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[thataddylady]

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TITLE: Dating Dr. Dil by Nisha Sharma

TITLE: Dating Dr. Dil by Nisha Sharma My rating: 4 of 5 stars Format: Audiobook Published: March 15, 2022 by HarperAudio BLURB: Hi! I’m Kareena Mann. As cheesy as it sounds, I’m looking for my soulmate. In four months. And he must gain the approval of my meddling aunties. Kareena dreams of having a perfect love story like her parents did. That’s why on the morning of her thirtieth birthday, she’s…

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#Audiobook #author of color #Contemporary Romance #desi romance. #enemies to lovers #steamy lit con

[ngpeltier]

making some rack cards for the Steamy Lit Con (my first author signing eep!!). I also designed my table banner...aren’t they cute??? Can’t wait to see how they turn out when they’re printed. 

I’m getting excited for my first LA trip/con but the planniiiiing. so much to think about 

#the steamy lit con #author things #it took me all day playing around with these designs loool #canva for the win!

[boobamilktease]

Hi! Can I request a dark Michael gavey x fem reader smut where Michael and reader are roommates. Michael comes home kinda late to find rose petals and candles decorated in the apartment, Michael assumed that reader has her on and off again boyfriend over but finds the reader asleep in her room with a blindfold around her eyes because she was waiting for her boyfriend so that they could have some steamy time, only for him to be late so Michael takes advantage of reader's bf being late.. thank you!

Love is in the air

I love this request so much! As soon as I saw it I was quick to work on it!

Summary- when your boyfriend is late again, who better than to turn to your roommate?

Warnings!- this is going to be a dark! Gavey, meaning he will be messed up. This is your warning if you don’t like the following items- non-con (reader is blindfolded + asleep and believes it’s her bf), swearing, sex, kinky stuff, squirting, creampies, slight choking

Im sorry not

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When you got your acceptance letter from Oxford, you were ecstatic. Oxford was your dream school, and you finally got a chance to go, albeit a scholarship. You were so happy that you weren’t bothered by the fact you had to share an apartment with a guy! You found out his name when you were decorating your side of the small apartment.

The apartment was small; you guys had to share a bathroom and shower. You had packed a CD player from home and unpacked it to listen to music. The music was upbeat and pop songs, giving you a sense of energy. You finished decorating your side of the apartment when you decided to snoop around and find out more about the guy you would be living with.

After searching through some school folders, you found out his name was Micheal Gavey, and that he was a maths major from all his work being centered around math. You decide to put the stuff back where you found it and decided to unpack some plates that your mom insisted you bring with you.

When you finished moving in and getting comfortable, sitting on the couch watching keeping up with the Kardashians, the door to the apartment rattled and soon opened. A lanky guy with a maroon sweater, paired with dark blue jeans walks in and takes his shoes off. You pause the show and look at him as he finally noticed you sitting on the couch.

“Who are you?” You both ask at the same time. “Micheal” “(reader)” a moment of silence passes before you break it. “I um found this place on an app that said you were looking for a roommate, preferably someone who went to the same school. I just got accepted into Oxford a few weeks ago… this is apartment B87 right?” You say and Micheal nods.

“Yeah this is apartment B87, you must have been that girl that replied to my message.” He says and you nod. It takes about 15 minutes for the tension to calm down and some peace to seep in. That was months ago, and far from your mind as you prepare for a big night. You met this guy at the downtown pub a couple months ago when you were just settling into Oxford. Ever since then you guys have been on and off, never really staying in a relationship long enough than a month.

You had bought the rose petals online a week ago and they just arrived, you and your ‘boyfriend’ were talking about this night for a couple weeks now and when you told him that the roses came in, he asked if you could do it tonight. Obviously you agreed, it’s been months since you had sex, and your hormones were all over the place, and living with a guy made it worse.

You see, Gavey in your opinion wasn’t ugly. No, he was attractive physically, personality wise…it wasn’t the best turn on. He was an asshole, a jerk, but he wasn’t bad looking. You always joked with your friends that maybe he would loosen up if he got some pussy or dick.

It took you 15 minutes to place all the rose petals where you wanted them. You were excited as you lit the numerous candles that provided a warm look to the apartment. You made sure to leave them burning but safe from catching the place on fire, that would be a funny story to tell Micheal.

You made sure to shower, clean yourself up how you wanted and applied deodorant and even perfume. You brushed your hair and let it down. Your outfit was sure to leave your boyfriend’s jaw on the floor. A gorgeous lingerie piece adorned on your body. God you looked like a Victoria’s Secret model. You were feeling yourself, even playing some sensual music.

It was 7 PM when you sent the text to your boyfriend to come over and it was 8 PM. He had a habit of being late, so you didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary. You had a blindfold on, something he wanted to try, and you couldn’t help but fall asleep, letting the darkness take you.

About 15 minutes after you had fallen asleep, the door to your apartment rattled and opened. Micheal came in and was confused by all the rose petals and candles. He sat his stuff down and called out your name, and went inside further. His jaw nearly plummeted to the center of the earth when he saw you.

He had to wipe his glasses and eyes to make sure he was seeing this right. You, all dolled up in lingerie and blindfolded on your bed with roses and candles lit. In that moment he was praying to whatever god granted this to happen. Micheal had a tiny crush on you…scratch that the man was obsessed with you.

He found you so pretty and thought he was being a good roommate by memorizing your schedule. He also thought that your boyfriend was a prick and wished he got hit by a bus. Regardless, this was the best thing that’s ever happened to him. All the panties he stole from you and smelled, fucking his fist to, paled in comparison with the shit he was about to do.

Yes he knew it was wrong, but how could he not? You were there, unknowingly letting probably one of the most twisted individuals in your space. God the sight was so beautiful he wanted to cry. Instead with shaky hands he removed his sweater.

His sudden weight on your bed causes it to creak and you stir a moment. You woke up to kisses on your neck. You smiled as you feel the kisses letting out soft noises. You knew he would come, it didn’t matter if he was late or not, and you giggles feeling his tongue lick your neck and down to your tits.

You let out a moan of your boyfriend’s name, and Micheal instead of pausing continued. In his mind he was your boyfriend, not that vapid cunt. He left hot mouthed kisses on the curve of your breasts all the way down to the valley. He licked a stripe up between your tits and played with the top of the lingerie to come off.

It does and once your tits are free, warm hands come to cup them. The hands squeeze and jiggle them, making you giggle. His hands come up and squeeze your nipples clumsily but it still provokes a moan from you.

You were already feeling lightheaded and overstimulated, just from him teasing your nipples. Your hips bucked up trying to seek a form of relief. You were close but he wanted you to cum on his cock. You whined when hands come and pull your panties down and thrown far away. You feel a hot breath on your clit causing you to moan. His hands grip your thighs and spread them, putting them around his head. His tongue immediately dives in and drinks your arousal like water.

He sucks and fingers your pussy, it’s messy but he’s passionate about it. His nose bumps with your clog and it sends you over the edge. Your body shakes as you orgasm, loud moans and legs slightly kicking and flailing. He doesn’t give you a break, immediately unbuckling his pants and shoving his thick cock in you.

You moan at the feeling and the stretch hurts, you don’t remember him being this girthy. He pounds into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You can hear him start to moan and that’s when you realized. Micheal. Fucking. Gavey. Was the one fucking you right now. Not your boyfriend.

You threw the blindfold off and looked at Micheal shocked and embarrassed. You shout at Micheal to get off of you, but Micheal just keeps fucking you. His pace is ruthless and his glasses are foggy. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, you should be screaming at him, calling campus police, anything. But god his cock makes you numb with ecstasy.

“Micheal m’ stop- ah!” You moan, and Micheal just speed up if possible. Omg Micheal is going to make you cum on his cock. Your toes are curling and you try to push him off of you but he’s surprisingly strong. “Don’t fucking push me away, not after you spread yourself so nicely for me. I bet you set this up for me, huh? You just needed to be fucked real good by me in order to get it through your thick skull huh?”

He says and tears form in your eyes from both pleasure and humiliation. “Gods you’re pathetic, even wearing that perfume that makes me feral. You want this, deep inside you do. Look at how well this pussy is taking me. Look at it, do you hear how wet she is for me?”

His words continued to torment you on the brink of ecstasy, and when he places his hands on your throat you’re done for. He squeezes your throat in his hands as he pumps in and out of you in a pace that has to be a world record. Your body seizes, the lack of oxygen making it more numbing.

Your body thrashes and shakes, legs squalling around and your hips bucking upwards as you cum. Your orgasm is so powerful it forces Micheal’s dick out, and your juices go everywhere. You are moaning so loudly and tears are falling. You feel humiliated, hot, numb, and good.

Micheal has the world’s most shit eating grin as he sticks his cock back in you and pumps a few more times before cuming inside you, giving you a creampie. Your legs and body shake as a slight sheen of sweat covers your body. You start crying, feeling awful, and Micheal just holds you.

Your phone goes off but you don’t care who it is, you’re too distraught. Micheal however sees who it is and smirks. It was your boyfriend, calling, such a shame he would never see you like this. Never again. Because why would you need him when you have Micheal Gavey, a cunning math major and an asshole with a big dick.

[dmitrigivesgoodblood]

Nalini will be a guest at Steamy Lit Con in Anaheim, Ca August 2-4, 2024!!!

Tickets on sale soon!

#nalini singh #guild hunter #psy changeling #author appearance #Instagram

[monster-bait]

My pre-order form for Steamy Lit Con (formerly the RomCon) is now up! Link in my bio! Tickets for this star studded bookish extravaganza are still available - can't wait to see you in Anaheim! https://www.instagram.com/p/Cps7OV2Ppzl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[anitabyars]

Book description

From USA Today and Amazon Charts bestselling authors Kerrigan Byrne and Cynthia St. Aubin, comes their latest Romcom featuring a quirky cast of characters who represent the hilarious absurdity of life while making you fall head-over-heels in love. This steamy, laugh out loud, opposites-attract small town romance reminds us that we don't have to be perfect to deserve our own happily ever after!

Gemini "Gemma" McKendrick knows just about everything about everybody in Townsend Harbor. When she's not serving on one of the many civic positions or leaping headlong into another hobby, she's hosting the Sunday Stitch 'N Bitch at her yarn and craft shop, Bazaar Girls. With her quirky boutique in big financial trouble, she makes a snap decision to rent out the basement of her cozy craftsman to Townsend Harbor newcomer Gabe Kelly. A man with a past as colorful as his tattoo sleeves, who has become an urban legend since he blew into town. And who better than Gemma, Townsend Harbor's own gossip guru, to answer the rumor mill's most pressing questions? Like whether the silver-tongued mechanic is as good with his hands as he is with a socket wrench.

Gabriel "Gabe" Kelly wasn't born into a family so much as a criminal enterprise. Taught to lift, chop, and rebuild cars since before he could tie his own shoes, he's obliged to pay his debt to society before deserting South Boston for Townsend Harbor, Washington. Surely he can stay out of trouble here, right? He immediately finds the only position an ex-con with prison muscles and neck tattoos could easily find in a town like this, and buys the vintage car mechanic shop from it's retiring owner . Moonlighting as the only tow truck in a thirty-mile radius, he rescues the absent-minded hottie who runs the local yarn shop. But he quickly discovers that a toy-sized car with a dashboard lit up by Christmas isn't the only thing in Gemma McKendrick's life desperately in need of maintenance. Gabe, who is uniquely qualified to diagnose and fix complicated mechanisms, finds his sexy landlord is impossible to figure out. Looks like he'll have to take a peek at her undercarriage to find out what makes her purr before he hits the road again.

Because women of her caliber don't take home guys with his make and model...

But he knows she wants a test drive.

Order link: https://amzn.to/47rIQSV

My Review

5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

One of the most entertaining series I’ve read in a long time! So many laugh out loud moments, sexual innuendo, secrets and with a great group of strong-willed, independent, women, who all have their own unique problems. These women have bonded together to support each other, any way they can, as they find their way through life…and love! Townsend Harbor seems to be the perfect place with its quaintness and quirkiness for all these characters to blend and live in. This is Gemma and Gabe’s story and I never saw this sizzling relationship coming!!!! And it is an eye opener! Just saying Gemma really surprised me in this opposites-attract romance!

Gemma McKendrick lives in a constant state of clutter and disorganization due to her inability to stay on task for any length of time. Thanks all to her ADHD’s delightful bonus, of body betrayals but also because she constantly overextended herself in Townsend Harbor. But when her father and sister start questioning her, regarding her quirky boutique and its profit margin, she suddenly decides to rent out the basement of her house to Gabe Kelly. The same Gabe Kelly that happened to be the most soul-crushingly beautiful man Gemma had ever met. But when her identical twin Lyra and her fiancé Harrison shows up unexpectedly, and catches her in a rather awkward position, what will her family think of her attraction to the hot bad boy? Her family surely wouldn’t approve of him, if she brought him home for Sunday dinner. But she wants so much more out of life and she was willing to finally reach out and take it.

"If experience is what you want, I'd be more than willing to help you with that. Anything you want to know, anything you want to try, anything you want do. No strings attached."

Gabe "The Babe" Kelly was an old friend of Darby's from Boston, who had made his Townsend Harbor debut in a duet on aerial silks that left neither eyes nor panties dry. A man with a past as colorful as his sleeves of tattoos. Born into a family of criminals, he’d learned at an early age to lift, chop, and rebuild cars. Gabe was full of a past filled with darkness and danger, Southie trash with a rap sheet to prove it. As an ex-con he decides to buys a vintage car mechanic shop from it retiring owner in hopes of staying out of trouble in Townsend Harbour. But when Gemma McKendrick offers him her basement to rent out, he knew he was in deep trouble. Because he hadn't been able to get the image of her out of his head, since the night of Darby's benefit. Which was exactly why he couldn't get tangled up with her. Gemma was sweetness and light, the girl next door with a heart of gold. Until she needed him!

"I'm attracted to you," she said, her voice barely audible above the waves. "Like, a lot. Like, so much that it's basically an obsession”

These two are so…HOT! Sexy, charming and totally head over heels in…lust with each other. Their relationship is so sweet and captivating, I loved watching these two opposites come together and be exactly what the other needed. With Gemma, Gabe was starting to imagine a real future together. But when trouble shows up again, will Gemma and Gabe get their HEA? Or will family cause the end of their future together? You will want to read this one to get all the spicy and sexy details!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

#newrelease #BazaarGirls #TownsendHarbor #Townsendites #kerrigan byrne #GetKnotty #Cynthia st.aubin #spicy

[alexa-santi-author]

Showing @mermaidsirennikita why I didn’t even try to get Sierra Simone’s autograph at Steamy Lit Con. 😂

(And this was just the folks with wristbands waiting!)

#sierra simone #steamy lit con #romance novel blogging

[ezichiny]

Pride and Protest by Nikki Payne

TITLE: Pride and Protest by Nikki Payne My rating: 4 of 5 stars Genre: Modern retelling, contemporary romance, Jane Austen retelling, diverse romance Format: Paperback (401 pages) Published: November 15, 2022 by Berkeley Blurb: Liza B–The Only DJ That Gives a Jam—wants to take her neighborhood back from the soulless property developer dropping unaffordable condos on every street corner in DC. But…

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#23for23 #Audiobook #author of color #Chick-Lit #Contemporary Romance #diverse romance #Jane Austen retelling #Review #steamy lit con author

[mariannedonley]

CONFERENCE PREP Part One

Happy August. It really feels like time is zipping by on a bullet train.Let’s get down to it. In case I hadn’t mentioned it, I’m excite to be signing at the inaugural Steamy Lit Con later this month. This is my first mega signing and I was surprised at the amount of prep it required. I had a lot of questions. At the top of the list,how many books to take? Followed by what kind of swag to take and…

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[michellemarsbooks]

✨Tickets are on sale and I can’t wait to meet you at The Rom Con! ✨ Mel Gill, founder of Steamy Lit and The Steam Box has created Steamy Lit Con! Steamy Lit Con is a romance book convention celebrating diversity in romance; those who write it and those who read it! The event will be held August 18 - 19, 2023 in Anaheim, California. I am attending this event and I would love for you to join me! Ticket sales are live and they can be accessed through the Universe website: https://www.universe.com/events/steamy-lit-con-tickets-STP8BN The fundraiser for the event is also offering special edition books, some swag, and some unique experiences with authors, like exclusive parties, lunches, and going to Disneyland with them! This fundraiser will be open for a limited amount of time. See their website to contribute/purchase: https://crowdfundr.com/theromcon23 You can access both of these links in their Instagram bio: @theromconevent. #theromcon #theromcon23 #romancebookstagram #romancereader #romancereadersofinstagrams #amreadingromance #romanceconference #diversifyyourbookshelf #readdiversebooks https://www.instagram.com/p/ClJ9Z0kyoXp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[ipanergy-com]

Most Efficient and Best Camping Fan for Tents and RVs-ipanergy

Even though camping is a great way to get away from the stress of daily life, it also comes with its own challenges. Particularly when it is hot or the weather gets bad and you are trapped in your tent. If you camp often, you know what I mean.

To combat the heat and stuffiness from your tent, a camping fan can be a great addition to your camping gear. I’m not always thrilled to add another item to all the stuff we already have, but trust me, a fan is a godsend on hot days.

You don’t have to deal with an oppressive and unbearable camping experience. The right fan will provide a nice breeze in your tent or RV and ensure you have a pleasant camping experience.

Some fans even come with lights that make them truly versatile. Here are a few best camping fan reviews of some we found useful to help keep everyone cool and happy.

ipanergy Portable LED Camping Lantern with Ceiling Fan

Even though you want to lay and look at the stars all night, it’s nice to have a little light when walking around your campsite. With the Image Portable LED Camping Lantern, you can easily walk around without risking tripping over your (or someone else’s) tent guy lines.

And, not only is this a helpful light, but it has a fan feature with two settings to create good airflow while keeping the tent nicely lit.

I personally love the versatility of this product. The military-grade construction on this fan/light makes it nice and durable in a place where it could easily get broken.

This is a lightweight fan that can actually collapse down so you can store it easily, another feature that comes in handy. No one wants to go camping with yet another bulky item to carry.

This fan can last over 36 hours, the Image Camping Lantern and Ceiling Fan works well in a tent and can light up and cool off a small area in an RV.

This is an easy to hang light/fan that features super bright LED bulbs that come with a hanging hook which makes it easy to hang up in a tent.

Pros Very lightweight Not very loud making it great for sleeping Weather-resistant Comes with a hook to hang it up Cons Only good for small spaces ipanergy 9 Inch Rechargeable Metal Fan

You get between 4 to 15 working hours out of a charge depending on your speed setting. This isn’t as much as other fans in the same category but it will basically run all night long (which is what you want, really). The ipanergy fan gives you both good airflow and is quiet with two settings that are good for camping or if you want to use it at home in an emergency.

The Opolar is an easy-to-clean fan. Since it’s metal, you just need to detach the frame and wipe it clean with a wet cloth. This is also a sturdy design that weighs less than two pounds. The steel legs feel quite sturdy and durable. They’re also adjustable and come with non-slip grips, and best of all, they do not vibrate.

We liked how this fan can last all night when fully charged and it comes with a timer.

Overall, this fan is perfect for those that do not want noise while they sleep. It’s quiet and also provides good airflow for those steamy summer nights.

Pros Portable and lightweight Long lasting battery power and easily charges on a USB Effective and quiet Cons Battery cannot be replaced

[feralforfrank]

Congrats on hitting 101 followers!! Please could I request:

Javier Peña (and Steve as bestie). Y/n is their partner and is feeling extremely burnt out; running on empty, coffee, cigarettes and not much else. She’s barely sleeping or eating and constantly has a tight chest and racing heart. They both know something is up with her but she just shrugs it off until one day, Javi is out on a raid and she reaches her breaking point. Steve manages to get her home but can’t reach Javi until he gets back to the embassy etc. Plus a lil Carrillo just cause! Thank you!!

STRESSED.

JAVIER PEÑA x FEM!READER

summary working the escobar case sure can wear someone down. you finally reach your limit. but javier and steve are there.

cw panic attack, angst, reader mostly surviving on cigs and coffee. ANGSTTT WITH HAPPY ENDING. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n i used y/n ONLY ONCE bc it was literally inevitable. please forgive me, i hate using y/n lmfao. i think this is my biggest fic yet tbh.

masterlist.

"This is your tenth one in two hours. Maybe you should slow down a bit." Steve's voice was irritating you more and more as time passed.

He'd been trying to get you to eat and sleep, claiming that you looked like a zombie for the past two weeks. At first, you'd shrugged it off, chuckling and changing the subject. The chase for Escobar continued, leaving you stressed and tired but without the energy to consume anything that wasn't cigarettes or coffee.

But now, this shit was getting tiring. You guessed Steve had run to Javier, begging for his help, seeing as you listened to the man more. And now they were both bugging you. Don't smoke, no more coffee, sleep in for once! The more they followed you around, the more you smoked, feeling like a caged animal, being watched twenty-four-seven by your friends.

You knew they were doing it because they loved you. Steve had been your best friend and partner since you could remember. You and he built a strong bond over your love for whiskey, catching Escobar, and the few steamy nights you'd shared ever since you got to Colombia. What? The man was attractive as hell. And also a gentleman, if he wanted to.

And so, as you lit your tenth cigarette, you flipped off the attractive brunet sitting on your desk. Javier's eyebrows were furrowed in worry as you inhaled and exhaled, looking at nothing in particular.

"Ay, niña bonita, tal vez deberías quedarte fuera de esto." Your gaze snapped up to meet his, your face showing just how insulted you felt.

(Hey, pretty girl, maybe you should sit this one out.)

"¿Qué? ¿Crees que no soy lo suficientemente bueno para estar contigo porque eres hombre?"

(What? You think I'm not good enough to be with you because you're men?)

You knew this was an irrational thought. It was just something your tired brain had made up. Yet, your cloudy and frustrated mind used this as an excuse to get angry, to produce adrenaline so you could wake up.

"What are you talking about, hermosa? You know I'm just worried about you and your health," Javi tried to reason as you stood up, suddenly feeling your throat closing up.

He went to follow you, but a hand on his bicep stopped him from doing so. He turned to look at Steve, who seemed as worried as him. They both watched you bump into Carillo, not once apologising or looking back, but continuing to make a beeline for the exit.

"¿Qué pasó con tu rayo de sol?" Carillo looked at Javier, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

(What happened to your little ray of sunshine?)

"Si tan solo supiera," Javier replied, his eyes never leaving your retreating figure.

(If only I knew.)

"Should I get her off the raid team?" Carillo asked.

Javier nodded. "Just don't tell her. She's not going down without a fight, and I worry that she doesn't have much left in her."

"Don't worry. I'll distract her when you guys head out." Steve added.

—

It turns out you didn't need distracting. All it took was for Steve to change the clock on the wall behind you to a few hours back, and that was it. Your head had been buried in files and paperwork until ten at night, two hours after the Search Bloc and Javi had departed.

You didn't pick up on anything being wrong until you realised that the only people in the office were you, Steve, and perhaps a cleaning lady.

"Steve, what the fuck?"

His gaze lifted from the file he was reading, a questioning hum escaping his lips.

"Where's everyone?" You asked although you felt like you knew the answer.

He looked at his watch. "Erm, they should be coming back in a few. Why—Oh shit!"

Steve barely had time to duck in safety from the empty plastic coffee cup that flew his way. "What the fuck, Steve? Why am I here? I'm supposed to be out with the Search Bloc and Javi—Oh God, where's Javi? That cabrón left me here. Oh fuck—"

Your knees failed you as soon as you stood up. You gasped for air, your chapped lips tasting your salty tears. Steve held you close to him, whispering soothing words in your ear, but it didn't work.

Your mind was exhausted, and all you wanted was Javi. Javi, who had been so kind to you these past few weeks, even though you kept bitching at him. Javi, who tricked you into staying at the Embassy and excluding you from one of the biggest busts ever. Steve had something to do with that too, Carillo too, you reminded yourself.

You knew what you wanted. Javier Peña. You wanted to scream at him, punch him, shoot him, kick him black and blue, for leaving you behind like a child. But you also wanted his arms around you, the feeling of comfort he provided without even realising. You wanted the Javier you had grown so used to drinking with at night and then fucking all the stress away.

"I want to go to Javi, Steve. Please, let me go to Javi!" Your brain's jumbled thoughts could agree on one thing. You wanted Javier.

"You need food and water, and most importantly, sleep." Steve grabbed your arms and helped you up, wiping your wet cheeks.

It was easier to pick you up and get to his car, seeing as he'd done it a million times before. The only exception was that this time you were far too light. It felt like he was carrying a lifeless body, and the thought alone urged him to walk faster to the car.

You were calmer than before. He guessed the coffee and cigs combination had something to do with your panic attack, and he sighed. He blamed himself for not looking after you properly, something he'd promised to do to your father before the two of you left for Colombia.

The only one to blame is this case and the stress on her shoulders—no one else.

He cursed when Javier didn't pick up. Your eyes were closed, and your breathing was shaky but steady—you were asleep. But even in your sleep, you seemed uneasy, with a frown etched on your face and Javier's name coming out of your mouth in whimpers. He was the only one who could really help you.

Steve knew about the hook-ups, his apartment walls were thin, and the two of you weren't always quiet. But he also acknowledged the comfort you provided for each other, the bond that seemed to strengthen every day and the friendship that would soon become something different.

He didn't stop calling Javier, not even when he arrived at his apartment, when he laid your unconscious body in Javi's bed, or when he poured himself a scotch. Worry was starting to eat him from the inside out. Had something gone wrong?

Eventually, Javier picked up. "Where the hell are you, man?" He'd asked, clearly worried.

"I'm at your house, man. Y/N freaked out on me. She wanted you, but you weren't picking up. So I brought her here."

Javier mumbled I'm coming and the line went dead. There was no doubt in his mind that Javier would speed his way through traffic to get to you, and it almost made him smile. He was definitely a sucker for you.

The front door opened, and a sweaty Javier entered. "Where is she?"

—

When you opened your eyes again, it was because somebody was pocking you. Or shaking you. Your eyes opened slowly and painfully, still riddled with sleep. A headache danced its way around your skull, causing you to hiss in pain.

"Come on, mija, wake up. You have to eat." That annoyingly beautiful voice. Javier.

"What are you doing here?" Your voice was hoarse, your throat dry.

"This is my home, querida. You're in my bed." He spoke with a chuckle.

You sat up, brushing your hair back and tucking it behind your ear. You looked around, and indeed, this was Javier's room. Although most times you'd been in here, it was dark, and your mind was occupied by...other activities, you recognised the soft mattress and the scent of smoke and lavender.

Your cheeks burned, and you looked down, realising that the soft material touching your skin wasn't the itchy shirt and pants you'd previously been wearing. It was a t-shirt, a plain grey t-shirt. Javier's plain grey t-shirt.

"Did you undress me?" 

He nodded. "I saw how uncomfortable you looked," he paused. "I-I hope I didn't overstep." You shook your head.

"It's fine. I trust you." That sentence alone made his heart beat a tiny bit faster. He smiled softly at you, but his eyes showed just how concerned he was.

"I'm sorry." Your voices merged,

"You go first," he prompted.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. You were right about nagging me to eat and drink. I-I guess I was so stressed about finishing up the paperwork and making sure the raid went okay that I neglected myself and took it out on you. You didn't deserve that." I'm sorry I was such a bitch. I hope you can forgive me.

"Okay then, my turn. I'm sorry that I nagged you so much. It didn't help your stressed-out brain at all. I should've helped you in a different way." I promise to take care of you better next time you need me.

"I forgive you."

"And I forgive you." 

You shared a smile. "Do you want to eat now? I made chicken soup—it's the only thing I know how to make." You giggled and nodded as he handed you the bowl of steaming soup.

"I can't believe you tricked me into staying at the Embassy. And I can't believe I fell for it." Javier chuckled at your words.

"It was very cruel of me, I know," he mocked, and you slapped his bicep.

"I am deeply wounded, Mr Peña." I forgive you if you give me a kiss.

"Ah, you'll get over it." I'll give you a million kisses to make up for my mistake.

You looked at each other. Javier's face was more relaxed now. He wore a lazy loop-sided grin. He leaned back on the bed, watching you eat, and that's when you took in his attire. He was wearing sweatpants—a rare sight to behold—and a matching grey t-shirt. You've never seen him look so domestic.

Javier slowly took you in. He skimmed his eyes down your body to your exposed crossed legs and arms, which looked tiny compared to the shirt you wore. You looked more than beautiful in this attire. Adorable. Delicious, even. Your hair was messy, and your eyes screamed exhaustion, but the bright smile you wore told him everything he needed to know. You were going to be fine. And he could get used to this sight.

He was the first that broke the eye contact, feeling more flustered than he should under your gaze. Jesus, you're not a fucking teenage boy. Pull yourself together, man. He decided to get up and grab the desert he had for you.

"Where are you going?" Your voice came out choked. You enjoyed his company more than you let on.

"I'm going to grab your favourite dessert, princesa. I'll be right back." The kiss he left on your forehead should be classified as a federal crime.

It took you a minute to compose yourself. Javier Peña has just kissed your forehead and bought your favourite dessert. Holy fucking shit. 

You could definitely get used to this.

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sickly sweet (part 2)

this is a continuation of my fic sickly sweet

( apologies for the wait, but i promise it’s worth it ❤️ )

ina x mc

warnings: fluff and a bit of steaminess

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Ina was sat at her desk, marking essays with bleary eyes and a mountain of tissues beside her when someone knocked on her door

“Come in” Ina croaked. The door opened and in walked… a teddy bear???

No wait, it was just Bea carrying in a huge stuffed bear and a bunch of flowers

“Heeeeey professor, I thought I’d stop by and give you these” Bea deposited the oversized bear into one of the chairs and handed Ina the flowers with a bow

“Milady” Ina chuckled at Bea’s gentlemanly impersonation and took the flowers with a huge smile. For a second their fingers brushed but the moment was interrupted by Ina reaching for yet another tissue and sneezing quietly

“Your sneezes are real cute, y’know. You sound like a kitten or something” Ina pouted at Bea which only made her even more cute. Bea gazed at her adoringly and stroked her cheek with her thumb

“How are you holding up?” Bea asked

“Not too bad actually. You made such a great fuss when you were ill that I feared the worst for myself” Bea swatted her arm playfully

“Hey, I was really sick!”

“Hmm, of course you were” Ina grinned knowingly as she leant closer to Bea, who was leaning against her desk

“I’m sure it had nothing to do with you wanting me to take care of you”

“I didn’t ask you to come over”

“But you wanted me to” Ina challenged and Bea didn’t back down. The pair gazed at each other for a tense moment before Bea leaned down to kiss Ina slowly. The kiss was cut short, however, as Ina pulled away

“I don’t want you to get sick again”

“I won’t, I’m like 99 percent sure that I gave this bug to you in the first place”

“Ah yes, how generous of you”

“I’m real sorry about that Ina. That’s kinda why I bought you these flowers and Mr cuddles” Bea rubbed her neck gingerly as she gestured to the gigantic bear

“He’s called Mr cuddles? and he’s for me?” Ina got up and went over to where the bear was seated and snuggled into it. A childlike smile lit up her face as she sunk further into the stuffed animal

“Goodbye Bea, I won’t be needing you anymore”

“That’s no fair! Mr cuddles is here because I bought him” Bea joined Ina by the bear and playfully tried to tug her away from it. Ina didn’t resist and all of a sudden the pair were virtually nose to nose (despite ina’s short stature)

“hey”

“hey yourself” Ina replied as she draped her arms around Bea’s neck and rubbed noses with her

“Mr cuddles better not replace me, you know I’m the best at snuggling”

“Hmm, I don’t know Bea. You’ve got some pretty stiff competition” Bea pouted in feigned hurt and Ina chuckled as she kissed her cheek

“Look on the bright side, at least Mr cuddles frees you up for doing other things” Bea arched an eyebrow

“What kinds of other things?”

“Things…like…this” each word was accentuated by Ina kissing up Bea’s neck and placing a final kiss just below her earlobe before nibbling gently

“Hmm, I guess that’s not so bad” Bea turned her head to kiss Ina on her full lips and she eagerly returned the kiss.

The kiss quickly grew more intense as Bea traced Ina’s lower lip with her tongue. Ina opened her eager mouth to allow Bea entry, and the pair’s tongues twisted together. Bea trailed her hands down the professor’s back and pulled her impossibly closer. Ina moaned gently as she felt Bea knead the soft flesh of her backside but they separated after a few moments to allow Ina to catch her breath

“Thank you Bea, for all of this”

“It’s the least I could do” Bea offered Ina a bright smile before kissing her forehead

“Now I just need to figure out how to get Mr cuddles home!”

“C’mon, I’ll walk you to your car” Bea had already picked up the giant bear, the flowers and Ina’s briefcase. Ina tried not to swoon at how effortlessly Bea carried everything

“If you insist” Ina wrung her hands together, as if she wasn’t used to being empty handed, before opening her office door to allow Bea to exit.

The pair made their way to Ina’s car, chatting all the way about everything and nothing, until they finally reached their newest obstacle (how does one fit a giant bear into a tiny car???)

“Well, how are we going to do this?” Ina asked with an amused smile as she unlocked her car

“Here, hold this” Bea handed the flowers and the briefcase to her as she opened the backseat door and attempted to shove the bear into the back

“Be careful with him! Mr Cuddles is delicate” Bea grinned at Ina’s protectiveness over the stuffed animal before bending into the car to push the bear all the way in (more gently this time.) However, she failed to realise that she’d just given Ina a spectacular view of her backside who tried to pull her eyes away from the magnificent sight before her. As Bea straightened up, Ina averted her gaze and cleared her throat

“Thank you for your help Bea. I’ll make sure to drive home extra safe”

“I’m sure you will” Bea opened the driver’s side door for Ina with a pensive look on her face

“Ina?”

“Yes Bea?”

“What would you say if I offered to accompany you home and make you dinner?” Bea avoided Ina’s eyes as she asked, afraid that she would say no. The pause seemed to last forever as Ina weighed the pros and cons of Bea’s offer. She placed her hand onto Bea’s hand, which was still resting on the door, and rubbed small circles with her thumb

“I’d say that’s a wonderful idea” Bea couldn’t contain the happiness she felt and a wide grin broke out across her face

“Alright, awesome”

Bea closed Ina’s door once she was inside the car before getting into the passenger side and the pair made their way home

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“Bea, that was delicious!” Ina exclaimed as she placed down her fork on her completely empty plate

“What did you say that was again?”

“It was just spaghetti bolognese. Pasta, sauce and ground beef” Bea chuckled at Ina’s amazed expression before standing to clear their plates. Ina placed a hand on Bea’s arm

“No, please, allow me. You’ve already done so much” before Bea could protest, Ina had already taken the dishes from her and was loading them into the dishwasher

“Okay fine, I’m gonna pick a movie for us.”

“I thought you just wanted to make me dinner?” Bea was already flicking through the TV stations and getting comfortable on Ina’s sofa, with Mr cuddles sat besides her

“Too late!” she exclaimed gleefully, a cheeky grin on her face. Ina chuckled quietly at Bea; to have someone desire her company as much as Bea made her feel special. She joined her on the sofa, slotting herself between Bea and the bear. The pair weren’t quite touching, but even from this distance, they could both feel the warmth radiating from each other

“Ooooh, Shrek 2!” Ina laughed loudly at Bea’s childish choice

“We are not watching an animated children’s movie”

“But it’s the best of all the Shrek movies” Bea pouted at Ina and gave her the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. It seemed to do the trick as Ina rolled her eyes and relented

“Fine, we can watch it” Bea leaned in suddenly and kissed Ina gently on the cheek before turning to face the TV with wide eyes

“You’re the best” Ina smiled at Bea’s delight and made a mental note to watch all of the Shrek movies to see if the second one was truly the best (purely for research purposes, of course.)

She turned to watch the cartoon ogre and not even a few seconds into watching, she felt a hand rest on her thigh. She looked down at Bea’s hand then looked at her face, but Bea was completely transfixed by the movie. So she placed her own hand atop Bea’s and squeezed gently, Bea squeezed back but didn’t dare to take her eyes off the screen. She placed a tender kiss on Bea’s cheek before snuggling up to Bea and resting her head on her shoulder (Mr cuddles was snuggling Ina on the other side.) She struggled to keep herself awake as Bea was far too comfy and Ina was far too tired. After a few moments, she drifted off into a comfortable sleep, the sound of the movie fading into the background…

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For @slashthedice‘s Frisky February!

Day 9: Consensual Non-Con

Billy Lenz x Male s/o (WOW this is fucking long, obvious tw applied, don’t like don’t read)

Billy would never touch you without your permission. Okay, maybe that's a lie. He quite frequently hugs onto you and feels you up whenever he damn well pleases. But he would never take advantage of you, never go beyond heavy petting and steamy makeout sessions without waiting with baited breath for you to nod and tell him he can go on ahead.

For all of his eccentricities and oddities, he's holds your comfort (at least, your comfort regarding your permission) strangely high. It's so conflicting that at times it makes your head spin. One moment, absolute filth will be spilling out of his mouth and his nails will be digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood, and the next, he'll demurely look up at you through long, pale lashes asking "Can Billy?"

Honestly, it turns you on sometimes. But there were times when all you want is for Billy to take you fast and hard, without hesitation. To wrangle you to the floor and have his way with you, even if that's the last thing you want. When it's daylight out, and Billy is hidden away and sleeping in the attic, it's about the only thing you can think of when you have some you-time (which is jerking off in the shower, typically).

And tomorrow just happens to be the exact day that everything just so happens to line up for you. Barb's planning an absolute rager of a pre-game before heading over to her latest fling's place for the actual party with the rest of the girls, excluding Clare, who's heading down to the police station to get something done about the Moaner's phone calls.

You wish that you could get Billy to stop that particular habit, but he went hysterical at their reactions, how indignated and flustered and scared the girls that the sorority would get whenever he called. You found it fun at times, when Barb would tell you to "be the man of the house" and handle the calls, mostly because Billy endlessly frothed about pussy and she thought it would be a riot to have a guy on the phone. 

Getting Billy riled up by dirty talking (or dishing him some of his own medicine, as the others thought) lead to some great sex with him. Where he would almost take you the moment he sees you, but still pauses, waiting for your response.

So you get planning, sitting Billy down the night before and carefully trying to explain to him what you wanted. You wanted him to use you, fuck you tomorrow even if you say no. To hurt you as much as he wants. To only ever stop if you tell Billy red, or slow down or do something else if you say yellow. That you get off on this kind of thing. You won't get shitfaced tomorrow, just enough that you won't be able to fight back properly.

Billy is vibrating again in his spot on the bed. "You won't... You won't hate Billy? If Billy does to bad things t-t-to you?"

You shake your head and caress his face. "Not when I'm telling you it's fine, and as long as you stop when I say that phrase. You can be as rough and as mean as you want, and I won't get mad at you."

"But- what if Billy doesn't want it? Wh-what if Billy doesn't want to be bad?"

"Then we don't have to. It's just a fantasy babe, I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want. And if you start to get uncomfortable, you can say the same phrases, and we can stop."

Billy nods slowly at first, but ramps up, and suddenly stops to look you in the eyes. "You trust Billy th-that much?"

There's some part of you that wants to say no, you don't Billy is so unpredictable, that there are times you think you're going to wake up to him standing over your bed with a knife. But at the same time there's something that tugs inside you that says otherwise, that as feral as he gets, he would never hurt you. You tuck a lock of stray hair behind his ear, and caress his cheek. "Of course I do Billy."

Billy's cheek go red, but you don't get to see it for that long before he launches himself at you, burying his face in your chest and spilling out gibberish. You catch a "Love you, love you, love you" and a "sweetie pie" which makes your heart skip a beat.

The next day, you've got a nice buzz going for yourself. A nice pleasant warmth in your gut and fuzzy feeling in your head that makes you misjudge how your legs are working just a little bit. You have your wits about you, so you trail behind the girls as they leave, leaning heavily on the doorway to wave them goodbye. Clare had left five or so minutes earlier to head to the police station.

"Bye bye girls! Be safe!" you shout after them, blowing a kiss and giggling when Phyl catches it in her hand and presses it to her chest.

As you stumble your way back into the living room and let yourself fall back onto the armchair, you surmise that maybe, just maybe, you're a little more drunk than you originally thought. Your head spins and pulses when you land, so instead of going to turn the TV on like you were planning, you sink back into the armchair and try to get your wits about you.

You sit around for a good ten minutes trying to get your head to stop swimming, staring up at the ceiling. The bones of the house creak and groan, but you wrap that up to the wind and cold warping it. Claude had hopped up onto your lap some time ago, curling up and nipping at your hand when you don't immediately start petting him.

"You sill fat cat, you're so needy," you tease, stroking his white fur. He chirps briefly, but puts his head back down on your lap and starts purring. It's nice, lulling you towards sleepiness. That was a problem with you when you drank, if you didn't push through the initial drowsy haze, you pass out pretty quickly.

Just as you're about to nod off, someone grabs you by your head and pulls you over the armrest. Claude scatters, and you're thrown heavily to the floor. Above you stands Billy, chest heaving and eyes glued to you. Well, you're wide awake now. He hesitates for only a moment before hauling you to your knees by your.

"P-pretty cunt," his other hand goes to undo his belt and fly. "F-fucking t-tease, you want my f-fucking cock? My f-fat juicy cock shoved into your p-pretty p-p-pink lips, f-fucking your throat."

You try to get away, but the tight grip on your hair makes you wail and tears to spring up. "Get away from me!" you shout, grabbing his wrist and trying to loosen his fingers.

He silces you with a sharp slap across your cheek that makes your teeth clack together and leave bleeding scratches on your face. With his grip on your locks still tight, he drags you across the living room, and throws you onto the couch.

While you're still dazed and reeling from the slap, Billy rips you shirt off and slips his belt free to tie your forearms together. "Tie up the p-piggy bitch, so it can't get away when I f-fuck its holes." He roughly pulls down your jeans halfway down your thighs and just barely runs his fingertips along your bare ass.

"No! Don't fucking touch me!"

It makes Billy's hands stutter for only a moment, but he continues on, and spreads your cheeks. The first swipe of his tongue has you letting out a sharp gasp. He's drooling again and he forces his tongue into you, lapping and making wet, squelching noises.

Billy is like a man starved, trying to get as deep as possible, and digging his nails, drawing more blood, into your ass. Spit and drool dribbles down your perineum, and you really have to fight to not moan. You thrash weakly instead as your sensitivity builds. "Please, stop! I don't want this!"

Again, it makes Billy pause just enough. He pulls himself off of you and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. He slurps on his fingers briefly before slipping them inside your already soaking and dripping, and hurriedly rushes in trying to stretch you. It feels more like a cursory exploration, quickly getting in to press firmly against your prostate, just to see you shiver and moan. He fumbles getting his fly undone, and that's when you take your chance.

You try to toss yourself bodily over the couch, and manage to get down on the floor (bringing Billy with you). You squirm out from under him, and knee him in the gut for good measure before struggling up to your knees.

Where to go, where to go? Outdoors is a no since you can't even get the door open like this, let alone would you be willing to run outside with your dick and ass out. The basement would be the smartest choice.

Billy catches up to you surprisingly fast, skittering to a stop at the foot of the stairs. You give no mind to kicking him in the chest, sending him sprawling back into a table, knocking the vase off.

While he's trying to collect himself, you dart up the stairs to your bedroom. Under the bed is the only place you can hide, so you drop to the floor and slide under.

Your heart is thumping hard against your chest, and it takes all of your power to get control of your breathing when you hear Billy thundering up the stairs and yelling expletives and your name. Your heart feels like it stops when your bedroom door swings open, bouncing off door stop before he slams it close and locks the door. He stands there a moment, turning bodily to look around.

Just when you think he's going to turn around and leave, he crouches down and stares at you with one eerily lit eyes. "Agnes, it's me, Billy," he whispers, grabbing onto you ankles tight enough to hurt. It makes your heart skip from a real palpable fear that Billy has slipped into a manic state. But you've got to trust him, you've got to have that faith.

Instead you squirm and kick, trying to break free of his grip, but you aren't able to, and just keeps pulling until you're out, and his crotch is pressed to your ass. He swings at you once, catching you in the lip. Enough to throw you off and wrap his hands around your throat tightly, and smack your head against the floor. It makes your vision go black, your head to swim, and panic rising up in the back of you throat.

"Yellow," you manage to rasp out.

Billy immediately lets go of you, and stares down at you unblinking, panting, while you coughed and sucked in air. Completely silent, just watching. He only waits until you've just caught your breath before getting up and heaving you onto your bed, face smooshed in the pillows and ass in the air.

Billy doesn't wait for any confirmation, or assurances, or okays, and climbs onto you and thrusts into your. His hips don't need any time to find a pace, and he's pounding into with no care for the sobs coming from you. "F-filthy f-fucking pig, taking my cock, you like it~" Billy teases, fucking into you harder. He squeals and snorts, rambling off.

Neither of you hear the door struggling to be opened downstairs.

"St-stop! It hurts, it hurts!" you cry, tears spilling down your face. Even with Billy having eating you out, the spit isn't much for actual lubrication. "Get off of me!" God it burns, but your thighs are trembling and your cock is rock hard. When Billy amps up, close and chasing his orgasm already, he fucks you as hard as he can, which only makes you cry harder. It suddenly becomes slicker, and you know it's because of your blood.

Billy cums inside you, and with little care pulls out. His cum spills from you, and with much softer and gentler hands, reaches around to stroke your cock, but there’s yelling from downstairs and people running up the stairs. Billy jump out of the bed, quickly doing up his pants while someone tries to kick the door open.

He's out of the window and sprinting into the dark, shadowy corners of the neighborhood before the door finally opens. It has to be a nightmare when Lieutenant Fuller burst through, Clare close behind him.

"Jesus Christ," he lets out in a breath, and Clare gasps when she get in and sees you. "Go wait downstairs," he orders.

"But-"

Lt. Fuller's voice is soft as he directs her out of the room. "Let the man have some dignity." Lt. Fuller turns back to you, and undoes the belt around your arms. It leaves bright red marks where the skin was rubbed raw.

His hands hover on your shoulders while you push yourself up with arm, while the other tries to pull up your pants and hide your erection. Thankfully, Lt. Fuller looks away the moment he notices it, letting you get your pants up all the way and zipped up.

He takes off his coat, and places it on your shoulders. You were shaking, weren't you? you could hardly notice. Oh what a mess. Billy was never going to come back, was he? Fuller grabs a kleenex from your nightstand and wipes at the tears on your cheeks. He stops at you hisses when he wipes the tissue over your injured cheek. "It's going to be okay. We're going to get that creep, and make sure he gets locked up."

You numbly nod, and pull the coat tighter around yourself. You let him lead you out of your room and down the stairs into the kitchen after a distraught looking Clare tells him not the living room, your torn shirt in her hand.

He sits down opposite of you at the kitchen table, while Clare busies herself with making some coffee. Lt. Fuller pulls out a notepad and pen. "Son, I know it hurts to think about, but can you remember anything about what the perpetrator looks like?"

You shake your head, not looking up from the table. Time to put those acting classes to good use. "I-I don't know, it was so dark, and I was so scared. I think he had short, dark hair? Maybe? A-and he was taller than me, I think. His skin kind of looked yellow, but it could've been the light" You accept the cup when Clare passes it to you.

"Is that all?" Fuller asks. "Don't worry if it is, you were under a lot of stress. I'm surprised you remembered anything."

Clare suddenly gasps, pressing a hand to her mouth. "You don't think it was the Moaner? Or," she shudders. "I know you don't want me bringing it up, but could it have been Will?"

"Will? Who's that?" Fuller asks, eyes darting between you and Clare.

"My..." you mutter quietly enough that Fuller asks you to repeat yourself. "My boyfriend," you get out, looking into your coffee cup.

Lt. Fuller nods, scribbling it down on his notepad. "I know it's difficult to change habits, but that was made legal years ago. Legally, there's nothing I can do to you. But even if it was illegal..." You start shaking again, clutching your mug tightly. "Well, I've turned a blind eye more than once. Had a blind eye turned towards me more than once as well. All I need to know is if it could have been him."

You let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding in. "No, it wasn't... It wasn't Will, he's the same height as me, a lot skinnier, and we would never hurt me. He adores me. And the guy he was- he was completely silent. I don't think it was the Moaner."

Fuller nods again, writing it all down. "Would you be willing to go to the hospital?"

"No, I wouldn't."

"Alright, can't force you to do anything. I'll radio the information back, and if you'll let me, I'll station myself outside of your door."

You go to object, but Clare cuts you off. "Oh would you? It's so scary just us in the house alone with the Moaner and another maniac out on the loose."

Lt. Fuller smiles and pats her arm. "Of course, and tomorrow morning I'll have an officer stationed outside of the house. But tonight, he could try come back in, and I wan't to make sure both of you stay safe."

Clare looks so strung up that you don't say anything, and nod along with what he's saying. You drain down the rest of your coffee, and stand up. "I'm gonna go take a shower." You hand Lt. Fuller his coat back, before making him up a cup of coffe and also handing that to him. "I think there's some pastries in the fridge, you can help yourself."

"I'll be up to check on you in a bit."

"Yeah," you say, voice hoarse. As soon as you're out of view, your body deflates. The one night you try doing something different... You can only hope that Billy'll show up eventually. You don't care about how you feel, you're fine, embaressed, exhausted, but Billy... Just thinking about how scared he must be makes your stomach turn.

You stop and stare at yourself in the mirror before getting into the shower. And Christ you're a mess, no wonder Lt. Fuller was so worried. Your eyes are red and raw, tear tracks on your cheeks, one cheek swollen and scabbed from where Billy scratched you. Your lip is busted open and stings when you run your lip over it.

Your shower routine is the same as it normally is, though you are a bit more careful cleaning yourself out. Your fingers and the water stings. It seems like Billy isn't going to be topping for a while. You're sure he'll be devastated. You just want him back in your arms.

Thank fuck your bed doesn't have any cum stains on it when you go to crawl in. Your door doesn't close quite right, thanks to Fuller. The only thing on your bed is a thin sheet, to prepare for what Billy might do to you. The mess he might make. But everything hurts too much for your to care about the chill.

Your bedroom door cracks open, and for a moment you hope it's Billy, before Lt. Fuller walks in with two quilts, and a cold pack in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. He sets down the glass and cold pack on the night stand, before layering the quilts over your shivering body.

"You don't have to." You weakly say as he pulls the quilts up to your chin.

"You're right, I don't." Lt. Fuller grabs the cold pack and presses it to your swollen cheek, making you sigh. He sits down on the bed next to you. "I have a nephew, a few years younger than you. I'm never going to have kids, so he's the closest I got. And... You look a helluva lot like him, you know?"

You let him reach over and stroke your hair.

He watches you for a few moments before getting up. "I'll be out in the hall, alright? Yell if anything happens."

It isn't until a good half hour after Lt. Fuller leaves, you unable to drift into sleep, that you hear a light rapping on your window. When you look over, you see the familiar form of Billy, shadows entirely except for one unsettling eye hoisting himself through the window with less grace than usual. Not that he's ever been anything that could be described as graceful. Usually he comes into your room without warning, but the notice now is nice.

You shuck off the blankets and sit up on the edge of the bed, watching Billy fall to the floor with a loud thump, cursing quietly. He struggles to get up, and while you want to help, you think it's cute, how flustered he is and dusted in snow. You smile and let out a soft giggle as sprawls across the floor instead and huffs.

Until the door bursts open, again, and Lt. Fuller has his gun trained on Billy. And if Billy were in better shape, he would scatter and dive out the window, but he isn't, so he clambers and tries to crawl for you.

You rush to Billy, covering his body. "Don't! It's just Will!" you shout, holding Billy close.

Lt. Fuller lets out an irritated sigh and holsters his gun. "He couldn't have used the front door?"

You help Billy up from the floor, holding him close as he grips onto your shirt and hides his face in your neck. "He uh- We try to be subtle, with all the girls in the house... It just what he does."

He peers at Billy closer, placing a hand on his should which Billy flinches at. You pulls him away. "Will's sensitive, and shy. I told him what happened and he wants to be here with me, even though he knew you would be here."

Fuller looks between the two of you, how you turn your shoulder to him like a barrier, how Billy clutches at you and mutters into your neck. How you stroke his hair, and how tensely Billy's muscles are flexed. "I would have appreciated the warning you were having a visitor."

"I didn't know he was heading over, I would have, otherwise." No, you really wouldn't have. "Can we go to bed now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Sleep well you two." Halfway towards the door, he pauses. "Will, be good and keep him safe."

Billy says something that sounds like 'yes sir', and Fuller leaves the room, closing the door silently behind him. Billy pulls his face back looking into yours. His eyes are brimming with tears, and his bottom lip is quivering.

You hold his face. "Hey, hey. I'm okay Billy. I'm fine. Lets get you into some pajamas and head to bed, alright?"

Billy nods, and lets you dress him in your oversized pajamas, which still look adorable on him. While changing him (not that he can't do it himself, you just love doing it) you notice his swollen ankle, and how his skin flinches when you touch his left side. You make sure to kiss both softly before dragging him under the cocoon of blankets.

You stroke his face and hair, pressing frequent kisses to his lips. "I love you Billy," you tell him over and over, pressing close to him.

He shivers in your arms, choking down whimpers. "B-bad Billy, stupid idiot. Agnes? Agnes? Where's the f-fucking baby-"

You cut him off with another, longer kiss. When you part, his eyes are still closed. "You're not bad, Billy. You're very good, and kind, and you know I love you. I would never love someone bad, and I still love you." Partially a lie, but you still believe every word.

#billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #black christmas #lemon #frisky february #billy lenz hc

[kileyrose-2003]

Dan Torrance x Fem! Reader: Intro

A/N: Hello lovelies! This is the beginning of the fic I posted about earlier during the week that is going to be revolved alot around Rose. How many parts It'll turn out being, I don't know. Most of this fic, I'm doing in pretty big detail and I've never written anything like this before.

I am going on a date on Valentine's Day to most likely see Birds of Prey and from what I've heard about it, my sappy Bisexual heart already has a soft spot for Harley Quinn and Roman Sionis so I probably will begin accepting request for them as well as the Dr. Sleep characters I already write for. (Doctor Sleep Request are still open) I do have 2 Rose the Hat request am I working on rn. Anyways, Criticism is welcome on this one. I hope you enjoy and all is well.

Warnings: Child abuse, sexual tension, mentioned violence against children, gore, kidnapping, the usual.

Key: Dragă is the equivalent to sweetheart in Romanian

1980:

SNAP! Rose the Hat removed the top from one of their many full cannisters. "Eat well, live long," She whispered amorously before members of The True pushed her out of the way to get a whiff of their freshest thing of steam.

She stepped back, crossing her arms as she watched The True feast. This one's name was Anthony and she could remember juiceness in the taste of his steam. Yet, she didn't want him.

She missed the feel of the hunt and seeing the steamheads squirm underneath her. Rose felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and she smiled at Crow, kissing the crook of his neck. "Aren't we quite frisky?"

"Just in love with you." He kissed her cheek and rubbed up and down her sides. "Crow.." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "I want you Rosie..only if you're okay with it, of course."

"You idiot, you already know the answer to that question." She smashed her lips against his and the two of them stepped into her trailers.

The noises coming from her RV were not unfamiliar to anyone who belonged to The Knot. When all was said and done, the two laid in each other's arms. Having their typically late night talks.

"There's not as much steam." Rose rolled her eyes into the back of her head. "Oh please don't be daft." She rolled over and buried her head in his bare chest. "We have three empty cannisters, not a big deal."

"It is a big deal. That's all time low for us and the kids now are being taught the whole stranger danger things. It's not as easy to lure them in."

"Well then what do you suppose we do about it? Without turning anyone." Rose looked him in the eye.

"Well, I've been thinking about it for a while...I have an idea but I don't know if you're going to want to hear it. It's a little..unorthodox." Rose raised a brow and chuckled. "Oh? Do tell because now I'm curious.

"You're going to think I'm insane, Rosie." She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you of all people know I've seen it all. Just be honest and tell me."

"What if we got a baby or a kid?" He fiddled around with his hat. Rose had to fight the urge to laugh. "A baby? What the fuck would we both do with a baby?"

"Well not exactly a baby but look, I was thinking most rube children typically tend to relate to other rube children better than adults."

"And?"

"And what if we got a child, a particularly steamy one, to help us get what we need?" Rose thought about it for a moment. "That beats the whole point of not turning anyone though. Because I know you well enough to know that eventually you will get attached to it and you'll end up wanting to turn it."

"Rosie, they wouldn't be an it. They would be family. By the time they would be old enough to be turned the cannisters would be full and she-"

"She?" Rose questioned. "Assuming it's a girl. They don't have be a girl but anyways, by that point all the cannisters would be full because we'd have them to help us find the steamheads and it wouldn't be an issue turning them because we'd have such an easier time finding steam."

Rose sighed rubbed her face. "I don't know..it's just- Crow, I'm not fit, no- we're not fit to raise children. We kill them, Crow!"

"I know but we have everything to gain and nothing to lose. Worse case we wipe the kid's mind and everything goes back to normal or we kill 'em."

Rose stared deeply into Crow's eyes and pulled his face close to her's. "I'll think about it." She kissed the top of his head and looked up at the clock on the wall. "The rubes are probably wondering when they'll hear from you. Time you get ready to get on the road, big man."

"I know," He groaned and stood up, kissing the top of her. "Just think about it?" Rose made a humming noise and kissed his hand before watching him walk away.

Rose actually did think about it for a while before bringing up the matter with the Grampa Flick while Crow was away on business and the others were asleep.

"Well..it could be worth a shot. It's really up to you though, Rosie." She took a sip of her tea. "I'm not asking for pros and cons. I want to know what you think I should do."

He gripped his cane in his hand and sighed. "I think it's worth a shot. Even if it doesn't work out, we still do end up with extra steam and it's not like we hurt for money, Rosie."

"You're sure?" Rose held her hands in his. "I'm positive." She looked him up and down as if she was analyzing him. "Okay." She stood up from the lawn chair and kissed the top of Flick's head. "You won't mention anything to Crow when he comes back and make sure the rest of the family doesn't either?"

"Not a word," He coughed. "Not a word." She nodded and smirked as she walked away.

About two days after that conversation, Rose began her search for the perfect fit for The Knot. The first two weeks she hit nothing but finally she found something.

Just outside of a resort area in Colorado, Rose discovered a small row of cookie cutter homes located on the beginnings of a mountain. While she thought the houses were very rube like, she paid them no mind. What interested her more was what laid beyond those homes.

Farther up the road if you made a left, there was a long dirt driveway that after about a mile or two, lead up to a large cabin.

At first the house seemed like nothing but ordinary at first glance but to people who shined the way The True Knot did, it was a light shining to the moths searching meaninglessly in the dark.

Hardly anyone ever came in and out of the house and took Rose over a week to actually pin you as the steamhead in the house since you did have an older brother.

You were different from the rest of your family. "Special," Rose heard your mother mutter to you one night as she tucked you though she didn't have to be in her head to know special was not the word she was actually thinking of.

She was scared of you. Your whole family was scared of you and Rose couldn't understand why. You never were particularly domineering with your gifts and you always obeyed everything they asked of you. Even staying out of there heads when they felt their minds going adrift yet, they were terrified of you.

Rose watched you for weeks, constantly consulting back and forth with Grampa Flick about whether you'd be a good fit for a group. You didn't seem to notice though, as you were preoccupied with other things in your home life and wanted nothing but to hear from at least either of your parents that they loved you.

The one night in particular, Rose got to have a front row seat on your pain. She sat up on a tree branch, swinging her legs back and forth as she stared intensely at your bedroom window. The rest of the house was dark but your room was lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Now do you see why we're so stressed out?!" Your silhouette came into view from the light colored curtains shrouding your window and Rose could make out the outline of a male much taller than standing across from you.

"I-i'm sorry, daddy!" You screamed, terror brimming from everything to your voice to your posture. "I-i can't help...I wanna be normal!" You sobbed hysterically. "Come on, dad. She can't help she is, the way she is."

"Quiet, son!" Rose shook her head, still keeping her eyes fixed you. "Fucking rubes," She muttered under her breath.

Your father's fiery gaze turned back to you. "Then why can't you be normal?!!" Rose could see him gripping your wrist and closed her eyes as she heard the sound of a hand smacking against flesh followed by a scream. "Dad!" She heard your brother yell followed by another hit, except this time a male cry radiated through the house.

Rose could take no more and began her way back to the jeep as she seen your mother's figure enter view. "What the hell is going on in here?" She could hear from the distance, the further Rose went the more she blocked out the noise.

She got in the car and watched your house for a few moments. The light went out in your room and Rose could hear no more screams. She admitted a sigh of relief and covered her face. She knew it was unhealthy to feel so attached to you. She didn't even know you but that insecurness in your voice reminded her so much of yourself and how lonely she felt when she was younger. Rose had to have you. There was no option.

When Rose shared the news with the rest of The Knot, there was hesitance at first but eventually they gave in. Knowing that she was their leader and they'd do as she intended anyways.

The next couple of days were spent carefully meditating in her RV away from the rest of The Knot and planting little worms your head. While Rose didn't think you would give her much trouble leaving home once she got in your head, she was taking no chances.

The night before she planned on taking you, Crow finally came back from business and Rose still had no intentions of telling him what she was doing. Besides an extra add on steam, she figured she could also use you as sort of a gift to Crow. An 'I'm sorry I don't listen to you and here's me making up for it.'

He knew something up when she refused to speak anyone in The Knot but didn't question it. He figured she was going through one of her moods and decided it was probably best not to say anything to her at all.

The next morning when you woke up, you felt an almost magnetic pull on your body like something or someone wanted your attention from outside. It wasn't a scary pull like the ones from whatever stray lost souls were around. This pull felt warm and safe.

You unbraided your long, Y/c/h and threw on the first dress you seen in your closet before skipping downstairs. "Where do you think you're going?" Your mother called out from the kitchen. "Just to pick some flowers." You made up.

"Don't wander to far, please." You slipped on a pair of sneakers. "I won't. I promise. I'll see you soon, mama." You blew her kiss, hoping she'd return the gesture but the older woman refused to even look at you and you stepped onto your porch dejectedly.

You closed your eyes and focused your attention to the direction of the pull. It came from the woods and you hesitated, thinking of all the ghostie people you seen come from there yet something kept telling you to just go for it.

You walked off towards the edge of the woods, letting your shine be your guide. Even though it was still day, everything was so dark and desolate around you. You felt chills on your arms the further you went and just as you were about to turn around you felt the pull grow stronger, horribly strong.

"Well, hi there!" You jumped at the unexpected voice and spun around to look at Rose. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting her to morph into one of the ghostie people but she didn't. Rose chuckled and you blushed. "..Hi." You toddled over to the much the taller woman, staring deeply into her gray eyes before she pulled you into a small hug.

The gesture was surprising but it didn't bother you. It was her aura that bothered you. Something was off about her. "I was wondering when you were going to get here." She smiled and held out a flower in her left hand. "Do you want one?"

"Yes please," You hummed in the cutest little voice, getting the feeling that this was a person you didn't want to mess with yet you thought the top hat lady in front of you had to be probably the prettiest person you'd ever seen in your short existence.

Rose smiled and slipped the flower in your hand, but not before taking it gently in her own for a second. "There you are, Y/n." Your eyes widened and Rose chuckled. "What's the matter?"

"You know my name?" Rose smirked self assuredly and ran an empty hand through your hair. "Of course I do! I know everything about you. How else did you think I was able to get you here?" Her tone was questioning but hinted on a doting nature.

You pulled away from her, still a little frightened but Rose gently gripped your wrist. "There's no need to be scared, honey. I'm special, like you." You shook your head, thinking back to what your dad said the other week and looked down a little ashamed. "Oh...I-I'm not special." You tried to deny. "Oh yes, you are. You are a very talented little girl."

(You can hear me can't you, sweetie?)

At first a feeling of panic arose inside you but it sooned bubbled over with excitement.

(I thought I was the only one!)

Rose thought about scolding you over how loud your thought came out but let it go because she too knew how happy she felt the first she knew she wasn't alone.

(You are far from the only one, Y/n. There are alot of other special people out there.)

"My friends..my very, very best friends, they're all special like us. I bet you must have friends who are so magical like you." You shook your head. "No?"

"I don't have alot of friends and my family doesn't think I'm special," You pouted. "That's because they're jealous because not all people can be special like us. Besides, I wouldn't worry about them."

"Why?" You asked sweetly. "Because I'm here to take you away from all that. I'm here to give you a family. Don't you want a family, Y/n?"

"I-i already have a family." The look in Rose's eyes scared you. It was possessive and determined. "But they're not really family though. Tell me dear, when the last time you've heard either of your parents say they love you?" You felt a pang of sadness ringing through you. "I-i should get back to my mom." Rose gripped at your wrist again, this time enough to hurt. "No, no..stay a while. See more magic."

You shook your head and struggled. "Just a fresh new start with your real family. You don't remember me and your daddy?" She held your tiny hand in her's. "No.." You said softly but now you started to question yourself. Maybe you did. Pictures of a man with black hair flashed infront of your eyes. "He loves you so much. We love you so much and we want you to come home with us. You want to come home with." For a moment you found yourself taken back by the warmth and you thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad to go with her.

"N-no! I can't. I won't-" Rose shushed you, sending you calming waves that started to make you feel tired and sluggish. "Or maybe I-i do wanna go home." You mumbled hesitantly, still trying to keep some grip on reality. "You do want to go home. You're happy to come home."

Every piece of control you had began to fade and your mind went blank. "I-I'm happy." Your mind finally caved and Rose held her arms open to you and you stepped into them. "Good girl. Sleep well, Y/n.." You went limp in her arms and everything went black around you.

By the next hour, any memories you had of your family would be gone and everything you ever knew would be fabrications Rose made up in your head.

Part 1: The True Knot

The fire at The Knot's campground burned bright in the mix of the setting sun when Rose arrived back at home. She stepped out of the Jeep, slinging your stirring form over her shoulder. "Mhh..wha-what's happening?" Rose shushed you and walked down hill with you. "Nothing. We just got home." There was a pause. "Do you know who I am?"

You had to think about it for a moment. "M-mama?" You asked hesitantly. "Yes," Rose hummed and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You heard the crunching of leaves and turned to see people walking towards you. "Mommy?" You whispered nervously and held onto Rose's floral patterned shirt tightly, still feeling some of the residual emptiness from your true upbringing.

"Shh..it's okay, my sweet. They're family and they're just going to watch you for a few minutes. Mommy has someone she has to address in conversation and then I'll come get you. Okay?"

"O-okay." You nodded and let her hand you off to Silent Sarey as she walked off not to far in the distance to one of the larger size trailers, knocking on it before stepping inside.

"Crow?" He looked up from his copy of 'A Clockwork Orange' with a smile. "Yes, Rosie?" She plopped down in his lap. "I missed you." She kissed his ear, nipping at the cartilage. "How the business deal?"

"A waste of my time." He kissed her forehead. "Well, you were out I didn't waste my time." He raised a brow. "What are you playing at?" She smirked and turned her gaze in the opposite direction. "You can let her in now," She called out loudly.

The door to his trailer swung open and shut and you stepped inside. Crow's face went blank and he put a hand up to his chin. "Rosie, what the hell did you-"

Rose grinned and knelt down to your level. "Come here, Y/n. There's someone important I want you to meet."

You obeyed and approached Rose, letting her scoop you up in her arms. The two lovers exchanged glances but nothing was spoken out loud. "This is your daddy, Y/n."

"Hi." You smiled sweetly and Crow cracked a large grin. "Hi honey...Rosie, can I-" Rose nodded and shifted you over to Crow.

At first you tensed up but the closer you snuggled up to him, the more you relaxed. "My little darling." Rose smiled softly as he kissed the top of your head and rocked you in his arms. "I love you so much."

"I love you too daddy." Crow held you in silence for a few more minutes until he attempted to hand you off to Rose. You gripped onto his shirt tightly and buried your head in his chest. "Don't let me go," You begged. You were still so touch starved and he just felt so warm and kind.

Rose was slightly taken aback. You knew her more than Crow yet you were already attached to him. "I won't, I promise." He maneuvered you that way he was cradling you and he rocked you back and forth.

She felt a pang of jealousy growing inside her, feeling slightly threatened that you seemed to like Crow more than her but she didn't let it bother her too much. She had a feeling you were going to be a mommy's and daddy's girl.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, feeling soothed by Crow's presence. "So..are you happy?" Rose asked lowly.

"Very...Rosie?" She made a slight humming noise. "Where'd you find her?" He asked hesitantly. "A little outside the more touristy area of Colorado. The rubes she belonged to are nothing worth writing home about if you catch my drift."

He nodded solemnly. "How-what did you to her to make her-" Her warm grey eyes interlocked with his. "Do you care?" He decided he didn't. Sometimes it was best to not know anything at all.

Part 2: Danny

Your presence in The True Knot did not bring in that much of an increase in steam but you made it much easier to find steamheads which was extremely helpful to Crow in the long run.

No longer did he have to take an extra cannister for himself to find far away steamheads because all he'd have to do is ask you if you felt someone 'special like you,' close by and without knowing any better, you'd always say yes and immediately pointed him in the right direction.

Neither him or Rose let you near the rubes anymore, though. Not that long after Rose brought you home she had you try to lure a little girl over to her but the girl's parents, both big steamheads, knew better.

For you to be gone for a half an hour was normal, maybe even forty five minutes since you were a child after all and barely ever got to see kids your age, let alone like you but an hour was way too long.

What the rubes said or did to you neither Rose or Crow could figure out but the both of them agreed they didn't like the mortified expression on your face or the tears that stained your cheeks afterwards.

The two of them took turns securing their food, that way you wouldn't ever see what exactly it was that they did to your newly made friend but if Crow was being honest with himself, he probably would of admitted somewhere deep down he knew you probably knew the truth of what they did way before he would of liked you to know.

While Rose secured their meal he tried asking you alot of different ways what it was that they said or did to you but you wouldn't say. He let it slide for a while and settled on just comforting you for a while but made sure to bring up again later on when everything was all said and done with their hunt.

"You got to talk to me, Y/n," He tried his hardest to not sound like he was begging as he pulled the covers over your tiny. Rose stood in the corner of the RV and stared as if she was examining everything you said and did.

You shook your head avidly and nuzzled closely to his form. "I can't." He ran his fingers through your hair. "Why not? Honey, you know we're not mad and you're not in trouble."

"Because it would make you and mommy sad and I don't want to make either of you sad." Rose bit down on her lip as Crow thought of a reply. "Baby, you could never-"

"Leave her be, Crow," Rose interrupted. "She's had a long enough of a day and she doesn't need either of us interrogating her. When she's ready to talk about it, she will."

Crow let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay." He shut the light off above your bed and kissed both your cheeks. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night daddy." He ran fingers through your hair one last time before stepping away.

The next morning when you woke up Rose sat across from you on your bed, lazily sipping on her tea. "Good morning, my sweet."

"Morning mommy." She plopped a kiss sloppily into your hair and handed you a cup of tea. "Can I have a little talk with you?" You nodded and set your cup of tea down on the ledge of the window.

You looked Rose deeply in the eyes and she took your tiny hands in her's. "I know you don't want to talk about what happened yesterday but I want you to know that not everything everyone says is necessarily true. You're understanding what I'm getting at?"

You nodded and Rose smiled. "Just know that no matter what, none of us would ever hurt you and we love you. Alright?"

"Okay." Rose reached inside the pocket of her jeans and pulled a necklace with a little crystal obelisk hanging from it. "This was given to me by someone very special a long time ago. You probably wouldn't know, but at one point I felt lonely like you. Maybe a little scared so they gave me this, along with my hat. My hat will always stay with me I think you need this more than I do."

She placed the necklace in your hand. "Whenever you feel, lost, scared, whatever. You squeeze that stone, and that stone will keep you safe. Got it?" You placed the necklace around your neck and nodded. "Thanks mommy." You hugged Rose tightly. "You're welcome, my dearest..I love you so much." She kissed your cheek. "I love you too, mama."

In that moment, Rose didn't care whether you even brought in steam or not. She truly just enjoyed you. It was the first time she could truly say she loved you. The whole Knot really did love you. They would do it all over again with raising you if they could and not change a thing about you or that entire duration of time. Except when they brought you to Florida.

December, 1980:

"Y/n, my love. It's morning." Rose gently shook your shoulders and you groaned. "Why are you all up so early?" You sat up and stretched. "We're going to move camp today." You raised a brow. "This early? I feel like we just got here," You whined sleepily.

"I know but daddy and I have some business to attend to." She ran her fingers through your hair. "You'll like the next place better. It has a pretty lake overlooking it and trees. There's lots of flowers there too." She paused and ran a thumb across your cheek. "We can pick some later if you want." You smiled softly. "I like flowers."

"I know you do, my sweet girl." Rose pulled you into her arms and held you for a few moments, kissing the top of your head. "Go get dressed and say good morning to daddy. He'll get aggravated if I keep asking him if we're ready to move."

You giggled and slid out of her lap. "Okay mama." You placed a tiny kiss on her cheek and picked out a bohemian dress from your dresser that Apron Annie sowed you once Rose gave her word you were the one.

"I don't think daddy could ever get mad at you." You mumbled as you slid the dress over your head. "He loves you alot. He doesn't even have to say it. I can see it in his mind." Rose smiled softly. "Daddy is a very loving man. He loves you alot too." You could tell she was trying to hide something from you and you attempted to get inside her head to figure out what she was thinking but she immediately shut you out.

"Mommy!" You whined. "Sorry sweetie. You're just not old enough yet." Rose ran a quick brush through your hair. "And then when you're old enough, you're not going to want to know." She plopped a kiss on the top of your head. "Now go on."

"Okay," You pouted and stepped outside. You seen Grampa Flick sitting outside on his lawn chair and waved. "Good morning, Grampa."

"Morning, dragă." He held his arms out to give you a hug which you immediately gave him. "Have you seen, papa?"

"His trailer." He pointed to the left. "Thanks Grampa." You kissed his cheeks and walked off in the other direction. You watched Crow fiddle a few of the bottom conpartments on his trailer before saying anything.

"Hi daddy!" Crow turned to look at you and smiled, stopping whatever he was doin. "Hey babe." He scooped you up in his arms and kissed your cheeks, his mustache tickling you slightly. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good. Mama and I cuddled last night so she kept me warm." You smiled happily. "She gives good cuddles, right?"

"The best!" You smiled and nuzzled closely to him. "Daddy, what's that for?" He turned his head to the side. "What's what for, sweetie?"

"That." You pointed to the rope by his feet and he kicked it aside quickly. "Oh..nothing you have to worry about." You furrowed your little brows curiously and he smiled gamely.

Was he trying to trick you or something? Crow chuckled and kissed your cheeks. "I don't have to be in your mind to know what you're thinking." He gently set you down on your feet and knelt down to your level. "We'll tell you when you're older, okay?"

"Okay, daddy." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl. Anyways-" He ran his fingers through your hair. "What do you need?"

"Mommy wanted to know if we were ready to go. She sent me because she was afraid to ask you. I don't know why though." Crow chuckled and shook his head. "You can tell mommy, I'll be ready in about thirty minutes. Got it?"

"Got it." You skipped away and Crow let out sigh, wondering just how much longer they could hide all this from you til you got too curious for your own good.

The ride to Florida was long and didn't have that much interesting scenery. The roads were long and straight and it didn't take you long to fall asleep in the passenger seat of Rose's colossal RV.

That whole time while she knew you were fast asleep, Rose used her radio system to formulate a plan on how they were going to trap Violet. Normally one of them would stay with you while other went with the rest of the group but this time they couldn't afford to have one of them stay. From what Rose could tell at the time, this kid was big steam all though it wouldn't be til years later it was in fact the wrong child she chose to take within just a few mile radius of each other.

Once you reached the campsite Rose quickly woke you up and informed you she had some business to attend to with Crow. "Y/n, stay inside while I'm out." You let out a groan. "But mama-"

"No buts." Rose knelt down to your level and ran her fingers through your hair. "It won't be that long."

"I don't like being by myself in here though. It's scary," You whined and nuzzled into her. You pointed to the cabinet she kept all the cannisters in. "I hear things in there and it makes me feel small and it's scary."

'And see things too.' You thought but wouldn't dare say outloud. You curled into Rose and she kissed the top of your head. "Hey, it's okay..Nothing can make you feel small unless you really feel small and tell me, what are you Y/n?"

"Tiny but mighty." Rose grinned proudly. "Exactly, so no. You are not afraid. Because I know whatever you hear coming from that cabinet, you can deal with. Right?" You nodded and she ran a hand through your hair. "You still have the necklace I gave you?"

"Yes mama." You squeezed the pendant hanging from your neck. "Good, that'll keep you nice and safe." You nodded and she pressed a kiss against your head, handing you her TV remote. "I'll be back, my flower."

She gave you a slight wave before slamming the door shut behind her. You quickly ran over to her bed and buried yourself under the covers as you turned the TV on.

'Snow White' was playing on one of those channels you were scrolling through and you settled down, snuggling into the blankets. You didn't know how long the movie was on when you felt a cold hand lace their hand on top of yours.

Your blood ran cold and you squeezed your eyes as your open hand squeezed the necklace your mother gave you. "You know, this movie used to be my favorite too when I was a little girl."

You seen the face of a bloodied and clearly beaten woman infront of you and you fell backwards off of Rose's bed. "When I was alive, I thought you were a freak but now I know you're special and I never got the chance to appreciate you, my special girl."

"Please..please, go away." You squeezed the necklace as hard as you could. If you weren't in Rose's possession, you would of known who the woman standing infront of you was automatically but now you hadn't a clue. "Stay safe, my little one." Your real mother bent down to kiss your head and you let out a scream before running as far as you could. "MAMA!!" You shrieked.

Not even 15 minutes later you were farther from Rose than you even were before and The True arrived back to where a majority of their trailers were parked with a hysterical Violet in tow.

"Please let me go! My mommy will be so worried about me. Please, please, please!" She begged. None of them paid her any mind though as they began to bound her. They were so used to the screams and begs by now, it didn't bother them.

"So where are we going after this?" Crow asked, as he threw a couple of items that they would need later to various unoccupied members of The True.

"I don't know. I was thinking maybe Massachusetts, because you know how Y/n loves the snow.." Rose continued to talk as Crow zoned out, putting the left over rope in the storage compartment of his RV. "..She is in your trailer, right?" Rose closed the door to her RV.

Crow furrowed his brows. "Who?" Rose sighed inwardly. "Y/n, Crow Daddy. She is in your trailer, I hope. Because she's not in mine." He closed the compartment and unlocked the door to the trailer. "Let me see."

He walked inside and shut the door behind him, examining the space for you. "Crow, she's there right?" You weren't. A spike of panic rised in him and he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, unlocking an almost unconfident reserve on his face. "Uh, yeah..she's in there," He lied through his teeth, desperate to save him and you from Rose's wrath. "Rosie, is it okay if I stop with her really quick to get some fresh air?" He asked. "I don't care what you do. You'll be able to find your way back?"

"Sure." He smiled through gritted teeth even though Rose couldn't see him and silently cursed you underneath his breath. "Okay..tell Y/n, I love her." Rose began to walk off to her RV after making sure Barry had everything with Violet handled.

"I will.." He watched the rest of the caravan leave before getting behind the wheel and closing his eye. "Alright Y/n, let's hope my instincts are good enough."

Meanwhile a few minutes away in driving distance, as you passed the lakeside view Rose told you about, you heard noise coming from the distance and jumped back.

The more you listened though, the more you realized there was mostly children there. You walked up the small hill and watched them for a second. "So many rubes.' You thought to yourself. 'None of them like well..or not?'

You began to feel that same magnetic pull you felt from Rose the first time you encountered her and you found your eyes fixated on a boy sitting by himself.

You felt attached to your family but never did you feel such a connection strangers and you didn't know why. It wouldn't be until years later, you would put two and two together and realize the person infront of you was in fact your soulmate.

Despite your fear of all the rubes around you carefully approached the stranger sitting on the bench, not daring to put your guard down.

"You mind if I sit next to you?" The little boy shook his head and you sat down next to him. "What's your name?"

"..Danny." You smiled. "That's a nice name. I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you." He didn't say anything back but you didn't mind. Your parents were both mostly laid back but if there was a thing they were big on, it was respect.

"..nice to meet you too. Sorry, I'm just having an off day." You shrugged. "I'm okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No..you wouldn't understand." The more you looked at him the more, the more you could tell he wasn't exactly so rube like.

(Is it because of this?)

The boy sitting next to you looked at you blankly. "Danny, I know you can hear me," You said softly. "No..not because of that. Well..maybe a little. She'll just keep coming until she gets me. I don't care what Dick says."

"Who will come and get you?" You asked then blushed. "Sorry, I shouldn't of pried." Dan shrugged dismissively and looked up towards his apartment building and pointed to the bathroom. "The lady in the bathroom."

A decaying woman flashed infront of your eyes and your posture stiffened. "You can see her, right?"

"Yeah, I see her..If it makes you feel better, I see scary things too sometimes." You took his hand in your equally tiny ones. Dan felt the urge to pull away from you but there was this warm element to you that made him feel comforted by you.

"Really?" You nodded solemnly and moved your hand away from his to take a necklace of your neck. It had a little crystal obelisk hanging from the bottom if it. "My mommy gave this to me for when I get scared. If you squeeze the crystal, it's supposed to make you feel safe." He said nothing and you put the obelisk in his hand. "I think you need it more than I do."

"You're sure?" You nodded and for the first time in a while, Danny Torrance actually gave a hint of a smile.

(Thanks, Y/n.)

(You're welcome.)

"Y/n?" You could hear someone calling your name and you turned around. "Y/n, honey?" You looked at Dan. "That's my daddy. I have to go before I get in trouble. Bye Danny."

"Bye." He was a person of very few words but it didn't bother you in the slightest. All you knew was you didn't want your dad to see him. You didn't know what was going on but you knew something wasn't right.

"Y/n?" You sprinted towards him. "Daddy!" You exclaimed. Crow's eyes went wide with relief. "Y/n." Your father pulled you close to him. "Don't you run off like that EVER again. You understand me?" You could see his infrequent temper in his eyes and you were quick to nod. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I-i-" Crow didn't bother to wait for a response from you before he continued speaking.

"People out here are bad, Y/n. They'd hurt you in a heartbeat." He cupped the sides of your face. "Do you know or did you even think about how upset your mother and I would be if you just disappeared?"

You felt your heart sink and your lips trembled. You knew there was a possibility they might do bad things but that didn't mean you didn't love them because of it. You felt so selfish and cruel. "I-i didn't think about it. I'm sorry daddy.." Your eyes watered as you looked down at the ground and he sighed. "Just don't do it again, got it?" He wiped one of your tears away. "Yes daddy. Y-you're not going to tell mommy, are you?"

Crow kissed your cheeks gently. "No, I won't tell her. I think this can be our little secret. What do you think?" You let out a giggle and Crow smiled. "That's my girl. Come on, let's get you back to the caravan before mom notices we're gone because you know how she gets."

You nodded and held your arms out to Crow who immediately scooped you up. You wrapped your tiny arms around his neck and nuzzled closely to him as he carried you away.

(Y/n?)

You smiled softly as you felt that little ping in your head.

(Yeah, Danny?)

(Am I ever going to see you again?)

You paused before responding.

(Maybe. I hope so because I like you Danny.)

(Me too, Y/n.)

You felt one of Crow's finger poking your shoulder and you pulled yourself out of your thoughts. "Yes, daddy?" You asked. "Did you feel someone steamy?" He whispered in your ear.

You thought about telling the truth but thought of Danny. You only just met him but something deep down told you, you couldn't let him get hurt. Maybe..just maybe, all rubes weren't so bad after all. "No, daddy," You lied.

"You're sure?" He pressed. "I'm sure." Crow sighed and patted your back. It would of been nice to have double the amount of steamheads but he supposed Violet would be enough to sustain them for a while. Besides, beggars couldn't be choosers and he trusted you enough to think you wouldn't lie to him. "Okay, honey.."

The next time you would see Danny Torrance after that fateful December day, would be 26 years later and by that time any bridge you had built with The True Knot would be burned.

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