain it to me once, but I wasn’t really listening. Didn’t want to know.” All those years you had been pulled apart, and you didn’t even know what they did to you. He can’t help but look at the long, thin scars along your forearms. “It made my bones stronger, and replaced the bone marrow with the enhanced cells. It’s what my dad was working on.”

“Your dad was working on you?”

“No. God, no. He was a biological engineer. He worked at a hospital, was doing a PHD on bone cancer research. He got grants through some ‘anonymous’ donors to work on changing the cell chemicals so that they could heal on their own and replenish faster. It fights cancer, but in someone who doesn’t have a disease, it makes twice as many.” So the Gnucci’s used your fathers research to experiment where they didn’t have the technology, and then murdered him when they got what they wanted, and used his own kids to test it out. “Dad was smart, so I know that’s why it worked. He would never of…”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You nod a couple times, and quickly turn to wipe a tear falling on your cheek. He grips the edge of the table tighter. “So you have stronger bones?”

“Kind of, I guess. They used the basis of his research to trial their own ideas, like these-“ He sees the glint of the dark silver tips of nail that slide out of your fingertips, only about fours inches long but sharp and strong, and then he watches as they disappear. It’s the first time he notices it draws blood every time you do it. “-they would never heal over if Dads research hadn’t showed them how to reinforce the skin, but it was their idea. The scars… they had a lot of things to try, and only one body to try it on.”

“Your brother-“ A dry laugh comes from your throat, a tight, sharp sound that makes Frank regret bringing it up.

“It was all they had on me. They kept him out of that, and I would sit and let them do what they wanted. I would do what they wanted. Though with what you’ve told me, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was fucking half dead already-“

“Hey. Don’t talk like that. Not when we’re this close.” You suck in a long breath and let it out slow.

“You’re supposed to be the cynical one.” You comment after a while and he shrugs, a half smile spreading on his face. “Maybe I do heal faster. My leg is almost perfect.”

“That’s cause I’m damn good.” Rolling your eyes, you pick up the knife.

“Whatever, Dr Castle. Show me how to throw this thing.”

“Stand over there before you throw it at the monitors.” Frank points over to a wider spot out of the way, and you stand facing a long panel of the wall. The plaster is thick enough not to crack with the force of a blade, but it should stick in when you throw it. He grabs a marker from the desk, and draws three circles on the wall, making a target, and dots a tiny spot in the centre. Bullseye.

“I feel like that’s a challenge. Is that a challenge?” You call from your spot about ten feet away as he digs the end of the pen at the spot in the middle, making it darker.

“It’s a target.”

“Still.” You squint at him, a playful glint in your eye a welcomed change to how you were looking at him minutes ago. He doesn’t take it lightly, the conversation you had with him. It was about as honest as he’d seen you aside from your talk with Madani this morning, and he had a feeling with the size of the scars, you might of been putting what they did to you lightly.

He comes up next to you, grabbing another knife off the table. They were kitchen knives, not throwing knives, so not ideal to start with, but the chances of you coming across a proper weapon in the next couple of weeks was slim, so it was practical to start like this.

Practical is what he was telling himself as he stood beside you, watching as your hands wrap around the base of the knife, and trying to shake the feeling of something else sifting to the surface when you leaned towards him as you pretended to throw. He cleared his throat once, then twice.

“It’s about two things. Timing and grip. Hold it towards the end. You need to keep your wrist locked the whole way through, or it’ll fly out before you’re ready.” You adjusted your grip towards the end of the handle, eyes switching between his hand and your own. “That’s it. See where your thumb is? Move it underneath a bit more.”

“It’s exactly where yours is.”

“My hand is bigger. You need more support underneath or you’ll lose the technique in the throw.” You adjust, and he can see you realise he’s right as you manoeuvre the knife in your hand.

“Fine. Timing now, right?” He was standing just off to the right of you, watching as you went through the movement he showed you.

“Keep your wrist tight. You want to let it go when the blade is horizontal, so it has time to travel.” You throw it, and the blade misses spectacularly, clattering to the concrete ground. “Again.”

He shows you the full movement again, watching as his knife lands true, in the middle ring of the make shift target. You throw the rest of the knives in succession, adjusting to each of Franks instructions. To your credit, you are actually a good listener when you want something, so within about half an hour, you are landing your blades within the outer ring of the target, able to hit a different side on command.

“Good.” He says, then goes to tell you to change sides when you look back at him.

“It’s only good if I’m throwing it at someone who had the wingspan of a wall. I’ll never hit a person at this rate, let alone if they move.”

“It’s been half an hour. Give yourself a break.”

“Can you show me again?” You shuffle back, your shoulder in line with his chest. “I want to see when you change direction.”

He says nothing, doesn’t have any god damn words as you back into him, face about an inch from his. He felt like a teenager, trying to cool his jets as he gripped the knife way too hard. Bringing it up, he half goes through the movement, trying to figure out how he’s meant to hit fucking anything when you were this close to him.

“Where are you aiming?” Your voice was a low whisper, and he threw himself into the task at hand.

“Dead centre.”

“Fifty bucks you don’t hit it.” You look up at him at the same time he rolls his eyes down at you. Everything seems to freeze. The same feeling from last night rolls over him, that desire to lean closer to you, be closer. His arm stops halfway above his head. Your eyes lock onto his own, and all that focus, all that energy breaks and melts away under your eyes.

He remembers every damn second of last night, how he was holding you, and how you looked at him as he tucked the lock of hair that was currently hanging in front of your face behind your ear. It was the same way you were looking at him now.

“You don’t have fifty bucks.” He manages, jaw set tight as he keeps looking at you. You were so close, he could feel the heat of your breath on his neck, and as you breathed a laugh and smiled, he couldn’t stand to look away.

He didn’t take his eyes off you as his arm flicked over his head, and the knife slammed into the plaster wall. Frank knew exactly where it was, but he couldn’t care less. You, on the other hand, had looked away, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the target, which had Franks blade stuck right into the centre. Bullseye.

Frank doesn’t know what he was thinking. Maybe he wasn’t thinking at all, maybe the lack of sleep he got last night was catching up with him. He could feel the slam of something in his chest, he could hear it in his head. You were still staring at the target and he needed you to look back, to look at him with those eyes that never held pity or fear or any of the things people usually looked at him with. The arm that threw the knife had a mind of its own, and his fingers caught the side of your jaw, bringing your gaze back to him.

He moved you slowly, waiting for you to push back. There was a small, dull part of him that wanted you to pull away, felt like he deserved you to pull away. You never did, following the guide of his fingertips to bring your face underneath his. You were breathing heavily, almost shuddering a breath when your faces met. You were concentrating hard, eyes flicking between his eyes and his mouth at a mile a minute.

“Guess I owe you.” You hardly get the words out, and your eyes have landed on his mouth. He feels your body move an inch higher against his; you were completely leaning into him now. The hand not on your jaw had instinctively clung to your hip, drawing you to him in a silent plea.

“Sure we can figure somethin’ out.” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, tempting himself as you smiled. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss you.

The thought surprises him, but he doesn’t let it pass. It would be easy - the easiest god damn thing he’s done in years. It almost felt right, to be able to feel your skin against his, to be able to smell the faint vanilla of the shampoo he knows you used last. It would be so easy to kiss you, but he doesn’t have to think about it anymore, because you kiss him.

You were on your tip toes to reach him, and it’s hardly a kiss. Your lips brush his and everything shatters around him. He feels winded, like he’s been punched in the gut. He waits, doesn’t move a fucking inch, because he’s still not entirely convinced it wasn’t an accident, but then you lean into him, and he knows it’s not.

It was softer than he imagined from you. He responds immediately with the same soft question of a kiss. The amount of times he’s imagined getting this close to you, there had been none of this questioning doubt around it, but he’s letting you set the pace, giving you time. When he finally gets his brain to stop short circuiting and realise that you were really fucking kissing him back, that this wasn’t just him, you drop back flat footed and pull away.

He’s heaving a breath in like he’s run the fucking mile, and he wasn’t sure you were breathing at all. He couldn’t read you, your face was a steel case of nothing at all, eyes not blinking, just looking up at him for what felt like forever. He wanted to lean down, his hand was still holding your jaw, and you had twisted so your body was facing him more, your hands laying softly on his chest. He wanted to dive into you, shake every bit of uncertainty off your face and show you-

The computers begin flashing, and Frank curses. Loudly.

Blaring alarms go off around the place, and he almost forgot how paranoid David was when he was Micro. If he didn’t enter the passcode in the next minute your cover would be blown. Even the threat of imminent death doesn’t pull him from the soft grasp of your hand on his shirt, but the sound of the alarm breaks you from your trance.

“What the fuck is that!” You scream over the alarm, and he moves, turning his back to you. Perfect fucking timing, David. As always.

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“Alarm! Give me-“ His words are lost, but honestly you couldn’t give a shit what it was. You were frozen in your spot as soon as he put his hand on you, and now you weren’t sure you could move again. 

Your brain was completely blank. You can’t get the look on his face out of your head. It was like you had two heads, the way he was looking at you. Pure confusion and focus, like he was trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did it. It was probably the way he was holding your jaw, so soft and gentle and unlike how anyone else touched you. Maybe that was it, the fact that Frank had been the first person in over a decade to be kind to you, to look at you as something more than a creation. Like a person.

Maybe that’s why he kissed you back. You didn’t have a whole lot of experience with relationships like that, so maybe he was just doing you a favour so you wouldn’t melt into the floor from embarrassment. It felt like it took him years to kiss you back - was that even called a kiss? More like an accidental look that was a fraction too close for about three seconds. 

Either way, the fleeting moment was enough to have your entire perception change, and the blaring alarm suddenly stops, and you are forced to look over at him, the room now completely quiet.

He stands, taking a few steps off the centre platform, but still keeping his distance. God - he probably thinks your going to jump on him the second he comes over here. Every part of you heats with embarrassment at the probable rejection he’s trying to formulate in his head, and you both speak at the same time. 

“Listen, I-” He starts, not looking at you.

“I’m going to shower.” Spinning on your heels, the door slams behind you as you almost fly into the bathroom, delaying the inevitable.

As soon as you strip off and jump under the hot water, you hide your face in your hands. Even alone, you feel the need to hide from what just happened. He- Shit, you can’t even think about it. Usually you were so confident, there was nothing he could do that would shake you. Apparently, you were wrong, though, because all it took was about a second of him holding you and you were putty in his hands. As the soap and water cleaned away yesterday’s dirt, your hand drifted over the small part of your hip that his hand touched.

Just for a second, you close your eyes and let yourself think of a world where that would make sense. Where you would be able to let yourself admit how Frank Castle makes you feel, how every time he walks into a room you can’t help but gravitate toward him, how he makes you feel strong even though you don’t think you are. Where you would be able to grab him and kiss him the way you want, the way you haven’t even let yourself think about except when you are about to fall asleep.

But it wasn’t possible, not just because of everything that is happening with your brother and the Colonel, and your probable arrest in a few months, but it was impossible that he thought of you as anything other than a business partner.

A friend.

A bitter taste came on to your tongue when you thought any further past that. You remembered what happened to him, to his family. His wife, who’s ring he still wears around his neck every day. The last thing you would do is come between family. A love like that never leaves, you would be the one to know.

Finally gaining the courage to get out of the shower and get changed, you open the door to the bathroom quietly, but Frank hears it, and calls your name to the front room. He was staring at the computer, and as you came up behind him, you saw an intricate set of plans, blueprints and maps, some of them similar to the ones Agent Madani had shown you earlier that day.

“This is it.” He says, his voice quiet and eyes focused on the maps.

“Looks complicated.” He makes a noise of agreement, and the two of you are clearly happy for the distraction of planning your entries and exits. “What’s that?”

“I’m guessing they’ve hollowed it out, use it as a holding facility. They could get supplies down here-“ He points at a long chute, probably a service elevator shaft when the construction site was in use. “-and then bring in guys from the back, here.”

“Okay. So what way do we take?”

“The elevator shaft would drop us in closer, but we might lose our chance at the Colonel if he bails, okie we have to deal with any guards at some point. If we go in at the back, they’ll be waiting for us, but he can’t get out any other way, and we take them out before we get there.” He looks up at you for a second, and you see his eyes adjust to how close you were standing. You take a step back.

“We can’t lose him.” Frank nods, scrolling through more of the blueprints for the site. “We should go in the back. They’ll be ready, but at least we can expect that.”

Frank turns around fully in his chair, staring at you.

“What?”

“I must be a better teacher than I thought. Sounds like your learnin’ something.” You shove him and his chair goes sliding backward a little as he laughs. You look down at the ground, unable to help the smile that comes across your face at the sound of him. “We good?”

His head is hanging a little lower, and he’s looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Even if this was all you got of him, it would be good enough, you think to yourself. Any part of him, of whatever this thing was now, it was worth it for how it made you feel. You shrugged, a casual action you hoped would hide how very not casual you felt about it, and nodded.

“We’re good.”

“You hungry?” He stands up and lets the chair roll off behind him.

“Always.”

“Good. I’ll cook. You memorise this.” He waves a hand back towards the map, a whole bunch of entries and corners and weaving tunnels like a maze. It would take you hours, days even, to memorise all this, but time was all you had until you were both ready.

You sat down, preparing to start at the beginning and work your way through, but every time you tried to start, your eyes floated to the way Frank was standing in the kitchen, cooking something out of a pot.

This time, when you looked at him, you didn’t force yourself to look away.

[next chapter]

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Dream Of You.

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"What happened?" The first words David spoke as he came home from work. Worry flooding his veins.

"what? nothing." Angel tried their best to keep still. Not give anything away.

David arched an eyebrow, "Really?"

"yes." Angel whispered. They started moving away from their boyfriend.

"then why are you limping?"

fuck.

they'd been caught, red handed. "ohh.. um..."

"Angel." David warned "Don't lie to me. My mate is hurt. Tell me why."

Deciding to obey the command, Angel began, "I needed to put the flowers you got me in a vase... I couldn't reach the top shelf-" heat flooded their cheeks, "it's stupid."

David stared intently at his mate, "I didn't ask if it was stupid. I asked what happened."

Fixing their eyes to the floor, Angel tried again, "I climbed up the counter to reach it..." Angel took a deep breath "And I fell down. okay?"

Walking toward his Angel, David said "baby.. how many times have I told you to ask me for help."

Angel continued staring at the floor, fixated with a spec of dirt. "you were busy and I didn't want to bother you."

David took Angels chin between his forefingers. Tilting their face upward. Forcing their eyes to meet his. "you could never bother me, Angel..." taking a breath, David said "how bad is it?"

"only a light sprain."

nodding David began. "here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to make dinner while you go pick a movie for us to watch."

"but-"

David shook his head. "No. No objections. You're hurt, let me take care of you." David pleaded. Placing a soft kiss to Angels lips. "please."

"fine."

"good." Another kiss.

Slapping Angels Ass, David added, "now get out of my kitchen, ya little snot."

(Authors note : I had to add the ass smacking in their, considering he likes to be very thorough when it comes to that ass ;)).)

later that evening

David opened his eyes finding the TV screen blank. And his mate snoring softly. They must've fell asleep.

The shifter stared down at his mate. A world of love in his eyes. As they slept on his chest. Drool leaking from the corner of their mouth. Their Hair standing in all different directions. Soft Snores escaping their lips.

"Shit, your beautiful." David whispered softly. Running his hand up and down their back.

Placing a kiss to the top of their head. "I love you, Angel."

tightening his hold on Their waist, David whispered "I love you,I'm always surprised by how much. In the small moments specifically."

A flood gate of memories filled David's mind in one sudden blinding apocalypse of love for his mate.

The time they dragged him outside while it was raining so they could dance in the rain, only for The shifter to realise his mate was a terrible dancer.

The time they sat in his car after their 3rd date and looked him dead in the eye and said 'are you gonna kiss me or not?'.

Remembering how it felt when their lips touched for the first time, how they were a slow kisser and how David absolutely loved it.

The first time they went with him to visit his father's grave and they squeezed his hand in a show of silent support.

David smiled at the memories, "you're my right answer. to every question I've ever had.... you, you are the answer, Angel."

And then in a slow wave David realised that he wanted this. forever. he wanted to wake up to this forever. he wanted them to be his future. he wanted to sit next to them in rocking chairs one day. he wanted everything with them. he wanted-

"I want to marry you, Angel." David whispered, letter by letter. He felt the words with his entire being. He was going to marry them. Without a single doubt.

Placing a kiss to angels Cheek David whispered. "I am going to marry you one day, baby."

#redacted asmr #redacted verse #redacted #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted audio #david shaw #redacted fanfic #redacted erik

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 17

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"How are those post holiday blues?"

"Not bad. I kind of was looking forward to coming back home, I’ve missed you."

"Aww, Eleanor."

"Don't make fun of me, Declan" I say, sticking out my tongue. 

"I'm not making fun of you. I actually find it very cute that you have missed me. I’ve missed you too."

"Then when can we meet? Today I start my round of visits around schools and I'll be busy basically every day."

"I also have a busy schedule this week with training every day and then playing away. But maybe you could come to next week's game? It's on Saturday. We could meet after, have dinner at my place, maybe wake up together on Sunday and have a chill day..."

"That actually sounds perfect, but I'll have to ask David first. Going to the game may not be possible" I sigh.

"You can always wear a wig" Declan says with a cheeky smile.

"I actually could, yeah" I laugh. 

"Ma'am? The car is ready" David says after knocking on my door.

"Gotta go. A bunch of teenagers from your neighbourhood are waiting for me."

"Wait, are in you in Kingston?"

"Yep. Should I ask for luck?"

"Nah, you'll be fine. But if they ask about your favourite football player, say my name. That will make them love you."

"Ok" I chuckle. "Call you later?"

"Perfect."

"Bye, Dec."

"Goodbye, Eleanor."

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"Thank you very much for coming, ma'am."

"It was my pleasure" I say, shaking the hand of the high school's headmaster.

"Your Royal Highness!" a familiar voice says behind me.

"Mrs. Rice?" I say, turning around.

"I was in a meeting with some parents and thought I wouldn't make it! It's so good to see you again, ma'am."

"You too. Do you work here?"

"I'm the History teacher, yes. I guess that's why I like anything royal related" she chuckles.

"Yeah, Declan mentioned it."

"He did? When?"

"Back in Canada when we talked about you after one of the games" I say, feeling my cheeks get warm. He did tell me about it in Canada, but it was during one of our very long facetime calls.

"Ma'am, it's time to leave" David says.

"Yes, sure. It was so nice to see you again, Mrs. Rice. Even if it was briefly."

"You too, ma'am" she says with a smile that reminds me of Declan's. He definitely took after her.

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"Isn't that Mrs. Rice?" David asks. We've been stuck in traffic for the past 10 minutes, all the parents deciding to pick up their kids with their cars since it is pouring with rain.

"It is her, yes. Can we give her a lift? She'll get sick if she walks home in this rain."

"Of course, ma'am. I'll go ask her" he says, picking up an umbrella and leaving the car. A couple of minutes later, Mrs. Rice is sitting next to me, all the cars around us still not moving.

"Thank you very much for this, ma'am" she says. "You didn't have to."

"I couldn't let you walk home in this weather. If you got sick or something, Declan would kill me."

"He is a mama boy" she chuckles. "But don't tell him I told you about it."

"I won't, I promise" I smile.

We spend the rest of the ride, that should have lasted just a few minutes but that takes us almost half and hour, talking about Declan as a kid. I now know so many stories I could tease him with...

"Why don't you come inside and I show you some photos?" Mrs. Rice says when the car stops in front of her house. "Unless you have somewhere else to be."

"I actually am free for the rest of the day, but I don't want to bother you."

"Oh, nonsense. I'll make us a nice cup of tea, it’s what the body asks for with this horrible weather. He also is invited" she says, nodding towards David.

"You are too kind, ma'am. But there is no need" he says.

"So? Are you coming?"

"I..." I say, looking at David through the rearview mirror. His eyes are telling me no, but the idea of seeing photos of Declan as a baby is so tempting... "Ok, yes. But it'll be a short visit, you probably have other things to do."

"Not until dinner, don't worry" Mrs. Rice smiles.

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"Oh my God, he looks so cute!" I say, looking at a photo of Declan wearing some Mickey Mouse pyjamas.

"He lived on those and even wanted to go to school wearing them" Mrs. Rice laughs. 

"Darling, we are home!" a male voice says.

"And there is such a fancy car parked outside" another male voice says.

"It looks like some kind of official car, don't you think?" a third male voice adds, this one sounding closer to where we are.

"It actually... Eleanor?" Declan says, walking into the living room with three other men. His dad and his brothers.

"Is she... Her?"

"Holy shit!"

"Why did you call her by her name? Is that allowed?"

"I... I..." Declan says, his cheeks turning bright pink.

"Why don't you all sit down and I explain it all, uh?" Mrs. Rice suggests.

"I think I need to sit down, yes" Declan says, his eyes fixed on me.

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"I can't believe you are in my house. With my family" Declan whispers while his brothers get the table ready for dinner. After Mrs. Rice explained everything to her husband and her sons, she somehow convinced me to have dinner with them. It is her birthday on Sunday, and since Declan won't be in London, they decided to meet today and have some kind of family dinner. One where I also am a guest now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming. And for whatever the reason, I can't say no to her."

"That's my mum, yep" Declan chuckles. "Besides showing you my photos and embarrassing me forever, did she also show you your photos?"

"It was the first thing we did when we walked in. And she didn't embarrass you. You were a really cute baby."

"And now I am not cute anymore?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"You are cute but in a different way" I reply with a similar smile.

"Sorry to interrupt" one of his brothers says, the smirk on his face letting us know that he heard what we just said. "But ma'am, do you drink wine?"

"I do, but tonight I'll have just water if you don't mind."

"Same for you, Dec?"

"Yes, I have training tomorrow."

"He probably doesn't want to get tipsy and confess that he has had a crush on you since he was a kid."

"She already knows" Declan says, rolling his eyes.

"Really?"

"Mason told me in Canada" I say.

"Damn it. And do you know about the photo?" he asks.

"I do."

"Mason too?"

"Yep" I shrug.

"It still is in his wardrobe. You should show him, Dec" his other brother says, joining the conversation.

"That isn't necessary" he replies.

"I think it is" both his brothers say at the same time.

"C'mon, Declan. They'll spend the whole night teasing you if you don't do it."

"She's right, Dec."

"Fine" he sighs. "This way, ma'am."

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"I'm sorry about those two" Declan says when we make it upstairs. "They are like kids sometimes."

"It's ok, don't worry. But you don't have to show me anything if you don't want to, we can lie to them."

"Nah, it's fine. I know you are dying to see that famous photo."

"I actually am, yes" I giggle.

"I think it's only fair that you now put one of me in your wardrobe too, tho" he says as he walks into his room.

"One where you are topless?"

"I don't know. Does that turn you on?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"A bit."

"Just a bit?"

"The way you look at the camera sometimes, while fully clothed, turns me on a lot more" I shrug.

"Oh, so you are like me. You like those photos because then you can think about taking off my clothes."

"I hadn't thought about it that way, but now that you mention it..." 

"I'm a clever boy" he says with a mischievous smile, opening his wardrobe's door. "Eleanor, meet Eleanor."

"Oh my God, it's real!" I laugh when I see my photo. "Why did they let me leave the house with that hair?"

"You looked gorgeous."

"Almost a decade ago, maybe. But now? Nah."

"I'll have to update the photo, then" he shrugs.

"Maybe we can search for one next weekend at your place. David said yes to spending the night there, but has to still think about the game" I say, moving closer to him.

"That already sounds perfect" he replies, grabbing me by the waist and closing the space between us.

"Declan!" I giggle. "Your family is downstairs. What if they see us?"

"They'll probably open a champagne bottle and celebrate. I think they all like you. Very much."

"You think?" I say, putting my arms around his neck.

"Definitely. It must be a Rice thing. Though they don't like you as much as I do."

"And how much is that?"

"Do you want me to show you?" he says, brushing his lips against mine.

"Please" I whisper before he kisses me, the butterflies in my stomach throwing a party.

#declan rice #declan rice fanfic #declan rice imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

Hey, I saw ur post saying you were taking requests for lost boys or Billy hargrove x male reader so I was wondering if you could do a lost boys x Billy hargrove x male reader request. I don't have anything in mind specifically but maybe Billy runs away back to california and meets the reader who is a part of the lost boys??? Idk, you can do whatever you want with it :))

Billy and the Lost Boys, my fave together <3 Thank u for this request anon! I hope you enjoy it :)

Be one of us - Poly! Lost Boys x male reader x Billy Hargrove

TW : violence (not more than in canon), some sexual innuendo

Wanna read it on AO3 ?

It was a boring evening. No surf nazi to pick fight with, not so many teenagers to terrorize… Beside giving death glare to passerby with David, there was not much to do. Paul and Marko were having fun on the rides. As David and Dwayne went hunting, for the later was hungry, you decided to not join them as you were not. Instead, you started to walk around the boardwalk. You were a full vampire after all, there was not much that could decently harm you even if you were on your own.

That’s how you spotted him. Dark blond curls, jeans hugging a nice butt, leather jacket. By his looks, he was a runaway. Feeling stared at, he turned in your direction. Those blue eyes! Like Paul’s, you knew that you could drown in them. He was so beautiful, you had to show him to your boys.

You decided to walk to him confidently. You were sure in your guts that he had what it takes to be a Lost Boy. “So, what’s your name pretty runaway?”

That’s how you got to learn a little about Billy. You weren’t aware of where David and Dwayne went, so you decided to lead him to your blonds instead.

You found them sitting together, not very far from a concert. While Marko was quite skeptical, Paul seemed to approve of your choice, not even knowing if Billy was meant to be food or friend. You guys went on together, as you warned David and Dwayne by the mind link you all shared of where your intentions were laying by. David was the one keeping all of you safe, he would always have the last word anyway.

When David looked at him, he seemed to see what you saw because he asked Billy if he had somewhere to go. When he admitted that he didn’t, David offered him that Billy could stay by your place. Billy was okay with that, if he could come with his own car. To your surprise, your lover accepted. He led you all to his car, a nice blue Chevrolet Camaro. Youn could see in your boys’ eyes that they were approving of his taste.

And his driving! Fast and reckless, he adapted easily to the way you all rode your bikes.

He accepted to go down the rickety-looking entrance, even looking less anxious when David told him the story of the place, and he visibly loosened up when Paul mentioned the absence of parents or adults. You offered him a smile as you settled down next to him on a couch, and caught him looking at Paul and Marko, already in their own little world. Your boyfriends had always been very tactile with each other’s. Billy was looking… envious? If Billy was really into men, you did a great job at picking the babe.

Since he was wearing a Metallica t-shirt, you strike a conversation with him about music. Quickly, Paul and Marko come around, launching themselves in the conversation that became loud and animated.

Glancing at David, you saw him talking with Dwayne, most likely about what to do with Billy. And when you see them bringing the jeweled bottle, you know that Billy is meant to stay.

You know that it’s David’s blood in it, so when he offered you the bottle to give an example to Billy, you make a show of drinking the crimson gift of your lover. Licking your lips, you turn to the newcomer.

“Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. Be one of us Billy. Drink it”

You can see the hesitation in his eyes, so expressive, windows to his soul.

“Don’t you wanna be one of us?” David’s voice broke the silence. Looking at David, Billy brought the bottle to his lips… and drank. You all erupted into cheers, greeting the pretty boy into his new life as a Lost Boy.

The night turned into a joyous party, the five of you putting him at ease. As the sun come closer, you helped the halfling get his stuff from his car, and showed him the way to a deeper part of the cave, not too far of your sleeping room so you could reach your new boy if you needed even in the middle of the day.

Once you and Dwayne were sure that Billy was comfortably settled down, the two of you joined your lovers and flew next to them.

The next evening, you woke up early and went to check on Billy. The boy was already awake, and greeted you as you leant on what would have been a doorframe in a normal room. Your scent and the boys’ lingered everywhere, as it was your room when you were still human, and the one you would usually use when things were getting hotter, so it didn’t surprise you when you realized that Billy had your smell lingering on him. David will enjoy it, you thought. I will enjoy what? You repeated your train of thoughts to David, who took his place behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Somehow his display of affection seemed to put Billy at ease.

Apparently, boys liking boys was not in good light where he was from. But here the young runaway would be free to be whoever he wanted to be, as a Lost Boy. Between Paul’s legs, if you believed the wild rocker’s thoughts. Dude was already picturing Billy as your lover despite him only joining you guys yesterday.

But first pretty boy would have to feed…

While Paul was helping Billy to get ready, the rest of you were wondering how to get Billy to turn. Starting a blood bath in front of him and let him give in to the thirst?  Tell him and let him pick his first kill himself? Tonight? Next week? It was finally decided that he would get a few days, and that the rest of you would let him get comfortable around you all, while you would drop hints and see if he would pick up.

The days passed, and you grew fond of the half vampire.

After a week since Billy’s arrival, you all pilled up in his camaro, as he drove you all to a quiet place where you could get as high and as drunk as you wished.

David had told you that Billy had picked up on the creature of the night thing, but he had not said anything about it yet. You knew that it was only a matter of time before Billy wad finally turning, so you all let him enjoy being half for the last few nights of his life.

At least it was what David had planned. When that angry man barged in, yelling, you all saw Billy freeze. And you got to know what he was running away from.

David immediately put himself between Billy and his father, protecting our boy. Then it all went down really fast.

The man tried to get at David, blood got shed, which seemed to make Billy react. The blond launched himself at his father, protecting the vampire that had welcomed him with open arms. Before the man could do anything to protect himself, Billy had vamped out, ripped his throat open, drinking from  the wound.

When he got up, covered in blood, Billy whipped his mouth with the back of his right hand.

“He deserved it”. No one said anything about it. Instead, David smiled.

“Welcome, Lost Boy. You’re one of us now.”

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #billy hargrove x reader #male reader

[slowrvn]

( logan lerman, cis male, he/him ) have you met nathan hawke yet ? you know, the twenty5 year old graduate student majoring in veterinary medicine. ring a bell yet ? every time i walk past their dorm i hear the logical song by supertramp blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re passionate but can also be a little resentful. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself.

hey, everyone !!  this  is  zazz (  she/her,  twenty3, gmt  )  bringing  you  mr.  nathan hawke. here you’ll  find  all  the  info  you  need  to get to know him.  if  you  wanna  plot,  hmu  on  discord  ( lvnelynights ) or through private messages !!

*     ⸻     𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐍𝐄.

name :  nathan hawke. date  of  birth :  november 15, 1998. zodiac  sign :  scorpio  sun,  gemini  rising,  libra  moon, scorpio venus. place  of  birth :  new haven, connecticut. occupation :  veterinary medicine graduate student. education  :  radcliffe university. sexuality :  heterosexual. relationship  status :  single.

*     ⸻     𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐖𝐎.

positive  traits :  intelligent,  dynamic, adaptable, kind-hearted, passionate. neutral  traits :  observant,  detached, logical,  sarcastic. negative  traits :  secretive,  stubborn,  moody, resentful, disorganized. likes :  oversized sweaters, rainy weather,  cats, cooking,  retro music, late  night  drives, brownies. dislikes :  hypocrites,  wet socks,  long  phone  calls,  overplayed songs,  romantic  movies, being lost, most social media. habits  :  gesturing when speaking, frowning, jaw clenching,  cracking his knuckles. alcohol ?  cigarettes ?  drugs ? sometimes.  sometimes.  rarely.

*     ⸻     𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

nathan was born into a broken family. his parents were way too young, about to turn seventeen and eighteen, when they found out about him. their families didn't approve of the pregnancy, begging them to think about other options, but they refused. it's safe to say things did not turn great for them after that. they became estranged from their relatives, starting their own little family the only way they could at that moment. they moved to a small trailer park just before nathan was born. his father, david, had found a job at the local car workshop as a mechanic, bringing some small amounts of money home while tessa took care of baby nathan.

the next years would be filled with sacrifice and struggle for the young couple. after their honeymoon phase, the fights were constant, growing louder and more violent each time. nathan observed it all, often questioning if it would all end someday. when he noticed the odds were against him, he gave up trying to change anything. for him, the everlasting toxicity of his parents' relationship became the norm.

the young hawke would grow up exhausted. when he was a teenager, he would join some clubs and the soccer team, occupying his time and mind with those activities, hoping to escape the hours of shouting he had to endure in his home. later on, he also started working some little jobs here and there, saving some of the money for himself. two of the jobs, dog walking, and pet-sitting, really took his mind off his problems. their parents never let him have pets, so he never discovered how much he loved them. aside from those odd jobs, he would often volunteer in the animal shelter located near the trailer park. since then, he knew he had to work with animals.

when the time came, he applied to radcliffe university, wanting to study veterinary medicine. when he discovered they had accepted him, he couldn't be happier. that letter meant the daily fights would end, so he could finally be able to breathe. now, a graduate student, he can't imagine what his life would look like if he hadn't left for uni. that campus has been his home for years - one that doesn't hurt as much as the one he's always been used to.

*     ⸻     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

he's kinda shy and quiet at first, so he's used to being called mysterious, on campus - he doesn't really like it but doesn't really fight it either.

he functions better at night so it's not unusual to see him at the library until like four a.m. most days of the week.

he currently works in a tiny grocery shop near campus.

he is also a music geek. his faves are the beatles, led zeppelin, the doors, creedence clearwater revival and queen.

*     ⸻     𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

VET MED COLLEAGUES :  other veterinary medicine students... someone he can study with and someone who understands when he complains about some teachers.

SOCCER TEAMMATES : someone who's also in the soccer team.

UNLIKELY FRIENDS : they don't look like they could be actual friends to others but that doesn't matter, they've built a good enough friendship regardless.

BEST FRIENDS : nathan has a harder time trusting people, however these are different. they're his go-to people for every occasion.

PARTY BUDDIES : he doesn't mind a little party, especially when these people join him. they share the most random drunk/high stories.

FLIRTATIONSHIP :  he's kinda sarcastic so this could lead to some cute banter.

ONE  NIGHT  STAND  :  maybe after some party they hooked up, it was good but that's about it.

EX GIRLFRIEND : someone around his age, maybe they dated for some months but eventually broke up. they can be on good or bad terms now, i'm down for both.

OTHER  DESIRED  RELATIONSHIPS :  other members of the student government, people he worked with, frenemies,  enemies,  wingman/wingwoman,  crush  (  one-sided  or  not  ), leading on...  anything you think fits, really !

#radcliffeintro

[katbrando]

for my jjba self-shipping server's first collaborative mixtape, we decided to go with a double theme! side A consists of members' song choices for a first dance with their f/o, while side B flips the switch and includes tracks for spicier occasions. the resulting 18-song playlist is linked below, and you can find members' thoughts on their selections under the cut! thank you to those who participated, i always have a blast making these with y'all 🤎

🎧 spotify playlist link

💿 full tracklist (and gushing) ⬇️

1. "Just What I Needed" by The Cars ∾ Eileen & Jotaro (@dogsofardour)

"Jotaro would choose “Just What I Needed” by The Cars. It’s an accurate reflection of how he first felt in Eileen’s presence. It’s a little abrasive but the song is all tender underneath the bravado. It’s not a very typically romantic song, but oh! It fits, and what a lovely sensation of exhilaration."

2. "You're Still the One" by Shania Twain ∾ Anika & Jotaro (@anikasenkujo)

"Jotaro and Anika have a unique road to their wedding. First, he proposes to her in Morioh, in front of people he considers close with a family heirloom ring that Holy handed to him. Then, after tons of arguments and after almost not being married, they have Hindu pre-wedding festivities and a Christian wedding. So their first dance, is a reminder to themselves of the journey that they’ve undergone as a couple. From traveling to Cairo, to them being separated by circumstances and misunderstandings, to Anika losing her memories during this time, to broken previous relationships and to them being reunited. All of the moments they’ve had, led to the moment that they’re having right now. Their first dance is symbolic of how far they’ve come despite people saying that they’ll never be together. It’s symbolic of the fact that true love always hopes, perseveres and trusts."

3. "This Must be the Place" by Sure Sure ∾ Julie & Risotto (@reclusiverisottonero)

""I'm just an animal looking for a home"--Risotto didn't have much of a place to call a home or many people he could reliably think of as family. He didn't think he even needed such things as an assassin but didn't realize he'd unconsciously been seeking it out until he meets me, and suddenly something clicks and he goes, "Oh". 'Home' as a concept is the people you choose to surround yourself with, and little by little we opened up the doors to our hearts to let one another inside to permanently settle in. It makes this song a no-brainer for our first dance as a married couple."

4. "The Book of Love" by Peter Gabriel ∾ Rydia & Dio (@hammerofspace)

"I've got this headcanon that Dio is very slow to actually discuss soft feelings and that when he does open up about them it's a whole to do. The song focuses a lot on not knowing about love and it's intricacies but that the moments of togetherness build it into something more despite the unknown. More than anything, I'm also convinced this man would try to find a book for all things he's unsure of and would absolutely follow a book of love like it was his personal handbook if there was one discussing all the possibilities of love."

5. "Like Real People Do" by Hozier ∾ Kat and Diego (@katbrando)

"Besides this track being just short enough for me to ignore the anxiety that would come with dancing in front of people, the lyrics always give me goosebumps. The subtle changes in the chorus as the song progresses remind me of a relationship that's slowly shifting and growing, where two damaged people are learning to trust each other and open up. Having this moment after we've just been married would feel like a shared sigh of relief in knowing we've forever found someone who makes us feel safe and whole."

6. "As the World Falls Down" by David Bowie ∾ Isabella & Dio (@drakkar-noir)

"It’s kind of cheesy, but I love this song so much along with the scene it’s featured in in Labyrinth. It’d probably take some convincing to sway Dio into having this be our first dance, but he’d eventually relent because he actually likes David Bowie. It would be a very sweet and tender slow dance with lots of private whispers and smiles."

7. "I've Got You Under My Skin" by Dionne Warwick ∾ Lazarus & Dio (@phvntom-limbs)

"This is for a couple reasons. Firstly, this is a song that touches on the complete and utter devotion to that One person, loving someone so much you would do basically anything for them. And this cover in particular is a slower take on it, so it's perfect for a little romantic dance :3"

8. "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey ∾ Avelino & Melone & Pesci (@cinnamonnbonnie)

"I've seen the many beauty's of the world, irresistible landscapes, colors of the winds, and felt in my heart and soul when nature spoke in its way. When the world gets old, we are able to see forms, shapes, and crystals that only the time can make it look beautiful. Diamonds get the most brilliant and graceful as time goes by, and humans decay and get turned into dust, buried and forgotten. That's the end of the line. Although we die, we will continue to shine like gold, endlessly shining even under the ground."

9. "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls ∾ Leo & Gyro (@leozeppeli)

"We didn’t have a first dance or anything, so Gyro played Iris in the car after we eloped because it was the cheesiest song he could think of without being too cliche."

1. "Passenger" by Deftones ∾ Leo & Gyro (@leozeppeli)

"…he then put on Passenger ten minutes later and promptly pulled over into a dark parking lot."

2. "Tessellate" by alt-J ∾ Kat & Diego (@katbrando)

"Most of alt-J's lyrics honestly baffle me, but there's something undeniably sexy about this song. It starts with "bite chunks out of me, you're a shark and i'm swimming" and based on the overall vibe, you can't tell me that doesn't have dirty implications. Additionally, "tessellate" basically means "to fit together closely"."

3. "Slow Hand" by The Pointer Sisters ∾ Eileen & Jotaro (@dogsofardour)

"The Pointer Sisters’ “Slow Hand” is a pretty good tone setter. It’s slow, sensual, and the lyrics demand the lover show more consideration and finesse than a quickie."

4. "Soulful" by L'Indécis ∾ Rydia & Dio (@hammerofspace)

"To keep with the honeymoon encompassing theme, there's no words in this song and I think that would be important. The time alone away from everyone is about savoring wordless moments and each other and the tempo fits the idea of taking things slowly and basking in them in my head. He's a hedonist and takes his time with all things pleasurable 👀"

5. "Eat Your Young" by Hozier ∾ Lila & Cioccolata (@cinnamonnbonnie)

"Seven ways that we can sin, seven ways that we can taste each other, seven reasons to start the fire, along seven craving desires that only the other can satisfy. We made the most beautiful sin, the honey dripping from our bodies is the most divine taste, the heat makes the edges burn, and we feel deep inside, craving for each other more, a war that only us can fight."

6. "Love Me Harder" by Ariana Grande & The Weeknd ∾ Anika & Jotaro (@anikasenkujo)

"After their wedding in Calcutta, Jotaro and Anika’s 8 day honeymoon in Goa, an Indian state full of beaches is something that’s filled with adventures of all kinds. There are many moments of lovemaking, and learning about one’s likes and dislikes in sex. Also, just because they reunited after 10 years, they couldn’t take this moment lightly, they got to love each other harder, with every moment filled with passion, and sheer commitment to each other. Because they’ve slept with different people before, this song is a reaffirmation of their love to each other but in a carnal manner."

7. "Freak" by Lana Del Rey ∾ Isabella & Dio (@drakkar-noir)

"Very fitting that this is from the “Honeymoon” album! I love this song SO MUCH though and the vibes it brings for the bedroom are immaculate. The song is supposed to be about convincing your partner to be a freak with you, but we all know there would be no convincing needed for either party in this case."

8. "Watcher" by Femme En Fourrure ∾ Julie & Risotto (@reclusiverisottonero)

"The exchange of power and control can be intensely intimate. Risotto's trust is something to be treasured, to not be taken for granted even for a moment. I enjoy the dark beats of this track contrasting with the lightheartedness of the first song, but primarily love how the bluntness of the lyrics still have this craving for your partner beneath the surface . Risotto and I want to consume each other so completely, so wholly that sometimes all grace needs to be discarded so we can just fuck."

9. "Closer" by In This Moment ∾ Lazarus & Dio (@phvntom-limbs)

"This song just straight up fucks. It's already musical sex but Maria Brink has a voice that's just WA it's so good. Such a sexy song. Like biblically sexy."

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