#he isn't going to just sit on his hands and let the pack handle it. bitch please. he's gonna crack some heads with his bat

[zyafics]

play fake | part five

series play fake — ( masterlist )

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

summary when rafe cameron needs to secure a gf in order for his father to see him as a stable man, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

content 18+, eventual smut, angst, fake-dating, jealousy, people-pleasing and independent! female reader, ward cameron pinning rafe and sarah against each other, rafe being an asshole

zya's notes thank u for being patient with me! <3

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You weren't a cuddler.

At least, not with Rafe. When you fell asleep on his bed last night, he scoffed at the sight. How tired you were. How you immediately fell off post-orgasm. He had other plans, to make you come more, but it was obvious it wasn't going to happen. Instead, he helped you get under the comforter, and when you did, you instinctively pulled to the edge of the mattress, like you knew to put as much distance between you and him.

Rafe thought it would change by morning. That you would find yourself in his arms and he would be able to tease you about it. You didn't. Your hands tucked under your head, you faced the wall, laid on your side, and you did everything possible to avoid contact with him.

For some reason, it pissed him off.

Like he was mad at your subconscious when you didn't do anything wrong. He thought—assumed—you would let him in. When he poured a bit of himself last night, letting himself be vulnerable with you, he thought it was a gateway for you to return the sentiment. But, somewhere, deep down, you still didn't trust him.

He was the one who got out of bed first.

He went to the ensuite and took a shower, washing away his sweat and subtle case of hangover. Surprisingly, it wasn't that bad. He doesn't know if it's because, halfway through the night, clarity dawned on him or because he was crossed with a different drug than his usual high. Either way, he was grateful.

Until the ringing started.

It happened once. It was your phone; the ringtone too obnoxious to be his. Then, it ended. And started again. This happened a couple more times until Rafe got annoyed and stepped out of the bathroom to check on who the fuck was calling you so early in the morning.

It was your job.

He softens for a moment. He forgot that you had shit to do, that the two of you were on opposite sides of the economic spectrum. He may have luxury and all the time in the world but you had work. You weren't kidding when you said you needed to pull doubles just to stay afloat.

He wanted to wake you up and give you the phone to handle it. But, something about your sleeping position makes him hesitate. You look so peaceful. Calm. Like you haven't had a good night's rest in a long time and he wasn't going to ruin that.

So, he did something he probably shouldn't.

He turned your phone off.

He went back to the bathroom to finish the rest of his routine and when he came out, you were starting to stir. Your hands were rubbing the sleepy haze out of your eyes and you were searching around the room to figure out where you were.

"You're up." He acknowledges, stepping out into his room. "Get ready. We're heading out."

"Go where?" You mumble drowsily, trying to remember your own name right now, much less try to get ready. "Wait, what time is it?"

Rafe doesn't say anything, glancing at the present that sits on his desk. He grabs it, throwing it onto the bed, which you manage to catch in the nick of time. "Here, before I forget." He declares, going to his closet to exchange his sweatpants for some outside attire.

You look inside the bag, more thoroughly this time. You counted a total of fourteen Plan B packs, the stems of the tulips were slightly-wilted from lack of water, and the envelope isn't a letter but rather a thick wad of something—like cash.

"I'm not taking this." You pull out the envelope and slide it across the bed. Rafe glances down at it, then back to you, a scowl forms on his face.

"You don't know what it is."

"It's money," you say, easily. "That wasn't part of the deal."

"So what?" He steps forward, closing in the distance as he stands before the bed, grabbing the envelope and holding it out to you again. "You need the money. Take it."

"No." You cross your arms, stubbornly.

God, this fucking early in the morning?

He clenches his teeth. "Why the fuck not?"

You take a beat before you answer. "You wouldn't get it."

"Try me."

He looks genuinely serious about knowing your answer. Not just another way to pick it apart and fight back, but to be willing. It makes you consider telling him the truth. Sighing, you explain. "It's just... it means that whenever you fuck up, you get to put some money in it and it fixes everything. I refuse to let you think that you can wave some cash in front of my face and everything will be forgiven."

There's more reasons why you don't accept the money, not for the exchange you're doing, but you rather not get into that right now. That explanation, in this context, was the most appropriate.

"That's not... I..." Rafe trails off, his mouth slightly slack from the confession. That's not what he meant to do, but there's some merit behind your words, nonetheless. It is easier to flash his wallet than apologizing for any misdemeanor he committed. It's something he does. It's something he learned from his father. "I'm not."

You chuckle. "Say that more convincingly and I might believe you."

Rafe swallows, watching the gentle smile light up your lips. He didn't realize how much he didn't appreciate it before. Not until you gave him the whole silent treatment and called him out.

"It's not," he starts again with a clear of his throat. "I do that. I'm not gonna lie about that. But, in this case... It wasn't just that. You needed the money. I took it out of your paycheck to buy Plan B. It cost nothing to me."

You don't answer him, glancing back at the bag. "You already bought me Plan Bs."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can cover rent with fucking contraceptive pills."

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you take his words with some consideration. You admit, this is a version of his apology, no matter how pretentious it may seem. With that, you accept the envelope out of his hand. "Thank you."

Rafe is pleased at that. That you finally didn't give him such a hard time to help you. That you just accepted it, even if it was done with some initial hesitation.

Pulling himself off the mattress, Rafe turns back to his closet, only for your voice to stop him.

"You know, it's a bit presumptuous of you to assume we'll be having sex this much."

He looks at you, seeing you tilt your head at him in a challenge. The bag lifted off your lap to demonstrate the amount he bought.

"It's so I'll ever have to hear you complain about spending money again."

You chuckle. There it is, the cover of assholery to make up for the vulnerability he exposed just moments ago. "If this is the rate we'll be going, you should've just bought me birth control."

"Fuck off, it's not going to be a regular thing."

You laugh. "I guess I'll just use these with my other boyfriends. Since we won't be needing them."

Rafe stills. He knows you're teasing him, to get a rise out of anything you can find yourself on. But something in his blood runs hot as those words escape your lips. At the idea of you with others. He turns back to the bed, lowering himself to your level before grabbing your cheeks in one palm.

It wasn't done roughly. That's the reason why your smirk is so fucking conceited right now. He wants to do something to make you take back your words.

But nothing came to mind. Not this morning. Not after last night.

Instead, he mutters, "you play too fucking much."

He releases you with a light shove, enough for you to fall back against the pillows. Rafe grabs the first thing out of his closet and walks back to the bathroom, and just when he's about to close the door, he hears your laughter erupt from behind.

—

After getting ready, by wearing whatever you could find in Sarah's closet—which Rafe made you use because she hasn't been home in over two months—you called to check in with Sailor. Your phone was off, for some odd reason, and when you called to make sure the place is running regardless of your absence, you agreed to go to whatever the fuck Rafe planned.

It was shopping.

You feel out of place the moment you arrive at the outlet downtown of Figure Eight. It's mainly for Kooks to come and shop, the boutiques and storefronts are out of your price-range for so many reasons. You thought it was a cruel joke for Rafe to give you some money, only to expect you to spend it in places like here.

"No," you shake your head for the umpteenth time, moving onto the next space. For the past twenty minutes, Rafe's been trying to get you to stop and try on clothes. You've been declining all of the options. You know you won't be able to afford them so there's no real point. You hope you reject enough of them that the both of you can leave.

"You have to pick a place at some point."

"I don't see why we have to shop here." You turn to him. "There's plenty of places near The Cut we can go to. It's cheaper."

His expression is sharp, as if the suggestion disgusted him to consider. “I'm not going to The Cut for their cheap-ass clothes."

"Well we're not going here either because there's no way in hell I can afford these clothes, Rafe," you retort, crossing your arms. He said he needed to get you some new clothes because your dress was too short, and since you don’t have many options in your closet, you agreed. You just didn’t expect to file for bankruptcy in order to afford it.

You're about to walk off again, furthering the sidewalk to preview the other shops you can't afford, when Rafe grabs your arm.

"You're not paying, alright?" He asserts. "Now, get into the shop before you piss me off."

You don't move. Not with that attitude.

"What's the magic word?"

"Fuck off."

You imitate a buzzer. "Wrong."

Rafe closes into you until he's right in front of your face. "If you are trying to get me to say please, think again, sweetheart, because there's no way in hell that I'm going to beg you for this."

You aren't intimidated. Glancing down at his hands, you ask, "how's your wrists, by the way?"

He rolls his eyes, forging annoyance, before pulling you to the nearest boutique. He knew it wasn't done without some willingness on your end, that your comment satisfied some power trip, and the two of you slipped through the glass doors of a fancy establishment.

An older woman welcomes you. She asks what you were looking for and Rafe answers before you get the chance to. When the saleswoman gathered the directive, she headed off to grab a couple of dresses from the store.

Rafe requested a private room. Since they had no such thing, this agitated him. However, since the store is mostly-empty right now and no one is using the fitting room lounge, Rafe’s mood slightly lightens. Sitting on the designated waiting couch, you head into one of the fitting rooms to try on the first item.

"What is this going to be for?" You ask, tugging on the strapless dress against your braless chest.

"There's a gala next week for Cameron Development. We're going."

You hum in response, acknowledging that this isn't a spontaneous trip done out of the kindness of his heart but because of your deal. The ploy you're fronting for Ward to see Rafe as reliable. You can't help but feel a small dose of disappointment.

Glancing at the mirror for a final check, you step out to find Rafe leaning against the long cream couch with his legs spread apart.

Rafe watches as you exit from the stall, reluctance pouring into each step you take. When you stop in front of him, you stretch your arms out to let him see the full details, before dropping them mere seconds later. "Good enough?" You ask.

"Turn around." He commands with a whirl of his ringed finger, making you roll your eyes but doing as he says. He studies the back. "Try another one."

Without another word, you head back to the room to pull off another dress from the rack. It became a routine for you: trying on one, doing a little spin for Rafe to see the completed look, waiting for his decision, before returning back to your stall to repeat.

None of the dresses have been a good fit, meaning you liked them, but Rafe found enjoyment in the process. This surprised him. He always hated going shopping for Wheezie or Sarah—especially the latter—but something about going with you, making you try clothes on for him, getting his opinions, stirs something primal in him.

He had to adjust his pants on the fourth dress you tried. That one revealed too much of your ass.

Despite your initial reluctance, you were starting to have fun. You never got the chance to be this girl—the one who spends their days dressing up, acting like a princess getting ready for her first ball—and it makes you excited. A little happy. But, you'll never admit it to Rafe.

However, your options are quickly dwindling. The saleswoman had to go to the front to gather some more dresses for you. As you pull the last one off the rack, you step out of the fitting room.

"Fuck." Rafe swears under his breath, watching you come out with a new piece. A long satin dress that clings to every curve of your body, showing off every impressive inch of your cleavage while leaving more to the imagination and a high slit that cuts up mid-thigh. It might be his favorite.

It was definitely yours.

"What do you think?" You prompt timidly, the lack of outright comment about your attire made you a bit antsy for his thoughts.

“I…” Rafe trails off, his eyes lifted to find yours. “What do you think?”

"Well," you spin, demonstrating with the little twirl that Rafe always makes you do. "I like it. I think it fits me."

"Then, let's get it."

You shake your head, laughing at the idea. "It's outrageously expensive. I can't afford it in this lifetime."

His expression shifts to an unreadable one. "I said I got it."

"And I don't think that's necessary. I can take care of myself." You say, which is true. You know Rafe has money, and you know he wouldn't feel a dent in his wallet if he bought it for you. However, the idea makes you uncomfortable. Not because he was spending money, but because you're letting someone else take care of you. Have power over something you spent your entire life controlling. It feels... wrong.

His jaw locks, his words sharper than before. "I took you here, that means I pay."

"No." You stand firm, shaking your head. "It's fine. I'll just try on something more affordable."

You go back to the dressing room without allowing Rafe to get another word in and he slumps back into his seat with mounting agitation. Rubbing his tense jaw, he can't seem to understand why you won't let him do things for you.

He's capable. He has money. All of this rationalization leads to one infuriating conclusion: why the fuck do you act like he has none of that?

It's simple.

You don't trust him.

"Rafe." You call out. It pulls him out of his spiraling thoughts and he turns to the closed door of your stall. "I can't get the zipper out. Can you help me?"

He was on his feet before you finished your sentence. Knocking, he hears the soft click of the lock as he pushes the door in, stepping inside the limited space. Standing in front of the large mirror, your back is turned to him.

Glancing over your shoulders, you offer him a sheepish look, "just pull it down. I think it's stuck."

He wordlessly steps forward before grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing it to the side. His large hands descend from your neckline to the tiny zipper tucked behind the fabric.

You watch him through the mirror, his expression is hard but his eyes are completely focused on the task at hand. A small smile rises to your lips.

When he lowers the zipper down to the end of the teeth, just at the midsection of your dress, he turns back to you. "Done."

"Thank you, boyfriend." You hum with a grateful grin, holding onto the front of your dress as it started to spill over from the lack of restraint. When you turn around, you’re surprised to find Rafe remaining. "I need some privacy to change—"

"Drop your arms."

The demand startles you. "For what?"

Rafe has the strongest urge to rip off your crossed arms himself, your questions delaying him of what he deserves, but he knows you. At least, he's getting to. Even if his mind is caught in a turmoil right now and he just wants to do something to prove to himself that you bare some semblance of trust in him, he can't force you. Not when he has an inch of restraint left in him.

He wants you to be willing.

Swallowing hard, he confesses. "Because I want to see you."

You can tell it took everything in him to say that. The corner of your lips finds your smile again. "You could've asked nicely."

"That is me asking nicely."

You chuckle, your arms still guarded over your chest. His eyes glance down. "Strip."

"Is this part of the arrangement?" You tilt your head, teasing out the moment a little longer. "An inspection for your girlfriend?"

He cups the underside of your jaw, almost in a chokehold. His eyes are hard on you, his patience wearing thin. "Stop playing with me, sweetheart."

You look up to him, doe-eyed and innocent. "Remove your hand, darling."

His jaw clenches at your own command, his grip around your throat sends a pleasurable sensation straight to your core. With great reluctance, he drops it.

"Who knew you'd do well with instructions?" You grin, taking a step back, closer to the mirror. Your heart is hammering with anticipation.

"If you don't remove them in five seconds, I'm ripping them off."

Excitement stirs in you. At the way he looks at you. The way he wants you. Rafe watches as you slowly drop your arms to your side, the flimsy satin glides off your body into a puddle by your ankles.

His breathing hitch in his throat as his hungry eyes take in your naked body, complete from head to toe, saved for a pair of panties hung around your hips that he's positive won't be there in the next few minutes.

There's a palpable silence. His eyes are intense but his words are obsolete. You needed something from him, some vocalization of his thoughts. Placing a hand on your hips, you ask, "did I pass?"

"You have a fucking nipple piercing."

You laugh at the astonishment in his tone, glancing down to your full tits and seeing the metal barbells lined through your nipples. "Is it not worthy enough of a Kook?" You ask with a tease, running the pad of your thumb over the sensitive bud, biting back a moan. "Am I going to get punished?"

He groans. Having enough, Rafe steps forward and captures your lips with his. His force pushes you against the cool mirror.

"I can't fucking stand you." He murmurs, his hand traveling down to cup one breast in his palm. "You were hiding these from me? The whole fucking time?"

The way he's handling you feels so good. "Didn't know I had to share everything with you."

"You do." Rafe asserts, his fingers pinching your sensitive tip and causing your whole body to arch. "God, they're sensitive, aren't they?"

You nod, needy. His hot mouth descends and his tongue swirls around the metal bar, eliciting a whimper from you. It's very sensitive, and you steady yourself against the mirror as Rafe lowers his other hand over your hips, pushing your panties down.

Rubbing your clit with one hand, teasing you with his mouth, you can't help but build towards a climax at the double sensation.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He whispers against your bare skin, his eyes flickering up to meet your heavy-lid gaze. "Parading around in dresses all day, trying them on for me?"

You feel yourself getting closer, but you can't help but tease him. "They weren't for you—"

His hand covers your mouth, the one slick with your arousal, and the removal of his touch leaves you empty and aching. You regret it instantly. "I don't want to hear you mouth me off again. You had your fun." He warns, his expression hard and resolute. "Now, here's what we're going to do. You're going to pick up that dress, fold it neatly on that chair, and I'm going to buy it."

A protest forms in your throat, but he catches it, deepening the pressure of his palm against your mouth. "Then I'm going to fuck you against this mirror. Remind you who you're with. Is that enough instructions for you, sweetheart?"

Desperate for a finish, you nod. Rafe watches as you pick up the dress and fold the fabric over the chair, before returning back to your previous spot.

"Turn around." He commands. You face the mirror, seeing your bareness in the reflection and the eagerness on your features. "Spread your legs."

You do, obeying him, and he chuckles darkly at the sight. "God, you're so fucking obedient now, aren't you?" He taunts, his eyes flicking to your face in the reflection as his hand lands a slap against your ass. "If I told you to touch yourself right now, you'd listen, wouldn't you?"

You would. The realization makes your face burn, your arms instinctively went to cover your chest. His expression hardens. "Not so fast, sweetheart," he grabs your wrist. "Do I need to tie them up for you too? Drop them."

Your pulse sputters, you lower your arms to your side, tucked. "I knew there was a good girl in there somewhere."

"Rafe." You whimper softly, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. "Please fuck me."

He grins at your plea, removing his slacks and briefs in one swift motion. You watch his swollen cock spring free, the tip running beads of his precum. Your mouth waters and you resist the urge to squeeze your legs together.

"You want this dick, sweetheart?" He teases, approaching you from behind. "You want me to fill that sweet, tight cunt?"

"Yes," you beg, "yes, please."

"Put your hands on the mirror." He instructs, his hand grabbing a handful of your hair, tipping your head back to meet your gaze in the reflection. "Look at yourself when I fill you."

Lining his erection against your entrance, you watch as he slowly enters your pussy from behind. The image is so gratifying and sensual. "So tight for me," he groans, a hand grabbing your hips to steady him. "Feels so fucking good."

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head as Rafe pumps in you, finding a pace, the angle from behind allowing him to hit deeper spots. You hold onto the mirror tighter, trying to contain your moans and the pleasure coursing through you.

"Look at you," he mumbles against the shell of your ear, causing you to meet his gaze through the mirror. "Taking me so fucking well."

You nod desperately, moaning at his thrusts roughly slams against your walls. "You fill me up so good."

"Just for me, right, sweetheart?" He lands a sloppy kiss against the side of your neck, to which you respond with a mewl. "My fucking girl."

Nodding, your eyes flutter at the way he rocks inside of you, your walls clenching around his length.

"Rub your tits for me." Rafe demands roughly, his pace growing more fervent as he watches your body through the reflection. You do as he says, using a hand to pinch and pull your pierced nipples between your fingertips, the sensitivity of your buds adding to the quickly-rising climax. "Fuck, I love watching you do that."

The praise unburdens something deep inside of you and your goal becomes to make him feel satisfied. Steady yourself with one hand on the mirror, your handprint greasing the clean silver, you play with your nipples further, twisting and moaning in your own pleasure. "Like that?" You ask sweetly, watching as he nods heavily, his chest sheen with a thin layer of sweat.

"Fuck." His rhythm goes faster, the sound of his balls hitting the back of your ass echoing in the empty lounge and overwhelming pleasures causing your eyes to close shut.

Rafe catches that. Pulling you into him, with your arched back pressed against his chest, he roughly grabs your throat and forces you to open them, staring right at your reflection. "You're going to watch me fuck you, sweetheart," he pants into your ear, the sight before you driving flips into your stomach. "And you're going to fucking remember this."

Your hair is a complete mess, his hand wrapped around your throat as the other gripping your hips harshly to steady his sloppier thrusts, and you're being fucked in a public dressing room and loving each second of it.

Both of your moans and his grunts echoes. Your peak rising.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, your thighs burning from the intensity of Rafe's pumps and your position. "I think I’m going to come—"

Someone calls your name.

Rafe stills.

"Are you in there?" The old saleswoman asks, her voice soft and delicate. You know she would die of a heart attack if she looked inside this room. "I brought more dresses for you. Where did your boyfriend go?"

"I—" Rafe begins to slowly rock against your body, his smile devilish in the reflection. "I–I'm here." You choke.

"Where did your boyfriend go? Did he leave you alone?"

No, you answer in your head, but your words are muddled as Rafe quickens his pace. Not enough where you can hear the sound of your pussy squelching, but enough for you to feel the returning buzz of your orgasm.

"Answer the nice lady, sweetheart," Rafe mumbles into your ear with a smile, pushing your hair to the side, as you send him a glare. Which quickly turns into a look of ecstasy as he hits your g-spot. You slap a hand over your mouth. "Don't be rude."

You had many words for Rafe, but none of them were coming out. You could only do so much. "He's–he's fine," you declare shakily, "I think he went to—" you let out a small whimper. Rafe's hand is now rubbing your clit in unison to his penetration.

You want to kill him.

You want to come so badly.

"He went where?" She prompts sweetly.

"The bathroom!" You shout with a half-moan, Rafe chuckling as he lays kisses on your backside, against your shoulder blades, increasing his thrusts. Your walls twitching around his cock.

"We don't have a bathroom."

Rafe tsk against your burning skin, shaking his head in forged disappointment. "Bad little liar."

"I'm going to kill you," you croak. Your climax builds so fast, you're trying hard to hold it off as long as possible.

"How are you going to come, then?" He taunts through the reflection, watching the way your body rocks with each drive. Your legs are weakening. "Do you want me to stop?"

You shake your head desperately, almost to tears, gripping the mirror edge for the life of you. "Please, don't."

"Then answer her."

"Hello?" The woman calls out, her voice pitched with a slight annoyance from your lack of response. "Do you want to try on the dresses? Should I bring them to you—"

"You can just le–leave it out there!" You moan with abandon. There was no way to avoid it.

"Are you sure—"

"Go away, please!" You plead, Rafe landing a hard thrust against you and causing your knees to finally buckle. He catches your waist with one strong arm, holding you upright.

The old woman huffs at your brusqueness, her little footsteps padding across the floor and exits from the lounge. With that signal, Rafe slams into you, with harsh desperate beats, to make up for the lost time. You come within a matter of seconds.

Worn out, he holds you up for a few more pumps before he spills into you. His hot cum filling your cunt. You're catching your breath, your face is completely flushed, and Rafe holds you tightly as the both of you come down from your high.

With enough strength, you pull yourself up and lean against the mirror for support.

"That was rude of you," Rafe declares with a tease, going to grab his discarded clothes.

"I hate you." You pant, your legs wobbling from your own weight. "I hate you so much."

He chuckles, redressing himself. Watching him as he collects himself, his eyes glance over to the chair before finding your exhausted face. "Now, are you going to let me buy that dress or are we going to have to do this again?"

—

Rafe ends up buying the dress. You were no energy to argue, and when he pulls you to the register to purchase the expensive satin, the old saleswoman gives you a withering glare—either at your rude outburst or the product of your image being a clear indication of you being throughly-fucked in the dressing room—that you quickly exit the boutique.

It didn't stop at the clothes. Rafe also pulled you to a nearby jewelry store too. He got you a gold necklace; your argument was completely futile with one glance.

"The necklace was unnecessary." You complain, pulling out the gift-wrapped box in the passenger seat of his car. Rafe is driving you back to your house.

He glances at you from his peripheral vision. "You need to look the part."

"But did you have to buy the most expensive one?" You retort, glancing over to him. "There were cheaper options. There's even fake ones I saw at the end of the display."

His hand, resting on your thigh, squeezes the flesh. "You think I'll let my girl walk around with fake gold? Do you know what they'll say about me?"

"That you're financially responsible?"

He scoffs, pinching the inside of your legs. You giggle. "That I can't afford to give my girlfriend some nice things. I'm not fucking broke."

You roll your eyes, opening the box. Your fingers trace the gorgeous details of the necklace, landing on the pendant at the center. "R, huh?" You say with a tease, looking over to Rafe again.

He shrugs. "Had to let everyone know who you belong to."

You know this is a fake relationship, that this is nothing more than to keep his image clean, but you can't help but feel a buzz at the possessiveness of his words. It almost makes you feel like you’re his.

Rafe pulls up to your neighborhood and is about to pull up to your house, when you stop him. "Right here is fine," you announce, holding your hand over the clutch to make him park. He does, his brows furrowed at your abrupt reaction.

"I could drive up—"

"No, it's okay." You wave him off with a small smile, unbuckling your seat and gathering your things in the leg compartment. "The walk is good for me."

It isn't that far. It's just off the edge of your driveway, enough where it doesn't look like Rafe is coming into your house but close enough where he can see the front porch.

Grabbing your bags, you bid him a farewell. You close the door of the passenger side and rush up to your porch, Rafe waits until you make it into your house.

This is the second time you've done this. You never let him go further up your driveway. Don't let him meet you at the door. It was like you were hiding him—embarrassed of him.

His hand grips the steering wheel as he watches you ring your own doorbell, waiting a few moments before the door swings open.

And it was fucking Heyward and Maybank.

They set out to greet you, pulling you into a side hug while pointing at the bags in your hands, to which you shyly tuck behind your back to hide from them with little avail. Rafe tightens his grip against the wheel, his knuckles whitening, as he watches you step inside, closing the door—with them.

He should leave. He knows he should. That's what he promised himself he would do. But, knowing you’re in there, with two men, drives him to stay. He can't go up to your doorsteps, you wouldn't allow it, so he waited. And waited. And waited.

It was over an hour and neither Maybank or Heyward exited from your house. It drove Rafe furious. Deciding that was time, he turns off the engine and marches up to your porch, banging on the door.

You open it in a matter of seconds, afraid that you were getting raided by the cops. Your outfit had switched into a baggy tee with shorts—too fucking short, he decided—and your expression etched with surprise.

"Rafe? What–what are you doing here? I thought you left—"

"Where is he?" Rafe declares, glancing over your shoulders with tightened fists. Trying to gain control of himself before he snaps. "Where the fuck are they?"

"Who? JJ?"

"Is that it?"Rafe snaps, his anger rising in waves. "What the fuck is he doing here?"

"I...I was helping him...?" You answer hesitantly, watching his expression shift from rage to fury.

"Helping him with what? Fucking him?"

You blink back in surprise. Your words caught in your throat by his outrageous accusation that it renders you speechless. Rafe, catching it as hesitation, had enough. His last string of restraint snaps. Finally, he steps inside, forcing you in and slams the door close behind him.

He grabs you by the throat, his fingers gripping the sides, causing a pleasurable sensation to your core. "Maybe you're right," he declares lowly, his darkened gaze lowered to you. "You do need to be punished."

— part six here —

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[giddyfatherchris]

📱skz texts — how they react/comfort you (when you’re going through a rough patch with a friend)

| including. felix, han, hyunjin

warnings. none!

a/n. who am i 😮 posting two days in a row??😮 hehe sorry it took so long for the second batch to come! bang chan and lee know will be next<3 hope you enjoy babies xx tagging my sweet bubs @httpdwaekki as promised hope they measure up to your expectations 🙈

a/n. also i know these are ‘out of order’ but… whatever:)

changbin, seungmin & i.n

bang chan & lee know

Felix

He was just about to get into the car when he got your text.

He hefted up the last bags in before he smiled, knowing only from your words that you would be so happy with the surprise he had prepared for you. As he drove to your school, he reminisced on the last few weeks. 

His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel as he remembered the first night you had arrived at the studio, crying. Your cheeks were red, and you looked so disoriented. You explained in between sobs that you fought with one of your best friends. School was easy for you, you had to put in your fair amount of work, but it did come to you easier than for other people, aka them. They let that jealousy grow and grow and had it become a nasty tumor hogging everything in its path. Until that one night when they held your success up against you, and it all exploded, leaving nothing in its wake. 

He tried calming you down, but it was one of those moments in his life when he felt the most unhelpful, helpless, and worried. You seemed to be reassured by his touch, but your breathing was still labored, a constant stream of tears flowing down your cheeks. He held you closer, thanking the universe he had been alone practicing, but he knew even if the whole group had been there, he would have let everything down to be there for you. 

Releasing his grip, he breathed through the memories and hung to the truth that it was now over. Yes, you still had to see that person from time to time in school, and they were still being incredibly pissy, but you no longer were hurt by their behavior and attempts at screwing you. Thanks to many, many nights spent with Felix, you talked everything through, and he helped you process the situation. He was so proud of the way you handled things, and since it had been a while since you two had the opportunity to have a special date he impulsively decided to organize this getaway. He smiled as he pulled to the curb, noticing your confused smile.

"Hey you, isn't tonight a recording night?"

"Not for me. We're going away," he answered with an enigmatic smile. He nodded for you to get in, "It's a surprise. Yes, everything is arranged. Yes, your bags are packed, and yes, I'm totally free to go."

You narrowed your eyes as he answered all your questions without you having to ask them. "And, where are we going?"

"I'm afraid I can't reveal that information yet."

You rolled your eyes, secretly delighted. "Okay then, can I ask why?"

At that, he settled and grabbed your hand. "Because I'm proud of you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you lately, but you've handled everything so well and managed to get out of it stronger. There was not much I could do to help, but I can do this. I think you deserve this little getaway for all the hard work you've been putting in."

"Lix..." your gaze softened with his kind words.

"No complaints will be accepted at this moment. You just have to sit back, relax, and let me handle it, sounds good?" He brought your hand to his lips, softly kissing it while his eyes scanned your reaction. 

"Sounds very good." You smiled back.

He kissed your joined hands once more before putting the car in drive. 

You let a beat of silence pass before you tried again with a pleading tone. "You really won't tell me where we're going?" 

He laughed at your impatience. "No baby." 

A smile wouldn't leave his face as he imagined your reaction when you would pull up in the entryway of the little cottage he had booked near the sea. He could already picture your eyes growing in size and your excited screams when you would see the blue waves and sandy beach. Felix felt his heart strain under all the love he felt for you, as he promised himself to keep doing these little things for you forever.

Han

He already knew everything about the situation happening with one of your friends. Honestly, he had a hard time understanding why they were suddenly turning against you. But then again, he always had a bad feeling about them and never thought they treated you half as well as you deserved. 

Still, he hated seeing you so affected by it. He understood why, but he hated feeling so unhelpful. He listened when you needed to vent and tried supporting you as much as he could, but he always felt like it would never be enough. So, when you texted him before heading home from work, hinting at how hard today had been, guilt started gnawing at him.

You got home about 20 minutes later. He was already waiting for you at the door. As soon as he saw the tired look on your face, the dark circles slowly settling under your eyes, his heart ached, but before you could notice his sad puppy eyes, he masked them with his warmest smile.  

"Hey pretty, how are you?" Immediately he took your bag from your hands and helped you take off your coat before wrapping you in a hug.  

"Could be worse, but could be better too," you sighed. "They were extra petty today, I'm not sure how to deal with this anymore."

He pulled back to grab your face, staring at you lovingly as he did. You looked back at him, the sight of his plush cheeks and chestnut eyes already easing the pain in your chest. "But, I'll be okay. I just want to think of something else. If you're still up for it, a movie night would be amazing." 

His face lit up with a sweet smile as he kissed the tip of your nose. "You can head up for a quick shower. I already started the heater and laid down some clothes for you. I'm taking care of everything."

As soon as you disappeared in the corridor he started creating the perfect setup. He made sure to bring all your favorite blankets, pillows, and plushies on the couch. When he heard the shower start he was already preparing hot beverages for the both of you, along with a few of your favorite snacks. He proudly looked at the final result, dimming the lights to create the perfect cozy ambiance. Han would have done anything you would have asked of him tonight. Still, as he looked at his work, a proud smile illuminated his features. As outgoing as he was, he always liked when you said you would rather stay in with him than go out. 

Your soft steps on the floor snatched his attention away from his thoughts. Your hair was still wet from your shower, your face bare, and as planned, you wore the matching pajamas he had laid out for you. You were now both rocking an adorable fuzzy set. His heart tightened at the sight of you, looking so relaxed and cozy. 

"Since you said you didn't know what to watch, I made a little selection."

You snuggled up next to him, listening to his suggestions before adding one of your own. "While I was in the shower I was thinking we could watch one of our comfort movies. If you want to, of course."

"Sure, what were you thinking of?" he asked as he handed you the remote and placed his arm around your shoulders to pull your body closer to his. 

You quickly typed in the movie title, and he felt a smile tug at his lips as he read it. "Are you sure you want to watch Howl's Moving Castle again? I made you watch it just last week."

You nodded confidently, "It's the first movie we've ever watched together and it gives me the best comfy vibes. So if you're down for it...?"

He only pressed play in answer, made sure you were snug in your fort of blankets, kissed the side of your head as you settled against him and the familiar soundtrack started playing.

"I wish I could do more to help you with this whole thing. I hope this still lessens your burden, at least a little. I'm sorry I can't do more." He whispered a few seconds into the movie.

You turned back to look at him, his hair falling in soft curls. The worried expression on his face made you want to hug him as tight as you could. Maybe then you would be able to squeeze it out of his body.

"It's perfect. I couldn't ask for a better partner to go through all this. You do not have to apologize. It's all more than enough." you kissed his plump lips tenderly, "You will always be more than enough." You added before focusing on the movie again, not seeing the beautiful smile now visible on the young man’s face.

Hyunjin

He stared at you in disbelief as you dropped to the floor from extenuation and frustration. You had barely closed the door that you laid your head on the wall and closed your eyes. Your handbag hung limply from your hands, and your coast rustled and creased from the awkward position you were in. He knew what this was about as it wasn't the first night you had assumed that position. The first time you did, a few days ago, he had panicked, thinking you had lost consciousness or were sick. Even if it was nothing of the sort, his worry was still called for when silent tears streamed down your face. That's when you first explained what you were going through, that you had made new friends at your workplace only to discover they were associating with you to steal your ideas. Hyunjin remembers your smile and shining eyes when you first came from work telling him you had made new friends. When you discovered they stole your ideas and presented them to your boss first, that dream had cruelly shattered. You had fought back and proven the ideas were yours, but still, the situation at work was horrible as they had decided to make it hell for you as revenge. Hence the exhausted slide down the door every night.

He crouched next to you, a silent support. "I'm sorry, give me two more minutes, and then I promise to get up and get in my pajamas." You sighed heavily.

"Can I ask you a question?" he softly spoke. You looked up before nodding silently. "If the situation has been solved, if you still have your job, and if your boss is happy you spoke up about it. Why do you still feel like this? I'm not trying to judge or anything I promise. I'm only trying to understand." 

You thought about his question, analyzing his features, so soft and open. "It's just so- conflicting? In a way? I mean, I feel angry at them for doing this to me, but I also feel guilty for ratting them out, even if they deserved it. And I'm angry at myself for not seeing through their schemes. It's just a lot of contradictory feelings. Plus, it hurts... I really thought they liked me at first. It hurts to know they never did, it doesn't help all the little voices telling me I'm worth dirt. I don't know, I've just been stuck in this stupid loop for a week now... I'm not sure what to do to get out of it." 

Even if he wasn't touching you, Hyunjin's attentive stare felt just as intimate. You loved that about him, how present he always was. You knew his silence was no indicator of his level of care. He stared a second more before suggesting, "You know what, I don't think you should get changed. I think we should do something different tonight. What would you say to go out?"

"What are you thinking?" you cautiously asked.

"I'm thinking you need a change of scenery. I think we should go out, have a drink, go for a little exploring, or we could even go to the amusement park! I think changing it up could help you get out of this loop you say you feel stuck in."

You stared at him in silence, weighing in the pros and the cons, still a spark lit your gaze. He dropped his chin on his knees and stared at you with his attentive eyes. You knew if you said you didn't want to go he would support you, but you also knew Hyunjin had that innate sense sometimes where he knew exactly what you needed before you even did. 

"What do you say angel?" he finally asked, slowly reaching out to wrap his slender fingers around yours. 

You simply nodded a slow smile spreading on your lips. For the first time this week, you felt the familiar pang of excitement.

You settled on going to the amusement park as it had been the thing that sparked the most interest in you. Your skin prickled as you neared the gate, it felt so refreshing, so new. You were about to head in when you heard a few familiar voices calling your name. 

You turned around to see Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N approaching you, broad smiles on their faces. You weakly waved at them as you looked at your boyfriend, a proud smile already on his face.

"I thought you needed to be reminded just how appreciated and liked you are. I'm truly sorry it turned that way with those assholes, but please do not let it make you doubt your worth. You are surrounded by people who love you and think you are the most amazing human being. Me on top of that list." He leaned in to kiss your temple while he pulled you in for a quick hug and you felt your heart overflow with joy at the gesture he had pulled and the seven excited boys joining you.

You truly were blessed with the most amazing people.

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[lost-girl-2021]

Adopted Spider Headcanons (Metkayina Edition)

I've been reading fics where Spider's adopted by Ronal and Tonowari the past couple days and now I'm obsessed. The problem is that I mostly write angst and I really wanna read hurt/comfort, lol.

I feel like the typical/common way that I see Spider get taken in is basically him doing his little beach bum shit after everything and slowly getting adopted into their family. And I eat it up. Every. Single. Time.

Spider: *Building a campfire, roasting his own food* Ronal/Tonowari/Tsireya or Anoung: *Why is the Sully's adoptive son alone on the beach?* *Oh well, mine now*

I feel like Ronal would definitely be way at first, she's made it no secret that she strongly dislikes Sky People. But, I'd imagine that eventually, she comes to see him not just as a human, but as a child. And a child who is alone and in need of help.

Aounung would probably be the same. I have this idea of him giving Spider a hard time (after all the carnage/damage/dead people have been handled). Like, trying to mess with him as much as possible, just being an asshole. And then, maybe Spider goes under for a long time while Aounung is on the beach weaving or something. And, even though Spider has a mask and can breath underwater as well as he does above it, Aounung somehow forgot that and freaks, thinking the human has drowned.

Aounung tossed his half-repaired net aside, diving into the water. He whipped around, eyes catching on the mess of dirty blond. Pushing further, he grabbed the boy by the armpits, shooting to the surface and pulling the human onto land. He flipped him over, meeting confused eyes as he placed a hand on his chest. He was breathing fine, not even panting from being under for so—

Spider's mask glinted in the sun. Aounung was an idiot.

"Are you . . . okay?" The smaller boy asked hesitantly, making no move to sit up.

"You were under for a long time." He mumbled, pulling away.

Spider's face split into a grin. "Did you— did you think I was— "

"Quiet." He hissed, standing up. "We will never speak of this again."

Spider's laughter followed him as he stormed away.

I feel like with Tsireya, she would've immediately been all over him. Like, this is Spider, Lo'ak's supposed best friend. The human boy who acted just like he was Na'vi. It probably started mostly as curiosity, but I think that after seeing how the Sully's interacted with Spider, she'd be confused about his place, his family. If Spider didn't sleep in the Sully's marui, didn't eat with them— then where did he do those things?

Tsireya glided along the water, Lo'ak a few feet from her. "Why doesn't Spider stay in your marui?"

Lo'ak raised a brow. "Uh . . . I don't know. He lives with the humans, I guess. Always has."

"But . . . the humans left after helping Kiri. They have not returned."

"They . . . they haven't?" He cleared his throat. "I'm sure Dad has it handled. There's probably a new shack or something for him."

Consider Spider's mask running low and there isn't a spare anywhere. As a kid, he never was gone from the shack long enough for his battery to run low and during his time with the recoms, there were always spares in someone's pack when he needed it. Idk how long the masks last, but for my own sake, I'm going to say Spider got a new one the day of the battle and it lasted him about a week. Or maybe, he managed to pillage one as the ship went down so he's on his second and it's like two weeks or so.

I think that when he saw the little red light flashing, a small beep-beep sounding, that he'd probably be like a kid who forgot there was a test. He'd just panic. But, I imagine he'd also be scared to bother the Sully's by telling them, so he'd spend the next hour searching the village (discreetly) to see if there were any pilfered batteries or masks left behind when the humans visited. Let's say he has two hours from when the mask starts flashing to change it out. And where, oh where, does he wind up when he's got a half-hour left?

Spider was not panicking. Because, when a human panicked, they breathed faster and wasted more air. Norm told him that, so it had to be true. But, he'd checked everywhere he could think of and . . . nothing. There was no shack, no Norm or Max to run to before his timer ran out. No humans. Only him. And in a matter of . . . fuck, twenty minutes, he was going to die just like a human.

He sat slumped on the beach, looking out into the water and trying his best not to openly sob. He didn't want to die crying like a little baby. It was not working out well for him. At least, he'd have a good view when he died.

"Child? What is wrong?"

Spider flinched, looking up with wide eyes at the clan leader. He'd only talked to Tonowari once, when Jake had introduced him. Of course, given his spectacular luck, the man would find him when he was on death's doorstep.

With a sniffle, he held up his beeping pack. "It's almost out. Twenty minutes."

The man frowned down, grasping the device carefully. "And that is why you're so upset? Because, you don't wish to go into the village for a new one? Did something happen? Someone make you feel unwelcome?"

"There is no new mask." There was also no home to go back to. "That was my only one."

With a cut-off gasp, he pulled Spider to his feet. He marched the boy through the village and into what he recognized as the healer's marui. The Tsahik was mixing something, but she stood as soon as they entered.

"Tonowari?" She asked, stepping closer. "What happened? Is he hurt?"

"His mask, where's the spare?"

Wordlessly, the woman pulled a mask from one of the many baskets, easily connecting the tubing and turning it on. Like, she'd done it before. Spider had no time to ask why she had such a thing before she was right in front of him.

"Take a deep breath." She ordered, unlatching the straps of his mask before pulling it off. Just as quickly, the new one was secured. Spider hadn't even moved.

I think that even before deciding to adopt Spider, Tonowari and Ronal would probably make sure he had spare masks and check what food he could/couldn't eat. Like, as soon as they realize the Sully's aren't caring for him, they'd probably subconsciously take responsibility for him. Because, he was just a kid, really. And kids were clumsy and careless and needed help, needed parents. Anoung and Tsireya, despite being independent and skilled, still needed their parents sometimes. Let their mother do their hair and insisted on their father de-gutting their catches. And Spider— Spider is fragile. He's skilled and smart and quick on his feet, but he's a human surrounded by Na'vi. Not to mention, one wrong move and he's left with a cracked mask. And what if he eats the wrong food, mistakes one fruit for another and ends up poisoned?

This ended up way longer that I thought it would be, lol. But, I really love these types of fics and if anyone has any recs or wants to hear more, my comment section is open. XD

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[jhoneybees]

Little Nurse in Charge

Finally I'm posting another fic! I've been really missing the experience of writing so I'm getting my fogged up brain to work again lol there might be a few errors and misspelt words😅

Characters: Late60s/70sCG! Elvis X little!reader

Warnings/triggers: Age regression, little lifestyle, sickness

This is honestly my favourite moodboard🥹👇

Elvis had a long, stressful week. His schedule was hectic, being rushed from one place to another and doing a lot of recording and such was really taking a toll on him. You being his beloved partner, you worry about him. Everytime you would suggest for him to get some rest, he’d just brush it off and say he can handle it in which seeing him fall asleep in a millisecond the moment he flops onto the bed after a jam-packed day at the recording studio tells you otherwise.

Once Elvis finally gets some time off, the next morning he wakes up sore all over also having a scratchy throat, clicking his tongue in annoyance when he realises. Detangling himself out of the bedsheets , he pushes on the mattress with his knuckles and makes his way to the bathroom to find something for this “stupid cold” he mutters to himself, he stops in his tracks when he hears you stir in your sleep. Turning his head, Elvis watches your eyes flutter open, blinking blankly at him a few times before your eyebrows start to furrow and a pout forms. He sighs softly, you woke up little. Elvis pinches the bridge of his nose whilst resting a hand on his hip. How is he gonna take care of his sick self while also looking after little you? He already feels like a sack of potatoes that's been knocked about on the back of a farm truck so having to make sure your needs are met is gonna be a tough challenge, he never says no to being a caregiver for you though, he always takes up the challenge.

Elvis walks back over to the bed when you do grabby hands and he weakly chuckles “Mornin’ baby” leaning down to kiss your forehead, you respond wiggling closer to him and wrapping tired limp arms around his lower abdomen. Elvis smiles and strokes a strand of hair away from your face “Did ya get a good sleep?” answering with a small nod “Good sleep, daddy” you say while burying your face in the side of his thigh making him chuckle but he suddenly clears his throat which you didn't take notice of. “Did Daddy have a good sleep?” you ask quietly, Elvis cocks his head to the side and stares at the wall, letting out a hum as he thinks “Not really, Daddy's not feelin' too good this Mornin'” looking back, he sees a worried frown from you “Why?” questioning as you decide to sit up and Elvis smoothing your hair down. “Hm just sore and achy, baby” your concern grows, no matter if you're little or not, you always made sure Elvis is alright which sounds like he isn't, your eyes leave his to stare down at the duvet on the bed, the little crease between your eyebrows prominent as you process the situation.

Suddenly your eyes light up with an idea and you quickly scurry out of bed, pushing Elvis’ chest with your little hands “Lay down Daddy, lay down” you order and Elvis frowns in confusion “um sure.. but- why baby?” Doing what he's told, swinging his legs onto the bed and resting his head on the head board. You try to give him an authorised look but just ended up looking like an angry baby to Elvis, he chuckles slightly before he nods and raises his eyebrows at you “Daddy's sick, I- I'm look after him” explaining your plans to your daddy making him smile nervously “U-um that's real sweet of ya honey but i-i- don't think that's a good idea..” usually when you're little, Elvis would do everything for you since you just make a mess or have accidents that end up you crying or getting injured but you just shake your head “uh uh no daddy, nigh nighs’ “ telling him to just go to sleep and let you do your thing which he hesitantly accepts and gets comfortable under the covers. Elvis watching you run out of the bedroom and hearing your sooties scattering down the stairs, he laughs to himself at your funny behaviour.

After some time you arrive back through the bedroom doors with the first aid box that Elvis keeps in one of the kitchen cabinets for whenever you hurt yourself or get sick, a bit confused how you retrieved it since it's kept in a place out of your reach “H-how did you get that?” Elvis sits up and points a finger, you look at him with a pout and set the box on the bedside table “No Daddy nigh nighs!” completely ignoring his question and you push on his chest to make him lay down, Elvis sighs “Okay okay, I'm going nighs nighs, I'm goin'' closing his eyes and sighs.

As he tries to relax, Elvis begins to hear clinking of medicine bottles and ruffling of plastic packaging so out of curiosity he opens his eyes and cranes his neck “What are you doing honey?” Huffing out a breath you whine “daddy!” Elvis raising his hands in defeat “Okay alright alright, sorry” he rests his head down on the pillow again. A few moments later, a pair of hands caresses his hair away from his forehead and your voice quietly babbling “Daddy go nighs nighs..sleepy sleepy… puppy wittle puppy” Elvis's lips curve at the corners, stifling a laugh by adjusting himself in bed so he wouldn't ruin the moment for you. Your sweet nature of always looking out for people is one of things that made Elvis think he had to have you because how can he not? Of course because he's Elvis Presley but also because why not have someone like you? Someone so sweet and kind, babying him with all your love, all your devotion. What's not to love?

He sighs again as you continue to sing a lullaby that is obviously made up “Sleepy puppy…sleepy, sleepy, sleepy” The more you sing your little song, Elvis falls into a floaty sleep, soon drifting off. Bringing the covers up to his chin, you hum softly as your attention turns to the first aid box, your little hands hovering over the tops of the medicine bottles and paper boxes filled with bandages and other things that your little brain doesn't have a clue what they're used for. Picking up a thermometer, you cautiously move the blanket from Elvis' arm and slide it under his armpit. Taking a quiet step back, your eyes watch Elvis’ sleeping face with adoration and love. You’re just so lucky to have him as your caregiver, your daddy.

After a somewhat comfortable nap, Elvis wakes up. Looking around the room to find you’re not there, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard and lets out a breathy chuckle when he notices a thermometer under his armpit and shaking his head seeing your favourite stuffie being a white bunny laying next to him, thinking you must’ve put it there for him to feel less lonely.

He turns his head at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open to see you holding a tray with a bowl and spoon, pursing your lips with concentration to not spill anything. “What’s that baby?” Elvis chuckles quietly. A relieved breath emits, you place the tray on his lap “I ask Mary to make you soup!” you state proudly. With a calm nod and a loving smile, Elvis’ heart clenches “Aww… Thank you hon, that’s real sweet of ya” giggling like a schoolgirl, you climb onto the bed next to him and pick up the spoon “Hey, I- I can feed myself darlin” Elvis laughs nervously, watching as you hold the spoon near his mouth. You shake your head and whine “No! Open!” with yet another defeated sigh Elvis opens his mouth letting you spoon feed him. Even though Elvis feels nervous and on edge about you taking care of him, he does find it nice to just let you do what you want since you’re a calm little but of course still need to be disciplined now and again.

As you feed Elvis the last spoonful, you gently pat a napkin to the corners of his mouth, earning a chuckle “Always taking good care of Daddy hm?” poking at your sides playfully, you laugh and gently push his hands away. After Elvis moves the tray onto his bedside table, you decide to snuggle up with him under the blankets. Grinning softly as he sees you nuzzling your head against his chest and holding your favourite toy bunny tightly to yours. “Thank you for looking after me, little” he smiles.

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis fans #60s elvis #70s elvis #elvis imagine #i love him #elvis presley x reader #little!reader #cg!elvis #please brain.. work for me..please

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

Sixth Night of Chunnuka

Oh my (let me look at those eyes) by Gorgeousgreymatter - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 41,359, sterek)

A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

A quickie in the janitors closet by pizzz_10 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 842, sterek)

Stiles wanted to go lunch after class, but Derek has other ideas

Happy Birthday Vanessa! by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,653, sterek)

Stiles was just trying to have a little me time in his favourite secret outfit with his favourite toy, why does Derek always have to burst in unannounced and more importantly was his sex life about to get a little more interesting?

Always Yours by Anonymous - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,631, sterek)

Stiles was always meant for Derek 

And Derek was always meant for Stiles

I don't like the way you smell by shamelesssmut - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,280, sterek)

Stiles opened the door and gasped when he saw someone sitting on his bed. He was ready to scream when he recognized that someone. "Derek?! Are you crazy? You scared me." He grumbled as he took a deep breath.

Moment of Clarity by Marishna - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,704, sterek)

"Is this for sure what you've been smelling in the preserve and can you track it?" Deaton asked, offering him a small bowl. Stiles felt like stepping out and slapping it from Derek's hands but Derek brought it to his face and sniffed deeper than at the Jeep before anyone could suggest that this might be a supremely bad idea.

Not that any of their ideas as a collective pack were winners, but this was actively bad.

Broken Car, Lemon Bar by inhystereks - (Rating: Mature, Words: 27,884, sterek)

Stiles got out of his car so whoever was coming wouldn't think he was just being an asshole and stopped in the middle of the road on purpose. He almost laughed when he caught sight of the approaching car. A black Camaro. Which meant Derek Hale was the one slowing down to pull up behind him. The town mechanic and also the scariest fucker around.

Oh, sweet irony. 

He was exactly the person Stiles desperately needed and was also terrified of.

Perfect.

The hurry's gonna bring you to your knees. by Alysaria_Jones - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,640, sterek)

Stiles is experiencing an odd side effect of the witches curse. Strangely enough, he finds that Derek is the only one who can dull the ache between his thighs.

The Greatest Grief by thedevilyousay - (Rating: T, Words: 3,024, sterek)

When Derek wakes up to the familiar touch of his husband, he has one moment of pure, unspoiled happiness before he remembers that Stiles died almost a year ago to the day. The ghost in his bed is just that: a ghost. Except for the one time it isn't.

Slipping Through My Fingers by DefNotForWork - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,794, sterek)

Derek was once again struck with that weird craving he sometimes got. That itch in the center of his palm, the flex in his fingers, a coldness in his shoulder. He really wanted to hold Stiles’ hand. He needed it.

In which Derek doesn't know how to ask for what he wants and Stiles is oblivious until feelings get hurt. Then happiness. That's it. That's the fic.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.64)

(Sneek Peek)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: “Take your time, it’s not like I’m dying over here or anything.” “Shut up Jimin you are not going to die.”

Tags: Angst, Blood, Gore, Maiming, violent acts described perpetrated by loved ones, near death experiences, near death experiences, No one dies, Jimin does not die, Hurt with just a little comfort.

W/c: 7.0k

A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter will be a little shorter than usual after such a long weight but i literally could not finish the second half of it in time. i've been going through a rough patch™ which is why recently the updates have been 3 weeks apart instead of just 2 like usual. idk when that will change, this might just be the new reality for me 😭 when i tell you the end of this chapter has a fucking twist to it that i love, you're not prepared!

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

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Chapter 64 Sneak Peak: Pawn and King

The fog covers everything like a balmy damp shadow, the snow going straight to sublimation. Pockets of old streetlamp lights punctuate the darkness. But through it there are husks of metal rising like soldiers. The sky orange behind them from the distant lights of the city,

Jin’s car is there. Hobi spots it. Its blue paint stands out through the overlap of grey brush as his headlights roll over it. And then further in the darkness maybe 50 feet away, Jimin's car. Shiny and black like the husk of an insect.

You're about a mile away from where they must be doing demolition. A singular crane and floodlights shine, casting everything, the river, and this building into a grey-slanted light.

You pull around in the yard in front of the largest and most intact building. You leave the keys in it. Tumbling out the second it glides to a stop.

“Stay here.” You say, but Hobi gets out anyway. He hasn’t noticed the gun tucked into your waistband until now. It makes his pulse tick higher when you take it out. He stares at it.

"Hobi," he looks up at your face, and you flick the safety off. "Sink or swim?"

His hand finds yours. "Swim."

You shake your head like you're angry with yourself, not him. squeezing it once then letting it go. You don’t waste another second arguing. "Stay behind me."

You head off following the disturbed dust, Hobi trailing behind. Ducking from pocket of light to pocket of light.

He always wondered what happened to the gun you’d pointed at him that night you’d run away. That train ticket that still burns a hole in his pocket, a distraction maybe. He's spent the last few months fixating on it- and you of course too. Too fixated to notice the small things that he sees plainly right now. There are facts here that Hobi has not noticed.

The way you hold the gun is not practiced; and why should it be the only one who knows how to handle guns in the pack is Jimin? But the way you walk; completely silent as you transfer your weight from one foot to the other, is heartbreakingly familiar. Hobi knows how and why you've learned to move quietly.

It's almost a dance; the way you glide across the floor. The gun is an extension of your arms, like a dancer's ballet fingers. Spreading and flaying like a wing. Pinky to trigger and index finger along the barrel.

Hobi had always assumed that it belonged to Jimin. Hobi had almost forgotten about it. It was almost 6 months ago now, wasn’t it? there are some things that you never forget, and trauma makes his bones quiet. He's not as good at walking silently as you are- but if the crunch of his red Converse against the gravel bothers you, you do not have a tell.

Hobi feels like he should have asked more questions about it at the time, but now he just bites his lip and stays quiet. You'd promised. You'll tell him in time. Hobi trusts you.

That's the worst thing, isn't it? That Hobi trusts you. You've known he shouldn't since you picked up Jin's call.

Jimin is easy to find if only because he’s sitting in one of those puddles of light, leaning up against one of the containers on the ground floor. Alone. You let out a quiet whimper when you see him. You and Hobi pause in the doorway and Your hand on the gun goes slack

“Minnie!” you forget the gun and run to him, tucking it back into your waistband and falling to your knees at his side. Fingers finding water-dark fabric. Not water- blood.

Hobi stays there, his pulse thudding through his ears, an odd sort of peace to him as he takes in the details. The blood that pools dark on the dusty floor, bubbling. Jimin’s half covered with dust himself. Something wooden and red in his lap. The little bit of blood that’s dripped down his shoulder gathering there. There is a dragged-through patch of dirt a few feet away, more blood, a puddle of it. Jin is nowhere to be found.

Minnie’s eyelashes flutter. “Alpha-” you say. Almost sobbing in relief that he's alive. Alive you can handle. Alive you can work with. You bend down, getting your hand on his cheek.

“Hey pup” he murmurs, he laughs a little, half delirious with pain. He flinches like making the sound hurts him. “You came to the party" he coughs, "did you bring Tae?”

You pull back to look at him. “Tae?”

Jimin grins, eyes fluttering closed, pretty face tipped up against the light. His lips have blood on him- and it looks like a disturbing imitation of Tae’s lipstick. The shadows she leaves on your mouth, on his.

“Yeah- wanna tell her I love her. Wanna tell her that I’m sorry. Could you-" jimin's coughs overtake him, and fresh blood drips down the tips of his fingers, finding home in the soil below.

"Could you tell her for me?”

Coming Saturday December 9th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below)

#bts x reader #bts mafia au #bts a/b/o #bts fluff #bts poly au #bts polyamory au #bts omegaverse au #bts gang au #bts au #bts #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #bts smut #bts hurt/comfort #bts d/s #bts omegaverse #kim taehyung smut #taehyung x y/n #park jimin x reader #bts assassin au #bts angst #bts imagines #bts fic

[renjunniex]

Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Party Guessed

Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Restraint | Raving |

Prompt: Scott is hurt, Jackson isn't easy to stop, Lydia's birthday is coming up. And to top it all off, the full moon is tonight.

a/n: I read through this once and edited it so I hope I got all the mistakes

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It took a while but Isaac had finally calmed you down, Erica had left and even though Stiles wanted to stay because he was worried about you, Isaac had convinced him that he would take care of you.

"Are you sure?"

By now you had yourself tucked into Isaac as Stiles talked to you. You nodded wiping your tears away, "Yeah, Stiles, I'm fine. You should go home and rest. I need to find Scott and then I will too." He hesitated again before slowly nodding, you didn't see it but Isaac and Stiles had shared a knowing glance like some kind of exchange that just said 'make sure she's safe'.

Stiles had finally left and it was just you two. You guys sat in silence and he just caressed your hair. Even though no words were being exchanged between you, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable. Even with all the dried tears on your face and the sniffles, it felt right to be there with him.

"How you doing, baby?"

You were startled by the nickname, you had heard him call you that while you were whaling but you hadn't thought he would keep calling you that. "What happened to 'your favorite girl'?" Your voice was so hoarse and it hurt to talk but you couldn't help but joke.

He chuckled at your question, "You can still be my favorite girl and be called baby."

You giggled, "I know, just teasing."

He smiled softly at you, you were still in his arms curled together on the floor. His hand was on your cheek, his thumb brushing your cheekbone, "Nice to see you back to yourself, if you're ready we can walk to the station, Derek will probably take Scott there after." You tilted your head up, nodding lightly, "Yeah, I'm ready."

Sure enough when Isaac and you reached the Hale pack hide out both Derek and Scott were there.

"Scott! Are you okay?" You crashed into the boy's back, who let out a gasp from the impact. He turned around and his eyes widened, "Have you been crying, what's wrong?"

"She was worried about you," Isaac had caught up with you, standing behind you two. "But I'm okay now, you're okay so everything is good," you hugged the boy once more. When you pulled away, you noticed Derek staring off into space, "You guys were having a serious moment, weren't you?" Scott tilted his as if he wanted to say no but in reality it was a yes.

"We can't save Jackson." Your head snapped to Isaac and then back to Scott, "I'm sorry what?"

"We can't seem to kill him either," Derek mumbled. "I've seen a lot of things Scott. I've never seen anything like this. Every full moon is just gonna make him stronger."

"Then how do we stop him?"

The Alpha shrugged, "I don't know."

"Maybe you should just let the Argents handle it then," you chimed in sitting on a chair.

"I'm the one who turned him, it's my fault."

"Yeah but you didn't turn him into this," Scott argued, "This happened because of something in his past, right?"

"That's a legend in a book. It's not that simple." You crossed your arms in annoyance, "What do you mean?"

"What are you not telling us," Scott asked at the same time as you.

"Why do you think I'm always keeping something from you?"

"Because you always ARE keeping something from us!" The both of your voices had resonated, it had even startled Isaac. "Well, maybe I do it to protect you."

"Doesn't being part of your pack mean no more secrets," Scott asked quietly.

"Go home, Scott. Take (Y/N) too. Sleep. Heal. Make sure your friends are safe. Cause the full moon is coming and with the way things are going, I got a feeling it's gonna be a rough one."

~

It was officially spring break and that meant Lydia's birthday was almost here. Much to your surprise, there was a box on your porch from the red haired girl. She had sent you a dress to wear to her party tonight. You thought it was sweet considering you two weren't really friends. You were planning on going to her party so the gesture made some sense, unfortunately, you would have to leave early due to the full moon.

Derek had asked you to find something for the Betas to get through their first full moon, he had mentioned a spell and while you couldn't find anything like that you were able to find a type of potion to deprive them of their senses and calm their minds.

This morning you had decided you should probably pay the newly formed pack a visit, especially since you needed to let Derek know what you found and your plan. Which is why as soon as you got up and got dress you were on your way to the abandoned station.

You walked down just in time to here the pack talking once more, you did always seem to do that. "It's a spiral. Reminds us that we can all rise to one or fall to another. Betas can become Alphas, but Alphas can also fall to Betas or even Omegas," Derek explained.

"Like Scott?" Isaac stood looking at Derek.

"Scott's with us."

"Really? Then where is he now?" Derek looked at the Beta, "He's looking for Jackson. Don't worry, he's not gonna have it easy tonight either. None of us will. There's a price you pay for this kind of power." Derek picked up the chains, which you had recognized to be the same ones you had seen before, "You get the ability to heal. But tonight you're gonna want to kill anything you can find."

You had walked further into the room as Erica joked, "Good thing I had my period last week, then?"

You saw Derek pull out another chain, this one had a large circle and spikes on it, "Well this one's for you." You cleared your throat to let your presence be known and the whole pack turned towards you. Derek had nodded at you, like a peace offering on some kind, "Did you find it?"

You pointed at him, "The spell, no. But I did find this potion type thing that's able to deprive someone of their senses for purposes like this.

Derek looked relieved, "Thank you, do you have it?" You shook your head, "No, it takes a little bit of time to prepare and I just found it the other day. Deaton is helping me though to make sure it's perfect, should be ready tonight."

"Okay, thank you, bring Scott tonight, I might need some help." You hissed slightly, "Oh, yeah that might be a problem."

"What do you mean?"

You sat on a crate nearby as you began to explain, "Well you see, Lydia's birthday is tonight and Allison and Stiles are making us go. So Scott's gonna probably be busy with that and the whole finding Jackson thing." Derek had given you a deadpanned look, unimpressed by your answer. You raised your hands in defense, "Hey, don't look at me like that, they're making me. Lydia's even pressuring me," you leaned forward like you were gossiping to a group of best friends, "She sent me a dress and it was on my front porch this morning. I mean now I have to go, right?"

You scanned the room and almost everybody in the room was amused by your words, except for of course Derek. You sighed, "Don't worry, I'll be here to drop off the potion stuff tonight, I'm not gonna stay there for very long." Derek finally excepting defeat and just nodded walking away.

Erica and Boyd starting to converse from across the room and Isaac made his way to you slowly. You stood quickly, trying to play it off as best as you could. He made you nervous, especially now that you could let your guard down around him.

"You're going to a party?" You nodded slowly, confused since you had just finished talking about it, but when you looked up into his eyes, you saw it.

Jealousy.

"And Stiles and Scott are going too, right?" You nodded once more this time slightly more amused. "Yes, they are even if they weren't going you don't need to worry, I'm not gonna go around dancing with guys." His eyes widened as he realized he had been caught. You grabbed his hands softly pulling him a little closer and whispered, "When you get this whole full moon thing down, there will be nothing stopping you from being my plus one to every party."

Your words had gotten him flustered, you could see it in his eyes and in the way his cheeks glowed a little redder. It was like the old days, with the soft shy Isaac you knew before, "Walk me out?" He nodded his eyes just focused on you like a trance.

~

You had gotten ready for Lydia's party, of course wearing the dress she had given you, and you were at the clinic before you met up with Scott and Stiles.

"So, you added a little bit of rosemary to the water and then what," you asked watching as Deaton crushed the rosemary and threw it in the bowl. "Evening primrose, it's native to America and the oil extracted has been know to be quite anti-inflammatory. When combine with a Nymph's magical energy it was discovered to be able to affect supernatural species however they choose depending on the concoction," he laid whole petals into the water.

He turned and opening a cabinet, pulling out a Bunsen burner and rigging the small bowl above it. He looked at you and pointed to the bowl, "Rosemary is known to heighten concentration and memory, it will allow them to remember their human side more. Normally you would want to let the flowers ferment in the water for a week to allow the water to naturally be flavored."

You looked at him as he turned on the flame, then water instantly starting to steam, "But since we don't have time for that, heating the water will just have to do, it won't be as effective but with Derek and you there I'm sure it'll do the job." He gave you a smile before sliding your book over to you.

"You mean with Derek there, I'm still useless in a fight," you muttered, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you saw Deaton open the book. "Not anymore, I'm going to help you learn a basic offensive spell that uses a similar technique to your barriers. Since you've become more familiar with that and your natural talent, it should pretty easy for you to catch on." Your hand gripped the table, finally, you wouldn't be useless. You could actually hold your own, protect your friends.

"Okay, what do I do?"

He guided you away from the table and into the open space, he stood next to you. "For the most basic offensive technique you keep your hands here," he showed you, his elbows bent and his palms facing out, "You then will push out like your pushing someone away from you."

You copied the movement that you were very well acquainted with, considering you were constantly pushing Stiles around. "This doesn't seem that hard," you commented.

"The movement no, the build-up and timing will be."

You gave the man a confused glance, "What do you mean?"

"You essentially have to build up, in simple terms, your magic power to use this. What you're doing is using the amount of power you allow to either push an opponent back or even strike them. If you don't put enough magic pressure into, you could very well die to an enemy."

Your lips pursed, "Ah, there's the catch, it's never gonna be easy is it?" He chuckled, "No, unfortunately for you, your powers are all about balance. It's all tedious strategy and technique. Now try for real, let your power run through your veins and into your palms," he gestured into the open area.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to feel every ounce of the power you spent so long keeping down. It felt like a weight had been lifted and you felts tingles in your hands. You took the stance and pushed with as much force... nothing.

You tried again.

Nothing.

"Why can't I get it," you groaned.

"Relax, you have time. When you build a barrier what do you do?" You huffed at his question, crossing your arms, "Well, I imagine the energy flowing around whatever it is, that seems to work best." He nodded and pointing, "You see, just as I had said to Stiles, the imagination is a wonderous thing, do that and try again."

Shaking your limbs out to loosen up, you took another breath. A few nervous hops later and you brought yourself into the stance once more. You went through the motions, this time even with your eyes opened, you imagine the same iridescent glow you're used to. You pushed it out and this time...

You felt a blast whish passed you, blowing your hair. Everything on the shelves rumbled and shook, clattering around. "Yes! I did it!"

"And just in time too, the water is ready. All we need is just a spark of your power and it'll be good to go." He had bottled the waters into small vials and raised them up to you. Maybe it was the happiness of everything but without even thinking you raised your hand and instantly the vials shined your usual iridescence. When you realized what you did, your eyes widened, "It seems you're becoming more comfortable with who you are," Deaton smiled, "Now, I believe you have a party to go to."

~

"Hey! Allison! Wait up!"

The dark haired girl turned around to see you running, well trying to at least, to her. You were in heels and while you didn't have problems with walking, anything faster was immediately not as easy. "Damn it! Why did she send me a dress," you complained adjusting the fabric, "Normally I wouldn't say anything but tonight is not the night for me to be wearing something even slightly inconvenient."

She laughed at you giving you her arm, which you gratefully took, "You're still helping Derek tonight?" You nodded patting your little purse which held the vials, "Yep, sadly Derek created a problem that he needs others to help fix." Allison nodded along, "Yeah it feels like this whole semester has been about Derek and his pack."

You scoffed, "Tell me about it. We also never get to hang out anymore either so it makes it that much more impossible to not focus on the Derek problem." Allison smiled at you, you two really hadn't been that close recently. When she first came to Beacon Hills, you had easily befriended her (mainly for Scott you will admit) and even though she had hung out with Lydia and Jackson, it never deterred you from the girl. She was truly your closest girl friend if you were being frank.

"Well I'm glad you're here, I've missed being able to hang out," she said tugging you further up the driveway. You reached Lydia's front door where she had greeted you both with a smile, a smile that made you slightly uneasy. You chalked it up to the fact that you just weren't close with the girl and went back to scanning the room for Jackson, and your best friends.

"I'm gonna do a walk of the house, see if he's wandering about," Allison said pointed in the distance. She started walking off when you nodded, "I'm gonna look for the boys, be careful."

"You too."

She was now gone and you once more let your eyes wander the backyard, this time you had actually seen the two boys you were looking for. They had just made they're way outside when you reached them, "Hey."

They acknowledged you, "Have you seen Allison?" You nodded at Scott, "Yeah, we came in together." Scott went to ask you another question but he was quickly shut down by the clicking of heels, you turned to see Allison walking back up to you, "Uh, Jackson's not here."

"Yeah, no one's here," Stiles observed the backyard and he was right, it was eerily quiet. "Maybe it's just early," Scott suggested.

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack job," Stiles expressed. You kissed your teeth and gestured to the boy in agreement, your eyebrows raised. "Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks," Allison said.

"She's completely ignored Stiles for the past ten years," Scott argued and shrugged. Stiles tried to defend himself, "I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Scott made an unconvinced look, "We don't owe her a party."

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" The question shocked Scott, "Normal?"

"She wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us," Allison countered. You held up your hand, "Now hold on. First, just want to clarify, not against throwing her a party, it's her birthday. But it's not our fault she's gone coocoo for Coco Puffs, alright? That was all on Peter. Peter is the reason any of us are even in this mess to begin with, so she can blame him like the rest of us."

There was a silence after you made your point and you broke it once more, "Now that I've made my point let's throw her a good party," you said offering Allison your support.

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here," Scott had relented. Stiles nodded as well, "Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like really going." He dug into his pocket for his phone and Allison tilted her head, "Who?"

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

You chuckled catching on to who he was referring to, "Well then I'm sure this party is going to be in good hands. Chop, chop, people, let's go."

Soon enough Stiles' and Scott's called guests had made it and now the party was much more lively, you were pretty sure you could slip out now without Lydia noticing. You were standing with Stiles and Scott, watching as Allison stood across the pool with Lydia.

"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what," Stiles asked. Scott's head snapped up to look at the boy, "Why should I apologize?"

"Because you're the guy. It's what we do," Stiles pointed out. You snorted at his answer and it caught both your best friend's attentions, "More like, you've made her feel ignored for the past couple of weeks."

"But I didn't do anything," Scott said cluelessly, you shook your head with a slight roll of your eyes as Stiles continues, "Well then you should definitely apologize. See, anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong it means he's definitely done something wrong." You nodded this time, "Now, that, is true."

Scott grumbled, "I'm not apologizing." You nudged the boy slightly, "Is that the full moon talking, buddy." Scott looked at you and agreed, "Probably."

"Why do you guys care, anyway."

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here," Stiles emphasized, "I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. This one is in love with a nut job," he gestured, "And so am I. If on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

"Hey, I'm not in love with Isaac," you exclaimed. Stiles scoffed, "Yeah, okay sure, I never said Isaac, Mrs. Denial." You went to argue again but was cut off by Scott standing, "You know what, you won't need to stab yourself in the face because I'm gonna do it for y-."

"Don't stab yourself in the face."

Both you and Stiles paused, looking at the Omega, "Why not?" Scott didn't look at Stiles, "Because Jackson's here." You three looked across the pool and there he was just staring at you guys. You blew out a stream of stressed air, "Alright, that's my cue to leave. You guys got this?" Both nodded wordlessly, keeping their eyes on Jackson.

~

Leaving the party was pretty easy actually, you got out like the Flash and now you had to deal with your anxiety of being in abandoned train car with three crazed out Betas. You had rushed into the car to see Erica and Boyd chained up in the back huffing from rage and Isaac and Derek in the front.

"Okay, so I see I might have been a little late," you said awkwardly.

Derek gave a pointed look, "Yeah, no kidding." Isaac however looked much more relaxed than before, still you could see he was definitely struggling. That's when you heard the two Betas in the back to cry and scream. The noise made you wince as you crouched down next to Derek and in front of Isaac.

"How do you not feel this," Isaac gritted his teeth.

"I feel every second of it," Derek had basically snarled. That didn't stop Isaac from shooting back, "Then how do you control it?"

"Find an anchor. Something meaningful. Bind yourself to it to keep the human side in control," Derek instructed tightening the chains, he jutted his chin out to other set on Isaac's other side and you got the message. You took the other chain and began to tighten it as best as you could.

"What is it for you?"

Derek took a pause before answering the Beta, "Anger. But it doesn't have to be that for everybody."

"You mean Scott?" You nodded slowly and whispered gently, "Scott's is Allison, even just the thought of her is able to calm him down." Derek indicated that you were right, "Alright, that should do it," he declared.

You opened your little shoulder clutch and grabbed the three vials, "Here, if you can get these two to take it now, it should help calm them down." You handed him two bottle and he nodded starting to get up but then he was interrupted by a loud break. Isaac had broken the seat holding his chain, he gave you both a knowing look.

"Go, get out of here," Derek urged you and before you panicked even more you opened the third vial you still had, "Take care of those two, I'll be okay." He didn't even respond as he was already moving to the back. You looked at Isaac who had sweat dripping from his forehead, "You need to go, it's not safe." You shook your head sitting on the chair, "Do you trust me?"

Isaac didn't even hesitate before agreeing, "Okay then I need you to drink this, okay?" He nodded and tilted his head back slightly and you poured it into his mouth, resting your hand in his hair to support his head.

"It might take a moment but it should kick in soon," you didn't get to see his reply because Derek had rushed towards you, grabbing your forearm and dragging you out of the train car. You could hear all their screams as Derek left a voicemail for Scott, "Hey Scott, could you call me back, I think I'm gonna need some help." Cue the violent and guttural growls and screams from Derek's pack.

"I thought you said it would help them?"

"It will but it's gonna take some time for it to kick in, it wasn't that strong since I couldn't properly prepare it."

Derek nodded, "Definitely gonna need some help." He unleashed his claws and walked inside the car. You followed closely and quietly behind, Derek had side stepped to stay out of Isaac's slash. You stayed in front, out of the away but also because your body ran cold, the sight of a blood thirsty Isaac terrified you.

Erica and Boyd had broken free and started advancing towards Derek. You had gotten distracted and hadn't even realized that Isaac also broke free until you heard the crunch of metal and the smash of glass. You lifted your hands up protecting your face from the flying shards, "Isaac!" He had already jumped out and you couldn't afford to take care of him yourself, not when Boyd and Erica were currently slashing at Derek, who was on the ground.

You had a clear shot to hit at least Boyd, maybe if you could get him off Derek, the Alpha would be able to fight off Erica himself. You focused your energy trying to make sure your blast was gonna be power and then when you were ready you pushed it out, watching as the glowing blast knocked Boyd off and made him forget about Derek. Only then did you realize that meant Boyd was now on you.

Derek had done exactly like you had thought and started to fight off Erica. You on the other hand were currently using small blasts to at least keep Boyd back. "Boyd, listen to me, I don't want to hurt you. Please, just calm down!" The Beta didn't listen, he snarled before raising his hand high to bring it down for a big slash. When he made a dash for you, you were prepared to feel something since you had no time to push him back.

But you never did.

Instead you heard another crash and felt someone shove passed you, you opened your eyes to see none other than Isaac holding Boyd down against the seat. He acknowledged Derek with a nod, letting him know he was in control. Things calm down once Derek had also knocked Boyd out and locked him and Erica back against the pole.

Isaac calmly sat in his old seat just staring forward, his eyes glowing. You sat next to the boy while Derek began to rechain him. "I think you'll be okay now," Derek started, "Looks like you found an anchor." You noticed in the corner of your eyes him direct his gaze at you but you paid no mind to it, only keeping your focus on the boy in chains.

"My father."

Your eyes widened. You didn't know what you were expecting as his answer but it certainly wasn't that. You saw the same confusion on Derek's face, "You father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you." He had said it as a statement but it sounded more like a question.

"He didn't use to."

Isaac set his hand down in his lap and Derek jangled the chains to confirm its security. "Go, take care of them, I got this," you said softly to the dark haired werewolf. He silently looked at you before walking away. You hesitated for just a moment and then you lightly rest your hand on top of Isaac's. "I'm glad you found an anchor, although I wasn't expecting it to be your dad." His head slowly rotating to you, "It's not."

You eyebrows scrunched and you tilted your head, "But you just said-."

"I lied."

Nodding slowly, you adjusted your position, sitting more comfortably, "Okay... then what's your anchor?"

"You."

"Me," you whispered, "but how-." He cut you off once more, "When I ran out, I heard your heartbeat pick up. You sounded so scared and I came back to myself instantly. I had to come back, to protect you, to make sure you were safe. Nothing else mattered." Your whole body dropped out of awe, you're sure you looked lovestruck by now. How do you not after hearing that?

"If it weren't for the audience back there and outside, I would totally kiss you right now."

The boy chuckled lightly, "Guess I have to wait until morning then."

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[brabblesblog]

Ch 12: If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort?

This series is about Ban, my Tav, and the Vampire Ascendant. Will be angst and smut, with sprinkles of fluff.

This fic is a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. Can Ban handle the change, and if a chance came, would she choose to run? And can the Ascendant win her back in time? Inspired by the concept of vampire wives and that IGN interview with Larian that discussed the ascension.

Professionally edited by @editing-by-night

Astarion and Ban's happiness isn't as long lived as they had hoped.

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BONUS: I've been listening to this song for this fic. Enjoy!

Astarion awakened at dawn’s first light, and first expected his hand to fall upon thin air. Instead he grasped Ban’s side and she shifted, unwillingly stirring at his touch.

“It’s too early,” she grumbled, trying to swat his hand off. Instead he pulled her tight against him, and for a few minutes they struggled with each other playfully, ending with the Ascendant pinned beneath his beloved.

“What was the point of all these powers,” he lamented, “If you can just hold me down like this?”

“Let’s see,” she mused, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses from his temple to his jaw. “Walking in the sun, turning into a bat, or mist… summoning ghoulish minions… what’s not to like?”

“Touché.” He took a moment to try to flip her; she merely raised an eyebrow and tightened her hips around his midsection, holding him down more securely.

He growled, without heat, and gave up. Laughing at his predicament, Ban pinned him down a little longer to pepper more kisses along his throat, and then climbed off.

“I need to go to the Elfsong to get my things,” she said, rising from the bed and tugging a pair of trousers on.

Astarion watched from the bed, utterly unperturbed. “Of course, love. Shall I meet you for lunch somewhere?”

He’d been dining with her of late to allow her to enjoy the taste of human food.

“Sure.” She pulled her shirt over her head. “Blushing Mermaid?”

He snorted derisively at her choice of location, but nodded. “I’ll see you there.”

He watched as she left on foot; she hadn’t been taking the carriage recently. He’d wondered about it, had considered asking her why, but even he could feel that there was still much left unsaid when it came to Ban - and with how tentative their relationship felt, he didn't dare push.

Astarion tilted his cup, sipping his morning tea on the balcony as Ban’s figure receded in the distance. There was still a slight worry whenever she left, a niggling feeling he resented himself for harboring. As she disappeared from sight he turned to head inside, ready for today’s tasks.

Ban entered her room in the Elfsong, stopping dead in her tracks the moment she got a look inside. There was something… off about the way everything looked. She looked down at the book she was reading. It was sitting just where she’d left it, but upon closer inspection she noticed that it was opened to the wrong page.

The wind could have blown it to another page, she rationalized to herself, but when she looked up to check, the windows were closed. They had been ever since she’d started renting this room. She frowned, then took another cursory glance.

I didn’t leave my pack open, did I? She approached and opened it, then turned it over, spilling its contents out onto the bed. Ban took inventory; there was a dawning sense of unease as she concluded that seemingly nothing had been taken.

Someone had been in her room, had rummaged through her things, but had taken nothing. She immediately looked for her greatsword, and to her relief it was right where she’d left it, leaning against the wall.

A sigh of relief escaped her. A precious relic in and of itself, she valued that sword all the more for the memories it had borne witness to, for all the times it had saved their lives. Odd, that it hadn’t been taken.

She crossed the room in two strides and picked up the heavy blade. It seemed fine; she checked the grip and crossguard for any untoward substances that could indicate sabotage or poison. Nothing, yet again.

Curious.

There were always threats, of course. Being the hero of Baldur’s Gate brought accolades and honors, but it also ensured that everyone knew who you were, or at least had a passing idea of your deeds. Few however know her face, or that she was now undead, or that she had been living in the Elfsong for some time.

Few, but not none. She felt all the more glad she was leaving.

Ban gathered her possessions, trying to get everything to fit into her pack. It was a struggle, with all the clothes and random trinkets she had been bringing back from her visits to the palace requiring more space than she had been expecting.

“Fucking hells,” she groaned to herself, slinging the bulging pack over one shoulder and her sheathed greatsword over the other. She regretted not asking for the carriage, but there was no point thinking about that now.

Not taking the carriage had been a deliberate choice. She had felt rather trapped by it, by the idea of one of Astarion’s servants sitting there, waiting for her to run whatever errands she had that day. It made her feel like he was still keeping her on a leash - a leash with more slack, granted, but a leash nevertheless.

Still, Ban found herself grateful for the fact that he never argued against it. He had even stopped offering the carriage’s services, and although she could see the burning question in his eyes, Astarion had so far kept his mouth shut.

She knew his eyes always followed her as she walked out of the palace each day, that he stood at the balcony with his cup of tea, watching her as she departed. It gratified her, knowing just how much she occupied his thoughts, but there was also a sense of foreboding, the knowledge of just how easily such affection from the Ascendant could morph into possessiveness.

Ban slowly made her way out of the room after one final visual sweep, taking the stairs down and dreading the trudge to the Blushing Mermaid.

Ban loved him; she knew that without a doubt. She’d been smitten the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and loved him the moment he’d asked her to join him in the clearing. The moment he’d walked out from behind the tree and she had backed him against it, his body an easy, comfortable weight in her arms, she had been his - to manipulate, to seduce. To come to love, eventually.

With loving Astarion came understanding and forgiveness for everything he had inflicted on her. However, even she couldn’t deny the wounds would take time to heal - and that doing so would require her to actually communicate with the Ascendant about her feelings. A daunting prospect, but something she knew had to be done if they were to last.

Ban was distracted on her path by a beggar reaching into her pack and nicking the first thing his hands could reach, a pouch of coin. She turned and tried to give chase, swift despite the overfilled pack and greatsword on her back. The man turned a corner and she followed, intending to grab his wrist and demand her coin back. A silly thing to be doing, considering the wealth Astarion and she now enjoyed, but in the moment indignation won out.

She rounded the corner into a dim, covered alley, belatedly realizing she and the thief weren’t alone.

Immediately she tried to reach for her blade. She was, however, out of practice, and her reflexes had become far too slow.

Hands grabbed her - cold, strong fingers digging into her arms and shoulders. She tried to shove them off, but with a dawning sense of horror she realized that the hands holding her were just as cold as she. Vampires, she thought, but the knowledge wasn't much help at all. Not when there were six of them here, in a dark alley that only led to darker alleys. The only escape would be to try to fight them off and run to the sunlight, but the fact that they were all clothed in heavy, hooded cloaks made it unlikely to be successful.

She had been a little wary of Vel Stedez and his coven, and thus had kept her guard up at nights, staying mostly within the areas near the Elfsong. But the daytime attack took her completely by surprise.

They had obviously been to her room, or had at least hired someone to snoop for them. They had probably been watching her for days. Somewhere in the back of Ban’s agitated mind, she wondered why they’d taken her today, but then it occurred to her - they had seen her come out with her bags. They couldn’t reach her if she moved back into the palace. Realizing that their window of opportunity was closing, they had struck.

She froze as she felt something pressed against her chest, between her breasts. She looked down and saw the beggar aiming a stake at her heart.

“If you don’t want to have an unpleasant time, bride,” one of the vampires muttered, “Come quietly.”

Ban struggled. The stake pressed harder, drawing a tiny bit of blood. Growling, she dug her heels in, preparing for a fight-

She heard one of her captors utter an incantation and the others’ grips on her tightened. Belatedly, she realized which spell was being cast. Eyebite. Shit. The effect was instantaneous - she gasped, thrashing in her captors’ grasp, terror flooding her system.

In her blind panic, she failed to reach out to Astarion’s mind. Her mind focused entirely on her surroundings and the vampires holding her in place and the stake burning into her flesh, mere inches away from ending her. The panic was all-consuming, unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

There had been little cause to consider that she might ever be in any real danger, especially these past few weeks, with her and Astarion reveling in each other’s company and their renewed affection for one another. They had been too swept up in their relationship and hadn’t really considered taking the time to maintain their defensive skills. They had forever, after all.

This, Ban realized, may cost her her unlife.

Do I try to fight them off? Or do I let them take me?

The fighter in her rejected the idea of surrendering, pushing her terror to the side in her fury. She growled and bared her fangs, tensing her whole body.

“He’s not coming for me, you know. We aren’t together anymore.”

Buy it. Please. Fucking buy it!

The same vampire, probably the leader of this little group, laughed.

“Sure, princess. Sure.”

The stake dug in harder, pressing deeper.

Ban’s panic rushed back to the forefront and she froze once more.

One of her captors grabbed her pack and the sword from her back, handing them to one of the other vampires with a smirk.

“You won’t need that where we’re going,” he sneered.

They began marching her, the beggar still making sure the stake was never lifted from her chest.

They approached a carriage, black and otherwise unadorned. She braced herself, thinking this might be her final chance to break free, twisting against the grip they had on her. The panic had yet to subside, but she knew that it would be harder to escape once inside the carriage. She managed to shove off one of the two, but before she could do more, they hit her with the spell again. Sleep, this time.

Ban crumpled, and was unceremoniously shoved inside.

Astarion sat in the carriage as it made its way through the city, rearranging his waistcoat absently. Like Ban, he had been contemplating their relationship in light of last night’s events.

He had known she’d bought into his lies. She had been the easiest - tavern drunks aside - mark he’d ever had, melting into his hands like putty at the simplest of touches, at coquetry so obvious that any fool would have seen through it. She had even offered him her blood nightly, an act so hilariously saccharine and yet so idiotic that he had no words for it. In the mornings he’d replenished her with the amulet they’d found at the grove, all the while thinking just how well his plan had worked.

He had thought her simple. Just another person smitten with his beauty, enthralled by it. It had been nothing new. She was attractive enough, certainly, with the kind of figure he had not often seen or encountered in his long years of servitude. A boon, as it had made sleeping with her easier to tolerate - even slightly enjoy, if he had been, begrudgingly, honest with himself.

What he hadn’t expected was how she would ask him things. Admittedly they had been simple questions at first, due to his own reluctance to open up - how he was, or how his hunt had gone, or if his crossbows needed cleaning, because she was cleaning her own equipment. Really, just throw them in, she’d offer with a smile. But the asking meant seeing. And no one had seen him. Not for two centuries.

Then there was the way she’d acted during skirmishes.

Brave and unheeding of any danger to herself, charging into the fray, greatsword in hand. But it hadn’t been the courage itself that had so moved him; no. It was the way she would watch where he went, and make sure nothing so much as approached him. And when something inevitably had approached? She would stand back to back with him, his daggers and her sword flowing together in a furious dance, their bodies moving so synchronously that in those moments they’d seemed to be one.

She had made him feel safe. A ridiculous notion, he’d initially tried to tell himself. But that cynicism had rapidly dissolved in the face of her actions. She’d become the one he would run to at the first sign of danger. Hers was the approval he’d slowly begun to seek. Slowly, irrevocably, his heart had been bequeathed to her without his knowledge. At least, not until it had been far too late.

She’d never pushed, willing to take what little scraps of affection he’d been willing to dole out. She had told him that she loved him for him, whatever that meant, and he’d been more than happy to just continue being him, not wanting to look into exactly what she saw. Because he’d thought himself weak. Pathetic. A mere monster with nothing to offer but burdens, who had somehow enraptured someone so deliciously naive it had almost been unfair.

He’d always felt like he’d been taking advantage of her, and that the day she figured that out, she would leave. He’d longed to be better for her, to measure up to whatever vision of him she had. To be worthy of her.

When the rite had fallen into his lap, then, that fact - that need - had galvanized him, spurring his decision to ascend. How could he have refused something that not only would ensure his freedom and spite his former master, but also allow him to give her everything she deserved? A lover of equal power and prowess, one who could stand in the sun with her, who could give her life eternal?

Who would refuse that?

Only she could have talked him down. And she had voiced no real dissent.

And so his love had changed to that hideous, misshapen thing - a shadow of its former self, twisted beyond recognition. It had become obsession, a need to own and to possess. To keep her in a gilded cage, safe and treasured, but also isolated and alone.

The more he’d taken, the more she had distanced herself. And then obsession had become resentment, and their love had died.

But now the embers had caught aflame once more, and here was his chance at redemption.

Would that the gods be so kind that he could finally pull it off.

Astarion cut a path through the sweaty, drunken crowd as he made his way inside the Blushing Mermaid. His well-dressed, rather imposing bearing caused people to instinctively move out of the way, and he quickly found a relatively clean table and pulled out a chair, sitting down.

He didn’t even know why Ban liked this place. He placed both hands on his chin, sighed, and waited.

The seconds turned into minutes, the minutes to an hour. He shifted now and then, watching the doors, his patience slowly giving way to the worry bubbling up in his gut. She didn’t arrive.

Astarion closed his eyes, searching for her mind, then paused. She might find it intrusive, however well-intentioned it would be. Trust her, he reminded himself.

He forced himself to take several deep, calming breaths, fingers steepled together. It didn’t quite work.

He watched in silence as the daylight shifted with the slow waning of the sun.

Three hours. Astarion had been frozen, still as a statue for the past hour, motionless save for the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He finally broke, his worry erupting into a crescendo of fear.

He reached for her mind in desperation, and was met with an awful, devastating wall of silence.

His first and only thought was that she’d closed her mind off to him. Abandoned him again.

His hands, clasped together, dig into each other, the nails drawing blood.

No. It can’t be. She agreed to move back!

He stood abruptly, heading for the exit. He’d get in his carriage and then - then what?

Part of him, the Ascendant, wanted to hunt her down; to tear the city apart brick by godsdamned brick until she had nowhere to hide. The much larger and more powerful part of him, however, just wanted to go home. That part knew she wouldn’t leave like that - and if she had, if this was for her happiness - he wouldn’t interfere. He’d let his own heart break for her sake.

Calming himself, Astarion finally entered his carriage. He stared blankly at the seat opposite him - her seat - and silently began to weep.

Ban awoke, feeling foggy and disoriented. She looked around, trying to get her bearings. They’d apparently made their way through the city; it must have been hours, going by the angle of the sunlight outside the carriage. With every jostle and shudder of the carriage Ban fought to shake off the grogginess, using each disturbance to get a better grip on her body and mind.

They eventually arrived at an abandoned warehouse, where rough hands grabbed her again, dragging her out. She tried to pull, but felt the stake aimed at her chest once more. She realized she was being brought to another carriage, this one far larger, more lavish, an obscenely bright purple with silver filigree. Fear filled her at the realization that this abduction had been well planned. She was unceremoniously shoved inside the garish carriage.

As the carriage began to move, Ban assessed her situation. The effects of the spell were slowly wearing off. She was aware enough to realize they were likely to be leaving the city, judging from the change in carriages. She could make a run for it, jump out, and hopefully get away. She was hoping the sun would slow them down some, even with their cloaks.

She waited until the vampires seemed distracted, eyes moving away from her, obviously believing she was too groggy to make a break for it. Unfortunately, the mortal sitting beside her still had the stake aimed at her chest.

There was nothing for it. She couldn’t let them take her out of the city. Ban shifted her focus, hoping to at least shove one vampire off, creating an opening to dive out of the vehicle.

She looked each of them over, selecting the one she thought would be the weakest - a male drow, the one who took her things. Who knows? I might even be able to grab my sword.

She braced herself.

Please, let it work. Please let me go home.

Please let me see him again.

She shoved against the mortal with all her strength, hoping she would be quick enough.

But the vampires were prepared, they’d known the hero of Baldur’s Gate wouldn’t go quietly, and they moved as one, holding her down.

The stake slid home.

Astarion gasped. The dull, all-too-familiar pain of heartache suddenly transformed into an agonizingly sharp, shooting pain through his heart. He placed a hand against his chest, his eyes widening in realization. Ban.

If a vampire’s spouse was in enough pain, the other would feel it as their own.

She was hurt. Badly. Badly enough for her creator to feel it.

There was a wild, wretched joy that hit him first - she hadn’t left him. But a split second later, it was replaced by ice-cold fear.

What had happened to her?

When the carriage came to a stop, Astarion alighted and ran out with inhuman speed. He didn’t know why he felt the urge to search every room of the palace - she most certainly wasn’t there - but he pushed the urge aside. The palace would serve as a base of operations where he could think and plan.

He arrived at the doors, breathless, and a servant approached him.

“My lord, someone left this for you.”

The item on her upturned palm made his heart stop.

A ring. Three garnet stones, with pairs of seed pearls in between. Ban’s favorite ring. She hadn’t been wearing it yesterday when she came over.

So they had been to her room in the Elfsong. Had presumably taken her. The ring was a message.

He knew where to go.

Like a bat out of the hells, Astarion rushed inside the Crimson Palace, his mind whirring with a million ideas, his heart filled with longing, his body trembling in rage.

His soul numbed with fear.

He must save her.

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[silassinclair]

Michael's Girl PT. 3 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: You're put to the test by David to see if you are truly worthy of being a vampire. And you witness a horror you could never imagine. CW: Blood, Gore, Vampires being Vampires

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Tonight was a night of celebration. Music blasted from Paul's boombox, Dwayne was doing skate tricks around the fountain, and Marko had returned with some food.

"Chinese again? Seriously? You better not be do what I think you're gonna do David." Michael said and looked over at the leader with an annoyed look.

David only shrugged. "What Michael? Worried your little girlfriend really isn't up for it?"

Michael glared at the blonde. Meanwhile you looked back and forth at the two in confusion. What exactly did David do to Michael? Your boyfriend didn't go into specifics with his whole vampire transformation process but you assumed it wasn't fun.

"She'll take whatever you throw at her, trust me. She's tougher than she looks. Brave too." Michael smiled pridefully and kissed your head.

David looks you in the eyes as he ushers for Marko to come forward with the food. "I can tell Michael. After all she did walk into a vampires den knowing full well the dangers of it all. She'll fit into our pack perfectly if she can pass my tests."

Marko handed everyone a white box carton of rice and noodles. While Michael ate his noodles with a fork you used chopsticks like David.

"So Y/n, how do those worms taste huh?"

The girl looked down at her open box of noodles, or rather, wiggling earth worms. She felt like she wanted to gag, she just ate one! But it didn't taste like worms, it still tasted like noodles. This had to be some kind of trick, most likely why Michael looked bothered when Marko brought back Chinese food.

You look up at David with a smirk of your own. "They taste divine David."

Vampires were still a mystery to you. But you assumed that some vampires had special abilities. Meaning that this was most likely an illusion created by David to scare you. However it didn't work, you saw right through it.

Taking another bite of the "worms" Paul and Dwayne started laughing.

"Damn! Tough chick dude. She didn't even gag. Unlike our buddy Mikey here, remember the first time David fucked with your head and made you think you were eating maggots? You coughed that shit up so quick!" Paul said while pointing his fork at Michael. Michael only rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. I didn't know alright?"

David smiles as he continues to eat his food. “You got guts girlie. You passed my first test. It’ll only get more difficult from here on…”

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This week has been absolute INSANITY for me. First David makes me hang off the bottom of a bridge while a train comes by and I FALL but luckily he catches me, and second… Well second is about to happen soon I think.

I’m holding onto Michael while he follows along with the rest of the boys on their bikes. No one told me where we were going but only that this was one of the final tests. And I was nervous. Eventually we reach a clearing in the woods ways outside of the boardwalk. A giant bonfire is lit and surf nazi punks are dancing around the giant flames as a boombox plays music.

The boys and Michael get off their bikes and climb up a tree to scout out the surf nazis.

Less fluidly and easily as them I also climb up the tree. Dwayne sees me struggle and takes my hand to help pull me up the rest of the way.

“Thanks..” I mutter. He only nods.

I feel Michael's hands grab my hips and he helps move me so I sit next to him on a large branch. The other boys stand menacingly, their eyes glow in as they look at the flames of the bonfire the surf nazis dance around.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. Michael gives me a sympathetic look and I know that something bad is about to happen.

"This is your second to final test." David says with his signature sly smirk. "Let's see if you can handle what you're about to witness."

"After all-" Paul cuts in, "This is gonna be your everyday life. So don't get queasy on us okay dolly?"

I nod nervously. The tension grows tight around me. The five boy's auras have changed, I can feel it. Something is different. I look up worriedly at Michael only to gasp slightly when I see his vampiric face again. I look around at the others, all of their features sharp, eyes yellow, and teeth pointed.

They were gonna eat these people.

Right in front of me.

"Let's go boys!" David hollers and in the blink of an eye all five of them swoop down and pounce on their victims. Blood flies, flesh rips, heads roll. The scene was absolutely vile. The boys ate like animals, they didn't hesitate to rip limbs and let the blood fly. Michael however ate more neatly, for my sake most likely. Frozen I was, perched up on the branch where I sat.

My mind felt blank. Watching people of my own species get torn apart by pure predators. Human kind was the top of the food chain, but tonight proved to me otherwise.

When every nazi was dead all the boys but Michael cheered. Blood covered their clothes and gore and bones scattered about. My heart was racing and I knew they could hear it. It thumped like a battle drum, and I was ready to surrender that battle and run away. My legs had a mind of their own and screamed at me to run. Run away from the danger.

But my mind knew better. If I ran now then I would fail. And if I fail then I fail Michael and our relationship. I can't back down now, not after all I went through.

I hop down from the tree and approach Michael. My legs shake for every step I take closer to where the massacre occurred. I feel the crunch of bone snap under my shoe and I flinch.

"Y/n are you okay?" Michael asks worriedly. His face was morphed back to his human one, but blood was still smeared across his lips and the hands that held me.

My mind felt like it was floating away, but Michael caught it and brought it back to me with a kiss to my cheek. Snapping out of it I shakily reply, "I-I'm fine... After all this is what I'm gonna see for the rest of eternity right? So I better get used to it." I laugh light heartily.

"The sound of your heartbeat says otherwise." David says. He stands behind me with his three brothers beside him. Their hair is disheveled and even more blood coats their clothing and skin.

Michael gently holds me to him, his arms around me protectively hugging me to his waist. "She passed the test David, she didn't scream or run off. And it's only natural for her to be afraid, so give it a damn break."

"Oooo" Marko giggles, "Mikey's defending his girl. We've never seen you so ticked off before."

Paul and Dwayne laugh too but are silenced by David. "He's right. She passed, but let's see if she'll change her mind after seeing what she saw tonight."

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You couldn't sleep. Even with Michael holding you protectively under the covers you still couldn't sleep. How could you? Every time you closed your eyes you heard the screams of men and saw their parts ooze and fly. Flashes of the boys and their vampiric faces, their teeth sinking into the flesh of human beings.

"Baby..." Michael said tiredly. His rough hands rubbed up and down your bare arm. "Your heartbeat is loud... What's wrong?" Michael says as he rubs the sleep form his eyes.

"What do you mean 'what is it?'" You say with a firm frown. "I saw people die tonight Michael. I know I shouldn't be fazed by it but I am! I'm scared!"

Your boyfriend leans up and tries to look at your face, but you're turned away.

"Please look at me baby. Don't turn your back to me now. Especially not now."

You turn around to face him and he softens. You've been crying. Red swollen eyes and puffy cheeks.

"Don't tell yourself that you have to not feel fazed. Because it's your human instinct telling you something is wrong, and that's okay. Let yourself be scared, let yourself cry, I'll be here for you the whole way through okay?"

Letting out a shaken breath you let yourself crumble against Michael's bear chest. Broken hiccups and sobs escape your lips and Michael combs his fingers through your hair.

"Shhh shhh shhh, it's okay baby. You're gonna be okay. I know you're scared, I understand because I've been there too. But it won't be so bad, I won't leave your side okay?"

You nod against Michael's chest, not wanting to be even a millimeter apart from him.

"I know I can do this Michael... But I don't have it in me to take someone's life."

Michael thinks for a moment. Until he calms your nerves by gently petting your head. "I think I have a temporary solution." Michael says.

"Like what?"

"Well, what if for the first weeks that you're a vampire, I'll make the kills for you? All you have to do is eat what I kill. You can do that right?"

"Uhm." You think for a moment. Eating people was okay to you if you were a vampire, that part didn’t gross you out like you expected it would. Just the killing factor frightened you.

“That’ll work.” You respond with a hesitant smile. “But will David be okay with that?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Screw David. If my girl wants to take it slow and easy for her first weeks of being a vampire then she can. David can go crawl in his cave and pout all he wants for all I care.” His hands caress your face, fingertips gliding along all his favorite features.

You place a kiss to his fingers when they glide across your lips. “Thank you Michael. What would I do without you?”

He only smiles and brings your face forward for a warm kiss.

You woke up not to the sun, but instead sunset. Michael also rose and stretched with a yawn.

“Hey baby, sunrise and shine.” He says with a corny grin.

Instead of getting up like your boyfriend you hide under his bedsheets. “I’m never gonna get used to your vampire schedule.”

He laughs lightly and kisses your hair that peeks from the top of your sheets. “That’s what I thought at first, but soon enough you’ll adjust just fine. Now come on baby, we gotta go to the cave and meet the guys to see if you’re ready to drink from the bottle.”

You assumed the bottle he was talking about was the bottle of blood he was tricked into drinking.

"So it really is blood huh?" You say and poke your head out through the bundle of blankets you took sanctuary under.

Giving you a sad smile Michael embraces you through the bundle of blankets you're under, making you get warm fast.

"Mhm. Yeah it's true sweetheart. But it isn't so bad. Maybe you can take a hit off of Paul's blunt to make it not as bad? That's what I did at least." Michael grins cockily as he rocks you back and forth.

"Michaeeelll" You whine, "I'm still nervous."

In one sudden motion he rips the blankets off of you making you scream and curl in on yourself to keep whatever warmth you still have inside. Suddenly your boyfriend huffs and picks you up with his strength.

"Michael stop it! Put me down you big stud!" Though you're smacking him to put you down your laughter counters your physical attacks on him.

"No can do baby, gotta shake the nerves outta you."

Michael then holds you like a bride and rocks you back and forth like a baby, making you blush embarrassingly bright.

"Okay okay stop rocking me! I'm not a baby you buffoon!" You start to flail around more in his arms making him grunt and plop you down onto the bed.

Michael gives you his million dollar smile and quietly asks, "You feeling better now?"

Sitting on your knees you sit up and press a soft kiss to Michael's chin. "Yeah, you're little therapy worked surprisingly. I'm surprised I didn't get motion sick!"

Michael rolls his eyes and grabs your hands to help you off the bed in one swift swoop.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get you turned babe."

(sorry this was short yall. Kinda rushed and I wanted to get David's silly shenanigans out of the way. Not proof read btw.)

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys

[alviy4n]

just this once let mikey get what he want

a/n: oof now i've gone and done it...

" when have you tried smoking? " mikey asked, caressing the handle on his motorcycle.

" when i was six. my cousin took a cigarette butt off the ground and i complied. it was when i was twelve when i tried it again to sleep then when i was fourteen tried doing it to sleep again. " you looked at him. blonde hair swaying in the wind. he still looked so pretty even with the convenience store light. " after that i did it regularly to pass the time. " his mouth forming an oh " can you stop it for me? " looking at you then at the unlit cigarette in your hand he took it " i'll help you too you know, i'll give you a lollipop as a reward and a kiss as a bonus " he said as he winked at his last remark. you just chuckled a response and stood up. looking at your cigarette in his hands " sure. BUT you need to smoke that cigarette for me. " you grinned while taking out the lighter and lighting it in front of him.

" what? you scared you'll get addicted after that stick? " he just looked at you then held out his hands in front of you and crumpled the cigarette " MIKEY that was mine! " you dramatically said while pretending to wipe a tear off your face " nice try but i'm already used to your tricks of offering me a cigarette and i told you many times NO " earning a sigh from the boy to which you laughed at.

mikey sighed as he took out a cigarette pack in his pockets. Koko eyed him and going beside him. " i never would've thought you smoked. "

mikey sighed again " no i don't actually. i just... remembered someone. " sanzu overheard and thought is it shinichiro or... y/n? he looked at the cigarette pack for the brand oh it's that one huh.

koko just looked at mikey who coughed from the first hit. pity is all he can feel for the boy. he lost everything and is clearly going through something he cannot even fathom to understand. he just sighed. such is the burden of being the strongest. it would be best if i just leave mikey alone. i don't know i don't want to go back to those guys they're too damn noisy.

mikey looked at his right hand where a cigarette is resting between his index and middle finger was. your laugh ringing in his ears. i wonder what you're doing right now. i hope you're keeping your promise of stopping for me. he chuckled not caring if koko is beside him just looking at his actions tonight. although i bet that you're on your second pack of the day. i bet you're grinning from ear to ear as you smiled because you have another pack ready for 'nights like this'. he imagines you were in front of him sitting at the floor not caring if it's dirty because as you reasoned it 'im sitting on your slippers you see! my butt isn't dirty!' "hey mikey take a drag already! you're wasting my cigarette just letting it out like that!" yeah i bet you'll say something like that y/n

mikey took a long drag of the cigarette and flicked it in front of him. he sighed again.

busy nights like these you'd be the one by his side. you won't care about anything else but him. your eyes would be on him all night. you'd be right beside his bike waiting for him.

" koko do we have anything to do after this? "

" none. you can go right now i can talk to the guys what we'd do to the upcoming battle. "

mikey stood up and looked at the black haired boy " prepare a uniform. i'll get it tonight. "

he can't wait to see you again. he'll hug you like it would be the last.

you're right. im just a kid and i need you more than ever. you're always right y/n. from now on i'd keep you by my side and i'd protect you and we'd always be together.

#tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano x reader

[romeulusroy]

Succession Preference: Running Away From Home

Requested: 1st preference: what each sibling would do if their youngest sibling {roysibling!reader} ran away from their home (logan's place) and showed up at their doorstep (maybe with a bruise or maybe just swollen eyes from crying or just generally looking exhausted or upset) - anon

A/N: Screaming!!! I love this so much my love, it is so angsty!!! Just thinking about it makes my heart break for them. I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor jumps right into big brother mode. You show up at his ranch exhausted, shaking, with a nasty bruise settling near your eye. Immediately, he lets you in, holding you for as long as you need. He doesn't need to ask you what happened, who did this. Roman used to go to him with the same look, the same bruise, the same scared eyes. Connor sits you down, offering tea and an ice pack, pressing it gently to you. He asks if he can call Pops, but you beg him not to. You don't want to hear his voice. You don't want to think about it. You ran the second you could and haven't looked back. He assures you that whatever you need, he's there. He won't call him if it upsets you. He makes up the spare bedroom and reminds you that if you wanna talk, he's more than willing to listen. In the morning, he'll call your other siblings, letting them know where you are, that you're safe. They all want to know what happened, but he knows it's your story to tell. He doesn't even tell them about the bruise, not wanting you to be bombarded with texts and calls. You came to him seeking safety and shelter. That's exactly what he'll be there for. He'd do anything to protect you.

Kendall can't believe it. He knows that your father hit Rome, he still does, but you? He's never raised a hand to you. He's not blaming you, at all, but he knows you must've said or done something to push Dad over the edge. When you swear up and down that you didn't do anything to instigate him, hysterical, deciding that maybe you should just go to one of your other siblings homes, he finally believes you. Sorta. He tells you he does anyways, not wanting to upset you anymore. He offers what empathy he can, but he doesn't know. He's never feared your father like that. He thinks about giving Shiv or Con a call before deciding that isn't the best idea. Kendall is all too aware of what kind of image your family had to uphold. Getting anymore people involved would ruin you, your reputation. You were falling apart over what, a slap? a punch? You're his baby sibling, he loves you, but he can't help but also look down on this behavior. You ran away. Isn't that a little childish for your age? A little juvenile? You regret going to him, blaming your father for the way he is.

Shiv is shocked. She doesn't register that someone's been knocking on the door, too wrapped up in her emails and messages, until you start calling her by name. She doesn't know what to say or do, only that you're standing before her, bruised, crying, reminding her so much of the little kid you used to be. What, what are you - what happened? You just shake your head. You try to say something, but it only comes out in whimpers. Eventually, she just pulls you inside. She leaves you only for a second, calling Logan. His story doesn't match up with what she's seeing, the welt on your head swelling as you sip at your water, finally calmed down. She tells him that you're with him and you're safe, but he doesn't care. He calls you a few names she'd rather not repeat. She offers her guest room until things have cooled down. She's not really sure what to do, how to handle things. She's never seen you this upset and as far as she knows, he's never laid a hand on you before this. She doesn't push it, but she needs to hear it from your perspective. She was your big sister, your protector, and yet in this moment, Shiv felt like she was failing you. Failing her duties as big sister.

Roman plays it off cool, but underneath he's seething. You got into your fights with Logan, they all did, but the bruise he left made Roman himself flinch. There were certain rules and expectations that came with the sibling hierarchy. As far as you'd all known, you were off limits. This isn't the first time he's done this, he can tell, but this is the first time you ran to him. He's not sure what to do, how to help. He's never been any good in these kinds of situations. Offering comfort isn't something he learned growing up. Still, he tries. He tries for you. He makes you up a bed on the couch and gets some ice for your face, making sure you're really okay. You don't tell him what happened, but he's lived through enough of these scenarios to put the pieces together. When you've gone to sleep, or when he thinks you have, he gives Logan a call. It goes straight to voicemail and he can't help himself, he goes off. Blows up. He could do whatever he wanted to him, they all could, he'd made peace with that a long time ago, but you? You were off limits. You were the baby. No one laid a hand on his baby sibling, especially not your father.

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[hennyjwrites]

Beth Finds Out Rio Has A Pregnant Wife

Rio pushed the cart through the grocery store, keeping a close eye as you waddled next to him. He would have rather taken this trip by himself but you refused to take no for an answer.

“I still think you need to be home mama.” He said, grabbing the container you were reaching for, throwing it in the basket.

“The house is boring Rio, when you and Marcus are gone I have nothing to do except watch tv.”You pout walking towards him.

It was true your swollen ass feet kept you from doing most things. You could barely bend over without ending up winded half way down.

“I know mama, but I would feel better knowing you were home, laying in bed, waiting for me to get to you, rub your feet…” he trailed on, trying to persuade you to let him take you home until you stopped him.

“You're not about to play me Rio.” You laughed, walking past him. He grabbed your upper arm, stopping your movements.

“Where’re you going?

“To the next aisle to get my favorite cookies, while you go get bread.” You rolled your eyes, but smiled at his protectiveness.

“I’m coming with you.” He said turning the cart around in your direction.

You placed your hand on his chest stopping him from moving.

“No you're not.” You began. “We’re one aisle apart in Rio, I think I can handle grabbing a pack of cookies.”

Even though you loved how protective Rio was of you, it was starting to become overbearing. He was everywhere you were. It came in handy sometimes when you needed help but other times it was too much.

“Yell if you need me.” He said through gritted teeth. He watched you walk down the aisle. “Grab my favorite mama.” You yelled ok, before turning the corner.

Rio grabbed the bread, ready to head back to you, when the familiar blonde hair caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes. He rolled his eyes already knowing the problem that was about to come.

“Rio! I’ve been calling you.” She spoke seductively. She had a hand carrier filled with groceries, clearly for the family who she was ready to risk just to have a taste of him. Her cleavage was on display trying to tempt him, but it clearly isn't working.

“I saw.” He said turning around ready to find you. He started to walk before Beth grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” She raised her voice clearly not wanting the conversation to be done with.

“Get the-“ Rio paused when he heard your voice say his name.

“Rio! I know you can hear me, I need help!”

He shrugged Beth off and walked quickly towards the sound of your voice. Beth followed behind him confused as to who cried out for his help.

“Who was that?” She asked but only got ignored as Rio only thought were you. He didn’t care about Beth Boland or anything else, just you and your guy's baby. He turned the corner before her, abandoning the basket and going to your aid

“Rio-“

She stopped when she saw the sight. You were sitting on the floor with two bags of cookies in your hand. You were calm but obviously done trying to get up because you were out of breath. She didn’t understand what was happening, she thought Rio was single.

“How’d you end up on the floor babe?” He asked, helping you stand up. He checked over you, as an instinct as you brushed yourself off.

“I didn’t realize they moved the cookies to the bottom shelf, so instead of attempting to bend over I sat down, but forgot I couldn’t get up after.”

Rio laughed, throwing the cookies into the cart before leaning down and kissing you on the lips. It was out of love and in hopes to get Beth to walk away.

Beth watched the scene in front of her turning red in embarrassment. She was a married woman flirting with a man with a girlfriend.

You noticed Beth standing there as Rio pulled away and smiled. You waddled over there helping her take a look at your pregnant beauty. She was jealous at how you were literally glowing. You still walked with grace, pregnant and all.

“Hey, are you one of Rio's friends?” You asked sweetly. You knew how to talk in code with friends, meaning business partner. You knew how much his reputation mattered with his job.

Before Beth could answer, Rio walked up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist. “This is my business partner,” he turned towards Beth. “This is my wife Y/N, Elizabeth.”

You held your hand out to a shocked beth. While reaching for your hand she saw the Diamond rio had put on your finger. Her jealousy grew knowing that rio had a beautiful, pregnant wife.

“Nice to meet you.”

Rio smirked and gently pulled you away. “Cmon mama, I know your feet hurt and I want to cook your favorite meal tonight.” He leaned towards your ear but still spoke a little loudly making sure Elizabeth got the message. “And maybe have a little dessert after.” He kissed your cheek as you both walked away.

He turned around one more time as you both headed towards the register and looked at Beth.

“Imma catch you later Elizabeth, have a nice day.”

#rio x black!reader #rio x reader #black reader

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦 - 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

⧫ Characters: Draken, Sanzu, Benkei

꒰ ͜͡➸ Kakucho/Taiju/Hanma | ꒰ ͜͡➸ Wakasa/Baji/Kokonoi

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Summary: Their child insults their mom and how they would handle it

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☰ Draken:

ꕤ Shocked af

ꕤ He makes sure not to swear around his precious little child

ꕤ Always vowed to be the best husband and father, being who He wished He had as a child

ꕤ But that...definitely comes from Mikey

ꕤ "Make me lunch you fat cow!"

ꕤ These were the exact words your child used to tell you that they're hungry

ꕤ It wasn't too bad, yes but this wasn't how you three communicated

ꕤ He gave your child "the look" and they immediately knew they messed up

ꕤ Communication is written big in your family so instead of getting grounded or screamed at, Draken prefers to sit down and have a talk

ꕤ Usually that involves reasoning and what to do better next time - After all you're raising your child to be the best possible version of themselves and be kind to others

ꕤ So He sits your child down and sighs "I don't appreciate what you just said to Mommy. Maybe try "Mommy i'm hungry, could you make lunch please?" Next time, yes?" He says gently

ꕤ Your child just nodded, tiny pout on their face

ꕤ He does the whole "throw a plate on the floor and say sorry to it" thing so your child learns that words and actions hurt and a sorry can't fix everything

ꕤ After a while of pouting they finally come to hug your waist "i'm sorry Mommy. Uncle Mikey said it's okay to call you that... But I won't do it again. Pinky promise!" They said sincere, holding out their tiny pinky

ꕤ You of course agree and accept the apology, making Draken and your offspring some food

☰ Sanzu:

ꕤ Sanzu really tried to be a loving dad

ꕤ Trying not to make the same mistakes as with Senju, wanting his child to be happy

ꕤ But it's moments like these, when it's not so easy where He reaches his limit

ꕤ He doesn't want his hand to slip, it never did

ꕤ But it took a lot of him to stay calm, jaw completely tense when He hears his own child call the love of his life and their mother "a good for nothing, lazy bitch"

ꕤ He wasn't even in the room when it happened but those words were hard to overhear

ꕤ Sanzu wasn't surprised by the swear words, knowing He accidentally swears a lot even though He tries not to

ꕤ But directed at you??? He stormed into the room and grabbed your child's arm rather harsh, immediately letting go again

ꕤ "You better apologize now" He spat and your child refused, making his blood boil even more

ꕤ He went to deliver a whole speech on why you should treat your mother with love and respect

ꕤ He ended up making your child cry by how angry He was

ꕤ After tears shed on all sides, everyone apologized and you got takeout, planning a family evening to make up for all the harsh words said

ꕤ Sanzu isn't a perfect dad but He tries his best

☰ Benkei:

ꕤ Very similar to Draken, really gentle dad

ꕤ Despite his size he's like the softest guy you ever met

ꕤ Benkei is the fun and chill dad but also values respect and kindness

ꕤ Insists on sitting together once a week to talk about stuff that's going on without shame or punishments

ꕤ Communication is key with this man, very patient and trusting

ꕤ So he's very surprised to hear "Mommy your food tastes like dog poop"

ꕤ It wasn't a heavy insult or anything but it still made you frown

ꕤ He immediately stepped in "hey, that's not a nice thing to say" He said serious, taking the plate away from your child

ꕤ Your child immediately crossed their arms and started pouting "I was still eating, you stupid" they mumbled

ꕤ He sighed "since when do we talk like this little one? And im just doing you a favor, if you don't like mommy’s food, you don't have to eat it" He said unbothered, packing it up and putting it in the fridge

ꕤ There's no punishment of "no dessert" or anything like that because you don't want to make any food special, having them whine for it

ꕤ Once you two finished dinner Benkei cleaned up, sitting back down with your child "if you're still hungry, your food is in the fridge. But I don't want to hear anything like that again, your Mommy is giving Her best" He said serious

ꕤ In the end the food was eaten and everyone was okay

ꕤ Your child did end up apologizing and so did Benkei, trying to blame himself for their behavior but He did everything just right

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #draken x reader #sanzu x reader #benkei x reader #keizo arashi x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #draken fluff #sanzu fluff #Benkei fluff #keizo arashi fluff #ken ryuguji fluff #repost

[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Christian Cage Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @orange-catsidy

WC: 1321

I wanted nothing more than to punch the closet wall after Adam came and talked to me.

"How you holding up, man?" He clasped his hand on my shoulder.

"Fine. Why?" His hand dropped from my shoulder. "You haven't heard?"

"Heard what, Adam?"

So he told me.

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you telling me all of this? She can date anyone who she wants. Her and I are over."

Adam just stared at me, slowly blinking.

"Jay, I know for a damn fact that you are not over her. Why the hell are you lying to me?"

"I am not lying to you. We are done. Remember, she left me." I poked his chest, and he swatted my hand away.

"Jay, I am just worried about you. I have never seen you so happy." I didn't say anything to him. I just told him that I was fine and walked away, replaying our conversation over and over again in my head.

I turned a corner that hardly anyone went down, and I really had to hold myself back from punching the wall.

I thought back to that night she left me. Her and I were together for years, perfectly content and happy in our relationship.

That was until I started to work with Shayna. Her and I were getting close. Not romantically, but it did look like that on the outside if you were looking in.

Shayna had great concerns about Nick being on TV, so I decided to take him under my wing. Soon, Shayna became a part of my faction, and many fans saw her and I getting involved romantically.

Mother Wayne and I, being the perfect parents to Nick as they saw it. But I am not trying to take over the role of his father in real life, and I had the love of a good woman at home who was not a part of the wrestling world.

She brought me back down to reality when I live in a world of stories or altered reality, where I am Christian Cage. When I am with her, I am just Jay.

She voiced her concerns after seeing photos of Shayna and I together, but her and I talked, and I thought I put her mind at ease.

Hell, I even had her meet Shayna, and the two of them seemed to hit it off. I thought this was all past us.

Until the night she left me.

I came home, and her bags were packed. She was sitting on the couch in her favourite spot. The TV wasn't on. She wasn't looking at her phone. She was sitting in almost pitch black, except for the lamp that was on.

"What is all this? We going on a trip?" Sometimes she likes to suprise me with trips.

"You lied to me, Jay. This whole time."

"What are you talking about, baby?" I was so confused. I took a few steps towards her, but she held up her hand, asking me to stop, which I did. I didn't want to upset her anymore.

I didn't notice the paper on the coffee table, but that was until she flipped it over.

I grabbed the paper, and I could see it was a photo she printed. It was a photo of Shayna and I sitting next to one another in a restaurant, I was leaning in whispering something in her ear, and her hand was on my knee. What you couldn't see was Nick and Austin, as they were on the opposite side of us.

"I am done looking like a fool, William."

Fuck, my first legal name.

"Baby, this photo looks like something it isn't. Her and I were with Nick and Austin. We are just friends."

"Yeah, you and I were just friends once. I am done. I can't handle this anymore. If you want to be with Shanya, I will not stop you."

I tried to stop her from leaving. I really did, but once I saw the tears in her eyes, I let her go. I watched from the living room window get in her cousins car and drive off.

Leaving me alone in what was once our home.

◆

It has been a few days since Adam told me that she was going on a date with someone from her work. I even asked him how he found out.

"Beth. They still talk." Of course, Beth. I should have known.

I was in a meeting with Austin, Nick, and Shayna, but my focus was somewhere else. After Adam told me, i thought about going to her cousins place. I even drove down to the street, but I sat in my car, wondering what the hell I was even doing.

She was the one who broke up with me.

She is the one who didn't want to listen to me.

But as the days went on, memories came back to me. Every single one, from the good to the bad ones.

"I have to get her back." I said out loud, startling the other three people in the room.

They knew her, and I broke up. They didn't say anything as I stood up and grabbed my jacket and phone, rushing out of the building, towards my car.

I already knew where she would be. It is Saturday, and she usually is at the book store around this time.

I pulled in front of her favourite bookstore, just in time to see her walk out the door.

Even as I got out of the car, I knew this was insane, but I had to go get her back. I called out her name, running towards her.

Startled, she looked up at the sound of something calling her name. Her eyes widened when she saw it was me.

"Jay." She said my name. Oh, how I have missed the sound of her voice.

"Can we talk." I said. She bit her lip, thinking it over, and then she shook her head no.

"Jay, I am meeting someone."

"I know, please, this won't take more than ten minutes." I pleaded.

"Fine."

I walked her towards my car, not wanting to do this in public.

◆

I finally stopped in a random parking lot.

"Jay, what do you want to talk about?"

"I know you have a date with someone from your work."

"This is what this is about? Jay, I don't have time for this."

"Yes, please let me explain that photo. You didn't let me that night."

"I don't want to hear about you and Shayna."

"There is no Shayna and I! There never has been. I was whispering about a gift I got you. I didn't want Austin and Nick to know who was sitting at the table because Nick couldn't keep a secret and would just blurt it out."

"That doesn't explain why her hand was on your knee, Jay."

"She slapped my knee when she heard about the gift. She was excited for you."

"And what did you get me?" She crossed her arms over her chest

"I was able to take two months off. I got us a trip to Europe."

"What?" She sounded stunned.

I cupped her face in my hands, and she leaned into my hand. "It was an early anniversary gift. Just you and I, in Europe."

"I am an idiot." She said. "I ruined us."

"We can still be together. Let's start where we left off. I want you to come home with me."

"Jay, I got jealous for no reason."

I kissed her lips gently, wanting nothing more than to deepen the kiss.

"I see why you did, but nothing is and never will be going on between Shayna and I. You are the only one for me. I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Jay."

"Good. Now, text that guy and let him know the date is canceled."

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[faerunsbest]

ROLAN IN A BACKWARDS MOVING RELATIONSHIP

LISTEN (this is once again to @drizztdohurtin making a Rolan post)

listen

hear me out.

What if Rolan meets Tav and eventually they're comfortable with each other. They're not emotionally well connected yet but they're friendly and have an undeniable chemistry there. Despite wanting to get closer neither have time for a relationship so instead, it takes a sharp turn and becomes more and less at the same time. Rather without warning Rolan finds himself embedded in her, she is comfortable and welcoming and so understanding when there isn't time to cuddle, no time for dates or togetherness.

Now this would happen a few times before it comes to his attention sometime later that shes with child and he damn near faints when he finds out. Of course the one who tells him is probably one of his siblings(nose little eavesdroppers) WHO HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS HAPPENING.

He gets a chance to ask about it, Tav just laughs and says yea she wasn't gonna bother him about and not to worry shes got it handled. He refuses to not help not be a part of things moving forward, so he makes time, rearranging everything in his schedule to make sure he can be at every meeting with the clerics and healers. He keeps his nightmares and panic attacks to himself, only his siblings aware of how terrified he is.

They keep finding him trying to get a nursery ready and falling apart because he doesn't know what to do. They have to remind him about his own life and that he basically already raised them, he'll be great.

At every meeting he does his best to make sure Tav has everything she needs or wants, he holds her hand when she looks pale and sick over certain smells. One thing after another and he doesn't realize until its almost over, halfway through the 3rd trimester how hard, how difficult its been on her.

He goes to bring her things he knows shes been craving only to find her laying on the bathroom floor heaving and struggling to breathe. Rolan cant help but fly into a panic over it, a slight outrage when he gets her into bed and she waves him off looking horrid and discolored.

"don't worry it happens all the time. Don't worry about me..."

He doesn't know if hes angry she didn't tell him this was happening or at himself for not seeing it. Looking around her place signs where everywhere. Grubby places down low she couldn't bend to reach and clear out, towels tossed here and there from continuously trying to clean up messes. Her small low fireplace cold and untouched.

"Enough! I'm bringing you to the tower and that's it- I'm going to take care of you."

Shes too tired to argue and fight, she can only huff in indignation while he and his siblings pack up her entire apartment and move her into the room beside Rolan's.

Imagine his face when he sees how much her body aches from just standing, her hand pressed to the small of her back and how slowly she needs to move down stairs. The discovery that the warmth of his body alleviates so much of her persistent aches and pains.

Deciding to share the bed so he can keep her comfortable. Watching the color come back to her because she isn't struggling anymore.

Cal and Lia on the sidelines watching the way he lets her lean on him when they're walking. Seeing him on his knees with an ear to her belly, grinning bright and wide when he feels little kicks.

The way he keeps buying pillows an leaving them EVERYWHERE, so she can tuck them behind her back when she sits or under her belly if she needs to lie down. Not a single room is safe from the hoard of pillows. Time gets closer and he finds himself pressing kisses to her face at night, while they stay up talking when shes just too uncomfortable to sleep.

He makes discoveries about her own fears, and alleviates them with the confidence he gained. By the final stretch he's asked her to stay n the tower, just stay even after she doesn't need help anymore. Just stay with him.

Instead of a sweet romantic yes, he gets

"ah, shit."

only to realize her water has broken and its time to go.

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Mischief and Angel- Part 8

I flip yet another pancake as Stiles starts handing plates to children who then use far too much syrup and fight over who gets to sit at what chair. I smile as he yells at the one boy, "Dante! Carly was there first, move to the other chair."

I hear an angry huff before a chair is scraped against the floor followed by an angry, "Whatever."

Dante is the oldest and possibly the hardest one of the kids to handle. He thinks he's some big bad because he has magic and I can tell Stiles is about .00001 second away from showing the boy that he may have magic but he sure as hell isn't as powerful as he thinks he is.

I smile as Leah comes over and offers to trade places, "Here, Clark and I have already eaten, let us take over for you and Stiles. You two have been at this for over an hour, let us do this so you guys can eat."

I sag in relief before handing her the spatula, "You are a saint Leah, and so is your boyfriend." Clark is one of the other werewolves in the pack and is one of the original members who was adopted as a child.

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As Stiles and I eat there's a disgruntled cry from the opposite end of the table. I lean over to see Amelia fighting with Lola, who is fighting tooth and nail to get away from her. "Lola, you have to eat."

There's another noise somewhere between a whine and a growl as Lola wiggles some more. I stand up from my chair and walk over to Amelia and a still struggling Lola, "Do you mind if I try?"

Amelia looks at me with a relieved smile before looking at Lola, "What do you say Lola? Want to go to Y/n?"

As if Lola knows exactly what she said, she twists in her body to look at me before raising her arms in the universal 'hold me' demand. I chuckle before reaching down and picking her up. As soon as she's against my chest she calms down and it feels like she's purring.

I raise an eyebrow and look at Amelia and she chuckles as she picks up her water, "Not a werewolf, she's a werefox, so she does purr. Rarely, but it does happen."

I smile before walking back to my seat and sitting down. She looks at Stiles and makes a happy sound before she pats his arm. He chuckles and looks at her before making a silly face that has her shrieking with laughter.

Once the laughter has stopped Lola looks at Stiles' plate and her amber eyes lock onto the strawberries he has on there. I snort as she makes grabby hands and a 'ah' noise. I look at Stiles and nod, "She can have some just make sure it isn't too big so she doesn't choke."

Thirty minutes later it is confirmed that Lola loves strawberries but she loves Stiles even more. She ate half a pancake, three strawberries, drank all of her milk, and is now curled up on Stiles' lap and poking at the moles on his face and neck.

I lay my head on his shoulder as Lola continues making noises and poking every ticklish spot on Stiles' neck. I watch in admiration as Lola stops poking and clasps onto the collar of his shirt with a happy little noise. She lays her head on his chest, right over his heart, before reaching over and laying a hand on my cheek and flashing her eyes.

I sucked in a breath when she flashed her eyes and I feel Stiles tense before he whispers, "Did you feel that?"

I grab his hand before whispering back, "Yeah."

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I watch as Lola crawls across the floor to get the stuffed bunny one of the other kids, Mia, is holding out to her. I smile as Lola let's out a happy sound when she grabs the bunny before she sits down and tugs on it's ears.

"She's an adventurous little girl."

I jump slightly before turning to the side to see Amelia watching me with a knowing smile, "Seems like it."

She hums with a smile, "She forged a, let's just say a special connection, with you and your mate. That's why she flashed her eyes at you."

I blink as I stare at her before clearing my throat and leaning back, "How old is she?"

Amelia shrugs, " She's a little over a year old but we aren't sure what her birthday is. We think that she was given to us when she was about a week old so we think that she was born somewhere between February 1st and February 7th."

I stop breathing momentarily before letting out a long drawn out breath, "Who named her?"

She smiled before pointing at herself, "I did. I have Spanish roots and Lola is derived from the name Dolores, which means sorrow."

I scowl slightly at the meaning before she continues, "However, as time progressed it became a name with a more positive meaning. Lola is a name that now relates to someone who is strong and resilient. Lola didn't have the best start to her life but I had a strong sense that the name was meant for her. It is also a Polish nickname for Karolina."

I swallow before standing up from the couch, "Uh, yeah, sounds like it. I need to make a quick errand but if you need anything Scott will still be here."

She gives me yet another knowing smile and I look over to the doorway to see Stiles leaning against it, clearly having heard the whole conversation. I walk over to him and grab his hand before pulling him out the door and making sure to grab the jeep key on the way out.

When we're standing in front of the jeep he looks at me with confusion and worry written all over his face as he asks, "Angel, you okay? Where do you need to go?"

I take a breath and walk towards the passenger door before answering, "Lydia's."

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I shift from foot to foot as I ring the doorbell multiple times and Stiles is rubbing my back trying to calm me down even though he has absolutely no idea what's going on.

The door swings open to reveal a rather pissed off Lydia before she stops when she sees me. Here eyes widen as they flick between Stiles and I before resting on me, "Honey, what's wrong?"

I push past her into the house dragging Stiles with me until I'm pacing the length of the living room. I faintly hear Lydia ask Stiles what's wrong and his answer of, "I have no fucking idea."

After a few seconds I take a deep breath and look at Lydia, "Lydia, when I found out I was pregnant, what month was it?"

She tilts her head before frowning, "Uh, June, it was like two or three weeks after you had turned 16. Why?"

I nod before asking, "Okay, and what month did we estimate I would have the baby?"

She steps forward, confused before she answers, "February."

I make a high pitched noise before swallowing, "And what were the dates we guessed?"

I glance at Stiles and see that he's slowing starting to understand where I'm going but Lydia is still confused, "We didn't know for sure but we estimated the first week of February. Are you okay?"

I take a shaky breath before wringing my hands together and asking the last questions, "If I had a girl, what name did I settle on?"

I notice that Stiles is standing straight and tense before I focus back on Lydia as her eyebrows pinch together, "Uh...I don't remember, I know you wanted to name her after Claudia, so you decided on her middle name, but I can't remember what it was."

Stiles takes shaky steps forward before he croaks, "Karolina, her middle name was Karolina."

I nod with tears in my eyes before sitting on the couch and looking at Stiles, "She forged a bond Stiles, I can feel her and I know you can too. Be honest, what does the bond feel like to you?"

Stiles squats in front of me, grabs my hands, and looks in my eyes before he whispers, "Like I would die for her and that she means as much to me as you do."

I nod as I manage a weak smile, "It feels like parental love, Stiles, she forged a parental bond with us. That's why our mating bite burned when she flashed her eyes this morning, she cemented the bond."

Stiles' eyes widen slightly before he swallows, "She claimed us."

I nod as I squeeze his hands, "And it's unbreakable."

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A/N- Talk about a whirlwind! Anyways, I know this happened pretty fast but if you think about it, Lola is a baby and runs off instinct so when she felt the instinct to claim them, that's what she did. We're starting to get into the more emotional parts of this series so let me know what you think!

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