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A Safe Place || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request - Can you do a Dally or Darry x female reader where reader is having a really difficult time at home (mom and dad are kinda like Johnny's parents and beat up physically and mentally on reader?)... Read Rest Here

A/N: As long as I live I will forever write The Outsiders. Such a unique group to write. This one is tough but I really love it!

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Johnny Cade Sister)

Word Count: 3.3k +

TW: ABUSE, talks of abuse, hitting, bruises, cuts, blood, threats of violence, general Outsiders warnings

As you stumbled through the door of the Curtis household the entire greaser gang turned to look at you. Their expressions shifting from surprise to concern in an instant. Dally was the first to react, his eyes widening in realization as he took in the extent of your injuries.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Dally's voice was gruff but there was an underlying edge of worry as he approached you. His movements were surprisingly gentle as he took in your battered appearance. His usually stern expression softened which revealed a glimpse of the concern that lurked beneath his tough exterior.

You could feel the weight of their stares. Their unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air. It was clear that they were shocked by the state you were in, and the realization only made you feel more vulnerable. Because for as bad as you felt you just knew you looked 10 times worse. It wasn’t the first time he’d laid hands on you, but it was the first time he didn’t seem to want to stop.

"I-I... I had a run-in with my old man," you managed to choke out. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you fought to hold back the tears brimming at the edge of your eyes. You’d done so good escaping it was suddenly catching up to you what you had just gone through. The words tasted bitter on your tongue. A painful reminder of the nightmare you couldn't escape.

Steve's jaw clenched tight with anger as he took in your bruised and bloodied face, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "That bastard," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with rage. "He’s gonna pay for this, I swear."

Dally's expression darkened at your words. His features contorted with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "I'll kill him," he growled, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought to contain the rage simmering just beneath the surface. His words hung heavy in the air as it was a promise of retribution that sent a shiver down your spine. The scary part was that you knew he would kill him given the chance. It was one thing with Johnny… but when he saw you so battered he found a rage not even he knew he had.

Instinctively you flinched at his declaration. The raw intensity in his voice triggering a flood of memories you wished you could forget. You had already endured so much, the wounds—both physical and emotional—still fresh and raw. The thought of more violence only served to deepen the pit of dread that churned in your stomach. Sure, you grew up with the greasers but it never made the violence and threats of it any easier.

As if sensing your reaction Dally's eyes softened with remorse. A pang of guilt flickering across his features. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering uncertainly over your shoulder before finally making the gentlest contact. He was afraid of the bruises underneath your clothes, the ones he couldn’t see. "Hey," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his earlier words. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. For all his tough exterior there was a vulnerability in Dally that few ever got to see. A glimpse of the boy beneath the cocky attitude that he showed all too often. As you looked into his eyes you saw not just the anger and the pain, but also the deep-seated compassion that he tried so hard to conceal. His presence was a balm to your battered soul. A reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.

Dally's sharp gaze hardened as he turned to the group just staring at the scene unfolding before them. "Get the hell out of here if you ain’t gonna be useful," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. "Give us some space guys." The rest of the gang exchanged uneasy glances before nodding in agreement, understanding the need for solitude in such a vulnerable moment. With one last look of concern, they filed out of the room leaving you and Dally in a cocoon of quiet solidarity.

As Soda made to leave with them Dally stopped him with a firm hand on his arm. "Soda, wait," he said, his voice softer now, filled with urgency. "Get the first aid kit and a warm towel. We need to clean her up." Soda nodded in understanding, a determined look crossing his features as he hurried off to retrieve the supplies.

As Soda hurried off to retrieve the supplies, Dally turned his attention back to you, his expression a mix of concern and determination. "Hang in there, sweetheart," he said softly. His voice laced with reassurance as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. "We'll get you patched up real quick."

You managed a weak smile. So grateful for his comforting words amidst the raging emotions swirling inside you. Despite the pain and the fear that still lingered there was a sense of relief knowing that you were in capable hands. You were being taken care of the boy who cared deeply for your well-being.

A knowing smile just ghosted over Soda's lips as he returned with the first aid kit and a warm towel. He was silently acknowledging the unspoken bond between you and Dally. He knew how much Dally had loved you for so long. And seeing the two of you together now filled him with a bittersweet sense of pride. He’d never seen Dallas so gentle.

With practiced efficiency, Dally and Soda set to work cleaning and dressing your wounds. Their movements gentle yet purposeful as they tended to each cut and bruise with care. Dally's hands were surprisingly gentle as he worked. A stark contrast to the roughness you had come to expect from him. However, even he wasn’t perfect. There was a moment when Dally accidentally pressed a little too hard on one of your bruises causing you to let out an involuntary yelp of pain. Instantly his expression shifted. A look of sadness crossing his features as he realized his mistake.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice filled with genuine remorse as he gently pulled back, his hands hovering uncertainly over your injured skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll be more careful, I promise."

You could see the sincerity in his eyes. It was layered with a depth of emotion you hadn't seen from him before. A stark reminder that beneath his tough exterior there was that vulnerability he tried so hard to conceal. You saw not just the pain and the regret in his eyes but also the profound sense of care and affection that he held for you.

"It's okay, Dally, really" you reassured him, your voice soft as you reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I know you didn't mean it. I’m so lucky to have you."

His gaze softened at your words. A small flicker of gratitude passing between you as you shared a moment of understanding. Despite the rough edges and the scars that marked his soul there was a gentleness to Dally that few ever got to see. A side of him that he reserved for those he held closest to his heart. A side that only seemed reserved for you.

With a nod of appreciation Dally resumed his careful ministrations. His touch lighter and more cautious than before. And as he worked to tend to your wounds with a renewed focus, you couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for the boy who had always been there for you. Always, no questions asked.

As Dally apologized profusely and you reassured him, Soda noticed the exchange between you two. Sensing the depth of emotion in the room he took a step back giving you and Dally a moment of privacy. There was that knowing look in Soda's eyes, an acknowledgment of the connection between you and Dally. With a subtle nod Soda retreated to give you both some space. His intuition telling him that this was a moment that needed to be shared between just the two of you. As he busied himself with tidying up the first aid supplies before exiting the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth fill his chest for the two of you.

Once Dally finished tending to your wounds with careful precision a flood of emotions washed over you. Threatening to overwhelm your fragile composure. The physical pain had subsided only to be replaced now by a tidal wave of raw emotion that surged through your veins like a raging river. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to contain the torrent of feelings that threatened to consume you. It wasn't just the pain of your injuries that brought you to tears, but the weight of everything you had endured, the fear, the loneliness, the relentless cycle of abuse that had plagued your life for so long.

You cried for your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. Your Johnny. You cried for the father who had betrayed your trust as his fists rained down upon you with a cruelty that knew no bounds. But most of all you cried for Dally, for his unexpected gentleness and the overwhelming sense of safety and comfort that he had provided in your darkest hour.

As you sat with Dally in the quiet intimacy of the room you felt a sense of release wash over you. A cathartic release of pent-up emotion that had been building inside you for far too long. And as the tears flowed freely down your cheeks you knew that you were not alone. That you were loved and cherished by the one person who had always been there for you, offering his unwavering support and understanding in the face of adversity.

As your tears flowed Dally's heart ached with a depth of emotion he had never allowed himself to fully acknowledge before. Without hesitation, he shifted, pulling you fully onto his lap, cradling you against his chest with a tenderness that was so different than his tough exterior. His arms wrapped around you protectively creating a safety that enveloped you both.

He rubbed soothing circles on your back. His touch a comforting reassurance of his unwavering support. In the quietness of the moment, he whispered words of comfort and encouragement. His voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room.

Feeling your sobs intensify he tightened his embrace. His hold on you was firm yet gentle as if trying to absorb some of the pain that wracked your body and soul. With each shuddering breath you took he squeezed you tighter. His touch was a silent reassurance that he was there for you. He would never let you face your demons alone.

"You're safe now, sweetheart," he murmured. His breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to be strong all the time. Let it out. I'm here for you."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not alone in your pain. With each gentle stroke of his hand against your back, he offered you solace and understanding, his touch a silent promise of his unwavering support.

"It's okay to cry," he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room. "I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you again, I swear it."

His heart broke for you, for the girl he cared for more deeply than he dared to admit. In that moment, as he held you close, he wished he could take away all the pain and suffering you had endured, to shield you from the cruelties of the world with nothing more than his love.

As time passed your sobs gradually subsided leaving behind a lingering sense of emptiness and exhaustion. In the quiet aftermath of your tears, you took a shaky breath. Your chest still tight with emotion. Dally held you close.

Feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your ear you found solace in the warmth of his embrace. With a heavy sigh you finally found the strength to speak. Your voice trembling with the weight of the words you had kept buried deep within your heart.

"I miss him," you spoke. Your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke of your little brother, lost and alone in a world that had turned its back on him. "I miss Johnny so much it hurts."

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over as you thought of your brother who had been forced to run away. His pure innocence stolen by the cruelty of the world.

"I miss the way things used to be," you continued. Your voice filled with longing as you spoke of a time before your father's descent into darkness, before the alcohol and the violence tore your family apart. "I miss when my dad wasn't a drunk, when he was still my dad, you know?"

Your words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the innocence you had lost, of the life that seemed so distant and foreign now. In the safety of Dally's embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.

As you spoke of missing Johnny, Dally's embrace tightened. His arms offering you a sense of strength and stability amidst the chaos of your emotions. His voice was gentle as he responded. His words a quiet reassurance in the face of your pain.

"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "We all miss him. But you know Johnny, he's resourceful as hell. And with Pony by his side? Those two can handle anything."

There was a quiet conviction in Dally's voice. It was a steadfast belief in Johnny's resilience that offered you a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Despite the uncertainty of his fate, you found comfort in Dally's unwavering confidence. He was a reminder that you were not alone in your worries for your brother.

"And your dad..." Dally trailed off, his voice heavy with sympathy as he spoke of the man who had once been your protector, now reduced to a shadow of his former self. "He's not the man you remember, I know. But that ain't your fault, darlin'. None of this is."

His words were a lifeline in the darkness, a reminder that you were not to blame for the sins of your father, that you deserved love and happiness just as much as anyone else. In the safety of his embrace, you allowed yourself to mourn the loss of the past, to grieve for the family that had been torn apart by forces beyond your control.

But even as the tears continued to fall, you knew that you were not alone. That Dally was there for you and always ready to offer his unwavering support and understanding in the face of your pain. As you clung to each other in the quiet darkness you found solace in the simple act of being together.

As your emotions opened you realized your love for him wasn't triggered by a simple moment. But rather by a complex series of events that had been building up over time. It was the culmination of countless conversations, shared moments, and lingering glances that had slowly but surely chipped away at the walls around your heart.

It started with the little things. Like the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you laugh or the way he would brush a strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that took your breath away. It was the late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning, the whispered confessions and shared secrets that bound you together in ways you couldn't explain. But it was also the bigger moments. The ones that left you reeling with emotion and uncertainty. There was a time you called, and he showed up at your door in the middle of the night. No questions he was there as his face drawn and tired, and you knew without a doubt that he would always be there for you, no matter what.

As you looked into his eyes and saw the depth of his feelings reflected back at you, something shifted inside you. It was as if all the pieces fell into place like a puzzle finally coming together after years of searching. And in that moment, you knew. You knew that you couldn't keep it to yourself any longer, that you had to tell him how you felt, no matter the consequences.

So, you took a deep breath. Steeling yourself for what was to come, and you let the words spill from your lips in a rush of emotion. It was messy and imperfect, but it was real. It was true. And it was exactly what you needed to say.

"I... Dally, I just... I don't even know where to start," you began. Your voice trembling with emotion as you struggled to find the right words. "But I can't keep it in any longer. I think... no, I know I... I love you. Like, really love you."

Your admission hung heavy in the air, a confession so raw and honest that it left you feeling exposed, vulnerable. But as you looked into Dally's eyes, filled with a mixture of surprise and tenderness, you knew that you had made the right decision to speak your truth.

"I know it sounds crazy," you continued, your words tumbling out in a rush. "But it's true. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin. And it's not just because you're always there to clean up my messes or protect me from the world, although you do a damn good job of that. It's because... because I genuinely care about you, Dallas Winston. I care about you more than I ever thought possible. And it scares me sometimes, how much I care."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you bared your soul to him, laying your feelings bare for the world to see. But as you spoke, a sense of relief washed over you, knowing that you had finally spoken the words that had been weighing on your heart for so long.

"And I know it's a lot to take in," you concluded, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

For a moment, the air felt thick with anticipation. The intensity of your confession hanging between you like a tangible thing. And then as if a switch had been flipped, the hardness in Dally's eyes melted away. Replaced by a warmth that seemed to radiate from deep within him.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth gradually blossoming into a grin that lit up his entire face. It was a grin like you'd never seen before. A grin that reached all the way to his eyes filling them with a light you hadn't realized was missing.

His fingers brushed gently against your tear-stained cheeks. His touch tender and affectionate as he cupped your face in his hands. There was a sense of wonder in his expression, as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening, as if he had never dared to hope for this moment.

"Damn, sweetheart," he breathed. His voice tinged with awe. "I never knew you had it in you. Talking like that. But I'm glad you did. Because, hell, I love you too. I always have."

His words sent a rush of warmth through you. A feeling of elation that bubbled up from deep within your chest. And as you looked into his eyes, shining with a happiness you had never seen before, you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, something real and true and utterly perfect.

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ambrozjas · 4 months

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I love the secret relationship trope so much, so I was wondering if I could request a Sodapop x reader secret relationship where the rest find out and tease them for it???

can’t keep this up forever ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x fem!reader

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loved this req, i love this trope too. thank you for requesting anon 🫶 🎀

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

kissing and some curse words? reader is referred to as a dame and a chick throughout the story, and is known to have friends that are girls

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

560 words, 2990 characters

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“woah! who’s this dame with’cha, sodapop?” steve asks, yanking a polaroid photo out of soda’s back pocket. it was a photo of you and soda, you guys had just been to the movies and decided to take a photo of you guys for memories.

soda turned around and snatched the photo back from steve, “quit it! you’ll get it dirty..” he mumbled, causing steve to wipe his black oily fingers on his dx shirt.

“so? who’s ‘at?” steve asked, pointing back at the photo sodapop was admiring with a small smile.

“she’s nobody, just.. quit askin’ me ‘bout it, okay?” he glared at steve, who was still trying to reach for the polaroid. you and soda had been together for about seven months now, and yet nobody in the gang knew about you. you had usually stayed out of sigh, and if brought up, you said sodapop was just a friend.

it wasn’t like you were ashamed of each other, it was more so that you’d both get teased for the rest of your days big time.

you had almost gotten caught once too. you had your friends over at your house and them being nosy as usual, decided to go through your drawers while you were doing some homework.

“ooh! who’s this guy?” one of them said. “goddamn, is he handsome!” the other gawked.

you whipped around so fast you think your head could’ve screwed off, and immediately threw yourself on top of one of the girls for the photos. “woah, is he your boyfriend?” your friend gasped, holding a hand over her mouth as she whispered the question.

“no!— just, drop it.” you said, tapping the photos on your desk into place so they’d be organized. even when they begged for answers, you simply ignored them and fortunately for you, their short attention span made it so that they burnt out pretty quick.

eventually, you and sodapop’s relationship got harder to hide the more time you wanted to spend together.

some days when he was off work, he’d go over to your house and give darry some excuse.

it was surprising how long it had taken both of your friends’ to find out about you.

it was one day, when you and sodapop had gone to the diner once he had gotten off work. you walk him down the block, making sure to stop at the stop sign so you wouldn’t be seen. unfortunately for you and soda though, dallas, ponyboy and johnny had seen you guys share a quick kiss at the corner of the street, and boy did soda never hear the end of it.

i mean, at least you didn’t have to sneak around anymore.

once everyone had found out about you, though, sodapop could never shut up about you. it became annoying to steve, who had to spend the few hours at work with soda rambling on and on about you.

“but listen, steve, you’re not listenin’. she’s gorgeous and she loves doing—“

“i am listenin’, it’s hard not ‘ta listen when all ya’do is talk about this chick.” steve spit back, his voice sounding a bit weird due to his position under a car.

soda didn’t listen though, too busy daydreaming about you and exploding with all the pent up lovey talk he couldn’t mention at all out.

gosh, did he love you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hjorocxoeoo i love sodaksdkdoesk

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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dbnightingale24 · 3 months

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Fog In The Mind, Desire In The Heart

A Dark Curtis Everett Love Story

Surprise! I decided to take a small break from the three novels I'm writing (I promise that your updates are coming!!), and finish the damn Curtis Everett one shot I promised you guys years ago. It may take me forever to get to the point, but I do eventually get there, in my defense. Anywho, this is a lot shorter than what you all are used to, but I hope you all enjoy it just the same! As always, thanks to the amazing @fuckingbyefor the moodboard! Here we go!

Word Count: 9911 (yes, you read that correctly)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+), Slight Snowpiercer AU, Slight Age Gap between Edgar and Reader (work with me people), Curtis Everett, Daddy Kink, Non Con/Dub Con, Drinking, Plotting, Self Hate, Loathing, Betrayal, Swearing, Angst, Mild Violence, Anger, Pining...I think that's it?

Songs That Inspired This Story: I'd Walk Through Fire For You, Just Let Me Adore You

Summary: Everyone stuck in the tail section dreamed of a better life for themselves. Everyone except for Curtis. For him, his better life would start when you were happy and by his side, no matter who he had to force out of the way.

I do not give consent/permission for my stories/works to be posted/published elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

For as much as you hate Curtis, he lives rent free in your head all day. You sit at the bar that Nam so lovingly bar tends day in and day out, listening in and out of the conversation he makes almost every night.

“Right now isn’t the time, but you’ll see...the world will be livable again. Maybe another year or so, but we’ll be able to get off of this fucking train,” he tells you tonight, an echo of the same thing he’s been saying every night for the last two years.

“What did Curtis say?” you snicker, putting your empty glass down as he reaches for your favorite poison: whiskey.

“He’s busy,” Nam simply shrugs, refilling your glass with ice and the dark brown liquid.

“When isn’t he?”

“Y/N, you know what happened to Edgar-”

“He’s gone, Nam,” you snap unintentionally. “Whatever the hell Curtis meant to happen, didn’t. Edgar has been dead for two years and all the while we wait for the great Curtis Everett to come up with a fucking plan to make all of this not seem so shit as it is,” you sigh before downing your drink.

Your reasons for hating Curtis are very simple and clear for everyone to understand.

Everyone except Curtis.

You remember when you first boarded onto the stupid train that “saved” your life. You remember them ripping you away from your Mother, who sacrificed herself so you could have a chance at life, and her promising you that she’d meet up with you later on in the train.

She never did.

You know she only did it because she knew it was the only way you’d board the train, but the anger feel towards her never leaves.

It never has and it never will.

That was the first time you saw him.

You were put into a group of young teenage girls, a place you barely belonged since you were almost 17, and you felt a pair of eyes on you.

It’s not like that was uncommon, but it didn’t help anything. In fact, as time went on, on the train, you found that a lot of men had their eyes on you. You were beautiful, soft spoken but also opinionated, and kind. You were so understanding and helpful, unlike almost everyone else on the train who gave up hope as soon as the doors closed.

They all did their best to make you notice them, Curtis more than most, but you were more than happy to keep to yourself.

At least, that’s until Edgar came of age. While he was younger than you by a few years, he was persistent and the only one who could truly make you smile and laugh. For as tense and gloomy as things could be, Edgar always found a way to soften everything. The first few times he asked you out (well, too hangout on his bed), you said no because of the age difference.

“Who cares?” he laughed as he followed you to the little hospital section they had set up in one of the train cars.

“Clearly I do!”

“It’s not that bad!”

“Edgar-”

“What could it hurt? We’ll split a protein block, a cup of water, talk a bit, and I’ll walk you back to your bunk. It’ll be fun!”

“Edgar-”

“You know you want to, I see it in your eyes.”

“No Edgar,” you smiled softly before making your way to the children’s bunks to read them a story.

“You’ll say yes, you’ll see!” he called with a soft smile, before he turned and made his way back to his bunk.

After that, he didn’t let up. He asked almost every day until you finally caved and said yes. From that moment on, you two inseparable (after you both finished your daily chores). You loved to spend time reading to the children and he was more than happy to accompany you. The kids loved him anyway.

“What do you think about us having one?” Edgar asked one night as you two laid together after sex.

“Having one what?”

“Child?”

“Fuck no!”

“Shh,” he laughed softly, stroking your hair. “Why not?”

“You can’t be serious, babe. We live on a fucking train, the shittiest part of the train I might add, the world is frozen, the front end comes and randomly takes children whenever they please-”

“It won’t always be like this, plus, Curtis has a plan.”

“Oh? What plan is that?” you scoffed

Edgar had always been Curtis’ biggest supporter.

“Why don’t you believe in him?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in him, but I’m not willing to follow blindly behind him. Everyone else is, and I just don’t see a reason to,” you shrugged.

“Y/N-”

“You asked me a question and I gave you an answer. It’s not my fault that you don’t like the answer, baby.”

Curtis had always been the one thing that got in the way of your relationship with Edgar. Edgar would willingly follow Curtis, no matter what he said or what he did, and you weren’t buying into any of it. Sure, Curtis seemed nice enough and he was kind when he wanted to be, but there was also a silent anger to him. A silent anger that always seemed like it could go off at any time.

Plus, it’s not exactly like he was thrilled when you and Edgar started seeing each other. Once again, a lot of the men weren’t, but everyone could see how happy you were. How well you and Edgar fit together. Curtis, on the other hand, rolled his eyes whenever he saw the two of you together.

“Why don’t you come and help us tonight? You always have an idea-”

“No,” you laughed and Edgar scowled. “That’s your thing, not mine.”

“If you’d come, you’d see there’s nothing to hate about-”“I don’t hate Curtis!” you snapped softly and he rolled his eyes, “I just...something isn’t right there. You all just follow and believe everything that he says, and that’s not okay.”

“You always find a reason to doubt him and hes never given you a reason to.”

“And hes never given you a reason to trust him so much!”

“I’m not having another argument about this-”

“Good, because I’m tired of him somehow always becoming the center of our relationship.”

“Y/N-”

“You’re gonna be late. Go.”

You hated arguing so much with him about Curtis, but he didn’t know the things that you knew about him. Besides the fact that his eyes always lingered on you for far much longer than they should have, you knew about the things that Edgar was too young to remember. You knew what happened to his Mother, you knew what almost happened to Edgar, and you knew that Curtis would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

Besides, by the way he watched you like you were his prey, you knew he’d stop at nothing to get you. So, when it was finally time for the “great uprising” you begged Edgar to stay behind with you.

“We’ve spent too long planning and plotting for me to stay behind-”

“You can stay with me!” you sobbed and he shook his head.

“Trust me! Believe in me! I can do this!”

“Edgar-”

“We’ll have a future, children, space-”

“I just want you! Please-”

“I’ll come back to you and you’ll see. I promise you, it’ll be okay. I love you.”

That was the last time you saw him alive.

When word got back to you how he’d been killed, and who let it happen, something inside you snapped. You became violent, you lost all patience, you attacked anyone who got in your way as you started on your own journey to the front, and you led everyone who had stayed behind to the front of the train with you. By the time you got there, Wilford had been killed and Curtis was the new leader. Of course, no one noticed all of the changes in Curtis’ attitude, as if you all owed him your lives, because he’d apparently made your lives better. He made changes that made years of suffering finally seem like they had been worth something.

Everyone except you.

“Curtis wants to see you,” one of the girls tells you as she approaches the bar.

Sansa, who’s his regular girl.

“Just give him time,” Nam repeats softly, filling your glass one last time.

You roll your eyes and down your drink before you follow Sansa to the very front of the train.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been called to his bedroom. Hell, it isn’t even the 100th time. Not long after the battle ended and changes were made, Curtis Everette made it very well known to everyone on the train, that you are his absolute favorite. Not so much with his words, but with his actions. He’d made it seem as if it were out of honor for Edgar, but the way he watched you let you know that, that was bullshit. No, he never called you into his bed, but he also made sure to never let you get close to another man again.

He made sure you never had to work, you never wanted for anything, you always had fresh clothes waiting for you, and you had one of the best rooms on the train.

“Edgar sacrificed his life so you could have a better one. It only makes sense that you have the best of everything,” he whispered the night that he’d helped you settle into your new room.

In return, you’ve made it known that you’ll always despise him.

“What?” you snap the second you step foot inside his room.

He looks at you with his bourbon shot eyes, and you scoff. He’s in one of his moods.

“You could be a little nicer to me, Y/N.”

“Everyone on this train is nice enough to you. Now, what do you want? What’s the point of giving me a room if you never actually let me stay in it.”

“What’s wrong with you today?” he sneers, pouring himself another drink.

“You’re still here and Edgar isn’t.”

“Edgar made his choice-”

“Edgar worshiped you and blindly followed you into battle, and you couldn’t give less of a shit about what happened to him.”

“That’s not true!”

You scoff and narrow your eyes at him, “then why do you call me here every fucking night?”

“I’ve never done anything-”

“I know you’re not drunk enough to lie to me,” you warn with a snarl.

No, technically Curtis has never done anything to you, but hes found ways to...mess with you.

He’s had you stay in the rooms while hes fooled around with other women, sometimes multiple at once, if he gets drunk enough, he watches you bathe and get dressed, hes gone out of his way to show you just how badly he wants you, and he never lets you stay away from him for too long. No, he’s never forced himself on you and taken you, but hes always been just a few steps away from doing so.

With Edgar out of the way, he’s free to do whatever he pleases.

However, the problem is, Curtis wants you to want him. He wants you to burn for him just as bad as he burns for you. At one point, that would’ve been possible. It was never that you found him unattractive or unapproachable, something just always seemed...off. Now that, that’s been confirmed, you’re repulsed by the man.

Even if you do still find him painfully attractive.

A sick smirk comes to his face as he makes his way over to you, “I’ve never done anything that haven’t found yourself enjoying.” “Yes, because I love spending my nights watching fuck other women.”

“Could be you.”

“You can let go of that dream. If it never happened before, it sure as fuck isn’t gonna happen now.”

Without warning, he’s gripping your neck tight and forcing you against the wall, and you do your best to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach.

“You can pretend all you want to, but I know how bad you want it. I hear you at night when you think I’m asleep. The pathetic little moans and whimpers, and your desperate begging.”

Your eyes go wide and he chuckles darkly.

“You’re not as slick as you think, honey.”

“It’s not for you, so don’t go getting a big ego.” “It sure as shit isn’t for Edgar, even when you were fucking him regularly. He could never truly satisfy you. Not in the way you needed.” “You’re a bastard!”

“How many times did you picture me every time he fucked you, hmm? How many times do you picture me when you’re alone in that cozy little room of yours?”

You don’t know what the hell has gotten into him, because he’s never been this forceful with you before.

“Never!”

“You should be thanking me,” he growls, his grip on your neck getting tighter as he leans in close. “Maybe I should stop being so fucking nice to you and just take it.” “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“What will you do, huh? The only crying you’ll be doing is when I’m done with you and you’re begging for more of my cock.”

Of all the fucking times to be turned on.

“Curtis-”

“You fucking want it,” he continues, “even now, I know that little pussy is crying to be touched. To fucked until it’s ruined!”

You push him off of you and glare at him.

“Admit it! You orchestrated all of this so you could-”

“He knew what he was getting himself into! He knew the chance he was taking-”

“He trusted you!”

“That was his fault!”

There it is.

“So you admit it!”

“I’d do it again! Why did he deserve you but I didn’t?! I still don’t?! After all I’ve done for you?!”

“You’re monster!”

“Sticks and stones,” he smirks before pressing you against the wall again. “Maybe I should show you just how much of a monster I am.”

His lips are on yours and when you try to push him off of you, he doubles down on his efforts. Squeezing at the stitches in his other arm, he hisses in pain, dropping his glass and backs up for just a moment. He slaps you hard before going in for another kiss, but you’re quick to knee him in the groin.

“Bitch!”

You’re quick to run out and make your way to room, not sure of where else there is to hide, and before you can slide the door close, he’s pushing you in and slamming it shut behind him.

“Get out!”

“Get on the fucking bed!” “Curtis-”

“Fine, you want this to be rough? I can be as rough as you want me to be, baby,” he promises as he locks the door.

“HELP!”

“No one is going to go against me, no one is going to save you, and no one is gonna feel bad for you. Scream all you fucking want, they’ll know you’re just enjoying it,” he promises with a sinister smile.

Seeing no other way out of this, you rush him against the wall and just start hitting him with all the power you have in your body.

“I’ve never had to work for it,” he taunts, easily pushing you back. “Never had to make a bitch admit just how bad she wants me!”

“I hate you! I want nothing to do with you!”

“Is that what you’d tell yourself every time you’d make eye contact with me while he was fucking you? Looking down at me as he fucked up into you, telling you just how much he loves and adores you?” he counters, easily wrapping an arm around your waist, easily throwing you down on the bed. “When you knew I was getting off to your hushed moans? You didn’t want anything to do with me then either? You didn’t want me making you scream?”

You hate that he has a point because, to an extent, you did want one him at one point. You wanted him bad. It’s part of why you’d turn down Edgar so many times. No, you never had any intention of pursuing Curtis, but you were attracted to him. Far more than you were to Edgar, and you felt incredibly guilty about it. You would’ve been content to be alone, but Edgar never relented and you eventually found it cute.

Of course you knew what Curtis was doing whenever the two of you locked eyes, but you truly never thought he’d let Edgar get killed so he could get you. The worst part of it is, even now that you know the truth of it all, you still want Curtis. In some sick way, the fact that he did something so horrible just to have you all to himself drove you insane in the worst way. You aren’t losing the fight because he’s overpowering you, you’re losing the fight because you’re tired of fighting it.

“Don’t get quiet on me now,” he snickers as pulls his top off and throws it across the room. “Don’t tell me that you’re a filthy little liar,” he presses as he rips your top open.

“Leave me alone!” “No, I’m done waiting around,” he husks, pulling your bra down. “Fuck!”

“Curtis-”

“You’re gonna shut the fuck up and you’re gonna enjoy everything daddy has to offer you,” he warns before dipping down and enveloping his right breast in his mouth; lewdly licking and sucking on it in the most depraved way.

“O-oh! Curtis!”

It’s been so long since you’ve been touched by anyone else.

“That’s right,” he mumbles before nipping on your nipple, while his other hand works on undoing your jeans, “I know exactly what you need, you little bitch.”

Your breathing comes heavier as his hand makes its way down into your panties, finding your overstimulated bundle of nerves.

“You’re fucking soaked!”

“Stop-”

“Stop fucking fighting me!” he warns, his other hand making it’s way around your throat. “You fucking want it! You’ve always fucking wanted it!”

You’re not sobbing because he’s doing something wrong, you’re sobbing because he’s right. Edgar would probably be alive if you’d just kept saying no to him.

“That’s right, baby. Just let me take care of you,” he moans, easily sliding a finger into you.

“Curtis,” you moan, bucking your hips forward.

“So beautiful, baby,” he coos, finally giving your other nipple attention, “waited so fucking long!”

“Oh fuck!”

You do your best to block out all images of Edgar and every feeling of guilt you felt. For whatever reason, Curtis wasn’t letting you go tonight and you didn’t want him to.

“You can barely take two fingers,” he groans, adding another thick finger to your sopping cunt as you rake your nails across his back. “Gonna have to get you ready for me. God, these fucking tits!” he husks.

“Please!” you whimper, feeling both pleasure and pain at the way he’s pulling you apart, “don’t fucking stop!”

“We’re gonna be at this a while,” he promises with a smirk as he picks up his pace.

He resumes his assault on your left nipple for just a bit longer, before he finally starts leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down your body, pulling your pants down along the way.

You’ve never had a guy go down on you before. Before you’d been put on the train, you’d only had sex twice and the both of you were inexperienced. When you were with Edgar, you two weren’t free to explore much. The most you’d been able to do was give him a blowjob, even that was uncomfortable.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me,” Curtis purrs against your pussy lips, “been waitin’ for me.”

The first lick is just a tease and you whine in protest, the second is right against your clit and whine his name as you dig your nails into his shoulders, and with the third he’s finally diving right in and claiming you as his own with his tongue.

“Oh God! Don’t fucking stop!” you beg pathetically, your legs starting to tremble as he massages your clit with his thumb. “Fuck!”

The sounds of his of his pornographic moans and roughness of his beard on your thighs somehow make you even more feral, and you can’t resist looking down. The sight of him buried between your legs has you biting on your bottom lip to keep from screaming. As if he can sense your feral gaze on him, you he looks up with a devilish glint in his ocean blue eyes, which have now darkened with twinges of desire and lust, as he starts fucking you faster with his tongue.

Your mouth hangs open and you’re right on the edge when he removes his tongue.

“What the fuck?!” you cry out and he chuckles darkly.

“I shouldn’t fucking let you cum at all,” he bites as he thrusts two fingers inside of you, causing you to buck your hips forward, “but I’m gonna get this tight little pussy ready for me,” he promises again.

The intrusion of a third finger has you throwing your head back in both pleasure and pain, and you try to push his hand away.

“None of that, fucking take it! Take it and then you’re gonna take my fucking cock,” he demands gruffly, applying more pressure to your clit with his thumb.

“Ngh- too much! Curtis please!”

“Then fucking cum! What, you don’t know how? Was it really that bad with him?” he taunts with a condescending chuckle.

You shouldn’t clench around his fingers the way you do at that.

“Not such a fucking saint after all, huh? Just a hungry little cock whore. Say it,” he demands lowly.

Biting down on your lip to keep quiet, you shake your head ‘no’.

Slapping one of your tits hard, he repeats, “say it!”

“ ‘m a cock whore!” you cry out, squirting hard and coating his wrist.

That’s new.

“Jesus fuck,” he growls.

He fucks you through your high, lapping up the mess you made, while you try to come down from your high. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know how wrong all of this is, but you can’t focus on that right now. The pleasure is all consuming, and you can’t think on anything other than how much you want Curtis.

How, in some dark and twisted way, you’ve always wanted Curtis.

The sound of him unzipping his pants brings you back to reality, and you know you’re going to hate yourself in the morning. Hell, you hate yourself now.

“Don’t ever make me fight this fucking hard for you again, you understand me?” he warns, kicking his jeans and boxers off of him and your bed.

You watch him with wide eyes and it’s as if he can read your mind.

“Don’t you dare try and fucking run from me now. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and you’ll always be mine.”

He takes his angry red cock in his hand, stoking it a few times, before dipping down and kissing you like you’d finally been returned to him after years of being held captive. The taste of you and whiskey mix together perfectly, intoxicating you, and you moan into his mouth, as both of your tongues fight for dominance.

“You are mine,” he broods once you two break apart as he spears himself inside of you.

“Shit!”

He lets out a strangled groan, “gonna make you feel better than you ever have before!”

He’s relentless as he fucks into you, knowing exactly what you need as you trail kisses down his neck.

“Y/N,” he whines when you find that spot on the crook of his neck, biting down on it hard before using your tongue to soothe the pain. “Fuck! What a good girl,” he praises and you flutter around his cock. “My pretty girl likes that? Being my good fuckin girl?”

You’ve never been so full in your life and the only response you can muster is a pathetic moan, sucking even harder on his neck.

“That’s right, baby. Mark me up...make sure they know I’m yours,” he growls, using one hand to pin your waist down, while the other pins your hands down to the bed above your head.

You don’t even care that he’s using you as his own personal rag doll, because you need it. You both need it. So many years of anger, frustration, and denial have finally come to a head, and it feels good.

It feels so fucking good.

“Oh God! Daddy!” you cry out, wrapping a leg around his waist as he finds a spot within you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, there it is!”

“Too much!”

“No it’s not, you’re gonna make a mess for me again,” he demands as his movements start to become erratic.

The hand he’s using to pin your waist to the bed travels down between the both of you, and you let out a choked sob as he starts to massage your clit.

“So beautiful, baby. Love you so fucking much,” he grunts, and you’re not sure if he means you or your pussy.

Your mind is so full of fog that you truly don’t give a fuck.

You turn your head away as you feel the knot in your core tighten and he whines, “look at me...waited so long, let me see you, baby. C’mon...let daddy see you come apart.”

Forcing your gaze on him, there’s something equally soft in his feral blue eyes, and you know you’re done for. No matter what you feel in the morning, you’ll want this again and again.

You’ll want him again and again.

A silent scream leaves your mouth as your orgasm washes over you, the leg around his waist falling to the side as you make a mess between the both of you.

“That’s a good girl...milk my fat fuckin’ cock, baby,” he groans, resting his forehead against yours as he paints your inner walls with his love.

Well, you’ve fucking done it now.

He peppers soft kisses from your forehead to your cheek, as he rides out both of your highs, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he finally releases your arms. When he finally stills within you, half hard, you let your arms fall to your sides and close your eyes, feeling more full and desired than ever before.

Feeling more guilt than you ever have before.

You’re almost asleep when you hear, “clean daddy off, honey. We’re just getting started.”

He chuckles when he looks down at the confused look on your face.

“I told you: we’re gonna be at this for a while.”

You’re not sure what the hell has gotten into him, and why he’s so forceful tonight, but he keeps you up for hours in positions you’ve never even dreamed of. Exhausting your body over and over again, his lips covering every inch of your body that they can, and his hands exploring every part of you. It feels like heaven, and there’s a pitiful shame that washes over you with each orgasm. You lose count of how many times he tells you he loves you, and how perfect he thinks you are for him, and soon you’re just a mindless doll ready and willing to do anything he wants. You’ll give him anything as long as he continues to lessen the embarrassment that’s come with you finally giving yourself to him.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts from behind as you lull your head back, “ride daddy’s dick just like that. Like a fucking cowgirl!”

“Ngh!”

“I know you’re tired,” he coos against your neck, his beard making you shutter as he strarts groping your breasts with both hands, “gonna fill your perfect little pussy one more time, I promise!”

The thought of you leaking with his release again has you clenching around him.

“You love being so full of me, don’t you?”

You just nod as you grip his thick thighs, digging your nails into them.

“I know, baby. Just needed daddy to show you who’s boss, didn’t you? Too ashamed to accept what I was so willing to give you,” he moans, kissing your neck as one of his hands travels between your thighs.

“DADDY!”

“So loud for me and I fucking love it! You’d never be this fuckin’ loud for him, would you?”

You lazily shake your head ‘no’.

“Didn’t deserve you...he couldn’t make you happy like I can. Like I always will,” he promises as he slaps your cunt.

That’s all it takes. You scream his name as your body spasms and you make a mess for what feels like the millionth time. He pulls you close, filling you to the brim, as your body relaxes against his.

“What a good girl,” he praises softly, his own breathing shallow as he guides your waist to ride out both of your orgasms.

You’ve never been so exhausted in your life.

You honestly have no control over your body at this point, so Curtis has to guide you off of him and onto the bed. You flinch when you feel some sort of fabric between your legs, cleaning you up.

“I know you’re sensitive, just a few more moments, baby,” he coos.

Well, he’s certainly much happier now that you’re a useless and mindless mess.

You feel the bed dip from behind you as he gets in, pulling the cover over the both of you before pulling you close to him. The fight that’s left in you isn’t enough to kill an ant. Instead, you just relax against him as you drift off into unconsciousness, hoping that all of this is just a very strong dream crafted from loneliness and desire.

The last thing you hear before you succumb to darkness is, “I love you.”

“Y/N,” a soft voice calls as a pair of hands shake your gently.

You blink a few times, coming back to reality and trying to separate your dreams from reality.

“Y/N? Curtis wants to see you in his room.”

Curtis.

All of a sudden the pain in your face and body catapult you back into reality. Shame washes over you, as well as an intense amount of guilt, and you curl into yourself. God, how could you give into him? How could you get off to some of the cruel and lewd things he said? What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Y/N? Did you hear me? Curtis-”

“No,” you respond softly, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.

“He told me not to take ‘no’ for an answer,” the woman responds mournfully.

You say nothing, silently crying to yourself and wishing you were anywhere else. Wishing you could get away from your one true forbidden desire.

“Y/N, please,” the woman begs.

It’s not lost on you that she’ll more than likely have hell to pay, but you can’t face him. The more memories come flooding back, the more you want to the train to swallow you whole. To add insult to injury, arousal pools between your legs as desire takes over your body. What the hell came over the both of you last night, and why did you let it win? There was a time that you would’ve fought till the last breath in your body to keep Curtis off of you, but last night, you barely put up that much of a fight. You didn’t want to.

You hear your drawers open and what you assume are clothes landing on your bed, and you just pull the cover over your head. He got what he wanted out of you, so why can’t he leave you alone? What else could he want from you?

‘I love you.’

There’s no possible way he could’ve meant that. He was drunk. He treats every other woman on this train like his own personal pleasure toy, so what makes you any different? So special?

“What did I tell you last night about making me fight for you?”Curtis sighs as he walks into your room, closing the door shut behind him.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even heard the woman leave.

When you say nothing, he pulls the cover from you, “come on, Y/N. Don’t make me get forceful.”

You just pull your legs tighter to yourself and cry harder.

“What?”

“Please...just go away.”

“Y/N-” “You did it on purpose, Curtis. He loved you and you just...”

“You didn’t seem to mind that confession so much last night.”

“Which makes me just as awful as you if not worse,” you sob, once again realizing just how terrible you are.

Edgar loved you unconditionally and you let the man responsible for his death fuck you like a beast, willingly giving him orgasm after orgasm.

“Honey,” Curtis tries to reason, going to touch your arm, but you pull away.

It’s insane how you can long for and hate someone’s touch so much at the same time.

Letting out another frustrated sigh, he pulls the cover back over your body and steps away, “fine.”

You can hear the pain in his voice, but he should feel like garbage. You both should. The sliding door to your room opens and closes again, and you’re finally on your own again. As you continue to cry, you if you’ll ever know peace again. If you aren’t, how long will it take you to allow yourself the comfort of Curtis?

Curtis’ P.O.V.

What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s not the first time I’ve gotten drunk and tormented you, but to attack you like that? Confess the truth in such a condescending way? Of course you want nothing to do with me now that the fog has cleared. Yes, what I did was fucked up, but I’ve been right about you since day one.

You wanted me all along.

It’s not like I didn’t care for Edgar, and he deserved more from me, but he didn’t deserve you. Watching him with you was like a knife to the chest every day. Hearing your moans and whimpers every night that he was inside you? Those were mine. They were for me. That’s why you always kept your eyes focused on me. You knew it just as well as I did. Maybe you’re the real monster in all of this, because you used him just as much as I envied him.

You weren’t happy, you were never going to leave him, so I took charge. I didn’t expect for any of it to work out like it did, but it did nonetheless. I figured if I gave you enough time and space, you’d come to me, but my patience could only last so long. Venting to Nam night after night only helped so much.

Two fucking years.

Two years of me watching you, two years of me making every other man on board afraid to get close to you, two years of me being a lesser version of myself...two years and you still never cracked. I have a fucking train to take care of, I couldn’t keep spending all of my time and energy just trying make you jealous enough to give him.

I was all set to let it go and let you do whatever the hell you wanted, until I walked past your train cart yesterday morning.

“Fuck Curtis...fuck me just like that,” you whimpered so softly, I thought I imagined it.

Looking into your room made me cum instantly. You were completely naked, eyes closed, head lulled back, and riding your pillow. You’d never looked so fucking hot before, and that was my name leaving your mouth. Not Edgar’s, mine. I no longer needed you to fucking say you were mine, but you’d just confirmed it.

“Gonna cum so soon, daddy! Fuck!”

I couldn’t get it out of my mind, and my frustration wouldn’t leave my body. Why the hell were you fighting something you so desperately wanted?

Because you’re not a monster at all.

Even without my confession, you’d always known the truth. I could’ve saved Edgar, but I didn’t. I made a million excuses as to why I couldn’t, and everyone believed them. Everyone except you. Of course you wouldn’t allow yourself to be with me. Not without force. So, after I finished up everything I needed to take care, I got drunk. I had planned on being level headed, but you came in with that fucking attitude, and I fucking lost it.

How the hell were you annoyed with me? I made sure you had the best life, and you were still ungrateful. Once again, I could’ve saved Edgar, but you wouldn’t have left him. You would’ve married him and had his fucking his kids, and what right did he have to you? What right do any of the guys on this hell hole have to you? None of them will ever love you like I do, they’re not gonna satisfy you like I do, and they’re never gonna care for you like I do.

You just needed to be shown, so I decided that I was done waiting. I knew you’d put up a fight, but I didn’t expect it to get me so worked up. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard, but you were being difficult. Squeezing the stitches in my arm? You knew better than that. It wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped, but when you finally surrendered, it was more than worth it. You were a fucking dream, better than anything I’d ever had or imagined.

How could I feel bad about Edgar when I finally had you right where I wanted you? Where I’d always wanted you. I didn’t have to say all of things I did, but we both knew they were true. You’d always wanted me, he’d never truly satisfied you, and you’d always wanted me. Whatever your reasons were for choosing him over me didn’t matter anymore, because you finally admitted everything. Yeah, it bothered me that you never said ‘I love you’ back, but I also know I can’t have everything I want at once. I know you do, and when you’re ready, you’ll admit that too.

“She’s not here,” Nam says softly, pulling me out of my thoughts as he enters.

“No, she’s back to hating me,” I mutter with an eye roll. “I did everything wrong.”

“Did you explain?”

“Nope, I did the exact opposite. I took what I wanted and expected her to fall in line.”

He lets out an irritated sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, “Curtis.”

“Yeah, I fucking know, alright?”

“What now?”

“I’ll go back and see her tonight. I’ll talk to her. She loves me, she just needs some encouragement to see it. To admit it.”

“Be gentle, Curtis. You get angry and you don’t think.”

He’s not wrong.

“Did you hurt her?”

“We both hurt each other, but it’s not like she didn’t like it.”

“Is that what happened to your arm?” he asks, pointing to the bruise.

I scoff with a nod, “yeah, little devil.”

“She’s tough, I’ll give her that,” he laughs, taking Kronole out of his pocket.

“Will you stop with that shit?!”

“You beat women, I get high,” he shrugs.

“I don’t beat women,” I quickly counter, trying to keep a lid on my anger.

I really didn’t mean to hit you so fucking hard. Fuck.

He just rolls his eyes, “Should I send Yona to look after her?”

“No, we have work to do and we need Yona and her ability. I’ll send one of the girls to check on her and give her food.”

I know I should be the one to do it but with how you were this morning, I know we’re basically right back where we started.

“Curtis, should I send for Y/N again?” Sansa asks, poking her head in, disdain dripping into her words.

I can see the pain in her eyes, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad. She may be a regular, but she always knew she wasn’t permanent. All of them know.

“I’ll see to her later. Make sure no one comes in except Yona,” I instruct dismissively.

“Yes sir.”

Yeah, I’m an asshole, but I’m an asshole who’s in love with and made better by you. The sooner you see that, the sooner things will be as they should. In time, you’ll see.

In time, you’ll understand.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Here, take mine,” a deep soft voice told you.

You looked over to your right to see that Curtis had taken a seat next to you, and he was holding out his protein block.

You shook your head and pushed it away, “oh no, it’s perfectly fine-”

“You’re hungry-”

“What will you eat?”

“I don’t like the way they taste,” he shrugged.

You laughed to yourself, “no one likes the way they taste.”

“Won’t haunt you like the taste of human flesh though.”

He had a point there.

“Go on, take it,” he offered again.

“You have to eat something. We’re all barely hanging on as it is.”

“Y/N-”

You offered him a half smile, “we can split it.”

He contemplated your offer before he nodded, “deal.”

You miss that Curtis. The one who showed remorse for his actions, cared about those around him, and was actually trying to help everyone and not just himself. Ever since Gilliam took him under his wing, there was an heir of arrogance to him, and it made you want him that much less. It got worse after Edgar got killed and Gilliam soon followed.

God, how could you still fuck him after his confession? If anything, that should’ve made you fight harder. Instead, in a sick way, it turned you on even more because it showed you just how much he wanted you. How much he’d do to make sure you’d always be his and his alone.

Maybe being on the train for so damn long that it’s fucked with you more than you thought, or maybe you’re just that awful.

The servers have been trying to feed you all day, but the only thing you’ve consumed is alcohol. It’s the only thing that’ll keep demons and thoughts of self-hatred at bay. Plus, for as much as you shouldn’t, you do feel bad for Curtis. The man told you he loves you a handful of times last night, brought you to euphoric bliss time and time again, and you let him hold you close last night, just so you could ice him out today.

As much as you don’t want to believe that the mad man loves you, somewhere deep down inside, you know it’s true. A man doesn’t let the closest person he has to a best friend die over someone he doesn’t love. Yes, you knew Edgar could get on his nerves sometimes, but never enough for Curtis ever want something truly awful to happen to him. It’s not like you ever meant for things to become a sick and twisted games, but they had and the end result was the sweetest man you’d ever known getting killed.

All of this was your fault.

“You haven’t eaten today,” a soft voice rings out, stepping into your room.

“Please go, Curtis. You got what you wanted. Just go, I’m sure Sansa and the others will be happy to keep you company tonight.”

He sits down in front of you and takes your face in his hands, “I don’t love Sansa and the others.”

“Curtis-”

“Why have you been crying all day?”

You’re more than sure the look on your face screams, ‘really?’.

“It’s not like it was something you didn’t already know-”

“Stop being so fucking callous about it!”

“Why? I’d do it again, honey. I have no problem admitting that. If I had to do it all over again, I would without hesitation.”

“What the fuck is the matter with you?!”

“I love you, Y/N. I think I’ve made that pretty clear for some time now, and I’m not going to watch you be with some other man. I don’t give a fuck who that man is.”

“You can literally have whoever else you want-”

You yelp when he effortlessly picks you up and pulls you into his lap.

“The world could be the way it’s supposed to be and I still wouldn’t want anyone else. You were meant for me and I was meant for you. If people have to die for you to understand that, then so be it. I will never love anyone the way I love you, so stop thinking that this is just some fling to me,” he warns, his gaze on you tense and serious.

His words should make you afraid of him but, instead, they make you want him more than you did the night before.

“You don’t-”

“Who else do you want me to make disappear, hmm? How do I make you believe me?”

“Curtis...stop.”

“I love you.”

“That’s not love-”

“Why should I go about this the normal way? We’ve all had to fight to stay here, and I’m willing to fight for you. I will always fight for you because you’re mine, just like I’m yours. I love you.”

For now, you’ll just blame the alcohol as you lean in and kiss him softly. Just like the night before, he runs one of his hands through your hair and grips it tight as he deepens the kiss, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you as close as possible.

He broods against your lips once you two break apart, “that’s right, baby. You’ll always be mine.”

“This isn’t right-” “Who gives a fuck about right and wrong when it feels this fucking good?”

“Curtis...”

“Just give into me,” he pleads before kissing you again, “give into me because you love me just as much as I love you.”

Once again, the fight leaves your body and you’re just giving into what you want. You kiss him deeply as your legs wrap around his waist, grinding against him.

“That’s it honey,” he breathes with a moan, the tip of his nose ghosting over the outline of your cheek. “I won’t take anything you don’t wanna give me. Just like last night.”

You know good and damn well he’s saying that because last night he did force himself on you, but you both knew you were desperate for it. You both know you’ve been desperate for him for a while. It’s evident that he wants you to acknowledge that, but he’s gonna need to work a little harder for that.

“If you truly love me, then show me,” you sigh as he bites and sucks on your neck. “Show me how much you need me to be yours.”

You must have awakened something feral in him because, instantly, he’s picking you up and standing up with almost no effort at all, and carrying you out of your room, quickly make his way towards his. Part of you wants to protest, because you’ve seen what he’s done with other women in his bed, but another part of you is desperate for it because it is his bed. Anyone else who was on it before you won’t ever matter again, because you’re all he needs.

He growls as he tosses you onto his bed, “take your fucking shirt off before I rip it off.”

You honestly don’t need much prompting. Between the amount of alcohol coursing through you, and the desire that you’ve been suppressing for years, you’re once again willing and ready to do anything that he wants. You whimper when he pulls his off and tosses it to the side, quickly getting to work on undoing his pants.

Yeah, you’re still sore from yesterday, but the pleasure always outweighs. You’ll take aspirin after.

“I thought I already fucking showed you,” he husks roughly, fitting your legs around his waist once on the bed and on his haunches. “I didn’t get my point across last night?”

You bite your lip and shake your head no, holding his gaze as you wrap your arms around him.

He smirks as that devilish glint comes back to his eyes, “let me be firmer this time,” forcing you down on his cock.

“AH SHIT!”

He keeps a firm hold on your waist as he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock, “you’re mine, Y/N. Always have been and you always will be!”

You cry out as you lull your head back, “oh fuck, daddy!”

“Eyes on me, baby. Gonna make sure it sinks in this time,” he chuckles darkly.

Honestly, all you can do is hold on to him, and he doesn’t even make that easy. He spits on your cunt a few times before easily wrapping one arm behind your waist to keep you in place, and shamelessly slapping your clit with the other hand.

“Please....please!”

His condescending chuckle only makes you clench around him, “fucking pathetic.”

He dips down, the tip of his tongue lightly licking between your breasts and moaning as he licks up the sweat, before latching his mouth onto your right nipple and sucking on it as if it’s his favorite lollipop to exist.

You whimper, feeling safe in his strong hold, as you run a hand through his buzzed hair, “feels so good, daddy! The way you love me feels so good!”

Releasing your nipple with a ‘pop’, he looks up with brooding dark eyes, “and no one else will ever make it feel this good,” he promises.

Without warning, he starts massaging your clit with more pressure than you’re prepared for, and you’re screaming out his name as you make a mess between the both of you.

“So messy and all mine,” he praises, his voice strained as continues to fuck up into you. “Always been all mine, haven’t you?”

Once again, you’ve been turned into a mindlessly babbling toy.

“No answer?” he taunts, his breathing as he stops all together, laughing sadistically at your pathetic whimper. “Guess daddy still hasn’t made his point clear.”

He drops you down onto the bed, flips you over with ease, fixes your knees so your ass is propped in the air, before thrusting himself inside of you again.

“Aht!”

“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” he growls, fucking into hard and fast.

You just whimper into his pillow as claw at his bed, but he isn’t having that. Wrapping one arm around your waist and snaking it up between your breasts, he grips your throat while the other hand grips your hair tight, and he pulls you right.

“Use your fucking words,” he demands gruffly, fucking into you harder, “you’ve always been mine?”

“Y-yes!”

“Yes who?”

“Y-yes...y-y-yes daddy!”

“Always gonna be mine?”

“A-an-anything you w-want!”

He growls into your neck as you feel him spill into you, “fuck baby!”

Once again, there’s nothing going through your mind but fog and your body is exhausted. If he wants more from you, you’ll give it to him, but you can honestly fall asleep in his hold right now. He loosens his grip on your neck, and you take a deep breath, not even realizing how tight he’d been holding onto you. Lazily fucking you both through your high, he presses small, wet, open mouthed kisses along your neck.

His breath comes heavy and he sounds just as tired as you feel, “get the message this time?”

You nod as weakly attempt to fight off sleep, “mhm, you love me.”

The next question comes with a hint of fear, “do you believe me?”

“Mhm, yes.”

“Do you love me?”

The answer comes effortlessly, “yes Curtis.”

He’s gentle with you as he pulls out, growling as he watches the mix of your juices run down your thighs, and he lays you down. Once again, you wince when some fabric gently wipes over your extremely raw and sensitive flesh, and he gently hushes you. This time, when he gets in bed with you, you’re pulling him close and resting your head on his chest.

You’re too tired to fight it.

“I love you,” you repeat before effortlessly falling asleep.

Once again, when you make up, you need a moment to adjust to your surroundings. The soreness is quicker to make your acquaintance this time, and you remember that you’re in Curtis’ room.

The very front of the train.

That’s when you realize you’re alone in his bed, and you’re slow to sit up and look around.

“I’m here,” he calls softly.

You look to the side and see him sitting across the room, sweatpants on only, hunched over, and resting his head on his hands.

“You should lay back down, I’m sure you’re sore.”

You keep your eyes on him as you slowly lay back down, “what’s wrong?”

He’s not wrong about you being sore.

“Nothing-”

Scoffing as you prop yourself up on your elbow and rest your head on your hand, “you’re gonna start lying to me after the last two days we’ve spent together?” and he laughs softly.

“It doesn’t matter right now-”

“Curtis, what’s wrong?”

There’s a softness to his features, and it’s a softness you haven’t seen in a long time.

“I love you.”

You look down and play with the hem of the bed sheet.

“That’s the problem right there.”

“Curtis-” He sighs as he sits up, “I’m not complaining.”

“It’s not so easy for me, okay?”

“It was last night when you were drunk, and I fucking knew better. I knew better, but my emotions...” “There’s a lot that I have to come to terms with, and I’ve only had two days to do it.”

“Well, do you?” “Curtis-”

“It’s a simple yes or no question-”

“It’s not simple! I was with Edgar, and no matter how I may or may not have always felt about you, I did love him and you let him get killed. No, I’m not innocent in all of this, but he loved and trusted him and you betrayed him.”

“That was different-” “How? How am I supposed to know you won’t ever do something like that to me?”

“Because this is different! This isn’t even remotely close...since I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were meant for me, and I for you. I may have been 17, but I’d never been so sure of anything in my life. I still haven’t been,” he states, slightly hurt that you would even make a claim like that. “I know what I did was fucked up, that’s not lost on either of us, and I’ve done my best to show and prove to you that I’m sorry, because it wasn’t right. Edgar didn’t know, but you did. You knew and you felt the same for me.”

“Curtis-”

“Well you did, you can deny it all you want, but we both know it’s true.”

“It doesn’t matter-” “Well, why you’d pick him?”

You scowl and lay on your back, “you don’t want the honest answer to that question.” “I can handle it.” “Lets not-”

“Just tell me!’

“I really don’t think I need to, Curtis! There’s something wrong with you! Something in you is unhinged and it shows!” you snap, sitting up and facing him.

He sits back and lets out a heavy sigh, and it breaks your heart, but he’s the one who wants to know so bad.

When he says nothing, you continue, “there’s something that flips a switch in you, and this darkness comes over you. You’re moody, argumentative, and violent. Anything can set it off and, while I get it to an extent, enough shit had happened and I didn’t want to deal with it. You would be so soft with me at times, but you could easily lose your temper with anyone else...with the exception of Gilliam. Edgar was kind, funny, and sweet. No, it wasn’t ideal, but I felt safe with him and I didn’t have to worry about him losing his shit on me. So yes, I had feelings for you, but I chose him. I know you took him under your wing out of guilt, but you were also jealous. The more he trusted you, the more you took advantage of that. It made me resent him. Then, when he went off with you for the uprising, I knew he wasn’t coming back. You wouldn’t let him.”

You can see the anger in his eyes, but he knows that he can’t call you a liar. Everything you’re saying is true and he’s not about to try and make a fool out of you.

“I did it for you,” he responds after a moment. “You don’t have to believe it, and I know you didn’t see it, but I did it for you. I’ve always wanted to keep you safe, take care of you, and have you by my side. Everything I’ve done has been for you, and while some of it has been less than humane, I’d do it again if it meant you could be happy. If it means you can have a better life, I’ll do it, and I don’t care who I have to hurt.”

“Curtis-”

“I don’t care how crazy any of it sounds, because you have to be crazy to survive in this world. I’d do anything to give you a better life and see you happy. I love you, Y/N,” he tells you softly and sincerely.

You shouldn’t feel an overwhelming amount or love and joy for him, but that doesn’t stop it from washing over you. Is there a shrink on this fucking train, because you both need your fucking heads examined.

“I’ll ask you again, do you love me?”

Slipping out before you have a chance to stop it, “yes. Yes Curtis, I love you.”

Your heart swells at the small smile that comes to his face, as he finally gets up and makes his way back to the bed, and gets in next to you. You ignore the shameful amount of guilt that overcomes you, because what happened in the past can’t be changed. All that counts is right now and the future you and Curtis will create together.

You rest your head on his chest and make little circles it, “how are you so sure, Curtis?”

“So sure of what?” he asks, stroking your shoulder and finally relaxing.

“That you love me. How do you know it’s not just an overwhelming sense of lust?”

He laughs to himself and kisses the top of your head, “because when all the fog in my mind settles, there’s still a burning desire for you in my heart. A burning desire to protect you, make you happy, hear your voice, see you smile, and to love you until there’s no breath left in my body. When the fog clears, there’s always a desire to love you with everything I have in me.”

Pressing a soft kiss to his chest, you look up at him, “I’m sorry it took me so long to finally get here.”

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry, just promise to never leave.”

“I promise.”

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you, Curtis.”

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saturnville · 3 months

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sleep well tonight, lt. curtis biddick

pairing: lt. curtis “curt” biddick x black fem oc

content: curtis isn’t a writer, but he’ll do whatever it takes to keep in contact with his wife during the war.

an: thanks to @turn-thy-paige, we’ve got some new content. thank you for the ideas!

Curtis wasn’t much of a writer. Most of his expression came verbally through run-on sentences or curt responses. But that wasn’t so easy being thousands of miles away from home with no access to a telephone. He hated writing, but he did it for her. He’d do anything for her.

The barracks were quiet. Most of the men had fallen asleep long before he had. The sky was dark, like a blanket had covered the sun. The sounds of wolves howling in the distance and insects chirping in the grass were a gentle melody to his ears.

Curtis tapped the blank paper on the bedside table and brought a pen in his hand. Slowly, he began to write.

Hey honey,

It’s been a long day. I’ve been awake for almost 24 hours and I still can’t seem to go to sleep. Crazy, right? I’ll try my best once I finish this letter.

How have you been? I hope you’re keeping that beautiful smile on your face and staying in the highest of hopes. I miss you dearly. It’s hard to sleep without you; but I guess that’s what happens when you’ve been married to someone for so long. I’ll be back soon, believe me.

How’s the baby doing? I’m hoping this will all be over by the time you go into labor. I try not to think about the possibility of me missing the birth of my son. And yes, it’s a boy and you can’t fight me on it, either. I can’t wait to see what he looks like. Will he have my eyes and your curly hair? Or will he surprise us both and look like a distant family member? Who knows; I’ll love him just the same.

The newbies are interesting to work with. Every time they put on their gear, they start shaking like a leaf. Their fantasies are gone and reality has sunk in. War isn’t for the weak. To be a soldier is more than saluting the flag and shooting guns. It’s a way of life. But, it gets tiresome.

I’m getting tired now and my hand is starting to cramp, but, whatever you do, keep the faith and rest easy. I’ll be home before you know it.

Sleep well tonight.

Love yours forever,

Curt

#saturnville #black!reader #masters of the air #mota fanfiction #mota #mota fanfic #lt curtis biddick #curtis biddick #curt biddick #curtis biddick x reader #curtis biddick x black reader #curtis biddick x black!reader #major john egan x black!reader #major gale cleven x black reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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The Duff 14

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You skip lunch, trying to make up for missed time. The hours fly by and you only look up from your desk as Marnie packs up. You wish her a good night and Taylor leaves soon after without a word.

You cradle your forehead and pull your phone closer, flipping it over. Notifications stack on the lock screen unnoticed as you keep it muted in the office. You don't need Gloria lecturing you again about professionalism.

That most of the notifications are messages from Curtis both surprises you and doesn't. You fully thought he was too mad to bother yet he's left a scroll of texts. He's a bit much, too much.

Ugh, you don't know. You put down the phone and rub your eyes. It's just all too fast. You're panicking. And clueless. You just really don't know if you're blowing it out of proportion.

You retrieve your phone and flip up the lockscreen. You thumb through your contacts and hit Stephanie's name. You hesitate, hovering over the keyboard.

'Hey, sup?'

Hopefully she answers. You can ask her about Curtis. Or maybe you're better off just forgetting him. You're almost too embarrassed to tell anyone. You're probably being stupid.

You go back to your work. Gloria is already gone. You barely saw her before she left for the courthouse and Charles dipped out after his lunch. You might be the only person left in the office.

You enjoy the solitary. You feel like you haven't been alone in forever. You never realised how much you actually enjoy it.

Your steady typing fills the silence. You ease into the lull, the sky dimming through the windows, casting a haze over your cubicle. You save the file and check the time. You should go. At this point, you're working for free.

The click of a door handle frightens you. You assure yourself it's just the cleaner but the scuff of a sole assures you otherwise. Andy lets out a garbled noise.

"Shoot, sorry, I didn't realise anyone was still here," he says.

"Just about to leave," you grab your phone and make a face at the new alert. Even more messages and none from Stephanie.

"Avoiding home?" Andy wonders as he pulls shut his office door.

"Not exactly," you shut down your computer and grab your bag from under your desk, "just… not in a hurry."

"I know the feeling. Not rearing to sit down to a microwave steak and powdered potatoes," he kids, "you know what people never warn you about when you divorce? The cooking."

You force a laugh. It's nice of him to humour you. You suppose your problems could be worse. You don't have to worry about custody or alimony or really anything but yourself. Maybe that's why Curtis is making you so anxious.

"Not tryna be inappropriate but you have any suggestions? Might be better off grabbing something on the way."

"Er," you shoulder your bag, "the taco place isn't too bad from what I hear. My friends said it was amazing.:

"You didn't go?"

"Uh, no," you admit as you rub your neck, making the awkward shuffle towards the door ahead of him, "I was busy."

You won't admit that they didn't invite you and that you were at home watching their Insta stories about the ghost pepper salsa. No one needs to know that. You wish you could forget that altogether.

"Hmm, I don't mind Mexican," he follows you through the door, "how about you? What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, cereal," you scoff as you head down the stairs, "easier than cooking."

He's quiet as the stairs creak beneath his feet. The old building groans as you come down to the main floor. You don't even feel much like eating.

"I hate to be… too forward but you wanna join me for tacos? My treat."

"Hmm?" You pause at the door and glance back at him.

"I mean, you want something quick and I hate eating alone. Every night. In front of the TV."

You feel a pluck of sympathy. You can't tell if he's playing it up or joking. You also don't know how acceptable it would be to have dinner with your boss.

"You don't have to stay. We can grab take out and you can enjoy it at home."

You keep your hand on the door and tap your toe. It's just food, right? You hate to turn down a free meal and Andy's harmless.

"If I'm being honest, I really just don't wanna walk in by myself. I feel like a bit of a sad sack," he lowers his voice. "So?"

You tilt your head back and forth. It will be a good excuse not to look at your phone. You tuck the cell phone on the side pocket of your bag and give a smile.

"Sure, why not? If you're paying, I'm not complaining."

#curtis everett x reader #dark curtis everett #curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #snowpiercer #au #drabble #the DUFF #series #andy barber #defending jacob

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2knightt · 1 year

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OH EM GEEEE . Could u do hcs abt Ponyboy having a crush on reader, and dally being the one finding out and actually knows the girl somehow😱😭

↳ i could live forever in a day with her₊˚✧

➬ ponyboy curtis x fem!reader

a/n ; dropped everything to write this. ponyboy lover 4life. ALSO, new layout?? we like? ALSO, IM WORKING AS FAST ON THE REQS I HAVE AS I CAN LMFAOO

you and ponyboy knew each other from school, sat next together in history.

pony always thought you were cute, a real looker as some would say.

you thought ponyboy was cute too and pretty smart too.

he’d always ask you to hang out just, not around the gang.

if he saw any of them while hanging out with you, he tries to flee the scene as fast as possible!

like one time you and ponyboy were just walking around town, talking and laughing!

then, two-bit turns the corner to go on the same sidewalk you two were on. so ponyboy, without thinking, grabbed your hand and pulled you into an alleyway.

he knew it was dangerous since the shepherds basically owned the alleyways, but he’d rather get a beating from tim than get a lifelong teasing from two-bit.

“woah pony—atleast take me to dinner first!”

“y/n.”

“yea-sorry.”

the gang definitely noticed that ponyboy has a little hop in his step since you two started hanging out.

and they press him for questions every minute of everyday.

“you look happy pony, what’s up?”

“..can i not be happy?”

“no.”

“steve, leave me alone.”

they all suspected that he met a special someone, but they never had solid evidence or a confession.

but dallas KNEW.

because YOU were happier than usual and coincidentally, around the same time ponyboys smile got wider.

dallas knew your older brother, so by association, he knew you.

so he had ZERO issue going up to you and asking you a question.

“y/n.”

“yea?”

“do you know ponyboy? ponyboy curtis?”

“mhm!”

all dallas did was nod his head and walk off with a smile.

you just stood there in shock?? what??

dallas literally stalks you for the next while just to see if his theory is correct.

he sees you guys meet up at the entrance of the school and go walking to the dingo.

he sees you guys laugh and talk and flirt!

YOU GUYS AREN’T SLICK.

so after a week of getting more and more confident that that was why ponyboy was happier, he talked to pony about it.

“so, who’s the lucky gal, man?”

“what?? nobody??”

“it’s y/n, isn’t it?”

he FREEZES and just slowly turns to face dallas with pure terror of his face.

“huh?”

“i asked if it was y/n. is it or is it not, man?”

ponyboy just runs off into his house and freaks the fuck out in his room😭.

when he sees you at school the next day the first thing he said wasn’t ‘hey!’ or ‘hi.’ it was,

“DO YOU KNOW DALLAS WINSTON?!”

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING??”

“well?? do you?”

“yeah.”

shit.

shitshitshitshit.

“why? is everything alright, pony?”

“has he asked you about me?”

“uh, yeah! last week he asked if i knew you.”

oh god.

ponyboy turns pale like a ghost, all the blood from his face is gone.

dallas has a reputation in the gang for not being able to keep secrets.

the bell rang and ponyboy rushed to class, thinking he could get his mind off of getting the living hell teased out of him!

but as fate would have it, he couldn’t stop worrying about it. even when he walked out of school to see dallas, waiting.

he hadn’t seen that grease anywhere near the school since he left.

“ponyboy!”

what does he want? he already found out who he likes, how could he want more information outta him?

“what d’ya want dally?”

“what, can i not see my favourite kid?”

“…”

“yeah you’re right. anyways—get in the car, gotta talk to ya.”

ponyboy gulps at the though of gettin’ a lecture from dallas, the kid who knew nothing about common sense.

but nonetheless, he got in the passenger seat as dallas started driving like he was being chased down by andre the giant.

he pulled into a fast food parking lot and turned to look at ponyboy.

“i’m tryna help you get with your little uh, girlfriend.”

he said, lighting a cigarette and offering the boy beside him one. he took it without a second thought.

“you’d do that?”

“i’m tired of hearing my friend complain about his sister rantin’ about you.”

ponyboy smiles into his cigarette as he puffs out smoke.

“well, what should i do? do i impress her? be myself? get tuffer?”

‘till the sun went down, the two of ‘em sat in two-bits car.

dallas was trying to help ponyboy as he started to go on about his, ‘what ifs?’

“what if she doesn’t like me? what if she’s been talking about another guy?”

“who else in the world is named ‘ponyboy?’”

after ponyboy felt confident in himself with dallas’s advice, they drove to the curtis house so ponyboy could get a good nights rest for the day ahead of him.

he had called and asked you to meet him at the park.

since it was ponyboy, you obviously agreed.

so you basically ran outta the house while your older brother shouted a reminder about your curfew.

when you got where, you saw ponyboy sitting on the bench with his leg shaking up n’ down.

“hey! i hope i didn’t keep ya waitin.”

“nah, you’re good.”

he spoke, patting the extra space beside him.

when you sat down, he gently put his hand on top of yours. that was a big shock to you, ponyboy never usually showed physical affection.

“y/n, when i say this, i want you to take it seriously.”

“why? what happened?!”

“nothin’!! but uh..i like you. i like you, a lot. i just really like the way you smile, your teeth just shine under any sort of light. an-and how your eyes never lose it’s shine, no matter what you’ve been through. i jus-i just like everything about you, y/n. it’s embarrassing. AND- it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.. i wouldn’t blame ya.”

you just sat there and stares at him, with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

ponyboy started to get worried, why ain’t you saying anything? did he say something wrong? did he not say enough?? did he say too much??

“i-i like you too, pony. i’ve been waitin’ to hear you confess. took you long enough, jeez.”

you answered, chuckling at your own joke.

ponyboy just hugged you, he was too embarrassed to kiss you now.

you guys stayed like that for awhile.

until you heard clapping and cheering behind you.

“WOOHOO!”

“DALLAS??”

“what the fuck?”

may 20th, 2023. 1:23AM.

but nah, srsly, tell me if the layouts good 😭

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #wingman dallas 🔛🔝

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gabessquishytum · 7 months

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This has been haunting my head forever, but as we all know Robert Smith was the leading inspiration for Dream in the comics with more than a bit of Neil sprinkled in there (and a few other goth rock bands like Bauhaus' Peter Murphy) and I just can't get over the image of a goth rockstar Dream.

It's the late 70s, and our boy Dream is riding a creative high of LSD and pedal effects to the top of the pops. They're calling the band he fronts, name and members are up to you or whoever takes this idea on, Goth bc they're too dark for New Wave but are just upbeat enough to steer clear of Televison's particular brand of Post-Punk. It's a newer label but a fitting one considering how dour and moody the genre has gotten since Ian Curtis's death. One he despises as he claims he's very happy with his current success and how his life is going.

But he's not happy. He hates playing to the newly forming stereotype of his fans, but he isn't. Celebrity Marriages hardly ever last and his relationship with his novelist wife is crumbling around him. He loves his son but the touring schedule is killing all of his free time. He's also pretty deep into substance abuse but he wouldn't admit it to his big sister let alone the random journo who has a camera in his face while he's trying to catch a 5:30 am flight to start his newest tour. He's just burnt out and creatively stuck as the label tries to pigeonhole him into this new subgenre, which he doesn't want anymore. Life, his life, can't be doom and gloom forever even though that's where it looks like it's heading. Forever being hailed as the Nightmare King.

Meanwhile, three radio stations over, Hob Gadling is desperately trying to hang onto life. He's a bit older now than when he first broke out onto the music scene as a rambunctious coat rider of the Sex Pistols, but he's still going strong. Punk has always been his outlet. Life sucks and you keep on living despite it. It tried to kill him not long after he debuted with substance use, but he powered through it and got clean. His wife died in childbirth, but he stuck around to raise his son. He even took a three-year hiatus and completely missed how much the sound had changed from his younger years. Even as post-punk has risen in popularity and the friends he knew have either died or changed their sound completely, he won't give up hope! Punk's not dead and neither is he. No matter how long his hair gets or if he grows out of his leather jacket.

The two meet rather coincidentally. Hob just happens to be opening for Dream on the Europe leg of his tour. Unsurprisingly the tension around Dream's band has become a powder keg and when he finally snaps and fires his guitarist, his bassist also leaves. With half the band gone, Dream considers calling it quits right then and there. Fuck the new album, fuck the last fifteen or so dates. He wants to go home. But Hob sees how close they are to finishing the tour and puts his foot down. They will finish the tour! So he offers up his services to Dream. He's not bad with a guitar and if Dream can cover the bass, then he'll play all night if he has to. Because out there on stage? That's life and he wants to keep making people happy and give them something that might transcend time and space. To never die bc his name is there among the annuls of rock history.

And in time, Dream will come around to his new friend. He will learn to appreciate the zest for performing and living his new friend has. He will also think he has the greatest body known to man and will forever laugh at the terribly done anarchy A Hob has tattooed on his ass, but that's neither for here or there. For now, Dream pulls himself together and gets his bass out from the dark pits of hell the roadies call gear storage. For the show must go on.

Oh god I want an entire novel length story around this. It’s fantastic! I have so many thoughts about these two!!

Hob is falling in love with all the new sounds that he’s hearing. He spent his time on his hiatus being a suburban dad, and now he’s back on the scene is just feels amazing. He can’t get enough of Roxy Music and David Bowie and Elvis Costello. And he’s determined to drag himself back up among those names! He’s got so many ideas of where punk can go! And he’s fascinated by Dream and his band. The lyrics are a little dark and wallowy, but Hob understands that actually people need to hear that. Life in the UK isn’t easy, particularly for young people. They need something loud and desperate and real. Little does he know, Dream feels like what he’s doing is so far away from being real. He feels likes such a fraud. He can’t get off the hamster wheel except by shooting up and passing out.

Hob recognises all of this in approximately 0.5 seconds after meeting Dream. It makes him pretty sad, but he’s determined that he’ll lift Dream out of his funk. If nothing else, he’ll make him love music again.

So when Hob said he was OK with a guitar, he was lying - he's actually a bit of a genius, and it's fair to say that Dream falls a little bit in love with him about half way through the sound check. Instead of hiding in the dressing room and licking his wounds over the band breaking up, he actually watches as Hob opens for him. Hob is very classic punk, it's all very "fuck the government, fuck me up the arse" kind of stuff, but Dream doesn't get bored for a single second. Hob is just that entertaining, and his riffs are insane. Dream itches to write a song for him. And when Hob ends the set with a jokey little song that his five year old son allegedy wrote the lyrics for (lil Robyn is very punk, just like his daddy) Dream’s eyes actually get a bit misty. It's probably all the smoke.

And there's really no time to get emotional! Dream’s drummer, Constantine, thankfully didn't walk out with the rest of them. So somehow, with Hob’s virtuosic guitar skills and sheer determination, plus Dream’s refusal to fail yet again, they actually make a really decent show. Dream feels a tingle of the old spark that he used to get when he first started out - it probably has something to do with the way Hob upends a bottle of water all over his head half way through the show and grins like a maniac.

After the show they crash in a local hotel. Hob calls his kid from the payphone and Dream wishes that he had the courage to do the same. Instead he takes some pills so he doesn't have to feel the high from the show gradually wearing off into nothingness. He doesn't know why Hob comes and sits next to him in the dark, pressing against him from thigh to shoulder. He stays for the whole of Dream’s trip, in fact, humming something quiet and classic. Dream feels quite ashamed of himself, and for the first time he thinks that maybe he'd feel better without the drugs. Maybe.

As the tour gets off to a slow start, Dream starts to notice that Hob is having some kind of positive effect on him. Just little thing. They get breakfast together, so Dream actually eats something, which is unusual. Their little arguments don't get out of hand, because Hob never lets them escalate. When Dream is angry and spitting at the world, Hob is sure to point of something positive. Not that Hob doesn't get sad, too - he just deals with it differently. He goes for long walks, and turns off the news when it gets bad. He gets himself a snack when he's irritable, and laughs about it afterwards.

Dream writes him a near impossible guitar solo and it feels like a "thank you".

They have a sweet, unexpected first kiss. It's 2am and they're standing at the edge of the road, waiting for a mechanic to come out to their broken down tour bus. There's no one around to see, so Dream rests his head on Hob’s shoulder. He's sore, and weary. Hob turns his head slightly and tucks an arm around him, and it just happens. They kiss. It is, of course, the first of many.

And you can bet that Dream kisses that anarchy tattoo a million time, too.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw drugs #cw substance use

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willyoubemycherryy · 2 months

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❣︎𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚡 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚘𝚙 ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 𝚘𝚏𝚏-𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚘𝚔𝚎😭, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 ’𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎’, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚍𝚊, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝙾𝙼-𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚈, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚅 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢😂💕

“𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏’ 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏...’’

࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚. .

If someone told you that you’d be stuck in traffic with 6 of the most adoringly irritating men you’ve ever met, fiancé included, you would punch them in the fucking chest for jinxing you like that.

Because that’s exactly the type of circus you currently found yourself in.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“Bucky, turn it up!”

“No but like the way this song still EATS to THIS DAY?!!!”

“YEEAAAAHHH!”

Rolling your eyes behind the steering wheel at what apparently was your group of middle-school girls, you take a deep breath at what was about to occur.

“I THREW A WISH IN THE WELL-“

Ah yes.

The beautiful vocals of John Egan. Off tune as ever as he shouts the words, the others getting so rowdy that their bouncing shakes the car while they grin and dap each other up.

“DON’T ASK ME, I’LL NEVER TELL!” Curt scream-sings louder than John, moving a piece of imaginary long hair behind his ear before looking up to the side, batting his eyes dramatically. It’s all so completely ridiculous that before you can help it, you’re laughing and smiling with them. You know to other cars, you all probably look crazy as fuck but stranger things honestly.

They bounce line after line at each other, playing it up to absurd proportions by running their hands through their hair, fanning themselves like Victorian ladies seeing forearms for the first time, shaking each other, and firing off every over the top ‘come hither’ stare known to man.

At this point even you can’t help but to bop your head because the song really was catchy as hell.

“BUCK GO!”

“YEAH this is you!”

Oh dear god.

Now in his defense, Gale at least had the decency to look slightly embarrassed, given that he was the only one who hadn’t gone and joined in yet but now the pressure was on with Bucky, Curtis, Rosie, Bubbles, and Douglass all looking at him. Practically daring him to ruin the mood.

“…”

“If you don’t-!”

“BEFORE YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE I MISSED YOU SO BAD!”

The hoops and hollers get so loud that you have to roll the windows down. Gale gives in and sings with them and not surprisingly at all, his voice is hot and beautiful not bad compared to the others.

But as good a mood you may be in, you refuse to entertain their foolishness too much or else it’ll go on forever and after being held in traffic hostage for almost an hour and a half, that’s something you just can’t risk. Luckily you don’t have to because the song ends a minute and change later with them all yelling “so call me maybe!!” out the windows, all crowding each other as they try to get their heads through like a bouquet of golden retrievers.

Bucky leans over to press a sloppy kiss on your cheek, making the skin heat up under his sudden undivided attention.

“Babydoll cmon, why don’t you sing with us?” He asks, tapping the underside of your chin.

“Because~ no♡︎. I don’t think I’d sound too great.” which is a complete lie, you sound just fine but you don’t feel like it right now. More than wanting to sing, you want to get back and eat a turkey sandwich (sorry vegans).

However, your fiancé being who he is, can’t help but voice his opinion on your voice…in the most mortifying way possible.

“Well I think you sound better than great when I’ve got you singing underneath me.”

The collective gasps from the Peanut Gallery in your backseat makes the heat rushing up the back of your neck almost unbearable as you snap your head sideways to look Bucky in his face, eyes wide in shock because oh no he didn’t.

“I beg your utmost pardon?!” Screeching as your hand flies to your chest, jaw dropped. He laughs, shrugging like he didn’t just end your honor.

“What?? I’ve said worse to you!” The “ooh’s” from the backseat egg you on as you two start to argue.

“Immediately no, because be so for real! My pearls are clutched to the finest degreeee right now like what is wrong with you?!”

“Babe what! What’d I say?!”

“Dude you DO NOT say shit like that in front of company!”

“We’re not in the house though!”

“The rule still applies! Do I talk about your d-“, while in the middle of your back and forth, Gale interrupts.

“I feel like this would be less…whatever is happening, with some background noise. Could you turn the radio back on, hon? And if it helps, we didn’t hear anything.”

He’s so sweet, truly. Smacking Curtis on the back of the head when he looks like he’s about to disagree with what he knows he definitely did hear, he smiles at you. So, turning to shoot one last irritated look at John, you turn the radio on.

The intro of an almost electro-80’s pop song fill the car and almost immediately the excitement starts again but Gale’s reaction catches you completely off guard, mouth dropping open as he sings,

“My silhouette is in the frame of your shades again~…”

Hillside boys??!!!!

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #masters of the air #mota #fluff #x reader #john egan x reader #john bucky egan #john egan #callum turner fluff #austin butler #major gale cleven #gale cleven #buck cleven #gale buck cleven #john bucky egan x reader

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heartsaturn · 5 months

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Haii! I was wondering if you can do a Steve Randle x M!Reader? :3

“love grows where my rosemary goes and nobody knows like me”

steve randle x m!reader

warnings: so much fluff that its actually sickening (and darry being everyones father figure, queue disappointed darry)

summary: the four times reader wanted to kiss steve and the one time he did.

a/n: still trying to figure out the personality of the outsiders characters so i apologize in advance. also sorry for taking literally forever to get this out, i was so busy with school work and honestly was in a writing slump. ik you said male reader but its not very specific tbh. ps i loved writing this request with my whole heart <33

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one

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is!”

Steve and I were about twenty minutes deep into an argument about wether chocolate cake or vanilla cake is better.

“Tell me one reason why vanilla is better than chocolate!”

Clearly, Steve was very sensitive about this topic. The only reason I wasn’t giving him this argument was because it was honestly kind of funny seeing how angry he got over something so unimportant like flavour of cake.

“It’s just my personal preference! Why can’t you accept that!”

Steve’s face finally seemed to have contorted to a more calm expression. He probably had realized how silly of an argument this was and wanted to stop. Although, instead of him stopping he just simply… walked away.

“Steve! Where are you going?”

“I am going to get both vanilla and chocolate cake and we are going to test them together. If I like the vanilla better than you win, if you like chocolate better than I win. Deal?”

“Fine, just because I want this argument to be over.”

He slightly chuckled at that statement and I swear my heart stopped then and there.

His laugh.

Every time I heard his laugh it was like the first time I had ever heard it before and I fell in love with him all over again.

I just want to be more than friends.

two

The whole gang was currently having a sleepover at the Curtis house, it was a bit small for all of us but we make it work

Right now though, Two-bit, Steve, and Sodapop were having an argument about which movie we were going to watch.

what is it with Steve and arguing with people?

I had no clue what they were even talking about anymore as I just sat back and listened. Darry had gone out to get the snacks for the movie, which was a big mistake leaving everyone unsupervised. Johnny and Ponyboy were both on the floor leaning against the couch, about to drift to sleep. Finally, Dally was out on the porch smoking, probably sick and tired of hearing the the boys argue.

Even though I didn’t know what they were talking about, I was on Steve’s side. No matter what. He just looks so passionate about what he is talking about and he is the perfect volume between yelling and talking, to where its not annoying but he is still getting his point across.

He is literally perfect.

And then Darry comes back with the snacks and most definitely sees me looking at Steve with love in my eyes and I am now regretting the fact that I cannot hide my emotions.

God, I am so far gone.

three

It seemed that I couldn’t hang out with Steve alone anymore because it was the third time this week that one or more of the gang member interrupted us.

Steve and I were just as the diner by ourselves because we hadn’t had a one-on-one conversation in a while and we wanted to catch up. That is when the whole rest of the gang comes in and decides to plop themselves right at our booth, which could barely fit all of us.

Steve and I were still across from each other though, and we both gave look that said “I want to kill them for interrupting us”. We didn’t even engage in conversation with the rest of the gang, we just talked to each other.

Steve had just made a joke and I was now dying laughing. It wasn’t even that funny but it was to me and to him. After I was done with my laughing fit, I looked at Steve and we made eye contact.

Since when were his eyes so pretty?

We held eye contact for about three second, smiling like idiots, before both getting flustered and looking away.

Before either of us could say anything, Sodapop engaged Steve in a conversation.

four

I had been having an absolute shit day. First, I had woken up late, missed the school bus and inevitably had to walk to school. Second, none of the gang was at school today. None of them. Johnny and Ponyboy where on a class field trip to God knows where and Two-bit was sick with the flu. I felt more like an outsider than I usually do. Third, I got an F on an exam that is worth 30% of our semester grade. That was going to do damage.

Honestly, the only thing that I could look forward to was going to the DX after school. I wanted to see my bestfriend.

So, finally, the school day was over and I walked over to the DX, which is luckily only about a 5 minute walk from my school.

I walked through the door and immediately spotted Sodapop.

“Hey Soda! Where’s Steve?” I asked him, anxious to find my bestfriend.

“Gee, thanks for asking me how I’m doing Y/N. He’s in the back.” Soda replies sarcastically.

I just roll my eyes at him and head to the back where Steve is.

“Hey Steve!” I say, excited to finally be able to be with him after my long day.

“Oh, hey Y/N. How was your day?” Steve replies, turning around when he heard my voice. I always loved how considerate he was of my feeling and making sure that I’m okay.

“Honestly? Pretty shit.” I say nonchalantly, as if that was the normal response.

“Oh, why is that?” Steve asks, his face scrunches a little in confusion and worry.

“Just a lot. It was pretty stressful today.” I say exasperated.

“Well, how about this, we go to the drive in, just you and me, and we get dinner afterwards too. It’s all on me. Deal?” Steve offers.

“Steve you don’t need to do all of that for me.” I sigh at him. Sometimes he too considerate.

“Hey. Yes I do, it is my job as your bestest friend to take care you.” He says, grabbing my chin in the process. I genuinely thought I was going to faint. I mean like actually. Steve was grabbing my chin. And it sounded like he wanted to take me on a date? What a world I am living in.

five

The gang had just gotten out of a rumble with the socs and Steve was hurt. Bad. We had gotten to the Curtis house after the rumble and he just locked himself in the bathroom. This is very unlike Steve.

“Steve, come on, please let me in. I just want to see you.” I plead outside of the door of the bathroom, not caring that the others can see and hear me.

Quickly, the door opens and I get pulled into the bathroom and then the door shuts again.

Steve is shirtless with his wound on full display. Some fucking idiot soc had brought a blade to the rumble and had been able to get a clean cut right across Steve’s upper chest. Steve was looking to the ground, as if he was ashamed.

“Oh Steve.” I say softly, instinctively getting the first aid kit out.

“Can I please help clean your cut and bandage it?” I ask Steve lowering my head so I can look him in the eyes. He nods softly, still not looking directly at me.

I disinfect his wound, trying to be as quick and careful as possible because if I heard one more sad whimper from him, I was going to cry.

“Hey, look at me Steve. I know it hurts but you will be okay.” I say trying to comfort him because seeing him so sad and hurt, pains me.

“I’m just, I feel like I disappointed everyone tonight, you know? Like, I should have been able to protect myself, protect you but I couldn’t do it right.” He says, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand the fact that he was here, in front of me, talking bad about himself. He was as perfect as human can be and he is worried about protecting, me? I’m not even injured.

In fact, I couldn’t stand it so much, that I did the only thing I could think of to comfort him.

I kissed him.

I captured his lips in a very light and soft kiss that was barely even there, yet it lasted for a while and was so electric. At first, he was just frozen with shock and I was worried I did something wrong. Then, he melted into the kiss just as I was and it was a beautiful moment.

We eventually broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes and I finally saw his dopey and joyful smile that I loved so much.

“Boy, do we have some explaining to do to the gang.”

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#🎀 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬!!#heartsaturn #steve randle #steve randle x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #two bit matthews #dallas winston #tom cruise #the outsiders fanfiction

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crow2222 · 1 month

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May I request: Tim bringing a (fairly) concussed Darry back to the gang?

WC; 1122

I never wrote in Tim's pov before, so apologies if it's out of character.

The rocks rolled under his feet, each step as sloppy and uncoordinated as the next. Usually this movement means one of two things in this neighbourhood; they got shitfaced or were jumped, and poor ol’ Darry seemed to be hit by the latter.

I wasn’t known for helping out just any unlucky soul, but this man had always found a way to lend me a hand without even knowing it himself. So when I saw him staggering home whilst taking my own trek home; I crossed the street and wrapped my arm around him.

He paid no mind to me it seemed, not even a slight hint of acknowledgement from him. It was strange, it sure was, Darry was one kind man, supposedly he once dropped everything and helped an old woman cross the street. He was stupid in the head, being like that in a town like this, and this night sure proved it.

His truck was parked up front once we made it back, and I wondered where the hell he was going, and what happened, but I kept my mouth shut as I helped him get up the front steps of the porch.

Judging by the hoots and yells from inside, none of them had a damn clue or worry about their precious guardian. Not that I’d blame them, that group of boys never seemed to get a damned break. First their parents, then Dallas n Johnny. How they could be jumping around and laughing was beyond me.

It all died down as the screen door slammed into the wall, making Darry wince, his body tensing up in my hold. Knowing I couldn’t do anything to stop his supposed headache, I kept on going inside, cursing under my breath when he started to rest his entire weight on me.

“Goddammit Curtis get up!” I tried shrugging him off, but alas.

My yell was what made them get up from the kitchen, and I was met with the faces of the boys Darry took care of as if all were his own.

Two-bit, Steve, Soda, and the runt, Ponyboy.

Hands all flew towards me, grabbing the older man from my grasp. WIth steady steps among Two-bit and Steve, they deposited Darry on the couch, his head reeling backwards with a groan.

“Tim. What happened to him?” The littlest Curtis asked me, his eyes huge and staring at his brother. Soda was gone off somewhere, before the crashes alerted me he was probably getting the aid kit.

My shoulders shrugged before my mind thought of a reply, as well as helping people, I also wasn’t known for being a big talker, unlike the wise-ass Keith and Dallas. “Just found ‘im trying to get over here. Seemed to me like he was about to pass out before I reached the door.”

Then I took in how Darry looked again.

His face was crumpled up in pain, his hair dishevelled to a certain degree, the starting signs of bruises on his face and arms, and not to mention that he was sporting a bloody nose, which he tried to wipe away.

It wasn’t a pretty sight; this realisation only came to me in the bright lights of the sitting room. It made me wonder if I should’ve taken him to my own house and cleaned him up a bit before getting his sorry ass home. Would’ve saved them from worrying so much.

Sodapop then blocked my view, immediately getting to work. He cleaned up cuts and scratches I didn’t even realise were there, making me more inquisitive about Darry’s whereabouts more than ever. Steve must’ve thought the same thing, his voice pulling me out of the worry I didn’t know I was feeling.

“Where the hell did you go off to? We thought you were sleeping.” His tone was short and snippy, as per usual, but there was a rare hint of care in it as well. I didn’t know much about him other than his great car skills, but he’d taught Dallas how to steal hubcaps and I’ll forever hate that fact. Too many of my wheels went without hubcaps whenever we’d get in any kind of scrap.

By then, Ponyboy was gone from my side and already placed a glass of water and a bottle of pills on the table. He would’ve been hanging out with Curly if he wasn’t in the reformatory, there was no doubt in my mind about that. That stupid kid just had a liking to the Curtis; I couldn’t put my finger onto why.

It took around two minutes for me to realise I overstayed my welcome; my duty was solely just to bring Darry home, not to pace around like a man in a hospital waiting room, wondering if his buddy would have to stay the night for observation or not.

My shoes squeaked as I turned my heel, ignoring the nagging voice in my head that told me to stay. I wasn’t planning on stickin’ around at all, but then Darry had to open his dumb mouth and call out my name. It was more like a quiet whine, but I heard it all the same.

So I stayed.

I felt like an odd one out amongst them all, like a puzzle piece from a different box that got mixed up. They all fit in together, albeit they were missing a couple of their own pieces. The three brothers were all huddled up on the couch, the other two on the floor nearby.

Lights were turned off, leaving only the side lamp on as they coaxed Darry enough to get the damn painkillers and keep him awake by keeping the television on, the sound just high enough to keep him from sleeping. He was fighting it; I could tell from the bopping of his head, his baby brother falling asleep on his shoulder probably didn’t help either.

Stretching my legs out from the recliner, I decided it was finally time for me to leave, no amount of begging keeping me this time. The cold wind ran shivers down my spine once I opened up the door, and when I took one glance back in the sitting room, I was met with the hazy eyes of Darrel.

His head bowed down slightly, obviously causing him some discomfort as his eyes crinkled, and his scowl deepened. He was giving me thanks despite his damn concussion.

I bit back my tongue, I wasn’t about to call a man who can barely walk stupid. So instead, I dipped my head back to him and left.

There was only one question on my mind as I kicked a rock across the road; How did good ol’ Darry get hurt?

#the outsiders #tim shepard #darry curtis #the outsiders fanfiction #tumblr asks #tumblr ask

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svttingz · 1 year

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Leave her alone.

pairing: Bernard x fem reader

summary: just toy Santa treating you bad

warnings: none

A/N: MY LAST STORY DELETED ( also writing part 2 of this ) i also dont own this gif

last Christmas, your life changed forever.

your dad is Santa Claus.

he made Santa fall off a roof, on accident of course. he put on the coat and delivered the rest of the presents to the children.

there was a certain little elf hat next to the Santa outfit that you tried on. and lets just say. never in your life has something felt so right. it was the same when you met Bernard. the cute head elf that had stolen your heart.

he trained you everyday for the last year so you could become an elf. when one of those lessons led to you going to kiss him on the cheek then him turning his head on accident causing you to kiss him on the lips. you both immediately pulled away, but then you both leaned in again and kissed once again. thats when u guys started seeing each other.

he would visit you everyday after that till you moved to the North Pole to fully commit to being an elf, thats also when your age stopped.

fast forward a year later officially 3 days till Christmas. and there is a new clause. your dad has till Christmas eve to find a wife or you cant be an elf anymore and he wont be Santa anymore.

so you and Bernard have been spending a lot more time with each other since ‘the desantafication process has began’ according to Curtis and so has the delfication. your ears are going back to normal by the day.

so while your dad went out to find a wife, you, Bernard, and Curtis were stuck to deal with toy Santa.

oh did i mention how they made a toy Santa to impersonate Santa while hes gone???

yeah you heard me

“you know this book is very interesting reading, theres a lot of rules right here at the North Pole they're not following” toy Santa says looking at the book

“Thats what ive been saying all along, every since mr elf number one here got all lovey dovey with miss Y/N, things have gotten a little to sloppy” Curtis says

“excuse me?” you and Bernard say at the same time

“yes and sloppiness means mistakes, and mistakes arent a good thing! i think i might need to make some changes around here” Toy Santa says

“what’d you have in mind boss?” Curtis asks

“well let me show you” Toy Santa says as they began to walk away,

“i really hope my dad can find a wife, i dont want to leave here” you say looking at Bernard as you guys were walking behind toy Santa and Curtis.

“me too, i cant lose you” Bernard says while grabbing your hand

“whoa whoa whoa, what is this” Toy Santa says referring to me and Bernard holding hands. “it clearly says here in the handbook, “elves should not have any romantic relationship with humans”

“oh no sir, im an elf” you say with a smile

he glares down at me and bends down to my height, “Y/N was it? you young lady are no elf, all you are is a sad, strange little HUMAN girl who wants to be an elf but will never be one.” he says

“hey. Leave her alone. dont talk to her like that.” Bernard says while getting in front of me

“and you Mr elf number one, need to set an example for these elves that arent following these rules” Toy Santa says turning to Bernard then walking off.

“im sorry about him Y/N that was a really horrible thing he said” Bernard says turning around and rubbing my arms.

all you could think about after Toy Santa’s words were, “hes right you know, technically right now im not an elf. im just a sad strange little human girl.” you say with a sad face

“no hes wrong.” Bernard says, “i dont care what he says, i love you as an elf or no elf. you'll always be my snowbell” he says with a smile.

you smile, “thank you Bernard, i love you too” you say as he leans down to capture your lips with his. you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. when u parted he placed his forehead on yours

“Get a room, lovebirds” Curtis says with a disgusted look on his face

you and Bernard both let out a laugh.

poor Curtis.

#bernard the elf #bernard x reader #bernard the elf x reader #david krumholtz #bernard #the santa clause #fanfic

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First things first, tackling things one at a time, I’m going to go throught the songs and look at their lyrics, and slowly connect them to Darry, I have yet to watch the show, and I could probably piece things together more clearly if I did go and watch it, but knowing me that would make it near impossible to return to this and it would forever remain as a draft to be expanded on. I highly suggest listening to these songs (If you haven’t already.).

Starting off with Inertia:

I was gonna save the planet, but today I got plans

I guess this is just what I am

Focusing on how Darry works to jobs and hardly has enough time for himself, seeing as all the shenanigans the gang seems to get up to, from Dally getting jailed, to Steve and Johnny abusive parents, and evenhis, Soda’s, and Pon’ys own issues, along with keeping up with the bills and making sure everyone is fed and taken care of. Gonna be honest, I feel like Darry sacrificed some of his own health to ensure that they could keep the house or pay the bills on time or just make sure everyone had food, seeing as how the gang practically lives at the Curtis house.

I'm an object in motion

I've lost all emotion

Darry, from Pony's view, looks cold and emotionless, and according to Pony, he’s “hard as a rock and about as human.” (Page 39, fourth paragraph down)

We know that’s not true, everyone feels something, no matter how hard they try not to, and we get to see Darry start to break down a bit, Sitting in the chair, knowing damn well he has work the next day but staying up late, 2 AM, just to make sure Pony is okay, when he very well could have gotten up from the chair and gone to bed, leaving Soda on the couch to wait for their younger brother.

My two legs are broken, but look at me dance

An object in motion, don't ask where I'm going

'Cause where I am going is right where I am

Darry had plans to go to college, and that was what fueled a good part of his and Paul's rivalry, but Darry was unable to go to college, as his parents are killed and he has to step up and take care of and provide for his younger siblings, effectively cutting off an entire section of his life for them, His parents being these legs that are broken, how he’s and object continuously moving, no time to comprehend what’s happening around him and how to handle it, hell, I don’t think he’s even had time to properly mourn the deaths of his parents yet, or even bother to move their things out of what now qualifies as ‘His room’, intentionally leaving their things in the room to feel closer to them, to have more to remember them by, more things to physically remind him of them, and the collective loss.

I wanna move out of this town

But everyone knows me, and packing is tiring

Inertia

Even if Darry were to somehow find a way back to his plans, it would be incredibly difficult. With the amount of memories stored in the house, and it being a designated hang out spot, Darry probably grew fond of the house over time, becoming more and more attached as time goes on, and not only that, but the fact it was something else to remind him of his parents, of everything good that happened because of them. Sure, he could keep the house, keep his jobs, but go to college anyways, but how would he realistically be able to manage all of that? He’d hardly have time to take care of himself, and in the end it would do far much more harm than good. Working to keep a house no one lives in, while trying to better himself and his own life after throwing it all away in milliseconds just to keep his brothers with him for as long as possible.

I wanna be big like my plans, so why'm I so tiny

And why'm I so mad?

It's inertia

Guess this is just what I am I'm stuck in this life, and I'm stuck in these pants

Darry had bigger plans for himself, to go out and go through college, to figure things out as he went but tackling one thing after then next as best as he could, go places, do things, meet new people, experience things he probably hasn’t yet, and find what makes him happy without something holding him back, without something that prevents him from stopping and turning around when he’s oh so close to that gold mine of his dreams, so close he can feel them, only to get called back for one thing or another.

Darry is stuck in Tulsa. He knows this. It’s been hammered into his head so many times now I highly doubt there’s a chance it could change. I firmly believe that he, as a character, knows he was born in Tulsa, that he was raised in Tulsa, and that he will die in Tulsa.

#the outsiders #inertia #Going to slowly dissect this man more thoroughly later #Just more worried about getting these ideas out there #before I start refining certain details.#darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #steve randle #johnny cade

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@positively-peachy-143 Actually been dying to answer this question tysm<33 Also I apologise for the ramblings, it will probably happen again

5) The pre-rumble scene

Underrated scene, we need to talk about it more. This is the first proper glimpse we get of the gang and their dynamics since Pony was jumped, outside of Pony’s recounting, and it’s just a very fun scene that’s constantly contrasted by the seriousness of the impending rumble.

The juxtaposition between Pony’s desire and desperation to fight, to prove himself as a greaser and man, to prove a point against the Socs, to help out the gang, and the nagging feeling of ‘wrongness’ as realisation dawns on him that fighting and violence is pointless (later hammered in by Johnny before his death). The positioning of this scene as right after Pony has already talked to two Socs and no longer despises them or sees like as an ‘other’ is also important.

We get more depth into the individual characters (including quite a bit of Steve which was nice considering that he plays a small role overall) as Pony asks them why the fight and concluding the only good reason to fight is in self-defence.

4) The Final Curtis brother argument and aftermath

I really like how we see that even though Darry and Pony did resolve their first fight, expressed their care and have grown to be more understanding towards each other, this doesn’t immediately mean that they are fine forever. They’re still two fundamentally different people with enough similarities that lead to them clashing.

Sodapop has constantly been a mediator and seen as someone without problems or worries. This is the first time we see him as an actual person who always had problems and worries but pushed them away because he couldn’t support Darry and Pony if he was too wrapped up in himself. We see how everything has taken a toll on him and leads to him breaking down and opening up.

And this is the catalyst that finally causes Pony and Darry to understand each other and, whilst they always will have their point of differences, they promise to try to be better for each other and Soda

3) Johnny’s Death

The character death of all-time, I have cried over it and will cry over it again.

The way this takes place after the rumble, which Dally had dubbed in Johnny’s honour. There’s this frantic energy and tension throughout it all, especially with Dally who joins in last minute and immediately grabs Pony to rush to the hospital. Dally gradually becomes more erratic as he rambles to Pony about how he should’ve let Johnny become tough, implying his belief that it’s his fault, and advising Pony to become a ‘Dally’, so tough no one could ever hurt him.

And yet when they get to Johnny’s room, Dally’s devastatingly soft and cautious, telling Johnny that they won the rumble, the rumble Dally wanted to fight for Johnny. And yet Johnny rejects fighting and violence. Dally telling Johnny he’s proud of him, which was all that Johnny wanted. Having already accepted his death as a just exchange for the lives of those children and knowing Dally is proud of him, Johnny’s final act is to ask Pony to ‘stay gold’. It’s a plead from a dying boy to his friend to not let the world change what’s good about him, his softness and ability to love a world despite of its cruelty, and it hits every single time.

Dally’s final exchange with Johnny, as he goes through all these conflicting emotions, begging Johnny to not be dead, tethering the edge of break down. But boys like Dally don’t cry or feel vulnerability. They’ve forgotten how to. So instead of breaking down, he blows up. He’s always been akin to a ticking time bomb, self-destructive and destroying everyone around him. And now his time is up. (This allows paves the way to the line ‘Johnny was the one thing Dally loved. And now Johnny was gone’ and I need to mention it at least once a post)

2) Ponyboy, the Socs and the glass bottle

This is arguably the most important scene in the entire book. The Outsiders is about growing up in a society that dictates who you should be according to its standards. It’s about how the system breeds resentment between different people all the while oppressing and subjugating them all.

Ponyboy’s someone who knows and wants to live up to society’s expectations but always falls short. But the events of the book have shaped Pony into someone who could become ‘tough’ as he has always wanted and been expected to. From someone who could never use the a glass bottle, he ends up threatening the Socs himself, to the shock and dismay of Two-Bit.

And yet, Pony remains true to his statement; ‘the only good reason to fight is for self-defense’. When the Socs stop bothering him, he disposes of the glass bottle and its shards, so that nobody can get hurt from it. He’s no longer that helpless kid who couldn’t hurt anyone but instead someone who chooses not (mirroring Johnny’s advice rather than Dally’s)

1) Johnny’s letter

I don’t have too much to say despite this being my favourite scene. It gives us and Pony some closure to Johnny’s death but more importantly this is the catalyst to Ponyboy deciding to write the Outsiders.

Johnny dies knowing the world can be good and beautiful despite its cruelty and pain, and sees this in Ponyboy. He asks Ponyboy once more to remain ‘gold’ and to prove to Dally this sentiment. Pony laments that it was too late for Dally, that even if he hadn’t died, he still wouldn’t have listened.

And then it hits him that there must be so many Bobs and Johnnys and Dallys in the world, and how big a problem it was and that someone had to something about. It’s just such a great scene GOD-

#I apologise for the ahift in quality half-way I’m a little fuzzy rn #the outsiders #johnny cade #dallas winston #se hinton #ponyboy curtis #dally winston #sodapop curtis #darrel curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #darry curtis #curtis brothers #the greasers

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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett AU ~ Part Seven

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

A/N: taglist is open!

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Previous: Part Six

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Chapter Seven - Mine

Third Person POV

Everything had been calm in Concord. The Everett family had no other interaction with the Giovannis but Curtis refused to let his guard down. The security protocols for everyone remained tight but Presley refused to complain. Seeing Charles, the menacing look in his eye was enough for her to accept the protection. Yes it was annoying but since she was either by herself or with the children, she couldn’t take the chance.

Curtis, after confessing his love to Presley, decided he wanted to have a meeting with her father and Blackwood. This is where we find ourselves three months after Blackwood made himself known.

Curtis

I was going over the paperwork at my desk with Clint when Presley stormed in. “You are meeting with my father and his minion!?!”

Oh boy, my kitten has her claws out. “Kitten, let me explain...”

“Are you sending me back?” Her blue green eyes were laced with fear.

“For fuck’s sake, no Presley!” I stood up. “How many more times am I going to have to promise you that you aren’t going anywhere!” I took her head in my hands. “Baby, I am negotiating your freedom. I want you here forever and I need to do this in a diplomatic way so that everyone stays alive and safe.” I kiss her forehead. “Stop, please, with the assumption that I want you gone. That can’t be further from the truth.”

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. I just hear my father’s name and I panic.” She leans into my check and I hug her tightly. I kiss the top of her head as she calms. When I feel her relax I pull back.

“Please, trust me. Clint and I are going to go there and negotiate with Giovanni and Blackwood. If they don’t agree, well, we have a backup plan as well. I want you to stay here for the day. No shopping, no lunch, nothing. Adam and Sid will be here as well.”

She looked into my eyes and I knew she was trying to see any fear. “I trust you, my love.” The words she used were so important to my heart. I took her hands and kissed her palms. She smiled and walked back out, nodding to Clint as she went.

“She’s going to be our new queen, isn’t she?” Clint asked with a smile.

“I hope so.”

Giovanni was ameniable at best with my request. We, the Five Kings of Boston, are a very powerful organization to begin with. When I had told my plans to the Don and the other kings, they were in agreement that the Giovannis needed to be eliminated. They had ran their family into the ground and were surviving on threats, drugs and prostitution. I wanted to install one of our own to take over.

But I needed to guarentee Presley’s safety first.

Two days later, I found myself in New Jersey, seated across from my love’s father. “Thank you for having me, Mr. Giovanni.”

“Please call me Mario.” He smiled and I cringed internally. “I understand that you have a proposition for me.”

I looked at him and then at Blackwood. So this is the motherfucker who tried to rape my girl. He is good looking, fine, but he has a slimy demeaner about him. Dark hair, blue eyes, if Presley was a different girl, I could see how he could have her wrapped around his finger. But Presley isn’t that girl. She’s special, beautiful, loving, the light in my life.

She’s mine.

He smiled at me like he knew I wasn’t going to get what I wanted. Suprise, I knew exactly how I was going to get my girl. “Yes, Mario, I wanted to negotiate Presley’s hand in marriage.”

I don’t think Giovanni or Blackwood were ready for this particular proposal. “Amelia is already promised to Charles here. He is my successor, and my daughter is my natural heir.” He kept using her birth name, like a show of power. But my Kitten is really a lioness and doesn’t want his name any longer. I wanted it to be my name instead.

“I understand. I’m willing to pay whatever price you name for her. She and I have a connection.” I pulled out the box in my pocket holding the ring I wanted to give Presley. “Presley and I...”

“Her name is Amelia!” Giovanni shouted, slamming a fist into the table. Some of the men jumped at his action. But I didn’t. I continued to stare the man down. He took a breath and cleared his throat. “Amelia is not for sale. She needs to come home and complete her duty.”

I clenched my jaw. “So, you are ok with her being with a rapist?”

Blackwood laughed. “I am not a rapist.”

“Really?” I extended my hand for Clint to press the file we got from Jensen into my hands. “Proof, Mario, that Mr. Blackwood is not what he seems.” I slid the file across the table to Giovanni. He opened the file and flipped through the pictures and medical records. “The last two were his cousins, by the way. He was also present during the kidnapping of Mrs. Aurora Barber.”

I love it when I catch the enemy surprised.

Giovanni turned to Charles. “I thought that was all Hansen. Did you touch Mrs. Barber?”

“She wasn’t Mrs. Barber at the time.” Charles paled as he explained.

“But she was Barber’s girl at the time,” I said. “And among the Kings, you mess with one of our girls, you mess with all of us.” I gave a menacing look to Blackwood before I turned back to Giovanni. “I am willing to pay a million for Presley. No more contact, no more surprise visits. She becomes my wife, I leave your family alone to be run as you see fit. Anything happens to her, she cries one tear, one hair is out of place, I burn this family to the ground. Do we have a deal?”

“Why are you out of your state and negotiating with me?” Giovanni is a smart man. He knows I wouldn’t be able to offer anything since I was not the Don. Clint placed the evenvlope in front to me. I slid it towards him.

“A letter, signed by my Don, allowing me to negotiate.” He opened it an paled.

To Mr. Mario Giovanni, Please use this as confirmation that I am allowing one of my Kings, Curtis everett, to negoiate outside of my territory on my behalf. Sincerely, The Don of Boston.

It was signed, that much I knew. I could tell by the sheer terror that Giovanni now had on his face. He looked at Blackwood, then back at me. “I want assurances that my successor is not to be harmed. As I am giving up my heir, I will have enough problems without losing him too.”

“So long as my future bride is safe, I will allow him to breathe. He steps one foot into our territory, I will end him.” I stared him down. I wanted Blackwood to know that I would kill him if anything happened to Presley after I transferred the money. I had Clint walk over a contract.

“We have a deal, Mr. Everett.” Giovanni motioned for someone to hand him something. “Please wire the funds to this account. Once it is received, I will consider my daughter engaged to you and no longer my problem.”

“I’ll transfer it tomorrow. I will be in town tonight, enjoying your casino and make sure that the contract is signed.” Everyone stood in the room as I walk over to Giovanni. “Your daughter is well taken care of and will become a Queen in Concord. She joins four other fine women who lead us to peace. I know you don’t care, i just thought you should know.”

Giovanni reached into his pocket and retrieved a letter. “I know you assume that I don’t care about my daughter, but I do. Please see that she gets this. This will be my last communication with her.”

I took the letter and put it into my pocket. “I will see that she does. Have a good evening, Mr. Giovanni.” I looked at Blackwood and didn’t bother to hide my disdane for the man. He had the balls to smirk at me. “What?”

“You have what’s mine. I will get what’s mine,” he seethed, stepping up to me.

“You have fuck. Presley is my queen, ring or no ring. In twenty four hours, a war will break if you touch my queen," I growled. "Stay away from my family, fuckface, or I will make sure they never find you.” I smiled sadistically. “Give me a reason, Blackwood, I fucking dare you.”

He stepped back. He didn’t seem worried about it and that put me on guard. We walked out of Giovanni’s place and I looked back to make sure no one was around. “Get security at the house on phone.”

Charles

Twenty Four Hours.

He really thinks I’m going to let this go. Moron. Amelia is mine. I don’t report to Giovanni anymore. He my be the “head” of the family but I don’t respect him. He’s been getting soft about his daughter. He now just wanted her to come home. And he’s made it known that it wouldn’t be a requirement for me to take over to marry Amelia. Fuck that.

I was going to make her my wife, whether she liked it or not.

I had twenty-four hours.

Just enough time for my plan to be complete.

Unfortunately for Everett, it was already in motion as soon as I was alerted that he had left his compound. What a fucking idiot. He has no clue that I’ve had a mole in his house for the last six months. I knew about everyone and everything going on in his home. I knew the schedules and cars. I knew it better than he did. I could have infiltrated his home anytime I wanted. But today is the day. As soon as I was told of this meeting, I knew this would be my chance to claim my girl once again. I smirked as I watched Everett and his men walk away. I could see a call being placed. My phone buzzed.

Done.

One step closer.

Presley

I’m nervous.

The thought of my love in the city with my father has my anxiety up. Fortunately, we are still planning Josh’s birthday in a couple of days so I’m distracted. Nat had stepped out to shop for a present so I was alone at home with the kids and Adam. I was scared to leave the compound. I had a feeling that leaving would be a bad thing. Curtis told me to trust my instincts. It had been what had kept me alive while I was running.

“Pres, can you get me the sugar please?” Adam pulled her out of her thoughts. “You ok?”

“Just nervous,” I smiled at him. “The thought of Curtis...”

“He’s gonna be fine.” Adam took my hand and squeezed. “Clint said that the Don had given permission and was going to let your father know that this meeting is being done with his blessing. Don’t worry. Help me make this red velvet cookies. I know you fed this information to Josh.”

I giggled and went to the pantry. I loved this. The normalcy. I love my children. Doing stuff for them brings me joy. I don’t want it to end.

My thoughts turned to the future. My future. The future that I kept seeing in my dreams. The life I could have with Curtis. My Curtis, my heart, the love of my life. I want him. I want all of him. I want to be a real mother to his kids, my kids. I would always respect and keep Anna’s memory alive. But I wanted my own place in their world as a step mother or just a mom to them.

I love having them in our bed in the morning, cuddling and whispering about their dreams. I love cooking with them when Adam would let us. I love playing games with them and working on their homework.

I love Josh and Evie with my entire heart.

And I know I love Curtis. I want my world to begin and end with him. But I don’t know where his head is at. I assume he wants to keep this going because of all of the steps that he’s taking to make sure I am safe. But, I can’t think about that now. Right now I need to focus on my boy’s ninth birthday.

“Adam, do you know where the icing sugar is?” Adam didn’t response. “Adam!”

I walked back into the kitchen and stopped. My body froze, my mind whirling. This couldn’t be happening. “What are you doing?”

Sid looked from where his gun was pointed at Adam to me and smiled. “Did you really think you could get away from him Amelia?”

My heart dropped. “You’re one of his?”

“From day one,” he gloated. And my worst fear came true as Josh, Evie and Laura walked into the kitchen.

“Adam, do you have any...” Josh spoke and then froze at the scene in front of him. He looked at me and then back at Sid. Laura gasped and pulled Josh back towards her. “Presley!” He struggled away from Laura and ran towards me. He wrapped his arms around my middle but I pushed him behind me.

“What are you doing Sid? What do you want?” I could feel my boy trembling behind me and I held him tighter to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Laura holding Everly the same way. I needed Sid to tell me what he wanted and then I could decide how to protect the kids.

“It’s simple, really, Amelia. I want you, all of you, to come with me. Your fiancee is waiting for you.”

“Why is he calling you Amelia?” Josh whispered. “Presley, what’s going on?”

“My name is Presley,” I told Sid. “And we are not leaving with you.”

Sid rolled his eyes at me. “Fine.” And he fired the gun, making all of us scream. Adam grabbed his leg and hit the ground, yelling in agony, blood billowing over his jeans. “Look at what you made me do, Presley.” He sneered my name. “Who will it be next? Laura, one of the kids? Yourself? Or maybe I should place another one in Adam? This one, between his eyes.”

“No!” I held up my hands. “No, just leave everyone alone. Just let me check on Adam and say goodbye and I will leave. I will leave with you.” I could hear my throat hold back the sob and my voice crack a little. “Please, don’t hurt my children.”

Sid must have had a little compassion for me. “Fine.”

I took it and ran. Laura moved towards Josh with Everly as I pulled the belt from my waistband and wrapped it around Adam’s leg. “Adam, Adam, look at me. You’re gonna be ok.”

“Presley, don’t do this.” He grasped my hand. “Don’t leave with him.”

“I have to. I need to protect my kids. Laura will call and you’ll be ok.” I pressed my forehead to his. “Tell Curtis that I kept my promise. That I would do anything to protect those kids.” I kissed his forehead. “Take care of him, when I’m gone.”

“No, Pres, no!” I let go of him as the bleeding slowed. I walked over to Laura.

“Presley, you can’t let him win.” Laura has tears down her face. “You can’t.”

“Please take care of my kids and Adam. Call Clint as soon as you can.” I took a deep breath. “Please help Curtis. He’ll be...” the sob escaped. “He’ll be broken but remind him that I did this for his loves. Please Laura.” She nodded and I turned to my kids.

Everly was in my arms in a flash. I held her tight as I played with her blonde ringlets. “You listen to your brother and Laura ok? Your daddy will be home very soon.” I kissed her head. “I love you Princess.”

“Don’t leave, momma.”

Fuck.

I swallowed and I turned to Josh. “Protect your sister and everyting will be fine. You tell your dad what Sid did and that he works for Charles.”

“Don’t go.” He never cries. But as I watch two fat tears roll down his cheek, I almost break. He buries his head in my neck as he cries. “Please don’t leave me, momma.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. I have to make sure you’re ok. I love you ok? I love you so much, Joshie. My boy.” I kissed his head and stood up. I looked at Sid. “Ok.”

“Move,” he said, waving the gun around. I went to the back door and looked at my family. I walked out of the kitchen as my son’s scream reached my ears and I felt my heart break. And my eyes found a photo of the four of us at a carnival that was right by the entry. We were so happy, the kids looking at the camera, while Curtis and I looked at each other. So in love. But I had to do this for them, for him.

Forgive me, my love.

Curtis

“What do you mean no one is answering?”

“Boss, no one, not even my wife is answering.” Clint drove as fast as he could towards the jet.

“Fuck!” I pulled my phone and called Presley. It went straight to voicemail

Hi, its Pres! Leave me a message!

“Presley, it’s Curtis. Kitten, I need you to call me as soon as you can. I’m worried. I love you.” I ended the call right as we got to the plane. Robert, the pilot was waiting. “We need to be in Concord within the hour.”

“Yes, sir. Plane is ready to depart.” As soon as the cabin door was closed, we were in the air. My foot kept bouncing. I needed to hear her voice. To know she was ok. I just negotiated her freedom and now I can ask her to be my wife. I didn’t want to ask before because it didn’t seem right to ask without her father’s blessing. I’m old fashioned like that.

Thinking of her and my children, I lost myself in the photos that were on my phone when Clint’s phone rang. He raises it up, “Laura?” His face betrayed him. “Slow down sweetheart. Tell me what happened.” Clint put her on speaker.

“Presley was taken. Adam’s been shot and the kids are crying and I don’t know what to do Clint!” We could hear the sobs in her voice.

Wait...

“What do you mean Presley was taken?” I asked.

“Sid... he... took her...” Laura cried.

My Kitten was gone?

“Mr. Everett, we touch down in five minutes. The cars are waiting,” the pilot said.

But I was numb. My Presley, my kitten, was taken from me. Rage began to build in my blood. “My children?”

“Laura said they were safe,” Clint said. “Boss, we’ll find her.”

I managed to keep my rage in as we disembarked and drove to the compound. First thing I noticed was our doc was here. “Doc!”

“Mr. Everett,” he says as he pulls off his gloves. “Adam sustained a gun shot wound to the thigh. Someone placed a turnaquette to stop the bleeding. It saved his life. We need to get him into surgury to make repairs but that would mean involving the authorities.”

“Fuck,” I growled. I pick up the phone and placed a call. “Rogers, it’s Everett. There has been an incident at my house and my chef was shot... Thanks.” I hung up. “An ambulance is on its way. Can you keep him alive for 10 more minutes?”

“Yes, sir. Excuse me.” He left and I finally made it inisde.

“Where? Where are they?”

“Upstairs.”

I took the stairs two at a time and headed to the playroom. I threw open the door and heard a “Dad!” Josh rushed me and I fell to my knees to catch him. Everly followed and I breathed in my children. “Dad, I tried to protect her, I did, I promise.”

Immediately I looked over Everly. Joshua protected his sister with everything he had. She didn’t look harmed. I looked at my son. “Joshua...”

“She left. She left us. Momma left us and I told her not to but she said she made a promise and that she loves us.” Josh buried his face into my chest.

My kitten sacraficed herself to keep them safe. She promised to always protect them and she did. I held them for a few more minutes. “Josh, you were so brave and took really good care of your sister. You did everyting just right.” I kissed the top of his head. “Stay here with Laura and I’m going to find your momma ok?” He nodded and took Evie hand.

“I didn’t want Momma to leave.” He lower lip trembled.

“I know Bud, its ok. I’ll find her and bring her back.” I kissed Evie and stood up. “Thank you Laura.” She nodded and took the kids back. I headed downstairs and saw Adam being loaded onto a stretcher. “Adam. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot boss.” He grimised as they raised the stretcher and jostled him. “She was brave. She made the deal to save the kids without hesitation. Bravest woman I know.”

“Who did this Adam?” I know he’s injured but I needed answers. I needed to know which way to look.

“It was Sid. Said he had been here under orders. Called her Amelia.”

Fuck, this was not good. “Ok, concentrate on yourself. I’ll find her.” I patted his shoulder and watched as he was uploaded to the ambulance. I watched them leave and then turned to Clint. “Track his phone, the plates of the car, anything.” Something popped in my brain. “I need Josh.”

“Josh? Sir...”

“I just need a detail.” I ran back to his room.

“Daddy?”

“Buddy, was Presley wearing her necklace? Do you remember if she’s wearing her necklace?”

Josh looked at me with curiosity. “The one you gave her for Christmas?” I nodded. “Yes, she was wearing it. She always wears it. She plays with it when she misses you. Says it had magic in it so she feels closer to you.”

I can feel the tears building but I need to be strong for my son. “That’s good bud. Thank you.”

“Is momma going to be ok?” His eyes were big and shiny. He looked like he did the day I had to explain to my five year old that his mother was done. I never wanted to be here again. I never wanted to tell my son that he lost someone he loved again.

“Yes, she’s going to be fine.” I gave him a hug and held him, trying to calm myself at the thought that I may have just lied to my son.

I stormed back into my office, where my men were on computers. I took a seat at my desk and looked at the pictures. One stood out. The picture was from my birthday. Josh had ask that Presley and I posed for it and my mind went back.

“I love this picture, Joshie. I’m going to print it out,” Presley declared. Two days later, Presley came in to have lunch with me and she had a wrapped box with her. After we ate, I wiped my mouth with a napkin and then asked, “what is that Kitten?” “A gift. For you,” she said with a bite to her bottom lip. I took it and opened it. A beautiful frame came out with the picture Josh took. “Presley, I love this.” I don’t usually keep pictures on my desk. I have two, one of each of my kids. But it felt right and I put our picture in the middle. “Perfect,” I said, looking at my girl. She was beautiful in a white sun dress. “Fuck,” I murmured. I pulled her to stand in between my legs and I pressed my face into her abdomen. “Did you lock the door Kitten?” “Yes,” she whispered. “Good.” I made her straddle me and I kissed her hard and deep. I needed her like air. I pulled away for a second. “I need you Kitten.” I ran my hands up her legs and under her dress and I was pleasently surprised that she had no panties on. “What a bad Kitten. No panties.” “Its too hot for them,” she smirked as i lifted her onto my desk. “Even better for me, since you didn’t bring me dessert.” I licked my lips as I pushed her dress up, exposing her gorgoeus pussy to me. I ran the tip of my finger through her slit, listening to her keen at the sensation. “Already so wet Kitten.” “Yes,” she moaned. “You’ve been busy and I’ve missed you.” Her glistening pussy pulsed, ready to accept me. “I missed you too. Let me make it up to you.” I latched onto her clit and suckled. She arched her back at cried out. I ate her like a man starved. I would never get over her taste. It was pure heaven. I made her give me two orgasms before I let go of her from my mouth. I kissed her so she could taste herself. “Bend over Kitten.” She smiled at me shyly. I helped her down and she turned over and bend down, cheek to desk. “Hang on Kitten.” I undid my belt and pants and let them drop along with my boxer briefs. I pumped my cock a couple of times before I gently kicked her legs apart. I ran the tip through her soaked pussy lips, listening to her mewl at the sensation. I pushed into her, groaning at how tight she was. “Oh, fuck, Curtis.” Her head lifted as I pushed in. I wraped my hand around her throat to lift her up to my lips. As we kissed I withdrew my hips and pushed into her again, just a little bit harder. She pulled away to cry out. I pushed her head back down and began to pound into her. “Curtis, Curtis, shit, so good,” she cried. “Yeah, you like that don’t you Kitten? Love having my cock into this tight, wet pussy.” I grabbed her hips to pounf into her harder. “Fuck, you’re squeezing tight.” I couldn’t stop. She felt so good and I wasn’t sure how much more I could last. “Tell me you’re close, sweetheart.” I reached between us to stroke her clit. “Ah, Curtis, baby, right there, right there, I’m going to cum,” she screamed. And then bliss. She pulsed around me, squeezing my cock and I exploded, filling her. I pumped a couple more times, before I stopped and leaned over her, kissing her neck. “Are you ok?” “I’m perfect,” she said with a smile. “I’m in heaven.”

Someone dropped a notebook and pulled me out of my memories. I went back to boss mode. “Update now!”

“Sir, we have the plate of the car that was used. I confirmed that it was Sid Johnson that took Presley from the house. He has just his gun on him and that’s it. It took 12 minutes for him to take her.”

“I want his file,” I ordered. Clint had it on his desk and handed it to me. “How did he get past? How did this motherfucker gain my trust? He should have never been invited to interview let alone be assigned to the house or my family. I want a fucking answer!”

Clint cleared his throat. “I think they created an alias for him. He was clean boss. We had asked Mr. Barber for Jensen’s help with the checks when we up’d security.”

“Son of a bitch. We need to find her now! Clint, she had her necklace on her. Trace it.”

Please let her necklace be the way to bring her home.

Charles

My driver is going as fast as he can from Giovanni’s compound to the house we had set up. It was risky, setting up a house in one of the Kings’s territory but it was neccessary. I needed time to get Presley and time to change the plates for the cars so we can leave and no one would be the wiser. It took three hours but we finally arrived in Camden.

Everest’s people are morons. I was able to slip people into his house and take his prized possession from under him. It was time. It was time to take my place in our world and run New Jersey. The first part of my plane was to take my princess and make her a queen.

Walking into the house, he saw his man and smiled. “Where is she?”

“Locked in the master sir. I made sure the windows were locked from the outside as well. She’s known for being squirrly and resourseful, sir.”

“Good job, Sid.” Charles patted his back before heading down the hall. He stopped and took a breath and opened the door.

“Hello Amelia.”

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