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little-diable · 2 years

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Catch Me If You Can - Hitman!Tom Holland

I've been wanting to write something like this for a while now, and I've now finally found the time to do so. This has all genres combined, smut, angst, fluff, it's a whirlwind of emotions. A big thank you to @hidingsikki I love you. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: When three men break into their house in the middle of the night, with guns pointed at their heads, Tom and the reader are forced to flee. Hidden in a cabin in the middle of the forest, secrets are being shared and lies get uncovered. Lies that could easily rip the married couple apart.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, guns, blood, being followed, mentions killings, murder and drugs, mentions a panic attack, trauma because of an ex boyfriend, very open but somewhat happy ending (at least they both survive)

Pairing: Hitman!Tom Holland x fem!reader (4.7k words)

It was late at night as (y/n) and Tom entered their home, she could barely walk straight, too drunk to properly speak, too drunk to find her way to their bedroom. She had to rely on her husband to guide her – which he did, with chuckles bubbling out of him whenever she’d lose her balance.

“C’mon love, let me pick you up.” (Y/n) started rambling like a criminal forced to defend herself, she kept on speaking, talking about their evening and the dinner they had shared with their friends. A perfect evening one would see in movies, something most people would get jealous of. A perfect evening she’d forever cherish, nobody could take this evening from her – (y/n) was sure of it.

“I love you, Tom.” With her hand reaching for his neck, she pulled him in for a kiss, lips struggling to find his in the dark bedroom. But somehow they made it work, they always have, ever since crossing paths a good three years ago. Three years filled with love, laughter and a few dowhill journeys. Journeys that had always ended with a sunrise following the stormy night.

“Love you too, darling. Let’s get you out of this dress.” Skilled fingers freed her from the fabric, he helped her into the big shirt of his she’d wear to bed and as she was settling into the mattress, he grasped her makeup wipes and cleaned her face. A routine both were all too used to by now, a routine they cherished and practised whenever she’d forget her boundaries for a night.

She was fast asleep before Tom could even rise from the bed, allowing him to study her sleeping frame with a small smile tugging on his thin lips. (Y/n) didn’t notice him leaving the bedroom, didn’t hear the call he made to whoever was waiting on the other line. Too oblivious for her own good.

Tom’s steps carried him down to their living room, he was still on the phone as he started to unbutton his shirt. The first button popped open as he reached their sofa, the second as he sat down on the all too comfortable seat. His brother kept rambling, words he didn’t pay any attention to as the first shot echoed through the night.

Without speaking another word, Tom ended the call. He had been waiting for this moment, a nightmare that has kept him awake for the past months, since the day his deadline has run out. Another shot rang through the air, they were warning him, giving him a few moments to think about his next steps.

He sprinted back to their bedroom, a drowsy (y/n) had woken seconds ago, not understanding what was going on as Tom ripped open their drawer and pulled out a packed bag, “Get up, we have to hurry.” His harsh words left her frowning, not understanding what was happening.

“Now!” Tom’s scream forced her out of their bed, and with his hand clamped down on her wrist he pulled her down the stairs. He’d stop every few seconds, forcing her to stay silent, hoping to hear words or commands that could guide them away from the intruders. But there was nothing but silence, an eerily silence one would only come across in a graveyard. A graveyard their living room would turn into any moment now, even though it was still unsure if the two of them would die or the ones that have come here to kill them.

“Tom, what’s going on?” By now she was wide awake, body running on adrenaline. He shook his head, begging her to follow him as they rounded yet another corner.

“Oh, Tom, what a surprise to see you here.” The voice echoed through their kitchen. Three men were standing in front of them, with their guns pointed at the couple. (Y/n) couldn’t stop her sob from clawing through her, she was trembling, not understanding what was going on. “Sweet (y/n), there you are. Who would have guessed that you’d stick around, Tom? Oh wait, we all did. It’s such a shame that we have to do this, I hate knowing that I have to destroy (y/n)’s pretty face.”

The man was tall, the smirk he wore left her gagging in disgust, silently praying that she was stuck in a simulation, a prank gone wrong. She didn’t hear the threats Tom was speaking, had her eyes focused on the gun Tom was holding in his hand. It seemed like he had carried a gun numerous times before, knowing how to blindly handle the weapon that could kill one within seconds.

“You know the rules, Holland. Give her to us and you’ll stay alive.” A humourless chuckle rumbled through Tom, he tightened his iron grip on (y/n)’s wrist, sure to leave bruises.

“I won’t give her to you.” His heart was racing, about to jump right out of his chest. “I’ll count to ten, James.” Tom’s growls coaxed another sob out of (y/n), unsure about what would happen when he’d reach the last number. But the men didn’t move, not on five, not on seven and not on nine. And with the last number bleeding from Tom’s lips, all hell broke loose. He fired his first shot the same time he pushed (y/n) to the ground, hoping that she’d hide behind the counter.

(Y/n) didn’t see who was shooting who and who was falling to the ground, she could only focus on her breathing, scared that she’d pass out any moment now. Her vision was blurred by the tears welling up in her eyes, she could barely breathe, even as Tom landed next to her she struggled to rip herself out of her panic attack. He had thrown himself to the ground to reload his gun, not once did his gaze leave her features, wondering what was going through her head.

And the second he saw the smallest chance of being able to make it out of the kitchen, he tugged on her wrist once again and ushered her out of the room. They were running as fast as possible, chased by the ones that had been sent to kill her, chased by the ones that knew Tom by his first name. A thought her mind kept circling around.

Tom kept firing shots, till the moment they reached the garage and found shelter in his SUV. The car howled through the night, a sound so loud, (y/n) feared their house would collapse. It didn’t take long for the men to follow them, and it didn’t take long till the sound of shots roaring through the night found its way to her ringing ears once again.

“Down,” with his hand finding her scalp, he pressed her down the seat, hoping that she’d be safe from the bullets breaking through the windows. She didn’t dare speak, could barely manage to breathe the thin air that filled the car. “Fuck, hold on.”

Her screams rumbled through her, another window had been shot, forcing Tom to steer the car to his left side. They were surrounded by nothing but trees, the darkness allowed them to blend in with their surroundings, at least for a few moments. He could tell that the men were still hot on their heels, following them through the forest Tom knew like the back of his hand.

Without sharing another word, he reached for her hand. It took her a second to give in, to welcome his touch. An almost soothing sensation wrapped itself around (y/n), hoping that she could finally calm down. But the sensation swapped into anger and anxiety as her eyes found Tom’s middle.

Blood had soaked through his shirt, leaving a dark red stain on the white fabric, “You’re hurt! Why didn’t you say anything? We need to find a hospital.” Tom didn’t interrupt her rambling, he kept his eyes focused on the small road ahead. Only as (y/n) tried to reach for him, to press her hand against his bleeding wound, did he snap out of his trance.

“Don’t, I’m okay. We can’t stop, at least not till we’ve shaken them off.” It was just above a whisper, though the silence that followed his sentence told him everything he needed to know. She’d start asking questions, would finally speak the words that have begged her to be freed from her burning vocal chords.

“Who was that, Tom?” Before he could part his lips to speak, the headlights of the other car began to flood through the forest once again, signalling the couple that they no longer were on their own.

“I need you to listen carefully. Promise that you’ll do as I say.” Tom’s voice pierced through the confusion fogging up her mind, pulling her back out of her thoughts. She nodded, forced herself to listen as Tom accelerated the speed of his SUV. “Do you remember the cabin we stayed in last August?” Once again she nodded her head. “We are about three miles south from it, I need you to walk there while I lure them further into the forest. You need to follow the trail, do you have your phone on you?”

Tears ran down her cheeks as she pressed her phone into his outstretched hand. Not once did she stop looking at him, taking in every inch of his features. The man she had married, the man she had loved since crossing paths with him and now it seemed like he was saying goodbye to her, like he was putting an end to the best three years of her life.

“This is the address of the cabin. You have to wait for me there, don’t open the door for someone else, just me. I love you.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply, the SUV came to an abrupt halt, and with one last glance thrown his way, she stumbled out of the car and started running. Her bare feet met the cold forest ground with every hurried step she took, forcing herself to blend in with the night as she followed the trail.

It took her about five minutes to slow down her pace, already out of breath. She could no longer feel the alcohol buzzing through her system, could no longer tell that she was running on a good ten minutes of sleep. But her shirt did little to protect her from the cold of the forest, she’d need to hurry before she’d start freezing.

The sounds of the forest followed her, whenever she was taking a minute to stop and breathe, she’d listen to any sounds that could tell her about her surroundings. Was she truly on her own? Was somebody following her?

Every now and then she’d check her phone, silently hoping that Tom had messaged her, but the screen stayed black. Her insides churned whenever she thought of Tom, (y/n) couldn’t stop wondering who those men were, why they wanted to hurt her and how they knew Tom. Endless questions she desperately needed to find answers to.

(Y/n)’s cold feet were covered in mud and blood as she arrived at the all too familiar cabin. Thankfully the key was still hidden behind the yellow flower pot, allowing her to step into the dark cabin. For the first time since being forced out of her home, she felt some kind of safety, some kind of protection. The cabin invited her in, carefully she made her way to the bathroom, desperate to wash the reminders of the past hours away.

The hot water cascaded down her tired body, like a hug being shared after a day too long without one’s lover, like the touch of the ones that always seemed to follow one around, a comforting thought. And before she could even reach her hand out to stabilise herself, her sobs started clawing through her once again. Her tears were one with the water, forced down the drain like the memories she has left behind in their house.

Would Tom ever return? Would he make it back to her in one piece?

One question after another found its way to her, even as (y/n) sank down on the cold sofa, wrapped in a few blankets, did she think of the what ifs and the questions she wouldn't find an answer to just yet. She tried to fight against the tiredness that now clashed through her like soaring waves, she tried to keep her eyes open, scared that she’d miss the moment Tom would step into the cabin. But with another yawn bleeding from her lips, (y/n) gave into sleep’s calling of her name.

—-

It wasn’t the chirping of the birds that woke her. It wasn’t the rustling of the leaves dancing in the morning breeze that ripped her from her sleep. Eurydice’s cry about Orpheus' fall hadn’t been this loud. The burning of the city Troy hadn’t been as cruel as this.

She woke with a gasp rumbling through her, the door to the cabin had been pushed open, falling against the wooden wall with a loud clash. And there he was, covered in blood and tears. He didn’t dare move, patiently waiting for her to react.

But the moment she moved from the sofa she had been sleeping on, Tom sprung into action. She fell into his arms, kept him close to guide him to the spot she has been keeping warm. No words were shared as she ran to the bathroom, to pull the first aid kit out of the cabinet, not one vowel bled from their lips as she got to work on his wound. Nothing but silence, a silence Tom welcomed with open arms, a silence that pushed (y/n) further into overthinking.

“Who were those men, Tom?” Her voice trembled, unsure of what she should expect. Tom watched her with his dark, slightly swollen, eyes, pupils filled with exhaustion and tiredness that reflected his own heartbreak.

“I - promise you’ll let me explain.” It felt like a déjà-vu, questions she answered with the nod of her head. “Those men work for John.” Shudders ran down her spine, she seemingly froze at the mention of her ex-boyfriend’s name, forced down memory lane once again.

The man she had been dating before she found Tom had been everything but kind. He had been a possessive monster, a man full of hatred and anger, a man that had tried to bind her to him, preferably forever. It had taken her months to free herself from his grip, months filled with trauma and anxiety. Trauma and anxiety that had evaporated into the weightless nothingness the second Tom had introduced himself to her.

“How do they know you?” (Y/n) could explain to herself why they had been looking for her, it didn’t surprise her that John wanted her back, even after all those years. But seeing Tom with a gun, speaking to the men that had tried to take her from him, had left her with a racing heart and a confused mind.

Tom let go of her hand, he was bracing himself for whatever would roll upon him any moment now. The deep breaths he sucked into his lungs only fuelled her anxiety, not doing anything to calm her down, “I was once working for John.”

For a moment neither Tom nor (y/n) moved, though the second the sound of her sharply inhaling - reminding one of an arrow flying past one’s head - reached Tom, he forced himself to his feet.

“What did you do for him?” She was clearly scared of the words he’d speak, scared of the truth he’d unfold.

“I was hired to kill you.”

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The sun was burning down on the small village, sweat was clinging to her body as (y/n) found shelter in a coffee shop down the road from the Bed and Breakfast she was staying in. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wrapped itself around her, reminding the young woman of a loving memory of a loved one she hadn’t seen in years.

She was greeted with a warm “hello”, the sound distracted her from the feeling of somebody watching her, the feeling she had been fighting against since leaving her hometown behind. (Y/n) had been on the run for weeks, travelling from one village to another, in hopes of shaking off John and the men he’d force to follow her.

It took her a few seconds to decide on a table, but the moment she sunk down in the comfortable chair she felt all air leaving her lungs, momentarily making her feel weightless, a stranger travelling through darkness. Tiredness clung to her bones, the past weeks felt awfully far, though yet so close, as if she was staring at a picture of her younger self, a person she had once been but never will be again.

“Hi, uhm, I’m sorry,” her eyes shot open, finding a young man with curly hair and a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He was seemingly nervous, stumbling over his words as he tried to speak to her. “Can I?” With his ring-clad fingers he pointed towards the empty set next to hers.

“Sure!” (Y/n) couldn’t help but give into the excitement that swapped through her, it had been days since she had last shared more than a handful of words with somebody. The handsome man sat down next to her with his cup of coffee pressed to his right palm and a muffin placed in his left. And for a moment they allowed an all too comfortable silence to wrap them in its spell, a silence that was easily broken by the man telling her his name.

“I’m Tom, sorry I just,” his words hung in the air, struggling to voice out his thoughts. And before he could keep on rambling, (y/n) spoke up with her own name rumbling through her.

“Are you from around here, Tom?” She watched him with curious eyes, and studied every part of his features. Small wrinkles began to form around his eyes as he smiled, his thin lips got even thinner as he widened his smile. Handsome as the tales would tell, lovers of the sea wouldn't find this kind of beauty in the waves rolling ashore, telling stories of the ones that have once explored the ocean, voices lost in the wind.

“No, I’m from London. Whenever I need a few days off I find myself drawn to this spot.” Tom’s voice made (y/n) feel like she was experiencing the death of the sun, a magnetic field buzzing around her, so strong she could easily lose her train of thoughts.

“I’m from London as well.”

—-

As if he had struck her, (y/n) stumbled away from him, desperately chasing the growing distance between them, “To kill me?”

She had no control over her body, couldn’t even concentrate on the tears that started flooding once again. It felt like she was staring at a stranger, a face so unfamiliar she couldn’t even remember how she ended up here.

“I- I told John I couldn’t do it, not after falling in love with you.” Tom’s words did little to calm her down, they only fuelled her anger, her sadness. And as he took another step closer and another, (y/n) started running, she darted out of the door, into the cold morning with her naked feet sinking further into the muddy ground.

She had to escape, she couldn't risk falling for his lies once again.

“(Y/n)! Fuck, slow down, please.” Tom had a hard time picking up his speed with his wounded stomach screaming in pain, he could barely breathe with the aching sensation flushing through his every vein. But he was determined to catch up with her, and was set on pulling her into his chest, to explain what had stopped him and why he had taken on the job in the first place.

The forest whispered to her, it lured her further away from Tom and the pain he had unleashed upon her. And if it hadn’t been for the slippery ground, (y/n) could have disappeared moments ago, away from Tom, the cabin and the words he had just spoken. A cry broke from her chapped lips as she fell to the ground, followed by a string of curses that rumbled through her chest like a car howling through the night.

Tom was hovering above her, he was heavily panting, struggling to stay conscious, “You promised to listen, please, let me explain. Please, darling. Please”

“Was anything true? Anything?” Her cries forced his heart to bleed, the muscle constricted in his chest, distracting Tom from the pain he felt in his middle. Whatever he had told (y/n) about himself and his family, his friends had been lies, nothing but lies. Lies he had chosen over the truth, to protect her and the ones he had grown up with, he couldn’t risk losing the ones he had been surrounded with.

“I love you, you need to believe me.” Slowly she rose to her feet, once again covered in mud and leaves that stuck to her. For a moment (y/n) debated running off again, trying to free herself from the tight grasp he had on her soul, complementing one another like Satan and Christ.

No words were spoken as she brushed past him, back towards the cabin.

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“How did you find this cabin?” The warm August evening invited them to sit in front of the cabin, sharing their dinner with their gazes drawn to the dark sky.

“It belongs to a friend of mine.” Her chuckles echoed through the night, (y/n) placed her plate down, set aside with Tom’s following.

“Friends? Don’t think I’ve ever met one of your friends now that I think about it” Tom rolled his eyes in an almost playful way as he pressed his lips against hers, clearly knowing how to silence his wife. He pulled her into his lap, dinner long forgotten as they found comfort in one another’s embrace. Her hands wandered down his body, holding onto her moaning husband with a smirk tugging on her slightly swollen lips.

She pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly crafted muscles to her twinkling eyes. The stars in the dark sky were watching their every move, protecting the two lovers that gave into their desires. Tom helped her out of her dress, set on loving every part of her body, the body he had mapped out with his hands and lips numerous times before.

“I love you,” his raspy voice left her shuddering in his lap. With the same three words flooding through her, Tom pushed her to the ground, back pressed against the wooden flooring of the terrace. They got lost in one another’s touch, chasing the all too familiar sensations they longed for.

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“Why didn’t you do it?” Those were the first words that left (y/n) as they entered the cabin. She found shelter on the other side of the living room, trying to stay away from Tom and his touch. Too many emotions flooded through her, she couldn’t pinpoint them, disgust, anger, confusion and an awfully lonely helplessness.

“What?” Tom’s eyes pierced into her body, she feared he’d burn a hole into her skin with his strong gaze.

“Why didn’t you kill me? Why didn’t you do it the day we met?”

“You made me feel something I’ve never felt before. I was planning on doing it after you’ve invited me to grab some dinner, and was planning on killing you that night. But then you kissed me and I knew I couldn’t do it. I tried it a few times after that night but whenever I was about to do it, I found myself pulling away. I am selfish, I know, but I also knew I couldn't make it without you, I need you. I love you.” This time she didn’t move away as Tom walked closer, this time she allowed him to touch her, to wrap his shaking arms around her. “Those men came to finish the job, I tried to cut ties with John, tried to keep him from reaching us and for the past months he no longer contacted me. I thought he had given up. Guess I was wrong.” The sad chuckles that rumbled through Tom forced (y/n) to wrap her arms around him, trying not to touch his wound.

“I don’t know what to feel, I am so hurt, Tom. You’re a stranger, nothing you’ve told me about you is the truth, who even are you?” One tear after another dripped from his chin, tears she caught with her cold thumb. “But I love you, and I don’t think I can ever stop loving you. I don’t know where to go from here, but I can’t let you go.”

Carefully he pressed his lips against hers, tasting the tears both had cried, the different emotions they carried on their tongues. Both were trembling, struggling to keep standing still as they freed one another from their dirty clothes. She pulled him into the bathroom, carefully touching up his wound before they stepped into the shower.

The muddy water got washed down the drain as their bodies found one another again, one with their hearts racing in anticipation. He burnt his touch into her flesh, neither (y/n) nor Tom wanted to waste any more time, not focused on any foreplay. Tom buried his cock inside her with ease, her walls fluttered around him, barely needing any time to adjust.

He fucked her slow at first, almost carefully, but the louder her moans got, the more ferocious his thrusts grew. Perhaps they were simply two lovers relishing in one another’s touch, but at that very moment it felt like they were exploring one another’s body for the first time. Two strangers that got to uncover one another’s secrets in the depth of the night.

Secrets that were close to tearing the two apart, secrets that have forced them further away from one another than they’ve ever been before.

“I love you,” Tom repeated those three words over and over again, a mantra he has sworn to live by, a prayer one would speak in the early morning hours. A guiding hand for the times when neither his heart nor his mind could think straight. But Tom would prefer to be stuck in this mindset, in this moment of pleasure and arising highs, rather than being forced back outside, into a world he had moulded into a dream world, at least with his secret hidden like a dead body buried in the cold soil.

“Fuck, I’m close, T-” her moans rumbled through her, left her trembling in his embrace as she gave into her orgasm. Her walls clamped down on his cock, desperately trying to keep him close. Tom kept on fucking her through her high, set on making her feel as loved and worshipped as possible. It took him a few more thrusts to follow her down the edge, to fill her with his release and to imprint himself on her skin. They stayed connected, kept clinging to one another with their hearts trying to find their normal rhythm.

“I need some time to think.” He didn’t reply, and was waiting for her to pick up the sentence. “Is it safe for me to stay here?” Tom only nodded his head, not finding the strength to voice out the pathetic “let me stay” that threatened to claw through him any moment now.

“I need a few days on my own, I need to figure out where to go from here.”

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river-bottom-nightmare · 4 years

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relationship dynamics

because i felt like it

Birdflash: Their relationship dynamic is like the cutest thing ever. “I’ve noticed that we’ve slowly begun to phase the ‘B’ out of our bromance.” Have done the spiderman kiss and will continue to do the spiderman kiss. SO. MANY. PUNS. They’re CONSTANTLY in a pun war. In a drive thru: “Hey can you tell the guy in the car behind me that he’s cute and I’ll pay for his drink?” “Um….okay sir.” “Your total is $10.59. Also the guy in front of you said, um, he said to tell you that he thinks you’re cute and he’ll pay for your drink.” “*rolls eyes with a fond smile* that’s my husband, he thinks he’s romantic,” but the best part is that it works for either one of them. Birdflash Culture is the word “babe.” If you don’t think they had a bubble machine at their wedding then you’re lying to yourself. Eating junk food whenever and wherever they want,. “Oh my god just get in the fucking blanket fort already.” Where you go, I go. SO MUCH FOOD OH MY GOD ALL THE FOOD SO MUCH FRIGGIN FOOD. Police/crime lab aesthetic bc I have a headcanon that they’ both work with the police department (Dick’s a detective, Wally’s the lead CSI). Photo booth strips. Them being impressed by each other all the time. F R E C K L E S. Stopping halfway through the middle of sex because they just realized something about Star Trek season 3 episode 8 and they really need to pull it up on the tv to make sure they’re right. Re-enacting fight scenes from martial arts movies in the living room of a tiny apartment. Have i mentioned the babe thing because they toss around the word babe all the friggin time, not baby that’s gross, just plain babe along with bro and dude those three are interchangeable. “I called shotgun infinity when I was twelve.” The glass is always half full. Them playing video games at home eating pizza counts as a “date” but also they’ve been doing the same thing for years.

Jayroy: “don’t worry I know what I’m doing” “not even god knows what you’re doing.” Sharing cigarettes. Desperate messy kisses. Constant fast paced insult war that you can’t keep up with if you’re not quick witted enough. “My family had to put up with me but you? You’re the idiot who chose me as a best friend.” pet names galore but like edgy ones not gross sweet ones (my personal favorite is jaybird bc it’s awesome and also canon), very very kinky sex, will murder rapists and drug lords in the most painful way possible without giving a solitary fuck but will go to a nursing home the next morning and be as respectful as possible to the elderly. Tattooossss. Baseball hats. Say “fuck you” as “I love you.” Hair ties everywhere. m u s c l e s.

Timkon: Classic love story. Like, switch one of their genders and you’ve got a old school romance movie in the making. Photo shoots with a pride flag and merch. Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks. Tim wearing Kon’s clothes to the point where practically his entire wardrobe except for his fancy clothes and red robin suit consists solely of Kon’s stuff. The Neighborhood vibes. Holding hands on a date at the carnival. Pride bracelets and pins. 90s vibes. Kind of the type of Destiel feeling where you can’t really have Destiel without also having Sam being the overenthusiastic shipper/supportive brother? That but with the rest of the Core Four. Polaroid pictures. Gay and Tired. Flannel + Leather + Denim. they go on dates with other people (before they realize they’re in love) and spend the entire time talking about their other half. Skateboards. A high school romance.

Damijon (aged up obviously): constant constant constant bickering and arguing, like we’re surpassing married couple status here. “I’m older” “I’m taller” starts out as a biting insult, falls into teasing joke, then becomes something they say with a mischievous fondness and an inside-joke smile. Country + Pop Taylor swift songs. Wandering together through the city. "Be kind to animals or I’ll kill you.” Sitting on the roof together. Kryptonite blades that Jon trusts no one except Damian to wield. “I hate you” “happy to hear it” turning into another inside joke. Sleepovers. Never growing up. “I trust you with my life unconditionally but I do not trust you to get my order right remember the time you betrayed me and everything I ever stood for?” “Oh my god dami I forgot the sauce onCE.” Don’t lie to yourself, habibi is totally a thing. Damian wearing Jon’s varsity football jacket over dark colored/black turtleneck shirts. Damian sketching Jon either late at night in the light of the moon or early in the morning by the light of the sun. Classic dark vs Light. Running down the street tugging the other behind you while holding hands. Red converse + Combat boots. TEAMWORK. “Clark, your son is annoying, loud, clumsy, entirely too tall, hopelessly optimistic, and way too naive. I trust him with every cell in my body.”

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babeyvenus · 3 years

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The Wolf Among Us

Bigby x OC

Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.

TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, smoking, drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.

A/N: just a little filler for now.

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Chapter 19: Off Day

As they arrived, Bigby looked around, taking in the new sights. He hadn't been on this side of New York, considering he never bothered to interact with the mundane side of the city.

Sonya parked and took off her helmet, sighing as she looked up at her previous home. "Home sweet home...", she muttered as Bigby got off and dug into his pocket. "You need some time with that?", she asked teasingly.

He gave her an unamused look and lit his Huff n' Puff. He took a long drag, enough for big puffs of smoke to exit his nose before he drops the cigarette and smushes it under his foot. "Let's go.", Sonya says and leads him up to the house.

She pulled out the keys and opened the door, looking around to see a living room and smiled widely. "Pico!" She grins at the sight of a light orange fluff whose head pops up in attention.

Bigby looked over her shoulder to see a Shiba inu running toward her. Sonya kneels down and picks the excited dog up, whining and barking happily.

She set her bag on the couch and sat on the floor with the dog, Bigby followed behind and stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room. "You can sit down, y'know...", she says, making him scratch his head and sit down next to her on the couch.

Pico looks over at Bigby and growls lowly. Bigby frowns. "Easy, boy.", Sonya warns. Bigby snapped his attention to her. "I hope you're not talking to me."

Sonya chuckles and shakes her head as she pets Pico. He looks up to hear something walking downstairs and runs over to the sound.

They looked up to see a shorter woman who sleepily walked down the stairs and looked at them in surprise. She looked like Sonya, or rather a slightly older version of her. Her skin was a bit darker than Sonya's, her eyes almost a dark honey color. They seemed to light up when they caught onto Sonya's smile.

"Hi, ma.", Sonya greets, getting up. The older woman rushed to her daughter, bringing her in a tight hug. Sonya hugs her back, swaying back and forth before her mom cups her face to examine her. "Where have you been? You're a mess!"

She glanced at Bigby. "Who's he?" Sonya looked at Bigby with a smile before looking back at her mom. "Mama, you remember the place Dad kept talking about?", she asked. Her mom nodded. "Well, this is Bigby Wolf. He's practically the protector of Fabletown. and he's my... boss."

Bigby stood to shake her hand. "It's nice to meet you." Her mom smiled. "You too, I'm Theresa. I hope she hasn't been giving you any trouble."

He rubbed behind his neck. "It's actually the opposite…" Sonya rolled her eyes. "We've been through a lot."

Theresa frowns at her. "Is that why you couldn't update me on anything?" Sonya nods. She glances at Bigby, "Can I tell her?" Bigby thought for a moment before sighing. "I don't see why not. She already knows about us."

"You can tell me after we do something with this head of yours. I can't believe you let it get this bad!", Theresa complained, giving Sonya's arm a slap. Sonya frowns. "I haven't exactly had time to groom myself, Ma."

Bigby waited as Sonya was pulled away to get her hair washed. He looked at the dog who stared back at him. Be rolled his eyes but raised an eyebrow as the dog walked over to him and sat by his feet.

Bigby looked to his left to see a photo set on top of a lamp table beside the couch. He examined it to see a younger version of Sonya, Theresa and a man and a baby he didn't know. He assumed the man had to be her dad. "She looks so happy...", he muttered.

His attention snapped to his right as he saw Sonya walk out of the kitchen with a towel draped over head. She pulled the towel off to reveal her shorter, wet, coiled hair, some curls stuck to her face, some dripped onto the towel.

She gave him a sleepy look as he looked back at her in curiosity. "Did you cut it?", he asked. She looked at him with confused eyes and shook her head. "Of course not. Water just makes my hair shorter.", she says, picking Pico up and sat down by Bigby's feet. She pulled Pico into her lap and rubbed his back and his head.

Theresa comes into the living room with a small container of grease and a blow-dryer. Sonya glanced at Bigby. "If you can't take the noise, you might wanna cover your ears."

Theresa looks at him. "You have sensitive ears?", she asked. "You could say that.", he replies. "You still haven't caught onto what fable he is, Ma?", Sonya asks.

Theresa thought about it for a moment, and shook her head. "I'm not sure." Sonya chuckles. "It's in his name."

Theresa looks at Bigby for a moment before her eyes widen in realization. "You're the big bad wolf??"

He nodded, rubbing behind his neck again. "I wouldn't have thought so. I thought you would've looked a little more... hairy.", she says. "And maybe a little meaner."

He smiled awkwardly. "Yeah...I'm trying my best not to be as monstrous as I was before."

"They made him sheriff but still treat him like trash.", Sonya deadpans. Theresa frowns, while she starts to apply the grease to her daughter's head. "Sometimes people don't wanna see the change in someone because they're so stuck in the past. The best thing you can do is move on.", Theresa says.

Sonya nods in agreement. "I gave up trying to be everyone's friend. Realized not everyone deserved my kindness and just stuck with whoever accepted me for who I was rather than someone I wasn't."

Bigby took in their words and frowned a bit. He hated that they were right. He did care about what other fables thought of him, simply because he was trying to change.

It didn't help much that they kept bringing up his past in the Homelands. It wasn't fair. But he supposed he didn't deserve a better life like everyone else. No one else went around eating pigs and grandmas.

Sonya noticed his silence and tapped his foot in reassurance. RIght after, Theresa started blowing out Sonya’s hair, the sound making Pico rush up and run to his bed and Bigby wince a bit before he started to get used to it.

Moments later, Sonya started to fall asleep and Bigby took note of that. He didn’t understand how she could fall asleep with something so loud in her ears. “I don’t know what you guys went through, but y’all must’ve been working hard.”, Theresa says.

“We did solve two murders…”, he says, making her turn to him in shock. “What happened?”, she asked. He explained what happened, gently informing her about her daughter being targeted as she silently listened and did her daughter’s hair.

“She protected me… a lot more than I can say anyone has done… She’s got guts.”, he says. Theresa finally finishes, now aware of Sonya’s soft snores. “She gets her impulsiveness from her daddy. I think that’s why she got her powers. She just accepted without thinking. Expected me to just be okay with that.”

Bigby glanced at Sonya’s sleeping state. “When she rushed in to save me...she told me she panicked. She didn’t have to, but she did. I’m grateful.”

Theresa gave him a smile. “She does that a lot. Always has to play the hero. I kinda expected that out of her brother but I think he admires her for that. He didn’t get to know his dad very much… so she stepped in.”

‘That’s why she said that about T.J….’, he thought. “I think she did a good job.”, he says. Theresa appreciated him. “Me too. She took on the role all by herself. She knew nothing about being a boy, but helped him whenever I couldn’t. Sometimes I hated it and I felt helpless that she seemed so independent at such a young age.”, she frowned softly. “It hurt. Made me feel like I wasn’t doing a good job as a mother. But she always reminded me that it wasn’t my fault.”

“She does her best at everything. She can be lazy but if its something really important, especially as important as what y’all went through, she won’t stop. She’ll overwork herself until she passes out.”, she says, looking at him. He nods. “I kept telling her she could take a break. She only took a nap when we were almost close to finishing up, we just got some food last night too.”, he confessed.

Theresa sighed. “I hate that she does that. She’s gonna die quicker if she doesn’t take better care of herself.”, she says, fluffing Sonya's hair. She smiles. “She hasn't been taking care of her hair, but it got longer…”, she mutters.

She frowns again. “She’s probably gonna be out for a while.”, she turns to him. “If you can get her up to her room, that’d be helpful. I’ll cook y’all some food while y’all are here.”, she smiles. “I haven’t had to cook that much in a while.”

He nods as Theresa gets up to go wash her hands and starts on food.

Bigby leans down a bit to gently shake Sonya awake. She mumbles, frowning in her sleep and relaxes her face. He shakes her again, getting no response. He sighs and picks her up, with Pico following behind him as he carries her up the stairs and is met with a divided hallway.

There was one room on the left of the hallway that had easy access to the stairs, and another door to the farther part of the hallway.

He went to the right side of the hallway and noticed a hanging nametag on a door that had Sonya's name and he walked up to it.

He entered the room, his nose being hit with her potent scent. He was almost sure if she went missing, he could find her.

He looked around her room to see a XL twin bed covered in black and gray sheets. She had a purple rug under her bed that seemed untouched and fluffed. An empty desk with just a monitor on top and a black desk chair, and a purple dresser that blocked her window and seemed to be a bit dusty.

He saw a full body mirror that had small polaroids taped onto it, and his curiosity spiked. He looked around at some posters she had on the walls, snorting at some of them before he gently laid her down. Pico struggles to get into her bed before he finally does and snuggles up to her.

Bigby smiled a bit and continued to look around her room and sits down in the chair. He squeaked a bit from under his weight as he leaned back a bit. It was a lot more comfortable than his rustic, ratty chair back in his office. He almost considered taking it.

He closed his eyes for a moment before sighing and getting up to leave her room. He walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen where he smelled seasoned meat. He looked over at Theresa as she smiles at him. "She still asleep?"

He nodded. "Is it okay if I step out for a bit?" She nodded, saving her hand in his dismissal. He left the kitchen and left the house to pull out a Huff 'n Puff, lighting it immediately. He took a long drag of the cigarette, sighing out softly and letting out a large puff of smoke.

As he leaned against a lamp post, he almost contemplated his own mother. Theresa seemed so kind, it almost made him wary of her regardless of her knowing about fables. But her daughter's a half fable and the way she talks about her and treated him more like a person rather than a monster…

He considered letting his guard down, just a bit. He finished the cigarette, stomping it out before he walked back inside. The smell of the previous meat entered his nose dully. It smelled good, though.

He walked back into the kitchen, peeking his head around the corner and saw Theresa loading barbeque brisket into a bun. His stomach rumbled loudly, making Theresa jump a bit as she turned to him, placing a hand on her chest as she laughed.

"You scared the shit out of me.", she says, gathering her composure. "Was that your stomach?"

He nodded, scratching behind his head in slight embarrassment. "Well, luckily for you, the food's finished.", she says, smiling.

She handed him a plate and had him sit down at a table. He softly blew onto the food before taking a bite. When he took the first bite, he nearly gulped the rest, making Theresa grin. "Glad to know it was good.", she says.

She took his plate before handing him another one and smiled at Sonya walking into the kitchen, yawning. "That was quick.", Theresa says.

Sonya grumbles. "Pico wouldn't stop kicking me." She saw Bigby eating and smiled. "Finally got you some food, huh?"

She walked over to get herself some food and hummed in delight once she took a bite. After they'd finished eating, they talked for a while until noon arrived.

Sonya and Bigby stood up. "We gotta go before the princess bites our heads off for being gone too long.", Sonya says, rolling her eyes and giving her mom a hug. "Try to keep in touch, please.", Theresa says. Sonya nods and leads Bigby to the door. Sonya exits just in time to see school buses dropping off kids.

Bigby starts to follow her but is stopped by Theresa. "Please look after her.", she asks. Bigby gives her a reassuring nod before leaving. He closed the door and looked to see Sonya hugging a boy about the same height as her.

He walked over to them, catching the boy's attention. The boy frowns a bit. "Who's he?" Bigby almost snorted in amusement at his attempt at being intimidating.

Sonya turns to Bigby, “This is my brother, Eric. Eric, this is Bigby, my boss.” Eric looks Bigby up and down. “He better be.” Bigby raises an eyebrow with a soft chuckle. Sonya gives Eric’s arm a slap. “Cut it out.”

Sonya sighs, looking at Bigby. “Let’s go.” He nods, following her to her bike. She starts it up and looks at her little brother. “Stay out of trouble.”, she says, making him nod before she rides off with Bigby.

The Woodlands

She parks outside the gate, letting him off. He looks at her in confusion. “You’re not coming?” She shook her head. “Nope.” He crosses his arms. “Why not?”, he asks. “Ask your Deputy Mayor.”, she says, bluntly before driving off, leaving him in confusion.

“What does Snow have to do with…”, he muttered before walking into the apartments and made his way to the Business office, seeing the previous line had been gone. He walked into the Business Office and walked up to Snow.

“Mr. Wolf, what’s wrong?”, Snow asked. “Sonya’s not coming into work. I’d say that’d be fine, considering the circumstance, but somehow you have something to do with why she isn’t coming into work.”, Bigby says, making her pause. He raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?”, he asked.

She smoothed her hair, taking a curled strand of hair behind her hair. “Well, the case is done. I told her she can take some time off until there’s a new case.” Bigby’s eyes narrowed a bit before he nodded. “I guess that’ll be for a while… I suppose that’s fine.”, he says, and shakes his head at Bufkin drinking a tall bottle of wine.

“Do you ever get tired of drinking a whole bottle?”, Bigby asks. Bufkin drunkardly smiles. “Nope!” Bigby sighs a huff through his nose before walking to the mirror. “Hey, mirror.”

The green face appears, looking at the man stoically. “Hello, Bigby.” Bigby scratches at his stubble. “I gotta know where Sonya’s going. Can you show me her?”

The Mirror hums. “You know our rule.” Bigby rolls his eyes. “We ate, talked and parted ways, now can you, please, show me Sonya Blaze?”, he rhymed.

The mirror shows Sonya entering an electronic store he’s never seen. Bigby frowns, looking closely at the store name. “Best buy…?”, he mutters. “Where’s this at?”

The mirror hums, coming back. “5th avenue.” Bigby sighs. “Okay.”, he says and walks away. He walked out of the Business Office to walk into his own, and closed the door. He walked over to his desk, plopping down in his chair and grumbles at the paperwork that waited for his return.

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Thelreads, Vigilantes 44, Replies Part 1

1) “Sit down, because after that fucked-up mixer we’re back for more on Chapter 44: One Outrageous Traveler.

This is gonna be a truly… outrageous jem of a chapter… I can feel it…”- Well, you were certainly right about that- who’ve have thunk we’d have actually seen the pain train personified in this very chapter? Certainly, the most outrageous, unpredictable outcome that we never saw coming and not that bit at the end there...

2) “Oh- Oh my god,that is Pop calling, isn’t it? Oh lord Pop got Midnight on the speed-dial, she got her own pro hero older sibling, but at least this one isn’t an ass like Aizawa, she’s just a bit creepy.”- She probably is giving Pop tips on how to use her sex appeal to boost her idol career though, so there’s that aspect to consider when Pop turns to her from advice from an official pro hero.

3) “Oh Midnight, I believe she’s in need for help, Koichi is probably being murdered right now, and he can’t call his older brother to save his ass.”- You know, the number of phone calls that Pop makes to people on her contact list for genuine meet-ups are probably far in the minority to the calls she makes to find somebody who can save Koichi’s ass on a daily basis. They’re at least expanding their scope to include more heroes than CC, but it’s still running to an adult or similar for aid when they’re in too deep and still haven’t figured out how to take down a villain themselves, though at least Koichi can Run and Gun now, so there’s improvement, somewhat.

4) “what the ffuck is tha

what

what is thatthing chasing him again?”-

youtube

He moved on from taking out Villains to Vigilantes- the heroes better watch out, of Thomas will be chugging for them next.

5) “OH MY GOD

SHE FUCKING CALLED AIZAWA

HE CAN’T ESCAPE”- He never bothered giving out his contact info to Koichi precisely because his bullshit detector twigged that this would be the outcome and he’s still getting roped in by the powers that be working against him. Aizawa might as well give up and accept this as his lot in life now, it’ll make his eventual teacher career a lot easier.

6) “also, can we finally see what was that was chasing Koichi? I think my eyes deceived me, because it looked like Thomas the fucking train engine running after him.”-No, your eyes did not deceive you. Yes, I think Furuhashi or somebody must have taken acid at some point to start coming up with inventive one-off villain designs for Koichi to face on a weekly basis. One thing about the main series was the League at least provided a neat, reusable character design whenever Horikoshi’s not drawing up entire crowds of disposable Mooks like the MLA, but the Trigger Villains are half-way between them and the league in terms of opponents for Koichi to face, and since Scarface isn’t interested in a confrontation with Koichi yet, they’ve got to make visually striking opponents that can still be disposed of and tossed away without hassle on a regular basis. At some point, they’re going to start getting a little inventive with the inspirations.

7) “ITS THOMAS THE FUCKING TRAIN ENGINE

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

LOOK AT THAT FUCKING TIHNGGIVING CHASE”- You know he’s totally cycling his arms in a regular motion to mimic a train’s wheels whilst he runs, right?

8) “PLEASE SAVE HIM GUYS, THE PAIN TRAIN IS HEADING HIS WAY

AIZAWA DO SOMETHING BEFORE THIS WHOLE SITUATION GOES OFF THE RAILS

no wait, Koichi already used that one. Dammit Koichi”- The Locomotive’s gone Loco, the Caboose is on the loose, we’ve jumped the tracks into crazy street, prepare to have your tickets punched… and that’s about as far as I got before Aizawa took Thomas the drug train down to stop my punning ambitions cold.

9) “What the fuck is this chapter, why did the pain train just showed up, what kind of bad trip did I got myself into”- Oh, we’ve not even gotten to the real mind-blower at the end there, but it’s a nice opening ac to prepare you for it…

10) “And that’s done with. Lovely. What in the fuck’s name did trigger do to this motherfucker, darkness has enveloped him and there’s no way back out of it”- well, at least he’ll have fantastic qualifications as a railway mascot going forward.

11) “OH MY GOD

THEY DID IT

I WAS JOKING THAT THIS PLACE IS AIZAWA’S OFFICE AND THEY JUST DID THE SAME JOKE

AMAZING”- It’s not even really a joke anymore, Aizawa just doesn’t hang his agency sign outside because he wants to keep this ‘branch’ office and coffee spot on the down low from villains and potential hoodlums whilst he enjoys the peace and quiet… too bad for him Koichi knows he hangs out there now, so he’s got a guaranteed spot to locate a hero on demand. Except when they run out of coffee, of course.

12) “Oh hai Phelps, didn’t expected you here… Say, its you the ~important meeting~ that Aizawa was talking about, or did you just came all this way to look for your brother in law?”- Aizawa of course, because it seems Phelps can detect literally anything but the fact that Koichi is the famous Crawler, even though he’s seen him several times so far and has seemingly forgotten about him every time, since he keeps asking other people who Koichi is.

13) “PHELPS

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, YOU SAW HIM BEFORE, YOU HEARD HIM BEING CALLED “THE CRAWLER”, YOU EVEN MENTIONED THAT THERE’S A VIGILANTE NAMED “THE CRULLER”, HOW ARE YOU NOT MAKING THE CONNECTION HERE?!

I’M OUTRAGED WITH HOW TERRIBLE OF A DETECTIVE YOU ARE”- The power of terrible naming saves Koichi again.

14) “Oh my god Aizawa

AND YOU PHELPS, HOW CAN YOU NOT CONNECT THE DOTS?! THIS BOY IS YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW GODDAMMIT”- Speaking of terrible naming, it’s a good thing Koichi did go with calling his palm-blast something so ridiculous, because when you hear the words ‘Shooty-Go Blam’ the last thing you think of is, ‘serious attack’ so Koichi can discuss assaulting a villain right in front of an official police officer and he’s completely clueless. Koichi might as well be talking in code here, except Code names would probably sounds cooler than the reality.

15) “Oh, I see… wait, is this a way of testing its effects on different people then? Less powerful and less addictive, meaning that it can spread more easily around the streets, and as such, allowing a wider range of data to be collected without the cops getting involved.”- I guess the doses that Hina shot up everybody at the bar with were especially potent ones then, otherwise the police would have gotten more reports of people’s quirks going wild in bars and other drinking establishments before now. Guess she really wanted to show Rin Koichi’s ‘Bad Side’. Though that does suggest that there might be more one-off pawns of the VF like her around, those without any real connection to the organisation, but still willing to run their tests for them for the correct price and incentive.

16) “Oh I got that one right it seems. Alright, so we got what their plan is, finding more victims for the Nomu program. The drug is merely a screening process that is going unnoticed, but the heroes are finally catching up to it…”- That, and it perhaps also helps ID which drugs work best for their purposes in making villains whose bodies are better suited for more… extensive remodelling, as it seems the drugs are a necessary part of whatever they’re doing to physically alter their bodies, so seeing who can react best to which particular blend of chemical cocktails allows them to identify what parts of the formula work and what need altered more, whilst also working with sturdier test subjects who can take the strain without collapsing on the operating table.

17) “I just love how you two are so involved with this whole situation, even though you’re not pro heroes nor cops.”- If the police and official heroes are going to hold their clandestine theorising sessions on the motives of the VF in their backrooms, the very least they could do is let them listen in and given their two cents on the matter. Hell, when they draw up one of those big string theory boards eventually, you know damn well it’s their corkboard they’ll be borrowing.

18) “Alright, so he McBee just handed the stuff to his younger sister and fucked off from there. Knowing what we know, the choice of who got those samples might even have been completely intentional, as Kai would want to “show the evilness off man” to Rin anyway she could.”- Huh, that’s a good point, and it does fit with the VF distributors we’ve seen so far having a good understanding of the psychology of the people around them, both their targets and those who could be useful or an impediment to their plans. Scarface giving the drug out to Hina and telling her it amplifies the ‘negative’ qualities in men and brings them to the surface would be a good way of getting her to unwittingly aid them in their illegal experimentation without really realising what she was doing.

19) “In all seriousness, he’s always a step ahead, you can’t catch him by running after leads like this. You guys will need a serious break to get ahead and get him, or this game of cat and mouse will go on for a long time.”- Well, if it’s lucky breaks you’re after, Aizawa could do a lot worse than continuing to help Koichi, considering how he keeps coincidentally running into Scarface and his schemes without knowing it, and especially now we know that there’s a definite connection between these wayward pupils…

20) “Aizawa, are you sure about that? I mean, you’re a underground-style of hero, but the international backlash that would rise if you got caught operating illegally outside of the jurisdiction of your country… God, that would be a nightmare.”- Certainly would. Good thing there’s another Ex-hero around who wouldn’t cause such a public outcry with his own private investigation into the same organisation then…

21) “Ha ha, you’re so funny Aizawa… “just kidding” my ass, you were willing to do it, you just backtracked once they reacted negatively to the idea.”- Aizawa was totally gonna rope those two into helping smuggle him into china if they’d been a bit more receptive to the idea, probably in a packaging crate with a month’s supply of coffee to sustain him. @thelreads

#bnha vigilantes #bnha #thelreads #chapter replies #vigilantes 44 #my hero academia

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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A Nightmare In A Dream (Part 3)

Summary: Six months after reuniting with the Winchesters and her brother, things are going good for the reader. She and Dean are happily together and occasionally stay with her brother, Matty, and Sam, who has been getting him used to normal life. Life appears to be heading in a good direction when the past has a way of creeping up again and dropping a bombshell on them all...

Pairing: Serial Killer!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Square: AU!Dean

Word Count: 5,000ish

Warnings: mature (language, angst, death/murder, drugging/kidnapping, family drama)

A/N #1: This is a spin off of A Dream In A Nightmare and takes place ~6 months later. It’s recommended that fic is read prior to this one...

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Two Hours Later

“I don’t like this,” said Dylan, walking you by the arm down a hall to the other side of the house.

“Leave Matthew alone, Dylan. If you want revenge, you best save it for your sister,” said Lewis, brushing Dylan off. “Away. You’re too volatile right now.”

Dylan huffed as he left, Lewis nodding back towards a shut door.

“Speak to him as discussed. Maim but do not scar,” he said, holding up a small blade before tucking it in your back pocket. “Use that on anyone but the intended and Matty is back on the table.”

“I got it,” you said. You walked forward and into the room, Dean in a furnished bedroom. There was an on suite attached and a frosted glass window that let a hair of light in. He was sat on the middle of the bed, playing with a stray thread on the bottom of his jeans. “Dean.”

“Go away,” he said without looking at you.

“Dean,” you said. He flew off the bed and shoved you back against the wall. You felt a shock in your arm and Dean broke off, falling back onto the floor. He rubbed his ankle and you saw a small box cuffed to it. “If you don’t do that again, you won’t get shocked again.”

“Fuck. You,” he said, cocking his head at you. You pulled out the knife and he swallowed. “Y/N…”

“Turn around. Lay down on your stomach on the bed,” you said.

“Or what?”

“Please do what I ask, Dean,” you said as gently as possible. He stood and did as told. You swallowed down the bile in the back of your throat and crawled up on top of the bed, lifting his shirt up. You put a hand on the back of his neck and pointed the blade over one of his old scars. “You really were a nice guy. I mean, you’re a fucked up serial killer but you were nice. It’s not...it’s not personal, Dean.”

“Not personal my ass,” he said, gripping the sheets when you dug in a bit with the knife. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because breaking your heart was an easy way to break you,” you said. You ran your hand over his head and he shuddered. “It was nothing you did wrong, Dean. This was always going to happen.”

“You’re doing this to save, Matty. Tell me you’re doing this to save him,” said Dean quietly.

“Dean, I’m sorry but I’m doing this because it had to be done. You’re supposed to be with Lewis. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for you. Trust me. When you let go, when you give in, I know it feels like defeat but it’s not. It’s the end of the old you is all. Then you can start to become an even better version. It’ll take time but you’ll understand.”

He didn’t say a word or move as you carved some more, a few stray sniffles the only sound for a few minutes.

“You gonna be good?” you asked.

“Yes,” he breathed out.

“Good boy,” you said. You slid your hand down to his neck and back, rolling off the bed and giving his hand a quick squeeze as you scooted off the edge. You prayed it was enough of a signal that you were still on his side. He never moved a muscle though as you walked out, Lewis shutting the door after you. You handed the knife back and Lewis looked you up and down. “What?”

“You play crazy a little too well,” he said.

“Do you really think I’m a normal person, Lewis?” you asked.

“No. None of us are,” he said. He rested a hand against your lower back and walked with you back towards the hall before he veered the two of you left and you wound up in a kitchen. You stared at him as he left you by the entrance, waving for you to take a seat at the kitchen island. “Sit. I’m assuming you’re starving.”

“One, aren’t I going back to my room and two, aren’t you going to go clean up Dean?” you asked as you sat.

“Kid, I’ve known you a long time. You’ve been under my thumb just as long as Dylan and Matty. I know you went along all those years to save your brother. You had your freedom but you knew when to answer to me. I don’t see why we couldn’t return to that kind of arrangement. If Dean wants to be cleaned up, he needs to ask,” said Lewis. He opened a fridge and pulled out a casserole dish, sticking it in the oven. “It’ll be about twenty minutes. Dean wasn’t too hungry tonight so you can have his leftovers. Chicken casserole.”

“Dylan wants to kill me. I don’t think he’d like the idea of an arrangement between us,” you said. Lewis set a glass of water down in front of you, your tongue jutting out to lick your lips.

“Dylan’s not in charge. I am,” he said. “Drink if you’re thirsty.”

He got out a plate as you chugged down the cool water, a heavy breath escaping when you finished.

“As I was saying, you don’t have to go back in that room ever again,” he said. He put the plate in front of you and set a fork down beside it. He went back to the fridge and you glanced at the fork. It was far too blunt to work on him and Dylan was somewhere in the house you were sure of. “There is a real bedroom, just like Dean’s you may use tonight.”

“This arrangement, Matty is left alone and I get my freedom for what exactly?”

“The occasional interaction with Dean. Something like you just did. It’ll prove you were never on his side. You never were, Y/N, just to be clear. You knew you were going to give him to me before you even met him,” he said. “I don’t blame you for falling for him. He is special. But he’s not worth throwing away all you’ve sacrificed for your little brother.”

“I’m judging by this house you have a shitload of money,” you said.

“Yes, I do. Are you really going to ask for money?” he chuckled.

“I think we can both agree Matty will never be able to have a normal life. When Dean goes missing because eventually he will be declared missing, all of the Winchester money I have access to is gone. I need to provide for my brother and myself,” you said.

“Name your price,” he said, leaning back against the counter.

“Ten million,” you said. He smiled and looked down at the floor. “Ten million and consider me on retainer for whenever you need me to play a part for Dean.”

“That’s a lot of money, kid. I can’t exactly take it out of the bank all at once,” he said. “A deposit that big would get even bigger red flags.”

“You’re telling me that you don’t have offshore accounts? I’m not expecting it today, Lewis. I obviously need to stick around for a while to help convince Dean I was always playing him. There’s time to get it in place,” you said.

“Ten million is all it takes to get you to turn on him,” said Lewis. “Must not be true love after all.”

“I love him,” you said, Lewis lifting his chin. “But I love my brother more. I want out of this mess. I had a taste of it the past few months. I just want out. If I have to leave Dean behind to fend for himself...that’s his problem. His family fucked up mine’s lives. They fucked up my brothers. He fucked up me. So yes, I love him, but I’m not living in Hell anymore because of him.”

“Good answer,” he said. He walked over to the stove and turned the oven off. You cocked your head and he pulled out the dish, tossing it in the trash. “Oh, it was poisoned. Not enough to kill you but to make you wish you were dead. We had pizza.”

He opened the fridge and pulled out a box, tossing it on the counter towards you.

“Give me a few days to gather the money together,” he said, taking the pizza and throwing it on a plate before he nuked it in the microwave. “I appreciate your honesty. If you said you hated him...well then it’d be obvious you were lying. I can see that this hurts you. But you understand when to walk away because of your intelligence. I always knew you were the perfect choice.”

“I need something else,” you said.

“Don’t push it,” he said, popping open the microwave and sliding the dish in front of you.

“Well if I’m gonna be staying here the next few days, I’m gonna need some fucking pads,” you said, glancing down at your lap. “Get the picture?”

“Dylan!” shouted Lewis. He walked in and ignored you, staring at Lewis. “Go to the store and buy some pads for Y/N. Now, please.”

“No fucking way. You do it,” said Dylan.

“Your sister is eating dinner. She is making progress with Dean whereas you give him reason to doubt everything. If you can’t even pretend to like your sister, you’re gonna do the fucking shopping, got it? Now, Y/N, do you need anything else?”

“Normal for the day, thick kind for night,” you said. “And get me some green apple shampoo and conditioner.”

“She doesn’t need-”

“Go. Now,” said Lewis. Dylan grumbled but left, the front door slamming elsewhere. “Pain in my ass that kid is. Always been so angry. He doesn’t think, doesn’t see the big picture.”

You let Lewis go off on a rant to himself as you ate, even eating a piece and a half cold straight out of the box. Lewis had stopped muttering when you finished, looking you up and down.

“Have enough?”

“Yes,” you said with a nod. “May I go to my room?”

“Across the hall from Dean,” he said. “You can take yourself. I’ll bring you your items when Dylan returns.”

“Thanks,” you said, sliding off the stool, pausing on your way out. “Can I ask you a question about Matty?”

“What about him?”

“Why not do whatever it was you did with Dylan with him? Matty’s more normal than he has any right to be,” you said.

“Because it’s always good to have contingencies,” he said. “We made a deal. Matty and you did what you were supposed to so Matty got to have TV and oreos and medicine when he was sick. Honor the deal and nothing bad happens.”

“You told me Matty was dead back at that farm,” you said.

“To test you. It’s clear this time around, you learned the lesson,” he said.

“I still hate you,” you said.

“I know you do. Go rest. Make yourself presentable for Dean. I want to start bright and early with him,” he said. You nodded and left the room, walking to the other side of the house. You entered the spare bedroom, similar to Dean’s in a way. The window in there wasn’t frosted and the bathroom had more things like soap and a toothbrush by the sink. You walked over to the bed and plopped down with a groan. All you wanted was a shower and to sleep.

You could shower later though and for the moment you had to come up with a plan to use your new independence to get Dean out before he got more than a few scratches.

Three Hours Later

You were sat up in bed when Lewis knocked on your door. He came inside and you watched him carefully.

“Get dressed. We’re gonna have a chat with Dean in a few minutes,” he said. “He attempted to shock himself with his sink. That’s a big no no. I warned him and he did it anyways.”

“What am I supposed to do?” you asked as you got up and stretched.

“Reiterate the sentiment that he was wrong to do that and then cut off his left pinky toe,” he said.

“Is that safe?” you asked.

“Very. You can cauterize it to stop the bleeding. Worked very well with Matthew,” he said.

“Give me ten minutes,” you said, yawning as you padded into the bathroom.

“You have five,” he said before he left. You started to change and throw your hair up in a bun, mentally freaking the fuck out. It was a test. You knew it was. A few cuts that would heal and cause no damage, you could force yourself to live with that. Actually hurting Dean though?

You knew you couldn’t do it. You were fucked. Unless Dylan had a sudden change of heart, you were absolutely fucked.

“Are you ready or what?” barked Dylan as he barged into the bathroom. You rolled your eyes and finished with your hair, glaring at him. “You won’t do it. I know you’re telling Lewis everything he wants to hear.”

“What exactly do you want to hear, Dylan? I’m sorry? I’m sorry I thought you were dead all these years? I’m sorry I didn’t know you were there to try and protect? What the fuck was I supposed to do? I was twelve. I was the same twelve year old girl that asked you to catch the bug in her room, the same twelve year old girl that used to make you watch stupid teenager movies instead of horror ones with her cause they scared me and you never made me feel bad about that. I looked up to you and when you were gone, when I knew the only thing that could keep Matty alive too was to do as told, that’s what I did. I am sorry for whatever happened to you, I am. But shit happened to me too and you don’t see me wanting to kill you for it.”

“You knew I was alive,” he grit out. You stared at him, your head cocked, Dylan looking away all of a sudden. “You didn’t, did you. You always...you would look at me like that when you were a kid and didn’t understand something. You never knew. He said you did.”

“Lewis lies,” you said. “If I’d known, either Matty or I had known, we would have gotten you out. You know what I did to get him out. I would have done whatever I had to for you too.”

“Just...hurry up,” he said, leaving quickly. You sighed and followed him out, fully prepared that this was either going to be the last few minutes of your life or the start of a very long and painful way towards it. You entered Dean’s room, Dylan inside and leaning against the wall. He handed you a knife and you looked over to Dean who was sitting zip tied to a chair. “Wait for Lewis.”

You nodded, Dean glancing over to you. He looked scared and you looked down, Dylan tutting.

“You can’t do it,” he said. He tore the knife out of your hand and went behind Dean.

“Yes I-” you said, Dylan slicing through the ties and the cuff on Dean’s ankle. Dean kicked him in the face and grabbed the knife, jumping to his feet and rushing over to you. “I was-”

“I know,” he said, shoving the knife into your palm. “I am half-drugged up right now and running off adrenaline so you gotta get us out of here.”

“Well that wasn’t very nice,” said Dylan as he got up, wiping off his bloody nose.

“Let us leave, Dylan,” you said, stepping in front of Dean.

“You gonna stab me if I don’t?” he asked. You swallowed, Dylan taking a step forward. “That’s a no.”

“He’s psychotic,” said Dean, throwing his arm over your shoulders, feeling him lean on you pretty good.

“He survived, like the rest of us,” you said. “Please, Dylan. Please help us. I know you’re smart. You know Lewis has lied to you before. Please.”

“Y/N,” said Dean, struggling to keep himself standing. “We gotta go.”

“Dylan,” you said.

“Give him to me,” said Dylan as he walked right in front of you. He hoisted Dean up onto his back, Dean muttering as he let his head rest on his shoulder. “Let’s move.”

He brushed past you and you followed him to a garage, Dylan laying Dean down in the back of your car. He slid behind the wheel and you joined in the passenger side, Dylan tearing out of there quickly.

“I took off the tracker on your car when I moved it inside and ditched the radio,” he said. Dean groaned in the back and you spun around. “He’s fine. It’s just to make him tired.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m dandy,” said Dean, laying his arm over his face. “Thanks for tearing up my scratches by the way, asshole.”

“Are you always such a whiny little bitch?” said Dylan. “I can drop you off right now for Lewis to come get if you want.”

“Hey,” you said. “Dean’s my family. Threatening him is the same as doing it to me.”

“I literally just threw away everything I’ve known for over a decade for what you said in that bathroom. Cut me some slack,” said Dylan.

“He’s not playing us, right?” asked Dean.

“I don’t think so,” you said, leaning over and pushing up Dylan’s right sleeve, revealing a few scars on his wrist. “Dylan, you can have a life. There’s a lot of us and one Lewis. He’s not invincible.”

“I almost let him bleed out,” he said with a laugh. “Back at the farm. You cut him good. But he was able to talk. He knows what to say. I should have...I should have let it happen and then gone and found you.”

“I don’t blame you,” you said. “You have to be on our side though, Dylan. I can convince them you’re on it but if you doubt me, I can’t do that.”

“How much do you two know about what happened to Dean as a kid?” he asked.

“He became obsessed with me and tried to kill my family. He killed my mom, in front of me, any other questions?” said Dean, forcing himself to sit up. You climbed in the back and he rested his head on your shoulder. “Y/N, before you talk, I know. It’s okay. We are one hundred percent okay. The second I got in that house, I realized how stupid I was. I knew you weren’t working for him. I always knew. I let myself get scared and that was a mistake. I still love you. I never stopped. I knew the second I saw you that you were working a plan.”

“You’re a really good actor,” you said, giving him a hug. “Did he-”

“He shocked him a few times,” said Dylan. “That’s it. You two can do this another time. Did you-”

“I’m doing this now,” you barked. “So shut the fuck up and get us far away from that house. Maybe stop in a drive through and get him some food while you’re at it.”

“Y/N. Maybe we shouldn’t snap at your brother,” said Dean, giving you a look.

“If I want to comfort the man I love, if I want some comfort after everything that went down the past two days, I’m gonna fucking take it,” you said. You huffed and felt Dean slowly slide his arm around your back, pulling you close.

“We’re okay,” he said. “S’okay. We’ll get some food for the road and then we’ll get far away from here. We’ll call Sam and it’ll all be okay.”

“We should have killed Lewis back there,” you said.

“Maybe but I’m in no position for a fight right now,” said Dean. “I needed you to get me out of there. I’m sorry I do such a shitty job at protecting you.”

“I am fine, Winchester. You protect me more than you know,” you said. You shut your eyes and felt Dean’s lips press a kiss to your temple. “I needed that.”

“Me too,” he said quietly.

“Feel okay?” you asked. He nodded.

“Tired. A little hard to move. I’m alright,” said Dean. “You?”

“Hungry but I’m good,” you said. You sat quietly for a few minutes running your fingers through Dean’s hair, feeling him relax around you. You lifted up the back of his shirt a bit, feeling a few small bandages over his back. You sighed but Dean nuzzled into your neck more with a hum.

“Love you,” he murmured, giving you the best hug he could manage.

“I know where he’ll go,” said Dylan. “If I’m allowed to speak that is. Not like you two are the only ones that went through something or anything.”

“I’m sorry for yelling, Dylan. If you have any information on what his next move might be, we’ll gladly take it,” you said.

“Why were you asking about when I knew Lewis as a kid again?” asked Dean as Dylan pulled into a burger joint drive through.

“It sounds like you’re missing part of the story,” said your brother. You caught his reflection in the rearview mirror and he looked back at the menu. “We’ll talk about this later. You two need food and then rest. It can wait until morning. Now what do you want to eat?”

“You look better,” said Dylan twenty minutes later. You were out of town, parked on the edge of some farmers field, Dean sat on the trunk while he ate.

“Not so foggy,” said Dean, taking a big bite of his third hamburger. You chewed on you chicken nugget, Dylan sipping his soda as quietly as he could. “Thanks for not being a psychopath anymore.”

“Probably still am one to be honest,” he said. “I hurt her and was going to hurt her and Matty even worse. That’s not normal.”

“No, it’s not,” said Dean. “Welcome to our lives.”

“Lewis said you have a hobby of killing bad people. He could never prove it but he suspected,” said Dylan.

“Yes, I do that,” said Dean, eating a handful of fries.

“You gonna kill me once Lewis is gone? I did kidnap you and hand you over to him,” he said.

“I could. I have a counter proposal,” he said. You glanced at Dean and he gave you a short smile. “One that doesn’t involve you getting killed.”

“Why would you take the chance of letting me live?” he asked.

“Because you have something very important to do. You need to be a big brother again. You need to have a real family again. I ain’t saying we’re normal. We talk about weird shit at dinner more often than not. But we all have had our lives changed by Lewis. We can help you start over. We find we work better together than apart,” said Dean.

“It doesn’t mean you can trust me,” he said. “What if I don’t want you people? What about then?”

“Dyl-” you started, Dean sliding off to the ground, steadying himself on the trunk.

“I ain’t gonna let you hurt your sister or brother or mine,” said Dean. “If you want to be pissed at someone, be pissed at me. I’m the reason Lewis ever came into your life in the first place.”

“That’s not exactly true,” said Dylan.

“Yes, it is,” you and Dean said.

“Your dad, John, he have any sort of strange animosity towards Y/N? Like, beyond what you’d expect? He not come by too often?” asked Dylan.

“Why?” asked Dean, carefully looking at you.

“There’s a reason Lewis picked you, Dean, and it’s not because he has a crush,” said Dylan. “You had the unfortunate luck of being oldest was all.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked. You crumbled up your trash and crossed your arms, Dylan tilting his head back.

“It means John has never told you the whole truth. You two know how to research for a kill I bet, plan it, execute. You’ve never gone and looked at your own lives though. You said it yourself, Y/N. You guys were kids. Kids don’t know the full story. I mean think about it. Why would a CEO’s family for a billion dollar corporation go into hiding? Why would Dean not get to go into witness protection with John and Sam? Why would the FBI get involved but never go after Lewis? Why Dean in the first place? Why not go after a much easier kid to mess with? Why would you pick a family with public visibility? Think about it.”

“But if he’s not obsessed with Dean, why-” you said, Dylan holding up his hands.

“I didn’t say the guy didn’t snap eventually. He definitely wants Dean and for good. But because he loves Dean? You’re both smarter than that,” said Dylan.

“Y/N,” said Dean. “Get ahold of Sam. Tell him we’re going to him. He needs to hear this.”

“Is that a good idea?” you asked.

“What do you say, Dylan?” asked Dean.

Dylan walked past you and opened the backdoor, rifling around in your bag for a moment before he stood back up with a shirt in his hands. He rolled it out and covered his eyes with it.

“Well it’s either this or you kill me and leave me out here. Your choice,” he said.

“I’ll drive. Dean, keeping your eating food, honey,” you said. You sat Dylan down in the backseat, Dean taking the rest of his food to the passenger side and climbing inside.

Ten minutes later you were heading towards the cabin safehouse, Dean letting out a burp. He looked over his shoulder, Dylan with his head down and staring at his lap.

“You okay back there?” asked Dean.

“I’m fine,” he said quietly. “I wouldn’t trust me either so it’s cool.”

You pressed your elbow against the window and rested your head in your hand, letting out a sigh.

“You watch sports? Football? Basketball?” asked Dean. You glanced over to him quickly, sitting upright again.

“Mostly football. NFL, college,” said Dylan. “This your attempt at bonding or something?”

“Well it’s a long drive and I think we’ll all go nuts if we don’t break the tension. Who’s your team?” asked Dean.

“Patriots,” he said.

“You are not earning yourself any brownie points with an answer like that,” laughed Dean. “Seriously? The Pats?”

“They’re very good at winning. You a fan of the Dolphins or some shit?” asked Dylan.

“Kansas City. Come on man. We’re from the area. You gotta go with your home team,” said Dean. “Y/N and I got tickets for Kansas State in a few weeks. Maybe you’d want to come? Ever been to a game?”

“No. Is that such a good idea?” asked Dylan.

“Well, I think we’ll all either be dead or Lewis will be in three weeks,” you said. “We can get an extra ticket if you want. Sam and Matty are gonna go too. It was supposed to be his first trip out.”

“Trip out?” asked Dylan.

“Matty has a new identity. We knew there’d be too many questions. He’s doing really good all things considered. He even passed his tenth grade state history test last week,” said Dean.

“You teach him school and shit?” asked Dylan.

“I want him to have as normal a life as possible. Maybe he’ll never fall in love or have kids or whatever but I want him to be able to go out to eat or see a football game or go on vacation to the beach,” you said.

“Lewis said he was stupid, didn’t know anything.”

“He’s not. He’s far less socially awkward than you’d expect. He’s grown a lot,” said Dean.

“I’m starting to realize Lewis lied about my siblings a lot.”

“Well, Y/N’s giving you a chance when we all know it’d be a lot easier to kill you and be done with it. I’m a serial killer and she calls me a good man. You might not know each other anymore but that should give you an idea of the kind of person she is,” said Dean.

“I know. If it’s gonna be awhile, I want to try and catch a few hours sleep if that’s alright,” he said.

“Sure. We’ll wake you when we get there,” said Dean. Dylan slumped back in his seat, still enough that you figured he was in a half sleep at least. Dean reached over and grabbed your hand, holding it across the console.

Even if he too eventually fell asleep, he didn’t let go for the next six hours.

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Imagine:

Erik walking in on the reader masturbating and she tries to cover herself with embarrassment

Bruce "Viper" Holmes. A notorious mobster and drug lord in Miami since the late 1980s. He had three older sons but one of them disowned his father and moved away to private property in the Virgin Islands with his wife and the other two were murdered. He has a daughter too, around 23 years old, a recent college graduate and her father's soft spot. She's a flower in the barrel of a gun. Calm his raging murderous storm. Bruce has her on a 24/7 watch with constant bodyguards. She really wanted to live on her own but they both knew that if she did, someone out there would try and kill her to get revenge for losing a loved one of their own because of Bruce. Then there is Killmonger. Bruce's personal hitman. He's been working with Bruce for years, a trusted partner who got the job done. Erik came and went whenever he had to pay a visit to Bruce. There was a new job that would earn him 1.8 million so Erik wasn't about to let that go. He showed up, dressed in all black and earning many scowls from Bruce's men. Erik could take out that entire room if he wanted to but Bruce paid him so well. Before he could step into his office, a girl opens the door, standing before Erik wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts, a fitted white crop top and her curly fro pulled up into a neat top knot bun. Erik took a cautious step back, fully admiring the girl from head to toe. Sexy as a motherfucker for sure. A little young but not too young.

"You must be Killmonger," She says with no regard. “How do you know who the fuck I am?”

“My father was saying something about you looking after me since my favorite bodyguard got shot and killed a week back. He told me to pick and I chose you.”

This didn’t sound like it involved earning 1.8 million dollars. This was a damn babysitting job. She was a grown-ass woman, not a kindergartner.

“Is he in there?” Erik didn’t care that he sounded irritated. He came to put a few bullets in somebody not play house.

“Yeah, he’s smoking his cigars,” His daughter looked at Erik very closely, an attitude on her face. Erik wanted to grab her little ass up and fix that face for her but this was his boss's daughter. He swallowed his pride, for now, giving her one final look before stepping into her father's office.

Sure enough, the 1.8 million was for watching over Y/N for him while he left town for 48 hours. Bruce told him that he only trusted Erik to get the job done because he knew Erik could hold his own and do what he’s supposed to do better than his other men. Everything Bruce said was true but Erik could be earning his money in a more meaningful way. And by meaningful that means killing. But, Y/N’s safety is important and Erik wouldn’t be able to live with her death on his conscious. Bruce left that very night leaving Erik in his Miami estate alone minus the two guards who kept watch from the outside of the house.

Erik made himself comfortable in a guest bedroom, staring angrily at his weapon bag that would not be put to use. A knock came to his room door, Erik getting up to open it. Y/N was the source of the knock. She had on a tight and short strapless body con dress colored baby blue with some rather scandalous heels on her feet and hair out in a cute curly fro. She was looking...real good. She had those titties all out, curves on display for any hungry nigga to hound her. Shit didn't make no sense how sexy Bruce's daughter was. Last time Erik had been with a woman was over three months ago

"I wanna go out." "Girl, I'm not taking your ass nowhere. Bruce said to keep you home since shit is popping off." She kissed her teeth, "So you mean to tell me, I got all dressed up for nothing?" Erik shrugs, "Ain't my problem, ma. I'm not tryna play hero and keep you safe in the middle of a shoot out. I need you as far away from that shit as possible." She was really pissed off with Erik. Her pretty round face was all scrunched up, arms folded and a pout on her lips. "I really thought you would be the chill one out of all my dad's old ass bodyguards but nope you're the same. Just as boring and annoying." She had a lot of mouth on her. Erik narrows his eyes at her, nostrils flared and lips set in a hard line. Y/N stepped off a bit, swallowing spit. "You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours before I fuck it." Y/N's jaw was on the floor. She was stunned. Y/N could not believe that Erik just said that to her. He couldn't believe it either but it was in Erik's character to say some shit like that to mouthy little bitches. He had a habit of degrading them by fucking their mouths until they gagged. Bruce's daughter may have an attitude but she wasn't used to that kind of treatment, Erik could tell. She probably got a tight as fuck pussy on her too, fuck that shit and feel like you're in some virgin pussy again.

Holy Shit. He was thinking about her pussy. These 48 hours are going to be hard.

"Is this how you talk to all the women you sleep with?" She was curious, leaning in closer to him. She had no respect for Erik's space now. "Don't worry about it. Just go back to your room, take this shit off, and relax, ma. You ain't going nowhere." "Wow," she rolls her eyes, "Remind me to never recommend you to be my new bodyguard again." "You're loss," he gave her a teasing smile. She glared at him, marching away from his door and back to her room. Erik couldn't help but stare at the bounce of her hips. She was very sexy and Bruce wasn't around to reprimand him for checking out his precious daughter.

Back in her room, making sure to slam the double doors shut and kick it for good measure, Y/N marched over to her bed like the brat she is, flopping down on the plush mattress covered in velvet bedding. Her phone was going off the hook too. Her girls were probably wondering where the fuck she was since she told them her bodyguard would be taking her out. Oh well, those plans were over. "Bitch ass, nigga," she complained to herself. Y/N was hoping to get some dick tonight too. An old college friend of hers that her father didn't really approve of but Y/N wanted a piece of was gonna be at that party. Ever since she graduated she hadn't had any dick. That was over a year ago. Her father was really strict with everything she did. Y/N appreciated it because she didn't want to end up like her brothers but at the same time, she wanted freedom. That's why she chose Killmonger. He was younger than her father's other henchmen, Wild from the talks she heard about him when she was being nosy, and he was sexy as fuck. She really thought about flashing him her titties to change his mind but he looked like a no-nonsense type so Y/N didn't try and taunt him. Although, he did taunt her.

Watch that pretty little mouth of yours before I fuck it.

Something stirred within her. The inner freak that had been locked away for so damn long. So he washed bitches mouths out with the dick? Disrespectful bitches got a dick in their mouths, huh? She liked that. She liked that a lot. He was so large compared to her. Definitely a Daddy for sure. Y/N would call Killmonger Daddy while he fucked her tight pussy. She just knew he had a big dick. None of the condoms she had would fit him. He'd have to pull out when he was about to cum.

If the condoms can't fit him, will his dick fit in me?

She couldn't help but let that thought cross her mind. Look at Y/N, thinking about fucking her dad's hitman. He was a murderer. Any other chick would be scared but Y/N... she wasn't a scaredy-cat at all. She'd be a big girl and fuck Killmonger. Killer and all. She wanted to see his guns...big guns plus a big dick would surely have Y/N on her knees or giving up the pussy.

"Fuck, I can't believe myself." She laughs, running her fingers over her heated flesh. Lord, she was horny now and ready to cum. Y/N lifts her dress up, body arched over the edge of the bed. She picks up a mirror from her side table that she used earlier to check her makeup, aiming it at her pussy from the back. She takes her other hand, pulling her panties down to see just how much of a mess she created from thinking about Killmonger. Sure enough, when she used her thumb to pull her panties to the side, a long string of nectar was connected to her panties from her phat pussy lips. She took in a sharp breath before releasing it longingly. Her pussy was so damn phat and wet right now thinking about him. "Killmonger, look what you did to me," she was so fucking horny. Y/N takes her fingers, pulling her lips apart, watching all that pink she has pop out and contrast beautifully against the brown of her outer lips. She tweaked her clit, a shiver running down her spine. Y/N starts popping her ass, watching all that slimy wet connect like her own personal glue to her pussy lips and her fingers. She'd never been this damn wet in her life. "Fuck," she moans, lifting up onto her knees to remove her dress. Fuck this shit, she needed to play with herself. Fully naked, Y/N gets off the bed, practically skipping over to her walk-in closet to retrieve her favorite pink dildo. This called for a squirt or two...maybe three. Just the thought of him being in a room down the hall probably wearing nothing right now or cleaning his guns made her shudder. She found her baby, kissing it before walking back to her bed. She grabbed her MacBook, a porn tab already up from the last video she watched. Y/N liked to watch black women masturbate, making themselves cream and squirt. She needed a video of a woman with a whole lot of ass getting drilled from behind this time around. She found her favorite, noticing the butt plug that the woman had and wishing she had one too. She likes anal.

Erik was freshly showered and dressed in a pair of black linen lounge pants that rested low on his hips. He did a lazy towel job on his body, water still dripping down the middle of his spine and on his chest. He was doing exactly what Y/N guessed; cleaning his guns. His favorite gun; a personalized Smith & Wesson. He still had a little blood around the barrel from his last job back in Germany. Unable to help himself, Erik kept thinking about Y/N and how he deprived her of going out. She was definitely grown and here he was making decisions for her like she was his daughter. He really didn't need the girl to go complaining to her father about Erik, making some shit up to mess up his money flow. Tossing his gun down, Erik looked up at himself in the mirror, his mind in a turmoil. With a risky decision, he decided to leave and go talk to the girl. Hopefully, turn the conversation around so that she could see his point of view. He left his room, walking within the dark hall of the estate to what he guessed was Y/N's room. It wasn't hard to find, her room was the only room with a glow of light coming from it. His footsteps were silent against the plush carpet as he finally stood face to face with the double doors to her bedroom suite. Erik places his fist into the open palm of his other hand, shifting on his bare feet to gather himself before knocking. Before he could, a wail came from her room. He froze, straining his ears to hear the sound again. Sure enough, the sound came back again, only this time, louder. Shit, if he was in his room, he'd probably hear it. Throwing caution to the wind, Erik grabs both handles, opening the door to see if she was okay. After all, he was ordered to protect her. The second he entered that room he wished he hadn't. Maybe he was lying to himself but the sheer embarrassment on Y/N's face made him feel guilty and ready to run from the estate altogether. Facedown, ass up, Y/N was thrusting a dildo into her pussy from the back while rubbing her clit. She was moaning and crying from how good her pussy felt before Erik disrupted her playtime. Her MacBook was opened, a compilation video of ebony women squirting and cumming all over the place. The cum loads from these women alone were massive and it stole Erik's attention for sure. He would buss a nut to the shit too. He even heard Killmonger roll off her tongue before she noticed him. Y/N's body rolled off of the bed, charging towards Erik with wide eyes before shoving his heavy body out of her room, slamming her doors shut. The sound echoed down the hall. Erik stood there, staring at those damn doors with shock. His mouth was hanging open, mind unable to unsee what he just saw. Erik heard silence now on the other side of the door, his hand coming up to knock softly. "Y/N, you decent now?" He asked. "Go awayyyyyyy Killmonger!" She sounded like she was crying. Damn, he embarrassed the hell out of her for opening those doors. "Don't you know how to fucking knock?!" "Yeah, I just thought some shit was happening to you...not...this..." "Wow," she was sniffling, "something was about to happen to me until you showed up!" She groaned loudly, probably yanking her hair too. "This is definitely not happening to me right now." Erik wanted to comfort her, reassure her that he was absolutely sorry for barging into her private moment like that. He wanted to say that to her but the slyness inside of him was happy he saw what he saw. She was a little freak. Cumming to other bitches cumming. He wanted to know what else she watched. If only she wasn't embarrassed and asked him to come and join her he would find out for himself while his dick was deep in that pussy. Speaking of pussy she had a nice phat wet puss. Her pussy creamed all over that neon pink dildo that she was thrusting in and out of that twat. He turned his back on the door, struggling if he should stay or go. Fuck, he really wanted to stay and finish what he messed up. He'd give anything to see that little pussy cum. His dick was bobbing up and down in his linen pants. Erik looked down at his crotch within the darkness, lips all poked out and eyes low while he stared at his dick twitching and knocking against the crotch of his pants. That monster wanted to be freed. He placed his face against the door, talking into the crack of the door so she could hear him clearly. "Y/N, please open up, I'm sorry, ma." He tried to sound as sincere as possible to get her to open those doors. His dick was even pressing into the door. The hard surface was the perfect amount of texture on his dick right now. "Erik lets out a soft sigh, "please?" "For what? So you can laugh at me? I don't think so. Go back to your room, asshole." "I said I didn't mean to, how many times do you want me to tell you I'm sorry?!" He was growing angry. His dick was too. He was hard as steel now. "Fuck your sorry. I am so fucking embarrassed right now." "Just open the goddamn door, shit." His begging finally worked. She flung her doors opened, body wrapped in a robe now and hair pulled up into a bun, she had her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face but she could not look into his eyes. He understands she was in a very very open position. Erik didn't like the change but she was still sexy no matter what. He hoped that she would have opened the door naked. "What the fuck is it?" "Watch your mouth talking to me," Erik fires back. "I'll talk to you however I please. My dad is paying you so that means you listen to what I say." She was looking at him now but her voice was shaky. She was so nervous and still very embarrassed. "See, your dad is paying me. Not you. And you listen to what I say, Y/N. I see you ain't leave this fucking house." "Watch I put my dress and heels on and leave right now." "I fucking dare you to try me," Erik was sizing her up now, his body bumping into hers, pushing her further into the room. He was inside again, the sweet smell of her sex around him. She must have been in here cumming back to back. Erik let his eyes linger on the bed. Sure enough, there was a large ass wet spot in the center. "Damn, you did all that?" He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. Y/N covered her face, walking away to use the velvet bedding to hide her mess. "Nah, ain't no shame in that, ma, let it show." She was growing hot again. Her pussy was begging to cum, she was right...there. And in comes this big nigga.

Damn...he actually came in my room

She wanted to rip that robe off and stuff her fingers in her pussy.

"What's wrong now, Y/N?" "You. It's your fault. Just get the fuck out." "So you can moan my name again?" She turns to him slowly, taking him in fully now since he wasn't in that dark hall anymore. His thick dick was standing straight out at her with no regard. Muscles carved into his lean body, tiny raised scars all over him symmetrical. He didn't even hide how horny he was. She was correct, her condoms would not fit around that dick. He would break them bitches before she could even get it down and around him. His big dick ass had her sucking on her bottom lip now to control herself. That inner freak was ready to pounce. "Y/N." Erik was walking up on her now, his dick pressed into her ass. "Shit," she sounds out, looking at him over her shoulder with a roll of her eyes. "You tryna get me in trouble?" He spoke in a low tone. "No. You won't anyway. All surveillance is off in the house except for outside." "Hmm," Erik looked down on her ass cheeks. His dick was in between both of them. "Now why would you do that?" "Because I can." "Because you can," Erik repeated her words. "It's my fucking house." "See...I like you." She was dying to hear those words. At this point, there was no turning back. He was in her bedroom now with his dick between her cheeks. This shit was totally off-limits. "You ain't scared of me?" The touch he gave to her chin made her booty arch into his crotch further. "No. I ain't scared of men like you." "Oh, Forreal?" He was smiling down at her with this glint in his eyes. "I see men like you every day in my house. What makes you any different?" He laughs, "Because I'm not like these men that walk around your father's house. I'm Killmonger, there's a difference. You should know, you chose me, right?" He had a good point. Y/N could tell from jump that he was nothing like the other men. "Yeah, I could see that." "So then ima ask your ass again, you ain't scared of me?" She shakes her head no. "Open your fucking mouth." "NO." She let him know real quick. Erik presses his lips to her ear, "You definitely ain't going nowhere since you so brave, babygirl." What exactly was he referring to? Was he gonna fuck her so good that she would need her meals brought to her bed? "Where's that dildo?" He asked with his eyes still on her. Y/N pointed to the bed, Erik noticing it on her laptop keyboard. "Pick it up." She did, holding it around the fake silicone balls since the rest was so wet and covered in her cream. That fake dick was drenched in her essence. "Suck it off." She gave him a look to challenge his words but Erik gave her a much harder look that had her flinching and popping that dick in her mouth. He watched her suck it, her jaws all sunken in and the cream disappearing. "So that's what that mouth do?" She even licked the balls to catch the bit that spilled there. "How you fuck that pussy?" "With my legs wide open, from the back, and I rode it." "Shit, how you ride it? You did that shit on your tiptoes?" "Yeah, I stuck the suction on that chair right there." Erik looked over in the corner to find an acrylic glitter desk chair. "Bruce little girl is a freak," Erik laughs, "Bought to let her bodyguard hit." "I-you wanna fuck me?" She thought he wanted to fuck her with the dildo, the only dick her pussy really knew not his monstrous dick. "Only if you want me to." "Please." Fuck that dildo. Y/N tossed it back onto the bed, taking off her robe with the quickness. Erik raises both of his brows at that, loving how ready she is to take some dick. She stood before him, nude once again. A nice curvy body with smooth brown skin. Mouthwatering for sure. "Put on another video you like to watch, I wanna see." Y/N went to lay on her belly, ass up and bouncing for Erik to see. He removed his pants, his dick leaking with pre-cum and sticking to his leg. He watched her pull up a video of a sexy couple. The man was eating her pussy, slobbering on that shit. The loud munching sounds had Erik grunting and reaching out to smack Y/N's ass hard. She looked back at him, making her ass shake so he can do it again. Erik gave her what she wanted with his large calloused hands. He was definitely an experienced man for sure. "Get on your back, I'm eating that pussy." She flips over, opening her legs to show Erik all the creamy goodness that spilled from her. She was a goddamn mess down there. He got down between her legs, angling the laptop so he could watch it with her while he ate her pussy. As soon as the man in the video started sucking on his girl's clit, Erik did the same to Y/N. She was so overwhelmed by it that her thighs kept trying to close. Erik took her calves, thrusting them forward so that her toes touched the bed and her pussy and ass were open for him. He went to work on her little ass, his eyes looking from her to that screen. Whenever the guy in the video sucked, Erik sucked. Whenever he French kisses her all over the inside, Erik did too. She was so sloppy on his mouth. Erik was so happy to be eating pussy again that he didn't say a damn word. The only sounds he made were munching, smacking of lips, tongue flicking, and popping of his mouth off her clit and inner folds. Y/N was having a fit. She was trying to watch the action on the laptop but Erik kept pulling her away. He was devouring her slit. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore he had his fingers thrusting inside of her pussy while sucking on her clit. Three of those fingers. Her eyes rolled, head bobbing back and forth. She had no feeling in her legs left from how big she came on Erik's fingers and tongue. She trembled and trembled. But yet he was still going. "That's enough, Killmonger," she let out a sharp moan. "Stop!!" Before she could push his head away she was squirting. She covered his chest and the bed with all her mess. He pulled his fingers out before sucking on them with his long slippery tongue. Now, he was on his feet, kneeling on the bed. He had one hand around his dick while the other rested over his nuts. "Pull up a dick sucking video." "You do it." She tells him while still trying to recover from the atomic bomb head she just received. Erik leans over her, the smell of the soap he used on his skin surrounding her and causing her to kiss his neck. He didn't complain about that so she continued. Erik pulled up a favorite of his. One where the girl was talking into the camera, begging the nigga to cum on her face. This always had Erik busting a huge nut. "Bring your mouthy ass over here and suck my dick." He ordered. Y/N timidly grabs his dick, jerking it slowly to get a feel of the weight on him. This shit must drag when he walked. "I know it's a lot but you can take it." She kissed the tip of his dick before looking up at him to see if he liked it. "Keep going, I ain't tell you to stop." She wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick now. She sucked softly, little moans coming from her mouth at the same time. "You should see how that little mouth looking right now. You can't even fit me in there." She tried to challenge his words, lowering herself further down his dick. She could only make it to half the dick. Even that was too much for her. "It's okay...relax, ma. Take your time with it." She did her thing, tight pouty lips gliding over him all delicate. He was enjoying the soft way she sucked his pipe. Her spit bubbles around him dripping to her chest caused Erik to grab her curly bun. He started thrusting his hips, Y/N looking up at him with fearful eyes. "Relax, I got you, sweetie," she reached out to stop his hips from moving forward, "I promise I won't go too rough, I promise." She still held her hands on his hips but her mouth relaxed around Erik, allowing him to fuck her mouth at a pace she could tolerate. The sound of her spit building on her tongue and Erik's dick hitting her throat was music. She squeezed her eyes because he got a little too happy, her throat tightening around him. "FUCK, I ain't mean to I swear," He spoke in a hushed tone. He was so damn close to cumming in this girl's mouth. Her tight mouth. "Damn, your lips so tight." His eyes fluttered. She felt like the side of her lips would split in half from how thick he was becoming. She tried to open up wider but there was no use. Y/N breathed through her nose, allowing Erik to finish off. He was a challenge for her. "Shit-shit-take it, take all this dick!" The minute his cum hit her throat she gagged, Erik holding her in place so he could finish out within her mouth. He pulled out, his dick bouncing in her face and the last bits of his cum shooting onto her cheek. She looked so shocked at his action. Her fingers went up to scoop it up and into her mouth. "You are such a big girl. Did so well for Daddy." "You cum a lot, Killmonger." "You like that, don't you?" "Yes." Erik bit his lip, "get on your back, ima fuck the shit outta you." Y/N got onto her back but she didn't want it like that. She wanted him to fuck her from the back. She wanted to see how it felt taking his generous dick with her ass in the air. "What's wrong now Y/N," Erik spoke with annoyance. "I want you to fuck me from the back." "...see, I don't know if you can take it like that yet, ma. You'll feel me in your stomach if I do that." "So," Y/N turned around, arching her back, reaching behind her to pull her pussy lips apart. "Is it still too much?" She teased. This was how she imagined Erik would fuck her when he walked in. He might as well take her pussy like this. "Shit ain't too much for me, this dick gonna be too much for you. But since you such a hard-headed bitch Ima give you what you want." Erik fixes her arch. She thought she was positioned the right way. Nope, Erik needs her face and shoulders pressed into the bed with her ass angled all the way up to where Erik could have a deeper thrust. She looked back at him, nibbling on her fingers to calm herself. "You looking real nervous for a chick who ain't afraid." Erik beat his dick on her clit. "I'm not afraid." She spoke softly. Erik didn't have anything more to say to her. He grabs his dick, bringing it to her velvety hole and sinking it right in. He didn't give Y/N time to think. He was all the way inside of her. Erik got in her pussy in one clean motion. She had her eyes closed briefly before opening them to show Erik how watery they were. She thugged it out and Erik was impressed, for now. He was frozen, his dick still buried. "Y/N." "I'm good," she was ready. "Bet." Erik pulled out to the tip of his dick, his eyes watching the muscles in her back flex. She was spread wide for him. He thrust back in swiftly, his balls hitting her clit. That sensation had Y/N whispering something into the crease of her arm. Probably saying how good and thick his dick is. "Faster," she begged. Erik built up speed, her ass making that sound he loved whenever he fucked bitches from the back. She was clapping all over him. Y/N felt it in her belly. It was something she couldn't really feel with her dildo. "OhmyGod!" She screams. Her hands reached out in front of her to grab hold of the cum stained sheets, balling it up with her fists. Erik was beating the breaks off her pussy at this point. He would grunt and moan real low but Y/N could hear it. "Killmonger, you're stretching me!" He slowed down, before picking up the pace some more. The shit was amazing. She was wrapped around his dick perfectly. "You gonna make me bust early in this pussy, girl! look at this pussy, loving all this dick I'm giving her!" She likes that he referred to her pussy as "her" it made her attempt to throw it back on him but her hips were so weak. "OhmiiGod you're so big!" She cried. Erik gave Y/N a thunderous slap to her ass before grabbing her shoulders to pound into her some more. Her head fell forward, moans and groans stuck in her throat. "I got you arched over this dick, girl," she tried to move but Erik was right there with her, "Stop it, ma. You were doing so well. Daddy was proud of you for taking this dick." "It's just so deep." "I told you, didn't I? It's too late now I like fucking you like this." She was in his control. Y/N's pussy leaked so much on his dick she couldn't keep count. It was so sensitive to his long and fat dick. It's because he's so big and she's so tight. "Fuck, you're tearing my pussy up!" Erik pulls out, Y/N's juices following right behind him and onto the bed. She flips over, bringing her legs up for Erik to grab. "You don't waste no time," He says in a teasing manner. Erik takes her calves again, stretching them all the way back so her toes could touch the bed. "Such a nasty girl with this pussy spread open for me." His dick was inside of her again. She watched with pure bliss to the point of tears. He was doing push-ups in her pussy. Erik moves his hips in a circular motion creating a new sensation inside of her that had Y/N's toes curling. "Wet pussy, I fucking love it." "Yes!" She had her hands on Erik's hips, pulling him further inside of her like he wasn't already deep. "Shit," He looked down at her, "grab my nuts, squeeze them." She did, squeezing and massaging them. Erik was no more good. "Now you're squeezing my dick and nuts. Getting all of me tonight, huh?" "Fuck yeah." "You gonna let me cum all over this pussy?" "Yes, Daddy." "You gonna let me cum all over this good pussy?" "Yes, Daddy." "You fucking better!-shit, mmhmm Ima give you what you want, fuck, girl you got me cumming!" Erik shot thick ropes of cum onto Y/N's phat pussy lips. Y/N reached between them to stroke him, more cum shooting out and onto her belly. The feeling was too much. This girl was covered in his cum. Pussy looking like a cream pie. Y/N rubbed it between her folds before taking her fingers to suck on. "Can you stay the night with me?" She asked between sucking. Erik gave her a sly smile before shaking his head, "I don't think so, ma. I already fucked up coming in here. Thank God you disabled the surveillance in the house. I ain't tryna die because I fucked my boss's daughter." "Please?" "Only until you fall asleep." "Fine." Erik puts his pants on, watching Y/N get up from the bed to change her sheets. "Ima go check my phone to see if your dad tried to get in contact with me." "Okay," Y/N watched Erik leave the room and down the dark hall. She wanted to squeal, jump for joy, dance, anything to express her excitement. That was the most memorable sex she's ever had. It's sad that it had to be because of this sticky situation but she didn't regret it all. Now she didn't want her father to return home for a while. If she could get some dick from Killmonger she'd be more than happy. Fuck spending time with her friends, there was an entire estate for her and Erik to have fun in. She placed her sheets in a hamper before returning with fresh ones. Erik was back in her room now, closing the door. "I had a talk with your Father." Y/N's heart sank, Erik laughing at her expression. "You gotta learn to relax, Y/N. All he said was that his trip is gonna have to be extended another six days." "Six days?!" She closed her eyes, Erik laughing at her excitement. "Yeah, some shit about business running slower than usual. Plus, he had to off a few lousy men so he might come home short two henchmen." "So, what does that mean for you?" "That means I'm 2 million dollars richer." "You're still gonna watch over me?" Erik couldn't help but give Y/N his lady killer smile. She blushes, turning to put on her robe. "Yeah, you don't plan on telling Bruce that you don't like me as a bodyguard, right?" "I only said that because you didn't let me go out!" Y/N argued back. "But now you want me around," Erik licks his lips, "I gave you some dick now you want me to stay." He didn't have to put it like that but it was halfway true. Y/N wasn't going to say anything to Bruce about Killmonger. "Killmonger, you have good dick, okay? Now, stay the night with me, please?" She gave him her best pout and innocent eyes. "You are really gonna get me in trouble."

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Sexy Drug [Yoongi x Reader]

credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

Requests opened // m.list

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Oral (f), anal (f), creampie, alpha, etc

Wolf: Kook - Tae - Jimin - Joon - Hobi

Summary: Sexy girl I just fell in love, you should try it it’s a hell of a drug - “Sexy Drug” Falling in Reverse

WC: 5.9k

A/N: I cannot believe I only have Seokjin and I’m finished with this au. I will be writing second parts to those that have requested them, but they won’t come out right away. Ah, thank you for the love and support y’all :)

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Yoongi wasn't known to be interested in anything but sleeping and working. Since he was a music producer, he spent most of his time in his studio. Mixing and writing anything and everything under the sun. He enjoyed what he did for the most part. The only time he hated it was when he would have to drive for hours for certain music shows. Although he’d never appear on the screen, he would celebrate with the artist whoever won the award that he wrote the song for.

Nowadays, Yoongi spent most of his time tucked away in his studio, as he was too busy to hang out with anyone. One afternoon, Yoongi was lying down on his couch when his phone buzzed. He groaned, rolling over to pick it up and see who texted him.

“Why the -” Yoongi pauses, noticing that Namjoon sent a message out. He was curious as to why they had to hold an emergency meeting, but he wasn’t going to start complaining now. He simply set his phone down, then proceeds to grab a few things. If he was going to be out with his members, he might as well look somewhat decent. And if they were going to get food, he would need his wallet just in case Jungkook decided to be sneaky again.

He gathered his things and removed himself from his studio. Then grabbed the next subway towards the center of the city where they would all be meeting. When he arrived at the nearby cafe, he noticed Taehyung was pacing back and forth. His hair was a complete mess, and he looked like he just saw a ghost. Then, his eyes glanced over towards Namjoon and Seokjin. Both of whom looked like they were having a serious conversation.

“Ah, who’s going to get coffee?” Yoongi questions slipping himself in the booth with his hands in his pockets. Both wolves stopped their conversation to watch Yoongi slip beside them. Namjoon gave him a warm smile while Seokjin looked like he wanted to murder Taehyung.

“I will hyung,” Namjoon answers, merely waiting for the others to show up. A few seconds later, Jimin and Jungkook came waltzing in, then Hoseok behind them. Yoongi never understood why Jungkook wanted to cover his entire body with tattoos, but it was his choice in the first place. Plus, Seokjin really couldn’t say no to him, considering that man spoiled Jungkook a little more than he should.

Not to mention, they both had an obsession with tattoos in the first place. Seokjin dropping out of college to become an artist and Jungkook following his art to the ends of the earth. So basically, Jungkook was a living breathing canvas for Seokjin, and it wasn’t going to stop until his entire body was covered.

“Oh good because I was just about to take my cat nap.” Yoongi quickly retorts, pushing himself all the way towards the window as the other wolves slide themselves in as well. This perked Seokjin’s attention, and he simply rolled his eyes at the younger wolf. He didn’t need to say anything because his expression was enough to get his point across. Taehyung still didn’t sit down beside them, and his pacing was starting to get under Yoongi’s skin.

“For the love of God, Taehyung,” Yoongi starts noticing that Taehyung paused in his pacing. “What the hell is going on where you’re pacing so much?” Yoongi usually became a little crankier whenever he didn’t get his afternoon nap. If he wanted to watch Taehyung pace back and forth the entire time, he would have done so earlier in the day when he was up to. Now, his patience was growing thin, and he didn’t want to sit around for nothing.

“That’s why we’re all here,” Namjoon says, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow as the others were interested as well too. Seokjin, on the other hand, looked as if he was about to punch something or someone. Yoongi was starting to connect the dots, and he turns his head towards the younger wolf.

“You didn’t do what I think you did...did you?” Taehyung’s face paled, and he avoided answering that question. Then, Jimin groans loudly and slips in his seat as he let the cat out of the bag.

“We told you not to go to school when you were like that!” He scolds, bringing a small hand up to rub his face. “Now look at the mess you’re in...” Jimin mumbles, looking away from his friend. Yoongi didn’t have any words, none the less he could feel Taehyung shrinking in his seat. This was going to be a long meeting if Taehyung did what he suspected.

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Slowly, Yoongi moves back towards his studio. He blocks the memory of the meeting out of his head like it was a nightmare. He didn’t want to think about it any further, so Yoongi was repressing it. On his way back, he paused at the corner of the street he usually turned on. His eyes glanced over towards the figure. Who was leaning against the stop sign with a lollipop in their mouth. He cocked his head a bit to the side, intrigued by this person.

You wore tight jeans and a leather jacket. Your half your hair was pulled back into braids as the other side was long and straightened. You wore light makeup that made your eyes pop, as well as some jewelry around your wrist and fingers. To finish the look, black combat boots covered your feet. You were sucking on a lollipop as it was the only source of food you had at the moment, considering that you didn’t have any money to go out and buy something delicious.

When Yoongi approached you, you didn’t make a sound. Nor did you give him any sign that you noticed him approaching. It was only when he stood right across from you did you finally lock eyes with him. One of the first things you noticed was how dark his eyes were. They were almost as dark as your brothers but probably lighter. You couldn’t tell due to the night sky and what little light was around you.

“May I help you?” You asked, shifting your stance against the sign. Yoongi simply stood there, his head tilted to the side. He wasn’t checking you out, because he didn’t have that look of lust or any other disgusting qualities. Instead, he seemed curious about you. The way his brow furrowed and scrunched, while his nose crinkled slightly.

“You’re not a witch, are you?” Yoongi bluntly asks. At first, you didn’t understand what he was asking, then, you noticed something you hadn’t before. The moon wasn’t full yet, but due to your own magical powers, you could usually see through someone’s disguise if they weren’t human.

The wolf he kept secret made its appearance right before your eyes. It was how the shadow manipulated itself to show the large creature off. This time, you straightened yourself and popped the sucker from your mouth.

“And what’s it to ya?” kicking your left leg out and around. Yoongi crinkled his nose again and then turned his head to the side. Breaking eye contact with you as he shifts uncomfortably under your gaze.

“I usually don’t see witches in this part of town,” Yoongi mentions, finally turning his head back to lock eye contact with you. You didn’t see it before, but this time you noticed the amber glow to his eyes. He wasn’t indicating that he was about to change, nor was Yoongi indicating he was in some type of rut, but once again, it was the wolf behind it all. Showing off his alpha pride as if he was trying to court you, or scare you. Neither of which affected you in any way, but you found it amusing.

This time, you pushed yourself off the sign and moved closer to him. So close that Yoongi had to take a step back because you were invading personal space. Your eyes glowed a bright purple, showing off your own magic. “Well, sir,” you whispered the color starting to darken as your emotions became filled with amusement rather than what his wolf wanted you to feel. “I guess you’ll just have to start getting used to it, huh?” then you popped the sucker back in your mouth and made your way around him.

Yoongi stood there for a few seconds, then turned around to see if he could spot you. But because you used magically to disappear, the second he turned around, you were gone. A low growl emanated from his throat as he stormed off towards his studio while another headache started to brew.

The nights continued like such. You leaning against the stop sign and Yoongi often stopping to briefly talk to you. At first, he saw it as a small annoyance and would usually try to pass you. However, you often stopped him and snuck a conversation upon him. You were conditionally training him, much like Pavol, to his dogs.

What fun experiment it became until one night you witness his wolf for the first time. Like usual, you were leaning against the stop sign minding your own business. It was the middle of the night, and the full moon was bright and high. You assumed that Yoongi wasn’t going to show up, considering that he would probably be running in the woods with his pack. How you figured out each other's names was by accident as both of you didn’t want to learn who the other person was. Nonetheless, it was going to happen sooner or later.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand when you heard a low growl from the right. Immediately, you pushed yourself from the sign as you felt a magical energy pulse through your veins. You turned to face where the sound came from and was met was a large black wolf. For an alpha, you were surprised that he was smaller than you’ve seen. Maybe by a few inches, but you couldn’t quite tell glancing at him.

How you knew it was Yoongi was because you had seen his wolf before. Although this time, it wasn’t from the shadows. Yoongi moves closer, bowing his head and then bumping it into your body gently. At first, you didn’t understand what he was doing, but then you realized he was probably trying to get you to calm down.

Maybe your demeanor was off, or different. Of course, it would be because he scared the living crap out of you. “My first question is why the hell are you here?” watching as Yoongi’s wolf sat down like any animal would. His front paws came out while he tucked his back, paws behind him. He stood straight and bowed his head in your direction.

At the question, Yoongi tilted his head to the side. He, too, was confused why he suddenly appeared here, but he couldn’t only say it to you. Instead, he lowered his body, so his head was in front of yours. He wanted you to pet him and damn it you wanted it too. Sighing, you reached out and began to scratch the top of his head. Getting right behind his left ear, making him close his eyes. This felt like he was getting all cozy with you. Almost like he wanted you to be his mate, something you were opposed to at first.

You only knew Yoongi for a little over three weeks. Within those three weeks, you started to develop a small crush for him. He was blunt, sarcastic but overall a soft cinnamon roll. His company was something you did look forward to each night; he came home as his presence was the high light of your day. It seemed that Yoongi felt the same. However, you didn’t quite know because you didn’t want to ask.

Yoongi pushed your hand to other parts of his head; he loved feeling the scratches you gave him. He only pulled back when you did and locked eye contact with him. “Maybe you should head off before someone sees you,” you whispered, pushing your hand back into your pockets. Yoongi made a pouting like face, which made you laugh.

This was the first time Yoongi had heard you laugh at anything. He was surprised by how the sound hit his heart as he wanted to hear more. When you calmed down, you brought a hand out to touch the side of his nose gently. “Please Yoongi,” the way his name left your lips made his heard pound once again. “The last thing I want is to see a wolf I’ve started to enjoy, get killed.” then, you started to pace back into the night.

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The other members caught on quickly that someone had caught Yoongi’s eye. They could tell by how his demeanor had changed rather quickly. It wasn’t that he didn’t seem happier to be around the members, but it seemed as if he became over thrilled and excited. He often part took in small activities that he usually wouldn’t have, and that shocked everyone.

“Okay, what the hell is going on with you?” Jungkook asks one afternoon as they were heading towards the usual cafe. The younger boys were on their fall break as the eldest decided to take the weekend off. Yoongi tilts his head to the side, acting like he was unaware of what Jungkook was talking about. Yoongi had noticed it himself as every night he seemed excited to leave them. The way you unconditionally trained him to stop at that sign had worked, but it had also brought feelings for both sides.

None of which would openly admit it again like the first evening he showed up as his wolf. Taehyung came up behind Yoongi and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. A small grunt escaped his lips as he tried to glare over his shoulder at the younger wolf. “I think he’s falling in love.” Taehyung purrs reaching around to squeeze his brother’s cheeks.

Yoongi pushed him off so quickly, it made Taehyung and a few others laugh as well. What he wasn’t going to admit to them that he was falling in love. But, since they were bound to each other, they could easily read it from his emotions and how he held himself. At this point, four out of the seven members had already had mates.

One of which was a vampire, a hunter, and two humans. Yoongi still couldn’t get over how Namjoon mated with a hunter, but he wasn’t going to start complaining because he wanted to mate with a witch.

“Shut up,” Yoongi grumbles turning the corner with his pack. As he did so, he felt your presence almost immediately. You stood outside of the cafe, having a heated argument with someone Yoongi didn’t realize. That someone was the opposite sex and something buried deep in his chest as he saw you. Yoongi paused in his tracks as he observed what was going on.

Even though he couldn’t hear what the argument was about, he could tell that you were on the brim of tears. The way you held yourself so strong sometimes amazed him. “Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin questions as all six of them paused to watch what Yoongi would do. They all assumed that whomever he was looking at was the mysterious girl he fell in love with, but yet, they were more concerned about him.

Yoongi didn’t notice it, but his body began to shake with anger. His eyes slowly started to turn that bright amber color as he watched from afar. Then, everything happened so suddenly. Namjoon yelled for Yoongi, but he couldn’t hear anything except for the blood pounding in his ears.

The man you were arguing with pulled his hand back and smacked you so hard you lost balance. Everything went red as Yoongi charged forward snarling. The man turned to watch as Yoongi wrapped his hands around his neck and tackled him to the ground. Teeth bared and eyes dark with rage. All Yoongi wanted to do was kill him for harming you, for making you want to cry.

“Jungkook!” Namjoon yelled, running towards the scene as the man below Yoongi started to gasp for air. Jungkook took long strides to catch up to the scene as he began to use his strength to pull Yoongi off. Namjoon moved towards you as he first asked if you were okay. With Seokjin’s help, they pushed you to the side as the other three were attempting to get Yoongi off of the man below him.

“I could kill you,” Yoongi snarls his nails starting to break skin. “Don’t you ever lay a hand on what’s mine.” As Namjoon was helping you get up, those words hit you differently. It wasn’t like you were upset at him saying it, but it shocked you. Their questions asking if you were okay were starting to become a blur as you watched Jungkook’s grip tighten around Yoongi’s arms.

Jimin helped your ex up and demanded him leave as quickly as possible before anything else happened. He glanced towards you, then back at the raging wolf. Your ex knew of the supernatural, yet he had never encountered anything outside of witches and wizards.

“You should go,” You started in a meek voice. “I don’t think...I don’t think you should be here.” You continued now, turning yourself away from all of their gazes. Your ex simply moved a few paces back and then did a light jog away. You turned towards Namjoon, assuming he was the leader since he called everyone to action. You didn’t look at Yoongi as you could feel his anger still boiling inside.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked for what seemed like the 100th time. You simply shook your head in silence, then reached out to touch his arm only to remove it swiftly. Without saying anything, you headed off in a different direction to clear your head. Leaving the rest of the pack to settle Yoongi down in any way possible they could.

Later that night, you didn’t show up to the stop sign. Yoongi strolled in only to be disappointed in not seeing your face. He pauses where you frequently stood, leaned up against the object, and looked up at the sky. Whatever came over him, he couldn’t describe or explain. However, he could feel himself starting to get more irritated the closer he got to his own heat like cycle.

It was more commonly known as a rut. When an alpha male would be driven by the lust for however long, he stayed in it, and for Yoongi, he usually got irritated easier the closer he came to it. Yet he always locked himself in his studio to allow it to pass. Now since he found someone to ponder over and slowly fall in love with, the only thoughts he had were mating you.

Watching you submit under him and many other dirty things floated in his mind. Yoongi wanted to try and explain himself, but he assumed you weren’t coming tonight. So, he pushed himself from the stop sign and made his way back towards his studio. Maybe there he would find some peace and quiet.

Yet it wouldn’t come for him. His body became drenched with sweat as his pupils dilated. His heart rate quickened, and most of his blood flow went in between his legs. Usually, he would be able to work in such conditions, but since this was the first time he’d experienced love - it was all different.

His thirst for you was enough to cause Yoongi to make him aggressive. He found himself tearing up pillows and throwing anything he could get his hands on. In doing so, Yoongi was so focused on what he was doing that he didn’t realize you entering his studio. It was only then when you cleared your throat, and his body stiffened.

First, Yoongi wanted to grab something to hit whoever came in. Second, when he smelled who it was, he was confused then assumed you must’ve gotten in with your magic. It was still considered as breaking and entering, but he wasn’t going to question your motives. Yoongi didn’t turn around to face you; instead, he stood there with his back straight and jaw clenched.

“So this is what you do when you’re horny,” You mused, shutting the studio door behind you and leaning against the wall. Yoongi didn’t answer.

“Ah, playing tough silent alpha roll now, aren’t we,” You continued lowering yourself on his couch. One of the few pieces of furniture that weren’t affected by his hormonal rage. Once again, Yoongi didn’t turn around, but he did respond to you.

“How did you know?”

You simply shrugged your shoulders, not that he would see it, as it was your way of answering him silently. Then, a verbal answer came forth. “I never know when alpha’s get like this, but I can usually tell the signs. Not that the sign from earlier was any indication, but just hearing you raging outside was enough for me to make an assumption” You crossed your legs at the knee, hands sitting on your thighs as you still glanced in his direction.

Yoongi was going to answer, but you simply cut him off by starting off from where you left him at the cafe. “I can tell you want to mate me Yoongi, hell I wouldn’t mind you biting me right now either because I would love to spend the rest of my life with you.” you paused craning your neck to the side. “And I will admit what you did back there was one hell of a turn on.”

Now that made Yoongi spin where he was standing. When his eyes locked on your form, he could feel his wolf growling deep in his throat. You wore tight leather jeans that extenuated your curves and a white crop top that was showing the underside of your breast. Which you weren’t wearing a bra, to begin with, so he saw your nipples perk underneath the fabric.

Your hair was styled the way it had been the first night you saw him, but your face held very little makeup. Besides the bright red lipstick that seemed to be calling him to smear and destroy. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you while he tried to keep any and all sources of control. But just seeing you like this was hard for him to stay in power.

You noticed his demeanor change instantly when he turned around, so you played with it. Spreading your legs and making small movements against your thighs. Which made his eyes focus directly on them, never leaving even as he spoke up.

“You don’t know the things you do to me,” he mumbles, taking one small step forwards.

“I have somewhat of an assumption of what I can do to you.” you continued on that thought, then poked your tongue out to bite gently on it. Yoongi’s eyes snapped from your fingers and to your face. The seductive nature you suddenly brought was enough to make him growl.

“Well c’mon alpha,” You start heckling him over like an owner would to their pet. “I don’t have all day.”

That’s when Yoongi lost all sense of reality and control. He took two strides forward, wrapped his arms around your thighs and hoisted you up. Wrapping your legs around his middle as he slammed your body against the wall. Creating a dent that he would eventually fix later.

You grunted at his rough nature only for you to get distracted by his rougher kiss. His lips captured yours in what could only be described as a drunken, lustful encounter. His long fingers began rolling and kneading your thighs like he was messing around with dough. Yoongi positioned himself in between your legs with one knee pressing up into your ass to hold your body upright.

When Yoongi pulled away, hot, heavy pants escaped both parties as breathing was important. You let out a shaky laugh, rolling your head back and looking at the ceiling. “Having funt here?” You mused, attempting to push your body into his. Yoongi didn’t answer; instead, he gave a simple smack to your thighs.

This caught your attention as you moved your head back to look at him. His eyes were brighter than they usually would be, that amber hue poking its way in. Yoongi uses one arm to hold your body close to his as he sneaks the other up your back. You shiver at his cool tough, not expecting it right away. He wraps it around and pushes the fabric up, eyes widening at the sight of your breasts.

“This can’t be the first time -” You pause only for Yoongi to glance back as his expression said no. You didn’t say anything else because he decided to fill the silence with his low voice.

“Y/n,” his fingers drumming their way up your right side to brush under your breast. “How many times I fucked doesn’t mean anything right now,” he pinches your nipple in between his index and thumb. “What matters is I’m going to make you cum so many times you won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.” snapping the sensitive nub back in place.

You mewl at his actions, his words causing your already throbbing core to ache. You wanted more than just his attention on your breast, you wanted him in between your legs. Touching you in places that needed the attention more than what he was giving now. Yoongi’s eyes moved down to where his body was pressed against.

His left eyebrow raises, then relaxes as he lets out a throaty laugh. “God, you smell so good.” he purrs, releasing your nipple to wrap around your waist again. This time, he throws you over his couch. Having your land on the soft cushions, then pulling your legs up over the armrest. Your back was arched against the cushions as your legs were spread eagle.

Yoongi uses his brut force to tear at your leather jeans because he said it was the quickest way to get to what he wanted. “Someone’s really trying to get laid tonight,” he mentioned at the sight of no underwear underneath. Before you cold counter back, Yoongi already bent his body forward.

He stuck his head in between your legs and flattened his tongue against your folds. The second his tongue hit your skin, you knew you were in trouble. With two fingers, Yoongi opens your folds up to reveal your clit and attacks it by quick up and down movements.

You pressed your knees against his head while your hands were scratching at the leather under you. You felt your entire body shake the more attention he gave you. Yoongi was messy when giving oral, and he used it to his advantage. The way his tongue pressed against your clit and used your essence to drive you closer to your own edge drove you insane.

He was edging you as Yoongi didn’t want you to cum just yet. When his tongue wasn’t pleasuring you, it was his fingers. He didn’t prep you at all. Instead, he pushed three digits inside and curled them up into your bundle of nerves. Quickly inserting them in and out as he placed open mouth, kisses all-around your thighs and pelvic area.

Not at all giving you any attention to your clit as he knew it was one of the many ways he could get you off. You bucked your hips into his digits, praising him when they touched your sensitive nerve endings over and over again. “Damn it, Yoongi!” You cry clawing at the leather and arching your back.

“What? Are you not having fun?” he teases, pushing his fingers out and leaning his head back in. Yoongi flattened his tongue again and pushed it in between your folds. Pressing against your clit and quickly pulling it back, leaving you to groan out in frustration.

“I want to cum,” You beg resting your back against the couch.

“Give me one good reason why I should let you cum,” he growls, nipping at your skin. You whimper at the harsh bite, your head turning the side so you wouldn’t lock eye contact with him. When Yoongi didn’t receive his answer right away, he smacks your clit.

Another whimper left your lips, which soon turned into you crying out as he repeated this simple action over and over again. When he could tell you were getting closer, Yoongi stopped all movements and stared right up at you. Watching as you squirmed because you weren’t getting any attention from him anymore.

You pressed your knees into his body again, silently pleading that he would start up once more. Yet, he was still waiting for you to give him an answer because he was pure evil. “I can’t think of a good enough reason,” You rasp your breathing, finally settling down as he still wasn’t giving you any attention.

Yoongi simply shrugged his shoulders as he stood up. You observed him move to the other side of the studio, shuffling for a few things. “Alright then,” he starts pulling out something you couldn’t quite catch. When Yoongi came around again, he quickly flipped your body over and had your knees bent at the armrest.

Ass sticking up and torso pressed against the cushions. “You’re just not going to cum until I say so,” he mentions shuffling behind you then dropping whatever he had in his hand. You were caught off guard when you felt a cold liquid substance coat your ass.

You finally put two and two together, but it was too late. Yoongi pushes two fingers inside, stretching you almost instantly. “Fuck!” You cried, pushing your ass back into his thrusts as he didn’t allow you to adjust to him. Instead, he moved his fingers back and forth, curling them downwards as his thumb came up to stroke small strides against your folds.

“You like my fingers fucking your pretty little ass, don’t you?” he muses, pushing the third inside and stretching you further. You moan at his finger entering, your back arching slightly to this newfound pleasure.

“You think you can take my cock later?” he questions, thrusting his fingers in somewhat hard, making your answer fly from your mouth.

“I..I don’t know Yoongi,” you repeated, considering you assumed he didn’t hear you the first time.

“You don’t know, sweetheart?” He asks, licking his bottom lip. “Well, do you want to try?”

“God, yes.” the answer came out almost automatically. Your body was already heightened from the foreplay he had you subjected to earlier, however, now with his fingers in your ass, you were willing to try anything. Yoongi smiles while he pulls his fingers out.

He shuffles around again, then you hear the thud of his pants. This gave you enough time to calm your beating heart down since you knew what was happening next would take a lot out of you. Yoongi presses his tip against your ass, gently pushing himself in. He made sure to lather himself up with enough lube since he assumed this was your first time.

As his tip presses into your ass, you gasp by how different it felt. The sting of him moving in was enough for you to grip tightly on the cushion, but it wasn’t enough for you to ask him to stop. Yoongi was careful enough to allow you to get used to his girth as he knew it would be a lot for you. When his pelvis hit your cheeks, you moaned at out delicious he felt inside.

“Jesus fuck me already Yoongs,” you whine. This was enough for him to push back and then forwards in slow strides. Your body lurched forward a new sense of pleasure rippling through your veins.

“I never thought you’d be this tight Christ,” he groans nails, digging into your hips. You wanted more than just to feel his cock penetrating you, you wanted his fingers against your clit. Rubbing you until you couldn’t feel anything at all, only pleasure.

You reached in between your legs and brushed your fingers against your clit, which caused a loud moan to escape. Yoongi noticed this and tuts. He leans inwards, pressing his chest against your back, thus giving him more leverage to fuck you deeper. His fingers swat yours away and don’t give you the attention you crave.

“Didn’t I tell you you weren’t going to cum until I say so?” his breath hitting the back of your neck. At the same time, his thrusts become faster as he felt himself get adjusted to you.

“Y...Yes,” you whimper, feeling Yoongi smile at such a reaction. He doesn’t say anything to you, instead continues what he started. Back and forth, your bodies went as each party wanted nothing more than to feel the intimacy that was created. Your body shook and shivered at each bite and touch Yoongi littered on your skin. He wasn’t going to leave a clean slate when he was done with you. Instead, he was going to make sure you remembered this night for the rest of your lives.

Yoongi presses two fingers against your clit and began to slowly rub you into an orgasm. “I want you to cum for me, Y/n,” he whispers, planting an open-ended kiss on your back shoulder. You didn’t respond to him with words, instead of with your moans. Your ass pushed into his thrusts as you didn’t want to feel empty. Your hips were attempting to buck into his fingers, but you were too preoccupied to successfully do so.

“Yoongi,” you moan

“Yes, baby?”

“Mark me.” you paused, then continued. “Please make me yours.” Yoongi doesn’t automatically respond because he could feel his own end start to build. His mind was hazy, and the words you spoke to him felt like they were too good to be true.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispers, pressing another kiss against your skin. Instead of answering him right away, you gave him a moan in response. What happened next was just as much of a blur to you as it was to Yoongi.

You felt his teeth sink into your delicate skin, the pain of his bite sending you over your own end. You spasmed under his movements, your orgasm shaking you to your core. Yoongi’s bite tightens as he milks himself deep inside your ass. The sheer rush of it all left you panting and twitching even as Yoongi pulls himself away.

Your body gave out almost instantly, but Yoongi caught you with one arm. He flips you over, smiling down. Your eyes went straight to his cock, noting that he was still as hard as a rock. You chuckle at him, then shift yourself up on your knees.

“Round two?” You ask, reaching to stroke his length. Yoongi twitches under you, but rolls his head back, then forwards to lock eye contact with you.

“I told you you’re not leaving here walking.” he muses, bending down to capture your lips in another lustful kiss.

#littlemeowmeowschimmy #bangtanarmynet #bts #bangtan #bts smut #bts werewolf au #werewolf #yoongi smut #min yoongi #reader insert #bts x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts min yoongi x reader

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barracudablue · 3 years

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I just fucking can’t stop thinking about my own mind playground version of “HBO” SPN.

Dean Winchester smokes Virginia Slims but he claims it’s because they were his mom’s brand and defends the inherent masculinity of all cigarette smoking until a female character smoking Marlboro reds or Camels won’t stop calling him princess and babydoll with a smoke hanging off her lips while chambering a sawed off shotgun and saving his ass (and not being killed ever or showing her tits because this show is about inverting tropes so we just see male nudity in situations that emphasize physical vulnerability). Who knows maybe she even grabs his dick and it’s extremely wrong and inappropriate and he is rightfully upset about it but feels like he can’t say anything because he is a Man.

And sure, we all want him to have self destructive hook ups in rest stop bathrooms, but more importantly can I please have some terrible coffee that is way too hot out of the rest stop vending machine that he tries to convince Sam is actually good? Dean is addicted to stimulants of every kind so the coffee seems pretty good to him.

Sam btw literally listens to Hozier. Dean secretly loves Chris Isaak. (Please, someone mention the Chris Isaak show I bet Dean would love that shit.) Sam spends the entire series trying to convince Dean that it is OK to not be straight, but Dean doesn’t trust him because he’s way too academic about it. Dean directing some kind of class-based anger at his own brother who wishes he could escape the hunting lifestyle and therefore passes judgment on hunters because of his own insecurities. So eventually Sam realizes it isn’t a crime to be poor, stereotypes about poor people are designed to make people feel like they themselves aren’t victims of capitalism as long as their apartment is equipped with a dishwasher or whatever, and he ought to just accept himself, you can be smart and wear carharts (in the same way Dean should just figure out that being gay is fine).

Just for me, let’s put a sprinkle of Dean having a crush on Fox Mulder.

Castiel pops in, he is murdering a whole bunch of people like, “Who cares? It’s God’s will and their problem if they were sinners because we have a system in place.” And he smells like incense all the damn time, when he comes into the room people are hallucinating or hearing colors or whatever. Dean is like, “Oh my fuck this is the hottest person I’ve ever met. He terrifies me by being perfect and flipping over all of my ideas about myself by being both bone-rattlingly powerful and extremely gentle to ONLY me wtf. I must treat him like shit because I’m afraid of love.”

When Cas tries to use electronics sometimes they explode like a Star Trek panel so Sam is very protective of his laptop. Cas’ not liking Sam thing results in broken fingers, broken jaw, angel radio brain scramble, basically way worse things than little cute insults.

He also quickly gets addicted to trying all kinds of drugs, really likes taking pills because idk pillheads are the most annoying substance abusers so I think it would be funny. But whenever he feels like it he can just soberheal someone by touching them, so he’s going around spitefully sobering Dean up, who passes out and gets princess carried by Cas to get him a good night’s sleep.

Cas and Dean are obviously in love, perhaps this is clearly verbalized early on. But I don’t care if they ever fuck. But, if they do, it must definitely be an extra fucking weird experience where Dean literally? metaphorically? meets God. Like, if the freaky swirly scene in Altered States was blissful instead of terrifying, that would be fucking an angel probably.

Bobby is the same except sometimes he passes out drunk blasting Townes Van Zandt and the boys are like, “Jesus, this is depressing.” We can have a comedic scene of them walking in when he’s about to kill himself and then him refusing to admit that ever happened every time they try to bring it up. Bobby also openly talks trash about John Winchester day and night and curses like Al Swearengen.

I haven’t watched past like season 8 so I leave others to imagine the rest. However, based on gifsets I will say that Dean becoming more fatherly would be the top healing experience. He would definitely make sure his children know grabbing someone’s genitals is a big no, as was all of the other abuse that he suffered under the belief that it was normal. And he and Cas get married its so super god damn domestic it’ll make your teeth scream. Let Sam become a bartender or something. He can write novels inspired by his life on the side. I really don’t want to see him becoming an academic and remaining insufferable.

#the evil muse i blame for this is @spohkh #i was possessed when i wrote this #this post is an exorcism or an example of me speaking in tongues after drinking exactly one cup of tea #supernatural

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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Ok so imagine that instead of running away as a kid, Five stays. However when Ben is supposed to die, it's Five instead and so Ben lives but Five's now a ghost and only Klaus can see him. What do you think would be the reason Five ends up dying, and how do you think the others would react?

OOF you just come into my house?? and hit me with that?? absolutely illegal

So Five stays. Five stays and they’re what, fifteen? They go on a mission, and one of them doesn’t come home.

It was supposed to be Ben. It wasn’t.

Five can jump through space, can warp into position, he’s frightening adept at it since he abandoned time travel and focused entirely on improving everything else he could about himself. He’s very very good at his job, and he’s the only one that notices something is about to happen

Maybe Ben has lost control of his powers, and Five is the only one to notice. Five sees Ben tearing himself apart and realizes that he’s the only one who can get close enough to knock Ben out, so he jumps and he manages but he’s not quite fast enough and Ben is out and the tentacles are retreating but not before one can grab him and hurl him into the wall with a sharp crack and then - darkness.

Maybe it’s not Ben’s powers at all. Maybe it’s a bank robber they didn’t account for, one who is frightened and has a gun and who has seen these terrible frightening children murder their fellows and they have a spouse and children and they don’t want to die here over money so they pull up their gun and they take the shot (at Ben, at the biggest danger) and Five sees them from the corner of his eye and without even thinking about it he - jumps. In front of Ben. He takes the bullet because Ben is the best of them, is the kindest of them, and he doesn’t have a single consideration for his own life only for Ben’s.

Maybe it’s something different, but no matter what it is the facts remain the same: Five sees a danger, Five is the only one who can reach his brother in time, Five acts without even thinking, Five dies

Five pops up again, gasping and realizing very quickly that he’s dead. He’s incorporeal, he’s standing at the scene of his own murder, people pass through him when he tries to get attention. But it’s established in the show that they can use their powers as ghosts so Five does what he does best: he jumps. He goes home. He realizes that one of his siblings can see ghosts, and he finds Klaus.

And Five isn’t Ben. He isn’t soft, he’s always been hard angles and sharp words - so when Klaus hesitates to tell the others about Five, Five offers proof. Various pieces of blackmail he’s gathered on the others over the years just in case, things that Klaus would never know. He bugs Klaus into calling a family meeting without Reginald and makes Klaus translate his comments because he’ll be fucking damned if Ben blames himself for Five’s choices. That’s not allowed to happen.

“But Klaus, I thought you couldn’t see ghosts when high?” One of them ask, because they aren’t blind and they know Klaus does drugs to deal with his powers.

“I mean, it’s Five.” Klaus says despondently, looking at where Five is waving his hand through Luther’s head with a fascinated stare, “If anyone could decide to defy all the rules it’s fucking him.” and they accept that because of course they would

and because this is me and i make the rules in my aus I say that this brings them closer together as a whole because Five isn’t Ben, he isn’t content just interacting with Klaus. He doesn’t stick to Klaus’s side by glue, he’s floating through the halls of the manor and then pops up in Klaus’s room like “Hey bitch go to Vanya’s room she’s sad and I want to give her the book on music theory that’s under my bed so up an’ at ‘em you get to me my legs”

“what if i don’t want to?” Klaus asks, only once

“then you get to hear the dulcet tones of me singing the song that’ll get on your nerves until you do” Five threatens, with a look that says it is NOT an empty threat so Klaus hops to

Five pushes at the boundaries of what he can do as a ghost. Ben can pick up books in the show, right? Five pick up books and throws them. He shakes cabinets when he’s angry. He’s basically a weak poltergeist with a very limited ability to interact with his surrounding - maybe he can only interact with objects he had a connection with in life? But in the mansion there are plenty objects he has enough of a connection with to manipulate SO the whole family gets to deal with shit being thrown at them by an irritable Five

Five debates haunting the shit out of Reggie but Klaus begs him not to, because then their dad would just make Klaus try control Five or blame him for it, so Five deals with just making sarcastic comments whenever Reginald is talking and also petty shit like,, giving him bunny ears or sticking his limbs through Reginald’s chest or hell even just gently breakdancing while Reggie is lecturing and Klaus has to really fucking try to not bust out laughing which is its own issues

Klaus gets special training in the mausoleum, and Five gets to go with. Five doesn’t know how to help with this, and maybe in another world Ben curls up next to Klaus and tries to softly comfort him but that’s never been Five’s style. He yells. He’s gonna be the SCARIEST FUCKING GHOST FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE THESE GHOSTLY LOSERS TRY AND FREAK OUT HIS BROTHER. Five is gonna find out whether a ghost can kill another ghost by being a a rabid chihuahua at these ghosts. He’s going to sing backstreet boys songs at the top of his fucking lungs to drown out these weirdos and make Klaus laugh. Maybe he jumps out of the room and jumps back with a flashlight or a book or something else in the manor that he can interact with, to keep Klaus entertained

Five has always had the attitude of being proactive about these things

Five goes on missions with them, Luther makes a dumb fucking plan and gets shivers down his spine and is immediately like “Klaus tell Five to stop sticking his limbs in my body” “Five says he will when you stop having little bitch ass plans” “I’m pretty sure he didn’t say that” “Actually that was a direct quote and also he’s flipping you off right now”

They get older. Klaus gets taller. Diego’s voice drops. Luther packs on more muscle. Five stays the same.

He’s dead, of course he wouldn’t grow.

That doesn’t stop him from yeeting books off the shelves in a tantrum when he realizes that he’s doomed to be the shortest of the siblings except for Vanya for all eternity.

(”Klaus what the fuck is wrong with Five now?” Diego asks. It’s the middle of the night. Books are flying off the shelves. Klaus is so tired, so very tired. “Five has realized that he is dead.” “…Yes?” “Dead people do not grow.” “Just say it Klaus.” “Five has realized he’s not going to get taller and is permanently fifteen and is angry about this.” “…alright well good luck with that, I guess.”)

They’re on a mission. They’re on a mission and Five is the ultimate lookout because he isn’t stopped by little things like walls or people seeing him or whatever. Five sees something about to happen, and he yells and something happens and Klaus’s hands are blue and Five zips through space and reaches his sibling (let’s say Diego why not) and he pulls even though he knows he’ll go right through but the guy is right there and he can’t watch his brother die and -

Five does not go through Diego. Five pulls Diego to the side and the blow that should have killed him misses, and Diego lives, and Five touched him.

(Five is the scariest ghost around, and the other ghosts haven’t been bothering Klaus - so he’d been weaning himself off of the drugs for a while now, Five often needed him to do things that were difficult to do when drugged out of his mind and Klaus figured it was an even trade for Five scaring off the other ghosts so - he’s sober)

Diego has a knife, and he killed the guy, but his eyes are locked with Five’s the entire time because he can see Five.

the whole family is shocked, even when Klaus gasps and the blue from his hands vanishes and so does Five to everyone but him. they look at each other and just stare.

“tell luther if he tells dad i’m going to flood his bathroom again” five says, just a little hysterically. “what the FUCK klaus” says the rest of the family

they get home, and somehow Reginald finds out and he has a whole speech about Number Four’s potential and shit and the fact that he can summon Number Five and how perhaps it wasn’t as much of a loss as he thought if Five was still around as a ghost and later they all gather in one of the rooms which has become a commonplace occurrence when Five wants a family meeting and he’s always been willing to pull the ‘dead’ card

(before they gather, Klaus and Five sit in Klaus’s room practicing making Five corporeal and the first thing he does is hurl himself into Klaus’s arms and hug him. Because he’s still 15, he hasn’t touched anyone else since he died and his inability to touch his siblings hurt no matter how many times he poked fun of it by walking through them)

so they have a meeting, and blue glows across Klaus’s hands and Five is visible and the first thing Five says to his family in years is - “Me and Klaus are leaving, who’s coming with?”

Because they’re almost eighteen now, close enough to leave and not have it look too suspicious. And maybe Five didn’t run this plan by Klaus first because Klaus is shocked but Five doesn’t even blink because - Dad knows. Dad is going to want to train Klaus further and experiment with his powers and if that fucking mausoleum is any indication then Reggie has no idea how Klaus’s powers work or how to train them without hurting Klaus. And also Five has spent years now being technically out from under his dad’s thumb, there’s no way he’s sliding back under it

maybe luther protests, but Five is just like “Look, if Dad makes Klaus make me corporeal in his vicinity i’m going to snap his neck simple as that. I’m a vengeful ass ghost, okay? What’re you gonna do about it? Kill me twice?”

and they’re closer than in the original timeline. Five has floated through the halls and seen every instance of them being sad and made Klaus intervene - everyone in this room has had Klaus pull them close and hug them or listen to their problems or give them company or provide them with random books that Five probably picked out - and and and they all care for each other and know each other more than before. And Five includes Vanya, so she’s always there and Five WILL pull the dead card to keep her there because he wants her there and -

they all agree. Diego is instantly in, he was planning on ditching as soon as he turned 18 anyway. Ben is in, because he’s close with Klaus and with Five. Vanya hesitantly pledges her support, because she’s so tired of Reginald calling her ordinary. Allison shrugs and says she’s in because it’s not like she wasn’t also planning on leaving when she was old enough, okay? Luther is shocked they’re all willing to ditch so easily but… at the same time… Five and Klaus have, over the years, opened his eyes to more than one glaring issue with their father so… tentatively he’s like “okay, i guess someone has to be the leader”

and they gather what they can, and they leave, they leave reginald a note which basically lets him know they’re leaving willingly and not to look for them or anything since they’re almost 18 anyway etc etc. and they go out into the world

they get jobs! they support each other! and maybe the shitty apartments that are all they can afford are too small for 8 people to share, but at least rent goes 7 ways (and it’s not like Five eats or anything) and they can shove blankets and pillows on the floor in front of their shitty TV and eat their shitty pizza and laugh as they watch all the movies they were never allowed back home

Luther gets a job as a mechanic, because he’s always been good at things like that. He remembers wanting to be an astronaut as a kid. He remembers studying rocket ships with wide eyes and putting together model planes and he’s good with his hands and strong and he’s surprisingly good at it. His boss definitely knows Luther is a runaway but has a soft spot for him and is full of gruff advice and gentle praise that Luther flourishes under.

Diego decides to try for the academy with the support of his siblings behind him, and he doesn’t drop out. He meets Eudora and the others all tease him about it. There has been at least one occasion that Five followed him to the academy without Diego’s know how and then told Klaus all about Diego’s awkward flirting

Allison gets into the theater scene and tries out for parts that she gets without even rumoring anyone. Because at the end of the day, she’s good - she’s a good actor. She ends up getting some small parts in movies as well, and the others proudly go see her in theaters and have any movie with her as even a background character in a place of pride on their shelves.

Klaus isn’t ambitious like the rest of the siblings, but he ends up working in a yarn shop run by several old ladies who he’s pretty sure adopted him the moment he said about not having parents in the interview. They teach him know to knit and let him do it between customers at the register. Five likes to run around the yarn shop and try bat balls of yarn off the counters like an asshole cat in between suggesting patterns and critiquing Klaus’s yarn choices. Eventually, Klaus sets up Five with his own set of knitting needles and the old ladies look at the needles clacking and apparently knitting by themselves and Klaus ends up telling them about his dead 15 yr old brother because I mean. He’s from the Umbrella Academy it’s not exactly like he’s an unknown with his powers, and that means that the old ladies absolutely fuss over this child ghost and help him with his technique

(that year, all of his siblings receive knitted socks and hats and scarves from Five on their shared birthday and Five is so pleased to be able to contribute something to the family again, even if they’re all still at a loss of what to give their ghostly brother)

Ben ends up going to college and going on to medical school because he deserves it and he gets scholarships to help out but all of the siblings chip in to put the siblings who want to through school, and Ben gets a part time job as a barista or something between his demanding classes but at the end of the day he wants to help people (he doesn’t want to be useless, like he was the day that Five died, wants to be able to save lives instead of just taking them - because the Horror doesn’t define who he is, and it never has)

Vanya goes to school as well!! She’s a violin prodigy! and they leave without telling their dad beforehand so she goes to get her pills refilled only to find out that they don’t have these pills actually what the fuck are they I’m assuming they’re special and Reginald supplied them somehow idk, and it’s not like the family can afford medication in THIS economy anyway so maybe she just stops taking them and hopes she can handle her anxiety without

and that’s how they find out Vanya has powers oops

OH you know what Vanya absolutely trains her powers with Five and Klaus making him corporeal because, as Five so eloquently puts it when they drive into the countryside, “What’s she gonna do? Kill me twice? as if” and that’s how Vanya learns how to control her powers and she still gets to go to school and she gets to join the orchestra and be first chair because fuck it she’s a goddamn prodigy and passionate about her craft and i love her, she deserved the world

they all grow and they change and they stick together as well as they can with all their varying schedules. they grow, except for Five who is still fifteen years old and who managed to save his family at the cost of his own life.

But it’s okay. He hands Luther wrenches at his work and freaks out the other mechanics. He talks to ghosts for Diego so that Klaus doesn’t have to (because Klaus has always has a weaker stomach for blood and things than Five, and Five is dead he can see ghosts too that’s a thing). He haunts Allison’s sets until she puts her hands on her hips and scolds him about messing with her co-workers. He knits in Klaus’s shops and shows off socks and scarves to little old ladies with a pride he isn’t sure what to do with. He helps Ben study by holding up flashcards even if he isn’t visible. He goes to all of Vanya’s rehearsals and prods at the harps and pianos with curious ghostly fingers.

He’s a constant presence in their lives, and they love him. And he loves them.

Five doesn’t leave. Ben lives. Five dies. Everything changes, but the one thing that will never change is that they are a family. No matter what, they have each other - in life and in death.

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Standards - A Gift

Rating: T Paring: Sans x OC Luna Word Count: 3,162 @rosedarkfire Hey! I was your secret Santa ^^; for the @undertalesecretsanta event! XD I used some of your personal names for the boys and your OC i hope you like it <3 My first time writing him heh.

Black liked Luna, really liked her.

She was kind, funny, smart, but most of all had a back bone strong enough to rival his own.

He just couldn’t stand the fact he kept messing up with her.

“Hey Sans, what do you think of this for the Christmas tree?” Black loved that she called him by his given name, it was like a reward to hear it in this mashed together universe of duplicates.

Even if she only said it in private.

He eyed the butterfly themed tinsel in her hands.

“I AM SURPRISED YOU WOULD CHOOSE BUTTERFLIES.” No he wasn’t, that was that infuriating murderer’s nickname for her.

“Oh why do you say that?” Luna asked with genuine confusion in her mismatched eyes.

“BECAUSE BUTTERFLIES ARE AN INFERIOR FORM OF INSECT, USING BEAUTY AS A FORM OF DEFENSE IS SUCH A COWARDLY ACT. WHY NOT BEETLES OR SOMETHING? BEETLES DON’T LIVE UNDER A FALSE PRETENSE OF BEAUTY BUT ARE OPEN ENOUGH TO EMBRACE THEIR UNATTRACTIVENESS BY HAVING EVOLUTIONIZED THEIR EXO--”

“Okay. I get it Black.” It was easy to tell when he’d upset her. She’d call him that infuriating amalgam of color nickname. Luna pinned her heterochromic gaze on him.

“And butterflies are amazing; they drink blood like little fluttering vampires.” Black could only blink as she walked away from him.

And so that’s how their relationship usually went.

“Sans, what do you think of strawberry pudding for dessert?”

“WHY STRAWBERRY?”

“...You don’t like strawberry?”

“...IT’S FINE. IF YOU MAKE IT I’LL EAT THAT RIDICULOUS SLOP OF POINTLESS SUGAR.” To his confusion Luna had chosen to simply not make dessert at all that night. Much to the disappointed mumbling of his brother and their alters.

Even receiving gifts from her, which always made him immeasurably happy, was difficult.

“I got you something Sans!”

“WHAT IN ANGEL’S NAME IS THIS?”

“...It’s a jacket?”

“I AM AWARE OF THAT LUNA, WHY IS IT PURPLE?”

“I thought purple would pop with the red you usually wear.” His eyelights drifted slowly down to the purple and poorly dyed jean jacket where they lingered and constricted into fine points before just as slowly rising to look at her again.

He usually bristled whenever a human used the term monster as an insult to describe something, however he could only think of a particularly offensive statement he’d heard once from a favored designer of his. Black was holding a literal fashion monstrosity in his hands.

But Luna looked so excited and eager for his reaction, her eyes sparkling and proud.

He cleared his throat.

“...FINE, I SUPPOSE I’LL TRY THIS TRAVESTY OF A GIFT.”

“...”

Black had thought he’d been generous with the humble remark; there was so much alternative vocabulary that he could’ve used to describe how horrible that jacket had looked.

Honestly he thought he’d complimented it.

Black had even let it touch his body as he’d tried it on. Somehow he’d still ended up…disappointing her.

Which was admittedly worse than her anger.

He’d spent the whole time in the shower afterwards grumbling as he’d tried to scrub away the memory of that awful thing on him, half practiced phrases and comments that never seemed to work washed away by the pouring water.

The shower drain embarrassingly enough had even seemed to judge him.

To his chagrin he’d reached the point he’d finally decided to ask his brother for advice.

Stars help him.

“LUNA NEVER SEEMS TO APPRECIATE THE LENGTHS I GO TO FOR HER.” He growled.

“you’re not exactly graceful mi’lord when it comes to criticism.” Black had felt insulted.

“NOT GRACEFUL!?” Rus chuckled as his sockets crinkled in veiled humor.

“she’s a human female, they tend to be super sensitive to even the slightest provocation.” That was an annoying concept to learn. Turned out even his tamed honesty was still too harsh for her. Black took his brother’s advice to heart.

It was advice better stated in theory than put into practice he soon learned.

He stared at the dress Luna was wearing.

It wasn’t anywhere close to complimenting her beauty; in fact the makeup of the material rather dimmed the brightness of her soul as well as her eyes. It was a simple conclusion to reach that it was a horrible example of a dress worthy of the human’s appeal.

But she had personally picked it, liked it.

It made him uncomfortable just how awful her fashion tastes were.

Made it so difficult to be genuine with her.

“IT’S…” He gritted his teeth.

What was the proper word to use so as not to insult her? Adequate? No that would insinuate that it was somehow satisfactory. Tolerable? Might be too insulting of a word.

Black hated liars and he refused to be one, but he desperately wanted to show he supported her decisions. The longer he took fishing for the right word the more he could see Luna’s demeanor falling.

“...MANAGEABLE?” Her nose did that adorable habit where it scrunched up as she looked at him thoughtfully.

“Manageable.” She wanted him to elaborate. He could do that. Just no ranting he silently chided himself, ranting would invalidate not only his opinion but could do so with hers as well.

“...IT…” Black’s words died in his nonexistent throat.

Okay he apparently couldn’t elaborate without going into a triad. They both stared at each other silently and as a sweat drop began to run down the side of his skull he made an executive decision.

He couldn’t insult her if he wasn’t near her.

Black missed how Luna’s eyes had widened as he abruptly turned and walked away from her. His hurried steps the only sound before the opening and closing of her door.

Luna...didn’t talk to him for a week.

Each day that passed killed him a little inside whenever he’d see her talking to one of his duplicates, interacting with his own brother with barely a glance in his direction. She’d even gone so far as to walk away from him when he’d simply greeted her, much the same as he had done concerning her dress.

He’d immediately understood why she’d been acting the way she had the moment she did so.

Black hadn’t realized how painful the action had been to her.

According to his brother he was moping the whole day after his realization and most of the morning. Hadn’t felt that way but it seemed him yelling more than usual was somehow depressing to his sibling.

That’s how Black ultimately ended up being drug out to go Christmas shopping. Which in itself was a red flag for the shorter skeleton.

Rus dragged him out of the house.

Maybe he had been moping.

“see anything good mi’lord?” Black flickered his eyelights dully over to his brother from where they’d been resting on a jewelry display.

“HARDLY.” Rus hummed as he sauntered up next to him, a bag of purchases already somehow slung over his arm. Black stopped questioning how he managed to suspiciously acquire things some time ago.

“y’know i think she likes galaxy themed clothing.” Black scoffed as he gestured at the entirety of the mall.

“AS IF THIS PATHETIC ATTEMPT OF A STOREFRONT WOULD CARRY ANYTHING WORTHY OF BEING CALLED GARMENTS.” Rus snickered.

“think i know the problem mi’lord.”

“DO YOU?” He asked absently, his eyelights refocusing on the necklaces currently hung up. All plated metals with hardly a solid piece of pure gold in sight. Even those claiming the label had obvious traces of other impurities mixed in.

Humans were such lazy creatures when it came to production.

“your standards are too high.” He let out a frustrated growl. Like his brother had any right to discuss standards. He couldn’t even be bothered to buy new shirts when he needed them, even the cheap off brand ones that Black hated due to their low thread count.

“MY STANDARDS ARE JUST FINE. IT’S NOT ASKING TOO MUCH FOR THE BARE MINIMUM.”

“that’s just it sans.” Black felt his soul give a jolt. He gave his brother a glance that was practically vulnerable; his older brother rarely ever used his given name anymore even when alone together.

Papyrus was serious.

“the bare minimum to you, isn’t the same for luna.” Black didn’t respond at first, his eyelights lowered in concentration before he finally let out a sigh. Of course the mutt would be right. His eyelights lit up as an idea hit him.

“I’LL BE HOME LATE.” Rus didn’t stop him as he vanished into the void.

“guess i should tell everyone you’ll be late for gift opening then.” He muttered as he shifted the bags on his arm. It was a good thing he supposed that he already bought his brother’s gift selections for the others.

Luna was giggling as she opened the little blue and white snow patterned box Classic had given her, a ring tinged grey with lines of silver etched into it greeting her. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at him.

“Is this meteorite?” He hummed his confirmation as he plucked it from the box and slipped it onto her pinky finger.

“figured someone as beautiful as a star deserved something out of this world.” There were groans but Luna could only blush as she embraced him, her arms twining around his shoulders effortlessly.

“Thank you Sans.”

“okay enough lovey dovey crap, open mine next.” Crimson huffed as he carelessly shoved Classic aside to drop his gift in her lap. She tried not to snort at how affronted Classic looked, her eyes panning the gathering of skeletons briefly before smiling at Crimson as she unwrapped his present.

By the time Luna finished going through everyone’s gifts Black still hadn’t returned and she was growing quickly concerned.

Looking over from the pile of gift wrap Valiant and Lolli had buried her in she locked eyes with Rus. Who was currently handing a shopping bag to Edge. Of course Rus hadn’t bothered to wrap any of his presents besides hers.

She didn’t even need to say anything.

“mi’lord said he’d be late, don’t worry princess.” Luna frowned; it wasn’t like him at all to be late for any gathering. Maybe she had been a bit too harsh to him.

It was as everyone was getting ready to eat when Black finally showed back up. The first thing Luna did was stand and go over to him, abandoning her place at the table. He oddly blushed purple.

“Black I--”

“COME WITH ME FOR A MOMENT.” Luna blinked curiously but followed, ignoring the inquisitive looks that the others were giving as she was led upstairs.

Black was nervous.

He wasn’t exactly experienced with showing his emotions let alone talking about them. But still he was resolved when he’d seen how willing Luna was to follow his request. It was obvious his prolonged absence had ignited a spark of guilt in her.

She shouldn’t have felt guilty; if anything her anger was more than deserved.

Once they were both in his room he casually latched the door and wandered over to the glass doors that led to the house balcony, his hands folding behind his back. It had taken an age to procure this room he remembered. Probably wouldn’t even have it if it wasn’t for Luna siding with him against Classic like she had.

How to start this? Black could already feel her eyes burning into his spine.

“I AM A RENOWNED TACTICIAN, AN INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO MY PEERS IN REGARDS TO CHIVALRY AND CLASS.” He took a breath and turned to face her, his eyelights focusing on the adorable freckles dotting her face rather than the windows to her soul. “INFAMOUS EVEN FOR MY SERVICES TO THE CROWN.”

Luna was watching him carefully as he scratched wearily at the back of his skull.

“I HAVE DONE MANY THINGS; SLAUGHTERED COUNTLESS FELLOW MONSTERS AND HUMANS ALIKE, TORTURED IN THE NAME OF MY QUEEN, LAUGHED AT THE POINTLESS DISPLAYS OF MARTYRS WHO FOUND IT FIT TO REBEL AGAINST A LAW THEY SIMPLY DIDN’T AGREE WITH BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T UNDERSTAND IT.” He was ranting again he realized.

Best to make his point known sooner than later.

“WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY IS I COULD BEST BE DESCRIBED AS CRUEL AND HEARTLESS, INDIFFERENT.” Black’s voice lowered and Luna was shocked at how soft his tone was.

“Even When I Try Not To Be.” Something didn’t sit right in her chest at how vulnerable he sounded, nearly regretful. Luna looked down at her feet torn between wanting to comfort him and wanting to let him finish what he had to say. She knew he could be easily upset when others interrupted him.

His hands clenched into fists behind his back.

“I...Have Never Regretted My Actions. Not For A Single Horror I’ve Done Nor Word I’ve Said. But I Do Regret How I’ve Inadvertently Treated You.” Luna whipped her head up and she had to bite her lip to stop the gasp at how soft his eyelights looked.

They were so resigned.

“I Believe It’s Obvious, But Just In The Off Chance It Isn’t I Will Say I Do Care For You Just As Much As Those Ruffians Downstairs Do. IF NOT MORE!” He couldn’t help adding that last part and Luna rewarded the flounder with a chuckle causing another blush to violently flare across his face. It had felt like years since he’d heard her laugh last.

Turning to the side he offered a hand out to her.

Luna felt her heart skip at how the moonlight from the window seemed to highlight his form, making his exposed bones shimmer ethereally and his uniform to stand out with shadows tracing the bends and curves of it.

Black’s soul gave a pleased thrum as she stepped forward and slipped her hand in his. He rarely touched anyone, hardly had ever had contact with her. So it was with no small amount of secret enthusiasm as he rediscovered just how small her hand was to his. Luna had always been charmingly smaller than him and his sibling’s alters, even Valiant the shortest.

He opened the glass doors and led her to the balcony.

The wind was slightly chilled, but Luna marveled all the same at the view of the lake in the distance, the snow gathered in a thin sheet across the ground like a winter wonderland of ice and cold. One of the advantages Black had always provided her since helping him get the room was the freedom he gave her to come and go from the perch.

As Luna let herself drift Black pulled a small velvet box from his pocket.

“Luna.” She turned and Black’s breath caught at how beautiful she looked. He smiled as he held the gift out to her. She quirked a brow.

“Sans?” He almost purred at hearing his name.

“Open It.” She gave a curious smile as her hands gently opened the box, the action making Black’s soul thrum furiously in his chest. Her eyes lit up and he couldn’t resist smiling smugly at the automatic approval he saw in them.

“...Wow, It’s wonderful.”

Black felt his ribs swell with pride as Luna’s eyes widened, her cheeks turning pink as she lifted the choker from the box. He caught a glimpse of the ring Classic had given her but that mattered little to the gift he now presented.

Luna looked up as he gestured for it and it took a great effort to hand it over.

“My Lady.” He prompted as he held it between his phalanges. Her blush turned red in intensity as she caught on he wanted to put it on for her, even more so at the title he used.

His lady. Why did that make her so giddy?

Black was blushing like a fool as she turned her back to him and lifted the soft chestnut locks of her hair, exposing the pale skin of her neck. It didn’t help the warm feeling in his chest at the slight shaking he caught in her shoulders. She was just as nervous and excited as he was.

Carefully, with a slowness that wasn’t necessary just so he could enjoy the sight of her tilted head and the way she ran her thumb into the hair she held back for him he gingerly slipped his arms over her. Enjoyed feeling how his normally despised height dwarfed her as he tenderly latched it.

When she turned to face him Black felt his eyelights morph.

The gem at the center of the silk choker was swirling with purple and red magic against a black backdrop, not as a claiming display exactly but as an acknowledgment of whose protection she was under.

A small galaxy on her delicate throat.

He softly brushed a phalange against it not noticing the enamored way her vision was locked on his heart shaped eyelights.

She had never seen those hardened and unwavering orbs change shape in the whole time she’d known him. Luna had even seen Classic’s and Crimson’s change a time or two but never Blacks. She hadn’t known he was capable of it.

His inverted hearts flickered up to her.

“I’m Sorry My Actions Haven’t Been Pleasant Towards You. I Only Ask Of You To Remember Always...What You Mean To Me.” Luna smiled playfully.

“And what would you mean by that kind sir?” His sockets lidded and the smile he gave nearly rivaled Valiant’s with how dopey it was.

Luna’s world froze at the sight and she wished more than anything she had a camera on her. It felt like a moment that would only ever happen once in a lifetime.

Black’s answer changed in the span of a second. His initial response lacking for just how strongly he felt for her. He didn’t even hesitate as he realized it.

“I Love You. With Every Amount Of Affection And Bit Of My Soul I Can Give.”

Tears sprang to Luna’s eyes as she stared at him before slowly running her arms over his shoulders, giving him time to pull away if he wanted. Instead his arms encircled her waist making her heart pound and stomach flutter as he tilted her head back with his other hand.

His bony lips locked with hers and an array of emotions surged through the both of them; fear, misunderstanding, cautiousness, eagerness, love, and wholeness. Luna and Black broke apart for air and all the human woman could do was stare at the skeleton holding her in a daze.

Kissing her was everything he’d ever imagined it to be.

“Manageable?” She teased. The top of Black’s skull flexed with the impression of a raised eyebrow as he smirked and cupped her chin.

“Glorious.” He pulled her in for another kiss as he whispered against her lips. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” She responded breathlessly.

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breadrollsequel · 4 years

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May the darkness within you find peace in the light

Read the full fic here on AO3!

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV) Rating: Not rated, contains some mild descriptions of drug abuse Wordcount: 1714 Tags: Ben Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves (minor), Klaus Hargreeves Deserves Better, Reginald Hargreeves’ A+ parenting is back with a vengeance, Canon Compliant, pre-S1, Side B takes place a little after the final scene in S2

Summary:

Two one-shots, where Klaus loses Ben in some form.

Side A: The first time Klaus manages to shut out the ghosts, he shuts out Ben as well. Side B: Hours after losing one Ben, Klaus meets another in the flesh.

*Spoilers for S2 finale*

“You know, I’m tired of seeing you wallow in self-defeat.”

“Then avert your gaze.”

The screams were getting quieter now. He was going to make it.

Klaus groped for the bottle and shook out the remaining pills onto the palm of his hand.

“Klaus, that’s enough.”

The voice cut through his senses like hard sunlight cutting through the blinds in a dark, smoke-filled room. A few capsules slipped through the cracks between his fingers.

Ben’s face swam into view amongst the shifting pinks, yellows and blues of his vision.

Go away, Ben, he wanted to say, why was he always such a buzzkill when it came to parties?, but instead he let out a giggle.

Oh, but Ben didn’t have that disappointed look on his face that he usually had whenever he came to crash one of his parties. He looked frightened.

“Klaus, you’re in bad shape. You have to stop now.”

Klaus blinked. He didn’t feel any different from how he usually did. In fact, he couldn’t really feel much at the moment, other than being way, way out of planet Earth. The sounds of people laughing around him sounded like he was hearing them through a really thick carpet, the guests were acting out a scene from his favourite romantic drama and his brain felt like cotton candy and – he could see a face now, beside Ben’s, the dark circles under her eyes and the bridge of her nose caving back into her face, whispering and pleading his name…

“Oh, no. No, no, no.” The colour was draining out of his vision, out of the fountain and the towers of red cordial. It was getting louder again, they were coming back. He held his hands to his ears. “Shut up!”

“Klaus - ”

He’d never heard Ben this distressed before. More faces were starting to appear behind him, blue smudges that made awful whimpering noises, faces that would later turn into bodies…

“Shut up!” He crammed the pills into his mouth.

They tasted like fire and then they tasted like the toffee he and his siblings used to sneak back on the way back from missions. Ben was also calling his name. Shut up, Ben, he thought. I need the ghosts to shut up. He pounded at his head with the base of his palms so it could be quiet –

When he blinked his tears away, Ben’s face was inches from his. “You’re going to be fine, stop it, please.”

The other ghosts started to scream. He felt his head starting to split open. There were many times for Ben to be annoying, but this wasn’t one of them. “Don’t be stupid, Ben.”

He pawed the ground for the lost pills, found one lodged in the folds of his pants, and gulped that down. Colour burst to life in his vision. The blue faces exploded into blue flowing water that soaked his feet and sparkled as the sunlight hit its surface. Ben’s face became… smudged, there was no face there, like how he’d looked when Klaus popped his first pill. He didn’t like that.

He saw a bright yellow fruit smiling at him from where it floated in the water. He took a bite out of it.

The blue smudges turned into yellow smiley faces, and their mangled, misshapen bodies turned into brightly-coloured dresses and suits. Ben was wearing the suit he’d worn the day he died, with a splitting gash that stretched from his neck to his stomach, leading down to a void that seemed to suck out all the noise in his head. That wasn’t right. Klaus rubbed his eyes with his fruit-stained fingers, and waved his hands like he used to back when he thought it would shoo away the ghosts.

The party was over. There was no more screaming. He’d done it.

Klaus clapped with glee. It was the only sound in the silence of the room. “What’d I tell you, Ben-Ben? Suck it up!”

Ben sat further away from him now, almost blending into the shadows. He sat hunched over himself, his eyes closed.

“Ben?” he tried again.

When Klaus woke up the next morning with a sip from his flask, there were no ghosts, and there was no Ben.

“He wanted me to tell you that he was too scared to go into the light. It wasn’t you that made him stay.”

“Your uncle Ben, he took down four of them at the same time.”

Time travel was weird. It was the only thing Klaus could keep telling himself, the minute he met him. Suddenly he couldn’t really blame Five for murdering his way into a mid-life crisis at thirteen, with the powers that he had.

Ben was dead, right? He’d felt him – realised he’d felt him go, almost a day ago. And now he wasn’t.

And it wasn’t because the feeling of Ben’s physical presence - instead of the floaty, omnipresent presence he’d felt throughout half his life – was unfamiliar to him.

This Ben didn’t feel like his Ben.

A spinning wheel of statements went round his head before he started the conversation. “How was… not dying?”

Sparrow Academy Ben raised an eyebrow, confused.

“In our timeline,” Klaus coughed, searching for the right words. “The timeline where you are my brother - ” The words came out more desperate than he intended, it happened and no amount of time travel could change that. “ – you died.”

“Your timeline me must have been a colossal wimp, then,” Ben said.

“How’d you become such a prick?” Klaus muttered, then back to Ben, “Yeah, you were. Your timeline Dad didn’t make you read those dead-language, cult-y tomes in the middle of the night until you broke out in hives? Force you to eat that weird casserole so little Ben Jr. inside you wouldn't get hungry, that made you puke black goo for a week? Made you sleep on a pentagram to see if a different tentacle monster would pop out of you like some sick Kinder surprise?”

“He did,” Ben said firmly. “But Dad was very patient with me, and while my training was painful, I learned to get over it.”

“He was patient with you?” Klaus forced out a laugh. He held his arms out in faux admiration. “Well, congratulations on becoming daddy’s boy, because Dad wouldn’t have ‘changed tactics’ if it wasn’t us who showed him the wonderful shitshow his normal parenting came out with.”

“I see why he decided not to adopt you happy few,” Ben sneered, the scar on the bridge of his nose appearing more jagged.

Klaus balled his fists, but he couldn’t bring himself to deck Ben upside the head.

Vanya took a cautious step forward. “Klaus, don’t fight him, That’s not –“

“Not our Ben.” Klaus made a swallowing sound, then continued, pacing towards Ben. “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to believe that all this while, sweet, voice of reason, sometimes a little annoying Ben was the least likely to turn out like Dad.” He stopped, cringing at Ben’s uniform. “Did Dad liking you more this time inspire you to be daddy’s little monster?” He nodded at the Sparrow siblings on the other side of the room. “I guess your new siblings turned out to be even bigger assholes so you had to play daddy to keep them in check?”

“My brothers and sisters pushed me to be the be the best version of myself,” Ben countered, his voice raised. Klaus remembered the other time he sounded like this was when he was berating him for going on one of his drug runs. “They didn’t hold back.” He frowned as he said this, but his tone returned steady. “But I’m thankful that I had them.”

“But you didn’t have me,” Klaus said bluntly.

“I can’t imagine you being my brother.” Ben shrugged. “You’ve got a lot of trouble letting it go. I’m sure you’d drag the whole family down with you.”

Klaus was quiet. His fists trembled.

“Klaus,” Vanya tried quietly, touching his shoulder. “Now’s not the time.”

“If you’re telling the truth, then Dad trained us well,” Ben’s tone softened slightly, almost in a consoling manner. “And maybe I owe it to you six that he learned not to make the same mistakes. And I came out stronger because of it.”

Reginald Hargreeves had considered that the early demise of Number Six was in some part due to his own miscalculations. So unlike the new six that he’d decided to raise, he’d decided to take a different approach with the number he’d failed – slower steps this time, more nurturing, more encouragement, all for building Number Six to live up to his name, until the day came when The Horror emerged from a room littered with the broken bodies of criminals, uniform drenched in blood and hair sticking to his forehead, with a bright smile on his face.

“I guess you could spend a few minutes with my siblings and see how much of an improvement they are over you,” he continued. “Before Dad kicks you out of the house.”

He nodded to the rest of them, and walked away.

“I’ll pass,” Klaus mumbled, putting on his hat.

Vanya gripped his arm firmly. “Our Ben was real.” She looked at him with the eyes that had watched him fade into the light. “Nothing changes that.”

“Actually it felt just like talking with our Ben,” Klaus said to the ground. “But if every conversation we had was an argument.”

Vanya nodded.

Before she pulled away, Klaus grabbed her shoulders. “He didn’t meet us. That’s why he’s such a prick. If you guys are planning something - " He took a shaky breath. “We need to kidnap him, or something, take him on a life-changing field trip with us, with me…”

It felt like Dave in 1961 again, begging him to believe in a future that would definitely change as soon as he talked about it. What did he care, time travel wasn’t his thing. “Or what do you think?” Klaus sighed. “You’re the expert on supervillains. No offence.”

Vanya put a hand over his, one of the few affectionate gestures she’d started showing her siblings after the incident in Dallas. “We’ll come back for him.”

Klaus nodded, blinking back the stinging in his eyes. “We’re coming back for him.”

#the umbrella academy #tua #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #tua spoilers #umbrella academy spoilers #go easy with me on the summary the actual content is way better written i promise ;-;

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Long Way Home: Twilight Zone (Part 1)

a/n: Here's the first chapter!! I'm soooo glad that we were able to post this. I'm really exited to see where this series goes and how it takes off. I have so many ideas for this series. So make sure to stay tuned!!

Summary Series: The Winchesters, Dean, Alex, and Sam, live in an abusive household since they were put into foster care. Eric and Rachael have been their adopted parents since they were put into foster care. Since senior year has come and Dean and Alex are turning 18, Eric and Rachael have been putting the siblings in bad situations ever since summer break and the year prior. What will happen one night everything turns upside down in a blink of an eye? What will happen if Dean is handed his siblings life?

Chapter One Summary: When Dean has to confess a secret he has to Alex, it turns out fairly well.

Word Count: 2,454 words

Series Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only! under aged smut. Fluff, angst, swearing, alcohol intoxication, underage drug use, underage drinking. Heartbreak, crying, flashbacks, nightmares, trauma. Description of child abuse, domestic violence, self-harming, and rape. Stress, mental breakdowns, anxiety attacks, depression, suicide attempts. Description of blood and injuries, hospital scenes, near death experiences, more warnings. I can go on forever.

Chapter Warnings: Fluffy Dean, swearing, angst, drunk!Dean, underage drinking, nightmare, mentions of domestic abuse, mention of self-harming(slightly), stressing over Dean being drunk. Slight mention of homophobia. Let me know if I’m missing any more warnings for this chapter.

Characters in Chapter: Dean, Alex, and Michael. Mentions of Cas, Sam, Charlie Bradbury, Rachael, and Eric.

This fic goes out to @katehuntington and her 1k celebration, congrats!!! I used ‘Twilight Zone’ by Golden Earring for this fic. Hope you like it. :)

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'Ask anyone in this school about being a freak and they'll point to me, no questions asked. They always wonder why I'm this way, having a twin brother who rules the school, catching all the ladies, and a nerd of a brother who's too good to be here, who I say is way smarter than me, even though I'm at the top of my classes. But they don't know, and don't want to know, why I am who I am. When it comes to sex and partying, they're all over me and still can't figure out why...'

I type down the words on my computer, trying to let go of my problems. Cas said it would help me lift some pressure off my chest because, apparently, he does it every night to help him calm down. I call bull, but he insists on it. Without even noticing, Dean comes up to the top bunk and closes the computer on me. I barely move my hands out of the way before it slams shut.

"Hey," I screeched, putting my computer under my pillow.

"Bed time, loser," he said, laying down next to me.

I was trying to get comfortable on the bed, noticing Dean doing the same. This only meant one thing, and I wasn't in the mood.

"I was wondering if I can sleep with you and maybe. . .we can talk?" he asked, whispering so they couldn't hear us. I pulled a face at him telling him what I was thinking so he got the hint.

"We-we don't need to talk, I-I actually have to. Can you just, maybe, listen?" He stuttered over his words. Something must be up because he always stutters when something is bothering him. I changed my expression quickly, slightly smiling to make him comfortable.

We settled under the blankets, the room already dark from when Dean closed the door. I could hear Sammy's light snores from the bottom bunk, telling me he was out like a light.

Dean was hesitant to talk to me. His face was open like a book and I could easily read it in the sliver of light that was slipping through the window.

"You know you can talk to me, right? I'm always here for you and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don't know how to say it," he said, cutting me off, clearly thinking of what he wanted to say.

"Okay, so," he began. I pulled his hands into mine, squeezing them, letting him know that I was here and that it was safe. "I'm kinda dating Cas. Actually, we've been dating since the summer, and. . .and I couldn't keep hiding this from you. If you're not okay with it, then tell me straight up, I'll be fine bu-"

"Dean, why wouldn't I be okay with it? You always seemed happy with him since we were small. You guys always give each other that look when you see each other, I'm surprised you didn't start dating sooner! I'm happy that you're together. You have someone who can love you," I said. Deep down, I was doing a little happy dance because Dean was so carefree whenever he's with Cas and I'm always happy to see him happy. They've been giving each other googoo eyes since the fifth grade and it's been painful just watching their endless pining.

"Wait, so you're not mad?" I nodded rapidly. "You're completely okay with this?"

"Yes, I am Dean! Quit worrying," I said, trying to reassure him. "But," I began, and his happy expression dropped, "you can't let Eric and Rachael know about this. They will murder you, and that's not going to happen on my watch." I pulled him into a side hug.

"Yeah, I know that much," he sassed back, and I could feel him roll his eyes. He squeezed me tightly.

We layed in each other's arms, and just like every time this has happened before, we found it comfortable. I breathe in his scent, forever familiar in my head. Whiskey (he drinks it a lot, but I don't say anything), oil that hasn't quite come off of him after his shower, and this one smell that I couldn't quite describe, but it was just the smell of Dean and that's all I needed to know.

I could feel sleep overtaking me, the darkness consuming me. Before I let the darkness engulf me fully, I feel Dean lay a lingering kiss on the top of my head.

"I just hope you'll be happy too," he whispers into the air.

Finally, I let the darkness consume me.

I pounded on the door for what seemed to be the hundredth time, growing more annoyed with Dean.

"I've been out here for the past five minutes," I shouted, "hurry and wrap it up!" I pounded my first harder on the door, surprised they have not started to hurt.

I can hear mumbling on the other side of the door, and seconds later he comes out, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Dude, you reek of sex and that isn't the way we want to walk into the house. You know that place is a madhouse! It's already two a.m. and we were supposed to be home at ten forty-five. I'm really glad Sammy asked to sleep over at a friend's house tonight," I scoffed furiously, grabbing at his arm. One look into his eyes and I knew we were fucked. He was drunk. Of course he's drunk! He gave me that smirk, that cocky and full-of-shit smirk, and oh my GOSH I just wanted to punch it right off his face.

"Y'know, y'look. . . y'look funny when yer mad." His voice was higher than it was supposed to be, his words slurring together. He tried to go in for a hug, giggling intensely.

"No, no, no. No hugs Dean! You look like you've been to every sex club in existence, you smell like a bar, and-are you even listing to a word I'm saying?!" I gripped his arm harder, trying to pull him with me to no avail.

"Nope." He popped the p and gave me a goofy smile. God, he looks so happy right now, I thought. I wish I could make him look this happy everyday.

"Okay," I patted him on his shoulder, sighing and loosening my grip on his arm, "okay."

We started making our way downstairs. I grabbed our coats and my purse that were in the hallway closet before I headed back to Dean, who was sitting on the couch, his eyes drooping from drowsiness trying to take over his body.

"Come on buddy, time to get up." I lightly shake him awake. He squinted his eyes at me.

"Uuugghh I don't wanna gooo!" Dean whined. I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes.

"Well boo-hoo your ass. I was down here watching everyone, and by that I mean I was watching everyone making out with each other, sitting here waiting for you." I pulled on his arm, but he wouldn't budge. Then, I smirked at an idea that popped in my head. "If you don't get your lazy ass up, we won't drive in Baby."

Dean's eyes grew wide, and he stood up immediately, swaying. I steadied him, giving him his coat. He stared at it and giggled, and I rolled my eyes and took his hand, leading him to the door.

I open the door, the air stinging my face as I practically dragged Dean behind me, a trail of giggles and nonsense leaving his mouth. I walk to the top of the steps leading down to the sidewalk, stopping at the sight I see.

The yellow light from the streetlamps illuminates the scene of my friend, Charlie Bradbury, kissing some random girl. I stumble, taking a few steps back, and I feel Dean bump into me.

"Shwoops!" Dean exclaimed loudly, startling Charlie and her. . ."friend."

Charlie stares at me for what feels like forever. I wait for her to say something, anything, but she says nothing. I clear my throat and make it down the steps with Dean clumsily following behind me, a weird feeling in my stomach. I mean, it's not like I should care, It's not like she's my girlfriend. We're only friends! And it seems like she was enjoying her make out sesh with whoever that was. . .

I shake my head to clear my thoughts, dragging Dean behind me. He yanks his hand free from my grip and walks in front of me to reach the car, kindly opening the door to the passenger's seat for me.

"M'lady," he says, drawing out the y, bowing down to me, stumbling over his feet. I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself, Why, God, why do I have to be related to this dumbass?

Dean stood upright, his hand fumbling in his pocket to get his keys. Once he got them, he attempted to swirl them around his finger, but ended up with the keys on the sidewalk. He giggled and said, "I'mma drive." I sighed, annoyed, and picked the keys up from the sidewalk. I pushed Dean into the passenger seat, receiving a giggle in reply. "Yer, thehe, really fhu. . .fhunny, d'you know that?"

"Yes, Dean, I know that we established this already. Now c'mon, we need to get out of here," I said, patting his shoulder and reaching out to close the door.

"Okie dokie," he said, laughing quietly as I closed the door.

"This is why Sammy likes me better," I muttered under my breath, heading to the driver's side of the car and getting in.

"You ready? Because I am," I stated to Dean, closing the door behind me and turning the ignition on. When I heard the rumble of Baby's engine roar, I knew we were set.

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We stopped by an abandoned parking lot for the night, not wanting to go "home." I headed to the back seat and got comfortable, using my jacket as a pillow.

"Dean?" I asked, receiving a hum in response. "How sober are you?"

"Mostly not drunk, why?" he asked, seriousness in his voice.

"Just askin'," I replied back, keeping it short. A feeling I knew too well settled over the car. Silence. It felt like we were wrapped up in silence, and I felt it crushing me. The itch is back on my arms and I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to think about what happened earlier today. The reason why I agreed to go to the party in the first place, to numb the feeling. But, of course I couldn't because I needed to take care of my ass of a brother here. I reached under the passenger's seat and grabbed my new best friend, tequila. I popped the cap off and took a swig, the familiar liquid burning throughout my throat and chest.

After a few moments of crushing silence and me going to town with my tequila best friend, I heard gun shots in the distance. Dean and I startled, looking at each other. We looked out the window to the lot so we could figure out where the sound came from. Dean sprang up from his seat and headed out of the car.

"Dean get back in the car, you don't know who could be out there!" I whispered yelled, afraid of getting caught. I reached out, grabbing his elbow and spinning him around. "You're still wasted, so get your ass back in the car!"

"What if somebody's hurt, Alex?" he whispers yelled back at me. "I'm technically the older one in this situation, so you should just let me go!"

"Letting you go my ass! If you're gonna fight me on this, I'm at least gonna go with you and that is period," I replied fiercely. He huffed, turning away, looking for the potential threat.

"Fine, come on."

"Ugh, fine."

So with that, we walked through the abandoned lot, using our flashlights from our phones. The only things I could hear were our quiet footsteps and Dean's heavy breathing. My heart started thumping so fast and hard that it felt like it would burst out of my chest, and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears with every step I took. Dean stopped abruptly, causing me to bump into him.

"What the hell, du-"

"Shut up, look!"

There it was; the gun. There was blood splattered all over the chamber and handle.

"Give me your bandana," I said quickly.

"Why?!" Dean asked, exasperated, but still reaching in his pocket to get the bandana out.

"Just give me the damn thing," I said, yanking it out of his hand, lay the piece of cloth on top of the gun, and gently pick it up. The gun still warm under my touch, examining it, then putting it back down as gently as I picked it up. "The chamber's still hot but there weren't any dents or scratches on it. So the attacker," my breath hitched, "the attacker-"

"He must have left it there," a familiar voice said, startling us both. "Hands where I can see 'em, darling." I mentally cringed at the name, a shiver going down my spine. I turned around and saw the last person I ever wanted to see, slowly inching closer to Dean.

"What are you doing here? Last time I checked, you moved out of Lawrence," Dean spat, anger growing inside of him.

"Well, you ain't in Lawrence anymore. You're in my turf now, Winchesters." He reached for the gun, pointing it at us. All the sirens in my head were going off, telling me to get as far away as I could with Dean, but we really couldn't do that at the moment because of the gun being pointed at us. And, by the weight of when I picked it up, it was fully loaded.

"Put the goddamn gun down Michael, we all know you won't shoot us," Dean spat, venom leaking from his words, ready to fight him at any second.

"Maybe, maybe not. But one thing I know for certain is that I despise the Winchester's guts." His finger lingered over the trigger.

"Just put the gun down, Michael," I said from my spot next to Dean.

"You guys put me through hell this past year. So, why don't you give me a perfectly good reason to not shoot both of you right now?" He was met with silence, Dean and I not uttering a word. "That's what I thought."

I was starting to realize at this moment that eternal fate has turned its back on us. He pulled the trigger, and the last thing I heard was BANG!

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a/n #2: hiya! thank you to all of those reading this, i appreciate it a lot. i love editing this story and encouraging my friend, so i hope you love it as well! - Kati Bee

a/n #3: I want a special thanks to my sweet friend, kati bee. I wouldn't know where this chapter would have gone without her. I know many writers say this but feedback and likes are kindly appreciated. It's letting us know that you guys are enjoying the story and wanting us to continue the story, as well.

a/n #4: forgot to mention that Dean and Alex are twins,17 going to 18, and Sam is 13 going to 14.

#Kate Huntington’s 1K celebration #first fic #hope it goes well #LWH #chapter 1 #fluffy dean #drunk dean #twins #Dean #Destiel #Alex #Sammy

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this-is-freeridge · 5 years

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The Air Between Us

Chapter Three: Mari meets the Martinez family.

Warning: this fic deals with dark themes, including but not limited to teen pregnancy, rape, drug abuse, murder, abortion, underage drinking and underage sex.

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The walk through the living room to the dining table where Ruben’s family sat was a long one. Mari couldn’t help but feel like she was walking into a courthouse, on trial for something as trivial as connecting with her father. If this was a courthouse, Geny was the judge (in fact, Mari could feel the judgement from that cold scowl before she had even entered the house), the two boys and who Mari could only assume was Abuelita, were the jury and the Twitter that were running around the table in circles...well, they didn’t really fit into her analogy so she would lump them in with curious family members in the audience that were barely involved with he crime being committed.

Geny sat at the table, the side directly opposite the door - Mari couldn’t help but feel this was specifically so she could size her up the moment Ruben opened the door - with an empty seat beside her, presumed to be for Ruben.

On either end of the table were their older sons. At the end on the left was a shorter boy, no older than 15, with a crisp shirt buttoned all the way up, brown hair with curls perfectly styled on top, perfect posture and hands clasped together on the table before him. The boy on the right was the polar opposite - wild, unruly hair, a t-shirt that looked frayed from age and slouched comfortably. The second boy looked older, too; about Mari’s age. The older of the two was the only one looking at her. He was curious and she couldn’t blame him. The younger wasn’t caving, treating it as though this was a business meeting. She knew who they were, Ruben had talked about them; Ruben, or Ruby for short, and Mario. She didn’t want to sound like a creep, though, so she sad nothing.

Abuelita was sitting opposite Geny, but she was twisting her torso in order to gawk openly at Mari as she entered the house. Mari assumed the spare seat beside the woman was for her, and this proved to be correct when Ruben gestured for her to sit. She did, but Abuelita didn’t stop staring until Ruben had been seated as well.

Mari had expected Ruben would then introduce her, but nothing. It was as though now he was back by Geny’s side he was speechless, unsure what to do or say. Mari didn’t know either, so she just sat. Ruby slowly turned his head to get a look in, make his judgement calls, consider the best opening statement. He didn’t have a chance to get one out, because it was Mario that spoke first.

“Mariana, right?”

Mari nodded. Overall she preferred Mari, no one ever called her by her first name, but right now her only focus was on fitting in so she wasn’t about to correct anyone.

“I’m Mario, that’s Ruby,” he said, confirming what she already knew, “Abuelita and our mom, Geny,”

“It’s nice to meet you all,”

“So, you’re our sister, huh?”

It was more of a statement than a question, something to break the ice, but Mari felt obliged to answer.

“Yep,” she said with a small nod and popping the ‘p’. What else could she say?

Mario spoke again but turned to Ruben this time, a hard look on his face.

“How?” He asked, “she can’t be much younger than me; did you cheat on mom?”

Ruben frowned and Geny shook her head.

“Of course not!” Ruben said, “I love your mother, Mario. I always have, but as ready as we thought we were to have kids, it was hard. You were a little over one, and Geny and I were struggling. We couldn’t agree on parenting methods and we weren’t getting along, so your mother thought it best we separate for a while. Give each other some space and hope the absence made our relationship stronger.

“It did, but it took a few months. I was lonely, and the times when I didn’t have you with me, Mario, I was depressed. Then, I ran into Mari’s mother. We were high school sweethearts, and it was nice to see her. Geny wasn’t giving me any indication that we would be getting back together, so I tried a new relationship. It fizzled out because I was obviously in love with Geny, so I begged her to take me back and here we are now,”

He finished with a smile and took Geny’s hand. Mari thought she should feel something like sadness, or disappointment. He had chosen Geny over her mother, after all. Maybe if he had stuck around her upbringing may have been better. She wasn’t sad though - she could consider what ifs all day, but it wouldn’t change anything. Maybe her mother would’ve dragged Ruben down the drug-induced rabbit hole with her. All she knew was that Ruben was happy, he had a happy family and all things considered, Mariana had turned out alright herself.

“How long have you known?” Mario asked next.

He didn’t respond immediately, choosing instead to look down at the table - in shame, discomfort, Mari didn’t know. What she did know was that she needed to help him out. He may not have given them all enough time to process the news, but to his own credit Mari had only managed to find him a few months ago, so she told them just as much.

“Four months,” she announced, swallowing her nerves. All eyes turned to her, including his. Abuelita and the boys’ faces were unreadable, aside from their furrowed brows. They were focused on Mari and ready to listen and take mental notes as she spoke. It was Ruben and Geny that surprised her. Geny looked shocked - maybe Ruben had told her more recently, though he doesn’t seem to be the kind to keep a secret like that from someone he loves (and Mari could tell he loved Geny) but Ruben looked...sad, almost disappointed.

Regardless, Mari continued her story. Now she had started there was no point stopping.

“I spent almost six months searching for him,” she said, “my mom never talked about him. Whenever I asked she said she didn’t know who he was, or he was dead, or she’d make up a story; anything to get me to stop asking and make sure I never found out.

“We moved around a lot when I was a kid, before settling down in San Jose, so any records of him or anyone who might have known who he could’ve been, were long gone. Then one day, about a year ago, my mom’s new boyfriend moved in and I realised I had to get out, but I didn’t want to feel alone; I just wanted to know that I had some family out there - anyone that was better than my mom. So, I called all of the hospitals from all of the towns we ever lived in, trying to find out where I was born.

“That led me to a nurse, who led me to a Planned Parenthood clinic, that led me to an old school friend of hers, who gave me a list of people it could’ve been. I tracked down everyone on the list, but they all assured me it couldn’t have been them except, well, Ruben. We emailed back and forth a few times and when I told him I was looking to move out, he asked if I would stay here, get to know him and his side of the family.

“I understand this sounds like a stupid, elaborate story just to give me a place to stay, but I swear it isn’t. I have some money, there’s a hostel nearby that I can stay at until I find a job and can find somewhere more permanent. I don’t want to cause any trouble here, with your family, but I would like to get to know you all,”

For the first time, Ruby spoke. “Those other guys who said they weren’t your dad, how do you know they weren’t lying?”

“My mom is white,” Mari didn’t miss Geny’s eye roll as she said this, “so were those other guys,”

Ruby looked her up and down once, taking in her dark features - tan skin, dark eyes, dark hair - before nodding as if to say “yeah, that makes sense”.

“Ruben,” Abuelita said, her accent was thicker than Mari expected and there was something like shock in her voice, “you never knew about this? About her?”

To say Abuelita was shocked would be an understatement. Ruben had always been responsible and reliable. When someone had a problem they went to him to know what to do. For Ruben to have a child he didn’t know about, well, that was unlike him and Abuelita couldn’t help but feel that there was more to the story than he was letting on. She didn’t say anything for the moment, but she would find out soon enough - she always did.

Geny, who hadn’t said a word to Mari since earlier that afternoon, was having none of it. Without a word, she stood up, glanced down at Ruben and stormed into the bedroom. The door closed with a resounding slam, causing Ruben to flinch.

Mari’s heart dropped to her stomach. If Geny was his rock then Mari was a hard place and right now, he was forced to choose. His wife was clearly unhappy with the situation, but he so obviously wanted to know Mariana.

“It’s okay,” she said to him with a small nod, “you should go after her,”

Hesitation lingered on his features. “But...you came all this way,”

“And now I’m here; we have time to get to know each other. Go talk to her, give everyone some time to process, and we can try this family dinner again next weekend. I’ll even cook,”

Ruben smiled and reached across the table to grab her hand. How was he so lucky to end up with such a mature daughter? He was grateful to her, he just hoped he could make it up.

“Ruby, Mario,” he said, looking between his boys, “can you two be nice to Mari? Get to know her, maybe show her around Freeridge a bit?”

The moment the boys agree, Ruben was up and gone. Though she wanted him to go and be with Geny, her anxiety had suddenly peaked at being alone with her long lost half brothers and Abuelita.

The four of them sat at the table in silence. Before Mari had a chance to speak to the older lady or properly introduce herself, Abuelita threw her hands up and muttered something under her breath that sounded to Mari like “I’m not needed here” and left the table.

And then there were three. Until Mario stood too, that is.

“I actually have a date with Angelica,” he said and with a small smile and a shrug sorry, he left too.

Ruby glanced across at Mari, unsure. They both shifted uncomfortably in their seats - neither had been in this position before. What were they supposed to do now.

“You don’t have to-” and “I was going to-” they spoke at the same time.

“You go,” Ruby said. “Ladies first,”

The sentiment was funny coming from a boy his age, but he seemed genuine. He had manners, and Mari wondered if that was something that was raised in them or if it was just him.

“I just wanted to say that you don’t have to do anything. I can show myself around, really, and I wouldn’t tell Ruben if you had better things to do,”

“I mean, I’m meant to be hanging with Cesar and Jamal today,” he stated with a sort of half shrug, as if those names meant anything to her, “Cesar’s brother just got outta prison a few days ago though, so we don’t know it he can chill,”

At this point, Mari could tell Ruby was just talking to himself, but she nodded along anyway. She was in no position to argue with anyone. This was their life she had walked into, how could she ask them to drop anything?

“Oh,” Ruby said (and to be honest, Mari was so in her own mind that she hadn’t realised he was still talking), “you can come, if you want,”

He shrugged nonchalantly, as though he hadn’t invited her as an afterthought. She smiled though. She could tell that behind that unconcerned mask he was putting on, he was curious about her - maybe even a little excited. From fear of scaring him off, she didn’t say anything about it, but agreed nonetheless. She was curious, and even excited, about them too.

The walk to Jamal’s was a short one but Mari picked at her cuticles, a nervous habit she’d had her whole life, the entire time. The tension left the moment she met the boy. He was tall and lanky with a bright smile and hyperactive personality and she could tell they would get along fine.

He stared a little when they first met.

“You look alike,” he said.

“It’s the babyface,” she replied with a shrug and a halfhearted “sorry, man,” to Ruby. Ruby only agreed and muttered something about Ruben’s genes.

The three of them chatted as they headed toward Cesar’s house, but Mari’s heart wasn’t in it. Mari had never been good with directions, but something about this road was familiar. She was trying to put her finger on it but she was struggling. Maybe it only seemed familiar because nothing was, or maybe it was deja vu.

It didn’t dawn on her until they had already arrived - they were at Spooky’s house.

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Proven Innocent Season 1 Episode 9

Trigger warning: this episode deals with rape

We open on Madeline once again visiting her girlfriend in prison. After telling her girlfriend that her parents are eager to meet her, they then discuss her last parole hearing. Madeline is going to be a character witness, obviously. Madeline is also certain that her girlfriend's got this, because she hasn't been in trouble in five years, and she's got a leadership position in the cafeteria.

Back at the office, a couple comes in and tells Madeline about how their son was wrongfully convicted of a rape-murder, of which they have DNA evidence that would free him. Easy and Madeline go talk to guy, who says that he's been studying law so that he can free himself, because the only thing he knows is that he didn't do this. He was in high school, but he sold pot. So he got invited to this frat party. He drank too much and passed out in somebody's room. He woke up to the police arresting him, and a dead body in the room that he'd never seen before. He somehow or another got the semen from the girl's rape kit tested, and the DNA didn't match his own.

Later, Bodie says that they should only take super easy cases where the client does all of the work. Just then, the lady who'd been helping them with the death row case a few episodes back comes in. The execution drugs in Ohio are about to expire, to literally every single death row inmate is back on death row, and each of them is being pushed through the system.

And I have to say a few things about this: I'm usually pretty in favor for the death penalty. There are horrible people in the world and I don't want my tax dollars funding them sitting around in a jail somewhere for years as they wait to die of natural causes in their 90's. However, deciding to kill a whole bunch of people because your murderer-be-gone juice is about to go bad is a shitty reason to decide to kill people.

From here on out, the episode splits and follows Easy (with Bodie) helping get the one client off from the rape-murder charge, and then Madeline and Violet in Ohio fighting against the unjust death penalty.

But first, let's start with the two lesser subplots.

Up first is Levi. We don't see much of him this episode (and literally nothing with Isabel). He called up that goth chick from several episodes ago, the one who was friends with Heather in high school, but then Heather made her OD on drugs, and she went from “queen bee” to hardcore goth.

Levi talks about how he got into drugs when he was in prison, but she kind of doesn't want to “compare battle scars”. This of course leads them to talking about Rosemary's murder, and she says that it changed literally everything.

And now, Bellows's subplot. His new political campaign manager is encouraging him to push his platform of being pro-death penalty, especially in regards to Rosemary's Law. Having been a lawyer for many years, Bellows has seen the absolute worst of the worst, and he's very much in favor of it. However, he's always remained neutral in the face of the public.

He talks it over with his wife the next morning, who gives some sage advice as far as politics go: it doesn't matter what you do or say so long as you're elected. After that, then you can make up your mind. This prompts Bellows to call both his managers into the office and he fires the old one, which means that he's going to publicly support the death penalty.

Even later, he talks about it with his campaign sponsor. The sponsor is pleased that Bellows is doing things in the Bellows way, rather than to just blindly follow whatever the manager suggests.

And with Easy... First, he goes before the judge to show the new DNA tests, all of which were never actually performed at the time of the original arrest and sentencing. This is because nobody fucking believed that the guy who was in the room as the dead girl wouldn't have done the crime. The judge is Easy's former teacher and mentor, of which is brought up in the court just to make sure that the DA is aware of this and okay with it.

However, the judge says that the young man is cleared of any wrong-doing of the rape... but not the murder. Just because he didn't rape her didn't mean that he didn't go in and murder her after the rape. Which... it seems kind of fair, I suppose.

Back at the office, Easy and Bodie look at all of the frat brothers who were at the school at that time. Of course, this crime happened some 25 years earlier, so now these people are not only in their 40's... but are all kind of major movers and shakers in the community.

Bodie and Easy go to a Christmas party where a bunch of the old frat boys would be. They're easy to talk to... until they let on that they're lawyers working on this case. And then they suddenly shut down and ask them to leave.

As they're going, Bodie gets the idea to run the DNA through the criminal DNA database. However, Easy isn't so certain that it'll pop any hits, since these are “good boys” who do their crimes in the dark, and who have money to cover it up and never be found out. Ugh.

Easy was right, but Bodie does come up with something interesting: the mystery raper has a son, who's submitted his DNA to try and figure out who his father is.

They track down where this young man lives, but instead end up talking to his mother. She tells them that she was in the same sorority as the murdered girl, and knew her. A little while before that rape-murder happened, she herself was partying, drank too much, passed out, and woke up to somebody raping her. When she found out that she was pregnant, she ran off and never looked back.

She also tells them that she was the girlfriend of one of the frat boys, and the other frat boy raped her. So Bodie and Easy track down the former boyfriend, who doesn't want to talk to them... So they're like “Will you talk to her?” The guy then spills the beans about what really happened the night of the murder. He and the other guy cornered the girl upstairs. They were going to tag-team her, but the one guy chickened out and left. (Why he never came forward with this information is beyond me, but sure.)

With this new evidence, Easy goes back to the court. However, the judge is... confused. He keeps saying stuff like how long it's been since he last saw Easy, and to bring in the jury. However, there is no jury, because this is a preliminary hearing.

Easy goes to the judge's office later, and tries to convince the judge that his memory is slipping and maybe he should step down from the bench. However, he won't listen, even when he says that his wife died a year ago, but Easy says that it was four years ago. But then Easy says that he's going to submit a brief based off of such-and-such legal paper. The judge doesn't know it. Really? Because it's been quoted even by the Supreme Court of the United States? Still nothing. But the judge wrote it.

And that's what convinces him that he really needs to step down. The next morning, he makes this grand speech in front of the courtroom about his failing health, and promises that the next judge will take good care of them.

The judge who replaces him almost instantly grants the client his freedom with all of the overwhelming evidence that he didn't do it. (We don't see any of the actual trial, just setting him free.)

And finally, with Madeline. Obviously their first step is to remind a judge that another judge had already granted their client a stay of execution. However, this judge is quick to remind them that this is only under the assumption that they can find new evidence. Which they haven't exactly done. So it's back to the drawing board.

Since the murdered cop was supposed to have been undercover, he would have had a handler, somebody who he reported to, who would know where he was at all times. Madeline submits papers to find out more about this, and Violet uncovers something interesting. A former officer who worked over the murdered cop now currently works for the local mob boss. However, their Ohio lady tells them that the man is untouchable because he puts his illegally gained money into creating legitimate jobs.

Violet and Madeline go talk to the current bodyguard/former officer of the law, but the mob boss shows up and is quick to shut them down. However, the things that the bodyguard said weren't exactly a smoking gun of proof that he himself had done anything... but the entire thing is highly suspicious as fuck-all.

As they're leaving, Madeline's girlfriend calls. But helping get somebody off from death row in another state is more important than being a character witness... especially because she has other character witnesses, and those haven't been in jail before. The girlfriend seems upset, but understanding.

Madeline gets the bodyguard to testify, but the judge still doesn't buy anything. Madeline tries to argue that a former officer who'd been investigating the mob boss that he now currently works for is suspicious, but the judge clearly doesn't care. (And if you ask me, the entire legal system stinks to high heavens.)

They're now out of options... and out of time. Even though Madeline says that she'll keep fighting, there's little else that she can do at this point. However, their client says that he's ready to go. He says about how whenever somebody is taken to the death chamber, all of the other death-row inmates bang on the doors and scream as loud as they can as a show of support. But he says that he's not afraid because Madeline believes him.

So the man is murdered by the state. And Madeline just sits back at the office in Chicago and fumes about how unfair that the entire system is that just murdered somebody with overwhelming evidence, but literally nobody cared about any of that.

Later, Madeline meets her girlfriend in prison as she gets released.

#PROVEN INNOCENT #The Ravenclaw mod

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fatal attraction│01 (m.)

→ pairing: reader x jungkook (feat. taehyung)

→ genre: serial killer au, angst

→ word count: 14k

Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one.

→ warnings: mentions of smut, drug and alcohol abuse, violence, light gore, death and murder. This will be a series with a lot of twists and turns… I’ve been working on this for a while and I’m excited to finally post so I hope you all like it.

↳ series m.list | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | on going

You were at Hoseok’s palace of a home. You were at Hoseok’s palace of a home every Saturday night. Every weekend his parents flew off to the Caribbean, leaving an empty house for him to have all of you over. Apparently dealing with their unemployed 24 year old son proved too stressful. You, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung and a hundred odd people occupied the Jung mansion in his parent’s absence. These parties were notorious from what you heard. Only a handful of times you had experienced them first hand, despite being in the same place every weekend. Instead, you’d lock yourselves upstairs and let the party goers enjoy the raging vibes below.

Surprisingly, Hoseok never minded these strangers soiling his million dollar home. Whenever someone would break a vase or knock over an expensive artwork his reaction was far from frightening. His eyes would widen and he’d mutter an ‘oh shit’ before erupting into laughter. He was so carefree and that’s what you loved most about him - despite the trait most likely stemmed from growing up so privileged.

Hoseok was heir to an empire. You all were and you were lucky you all clicked so well when your parent forced you all to form a little group. Sure you fought every now and then, but there were two things that always kept the dynamic in check, two things you would always have in common. One, none of you wanted to take over your families’ businesses and two, all of you loved to drink.

You were sitting at the dining table scattered with all types of contraband and playing cards. You had the worst poker face, so your goodies were at the other end of the table with Taehyung. You sent him a death glare as he snorted a line of your cocaine before puckering his lips at you.

“Asshole!”

“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re shit,” he retorted.

“Fuck you!”

You chucked your cards at him and he cackled when they landed nowhere near him.

“Let’s just play something else,” Jimin suggested, hoping to simmer down the situation before you exploded.

“No!” Taehyung argued, “Just because princess pathetic can’t handle losing her stimulants doesn’t mean everyone’s fun has to be ruined.”

Taehyung was known for joking around, especially with you. For some reason beyond your knowledge, you were his favourite to tease. It was a thrill for him to get a rise out of you, you could see it in his eyes. Every time, his chocolate orbs would ignite with satisfaction at your reaction. It was like he got off from it, his dark stare taking a snapshot of your face to save for later. Although he irked you endlessly, you didn’t entirely mind. He ensured there was never a dull day. He ensured embarrassing moments never went unnoticed and were stored away for future laughs. He was your friend and you knew he loved you, despite the harassment. But that comment did hurt.

“Hey!” Yoongi snapped.

Taehyung eyes widened and he hung his head. Whenever Yoongi spoke up, you all knew, as well as Taehyung, that he had gone too far. Now at an awkward standstill as to what to play next, Hoseok got up to go downstairs. He’d make an appearance every hour, more so to please his guests as opposed to checking if his home was still intact. After two years of witnessing these parties you had come to the conclusion that Hoseok used them to punish his parents for neglecting him. They weren’t for his pleasure and they weren’t for his boys or yours. The parties were only a background noise. It was a weird dynamic when you actually thought about it but it worked. The guests knew never to come upstairs and as long as they obeyed that rule, they could drink and party to their hearts’ content. However, Hoseok wasn’t completely reckless, if anyone broke his very few, lax rules they were banned for good. His status alone kept trespassing nonexistent. It was organised chaos.

“I’m off to do the rounds! If you haven’t come up with a game by the time I come back, we’re all joining the party,” Hoseok threatened and earned a groan from all the boys as he left.

“Ok fine! Since princess-” Taehyung began with a snarky tone.

“Careful,” Yoongi warned.

He sighed before adjusting his tone to something close to endearing.

“Since princess has lost her assets, how about we bet on clothes?”

“If you give me my coke back I’ll strip for you right now,” you deadpanned, fed up with his extra sass.

“Really?!” He exclaimed, his face lighting up with shock, which you hated because he looked so damn cute.

“Just have mine ____,” Jimin offered kindly, trying to save your dignity.

“No offence baby but my coke is better,” you sassed, drunk and coming down from the weak drugs.

Jimin dropped his cards in defeat. He was always such an angel to you, you knew you’d feel bad tomorrow but right now your stubborn self just didn’t care.

“____ just text Jin and get more,” Yoongi suggested clearly trying to protect your dignity as well.

“I can’t,” you replied in a small voice.

“Why?” Taehyung challenged with a smirk.

“Because if I ask him for drugs again he’s gonna tell mum and dad,” you admitted unable to make eye contact with anyone.

Sure your brother was a part time drug dealer, but it didn��t mean he wasn’t still your brother. He was overprotective and controlling and he hated you hanging out with the boys. If it wasn’t for the fact your friendships benefited the family business, he would have narked on you all years ago.

Taehyung’s cackle filled the room. “Are you serious?!”

“Why are you being extra dickish today?”

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders before pushing his chair back and dangling your little white bag spitefully. In blind determination you marched over to him, peeling the tight shirt off your back. Jimin and Yoongi yelled in half-hearted disgust and turned away while Taehyung hollered.

“C'mon guys don’t pretend you haven’t wanted see this for years!”

You ignored his comment, knowing if you acknowledged it your face might have turned beet red. You attempted to snatch your drugs dangling between his fingers but he palmed the bag.

“Jeans as well, baby.”

You rolled your eyes and began to unzip. You should have felt disgusted and repelled by his sleazy behaviour but you couldn’t. As you looked down into his eyes that were filled with curiosity and anticipation, you could only see your little Tae. Taehyung who never failed to make you smile by the sight of his face alone, his constant expression of absence and his big bambi eyes. The urge to pinch his cheeks was a daily struggle and that image was impossible to tarnish. And in a weird way, it made you feel ok with what was going on. You trusted Taehyung, you trusted all the boys and you were comfortable. Honestly you were surprised they hadn’t seen you naked already.

“Stop!” Yoongi yelled before you could push your jeans past your ass.

“Why?!” Tae whined in dramatic pain.

“Jin’s on his way.”

“What?!” You screeched in panic.

“Chill! I texted him asking to score and he said he was in the area. Put your shirt back on, your high end coke is on its way,” Yoongi explained.

“Thank you.”

You did what you were told and poked your tongue at Taehyung before returning to your seat. He kicked at Yoongi’s chair and mouthed a 'what the fuck man?!’ at him when he thought you weren’t watching.

“We’ve got a good thing going here!” Yoongi bellowed, disregarding Tae’s attempt to be discreet. “I’m not going to let you make it weird and awkward for the only girl that likes us because you’re high and horny!”

Now, girls liked them. Girls liked them a lot. However you were the only one who didn’t beg them for anything remotely romantic. Now don’t get it wrong, it was difficult in the beginning. The four of them screamed anime fantasy, with their impeccable fashion sense and coloured hair. Their demeanours radiated sex appeal without effort, disinterested and completely unaware of how alluring it was. They were just too cool it hurt. It took a good couple of months of getting used to and resisting that urge to throw yourself at any of them was probably the best thing you had ever done. It was strange to think your feelings for them weren’t always platonic.

And even more strange to think it was Taehyung that caught your eye first.

He was slouched against the wall at the bottom of Hoseok’s grand staircase. His hair was red at the time and he was sporting leather trousers and a white bomber. Drunken strangers flooded the distance between you two and obscured your view occasionally but it was still impossible not to spot him. He looked and was, fucked and he completely owned it. His mouth was in a permanent smirk, his tongue making an appearance every few seconds. He was looking everywhere and nowhere in particular. It had you yearning for his thoughts. Daze so intense, he hadn’t even noticed you blatantly staring at him for the last half an hour.

Half an hour you had been there, dragged out of bed by your brother because he needed to deal and you couldn’t be left alone. You truly had no interest in attending one of Hoseok’s parties but now, discovering this gorgeous boy had you kicking yourself for not making an appearance sooner. Once you had enough of the torture, in a second of blind courage, you found your legs moving towards him. You didn’t even have anything to say. Honestly, you were shamelessly contemplating just shoving your tongue down his throat because you didn’t have anything to say. But you weren’t the only one with him in your radar. You stopped in your tracks when suddenly this gorgeous blonde popped out of nowhere and latched onto him. You cursed. If only you had made your move sooner. But no, you had spent the whole time just staring like an absolute creep…

But before you could completely bask in regret, he was waving her off.

It was bizarre.

She had the looks of a model, throwing herself at him and grabbing his manhood. He only chuckled and shook his head, letting her make a fool of herself. Just within earshot, you could make out her annoying whines.

“C'mon Tae, take me upstairs and we can fool around abit.”

Tae.

Tae chuckled and covered his face as if she had just said the most absurd thing imaginable. Leaning his head back against the wall, he stared at her through his lashes and once again, shook his head. She stomped like a child, disappointment shrouded her flawless face. In one final attempt to get in this boy’s pants, she leaned into his ear and whispered so seductively it gave you goosebumps.

“I really want to suck your cock baby.”

No reaction whatsoever, instead his smirk returned and his eyes found yours. You must have looked like a deer in headlights, unable to move or play off like you hadn’t been eavesdropping the entire time. His stare was inquisitive, curious and he refused to break it as he finally opened his mouth.

“No,” he growled into the blonde’s ear before winking at you.

Your heart stopped and you ran off in a panic. No no no no, hell no. There was no way you could face him now. On a mission to find your brother, you were praying he was far from the stairwell so you could make a proper escape. Tae’s raspy voice echoed in your brain as you moved through the crowd at an agonisingly slow pace. To your dismay, you didn’t get very far before Jin found you.

“____! I told you not to wander off! Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Jin yelled at you over all the commotion.

You had felt your phone go off but ignored it. You couldn’t risk tearing your eyes from Tae at the time. You were scared he’d get lost in the crowd even if you looked away for a second. But now that you had been discovered, you had to be as far away as possible. You nervously turned back to check the distance you made between yourself and said boy. It wasn’t a lot and he was still watching you, amused and the blonde had disappeared.

“I’m sorry, let’s just go home,” you gushed trying your best to usher him towards the door.

But he stopped.

“Oh! It’s Taehyung,” he said, waving at the boy you had been trying to run away from.

“You know him?!” You squealed.

“Yeah, he’s dad’s potential business partner’s son.”

Your eyes widened. “How do you know this?”

“We’re going to be taking over the family business eventually, ____, pay attention.”

“You’re taking over the family business Jin. So no, I won’t pay attention.”

He shook his head and chuckled.

“I’ll introduce you.”

“NO!”

Before your body could react, Jin was already approaching him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you along like he did when you two were kids. You tugged at his bicep in protest and whispered in his ear in desperation. You felt like you could mentally combust if forced to confront Taehyung now. Jin ignored your pleas, like always. Your heart was racing as Taehyung spotted Jin and stood up straight, recognition in his expression. It was the most alert you’d seen him.

“Oh, Jin!” He greeted.

“Taehyung!”

Then they did this bro handshake you’d never understand.

“Hey, do you have anymore of those pink tabs?” Taehyung asked your brother, eyes wide and hopeful. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“So that’s how you know him?” You called him out, as if he listened to shit concerning the family business. “I was under the impression you met through our respected law-abiding families?”

Jin shot you menacing eyes. “I did meet him through dad, you brat,” he hissed in your ear.

Taehyung chuckled. “Who is this?” He asked your brother and then turned to you, “And why’d you run away from me?”

“This is my little sister ____,” he introduced you before you had a chance to. “I have to babysit her even though she’s 19 years old because she can’t stay out of trouble. And why did you run away from him ____?”

You stuttered. The fucking nerve of him. You wanted to murder him. Taehyung’s laughter filled the air and you felt your face burning up. You twisted around to punch Jin in the gut but he predicted it and blocked it. The urge to scream in his face was so strong but Taehyung’s intense gaze forced you to behave.

"You’re not doing a very good job keeping her away from it.”

The three of you turned to the voice walking down the stairs. Your jaw dropped. The boy was just as ethereal as Taehyung. He had similar style, however a leather jacket hung off his shoulders instead of the white bomber that swallowed Taehyung. He caught your eye and smiled brightly, his eyes crescent moons. If you hadn’t died already, you died then.

“You’re no better,” Taehyung pointed at the other boy, eyes wide and accusing.

“What? I’m an angel,” the boy sung, running his fingers through his silvery white hair.

The other boys cringed and Taehyung shoved him as he took the spot next to him against the wall.

“I’m Jimin.”

“Hi,” you squeaked.

Jin looked at you, looked at his friends and then looked at the way you were looking at his friends. He could always sense the trouble before you ever could. It was the glint in your eye, the undeniable tension that radiated off of you whenever you were drawn to something, drawn to… trouble, essentially. And somehow it was Jin’s job to prevent it, to intervene before you delved face first.

“Ok I’m going to take my baby sister home now,” he declared, emphasising 'baby’.

“No, stay!” Jimin protested sweetly.

“Yoongi hates it when you leave so soon,” Taehyung added.

You had heard that name before, Jin was always mentioning him when he was not already with him. Although your brother never used the phrase best friend, you knew that was what Yoongi was. You had been dying to meet him. And you’d be lying if you said the two boys you had just met didn’t have anything to do with your change of mind.

“Let’s stay-” You began.

“Next time boys,” Jin interrupted, pulling your arm.

“Wait!” Taehyung hollered and closed the distance Jin attempted to make. “I wanna see you again.”

The smirk on him radiated utter confidence and bravado. You hadn’t made the best first impression, with the help of Jin, so you were quite surprised. Nevertheless, you bit your lip and pulled your phone out of your pocket. But it was quickly intervened.

"No,” your brother deadpanned.

The boys with coloured hair laughed.

“C'mon dude, we’re not that bad,” Jimin defended the both of them.

“Maybe you,” Jin said pointing at Jimin. “But not him.”

Taehyung gasped dramatically.

“Ok, how about I get her number then,” Jimin mediated.

Jin rolled his eyes but didn’t protest. He turned around as if saying to quickly do it while he wasn’t looking. You grabbed Jimin’s phone, typing your number and saving it. Taehyung’s eyes grew at the sight of Jimin’s phone, now with your number in it, as you handed it back. He was about to lunge for it but you grabbed his phone before he could and dialed your number quickly.

Jin turned around as your phone rang.

“Um no!”

“I’ll see you around,” You said with a wink, dragging your brother away.

Jimin and Taehyung told you a year later what they thought of you in that very moment. It started with, “you were sexy as hell” and ended with “but then you became one of us”. You had pondered that conversation and first interaction over and over, trying your best to analyse how they saw what they had explained. First of all, you looked a mess that night so for them to find you attractive enough to want to see you again, had you baffled. Jin gave you no time to change, so you were still in your satin nightgown and ended up chucking on boots that were laying at the front door. Your hair probably looked like a nest and all you did was stand there being patronised by your brother.

For a while you theorised it was because Taehyung thought anything in little dress was sexy as hell. He loved women with an alternative look and he was all about the chase so it was easy to assume. Jimin spoiled that theory eventually, with a raised eyebrow and an accusation that you weren’t giving yourself enough credit for how beautiful you were. And soon, to your embarrassment, whether it was a compliment or expressed as a burden, none of the boys would let you forget how beautiful you were.

As you walked back to the car with your brother that night, you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling. From the beginning, you could feel that you were on the same wavelength and that both parties had voids they knew the other could fill. It was in the way Jimin smiled at you. It was in the way Taehyung looked at you differently to the way he looked at that blonde girl. There was a connection you hadn’t felt since your ex-boyfriend and you had missed the excitement that coincided. The promise of new relationships - friendly and romantic alike.

However, Jin was quick catch on, being the protective brother was.

“You are never to go to one of those parties ever again,” he ordered before speeding down the driveway.

Like Jin could ever control you.

You found yourself being drawn to them. Every Saturday, without fail, you would sneak out your bedroom window to meet Taehyung waiting further down your street with the motor running. Before you’d end up at Hoseok’s, he’d drive you to a make out spot that overlooked a view of the lit up city at night. It was breathtakingly gorgeous despite the muffled moans from neighbouring cars. The first time he took you there you could tell a hook up was on his brain and sweaty palms aside, you were more than obliging. But instead, you got talking and that’s all you ended up doing. You told each other things you had never told anyone. You laughed until you cried. There was more than just attraction and that was the last time you ever got the sense he was coming on to you. And after that, surprisingly, the awe of him wore off. As you spent more weekends with him, he became less of an angelic being and more of a boy your age. The dazzle and charm of him developed into pure platonic fondness. As it did with Jimin. And then Hoseok and Yoongi when you met them.

You liked them for them and not for their looks, and Yoongi cherished that greatly. As corny as it sounded, it made you feel secure and warm and wanted. Just knowing for a fact, Yoongi wouldn’t let anything jeopardise your place in the group did wonders for your emotional stability.

“You could never scare me away,” you reassured him, in the cutest voice you could muster.

“Stop.”

You giggled at his reaction, as much as he pretended it disgusted him you knew he loved it. It was the glimmer of admiration in his face before he would twist it into a grimace. Jimin’s giggle filled the air and it was contagious.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” Jimin teased.

Yoongi shoved his chair back and shot out of his seat, ignoring Jimin’s comment.

“Fuck it.”

“Where are you going?!” Taehyung questioned, containing his laughter.

You all watched Yoongi’s back as he stormed up to the locked door.

“What else are we gonna do huh?! It took you idiots hours to decide on this game.”

It was not hours, drama queen.

The other boys grumbled. They hated joining the party. As obnoxious as it sounded, it was because they were sick and tired of being continuously hit on. Every time they took a step out that door, girls would squeal and then a brave one would come up and try her luck. Now, any guy would be in heaven but these boys were different. Jimin was shy and even though the attention was flattering, he didn’t want it and never knew how turn it down. Taehyung loved the attention, but he also loved the chase, nothing screamed boring more than a girl that was easy. Yoongi was too into his music, he couldn’t care for anything else. And Hoseok, was Hoseok. He was too all over the place for a girl to try to tie him down, even if only for a hook up.

To the boys discomfort and displeasure, you loved to see it all unfold.

“Let’s do it!” You cheered, joining Yoongi.

They moaned again, Jimin throwing his head back to be extra dramatic before dragging himself out of his seat.

“Only if me and ____ play boyfriend girlfriend!” Taehyung declared sickeningly cute before Jimin had a chance to.

“What are we? 10 years old?” You snapped.

Jimin narrowed his eyes before shoving his fist out. He played paper. Taehyung played scissors. Jimin declared defeat, kicking his chair in frustration.Taehyung shook his fists in victory before approaching you with open arms.

“I didn’t agree to this, you brat!” You protested, fending his arms away. “I was Jimin’s girlfriend last time, now people are going to think I’m fucking you all!”

Taehyung immediately morphed into your little Tae. Doe eyes and all. “But I won paper, scissors, rock,” he mumbled sadly.

You groaned, unable to deny him. And honestly, why should you care what those drunk people downstairs thought of you.

“Fine.”

He joined your foreheads together, half headbutting you in his excitement. “Thank you ____,” he said before squishing your cheek against his own and squeezing the life out of you. You acted a dead weight until he was done.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, hand on the doorknob.

You nodded, the other two meekly doing the same. It was a thrill actually attending these parties. It was never the same music or people and never the same dramas. As evil as it sounded, you were excited to see the dilemmas the boys would inevitably find themselves in this time. First stop, the kitchen, because you needed popcorn.

On cue, a few girls squealed and muttered to each other very loudly as you all descended. Taehyung had his arm draped around your shoulders in the most nonchalant way possible. You barely recognised it there before he’d occasionally yank on your neck to whisper in your ear. The looks you were given, you could only imagine criminals being looked at the same. It was beyond pathetic and absolutely hilarious. You could see the jealousy and frustration behind their eyes; that expression of realisation that they couldn’t have everything despite their parents enforcing they could. And being the bitch you were, you smiled at them and batted your lashes before shoving a hand down Taehyung’s back pocket. The gasps echoed through the room, it was iconic.

Jimin stuck himself strategically between yourself and Yoongi, who was leading the way. Before you all could make it even halfway into the living room, Jimin had ignored and ran away from his name whined thrice. The fourth time was gradually closer and he flinched like the soft baby he was, before picking up his speed. You didn’t mean to laugh at him but you did. He just looked so cute and small and scared, sticking to Yoongi like glue. His eyes almost popped out its sockets as this tall brunette came strutting up them, flipping her hair and winking. Now you felt bad, knowing Jimin would be petrified to tell this girl he wasn’t interested. To his relief, Yoongi had it sussed. With a flick of a wrist, he shooed her away, denying her the time of day. Jimin mumbled an apology at the girl’s baffled expression, before scurrying back to his friend’s side.

“Jiminie you’re so cute when you’re scared,” you teased him as you all finally made it to the kitchen.

He gave you a fake smile before flipping you off accordingly.

“Even his middle finger is cute,” Taehyung cooed, leaping over to him and grabbing his hand. “Look at his little hands!”

Seeing red, Jimin grabbed a loaf of bread, probably left on the counter by a drunken party goer trying to sober up and hurled it at Taehyung as he ran away.

“Ah!” Taehyung bellowed. “Violence is never the answer,” he joked, laughing like a madman.

The cocaine was definitely kicking in.

Just before Jimin could fire back, Yoongi was ordering for someone to text Hoseok. You volunteered, pulling out your phone as Taehyung draped an arm around your shoulder again and tried to feed you bread. You were beginning to regret agreeing to come downstairs with faded Tae. Drugs and crowds didn’t mesh well with him. He’d either be swinging from the chandelier or passed out in a closet and you were not in the mood for that sort of babysitting. You needed Hoseok, he always knew what to do these situations. They were his parties after all. You texted him your whereabouts. The kitchen was the most quiet room in the house on a saturday so it was always the meet up spot.

“I texted him,” you told Yoongi.

Yoongi nodded, too busy frowning at his lit up screen to answer. “Jin’s here.”

“That’s my cue!” You declared, ducking out of Taehyung’s embrace.

“Where are you going?” Taehyung asked in a panic.

“Where my brother isn’t. Can’t exactly let him think the coke is for me now can we?”

“But it is for you?” Taehyung questioned, scratching his head in confusion.

You sighed, patting his cheek pitifully.

“I’ll text you when he’s gone,” Yoongi said and you peered around Taehyung to nod at him.

You were praying that Jin either hadn’t entered the house yet or wandered off into the crowds. In order for you to sneak back upstairs, you had to actually get to the stairs and they were exactly opposite the front door. You were extremely cautious on your journey so far, zipping and weaving with your head down. Salvation was in sight. But just your luck, a voice hollered - your brother’s voice. You froze, contemplating just pretending you didn’t hear him but you knew that would be even more suspicious. You took a deep breath and turned around.

Jin hadn’t seen you. He wasn’t calling you. The person he was talking to hid from your view with the help of a few people at least a foot taller than you. Whoever it was had Jin’s full attention so it wasn’t a deal and it had you beyond curious. Jin didn’t have a lot of friends and the few he did have did not match the silhouette of the boy he was now talking to. You craned your neck for a better look, dying to know who it was.

Then Jin spotted you. Then said person turned around.

Your blood ran cold when your eyes locked. Time slowed down. Your heart was pounding in your chest, it felt strong but delayed. Your vision went blurry, everyone around you moved in slow motion. You didn’t even notice Jin shaking you and yelling, because your complete capacity to comprehend was fixated on him. What the fuck was he doing here? He smirked at you like he could read your mind. He emitted villainy with his long coat and black hair, looking like he was here to collect your soul. It was frightening, he was frightening. The aura that ran in his bloodline.

“What are you doing down here?” Jin had been questioning for the last ten seconds, although your ears only just begun to clarify his words.

“What is he doing here?” You croaked in panic and betrayal. “Why are you talking to him?!”

“Jin!” Hoseok bellowed with a chuckle, walking into an absolute shit storm without even realising. “I didn’t know you were making an appearance tonight!”

God, you loved Hoseok. His constant radiance and cheer never failed to make you happy… until now. And it made you want to cry to think even your precious Hobi couldn’t make this all ok.

“Why is she down here?” Jin interrogated him. “And why is she alone?!”

Hoseok was taken aback and let out a nervous chuckle. “Ah, sorry. She was with the others when I left.”

Then Hoseok spotted him and with a smile, went to greet him.

“Hello!” He greeted cheerfully before shaking his hand, “I’m Hoseok, please make yourself at home!”

You were cringing. He didn’t deserve your Hobi’s hospitality.

“Yeah, I know,” his deep voice replied. “I’ve been here before.”

“Oh!” Hoseok’s exclaimed, still serving his warm welcoming. “I’m sorry this is the first time we’ve met. I didn’t catch your name?”

“Namjoon.”

Hoseok just grinned like the ray of sunshine he was, completely unaware of who exactly was standing in front of him. And that was your fault. You hadn’t told the boys about Namjoon and a certain someone he was related to. Instead you just prayed this day would never come, that you would never have to be in his presence and face your past again. You should have told them. You should have told them. Hoseok was a networker and here he was, attempting to establish a connection and bond with Namjoon without knowing who he really was. Without knowing who his family was and who his family was to you. You had to save him.

“Go upstairs,” Jin ordered you one final time.

You were about to protest. There was no way you could leave without Hoseok, without telling him what was going on before it came from someone else’s mouth.

“I’d rather she didn’t,” Namjoon interrupted. “We need to catch up! It’s been awhile.”

“I have nothing to say to you!” You spat, nowhere near as confidently as you would have liked.

The chuckle that escaped his lips was dark and taunting. “Not even a ‘how are you? How is your family after I ran their reputation into the ground?!’”

You flinched away from him, shaking your head as if he was a hallucination and you could will him away.

“That wasn’t ____, that was your brother,” Jin defended you, stepping in front of him to shield you.

“Step aside,” Namjoon threatened so calmly it was scary.

“No.”

“I just need to talk to her.”

“No.”

Namjoon smirked. “Still fighting her battles huh?”

“Until the day I die.”

The tension was undeniable. You wanted to disappear as strangers quietened to watch the drama unfold. You must have looked as distressed as you felt because soon Hoseok was in front of you, your cheeks in his palms. He did this to prevent your panic attacks, sensing them before you could hit the ground, wailing.

“They’re all staring Hobi please.”

With a nod, he announced the party was over. Groans emitted everywhere, however everyone was quick to disperse. Within a few minutes the music was off and the foyer was empty.

“What’s going on-”

Taehyung, Jimin and Yoongi waltzed in, confusion plastered on their faces.

“Nothing! I’ll meet you guys upstairs.”

You forced a smile and it only made the three of them more uneasy. They each took a step forward, planting themselves within the situation. They were there to stay. You were dreading what they would think of you after this was over. You couldn’t bear it. This wasn’t happening.

Taehyung seemed to have sobered up, all staunch with a look of concern. “What’s going on?” He repeated.

“Nothing!” Namjoon chuckled. “I’m just checking up on my lil bro’s girl, that’s all.”

“What?” Jimin uttered, eyes bulging at you.

“She’s not his girl anymore,” Jin corrected, looking over his shoulder at your friends.

“She didn’t tell him that,” Namjoon argued. “Actually, she didn’t tell him anything at all because she’s the reason he’s where he is now and she probably still hates herself for it. What kind of person does that to the love of their life?”

“Wait, who?” Yoongi questioned, as far the boys knew you had never had a boyfriend.

The rage was building inside of you, your panic attack long forgotten.

“Ah! Of course you didn’t tell him. Little ____, always running away from her problems,” he continued to patronise and insult you. “Always running away from the consequences.”

That was it. You were charging, shoving Jin and Hoseok out of the way.

“You don’t know shit about me!” You yelled at him.

“Yeah not anymore,” he scoffed, looking down at you with discontempt, “but I did once. Who are you now?”

“This is me,” you huffed, “when I’m not in love with him.”

“Ah,” he sighed while scratching the back of his head nervously. “He’s not going to like that.”

“So that’s why you’re here? To relay him closure?” You sassed, unable to stop yourself. “You can tell that fucker that we were over from the moment he-”

“You can tell him yourself,” Namjoon interrupted with a sly smile.

“Now why would I go see him?” You bellowed, incredulously. “I never want to see his face again!”

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at your crazed ones.

“Ok, I guess I’ll have to tell him then. He’s not going to be very forgiving hearing it from me.”

You grimaced, completely unimpressed. “Do I look like I give a shit?”

“No,’ he deadpanned, “and you’re gonna regret it.”

“I doubt it.”

“I’m not buying it,” he taunted.

“How?!”

“A love, like what you two had, doesn’t just go away,” he stated, “no matter how much of a bitch you’ve become or pretend to be.”

As soon as the word bitch came out of Namjoon’s mouth, Hoseok stepped in. “Ok time for you to leave, asshole.”

Namjoon cackled. “I’m not the asshole here,” he said, staring you down.

Trying to avoid his gaze, you stole quick glances at the boys. They we all silent, speechless. The looks on their faces were of utter disbelief as the gears began to gradually turn. You weren’t as perfect as they thought you were, as you portray yourself to be. And you could see it, that question in their eyes as they stared at you - who are you? This was not how you wanted them to find out. It made you absolutely livid, even more so now that this image of your former self was being painted by someone else. And that this someone else was playing coy enough for them to fill in the blanks with the worst they could imagine.

Why the fuck did we come downstairs?

“Why are you here, Namjoon?” You asked him one last time, through gritted teeth.

“To remind you ____!” He yelled and his deep voice boomed and echoed through the high ceilings. “You were family once, you know, and you can’t escape family.”

Namjoon spun on his heel and made his leave. You wanted to yell after him and demand what he meant but as he walked further and further away, your heart rate and breathing began to settle. The nightmare was almost over, he was almost gone. Suddenly, to your dismay, he stopped at the front door and you tensed noticeably.

“I’ll see you around. Sleep well,” he said with a wink before slamming the door closed behind him.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Taehyung attempt to engage with you, confused as ever. But before he had a chance to bombard you with questions, Jin held an arm against his chest.

“Take her upstairs and don’t let her out of your sight,” Jin ordered Taehyung coldly and then glanced at the rest of them. “Don’t let her come home for a couple of days, just while I sort this out.”

You scoffed, anger still coursing through you. You gave your brother a harsh look to express your disdain at his actions, at his emotionless attempt to protect you while disregarding your feelings and existence. Although his words were somewhat sweet - he couldn’t even give you a hug or check if you were ok? He could be so cold and clueless and inconsiderate sometimes, just like your father. It truly sickened you. You couldn’t face him any longer.

As soon as you ran upstairs, Taehyung stopped Jin for answers.

“Wait-”

“She’ll explain everything and try your best to be understanding when she does.”

“What about you?” Jimin chimed in.

“I’ll be fine,” Jin reassured them. “Just please, keep her safe.”

Jin looked at Yoongi especially and he nodded.

“Of course.”

And with that, Jin chucked his best friend your cocaine and made his leave.

You had hopped into Hoseok’s bed. By the time you felt four weights sink into the mattress around you, your anger had subsided into humiliation and dread. It was Jimin that convinced you to poke your head out from under the covers and the view was beautiful. Your four boys surrounded you, faces full of concern and love. Hoseok was lying next to you, Jimin sitting on your other side and Taehyung and Yoongi on the foot of the bed. All of them, ready and waiting for your explanation.

“We just want you to know,” Yoongi began, “no matter how bad it was, what you did, who you fucked - we don’t care. We still love you, ____.”

And as you sat up, you were in tears.

“I don’t even know where to start!”

“How about the beginning?” Hoseok suggested with a warm smile.

He always made things sound so easy. You snivelled, wiping your tears with Jimin’s help.

“It was about four years ago,” you began with a deep breath. “I was young and stupid and I thought I was in love. And you know, that kind of love can be really blinding.”

Having to actually talk about this, talk about him, brought horrible feelings of shame and regret that you thought you’d never have to experience again. And you couldn’t keep the tears from falling.

“Fuck, I really hate seeing her cry,” Taehyung murmured, unable to look at you.

“You don’t have to tell us if it’s too hard ____,” Jimin informed you sweetly.

“No,” you protested, “I can’t keep this a secret from you guys anymore. You deserve to know.”

“Ok, just take it slow,” Yoongi soothed you.

And so you did.

You met in high school. He was a bad boy, the bad boy that every guy was afraid of and every girl wanted to be tainted by. He drove this old mustang that roared through the school parking lot, half an hour after classes began and during recess. He smoked cigarettes and never wore colour. Everyone knew him but no one was friends with him, including you. You never took any interest in him or sought him out because embarrassingly, your world revolved around your girlfriends and the next social event. Occasionally, you’d see him at a party. He’d be hiding in the shadows, until he’d find his prey. It was always the most conservative girl, the one who’d look like she didn’t belong there. And then on Monday, she’d walk into class with a scarf around her neck, wincing while she’d lower herself onto her seat. The boys in class would snigger and one would slap him on the back. It made you livid. So many times you’d want to turn around and shout how disgusting he was but you never did, not wanting the inconvenience that would follow a proper interaction.

You were polar opposites and while that repelled you, it intrigued him. He’d always stare at you shamelessly in calculus. He’d always sit behind you and fiddle with your hair with his pencil in history. Despite this unwanted attention from him, it wasn’t too bothersome and frankly you were too scared to do anything substantial about it. He wasn’t charming. He didn’t send you winks or blow you kisses when your eyes met and he didn’t smirk or chuckle when you turned around to slap his pencil out of his hand. He’d only stare, challenging you to confront him properly. Challenging you to strut up to him after school where he always was, leaning against the hood of his car with a cigarette between his fingers and tell him to leave you the fuck alone. And for a good three years, you didn’t. You ignored his existence and never spoke a word to him. He was only an insignificant stereotype in your adolescent life. An irrelevant convention in your coming of age story.

“What changed?” Jimin questioned, knowing where the story was going.

You sighed.

“Dad made me heir to half of the business.”

You never wanted to inherit anything from your parents. You saw what the politics and money did to their relationships and your family. Reputation was all they cared about and what a better way to ruin that for them but to have a disgrace of a daughter. You thought, surely, if you did something so scandalous you would be written off and deemed an unworthy successor.

But, you were pristine from birth. You gravitated towards people with good grades and clothes and makeup pastel in colour. You really needed to leap out of your comfort zone for your plan to work. So, in a mindset of spite and determination, you strutted up to the boy leaning against the hood of his car with a cigarette between his fingers.

His eyes widened when you stopped in front of him. He was dressed in his signature skin tight ripped jeans with a black tee tucked in. The contrast between you two was immense and you couldn’t help thinking how it looked to the other students roaming around.

"Are you lost?” He asked you through a chuckle.

“No,” you snapped, readjusting the three textbooks in your arms.

He raised an eyebrow before walking around his car to slam down the hood. His car was known for breaking down and it wasn’t surprising considering the way he drove it. However it did wonders for his game, the girls at your school swooned for a grease monkey and admittedly, he pulled the look off tenfold. He tapped the hood twice for his brother to pump the gas.

“You wanna go out sometime?” You yelled at him over his loud engine.

“What?” He yelled back.

You rolled your eyes. “I said, do you wanna go out sometime?!”

He shook his head and pointed to his ear, insinuating he still couldn’t hear you. At this point, you were beginning to regret it. It was like the heavens were giving you a chance to escape from this idiotic idea. You almost turned to leave. You wish you did. God, you wish you did.

“DO YOU WANNA GO OUT SOMETIME?”

While fighting your inner turmoil as to whether you should have backed out or not, he had signalled to his brother to cut the engine. Everyone stopped and stared as your proposal seemed to have echoed through the parking lot. He chuckled, half rubbing his eye, half covering his face in second hand embarrassment. It was the first time you had ever seen him smile. His teeth, perfectly white and straight, were on full display. He looked like a little bunny boy, misplaced in leather with a cigarette. And surprisingly, it was really cute and your heart fluttered a bit.

“Hey! We don’t need to hear how much you were throbbing for this guy ok?” Taehyung cried.

Yoongi slapped the back of his head.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Look, if I’m going to tell this story, I’m telling all of it.”

They all nodded, signalling for you to continue.

“So she finally came around huh?” His brother chuckled, hopping out of the driver’s seat and slamming the door.

He refused to acknowledge him, staring holes into you. You started shuffling your feet, your nerves getting the better of you, worrying you just embarrassed yourself for nothing.

“You better give her an answer lil bro, she’s getting anxious,” he teased.

“You can go now Joon,” he disregarded him.

“‘Wow, thanks so much for helping me fix my car Namjoon, best brother ever!’” Namjoon jested.

He shot Namjoon a death glare and Namjoon raised his hands in surrender. “Ok, I’ll see you at home. Nice to meet you-”

“____,” you introduced as he jumped into his Range Rover and sped off just like his brother did everyday since you’d known of him.

Must run in the family, you thought.

“So?” You began.

“Why?”

You gulped, eyes doubling in size.

“Because, I want to?” You expressed in the most convincing tone you could muster.

“Are you sure about that?” He questioned again teasingly.

You scoffed, “Well, now, not really!”

He chuckled again at your irritability, something he wouldn’t quit from that moment on.

“Miss pristine wouldn’t just ask someone like me out,” he theorised.

“And why not?” You bit back, getting fed up with his hesitation.

You were not used to actually working for things instead of them being handed to you on a silver platter.

“Because look at you!” He pointed at you with his cigarette. “And I’ve been sussing you for years and you didn’t even have the time of day to tell me to fuck off.”

“What if I didn’t want you to?”

“HA! Bullshit. Go run back to the football field with your little cheerleader friends and Doug the buff doofus yeah?“

“Ugh please!” You whined, “Just go out with me ok?”

“She’s begging me now.”

“If you wanna put it that way, fine! Yes I am.”

“But why?” He probed once more.

This guy was not an idiot, to your dismay. It was easy to be convinced otherwise because he was hardly in class and when he was, his attention with fixated on you three quarters of the time. This was supposed to be easy. First, you had no attachment to him whatsoever and you weren’t attracted to him or his look. And second, he had been obsessing over you for the last three years, he should have jumped at the opportunity. But instead he was intuitive, perceptive, so you decided to be honest.

“Look, I just want to piss off my parents.”

He grinned.

“Ok,” he said before flicking his cigarette and walking to the driver’s door.

“Ok? Ok what?” You questioned, unable to play cool or bad or anything to attract this boy.

“I’ll pick you up at 8,“ he bellowed at you as he hopped into his car.

“Oh! Like in your car?” You asked, bending down to speak to him through his passenger side window.

“Well what else, my scooter?“ He chuckled.

“You have a scooter?!” You asked.

“Do I look like I own a scooter?“

You ignored that comment with a frown and he chuckled again. He turned his car on and attacked his gearshift.

"Wait! You don’t know my address? And where are we going?”

“Yes I do princess, and just wear that little white skirt you always wear on Wednesdays,” he smirked and then sped off.

“So this guy is basically a more stalkerish Taehyung?” Yoongi interrupted.

“Hey! So she has a type, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Taehyung defended himself.

“No that’s not the point-” you began.

“____, falling for the bad guy isn’t something to be ashamed of,” Hoseok added with a smile, “don’t beat yourself up.”

“Guys would you let her finish? She’s obviously telling us this for reason.”

You gave Jimin a look of gratitude.

“Exactly, you guys need to hear the normalcy to understand how it ended up the way it did,” you explained, “you need to understand he was just a guy, like all of you. Because otherwise you won’t by the time I’m finished.”

That shut them up, but you knew it was only temporarily.

You wished you took a picture of your parents’ faces when he pulled into your driveway. Instead of coming inside like a gentleman, he slammed on his horn. Nice touch, you thought as you ran downstairs while your parents’ bombarded you with questions. He honked the horn again and wolf whistled at you when you emerged from out the front door. Once he saw your parents in tow, he flicked his headlights off. Through the windscreen he looked like a parents’ nightmare with his leather jacket, cigarette and gaze that screamed trouble. And to top it all off, he smacked your ass when you ran past the driver’s side window.

“____ ______! I’m giving you three seconds to get your ass back inside,” your dad growled.

You ignored him, hopping into the passenger’s side.

“Sorry pops, her ass is mine tonight,” he yelled back through his window.

You could just make out your mum threatening to call the police as he sped out your driveway. You hadn’t laughed so hard in a long time.

“That was amazing!” You shrieked in delight, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but, I’ve never felt so… alive.”

He chuckled before slamming his foot down on the gas, going at least 80 kilometres per hour. You squealed.

“You better get used to it princess, we’re just getting started.”

Every friday for a month he took you to his brother’s parties, got you drunk and dropped you home at four in the morning. And then did the same the next night. Namjoon’s parties on a Saturday night were always more packed than on a Friday.

You never knew anyone there apart from him, so you were shameless. He found you quite entertaining. Instead of lurking around in silence like you’d witnessed him do at every party, he was engaging. He never left your side, fending away guys and laughing at your lame jokes and ramblings. He was so different to what you had expected. He was nice and somewhat chivalrous. To your surprise, you had spent midnight with him eight times and it came and went without him making a single move.

“You’re not how I’d thought you would be,” you admitted on the fourth weekend, once he dragged you outside so he could have a cigarette.

He raised an eyebrow at you and ashed. “How so?”

“You haven’t tried anything,” you gushed blatantly. “Am I not conservative or innocent enough for you?”

He threw his head back and cackled.

“Baby, you’re perfect,” he confessed without hesitation, “but you’re not ready for me.”

“Don’t tell me what I can and cannot handle!”

He chuckled again. “Don’t overthink it. Let’s just enjoy the night, yeah?”

“You might as well just tell me not to breathe,” you retorted.

He grinned at you before pulling you against him.

"I thought I was only a means to piss off your parents,” he whispered in your ear.

The grip he had on your waist was rough. You could tell it was an act of lust alone and that’s not you wanted. It wasn’t what you were asking for. You could understand why he’d assume you’d want it this way as you’d never insinuated you wanted anything remotely affectionate from him when sober. You had to set the record straight.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t like you too,” you mumbled shyly.

He jerked back to look into your eyes suspiciously. His arms around you tensed. You were delving in dangerous waters called feelings. It was not what you signed up for and he knew it too.

“I call bullshit.“

"Why’d you think I stayed away from you all these years?! Because I knew if I had a taste of you I’d be screwed,” you blurted, now with nothing to lose.

He smirked, shaking his head as if you had gone crazy.

“It’s been a month, don’t pretend you don’t feel the same as I do,” you said softly.

He didn’t answer that, instead his eyes went dark and narrow. You took half a step back. Your little white skirt suddenly became very interesting as you fiddled with it anxiously. You could feel his eyes on you and his second hand smoke fanning your face. He flicked the butt away before grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks in one hand aggressively.

“Don’t you fucking dare assume our feelings are mutual,” he growled, “you don’t want anything to do with me! You never did!”

He stormed off, shoving you aside. You knew why he was angry. Understandably, he thought you were fucking him around, taking advantage of the soft spot he held for you. As far as he was concerned, you weren’t interested. During the week you’d go back to pretending he didn’t exist, too scared of what people thought. But what he didn’t know was that you were falling for him, hard.

He was different with you. Throughout your weekends together he revealed a side of himself hardly anyone had the privilege of seeing. He was caring and reliable and loyal in his own fantastically unique way. And boy, was he a good time. Traits, you couldn’t experience with your friends and their lack of depth. He was real and it was so refreshing in your existence of superficiality. He changed your life and view on everything. And now you were mad that you couldn’t just swallow your pride and protect his heart.

You eventually followed him outside and found him on the couch with his brother and his friends. They were laughing and it seemed he’d just forgotten all about you. He was the epitome of hot and cold.

“Take me home,” you demanded, interrupting their conversation.

He looked up at you, his grin dropping into a grimace. He sighed and got up while his boys booed and threw their empty beer cans at him. He motioned for you to take the lead while he bid his friends farewell, slapping a few hands.

The car ride was silent apart from his rock anthems mixtape still playing from the car ride to. It was weird not screaming out the lyrics with him. It was just weird full stop. Despite him speeding past intersections and red lights, it felt like the trip was in slow motion.

When you got to your house, you found the gates closed. They normally were and he’d give you boost so you could climb over. Tonight was no different. You got out of the car before him, wanting to get away from the enclosed tension as quick as possible. You refused to acknowledge him as you heard his car door slam. The shuffling of his feet got louder and soon his hands were on your waist, ready to lift you.

“Wait,” you spoke to him for the first time since you’d left the party, shoving his hands off of you.

He scoffed.

“You know what? I’m done!”

He was irritated and when he got in these moods, it was difficult for him to escape them. He was about to storm off but he paused and turned to rasp at you.

“Don’t ask me for anything ever again-”

You don’t know what came over you but before you could stop yourself your hands were in his hair and you were kissing him, hard. He caught your weight effortlessly as you practically threw your body at him. You could sense the relief by the way his shoulders just completely relaxed, as if this kiss cured all the anguish in his heart. As if this kiss proved he hadn’t just wasted three years of his life pining after a girl that he would never have.

You were getting carried away, especially when you pushed your tongue into his mouth. He growled, lifting you off your feet and adjusting your thighs around his waist as if you weighed nothing. He had to stretch his neck up to keep his lips against yours as he took a few steps towards his car and delicately laid you down on the bonnet. You were starting to get wanton with him leaning over you, his body engulfing your smaller frame entirely. You were surrounded, suffocated and you indulged. He felt like a drug, and you were an amateur, extra susceptible to the addiction. When he started pulling your hair back roughly and biting your lip when you’d separate, it had you begging for more. Your legs wrapped around him. You couldn’t help letting the little moans escape your lips. It was the danger that coincided with him, the taboo nature of it all. He was bad for you. It was wrong for you to get involved with him. You knew it from the start but the attraction to him and the idea of him was too strong. You made your bed, now you were lying in it.

Before he could slip a hand under your skirt, your porch light lit up and the automatic front gate opened. Your dad screaming for you to get inside, forced you two apart. He let you go with a smirk and then turned to bellow a smartass remark at your dad, who then told him to fuck off.

“Don’t you ever try to break up with me again,” you warned him, walking backwards towards your summoner.

His hair was a mess and his lipstick stained mouth stretched into a boyish grin. His whole demeanour had transformed back into the boy who dazzled you with his cold kindness and genuineness. And as ridiculous as it sounded, you knew, just then, that you were in love with him. It didn’t need to be spoken or labelled or justified. He had you as much as you had a hold on him. From that moment on, you were his.

The looks on the boys faces screamed they were relayed too much information. Taehyung’s was morphed the most.

“I’m gonna barf,” he groaned with a grimace.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at him. “Do you want to hear the story or not?!”

“I’m not too sure anymore,” he admitted with distaste.

“Just because it wasn’t you between her thighs,” Jimin provoked him.

Taehyung jaw clenched and he almost pounced at his friend. Yoongi held him down.

“Ignore them, ____,” Hoseok reassured you, squeezing your hand he’d been holding this entire time.

“Fine, I’m jealous! Who is this guy?!” Taehyung exasperated, fed up with the mystery and ego hurt by an unidentified character.

They all fell into silence. Taehyung was always the one to speak what the others thought. You knew they were dying to know who he was, but this was the only way you were able to share this story. You took a deep breath, deciding to be kind and give them his first name, common and a far link from his notoriety.

“His name was Jungkook.”

Your parents didn’t know his name. They didn’t care to know. To them his name was dropkick, druggie, lowlife and any other related pet names. Frankly, you didn’t care what they thought anymore. When they offered to let you out of your inheritance, you declined because it was under the condition you break with him. Every offer they gave you was under the condition you break up with him. Needless to say, you refused every time. Nothing could make you happier than Jungkook did.

For the rest of your last year of high school, you and Jungkook were inseparable. On the monday after that first kiss, Jungkook picked you up and drove you to school. Every head turned as you hopped out of his car and slid under his arm. You two were the talk of the school and eventually it pushed your friends away. You were the most popular pristine girl in school gone wayward. And you didn’t give a fuck. Jungkook was the only thing that matter to you, your world revolved around him now.

After few months, you changed. The influence of him was too dominant to resist. Gone were the pink fluffy sweaters and pony tails, replaced with one of his many leather jackets and wild hair. It was a classic Sandra-dee transformation. And despite Jungkook’s weakness for little innocent girly girls, he loved it. You were his good girl gone bad, he’d tease.

“Fuck, I would die for you, ____,” he groaned through a kiss.

You were in his lap, his lap in the driver’s seat. He had parked outside a diner you’d go for late night milkshakes. His gear shift dug into your side and your head banged against the roof, but there was no place you’d rather be.

“Uh huh,” you replied, refusing to leave his lips for longer than a second.

“I’m serious, I would die and kill for you.”

You pulled away, leaning against the steering wheel. He’d never use the word love. Instead he would use intense alternatives, he adored you, he never felt anything remotely the same as he felt for you, you were the only one, he never wanted anything as much as he wanted you. It was like he had this unwavering insecurity you’d leave him, that he’d scare you away with the word ‘love’. As contradicting as that sounded by the things he’d say instead.

“Let’s hope you’ll never have to,” you murmured, running a hand through his hair in comfort.

“But I would,” he reiterated softly.

There was such intensity in his eyes it made you shiver. And you believed him. You believed he loved you that much. And shamefully, the thought went straight to your core.

“Take me home.”

Jungkook looked bewildered then his eyes drifted away from you in disappointment, his jaw clenched. He patted your thigh to signal for you to hop back into your seat. You refused, grabbing his face and grinding into his growing bulge.

“Take me home.”

His dark eyes lit up with pure desire. He cocked an eyebrow before smirking and attacking your face one last time. You threw yourself back into your seat with a giggle. Jungkook drove like a madman, but the way he reversed and sped down the road that night truly topped the cake.

Sparing the details, you fucked that night and to this day, Jungkook was the best you ever had. He was rough as fuck and forced your orgasms but at the same time, he appreciated your body. He listened to it and soothed it after doing all the kinky shit he was into. It was fair to say you were ruined, a complete sap for him, as much as he was for you. You never thought you would have such a high sex drive. You never thought you would ever be as needy for anything as much as you were for his cock. But that’s what you turned into - what Jungkook did to you. You always had to be around him, always with him, always touching him.

It was a month before graduation and you had flunked. Whenever he would ditch, you would too. Thankfully both your parents were rich and could buy your grades. They made it too easy for you both. You both had no desire to do anything, except each other.

It was a week before graduation, before you’d be sent to university overseas and him, forced into the family business as his father’s precious protégée. They were separating you. Your worlds were ending. You both weren’t ready for the responsibility or the heartbreak.

It was a few days before graduation and you were on your Friday night cruise, screaming the lyrics to rock ballads as Jungkook drove a hundred kilometres per hour. Every now and then, he’d grab and suck your face hotly, eyes off the road for seconds too long. The thrill was almost unbearable, as if you’d be close to losing not only your life but your sanity.

He parked in a secluded reserve overlooking a lake, the stars shimmering in the water. You drifted into quiet, savouring the moment, knowing they were limited. The soft guitar riffs from the car stereo set this serene, longing mood. Jungkook’s hand slid between your thighs, a plea for you to come over and straddle him, so you did. You wriggled yourself comfortable without the familiar feeling of rock pushing into your inner thigh, which confused you because he was usually a goner as soon as your clothed core would simply brush against him. He trapped your head between his calloused palms, always slightly tinged black from grease. His eyes held that intensity that made you weak and they glazed over at the sight of you. You could faintly make out your silhouette in his dilated pupils and it gave you an overwhelming need to stay there, in his eyes forever. You ignored that deep darkness behind them that you always had sensed was there. You wanted to believe he was perfect, because he damn felt like it.

“Listen,” he began, clearly something important on his mind.

“Runaway with me,” you breathed, connecting foreheads.

His eye widened, his skepticism emerging and he retracted.

“Don’t,” you whimpered. “I love you Jungkook and I can’t bare the thought of not being with you for even a second please.”

He searched your face for any hint of hesitation, but there was none.

“She’s begging me now,” he chuffed with a satisfied smirk.

"I love you Jungkook,” you repeated, now unsure if he heard you the first time.

You both fell into a silence that lasted way longer than you would have liked. You hated when he did this to you, leaving you in suspense. However as much as you hated it, it also intrigued you. It was the mystery of him that had you hooked. You thought he would wail at your confession and suffocate you with his lips but instead, he stared. He was unpredictable and wavering and it tortured you. But like the masochist you were, you loved it because it was undeniably him and you were in love with him.

“Ok,” he finally said, before turning the key in the ignition.

His engine roared to life and you flopped into your seat.

“Where are we going?”

“There’s something you need to see,” he admitted.

You only nodded when he took his eyes off the road for a second to look at you. You could tell it was serious by the way his knuckles protruded clutched to the steering wheel and the way his jaw clenched and sharpened. Jungkook was intense about a lot of things, but you had never seen him before in the way he was then. His vibe wasn’t awkward or brooding or anything identifiable as Jungkook. It was like you were in the car with someone else entirely.

When Jungkook pulled up to the front of the dive bar ‘Hunt’, you were beginning to get uneasy. You knew this bar and it’s red neon sign and it’s grotty exterior. It was notorious. Your little sheltered self began to panic.

“Jungkook-”

“Do you trust me?” He interrupted, forcing eye contact.

Instantly, your racing heart calmed. Your breathing steadied. The power he had over you, unfaltered.

“With my life.”

“Good,” he kissed your forehead and smiled, “I won’t be long, stay.”

And you did. He slammed the door behind him and searched for something in his back pocket. A man sat outside the bar and Jungkook seemed to be heading straight for him. He stopped after discovering his pockets empty, his boots scraped the wet concrete as he turned and sent a wink your way. You narrowed your eyes and scoffed at his cheap attempt to be charming. As you watched Jungkook backtrack towards you through the windshield, you spotted his cigarette packet on the dashboard.You weren’t a big smoker then. Jungkook never offered and you were always too shy to ask. However it did make him smile when you’d pinch one from his packet or pull his hand towards your face for a drag of his already lit.

You helped yourself, wincing as the smoke burned your throat. You were too busy coughing and manually winding the window down to notice Jungkook slamming his boot closed. You eyes were watering a bit too much for you to see what he dragged across concrete as he walked back towards the man outside the bar. Even without these setbacks, nothing would be able to prepare or warn you for what happened next…

The man stood up once he recognised Jungkook.

“Jeon, what the fuck man you’re early?” You heard him bellow. “Suk isn’t here yet and you know he’ll run if he sees you.”

“Suk isn’t the job anymore,” Jungkook replied coolly.

Jungkook stopped directly under the neon sign. The fluorescent light shone down upon him tinting his black silhouette the colour of blood. He was shorter than the other man however his presence was stronger, more menacing, almost demonic with the red hue highlighting his frame. His back was facing you but you could just sense the stare he was giving this man. It was his infamous stare down his perfect nose, jawline protruding, with that borderline frightening smirk. You knew the look at too well. But this was different, his body language was different and you were struggling to put your finger on how. And the fear of this unknown side of Jungkook had your mind reeling.

What the fuck was going on?

“What?” the man exclaimed, “What do you mean?”

“He’s not the job anymore,” Jungkook reiterated.

His tone was so foreign to you, it made you shift uncomfortably in your seat. It was like the voice coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth wasn’t your boyfriend’s at all. It was cold and dark but not the cold and dark you’d normally associate with him. No, this tone was twisted, monotone but mocking.

“So? No job?” The man questioned apprehensively.

Jungkook chuckled. “Oh, there’s still a job.”

You were too immersed in the conversation and trying to figure out who this mystery man was. So much so, you didn’t see what Jungkook was holding. Your eyes followed his toned arms that you’d relish within when he held you, all the way down to the hands and palms you’d kiss lovingly, all the way down to the bat his hand held. A baseball bat with nails sticking out like a fucking medieval mace. Your whole body went numb.

“You.”

Before you had a chance to scream, Jungkook had swung his bat and lodged it into the man’s skull. The most sadistic noise you had ever heard left his mouth, it was like a satisfied grunt and then a manic howl. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t function or process. You just sat there and watched as the life left a man’s eyes… by your boyfriend’s hand.

As he ripped his weapon free, the man’s blood and brains sprayed everywhere, Quentin Tarantino style. If you had to vomit you swallowed it as Jungkook took another swing. The guy was dead but he took two extra blows to his chest, cackling. He was enjoying it. The blood, the gore, the violence, he seemed to indulge in his work, his sick artistry. And that’s what truly made you terrified and disgusted to the very core.

You were frozen. Every fibre of your being was screaming at you to run, but you couldn’t as if the shock and adrenaline stunted your movements. All you could do was sit there and watch as Jungkook continued to maim a dead body, hitting it over and over, blood and flesh flying everywhere. If you could speak you would scream for him to stop, despite the fact he probably wouldn’t in his crazed trance. A few more blows to the stomach and he stopped, hovering over the human he just mutilated. His chest was heaving as he wiped his forehead with the back of his bloody hand, smearing his face red.

To say you were beyond horrified was an understatement. You found your hand itching the door handle, sensing your fight or flight mode kicking in. You only had a few seconds, you calculated. Assessing your surroundings, you figured your best shot was to run down the alleyway onto the main road screaming bloody murder, literally. You almost followed through, almost, until you realised there was no way you’d be able to outrun him. He was the star batter of the baseball team until he got kicked out of the team for starting a fight with the pitcher. He would catch you within seconds and there would be no way you’d be able to get away. He was the star wrestler until he got kicked out of the wrestling team for breaking a kid’s arm during a match. You started to panic, the only thought running through your mind being that the love of your life was about to kill you.

Your few seconds were up. As he turned to you in a snap and stormed closer, you had accepted your fate. Jungkook attempted to open your locked door and you refused to look out your window to see the disappointed look on his face. You heard him sigh and then rummage for the car keys. You winced as he slowly jiggled the key into the lock and opened the door. You still couldn’t look at him, not until his hands were on you and you were pressed up against the car door. It took every fibre of your being not to breakdown under his crazed gaze. He was even more terrifying up close, especially because he was suddenly so damn calm, as if he could snap at any moment. You willed yourself not to shake in his grasp.

“Say it again,” he mumbled.

“W-w-wha-”

“SAY IT AGAIN!”

And there it was. You would have jumped out of his grasp if he wasn’t holding you so tightly. He then grabbed a handful of your hair and cupped your face with the other hand. The blood was everywhere, all over you, the stench of copper too strong to deny was real. You really couldn’t hold it in any longer. So, you cried.

“Tell me again baby. Just- ah FUCK,” Jungkook bellowed before wiping your tears with bloody fingers. “Tell me again, those three little words. I need to hear them again.”

“I love you,” you croaked.

He smiled, that toothy grin you had fallen in love with. You choked on a sob, seeing that same smile on a blood smeared face, completely tainted. He stroked your face and cheeks affectionately, as if he wasn’t painting your face red. You naturally squirmed but tried your best to keep those reflexes at bay and unnoticed. However, surely, you could have spat in his face and he wouldn’t pay any mind to it. He was completely delirious, high off adrenaline from just taking a life and drunk in his love for you.

“I love you too.”

And then his lips were on yours, his tongue in your mouth. You reluctantly followed his lead in the kiss, overwhelmed with the smell and taste of metal, digging your nails into his biceps to stop the tears from falling. He broke away eventually and knocked his wet forehead against yours to rest. The feeling of overwhelming heartbreak was the last thing you had expected after hearing those three little words.

The four boys stared at you in silence for a good minute. You were pretty sure you heard Yoongi mutter a ‘fuck’ under his breath but you all ignored it. You really needed them to say something soon or you were sure a panic attack would be due. However, what could you expect them to say after you just told your best friends of two years that you dated a murderer?

“Wait. Did you say Jeon?!” Yoongi questioned.

You nodded.

“As in Jeon Jungkook?” Yoongi questioned further.

You nodded again.

"Jeon Jungkook? The heir to the most infamous drug cartel in the world? That Jeon Jungkook?” Yoongi questioned for a third time.

You nodded for a third time.

“Holy shit ____!” Taehyung chimed in, in an almost disappointed tone.

“Look, I sent him to prison!”

“How?!” Jimin asked, wide eyed.

You sighed, that bit of information was why Jungkook had been a secret for so long. Everyone knew he was in prison but no one knew why or how and that was because, if people knew, it was your ass and your life on the line. But, you had come this far and they deserved the whole truth.

“I told him we should run away the next day, as soon as we could but he told me he had some business he needed to take care of first and we would leave after said business, which, now I knew what that was exactly. So, I ran to my parents and got them to send an anonymous tip on my behalf, so there was no way it could be traced back to me,” you explained.

You glanced at Taehyung, ready for the ‘princess running to mummy and daddy’ dig, but it never came. So you continued.

“At first it was a drug bust, he got done for possession with intent to supply class A drugs but once they searched his car they found enough evidence to link him to at least four murders.”

In that moment you turned to Hoseok and you wished you didn’t. He had the most shocked expression on his face and you had no idea why you had expected any different. So, you turned your attention back to Yoongi who managed to hold a disinterested expression the whole time.

“Jesus,” he mumbled.

Despite those few little remarks intended to go unnoticed.

“You did the right thing, ____,” Jimin attempted to comfort you, placing a hand on your knee.

You were grateful for the reassurance however it didn’t help the fact you had to uncomfortably live your wretched past. You thought you’d feel better being honest with your friends but instead it made you feel disgusted. You guessed that you never truly mourned the loss of Jungkook. You were just forced to forget him and pretend he never existed. And that never allowed you to come to terms with the fact that the man who you thought was the love of your life was not who you thought he was entirely.

“Ok so, what did this whole story have to do with the guy from before?” Taehyung asked.

“That was Jungkook’s brother, you idiot. Weren’t you listening?” Jimin reprimanded.

Taehyung was about to rebut but you interrupted this time.

“It turns out the secret’s out and he’s off to tell Jungkook.”

“We’ll keep you as safe as we can ____,” Yoongi pledged to you.

“Of course,” Taehyung chimed in. “But, he’s in jail? What can he do?”

Yoongi shot him a look of annoyance. “You really weren’t listening to the story, were you?”

“His family are powerful Tae, more powerful than all of ours combined,” Jimin connected the dots for him. “If they know ____ was the reason their precious heir is rotting in jail, she’s in a lot of danger-”

“I’m not,” you interrupted.

All the boys looked at you like you were out of your mind.

“The Jeon brothers keep their affairs to themselves,” you explained. “They hardly ever get their family involved, they’re too proud to run to mum and dad.” Unlike me, you almost added.

“Let’s hope so,” Yoongi sighed.

“And with Jungkook in prison, Jin can handle Namjoon,” you stated, staring at Yoongi who knew that statement about your brother to be true and he nodded.

There was a brief silence until Hoseok jumped up with a huff.

“Although you are safe, here, with us. I better check all the doors are locked and there aren’t any stranglers,” he said with a small smile.

You returned it and reluctantly let him slip his hand free from yours. “Ok Hobi.”

“I’ll come help you,” Yoongi offered, knowing Hoseok’s home was too big to cover alone.

As soon as the oldest boys left, Taehyung crawled up to where Hoseok was lying and tucked himself in. Jimin tapped your thigh, signalling for you to move over so he could do the same on the other side of you. You got yourself comfortable. Sandwiched between your two best friends, gave you the strongest sense of security and relief that you hadn’t felt in a while.

“You are an amazing brave girl and we’re gonna make sure that that monster- or any other monster like him won’t touch you ever again,” Jimin whispered to you before resting his head on your back. You looked at Taehyung and he nodded in agreement.

Goddamn, you loved them. You wished you could spend forever coddled by them, you wished you could believe them. But, you couldn’t shake the feeling that, this time, you couldn’t just shove the memory of Jungkook aside. And that his chapter in your life was far from over.

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