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don’t lie to me - part one
akaashi keiji x reader
a con-artist, lovers-to enemies-to lovers au
the GUIDEPOST
the MASTERLIST
synopsis: You have nothing to lose, and that’s exactly why you love to go after those who do. Lying is as easy as knocking down a house of cards, revealing truths of corruption underneath. You and Akaashi are leaders of your own team of Robin Hoods, but you can’t keep up the act forever, can you? When you threaten trading this life in for something more romanticized, you and Akaashi fall right back into your old, hateful ways.
tags: lying stealing robbing etc., lovers to enemies, con-artist/spy!au, haikyuu x the great pretender crossover, not very relationship forward, but a lot of fluff sprinkled in, arguments, fights, angst, a break up
word count: 8535
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Hitoka Yachi was a liar. She was a thief. She was a con artist. And she could not tell you how she got to this point in her life.
And there she sat in the living room of an affluent old lady who knew nothing about the telephone package Yachi was trying to sell to her.
That’s what made her the perfect target, an ideal victim to scam out of a few hundred bucks. Just like the others in this neighborhood Yachi had already meticulously gone after.
“Let me make it simple for you,” Yachi told her, putting on her best and brightest smile, “You can give me a down payment now - of eight hundred dollars - and when our team comes for the installment, you can make your decision then. We can deduct any extra payment from next month’s bill.”
The woman took a deep breath and used the pause for thought to adjust her shawl on her shoulder. “Well…”
“And this is the last day for this offer! Remember, this is a huge holiday discount. Even if you wait until tomorrow - it would be triple the price!”
It wasn’t a holiday or anywhere near.
“I probably shouldn’t pass this up, then…”
The woman reached for her large purse and Yachi shot out of her seat in excitement, raring to snatch the payment from her.
“Thank you! We’ll be in contact about the installation day! Thank you!”
With the money in her hands she darted out the door, leaving behind every pamphlet and example photo she had brought with her. All she cared about was getting outside so she could do her happy dance in private.
What she was doing wasn’t wrong. These people already have enough money to afford their nice homes and retirement dreams. Yachi was simply taking advantage, and she was doing it to survive.
She started walking in a random direction and stopped at the first restaurant she came to. She stuffed her hand deep in her pocket to tuck her money inside - first, she pulled out a sliver of paper. Written on it was the name and phone number for the woman she just had a meeting with.
As she walked inside, she wadded the note up and threw it toward a trash can nearby. It bounced off the edge and landed on the ground.
-
Yachi’s only friend was a woman older than her, cooler than her, and meaner than her. Tanaka Saeko played drums for a band, drove a beat up van, and frequented all the restaurants Yachi loved. That made them friends by default.
She was telling Saeko all about the recent job and how she made a new eight hundred bucks, while Saeko was barely listening, stuffing her face and kicking rocks under the picnic table.
“I actually need a favor.”
Saeko grunted.
“Help me out, and I’ll give you half.”
Yachi pulled a brown wallet out of her back pocket.
Saeko rolled her eyes. “Again? Really?”
The two of them did this every day.
“Come on,” she whined, “it’s fun! Look, the woman in the purple ordering at the counter - she’ll be perfect for it.”
The street was nearly empty, save for the few people eating at tables or walking by. It was the perfect day for making more money, and Yachi would do just that.
You were standing in front of a food stall sipping lemonade when you got a tap on your shoulder.
“Excuse me - did you drop this?”
“I’m sorry?”
“This wallet was on the ground, it’s yours, right?”
The girl opened the wallet and showed the cash inside, knowing it would pique your interest, and then let you take it from her hands.
Yachi put on a sweet smile until Saeko came over to wipe it off.
“It’s mine. Hand it over.”
Saeko took the billfold from you, but Yachi snatched it right back from her then stuffed it in her back pocket.
With her arms up in innocent defense, “You know what, I’ll just take it to the police.”
“I told you, it’s mine.”
“How am I supposed to know that?”
“What, do you want a reward or something?”
While they bickered, you finished your drink. Then, you pulled two twenties from your purse.
“It is mine, actually. Here’s your reward.”
And Yachi smiled at you, pulled the wallet out, and handed it over to you as she took your money.
“Thank you so much,” you said, being so sweet it felt fake, and then you wrapped your arms around her, giving her the most awkward hug of her life. “I appreciate it so much, thank you. Have a great day.”
Then, you walked off.
You were hardly out of earshot when Yachi started laughing to herself as she pulled the real, money filled wallet out of her pocket.
“It’s just so easy these days!”
Saeko held her hand out expectantly. Yachi slapped a bill in her hand.
“Thanks for playing,” she said, and Saeko said nothing. “You still hungry? It’ll be my treat!”
Just to brag, she pulled the wallet open, showing Saeko her earnings. The extra twenty she just stole from you didn’t seem like much in comparison to the hundreds in the pouch, but it all adds up. Every cent counts when you’ve got rent to pay.
And Saeko was laughing. Cackling like a bird.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“What are you going to buy?” she said through bursts of laughter and tears, “free samples?”
“What are you talking about?”
She looked down at the wallet and -
- it was empty.
Empty.
Her money was gone.
“You gave away the wrong one!”
Yachi felt her heartbeat in her ears. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head and landed right in the money pouch. She could have laughed, too, out of pure anger.
“I didn’t. I didn’t - I’m not stupid! I wouldn’t mess up that badly - did she…?”
She turned around, looking all over for you, then went running in the direction you had gone.
Yachi already figured out what you had done.
When you hugged her, you pick-pocketed her.
You knew she had given you an empty wallet, so you took the one with the money.
That’s the only explanation.
She ran down the block and easily found you, standing in front of a stall selling jewelry. And she was more than ready to make a scene in order to get her money back.
“Hey! Hey!”
You ignored her until she was standing right next to you.
“You stole my money!”
You glanced over at her, then said, “Hm? Aren’t you the one who found my wallet?”
“It wasn’t yours!”
You let a smile slip. “It wasn’t?”
“Look, just give it back.”
You walked away from the jewelry booth, but Yachi peddled behind you.
“Why would I do that? You gave it to me, said it was mine - so, it’s mine.”
“Well, it was a mistake! It wasn’t yours - it was mine, so I need you to return it.”
“Are you trying to steal from me?”
“What? No! I’m trying to get my money back!”
You didn’t reply, and Yachi didn’t know what else to do, so she kept following you.
She was stuck walking in your footsteps, letting you guide her wherever you were going, because she had no other ideas.
The only thing she could do was nag you until you gave in.
“All of my money was in that wallet. Like, all of it. At least eight hundred dollars. You’re stealing all of my money, and I’m already poor, so you’re just making me even more poor. Are you really okay with that?”
You said nothing.
“My name is Yachi, by the way. Hitoka Yachi. I’m pretty popular around here, actually. Are you new to town? I could show you around. For a price, anyway. Hey, if you give me my money back, I could show you how to make all the money in the world - I know the easiest ways.”
She meandered around you, stopping you in your path, finally getting the chance to speak to your face. She gave you a smile that was as genuine as it was frustrated; all you could do was laugh.
“How long do you plan on following me?”
Her smile fell. “Until I get my money back.” She was pouting, looking like she was trying too hard to look angry. You gave her a look that turned her anger up higher. “The money you stole from me.”
“In the wallet you said was mine?”
She stomped her foot; you didn’t hold back your laughter at her.
“What a con artist you are. Aren’t you clever?” you joked as you walked ahead of her, and her footsteps quickly followed yours.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, or who you think you are, but I know what I’m doing here. So maybe you should watch your tone.”
You tried not to laugh, you really did, but the sound erupted from your lips before you could seal them shut. Yachi stopped in her tracks at the sound.
You turned around, continuing to walk backwards as you said, “It seems like I’ve scammed the scammer, then, haven’t I?” And then you turned again, not stopping until you reached your destination.
Neither of you said a word until you were opening the gate outside of a quaint home.
“Where are we? What are you doing here?”
“I’m going home,” you said. “Do you want to camp out here, or come inside?”
Yachi peered behind you to look at the house, but the only thing that caught her eye was a man standing at the door. He stood there like he was a guard.
“Who is that?”
“Who?”
Yachi pointed, and you turned to glance behind you.
“He’s just someone I work with. I’m not sure what he’s here for… maybe something I owe him.”
You sighed, and Yachi got the idea that you weren’t happy to see this guy. She was immediately intimidated by the man - his gaze alone was enough to send her shrinking into herself. Dressed in all black, his strong looking arms crossed, and his jaw locked - according to Yachi’s low standards, he looked like someone she wanted nothing to do with.
You began walking away, into your gate and toward the house.
“Hey! What about my money?!”
“You mean my money?” You walked back over to her then pulled an ink pen and an old receipt out of your purse. “Here’s my name and number. Call me if you need anything, alright?”
You shoved the paper in her hand and then you left, into your house, and the man didn’t follow. He stood in the same spot, watching Yachi’s every move. She kicked herself out of his eyesight, fast.
The money in that wallet you stole was for a late rent payment. Her shitty apartment wasn’t worth what she paid for it every month, but it held her few belongings and kept her warm enough. And it was getting harder and harder to lie her way out of paying the bills on time.
And now that money is gone.
She could have just followed you into your home, but even she isn’t stupid enough to walk into a situation like that one.
Besides, that guy was scary enough that she was grateful for being out of his sight.
She’d just have to cut her losses. You can’t win ‘em all - she’d happily lose this time if it meant she never had to see that guy again. And that wasn’t the first time she had less than a dollar to her name. She’d just have to work a little harder tomorrow.
She looked down at the note you gave her. It did in fact have a name, and a few numbers written down, but it wasn’t enough to make a phone number. Of course. Yachi didn’t expect any better, but she swore the next time she saw you, she wouldn’t let you go.
Her walking was directionless, and she didn’t know where she was, but eventually the neighborhood turned familiar enough that she felt alright to slow her pace and catch her breath. She was only wandering, looking for something to stop her, when -
“Oh my god! There she is! Right there! That’s her - that’s the girl!”
One second she was kicking a pebble down the street - the next, she barely had the time to turn and run from the two cops chasing her, who were directed by the old woman from the telephone scam.
It was one thing after another.
She turned one corner then another before she found her escape. It looked like it was placed in front of her by God himself - too good to be true - and, of course, she took the path that was laid out: a taxi stopped on the side of the road with a familiar person getting into it - you. Yachi dived into the door you had left open and slammed it behind her.
“Let’s share the ride!” she said, trying to hide how out of breath she was. Your mouth hung in surprise but you only nodded, and the driver took off. Yachi looked back - not a cop in sight.
Safe at last.
“Back already?”
Yachi sat back in her seat and relaxed, because she finally could. But the silence took over fast, and she had to strike up conversation.
“Seriously, who was that guy?”
“Oh, don’t mind him. I took care of him.”
“You - did you -”
“Kill him?” Yachi gasped, you laughed. “No, god no - who do you think I am?”
“I have no idea who you are,” she said, and you laughed. Then, she realized, “Where are we going?”
“The airport,” you replied. You turned to look at her, your makeup still perfect, your hair only slightly messier than it was before, red lips in a sweet sneaking grin. “Then to LA.”
“LA?”
You nodded.
In the rush of the series of events, Yachi thought of this as an offer. A way out. A new market.
Technically, she was on the run now, and she still had to get back what you took from her, and she had nothing here to leave, anyway. Most of her things were in the tattered backpack she took everywhere with her.
“I’ll come with - if you buy my plane ticket.”
You refused. But she’d convince you.
-
“What are we doing here, anyway?”
“I’m here for work - I don’t know where you’re going. I need to make a stop by my place.”
“Well, you’ll let me stay with you for the night, right?”
There were hours of traffic between the two of you and your destination, and Yachi got to sleep through it until you forced her awake and brought her inside of an extravagant house. She didn’t get the chance to examine the outside - you walked too fast for her to keep up.
She developed a quick habit out of following you around. She didn’t know what else she was supposed to do, and her one goal was to take her cash back from you, afterall.
But when you led her into a big, open room, it seemed like you had enough of having her as your shadow.
“Can’t you go somewhere else?”
“Where?”
“Anywhere,” you sighed. You plopped down on the long velvet couch that faced the large window, then said, “Show yourself around. I’m waiting for company.”
“Fine.”
Looking as if she was trying to be passive aggressive, she trotted back out the door the two of you came through. Outside of it was a long hallway with many doors on either side; she didn’t know which room she should go into first.
With the blue carpet catching her footsteps, it was a soft walk to the first door. Yachi swung it open brazenly to find - a bathroom.
Plain and boring as they come. A stark opposite from the rest of the house that she’d seen - the main room was lavish, filled with furniture and decorated perfectly, windows lining an entire wall with beautiful paintings hanging on the rest of them.
She thought mansion bathrooms were meant to be fancy - with toilets made of gold and water fountains rather than sinks and a swimming pool for a tub.
Maybe you sunk your budget in the living room.
She decided to leave the door open, just to be rude, before she went to the next one.
There wasn’t time for her to open it before a door at the main end of the hallway opened seemingly on its own. Yachi was curious, wondering what kind of person would be walking through it.
When she saw him, she ran, and she loudly encouraged you to do the same.
The lazy way you stood up made it obvious that you weren’t bothered at all.
“What are you doing?”
“Running away, because that scary man followed you all the way here and it’s probably because he wants to kill you,” she said, all in one breath, the entire sentence sounding like one word.
You only crossed your arms. Yachi didn’t understand.
“Excuse me.”
The sound of his voice behind her made her yelp, and she ran straight to hide behind the couch.
“Whatever she did has nothing to do with me!”
The only part of her body visible was her eyes, peeking out just enough to see what this man’s next move was.
He completely ignored her, gunning straight for you. He reached his arms out and Yachi didn’t want to look - she couldn’t bear to see what he was about to do to you.
The man looked strong, and maybe you were capable of fighting but Yachi wouldn’t bet her stolen money on it. You weren’t even stepping away, in fact - you were stepping toward him.
He wrapped his arms around you and that was it, Yachi thought - he was probably going to squeeze you until you popped. She clamped her eyes shut, but then opened one of them because she couldn’t help herself. She just had to watch as he -
Kissed you.
Yachi really did not understand.
“Keiji, I missed you to death.”
“You couldn’t stand a couple days apart?”
“It felt like forever. I think I should just stitch myself to you, I’d be happier that way.”
Yachi shot up out of her hiding spot.
“I thought this was the guy you owed!”
“I did owe him. I told you I took care of him, didn’t I?”
The wink you sent Yachi’s way had her dropping her jaw in a realizing, disgusting anger.
“By the way,” Keiji said, “Where’s the big scary man who’s trying to kill you?”
Yachi didn’t care about a thing the man said, and she didn’t care about the joyous look on your face. All she cared about was getting answers.
“Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?”
“I told you who I am. You’re the one who’s been following me around this entire time - remember?” You weren’t even looking at Yachi. Instead, you were busy straightening Keiji’s collar. You kissed him once again and then stepped away, saying, “Could you bring me that briefcase, babe?” and he did as he was told.
She stood on the couch and then jumped over it, landing on her feet with a punctuating thud. “Because you stole my money. All of my money! And I want it back!”
“Right - about that money… Where’d it come from, exactly?”
Keiji sat the briefcase on the table in front of you. You opened it and pulled out three different things.
Yachi didn’t try to explain herself. You already had all of the answers, and you held them up for her to see.
The terrible pamphlet for the phone company she handmade, the contract signed by the woman she had scammed, and the crumpled note she had thrown away.
And she felt like a child again, being scolded by her mother for her bad grades. Like she was small, like you were bigger than her so that meant you were right. It didn’t feel fair.
“Where did you get those?”
You offered no explanation. “That poor, innocent woman,” you said with a tut. “But she wasn’t the first, was she?”
“So what? Are you going to rat me out or something?”
“No. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about it.”
“So what is this for?” Yachi took a loud step toward you, trying to make herself feel bigger, stronger, smarter. “Just give me my money so I can leave.”
“I never said I had your money.”
Yachi froze.
“What?”
You shrugged. “I don’t have it. You assumed I did.”
“Then who does?!”
“The girl you were with - she got a hold of it.”
“Saeko?!”
Then, Keiji stepped into it. “I think you might’ve taken this one too far, sweetheart.”
“But she knows what she’s doing,” you said, and the sweet voice you used with him sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “I didn’t do anything. Every choice she made was completely independent.”
The worst part?
You were right.
Yachi chose to take that old lady’s money. She chose you out of the crowd to play the wallet scam against. She chose to follow you home, to leave you at your house, to seek refuge in the taxi you were in. And then, on top of it all, she followed you to a brand new city.
And you didn’t suggest she do a single thing. You just let her.
It was her own fault. So she crumpled to the ground, because there was simply nothing left for her to do.
She fell for every word that left your mouth - and you didn’t even ask her to.
It was pathetic. She was pathetic.
You stood in front of her, tossed the pamphlet on the ground for her to look at. “It doesn’t feel good, does it? Being stolen from?”
Yachi didn’t reply.
“Do you want some advice?”
Yachi watched as you knelt down in front of her. She looked up at you, at your too sweet smile. Still, there were no cracks in your image. It was strange, and it was enticing, and it was maddening.
“Learn how to choose your targets, sweetheart. Maybe you should pick a different line of work.”
You wadded up the note and threw it down in front of her, just like she had thrown it to the trash. Your words were cutting, even as you got up and walked away. You had just given her a failing grade on the one thing she felt like she was good at - it hurt.
And she was all alone now, on the floor in a random home in this strange city. And she wished she had somewhere to go.
Until a hand reached out to her.
Keiji.
She took it, because she didn’t have any other choice - besides sitting there forever.
“She can be a little mean sometimes. Don’t take it too personally.”
Yachi didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing.
“Do you want to make your money back?”
Yachi nodded.
“Then let’s go. We’re already late.”
-
Maybe you were too mean to the young girl, but it definitely wasn’t your fault. It’s just the way things happened to play out.
Keiji obviously believed otherwise.
“I’m just saying - she’s just a kid. You didn’t have to go so hard on her.”
“I was teaching her a lesson!”
“You could’ve been a little nicer about it. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Keiji, you were in on it.”
“Hey, you were the boss - I was just doing what I was told!”
“Can you stop talking about me like I’m not right here?”
The both of you turned around to see Yachi behind you, tagging along like a third wheel. Keiji mumbled a quick apology; you continued walking without a word to her.
“Where are we even going?” the girl asked.
“To strike up a deal,” you said, feigning excitement so it would get her in a better mood.
And it worked like you were rubbing paint off your hands onto her. She piped up immediately, getting a spring in her step.
“Okay, what’s the plan?”
“You’ll see.”
“Nothing you need to know yet,” Keiji said as you all stopped in front of a large ornate gate; behind it, the biggest house Yachi had ever seen.
“Whoa. Is this some door-to-door scam for millionaires or something?”
You groaned loud. “Something like that.”
Keiji dropped your hand and moved to press a button on the intercom next to the fence. In less than a minute, three men came walking down the path on the opposite side; one of them used a key to open the gate.
All of them looked rough and mean. Dressed in leather jackets and lazily buttoned patterned shirts, gold chains around their necks and rings on their fingers, Yachi could easily assume these guys were cheap security for whoever lived in this mansion. She didn’t like the look of them.
The man in the center pulled his sunglasses off then shook Keiji’s hand.
“About time,” he said, then started leading your group inside.
Around the back of the house was a pool and a party. The bright blue water looked refreshing enough to jump into fully clothed, and all of the beautiful girls in bikinis had Yachi feeling self conscious of the little effort she put into her appearance. You had thrown a button up shirt and black pants at her and made her get changed in the car, and she was feeling far from herself.
She watched you and Keiji shaking hands and making conversation with the person who seemed to be the owner of this house - a tall woman who wore glasses and had long, pin straight, jet black hair.
Yachi wasn’t doing such a good job at following your conversation, but she heard the tail end of what the woman was saying.
“...This will be so great for both of us, I’m so excited to finally be finishing this deal. Um - where is the… supply?”
“The delivery should be here soon,” Keiji said, checking his watch. “Set to arrive around back.”
“Right - of course. No point in risking traveling alone with something so important.”
“In the meantime,” you said, and you wrapped your arms around Yachi’s shoulders and pulled her to stand in front of you. “This is an intern of ours - the one we were telling you about. She has been paramount in developing the new product.”
Yachi forced a fake, awkward smile at the woman.
“Oh, it’s amazing to meet you!”
“The two of you should get acquainted. Just don’t spill any secrets.” You winked at her and then took a step back. “The two of us will head over to the warehouse and we’ll give you a call when the goods arrive. Sound good?”
Leaving no chance for Yachi to reply, you and Keiji left her alone, walking past the party down a path that led behind the house.
Keiji asked you, “How do you think she’ll do?”
You shrugged. “She can’t fuck it up too badly. We’re already in the homestretch.”
The warehouse was exactly that - a large building with two garage doors and no windows, with its only entrance door guarded by two men. One of them short, thin, and balding; the other tall, with salt and pepper hair and too much muscle. You greeted them both then swung the door open and walked into the fluorescent lights inside.
The building was mostly empty now; Ten, your current client, had gotten rid of nearly all of her inventory after the first meeting she had with you. To make room for the stock you’d promised.
Arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in. “We’ve got time to kill, baby.”
You looked back at him, kissed his cheek. “Not as much time as you need.”
“You only need five minutes.” He pulled away just enough to turn you around, then pulled you right back against him, teasing a kiss against your lips. “I thought you missed me?”
He kissed you soft, just enough to get you to want more - to remind you what you were missing. As headstrong as you were, Keiji was the only one who knew how to crack your resolve.
You let him kiss you as much as he wanted to, because you weren’t ready to put up a fight yet.
“You know I missed you,” you whined against his lips. He caressed your pouting bottom lip with his thumb.
“You’re a sweetheart. My sweet girl. Why don’t we just get this over with so I can show you how much I missed you?”
You kissed his finger, then his palm, and looked up at him with bright eyes and a swelling smile.
“I think we have five minutes to spare.”
-
Yachi had been alone with this woman for half an hour, and getting through the conversation felt like swimming in putty.
At this point, she felt like she deserved a fucking degree in bullshitting, because even though her words made no sense to herself, the woman ate them up like candy.
Yachi had learned very little, and yet way too much about the business practices here.
The woman’s name was Ten, and she’s worked in Hollywood as a film director for nearly twenty years, and the product she was buying off of you was… drugs. All of her money didn’t come from the shitty movies she’s made, but from the drugs she’s been peddling.
So Yachi had gotten tied up with drug dealers. She could handle your lying and stealing, but this was too far for her.
She wouldn’t realize the irony in that sentiment.
“I was skeptical before, to be honest. But after meeting you, I’m nothing but excited,” Ten told her.
It all felt surreal even though she was clueless of the situation. She had Ten convinced that she was a pharmaceutical technician who lacked experience but had an abundance of knowledge - a great mind who would become a pillar in the industry, someone who would change the drug industry and make people like her even richer.
Your call to Ten was a saving grace.
“Perfect. Send one of the guards up to escort me with the money. I’ll be right down.”
Yachi joined Ten, a muscular guard, and four briefcases to the warehouse around back. On the walk, Ten explained how she did all her business in cash, because it was easy payment with no risk of being tracked - even though Yachi never asked.
When they entered the building, Yachi held her breath, preparing to witness her first ever drug deal, and she had no idea what she was in for.
It was a giant room that was completely empty. There was a table in the center, a briefcase on top of it, and the fluorescent light shining directly onto it looked like a spotlight.
Yachi was confused, and Ten seemed even more so.
High heels echoed on the concrete floor as the woman walked to the case. She opened it, and then she snapped her head around to glare at Yachi.
The briefcase was empty.
“What’s going on here?”
She made her way back to Yachi quickly; arms came out to grab her, and she ducked underneath them. She fell onto her hands and knees, turned around, and crawled toward the door before clambering back up to her feet.
“Honestly, I have no clue!” she called back.
She pushed the door open, she saw safety in the sunlight outside. She only got to take one step on the grass before she was cut off by the guard who was with them before, still carrying the cases of money under his arm.
There was no way she was fighting him off, so when he picked her up, she let him. He threw her over his shoulder and all she could do was beat on his back with small fists.
“Let me go!” she cried. “I have nothing to do with this! Seriously! I don’t even know those two! Just let me go!”
When he finally put her down, it was onto warm metal. She opened her scared eyes to find she was in the bed of a pickup truck and so was her kidnapper.
With the truck moving she had almost no balance, but she was able to find her way to her hands and knees so she could look through its back window.
You stared at her in the rear view mirror. You even gave her a little wave, one that was all confidence and cockiness and made Yachi want to scream.
“What the hell was that?” She turned around, glared at the man who had captured her. “Who are you?”
He laughed, grinned wide, and stuck his hand out for her to shake.
“Bokuto - nice to meet ‘ya!”
-
You had been pulling the wool over Ten’s eyes for months now, building a relationship and rapport that seemed fruitful for the both of you. Ten shared secrets with you that you never needed to know, because you already had a plan scratched out before you ever met her.
She dealt the kind of drugs that killed people. The deeper the cut, the bigger the profit - that’s how she spoke of her cheap sales. It was easy to take advantage of her greed, convince her to only buy from you, pretend you were bringing something to the table she couldn’t pass up. So she cut her ties even though she was already bleeding money, and she put her last couple millions into the briefcases you stole from her, and if she ever recovered you’d give her a round of applause.
Maybe she would learn her lesson. Or maybe she wouldn’t. But your work with her was finally done.
The group of you were gathered on the terrace, drinks in hand, for an evening celebrating a job pulled off.
“All that work for one day of fun,” Bokuto sighed.
You were quick to scold him, “It’s not meant to be fun, Bo, it’s supposed to be work.”
The night sky was clouded by city lights; the stars were replaced by lampposts and neon signs. This town was alive beyond the balcony rails ahead of you. But you were only watching Yachi, who sat across from you, on the ground behind the table. She had her knees up, hugging them like she was afraid of taking up too much space, as if she had ever seen a terrace this large.
You sat up from your seat - which was Keiji’s lap - and placed your drink on the table, before sitting down on her level.
“How much did you say was in that wallet?”
She huffed and avoided your eye contact.
“I don’t know… eight hundred dollars.”
You slid a stack of cash across the table to her. Her eyes grew, and she sat still.
“For your work today,” you said.
“How much is that?”
“A few thousand. You weren’t too integral - just a distraction, really - so it’s not much.”
“...Thanks.”
“You could stick around, if you want.” It was a delicate offer, one that didn’t mean much to you, just like the money you handed over. “We always have room.”
She didn’t reply, not at first, but after a moment she gave you a meek nod.
“And I’ll get paid more?”
You stood back up then sat next to Keiji, and he pulled you in close; a kiss on your head, then your cheek, then your neck, and you were ready to forget about the world and only think about his lips.
“There’s always more to be paid,” you told her. “If you’re going to stick around, you should probably get acquainted with everyone.” You pointed to your left, “That’s Bokuto. You already met him, I think. He’s the muscle.” You meant it as a joke, but he flexed a bicep that proved your words. Then, you gestured to your right, looking at the old man laid across the wicker couch. He still wore the security guard disguise. “That’s Kudo.”
He gave a weak hearted salute. “Sure am.”
“There’s others, but they don’t always come around. You’ll meet them if you’re on the team long enough.”
“Team?”
It was innocent, the way she said it - with her head turned to the side and her eyes squinting. You were sure that you had felt the way she was feeling, back when you were five years younger and just meeting this group for the first time.
“Yeah, we’re a team, I guess. That’s the best word for it.” Try as you might to be nonchalant, you couldn’t completely cover the pride in your tone. “You’re in, if you want to be.”
You already knew she would stick around, because she had nowhere else to go. Anybody else who offered her refuge wouldn’t have good intentions, and you weren’t sure if she knew that or not - and that’s why you were making this offer in the first place. When you had heard about Yachi from Saeko, you knew she needed a place to fit - and that you had just the spot.
Even if you had to teach her a tough lesson the hard way, you meant well. And those lessons were far from over.
“Think about it,” you told her, and that was all of the time you were willing to give for the moment - because the alcohol had you buzzing, and Keiji’s arms around you were pulling you away.
So you let him take you off your seat and toward the door, but you had one more bit of information to share with Yachi.
“Oh, and - remember the old woman you stole that money from?”
Yachi perked up.
“She’ll be here tomorrow.”
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Something about spending the evening outside made you wish to be swallowed up by the night time. Your bedroom was perfectly warm yet your hands were frigid. You were completely relaxed but your shoulders still felt tense.
Nights like those carried a different feeling. One free of planning, lying, and conning; it was the release of all of those things settling in the celebration of success. Like the clouds finally parted and you could see the stars with childlike relief. You no longer had to worry about getting away with something.
With your back to Keiji, you let your face fall. You took a breath and held it, because no one was waiting for you to exhale.
“What a day,” you said to yourself. “Now that it’s over it feels like a perfect night for running away.”
“Away from me?” Keiji joked.
You turned your head only slightly. Enough that he could see that your guard was down, but you didn’t dare give him your eyes.
“With you.”
He pulled his t-shirt on and came to sit next to you. “And where would we go?”
“Anywhere,” you said with a shrug. And you thought about his question, and if your answer would be the right one. If it should be the truth, or another lie. “Somewhere normal, maybe.”
Keiji laughed. “Normal? You’d get bored of that in a day.”
“I would not,” you replied, “not if you were with me.”
“Don’t get all romantic on me now.” He got up, got into bed.
You might have been sitting on the edge of something you didn’t want to fall off of.
“You don’t want to run away with me, Keiji?” You couldn’t tell if you were making a joke or not, and you didn’t know if you wanted to hear his answer at all.
Because, in reality, you knew what his real answer would be. You knew his honesty was ugly and that’s why he showed you half truths.
You guessed he decided to ignore it all together. “Come to bed with me, baby.”
You stood up, walked around the bed and sat too close to him. He pushed your hair back away from your face, held you and looked at you.
“Why are you pouting?
“I’m serious,” you said.
“About what?”
“I don’t know.”
He laughed at that, all lighthearted and soft, and kissed you like it’d make you drop it. “Let’s talk about it later, baby - turn around, let me unzip your dress for you.”
“No, Keiji,” and you pulled away just enough that you didn’t have to look at him. “You don’t ever think about what it would be like?”
“It feels like we’ve talked about this before,” he said. “What are you getting at?”
“I just think it would be nice if things changed.” You stood up, and for a split second you thought about dropping it.
The last time you had a conversation like this was years ago, when you finally had enough money to retire and live easy. Keiji had brought it up, just offering the idea, and you had to remind him that it would never work out. Not with the two of you, anyway - not with the relationship you had.
Because nothing lasts forever, and you’re better than settling down, and you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again. You promised each other that either of you could walk away any time, so don’t get too attached.
And if a break up never came, well - both of you had been scarred by the vision of death, witnessing it literally - viciously. You don’t have a particularly safe job, and history tends to repeat, and it was easier to move on if your life didn’t revolve around the other’s beating heart.
But it was too late for those sentiments to matter anymore. It had been almost three years since then, and you didn’t fear the future anymore. Keiji stayed, even though you thought he never would - even though no one ever stuck around that long - and you were starting to think that, maybe, he was going to be there forever. Maybe it was okay for you to ask him to.
So you wouldn’t let it go.
“We could have more than just… this. You know? What if we just bought a big house in a suburb? We could have pets, and… We could get married, even! And go on a honeymoon to some place nice - and we’ll be there to have fun instead of - I don’t know - rigging sports bets or stealing paintings! And it would all be so simple and easy!”
“Where is all of this coming from?”
You didn’t even know. But you meant it, all of it, and you wanted him to understand.
“I just - I… I want to have a life with you, Kei.”
“We have a life together,” he said, like he was confused, and he got up and walked over to you, he tried grabbing at you like he could put you back together. Like he could fit you in his hands. “This is our life. Can you seriously imagine us living like that? Getting married?”
“Can’t you?”
He knew his answer, he just didn’t want to say it.
“This is too much,” he said. “We’ve talked about this. I thought you didn’t want that.”
“What if I changed my mind?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say -”
“I want you to agree with me!”
“I don’t! And you know why - I…” He reeled his next words in, it seemed. He took a breath and calmed down and tried to speak softer. “You just want to… quit?”
He pulled you closer, like he could tell you were trying to run away.
“We’re so close to figuring everything out. We can’t just give up.”
“I know that.”
“Okay?” You looked away from him and he let you. “That’s why we’re here. That’s why we’re together.”
“Have all of these years together just been a waste, then? If you can’t even entertain the thought of having a life with me other than this?”
You were holding onto him so tight and you didn’t care if it hurt. Keiji had been your one constant for years now - there was no way he was still afraid of committing to you, when he had basically already done so.
But it was like tying down a wild dog. You couldn’t.
“Why didn’t you bring this up sooner? Our goal was never to settle down and have kids some day - it’s not - we’re not like that!”
“Not like what?” you asked. You were completely disheartened, now, dropping the grip you had on him. “Not serious? Not real?”
“Not normal!” he said, loud, and then he laughed, like he thought you were being funny. “I mean - we’ve never even been an actual couple - did you really think we would end up like that?”
“Maybe I did. What’s so wrong with that?”
“You know I don’t want that,” he said. “We aren’t together to have some happy ending - I never wanted that with you.”
And that was it. The last push.
But it was into anger rather than sadness; a rage instead of a broken heart; a free fall instead of a straight plummet.
“You did a great job at acting like it, Keiji.”
He laughed again, and you realized the irony in your words. The fact is that all he ever does is put on an act for other people because lying for money was his job, and you had the heart to believe he’d been real with you.
“I was never acting - obviously you can’t say the same.”
For the first time in your life, you let him have the last word. You were quick to collect some of your things and leave the room with a slamming door, and you stormed to a guest bedroom without a thought in your mind.
You didn’t cry, you didn’t let yourself feel sad. You were angry and annoyed and exhausted - maybe even a little embarrassed. And that anger kept you distracted, so you latched onto it and let it burn.
-
The next morning, you assumed everyone had already left. When a job was over and everything finally settled, most of the crew found other places to go - because they had money to spend. So you weren’t expecting to interact with anyone.
But Yachi was waiting in the hallway, still in her pajamas.
“Finally! I’ve been waiting forever for you to wake up. What took so long?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Fine. Gosh.”
“What do you want?”
“Well, I just had a few questions.”
You walked to the bathroom and she followed you into it. She closed the door behind her and then hopped up onto the counter next to the sink.
“Now that I have my money back I need to figure out what to do with it. I think I should get some new clothes, but mostly I just want to find some good food - what are the best restaurants around here, by the way? Honestly, I think you owe me lunch for the last few days. It’s the least you could do to make me feel part of the team.”
Out of nowhere, the door opened. Keiji was standing behind it.
“Can you knock?!” you immediately said, making him scoff.
“Can you learn to lock the door?”
You slammed the door in his face, and it made you feel marginally better. Then you looked over to Yachi, remembering her existence, and opened it again.
“Can I get some privacy? Please?”
“Yeah,” she said, stumbling over her words to land on her feet. “We’ll catch up later, I guess.”
You hoped later never came.
And instead of a peaceful, empty home, you were met with a full house of expectants, because you had already promised them more work to do.
“I thought you liked to get an early start.” It was Keiji, and he was talking like he wanted to start a fight. “It’s noon.”
“You could have started the meeting without me. You have all the information I do.”
“This one was your idea.”
“They’re all my ideas,” you said.
You pushed by him and went into the living room where everyone was waiting for you.
The only silver lining was seeing Ms. Kim, who had finally arrived sometime last night. She sat on the couch with a giant ball of yarn next to her, and the makings of a blue scarf sat on her lap as she knitted away. Her straight hair was shorter than it was a few weeks ago, and she had new glasses that sat on the tip of her nose, but she had the same familiarly grumpy look that always made you smile.
If you were honest, you didn’t even know what you were supposed to be talking about with them. Keiji always helped you get things in order, line up plans, and work out the tempo of meetings like these.
“Do you have the layout of the bar?” you asked him.
He was just sitting down on the couch when you looked at him. “No,” he said, arms crossed.
“Why not?”
“You didn’t tell me to get it.”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you. Did you do nothing? Where’s the list of the employees?”
“Do you think I’m your assistant? Do you think I spend twenty-four hours a day doing shit for you?”
“Am I supposed to do it all on my own?”
“It’s not that difficult, I’m sure you’d figure it out if you put in some effort. But it might take a few tries.”
“Fine,” you said. You looked around the table in front of you to see empty folders and blank papers. “Since Akaashi didn’t do his job we’ll just have to delay this a few days. And everyone can thank him for that.”
“Just because you say it’s my fault doesn’t mean it’s true. You haven’t figured that out already?”
“Since you don’t want to help I’ll just go ahead and cross you off the list of team members needed for this job - does that work for you?”
“Sounds great,” he said. “It sounds wonderful, actually - I can’t wait to see you try to do something all on your own.”
“And I can’t wait to stop hearing your voice!”
Both of you stormed out of the room at that, and slamming doors were heard on opposite sides of the house.
The silence in the living room was deafening.
“Did something… happen?” Yachi eventually asked among the group.
Ms. Kim was the first one to speak up, “They used to act this way… Must’ve had a fight.”
That made Kudo perk up with a gravelly laugh, “Oh, a lover’s quarrel.”
Honestly, Yachi couldn’t believe it. She had never seen the two of you act any way other than repulsively in love. She would have thought you had never fought before - everything seemed just perfect between the two of you.
But she was immediately interested in knowing about your past. No one had told her anything about how they got started, or what kind of work they did before now, and she was dying to know something.
“What do you mean? They used to argue a lot?”
“Ha - you could say that.”
“They were unbearable,” Bokuto said. “More unbearable than they are now, if you could believe it…”
“I don’t,” Yachi said. “Tell me about it.”
Her request was directed at Ms. Kim who did nothing but blink at her.
“Can’t you ask someone else? I’m not a storyteller!”
“Come on, Kim,” Kudo said, “we all know you love reminiscing on the good old days. Tell the newbie all about it.”
“Five years ago aren’t the good old days,” she said. “Fine. I’ll give you the quick version and spare the details. Don’t get comfortable.”
... ... ...
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Hey I have a Daisy Johnson x fem reader request.
Reader is Daisy's childhood best friend and she saves reader from the watchdogs, 9 years later after (Skye, at the time) ran away. Daisy's reasoning being, she left to find her family, (also to try and escape from her feelings for her best friend. Only, they never left. They were just buried, so after saving R and helping R with her powers, (control/manipulation of fire.) spending time with her, Daisy's feelings resurface.) (Too long, sorry.)
Resurfaced
Summary: Feelings don’t go away at the snap of fingers.
Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1462
a/n: not too long at all, the more details the better! Thank you for the request :)
Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore
The fire in Y/N’s hands prickles her fingers. It doesn’t hurt, she’s used to the warm feeling. At first the burn made her afraid, but then she learned how to harness it, the burning made her feel powerful.
Although now, she feels less confident in her abilities. Multiple people in masks have surrounded her, holding their guns towards her. Y/N looks around her, trying to find a way to escape without violence. She doesn’t need to add fuel to the inhuman hate going on by killing people.
“You’re the Watchdogs, huh?” Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “Heard a lot about you from the news. Hating and killing people like me.”
“Because you are an abomination.” One of them speaks out, taking a step forward. Y/N lifts her hands towards him, making the whole group get closer. Y/N’s breath hitches, she couldn’t fight all of them with no collateral damage or without dying.
They lifts their guns higher and get ready to shoot. The fire in Y/N’s hands grow as she readies herself for a fight. Before any of them can do anything, a deep rumbling in the ground distracts them. Suddenly, something throws few of the Watchdogs away.
Y/N gasps, getting her moment to start fighting two of them by hand as the rest are distracted with the unknown threat.
“Duck!” A man, a rather big man with a big shotgun-axe, that is unknown to Y/N yells at her. She drops to the ground, just in time before the man swings his axe towards the Watchdog Y/N was fighting.
Staying down on the ground, gunshots, things flying everywhere and some sort of swooshing sound can be heard before it turns relatively quiet. “Are you okay?” A woman helps her up.
“Yeah.” Y/N mumbles, looking around. The bodies of the Watchdogs are scattered around, but they’re still breathing. Two men are throwing away the guns in case they wake up, at times glancing at Y/N, and one other woman walking around the area. “Who are you?”
“I’m Elena. An inhuman, just like you.” She smiles. “And we’re the SHIELD.”
“SHIELD?” Y/N frowns. “I thought you were gone, or with HYDRA.”
“Neither of those are true.” The other woman walks up to them.
Y/N turns to look at her, mouth agape. “Skye?”
“Y/N?” Daisy freezes on her spot, staring at her. Her heart skips a beat as her eyes rake her body up and down. She looks so different and somehow exactly the same. “You’re an inhuman? What happened?”
“Lots.” She mumbles, not really knowing what to say. It’s been nine years since she last saw Skye. “I’m guessing a lot has happened to you too.”
“Yeah, my name is Daisy now.” She chuckles quietly.
“Wait,” Elena interrupts them. “you two know each other?”
“We were childhood friends, met in the system.” Y/N comments, keeping her eyes on Daisy. “And then she left nine years ago without saying goodbye.”
“Oh.” Elena turns to look at Daisy, who is looking down at the ground.
“Yeah.” Daisy whispers. She clears her throat and looks at Elena. “Get the containment module ready?” Elena nods and leaves.
“Containment module?”
“You have to come with us.” Y/N raises one of her brows. She wasn’t planning on tagging along with them. “For your safety. Inhumans are in a lot of danger right now.”
“You are one?” Daisy hums. Y/N sighs, rubbing her face. “What do you need with me?”
“We need to do a reading on your powers and put you on the index.” Daisy pauses, looking at Y/N’s face to see her expressions. “Plus we could use some strong allies.” She smiles. “I could help you with your powers a-“
“I’m in complete control of my powers.” She stops her. “I don’t need your or SHIELD’s help.”
“I understand that you’re angry, but-“
“You abandoned me!” Y/N’s comes out louder than she anticipated, catching the other agents’ attention. She huffs, combing her fingers through her hair to calm down. Burning the building to the ground wouldn’t leave a good impression. “You left me all alone into the system. I’m glad you got out, sure, but some kind of notice would’ve been nice. You could’ve taken me with you.” Her voice cracks.
“I’m sorry.” Daisy takes a step forward. “I left to find my parents and I should’ve told you that, but…” She pauses. She couldn’t tell her why she never told her. Especially not now that she notices her feelings might not be as gone as she thought. “I’m sorry.”
“Did you find them?”
“I did. Wasn’t a good experience.”
“I’m sure you can tell me all about it.”
Daisy smiles and nods. “Everything okay here?” The man who helped Y/N comes up to them, looking at Daisy. “Elena said you know her.”
“I do.”
“So we can trust her?” He asks as if Y/M wasn’t standing right next to them. Daisy confirms she’s trustworthy, so he finally acknowledges her. “I’m Mack.”
“Y/N.”
“Great, let’s get going then.”
Daisy nods towards a white room that has suddenly appeared near them. “You’re going to have to stay in there for a while, just in case. We don’t want the plane to melt.”
“Right.” Y/N mumbles, following Daisy and Mack’s lead.
“Show me your worst.” Daisy nods towards the dummies. They’re just outside the base, just in case something goes wrong with Y/N’s powers.
“You know,” Y/N starts with a grin. “You’ve never shown me your powers.”
It’s been few days after the group saved Y/N from the Watchdogs, since then she has stayed at the SHIELD base. Mostly because Daisy tells her they still need to do more evaluations of her powers and well-being. During those days, she and Daisy have gotten closer again. She couldn’t stay angry too long, especially after hearing the whole story of her parents.
“I’ll show them after you show me yours.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, readying her powers. Flames light up in her hands. Daisy steps away, keeping her eyes on her. On its own, her gaze moves lower on her body, lower than it should be. Considering they’re friends, only friends. And nothing more.
“Well?” Y/N turns to look at Daisy, she moves her eyes up just in time. Daisy turns to look at all the training dummies burning, some of them missing parts, while the others are completely scorched. “Is that good enough for you?”
Daisy nods and hums. She looks at the ground that’s also burning. “See, this is why we didn’t do this inside.” With a sheepish smile, Y/N shrugs. “You’re still very good, you just need some more practice.”
“Okay, miss perfect.” Daisy scoffs at the teasing. “Show me your powers.”
Daisy moves her hands up, closing her eyes to concentrate on the vibrations. The feeling of the power grows in her arms, so she slams her hands to the ground. It breaks right in front of their eyes and the debris flies everywhere.
Y/N gasps in surprise, taking multiple steps back. “Holy shit.” She whispers, looking at Daisy. “That’s amazing, Dais.”
Her heart bursts at the nickname. Although the name change was strange at first, Y/N got used to it pretty quickly. It warms her insides every time she hears her say her name, or some kind of variation of it.
“Yeah, it’s pretty great.” Daisy smiles. “I was wondering, uhm, if you wanted to get some dinner with me?”
“Sure.” Y/N shrugs, wiping off the invisible dust from her pants. “I though that’d be obvious, I really don’t know anyone else here.”
“I mean, yeah, I just… Of course.” Y/N looks at Daisy with a questioning look. Daisy clears her throat. “Fuck it.” She slams her lips against Y/N’s, gripping her waist tightly.
Y/N gasps, but returns the kiss instantly. She keeps her arms in the air for a moment, not knowing where to put them, before setting them on Daisy’s shoulders. She practically melts at the touch.
Slowly, Daisy backs away, breathing deeply. “That was…wow.” Y/N keeps her eyes closed, leaning her forehead against Daisy’s.
“Yeah.” Daisy laughs quietly. She moves some hair behind Y/N’s ear, making her open her eyes. “I’ve liked you since I met you. That’s the reason I didn’t tell you. And I thought I got rid of those feelings, but the moment I saw you again they resurfaced.”
Y/N smiles gently. “I like you too. I’ve always liked you.”
Daisy grins, relieved to hear the feelings weren’t one sided. “We have a lot to catch up on then.”
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I have to admit, I’m surprised by how much Mike and Troy romance there is in Demons compared to Byler?
Hey there anon!
I’m not quite sure how to take this ask :/
Hmmm, I’m just a little confused by that tbh? I think Troy’s only had 3 povs so far, and they didn’t happen until halfway through the story? So 3 out of 20 chapters have been his pov, which yes, it’s romantic, because Troy is deeply in love with Mike.
But at the same time, I don’t think we’re watching a romance between them, but a slow motion separation that’s beyond painful because of their trauma bond. It’s like cutting off a limb. They both basically are going to have to learn how to live again.
So maybe you feel that way because the intensity is different? What Will and Mike have is easy, it’s honest, it’s curious, it’s new. What Troy and Mike have is something that was born out of the ashes of their abuse and trauma. It’s a friendship they had that was entirely rearranged by circumstance. And because of what happened to them and between them at a very young age, their relationship is exceptionally intense, messy, and emotional.
It demands attention imo and I was going to give what was necessary to it to tell the story I want to tell. Those emotions have to be there behind their relationship or the reader isn’t going to care about where that storyline goes. And that would be a huge disservice to what I’m trying to create I think.
Also, on a personal note, it has been really fun for me to breathe life into Troy as a character. Hs’s a pretty blank slate when it comes to canon, and so this story was the perfect opportunity to do that. I don’t think I’ve been coy or misleading with my intentions r regarding Troy, Byler, or Mike/Troy. I am sorry if you are not enjoying it.
Also, the story is tagged byler and mike/troy in the relationship tags as well as tagged troy pov. So I think people should go into this story knowing that there are multiple perspectives and they all have their own unique set of feelings.
The story still has a while to go. We are going to see one more Troy pov, then he might appear in one future mike pov, but then we aren’t going to see him at all until the epilogue.
If it’s this past chapter that has stirred this on, I just want to say that it was an extremely important moment for Troy. It’s the catalyst for choices he’ll make in the next chapter. And the love scene was a perfect way to deep dive into his emotions/wants/needs while also laying a lot more groundwork for what Demon’s Mike and Troy’s relationship really is.
Hope you stick with me 🖤
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Miranda Priestly x fem!reader
Requested by: anon. If you’re requests are open can I then request a miranda priestly x reader where reader is going through a really bad anxiety period of time, and r is having a really hard time one day and goes to visit miranda at her office and everyone at the office are like “who is this bitch?” And maybe r ends up falling asleep in Miranda’s office?
Warnings: mentions of panic attacks, anxiety
A/n: I'm SO sorry it took me that long bestie but I kinda felt that way too for all this time
It was the worst week of your life. It first started with your usual anxiety worsening; the constant fidgeting, panic attacks in the mornings, and the feel of dread that never wore off. Then it was your job: a lot of unnecessary tasks, the need to do the job of your co-worker who’s gotten ill. Every day you woke up to the feeling that you can’t go to work; you felt like you had no power in you to do so. Then the day would go impossibly slow, every minute felt like an hour.
It all would be okay if you had the opportunity to go home and spend some time with your girlfriend. Everyone around you (those who knew) was calling her that but you don’t like it. It’s too simple for your taste. When you’re alone or with her you like to call Miranda ‘your woman’. Well, she’s not a girl anymore, that’s for sure. Also that sounds a little more mature.
So, the last week was terrible. Luckily for you, your boss was not an absolute dick and he allowed you to have a few extra days off.
One day, waking up, you thought that you’ve definitely slept for like 3 days straight. Taking a deep breath, you felt the smell of Miranda’s favorite fragrance which made you smile. You haven’t seen her for a while, both of your jobs making it quite difficult at the time.
Making yourself breakfast, you thought about finally buying that coat Miranda was telling would look perfect on you. You decided to buy it on your way to her office.
Breakfast was exactly what you needed but your heart rate was still unstable, and you felt like crying. You were feeling the need to see Miranda as soon as possible and spend some time in her presence. You knew it would make you feel better.
It took you long enough time to get there and feel yourself even worse. You decided not to stop anywhere to buy that coat, you surely weren’t chatty enough to do that.
Immediately after hearing the words ‘Miranda’ and ‘girlfriend’ in the same sentence you already had your personal pass in hand and with that you made your way to the floors that belonged to the Podium. The looks models were giving you made you feel even worse than you already felt, and you tried to make it in the office faster. You already knew where to go but nobody at Podium (except Nigel) knew about you and your relationship with ‘the devil in heels’ as everyone liked to call her (you honestly didn’t get it).
As you made you way straight to Miranda, a girl, who you assumed was Emily, tried to stop you, “Hey! Who do you think you are?” She tried to go after you, but the way Miranda looked at you and went to hold you made her stop in her tracks.
While Miranda continued to work on the upcoming New York fashion week, you made yourself comfortable on the little sofa she had in her office. You were watching her silently for 20 minutes or something when you started to feel your heart rate was getting back to normal and your eyelids started to feel very heavy.
When Andy made her way to the office with a cup of coffee for Miranda, Emily told her about you. At that Andy shrugged her shoulders and, sitting down, said, “She’s the girlfriend. Didn’t you hear?”
92 notes - Posted June 13, 2022
#4
Secrets
Nick Goode x reader
Requested by: @darling-i-read-it "can i please get a nick goode fic? Like the reader mayhaps not knowing about the whole deal with the devil thing and when she finds out he thinks she's gonna be pissed but she is actually like <3 this is fantastic <3 i love you AND murder <3
Warnings: mentions of murder
A/n: nick goode brainrot
It was a known fact that everyone in Sunnyvale was happy. But once in a while someone would ask you, "Y/n, are you happy?" And you would always reply with a 'yes'. It wasn't a lie; you think of yourself as a happy woman. You like to look at yourself in the mirror, you have a job you like more than anything, and you have a man to call your own. You fell in love with him the moment you saw him; smart and handsome young man, also known as sheriff Nick Goode.
You could tell he liked you too right away, that little smile always on his lips when he was seeing you in a crowd, or his inability to talk in your presence. It was only a matter of time for you to start a relationship.
Early on you decided that you should trust each other completely, no matter what. For the most part you did. He knew about you everything. In the beginning, Nick was asking you a lot of questions: your favorite movie, color, what you like to eat, what kind of person you are in the morning etc. He was really curious, and you appreciated it; it was good to know the man wanted to know you and to understand you better.
You did the same. Asked him a million questions, always ready to pick up on something new. However, there was one secret he kept from you.
In his living room, near the fireplace there was a door; simple white door. It was locked at all times. It was okay when you didn't live together, but you started to question it more and more since the moment you moved in.
Were you supposed to clean there? Was it just a creepy basement that was completely empty? You wanted to know what was in there and once you asked Nick about it. The first time he said that it was just a basement, nothing to see there. His reply suited you for a while. Then you saw him coming in the basement for a few times, and when you asked him again, he turned the conversation in another direction.
It continued time and time again; you were so sick of this, you tried to find the key without him knowing. Of course, you didn't succeed. Later you would know that Nick kept the key with him at all times.
Finally, came the day when Nick Goode forgot to lock the door. Something happened in Shadyside, and he hurried there without as much as saying goodbye. You didn't notice it at first, the door was slightly ajar; you only noticed while approaching the fireplace.
For a couple of minutes, you stood there, looking at it and not knowing what to do. On one hand, Nick wouldn't hide the information from you without sufficient reason. On the other hand, he was being suspicious, with all his weird answers and avoiding the questions. Also, your curiosity was eating you alive, you HAD to know what was there. Looking at your watch, you noted that Nick was out for an hour, so it would be safe for you to have a quick look.
You found an old flashlight in the kitchen and turning it on, you opened the door. A few steps away there were torches on the walls of the tunnel; from the first sight, you could see it was leading somewhere not too far away. You turned the flashlight off and began to move forward with cautious steps.
The place was very old, that much you could tell. Slightly damp stone which was overgrown with moss you've seen before only a few times. Damp air, making it hard to breath. You almost fell one time, your foot stuck on something, or it just wasn't a place to walk in your home slippers.
You reached a clearing of some sort. It was all stone and soil. On the floor in the center was something you mistook for a pentagram at first. Surrounding it, there were large stones with something engraved on them. Stepping closer you realized it was names. All of them sounded familiar. It all started to make sense to you, and you were just about to look at the mark on the floor again when the voice startled you, "I told you to not go in here".
Nick returned home just a few minutes ago, anticipating warm dinner and you in his arms, but he couldn't find you anywhere. Living room was the last place he checked and the first thing he noticed there was an open door to the only place in his house you had no access to. Plans were already forming in his head as he made his way to the altar. Two of them contained the way he would explain everything: one was telling the truth and the other was lying shamelessly to your face. He knew the lie wouldn't do, so his only option was to tell the truth, no matter how ugly it was. Nick wasn't sure how good you would take it. He doubted you would be happy, but he surely could make it sound good. In the plan he didn't want to think about, he was killing you. Of course, Nick knew that if it all came out, people would believe him, not you. But he still needed to think it through.
Also, he really didn’t want to kill you. You were like a ray of sunshine for him; always there, supporting him in everything, always on his side. But what you probably already saw was able to make him look like a psychopath killer in your eyes, and he didn’t want that.
Stepping quietly, he made sure you wouldn't hear him. You didn't, and he waited patiently for your brain to make the connection. And just when you were about to turn around, he said, "I told you to not go in here".
You turned around quickly and looked at him wide-eyed, "Sorry, I couldn't help it, I had to know. And how cool is that?! Why didn't you tell me?"
Nick had to take a moment to process what you just said. You could see the confusion on his face, so you stepped closer and took another look at the engraving and the stones. "You’re making deals with the Devil, that's so cool! Oh... Oh! So this stuff a couple of days ago at the mall happened because of you! Ah, I love you. I knew you were the best, but this is just like a Christmas present". He finally came to his senses and looked at you in disbelief, "What?"
You were already making your way out, talking non-stop, "And the murders were so nice! So much blood, classic slasher movie, I swear. Is it your first time? Or the Camp Nightwing massacre was you too?"
You stopped walking when you didn't notice him near you. You turned around and looked at his still shocked face, "Nick? You okay?"
"You okay with it? Why?" he took a few steps closer. "I have some secrets of my own", you smiled and continued your way to the living room. "But seriously, you have to tell me everything!"
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Good Morning, Indeed
Miranda Priestly x reader
Requested: by anon. Would you do some morning fluff for Miranda Priestly? E.g styling her hair? Fanks! 😌😁
A/n: it's short but cute! hope you like it x also i;m done with my requests (finally) send me sone more!
Honestly, you've no idea how exactly you ended up living with that woman. Only yesterday she was whipping you with her words at the Runway and today you’re making her favorite breakfast. The things you do for love, huh.
It was so early in the morning, you weren’t even sure if it was morning already. Miranda was still sleeping, the girls were in their beds too. The aroma of fresh coffee has filled the room, making you slightly more awake. The first Harry Potter book laid on the table waiting for you to read it. Miranda’s girls were ecstatic for you to read the whole series; their mother didn’t have the time to do that.
You flipped a pancake and took a drink from your cup. When the table was served, you heard Miranda already being mad at someone over the phone. You smiled a little, gladly it wasn’t you on the other side.
She ended the call just before coming into the kitchen. “Good morning, love”, you handed her a cup of coffee and took a notice of her hair. They were still wet from the shower, so you went to the other room to grab some brushes and a hairdryer to style her hair. She didn’t like to do that herself; it was your prerogative.
When you returned to the kitchen, Miranda was flipping through the book, shaking her head from time to time. You kissed her temple and started to do her hair.
You felt her relax instantly. She didn’t like people touching her hair, but when it came to you, she loved it. Miranda took a swing of her coffee and you just knew that she had closed her eyes.
It was an unusually quiet morning. Just the two of you. You both didn’t like to talk at the moments like this. Work related topics can be dealt with in a car on your way to the Podium. Everything related to the girls was done yesterday. So you just enjoyed those quiet moments.
When Miranda’s hair was done with, you took a sit next to her and started to eat. She continued to work on the book. Half an hour had passed just like that.
You heard the book was closed, felt her lips on your cheek. “Good morning, indeed”
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the world without Him
Severus Snape x fem!reader
Requested: no
Warnings: mentions of death, ptsd?, suicide
A/n: please don't read if even one of the warnings trigger you! extremely sad. also don't read if you don't want to!
She looked up at the sky and then shut her eyes. The sun was too bright today. How could it be bright? How could it be so cruel?
They couldn’t find his body. Not on the day of the fight, not after it. She had nothing left. Nothing to bury. Nothing to come back to. Nothing to mourn.
It was the first sunny day after the battle. It happened almost two weeks ago and now it seems like it never happened. Funerals went for days straight; everyone was mourning their loved ones. Everyone but her. She had nothing.
Harry tried to cheer her up a little, saying he died a hero. She didn’t care about that. Funny how he became a hero only after his death. The death she couldn’t believe in. She saw no body. She never saw him being killed. Every day since the battle she was expecting him to come home to her. Weak, tired but still alive. She was sure that he was somewhere out there just trying to heal the wounds. Every day she cooked breakfast for two, brewed coffee exactly the way he liked it. Sitting in his chair she read the daily prophet as if she was getting ready to discuss news with him in the evening. Just like before the war.
Of course, the day of his return never came. In September she returned to Hogwarts just like she would before the war. Spent her free time in the dungeons just like before the war. She even continued her potions lessons. But now she only had his textbook. Countless of times she traced the words he had written with her fingertips. Countless of times she imagined him talking, giving her advises and teasing her endlessly. Professor Slughorn didn’t mind her being there; he even caught her crying one time.
Time flew by and students started to see more of him in her. Quiet, brooding, not a hint of emotion. She didn’t have the energy to smile. Didn’t have the energy to be helpful. Suddenly she had found her students to be irritating and lazy. Just like he did.
Hermione Granger, who had returned for her 7th year, pointed it out to her just before Christmas. She smiled a little, for the first time in months, and said that it was just easier this way. Easier to ignore the pain.
When the holidays were over, she didn’t return to school. Some said, she retreated to muggle world, someone was gossiping about her possible death. One girl said that she just couldn’t live in a world without him. For everyone she just vanished. Nobody knows what happened to her. And I’m not sure someone wants to.
150 notes - Posted February 1, 2022
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The Unexpected Speech
Severus Snape x reader (but the focus is on you), Umbridge
Requested: no
A/n: can't say this is angst, don's know what's this lol, mentions of sex
This morning you were getting ready for work in a rush. I wasn’t often when you overslept, but when you did, it was always a fault of your husband. He was already having breakfast, maybe even finished it. And you had to skip it today. While in a haste you didn’t notice a little hickey on your neck. You always wear modest clothes, so that’s probably the reason why you didn’t notice anything.
You were a Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts. It was a great help that your mother was a muggle-born witch, she taught you a lot of muggle related things. The lesson with a 3rd years went by pretty quickly, children were actually curious to learn new things, and they readily passed their enthusiasm to you. Your second lesson of the day you spent with a 7thyear.
When Fred and George Weasley (your favourites, but they didn’t need to know that) were telling you about their father’s job, Dolores Umbridge had paid you a visit.
About your hickey. It was only visible when you turned your head to the side, so, if the student didn’t pay you attention, you were safe. But your older students were really interested in the subject. They noticed, of course, but didn’t tell you anything. It would be awkward to both parties. So, they stayed quiet.
That woman never stayed quiet. She noticed it and was already lecturing you on why exactly your appearance was inappropriate to a teacher. It wasn’t the first time she did that. Earlier that year, Umbridge gave you a good scolding because of: your hair, your makeup (“Surely, you don’t need that much of mascara, do you?”), your choice of clothes, your choice of shoes, even your nails. What was wrong with the last one, she didn’t tell you. So, that day was the last straw. You didn’t care that she could fire you, you could easily find another job. Yes, you would miss your students, but that’s okay. You finally let yourself speak back to her. In front of children.
“Thank you for your concern but I’ve had enough of it for the past months. And I won’t stay silent any longer. As far as I know, my husband provides you with Veritaserum potion you like to you use on innocent children so much. So I strongly suggest you stop bullying me just because of your non-existent sex life. And yes, I am aware that you can fire me. And no, I don’t really care about that. Now, please, leave the room and let me finish today’s lessons. You can announce my outrageous behaviour and fire me at dinner time in front of all school. Thank you very much”.
It was the first time you ever saw her speechless. She silently left the room and even closed the door behind her. Students were quiet for a few more moments and then you heard them applauding. Only then you realized what you had said to her. No one except the staff knew about your marriage. You and your husband, Severus Snape, wanted to keep it a secret to the sake of yours and his reputation. Students adored you and loathed him. Severus wanted to keep it that way.
Your little speech had the effect of an exploding bomb. By the end of the day all school was talking only about that. You didn’t have a free minute that day, sadly. You wanted Severus to know everything from you, not from the gossip. You only saw him when you came into the Great Hall to have dinner. Perhaps, your last one within those walls. You avoided looking at him and wanted to sit somewhere else, but this time Minerva left the spot on his right to you. You took a seat there and took a little sip of pumpkin juice. You calmed a little when you felt him hand on your knee. Yes, he was probably mad but not at you, you were sure of that. He was never mad at you.
Just like you predicted, Umbridge fired you but not without the unnecessary drama. You were fine with her being mean, but this time she was saying you were unprofessional. Bad influence on children. Profaner of these sacred to the wizarding world walls. This time you needed to calm your husband. You squeezed his hand in yours gently and smiled at him a little, showing that you were doing okay. Spoiler, you weren’t. You were on the verge of tears. It hurt you deeply that your students were hearing such horrid words about you, that they could believe it. You knew they wouldn’t, but it hurt, nonetheless.
On your way out of the hall you tried to communicate with as many students as was possible. They all stood up, paying you a tribute. Saying the last “don’t get yourself in trouble just because of me” to the Weasley twins, you left the hall.
You only let the tears fall when you ended up in your husband’s embrace 20 mins later. You were saying sorry over and over again and as many times Severus was telling you that you did the right thing, even if it weren’t so smart. At that you smiled a little through the tears and hugged him tightly.
In the morning you had left the school. You had left the home. Of course, you didn’t know that you would return just before august ended. Finally you had some time to make your house a home.
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My Friend’s Father (Part Eleven)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Age Gap, Smut, Domestic Violence, Angst
Words: 1,566
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‘Jesus Amalie’ Cillian gasped as he pulled away from her in less than a second, causing Amalie to display some form of disappointment.
‘This is inappropriate. I think you realise that’ Cillian then said calmly before telling Amalie to cover up. He didn’t want Denise to walk in on them and get the wrong idea.
‘I am sorry. I thought that, perhaps, you might be attracted to me. Most men are’ Amalie said a little surprised but without any hesitation at all, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.
‘Well, I am not. Sorry’ Cillian said, shaking his head in surprise about her bluntness.
‘Sure? Because it could stay between us, you know? Even if you have someone, that’s fine with me’ Amalie said, running her hands over Cillian’s chest.
‘I am sure Amalie and I am going to be straight to be honest with you. Even if I wasn’t seeing anyone else, I wouldn’t be interested, alright?’ he said firmly, moving her hands away from him and causing Amalie to nod.
‘I am sorry’ she then said, causing Cillian to chuckle.
‘Alright…have a good night, okay?’ he then said, almost amused by the situation, before walking into his bedroom.
***
By the point he walked into his bedroom, his phone had gone off four times already as you had decided that you were bored.
You had sent him one picture after another followed by a question.
“Which set of lingerie should I wear for you when you get here on Friday? Xx” you texted, causing Cillian to gasp and stare before picking up the phone and call you.
“You are killing me with those pictures you know that?” he whispered and you couldn’t help but laugh about his reaction. You were still wearing lingerie in all of the photographs you had sent him and, yet, he was clearly turned on by them.
“I am sorry, I just can’t wait to see you again” you responded and Cillian was quick to tell you that he couldn’t wait either before informing you about what happened with Amalie.
“I don’t blame her, you know” you told him before reminding him on the night you seduced him rather bluntly as well.
“That was a little different though” Cillian chuckled but you didn’t think that it was different at all. In fact, the situation was quite similar and the only difference was that the feeling of attraction between you and Cillian was mutual.
“If you wouldn’t have me, would you have…?” you asked and, before you could finish your sentence, Cillian interrupted you.
“No, she’s not my type at all” Cillian said without hesitation.
“So, what is your type then?” you asked curiously.
“Intelligent women, who are down to earth and funny and, of course, there needs to be physical attraction too and, whilst Amalie is pretty, she’s lacking something…for me at least” he explained quietly so that no one could hear.
“Good” you said, before asking him about his choice of lingerie again and he outright told you that he didn’t care because, whatever you choose to wear, would come off rather quickly anyway.
Matters escalated from there and, after talking about Amalie’s actions, you reached the point where you felt as though you needed to mark your territory in some way.
*** Phone Sex ***
You: So, once the lingerie comes off, what would you do to me?
Cillian: I think I would want spend an extraordinary amount of time in between your legs, making love to you with my tongue.
You: Hmm, you are so good at that too. I honestly can’t wait Cillian. I might need to pleasure myself tonight just at the thought of it
Cillian: It drives me wild thinking of you pleasuring yourself, especially without me there. So, are you going to?
You: Already started.
Cillian: That was quick.
You: I told you earlier, I'm in the mood. There is no stopping me.
Cillian: Are you naked?
You: I am naked on your bed with my fingers inside my pussy.
Cillian: Do you have a vibrator?
You: Maybe.
Cillian: That’s a yes…use it.
You: Are you naked?
Cillian: Not yet.
You: Take off your clothes.
Cillian: Alright.
You: Are you hard?
Cillian: I’ve been hard for a while.
You: Stroke your cock for me.
Cillian: Already started. Have you found your vibrator yet?
You: Yes, can’t you hear it buzzing away?
Cillian: Is it deep inside you?
You: As far as it'll go. Circling around inside me. It feels lovely. But your cock would feel so much better inside me.
Cillian: Fuck babe, I can just imagine what you look like spread out across my bed with your vibrator inside you.
You: Do you want a picture?
Cillian: You know I do.
You: Alright, keep stroking your cock for me and I will send you one.
[Sent Picture]
Cillian: Fuck.
You: I knew you would like it. Now tell me, what would you do to me if you found me on your big bed like this?
Cillian: I would get rid of the vibrator and replace it with my tongue and fingers.
You: Ummhh. Sounds nice. I'd like that.
Cillian: And I'd keep licking until you tell me to stop because you can’t take it anymore.
You: Then what?
Cillian: I'd move up to put my cock in your mouth and make you take in all the way.
You: Oh. I'd like that. I'd suck it well.
Cillian: You would.
You: You know you are the first man I ever did this with?
Cillian: Seriously? You are a natural talent then and I feel very privileged. In fact, that just turns me on even more, being the first man you did this with.
You: There is a lot of things I want to try with you that I haven’t done before.
Cillian: Like what?
You: I want you to tie me up one day and have your way with me. Then maybe some spanking too. Maybe even anal sex, let’s see.
Cillian: Jesus Y/N. I can’t wait to do all these things with you.
You: Oh god, me neither. Are you still playing with yourself there?
Cillian: Of course. You?
You: Yes…I am very close too but my vibrator just died.
Cillian: Take it out.
You: I did.
Cillian: Is it very wet?
You: It actually is. The whole shaft. I must be very aroused.
Cillian: I want you to lick it.
You: Seriously?
Cillian: Yeah, do it for me. It’s a big turn on.
You: Alright.
Cillian: Tell me what it tastes like.
You: Like my pussy I would imagine.
Cillian: So it tastes pretty good then.
You: It's not gross. It's very wet.
Cillian: Is your pussy free now?
You: It is.
Cillian: Slide your fingers in?
You: Okay. Here they go.
Cillian: Slide them in and out, nice and deep. Your fingers should be soaking by now.
You: Hmm, fuck I am so wet Cillian.
Cillian: Good. Keep fingering yourself. Hard and deep. Plunge them right in there and then I want you to take your fingers out and suck them for me.
You: So good, but I would much rather lick my juices of your throbbing cock.
Cillian: Your mouth would certainly feel so much better around my cock than my hand does.
You: Tell me what you would be doing if your cock was in my mouth right now.
Cillian: I think I would want to cum in your mouth. It’s so fucking sexy when you swallow my cum.
You: God, I love the taste of your cum. But the problem is that, you cumming in my mouth makes me want your cock even more.
Cillian: Fuck, just the thought of cumming in your mouth is too much Y/N.
You: Are you close?
Cillian: So fucking close.
You: Me too. Oh god…fuck.
****
With those last words, you came in unison, moaning into the phone as you were talking to each other. You were fingering your pussy hard and fast while Cillian was stroking his cock thoroughly, seeking his realise.
‘Jesus I think I made a mess on your bed’ you said, breathing heavily as you came down from your high.
‘I wish I could have seen it’ Cillian gasped, also trying to catch his breath.
‘I will give you your own personal show on Friday’ you then said just before you heard the doorbell ring.
You were worried to open the door, not knowing who it was and Cillian wasn’t expecting anyone.
‘Just go to the door and see who it is. If anyone asks, you are a friend of Denise and I let you stay there’ Cillian suggested while he was staying on the phone, somewhat nervously and curious at the same time.
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thinning thread — jjk
Plot: In the heat of a tumultuous rough path in their marriage, Jungkook is handed their last resort.
Pairing(s): Jungkook x Writer!OC (Name: Belle)
Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+
Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series
Word Count: 2k+
Genre: Marriage!AU
Tags & Warnings: angst, rough marriage, divorce, explicit smut
Authors Note: sorry the reposting has been a little slow, everyone! the end of feb was a little rough but I’ll try to get the fics out as soon as I can.
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Days turned to, weeks turned to months the blanket of home they knitted together now stripped to nothing but a pathetic string. Both of them dangling and swinging on it pretending that the world around them didn’t just crumble beneath their feet. It started with regular fights over the lack of time they spent together; the usual reason most couple would go through a lovers’ spat. Then fights were followed with silent treatments lasting days on end to point where one of them would be out of the house completely.
Paranoia kicked in soon afterwards as Jungkook saw Belle chatting with one of her clients leading to yet another exhausting argument about her supposedly cheating. Jungkook left home that night for three days until he came back without saying a word. Belle spent more nights in her office using a glass of wine to loosen herself up and get some sleep while writing herself to near madness.
Her publishing company even asked her if she was okay after her latest manuscript submission stating it had a lot more disturbing themes than her usual works. Belle simply stated that things changed. Happiness wasn’t a fucking commonality anymore and the themes she wrote now seemed more realistic.
Jungkook spent hours in the gym, punching bags until the skin on his knuckles ripped apart breaking himself down enough to get some damn shut eye. He was getting a lot more complaints from his producers these days saying he had too much of a short fuse nowadays. Which, to prove their point, he ended up snapping and earned himself a break away from sending in anymore songs until he got himself sorted.
Swinging and swinging on this thinning thread, it all dwindled down into one night.
Instead of going back to her office for the night, Belle paid a visit to her lawyer about a set of paperwork that she needed organized. Thankfully the name she made for herself allowed the time to finish all these documents were significantly lessened. The next day after making her request she was able to have the papers in her hand.
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As she walked into the apartment the woman realized how long it had been since she walked into their home at this hour. The twilight sky looked like a painting through the large panned windows, creating a beautiful silhouette of the city buildings. For a moment Belle could have smiled until she heard chain clanging and something thudding.
Jungkook began his attack on what could have been his fifteenth punching bag this fortnight, not caring about the world around him.
She sighed, placing her bag on the kitchen counter before stomping over to the man with her brown envelope in hand. “I need to talk to you.” Belle announced trying to sound louder than the punching bag thudding and clanging.
The man gave the bag one harsh punch before letting out a deep sigh, a droplet of sweat . “I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled immediately causing a rush of fury in her belly.
Belle tightened her jaw her whole body urging to just throw the papers on the floor until he sees it. But she took a long, drawling breath as she walked closer to the male who proceeded to assault his punching bag. “This is important.” She spoke firmly. “Just listen to me for one second.” She pursed her lips when Jungkook finally held onto the punching bag to pause for a moment.
Though the male still glared at her a little making her heart drop.
She remembered when he used to look at her with eyes soft and sparkling. Now all she felt was hate radiating from him. Belle handed the envelope over which he accepted, ripping off the top carelessly before pulling out the papers.
Jungkooks’ brows furrowed when he skimmed through the contents of the document. “What the hell is this?” He fumed.
“Divorce papers.” Belle replied simply.
He tightened his jaw still staring at the words on the pages instead of looking up at her. “I need a pen.” Jungkook muttered quietly before walking past her towards the living room.
Chest clenched tightly but she let out a quick breath before following him along watching him walk towards the sitting area.
Belle’s brows furrowed when she noticed they were walking away from the staircase to the study to get a pen. Instead she saw Jungkook pad towards the couches, to the fireplace sitting in front of them still running to keep the place warm and cozy. Even though the atmosphere was anything but that.
It didn’t take long until finally she saw Jungkook tossing the papers and empty envelope right into the fire. Stammering she watched the flames rise higher before dissipating the documents, their names burned away achingly slow. “Jungkook.” She tried to move past him to grab the remnants of the papers but both her arms were grabbed to keep her in place.
“Are you trying to hurt me now? Huh?” Jungkooks’ eyes burned into hers, hair matted to his glistening forehead.
Belle yanked out of his grasp which made his move his arms but he still stood dangerously close. “Don’t try to make me look like the bad guy here.” She seethed. “We’ve tried to fix this but it’s not working. You didn’t even want to talk to me when I walked into the room.”
“Because I thought you were going to start up another fight which clearly you were.” He gestured harshly towards the fireplace.
“Do you have a better idea?” Her vision grew blurry. “Because I don’t want to wake up another morning feeling like you hate me.” Belle hadn’t spoken about her feelings to the man in a long time. So long that expressing it now made her feel utterly exposed.
“You really think I hate you?” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth. “You really think I’d still be in this apartment because I fucking hated you?”
“When was the last time you told me you loved me then? Hm?” Tears streamed down her face, mascara smudging at the corners of her eyes a little. “When was the last time we actually spoke to each other without yelling or crying?” Belle sobbed out.
“That doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.” He protested, his eyes glistening even in the dimmed warm light. “How did you even think I would sign those papers, huh?”
Belle shrugged weakly, smiling a little sadly. “Maybe you’d be happier without me.”
His eyes twitched as he pursed his lips together tightly. “Would you be happier without me?”
Her heart felt tired at this point tightening around itself as if trying to push out all the hurt or keep it all in. Happiness wasn’t a commonality for sure. But would it be any better if she couldn’t see him altogether? Spending years thinking of what could have happened if they just—kept holding onto that thread?
Without uttering a single word, Belle merely shook her head. In a second she was reminded at how well Jungkook still was at knowing what she needed right at that moment.
A small tear escaping down his cheek, Jungkook grabbed her by her cheeks and pressed a warm kiss against her lips. He could taste a saltiness on her dampened lips before his hands trailed down, wrapping them around her waist to cancel out any distance between them. He was fucking done being so far away from his baby, unable to touch her because they were too stubborn to say sorry. With a swift motion he picked her up and impatiently pressed her down against the fluffy rug.
Belle pulled at her scarf which was quickly pushed away and her cardigan lay as a blanket underneath. Fingers hooked on the hem of his cold T-shirt before pulling it over his head and discarding no one cared where. She felt his nails firmly graze up her thigh, hooking onto her panties and pulling it down only one of her thighs roughly. The thin piece of clothing dangling on her left ankle as Jungkook devoured her lips not wanting to unlock their tongues dancing.
His bulging shorts rubbed against her bare core making her moan against his lips. Jungkooks’ still wrapped hand pulled at her hair to press her further down on the floor. He watched her mouth part, small gasp passing through as his hips rubbed against her pooling core. “Look at me.” He spoke in a raspy voice, lust blown and glossy eyes piercing into her. “I want you to look at me.” He whispered, forehead pressing together as he carelessly pushed down his shorts to let his desperate cock free.
Belle felt his thick, wet tip rub up and down her sleek heat, walls already clenching to a get an aching taste of him inside her again. “Please—” A choked scream broke out of her when the man slammed into her. Her pussy swallowed up every inch of his cock, aching a little after being long-deprived from the stretch. She kept her gaze did not waiver however watching him contort his face in pleasure.
Jungkook could barely hear himself think after feeling his whole member hugged by that familiar heat. So deliciously tight and warm, he could stay like this forever if he could. “Fuck I missed you.” He whispered, hot breath hitting her face before he kissed her again, sighing in relief as he began thrusting into her. Every snap of his hips hit hard and deep wanting to make his movements embedded in their minds so they forget just how fucking good they felt together.
She grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life, legs spread out welcomingly for him to destroy her desperate heat. All her long hibernated nerves now jolted awake by the beautiful friction between them, electrifying her body.
He pulled apart the front of her dress, a few buttons flying off but Belle couldn’t care less. Neither of them could. This was the closest they had been in months. Nothing was going to stop them from spewing out all their bottled frustrations.
Belle felt his hot mouth press wet kisses on the curve of her breast, teeth grazing against the tender skin making her smile in bliss. Fingers gripped at the roots of his slightly damp hair reaching down to kiss his head. A gasp caught in her throat when he thrusted into her faster pushing to the limits of her release but she pushed him away.
“What’s wrong?” He breathed out staring at her confused but he quickly saw what she wanted.
Belle pushed on his chest to make him lie on his back before straddling him, the panties on her ankle slid away. She raised herself over his erect cock and slowly let her core devour him again causing a small groan under Jungkooks’ throat. His hands instinctively moved under the skirt of her dress, squeezing her bottom. Still her eyes fixated on him as her hips swayed, feeling his tip rub against her sweet spot making her legs melt.
She moved her hands to where his were and Jungkook immediately intertwined their fingers together. Belle carefully unwrapped the black cloth around his knuckles as the male sat up now, wanting to feel her closer.
Pressing a small kisses on his healing wounds, she quickened her pace.
Jungkook grabbed the back of her neck and intoxicated her with another kiss while his other hand guided her hips.
Belle held onto his shoulders now and bounced on his cock, the sheer pressure against her sweet spot could throw her over the edge in minutes. Arms wrapped around him as her teeth sunk into his skin, muffling her moans. Fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head, lips pressing messy kisses on his neck and cheek. “I love you.” She whispered in his ear.
The male grabbed the side of her neck again forcing her to meet his gaze. Thumb brushed the corner of her teary eyes, mascara smudging across her temple on his finger pad. Lips were barely hovering one another as Belle slowed her thrusts. “I love you too.” He sighed out the words, grabbing bits of her hair before pressing on her warm lips. “I love you so much.” His latter words were mumbled but Belle still heard them.
A small sob shook through her seeing that warmth again. One she hadn’t seen it in so long that it almost felt like dream but Jungkooks’ hands on her skin reminded her it wasn’t. This was all real.
Jungkook turned her around to lay on her stomach, legs straightened out and spread so he could sneak in between. His cock slid in on its own at this point with how fucked out her heat was and he didn’t waste a single second longer to continue the pace. He leaned into her, kisses lain on her shoulder and sweet words whispered in her ear.
He intertwined his fingers with a hand and Belle hugged it closer, his sweaty torso pressed firmly against her back as the onslaught of thrusts began. It was slow but it dug deep into her core and steadily patterned. Her belly pressed against the floor made it all the more easier to rub against her sweet spot and create some friction against her clit.
“Don’t stop.” She whispered giving Jungkook even more determination to torture her core with incessant pounding. Warmth gathered around her leaking heat and pleasure tickled under the skin of her thighs causing her moans to shake.
Jungkook drilled into her, his own moans melting with her as his climax now flooded his entire form, his hand gripping onto hers like it was a part of him.
Belle cried out, trying to muffle the pitch by pressing her lips against the back of his hand. The heated release making her legs shake under him uncontrollably. Cheek pressed against the rug now, she bit down her bottom lip, tears still flowing out of her from the force of her orgasm mixed with everything else.
He filled her up with his release uttering the most delicious whimpers and moan before kissing her cheek softly. “You okay, baby?” Jungkook whispered, caressing her tear stain cheek.
Belle smiled quickly, nodding even though fresh tears still fell turning to face him properly. “I’m glad you didn’t sign it.” She giggled through her light sobs.
Jungkook chuckled leaning in and lay a soft kiss on her salty lips. “I’d never leave you, baby.”
“Promise?” She asked in a whisper.
“Promise.”
Another thread now knitted with the one they had been dangling on, making them that tiny bit stronger than they were yesterday.
#jungkook#thebtswritersclub#jungkook imagines#bts imagines#jungkook fanfic#bts fanfic#jungkook fanfiction#bts fanfiction#husband jungkook#marriage au#bts marriage au
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𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬 | 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧
I just love writing a jealous Omi. Guess which idols am I going to feature?
warning (s): may contain some suggestive themes, fluff
Enjoy~!
Sakusa Kiyoomi
It was a secret to your colleagues and your boyfriend that you are an idol fan.
Your whole apartment was like a museum, neatly decorated, and your idols' merchandise and albums display neatly.
Since your boyfriend has never been to your apartment, he never knew about your hobby.
You and Sakusa have been dating for two years, and he was curious about your apartment.
He literally bugged you for weeks to hang out at your place, and finally, you gave in.
It was too much effort to take down everything, and sooner or later, he will find out.
You cook up some cold soba noodles since it was summer and warm.
Then you realise something, there were only two pictures of you two together—one at your high school graduation and your university graduation.
You two do have a lot of photos, but you haven't printed out and framed them.
While you were having a mental breakdown, the doorbell rang loud and clear.
You took a deep breath and went to get the door.
He lowered his mask and greeted you with a kiss on the lips, and you let him in.
Your apartment was clean and neat, then he saw the idols on the shelves and the different pictures of you in concerts.
You blushed as he silently checks out your house.
You pulled him aside to the dining table to have dinner first.
He stares at you, and you stared back until one of you snapped and begin eating in silence.
You knew that he was jealous because the corner of his lips was slightly frowning, and he was unconsciously pouting.
You tried to hold his hand, but he moves his hand away.
Oh, my, he is really jealous.
Sakusa Kiyoomi is jealous of idols.
You cleared the table, and he stood by your side silently as you washed up the dishes.
You sighed and pulls him to the sofa.
He pulls you to his lap and buried his face into the crook of your neck.
"Are you dating them or me? Hmm? All I see is BTS. Where's your MSBY merchandise?" He pouts against your neck.
"I don't have any! They sold out before I can get them!" He lifted up his head and stares at you with a blank expression.
"How come you can get BTS merchandise? I know they sell out faster than us." You opened your mouth to retort, but you were guilty of putting BTS merch release before your boyfriend.
"Omi, I'm sorry for not buying for your merch, but at least I have two of your jersey!" You tried, but he is not buying it at all. The two jerseys that you have is because he gave them to you.
He sighed, and you cup his face to make him face you.
"Baby, stop pouting. I chose you, and I love you. They are just idols that I admired and enjoy their music. I chose you as my person, and you are my world." You reassured him, and he leans forward to capture your lips into a kiss.
He sneakily reached his hands underneath your shirt and runs his fingers over your bare waist.
You pull away first, slightly panting, and he continues to kisses your neck.
"O-Omi, r-room. On the right." He carried you into his room, and after what you guys did, you may need to take sick leave the next day.
Atsumu raised a brow at Sakusa's request to the team manager. He wanted his merchandise and say charged it to his account.
Then he spotted those light love bites that scatter across Sakusa's neck and his chest when he changed into the training clothes. Atsumu knew that Sakusa got some last night.
"Oh, did somethin' good happened last night?" Atsumu wriggled his brows at him, which just earned a smack on his back by Sakusa.
Something good did happen last night, and it was evident on his body.
He also needed those MSBY merchandise delivered to your place ASAP.
Oh my, this was kind of hmm, hot. I don't think that this is considered smut, so I'm not going to tag it smut. I hope you guys enjoyed this and I'll see you guys in the next headcanon~!
Stay safe and healthy!
With love,
Rosalie🍓
#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa kiyoomi headcanons#sakusa scenarios#sakusa hcs#msby sakusa#sakusa x y/n#sakusa x reader#sakusa fluff#haikyuu!!#sakusa x you#haikyuu headcanons#msby fluff#msby headcanons#sakusa headcanons
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The Soup Incident [Episode 22]
Random Jin Guy:
hey u know ur sister
WWX:
everyone's mom?
best person in the world?
beset by terminal heterosexuality?
rings a bell
LWJ:
i'm sure this is more important than a war
Random Jin Guy:
something happened with j
WWX: [overrunning other line]
I MUST GO
MY MEDDLING IS REQUIRED
Random Nie Guy:
oop there he go
LWJ:
wow this sounds serious
WWX:
what horrors will i find
what trauma will this compound
what cruelty will i be met with
also how did i know exactly where to go
WWX:
OH.
YOU.
JZX:
gross
JYL:
oh an audience
perfect
i'm sure this will de-escalate things
WWX:
can we solve this with castration?
tell me we can
JYL:
no thanks i'd still like the option
if it's all the same to u
WWX:
it's not
let me remove his body parts
JZX:
like i'd let u near me
u classless hellion
JYL:
listen
life hasn't been like the greatest lately
had a lot of shitty carriage rides
i'd like things to chill out
and by things i mean namely u in this moment
can we go now pls
i have an appointment to cry into my pillow that i'm missing
WWX:
omg noooo
i'll behave
i'm here to support u
i'll be impartial
JYL:
i don't believe that for a single second tho hun
WWX:
impartial to how mUCH BLOOD I'M GONNA GET EVERYWHERE
HOW IS IT EVERY TIME I SEE UR STUPID FACE I HATE U MORE
fuck u
u piece o shit
JYL:
and there it is
JZX:
[angry sleeve flap of disdainful eloquence]
WWX:
wtf
JYL:
yeah he's good at those
JYL:
honey ur not helping urself here
he beat the shit out of u BEFORE he marinated in dark energy for 3 months
pls use ur words
and ur brain
WWX:
WAT DID UR SLEEVE SAY TO ME BITCH
JYL:
can we just go pls
i like to not be reminded of exactly how much stupid i willingly allow into my life
WWX:
but shijie
M U R D E R
JYL:
inexplicably i still want to marry him
so no thank u
JZX:
oh look mianmian's here
MM:
u fuckin bet i am
u dipshit
WWX:
wtaf is wrong with him
MM:
ok listen
LISTEN
i know
i feel u
trust me
JZX:
time to return to the arrogance corner
WWX:
UR YOUNG MASTER'S A BITCH
JYL:
a-xian n o
MM:
no he totally is
u right
JYL:
well then he's MY bitch :(
MM:
why do i bother to stay up late to practice conversations with u if u don't bother to try
all that time wasted
am i supposed to cover for u now?
JZX:
bold of u to assume u can
but go for it
still don't know why tf ur all here
just wanna eat my soup
WWX:
HEY I HAVE A FUN GAME
IT'S CALLED HOW MUCH OF CHENQING CAN WE FIT INTO JIN ZIXUAN
quick someone pick an orifice
JYL:
gross
MM:
tempting
LWJ:
oh hey i'm here now
i walk slow
oh shit
the nice jiang is crying
who would hurt the nice jiang?
MM:
ok so u know how ur sister makes soup?
JYL:
i never really stop
it's a little pathological at this point
maybe i should talk to someone...
LWJ:
oh
more heterosexual antics
wei ying's achilles heel
best wait outside
thank god Xichen is mostly functional
and gay as the day is long
MM:
so she makes soup right?
2 goes to you chuckleheads and the third goes to
emporer perpetual foot-in-mouth over here
JZX:
[buffering]
MM:
jfc why do i even try
WWX:
DID HE INSULT UR S O U P ?!
JYL:
sorta
i am soup and soup is me
MM:
so anyway
JZX: [overrunning previous line]
HOLD UP
I THOUGHT RANDOM SERVANT NUMBER 62 BROUGHT ME THE SOUP THAT'S NATIVE TO YUNGMENG WHERE MY EX-FIANCE GREW UP
WWX:
ur in love with an idiot
JYL:
i'm in love with an idiot
MM:
I STG UR HEAD IS FILLED WITH JUST HAIRBALLS AND LINT
HOW ARE U STILL BREATHING
MM:
SHE MAKES SOUP.
SHE'S THE SOUP LADY.
ASK PEOPLE WHAT THEY THINK OF WHEN U SAY YANLI AND THEY'LL SAY KINDNESS.
A N D S O U P .
and her murder-brothers
but that's not the point rn
JZX:
...u made me soup
MM:
i'm so fucking sorry pls marry him
i need a competent woman to hang around with
i'm getting dumber by the day
WWX:
seriously
this guy
u love this guy?
JYL:
xianxian pls
romantic idiocy runs in our family
it's practically traditional
JYL:
i mean...yes
i have 2 coping mechanisms; soup and crying
neither of them are working rn tho
help
i don't unlock righteous fury until level 25
JZX:
wow she made me soup
WWX:
of course she made u soup u human inner-thigh chafe
show us the flashback mianmian
MM: [off screen]
oh yeah that
roll the tape jeeves
[ENTER FLASHBACK]
JYL:
i made u soup bb
JZX:
ur not servant number 62 go fuck urself
JYL:
wut
[END FLASHBACK]
WWX:
NO FURTHER QUESTIONS UR HONOR
Random Jin Guy Who Brought Wuxian:
perhaps this was a [cursive writing] Mistake™
JZX:
ouchie
i can twirly fight countless puppets
can't dodge a punch of the life of me
cultivation jesus that's gonna leave a mark
JYL:
GOD I WISH THIS WAS MORE CATHARTIC
how does this always happen?
who raised this kid?
oh right me
Group of Random Jin Guards:
we are all well intentioned but
ultimately expendable extras
fear us
Random Jin Guard:
UNHAND HIM FIEND
WWX:
cool imma write u a song
it's called Don't Care Didn't Ask
Gonna Kill Everyone In This Tent Over Soup
in b flat
tootly toot here comes the murder flute
Random Jin Guards attacked by resentful energy:
[keyboard smash]
LWJ:
wait hold on
that's his shit starting music
has shit been started??
wEi YiNg
WWX:
are u prepared for the journey i'm about to send u on little man
JZX:
i'm actually good here thanks
[unintelligible teenage screaming]
MM:
HEY LISTEN
U CAN'T DO THAT
MURDER IS BAD and i still like him
i sympathize but like...u can't
WWX:
the semi corporeal black smoke demons that sublet my soul tell me that it's fine sooo
JYL:
a-xian if u kill him now i will have put up with so much bs for n o t h i n g
LWJ:
take a deep breath
us ur words
what in the actual hell is going on
WWX:
fuck u ur not my therapist
LWJ:
u do not have a therapist
never has someone so clearly NOT had a therapist
except maybe jiang cheng
WWX:
SOUP MURDER IS GOING ON
LWJ:
wut
JYL:
pls understand it's just as dumb as you think
LWJ:
...
i refuse to let soup related crimes of passion be something my future husband is known for
u stop that
WWX:
THEN I'M LEAVING
LWJ:
wow
JYL:
we're both in love with idiots
JZX:
am i still gonna keep getting soup?
[this is a thing i do sometimes so if you would like to see more...]
Scene suggested by @nagisachan1!! (I’m so sorry I forgot to tag/credit you when I posted this!)
#my stuff#cql crack#has the word soup lost its meaning for anyone else yet?#the transcript for this is saved under 'i'm at soup.docx'#brief summary#not so brief#oh well#I swear i'm working on the episode 4 one it's giving me HASSLES#please ignore the fact that I spelled emperor wrong i do that about half the time anyway#my edit
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A very happy birthday month to you! I’m a fan of your Stony fics. If you’re still taking prompts, could you do one with a Las Vegas backdrop? Maybe Steve’s first time there with Tony for some reason? I was supposed to have my first trip there ever but Covid cancelled it. Maybe at least they can have a happy ending there. 🙂
Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying the Stony fics!
So sorry your Las Vegas trip was cancelled, that’s really awful. I sort of went to Vegas once (it was a layover in the airport). The only thing I remember about the whole thing was the 5 bajillion slot machines in the airport terminals
Since I know so little about Vegas, I ended up going with the getting married in Vegas trope instead of something about the casinos. I also hope you don’t mind that I used this for my bingo square, but I saw the happy ending part in your ask and got inspired for my happily ever after square (details below the cut)
Here’s to Las Vegas
The day after Steve gets married, he wakes up in a Las Vegas hotel with a ring on his finger and Tony Stark snuggled up beside him.
Most days, Steve wakes up the second his alarm goes off, alert and ready for his run. This day, however, he drifts into wakefulness slowly, comfortably lying on his back. He’s warm and there’s a heavy weight on his stomach and chest, pressing him down into sheets that feel so much nicer on his bare skin than the ones he has at home. That’s the second thing he notices: he’s not wearing any clothes, not even the boxer-briefs he normally wears in lieu of pajamas. And the third thing he notices is that there’s something soft tickling his chin.
He slowly blinks his eyes open. He’s somewhere with high vaulted ceilings and an expensive-looking chandelier, which means it’s not Tony’s place (he thinks chandeliers are tacky) and it’s definitely not Steve’s (he can’t afford a chandelier). Whatever it is on his chest shifts and Steve looks down. Tony is draped across him, the top of his head tucked under Steve’s chin, their arms and legs tangled together. He’s breathing deep and even, still asleep even though sunlight is pouring through the window.
Steve smiles at the sight and raises his head enough to kiss Tony’s curls. He doesn’t often get to wake up with Tony. Steve lives in Brooklyn and Tony lives in Manhattan and they’re both so busy—Tony with SI’s R&D and Steve with his teaching—that they decided early on in their relationship that spending every single night together was a bad idea because one of them would always end up late to work. So this makes for a nice change.
Tony stirs, inhaling deeply. Steve brings his hand up to stroke over Tony’s hair, the way he likes it when they both have a rare day when neither of them have to be anywhere so they can spend the night. That’s when he sees it.
The ring.
The one that’s sitting on the ring finger of his left hand, exactly where it should be—except he’s not supposed to be wearing it for another week.
In the sleepy haze of waking up, he’d forgotten what they’d done last night but the memories are filtering in. Flashes of Tony excitedly talking him into finding a chapel and wrangling a couple witnesses from off the street and filing the marriage license a whole week early because both of them were more than tired of the wedding planning, the swell of emotions he’d felt at hearing Tony declared his husband and sweeping Tony off his feet and back to their hotel, kissing the whole way and probably scandalizing their Uber driver.
He groans and tips his head back against the pillows. Tony makes a low sound and yawns widely before slowly opening his eyes. He looks a little like an adorable kitten and Steve can’t resist kissing the top of his head again.
“Wuzzgoinon?” Tony mumbles sleepily.
“What’s going on,” Steve says, “is that your mother is going to kill us. No, she’s going to kill me, because you’re her darling angel who can do no wrong and she’s never once thought I’m good enough for you.”
“No, you’re better,” Tony says around another yawn. “Why is my mama going to kill you?”
Steve picks up Tony’s left hand and waves it in front of his face. Tony goes cross-eyed trying to make out what’s different about his hand. “Oh,” he says eventually and lays his head back down on Steve’s chest.
“Oh?” Steve asks. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
“If Mama didn’t want us to elope, she shouldn’t have sent us to Vegas by ourselves to pick up the rings,” Tony says, as though he’s pointing out something reasonable, even though this is the most absurd thing that’s ever happened in Steve’s entire life—and his best friends are Bucky and Sam. Those two are the very definition of absurd. “Everyone knows what happens in Vegas.”
“This is your fault,” Steve informs him. “If you hadn’t insisted on this particular jeweler—”
“Hmm maybe I was planning this,” Tony hums, closing his eyes again.
And that’s… that’s actually entirely possible. Ever since they got engaged, Tony has been complaining about the big white wedding Mrs. Stark wants them to have and threatening to steal Steve away to the courthouse to elope. Steve had thought he’d calmed down about the whole affair after Mrs. Stark’s tearful outburst about her just wanting her baby to have the perfect wedding (Tony is nothing if not his mama’s boy), but maybe he’d been planning on this instead. He had thought it odd when Tony had insisted on a small-name jeweler in Las Vegas who wouldn’t ship to New York, thereby forcing them to travel to pick up the rings, but if Tony had been planning this all along…
“Did you?” he asks before he can stop himself.
Tony stares up at him for a long moment, blinking. Then he dryly says, “Yes, Steve. I, who has never made a decision that wasn’t impulsive even once in my entire life, somehow managed to both plan out a trip to Vegas to get married and keep it a secret from the love of my life who knows everything I’m thinking before even I know it.”
“Well, when you put it like that,” Steve says, grinning at him. What they’ve just done hits him and he laughs giddily. He sits up, pulling Tony up with him to give him a closed-mouthed good morning kiss. “We’re married.”
Tony smiles happily and kisses him again. “Yeah, we are. Good morning, Mr. Stark-Rogers.”
He likes the sound of that. He really likes the sound of that. Another kiss. “What are we going to tell everyone?” he asks.
“Hmm. How about we got so caught up in the thrill of picking up the rings that we abandoned all reason and got married here? It’s not like the big white wedding my mama wants even really matters in the grand scheme of things. It’s the marriage license that counts.”
“She’s still going to want it.”
“Undoubtedly. And we’ll give it to her. But this is nice, isn’t it?” Tony peers up at him anxiously. “No fuss, no caterers with ten different meal plans for all the restrictions, no Great-Auntie Mildred who shouts for the minister to speak louder. No stress at all.”
Steve leans back against the headboard, thinking about it. Tony’s right. They dealt with a lot less stress by getting married this way. But it isn’t just Great-Auntie Mildred that they left behind, it’s their friends too. It’s hard to know how he feels about that.
But then he starts thinking about the wedding picture the photographer had handed them before they left the chapel last night. Steve had tucked it into his wallet for safekeeping, and he reaches over to the bedside table to grab it, pulling the photo out so he can look at it. It’s a picture of their kiss. They’re holding onto each other so tight he’s not sure a piece of paper would fit between them, smiling so broadly that it’s barely a kiss at all. And he thinks about the engagement pictures Mrs. Stark had sent out in the announcement and wedding invitations: poised and perfect and not a smile to be seen anywhere.
“Yeah,” he says eventually, pulling Tony against his chest. Tony snuggles in, warm and beautiful and all Steve’s. “This was pretty damn perfect.”
Tony sighs contentedly and presses a kiss right over Steve’s heart. “Good.”
“But your mother’s still going to kill me.”
“We just won’t tell her,” Tony replies dismissively. “We’ll get married again and we won’t have to worry about the wedding because we’ll know we’re already married.”
“She’s going to notice the rings.”
“Not if we spend the whole week here.”
Steve stills. He hadn’t thought of that. It would solve a lot of problems, not least that Mrs. Stark would finally have free reign to do whatever she wanted with the wedding without any input from either of them. She was doing anyway, but at least now, they don’t have to hear about how their small family affair has turned into the society event of the year.
Tony continues in a wheedling voice, “Call out all our friends, treat it like an extended bachelor party—or our first honeymoon, take your pick.”
Steve stops him right there with another kiss, lingering this time. “And what are we going to do on our first honeymoon?”
“Blow all our money on slot machines. Count cards at the poker table. Go see some really truly ridiculous shows,” Tony says with a shrug. “What everyone does when they’re in Vegas.”
“Hmm somehow I don’t think counting cards is what everyone does.”
“I suppose everyone didn’t grow up with Ana Jarvis,” Tony muses. Steve laughs because it’s true. Howard might think that Tony is a troublemaker all on his own, but everyone knows that Tony learned it from the best.
He’s distracted out of his thoughts by Tony picking up his hand and gently kissing his wedding ring. “It’s the first day of the rest of our lives, darling,” Tony murmurs. “We can do whatever we want.”
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Title of Fill: Here's to Las Vegas
Collaborator: iam93percentstardust
Card Number: 4012
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29676711
Square Filled: A3 - Free Square
Ship/Main Pairing: Stevetony
Rating: T
Major Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Established Relationship, Fluff, Marriage
Summary: The day after Steve gets married, he wakes up in a Las Vegas hotel with a ring on his finger and Tony Stark snuggled up beside him.
Word Count: 1558
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"....So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 3*
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The next morning
As soon as you dropped Kylie at daycare and Maggie at school, you headed to work. You worked as an executive at an advertising company, so it gave you a lot of freedom to work from home. Really helped the whole "single mom" thing.
But today you had to go into the office for a meeting, and you were dreading it. The one day you could really use to yourself, you had to go and be around people, pretending to be okay. This was going to be hell.
During your meeting, you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. You immediately went for it, thinking maybe by some miracle Rafael had figured out a solution super fast. But to your horror, it was a text from Billy.
LUNCH?
Oh god. He knew didn't he? He knew everything. There was no way in hell he was getting you alone in your house right now. You quickly texted him back discreetly.
I'M AT THE OFFICE TODAY.
*BUZZ*
THAT'S HALFWAY TO THE CITY. COME ON, I PROMISE I'LL HAVE YOU BACK IN TIME TO PICK UP THE GIRLS.
Was he serious? He wanted you to meet him in the City? Closer to Rafael? What kind of game was he playing? Well, at least you'd be in a public place. He couldn't murder you in front of an audience. And he promised you could pick up the girls, surely he was just going to let you leave after lunch. Right? While you were thinking it over, your phone went off again.
MY TREAT
His treat? Well, that would be a first. Sure he took care of them when they were married, but since their divorce he hadn't offered up a penny more than his legally obligated alimony and child support.
"Miss Y/N, do you have somewhere better to be?" Your boss interrupted your thoughts, you noticed that the whole boardroom was staring at you.
"No sir, sorry sir," You shook your head as you typed a quick OK back to Billy before shoving your phone back into your pocket.
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After your meeting you headed to the restaurant address Billy texted you. You sat in your Uber running your fingers nervously through your hair and checking your makeup. Though you really weren’t sure why-- Billy wasn’t the cute harmless man you fell in love with anymore, you had to remember that. No matter how much his smile made your knees weak.
You walked into the restaurant to see Billy already at a table. He smiled and waved at you, you walked towards him and joined him.
“Hey, sweetie,” He went for a hug, but you went for the handshake.
“Hey, Billy,” You nodded as you sat down across from him. “So, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” He kept that hundred watt smile focused on you, you felt yourself blush.
“Okay?” You tried to act nonchalant as you picked up a menu and browsed it.
“Yeah, you know after I found out you were with that animal, Barba,” He picked up his own menu and began to peruse it. You were glad he wasn’t looking at you in that moment because as soon as he called Barba the animal as opposed to himself, your fists clenched.
“Oh? Yeah it was no big deal…” You tried to keep your voice calm.
“So what did he say about me?”
“N-Nothing, I kicked him out as soon as I hung up on you, Billy,” You glanced up at him. You weren’t lying, you did kick him out right after you hung up. And it was the biggest mistake in the world.
“Really?” He looked genuinely surprised, but elated. “You just believed me over him, just like that?”
“Well, of course Billy,” You nodded as you put the menu down. “You’re the father of my children, I’ve known you for almost a decade. I...loved you,” You gulped as you sipped the courtesy water. You didn’t know if it was a great idea to toss that in, but you figured you needed to throw him as far off the scent as you could.
“...Loved?” Billy asked curiously.
Shit. Abort Abort.
“I mean, I’ll always care about you Billy,” You put a hand over his, giving him the sweetest smile you could manage.
“And Barba?” He gripped your hand a little tighter. “Do you love him?”
Shit. Alright, stay calm.
“I thought I might,” You nodded sadly. “Before you told me what a...monster, he is,” You hated even saying the words, but he needed to buy what you were selling.
“Oh, honey,” Billy gave you a sympathetic smile. “You know that’s what I’ve always loved about you. Always so trusting, and loyal...those are really great qualities in a woman,”
“...Thank you?” You sounded offended.
“Gosh,” He chuckled. “You know I am starting to forget why we even broke up,”
Oh God.
“B-Because you were always working, and you thought it would be unfair to keep going like we were going on the kids, and me,” You reminded him.
“I did say that, didn’t I?” He half laughed. “Gosh, you know I think I...I really messed that up,”
“...What?” You nearly choked on your drink.
“I think I made a huge mistake, choosing my...work, over you and the girls,” He gave you a genuinely apologetic smile.
“Oh, Billy you--” You tried to dissuade him, but he wasn't having it.
“No, you know what Y/N having the girls this past summer, it reminded me how much they mean to me. How much you, mean to me,” He took your other hand in his so he was holding them both now.
“But you know what? No more. Screw my job, I’m choosing my family this time,” He gave you the most loving smile and look you’d ever seen on him. You were starting to be even more confused than ever.
“...R-Really?” You blinked in disbelief. “You’d just...give up, your...job, for us?”
“Yes, I would babe,” He nodded, rubbing the back of your palms with his thumbs.
Suddenly, you remembered what kind of “job” he actually had. How could you get out of this? What would make sense? Wait, a thought occurred to you.
“...No,” You removed your hands from his.
“....No?” He repeated, his tone shifting. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, I’m not going to let you back into our lives, back into the girl’s lives. Get their hopes up that we can be a happy family again, and then you just take off again when you start itching to get back to work!”
“....Itching?” His nostrils flared. “Is there a reason you used that...specific phrase, Y/N?”
“No, it’s a term, Billy. Look it up,” You were getting more brazen, knowing you had a crowd of eyes around you. He wouldn’t try anything.
“You sure that’s not a certain lawyer talking, sweetheart?” He didn’t let up.
“....How do you know him, anyway Billy?” You suddenly changed the subject.
“Excuse me?” Now it was his turn to blink in disbelief.
“You knew him, when you called me,” You reminded him.
“Well yeah babe, I know he’s a--”
“A monster,” You finished.
“Yeah, I told you--”
“But, how would you know that?” You asked again.
“What?”
“He’s a prosecutor, Billy. You’re a...whatever it is you are,” You crossed your arms. “So how, do you know him?”
“Because….” You saw the wheels turning in Billy’s head. “Because he and the NYPD set me up!”
“They set you up?” You asked curiously.
“Yeah,” He sniffed and rubbed his nose as the waitress came and took your orders. He eyed her nervously as she wrote down your requests and left the table once more.
“You gonna elaborate?”
“Look right before I met you, I was living in the city,” He sighed, starting his story. “And I was on a harmless jog in Central Park, and these tourist girls got spooked and this bitch detective brought me in, started getting her whole squad zoned in on me for some reason, including your man Barba,”
“Just for no reason?” You gave him a look.
“Yes!” He pounded the table, causing some stares. He took a deep breath, and repeated himself. “Yes, babe,”
“Uh huh,” You nodded as the waitress brought your drinks. It was only lunch but you had ordered a martini, you needed it to get through this.
“Look I thought you said you believed me,” Billy’s eyes narrowed. “...Or was that a bunch of bullshit?”
“N-No,” You suddenly sat straight up, remembering you needed to keep up your act.
“I’m just trying to understand the whole situation, baby boy,” You threw your old nickname at him to diffuse the situation.
“Right…” He licked his lips with a smile as the waitress came and sat the food down in front of each of you.
“Anyway, babe they set up this whole thing. They went on a vendetta against me, I swear to God. They-- they started pulling all these records of me from places I lived, trying to pin me to something, anything. And then their Captain…” He stopped and chuckled, but not his normal chuckle. This was more...sinister, darker.
“She just had this...thing, for me,” He smiled as he remembered her, the “Good times” they had. “She begged me to spend this bender weekend with me and when things didn’t go her way, she tried to say I ‘kidnapped’ her, raped her, did all this nasty stuff to her,”
“....Why would she make that up?” You took a bite of your food. He was just spilling all of this information without you even prying, this seemed too easy.
“Because she’s a BITCH, that’s why!” He suddenly yelled again and pounded the table, more people turned to stare this time before he quickly got himself together once more.
“Billy, I’ve never seen you like this,” Your voice shook as you spoke.
“I’m--I’m sorry, Y/N,” He blinked back tears. “They just...they put me through hell,” He began to show you scars on his face and pointed to his ear. “She...when we went on our little bender, she got so hopped on pills and booze that she beat me within an inch of my life,”
Your hand went over your mouth as you saw his injuries for the first time. You put your other hand and traced the scar, tears in your eyes. He couldn’t have just faked those scars, there was no way for him to know you’d start questioning him like you had.
Maybe...maybe he was telling the truth. You had just taken Rafael at his word, and those articles at theirs. Stories could always be spun, and if it made the NYPD look good, that would make the best story, right?
“Billy…” You wiped his cheek with your thumb, tears were spilling down them. “I am so, so sorry…”
“It’s fine,” He sniffed, wiping snot from his nose as he pulled himself together. “I just...I just want to move on,”
“Yeah…” You nodded, patting his cheek gently with a small smile.
“So, will you let me come home?” He asked you with a sad smile.
“I…” You looked down at the table, mulling everything over. You really, really didn’t want to believe Rafael had been the liar here, just covering up for his best friend.
But...Billy seemed genuine, you had known him so much longer than any of them, maybe you knew him better than they did. You knew he was the wrong guy they should have tried to send away, maybe he was just the victim of their dirty captain. But the whole…”job” aspect, you weren’t sure of. You still didn’t know what he did, and why he had been gone all the time. Rafael’s explanation seemed logical.
“...I’ll think about it,” You looked at him with a small smile.
“You’ll think about it?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“Billy, you really hurt me,” You felt tears come to your throat. “You have to know that,”
“I know, babe…” He gave you a sad smile back, taking your hands again. “I get it, I have to earn your trust again,”
“Yes,” You nodded, glad he wasn’t going to press it. He nodded and looked at the table for a moment, then looked up at you with that smile of his.
“...You know, if you want the afternoon off honey, I can pick up the girls,” He offered.
“E-Exucse me?”
“You want to go see Barba, don’t you?” He was now smirking. “You want to verify what I’m saying, right?”
“I...um…”
“Go for it darling, that’s how confident I am you’ll make the right decision,” He encouraged you.
“...Right,” You nodded, downing the rest of your martini. “And if I don’t, you’ll have the girls as leverage,”
“Aww now Y/N…” He kept his smirk, it seemed more evil now when you looked at it. “I won’t need leverage, will I?”
“....No,” You gulped. You didn’t entirely trust him now, but you weren’t about to turn down a chance to see Rafael. Besides, if what he said was true, Billy would never harm the girls.
“Good then, so we’ll see you at home?”
“Sounds good,” You nodded as Billy laid down his card on the check. You got up and headed to the door, dialing Rafael’s number. You remembered that he had said not to contact him first, so you thought you’d do him one better.
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Rafael was in his office putting together his opening argument when you knocked on his office door.
“Come in,” He said nonchalantly, thinking it would be his assistant with a memo.
He glanced up from his desk as the door opened and dropped his pen when he saw you. He blinked a few times, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating as he stood up from his chair and approached you slowly.
“....Y/N? What are you--?”
“Shut up,” You cut him off with your words before catching his lips in yours in a hungry, aggressive kiss.
You didn’t care what Billy had said, or what events led up to right now. You just knew at that moment you needed Rafael. And you took him, no regrets. You two spent several seconds just kissing and drinking each other up, hands roaming all over each other’s bodies.
You’d think you two had been separated for months, not barely 24 hours. But you both had been sure it would be ages, maybe ever before you saw each other again, and like you had said before you’d never been out of each other’s lives for more than a day since the day you met. Fine, maybe you were a little overdramatic.
“What are you doing here, tonta?!” He suddenly broke apart from you and chastised you. “I told you, it’s too--”
“Billy sent me,” You simply said, breathless from the kissing.
“...’Billy’, sent you?” His eyes narrowed. “And why exactly did Billy send you?”
“...We need to talk,” You bit your lip nervously. “But...but I just...I just want us to be us, for a little bit longer,”
“...A little bit longer?” Rafael’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t like the sound of that one bit.
“Just...please, Rafa?” You begged him, your doe eyes wet with tears. You knew what you were about to have to do, and you just wanted to be happy for a few more minutes.
“...Bueno,” Rafael sighed, before he grabbed you by your waist and carried you over to his couch, before resuming making out with you like two teenagers.
He didn’t like the sound of where this was going, but he knew he wanted to put it off as long as possible. And he had missed you like crazy, even if it had just been 12 hours. He loved you so much, and so fast, it scared him.
You didn't know what you were going to say to Rafael once his tongue was out of your mouth, but right now you didn't care. You just wanted this to go on forever---
And then there was a knock at the door.
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Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn
Rating: E
Fandom: Big Shot
Pairing: Marvyn Korn/Holly Barrett
Word Count: 7900
Tags: 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Only One Bed, Sharing a Bed, PWP, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Post S1
Summary: Away at a team camp, Holly and Marvyn have to share a hotel room.
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It was a 2-hour bus ride to Westmont College. Well, for Holly and the girls that is. Marvyn decided to drive to the team camp separately. He loved being with the girls and Holly, but 2 hours on a small bus all together? He would much rather enjoy some “Marvyn Time” and drive by himself. It worked out well that way actually; Holly and Marvyn needed their own car to drive to and from campus back to their hotel nearby. The girls were staying on campus, all paired up in dorms. Staying in dorm rooms was a hard pass for Holly and Marvyn, mostly Marvyn. Holly wouldn’t have minded staying in a room on campus but given the choice between sleeping on a hotel-quality, queen-sized mattress or a dorm-quality, twin-sized mattress, she’d pick hotel every time. Marvyn just flat out refused to sleep in a dorm. He loves hotels. Hell, he tried to live in one until his daughter moved in with him. People change his sheets and make the bed for him. There’s complimentary breakfast. What’s not to love about hotels?
Holly could not wait to get off the bus after those 2 hours. One thing about teenage girls is that they love to gossip. Holly witnesses it every day at school, but none of it really ever pertains to her. These girls usually just chat about boys and other girls, but Holly’s ears always perk up when she occasionally overhears the girls talking about their teachers to one another. It’s fun to hear what they think about her colleagues, but sometimes she fears she’s the subject of gossip amongst these girls when they are anywhere else in the school that isn’t Holly’s classroom.
That fear came true on that bus ride when she overheard the girls whispering at the back of the bus. The subject of those hushed words? Holly and Marvyn. It was a big bus, but not big enough. From the front of the bus, Holly could hear just about every word those girls whispered back and forth to one another in the back.
“Emma told me they go out for drinks and dinner all the time,” Destiny murmured to all of the girls leaning into the bus walkway.
“But isn’t she like his only friend?” Louise joked, getting some giggles from the other girls.
“I’m thinking they are a little more than just friends, if you know what I mean,” Samantha mumbled.
Mouse smacked her knee from the seat across from her. “Sam!” she gasped.
“What?” Samantha asked, “You don’t think those two could be hooking up?”
“I’d prefer not to think about that,” Mouse answered, hating the idea of her coaches doing it with each other.
“Guys, what if they are in the same hotel room for this camp?” Olive suggested, feeding into Samantha’s theory. “Maybe that’s why they didn’t want to stay in the dorms.”
Destiny let out a loud gasp at Olive’s suggestion and proceeded to be slapped and shushed by Louise for being too loud. They would all be dead if Holly could hear their conversation.
They had no clue that Holly could actually hear everything they were saying. And she was mortified. Her and Marvyn? What was it with these girls and starting rumors about who’s she’s dating? First, it was Felix, now it’s Marvyn. Sure, she goes out for drinks and dinner with Marvyn a lot. So what? Friends can go out for fun. Not only are they friends… they are colleagues. It’s always been strictly platonic and professional between them, and Holly plans on keeping it that way.
When they finally arrived at Westmont around 9PM, she helped the girls find their dorms and settle in while she waited for Marvyn to get there. Once he got there, Holly said goodnight to the girls and told them they need to get up for the scheduled team breakfast at 8AM in the main campus dining hall.
Marvyn didn’t even bother getting out of his car to say “hi” to the girls once he got there. He texted Holly telling her to walk out to his car, and to hurry up so they could get settled at the hotel.
Holly didn’t say a word during the 10 minutes it took to get to the hotel. Her face was still hot from overhearing the girls suggest that she and Marvyn were a thing. She could feel Marvyn’s curious gaze on her in the car, but she avoided his glances by staring out the window, thinking about a certain thing the girls unknowingly put into her head. Her stomach tightened as the thought of sleeping with Marvyn consumed her mind for the duration of the drive.
Holly started to second guess everything Marvyn did for her. When they got to the hotel, Marvyn rushed to open the door for Holly and get her suitcase out of the back seat. Is that what friends do? Is he just being nice? Holly asked herself, feeling like she was going a bit mad.
Walking up to the front desk, Marvyn greeted the receptionist. “Hi, I have two rooms booked under Korn.”
Holly watched as the woman behind the front desk punched keys on her keyboard. The receptionist started typing faster than before, almost frantic. Holly had no idea it was that hard to find a room reservation.
“Hmm,” the woman started, “I don’t see a reservation under that name. Could it be under a different name, perhaps?”
“Are you sure? Did you spell it right? It’s K-o-r-n. Korn,” Marvyn said, growing impatient. He just wanted to go to sleep. They had a busy few days coming up with the camp, and he needed to be well-rested if he was going to beat all of the other Southern California basketball teams at the camp.
“I’m afraid I don’t see a reservation for you, Mr. Korn.”
“Marvyn, don’t you have the confirmation in your email? You can pull that up on your phone,” Holly suggested, hating that they were causing the receptionist any trouble.
Marvyn pulled up the email confirmation on his phone and held it up to the clerk. “Here’s our confirmation number and reservation details. We have two queen-sized rooms. Three nights.”
The woman pulled the phone toward her, taking a closer look at the email. “Sir, I think there has been a mistake.”
“How could there be a mistake? The confirmation and details are right there,” he snapped, pointing at his phone. Holly elbowed him for snapping at the poor young woman.
“These reservations are for the Holiday Inn Express in Ventura. You’re at the Holiday Inn Express in Santa Barbara.
Holly looked at Marvyn in disbelief. Ventura was almost a half-hour away. She didn’t want to have to drive all the way there and have to commute 30 minutes to and from Westmont for 4 days.
“Well shit,” Marvyn muttered under his breath. This is why he doesn’t stay at anything less than 5-star hotels. This never would have happened if Holly just let him book two rooms at the Hotel Californian. But no, they were “too expensive and luxurious” for only staying 3 nights and spending most of their time at Westmont.
“Do you have two rooms available here?” Marvyn finally asked the woman.
“We’re pretty booked up. I’ll have to check what rooms we have available for 3 nights.”
“You better have some rooms because—”
Holly elbowed him again, sending him a glare that could kill. She turned to the clerk. “Thank you,” she said sincerely, “We’re sorry to cause so much trouble.”
“Oh, you are no trouble at all. It happens more often than you would think, “ the receptionist said as she typed away on her keyboard. Her face sunk. “I’m sorry but all we have available for three nights is one room. It should have two queen beds, but I’ll have to double check—”
“We’ll take it,” Marvyn interjected. He didn’t want to be standing in that lobby any longer. And he certainly did not want to drive all the way to Ventura.
“Marvyn,” Holly turned to him concerned, “We can’t share a room.”
“Well, you can find a ride to Ventura because I’m sure as hell not driving all the way over there.”
This was exactly what she didn’t need right now. She could hardly look Marvyn in the eye after hearing the girls speculate about them being in a relationship. How could she share a room with him? Everything about this was just mortifying.
She sighed. “Fine. I guess it’s not that big a deal” She took one of the keys the woman set out in front of them.
Holly’s jaw dropped to the floor when Marvyn opened the door for her to walk into the room. She could not believe what she was seeing. Was there seriously only one goddamn bed? Just when she thought this couldn’t get any worse.
“Now you have to be fucking kidding me,” Marvyn said when he finally walked through the doorway, carrying both of their suitcases. “I thought she said it would be two queens.”
“Well, you did cut her off and take the room before she could double check,” Holly retorted, clearly annoyed. She walked further into the room, setting her purse down on the polka dot armchair. The room was fairly big and had a great view of Santa Barbara.
Marvyn followed her into the room, still dragging their luggage along. Holly could still hardly look at him, so she busied herself with looking around the room.
“Did you want the bathroom first?” Marvyn asked coolly, breaking the awkward silence that settled in the room.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. I need to wash up after sitting on that old bus for 2 hours. I’ll be quick,” Holly said as she opened up her suitcase to grab her pajamas and toiletry bag. She practically ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
She set her bag and pajamas down on the counter and took a deep breath. How does he seem so unfazed by the giant bed-shaped elephant in the room? Holly thought as she stared at herself in the mirror. The fact that the receptionist “gave him the wrong information” seemed to affect him more than the fact that they were sharing a room and possibly sharing a bed. That is, if he doesn’t do the gentlemanly thing and offer to sleep on the floor or the chair. She sure as hell wasn’t sleeping anywhere besides that bed.
Holly was prepared to be in the comfort of her own room, so all she packed for nighttime attire was a pair of skimpy blue sleep shorts and a tank top. That would have been fine had things gone as planned and she had a room to herself, but Marvyn was going to be seeing a lot of leg, a lot more than would be considered appropriate. She shoved the thought out of her mind and got changed.
After she finished up washing her face and brushing her teeth, she knocked on the door. “Are you decent?” she called out from the bathroom.
“Yeah, you’re good to come out,” Marvyn responded. Holly took a deep, sobering breath as her hand hovered over the doorknob. She wished she could tell herself it’s just one night, but it’s three nights. He’ll take the chair or the floor, I’m sure, Holly tried to reassure herself.
When she finally mustered the courage to walk out into the main room, she’s stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing Marvyn. It took everything in her not to stare at him perched on the edge of the bed dressed in green boxers and a plain white undershirt that hugged his torso. She averted her gaze and quickly crossed her arms in front of her as she walked to her suitcase, a failed attempt to hide her hardening nipples. She wished she could blame it on the cold air in the room, but it’s really just from seeing Marvyn so… undressed. She hated the girls for putting the idea of them together in her mind. Yes, he’s a very attractive man, but she’s never thought about him in any sexual way. Now, it was nearly all she could think about, thanks to the girls. She was in deep shit.
And Marvyn was completely fucked. He hoped she didn’t notice him practically gawking at her when she came out of the bathroom, his eyes caught on the sight of her hardening nipples through her thin tank top. And those shorts. They were sinful is what they were. She was showing off more leg than he could handle. He was used to Holly wearing tight athletic clothing at practices and games. He knew she had a great body. But seeing her so bare made his mind run wild. He watched as she bent forward to put her clothes back into her suitcase. Her shorts were so damn small he could just barely see the black lace panties she was wearing underneath. He tore his eyes away. What the fuck is the matter with me? He scolded himself, thoroughly disturbed by his sudden sexual urges for his friend – his colleague. Now half hard, he finally excused himself to the bathroom.
I’m a man. I can’t help it, he repeated to himself over and over as he stared at his reflection. He couldn’t go back out there like that. The best he could do was will his erection away. There was no way he could discretely “take care” of it with Holly just several feet away.
He brushed his teeth and splashed his face with cold water, trying to distract himself from images of Holly’s legs and the swell of her breasts. As much as he wanted to sleep on that damn bed, getting in bed with her was no longer an option. He would have to offer to sleep on the chair or the floor.
Still half hard, he sucked in a breath before exiting the bathroom. He saw her sitting up on the right side of the bed reading a book. “I’ll sleep on the chair,” he announced.
“Are you sure?” Holly said out of courtesy.
“It’s either that or the floor. Which do you think I should choose?”
“Whatever will hurt your back less, old man,” Holly joked, the banter coming back to them both easily, temporarily distracting them from the sexual tension that’s built between them in just one night.
“Don’t make me share that bed with you,” he said with a cocky smirk.
“Sleep on the chair. Maybe you will snore less sitting up.”
“I don’t snore,” he countered, slightly offended by her assumption.
“Yeah right. Just sleep on the chair. Keep the snoring to a minimum.” She went back to reading her book. She silently cheered that he offered to let her have the bed to herself. After her inappropriate thoughts about him that night, she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep her hands to herself if he hopped into bed with her.
He grabbed a pillow from the bed and tried to make himself comfortable in the big polka dot chair. “Am I good to turn off the lamp?” Holly asked once it seemed Marvyn got in a comfortable position.
“Yeah,” she heard him grunt as he shifted once more.
Close to 30 minutes went by of more shifting and grunting from the chair on the other side of the room. There was no falling asleep with how noisy he was being. She couldn’t tell if he was genuinely uncomfortable or if he was trying to get her to pity him and offer to switch places or let him sleep in the bed with her. “You good over there?” she whispered into the darkness of the room.
“Just fine,” he responded, feigning sincerity. It was probably the most uncomfortable chair he had ever sat in. It was lumpy and stiff, making noise with every move he made. Not to mention, his cock was still hard, his mind ridden with inappropriate and unprofessional thoughts of Holly
Holly hated what she was about to say next, knew she was probably going to regret it, want to take it back. But she really needed some good sleep tonight, so she went for it. “Just come sleep in the bed, Marvyn. You are driving me nuts with all your moving around.”
“You’re just trying to get in bed with me, aren’t you?” he teased, knowing that would push her buttons.
“Shut up, Marvyn. We’re both adults. We can share a bed without it being weird. Unless you would rather sleep on the floor?”
He didn’t even respond. He got up from the chair, holding his already sore back. God, am I really an old man? He said to himself silently, thinking about Holly’s joke from earlier.
“Just don’t hog the covers,” Holly said as she turned her back to him. She felt the mattress dip beside her, and a twinge of panic rose within her, her heart started to race. She hadn’t shared a bed with a man in a very long time. And it’s been even longer since she’s gotten laid. She shook the thought out of her head. She was absolutely not getting laid tonight. She was in a bed with Marvyn for Christ’s sake. He’s both a friend and a colleague. They couldn’t afford to ruin that. And did she really want to fuck the same man that Ms. Goodwin has? God, no.
Marvyn was wide awake. The twitch of his cock in his boxers was starting to get somewhat painful. He really shouldn’t be this goddamn horny; it had only been a couple months since he and Maggie were having sex. Granted, they only did so a few times. It took a lot longer than he expected to get past 2nd base with her. Something about “wanting to take it slow” and “doing it right”. Oh, he wanted to do it all right. Maggie was the first woman he’d been with since his ex-wife, and making the bald man cry each night wasn’t as satisfying as he hoped it would be. He wished he could fist himself right then and there, desperate to get rid of his uncomfortable and awkward hard on.
Holly also lay there wide awake, the silence too loud to even think about falling asleep. Desperate to get rid of the suffocating silence, she spoke, “This is so cliché, isn’t it?”
“What is?” Marvyn asked, genuinely unsure of what she was talking about.
“The whole two co-workers forced to share a bed thing. I thought this type of shit just happened in books to get the two main characters together,” she said matter-of-factly, not realizing until after she finished her sentence just how suggestive it was.
“Don’t get any ideas, Coach Barrett,”
“Oh, please. As if. Goodnight Marvyn.”
“Night,” she heard him whisper. Finally feeling relaxed, she dozed off to sleep to the sound of his breathing.
Marvyn woke just a few hours later, feeling pressure on his thigh. Dazed and confused, he looked up at the alarm clock next to his head, a green-lit 3:00 AM staring back at him. He turned back to see what was pressed up against his thigh. Lo and behold, Holly had thrown her leg over his thigh while they were sleeping. Pft, “as if” Marvyn silently mocked her words from earlier. His arm was trapped under her waist, ghosting over the swell of her ass. He instantly regretted lifting his other hand up to rest on her thigh, as he almost instantly got hard again.
They were hardly under the covers anymore, having kicked them off in their sleep. In the dimmed light coming from the streetlights outside, Marvyn could watch Holly as she slept. She really was a beautiful woman. He was surprised she hadn’t found anybody after her divorce. Any man would be lucky to have her. Not only was she incredibly good-humored and down-to-earth, but she also was just fucking sexy. He’d never really looked at her that way before that night, but it was hard not to when her breasts were practically falling out of her tank top and her shorts left next to nothing to the imagination.
He was abruptly shaken from his thoughts when he started to feel movement beside him. Not just any movement. No. The beautiful blonde woman beside him had started to rock her hips into his thigh. This can’t be happening. She has to be dreaming. I have to be dreaming right now Marvyn thought in a panic.
Her movements against the bare skin of his thigh grew faster, and she let out a soft moan, almost too quiet to hear. He started to feel how wet she was through her shorts. Marvyn’s heart was about to beat out of his chest, as he felt his cock twitch for what seemed like the millionth time that night, just aching to be touched. He had no clue what to do. Was he supposed to wake her up? Let her unconsciously get off on his thigh? There was no right way to go about it.
Holly slowly slipped into consciousness. She assumed the dream she was having must have been great based on how wet she was, slowly rocking against the thigh pressed firmly between her legs. It felt too good to stop. She tilted her hips back, seeking more friction against her clit. She sighed at the sensation. She became aware of the hands splayed on her lower back and on her thigh. The hardness pressed against her inner thigh then caught her attention.
Holy fuck! She thought frantically, suddenly remembering she went to sleep next to Marvyn last night. Before the panic set in, she felt the hand on her back move lower, resting firmly on her ass, which was only half covered by her sleep shorts. She nearly gasped when the hips underneath her began to rock into her thigh. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder as she continues her movements.
They both knew the other was awake, but they didn’t say a word, and they didn’t stop; they just kept grinding, getting each other off. Marvyn squeezed the swell of her ass through her shorts, his hand strong and firm against the silky fabric of her shorts and her soft skin. His fingers moved towards the edge of her shorts, daring to go further. She began rocking into him a bit harder, which he took as permission to go further, letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric of her shorts and run across the smoothness of her skin. His thumb brushed the lacy fabric of the black thong he got a sneak peek of earlier. He slid his other hand up her thigh to palm her other cheek, starting to guide her movements into him.
They stayed like that, grinding into one another for a good few minutes until Marvyn grew impatient, he had to touch her, feel her. He slowly moved his hand down her thigh, stopping at her knee which rested on his waist. Lifting her knee off of him, he encouraged her to spread her legs for him. Sliding his hand down her inner thigh, he turned his head to whisper in her ear. “Is this okay?” he asked, not wanting to push.
“Fuck, yes. Please,” she begged with a whisper. Just fucking touch me already! she wanted to yell at him.
He slid his hand past the waistband of her shorts, lifting up her tank top to rub the taut skin across her stomach, finally resting his hand on her breast, thumbing her rock-hard nipple. He was driving her insane. She lifted her hips, a silent beg for him to touch her where she needed it most. He took the hint, trailing his hand back down her stomach, tight and coiled with anticipation. His movements became hesitant, worried about taking things too far, ruining their relationship as they knew it.
She felt his hand stop just above the waistband of her shorts. She wondered if he was unsure about touching her or just being a tease. Hoping it was the latter, she lifted her head up to whisper in his ear, “Don’t be such a tease.”
“Are you sure about his?” he asked innocently.
Hearing the nerves in his voice, she reached her hand up to rest on his, squeezing his hand to assure him how much she wanted this, how much she needed this. She guided his hand below her waistband. His hand ghosted her core through the fabric of her panties. She slid her hand up his arm to feel his biceps. He had great arms. She ached to see if his chest was just as toned and firm as his arms.
He could feel the heat of her through the thin lace fabric covering her core. Judging by how wet she was already, Holly clearly wanted this just as much as he did. The soft sighs in his ear egging him on. A rush of confidence coursed through him, realizing just how much of an effect he had on her by barely touching her. Hell, she was gasping and grinding on him in her sleep. Which could easily be from having not gotten laid in a while, but Marvyn would rather think it was because of him entirely.
He always prided himself on being particularly good at sex. He got a lot of practice in college; girls practically threw themselves at him. And he and Caren had a pretty fun and adventurous sex life for most of their marriage. He knew his way around a woman’s body: how it worked, how it reacted, how to manipulate it. And in that moment with Holly, he wanted to cherish every inch of her body, to pay attention to each subtle detail of her enjoyment…for hours.
It surprised him. This sudden sexual desire for his colleague – his assistant coach, technically his subordinate. They did do everything couples do, besides sex of course (until now). They went out to dinner, got drinks together. They trusted and respected each other, wanted the best for the other. If he had this close of a connection with any other woman, Marvyn was sure he would develop feelings for her. But this was Holly. They worked together. They were friends, yes, but their relationship was professional and strictly platonic. Whatever mentor/mentee, co-worker relationship and friendship they had was a whole lot more interesting for the both of them than some dating scenario. He always figured a crude, yet expert sexual encounter would ruin what they had together. But now, he wasn’t so sure. He wanted her. All of her.
His earlier hesitation quickly disappeared. He swiftly dipped his fingers beneath the lace of her underwear, ghosting his fingers over her wet center, teasing her. Her breath grew jagged with anticipation. His touch was a mere whisper on her skin, but it made her thighs tremble. There was no holding in the gasp that escaped her when he swiped through her slick with his deft fingers. He found her clit with his middle finger, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles, eliciting a breathy moan from her.
The position they were in wasn’t exactly comfortable, at least not for Marvyn. His right arm was still being crushed under her, and him lying on his back beside her wasn’t the most ideal if he wanted to give her the best finger-fuck of her life.
She was pleased when he moved to hover over her, basking under the weight of him above her. He was so much bigger than her. He was practically engulfing her.
“I want to see you,” he whispered, reaching to turn on one of the bedside lamps. It illuminated the room just right, not too bright, not too dark, just light enough to tear away the shadows on her cheeks and restore the glimmer in her bright blue eyes.
His right hand, still half-asleep from being under her for so long, moved to hold down her hip, keeping her still. She could already feel the bruises forming from how tight he was gripping her. The thought of him leaving a mark on her sent shockwaves of excitement through her.
He slid his other hand out from her sleep shorts, moving once more to set up on his knees. He brought his hand to Holly’s mouth, still wet with her slick.
“Open,” he directed, pressing his fingers against her lips. She obeyed, opening her mouth, and sucking on his fingers covered with her own arousal. She flicked her tongue against his knuckles, tasting herself, faintly, and feeling the roughness of his skin. He groaned and dragged his hand down to rest on her neck. No pressure. No real grasp or hold. But it stole her breath just the same.
He hadn’t even kissed her yet, something about that step feeling far too intimate. Somehow kissing her would be too far for Marvyn but rubbing her clit and letting her suck on his fingers isn’t too intimate.
Eager to feel his lips on her, Holly moved from fisting the bedsheets to fisting Marvyn’s t-shirt, pulling him down toward her. He kissed her then. It was heated, passionate, intimate. His hand still rested on her neck, his other gripping her hip, pushing her into the mattress. His tongue prodded at the seam of her lips, eager to explore her mouth.
That kiss may have been the best she’d ever had. She ran her fingers through his hair, using her grip to pull him closer to her, deepening the kiss. She lifted her hips up into him, searching for the friction her clit was craving. Her movements matched perfectly with Marvyn as he shifted his hips into hers. He was wedged between her legs, hot and hard, exactly where she wanted him. He'd be able to thrust into her right now if they weren't wearing clothes. Why the fuck are we still dressed? Holly screamed silently in her head.
The heat of his body on top of her was electrifying. She fisted his t-shirt sleeves in an attempt to keep him there, addicted to the feeling of being trapped underneath him.
His lips traveled down her jaw. He tilted her head to the side, giving him access to kiss her throat. She melted under him, a loud whimper escaping her. His mouth left a trail of hot, wet kisses down her throat, across her shoulder, and along her collarbone. Being kissed had never felt so perfect, so hot.
“You won’t be needing this,” he said, lifting her top over her head and throwing it somewhere off the bed. She loved seeing him take control like this. Outside of the bedroom was a different story. She hated when he belittled her, undermined her, told her what to do. It was infuriating. But in the bedroom, under his touch, she’d do nearly anything he asked of her.
He took hold of one of her now bare breasts, the textured skin of his thumb circling her nipple made her shudder. He lowered his head to give her other breast some attention, taking her nipple in his mouth. Her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him against her, never wanting him to stop.
“Marvyn,” she sighed. It was the first word she had spoken in nearly 10 minutes.
He continued in his path down her body, kissing down the taut lines of her stomach, setting tiny little fires across her body.
“You won’t be needing these either,” he repeated, tugging her sleep shorts and panties down her incredible legs. He couldn’t wait to be between her perfect thighs, tasting her, exploring her.
“Please,” she whimpered, guiding his head down where she wanted him most.
“Patience, Coach,” he teased. She felt him smile against her inner thigh as he kissed her there. She changed her mind. He was infuriating in bed too. Such a fucking tease.
Without warning, he licked her bottom to top, stopping at her clit to suck on it, humming into her, making her jolt as if she’d been shocked.
“Fuck!” She bucked her hips into his face. He grasped her inner thighs, pushing her in the mattress, holding her still, and spreading her further apart for him. He slid his tongue between her folds, tasting her wetness, before he found her clit again, locking his mouth around it, sucking hard. Her body almost caught on fire when he slid two fingers into her, pumping into her slowly. She had never been eaten out like this before. She had no idea it could feel this fucking good. Her ex-husband would do the bare minimum, never really caring if she got off or not. He didn’t explore her like this. He didn’t take his time with her the way Marvyn was, learning what she liked, noting every move that made her squirm and moan. She was sure Marvyn had to have watched some sort of online how-to video or something because there was just no way this man could use his tongue and his mouth so skillfully. He devoured her cunt like it was his birthright, as if he'd been programmed to put his mouth precisely here and there and lick her till she screamed. And he was clearly enjoying it too. He was moaning for fucks sake.
His name fell from her lips once more as she lifted her hips to the rhythm of his licks, seeking release. “Patience,” he repeated himself. He slid his fingers out of her, replacing them with his tongue. He felt the suck of her cunt on his tongue as he fucked her with it, imagining how incredible it would feel around his cock, which was still strained against the fabric of his boxers, leaking and painfully hard. But this wasn’t about him. At least not then. He wanted to make her cum, feel her release around his tongue and taste her before he fucked her.
“Okay, Holly,” he breathed against her, “You can let go now.” He dove back into her, placing his thumb over her clit and rubbing concentrated circles. He lapped at her folds and brought his other hand down to finger her.
“Marvyn!” she cried out desperately. The stimulation was almost too much. The pleasure was intense, earth-shatteringly so. It consumed her entire body from head to toe. Heaven and torture at the exact same time.
“I know. I know. Just let go for me,” he encouraged. She whined when he pushed another finger into her and curled it, reaching for the spot inside her that he knew would send her over the edge. He continued sucking and flicking at her clit, showing no mercy as he tore her apart, fucking her with his hand and mouth until she was screaming his name and banging her thighs against his ears. Her desperate screams did nothing to halt his movements as he guided her through her orgasm before pulling his fingers out and snaking his tongue into her, tasting her release.
He came up for air, finding her breathing heavy, eyes closed, with her head thrown back into the pillows. When she managed to catch her breath and regain a semblance of lucidity, she lifted her head to watch him begin a trail of wet kisses down her inner thigh. It was obscene. The sight of him between her legs, his chin dripping with her arousal. When he caught her gaze, he couldn’t help the smug smirk that graced his lips, satisfied with the sight of her almost completely wrecked without even fucking her yet.
He rose above her again to slot his mouth against hers. She let his tongue enter her mouth immediately, sucking her taste off of it. He trailed kisses across her cheek to her ear, sucking and nibbling on it for a short moment. “I want to feel you on my cock.”
“What the hell are you waiting for?” she asked breathlessly. He lifted himself off the bed, and she whimpered at the loss of his weight on top of her.
He was still far too overdressed, so he pulled his shirt up over his head. She lifted herself up on her elbows, getting a better look at the show he was putting on before her.
His cock still ached inside his boxers, heavy and hard, desperate to be inside her. When he finally set it free from its confines, it sprung straight up. She gasped at the sight of it, a flicker of nervousness flashed across her face. She had figured he’d be pretty well-endowed. He’s Marvyn Korn. Always bigger and better than everyone. But it was intimidating. She hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, and none of the toys she used at home did justice to the size of him.
“Protection…?” he said suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts.
“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Do you have a condom?”
He nodded and turned to walk toward his suitcase, giving Holly a nice view of his perfectly tight ass. He pulled out his wallet, fishing for the single condom he left in there from when he was dating Maggie.
“What are you? 17? Keeping a condom in your wallet?” she laughed.
“Ha. Ha,” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at her. He took his time opening the foil package and sliding the condom down his impressive length.
“You better hurry up. You should never keep a lady waiting.” When he looked up at her, he saw her leaning back against the pillows, legs spread, touching herself. Marvyn nearly came in his boxers at the sight of her rubbing her own cunt, still swollen and wet. She was fucking beautiful.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asked, crawling back onto the bed. Her fingers continued to move in practiced circles around her clit.
“I didn’t realize I needed your permission,” she challenged boldly, lifting her head slightly to look him in the eye. The look of lust and anticipation in her eyes went straight to his cock. He stroked himself through the latex barrier of the condom as he knelt between her thighs, trying to give himself some relief.
Her movements came to a halt. He watched her in awe as she brought her own fingers up to her mouth, licking them clean, humming a soft moan at the taste of herself.
“God, you’re filthy,” he commented. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.
She’d had enough of the teasing, enough of the waiting. She wanted him inside her so fucking badly. “Just fuck me already,” she pleaded, reaching up to run her hands down his hairy chest and abs, confirming they were just as perfect as his arms.
“Filthy and eager,” he noted aloud.
“Marvyn, I swear to God—”
He thrust into her without warning, and she cried out his name. Holding still inside her, he let her adjust to the size of him. The way she felt around him was unreal. She was hot, wet, and so fucking tight. He moaned as he felt her cunt squeeze his cock as she willed her body to accustom his size.
He leaned down on top of her, smothering her body with his own. “Fuck,” he groaned in her ear, “You feel so fucking good, Holly.” He sucked lightly at the skin on her neck, tasting it’s the sweat that started to bead up there.
“Christ,” she groaned, throwing her head back, clinging to his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin from her nails, “So fucking… so big… so good,” she panted out incoherently as he increased the pace of his hips.
“You like getting fucked like this?” he grumbled in her ear, bringing his right hand to rest on her throat, not applying pressure, but making it known he could if he wanted to.
“Yes,” she managed, almost too quiet for Marvyn to hear.
“I like you like this. Taking my cock. Not putting up a fight,” he voiced lowly, biting at her ear.
She loved the dirty talk, but she hated how much his words turned her on. She lived to put up a fight, never one to accept being demeaned by someone else, especially a man. But having Marvyn so big and strong and sexy on top of her, dominating her, it was incredible, something she could only dream of.
She whined when he pulled out of her. He flipped her onto her stomach, gripped her hips, sure to leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips. Her arms were splayed in front of her, and her cheek pressed against the hotel bed sheets as he dragged her hips up to meet him. He positioned himself at her entrance, pushing her legs apart so she was wide open for him. He slammed into her. The sound of his low groans and slapping of skin on skin was so obscene it nearly forced her them both to come undone.
“Marvyn,” she breathed. He just barely heard her.
He fisted her hair, pulling back just hard enough so that she was looking back over her shoulder at him. “That’s it,” he praised, “I love the sound of my name on your lips. I love hearing you lose it for me.”
“God, Marvyn,” she gasped in between moans, loving the verbal praise, wanting more.
“You take me so well,” he grunted, “Like you were made for me, for my cock.” The words rolled out of his mouth before he could even register what he was saying. But he watched and took note of the way a smile crept to her lips and the way her walls clenched around his cock with each word – she got off on it. This new discovery egged him on. He pulled her body up against him, holding her to him by the base of her throat. “Fuck, Holly. I don’t know how I’m supposed to ever stop fucking you,” he growled in her ear.
“Then don’t,” she panted matter-of-factly. Her answer surprised him. He wasn’t expecting her to even respond to him with anything besides a moan. The implications of her response made his head spin. Did she want to do this again? He thought to himself hopefully.
Her head fell back on his shoulder. She brought her hands up to grope her breasts, tweak each nipple between her fingers. “I need you to touch me,” she begged.
“Ask. Nicely,” he growled, punctuation each word with a thrust into her swollen cunt.
“Marvyn,” she let out a sigh so sexy it would put a fucking pornstar out of business, ”Please touch me. I’m so close.” She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a familiar coil tighten in her stomach.
“Are you gonna cum for me?”
“Yes, Marvyn, for fuck’s sake, touch me. Please. Let me cum all over you.” She was desperate for release.
Satisfied with her desperate pleas, he released his hand from her throat, moving it down to rub circles over her clit. When her legs began to shake, Marvyn fucked into her with a new urgency.
She cried out, screaming his name, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity she had never experienced before. Her body went limp, relying on him to hold her up against him. His hand was still rubbing her clit as he fucked into her sensitive, overstimulated cunt. She hissed, pushing his hand away, the electric shocks pulsing through her body were just too fucking much.
“Come on, Marvyn,” she encouraged with what little energy she had left. “You fill me up so good. Please cum for me.” As dominant as he was with her, he got off on the praise too, his hips slamming into her harder and sloppier, chasing his own orgasm.
“God, Holly. The things… fuck…you do to me.” He was so gone, the feeling of his impending release leaving his brain fried.
“Show me, Marvyn,” she whispered huskily, “Please. For me.”
His head fell back, biting his lip to fight the loud groan that wanted to escape him. He paused deep inside her as he climaxed. He nearly blacked out; the force of his orgasm stronger than he’s had in a very long time.
He held onto the condom as he slowly pulled out of her. He got up from the bed, his legs unsteady, and walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He eyed the clean washcloths on the bathroom counter as he was walking out, grabbing one and wetting it a little in case Holly needed it to wipe herself off. Ever the gentleman.
But when he walked back into the room, he found Holly already fast asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he left the small towel on her bedside table. Before turning off the lamp, he took a moment to study her face, blissful, beautiful, and glowing. After turning off the light, he climbed into bed next to her. He kissed her temple before turning on his side to let sleep claim him.
When they both woke to their alarms a few hours later, things were…somewhat awkward between them. They danced around each other as they got ready for their day of camp with the girls, neither of them wanting to have that conversation, wanting instead to pretend that what happened was just some crazy sex dream for the both of them in order to avoid dealing with how it changed their relationship, their partnership, their friendship.
Holly looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, traced her fingers along the bruises he left on her hips and her neck. Dear God, he left fucking hickeys on her neck. She covered what she could with what little makeup she had brought on this trip. The girls won’t even notice, she thought wishfully.
They did in fact notice. Not only did they notice the poorly covered-up marks on her neck, but they also noticed the slight limp in her walk when she arrived to the camp with Marvyn.
“Looks like you guys owe me 10 bucks,” Samantha bragged to the other starters sitting at the table for breakfast.
“How do you even know they did it?” Louise questioned.
“Well, she did do a pretty terrible job at hiding those bruises on her neck,” Destiny commented.
“Wait, he left bruises on her?!” Mouse said a little too loudly, genuinely concerned.
The entire table shushed her.
“They’re hickeys, Mouse. Duh,” Samantha said. “Those two definitely got together.”
“She is kinda limping a bit, not gonna lie,” Destiny observed with a laugh. Louise shushed her, slapping her on the shoulder.
“I kind of hope you’re right, Sam,” Olive chimed in, “It’s kind of cute, like right out of a movie. Coach and assistant coach fall in love…”
“Bang in a hotel room while away at team camp,” Destiny continued, met with another hit on the shoulder from Louise.
“Guys, look,” Samantha whispered urgently, nodding her head towards the breakfast buffet.
The girls all zipped their heads around to see what Samantha was pointing at. They watched as Holly and Marvyn stepped through the buffet line together, side by side, with Marvyn’s hand resting on Holly’s lower back.
“How much more proof do you need?” Samantha asked. “Pay up!”
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Teaching Assistant 2
Title: Teaching Assistant
Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten
Pairing: LokixReader
Rating: Mid
Warning: spankings, mentioning of masturbation, ED, college, teacherxstudent
Summary: You get a job as a teaching assistant for you professor Loki Laufeyson. Quickly the relationship takes a turn when Loki offers to teach you the robes of BDSM.
‘’Print Goddamit,’’ you scream at your small printer when it refuses to deliver you your story. You had gotten up in time to print those damn papers but nothing… It was on and everything.
Angrily you slap your Laptop closed and put it in your bag. Another class awaits you in a moment. You pack up your things and leave for your class. A nervous tingle is in your stomach. This will be the first day that you’re the official teaching assistant from Professor Laufeyson!
‘’There is my bitch,’’ Dimitri calls out when he sees you on campus. ‘’I can’t believe you managed that girl.’’ He pulls you into a tight hug while congratulating you. ‘’Thanks,’’ you shyly reply.
Then the interrogation starts. Dimitri asks you a thousand questions about yesterday. He buys you your coffee and then you leave for class.
Meanwhile in professor Laufeysons office. He walks in and turns the lights on. He runs a hand through his glorious hair before striding to his office. The professor gets everything ready for the day when he suddenly notices his printer. A stack of papers hangs out of it and some lay on the ground.
He sighs deeply and starts to gather it. My Pleasure. Y/N Y/L/N. He frowns deeply. Why would you randomly send this to him? Probably he just needs to read and correct it, it wouldn't be the first time a student wants him to read their work. Sending it ten times, however, is a little overdone.
He takes a map and places one version of it. Afterwards, he bins the leftover papers since they are unnecessary now. Loki starts to prepare for his first lecture then pushing the story to the back of his head. He’ll read it when he has time.
The day passes quickly full of lectures and students asking all kinds of questions. He gets quite some papers turned in that are to be graded before he can return to his office. When he arrives you are waiting on the bench for him.
‘’Punctual are we,’’ Loki sighs unlocking his office, ‘’I didn’t expect you for another ten minutes?’’ He gives you a look as he lets you in. ‘’My professor let me go earlier, professor…’’ He nods a little and closes the door behind himself.
Loki takes out the papers he received and lays them out. ‘’These need grading. The only thing I expect you to do is grammar and spelling check. I want you to be stern and merciless, think you can do that?’’ Quickly you nod as he hands you a few papers with a red sharpie. ‘’Yes professor…’’ You lay it down on his desk and start the job immediately.
The grading takes a long time but that’s fine. You learn a lot from it. After a few hours, Loki puts away his marker again. ‘’Could you please go get me a black coffee?’’ he hands you five pounds while still reading.
‘’Yes… Of course!’’ You take the five pounds and grab your jacket. ‘’Go get yourself one as well.’’ You look a bit surprised when he says that and not. ‘’You drink latte’s, don’t you,’’ Loki frowns while thinking, ‘’get yourself one of those.’’ ‘’Thank you.’’
Quickly you get to the cafe close by to get the coffee’s that one cost one pound fifty so you have two pounds left to return to him. When you return you notice the new stack of papers in need of grading and hold back a sigh. This is your life from now on…
The next days go the same until it is finally weekend! Glorious weekend! Loki has been the same cold, stern and rude professor to you the whole week and you can’t wait to take a well-deserved break!
You spent your weekend, writing, working on Saturday, drinking coffee and watching movies. Your quite a domestic person. You like being at home without anyone else but you love the occasional party as well.
Loki lives further from Campus. You are still in the dormitory but have a room for you alone now and made it your own. It is a bit of a maze because of the closets, bed and other things but it is yours.
You again try to print some of your stories but again your printer refuses to spit out the papers. You mumble something rude and then decide to leave it alone. You’ll print at Dimitri’s later or in the library.
Back at Loki his office he just came to bring some graded papers and get some other things. He walks in and lays the stab of essays down when he notices his printer is on and loads of papers are printed once again. He gets the papers quickly before pulling the plug from the damn thing.
Again you… He should have a word with you that you shouldn’t abuse his printer like this. He gets the map in which he placed the other stories you sent him. He takes those home too, he might as well read them then.
When he gets home to his flat on the top floor of a large building he sits down on a chair near the window while looking out over his beloved city. He starts to read the stories with a flaming red Sharpie in hand to point out all of your mistakes.
Soon, however, it becomes clear that this is not what he expected it to be, at all… The more he reads the deeper the frown on his forehead gets. What were you thinking? He needs to have a good talk with you Monday…
Back home you are seated on your four-poster bed watching a show before bed when you get a text from the professor.
Professor Laufeyson.
We need to talk. It’s important. I have already informed your teachers you won’t be coming to class. I require you to be at my office at 9 AM, you better be there on time!
Y/N Y/L/N
Yes Professor. I hope it is nothing too serious?
Professor Laufeyson.
I’m afraid it is Miss Y/L/N. I will see you tomorrow.
Nerves are tangled in your stomach. You have been awake almost the whole night. You worried about the situation you got yourself in. What happened, what did you do? You feel like a small child again, kicked out of yet another family for no reason…
You are now seated on the bench next to his office unable to keep your mind straight. Hot tears burn in your eyes from pure fear of the professor…
When he finally turns around the corner he doesn’t even acknowledge you. No look, nod or ‘good morning’ he just walks past you and opens his door. He eventually does call you in and tells you to take a seat.
When you sit down you feel scared and small, even more now you are in the presence of Professor Laufeyson… He looks at you sternly for a second before opening his bag and pulling out papers. You frown a bit. What is that?
‘’Do you understand that it is highly disrespectful to send your professor such rubbish? If you weren’t my teaching assistant and liked you I would step to the dean right away.’’ You look at the raven-haired man with large eyes. Whatever is he talking about?
‘’I’m so sorry professor but I don’t know what this is about,’’ you carefully chime in. He slaps the papers on his desk. ‘’So you didn’t write this rubbish?’’ ‘’Write what?’’ ‘’You really do not know what this is about?’’ He stands up and walks around his desk to the side where he leans on it again.
‘’His hands tangle in hers when his large dick thrusts into her. She screams out while he simply groans. Legs are tangled while Jonny thrust into her womanhood with great force.’’ Tears start to gather in your eyes.
The stories were printed out here that's why your computer kept saying it was printed but your actual printer didn’t do a thing… That means he read it. Your secret is out and you will be expelled for it! How did this happen to you?
‘’Jenny her hands tangle into the ropes Jonny tied her up with.’’ He sighs deeply and walks towards the fireplace. He is now behind you while tears start to stream down your cheeks. This can only happen to you…
You can feel Loki his presence right behind you. He throws the papers in front of you. They are full of red marks. Oh no… He actually read it? You expected that he would have stopped after he found out what it really was…
‘’I’m so sorry. I tried to print them at home. They were never supposed to get to you, professor. I swear it is just a misunderstanding!’’ He lets out a sarcastic laugh. ‘’It better is! It is clear you never even met a treu dom… You clearly don’t know what you are doing or what that community really is.’’
Suddenly his large hand crawls up to your neck. ‘’But don’t worry, little girl,’’ he speaks in a now softer tone, ‘’I’m willing to teach you everything you need to know. If you agree to it of course.’’ You swallow unable to say a thing.
What is he proposing? For you to become… To become his sub? What does that even really mean? He is right after all, you don’t have an ounce of experience.
‘’I…’’ You don’t know how to reply. Do you want this? Do you want this with him? You have to admit you had the occasional fantasy about him in the bedroom but that won’t be a reality. Maybe you want to find out what that reality is?
‘’Tell me, little one, are you going with my offer?’’ ‘’Yes.’’ He leans in further until his lips are right next to your ear. ‘’Good. Rule number one then, always address me with Master, understood?’’ You take a deep breath before replying.
‘’Yes, master.’’ ‘’Good girl.’’
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I needed a little break from writing doomsday, and this came out today instead. I hope you enjoy some Nine/Rose fluff!
H I R A E T H
SUMMARY: Nine/Rose. After leaving the Doctor alone in his grief, Rose is still upset over what happened that day he left her and Mickey on that spaceship for Reinette. She goes to find him and confront him and her feelings, but runs into somebody she could never have imagined to instead.
TAGS: fluff, hurt//comfort, romance, missing scene
Read on AO3: hiraeth
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They sat, Rose and Mickey, at the table in the kitchen, both sipping their tea now in silence. The tour of the TARDIS had been short to say the least, mostly because she couldn’t really focus on much else other than the love of her life having fallen in love with somebody else within the space of half a day, maximum.
She shuddered, and scrunched her nose to finish the last of her tea. Well, not the last; she still had a fair bit left, but it had gone cold and just tasted a bit like sewage water at that point, so she didn’t particularly see the appeal in spending any longer pretending it was still a decent cup of tea.
Funny, she thought. My life now resembles a cup of tea.
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They sat, Rose and Mickey, at the table in the kitchen, both sipping their tea now in silence. The tour of the TARDIS had been short to say the least, mostly because she couldn’t really focus on much else other than the love of her life having fallen in love with somebody else within the space of half a day, maximum.
She shuddered, and scrunched her nose to finish the last of her tea. Well, not the last; she still had a fair bit left, but it had gone cold and just tasted a bit like sewage water at that point, so she didn’t particularly see the appeal in spending any longer pretending it was still a decent cup of tea.
Funny, she thought. My life now resembles a cup of tea.
She managed to not raise suspicion from the man opposite her when she sighed, but when her cup hit the table a little more forcibly than she had intended, Mickey raised his eyebrow.
“Take it it’s still not a good time to ask?”
Rose threw him a glare; she was still quite irritated by his smug-but-trying-to-hide-it expression. “No, it isn’t.”
His brow pinched, and for a moment he looked sorry for her. Not in a pitiful way, but in a... sorry kind of way — except, he wasn’t the one who should be sorry. He opened his mouth to say something, then decided against it.
“M’ gonna go for a walk,” she mumbled, the chair grazing loudly across the floor as she forced herself to her feet.
Mickey again looked as though he might say something, but again, thought better of it. But Rose was just irritated enough to ask,
“What?”
“Just… don’t go looking for him, okay?” he tried. “Give the man some space.”
Rose grunted. “He can have all the bloody space he wants.”
And with that, she left the kitchen. She was exhausted to recognise her feet were, unsurprisingly, steering her towards the control room, and she could feel with every step how regretful she was about to be if she reached that room. So she pulled every last piece of willpower she had left to stop in her tracks and think.
Should she go and talk to him? She folded her arms and chewed the inside of her cheek in deliberation. She was torn, because she wanted so desperately to talk to him — her friend above all else after all — but he had so horribly hurt her today that she was in half a mind to storm out of this TARDIS for good. She tried, she really did, to feel for him, and she took a step out of her own mind for just one moment to consider he had just lost somebody close to him. Even if her heart was breaking, it was at that thought that they shattered completely.
This was ridiculous, she thought, as her feet once more began to take her to the control room. He quite clearly wanted space, and Mickey only confirmed so much with his Manly Suspicions — seeing you right now isn’t going to make him feel any better.
She grunted, and her steps had a little more purpose to them now. Because it was so horrible to be the last person he wanted to see. He had never, not in their entire time together, been one to regret her presence, to make her feel like she was unwanted even just in a moment of grief.
Calm down, she thought, as she knew she was nearing the control room. The only thing that would make this a thousand times worse is if you burst into the control room in righteous rage.
So, she deliberately slowed down her pace as she wondered just exactly which approach she was going to take. But she found that, the closer she got to the control room, the less control she had over her intentions. So her footing sped up once more, and her heart pounded in her chest as she reached the control room.
She was more than disorientated, then, when the last person she expected to see was now standing in the exact same place as he was when she left him.
“Wha—”
He looked up at her with a frown, a frown she hadn’t seen in oh so many months, and she felt her heart sink to see that daft old, gorgeous, face. For a moment, she forgot that this was completely impossible, being so used to it these days after all, and her breath caught in her throat to see that terribly dusty old leather jacket, those baggy black scruffy trousers that seemed far too big for him and those eyes, good god those eyes were so bloody beautiful that she almost cried there and then to see them once more.
Those eyes that were currently looking back at her in utter bewilderment.
She shook her head and herself back to her senses. The Doctor quickly looked at the door at the end of the ramp and distractedly pointed to it, looking back at her once more in disarray. “What you doin’ there?”
His familiar yet somehow unexpected Northern accent seemed most alerting to her, and sparked the return of her own puzzlement.
“What are you doin’ there?”
“I just— you were— you said—” he stuttered, looking back and forth between her and the door. He seemed to only look to her for an explanation, which baffled her, because she was hoping he would explain. The two stared at each other in complete perplexity for a minute at least, before Rose was first to break the silence.
“This a trick?”
He blinked. “What?”
“This. You, here. The TARDIS trickin’ me or somethin’?”
“Why on Earth would the TARDIS be tricking you?”
“I dunno,” she shrugged, folding her arms and resting her weight on one leg. “‘Cos you were a right knob today and maybe she thought I wouldn’t strangle you if you looked like that.”
He was surely stupefied by the force of her words. “Bloody hell, I saved your life today and that’s how you thank me?”
Her mouth hung agape at that, and she quickly scanned her memories today and confirmed, very quickly, that he had in fact not saved her life at any point today. Not even when he stumbled into her’s and Mickey’s capture, drunk, and toyed with the droids for a bit while they held a rather sharp blade to her throat before pouring whatever was left of his wine onto their heads; she was still too furious to consider that ‘saving her life’.
“Oh, please,” she scoffed incredulously, “Do tell me at what point today you so valiantly came to my aid.”
He echoed her scoff. “I said thank you—”
“You did not you little liar!”
“Bloody hell, you’re a lot snappier than you were five minutes ago!”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t even here five minutes ago—”
“Which reminds me, what are you doing here?”
Her eyes narrowed at him; quite clearly, they were going to go round in circles asking questions unless one of them tried to at least figure it out. She took a deep breath, and spoke aloud her thought process. “Right. So, obviously we’re not talking about the same thing, unless you experienced today completely differently to me — which actually might explain your behaviour—” she stopped when she felt her spine pricking with heat, and shook her head “— never mind. And unless the TARDIS is playing tricks on me, and you’re still, well, you, then we’re not — this isn’t—”
She sighed in frustration, still trying to understand the concept of time being relative — whatever that means. The Doctor seemed only to understand her, and he nodded slowly.
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say I didn’t just offer you to come with me, did I?”
Her heart sank; of all the emotions she was feeling, of all the frustration at being in a situation unknown, of having her first reaction to a man she missed with everything she had being bewilderment over the absolute love she normally had to see his face, her only response was to breathe a very unsteady and deeply sorrowful,
“No.”
He nodded, again slowly. “But— and I’m losing my other leg to this one now— I’m assuming you, at one point, in fact, do end up coming with me?"
Her lips pulled tight as she fought back against saying or indicating anything that might trigger some sort of paradox at having run into a previous him and altering their future, and she sort of expected she might spontaneously vanish at any moment. Her lack of response must have affirmed his question, and his eyes grew wide.
“Crikey. Right then.”
“I should—“ she started, pointing behind her to the door but not really able to move there just yet “— I should probably, erm…”
He looked back at her for a moment, his brow still drawn in concern, before he gave her the smallest, yet still most warm smile that simply melted her.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” he whispered.
The relief she felt swept over her in a blanket so comforting that her feet all too easily took her to him, and she blurted, “You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that.”
He grinned the most terribly beautiful toofy grin, but she didn't process in enough time — or care too much to do anything about — the look of slight panic when she practically tumbled into his arms, into a hold so comforting that she let out a small sob. She felt the relief, her whole body lightening and untightening to feel him, less skinny and tall and against the ever so soft fabric of a jumper rather than an oxford. She wished she could have seemed a little less desperate as she clung to him while he awkwardly — but sincerely — held her in return, but just having him there, against everything she understood to be possible, was the only thing she could possibly need right now and she felt alleviated.
“I’m probably breaking about eight hundred laws here but I literally don’t care anymore,” she mumbled, only half-jokingly, into his jumper, “You left me on a spaceship three thousand years into the future so you can fix it.”
“Oi!” he snapped, and she was relieved to hear he wasn’t actually annoyed. “I haven’t done anythin’, remember?”
She nodded. “You’re right, he can fix it.”
The Doctor had always known how to read her, even if she sometimes thought he didn’t. Even after little more than a day of having known her, to this him here now, he recognised her belligerence and only seemed to find it bemusing.
“You’ve got a lot of faith in him then, if you can think he can fix anything.”
She sighed deeply into his jumper, against the sounds of his steady hearts beneath her ear that sounded different somehow, like they weren’t quite hers yet even if they were beating for her now.
“I really miss you.”
The truth in her voice sounded, even to her, so very pained. She wondered what he must be thinking, why this woman whom had only just turned him down now clung to him in the most ridiculous of ways, close to tears as she told him she missed him. But he didn’t ask questions, instead he only felt it, straight away, by the way his arms ever so slightly tightened around her to more resemble a hug she knew was only hers, and one only he could give her. But she could feel him awkward beneath her nonetheless, and ever so regretfully she pulled away, but not quite able to stop herself from reaching her palm to touch the side of his face as she took him in. All those hardened edges, that stubble and those lips and slightly wonky nose.
“Oh, we’re— okay, so there’s an awful lot of touching between us in the future,” he remarked.
She giggled, and drew her palm away to sit on the jumpseat, patting the spot next to her. “Well, yes, I think we can say that—” she frowned, and stopped herself “—wait, can I say that?”
She looked to him for confirmation, and he shrugged. “Tell you what, if you start to fade out of existence, I’ll let you know, as long as you do the same for me. Deal?”
She chuckled, and shook the hand he had held out to her. “Deal.”
He sat down next to her, pinching his trousers and shuffling about to settle in a little more comfortably. She was relieved to know she hadn’t forgotten a single thing about him, which meant that she knew he was feeling most blindsided by her spontaneous and unprecedented visit, displaying a lot more familiarity with him than he, at that moment, had with her. For whatever reason, and she thinks she knows what, he was, for the time being at least, comfortable with putting aside his own reservations about the implications this might have on time and space if it meant that she could find comfort herself.
She gave him a shy grin. “So I turned you down then, hmm?”
“Great,” he tutted. “Nice to know it was me you said no to, and not the flying-through-space bit.”
She nudged herself to the side to bump his shoulder and chuckled. “Well, I’m here now, so you must have done something right.”
“Oh, I don’t know. From the sounds of it, I haven’t done anything right today.”
It was a suggestion, an invitation to continue, if she wanted to.
The sinking of her heart at the reminder of her today was terrible. So terrible, in fact, that she couldn’t find her words, and only shook her head sadly in response. The soft sound of his leather jacket as his chest rose and fell to his sigh somehow made it all that much harder. When he started to awkwardly pick at the stray cotton string poking out at the knee of his trousers, she managed to find her smile.
“Mention the time bit,” she whispered, turning to look at him, and he looked back at her with his eyebrow ever so slightly raised. “That’s what does it for me, in the end.”
He chastised himself, “I didn’t— I didn’t mention the bloody time bit— well, no wonder you said no.”
“You completely messed up with that one,” she chuckled, closing her eyes to the deep and flat way he said ‘wonder’, and continued, “Actually, know what else you messed up with?”
“Wish I hadn’t bloody offered to stay and listen, now—”
“The regeneration thing,” she scoffed. “Didn’t want to mention that that happens at any point, no?”
“Regenerat— bloody hell, I’m being confronted by a lot of my future in one sitting.”
Her eyes widened at that, perhaps having gone too far, but he grinned.
“Na, it’s alright," he assured her in response. "Promise. I’m not so unused to running into myself in the future, I know how this works, don’t worry.”
Her lips curled into a bashful smile, knowing full well he almost certainly knew the consequences of learning of one’s own future and that, in next to no circumstances, was it a good thing. Still, he had this thing about him, this assurance that he would, somehow, make it okay, and she couldn’t deny his invitation.
“You— I mean— well,” she flustered, realising this was much more difficult that she would have thought. “He... yeah, no, you—”
“Say ‘he’,” he encouraged. “It’ll make it easier, promise.”
Again, with that word, with the softness in which he delivered it, she felt this unravelling as her shoulders loosened where she could just be her. She didn’t have to worry about sounding all clever, like she knew what she was talking about, and now she didn’t even need to worry about the implications of something she’s been told can never ever happen, because he was with her. She could barely keep herself together with it all, with how much she just missed him and wanted him back.
“It’s been a bit… it’s been quite hard. Between us, recently,” she admitted unevenly, but once she felt the relief that came with uncorking the ridiculously tight pressure throughout her whole body, she was powerless to stop herself from blurting out the rest. “You regenerated not too long ago and sometimes I think you’re still the same, and sometimes you— he —” she adjusted, it somehow feeling better to say ‘he’, now “— does things that are so… not you.”
There was a silence in the control room, besides the familiar hum which had of course not altered even within this nonsensical situation. It kept her quite steady, actually.
“He sounds a bit like a prat.”
“You’re not wrong, there.”
“Tell you what,” he began, squaring his shoulders. “Since I’m him and he’s me, why don’t you tell me what he did. I’ll see what I can help you with.”
She snorted. “Told me I was gonna — and I quote — ‘wither and die’, left me stranded on a spaceship three thousand years into the future, fell in love with some posh French woman and picked her over all of time and space, to name just the ones over the last twenty-four hours.”
The Doctor was quiet, and she just had to glance at his expression at that. He did indeed look overwhelmed, as she thought he might.
“That definitely doesn’t sound like me — you sure you weren't just fooled into thinking he was?”
She snickered, although he wasn’t too far off her true musings at this point. “I think when you invited Mickey along, I should have clocked on.”
He really did jolt back in shock, then. “Rickey? As in that sad old sap out there, Rickey?”
“Mmm.”
“The one shaking like a bloody leaf and clinging onto your leg like a wuss?”
“That’s the one.”
He shuddered, and it only made her giggle more. “My god, what do I become?”
“Now you see my problem.”
“Alright, well, I can’t excuse the wither and die bit—” he paused, thinking “— nor the spaceship bit, I suppose. Or even the falling in love bit—”
“Fat lot of good, you are, then.”
“Oi! —” he poked her ribs “— You’re a lot less polite than I remember you being.”
Her smile was so wide that it ached; being here with him and laughing like before, before all the regenerations and the Sarah-Janes and the aristocratic French mistresses was a blissful healing of a wound she had long since thought had sealed up.
“I’m going to need some context over the wither and die bit,” he spoke quietly, a little jest still to his voice.
She frowned, honestly quite against the idea of reliving that conversation last night, and especially not when it was one with another, less recognisable, face than with the one next to her. “I dunno. I guess… I know what you—”
“He.”
She giggled, relieved, and he nudged her knee with his. “I know what he was trying to say, that his lifespan is a heck of a lot longer than mine, and it’s not as if it’s fun to watch us ‘wither and die’, as he so eloquently put it, but it still hurt. Almost like—” she scrunched her nose, thinking of what it was she wanted to say before she heard his calm and patient breathing, his breath and remembered who she was talking to “—like it’s so distasteful for him, that we grow old and all mangly and he just has to sit there and watch it and hope it gets over and done with quickly so he can move on.”
The Doctor was still beside her, his arms folded and leant back while she spoke. He seemed to be mulling something over, and when she looked up at him and saw his profile, his terribly large nose and sharp jaw, she all but melted into his side, tugging on his arm so that she could lean against him.
“He made me feel so bad for being human, and it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like that.”
He was trying to keep himself still beside her, and she knew he most probably felt a little uncomfortable at their proximity, but the fact that he was keeping so still for her reminded her just how much he cared for her in the first place — right from day one.
“Christ, give him a slap for me when you see him again will you?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
She thought about the two of them, if they could meet tonight, and only loved the idea of this him squaring up on the new one for daring to hurt a woman he had known less than forty-eight hours. And she grinned to know that he would, as well, because she knew just how important she had been to him right from the start. He didn’t need to say it, and she felt it even now with a new face, that she was still the most important person to him.
Well, up until today, she had.
“Alright, so you say the spaceship thing—“
“Yep,” she affirmed, punctuating the ‘p’ with an indignant pop. “Rode on a horse through a time window, severed all links with the ship and the future.”
“And you say Rickey was with you?”
“Yeah! Left us both behind.”
He thought for a moment. “How’d you know he didn’t think you were on the back of the horse and he was only trying to leave Rickey behind” — she couldn’t help but laugh at his old dry humour that he carried off so effortlessly, something else she only now realised she missed —“cos I can tell you that seems the only reasonable explanation to that one.”
“God will you stop,” she insisted through her giggles, “Rick—Mickey is not that bad!”
“And on that,” he continued, seemingly unwilling to stop despite her persistent chuckles, “I really cannot explain his decisions behind asking Mickey to join us, you’ll have to ask him yourself, sorry.”
He had such a wonderfully deadpan humour, this one, and for a bloke that wasn’t actually from the North, he certainly could have fooled her. To some, he came off as cold and unaffectionate, but to her, he was hers; she knew his humour so well and had grown so fond of him and the ways in which he made her laugh, knowing that he was doing it deliberately as often as he could only to make her giggle more.
“Alright, and what was that last one?” he asked after a moment. “Something about some French woman?”
Ah, yes. That.
Perhaps he knew exactly what by the way she flinched at his words, because he didn’t follow it up with anything at first. He chose his words well, it would seem, when he prompted,
“Something absurd about choosing her over all of time and space, if I remember you right.”
She fiddled with cuticles around her nails, only realising now how hard it was to talk about — or even think about.
“Something like that.”
And with her sigh, she released her hold on him, withdrawing back into herself at the way everything about her seemed to clench in pain. He wasn’t too unused to it all, then, when she felt his hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. She smiled softly at the gesture that did indeed loosen her a little, but he seemed to notice that it hadn’t entirely when he tapped her shoulder to bring her to lean back against him.
“Well, I will admit this new bloke seems like an absolute git, but I know I can speak for him when I say he doesn’t fall in love very easily at all.”
She swallowed, her throat so painfully tight. “Yeah, m’ starting to think the same.”
He was quiet, and she was really fighting against herself to not fall completely back in love with a man she knew was gone forever. She did love him though, this him, and she missed him so much that the pressure inside her only seemed to worsen until, finally, he spoke quietly,
“Who was she, did you say?”
She didn’t want to respond immediately, though the name rested just at the tip of her tongue, echoing around her mind as it had been all day. So she took a moment's pause before she replied, “Someone called Madame de Pompadour?”
“Ah, yes,” he recalled. “Eighteenth century? Uncrowned queen of France?”
Rose sighed heavily, before nodding her head.
“Sounds average,” he dismissed. “Meet one of them every day, I do. Don’t think it’s quite like either of us to fall in love with somebody so ordinary.”
She had to remind herself, as she had done so many times over the last twenty-four hours, that she was indeed only that: ordinary. Nobody different, nothing that made her stand out from the likes of Sarah Jane or bloody uncrowned queens of France and certainly not one the Doctor, the last remaining lord of time, would so easily fall in love with.
“Anyway,” he cleared his throat, a welcome disruption to her morose thoughts. “I should probably, er, go and find, well, you— time, was it, you said? That’s what’ll do the trick?”
She sniffed, reluctant to let him go, but she did loosen her hold to allow him free. “Time,” she affirmed.
As he stood, and she too, it all felt far too formulaic for them, even if he had only just met her very recently. She couldn’t bear to let him go like this, to remember this meeting so sad, so she looked at him sheepishly with her arms hesitantly outstretched and said,
“Can I?”
He seemed to know exactly what she was asking when he pulled her in for a hug. It took them a moment of adjustment to settle; she being so used to his new more slender form, and he not being used to her at all. But when they did, when everything finally slotted into place and they were them once more, she exhaled and felt all that pain and anguish just… release. He didn’t take it from her, and she didn’t know where it went, but being here in his arms when she had thought she never could have been again felt like the most blissful recompense following such wretched and unjust anguish.
“I miss you,” she whimpered, holding on to him tighter.
“Rose?”
The sound of her name on his lips was a comfort in itself. “Mmm?”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yeah?”
“That bloke of yours,” he paused, and she realised it was for dramatic effect when he whispered, “he’s actually me.”
She giggled despite herself. “After everything I’ve told you about him, you still want to assign your name to him?”
“He does sound a bit like a prat, I’ll admit, but he must have done some good things, too, surely?” She shook her head begrudgingly into his chest. “You wouldn’t still be here if he hadn’t.”
She smiled sadly, and reasoned, “I suppose he did regenerate for me.”
“Blimey,” he flustered, genuinely quite surprised by the sounds of it. “I’ve regenerated many times before, and for many different reasons, but I can tell you never for somebody else.”
She smiled; although she had never really known exactly what happened on satellite 5, she had only managed to learn from him that it was to save her life. He didn’t particularly like to talk about it, she gathered, not because he regretted doing so, but in a way she couldn’t quite decipher. Like he was afraid, almost — although of what, she wasn’t sure.
“You, Rose Tyler, must be quite extraordinary indeed.”
She held on to him only tighter as she felt his words find their home deep within her heart, in a way she knew they would never be able to be coaxed out of again by not even herself. And she knew the man she thought she was going to see tonight felt the same, really, if she was honest with herself. She realised, then, that she wouldn’t have been able to hear if he had said it in that estuary accent; it was specifically him saying it in this northern accent tonight that rang deep and true for both men.
And with that, she felt the imminent dread of knowing she needed to leave.
“I probably need to go tell him I’ve made some paradox, then,” she sighed jokingly, although a part of her wished she wasn’t. If she could only have this, this sweet memory of the two of them at a time where she needed to be reminded that it would always be just the two of them, then pulling away from him now might be less tortuous.
“No need,” he said, and then he tilted his head and whispered, “Looks like he’s already fixed it for you.”
She frowned, but even as she tried to process how he — the other him — could have possibly already done anything to fix this, her mistake, her desperate need to see her old friend and deepest love of her life just one last time in a time of such heartbreak, her heart swelled to know that of course he had.
“No paradox?” she whispered back, afraid anybody other than him might hear her.
He nodded, and she felt him kiss her hair. “No paradox, if he’s done it right. Now go, quick, before we find out if he hasn’t.”
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diamond trail finale — myg
Plot: The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)
Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Yoongi x Consigliere!Y/N
Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+
Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series
Word Count: 3k+
Genre: Mafia | Marriage | Mature Themes/Fluff/Smut
Tags & Warnings: criminal activities, mentions of past abuse (outside of the pair), explicit smut (spanking and very brief anal play), mild violence, coarse language, prostitution, slightly more graphic physical violence in this part (it’s brief but beware)
Authors Note: here's the finale peeps! hope you like how I ended everything off! as usual, let me know what you think of this story and a like/reblog/comment go a long way!
Nectar Oak still had the same atmosphere as it did all those years ago. The smell of allspice flowers and jasmines, plumes of smoke flowing out of the customers’ mouth as their wallets emptied and cheeks glowed from excitement. All the workers held themselves up with the elegance of a geisha despite knowing they’d never be considered to such a standard. You looked up at the height of the building. How much bigger it looked when your mother used to hold your hand walk you around the streets just for some fresh air.
You felt like a ghost eerily wandering the place an old part of you died. You didn’t miss it but you could feel her. The innocence of hoping that you’d never have to work here and the relief of finding a better life. Not the best life. It was still filled with tears and suffering but at least here, she was in power. And she had the people she loved.
Silk red robe draped upon your form, resemblant of a traditional hanbok twisted and ‘modernized’ to create an erotic appeal. Golden vectors curled to accentuate your waist, the band covered your torso to enhance the curve of you breasts and you hair loosely tied by a gold clip encrusted in emeralds. You habitually touched your finger but found it empty, a small twinge of anxiety grew heavy in your chest.
*With a deep reluctant breath, you pulled off your wedding ring, hugging it to your chest before carefully placing it in a jewelry box for safe keeping.
When Yoongi saw you, a cold wave washed over him. Like the cruel turns of time twisted back to those days where he felt the walls closing in on him. Preventing him from holding onto his parents’ legacy for his mother and building his own family. His heart already dropped into the pit but he still noticed the ache. “Let’s get this over with.” He muttered under his breath.*
The owner of Nectar Oak became one of your connections. A solid reminder that things were not as it used to be. You talked to him like you were his equal rather than a worker. He also had enough brains to know he wasn’t talking to a random worker anymore. He was speaking to someone who could break his business in a blink. The thought of it caused sweat to drop on the sides of his temple.
“You know how to promote me, Jung,” you spoke as you two sat in his office. “Just do what you do best and your building will stay safe and funded.” A smile tugged at your lips, sadness gripping your gaze but you knew well to hide it from the likes of his kind.
Yoongi secluded himself in one of the courtesan rooms. He sat on the velvet couch, shirt sleeves rolled up and a cigarette between his fingers, burning eyes fixated on the cameras set up inside Nectar Oak. Particularly targeting you and Jungkook.
The man-child arrived in a half hour. Exactly on time. Black dress shirt and his cheeks sucking in an almost burnt out cigarette, dark hair messy and damp with the look of someone who was given everything he wanted. He blew the plume of smoke as he eyed the courtesans dressed in coloured silk.
Jung, the plump owner of the courtesan house pranced over to Jungkook with a jovial smile. “Welcome, sir!”
“Jung.” Jungkook grinned, leaning against the emerald marble counter. “What’ve you got for me?”
“Only the finest, Master Jeon.” Jung chortled, grabbing the hardcover book designed in teal and gold vectors. Inside were different pictures and descriptions of all the patrons that lived in the current courtesan house. “We have your favourite selections of curvy and petite as you well know. There’s also the special treatments if you require a little more spice.”
Jungkook scanned the book with an air of a teenager seeing a picture of a naked woman for the first time. Hungry eyes finally stopped and stared at one picture. “Who is she?”
“Uh—oh, she’s not quite available yet, sir.”
Hunger turned to determination. “Why not?”
“Well—see her prices—she’s one of our most risky patrons.”
“You’re saying I can’t afford her?”
“No, no no no!” Jung chuckled nervously without hitch of losing his act. “It’s just—only a select amount of customers have actually been able to have a session with her. She has her own ground rules, you see and some extremely challenging—eh—punishments if those rules are abided by. Experienced employee benefits.”
Yoongi had to hand it to him for his marketing skills. Anyone like Jungkook would love a challenge if someone thought they couldn’t do it.
“I’ll take her,” Jungkook said. “Whatever the price.”
“Oh, sir—”
“I don’t like waiting, Jung. Let’s not taint this friendship we have, hm?” Jungkook narrowed his gaze.
Jung let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Of course, sir. I will call her down.” He pressed on one of the buttons at his desk.
Yoongi heard the buzz from the vanity table where you sat.
You stood up from the chair, walking out of the room without sharing a glance at Yoongi so you could steel yourself. The time for softness wasn’t now.
Walking down the wooden stairs, even the echoes of your shoes were too familiar. Time rewound, bringing you right back where you started. No. You mentally shook your head and raised your chin. Your presence lit up the room, silencing the younger members and alerting the other customers. The silk train left behind exuded an air of magic, like wildflowers growing at your every step.
All the illusion of a trained courtesan in this country.
Jungkook stared at you, hunger burning in his eyes as he stamped the cigarette on the silver ashtray lain on the counter.
“Master Jeon,” you said, bowing in front of him. “Pleasure to be of your service.”
“Pleasure is all mine,” Jungkook spoke with the delicacy of a lover but the fire of a conqueror. “Jung here holds you to high regard in this establishment.” He walked close to your form until he towered over you, feeling the filmsy satisfaction for seeing your gaze lift for him. “I’m excited to see what the mystery is all about.”
You side-eyed Jung with a calculated smug smile, reddened lips and eyes moist. “He’s an enthusiastic man but not a liar, I assure you. One doesn’t make a room stand still like this without having a few skills under her skirt.” Your cheeks glowed like polished jewels.
Jungkook chuckled under his breath. “That’ll be all, Jung.”
Jung bowed with a wide grin and walked away.
You held onto Jungkooks’ hand. “This way, sir.” Nervousness faded completely as the mission at hand became your first priority. The scent of opium was thick around Jungkooks’ form as he shifted closer, nudging his nose in your hair slightly. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Master Jeon.”
“Oh? Nice things I hope.”
“Tales of conquering the higher ups and standing up for the street dwellers.” You looked over your shoulder. “You’re a hero amongst the whispers of the alley.”
If confidence had a physical form, it’d be like gold oozing down Jungkooks’ ears and mouth like tears and slobber after sex. He was young. His nerves were easy to tug and manipulate to your whim. “Do you think I’m a hero?”
You hummed with a cheeky shrug. “I like physical proof of things rather hearsay. Lingers more on the mind.”
“I can fix that soon.” Jungkook moved his hand over to your waist, squeezing and digging into the skin. You tried not to wince. “And when I’m done with you, you can watch the chaos I created soon.”
“Chaos?”
“I’ve achieved a magnificent feat of having the Queen of Gae Pa herself…” He pressed his lips against your ears. “…giving herself over to me.”
A tiniest twinge of anxiety tugged at the back of your mind but you stayed steady. “Was I really that obvious?”
“If I could steal all of the most powerful gangs’ precious items, I think I could recognize your face.” Jungkook traced a finger down your cheek. “Must say you’re a thousand times more beautiful than your pictures.” He moved his fingers down to the curve of your breasts. “Your daughter looks just like you.”
The anxiety that tugged now flooded your entire body, hot rushing in then freezing. All in confusing pattern until your head started spinning. Glossed eyes blinked slowly and your chin raised, staying strong.
“I have my own spies too,” Jungkook whispered. “There’s alleys and streets everywhere. Enough sorry souls to do anything for a new life. You understand that, don’t you?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Do you have her with you?”
“Oh no…I’m not that evil.” Jungkook jutted his lips out. “She can stay happily in that cute safehouse. Except there’s eyes always on her.”
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. A neutral expression on your face. “What’s your negotiation?”
“Nothing special. Just for all the Dons to pledge themselves to me.” Jungkook shrugged. “Especially Don Kim and your husband.” He tilted his head. “You also know just as much as I do that I have every measure possible to ensure they won’t say no.” Palm traced up her back to her neck. “And I also require your mind. Despite my little street friends running around, you have the most connections known to the underworld. Your body could be a wild bonus.” He smirked.
You raised your chin, breath sucked in and stuck in your throat. “I don’t want to talk in the hallway. Everything is being recorded.” You spoke under your breath.
Jungkook hummed as you brought him towards the bedroom.
Yoongi refrained from trying to break another mug of coffee. Instead he listened carefully. Anxiety shook through his body hearing a stranger—no, their fucking rival—speak of their daughter. But he knew what had to be done. Eyes sharp, he flickered his gaze over to the corner of the courtesan room. The bed adorned in red and gold silk sheets held a figure, both arms tied to the bedposts and his mouth gagged with cloth, stained with the blood from his fresh glistening wounds.
He stood up from his chair, hands dug in his pockets as he examined the heaving body. “You’re up, Kim.” A sinister smile flashed to Taehyung. Silent reminder on who held one of the underworlds’ pillars. The lead alpha of this country. That same terrifying individual now stood here, heated with anger and the urge to protect his family sent sizzles throughout the room.
Taehyung blinked slowly as the realization hit him.
Jungkook wasn’t coming out of here unscathed.
***
It was the best news you received in a while. They found him. Kim Taehyung.
Your notes at the auction managed to help the spies track down the buyer. Apparently they wanted to be rid of it after hearing of the murders in the other gangs. They kept it hidden in their backyard instead of displaying it. You took it off their hands and sent it to Jwi Pa.
Despite their current clean slate, the gang still had the best trackers. You needed them to find the elusive auctioneer. The moment they saw the ledger in your gloved hand, they were putty. Any request and they would abide.
Kim Taehyung lived in a private estate personally gifted by Jeon Jungkook once he rebuilt Mal Pa to its former glory. As soon as his location was exposed, it took only a couple of minutes of breaking through security and having the man in their grasp. Jungkooks’ weak spot.
Nor Yoongi or Namjoon were happy to see him. Both of them failed to push back their punches but they knew enough to keep him alive.
“There’s a high chance Jungkook will know my face,” you said.
“So send someone else,” Namjoon suggested.
Yoongi tightened his jaw, not wanting to admit the truth that was right in front of him. “She’ll know what to do better than anyone.”
“You have so many talented spies!” Namjoon gestured wildly. “Fucking hell, I hate that I’m the one who has to admit it.”
“A scenario, Namjoon.” You intertwined your fingers together. “If Jungkook sees through the operation, what do you think they’ll do to a faceless spy?”
“If it’s her then Jungkook will be distracted.” Yoongi curled his fingers into tight fists.
“Well enough for me to actually bring him to the room whether he finds out or not.”
Namjoon let out a frustrated sigh. “Why is it so annoying that it’s a good idea?”
“For the first time, Kim, I agree.”
You gave them both sharp looks. “We end this now. No hitches.”
***
Opening the door, Yoongi noticed your glossed eyes. He wanted to hold you right there and then but there was still work to be done. Yoongi knew partly you were maintaining an act. It wouldn’t finish until the curtains were closed.
“Don Min!” Jungkooks’ lips stretched ear to ear. Expression bright and confident of the achievement right in his grasp. In a split second, his gaze flickered over to the tied figure. The golden tones of his skin lost its vibrancy, grin disappeared and his eyebrows in the realization of the bleeding man. “Tae—”
Taehyungs’ groans and screams muffled by the soaked cloth. Eyes flooded with tears as Namjoon closed the door behind Jungkook. There was no way to escape.
Jungkook looked over his shoulder. Both the leaders of Gae and Sutal Pa together in the same room. Caging him in. Namjoon had a satisfied smirk, dragging the stone mallet towards him.
Out of instinct, Jungkook pulled the gun out of his holster and pointed it to your chest. A sense of accomplishment rushed through him when he saw Yoongi raise his gun frantically. He could do this. All that progress to come this far from a street rat to a gang leader. It couldn’t all end here in a second. It was too quick. He needed to breathe. "Want to see which bullet reaches first?”
Taehyung protested through his cloth, struggling out of the rope.
You pushed Jungkooks’ hand to the side with your left hand, causing a stress shot to speed past your shoulder. Right ear ringing, you used your other hand to reach for the grip. Gun now in clasped in your hand, end of the barrel pointed at Jungkooks’ heart.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate taking a shot at Jungkooks’ leg, causing him to drop on his knees with a pained grunt.
Namjoon chuckled with a raspy tone, raising his stone mallet. “What a good day.” He slammed the mallet on Jungkooks’ calf. The crack and scream that came afterwards was one that could haunt you at night. But it was nothing new in the underworld. You try to break the underworld pillars, they’ll break you back ten times worse. It was the law in this hell.
You watched Jungkook thrash on the ground, blood darkening the wooden floor. Mixed with Taehyungs’ loud sobbing. It was a nursery rhyme of nightmares. Melodies of suffering that will melt into the walls of the courtesan house. No one will speak of it but they’ll know. They’ll never forget.
***
The new dawn arrived golden and the birds sung the continuous reign of Gae and Sutal Pa. Mal Pa was once again broken down into chaos as their usurper leader stepped away from his position and hid away after the two gangs made their example clear. Taehyung, still healing from his own wounds, opted to stick by Jungkooks’ side. The new looming darkness over their faces were hard to miss.
“If it’s worth anything, Jeon, you did good.” Yoongi stood over him on the stretcher. “Just not good enough.”
Jungkook stayed silent, gaze averted to focus on Taehyungs’ shirt. “Might not be me but someone else’ll come back to do the same thing. You can’t reign forever.”
The diamond ending of every underworld devil. Every gang had it. That one day when everything falls apart before their eyes and there was nothing to do about it. A fate worse than assassination.
Sun peaked through the buildings, framing Yoongis’ silhouette and casting warmth on his cool cheek. “It’s true. But when it does, it’s gonna be by my hand.”
Jungkook blinked over at him in confusion.
Yoongi smirked, gently tapping his shoulder. “Get well.” That day for Yoongi wasn’t to be shut down by another gang or a new leader. But to throw the match in himself and see it all burn. The beautiful end to his diamond trail.
Jungkook and Taehyung were moved to secluded area, away from any kind communication with the underworld.
Street dwellers will be loyal to anyone that could promise them something good. Now that Jungkook couldn’t provide it anymore, they scurried like rats under Yoongi or Namjoons’ wing. The underworld, even in the top ranks was cruel and brutal, leaving no mercy for even the good-hearted.
When you arrived back to the manor, the first thing was to remove the god awful dressing from the courtesan house. You draped back into your work dress, letting out a sigh of relief that it was all a play.
Namjoon paid a small visit to cast a farewell. Shaded eyes scanned across the mansion, admiring the architecture and paintings. Or just staring at them to avoid eye contact with Yoongi. “So European.”
“My mother grew up travelling between France and Italy,” Yoongi said. He dug his hands into his trousers. “She really liked all the architecture of the old buildings.” His heart swelled remembering the years after their father passed away. They found a new venue and spent over a year just working on the house. It was the most time they had ever spent alone without any kind of distractions from their father.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking—what happened to your mother?” Namjoon asked. “She was quite young when she married.”
Yoongi hummed, a sad smile tugged on his face. “She wasn’t well for a long time. Since she gave birth at a young age, the stress of it had lot of side effects in the long term. She held out long enough to ensure that I wouldn’t have to live with my father alone.”
Namjoons’ expression softened. “I’m sorry. Having a good family member in the household is already a rarity in itself. I can’t imagine losing them.”
In the small silence, you stepped down the stairs. You met the two men with a kind smile, fingers intertwined together. “Nice to see you two playing nicely.”
Yoongi smiled. “Of course.”
You, Namjoon and Yoongi padded outside of the manor into the afternoon light. The black SUV glinted and the guards looked like insects scurrying to their positions so that Namjoon was protected.
Pausing at the end of the entrance stairs, Namjoon turned to face the two of you. “It was fun working with you—just lighten up a little more.”
“Not a chance,” Yoongi stated plainly. “But—it was good not being at war for once.”
Namjoon smirked, eyes flickered to you with a softened expression. “Good day, my lady.”
You nodded in acknowledgement as the male turned on his heel and climbed into his SUV. A sense of relief washed over your form. Yoongi took your hand and escorted you back into the comforts of the manor.
“The diamond gun is back in its original place.” Yoongi let out a long exhale, emptying his chest of the anxiety. “I can take a fucking nap now.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. A silent reminder that nothing was lost in this fight. You were safe and your childs’ location was still unknown to everyone else. “I know what you were doing.”
“You did?” A smile stretched across your lips.
“Taehyung was just a final tick.” Yoongi led you over to the couch, settling down with a deep sigh. “Jungkook was more terrified at the fact that Namjoon and I actually worked together.”
“If you two fought then both the pillars would’ve been crumbling. Easy for Jungkook to break.” You traced your fingers across his raven fringes. “Maybe you two should stop bickering so much. Just in case another street dweller comes in to hurt you.”
“One step at a time, my love.” Yoongi smiled, throwing his head back against the couch. “How’s Jewel?”
Jewel was her nickname. Her eyes shone even when there was no light reflecting off them. Maybe it was just their rosy lenses but you didn’t care. “She’s been moved to another safehouse. She says she’s happy.”
“Good.” Yoongi nodded. “That’s good.” He held onto your hand and kissed it. “We’ll all be together soon for the holiday. I promise.”
“I’ll make sure of it.” You raised a brow.
Yoongi loved his new family.
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