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chvoswxtch · 9 months

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pancakes

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: a major setback causes you and frank to have to think quickly on your feet to find a new lead.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of guns & bombs

word count: 7.9k

a/n: so, i had to do a LOT of research about bombs for this chapter. in the event that i disappear, just know the fbi probably has me detained somewhere for my questionable search history, and i'm having to explain i'm a writer, not a serial killer. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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A golden ray of honey dripped through the sliver of space between the thick wooly curtains in the motel room, dancing right across your eyes like a spotlight across a stage. The glow of the sun rising above the horizon of your eyelids parted the clouds of your subconscious, causing you to shift back into a sentient state. In your half-dazed condition, all of your limbs slowly uncoiled from their curled up position, and when your palm brushed against the empty sheets beside you that were cool to the touch, the absence of Frank’s warmth had you suddenly rousing awake.

Rubbing the remaining residue of sleep from your eyes, you glanced around the dimly lit room through a blanket of semi-coherence while you pushed back the thin quilt and scratchy sheets to sit up in the stiff bed. The motel room was completely silent, and the small analog clock on the nightstand showed that it was seven thirteen in the morning. As you looked around the room, you noticed that Frank’s duffel bag was missing.

Frank was also missing.

When you got out of the bed and made your way over towards the windows, you pulled back one of the thick wooly curtains, wincing slightly as the sunlight shone right in your eyes that were still in the process of adjusting to the new lighting in the room. When you saw that Frank’s truck was gone, a crease of confusion furrowed between your brows instantly.

“What the hell?”

Surely Frank wouldn’t have left you alone in a motel room in the middle of nowhere when a terrorist group was actively trying to kill you…right?

Looking around for your bag, you found it on the small round table next to the window, and your nimble fingers produced your phone quickly, only to find a dead battery signal glaring at you from the screen in neon red. As you frantically searched through your bag for a charger, it abruptly dawned on you that you didn’t have one. The only thing you had grabbed from your place the night you were attacked was your phone and your bag.

Panic instantly began to spread throughout your nervous system like wildfire on an unsuspecting barren forest.

You had absolutely no idea what town you were in, no mode of transportation to get anywhere, no phone to call Frank, no anything. You didn’t even have a goddamn toothbrush. For ten minutes, you searched every inch of that motel room for some kind of note, or something that Frank might have left indicating where he was going and when he would be back. In a fit of mania, you searched all of the drawers in the nightstands, all of the cabinets in the bathroom, underneath the bed and beneath the mattress, even inside both of the pillow cases. You also ripped the horrendous paisley quilt and the scratchy sheets off the mattress in a frenzy thinking something might have gotten lost in them somehow.

When you realized that Frank hadn’t left any clues behind for you, instantly you began to catastrophize the worst possible case scenarios while furiously pacing back and forth in front of the bed.

What if Frank was hurt badly somewhere? What if someone had come for you, and taken him instead? What if he had just abandoned you here because he didn’t want to deal with you anymore?

It was now seven thirty-seven in the morning, and you couldn’t take another minute of sitting in this empty hotel room alone with no answers. You swiftly changed back into your own clothes, deciding to stop by the motel office first to see if anyone had seen Frank leave. Maybe they could at least point you in the direction he had gone; Frank was not exactly an easy guy to miss. Someone had to have seen him leave, and it was the only idea you had at the moment that was keeping you from having a full on meltdown.

In the process of slipping on your shoes while sitting on the edge of the bare mattress, the lock on the door to the room suddenly clicked, and your head snapped up abruptly to see Frank’s broad figure appear taking up the entire door frame. In the span of a second, three emotions flashed through you; relief, confusion, and anger. Before he could even take a step into the room past the threshold, you subconsciously reached for the bare pillow on the bed beside you and hurled it in his direction as hard as you could.

Frank’s face instantly morphed from being stuck in an expression of concrete lividity to twisting up into pure obscurity. There was a faint twinge of offense nestled between his thick brows when he instinctively reached out to catch the the pillow, staring over at you in a state of complete disorientation.

“What the hell was-”

“Goddammit Frank! Where the fuck have you been?”

The shrill tone of your voice immediately caught his attention and subsequently softened the furrow between his full ebony brows. Frank’s eyes flickered around the space, taking in the disheveled state of everything before his curious gaze landed back on you. He took a cautious step into the room and gently closed the door behind himself, his vigilant stare locked on you.

“What happened?”

In a fit of frustration that was bubbling over with pure adrenaline from the anxiety rushing through your bloodstream, you reached for the other bare pillow and hurled it right towards his head, watching as it hit the wall behind Frank with a soft thud when he quickly ducked. Confusion creased in the center of his forehead again while he stared at you incredulously.

“You happened, you dick! I woke up and you weren’t here! All your stuff was gone, your truck was gone, you didn’t bothering leaving a fucking note. I had no idea if you were dead in a ditch somewhere or just ran off to be an asshole, leaving me stranded here in the middle of fucking nowhere with no way to leave and no phone!”

By the time you finished your hysteric rant, your chest was heaving from how hard you were breathing, and your hands trembled slightly at your sides where they were balled into tight fists. Frank’s face instantly dropped into a contortion of remorse when he took in the sheer look of terror in your eyes. Noticing the way your hands shook slightly with trepidation, his deep brown eyes softened with guilt, and he took a tentative step in your direction with his large hands held up in a faint sign of surrender.

“Sweetheart…m’sorry. I thought you’d still be sleepin’ by the time I got back. You usually sleep in when you ain’t workin’, and I thought…I shoulda left you a note or somethin’ just in case. I didn’t think ‘bout your phone bein’ dead. M’really sorry.”

The gentle cadence of Frank’s deep voice instantly soothed your lingering feelings of unease, and the overwhelming sensation of panic slowly dissipated seeing him staring down at you with his big puppy dog eyes swirling with regret. The contrition Frank felt was evident not just in his voice, but was also etched clearly on his face, and visible in his body language. He hadn’t meant to scare you. He also had a point; you weren’t a morning person by any means, and when it came to your days off, you did like to sleep in. Letting out a slow and deep exhale through your nose, you unclenched your fists slowly and and brought your arms up to cross over your chest.

“I would’ve slept in if those sheets weren’t made of sandpaper.”

Frank cocked his head to the side slightly as he heard you grumble under your breath, and the edge of his full lips curled up in bemusement at your sudden change in demeanor. For a second, he just eyed you quietly, taking in the sight of your messy bedhead, soft expression of irritation, and the evidence of the sleep you hadn’t gotten beneath your eyes.

“You’re awful grumpy in the mornin’, ya’know that?”

Letting out a quiet huff of annoyance, you narrowed your eyes into slits while looking up at him. Frank, unlike you, was a morning person. Well, sort of. Morning people are pleasant in the morning. Frank wasn’t always pleasant, he was just always up early. But given the recent knowledge of his military background, it made sense now.

As a matter of fact, a lot of things about him were starting to make more sense.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be so grumpy if someone hadn’t made me start my day with a close call of cardiac arrest.”

Frank let out a small chuckle at that and shook his head, glancing around at the cataclysmic mess you’d created in the motel room once again before looking back at you with one of his dark brows arched in challenge.

“Nah, you still woulda been grumpy. Now, you got anythin’ else you wanna throw at me? Or you want some coffee and breakfast?”

»»———　　———««

Halfway through your second coffee and devouring a stack of pancakes, you paused abruptly while staring inquisitively over at Frank across the table.

“Where did you go?”

Frank brought his own ceramic mug of black coffee to his lips, which looked comically small in his large hand, and took a hefty gulp as he swallowed down a bite of pancakes.

“The warehouse.”

A dry scoff left your lips as you let your fork drop onto your plate, making a sharp clattering noise that tore Frank’s gaze from his own plate up to your line of sight.

“I thought we weren’t going back there-”

“No, you weren’t goin’ back there.”

“Frank-”

“It don’t matter, it’s gone.”

As soon as those words left his lips, your vexation transitioned into perplexity. Your brows inched together in the middle of your forehead as you stared at Frank in pure puzzlement.

“What do you mean it’s gone? We were just there last night-”

“Someone burnt the goddamn thing down.”

Frank’s large hand was enclosed in a tight fist around his fork, and there was a slight edge to his gruff voice as he nearly glared across the table at you. His words only fueled your bewilderment, but the pissed off look on his face kept you from interrogating him any further. Frank leaned back into the booth of the table you two were sitting at in the small, outdated diner down the street from the motel and ran his fingers through his short, tousled dark waves in exasperation. His deep brown eyes scanned around the diner absentmindedly, a look of pure contemplation layering his appearance. After a moment of silence, he let out a heavy exhale through his large nose and looked over at you with a calmer expression.

“I went to check it out early this mornin’, and there were cops and firetrucks all over the damn place. Ain’t nothin’ left of it.”

Nothing left?

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach that the cop that had caught you and Frank last night had tipped the Defenders of Freedom off, and they had set off a bomb in the warehouse to cover their tracks.

“Do you…do you think that cop tipped them off and they blew it up?”

“Nah, it wasn’t blown up. We woulda heard an explosion. Besides, the bombs these assholes are usin’, they’re strong enough to do some heavy damage, but not enough to level somethin’ completely like that.”

Tilting your head to the side slightly, you looked over at Frank curiously when you heard the conviction in his voice. He dismissed the idea you presented with such confidence, it made you wonder why he was so certain.

“How do you know that?”

“If it was a bomb, even if it was set off in the middle of the warehouse, parts of it would still be standin’. They’re makin’ homemade ones outta shit that can’t easily be tracked, so they’re small scale. They do a whole lotta property damage, and hurt people close to ‘em when they go off, but they ain’t made outta strong enough shit to level a warehouse made outta concrete and steel like that. I don’t know if that cop tipped someone off, but someone sure as hell set that fire on purpose. Whatever was in there, they didn’t want no one to find.”

There was a hint of anger in Frank’s voice when he spoke, and it reminded you of the conversation you had with him in your office over a month ago when the last attack happened. He had sounded just as angry, and you suddenly remembered him saying how much he hated people that used bombs and how he had called them a coward’s weapon. You hadn’t fully understood his resentment then, but after learning about his past as a Marine last night, it all seemed to finally click in your head.

“You were attacked by one.”

Frank immediately tensed, and his eyes quickly snapped up to meet your sympathetic gaze. It wasn’t a question, but the look of rancor in his eyes that was as bitter as the shade of his coffee confirmed it. A crisp chill cascaded down your spine at the realization that there had probably been far more than just one attack that Frank had been caught in the middle of during his time in the Marines. It made you wonder if that’s where the scar on his left temple had come from, the one that made him freeze up when you touched it last night.

“Even if they find somethin’ in all that goddamn rubble, it’s gonna take days to sort through, so it’s back to fuckin’ square one.”

Frank grunted as he lifted the ceramic mug to his lips to take another large gulp of coffee. He clearly had no intentions of elaborating on his history with explosives, and you decided it was best to leave it alone for the moment.

Resting your elbows on the table, you ran your hands through your hair with a sigh and clasped your hands over the back of your neck as you stared down at your half eaten plate of pancakes and hashbrowns. There was absolutely no way you and Frank had come all the way upstate and were going to leave with nothing. Going back to the warehouse was out of the question since it was surrounded with law enforcement and reduced to ash, but there had to be some way to find a lead.

While you were staring down into your coffee, an idea popped into your head.

“Not necessarily.”

Frank quirked one of his dark brows while looking across the table at you, waiting to see where you were going with whatever thought was going through your head.

“You can’t build a warehouse like that without a permit. Someone had to have filed for that permit, and they would’ve had to have a deed of ownership for that plot of land.”

After your words hit Frank’s ears, his eyes seemed to light up with recognition while he processed what you were saying. If the two of you could figure out who filed for the permit, or who owned the land, you had a lead. He swiftly sat up a little straighter in the booth as he stared at you almost in awe.

“How do we find that?”

“Property records are public in New York. They would have had to file the permit with the local county office and provide the proper documentation.”

“So we find the local county office, we find the records?”

“Exactly.”

Frank’s warm whiskey eyes sparkled with an emotion that resembled pride, and his full lips suddenly split slowly into a toothy grin that caused crinkles to form at the edges of his eyes as he brought a bite of pancakes up towards his mouth.

“You’re a goddamn genius, sweetheart.”

There was something about the way that Frank was looking at you, and grinning at you, that made heat blossom across the tops of your cheeks and start to burn in your lower belly. You weren’t used to men complimenting your intelligence, or your ideas, and you weren’t sure how to react. Dipping your head a bit to hide the bashful smile that tugged across your lips, you reached for the bottle of syrup and cleared your throat, scrambling to form a coherent sentence in response.

“Finish your eighth cup of coffee and we can go.”

Frank let out a dry scoff of amusement as he watched you drown your pancakes in a pool of maple syrup.

“I’ll finish my eighth cup when you finish your tenth. In the meantime, how ‘bout I getcha some pancakes for that syrup, yeah?”

Setting down the sticky bottle of syrup, you rolled your eyes playfully as you looked across the table at Frank and attempted to hide your amused smile.

“It’s not that much-”

“I can’t even see your damn pancakes underneath all that.”

Without another word, you reached over with your fork and drove it into half a cut up pancake that was on Frank’s plate, and his face twisted up into an expression of mock offense as he set down his coffee mug when you stole the half pancake onto your own plate.

“Hey hey hey, whoa-”

“You said I needed more pancakes-”

“I didn’t say mine.”

“Well then you should’ve specified that you didn’t wanna share.”

You used the side of your fork to slice a part of his half pancake and smothered it in syrup before bringing it to your lips with a teasing smirk. Frank’s eyes narrowed slightly as he clicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek. He shook his head slowly before he reached across the table to swipe the two remaining pieces of bacon off your plate.

“I quit. I’m droppin’ your grumpy, theivin’ ass off at the next rest stop we pass.”

A loud fit of laughter erupted from deep within your chest at Frank’s disgruntled appearance, and you covered your mouth with your hand as a few patrons at the diner that were most likely regulars stared in your direction with looks of curiosity and annoyance. Frank glared at you lightheartedly as he tore the bacon in half and tossed one half piece into his mouth. You looked over at him with a whimsical smirk on your lips as you arched one of your brows.

“You can’t quit a job you don’t have, Castle.”

“The hell I can’t.”

Rolling your eyes frivolously, you pierced the half of the pancake with your fork and went to place it back onto Frank’s plate.

“Fine, here.”

Frank pulled a face of faux repulsion as he gently pushed at your wrist with his large palm.

“I don’t want it now.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you gawked at him and scoffed lightly in bemusement.

“Are you kidding? You just made a whole scene-”

“That was before you got it all soggy with all that goddamn syrup. Keep it.”

Placing the fork with the half pancake of Frank’s down on your plate, you crossed your arms over your chest and bit the inside of your cheek to contain the grin that threatened to take over your lips. You watched him eat the bacon he had stolen off your plate with a broody expression on his sharp features.

“And you call me grumpy.”

“You are grumpy.”

“You don’t think you are?”

“I am when you steal my goddamn pancakes without askin’.”

“Isn’t the whole point of stealing to not ask?”

Frank shot you a deadpan look as he brought the ceramic mug to his lips and downed the rest of his black coffee.

“Finish your fuckin’ syrup so we can go.”

The twinge of light annoyance in Frank’s voice mixed with the faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he glanced around the diner coaxed a small laugh from you. It felt so natural to be sitting across from Frank, having breakfast and bantering back and forth, as if the two of you did this every morning. Despite the rough start to the morning, for you and Frank, he seemed lighter, and in an all around pleasant mood.

He was so incredibly different from the stoic, intimidating man you were introduced to for the first time almost six months ago. Lately it felt like the more time you spent alone with him, you were granted more and more glimpses of the real Frank Castle. And while you were elated to finally breakthrough so many of those broody layers of his, you were also starting to get nervous.

Because every little interaction made the miniscule crush you had developed on your bodyguard develop and evolve into something inherently deeper and more profound for the man behind the job.

»»———　　———««

The second your eyes caught the sight of Frank tucking a gun into the waistband of his jeans against his back and cover it with his black denim jacket, you instinctively held your hand out and placed it against his chest to stop him from reaching for the door of the county office. He glanced down at your palm on his chest before looking at you with a curious furrow of his brows.

“No.”

Frank tilted his head to the side slightly in perplexity when you gave a firm shake of your head in his direction.

“No? No, what?”

“Frank, I am not letting you go in there guns blazing-”

“Aw Christ, it’s just a precaution-”

“-or letting you intimidate, or beat the hell out of whoever is working at that front desk just to get what we need. We do this my way.”

Frank clenched his jaw as he stared down at you, taking in the stern expression on your features.

“I was gonna ask nicely.”

“You don’t know how to ask nicely.”

Letting out a deep exhale of frustration, Frank narrowed his eyes at you in annoyance while his index and middle finger on his right hand twitched at his side a few times.

“So what the hell are we doin’ here then?”

“I am going to do my job, and I need you to let me do that.”

“What, you…you wanna interview ‘em and get an exclusive for a damn article right now? Is that more important?”

Frank’s evident exasperation and sour attitude were starting to get on your nerves, and you grit your teeth as you narrowed your eyes at him in defiance.

“No, I’m not ‘getting an exclusive’, Frank. My job isn’t just writing. It’s called investigative journalism for a reason. You think all the evidence I get for my articles, I’m just…given? Not only do I have to hunt down my own sources, but I have to make them talk to me and give me what I need, by any means necessary.”

It suddenly occurred to you that in the six months Frank had been your bodyguard, he had never really seen you in action. He had been to your office several times, and watched you write countless articles, but the only person he had ever seen you interview was Steven. After the first threat you received, your story content was limited, and you were confined to topics that involved as little human interaction as possible for your own safety.

You understood Frank’s apprehension about letting you take the lead on this, but you also wanted to prove to him that you weren’t some damsel in distress. You could do this. It was your job, and it was what you were good at. Letting out a soft sigh, you fought off your own agitation to flash Frank an imploring expression.

“Frank, I know what I’m doing, Okay? Just trust me. And…behave, please.”

Taking in the pleading look in your eyes, Frank stared at you silently for a minute before throwing his hands up in resignation and letting out a grunt of agreement, reaching out to open the door to the county office and motioning for you to enter first. You tried your hardest not to laugh at the look of pure irritation that shrouded his face when you asked him to behave. As you stepped into the small office building with Frank, you just hoped the two of you could get what you needed and get out before a scene was caused.

The county office was small and stuffy, filled with the scent only a building that hadn’t been updated since its initial construction decades ago could have. Despite the cool temperature outside, there was an uncomfortable heat that lingered in the air. There was a stout, middle aged man sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up, arms crossed over his protruding belly, and his weary eyes were focused on a small television screen in the corner of the office that was playing a baseball game. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else at that moment, and you hoped you could use that to your advantage.

To your right, there was a meager waiting area that had a few worn chairs lined up against the wall that had definitely seen better days, and a little square coffee table piled with magazines that were several decades old. Glancing up at Frank over your shoulder, you motioned towards one of the chairs.

“Sit there, I’ll be right back.”

Another displeased grunt sounded from Frank at your instruction, but he didn’t verbally protest. He plopped down into the chair closest to the door and crossed his big arms over his broad chest. His full lips were pursed in a slightly adorable pout that was accompanied by his signature broody expression, and if your phone weren’t dead, you would’ve definitely taken a picture to laugh about later.

As you approached the desk, you fluffed up your hair a little and plastered your most charming smile across your lips before clearing your throat.

“Excuse me?”

The older man’s bushy brows were furrowed in aggravation at your interruption, but when his cobalt blue eyes navigated up to investigate the cause of the disturbance, they swiftly rose up his forehead in surprise. Before he could even get his feet off the desk, his gaze landed on your chest where the v-neck cut of your shirt’s collar showed a bit of your cleavage, and he stared unabashedly for a good ten seconds before a crooked smile split open his thin lips.

“My my, aren’t you a pretty little thing? I’ve never seen you around here before, Miss…?”

This wasn’t the first sleazeball you’d let ogle you to get concrete evidence for a lead. It was honestly easier for you to get information from men, because most of the time they were too busy shamelessly staring at your tits to even notice that you were hustling them. Still, it always made you feel a little cheap, like you needed a scalding shower afterwards to burn away their lingering stares. At least this time you had the comfort of knowing Frank was just a few feet away if there was any trouble.

“Oh, I’m not from around here. My name is Lorelai. I could actually really use your help. What did you say your name was?”

You asked in a sweet voice, tilting your head to the side innocently. The man rested his elbows on the desk, leaning in slightly towards you with that same crooked grin.

“Lorelai? Pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m Roger, and I’m happy to help you with whatever you need.”

It took every ounce of willpower you had not to gag at the wink he shot you. He probably thought it came off as flirtatious, but in reality, it just made you nauseous. Swallowing down your discomfort, you forced another convincing charming smile onto your lips and leaned forward on the desk slightly, granting him a better view of your cleavage. You hated yourself as soon as you did it, but you prayed this idiot would take the bait and just give you the documents you needed without any suspicion.

“Thank you, Roger. See, I work for the company that owns the warehouse that burned down this morning, you know the one on Wick Road? Anyway, my boss wanted me to file an insurance claim, and in the middle of it I realized that I don’t have any copies of the permit or the land deed that I need to file the claim, and if I don’t get it filed by the end of the day, I’m gonna be in a lot of trouble. Can you help me? Please?”

Using that same saccharine voice that was several pitches higher than your normal tone, you batted your eyes a few times for dramatic effect, crafting a faux expression of innocence and helplessness. Incompetent men like Roger enjoyed playing the hero, so you laid the vulnerable act on thick.

“Of course I can help you, sugar. It’s no trouble at all. Anything I can do to help a sweet little thing like you, I’m happy to.”

The way his hungry eyes wandered over your chest coupled with the bravado in his nasally voice had you digging your nails so hard into your palm, you were shocked you hadn’t drawn blood.

You’re almost there. It’s almost over. Just keep it together.

“Really? Oh my God, you’re a lifesaver, Roger.”

You reached out to give his shoulder a light squeeze for good measure, and the overwhelming scent of his cheap cologne filling your nostrils triggered the early onset of what was sure to be a powerful migraine. Roger stood up from his chair and brushed his oily black hair away from his greasy forehead in a way that was probably meant to look slick, but made you shudder internally with disgust.

“Why don’t you come with me, and we can-”

As his eyes caught sight of something over your shoulder, Roger’s reptilian grin instantly fell, and his “suave” expression melted into one of discomfort. His eyes flickered over to meet your gaze again, and he cleared his throat.

“Uh…is he…with you?”

When you furrowed your brows in confusion, Roger gestured with one of his sausage fingers behind you, and as you turned your head to see what he was talking about, you were met with the sight of a very pissed off looking Frank. His large hands were balled into such tight fists that his knuckles had turned white, and they were resting on the top of his thighs, like he was ready to spring into action at any moment. Frank’s jaw was set in a harsh line, and you could see a muscle feather beneath his skin when he grit his teeth. His thick brows were pulled together in vexation, and you could see a wrathful fire burning in his eyes that had nearly turned black with rage.

You had to wrap this up quickly before Frank lost his patience.

Turning back around to face Roger, you gaped at him for a moment as you let out a nervous laugh.

“I…yeah. He…he’s with me.”

“He your…husband or…something?”

“He’s…my-”

Before you could finish, Frank’s heavy boots were thundering across the floor, and you suddenly felt the heat radiating from his chest flush against your back as his large hand settled on your right hip.

“You mind hurryin’ it up with them documents my wife asked for? We ain’t got all goddamn day. And while you’re at it, why don’t you try lookin’ her in the fuckin’ eye when you talk to her, yeah?”

While Roger had initially taken a sharp step backwards when Frank marched across the room to stand behind you, the barrier of the desk clearly made him feel safe enough to provoke Frank. He let out a scoff as he crossed his arms over his ill-fitting button up, glaring up at Frank in a mixture of offense and irritation.

“Hey, I didn’t see a ring, buddy.”

Frank took a step closer towards the desk and reached his hand beneath the collar of his black henley, slipping his thumb under the chain around his neck to pull it upwards to flash the gold wedding band that dangled from it. The gesture caught you completely by surprise, and you felt a slight pang in your chest at the sight of the wedding ring now that you knew Frank was a widow. His eyes were wild with animosity, and his gruff voice dropped a dangerous octave lower as he sneered down at Roger.

“There’s your fuckin’ ring. Now you got thirty seconds to move your ass and get her what she asked for, or I’m comin’ back there and I’m gonna fuckin’-”

“Okay! Okay, sorry can you just…one second.”

After flashing Roger an apologetic expression and a nervous smile, you swiftly turned around and pressed your palms flat against Frank’s chest to push as hard as you could to guide him backwards in the direction of the door.

“Out.”

You hissed quietly through gritted teeth while staring up at him with your own hardened gaze. Frank’s face instantly twisted up in fury and rebellion as he glared down at you, refusing to move to an inch.

“You outta your damn mind? I ain’t leavin’ you alone with this motherfu-”

“Frank, wait outside, now.”

You shoved at Frank’s chest as hard as you could, but he only wavered backwards half an inch. For a solid sixty seconds, the two of you seemed to be locked in a glaring contest. You didn’t have time for his shit, and you snapped your fingers and pointed towards the door as a final signal for him to leave. Frank shot one final death glare over your shoulder at Roger before staring back at you in unfiltered vehemence. The top left corner of his lip curled up slightly in a sneer, and he grunted as he stalked off towards the door and shoved it open with a force so powerful, it rattled the door hinges.

Fuck.

Swallowing thickly, you took a deep breath as you quickly formulated a plan for damage control. Turning back around to face Roger, you saw that he was glancing between you and the door with wide eyes, and his body language was significantly more conservative than it was before. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you took a small step forward and looked at him with a repentant smile.

“I…I’m really sorry about that. He’s um…he’s…been struggling a bit…ever since he came home…from his last tour.”

A look of cognizance flashed across Roger’s face, and as his eyes flickered towards the door before settling back on you, his features dulled into a more friendly look that was splattered with pity.

“What branch?”

“Marines.”

A wry smile tugged at the corner of Roger’s thin lips, and he nodded his head in a gesture of understanding.

“Tough sons of bitches.”

“Temperamental, too.”

He let out a snort at that, rubbing his plump hand over his patchy onyx beard that was loosely sprinkled with flecks of gray.

“No kidding. My father was a Marine, and he was always a real hot head. Wasn’t always that way, but…I guess they uh…never really come back, huh?”

For some reason, that caught you off guard.

They never really come back.

In the nearly ten hours that had passed since you learned more about Frank’s history, you hadn’t really had a chance to really process it. You hadn’t had a moment to think about what he must have gone through, the things he must have seen or done that changed him, the people he might have lost, or all the ways he could have suffered. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming wave of sadness for Frank, thinking about the absolute hell he must have gone through, and then the added weight of losing his wife on top of that.

“No…I guess they don’t.”

Roger wrung his worn hands together in front of him almost in remorse, gesturing loosely towards you as he let out a quiet laugh.

“Look I didn’t mean any disrespect to you or your husband-”

“It’s fine, really. You were just…trying to be nice.”

You were being a fucking creep.

“Here, let me get you those documents. Wick Road, right?”

A tiny surge of hope shot through you at that, and your lips parted into a small, grateful smile as you nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Flashing you a tight lipped smile, Roger disappeared into a back room before emerging a few minutes later with a manila file that contained several copies of documents. He handed it over to you and slipped his plump hands into his pockets, nodding his head in the direction of the door.

“You uh, tell your husband I apologize…and uh…thank him for his service for me, would you?”

It made your blood boil that he was only willing to be respectful of you because he thought you were married, and because you had told him Frank was a Marine. But you shoved all that down as you took the file from him, nodding with a tiny smile.

“I will, thank you.”

“Have a good day, Miss Lorelai.”

As soon as you turned around to leave, your eyes rolled so far back into your head, it was painful. When you stepped outside the office, Frank was leaning against his truck with his arms tightly crossed over his chest, looking thoroughly heated. His head snapped up when he heard the office door creak open, and you marched over towards him with a pissed off expression of your own.

“What the hell was that?”

“You said you had that-”

“I did, Frank! Until you flew off the handle-”

“What was I s’posed to do, huh? Just sit there and watch that asshole stare down your shirt-”

“You were supposed to let me do my job!”

Frank scoffed and let out a dry, humorless laugh. His ferocious gaze roamed over the area surrounding the small building before he glared down at you with a look of repulsion.

“So that’s what you do, huh? You just let ‘em stare at you like that to get what you need? That all you do, Lorelai?”

The implications behind Frank’s words should’ve incensed you, but if anything, they felt like a jagged blade cutting through your chest. The fact that he would not only insinuate that you would use your body to get a lead, but look at you in disgust as if he actually believed it, hurt you more than anything. The venom with which he spit out your alias made you shudder slightly. Treacherous tears stung along your waterline as you clenched your jaw to keep the dam from breaking.

“I’d rather them stare at my chest than shoot them in cold blood.”

Frank’s anger faded slightly hearing the accusation laced within your tone of dejection. Clutching onto the manila folder in your hand, you spun around on your heel and started walking swiftly in the opposite direction. You didn’t know exactly where you were, or how you would get home, but right now Frank was the last person you wanted to be around.

The sound of Frank sighing heavily from behind you rang clearly in your ears.

“Where you goin’?”

“Home.”

“What, you gonna walk there?”

When you didn’t respond and continued to keep walking, Frank dragged his palms down his face in pure frustration.

“For Christ’s sake-don’t be ridiculous. Get in the truck. Y/N…Y/N! Get in the-goddamnit.”

For a moment, you thought Frank had given up and was going to actually let you find your own way home. But then all of a sudden, you heard tires rolling tumultuously across the loose gravel of the parking lot, and before you could make it to the edge of the street, Frank pulled his truck out in front of you a few feet away to cut off your path. He quickly hopped out and left the driver side door open, walking around the hood in your direction with determination.

“You ain’t walkin’ all the way back, alright? Just get in.”

“I can find my own way home-”

“You can’t go home. Not until I figure out-”

“Frank, I’m not your fucking problem anymore!”

Frank stared at you with a storm of emotions brewing behind his eyes. While the annoyance he felt was still lingering on his sharp features, the rage that had clouded his vision had dissipated into shimmering guilt. The migraine that had been triggered by Roger’s cologne had steadily begun to throb, and you rubbed at your right temple and sighed heavily in frustration as you took a look around at your unfamiliar surroundings. A few stray tears slipped down your cheeks, and you weren’t sure if they were from the pain in your head or the pain in your heart.

“You’re not my bodyguard anymore, alright? I’m not your problem, and you owe me nothing. Okay, I was just a job, and the job’s over now, so just-”

“Hey, hey…quit that.”

“Frank-”

“You were never just a job, and you know it.”

Frank’s words immediately caught your attention, and when you looked up at him, he was already staring at you with finality. The timbre of his voice made it clear there was no contesting that statement, and it was almost like your ribcage had shrunk around your heart and lungs with how tight your chest felt. He took a step closer towards you and carefully brought his large hands up to cradle your face delicately, wiping away the tear tracks from your cheeks gently with the rough pads of his thumbs. Frank’s features had repressed into an expression of disgrace, and his eyes were shining apologetically as he looked down into your own.

“Look, I…I didn’t mean that, alright? It was a shitty thing to say. I just…I hated the way he was lookin’ at ya, and I hate the thought of you subjectin’ yourself to that kinda shit just for a goddamn lead. It’s dangerous-”

“Yeah, well being a woman and just existing is dangerous, Frank. I deal with that kind of shit everyday, even when I’m not chasing a story. When I’m walking down the street, when I’m in line at the grocery store, when I’m in the middle of a meeting at work…it…it happens all the time.”

Frank’s warm brown eyes held pure sympathy for you as he listened intently.

“I ain’t seen it happen like that though, ‘cept for when you interviewed that trust fund asshole.”

It took a second for you to realize that he was talking about Steven, and you involuntarily let out a quiet laugh that immediately made you wince and rub at your right temple.

“Yeah well, apparently having a big, scary looking guy with murderous intent in his eyes threatening people on my behalf has done wonders for keeping creepy men away.”

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of Frank’s mouth, but he was looking down at you in concern when he noticed the way you kept rubbing your head. He slipped his fingers into your hair to hold the right side of your head tenderly, and he gingerly brushed his calloused thumb over your right temple. Your breath hitched slightly at the contact, and you stared up into his eyes as his own inspected your face. The way he was touching you right now reminded you of the way he had comforted you after that night at the bar a few months ago, when he’d held you in his arms for the first time.

The only time.

You hadn’t been that close to him again until now…and you wanted him to feel that again.

“Headache?”

“I think Roger’s cologne gave me a migraine.”

A crease of confusion sprinkled with a hint of irritation settled between Frank’s dark brows as he stared down at you, and his large nose was wrinkled up slightly like he’d just smelt something foul.

“Who the fuck’s Roger?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he asked that, and the look on his face, which you instantly regretted when a shooting pain seemed to split right through your brain.

“The guy at the office. He also said to tell you, ‘sorry for hitting on your wife’. Oh, and I may or may not have told him that you had PTSD and that’s why you were being an asshole, so he also said, ‘thank you for your service’.”

Frank blinked at you in sheer incredulity a few times as he processed those words. After a moment, his face twisted up again in irritability, and he carefully dropped his large hands from where they were cradling face and the right side of your head. He walked over to open the passenger side of the door for you while shaking his head in annoyance and grumbling under his breath.

“Roger can kiss my ass. Fuckin’ shithead.”

The fact that Frank seemed genuinely offended only made you laugh harder, and you let out a quiet whine of pain as you rubbed at your temple.

“Frank…please don’t make me laugh right now. My head is killing me.”

“C’mon, get in the truck, sweetheart. I got somethin’ for your head.”

Frank gently took your hand and helped you up into the passenger seat of his truck, shutting the door as quietly as he could to not cause you any further discomfort. While he walked around the hood, you could see the annoyance still plastered on his face, and you heard him grumbling to himself under his breath.

“Roger’s goddamn lucky I don’t go back in there and kick his fuckin’ ass.”

After Frank handed you a few pain reliever pills from the first aid kit he kept in his truck along with a bottle of water, he went to put his truck into drive, but paused for a moment and turned his head to look over at you analytically.

“Where’d you get that name?”

“Huh?”

“Lorelai. You use that all the time? Or is it always a different one?”

“Oh, um…it…it was my mother’s name. It’s usually the alias I give. It just…it makes me feel closer to her in a way. Like she’s…still around.”

There was a look of understanding in Frank’s warm brown eyes. He didn’t need to ask anything else to comprehend the grief and the longing in your cadence. Without you having to speak another word, he could interpret the loss you’d experienced, and he simply nodded respectfully in response. It was refreshing to have someone not pry at details you weren’t ready to discuss for once, and to have someone that understood the complicated timeline that came with mourning.

It seemed as if tragedy was something that had plagued you and Frank both, and it was oddly poetic in a way how it seemed to connect you on a level you hadn’t experienced with anyone else before.

Wanting to switch the conversation to a lighter topic as Frank pulled out onto the empty two way street, you glanced over at him in curiosity when you noticed he was driving in the opposite direction of the motel.

“Where are we going?”

“Someplace that ain’t got sheets made of sandpaper.”

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wannaeatramyeon · 8 months

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THANK U FOR THE RECENT SAMUEL SEO im literally so obsessed with him i cant-

but!! he’s not the only one!!

could u try goo with a childhood friends!lover? (im just going through my list of red flags boyfriends with this trope heh)

To my requests. sorry for not answering in order. Btw I've got a school day/teenager long fic with Goo in the Gun + Goo masterlist... but how about this.

Goo Kim x Reader: Childhood 'friends'

G/N. Sorta childhood friends to lovers.

Goo descends into your life like an angel.

"Will you pay me if I beat up these boys?" he shouts over, giving the wooden baseball bat in his hand a few practice swings.

(He takes in your cowering body, cornered against the wall, the group of older boys slinging insults first.

Then your pristine, limited edition trainers and the expensive label on your clothes second.)

You look over at the short figure with the badly bleached blonde hair. He seems small for his age, same as you.

Best case scenario, he makes good on his word. Worst case, they beat both of you up.

You give a nod and all hell breaks loose.

Goo isn't an angel at all. He's a demon that has ascended and strutted into your life.

"Is this enough?" You ask, peeling open your velcro Sanrio wallet and removing a handful of bills.

"Thanks!" Goo swipes it out of your hand, tainting the notes with blood before tucking it away in his pocket with a reassuring pat.

A body at his feet lets out a groan and he gives them a hard kick. You think there’s a crunch of bone breaking. It’s not as sickening as you thought it would be.

"That one's for free." He gives you a gigawatt grin and you return it. In your eyes, not even what you just witnessed this boy doing could tarnish his shine.

"My name is Goo," he signals for your phone and you hand it over without a second thought. He taps in what you assume are his contact details before giving it back.

"Call me if you need any help." You reach out to take it and he leans in, smile taking a dangerous edge, "You'll need to pay though."

For fear of retribution, you ask Goo to walk you back home from school everyday for the next few weeks.

You text him a time and an address, and he texts you back his price. It's enough to drain your allowance, but not enough for you to risk your safety.

He waits for you by your school gates everyday, with his patchy hair and a scruffy jacket three sizes too big, and gives you a wave with both arms whenever he spots you.

He's chatty. Much chattier than you expected. Always just seemingly rattling off whatever is on his mind. Animes he has watched, manhwas he's reading. What he had for lunch, what he's craving for dinner.

You piece together that Goo is only a few months older than you. He should be in 6th grade by now but he never mentions school. You don't think he even attends school.

He also has a terrible sweet tooth, that you pay for of course. Stopping off at a convenience store together as he picks out a snack.

"Get whatever you want." you say the first time you catch him deciding between a drink or a bar of chocolate. "I'll pay for it."

He buys both.

That should have been a mistake. He drains your allowance further everyday. Yet you can't help thinking it's fine as he gives you a toothy grin that reaches his eyes.

The weeks pass by in the blink of an eye. When you reach your front door on the last day, Goo shuffles, fidgets uncharacteristically.

"I can keep walking you home," he says, eyes on the floor and kicking at dirt. "...I can give you a discount."

Goo starts seeing you at the weekend too.

You're the first person that sees him after getting his hair professionally done.

"I'm handsome, aren't I!" his bravado masks his nervousness. He doesn't know why he's nervous in the first place, but when you agree and ruffle his newly coiffed locks, it evaporates completely.

Payment comes in the form of food and drinks, snacks and street food, cinema tickets, small little gifts he has his eye on.

As consolation, at least he always shares.

When you first met you're sure he was shorter than you.

You don't remember when he matched your height, but now you notice you have to tilt your chin up to look at him.

You miss the scruffy jacket he used to have. The one that he rapidly grew out of, body filling out with muscle. It gets replaced by more and more luxurious brands. His hair looks more and more polished. He picks up glasses along the way to complete the look.

He still makes you pay every time you meet. You feel like he lets you off easy with cheap choices because his taste these days seems anything but cheap.

You wish you had more time with the boy you used to know, but you love the man he's growing into.

Goo never lets you sway too far away from him, keeps you by his side most weeks. Reaches out to send you silly memes or calls you just to ramble his thoughts when you're apart.

You're two peas in a pod.

The longest time you spend apart is when Goo is sent away to juvie.

An unknown number texts you, says they're Goo's cousin and breaks the news.

It doesn't come as a surprise, considering how you first met, the person he is. You've spent years together at this point and seen him at his most violent and bloodthirsty.

Still. For you, nothing can tarnish his shine.

On the day Goo is released, you're waiting for him outside the juvenile detention centre.

You're the first person he sees, and he waves at you with both arms before opening them, welcoming you, offering himself.

He’s even taller, more muscular. His features distinguished and jawline cutting. His hair, just like years gone by, is bleached and patchy.

The grin is the same. It’s always the same.

You sprint and throw yourself full force into Goo, knocking the air out of his lungs.

He holds you tight. Clings on harder than he ever has. Missed you more than he will ever admit.

As if you're reading his mind, you murmur into his collar, "I've missed you.'

Goo takes a deep inhale, nose nestled in your hair and breathing in your familiar scent. Relishing your touch, your presence, you.

He doesn't plan on spending this long away from you ever again.

"Me too, Sweetheart."

#lookism #lookism x reader #goo kim #goo kim x reader #lookism fic #kim joongoo #kim joongoo x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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beautiesswift · 11 months

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— 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

— word count: 1.8k

— pairings: jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

— summary: 5 times jj resisted the urge to kiss you, and the 1 time he didn't

— warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing, a bit of jealousy

— a/n: my first fic!! i'm so excited to share my writing with you guys! feel free to send in requests, and thank you guys for reading!

masterlist

one;

the first time jj wanted to kiss you, you were twelve years old.

he hadn't seen you all summer. you and your family had travelled to your grandparent's cottage for the holidays, and jj hadn't seen you for three whole months. despite the fact that he would never admit it to anyone else (especially john b and pope), he missed you.

he had had a crush on you for years. although, he would rather die than admit that to you, or anyone, for that matter. you had been his best friend since you two were seven. he didn't want to ruin that.

now, jj had always found you beautiful. with your flowy hair and your pretty eyes and your full lips. but when you showed up at the chateau after being gone, jj's heart practically stopped in his chest.

your skin was glowing from the hot sun, lips pulled into a sweet smile. you were dressed in a simple blue sundress, hanging just above your knees, and a pair of black and white converses.

at the sight of your blonde best friend, you immediately pulled him into a hug. your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to your height. jj's arm enveloped themselves around your waist, tugging you into his body.

you swayed the two of you back and forth. you had giggled as you separated, grinning up at him. "hi," you had said, resting your hands on his arms.

"hi," he mumbled, breathless at the sight of you.

subconsciously, jj had leaned closer to you, eyes flickering down to your lips and your heart stuttered in your chest. just as jj wanted, so badly, to press his lips against your own, the door to the chateau swung open. out came john b, arms spread wide open as he tackled you into a hug.

the sight of your glittering eyes was on jj's mind for the rest of the day.

two;

the second time jj wanted to kiss you, he was teaching you how to surf.

it had never been something you were interested in. usually, you had laid on your beach towel tanning in the sun as the others were in the water.

but not today.

you had expressed your sudden curiosity to the blonde, and he had immediately jumped at the chance to teach you about one of his favourite things. you were straddling a surfboard (his surfboard) as he stood in the water next to you. your fingers were skimming the water's surface, staring up at the sky with sparkling eyes and clumped lashes.

you were practicing getting into position and going over small waves, a request made by you.

one of jj's hands was holding the edge of his surfboard to steady it. you had been contemplating actually standing up from the board or giving up and swimming back to shore.

you had sighed, before looking down at your best friend with a nervous smile. "okay, i'm ready."

"you sure?" jj asked, just in case.

you nodded, using your hands to paddle further out into the ocean. jj backed away, watching as you pressed your chest to the board before you got to your feet. you allowed the waves to push the board without stumbling, riding it back to the blonde.

jj smiled when you laughed in happiness. you sent a bright grin his way, jumping into the water in front of him as you got close enough. you brought jj into a tight hug, giggling with glee as you wrapped your legs around his waist. one of jj's hands cupped your neck as his other arm curled around your back as the two of you bobbed in the water.

he leaned his head back, eyes tracing over your face. you cupped his face in his hands and jj's stomach twisted in knots. he stared at your lips, wondering if they tasted like salt water. "how do you feel?" jj asked.

somehow, your grin grew even more. "amazing."

three;

the third time jj wanted to kiss you, it was unexpected.

it wasn't as much of a drastic realization as the other two times, but to jj, it was the most important one.

it was the moment jj knew he was in love with you.

the two of you were lounging on the couch. your feet were resting on the couch's arm, head thrown into jj's lap. one of his hands was running through your hair as the other rested on the back of the couch. you were distracted by the breakfast club playing on the tv, but jj was distracted by you.

the blonde had always found you beautiful, but this summer you were ethereal. your hair had gotten longer, bangs framing your face. your lashes were longer, and your eyes were so bright.

you must've noticed his staring, because you looked up and smiled that bright smile, before snuggling your face further into his thigh.

and boom, jj knew.

four;

the fourth time jj wanted to kiss you, you were flirting with someone else.

it was a kegger, the one the pogue's always threw before school started again, and you were flirting with some touron. he was tall, with dark black hair and green eyes and a lanky body. he wasn't ugly, per se, but he wasn't exactly cute either.

jj had been glaring at the two of you for the past ten minutes.

at some point, pope had sat down next to him, holding a red solo cup in his hand as he followed jj's line of sight. pope smirked, before nudging the blonde in the ribs with his elbow. "she looks comfy, doesn't she?"

the two of you were snuggling together on a log. the touron's arm was wrapped around your shoulder with you tucked into the side of his body.

jj grunted in response to pope's comment, tilting his cup forward and the rest of his beer tipped into his mouth. your pretty pink lips were pulled into a smile. the soft one reserved for jj. it was probably the alcohol running through his veins, but jj thought you looked so pretty.

jj was getting increasingly annoyed by the minute. he kept making eye contact with the boy next to you, sea green meeting ocean blue. the smug look on the boy's face made jj's blood boil. clearly, he could sense jj's jealousy.

the boy leaned forward, whispering something in your ear that jj couldn't make out. your eyebrows furrowed in response. your head turned toward the blonde. your head tilted in confusion at the angry expression on the blonde's face, before mouthing a small "you okay?".

jj's lips had twitched, before sending you a small smile, nodding.

he had drowned himself in his drink for the rest of the night after watching you leave with the touron.

five;

the fifth time jj resisted the urge to kiss you, you and the pogues were hiding from the smugglers.

jj had just pushed you out of the window of big john's office, grabbing you by the hand to drag you to the chicken coop. you were crying, fat tears falling down rosy cheeks. you were shoving yourself against the walls, jj sitting next to. kie and john b were on another wall and pope was on his own.

jj peeked through the cracks between the wood, watching as the smugglers carried big john's things into their truck, eyes shifting to the chicken coop every few seconds at the loud clucking from the rooster.

"do something, pope," jj had hissed. "shut that thing up."

"what do you want me to do?"

"pet it or something," you cried, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt. "or talk to it, i don't know."

the sound of a trunk loudly slamming echoes through the bullpen, and your back hunches forward as you flinch. you let out a small squeak as jj leans forward and grabs at the animal's throat. you squeezed your eyes shut and turned away, avoiding the sight of jj snapping the rooster's neck.

jj's jaw clenched as he paused, leaning away. he slid an arm around your shoulder as you let out a sob. you tucked your face into his neck, sniffling. jj pressed a kiss to your hairline. not your lips, but close enough.

your nails were digging into one of his thighs, your other hand holding onto the arm wrapped around your neck.

it was weird timing for jj, wanting to kiss you after he had killed his favourite rooster. but at the time, he had wanted to comfort you, distract you from the paralyzing fear you were feeling.

+ one;

the first time jj actually kissed you, you were cleaning the blood off his face.

he had gotten in another fight with some pug-faced kook, and you were not happy with him. to be fair, the other guy had started it, (something jj had clarified multiple times). the guy had been making very loud comments about you, well, mainly your ass. in retaliation, jj had tossed a drink in his face. but the kook had thrown the first punch.

after john b practically yanked jj off of the kook, you had dragged the blonde into the upstairs bathroom.

now, he was leaning against the bathroom sink as you cleaned him up. there was a damp cloth in your hand and an emergency first-aid kit on the counter next to him. jj let out a hiss when you pressed against the cut on his lip.

"sorry," you mumbled, running the cloth under more warm water. despite the fact that you were clearly angry, jj couldn't help but smile at the adorable look on your face.

your eyebrows were furrowed, lips in a cute pout. your hair was pulled into one of those buns jj liked, and your free hand was twisted in his tank top. jj's hands were gripping onto your hips, squeezing a little when the pain got too much.

jj's blue eyes were tracing over your features as you grabbed an alcohol-free wipe. he smiled. "you mad at me?"

you glared at him in response. jj giggled and your lips twitched. jj never giggled.

you looked away from his piercing gaze, deciding to focus on the cut on his eyebrow instead. "you're an idiot," you suddenly stated, leaning away to look at him.

jj scoffed, "that guy was a dick."

"still," you shrugged. "didn't give you the right to beat the shit outta him."

jj sighed. you loved to be dramatic, didn't you?

"how can i make it up to you?"

you hummed before an idea seemed to pop into your head. you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a small kiss. jj's eyes popped out of his skull before he mentally slapped himself when he pulled away slightly.

he stared at you with wide eyes. your cheeks were tinted a soft pink, and your lips were a bit puffy.

"what was that for?" jj asked, to which you shrugged. you didn't respond to him, only choosing to lean forward to capture his lips with your own again.

you tasted like sugar.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank #outer banks #outerbanks #obx

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honesttoglob · 5 months

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Ok so few thoughts on the Season 2 Bigtop Burger Supercut:

- Apparently the "freakazoids" that Cesare and the underworld have been keeping tabs on are Cryptids. I had suspected the freakazoids in question might be demons as Hell is taking some responsibility for them but they're cryptids??? Man, that just makes me sad, leave bigfoot alone :(((((

- One of the cryptids pictured is Flatwoods Monster, who, according to legend, is also an alien. The other two appear to be Mothman and though I'm a bit fuzzy on this one some sort of bigfoot or yeti creature. He's wearing a lil stetson hat. Did Cesare use the stetson hat trick before?

- The second still shown in the credits appears to be Munkustrap descending onto Earth on some sort of spacecraft as the Bigtop and Zomburger crews watch. They appear to be in the same positions/outfits as when Cesare whack-a-moled Steve into hell. Which is????? Idk what to make of that. Could Flatwoods Monster have some kind of alien technology that they used to contact Clown World? Are we finally gonna have Clown vs Undead War??????? I wonder how Munkustrap will react to seeing other clowns in the pink-yellow-blue spotted outfit which Tim, Penny and Billie are wearing, which seems to be a pattern which all banished clowns are exiled in. Looking forward to see how he looks now that he's aged! Also, I like that this scene implies the Zomburger and Bigtop gangs stick together! Which I want them too! SO BADLY!!!

- As @fr0stmask mentioned in a reply on this post, the spacecraft Munkustrap is seen on is actually a tire, as in the musical Cats, cats who are deemed worthy are sent up to the Heaviside Layer on a TIRE!!! Thanks for the info!

- What if the Cats performance is literal, and one clown actually gets sent "up to the heaviside layer", and that's what happened to Munkustrap and how he got the tire spacecraft. Steve got booted out via banishment and Munkustrap was chosen to ascend, but in the end they both ended up in the same place.

- Frances, Conrad and Allen look visibly upset when they realize Cesare isn't actually proposing a truce and is still up to his antagonistic bullshit.

- The image of Cesare in his weird little Cabinet of Dr. Caligari coffin makes my stomach do little back filps. We've seen Tim, Penny, Billie, Frances, Conrad, Allen, and Steve all in their own homes (For Steve it's his truck where he sleeps) but Never Cesare! Seeing him in there makes me nervous honestly because in the image, his box/cabinet has two doors on its front, with no handles inside, which suggests it closes from the outside and he's "stored" in there and deanimated (seeing as his eyes are closed and this is the only time we've seen him at rest) when not in use. This would add metaphorical meaning to Cesare's comments about being a puppet vendor, as now that's all he is- a puppet. He looks like a little doll being stored in his box. This seems to suggest something I've long suspected, that the "1000 year sentence" Cesare is being held on by the underworld may be bullshit, and he won't actually be allowed to go on retirement. Instead, this idea of his sentence one day ending is merely meant to motivate and control him, like a carrot being held in front of a horse. Could that candle shown at the end be his lifeforce? When its lit maybe he's animate, while when its snuffed out, he's a lifeless husk kept in a box.

- You think Cesare's and Steve's footie pajamas have a similar narrative role? Like to make them easily identifiable as rejects (in Steve's case) or property (in Cesare's case)? You think they're just meant to be dehumanizing or a source of shame?

- Tim was the first one to find Steve, which makes me feel fucked up that Steve still doesn't know his name and seems to mis-name him the most :(((((( Tom and Toby???????? I mean I get that my man likely has memory issues, he's very old and he hit his head very hard on the ground and he refuses to go easy on that fckng juul

- Baby Tim is so cute and handsome I'm dying

- The alley Steve emerges into in the after credits scene seems to rememble the alley with the hole in the ground that Conrad recounts Cesare getting money from. Is this because the underworld was able to track Steve's ascent through the ground to Earth's surface? Is this the same hole Cesare enters and exits the underworld from?

- Also, Steve spits out some rocks when he reaches the surface. U think that's how he started thinking of rocks as food? They just kimda got in ther and he thought "mmmnm yummy!"

- Based on the timelime and my own calcumalations, Steve landed in Sweden, creating the crater which is now known as the Siljan ring, and emerged a whole continent over in North America (at least I'm assuming the show takes place in North America. The driving wheel is on the left side, right? And everyone has American accents? (Except Tim) Is that enough?)

I have a theory that Penny reminds Steve of his own mother. Both women have the same voice actress (Lindsay Small-Butera, my beloved ;-;), and in season one, while Steve is high, once he hears Penny's voice, he shapeshifts into his child form (which I think might have been the last time he saw his mom before she dropped him off at Christian-Acting Camp) and asks her for soup. He's even in the same Little Lord Fontleroy outift. Also, at the Food Truck Expo, when Steve sees Cesare approaching him, he hides behind Penny's back. Also, they have a similar appearance in hair color and clown makeup.

- Speaking of Steve's family, in the scene where Steve is about to be shot into space, there are three clowns who stick out from the crowd. One, with a haircut resembling Steve's mother's on the right (I believe this is her), Munkustrap in the center (at least I believe this is him, their hair and faces are similar) and a male figure on the left. I believe this figure on the left is Steve's father, and Munkustrap is either Steve's brother or past love interest (I think him being his brother is more realistic because him being Steve's love interest and sending him into space is I think too dark even for this show).

- I think the clown actors in Cats may only refer to eachother by their character names. Munkustrap is given no other name, and Steve being stripped of his name as "Old Deut" is seen as a big deal.

- I noticed whenever male clowns get old, their hair develops into sort of a tonsure style with a little dollop of hair sitting right in the middle of their bald spot. Peanut has this, along with Steve's father, and Steve is also developing this as well, based on the wicked widow's peak he has whenever his hat is off.

- bro I wanna see Cesare and Munkustrap interact so bad. What if they get jealous of eachother like, "No! I'm the only emo twink that gets to make Steve's life a living hell, who the fck are you???"

- I want them. To fight lol

- Cat fight!!!!!

- I may be stretching with this one but Munkustrap and Cesare just look kinda visually similar to me? At least with the black onesie and the dark unkempt hair. You think there's a reason for that? Or is it more metaphorical, as in these are just two people who have an impact on Steve's life in that they do their best to not let him fit in with the general society?

- In the still of Munkustrap descending from the sky, Conrad is build like a brick shit house frfr

Just needed to get these thoughts out of my head so they don't weigh down on my humors and make me bad at art and work and remembering to eat food and sleep and bathe and breathe for the next however many months it is before another episode O-O

#bigtop burger #worthikids #btb #btb steve #btb cesare

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make-me-imagine · 10 months

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Worth Saving

Plot: When you are on a stealth mission in a rebel base, Obi-Wan must listen from a distance. When you are found out, injured and trapped, Obi-Wan races to save you, even when you tell him it's not worth it.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Gn!Reader

Prompt: A is alone and hurt badly, they can talk to B through an earpiece/phone. Eventually A stops talking and B thinks they lost them. But they find them alive.

Requested By: Anonymous; this is a really old mystery prompt request lmao

A/n: I don't recall if they've ever even used ear-pieces in Star Wars except for with pilots in their ships, or if they just like...don't exist. But let's pretend they do lol

Warnings: Mild cursing, mentions of blood and death, wounds. Pretty angsty. Lack of a sense of self-worth from reader.

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You tapped on the new piece of hardware hanging over your ear as you walked through the darkened backrooms of the base.

"Is this thing working?" You asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes, I can hear you just fine." You heard Obi-Wan's voice come through with a small amount of static mixed in.

"Oh good, now I can have your voice in my head telling me all the things I do wrong all the time now."

You could almost hear the smirk on Obi-Wan's face at your sarcastic remark before he replied "Perhaps this will stop you from making your impulsive decisions then."

"Don't get your hopes up."

Obi-Wan smiled again as he checked his scanners again. Even in these kinds of situations you could always make him smile.

He was nervous for you, being alone in a rebel base with no real knowledge of what you were actually looking for. And he hated that he was so far away, unable to get closer due to the base's ability to scan for ships.

So you snuck in yourself. Obi-Wan insisted on coming too, but you needed someone to be prepared to get you out fast, besides, if you got caught, there was a higher chance of him being recognized. You had a better ability of blending in, and no one knew your face, you couldn't be tracked back to the resistance.

"Damn"

Obi-Wan's heart dropped when he heard you curse, immedietely sitting up in his chair his hands hvering over the ships controls in case he needed to make his way to you.

"Y/n? What is it?"

"Someones coming, hold on." Your voice was barely audible, but Obi-Wan held his tongue, and his breath.

You snuck into a nearby room and leaned against the wall in the darkness. The sound of people walking past echoed through your ears.

Your heart was hammering as you held the handle of your phaser tightly.

"Y/n?" Obi-Wan's voice spoke softly, worry obvious.

"I'm good." You whispered and you heard an audible sigh of relief.

Looking around the room you had snuck into, you realized it was full of computers and paperwork. Looking closer, you saw drives locked up in a cabinet. Your interest piqued, you inched closer, wondering if the information on the drives might be valuable.

"I found a bunch of data drives"

"Any way of knowing what's on them?"

Breaking the lock, you took as many drives as you could fit in your bag. "No Idea but I grabbed some. I'm going to try and get into their system."

Able to hack in, you were only able to find one file on a potential weapon development for the rebels before you suddenly heard the door behind you slide open.

You dropped down, trying not to be seen, but you weren't fast enough.

"There they are!"

Through the comm's Obi-Wan heard an unfamiliar yell before the sound of weapons fire was heard. Obi-Wan immediately started the ship and made his way towards the base.

Hearing you grunt in pain, Obi-Wan's heart dropped "Y/n?"

"I've been hit" You said with panic in your voice as you fired your weapon at the rebels. Killing one, and wounding the other, you managed to get out of the room.

You raced down the corridors, your abdomen burning from your wound. As alarms started to blare through the base, you looked for a way out, but as the sound of running approached, you felt a sense of dread wash over you.

"I'll be there soon Y/n, can you get to the pick up point?"

"I'll get back to you on that."

Weapons fire filled the comm's again and panic coursed through Obi-Wan. He knew it was too dangerous to send you alone, he hated that he didn't go with you, he hated that he didn't risk the resistance being linked to the mission.

When silence came through the comm's Obi-Wan spoke "Y/n, what's going on?"

He heard your heavy breaths through the comm "I can't get out, they've got the place flooded with people. Obi-Wan, they knew I was here. They didn't just find me, they were looking for me."

Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat "Are you sure?"

You nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see you "Yes, they knew"

Anger and worry coursed through him, who found out? Or, who betrayed you?

"Where are you?"

"I found a small storage room, I'm hiding in, I don't know if they'll find me. If they do, I'm screwed."

"How are your injuries?"

You looked down at your body and you swallowed. After the first hit to your abdomen in the control room, the ambush of rebels in the hall did more damage. You had been hit in the shoulder, arm and leg. It wasn't good, you already felt your body weakening.

Your clothes were burned from the phaser fire, the wounds were cauterized, but blood seeped from them due to your desperate escape.

"Not good."

Obi-Wan's stomach turned "I'm almost there, just hang on okay?"

"Obi-Wan, don't"

"Don't what?"

"Don't come for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm too far into the base, it's too risky. And I'm too injured. It's not worth it."

Obi-Wan let out a scoff of anger and surprise.

"You mean you're not worth it?"

You always had this mindset. You always threw yourself into dangerous situations so other's didn't have too, because you thought you wouldn't be as missed, that you wouldn't be worth as much, that no one would really care if you died.

And he hated it, he hated that you didn't see your worth. He hated that you didn't see how much he cared.

Your silence told him exactly what he already knew.

"How can you still think that?" He asked, his voice desperate "How can you think after all this time, after all the people you've saved, that you aren't worth it?"

"It's an occupational hazard I guess." You spoke softly, obviously in pain, but he could hear the forced smile on your face as you spoke.

You were never one to want to worry him, so you always made jokes.

"Even if I don't think I'm worth it. It's too dangerous for you. The base is flooded with people, you may be a jedi, but you can't make it through all of them to find me. You'll get yourself killed."

"I'm coming to get you Y/n, nothing is stopping me."

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you weren't sure if it was because of the pain, panic, or the way Obi-Wan was speaking.

"Is this what it feels like to be you, when I make reckless decisions?"

You heard Obi-Wan let out a soft huff "Yes"

"No wonder you always get so upset with me."

"Occupational hazard" He mumbled as his knuckles turned white due to the grip of his hands.

He could hear your voice slowly getting softer, you were loosing strength.

"I'm getting close Y/n, just hang on."

You could hear the sound of footsteps nearby and fear coursed through you. You pointed you weapon at the door, prepared to fire if needed. Even if you'd die here, you wouldn't let them take you out easily.

The footsteps faded and you felt relief wash over you. You hissed as a jolt of pain shot through your stomach.

"Y/n?"

"Obi-Wan, it's too late." Your voice was softer now, as your eyelids grew heavier. Your clothes slowly soaked with blood, your wounds aching.

"Don't you dare say that. I know you're stronger than this, so just stay awake, I'm almost there!"

Obi-Wan could feel himself losing to his emotions, but he didn't care, not now. He couldn't lose you, he wouldn't.

"Always so worried about me, always caring so much more than others. Why?" You were mumbling but Obi-Wan could still hear you.

Obi-Wan felt his eyes burning, hearing the pain and worry in your tone "Don't you know?"

"Yes. But If I'm going to die I'd like to hear it at least once."

Obi-Wan shook his head, "You're not going to die. You're going to hold on, and I'll tell you in person. How does that sound?"

"So now you're trying to bribe me into surviving?"

"Anything to make you stay"

You didn't notice your grip loosening and your gun falling to the floor, or the way your body began to slump. You tried to focus on Obi-Wan's voice, to stay awake, but you felt yourself falling into darkness.

"I don't...think I h-have...a choice"

"Y/n? Y/n!"

When you didn't response, and he was only met with silence and static, dread washed over him.

"Y/n?"

Seeing the base come into view, Obi-Wan began to land his ship. Fear, anger and determination coursed through him. He wouldn't believe you were gone, not until he found you. And if- if you were dead, he wouldn't leave you here, not alone.

Obi-Wan managed to get half-way through the base before encountering rebels. After a fight, and a light wound to his arm, he made his way through the base again.

Reaching out with the force, he felt for your presence, any sign of you nearby. Feeling nothing, he felt his heart clench painfully in his chest.

Suddenly, just for a second, he felt a familiar presence, a sort of warmth washed over him, but then it was gone. But it was enough for him as he picked up his pace, and began running.

Finding a small door sort of hidden in a corridor, Obi-Wan knew it would be the sort of place you would go too. Going in silently, his eyes immediately spotted you at the back of the small room and his heart dropped.

You were still, no movement could be seen. Your phaser was lying on the ground beside you, your hands limp and head to the side. Your clothes were soaked with blood, as phaser burns could be seen.

Obi-Wan ran to you taking your face in his hands. He felt relief wash over him. You were still alive, though barely.

He knew it would e dangerous getting you out. He'd have to carry you, but he was not leaving you. Scooping you up into his arms, he made his way out into the corridor. He could hear the sound of footsteps nearby. Taking a breath, he started to run, to get you to safety, so save you.

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You weren't sure how long you had been in the darkness, lost and numb. But slowly, you started to feel as though there was someone in the darkness with you. Like you were underwater and someone was reaching for you, all you needed to do was take their hand.

"Don't go Y/n."

The voice was familiar, but you had trouble placing it. It was warm, it felt safe.

"I'm right here, we're almost out of this, just don't let go."

Suddenly, like a jolt of electricity you realized. It was Obi-Wan. He had come for you after all. But you were sure you were dead. Weren't you?

No. Not yet.

Darkness swallowed you again, but you felt lighter, as though you weren't drowning anymore, but floating, waiting to wake up.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, the room around you was unfamiliar, but the presence beside you was a comforting one.

Obi-Wan stared at you for a moment, surprised by your sudden consciousness. Relief followed quickly though as he leaned forward.

You met his eyes before you spoke, your voice soft "You came for me"

He smiled softly "Of course I did."

"Even though I told you not too."

"Yes"

Your eyes wandered to his arm, which was now in a sling. "You got hurt"

"Yes."

He saw the guilt cross your face and he reached out and placed his hand over the top of yours. You met his eyes again as he spoke.

"It's nothing serious. I got off a lot better than you did. You've been asleep for days."

You looked down at Obi-Wan's hand as it encased yours. "I heard you, talking to me. Telling me to hold on."

Obi-Wan smiled softly. He knew what you were referring too. When he finally got you back to the ship, he reached out to you with the force. He knew there was a connection to the force within you, even if you refused to acknowledge it. That was how you could hear him.

"And you did hold on."

You nodded softly, seemingly lost in thought. Obi-Wan squeezed your hand softly and you looked back to his face. Your eyes remained locked in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"You asked why I cared so much for you" He began, his voice uncertain, knowing the things he wanted to say were meant to stay a secret. Knowing he was going back on his own training and beliefs for simply feeling them.

You shook your head, stopping him "You don't need to tell me Obi-Wan"

Silence fell as your eyes remained locked. You knew how he felt, and he knew how you felt. But that was all it could be. And you both knew it.

In a moment of desperation, before you thought you were going to die, you wanted to hear him say it, just once. But now you were alive, safe again. And those words could no longer be said again.

"It's okay." You said softly, your emotion obvious in your voice "I know."

Obi-Wan smiled, but there was only sadness and regret behind it.

He wanted to tell you so badly, but both of you understood the consequences if he let those emotions take hold of him. You smiled at him, but there was sadness behind it. The same as he held onto.

You both knew how you felt, and you both knew that feeling was worth holing onto, worth saving until you could final feel it freely. But for now, it would remain unsaid.

xx End xx

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ayanominitrash · 5 months

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🌹You, me, prom? JJK x Reader🌹

All I ever wanted was to go to prom!

Jjk characters asking you to be their prom date in case you've never been to one:

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Gojo - dramatic

💙 would bother everyone in his friend group for ideas or for their help orstracizing this event

💙 he'd probs gather a band and do something as cliche as a sing and dance in your school hallway

💙 he'd stayed up all night making the banner of 'will you marry me' full of rose petals stuck at the edge of the paper

💙 marriage? Like I said, dramatic.

💙 or would probably prank you, sending one of your close friends to tell you that he was badly injured cus he got jumped, only for him to pull out a single rose from his back pocket in the middle of your sobbing session when you were yelling for someone to call 911

💙 you almost said no cus of that prank

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Geto - in private, more intimate

🖤 he'd ask you at some type of usual hangout, he'd want you to be comfortable

🖤 like in the library, sliding a sticky paper to you with his elegant writing. It'd be in the middle of your quiet study session. You read: 'pretty girl, be my prom date?'

🖤 or maybe at the cafe you two would frequent, the question scribbled in the barista's scrawny penmanship all the while misspelling your name 💀

🖤 easy yes for you, the two of you would continue whatever you're doing after that, settling in a comfortable silence while holding hands

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Sukuna - blunt, casual

❤️ 'so, we on together for prom, right'? 💀

❤️ 'I'll pick you up by 6pm.'

❤️ honestly, you weren't sure if he was going to ask you at all so you were already thinking of a way to ask him first

❤️ 'are you asking me to prom? You know what? Fuck it, yeah.'

❤️ he'd probably drag you away from the venue to leave prom early and do something more to his liking, 'This shit's too cheesy.'

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Shoko - low key sweet, comedic

🤎 will probably give some type of pastries or chocolate with a short handwritten letter about all of her admiration for you and asking you to be her prom date. She'd read this letter out loud for you and kiss your cheek if you say yes.

🤎 if she was feelin' a little goofy, she'd probs ask you the question and have the words 'yes' and 'no' written in two separate cigarette sticks. She'd tell you to light the one that says your answer 💀

🤎 'Since you lit this one, you owe me a cigarette :))'

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Naoya - almost formal, a bit of an ass

🧡 prolly ask while eating dinner at his family home, just the two of you, your hand in his. "I'd like to be your date for prom."

🧡 Will immediately sigh in relief and let go of your hand as soon as you said yes. "Good. As you should. You're going to have to dress well if you're going to be seen out with me. You have the budget for a dress or…?"

🧡 he's spewing all this while you can see his hands trembling, trying to cover this nervous tick as he moves his utensils. He ain't slick. He's secretly as excited as you are.

🧡'we're going to match our outfits, of course.'

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Bonus:

Mei Mei:

💜 I'll be your prom date - name your price.

💜 (I was gonna insert a joke bout u know what but it's best to stop myself here).

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These are probs cliche's from the movies, sorry. The school I was going to during my Junior year didn't do proms :(( Which one from here is ur fave? Or how were you asked if you went to prom? Help me cope lol.

I'm thinking of opening asks, is that even a good idea cus I get frequent writing blocks,

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Could you write batdad reader getting kidnapped and tortured by the court of owls because he was a top notch assassin but left them . But batfam don’t know this or maybe just Bruce so the y have to rescue him and become over protective

I can and I fricking will! I have to know, how you guys come up with these ideas, I'm jealous... Either way lets go! This a long one...

Summary: (Y/N) left his life as a Court of Owl's assassin long ago, knowing how difficult it would be. Bruce knew and they were happy together. But with a change of the Grandmaster, (Y/N) is going to be brought back to hell.

Warnings: Violence, torture, protective Bruce, protective boys, badly written fighting scenes by the author

(Y/N) knew something was wrong. Whenever Bruce came back from patrol, he was nervous, saying that there was something happening in the city. (Y/N) couldn't disagree. He noticed it too. He had friends that were underground, who were listening to the whispers about certain criminals if Bruce needed some information.

But they were nervous, hiding in the shadows. (Y/N) was nervous too. Court of Owls was far too quiet for their liking. Bruce knew that (Y/N) was nervous and afraid, knowing that Court of Owls was a sensitive subject for (Y/N). He knew what (Y/N) had been through and it was nothing short of hell.

He wouldn't allow (Y/N) to go through that again. Never again.

And he didn't know why he was nervous at work. Bruce couldn't focus on anything today. Something was bothering him and he couldn't shake the feeling off. He had a bad feeling. He even texted (Y/N) to be careful today, just in case.

(Y/N) was going to be home later than usual. He needs to meet up with his friends from the underground. They said there was something important for (Y/N) to know and he would be damned if he didn't know this new information. Apparently it was something big. He would let Bruce know later.

And that's why (Y/N) was in this shabby bar, known for being a spot for intel exchange. He was in the corner, nursing a cup of whiskey. He was a sucker for a good whiskey. And this bar had good whiskey. He looked at person who sat down across from him.

" Hello (Y/N). "

" Hello to you too, Eli. Some whiskey? " (Y/N) offered, showing him his glass.

" No thanks. I have some big news. "

Eli readjusted in his seat, looking at the table.

" Court of Owls has a new Grandmaster. "

(Y/N) drank some of his whiskey. Oh no. This is not good.

" And the word is he is looking for the Reaper. "

(Y/N) blinked a few times. That was his codename back then. He abandoned it, put it behind him. That nickname had so much blood connected to it.

He drank all of the whiskey that was in the glass. No. He had a happy life, he can't go back there. He can't leave Bruce and his boys.

" What? " (Y/N) whispered, trying to remain calm.

" According to the information I heard, he is far more dangerous then the last one. And... He is hellbent on getting you back. You need to run (Y/N). Leave everything behind and don't look back. "

(Y/N) shook his head. He can't leave. He can't leave Bruce.

" I can't. I have a family now, I can't leave them behind. "

Eli sighed at his friend's answer. There was no such thing as family in their world. Only survival and violence.

" (Y/N), you are like my brother and I always wanted you to have a good life, but forget that now. Remember the time we had to run from them? Run as if the devil is chasing you, although, there is no difference between them. " Eli said, leaning forward to grab (Y/N)'s hands.

" (Y/N), you need to run. I'm serious. I'm nothing to them, but you were their top assassin. Do you really think that they would let you go that easily? "

" Eli, I can't leave my boys. I can't... "

" You are still so stubborn my friend. I'm telling you, you need to run now. That's the only piece of advice I can give. " Eli said, standing up.

" I have to go now. Watch your back. I have a feeling they will try something tonight. "

" If I don't get back to you by midnight tonight, find Batman. "

Eli nodded, knowing that (Y/N) had alliance with Batman. He didn't know that (Y/N) was romantically involved with the Dark Knight. As much as he loved Eli like a brother, but he didn't need to know.

That call was a precaution. Bruce knew about Eli and (Y/N) told him that if something were to happen to him, go to Eli. Bruce didn't want to do that, claiming he could keep (Y/N) safe. But (Y/N) knew that Court of Owl's assassins were dangerous and skilled.

And (Y/N) had a feeling he won't make it back to the manor now. Maybe the assassin will kidnap him tonight. God only knows. He paid the bill and left the bar. He took a deep breath. He promised himself he would never go back into an assassin mode, but... It's about his survival now.

He was observant, looking at his environment and got himself ready for a potential fight. He was already very well trained, but he still trained with Bruce. Whoever trained Bruce was good. He still had a long way to go, but he felt confident enough to fight. He could only hope that he didn't have to fight.

He took his phone and was about to call Bruce, but a person jumped in front of him. He was lucky to be in an alley. He tilted his head at the person, eyeing him up and down. He put his phone into his pocket.

" Hello Wrath. I haven't seen you in a while. "

Wraith chuckled, taking a syringe from his pocket. (Y/N) knew it was some sort of sedative. He won't go down with them.

" Reaper... Would you believe me if I said that the Court missed you? "

" No. "

Wrath chuckled once more, before lunging at (Y/N). (Y/N) side stepped, making sure to trip Wrath. Then, he ran. His goal was to get out of an alley, but another assassin jumped in front of him. Now he was surrounded. Great. He didn't want to do this, but he had to. He kicked the assassin near him, making him fall to the ground with a thud. Then he ran.

He wasn't going to stay here. Not by a longshot. He climbed up to the roof. Bruce is patrolling now, (Y/N) knew it. He could only hope that Bruce would come to this area soon. Then he ran once more, knocking on the assassins of the roof. This brings back some memories... Some really bad ones.

No. He won't remember that life now. If he is caught, he is good as dead. He jumped to another roof, rolling forward. He stopped in his tracks once a familiar assassin came in front of him.

His rival in the Court. Codename Ghost. (Y/N) knew that Ghost hated him because (Y/N) was at the top. All the important missions went to (Y/N) and Ghost was stuck at the position number 2. And once (Y/N) escaped, he got the number 1 by default. Not by being better than (Y/N).

" Reaper, I can't say that I missed you. "

" I can say the same thing too. "

(Y/N) eyed the same syringe in Ghost's hands. It seems they are not supposed to harm him, but simply sedate him and bring him to the HQ. If that happens he is going to be dead.

He lunged at Ghost, knocking the syringe out of his hand. Not happening. They were fighting and (Y/N) was getting tired. He truly forgot how physical these fights can get. (Y/N) didn't train with the same intensity as before and Ghost had the upper hand in that department.

And as the result, (Y/N) got sloppy. He was kicked down on the ground and held down by others assassins ad Ghost loomed over him. He could see a smirk.

" Good night. "

(Y/N) felt his eyes closing as the sedative was administered. His only thought was his family. He thought of Bruce and the boys. He was going to get out no matter what. He was going to come back. No matter what.

Bruce was restless on patrol. He tried calling (Y/N), but couldn't reach him. He was getting more and more worried and the boys noticed. They were worried about their new dad and Bruce was being secretive. Jason was the one who broke the silence.

" Okay old man, where is (Y/N)? You know something. " The other three looked at Bruce.

" I have suspicions. And I hope I'm wrong about them. Follow me boys. "

" Where are we going father? " Damian asked.

" We are going to see (Y/N)'s friend. He will know what happened. "

And from here it was quiet. Nobody said anything as they were moving across the city quickly. The thought of kidnapping was there and the boys knew that was a big possibility, but they didn't want it to be true. Who would want to kidnap (Y/N)?

Bruce dropped onto the roof where Eli was standing. Bruce sighed as he saw Eli's face. Shit.

" What happened Eli? "

" (Y/N) was taken. "

" What is happening? Why is the city so nervous? " Bruce asked Eli, hoping for an answer.

" The Court changed its Grandmaster. And he ordered his men to bring back the Reaper. "

Bruce froze. Oh God... No... That was (Y/N)'s codename and that mean that (Y/N) was taken by the court and... No. He promised (Y/N) he would never let (Y/N) go through that hell.

" Who is the Reaper? " Jason asked, unaware that his second dad was one of the best assassins that Court of Owls had to offer.

" Thank you Eli. I know where I need to go. "

Eli nodded and then left. Now he had to break the news to the boys. Shit.

" There is something you don't know about (Y/N). He was the Reaper, the best assassin in the Court of Owls. "

And there it was. All hell broke loose. Damian was the most critical one. Bruce sighed as he listened to them.

" Okay! I get it, but he escaped. He is changed. Do you really think that I would let anybody in our home? Near you guys? " Bruce asked them.

Nobody had an answer.

" We are going to talk about this once we get (Y/N) back. We have to find him now. God only knows what they are doing to him now. "

And Bruce was right. They need to find him now because he was not okay. He was laying down on the concrete floor. His hands were tied behind his back. He just took the biggest beating of his life. They beat his torso, punched him in the face so much that they knocked out a tooth. He was completely defenseless.

He hoped that Bruce found Eli. He could only hope. He tried to roll over when he heard the door opening, but his body protested. The acting Grandmaster or the acting bastard as (Y/N) thought of him.

" I hope we can talk now when you are calm. "

" What is there to talk about? You kidnapped me because you want me to come back. "

" True. But don't forget, we gave you a home. We saved you from death. Your parents abandoned you when you were just a baby. And you turn your back on your family? "

(Y/N) spat out some more blood.

" You were never my family. You were my owners, using me as puppet for your plans. I never meant anything to you. " (Y/N) gritted out through his teeth. How dare he?

" But you were my favorite. I watched you grew up to be the best of the best. I have a big vision for this Court. And you are going to help me fulfill it. But I need to break you first. You need to be the assassin I know you can be. And the sooner you realize that nobody is coming for you the better. "

(Y/N) coughed some more, mumbling curses under his breath. He won't give in. No matter what he says, he won't believe him.

" I can't wait to see you back as the number one assassin. "

And with that (Y/N) was left alone. He closed his eyes, thinking of Bruce. Bruce was going to find him. He just needs to be patient.

Bruce and the boys were relentless in their search. They weren't going to go home until they find him. Bruce was not going to give up. It's been approximately 5 hours since (Y/N) was taken. Anything could have happened to him.

" Father? "

" Yes Damian? "

" Do you really love (Y/N)? "

Bruce glanced at his son. They took a break on the roof. They needed to regroup and rethink. He smiled at the thought of (Y/N). He always brought a smile on his face.

" I do. I wouldn't allow him to meet any of you if I wasn't one hundred percent sure. "

" Does he love us? " Jason asked. He was as suspicious as Damian. but to a lesser measure.

" Yes. He loves you like you are his own children. "

Jason nodded, going back to his thoughts.

" Okay, where do we find him? " Dick asked everyone, rubbing his eyes.

" I may have something gentlemen. " Alfred came in from the comms. " There is some suspicious activity at the Gotham City Cemetery in Bristol. Well, next to it at least. It's worth checking out, no? "

" We will check it out Alfred, thanks for the info. " Bruce thanked Alfred and called the Batmobile. If this is it, then they need to act quickly.

(Y/N) coughed out the water from his mouth. They were waterboarding him. He struggled against the other assassins who were holding him down. He saw Ghost and the way he smirked at him. Bastard of the first degree. When he gets free, he is going to bash his face into the concrete.

" I always wanted to see this. " Ghost commented. (Y/N) laughed as he coughed the water out.

" Pray to God I don't get free. " (Y/N) threatened, glaring at Ghost.

Ghost mocked him by smacking his lips as if (Y/N) was a baby.

" Mock me all you want, but if I do get free you are going to be dead. "

Ghost laughed, but became serious once the alarm went off. He looked at (Y/N) once more, frowning.

" Who is coming for you? " Ghost asked as the others filtered out to fight the intruders.

" You shall wait and see. "

" Who is coming? " Ghost asked once more, grabbing (Y/N)'s throat.

(Y/N) smirked at the reaction, despite being choked to death. " Batman. " He whispered, watching Ghost's face harden. But what made it even better was the fact that Damian was standing behind Ghost.

" Good night. " (Y/N) said as Damian knocked him out. He muttered something in Arabic before cutting (Y/N)'s restraints.

" Can you walk? "

" I can. Is everyone else okay? "

" Yeah, they are just clearing out this hideout. "

(Y/N) nodded, standing up. He blinked a few times before he followed Damian out. He was Bruce fighting with all his might. Holy shit was it a beautiful sight. No, no time to salivate. Time to fight.

" (Y/N)! " Bruce called out as he knocked out an assassin.

He ran towards his lover, scooping him up in his arms and running towards the exit. The boys were helping out with clearing out the path.

Bruce relaxed as he put (Y/N) in the car and as they drove away, but he won't be relaxed until they reach the manor.

" You okay? " Bruce asked.

" Somewhat. They knocked out my tooth. "

" Alfred will patch you up. "

" Do the boys know about my past? "

" We do. " Jason said from the back. " But we don't love you any less. If Bruce trusts you, so do we. "

(Y/N) teared up. He was going to adopt them one day.

As much as (Y/N) loved them, they were way overprotective. They watched every single move he made, they also made sure that he wouldn't get out of bed unless it was for the bathroom.

" Guys, you are going overboard. I'm fine. "

Jason simply raised his eyebrow as he took his seat by (Y/N)'s bed.

" You are even taking shifts? Really? "

" You will never be kidnapped. Ever again. Not on our watch. "

(Y/N) laughed as he rolled his eyes.

" I will take over Jason. " Bruce said, entering with (Y/N) favorite snack.

" Okay. Make sure he stays in bed. "

(Y/N) sighed as Bruce laughed. (Y/N) was adorable. He sat next to (Y/N), offering him the snack.

" Bruce, this is getting out of hand. "

" We are all protective of the people we love my love. "

(Y/N) just leaned on Bruce, closing his eyes.

" Thank you for coming for me. "

" Always. For as long as I live, I will always come. "

(Y/N) leaned his head up and kissed Bruce. It was a soft, gentle kiss. A promise. (Y/N) was also going to save Bruce. No matter what.

#batman x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics

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bisexuallsokka · 20 days

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25 from the prompt list!! :)

25. a kiss as a 'yes'

Zuko can't keep his eyes off Sokka.

This is nothing new, of course. At this point in their years of marriage, preceded by years of friendship that turned into years of dating, Zuko is sure he has spent hours of his life staring at Sokka.

This, though...this is different.

He watched Sokka's brilliant smile all night as he played and talked with his niece and nephews for hours. He saw Sokka running around with them, playing tag and hide and go seek and half a dozen games the kids had invented until Sokka needed to rest his knee and found himself with a lap full of three young kids mere moments after sitting down. Zuko smiled fondly as Sokka read the three of them books until all four of them were on the verge of falling asleep. Zuko saw every hug and forehead kiss he gave the kids as they said their goodbyes, saw Sokka's eyes getting misty at their protest of his leaving, saw the content smile on his face as he drove.

Once they are home and getting ready for bed, Sokka catches him looking a few times until he grins and teases, "Is there something on my face?"

Zuko smiles. "No. I just...I love how much you love those kids. I love them too, of course, but you are crazy about them. It's cute."

"Yeah, well, I can't help it that they are so cute."

"They're getting so big," Zuko says. "Do you ever...miss when they were smaller?"

Sokka shrugs. "I thought I would, but I love seeing their personalities emerge as they grow. It's so funny seeing them act just like Aang or Katara."

"Don't you miss their newborn snuggles though?" Zuko asks.

Sokka eyes him suspiciously. "Obviously. I'm not a monster. Wait, did you-" he starts, eyes lighting up for a moment before he calms down. "Never mind. No way is Katara pregnant, she's told me she's done having kids." He still gives Zuko a side eye, and Zuko laughs.

"She's not pregnant, no. We were talking about something else all night."

"Okay," Sokka says, giving him his full attention, now definitely on Zuko's case. "It has to do with babies?"

Zuko nods, trying his hardest to not betray his nervousness. He's not nervous about what he's trying to ask Sokka, he knows he wants it, but he also knows how badly Sokka wants it, so Zuko wants this moment to be special. Sokka, looking confused, just waits for Zuko to elaborate, and Zuko swallows. "Well, I've been talking with Azula-"

"She is pregnant?" Sokka says, eyebrows shooting up, and Zuko can't help but laugh at the bewildered expression on his face.

"No, definitely not," he says quickly. "She just-- well, you see, she's been...she's a lawyer, yeah? And not the kind that we...but she has connections...she has some good recommendations..."

Sokka looks completely lost, so Zuko stops, takes a deep breath, and says, "She gave me a list of good family lawyers. Ones that have experience with adoption cases."

At first, he thinks Sokka hadn't heard him, he's more still than Zuko has ever seen him in his life. But then, his eyes widen, barely enough for Zuko to notice. Zuko doesn't think he's even breathing.

"This is something that we have talked about but we always dropped it, leaving it for some future discussion because we were busy or low on money or distracted by one thing or another. I know how badly you want kids, and I was nervous about it at first, but now I know how badly I want to have kids with you, and it's been all I can think about the last few times we have been at Katara's, and I swear she read my mind because she started talking about it tonight and everything just feels right, so if you are ready, if you think it's a good time-"

He doesn't get to finish his rambling. Sokka shoots across the room, his hands gently cradling Zuko's face as he looks into his husband's eyes. Sokka's own eyes are wide and excited and so damn beautiful, and he says, "You're serious?"

"More serious than I've ever been ab--hmmph!"

He's taken by surprise as Sokka interrupts him again, this time with a kiss so fierce it honestly kind of hurts. Zuko smiles into it nonetheless, his arms reaching for Sokka's waist to pull him closer.

Sokka's lips widen into a smile as well, and when they pull back, Zuko asks, "So is that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes, you dumbass," Sokka says, going for exasperated but failing as his tears are overflowing and Zuko reaches a hand up to wipe them away, not registering his own tears until Sokka does the same for him.

#me 🤝 sokka: being completely obsessed with our sibling's kids #i will never have my own though that is where we differ #peanut butters my jam #ask me stuff #my writing #prompts #this is jo's evil twin the one who loves dads zukka id like to dedicate this to all the fellow zukka dads nation members out there #esp their ceo dani marriedzukka

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mechanicalpiper · 20 days

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helluo....would u write a henchman who Really likes cats and villain who has cat based power (which technically means they also have the habits of a cat (i.e loaf, etc etc.)) . wirh the ears n tails n stuff

HENCHMAN X VILLAIN? SAY NO MORE!

Love this prompt, was a really fun write :3

Got fuckin sappy with this one (I mean tbf I have for most of them but you know)

Snippet #6

Henchman peeked up from their work again for maybe the thousandth time so far- they couldn't keep themself focused on the paperwork on their desk with that view constantly at the side of the room!

Villain was laying prone across one of the couches in the room. They were usually meant for people waiting on Henchman for meetings and whatnot but about an hour ago Villain just sat down and got comfy, idly batting around a small pet toy in front of them.

Henchman couldn't take their eyes off- they'd barely completed half a page of the stack in front of them since Villain settled there.

They just looked so goddamn cute!! Their fluffy little cat ears flicking around playfully, their genuine enjoyment of and intent focus on the toy in front of them despite their typical seriousness, their generally adorable face looking so content right now-

"Do you need something, Henchman?"

They snapped out of their daydream at Villain's firm voice calling them out for losing focus, still just as stern and precise as ever despite their adorably tonally unfitting current activity.

"N-Not at all, Villain!" Henchman hastily lied, directing their attention back at their paperwork.

"Then don't lose focus."

Henchman looked down at their paper, trying their hardest to keep their attention on it... but god, they couldn't take their mind off Villain. They so badly wanted to just... pet them, feel that soft fur, hear lil sounds of contentment from them...

After about a minute of failing to keep their mind on anything but their adorable feline boss, they sighed and looked back up.

They weren't sure if asking this was a good idea, but they figured it was either this or disobey Villain by continuing to get nothing done, and they'd rather do absolutely anything than disobey Villain.

"V-Villain?"

They looked up from the toy again to see Henchman... blushing. They weren't sure why, but it was honestly kind of adorable to see. "Yes?"

"I'm, uh... well- uh, I'm getting a little too... d-distracted to focus? Can I take a small break-?"

They hastily whispered something after 'break' that Villain couldn't quite make out. They cocked their head to the side in a way that made Henchman melt just a little more.

"What was that last part, Henchman?"

"O-OH, uh, well, it- uh, well, y'know, it's like- well, I mean-"

"Shh." Villain interrupted, causing Henchman to stop instantly. "Take your time."

It flustered Henchman even more, but they kept it together enough to take a few deep breaths and gather their thoughts.

"Okay... I also- well, I didn't mean to, but-"

"Focus."

"U-Understood. I... asked if I could maybe... pet you a little, too...?"

Henchman was both blushing like mad and was nervous as all hell. It was such a stupid thing to ask, especially to someone this powerful, notorious, and rather amoral. They braced for the reacti-

"Eh, sure. I've got nothing better to do."

Henchman blinked a few times in surprise, processing that they were actually just granted permission before being completely overtaken by excitement.

"REALLY?" They squealed embarrassingly loud, still trying to be careful just in case.

"Ow- Quiet! But... yes." They grumbled back.

"Q-Quiet! Got it!!" Henchman stuttered out, quickly and eagerly going around their desk to the couch. They kneeled next to the couch to be directly next to Villain's head laying on it instead of awkwardly sitting next to their sprawled form.

They took another quick deep breath when they got there to steady themself- they didn't want to be TOO overzealous and make Villain regret their decision. Keeping themself calm for Villain's sake, they gently reached a hand out to brush it across Villain's head... and they let out a gasp, almost melting on the spot.

It was so, so much better than they could've imagined.

It was soft. Not just Villain's precious cat ears, but their beautiful hair entirely! Villain's ears even twitched and they let out a small, adorable sigh on contact!

What got to Henchman the most, though was the temperature.

It was so... warm. Villain was so warm.

Henchman couldn't remember the last time they felt anything like it.

They reached their hand slightly forward to scratch behind Villain's ears. The little sigh that escaped, the visible release of tension as Villain felt the scratch... Henchman had never seen anything so precious in their life, they couldn't get enough of it!

They moved their other hand up as well to pet Villain with both, who let out a typical catlike drawn-out, squeaky yawn in response that almost brought Henchman to tears.

Still maintaining contact, they slowly went from kneeling by the couch to sitting on top of it just next to Villain... who pulled themself forward to rest their head on Henchman's lap.

So much built up serotonin flooded through Henchman, they felt like they could've died on the spot, but they were more than content with that happening by now. The feeling of Villain on their lap, accepting their affection like this... the immense, wonderful sensation of warmth wasn't just physically. They felt so, so comfortable. Safe. Content.

Minutes passed as Henchman cherished every passing second they got to spend like this. They didn't realize how much they'd been wanting... any kind of comforting touch at all, let alone from Villain.

Villain didn't expect to like it... but here they were, relaxed in Henchman's lap, feeling their touch, hearing their precious, flustered, loving, grateful little noises and reactions... they could get used to this. It felt amazing to make Henchman so happy.

As minutes passed, Villain slowly began to doze off. From another small yawn to precious little mumbles to the tiny, slow breaths of sleep, it was impossibly easy to drift off in an environment this comfortable.

It didn't take long for Henchman to follow.

The most peaceful, restful night of either of their lives followed... and even better ones were soon to follow.

Neither had felt so safe before.

#heroes and villains #writeblr #wholesome #writing snippet #creative writing #cuddles #villain x henchman #henchman x villain

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searchingforgravity · 1 year

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Call Me Daddy (Austin Butler x Reader)

Fandom: Austin Butler

Prompt: You and Austin have been friends since high school, becoming closer since graduating. One night you both are at the same party a mutual friend is throwing and you two get a little too drunk, turning to each other for a little sexual gratification. After that night, the tension between you is stifling until you smoke together at his house, the traction finally reaching its peak.

TW: Sex, smut, oral (female receiving), titty fucking, orgasm denial, dirty talk, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, daddy kink

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 4030

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you guys like it!

"Hey, honey," Austin breathes as a soft smile plays on his face, opening the door wide for you to come in. You feel the tension in the air as soon as he opens the door. Only just last week the two of you were in the kitchen of your friends house at a party, unabashedly shoving your tongues down the others throat. You don't remember much from that night because of the many shots of burning liquor you were throwing back along with the other party goers. The next morning you swore to yourself you wouldn't drink that much again as you retched up food from the day before countless times in the toilet. You wonder to yourself how well Austin remembers that night as you look into his crystal blue eyes.

Neither one of you mentioned the party as you assumed it would just be easier that way. Maybe it was just a hook up for him. Isn't that what it was for you too? All you can remember is how badly you had wanted him that night, how you wanted him to take you home and have his way with you. You don't remember how you got home that night, but you know you came home alone. You are suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when you feel his hand on your shoulder, sending a shock wave through you. "Are you gonna come in?"

You swallow harshly as you step in through the entryway, your body going ridged as his scent fills your senses, reminding you of just how close you two were as you suddenly remember him pressing his body up against you in that kitchen. You shake your thoughts away as you two make your way to the living room. "Your awfully quiet. Is everything okay?" he asks cautiously. You look back at him and there is apprehension in his eyes. Maybe it was a bad idea coming here so soon after what happened at that party. You can't get his damn lips off of your mind. "Y-yeah, sorry. I'm just a little nervous about smoking. I don't really do it often," you say, reminding yourself of why you came here in the first place. You know Austin smokes a lot, and you wanted to be comfortable while smoking in case you got anxious; he was the first person you thought of.

"I understand. I'll be here with you the whole time, and if you ever get anxious just let me know and I'll try to help you as best I can," he reassures, making you more at ease as you sit on his couch. You take out the weed you got from a friend and just hold it awkwardly. After he settles on the couch beside you, he quirks an eyebrow at your stiff posture, a smirk forming on his face. "God, you are nervous, aren't you?" he jokes as he picks up the tv remote. You huff at his comment as you try to make yourself look less awkward. "I don't do this a lot, Austin, I'm nervous, okay?" you say defensively. You cross your arms over your chest and you don't realize it accentuates your breasts, making Austin do a double take when he looks over at you. You quickly drop your arms, embarrassed, as he turns his gaze back to the tv, clearing his throat.

After you guys pick something to watch, he motions for you to give him the weed and you offer it up, you finger grazing his hand softly, a jolt of electricity running up your arm. You wonder if he feels the same as he catches your gaze for a brief second before bringing his focus back to the task at hand. "Uh...I like rolling, is that okay with you?" he questions, his cheeks suddenly flushed. "Yeah, you're the expert," you joke making a smirk form on his lips.

You never knew that the act of rolling a joint could be so sensual. You suck in a breath as you watch how his fingers worked the weed into the thin brown paper. You almost lose it when he brings it up to his lips, his tongue darting out to swipe across the edge. As he does this, his gaze comes back to yours and you have to stop yourself from whining out at the sight. Just as quickly as he brings it to his tongue, he pulls it away, rolling it up the rest of the way. When his thumb and index finger come to twist the end of it, you imagine how that same action would feel on your already hardening nipples. You blush at yourself for having such a thought as you shift slightly in your seat. Austin mistakes this action for you being nervous as his hand comes to squeeze your knee. "I'm right here, honey," he whispers.

You swallow as you see him light the end of the joint, inhaling deeply. You rub you thighs together ever so gently as you see him suck in as he pulls away, before softly blowing out the smoke. You're pulled out of your thoughts when he turns his attention towards you. "Damn, this is strong. Take it slow," he instructs as he holds it out for you to take. Your hands are suddenly shaking as you take it from his fingers, now not only from your nerves. "Okay," you breathe apprehensively. "Here, bring it up to your lips," he instructs, guiding you through it as he inches slightly closer. You do as he says, wrapping your lips around the filter.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him bite down on his bottom lip absentmindedly, making you clench your thighs together yet again. "Good, now inhale. Make sure you get it down your throat," he whispers, his gravelly voice making your cheeks flush as you listen to his instructions.

After hacking up a lung at the first hit, it's not long before you both are high, red pigmenting your eyes as your suddenly laughing at nothing and alternating between talking to watching the tv. Somewhere throughout this, Austin has inched his way over so your guys' shoulders are almost touching. The closeness of him makes you turn your attention to the pool forming in your panties, the show you're watching now in the background. You glance at his face and his eyebrows are knit together, as if he has to put a great amount of effort into watching the show; that something else was on his mind. Suddenly, you can't take your eyes off of him, images of the party is the only thing on your mind. Scattered memories of him gently biting your bottom lip, groaning softly as he pressed his hard on against your throbbing cunt. Because of how high you are, you don't realize you've suddenly gone quiet, your gaze intense on him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he chuckles, but there is no uncomfortability in his voice as he turns his attention towards you, pulled away from the tv. You look up in his eyes and there is something unreadable in them, but they are intense on you. "Sorry, I'm pretty high," you admit, suddenly becoming bashful. "It's alright. Me too," he breathes. Then, suddenly, he asks "How are you feeling after that party?"

A stiff tension hangs in the air. He finally voices what both of you have been thinking since the moment you stepped in his house. You don't know whether he's referring to your hangover or the fact that you two were basically going at it in the kitchen. You don't have to look in a mirror to know that your cheeks are bright red at his words, but you feel more pooling in your panties, the weed affecting you in ways you didn't realize it could. "Fine now. I felt like shit the day after, though," you chuckle nervously, looking down at your feet. "Yeah, me too. I'm glad the Uber I put you in made sure you got home okay." Wait, he got you an Uber? You look into his eyes, suddenly desperate to be closer to him. "Y-You got me an Uber?" you question, breathless. "Yeah, you started not feeling so well, I thought it would be best," he sighs, his eyes trialing down to your lips before quickly looking away. "Really wanted to take you home with me, though..." he mumbles as he looks away, saying it so quietly you aren't sure if you imagined it. You decide to respond anyway, the weed making you feel things for him more intensely than you thought it would. "I really wanted you to."

His eyes snap back to yours in an instant, something dangerous playing in them. He parts his lips as an almost inaudible sigh escapes them. He shifts slightly in his seated position, his eyes dropping to your breasts so quickly it's as if he'd wanted to look at them the whole time. "Shit," he sighs to himself, swallowing harshly. You're both glued to your positions on the couch, not knowing how to proceed. You decide to make to make the first move as you lean over to him slowly. His breathing becomes ragged as he just watches you, his chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation. You bring your leg over his waist straddling him, and sigh when you feel his warm body pressed against yours, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your waist.

Then you feel his erection against you, hard as a rock. A soft whine escapes your lips at this, the body high you feel making every little touch enhanced. "Need you so bad," he gasps, his eyes raking up your body. His hands cautiously make there way up your waist, ghosting along the edges of your breasts, when you gently grab his wrists, pulling them to fully cup your tits. He groans at this as he circles his hips up to yours, leaning his head up to capture your lips in his.

You meet him halfway as you feel his warm lips on yours, softly moaning at the feeling. He gently squeezes your breasts, and can't help the strangled moan that slips from his mouth, vibrating on your lips as he cautiously brings his tongue to yours, not wanting to overwhelm you in your current state, but needing you desperately. Your hands come to thread through his hair upon feeling his tongue on yours, the sensation causing you to whine out again as you grind against him. "Fuck, those damn noises you make," he groans, pulling away to kiss your neck.

"Do you want to? How are you feeling?" He questions after licking a stripe down to a dip in your collarbone, just above your shirt. You smile at this, appreciating him checking in on you. "Austin, I need you, please," you whimper, the high you're experiencing making you crave him even more. "Okay, sweetheart." He gently lifts you up by your hips, carrying you to his bedroom as he kicks the door shut. He starts kissing your neck again, desperately now as he suckles at the soft skin. You moan softly at this as he sits you on the bed, his fingers playing with the hem on your shirt, hesitating slightly. You are quick to to help him take your shirt off, showing him how desperate you are for him. You then unhook the clasp to your bra, throwing it on the floor.

"God damn," he groans, his voice lowering as he quickly removes his shirt as well. He can't take his eyes off of your now fully exposed breasts as he inches closer to you, gently pushing you back against the pillows. "They're so fucking perfect," he mumbles as he brings his lips to your collarbone, slowly trailing down to your chest, leaving a burning, wet trial as he slides his tongue over every dip and crevice. You suck in a breath when he takes your left nipple in his mouth, bringing his other hand to your right one. You arch into his touch, now on fire as you thread your hands through his hair, needing him closer.

He hums lightly as he continues his gentle assault on your breasts, alternating as he gives your other nipple just as much attention. By the time he licks a hot stripe up the valley between your breasts, you are a moaning mess underneath him, grinding against his leg for friction. He groans as he brings his lips to whisper in your ear. "Don't get there without me, baby." You giggle softly as you run your fingers along his shoulders. "Hurry then, take off your pants."

He is quick to do as you say, gingerly yanking his pants down his legs along with his boxers. You inhale sharply as you see his erection; you weren't expecting the size. "W-What, what happened," he says breathlessly, his arousal evident as his cheeks are now a light shade of pink. He sees you looking at his dick and his concern quickly changes to lust. "You're so big, Austin," you say in half shock as a mischievous smirk plays along his lips. "I think you can take it, honey," he groans, a hint of smugness in his voice at your words.

You pull him back against you as you bring your lips to his. He eagerly meets you kiss as he cups your face in his hands, gently grinding himself on your fully clothed heat. Suddenly, his hands are on the button of your pants, popping it out of place and zipping your zipper down quickly. Before he pulls your pants down, he brings his hand to your clothed pussy, feeling that you had completely drenched a spot on the fabric. "Fuck, you're so wet you soaked through your damn pants," he groans, a sudden dominance playing in his voice. "You want me that much, huh?"

Your cheeks flush at his sudden boldness. You are absolutely loving it. "Austin," you breathe, embarrassment and lust seeping through your voice. "You don't have to be ashamed of wanting me, baby," he mutters in your ear, gently kissing your neck. You sigh at his ministrations as your fingers thread through his hair again. He grinds down on your more exposed cunt and you moan out in pleasure, your hands coming to his already slightly sweaty back. His composure changes slightly as he stills, pulling his face up to look at you. "What's wrong?" you ask, searching his eyes. He just shakes his head and you can tell he wants to say something. "I- uh...I want to ask you something..." he trails, unsure of how to approach the question. "Before we start, can you...do you something for me? You can say no," he continues, and you think you know where he's going with this.

You smirk, looking down at his erection. "Of course I can," you say as you start to inch yourself down the bed. You see his cheeks flush as he stops you, making you look at him in confusion. "Not that I wouldn't love if you did that for me, but...I was thinking something else," he mumbles. You trail you eyes to where he glances at your breasts, not entirely gathering what he's trying to say. He sees that you don't understand and he huffs quietly in sexual frustration. "I uh, wanna fuck your tits."

You eyes widen slightly at his brash words. "Oh," you breathe as his face flushes slightly. "I-I'm sorry, I should've worded it differently," he mutters, silently scolding himself. "No! It's alright, I...liked it. You can," you admit as you bring your lips to his neck, easing his mind. "Okay," he groans as he watches you bring your hands to your chest, squeezing you boobs together. "Yeah, that's good, honey," he breathes as he kisses the top of your chest, his nose slightly nuzzling between them for a moment before he pulls away, spitting unto his hand. He hastily stokes himself a few times before bringing his dick to your chest. "Loosen up just a little, sweet heart," he mumbles and you obey, loosening your grip on your chest so he can slide through. He guides his cock through the valley between your breasts, thrusting softly. "Jesus Christ," he groans, he eyes glued to you chest as he pulls back before rocking forward again.

You bite your lip as you look at his face, pure bliss playing on his features. His eyes close gently as he thrusts hard. "Feels so good," he groans as he brings his right hand up to massage your nipple, his left hand supporting him up on the bed. "Fuck, Austin," you moan, bucking up into nothing.

After a few more thrusts, sweat starts beading on his temple as his breaths come in short gasps, his lips parted slightly. He pulls himself away from you before he can orgasm, kissing your breasts softly. "You need taken care of, honey, don't you?" he questions as he brings his hand to your core, feeling how completely soaked you are. You can only whimper as you buck up into his hand, desperate for any sort of friction. He suddenly crawls down in between your thighs as he swiftly slides your panties down you legs. Before you can register what is happening you feel his hot mouth on you, his tongue coming to lick a stripe from your hole all the way up to your sensitive nub.

You gasp as your body tenses in surprise, before a long moan falls from your lips. "Oh my god, Austin," you whimper, your hands coming to his head, needing to feel as much of him as possible. He rapidly swipes his tongue back and forth on your clit as he moans onto it, causing you to involuntarily buck your hips up towards him. His hands come around your hips as he pulls you further towards him, his entire face now buried in your cunt. "oh my god, oh my god," you say repeatedly, your eyes closing tightly as you continually buck your hips up towards his face.

You feel your orgasm approaching and he notices too from the noises erupting from you, and suddenly pulls his face away from you. You whine at the loss of contact, your eyes finding his and a flush creeps on your cheeks. His entire face is soaked with your juices, even the edges of his hair are a little damp as he runs his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face; his breathing now rapid from the exertion. As he tries catching his breath, he smiles at you, "You taste so damn good."

You can't take it anymore as you grab at him pulling him towards you. "Austin, I'm gonna go crazy if you don't fuck me," you whimper, making him quirk an eyebrow at his, that cockiness coming back to his features. "Someone has a dirty little mouth," he muses as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. Despite his teasing, he comes to hover over you again, his mouth coming down on yours with more passion. He brings his cock to your entrance but doesn't enter you. He starts rubbing himself against your heat, making you both moan into the kiss. He likes teasing. And you quickly find that you love when he teases you. It makes you all the more turned on as you're practically dripping for him now. Little whines start escapes your lips as you grind along with him, his erection sliding between your cunt, but not entering. "Fuck Austin," you moan through the kiss and he moans in return, bringing his hands to thread through your hair.

"Are you ready, honey?" he mumbles as he positions himself at your entrance. "I've been ready," you whine as you pull him close, fully ready for him. You prove to be right as he slips himself inside you easily, despite his size. "Shit, (y/n), you're so wet. Gonna make me cum too fast," he groans as he buries his face in your neck. "Oh god," you groan as he slides himself inside you fully, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. He gives you a few seconds before he starts moving, thrusting into you slowly as he pulls almost all the way out. "A-Austin, faster," you beg and a smirk comes to his lips as he makes no move to speed up, still taking you at an agonizing pace. You groan in frustration, your hands coming to grip at his back. "Daddy, please," you whimper before you think. You both pause at your words, and you're cheeks flush in embarrassment as you're about to apologize, but he speaks before you can. "Say it again."

You bite your lip at his response, gently clenching around him. "D-Daddy, please fuck me," you whine, and he waists no time pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you hard. You gasp at the sudden change of pace, your hands clawing at his back as your eyes roll back. His left hand comes to your waist so he can deepen his thrusts while his right hand stays tangled in your hair, tugging slightly. "Fuck, you take me so well, baby," he groans, his dick now pounding into you as he brings his lips to suckle of your nipple. You throw your head back against the pillows as you thrust up into him, a soft cry leaving your lips at his relentless pace.

"Shit, daddy, pull my hair harder," you moan, making him growl lowly. "Fuck, why are you so hot?" he groans as he does as you ask, making a string of profanities fall from your lips. "You like it when I fuck you, don't you, baby girl? Such a fuckin' whore," he groans, making a wave of arousal course through you, your pussy clenching around him. He picks up his pace as he trials his hand from your waist to in between your bodies finding your clit. "Oh my god," you cry out, your nails now digging into his back.

You feel your orgasm approaching once again as you clutch onto him for dear life. Your eyes are shut tightly in pure pleasure as he rocks you back and forth into the bed. "Are you gonna cum for me honey?" he groans, seeing the expression on your face. "Y-Yes daddy, I'm so close," you whine, opening your eyes to see his face flushed, his eyes drooping as he approaches his orgasm as well. "Cum for me, sweet heart."

With that, you are clenching around him as you shout his name like a prayer, your walls tightening around him for dear life. He groans at the feeling as he barely manages to pull out before exploding all over your stomach. You both are gasping for air as you come down from your highs, his body shaking above you from the exertion. As you come down to Earth, you gently run your hands along his back in a soothing manner as you guide him to lay beside you. He follows your lead as he nearly collapses on the bed, his lips parted as he looks over at you.

Suddenly, you both start smiling at each other. The smiling turns into laughing and the laughing has you turning away from him, covering your face to hide your flushed cheeks. Once you both start calming down from the bought of laughter, you turn to him again, looking in his eyes. "That was really good sex," he states, incredulous laughter still escaping his beautiful, now swollen, red lips. You nod in agreement. "Yeah, it was really good," you giggle, trying not to hide your face again. He pulls you over to his chest as he sighs into your neck. "Let daddy clean you up," he mumbles, wiggling his eyebrows as he gets out of bed to grab a towel from his bathroom. "Oh my god," you groan in embarrassment as you hear him laugh to himself from the other room.

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