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#so sweet as his eyes crinkle <3 but#first gif. literally alters my brain chemistry 😋#the dark gaze. the blue#my god#gives so bad#mafia au but max is not happy with something on his business#I'm dead#Once I Pull This Trigger Off Max...#max verstappen#formula 1#f1#miami gp 2022
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Have to have her
Mafia Au! This will probably be a two parter, and the next part will be kind of dark
Oh my look at him 🥰
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Max Verstappen was a powerful man
It was all due to the way his father raised him
When he wanted something, he got it
At first, it was an old Formula One car
One of those relics that gets hung on the wall
And then he wanted to sponsor a team, using his fathers only legit business
And then he wanted his own house just outside of Monaco
(That was where his father drew the line. If Max wanted a house in Monaco, he was going to have to earn it. For the time being, he could have an apartment)
For a while, Max was somewhat happy with everything he had
He had his apartment, his F1 car relic and enough money to do whatever he wanted
And what did Max want?
Well, for a while, he wanted nothing
He had it all
He even had his own inner circle to help him do his business
Which was less than legal, by the way
Drugs, guns and more criminal activity
Max was born into it
And them, he laid his eyes on Y/N
Max was simply driving around the streets of Monaco, stopped at a red light, when he saw her
She was gorgeous, sat outside of a café with her friends
She caught Max's eyes and he caught hers
When the light turned green and he drove away, Y/N thought that was it, but Max knew better
The next time they saw each other, they were in the club
Rather, Y/N was in the club and Max had his men report her every move to him
Next thing Max knew he was sitting in a both in the club, an expensive bottle of vodka in front of him
The it was a game
In his expensive suit, with his expensive alcohol, he was hard to miss
Many girls came up to him, but not the one Max wanted
She was too busy dancing with her friends
He was sat there for maybe an hour before he got impatient and gave up
So then he walked over to her
"Hey!" He shouted over the music
But Y/N couldn't hear him
She looked at him with a grin on her face and wrapped her arms around his neck
They were kissing
And then Max had his tongue down her throat
And then they were getting into his car and driving back to his house
His impressive, well guarded house
Not that Y/N noticed
She couldn't stop staring at Max
If he wasn't driving, she would have been in the back with him, tearing off his clothes
It didn't take long for just that to happen
Max parked his car in front of the apartment complex and led Y/N up the stairs
As soon as Max and Y/N were in the elevator, somebody came and moved his car for him
They didn't make it to his bedroom
As they walked past the sofa Y/N pushed him onto it
She climbed into his lap moments later and began unbuttoning his shirt
Max's hands started on her hips, but they soon moved down, holding her ass
Eventually they made it up to the bed
Not before fucking on the couch
And then against the kitchen counter
And then Max carried her up stairs
Her arms were around his shoulders as she sucked dark bruises into his neck
Her legs were wrapped around his waist
Max was still holding her ass as he carried her
The next morning, Y/N woke up with a pounding headache
Waking up, hungover, in somebody else's bed wasn't ideal
Other than her, the bed was empty
Whoever had brought her home the night before was nowhere to be seen
Slight panic set it
When the bedroom door opened, Y/N shut her eyes and rolled away, pretending to still be asleep
Whoever came in left something on the table beside her bed and walked away, muttering under his breath
When Y/N rolled towards the table, she saw a Red Bull Racing mug
Inside there was tea
When Y/N sat up, she realised she was naked, but that didn't come as a surprise
She kept the blankets against her chest and picked up the tea
Sipping, she looked around the room
It was grand, impressive
The bed was huge, bigger than a king
The television mounted on the wall looked as though it belonged in a cinema
Relics from old Formula One grand prix were displayed throughout the rest of the room
How rich do you have to be to afford stuff like this?
The door swung open again and the handsome man from last night walked in
"Good morning," he said to Y/N
"Morning," she croaked back, placing the mug on the table beside her
There was an uncomfortable moment where they realised they had never formally introduced themselves
It had been a lot of kissing, a lot of making out and then a lot of fucking
"I'm Y/N," she went to say as Max began introducing himself
"Well, I've got work to do. Feel free to watch television or something," he said and stood up
Before Max could leave, Y/N called his attention once again
"Do you think I could borrow a shirt?"
While Max worked, Y/N watched television
She didn't know what else to do, didn't know how to get home from here
So, the only thing she could do was stay were she was
And then she got bored
And hungry
And thirsty
Dressed in one of Max's shirts and sweatpants, Y/N made her way out of the room
She got one step out of the door before she was stopped
"Uh, Max said you have to stay here."
Tanned, tattoos and dark hair
He was gorgeous
But he was no Max
"Oh," Y/N said and went back inside of the room
Because, really, what else was she supposed to do
It was a full eight hours from the moment Y/N woke up until Max took her home
They talked on the drive, getting to know each other after such an intense night
"Do you think we'd be able to do this again?" He asked as Y/N climbed out of the car
To Max, this was intentional, methodically planned out
To Y/N, this was a random one night stand
She gave Max a look, an apologetic one
Oh, he didn't like that
Max drove off, pedal all the way down, speeding through the streets of Monaco
His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel
He would have her, he had to have her
Max Verstappen didn't take no for an answer
Well, what can I say?
When he wanted something, he got it
And he wanted Y/N
#max verstappen#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x female reader#max verstappen smut#max verstappen x reader smut#f1#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 scenario#formula one#formula one imagine#formula one x reader#formula one scenario#formula 1#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 scenario#mafia!f1
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Harringrove Elvis AU
Okay so ever since I saw Dacre Montgomery in Baz Luhrmann’s Elvis, this AU just won’t leave me alone.
So picture Steve as Elvis. At this point in his career, he’s washed out of the movies, his star is on the decline, and now he’s doing a Christmas special aka an hour long home appliance commercial. He just doesn’t seem to get the opportunities to perform the music that makes him feel alive anymore. (I’m thinking Dr. Brenner would be a good fit for the financially abusive Colonel Parker, Steve’s manager)
Maybe Nancy’s Priscilla and Jonathan is Jerry Schilling (I don’t really see room for a Lisa Marie in this AU). Jonathan and Nancy are together and doing their best to support Steve but they aren’t really a part of showbiz so they don’t fully understand. The kids are all there as the Memphis Mafia but instead of a bunch of hangers on, they’re actually people Steve really likes and cares for. Everyone knows that Steve’s not happy but willing to take whatever opportunities come his way to keep supporting their lives in LA.
Max, who just so happens to have a step-brother in television, decides to do something about the situation. She introduces Steve and co to Billy and his business partner. Their first meeting is similar to how it goes in the movie, but Billy’s got a bit more snark and a bit more bite. This is a Billy who’s a few years out from under Neil’s thumb. He’s not so angry anymore now that he doesn’t have to live with his abuser and he’s built a career that he’s proud of. He’s gotten to a point where he and Max can have a good, if distant, relationship.
And from their first meeting Steve is hooked. Billy, with his stupid soft looking hair, his little neckerchiefs, and big sunglasses. Who pushes him to do more with his music, to make statements, and be true to himself. Who makes him feel like he can be more than a washed up singer and won’t take any of his bullshit excuses to hide his insecurities. Billy shakes up Steve’s whole worldview and doesn’t that just scare Steve?
Billy, of course, has been a fan of Steve’s way back since his first record came out. Steve was Billy’s sexual awakening thank you very much. At this point what Billy feels is mostly hero worship with a dash of lust trickling in. So when he gets that call from Max it’s like every dream he’s ever had has come true. But then Billy meets Steve and he’s everything and more. He’s not the same confident figure that dared the police to arrest him on stage for wiggling a finger, but there’s echoes of him still there. Billy can’t help but needle him, wanting to see the real King Steve buried under years of disappointments and insecurities. It takes Billy all of two meetings with Brenner to realize that he’s got Steve on a leash the same way Neil had Billy on his. And at that moment Billy understands exactly how Steve got to this point and is determined to get him out. It’s when they’re working in the the Christmas special that Billy realizes, oh, the way he loves Steve has changed. It isn’t the shallow kind of hero worship that comes from knowing someone from afar, but something a little more messy and a little more raw.
Cue the angst as Billy thinks that Steve and Nancy are together and Steve thinks he has no chance with someone like Billy. Brenner tries to use Steve’s anxieties against him to keep Billy and Steve apart, because as long as Billy’s around Steve won’t listen to Brenner. Billy has the brilliant idea to bring back Robin and Eddie, Steve’s old band mates, as part of the comeback special. With their help, Steve starts to get out the horrible headspace Brenner did his best to keep him in and get back his passion for music and life. Robin and Eddie have to suffer through both sides of Steve and Billy’s pining (they have a bet on when they get their shot together and realize their feelings are requited).
Finally, The people who love him get through to Steve and help him realize that he doesn’t need Brenner anymore. Billy and Steve get to go on their world tour and Billy FINALLY come clean to Steve about his feelings, fully expecting to be shot down and fired. What he doesn’t expect is the best kiss of his life in the form of one Steve Harrington realizing that he really gets his happy ever after.
#obligatory disclaimer: Elvis Presley was not a good person#this is just a fun au based on the movie#i just really need Billy weak for rockstar!Steve#billy hargrove is whipped five ways to sunday for steve harrington and that’s a fact#if anyone wants to write this please do#i don’t have the skills to do any of the characters justice#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#harringrove au#harringrove elvis au#plot bunny
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Hii miss missha! Rose 🥺🌹here
I'm practically living in your askbox at this point.
First off, thank you for the plotting advice!! when i finally get on vacation and get my life, thoughts, and wips organized, i promise to send you at least a drabble of either the C2max apocalypse thing or the lestappen mafia sequel/prequel thing
let's get down to business, SPOILERS for Day 8 kinktober/ miss missha's chic fest entry below the rose line ( i also wanna read everything in the chicfest already but i'm studying for an exam, but you're my fave so yeah, i'm here as rest, though i might dip once again the next few days, we'll see)
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ooh tetralea's prince!charles au is so lovely too
there's a content warning for attempted murder?! ohh i love this movie, i haven't started reading yet, i'm still only on the author's notes but i love this already and it's 4k?! 🥺🥺
fasten your seat belts boys, this will be a long one
the first parag opening up to max sneaking into the palace 🥺🥺
"Later this week he will have to drive in the Grand Prix of Monaco, and he could do without a visit to court for breaking and entering into the Royal Monegasque Palace." <- ohh imagine the headlines, they'd be tumblr's fave couple and twitter bigots would be so appalled at the hotness they couldn't even. they're a power couple fr. dw tho maxy, i'll be your lawyer in court
"he hisses, but his tone is as far from angry as he can get. He can never hide his fondness for Charles from him." <- they're in love your honor, I say to the mic infront of the jury and the judge
"Or this reunion lit a dormant fire within his own body." and paired with "But it’s mostly because their intimacy is something they treasure when they can finally meet up again. To explore such an amazing feeling together, even if it’s in anonymously booked hotel rooms or in dark corners, is so precious that neither of them feels like staining it with something like technology and the possible bad misuse of it." <- oh the relationship dynamics of clandestine meetings and secret loves
"They’re stumbling, giggling and so stupidly in love as they make their way through the gardens until they reach an open field." <- when will it be my turn???
"he knows that Charles isn’t just the Prince of Monaco to him. He’s the Prince of his heart" <- same maxy same. whenever i hear king of my heart by tswift, i just think of charles, his folder in my phone is titled that
charles being the unafraid one and max being the one who worries - i - this is different from the usual ones where it's charles that's afraid of the love and i love this so much
“I know what we both want.” “Oh?” Max fakes surprise, “I didn’t know you wanted to win a championship too.” <- and i'm back to reality for a moment and mourn the could have been championship battle of this season
dominating prince charles... [redacted]
“I want you to get hard from my voice alone, and then I’ll consider letting you ride me.” <- i'm having thoughts, [redacted] [redacted]. actually malfunctioned after that line and had to pause reading for a moment
ohhhh title decider monaco?!?!? oh my god everything about the plot and charles as the prince, the plot just shifted and it's a whole new story
oh my god. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. i died and came back to life and was partying it hard on my chair and was fist pumping and then i was crying, i had a few minutes of celebration, their outing in the public, up in the podium, first place, and wdc, and hfsniufgbxyu
and the fic is still so long, i ain't even half way yet and i'm just, i know there'll be hurt later and i just want to stay in this happy bubble and not think about my upcoming exam
"Max knows that from here on it will only get harder but as long as they are together, they will manage to push through it all. He’s sure of it. He has never been one for blind faith, but this is not blind faith. This is their pure love backed up by incredible stubbornness and the strength to never give up." <- 🥺🥺 sobbing because what the fuck their love is just 🥺🥺
you didn't have to put the hurt i- this is what you meant earlier when you said you'd be playing with my emotions more, i - fuck you miss missha (not fuck you i take it back, you're still one of my fave authors in this fandom)
"“Don’t cry my prince,” he says, but he’s afraid only he can hear it, “Your tears are too pretty to be wasted on sadness, you should cry over happiness only.”" <- someone comfort me, i am not okay, i don't have a lover's arms to hold me
ohh there's a different format
fuck you to the shooter ( i mean i get the anti-monarchist sentiments, i even get if you're a hater in regards to the sport, but you homophobic fuck, you shot at em as they gaze lovingly into each other's eyes???)
i'm reading through tears
the convo during the coma - i - no words
this was supposed to be voice kink, kink, this was supposed to be kinky and not tear me to shreds
"because how could past him have abandoned someone that adores him so much?" <- this is not okay, i am not okay
charlie was the target 😭😭😭 oh what he must have felt as max was in the hospital 😭😭😭
"Did you really just say you want to marry me while you’re in the hospital bed and I can’t even jump you?” <- ahahhah the proposal though!! monaco, legalize gay marriage already!!
honestly, charles speaking is such a trigger for [redacted] thoughts, max too, but really charles speaking in french (if only i could understand french, tho i'm working on it)
you were a horse girl?!
cake! i love cake!
i just sat there in front of my laptop and just smiled and had a little dance. this is so cute and fluff and writing was so good, and aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA
i'm just so satisfied with this one and i love it and i love you and i'm giving you a big consensual hug because you did such a great job just thank you THANK YOU. roses for you!!
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-Rose 🥺🌹
oooh yes, please share when you do write it! can't wait to see what you will write!
good luck on your exam! please study hard and I'll pray that you get a good result!
i can't believe that i haven't read tetrelea's au yet tbh, i need to have more free time
"the first parag opening up to max sneaking into the palace 🥺🥺" <- pls he's such a cutie
"oh the relationship dynamics of clandestine meetings and secret loves" <- it's so, so sweet, we NEED more tbh. secret love au's >>
"whenever i hear king of my heart by tswift, i just think of charles, his folder in my phone is titled that" <- omg that's so sweet???
"- this is different from the usual ones where it's charles that's afraid of the love and i love this so much" <- I worried if i was doing the wrong thing but i feel like Charles would be the silent one to worry and max pulls himself back when he worries
babe, sweetie, i don't know how to tell you this but ferrari doesn't have what they need to get their shit together and win a championship yet skghsd
"ohhhh title decider monaco?!?!?" -> IMAGINE THE SCENEEEES
"fuck you miss missha (not fuck you i take it back, you're still one of my fave authors in this fandom)" <- SKDGHSD SORRY we need angst sometimes. it makes the fluff feel better, trust me xx
sending you hugs love
"this was supposed to be voice kink, kink, this was supposed to be kinky and not tear me to shreds" <- lmao honestly, my kinktober is containing a lot of stuff that's def not kink
"charlie was the target 😭😭😭 oh what he must have felt as max was in the hospital 😭😭😭" <- right?? all alone?? with just the press hunting him down?? and the royal family at his throat for answers??
i used to think that i shouldn't come home with a french person but last summer a french dude used his french the right way and that was honestly the sexiest thing ever
and yes, I used to be a horse girl! i had riding classes for years until i got my first pony and when i got too tall i had a horse, but i stopped riding around age 15 (?). But i really miss it and am reconsidering classes
Aahh thank you so much for your support Rose! I was a little insecure about this one because this story didn't write the easiest and I normally worry you can read that too, but I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
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Root of your New Problems
Pairing: Mafia Boss!Sam x Waitress!Reader
Word Count: 13,018
Dedicated to @onethingthatkeepsmealive Thank you for everything, for being patient, for donating. I love you and I hope this is okay <3
Summary: You work in a restaurant, life was okay, nothing really special until a handsome but rude customer comes into the diner. Turns out this handsome but rude customer was a Mafia crime boss. Just your luck. He is the root of your new problems when someone follows you and makes an attempt on your life.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit sex, (fellatio, cunnilingus, riding, penetrative sex, dirty talk), fluff angst, dark fic, stalking, shootings, mafia stuff, talks of abortion (if I’m missing anything please let me know.)
Written for: @goodthingshappenbingo / @badthingshappenbingo / @spnonewordbingo / @samwinchesterbingo / @spngenrebingo / @spnkinkbingo
Admiring / Tearful smile / suitcase / mafia boss!sam / hospital au / dirty talk
I’m sorry I took such an unplanned break, maybe I needed it but I hope this will be the start of something that can keep the fics rolling out. I hoping for maybe once a week but I’ll try for more but who knows.
Feedback is gold and appreciated
Hustle and bustle. That was the life you lived. Working in a big city was always a rush but thankfully, the cafe that you worked at was located in a busy environment but not enough to knock you off your socks and make you want to rip your hair out.
You got to know a few of the people that came in as regulars, chatting with them if you had the tiniest of moments to spare or as you were serving them. Just as you were doing now, but you were unceremoniously interrupted by the bell above the door rang that for the umpteenth time that day, you looked up and instantly smiled at the customer that came through there.
A man in a suit. A tall drink of water with flowy locks that sat on his shoulders, he scoured the vicinity of the cafe and locked his eyes with your seating area, he made his way over to a seat that someone was already sitting in. You looked on, eyebrows crinkling when the other man scurried out of his seat, easily finding another. What the hell was that all about?
“Hi.” He had simply said, making no effort to help you clean the table he had just made someone vacate. What a fucking asshole! Forget that he looked like a god, if he was rude, there was no way that you could ever be into a dude that acts like that. Not even if he was the king of the world. It was a shame that you couldn’t treat him the way that he had probably treated everyone he came into contact with. (But if you did, you would definitely be out of a job.) So instead you said this...
“Hello, there, Sir. What can I get for you?” You smiled sweetly, even though he hadn’t even acknowledged your presence other than saying a simple greeting.
The man took out his phone from a hidden pocket on the inside of his, probably expensive, jacket and began typing. He had no desire to even look at the menu you tried to provide him. “Egg white omelette and a large coffee.”
Writing down the order on your notepad, you nodded and asked if that was all that he wanted. Standard questions to be asked when working in a restaurant.
“Did I say anything else?” He almost snapped at you but brushed him off handing the order to the chef and started to work on the coffee. With that, you placed the largest cup of coffee you had onto the table and slid it over to him, careful not to spill a single drop of his drink.
“Your omelette will only be a few more minutes can I get you any condiments?”
Finally, he had looked up from his phone, his whole demeanour changing from disinterested to something akin to hungry and hunting a prey. It was making you uncomfortable, there was something about him that was making you uneasy even before he looked at you like that.
The bell behind you ding dinged, signalling that the order was ready. Thank god. Nodding your thanks to the chef, you turned back to the scary customer, placing his order in front of him, almost immediately ready to head back to your safe place behind the counter. Wow, you never would have thought you would say that about the dull boring counter that you had to stare at five days of the week.
You made your rounds around the tables and booths, offering them more coffee and grabbing their bills, occasionally gaining a tip that may or may not help you, depending on whether or not they were regulars or considered wealthy in that specific area.
When you got to the booth, you took a deep breath and smiled at him, keeping most of your attention to the man’s plate and away from direct eye contact, seeing the man’s nostrils flare in anger in your peripherals.
“Is everything okay over here, Sir? Can I get you some more coffee?” You asked the man, making sure that you were at a safe distance.
“Sam, please, Sir makes me feel old. Another coffee though would be lovely.” He looked down trying to find a name plate but he couldn’t. You also couldn’t believe this whole attitude turn around, Sam definitely freaked you out. Nodding, you poured the coffee almost to the brim of his cup and turned your attention to any of the other customers. “Well, little lady. You know my name but I have no clue of yours.”
When you were about to give him a fake name, your boss walked out, asking for you to bill another customer. “My name is Y/N. Excuse me, I have another customer waiting. I’ll be back with you soon.”
Sam smirked, a nasty one at that but it made him weirdly attractive. Stop it. “I’ll await your next visit, Y/N.”
After waiting on a few tables and taking their orders, your boss called you over, when you got there, a stunned look adorned his face.
“What is it?” You asked, putting your customers payment in the till before leaving a thank you message in return for the tip he had left.
“Do you have any idea who that is?” Should you? Max cried, his voice sounding panicked like you had never heard before. You had heard his screaming to other about orders and tardiness but this was something else. Max sounded scared, like he was purely terrified of this man, enough to let this man eat here for free and that was speaking volumes to you.
“Nope, not really. He’s just a rude ass guy who is acting like he owns the place.” You didn’t really care who it was really, you just wanted to serve have him pay the bill, maybe tip you and have him leave as quickly as possible.
He scoffed, frantically waving his arms around, “that’s because he practically does. How have you been here for most of your adult life and you have no idea who Sam Winchester is? Jesus Christ, Y/N. What is the matter with you?”
You held in the eye roll, but if this guy had so much power over everyone in this town then you were in trouble. A lot of trouble. How could you not have any idea of who he was, it should have been obvious from the get go. It paid to be naïve, you had absolutely no idea of what that man was capable of.
“Whatever I’ll just go about my day like I usually would because he is just another customer, just as important as everyone else in this joint.” You shrugged, not really caring about what he was about to tell you.
“Wrong answer. You give him whatever he wants when he wants and you have to top it. And don’t worry about your other customers, Lucy can take care of it.”
Jesus, this was going to be a long shift. (Emphasis on long.)
If you weren’t playing close enough attention you would have missed the groan that Lucy released. She was definitely not happy about taking over your shift but you made yourself a promise that you would talk to her after this Sam left the restaurant, you’d let her go home a little earlier and take over for her. Oh, the joys.
After a week of Sam coming into the café, the tips became bigger and bigger, but you were getting more and more attention from him and it may have been possible that you were letting him get closer to you. You were letting yourself connect with the man. The man that you found out was, not only a part of the mafia, but their leader.
You were also surprised when the unwanted attention from hooligans that came into the café, whether it was a college frat boy or a grown ass man that just wanted everyone to know about his dick and what he can do with it. It was ridiculous, even to the point where the attention was drawn to you when you finished your shift and headed home.
“So how about you let me take you out on a date?” Sam asked the next evening, a glimmer in his eyes as he scraped the whipped cream from the side of his mouth, ready for his next plate. Honestly, you had no idea how the man ate so much and didn’t have a stomach ache. But his question wasn’t going to go unanswered he would just get an answer that he didn’t want.
“And what makes you think I would say yes to your proposal?” you replied, serving yet another plate of waffles taking away the old plate, retreating almost instantly but you spun around on the heels of your feet. “You think you can buy me? Is that what you think?
“I don’t want you to buy me, I want you to seduce me. Seduce me with your words. Not your money and power because I am not a woman who can be bought. If you want me, give me something that cannot be bought, something a value to me that I can treasure. Because I am not your little play toy that you can throw away as soon as you get bored of me.
“Have a nice day, Sam.” You finished with a wink and a smile and with that, you clocked out of work, collecting your earnings and left the café.
It was the strongest you had ever felt, you had no idea how exhilarated you would feel after your little speech but your heart was racing and your palms were still sweaty. You got this. It was like a magical weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, even if you were terrified that it come crashing back down on top of you.
When you got back home to your studio apartment, your shoes were off, bag hung up along with your coat. You were ready to fall straight into bed, waiting for your eyes to close as soon as they hit the pillow but when you did so you couldn’t drift off as easily as you thought. Tossing and turning, you just couldn’t get your body to cooperate with your tired mind. You had even watched a few episodes of the latest show, scrolling through all of your social media’s but it still wasn’t doing the trick. Finally, it was the hot milk that you made you succumb to a restful few hours.
You went to work the next day with an uneasy feeling in your stomach, maybe you had crossed the line with the mobster boss. He had the power to do anything he pleased with you and you basically told him to seduce you or fuck off.
No sign of Sam. Maybe he just wanted you for god knows what reason, you would rather not think about it and get to work, get your mind off of the subject. But when you opened your locker, a piece of paper fell out of it. Oh goodness, were you fired? No, Max wouldn’t fire you like this would he? Dammit.
Y/N,
You were right. It was wrong of me to try and buy your affections.
I now know that you are different from everyone else. That is why I’m attracted to you, there is something about you. Something that I cannot fathom what being around you does to me.
I am no Shakespeare. I am no Nicholas Sparks. I am no other romantic novelist. I don’t express too much emotion to do with personal life but with you. But I am trying, and that has never happened before. Not before you.
I have tried to write this a hundred times but they never seemed right. I even tried to use a ghost writer but that never worked out either because they didn’t capture your essence but I’m not doing very well in that department either so you are just going to have to trust me and have patience with me because I will get one of these letters right. One day. It just won’t be today but I can hope that you will read my future letters.
Sam.
That man. Sweet and dangerous. What a combination. A combination that could love you dearly or kill you harshly; you weren’t ready for either option. Everything was bad. Everything was so bad.
The days passed and you received more letters like that. Getting no more articulate but still sweet no less, one about how your beauty had compared to none other than anything that he had seen before, which you had rolled your eyes when you thought about how corny it was but it made you smile nonetheless.
Your boss had refrained from giving you any instructions when it came to Sam, and you had an idea that it may have been due to a word or two that was shared with the man in question. There was suddenly like a tension when it came to you and your boss but that wasn’t going to stop you from doing your job. A job you needed so desperately.
Sam came into the café and sat in an empty booth, it must have been deemed his because only one couple had sat there all day. He greeted you with a goofy, teeth flashing smile, he must have been in a good mood. He droned on about getting possession of a property last week so it may have been something to do with that or he had successfully destroyed someone else’s life but that is none of your business. Only his.
“Hey, Sam. How are you today?” You said happily, his smile contagious making you do the same.
“Better now that I’ve seen you.” His usual response when coming into the café, a response that you were sure you would soon get tired of but it still had the same affect on you.
“Is it the same as usual then?”
“Exactly, but throw in a chocolate muffin and slice of pizza. I’m feeling extremely hungry today.”
You repeated the order to him and when he nodded, you put his order in and got to work on his coffee, waiting for his food to be prepared and cooked.
“Did you get my letters?” Sam asked a little shy, seeming off from his usually overconfident self.
Setting down his cup of coffee, you nodded, telling him that you did and that you were very flattered by their contents. “Your food shouldn’t be too long.”
You served other customers, taking their orders and putting them in for the chef but there was nothing else you could do other than wait for the food to be cooked before you could serve it to your customers.
Sam had stayed longer than usual, outstaying all the other customers until it was just you and him, all other staff apart from your boss but even he had grown tired of waiting and gave you the keys to lock up the café behind you.
“What’s on your mind handsome?” You asked, taking a seat after you had taken away and cleaned his penultimate plate.
“You. Always you.” Was what he wanted to say but he wouldn’t say it aloud not when he was one of the most notorious mafia boss’ there was. So instead he said, “nothing but business. You know what would make it better?”
“What’s that?”
“A night with you.”
You pressed your lips together and shake your head. Of course he would go there. Rolling your eyes, you rose from your seat and sauntered away. Pulling out your pen, you leaned against the counter making sure you had your denim clad ass on show to tease him. You wrote on the pad and tore off the paper before waltzing over to the booth where Sam now held his head in his palms.
Curling your fingers around his, you pulled them away from his face. Before you could get a word out, he was already apologising for taking it to far. Pressing a kiss to his cheek to silence him, you whispered in his ear, “go home, Sam. Call me tomorrow. I get off at noon, if you’re not too busy that is. Sam had asked for the bill not long after your suggestion to meet him after your shift tomorrow.
*
It was nearly noon but you started at six in the morning, you were exhausted, especially due to the morning rush but you were full of energy thinking about what you and Sam would be doing in a few long awaited minutes. You were ready to take the next step, to take control and hangout with him instead of just fucking each others brains out. At least that was what you believed he thought - you shouldn’t jump to conclusions, maybe that wasn’t what he wanted but you had enough experience with men to know what they expect. And you were starting to get that feeling that when Sam hadn’t shown his face in the diner
Untying the rope at the small of your back, the apron loosened its grip on you, allowing you to take it off and put it back in your locker. Luckily all you had to do was change from the diners custom grey and blue polo into one of your tops that you kept in there; at least it was a cute floral one that fell off the shoulder.
Grabbing your purse, you flung it over your shoulder and stalked your way outside of the diner after a quick wave goodbye to Max and even Lucy, telling your boss that you would see him in the afternoon tomorrow and your co-worker in a few days time when your schedules would once again clash.
You were playing with the hem of your top, walking down the street to your car before you felt an arm wrap around your waist and a hand covering your mouth, pulling you towards their chest and into an alleyway. You attempted to scream anything to break free of his hold, you were ready to throw a punch but stopped quickly when you realised that it was only Sam.
“Why would you scare me like that. Fuck sake. Why can’t you come to me like a normal person? You know face to face.” You shoved his shoulder away from you, putting your hands on either side of your face to calm down. Why he would think it was okay to act like a creepy kidnapper? You couldn’t know why.
He tilted his head and rose his perfect eyebrows. “Baby, I’m far from normal.”
“Why? Are you kinky? Is that why you tried to kidnap me? Is it for your sex chamber?” The random questions spilled from your mouth without you thinking and now that you thought about it, it sounded ridiculous.
“I did not try to kidnap you but I shouldn’t have scared you like that. I’m sorry. And as for the kinky thing – you’ll just have to find out later on.”
“Ah so you limit your kinks per day, smart move. I like that in a guy.” With your lips pursed, you nodded in comprehension.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you but I think someone was following you. I’m just trying to protect you.” He said, true desperation spilling from his mouth, he was exceptionally concerned and that worried you all the same. If this big, bad mafia boss was worried, you knew that you should do the exact same thing, maybe worry a little more.
“I believe you. But you could have gone about it another way, you know, one where I don’t almost pee my pants?”
“Is there any indication of anyone wanting to hurt you in any way?” He asked, pulling out his phone and tapping away on his touchscreen keyboard.
Your heart was racing, something wasn’t right. Something had happened and you had no idea of what it was or why someone was following you. Why would they do that? You tried to rack your brain of why but nothing came to mind. “I’m just a waitress. Nothing special. I was only a cleaner before that and that doesn’t get any attention. Is it because of you?”
You asked him out of interest, not really expecting an answer but he still gave you one.
“It’s a possibility.” He said bluntly, shaking you to your core. “My line of work is dangerous and there are always people that want me dead and that includes the people around me. Nothing is going to happen to you. Not when I’m around.”
That was an answer that you did not want at all. Not one bit. You wanted to be safe and you couldn’t be because there was a threat against your life because you were talking to a man who just so happened to be a gangster.
But now that you knew a threat was out there, you had no clue what to do. If you stayed with Sam, you could get hurt but if you stayed away from Sam, you could still get hurt. It was a lose - lose situation.
“I know that you’re scared right now.” Sam started but you interrupted before he could even finish.
“Scared are you fucking kidding me. That doesn’t even begin to cover how I’m feeling right now. You think that you know how scared I am. Because you don’t. I’m terrified because someone is after me. For what? You, probably information about you that I don’t have because I don’t fucking know you.”
“Come with me.” He quietly demanded. “I just need you to trust me to do at least try and keep you safe.”
“I feel like I’m dead either way so I might as well.” Ah yes, the bitchy maybe a bit too sassy inner dialogue. She was a real beauty when you were scared out of your wits.
Sam rolled his eyes, gripping your wrist and pulling you closer to him. “Stop thinking about death, you’ll live if I have anything to do with it.”
“Fine.” You huffed, but your heart was almost beating out of your chest. Being so close to Sam and not being able to do anything about it. Your eyes flicked over his lips, spotting the peak of his tongue licking at his top lip. Still there was nothing you could do about it other that fantasise about what his lips could do, how they would feel on your own lips and your body. “Just look after me. Don’t let anything happen to me.”
“I give you nothing but my word and protection. I will do whatever it takes. Even if I have to do something that you may not like.”
Of course he meant kill a man or woman but he didn’t want to say it out loud to you. If it was any other person, he would have come out with it, been blunt about the situation. Sam wouldn’t have even cared about a stalker, it didn’t concern him most of the time. But you were different. This time someone had stalked you because he simply came to the café that you worked in. It was his fault, this time it was on him and he didn’t like it.
Sam had checked if the coast was clear, after a few seconds of surveillance he came back, yanking your arm once again. Crossing the street, he pushed you into a car that you could only assume was one of his. He hadn’t told you otherwise and you were not about to argue with the man who had both physical power and economical power.
When Sam was sure that no one was following you, he pulled into the next turning, parking in a space where you were surrounded by other cars. Just in case someone had seen you with him.
“I need you to stay in the car just for a few minutes.” He reached over, pulling open the glove compartment to reveal a gun. Your whole body tensed, shuffling back in your seat and shriveling into yourself. “Climb into the back and stay down.”
He covered you with the blanket, then exited the car. With your heart in your throat, you followed his instructions and stayed put. There was no way you were going to move one inch, not when there were two threats outside of this car. The stalker and the gun that Sam had.
Clenched fists, you curled your legs into your stomach, waiting for everything and nothing to happen at the same time. But you still weren’t ready for the gunshots outside of the garage. The shot’s echo ran through the garage, ricocheting through your whole body, you started to shake, scared of what had happened out there. What if Sam had got caught in the crossfire and you were next? What if Sam had shot an innocent person? All those what if’s running through your mind.
Five minutes had passed, still no sign of Sam. Of course, whilst you were in the car, Sam had taken care of the situation. Although he had been shot at, Sam took the final shot and killed the stalker who he noticed was part of his rival’s gang. The man had pleaded for his life, but Sam had no sympathy for the man who had stalked and prayed on women, Sam even knew that the man had abused other women, sexually and physically. The man didn’t deserve to live. Not at least in the eyes of the mob boss and that was enough information he needed to do what he did.
When Sam had returned he almost made you jump out of your skin, yanking the door open and checking you over to see if you were okay. There was a tinge of anger that softened as he tried to calm your shaking body. Of course, you were scared out of your wits but there was nothing you could do about what was happening in the world you were living in.
Sam was quick to get out of there and to wherever the hell he was taking you.
*
“But do I really have to stay here? I’m fine and the man is gone. I’m assuming you took care of him so I have nothing to worry about.” You said, a little whine in your voice, as you spread the butter over the two slices of bread. You didn’t want to stay in the safe house, you just wanted to go back home, even if it was to the studio apartment that you could only just about afford.
“Listen, Y/N. I’ve told you three times now. Don’t make me repeat myself again. While I take care of business, it will be safer for you to remain here. You are here for your own protection and that is final.” He was angry, of course he would be, he had already mentioned the importance of you remaining in the safe house. It was for your protection but you didn’t get it, not really. But still, something in his voice made you exponentially upset, something you couldn’t even rationalise inside of you, he was trying to protect you and all you could think about was being caged in the safe house like an animal.
Not saying another word, your nostrils flared and you purse your lips. Huffing, you continued to make your sandwich, cutting it in triangles like your mom used to. When you had plated it up, you grabbed a bottle of water, heading upstairs. And, not being familiar with this space, you walked into every other room, struggling to find your room. Not so great when you’re angry.
Sam had left you in your room to calm down, listening out for the creaking of the wooden floorboards when you used the bathroom or explore the current house. He sat in the make do office, sending out texts and making a few calls to his brother and his subordinates. He found out that one of his men had been beaten to death in retaliation to the hit his rivals took earlier in the day. Of course, he hadn’t been too happy about that but at least his guy was in the hospital with a few broken ribs, a swollen eye and a dislocated shoulder and not six feet under, down in a ditch where no one would find him.
When he thought it was appropriate, Sam took the liberty to lock up his office because you didn’t need to see what was in there, he wasn’t going to let you get involved even more that you had done. Entering the dark kitchen, he flipped on the light and decided to make you a cup of tea. He had seen you drink it on multiple occasions at the café when your customers had stressed you out or made you angry enough to have tears in your eyes. He didn’t want to be the reason that you had those tears – or any tears – in your eyes, he didn’t want to be the cause of your problems yet here he was causing tears to spring to your eyes and he felt even worse that he brought a stalker to you. Sam shook his head and got back to work making you the tea, he really hoped you would be okay, or even accept his token of apology.
Checking in your newly assigned room, he noticed you were quiet even though he had asked you how you were; you had just shrugged your shoulders. Nothing would come out, it was as if your voice had been taken from you, but with what had just transpired, you didn’t need to talk. You just needed time to adjust to this huge change in your life that had happened so suddenly. Fucking mobs and their rivalries with each other.
“I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” He had difficulty putting it into words at how sorry he really was, but he couldn’t say them out loud. He knew he may have been too harsh, but he just wanted to keep you in the clear, to keep you safe. He was the one that got you into this mess after all.
“Okay.” Was all you could say, nothing more could pass your lips, there was nothing more you could really say after someone had threatened to shoot you for not listening to them, for wanting to redeem your freedom and not be confined in a space away from everything you grew up with. Everything you were used to was now gone, all because of Sam Winchester. Sam Winchester, the mob boss, the dangerous man that no one wanted to encounter.
“I brought you up a tea. I know that it shall not make matters any better but all I can hope for is the first step to forgiveness.” He spotted a tiny nod, and Sam took that as an opportunity to settle the cup onto the nightstand and left the room, just waiting.
*
After the spat that you had with Sam, you finally forgave him. Even if he had given you a scare.
You had moved safe houses three times within the last five months, this place that you had been in the longest. This may have been your favourite one of them all, despite moving so far out of town, you were in another state but it allowed you to feel a little more safe and secure. With that Sam had pulled a few strings and got you a job in one of the local diners, a partial appearance change and a new name later, you only hoped that no one but Sam would recognise you.
Speaking of the Devil, he had walked through the doors of the diner. Tall, dark, and handsome he still was. Quickly, you hide your smile, trying not to get distracted or have Sam notice that you had already seen him,
Sam had been sure to sit in a seat that had a whole view of the diner, but in someplace where he was hidden from a direct view of the window.He was concealed but could see everything from his vantage point. Where he sat was indeed in your sector, but he knew that.
Regardless of the diner not being busy, you took your time getting around to Sam’s table. His order already memorised, you had already written it down before you made it to his table and he opened his mouth. You slipped him a note, heading back for the kitchen to hand the chef his order.
Finish in an hour. Meet me out back.
Sam smirked and slipped the note inside his inner pocket. He couldn’t wait for this hour to be over. There was something about the glimmer in your eye that made Sam a little stiff in his crotch, the newspaper was a handy tool to cover his growing tent.
*
Walking through the door, Sam was on you in an instant, pushing you into the wall as soon as he had slammed the door shut. His hands and lips were everywhere; lips tracing all exposed areas of your skin and his hands skimming over your body, pulling you closer to him.
His fingers traveled to pop the button of your jeans, you did the same for his pants then pushed the suit jacket he wore off his shoulder, revealing his broad shoulders encased by his white shirt. Bringing his lips back to your, you devoured him as he did you, your fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt, clumsily pulling them open.
He was rough, biting at your skin, at your lip. Your mouth hung open as his fingers dove into your underwear, pushing them against your soaked lower lips. He stepped back and you whined at him. Sam pulled his shirt from his shoulders, revealing a perfectly chiseled body from the gods themselves. He tosses his shirt carelessly onto the floor. Whilst he was preoccupied with his attire, you pushed your unbuttoned jeans down your hips along with your underwear.
Yanking off his boots, you peeled your top from your skin and added it to the pile of clothing on the floor. With you naked and under his heated gaze, Sam was just down to his underwear, you aggressively pushed them down over his thighs to where they now pooled at his ankles. You silently moaned at his size, taking him in as your hands reached out and caressed his stomach, his abdomen rippling at your feather light touches.
Your hand traveled to his neck so you could pull him into a heated kiss. His lips attacking yours for a moment before your lip caught in between his teeth causing you to moan into the little gap between the two of you. Your free hand grips his hips and push him onto the bed so that he sits near the end, enough to give you space to kneel.
Within a flash, your straddling his hips and pressed your mouth against his. The little kisses turn sloppy but not any less passionate. Rolling your hips against his caused the perfect amount of friction between the two of you. He groaned low in his throat as you repeated the motion; a positive reaction. You smile as you press your lips to his once more before pushing him onto his back, where you trace his jaw with feather light kisses, making a descent further down south.
He goes to stop you but you quietly hushed him.
“Let me take care of you.”
“Oh, baby.You can whatever the hell you want with me. Just tell me what you want and you can have it.”
With one final kiss to his stomach, you stop your ministrations and sit back in your haunches. “Maybe I just want you to wreck me with your tongue until I’m sated and spent.” You say nonchalantly, like you hadn’t been planning to say that all day but you continue to explain the perfect night in your mind. “And then we could go for round three and we both get what we want. But first, I’m gonna suck you off. You’ll be so deep in my throat that I’ll almost forget how to breathe. It’ll so fucking good when you come because then I’ll just have to swallow it down... How does that sound?” You seductively run your fingernails over his thighs.
He practically moans “Oh my god, Y/N, you’re freaking perfect!”
Remembering that he had put a pause your actions, you asked, “you want me to stop?”
“Fuck! God no!” He almost shouted, nearly whimpered as you gripped onto his cock.
You squeezed a little as you moved your hand up and down over him, your motions slow and calculated. Seeing as his eyes were trained on you, you decided to put on a little show for him. Dropping to your knees on the floor, you saw that Sam was now on his elbows, watching your every move.
Without another thought, you took the crown of his cock into your mouth, tasting the salty precome that slid from his slit. He moaned, encouraging you to give him little kitten licks to the tip of his cock, the velvet head of it slipping easily into your mouth. You took him deeper, pumping at the base of his dick, where your throat couldn’t take anymore.
“God, you’re so good at that, baby.”
Sam’s head fell back onto the covers, you could tell he was struggling to keep himself from canting his hips upwards. Your head was bobbing up and down along with your fist, saliva dribbling down and out of your mouth, coating Sam with your spit.
“Oh, fuck! Such a dirty girl, Y/N.” Sam groaned as he threaded his long fingers through the strands of your hair and gripping onto it firmly.
You heard the tone he used in his voice and knew he was close to blowing his load so you cradled his balls in the palm of your hand and squeezed them with a little added pressure. The combination of your movements had Sam’s balls tightening and nearing his orgasm. You decided to push down further on him, he was hitting the back of your throat now.
Quickly, he sat up and knotted both of his hands in your hair, trying to get you off of him but you stood your ground, releasing his balls and clutching onto one of his thighs, crescent moon shapes appearing as they dug into his thick, muscular thighs. You hollow your cheeks and increased your pace. Finally he allowed himself to release his load into your mouth, the salty taste lingering before you greedily swallowed it down. Sam hips thrusted into your mouth once more and you came off of his dick with a wet pop and licked your lips, your thumb wiping at the corner of your mouth, taking off the remnants that stuck to you.
He grabbed your face in his hands and pulled you up into his lap so you were once more straddling him, you stopped him though.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” He was genuinely concerned, maybe you couldn’t go further that he wanted to.
Looking into his eyes, you searched for any uncertainty. “Nothing, it’s just…”
His thumbs stroked over the apple of each of your cheeks and waited for you to continue.
“I had your dick in my mouth and you wanna…you know.” You almost whispered.
You were clearly embarrassed but Sam pulled you closer and kissed you anyway, softer and sweeter that the first one that the two of you shared at the beginning of your encounter. When he pulled away, no matter how sweet it was, he still left you breathless. “I don’t care, you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that, we’re just going to enjoy it, together, you understand?”
He waited for your confirmation and dove straight for you again, the tenderness all but forgotten as you were all teeth and tongue, moans and groans as your mouths forcefully clash together. He slid his tongue at the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth for him. Sam groaned as he got a taste of himself on your tongue. Your arms wound around his neck and you pulled him closer, eager to have him as near to you as possible.
Your breaths mingled until the need for oxygen became too much and you had to part, your forehead slanted against his as you tried to control your breathing.
“If you don’t sit on my face,” His eyes almost black, hooded with lust as he looked into your eyes. “I will spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
From the expression alone, you could have got drunk, you gained the confidence again to answer him with a giggle. “Well, to that romantic soliloquy, I’m going to have to say fuck yeah! I hope your tongue has special qualities to it and make me satisfied with it.”
“Yeah? You doubt me?” Sam bit his lip as he awaited your answer, you gave a quick nod and kissed him again. Slowly. “You better prepare yourself, little lady, because you are in for one hell of an experience.”
Unwinding your arms, you lightly gripped onto his shoulders and pushed him down so that he was lying underneath you. Without breaking apart for long, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and maintained contact with him, your lips grazing over the corner of his mouth to his jaw, to the sensitive spot you found behind his ear.
“You coming up here or what?” He inquired with a deep groan.
You gave him one final kiss on the lips before you started to crawl over his body, your pussy sliding over his cock, causing him to hiss and the pleasure in the movement was borderline painful. You apologised before lifting yourself off of him and moving towards the front of the bed where his head was resting.
Gripping onto the headboard, you stood above him and looked down into his eyes, you saw the pure and utter desire in them. His eyes darted from your eyes to your soaked pussy and back to your eyes again, a hunger that overtook his hazel orbs. Leisurely, you lowered yourself so that you gradually got closer to Sam’s face, you wanted to drag this out for as long as you could so that he had a chance to back out if he didn’t really want to do it - or if you didn’t want to do it. It got to the point where he got so impatient he grasped your thighs and pulled you onto him, the sudden contact eliciting a high pitched gasp, almost like a squeal.
He didn’t dive straight it, no, he wanted to drag out where you needed him the most, albeit a bit apprehensive of being in that position with someone for the first time. Your pussy was so close to his face that you could feel his breaths, but every time you went to sit a little closer he would push you further. Not allowing you to take the reins.
He turned his head to the side and kissed the meaty flesh of your thigh, biting it softly and licking over the slight sting he had caused. He had only just begun but your body was already on fire.
“Sam, please.” You pleaded, feeling Sam’s fingers flex a little,his untreated nails digging into you thighs, you took that as a sign that he was going to do what he wanted and not what you wanted. He was the one that was giving the orders, in his daily life and in bed with you. You couldn’t believe you had waited this long to take the next step in your - would you call it a relationship? You had no idea what the two of you had but at least it was something. “You know what I need. You know what I want.”
“Exactly.” Without uttering another word just yet, he craned his head to the other side, blowing hot air from his mouth onto your dampening core before repeating his actions to your other thigh. When he was good and ready, only then would he start his torture - or pleasure, you didn’t know. Sam’s hands moved from your thighs to your ass, pushing you up a little and you could feel his scruff against your heated skin. You wiggled as you felt the tiny hairs prickle your flesh. “Just because I know what you want doesn’t mean I have to give it to you. You should know that. This is my world and you’re just living in it.”
Closing your eyes, you missed Sam’s tongue flick out and lick his lips. He completely caught you off guard, inching you closer to his face in a flash. His mouth was hot against your core just seconds before he dove in, his tongue darting straight out and dipping into you. Shaking his head, he looks as if he was vibrating, the tongue parted your folds as the wet muscle entered into you.
The pressure on your pussy was perfect, so perfect in fact that you couldn’t help but buck your hips into his face. He hummed in delight but then stopped shaking his head when you clutched a handful of his hair between your fingers, pushing him away for him to breathe and for you to look him in the eye and tell him that you needed him somewhere else, somewhere more sensitive.
“Please?” You begged trying to sound as sultry as possible, hand rubbing over your thigh, trying your best to sell what you had to offer.
Sam smirked; he knew exactly where you needed him. His tongue peeked out once again and licked a long stripe over your pussy. He notices you rocking against his face, convulsing. And you moan as the tip of his tongue flicks against your clit. It’s not long before the coil in your lower abdomen tightens, threatening to snap as he sucks your clit into his mouth, not letting up until he’s ready to do so. He suctions and rolls the little bundle of nerves between his lips and you can’t help the quivering of your thigh and your whole body for that matter.
“You like that, baby? Yeah, you fucking love it, don’t you?” He grunted in between breaths and eating you out.
“Fuck, Sam!” You grip tightly to his hair, shoving his face deeper into your pussy, almost to the point where he can’t breathe. But he knows that you are worth it.Knows that whatever you are about to give will be worth the few seconds he has without breaths. Sam squeezes at every available piece of skin that he can get; your hips, your tits. When he gets to the latter, Sam plays with the breasts, pressing them together before taking and nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You gasped at the sensation, the action on the brink of being too painful for you to handle but you just jerk on top of him.
The movement you make and his tongue and his touch. It was everything that you could ever want but you didn’t want to come yet, everything would be over too quickly, and you didn’t want that to happen. Sam is there though, moaning at your taste when you come. He’s there lapping at your juices when they spill from your insides. He pulls away, allowing you to come down from your high, he smiles at you deviously, looking at you straight in the eye, you see your arousal on his chin.
Your breathing has evened but you don’t have much more time to recover as he lunges for you once more, your first orgasm not enough for him. Still sensitive, your hips don’t know whether to move away from him or move closer to him. It seems the latter has won. Your hands rush to be in his hair again, clutching onto it for dear life, almost too hard so that he winces, retaliating with a bite of his own at your inner thigh.
Before you know it, his tongue is shoved deep inside your entrance as his nose bumping against your clit. He eases in and out of you, he closes his lips around your clit and sucks as if his life depended on it. One of your hands release Sam’s hair, but when you do, he quickened his pace and your eyes roll to the back of your head, your thighs boxing him in and drawing him in closer.
You grope at one of your own breasts, as your second impending orgasm is drawing near, that same feeling returning. Another flick to your clit and he awkwardly shoves two of his fingers inside your dripping cunt. He curls his fingers in a come hither motion, finding your g-spot easily with his digits, stroking your walls that were clamping down on him. His coarse stubble was scratching against your inner thighs, only intensifying the fire building in your lower belly. You come once again that evening, enjoying the bliss that you’re in as you collapse next to him, trying to calm your erratic breathing.
Both Sam’s and your chests are heaving, exhaustion ready to take over your body as you curl into him, tracing patterns onto his tattoo that you had only just noticed. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand to remove your arousal that is still glistening from his chin, you look up and see that Sam has a goofy grin on his face.
“What are you smiling at?” You ask with a furrowed brow but a slight curl of your own lips.
He turned his head to look at you and brought his hand up to cup your face in them, “can I kiss you?” He inquired, not answering your question but you nodded your head anyway. Sam leaned forward, thumb stroking of the apple of your cheek, drawing you closer to meet in the middle.
His lips slant against yours and you immediately open your mouth to him as he silently asks for entrance. You moan as you taste yourself on his tongue and see why Sam wasn’t so weird about it earlier.
When he pulls away your eyes are closed and you struggle to open them after such passion has already been exerted and you have barely even started. He gently presses another kiss to your lips and your eyes flutter open, instantly connecting with Sam’s brilliant hazel orbs.
“You taste that?” You nod. “That is why I was smiling.”
His hand moves from your face and skims down your body, over your luxurious curves but stops short of your thighs, his hand resting on your hip. With him touching you, your body was on fire, a trail of heat left behind. His kisses were so intoxicating that you had to go back for more. Lewd moans spilled from your lips as you felt Sam’s hands spreading your legs so he could circle his fingers around your clit before he dipped them into your entrance, his thumb now brushing against your clit, applying the smallest amount of pressure to make you feel the effects. Soon enough, his fingers started pumping in and out of you, curling them until he was buried inside you knuckle deep and finding that sweet spot within you once again.
With an idea sparking inside your mind, you bite at Sam’s bottom lip before continuing the passionate kiss. Your hand wanders down Sam’s body, over his chest, over his abdomen, over his cock. You caress his cock before taking him in your hand, dragging your hand up and down, your thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock. When you broke apart from your kisses, you barely spoke above a whisper. “I wanna feel you.”
With a final few pumps of his fingers, he withdraws them, leaving you empty and wanting more but it is hardly noticed. He kisses you once again before pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling his stomach. “Go for it, baby.”
“You have a condom?” Sam stretches out an arm to the nightstand next to his bed and pulls out the shiny foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth and handing the rubber over to you. Shuffling back, you now balance on his thick muscular thighs. Grabbing his growing erection, making it stand upright instead of resting against his stomach, you pinch the top of the condom and smoothly roll it down on his cock. When that was done, Sam offered you one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Placing a hand on his chest, you lifted yourself up, hovering over him. The hand that was on his chest came to grip his cock and line it up with your entrance.
Slowly, you sank down on him until he was buried to the hilt inside of you, the blunt head of his cock hitting your cervix. Subconsciously, you threw your head back in ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your body automatically quivering, hips rolling, your clit brushing over his pelvis.
“Fuck! You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.” Sam grunts. He mumbled something about wrecking that pussy but you had only just heard it over yours and Sam’s panting, choosing to ignore it and see if he would live up to his confident words.
You sweep your hair back out of your face and tuck it behind your ears as it blocks your view from him and his gorgeous body. Yes, you are objectifying him but who wouldn’t? What he doesn’t know won’t kill him besides if he owned a mirror, he would know or he is totally modest, or blind. The smirk on his face told you he just knew what you were thinking, he knew he was hot as hell.
You realise your fingers are still linked when Sam squeezes them, you squeeze back and release them, guiding both his hands to your hips. Grinding down on him, you feel the full length of him pressed inside of you, pressed against your inner walls. They clamp down on him as his pelvis juts up to meet yours and you know that that is your cue to start bouncing, moving, anything that will satisfy the both of you. But you wait a little while longer, this moment between the two of you was something different, something that you hadn’t felt before.
Sam’s fingers dig into your skin and you’re sure that there will be bruises but you don’t care, you want to be marked by him; he has ruined you for all men anyway. You lean down to attach your lips to his and the new angle creates a whole other level of pleasure, the waves that flow through you make the coil in your stomach tighten once again. You can feel your next orgasm approaching and you know you won’t last long.
You never broke the kiss, only deepened it before it became sloppy, tilting your head to the side and pulling his face closer to yours. His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you obliged his silent command to open your mouth. Your tongues battled for pure and utter dominance, flicking against each other every few seconds to gain the upper hand.
When you finally pulled apart, he chased your lips and started to sit up but you pushed him down. Your lips going to his neck to suck a hickey, he had already marked you, it would only be fair to mark him as he had with you.
When you pulled away, you were happy with the mark, dark and purple and all yours. Dragging your hands down his chest, you trailed them down to his abdomen, his hands move to your thighs and gives you free reign. Finally, much to Sam’s approval you start to bounce on him, going up until he’s almost out of you, just the tip inside, but then you crash down on him. You do this and your nearly there, nearly over the edge but you need that little extra push and Sam knows it too. He reaches between your bodies and instantly connects with your clit, rapidly flicking over it.
“Ahh, Sam, don’t stop.” Reverting back to grinding, you feel the familiar clenching of Sam’s ball at your ass and you know you are both about to explode. “Right there, fuck, keep going, keep going, keep going!”
You rock your hips and Sam thrusts upwards and deeper into you, with one final magic touch of the pleasure button, your orgasm rushes through you as white spots start to cloud your vision. Tumbling over the edge, your pussy clamps tightly around Sam bringing him into his own finish, shooting white hot ropes of his come into the condom but he isn’t done with you yet, he flips you so that you are on your back and he’s hovering over you, his forearms supporting his weight so that he isn’t fully on you.
He’s managed to stay inside you and you feel full and sweaty, as the suds roll down your face and build on your chest. You know he wants to go once more before he is finished with you and you are totally okay with that. You are totally okay with the predatory gaze in his eyes that he holds with your and you know he’s about to attack.
He dips his head and you think that he is going to kiss you again but he doesn’t, he buries his head in your neck and repeats your earlier motions, sucking on any skin that is available to him, licking over the small wounds he has made as a soothing gesture to calm the almost pornographic moans that are leaving your throat.
Sam starts pumping his hips, driving himself deeper and deeper into you. He creates another new angle, hips rotating and grinding and dragging, it all feels so fucking good but his rhythm is interrupted, Sam stops his actions and pulls out of your soaking wet pussy. Flipping you onto your front, he presses his hand in between your shoulder blades, your chest to the mattress below you. You were almost positive that there was a hand print left in its wake.
He takes this time to remove the condom and replaces it with another, he’d deal with the old one later. But right now, he was focused on fucking you as hard as he can because he knows that he is on the brink of another orgasm; he just wants to fuck you first.
Ass in the air, Sam’s hand drags across the length of your back, squeezing your hip and giving your ass a harsh smack before he grabbed his cock and pushed it inside you once more. He starts his punishing rhythm once again, fucking you from behind and making your whole body shake and shiver. Clenching your fists around the sheets, you almost curl your body at how good it feels.
When he pulls just one more orgasm from you, Sam’s whole body explodes, grunting and groaning as he comes. The mob boss falls on top of you, his dead weight crushing your body under his. Rolling you both onto your sides, Sam finds your clit and starts to rub at it, ensuring that the waves of your orgasm have passed and all that is left is the aftershocks, ready to wear off.
Coming out of your daze, you only just realise that Sam has already slipped out of you and jumped off the bed. He discards both of the condoms in the trash in the bathroom coming back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up. You thank him, eyes glossed over as you snuggled into the pillows.
“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” You ask, clutching onto his biceps as he removes all the evidence of your activities. He tosses the washcloth haphazardly on the floor and tucks you into his arm.
“You wanted to be wooed. This is all on you.” He kisses you soundly, tracing patterns on your naked body as you both finally drift off into a peaceful sleep. You’re too tired to even think of a witty response.
*
Sam picked you up everyday after your shift even if it had been a late shift going all through the night. He didn’t mind and you didn’t have to ask. It was endearing, sure, but if you were being honest there were some days that you just wanted to be alone and walk to the house by yourself. As you were told multiple times, you knew that wasn’t possible. It wouldn’t be possible anymore if there was still this rivalry between the two gangs. No matter how many people each of them had exterminated, nothing would stop this until everyone or everything was dead.
Sam had been away for a long time and even though he had sent another one of his crew members, you were still scared for Sam. At first, he had sent his brother, Dean, then suddenly he stopped coming too. You had only recently learned that the new driver was called Bobby. Through his grumpy demeanour, you saw that he was somewhat a softie but there was still an edge to him that made you weary, almost terrified of him. But you knew that if Sam had trusted Bobby then you would be safe, that you would have nothing to worry about.
After two days of being driven about by Bobby, you asked him the question that had been burning through your mind. “Bobby, if you don’t mind me asking… where’s Sam at these days?”
“Unfortunately, I’m not at liberty to discuss anything of his whereabouts.” Came his gruff reply but you were sick of being ignored, of being in the dark.
You weren’t going to take this bullshit anymore. “If you don’t tell me right now, then I swear to whoever is listening, that I will jump out of the moving car and kick up a storm until I know what the hell is going on.”
Bobby pulled the car over and checked over the back seat and grabbed your chin between his fingers, a little too violently. “You listen her, little girl. The less you know the better off you’ll be. Understand? The world you’re living in now ain’t no sunshine and rainbows. The real world is filled with death and murder. No happy endings. So get your head out of your ass and grow up.”
His words had shook you to your core, you had no idea what to say of how to react. How could you have been so stupid to end in this whirlwind of a criminal life? Of course you had to fall for a guy that was in the craziest business of them all. Looking out of the black tinted windows, you sat back in your seat, your bottom lip quivering but you refused to let any tears fall. That would have been unbecoming of you.
Later that night, with Bobby stationed outside of the safe house, you heard the jingle of keys before the twiddling of the doorknob. With sharp ears and feline feet, you quickly hid away in your closet. Even though there were signs that someone you knew was coming into the house, there was still doubt in your mind, something telling you not to take any chances, not when Sam wasn’t here to be with you and protect you.
“Y/N?”
You sighed when you heard the familiar voice of Sam’s brother. It was like a whole weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You could get back to talking to someone other than yourself. Putting down the knife that you had hidden in the closet, you compose yourself and call out that you would be with him in a moment.
Greeting Dean, you stepped into a small embrace before offering him a coffee. When all the pleasantries were exchanged, you led Dean to a seat and took a deep breath. You had to pluck up the courage you had to ask about where Sam was and if you could see him. But before you could speak, Dean had already interrupted your thoughts bringing them to life.
“So, Bobby told me that you kinda exploded today on the way home from work.” He scrutinised your face and spotted the small finger shaped bruises that had already formed on your face. “See he already warned you, huh?”
You nodded, taking a sip from your coffee before you spoke. “Yeah. I just wanted to know- I just wanted to know where Sam was and why I hadn’t seen or heard from him. I just want to know whether or not he’s okay. I pushed too hard and got pushed back. Not one of my best days.”
Dean’s eyebrows rose within a fraction of a second but you caught it, you also caught the tiny smirk that was on his lips but you never questioned it. Never questioned anything they did anymore because if you did you figured that you would only get hurt.
“Get dressed. We’re going for a drive.” Dean demanded, before he pushed back the chair back and shoved his arms through his jacket, tossing it over his shoulders. “I’ll be waiting in the car. Don’t take too long, you won’t wanna miss this drive. Go.”
A single nod and you were flying up the stairs. What clothes you had, were shooting across the room. You changed out of your work top and switched it out for an old tee and a hoodie you think you had stolen from Sam and ungracefully slipped into your tennis shoes. Checking the time on your phone, you saw that only a mere two minutes had passed. Time to get into the car and pray for your own safety and answers about Sam and his whereabouts.
The car ride was almost silent, apart from Dean’s soft humming of a Metallica song. Somehow, over the past week or so of riding in the car with Dean, you found out that he was a huge metal head, you had finally learned the difference between Metallica and Led Zeppelin, and even Bon Jovi. Who knew it was more than one guy?
“Listen. Hit me if you want but could you tell me something? Anything about Sam? Even just to say that he’s fine or if he never wants to see me again. I just need to know something. Please?” Quickly but clearly, you uttered your words to Dean, your fingernails scraping across the pads of your finger, as well as the cuffs of your hoodie. All of what you said was risky, your heart beating a mile a minute but you just wanted- no you needed those answers, even if Sam just didn’t want to see you ever again.
He chuckled, Dean actually chuckled at your words- at your tortured words. “Just be quiet. You can wait a few more minutes, can’t you?”
You swallowed but bit at the inside of your cheek before nodding at the dark man. Moments had passed and Dean had turned into a road where he came to a stop. Oh no, this is how you died. Down a dark and dingy alley. This couldn’t be the last place you saw before you left this earth.
“Let’s go. Chop, chop.” Dean demanded, the car door creaking open before it slammed shut behind him; you quickly followed suit, the deafening sound of the car lock screeching in your ear.
Opening the heavy doors, the light that shone through blinded you. The stark white against the pitch black of night. A few nurses and doctors were first to pierce through your vision, they were the first things that you saw when your vision had readjusted.
“We’re here to see Steve Buchanan.” Dean mentioned to the receptionist. He nodded, wiggling his fingers over the keyboard after he had given you a once over with a disdainful look on his face. The monitor flashed and the man swiped a finger - indiscreetly - over his nose, a not so secret signal, you presumed.
“You know where to go, Sir.” The man tipped his head and continued to scour whatever was on his phone. He was obviously so done with his job but you didn’t know what to expect in this hidden hospital, one that you had only just found out about a few moments ago. For all you knew there could have been a gun pulled on him under the desk. It was better just to go along with things than to question them. You learn things like that the hard way.
But who was Steve Buchanan? You racked your brain for any mention of the name but nothing was coming to you. You had absolutely no idea who the man this Steve was. Maybe he was the reason that Sam couldn’t see you. Was he a rival? A friend? Family? Hopefully, this visit would be the one where you would get some answers, you prayed that it wasn’t one that would have you ask more questions.
You were quiet when Dean lead you to the elevator, not daring to make a noise when you traveled through the hospital. Mutters, wheels rolling and the scuffling of feet could be heard, a few beeps here and there but other than that it fell on deaf ears.
Six rhythmic taps on the door brought you out of a daydream, your feet working on autopilot as you followed. The door Dean knocked on opened and you immediately stopped playing with a thread in your pocket, your jaw almost falling off of your face.
You felt as if you had been hit in the stomach then slammed to the floor. Unable to do anything. You took a few deep breaths trying to make sense of it all. Taking a step back, you shake your head, you didn’t want for this to be true. You took off, finding the nearest nurse to ask where the toilets were.
“Straight down the hall and to the left, darl.” She responded, you missed the look of concern she had for you on her face. You couldn’t even thank her, the bile in your throat rising. You could barely breathe.
Finding the bathroom, you fell onto your knees in the first stall. Seeing him like that wasn’t what you expected, all the bruises and wires, cuts and tubes. It wasn’t what you wanted to see and all but hoped that you would never see it again. Everything that you ate for breakfast and lunch. When the contents of your stomach had completely emptied, you sat back on your haunches, your temple on the wall just waiting for the wave of dizziness to pass.
You hated that Sam looked so vulnerable, so helpless. And you couldn’t do anything to help him.
Everything from your head to your throat to your stomach was aching.All you could think about was the pain, the pain of what Sam was going through, of what you had just experienced.
A few moments later, you still hadn’t moved from your space until Dean’s voice had sounded through the door. When he didn’t get an answer from you, he carefully came through into ladies bathroom.
“I know it looks bad but it did look worse at the beginning of the week.” Dean joked as he rubbed a hand over your back. A quick chortle followed before it stopped. He must have realised how stupid he sounded, but the fact that he was making jokes did cheer you up a little. Just a little.
“Why didn’t you- anyone tell me sooner?” You sniffled, wiping your tears and your nose on your sleeve.
“Because we know about the baby, sweetheart.” Dean simply said, making your stomach drop. “Sam had someone keep an eye on you, you picked up the pregnancy tests at the pharmacy. And you’re throwing up right now so I think my deductions are correct. You’re pregnant.”
*
“I didn’t think you would change my life the way you did but I don’t think I can do this anymore.” The tears were streaming down your face, you didn’t want this life anymore. You couldn’t bring a child into the world that their father lived in. Not when there was such anger and hatred, blood and violence. It just wasn’t worth it, no matter how much you loved Sam. No matter how much you have come to love Dean and Bobby, too.
This was the hardest decision you would ever have to make but it was probably the most important one too.
“What are you talking about?” Sam scoffed, running a hand through his hair before he reached out to take hold of yours. It took everything inside of you to pull it away but you had no strength to do it; so you let him take it. “You’ve been acting weird ever since I got out of the hospital. You can talk to me. No harm with come to you.”
“You can’t promise that. You couldn’t even protect yourself. How are you supposed to protect us?” You almost snapped, pulling your hand from his to rub over your face, trying to get rid of the ever flowing tears but they just wouldn’t stop. “And I know you know about the baby, so don’t play dumb.”
“You’re keeping it?” He asked incredulously, extremely confused about your decision to keep his and your child.
“You may be a killer but I’m not. I wouldn’t kill this baby. Because that is not who I am.” You rose from your seat and you didn’t hear if he had answered, but you didn’t know that he was too stunned to even think about a response. He knew that you were right about being a killer, he accepted it because that was what he and his family were. But he remembered who the fuck he was. Remembered everything his father taught him, everything his mother taught him, even remembered what Dean had taught him. All the family values he possessed.
He wouldn’t want this baby to grow up in a world that he had been caught up in. It was his fault that he had continuously pursued you. He should have known that this would have happened but you were just so hard to resist especially after making him work, after making Sam almost beg on his knees.He shouldn’t have done it but he did and now he had to pay for the consequences. If he had a chance to stop it he would. That was exactly what he was going to try and do.
“Is that what you think you’ll be doing if you abort this baby?” He didn’t even give you time to respond. “You will be saving them from imminent death. A death that we may not be able to stop if people find out about this baby. The others will take their anger, their frustrations out on our baby and there will be no remorse at all because that is what they do. They live and breath the smell of blood because it is what gives them an edge, a sort of power, a blood lust that they haven’t been able to control. Not even when it comes to women and children.
Storming up the stairs, your feet angry and quick, you grabbed your suitcase and filled it with all your belongings. You didn’t take too long, you barely had anything a value. A few days clothes maybe a week. Unframing the only two photos that you had in the house, you carefully dragged your finger over the picture. You and Sam posing in the snow. You don’t know how but you held Sam’s entire weight on your back long enough for Dean to capture the picture. The second was a little more candid. The two of you in the diner and he had cracked a corny joke and it was just an awful one that you had heard way too many than you cared to admit but after a moment of silence you couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt to carry out a successful pick up line.
The thought made you smile, but then you remembered how angry Sam had made you moments ago. The way he had just naturally assumed that you would get rid of the baby. There was no way in hell that you could do that right? Or maybe there was a chance that you could do it, you couldn't bring a child into this world. A world of war and massacre. But women gave birth everyday. Women can also make the decision to get an abortion. Maybe you were just angry with him because he hadn't asked what you were going to do about the baby, how he hadn't even considered talking to you about your options, about what the two of you should do.
When you deemed the suitcase filled with your most valuable belongings, you took a deep breath and glanced around at the room that had become part of your home. You were going to miss this place, miss the memories, miss the people. All good things must come to an end. You just wished that they came to an end to make room for new, better things. This was it. One final look and you were on your way out of here, to wherever the wind took you. It was a new adventure, you kept telling yourself. It was a new adventure and you were going to be fine. Whatever you do, wherever you went, you were going to be okay.
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Dark Desire [Chapter One]
Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington
Warning: Language
Yeah sorry, I don’t even know what this is. It’s a mafia au and a mess but I hope you enjoy it!
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The room was dead quiet. All eyes were on Billy. He never started a meeting without his right-hand man. He knew Steve was going to be late. Billy could have easily pushed the meeting to a later time, but he enjoyed watching the others squirm under his watchful eye. A toothpick hung out of the corner of his mouth. He anxiously chewed on it.
Steve and Billy were an unlikely pair. They were rivals in school. Both of them had grown up in the business. Steve’s father was a huge mob boss. Ran all of Indiana, almost half of Ohio, and the lower part of Michigan. Billy was a nobody from California who got transferred into the private school in Hawkins.
Billy never hated Steve. He just saw him as competition, but that all changed when the two of them got stuck in detention together and Billy learned that Steve wanted nothing to do with the family business. He hated his parents. Steve had wanted to go out on his own and make a name for himself.
That’s when Billy had struck up the deal between the two. After high school, they would head back out to Billy’s old stomping grounds in California. They would build an empire from the ground up together. Slowly, make their way back and take everything from Steve’s father. Surprisingly, Steve didn’t even hesitate to take the deal.
The boys shook hands and that was the end of the rivalry. It had begun a beautiful friendship and partnership. That’s exactly what happened too. After graduation, Steve told his parents to shove it, packed up most of his belongings and then headed west to California with Billy at his side.
Billy had the reputation back home. When he arrived with Steve in tow it didn’t take long for the two of them to start building that partnership. They took down other mob families. Gathered up all of the surrounding territories. The two of them continued to on the warpath right up until it brought them to Indiana.
The pair wanted to make Steve’s dad sweat. Make him a little nervous. At first, they left Indiana alone. They took control of all of Ohio and the whole lower peninsula of Michigan. Then with one last trick up their sleeve, they snatched most of the territory in Illinois and upper Kentucky completely surrounding Steve’s father.
The pair had been successful. Steve’s father stared at Billy from the other end of the table. Billy sat up a little straighter when the door to the room finally opened. Steve and all of his glorious hair stepped in the room. He shot Billy a brilliant smile and Billy couldn’t help but smile back.
“Steve?” Mr. Harrington said in confusion.
“Sorry to keep all of you waiting,” Steve apologized as he came to take the seat right of Billy.
“No worries, we have all the time in the world,” Billy smiled.
Mr. Harrington looked at his son horrified.
“You’re doing this to me? You’re the one who is trying to flush me out?” Mr. Harrington asked.
“Come on now, Pops, you can’t be completely surprised. There had to have been some whisperings about what I was up to,” Steve said tilting his head to look at his aging father.
“I’ve heard things I just couldn’t believe it,” Mr. Harrington said shaking his head.
“Now that my business partner is here I think we have something to discuss,” Billy said.
“Business partner?” Mr. Harrington said in disbelief.
“I told you years ago, Pops, I wanted nothing to do with your business, not the business itself,” Steve explained.
Mr. Harrington sat back in shock.
“Now, I’m sure you’re all aware that we have taken over almost all of your territory around here. Including other territories from other families,” Billy began.
“Hawkins is the last piece of the puzzle,” Steve said.
“Do you really think that I would willingly sell you, Hawkins?” Mr. Harrington asked in disgust.
Billy smiled.
“Well, you don’t have much of an option, Pops. You either willingly give us Hawkins and we take it from you. And trust me you don’t want us to take it from you. Ask the Andersons how well that worked out for them,” Steve said.
Billy laughed. “Oh right, you can’t, unless you head to the bottom of Lake Michigan for a little chat,”
“This is my home. Our home. Where would your mother and I go if I were to give this to you?” His father asked.
Steve looked bored. Rolling his eyes, he sat back in his chair, his hands went behind his head with a calm and relaxed face. Mr. Harrington surged to his feet. He stared at Billy then locked eyes with his son.
“You will have to pry my money, my home, and my town from my cold dead fingers,” Mr. Harrington snarled.
Billy started to laugh. Mr. Harrington glanced a look at his son, but Steve was only staring at him. There was no sympathy or regret in his eyes. No, his son, his only child looked at him like he was nothing.
Billy sat forward resting his hands against the table. Mr. Harrington watched him with careful eyes. Billy’s laughter faded and his smile fell. He nodded to somebody behind Mr. Harrington. Two large hands came to grab Mr. Harrington by his arms. He began thrashing around trying to free himself.
“You know what to do with him,” Billy said.
“Sir,” Tommy said with a nod before dragging Mr. Harrington from the room.
When his father was finally gone Steve sat up a little straighter. He looked at the other men in the room.
“You have two choices here gentlemen. You can either jump ship, come to work with Billy and me or face the same ending as my father,” Steve said.
The men all looked around at each other.
“I always knew you’d be a better leader than your father,” Mr. Miller said.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Steve’s lips.
“Is that how everyone else feels?” Billy asked.
Slowly, the others nodded along in agreement.
Billy clapped his hands together in excitement. He had won. This was everything that he wanted.
“Perfect, when Tommy returns he’ll tell you what happens next,” Billy said standing.
Steve stood, straightened his jacket, and then ran a hand through his hair. Saying nothing else, Billy left the room with Steve hot on his heels. The screams of his father echoed down the hallway as he followed Billy out of the warehouse. The slick black Camara that was Billy’s pride and joy sat at the curb waiting for them.
The men climbed into the car. Billy started the engine and then looked over at Steve. His friend was staring straight ahead. Billy knew that Steve wasn’t regretting his decisions or having second thoughts, but this man was still his father.
“You know you’re doing the right thing,” Billy began.
Steve whipped his head to the side to look at his partner.
“Oh, I know. I have other things on my mind,” Steve replied.
“Your mother?” Billy asked.
Steve shook his head. “Somebody else from my past,”
“Do you want to talk about them?” Billy asked.
Steve sighed. Billy may be one tough son of a bitch and fucking psychotic but he was one damn good friend.
“Not right now. It’s a discussion for another day,” Steve said.
Billy nodded and dropped the subject. When Steve was ready to talk Billy would be ready for him. Pulling away, Billy drove them back to Hawkins where they were staying at the hotel until they could decide on where they wanted to settle in yet.
The pair stopped for some supplies and dinner. When they entered the hotel lobby the girls behind the desk greeted them with large grins and giggles. Steve rolled his eyes, but Billy ate up the attention. They rode the elevator up to the penthouse level, the elevator dinged, and the door slid open.
Steve and Billy had barely stepped off and into the penthouse with a fiery redhead was there greeting them with a scowl on her face and her hands on her hips.
“What took you so long?” She demanded.
“Maxine,” Billy greeted his sister.
Max scoffed. “Stop calling me that,”
Steve only smirked as he handed her a bag of food.
“Sorry, sweetheart, something came up at the office,” Billy said flopping down on the couch.
“You were supposed to register me for high school today,” Max said.
“Steve and I will take care of it tomorrow,” Billy said before shoveling some fries into his mouth.
Max dropped down on the loveseat next to Steve. He kicked his feet up on the table and let out a sigh. She bit into her burger as she scowled at her brother.
“Listen, I’ll make it up to you,” Billy started.
“Oh, this should be good. There’s nothing to do in this bumfuck town,” Max complained.
“Language!” Steve hissed around a mouthful of milkshake.
Max rolled her eyes. “Well let’s hear it,”
“We’ll take you house hunting. You can have a big say in what we buy,” Billy said.
Max’s eyes lit up.
“And if I want a pool?” Max asked.
“If that’s what you want,” Billy said.
Max glanced up at Steve. He winked at her and she smiled.
“Alright, fine, that’s fair, but be warned you’re going to hate that you just agreed to that,” Max said.
Billy let out a loud laugh. “Oh, little sister, I already do,”
After dinner, Billy and Steve made sure that Max had all the right papers for her transfers. Confirmed their plans for tomorrow and then left Max to get around for bed. Billy received a phone call so he left Steve to his own. Max was staring at him from the bathroom.
“What now?” Steve asked.
“I haven’t seen Billy this happy in a long time. Did everything go okay?” Max asked.
Steve nodded. “We got what we wanted,”
“Then why do you look like shit?” Max asked.
Steve sighed. “This place just brings up a lot of memories,” Steve told her.
“Like a certain girl?” Max asked.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Steve said with a small smile.
“Are you going to tell her you’re home?” Max asked.
Steve shrugged.
“Why not?” Max asked.
“I’m not the guy she thinks I am,” Steve said.
“Who cares,” Max said.
“That’s easy for you to say,” Steve said.
“Steve you’re great. You’ve made my brother a better person and I never thought that was possible. Talk to her,” Max said.
Steve narrowed his eyes. “When did you become such an expert in the romance department?”
“I read a lot,” Max grinned.
Steve chuckled and then ruffled her hair. Billy called out for Steve. Max shut the bathroom door as Steve headed into the living room area of their penthouse. Billy sat on the edge of the couch he was just lighting up a cigarette.
“Well Tommy went over all of the paperwork your father had stashed away in his house,” Billy said.
“And what did Tommy find?” Steve asked.
“There’s one piece of major property that your father doesn’t own,” Billy said.
Steve looked at him in confusion. And then slowly it all started to make sense to him. More than five acres of woods was owned by Jim Hopper. The Chief of police. And her brother. His girl’s brother. Fuck.
“Chief Hopper isn’t just going to give up his property. There’s a reason why he never sold out to my dad,” Steve explained.
“Well maybe we can be a little more convincing,” Billy said.
Steve took the cigarette from Billy and took a hit.
“Actually, I think I know of another way,” Steve said.
Billy cocked an eyebrow.
“Really?” Billy asked.
“Chief Hopper’s younger sister is two years younger than us. She was my best friend growing up,” Steve began.
“A cop’s sister friends with the mobster’s kid?” Billy asked with a laugh.
Steve smiled. “Seems funny, but Chief Hopper never told her about what was going on. She was kept in the dark. She doesn’t know about me and my connections to the mafia,”
Billy was intrigued.
“Well I think it’s necessary that I’m introduced to this young lady immediately,” Billy said.
“Soon. Could I talk to her first?” Steve asked.
“Of course. You do what you think is necessary,” Billy replied.
“She could be our ticket,” Steve said.
“You were friends. I trust you to talk to her, Steve,” Billy said.
“I’ll go after we take Max to register for school,” Steve told him.
“What is the Chief of police’s sister up to?” Billy asked.
“I heard she was a florist,” Steve said.
Billy tipped his head back and laughed. “Perfect, we’re almost out of black roses. Be a dear and see if she can get any in stock for us and keep them in stock,”
Steve shot his friend a look. “Don’t you think that’s a little suspicious having the local florist keep our signature on stock?”
“I think it sounds like a fun time. I’m not trying to hide who we are and why we are here Steve,” Billy said.
“But I want to do this without dragging her into the mess,” Steve argued.
“Do what you need to do, Steve,” Billy said.
Steve sighed.
“Be a dear and pour me a glass of whiskey,” Billy said.
Steve pushed up off the couch and headed over to the bar in the corner. He poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed Billy one glass and then sat back down on his friend. Billy leaned against him as he sipped at his drink.
“I forgot to tell you,” Billy started.
“Tell me what?” Steve asked.
“Welcome home,” Billy grinned with a small chuckle.
Steve snorted as he brought his glass up to his lips. “Yeah, sure, welcome home,”
#Billy Hargrove#Billy Hargrove x Reader#Steve Harrington#Steve Harrington x Reader#Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington#fan fic#mafia au#stranger things#aged up characters#max mayfield
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One Shot - Chapter 1?
Pairing: Changkyun x OC
Genre: Mafia AU; Frenemies to Lovers
Word Count: 1,513
Warning: Mentions of death, though not graphic.
A/N: Someone on Twitter brought up sniper Changkyun/IM and my mind ran with it. Won’t be going farther as of right now, but maybe soon. For now, see it as a one-shot.
The street below was mostly empty, which was normal. People tended to stay out of the area because it radiated an aura that some of them just couldn’t afford. The people roamed about wore things that cost more than the shoes on one's feet and people hated to feel so inferior.
It was the perfect spot to get things done quickly without worry of too many witnesses or injuring those who were “innocent.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Chagkyun muttered, eyes moving from his scoop.
Minhyuk not knowing what was going on went on alert. His hand gripped the nine-millimeter on his hip, eyes scanning the area intently. The longer it went without Changkyun answering the more antsy he became, until he finally thought to look at the younger male.
Changkyun was clearly annoyed and staring him down hard.
“What?” Minhyuk asked, cleared still confused.
“You. You’re what. All up in my space, pushing me out of the way to see through the scope. Stay over there, give me some space.” Kyun said, not so lightly pushing him away.
Minhyuk pouted, readjusting himself so he was closer but giving Changkyun space. “You could have said it nicer.”
“Not the time for nice.”
With that Kyun turned back to his weapon, eyes zeroing in on the hotel across the street. He had no more time to waste focusing on Minhyuk, he needed to give that to his target. The man hadn’t arrived yet, but he’d be there soon. And Kyun would only have a small window to get to him.
The man, a mafia right hand by the name of Max, was going to be arriving for a meeting. He never traveled without an intense security detail. People would come out of the hotel seconds before he arrived and swarm him once he was fully out the vehicle. Kyun’s only shot would be the moment his head was in range.
Missing the mark by a second would mess everything up. He’d still have the chance to get the shot in, but he’d have to take out several others to do it. And it would mean there was less time to escape.
Seconds passed and he grew annoyed. When he was told that he’d be there at exactly 4 p.m. that’s what he expected, not any later than that. Kyun didn’t want to be sitting there all day.
“Where the fuck is he?” he muttered.
“Soon,” Kihyun said through comms.
He rolled his eyes. “What is soon? He should be here already? Did you not get it right?”
A loud scoff came through, the offensive clear. “I always get it right. He’s just running late, they had to reroute because of some suspect car tailing them.”
“No arguing. Focus,” Shownu’s commanding voice rang out, putting a stop to whatever snide remark Changkyun was ready to hurl.
And before he knew it a swarm of guards exited the hotel and formed a semi-circle. A few others came out as well, eyes prowling the area and the rooftops. They’d never see them, they were hiding in a blind spot several buildings over.
Gravel alerted them on the car before it came into view. Two SUVs with tinted windows pulled up. More guards poured out of the one and then the other before his bald head came into view.
Kyun shifted, waited a second, and then pulled the trigger. It was going to miss he could tell before it landed in the guard in front of Max, but he’d already adjusted and fired off another round. The first random into the bodyguard's shoulder and a split second Max’s head.
A clean shot, minimal splatter.
The few roaming the streets scattered and screamed. Some guards tended to their boss while others went on alert, trying to find where the shot came from.
Changkyun and Minhyuk were already packed up by the time a shot fired off in their direction. They had assumed a sniper would be in play, but not one good enough to find them. Thankfully, they weren’t firing in the direction.
“Hurry up,” Minhyuk said, grabbing Kyun’s hand and leading him to the elevator.
They got on and rode it down. Adjusting their clothing and bags so they didn’t seem disheveled when the exited onto the street. They had to look like scared rich kids trying to getaway.
Kyun adjusted his Gucci weekend bag once more as they left the elevator. They slipped past all the scared patrons unnoticed and made it out to the back quickly.
But not quick enough. By the time they spotted the car waiting for them a guard was in the alleyway. No one could guess what made them stand out to him, but he raised his weapon and started shooting. They made a break for it with Minhyuk firing back.
The getaway car revved to life and reversed, the back door sliding open as it did. Kyun jumped in and then yanked Minhyuk in after him. The car immediately sped forward and as Kyun got comfortably he noticed the guard’s unmoving body faced down.
The speeding only lasted a moment and then Hyungwon was driving normally on a street completely opposite the others. His expression was blank, giving away nothing at all. He looked like some bored guy on the way home from work; his clothing very business casual.
Hyungwon’s eyes flitted to his mirror to look at the two in the backseats. A deep exhale escaping him as he noticed something. “Minhyuk’s arm is bleeding.”
Both boys head’s whipped down, staring intently on the growing red stain near his shoulder. Kyun sighed and picked up a stray shirt from the car’s floor. Meanwhile, Minhyuk undid the shirt, wincing slightly because his adrenaline hadn’t been high enough to mute the feeling completely.
They checked the damage, which was a graze, while the slightest amount of bullet left behind. Kyun took the shirt and wrapped it tightly around the wound to get the bleeding to slow.
The remained silent the rest of the drive to the safehouse. Everyone ignoring the screams of Kihyun, Shownu, and Wonho about Minhyuk being hurt. They could deal with it when they got there.
And deal with it they did. The moment they were safely inside Wonho was yelling and shoving Kyun. While simultaneous worrying. Kihyun had taken Minhyuk over to a table in the corner of the warehouse main room to deal with the graze and Shownu was looking worried and disapproving.
“What happened?” Shownu asked.
Kyun sighed, his annoyed facade dropping a little as he glanced over to Minhyuk. “We were fine until the alley. I don’t know what the dude saw, but he almost immediately started shooting. We were sus, so maybe he recognized us or was trigger happy. Either way, Minhyuk returned fire and we got out. He was on the ground bleeding when we left.”
Shownu took a deep breath, but at the end of it just nodded. He patted Kyun on the shoulder and walked away to check on Minhyuk.
“At least neither of you are majorly hurt,” Wonho conceded.
As Wonho also walked away and Changkyun took a deep breath, directing his gaze to the ground a brown arm reached out for his bag.
He looked up and there stood Spencer. She was staring at him expectantly and after too long he relinquished hold on the bag.
Without a word she carried it away to the couch and opened it up. She pulled out the weapon, carefully looking it over. The way she inspected it would make on think Kyun didn’t know how to handle it, which was false; and made him annoyed.
“It was a little off. The first shot missed,” he said.
Spencer whipped around with the gun raised before anyone could react she fired off a shot. Kyun ducked, fear gripping him for a moment. He looked behind him, seeing the hole she’d put an inch from the sign that said Home Sweet Home above the entrance. His head whipped around to look back at her, his eyes wide.
“Seems just fine to me. So maybe you’re the problem,” she said calmly.
No one says a word after that. Kyun waits for it, but then Shownu meets his gaze and just shrugs. His attention returning to a mostly patched up Minhyuk.
Once he’s regained his bearings he stands up, dusting off his but. “It was a joke.”
Spencer rolled her eyes, pushing strays curls out of the way she could see him clearly. “Jokes are cute and funny. That was not. Besides I’m not in the mood for cute. Next time use your own fucking weapon instead of manhandling mine.”
“Why is she here again?” Kyun asked, flustered.
“Because Minhyuk was too slow on the trigger and I ended up taking a bullet for your leader.”
With that, she turned on her heel and made her exit. Probably to her office or the armory to dismantle her “tainted” weapon.
Once she was gone Kyun turned and glared at Minhyuk who just scoffed and flipped him off.
#changyun#im changkyun#im#Monsta X#orgininal character#oc#changkyunxoc#imxoc#assassian au#shownu#minkyuk#wonho#kihyun#hyungwon#jooheon#changkyuhn fanfic#changkyun fanfiction#im fanfic#im fanfiction#monsta x fanfic#monsta x fan fiction#sniper!changkyun
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Masterlist of B’s Bitchin Prompts
A compiled list of everyone’s prompts from this round of our exchange – thank you for letting us post them, and we hope you guys enjoy them! If you use a prompt, please let us know and we’ll reblog your piece!
Prompts are organized by their submitter, so feel free to ctrl+f to find character-specific prompts.
fandom-fae
Misa surrounded by lots of flowers, with Rem floating in the background.
Light, happy, wearing goth/emo clothes & he’s holding an apple.
Female!L and female!Light on a date in an ice café
Misa in pastel goth fashion, reading a book.
Shien from Light Up The New World meeting Mello (from his time at the mafia) and Misa (from before L died)
Near and Misa eating ice cream together
Misa painting Mello’s nails
Linda painting Misa
Mello in pastel clothes, being in a café with Misa
Beyond crying with A’s dead body in the background
Misa standing on the edge of the building she jusmped off, viewed through the shinigami eyes.
Light waking up in his teenage bedroom after he died, as a seventeen-year-old a day before he would’ve found the death note, and what he’d do
Mello finds the death note instead of Light, and if he’d tell Matt about it
Beyond and Misa spending a day together (going shopping, playing pranks on ppl, committing murder, a date, etc. it’s your choice!)
(pre-canon) Misa going on vacation with her family to Winchester, and befriending the Wammy’s kids, Maki and her father are also there
(pre-canon) Mello adopting a stray cat and naming her L, he absolutely adores her. one day she dies, how he would react
Naomi meets L, she thinks he’s Beyond Birthday. how does he convince her otherwise?
Light being suicidal, and either Misa or L stop him from killing himself, and the conversation that ensues
Linda lives in LA, and gets contacted by Near, years after the Kira case
Misa performing a ritual to talk to ghosts after Light died. She actually manages to contact a ghost, L’s ghost
Beyond contacting Misa because someone told him she had a god of death at her command, and he wants to bring someone back (A, or L, your decision), Rem (compassionately) explaining that it doesn’t work that way, and Misa comforting Beyond (it’s optional whether or not they end up friends)
gevnni
Light and Mikami having a lightsaber fight
Rester is Takada's bodyguard
Gevanni putting together a ship in a bottle
the FBI asks B for help in a case + Naomi and Raye look on slightly horrified at his antics
Rester is Takada's bodyguard
Gevanni putting together a ship in a bottle while on a case
nocturneproductions
Fem!Light
MatsuLight kissing
Beyond birthday being creepy
Mob!au, ideally focused on Light
Light and Matsuda on a first date
Ryuk stays with Light during the Yotsuba arc
hazblogs
A in a crop top with the queer flag(s) of your choice
Mello and sun imagery
Pokémon (Go or not) AU with the Wammy gang (including possible OCs of yours)
band AU with Light, Misa, Ryuk and L
Light with Hanahaki disease (you can pick the ship you want, make it AU or not)
Naomi and BB interacting (during the LABB case or in an AU)
L/Light being soulmates (canon or AU)
how Matt started smoking (I am comfortable with heavy drug themes)
ikathemadhatter
Light and L as goth idols
Naomi & B as Pokemon trainers
L taking care of a cat
Lucifer!Light
Light, L and Misa dressed up for Halloween
LawLight Little Mermaid AU where Light is a mermaid
LawLight Mad Max AU
What chain of events brought Wammy to adopt L?
During Yotsuba Arc, Misa forces Light on a night date at the karaoke and L has to follow them because he and Light are still chained together. What happens after few drinks and some songs?
jam-knife
Naomi and B rocking some tuxedos!
Mello and Matt just laying around at Wammy's. Just a nice art is more than enough, but if you feel like making it into a funny one-panel comic then that would be awesome :D
Misa and B (and any other character you feel like including) killing it at Met Gala -literally or figuratively or both is up to you xD
An LxLight slowburn with Yotsuba!Light obsessing over whether he is in fact Kira or not.
The Tales of That One Time Mello Allegedly Beat Matt's Ass at Mario Kart.
A first-person narration of Misa after finding out Light died, and how she planned her suicide (but if it's a triggering subject for you I totally get it! No probs at all)
misas-biggest-fan
misa at one of her concerts! super hardcore and goth and metal
Light and L being soft and loving to each other!!
misa and beyond but LIFE SWAP AU where b is the tormented rockstar second kira and misa is the bitter, murderous wammy's kid!
beyond meets naomi before starting his LABB plan and his love for her convinces him not to go through w it <3333 you can make it romantic if you want by im more a platonic ship sort of dude!
kira!L goes up against detective!Light
light being tailed by L’s ghost
niatsuki
Near and Light kissing
Mikami and Light in the rain sharing an umbrella
Mello travelling
Domestic Mikalight
Matsuda confronting Near on the theory he brings up at the end of the manga
Nate and Light having an obtuse argument, but with romantic undertones
ichigosouma
L wearing Gucci
Watari on his day off
Anyone as a pokemon trainer
Misa and Beyond going shopping
Mikami and Kiyomi hanging out on their day off
Ryuk and Rem playing the wii together
translightyagami
L in a sweater that says "My Gender is Shut the Fuck Up"
Light with a bloody nose and starry eyes
L with his hair in a loose ponytail, reading a Nancy Drew book
The books L read as a child, bonus points if you do Nancy Drew and not Sherlock
3 drinks Light has had with men he's in love with (your choice on who the men are)
L putting Light into a coat and leaving an object in his pocket that Light finds later, with Light speculating what the object means.
izaori
Backup in a magical girl outfit (whether it's from akazukin chacha or somewhere else, it doesn't matter)
Mello playing a sport like soccer or baseball, in a cool sports uniform perhaps
Sayu and Light studying together!!
Backup back in his Wammy days before doing the LABB, interacting with other students or working on case files
Light and Yuri's date at the amusement park since she still wanted to go so badly after the bus-jacking incident.
L and Rem have a chat shortly before L's death, by themselves. L likely knows he'll be dying soon, and Rem has the same feeling.
pensulliwen
Misa making Valentine’s Day chocolate, perhaps while daydreaming about a fantastically unlikely result of giving them to Light.
Meme redraws featuring Misa, Light, and L. Just go crazy. Any ridiculous meme image, shove these dorks in there instead.
A family portrait of Misa when she was younger, imagining her parents and sister or with their faces obscured.
Misa and Mogi on a shopping “date” in which the unlikely pair manage to work together surprisingly well.
Light considers eliminating Misa from the equation many times, but there’s always something that stops him. Explore how he views her and the dissonance between how he views her versus how he views himself, as well as the reasoning for keeping her around longer than intended.
An older Sayu reflecting on how her relationship with her brother has changed, and maybe trying to rekindle the closeness she felt when they were younger.
stanmisa
Misa in fashionable clothes or Misa in Scene/emo fashion
L x Light hate-relationship
Misa, Light, and L (and any other characters you prefer) as fantasy classes/races, like d&d
L/Light hate pining/complicated emotions between these emotionally stunted men
Misa getting together with Rem instead of Light
Sayu and Misa being friends
yagami-raito-kun
Light and Near interacting in any form
College professor AU (any characters)
Art inspired by any of my fics or drabbles is always welcome!
Light in prison always gets a hell yeah
Light and Sayu at the beach being siblings and having fun
Canon divergence: Mello kidnaps Light instead of Sayu
sculs-cf-scnder
Misa Amane giving Beyond Birthday a very Misa makeover
Demegawa at a spa, getting pampered after a hard day at work
Team Kira (Mikami, Light, Misa, Takada, Higuchi is optional) as a visual kei band.
Death Note is actually a TV drama; Misa and Light are actors and Misa is starting to think that Light hates her just like his character even though they are dating
An insight on the aftermath of Aizawa quitting, how did his family react, doubts about his marriage and his future
Sachiko and Sayu take the day off to have a girls' night.
eyeshiny
Beyond chilling with some tigers in the jungle (if you enjoy drawing animals)
70s fashion Mello+Matt (romantic or no)
stone faced 1920s family-style portrait of L + the Wammy boys (A+B included or removed, however youd like)
Beyond and A start a ghosthunting business, B is essentially a fake psychic but A can actually see ghosts
Pre-orphanage backstory for any of the Wammy boys (not necessarily tragic! think series of unfortunate events moreso than a true crime documentary)
What if death note was written like a seinfeld episode?
Anonymous
Sidoh drinking hot chocolate & being happy
B in a bathrobe with a strawberry pattern
Naomi and Halle on a date
Awkward post-Kira case dinner at Gevanni's house that includes all four living members of the SPK
Mello interviews B, but B mostly just trolls him and doesn't give clear answers to anything he asks
L uses astrology to try and prove that Light is Kira
Your interpretation of A with B sharing a nice moment at Wammy’s house
A few characters of your choice aged-up (what do you think they’d have looked like in the show if they had grown older?)
Matt and Mello (either at wammy’s house or after— doesn’t have to be super shippy if you don’t want)
Near with a big fluffy dog— maybe a therapy/comfort dog
Either L or Naomi visiting Beyond in prison
Gevanni, Rester, or other SPK members reflecting on Near. Maybe including an attempt at trying and failing to treat him like a child
A and Beyond are alive for the Kira case au
Past light meeting future light
90s fashion Beyond
Creepy contortionist L
the Death Note cast recreating a famous painting1. Mello and Beyond bonding (but not as a ship)
Light in any of the circles of Hell
the main Death Note cast set in a 'Lord of the Flies' situation
Naomi, B and L shenanigans
Halle, Wedy and Naomi as Charlie's angels1. Naomi visiting B in jail
Raye meeting B
D&D AU
Misa and Rem painting each other's nails black.
Matt and Mello cuddling and watching the rain.
L dressed as Sherlock Holmes.
oleswap AU between L and Light.
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde AU with Light as Jekyll (Kira being his hidden personality aka Hyde) and L as Gabriel Utterson.
A story of how Ryuuk summarizes his adventure with the human world in a poem, really dark poem, which he later declaims to the Shinigami King and the unnamed Shinigami.
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Jester Stole His Thorny Crown
Chapter Four
He never had a choice in his life. His dreams were nothing more that that. Dreams. But then he met a lounge singer at his brother club and everything changed.
Mafia!Au
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Warnings: drugs (not taken), gun violence, descriptions of piano playing even though i don't know how to play piano
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It had been three lessons, and she was still terrified of him. That was clear. Every time he pulled up his sleeves, she flinched.
Charles noticed every single time. What had she heard to make her fear him so? More importantly, what had Arthur told her?
It made the piano lessons incredibly difficult. Charles could play one song and it was only ten seconds long (he had been a little surprised when she first taught him to play happy birthday, but he went along with it, at least slow progress was being made).
The three lessons happened in the span of a week. In that week Charles had met with the Gasly family, reunited with his old friend Pierre, had collected the money from the other clubs (since Arthur had taken the drugs out of the lounge) and had attended her performances almost every night.
It was amazing, she was amazing. Charles didn't care if he sat there with an empty drink, just watching her. He didn't notice his glass was lacking, not when he couldn't pull his eyes away.
Charles never had a chance to daydream. He was forced to grow up early, was never able to let his imagination run wild. At twenty-six years old, Charles understood why. He understood why he was never allowed to daydream.
As he sat in the meeting with Lorenzo and Esteban Ocon. Esteban Ocon was a mystery in the mafia world. He was a normal kid, hadn't grown up in a mafia family Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo. It was a mystery how he got to this point.
Somehow, as a teenager, Esteban ended up under the employment of the Gasly family. He and Pierre became good friends, but that friendship soon ended. Nobody but Pierre and Esteban knew what happened between them, but guns were pointed at each other and Esteban had to flee. He ended up in Monaco, under the protection of the Leclercs.
Charles was staring at Esteban, clearly making him uncomfortable. But Charles didn't notice. He was too busy daydreaming, imagining being sat at that piano with her, the crowd before them clapping as they finished their song.
"Charles," Lorenzo began, but Charles didn't respond. He was still staring, a stupid, dopey smile on his face. "Charles, Charlie," Lorenzo tried again. He knew just how much he hated being called Charlie, but even that wasn't getting him to respond.
Lorenzo turned his attention to Esteban. "Did he take something?"
But Esteban shrugged his shoulders and leaned across the table to snap his fingers in front of Charles's face. Charles flinched away from him, blinking rapidly as he sat up straighter. "What the fuck?"
"Are you concentrating now?"
Charles glared across the table. "Yes, I'm concentrating," he spat, crossing his arms over his chest.
But still, it was hard to concentrate as the meeting went on. Charles couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to her. He stopped imaging the crowd watching them. Just them, sat around the piano. enjoying each other.
"You know Verstappens boy, don't you?" Asked Lorenzo.
Charles nodded his head. He knew Max incredibly well. They were best friends when they were kids, before Jos became the head of the Verstappen Family. It had been a good few years since they had seen each other last, but Charles doubted anything would change.
"Stay on Max's good side and maybe Jos won't try and kill us," Lorenzo muttered. "Get ready to meet them tomorrow. Don't take guns, but be ready to fight if you have to. And take Arthur with you," he said, ready to dismiss them.
"Arthur? No way. He's still got a fucking gunshot wound in his arm," Charles threw back at his brother. He sat back in his chair, staring at Lorenzo. "Why can't Esteban come with me?"
"Because Max hates me," said Esteban.
"I'm not taking Arthur."
"You're taking Arthur. And that's final."
Lorenzo finally dismissed them. He sent them out of his office, turning his attention to the papers in front of him. Charles was the first out of the room. He stood up with such force that his chair fell back. Esteban followed him out of the office, falling into step behind him. "I can come if you want," he said. "I can sneak around and make sure that nothing bad happens to your brother," he offered.
Charles shook his head. "There's no sneaking around with Jos," he replied. "He'll kill you without hesitation."
He climbed into his car and quickly drove off. Esteban was one of the only friends he had in this world. It was lonely, but Esteban made it a little easier.
Charles didn't know where he was driving to. He was heading somewhere, his mind too consumed to know where. Thank God the people of Monaco knew to get out of his way.
When did he arrive at the lounge. He sat in the car for a minute, just staring at the building. He wasn't there for sanctuary, for comfort. He was there to confront her.
He was angry, but it wasn't at her. His anger was nothing to do with her, but he couldn't do anything to fix the reason why he was angry. He could do something about her.
He pushed the doors open, walking into the lounge. "Mr Leclerc," she called, standing from the piano stall.
That just fuelled Charles's anger. She watched as he stormed over to her, his jaw clenched. Her back was against the piano as he climbed the stairs and walked across the stage.
He stood so close until she was consumed by him. Every breath she took was him. And she was terrified. "I thought I told you to call me Charles," he said, his voice low.
How she wasn't shaking, she didn't know. "Mr Leclerc, please," she whispered, trying to get away.
Charles grabbed the piano lid, trapping her between his strong arms. "Why are you so scared of me?"
She opened her mouth, but no words left her lips.
His arms tensed and he pressed himself closer. "Tell me. Now."
"Please," she whispered, trying to get away from him. "Mr Leclerc, Charles, please." But she couldn't get away from him. It was too much, far too much, and she had to get away.
Charles hadn't expected her to push him. He didn't expect her to press her hands against his chest and push. But she did. She pushed him away and he stumbled back. "No way," he said, a grin crossing his face.
"I'm not scared of you," she said, standing strong (even if it was a lie).
And Charles knew it was a lie. He pulled his gun from his waistband, watched as her face fell, and put it on the floor. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Slowly, he walked toward her again, like she was a startled animal. This time, she didn't flatten herself against the piano. As he sat on the bench, she moved away from him, standing beside the piano as he pressed his fingers against the keys.
Charles had dreams like this. Her against the piano as he played. It wasn't something impressive, just happy birthday, but she sang along.
At the end of the ten second song, Charles stopped. "I don't want you to be afraid of me," he said. I know what I've done, I know what you've probably heard, but I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Because you need me to teach you piano?"
His hand touched hers, where it rested against the top of the piano. "Yeah," he answered and swallowed thickly. "Yeah, because I need you to teach me piano." At this part in his dream, she would reach for his tie and pull him close, kissing him.
But, in reality, she pulled her hand away from his. She quickly walked away from the piano and off the stage. She disappeared into one of the back rooms, and slammed the door shut behind her.
Charles fists slammed down onto the piano. It was a miracle it didn't break. "Fuck!" He shouted, his voice echoing around the lounge.
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