#he rolled his eyes and kicked me out of my chair and whipped one out for me so quickly
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i know it might be getting kinda redundant but it’s MY TURN TO DRAW THEM ON A DATE AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK
I think it goes without saying that Kacchan would go out of his way to win any and all stuffies that Izuku so much as glances at for too long, and Izuku would buy him all the snacks to help fuel his winning streak
and don’t worry! Both boys would do their due diligence to make sure the goldfish lived long and comfortable lives, and for sure give them strong names after pro-heroes
also this is the part where I would give credit to my partner for doing the background for me and I would tag him and thank him for helping me out, but he has no social media whatsoever. still it would feel strange to post it without acknowledging his contribution, so shout out to him<3
#bakudeku#bkdk#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#bnha#mha#my art#i really hate doing backgrounds#when he saw me getting pouty about having to add one and not wanting to#he rolled his eyes and kicked me out of my chair and whipped one out for me so quickly#and reminded me im never gonna learn proper if i dont do it myself lol#he aint wrong#helpful sketch and helpful advice so thanks for that babe#k max you can shut up now
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Brave Enough
pairing: james potter x fem!reader
genre: kinda angsty
el's thoughts: this is part one! part two will be done soon (hopefully) :)
The young girl’s screams echoed through the Potter’s back garden as James forced the training broomstick to go faster. The cold spring morning air whipped through their hair and past their faces causing Y/N to bury her head between his shoulder blades.
“James! You be careful with her!”
“Don’t worry, Mum! She’s just being dramatic as always.”
“I’m alright, Mrs. Potter! I promise!” Y/N called back after smacking the bespectacled boy in front of her. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as they both sat on his brand-new broomstick– gifted to him by his father against his mother’s better judgment.
“Why can’t you just ride the extra one if you don’t want to go so fast?” He grumbled.
Y/N rolled her eyes, “I don’t know how to ride it, you idiot.”
“Then learn how to,” he pointed out.
“I don’t want to,” she huffed. “Anyway, that’s why I have you.”
James could feel her smiling brightly behind him as he chuckled. “Fair point I guess.”
The pair had been best friends since birth, given that their parents were all friends when they were at Hogwarts. The children had heard of all their fun stories and constantly looked forward to making memories as bright as their parent’s when they finally got their letters. They had a good few years before they turned eleven and each day felt like an eternity, but they always had their fair share of mischief and fun to pass the time.
~
Footsteps pounded up the steps of the Potter’s manor. Giggles fell from the eleven-year-old’s smiling lips as she pushed open the heavy wooden door with a bit of a struggle.
“I got my letter!” Y/N yelled into the house as she kicked off her shoes by the front door and slipped on the extra pair of slippers they kept for her. Euphemia’s laughter could be heard from the kitchen and the young girl quickly followed the sound. She ran into the kitchen and slid to a stop by the counter with a wide smile.
“Happy birthday, Darling!” Euphemia placed a kiss on the girl’s cheek. Fleamont Potter followed by placing a kiss on her head.
“Thank you,” she smiled. “I got my letter!”
“We know,” the youngest Potter laughed. “We could hear you from your house.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, “Well sorry for being excited.”
“No need to be sorry about anything, Y/N/N.” Fleamont chuckled.
Euphemia served both children slices of cake before she and her husband left them in the kitchen. James was quick to finish his slice and had started pestering Y/N for hers.
“Shove off, you had your slice.” She grumbled as she slid her plate away from him.
He sighed and laid his head on the counter, waiting for her to finish. “We’re going to Hogwarts.”
Y/N giggled excitedly, “I know! Isn’t it exciting?”
“We’ll be leaving home,” James muttered into his arm that he used as a pillow.
“Yeah…” she sighed. “But at least we’re going together. We’ll have each other!” She smiled brightly at him and moved her plate back in front of her, silently offering to share.
~
“You’ll never guess what happened today!” James nearly bellowed as he strutted through the common room door and made his way to the other marauders sitting on the sofa chairs and couch.
Y/N rolled her eyes and threw herself down next to Sirius. “Lily looked at him!” She sighed dramatically with a hand across her forehead. “Can you believe it?”
Remus and Sirius snickered while Peter said words of congratulations. James glared at the girl as he sat on the floor next to her legs. “That was my news to share.”
“Too bad,” she teased and stuck her tongue out at him.
The loud giggles of Y/N’s dormmates sounded from the door interrupted the guy’s conversation. Y/N was quick to jump to her feet, nearly kicking James in the side as she caught up with the girls. “Save me.”
“We heard that!” Sirius hollered back to her.
“Whatever!”
The girls walked up the staircase and filed into the dorm.
“Guess what I heard today?” Marlene asked as she tossed her bag to the floor beside her bed and walked to the bathroom.
Y/N picked up her bag and placed it on the blonde’s trunk. “What did you hear, Marls?”
“McLaggen has a massive crush on you and rumor has it that he’s planning on asking you out soon. My guess is within the next day or so.”
The y/h/c-haired girl choked on her breath. “McLaggen? Quidditch, future ministry worker McLaggen?”
Marlene shouted from the bathroom, “You’ve spent so much time with the boys you’ve gone stupid.”
“Oh, lay off her will you?” Lily spoke up with a chuckle. “It’s not her fault they were her only friends.”
Y/N rolled her eyes so hard she gave herself a small headache. “Shut up the both of you.”
“Right. Anyway, I just thought I’d tell you so you would be prepared.” Marlene strolled out, shaking out her blonde curls.
“Prepared,” Y/N nodded with a far-off expression. “Wait. This is the first time a guy has shown interest in me!”
The other girls laughed at their oblivious friend. “Oh, girl.”
“That’s far from the truth. But it’s the first time one has been brave enough to do anything about it.”
“Brave enough?” asked Y/N, surprised. “I’m that terrifying?”
“Not you,” Lily sighed. “James.”
“James!?”
~
Hogwarts hallways were always crowded between classes, so it was no surprise to Y/N that she could barely make her way through them to reach her next class. First-years ran between the taller students, and sixth-year students ran just the same. Y/N avoided every nudging shoulder while she flipped through her Defence notes as she walked to her Divination class.
“Y/N!” A voice shouted over the chatter in the hallway. “Hey, wait up!”
She froze in her steps and looked around to spot the source of the voice. McLaggen waved his hand in the air to grab her attention as he shoved his way towards her.
“Hi, McLaggen.” Y/N smiled politely.
“Hey, how are you?” His bright smile made her cheeks hurt just watching him.
“I’ve been good-”
He cut her off, nodding. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”
“Oh,” her eyes widened at his forthright question. “Um, I would love-”
“McLaggen!”
The boy’s face drained of all his color so quickly, that Y/N would have found it humorous if she hadn’t recognized the voice behind her.
“Actually, I think I have plans. Sorry! Maybe some other time!” His words were rushed as he quickly turned around and rushed down the opposite end of the corridor.
‘So much for being brave enough to do something about it.’ She spun on her heel within seconds and strutted over to the group of three who parted the sea of students as they walked.
“You!” She jabbed her finger hard against James’ chest once she reached him. “You obnoxious, annoying, bothersome, appalling, troublesome, dreadful boy.”
“That’s a lot of words,” James muttered to Sirius and Remus who stood beside him.
“Not nearly enough to describe you and how I feel at this very second.” If looks could kill, James would be six feet under where he stood. “Just who do you think you are?”
“Euphemia and Fleamont's son?”
“Your mother would be ashamed of you right now.” Y/N raised her hand to slap his shoulder. “And your father raised you better than this.”
James caught her wrist before she could hit him again. “Woah woah. Hold up, firecracker. What are you talking about?”
She quickly raised her other hand and slapped him anyway. “I’m talking about you scaring off people who have an interest in me!”
The brunette shot a glance of pure horror to Sirius, to which he only responded with a shrug. Remus rolled his eyes and sighed, “You had this one coming, mate. I told you not to do it.”
Y/N turned on the tallest marauders and glared. “You knew he was doing it and did nothing to stop him?”
“I-”
Sirius quickly cut him off in a weak attempt to save at least one of his friends. “We have class, so sorry, darling. And don’t forget, it’s James who’s been friends with you much longer than we have. Okay, bye now!” He reached for Remus’ hand and pulled him into a sprint away from the furious girl.
“Traitors,” muttered James.
The halls started to clear as classes went back into session. However, Y/N couldn’t bring herself to care about being tardy to her Charms lesson at the moment. Her anger cleared but settled into a tearful heartache.
James panicked at the sight of her teary eyes. “Y/N/N…”
“James, why?” she asked with a sniffle.
“I just didn’t want to see you get hurt.”
“But you can’t protect me from that. I want to go on a date and I want to be sought after like the other girls. I want to ask a guy out to Hogsmeade and not be turned down.”
“But Y/N-” James started but was quickly shut down.
“No James. You have chased after Lily every day for the last four years! How is it fair that you get to chase after my friend while I sit back and watch? The only guy I’ve ever hoped would show interest in me, only to watch him go after one of my best friends. Then I find out that you scare off everyone else.” A few tears had fallen from her eyelashes at this point. “How is that fair, James?”
He stared at her with wide eyes. “The guy you hoped would show interest?”
Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach. “No… James, don’t do that to me.”
She groaned loudly. “That’s what you pay attention to?”
“Well, the girl I’ve had a crush on for years just admitted she feels the same!”
“Y/N…”
“You don’t get the right. That’s just mean.” Her voice was so small and she felt so vulnerable. Before James could say another word she cleared her throat. “I’m late for class.” She walked away from him slowly, as if in a daze. She could feel her heart crack in her chest as she walked away. She knew that there were a million better ways she could’ve handled the situation, but now she had to deal with the cards she played.
This wasn’t the end of the conversation, but she just needed a bit of time. Some time to breathe and straighten out her thoughts. She just needed some time.
#james potter#james potter x reader#james potter x you#james potter x y/n#harry potter#harry potter x reader#harry potter imagines#ellora.writes
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Special Guest
Pairings: Husband!Dad!Travis Kelce x Wife!Mom!Reader
Words: 1,816
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pregnancy
“You nervous, boo?” Travis gives you a smack on your ass as you both walk into his home office. You sit down behind the podcast setup he uses to record New Heights every week, adjusting in your seat. “You haven’t told me what we’re doing, so I’m not sure what I should be nervous about.” You adjusted to sit criss cross in the armchair, running your hands through your hair to put it up in a ponytail. The setup was pretty sophisticated, two mics set up in front of the chairs, a large monitor across the room so you could see yourself as you recorded, picture-in-picture, so you could see Jason when he called in remotely.
Jason and Travis had been recording this podcast for just under a year, and you had admired from afar, proud that Trav had something productive to do when he wasn’t playing football. Your husband had boundless amounts of energy, and if he wasn’t doing the podcast, he’d probably be trying to start and not complete projects around the house, driving you up the wall. You eyed a half-built bookshelf across the room that Travis swore up and down he was going to complete, but if you put a book on it, it would crumble into a pile of wood. Travis conferenced Jason in, the background of his stone fireplace and leather chair coming into view. “Hello, love!”, you greeted Jason, who gave you a big smile.
“Hey, sweetheart, how ya doing?” Jason stroked his long, dark brown beard. “I’d be better if you told me what I was doing here today.” You gave Jason a coercing look, and he folded immediately. “Travis had the idea to interview you on the podcast, get the NFL wife perspective.” You looked at Travis as he walked back into the room, Travis frozen in place at the sight of your angry face. “Jason spilled the beans, huh?” Travis handed you headphones and you carefully placed them over your ears. You rolled your eyes at Travis, not sure how this was going to go. You’d already been the target of ridicule when Travis lost a game before, fans blaming you for his lackluster performance. Travis moved to stand over you in the chair, towering over you, his hands gripping the chair on either side of you. Jason was 6’5”, his frame intimidating to many people, but everyone knew you were running the show here. Travis tried to lean in for a kiss, but you turned your head away, earning a chuckle from Jason on the screen.
You crossed your arms to let Travis know you weren’t happy with him. “Listen baby, this is just supposed to be fun. We’ll ask a few questions, tell a few cute stories and it will be over.” Travis looked at you with pleading eyes, your resolve weakening. “T, just last week someone posted on Instagram that me not letting you hit before game day was hurting your receiving yards. I don’t need any other rumors spreading about me.” “If I hear or see anything like that again, I will personally kick their ass.” You thought about it for a second before agreeing. Travis gave you two quick kisses, trying to tickle you to get you to smile. “Stop Travis,” you swatted him away, giggling. “Can you get me a bottle of water before we start” you asked. “Of course, boo.” Travis walked out of the room. “You have got that boy whipped,” Jason laughed after seeing his brother begging for your approval. “I know”, you shrugged, a smirk on your face.
Travis: Welcome back to New Heights baby, presented by Wave Sports and Entertainment and brought to you by our friends at Fireball. The pound-for-pound undisputed best shot of the world. I’m your host, Travis Kelsey and this is my big brother Jason Kelsey out of Cleveland Heights Ohio. New Heights comes to you every single Wednesday or whenever we can get an episode to you. And um, yeah, subscribe on YouTube and wherever you get your podcasts and follow the show on all social media platforms at new heights show with one s.
Jason: Today we have a very special episode, and a very special guest. Travis why don’t you introduce her?
T: Yes, to my left, we have the love of my life, the mother of my two beautiful children, and a 5-year NFL wife veteran, Y/N? How is it going, baby boo?
Y/N: Thank you both for having me, glad to be here. Jason, have you subjected Kylie to this torture yet?
J: (chuckles) not yet, but if this goes well, she’ll definitely be next.
T: This is going to go great! Alright now. First up, we had some fans submit in some questions for you babe, so let’s get into that.
Y/N: Okay, let’s do it.
T: Ok, this is from KCFan1993. “What is your favorite and least favorite part of being an NFL wife?”
J: Least favorite has to be being married to Travis right? You can admit it on the podcast, this is a safe space.
Y/N: (laughs) Fortunately that’s not it, although that would be satisfying to admit here. Uh… least favorite is probably the amount of time we spend away from each other. I’m like a single mother half of the year, taking care of the kids while Travis is on the road.
T: The best mother in the world.
Y/N: Thank you baby. Yeah, that’s probably the worst part. Now the best part is that you get to love and be with someone who is fulfilling their lifelong dream, and it’s such an amazing thing to be part of. T is always so supportive of me and what I want to do, and we are a great team.
T: Aww, thank you baby. Can I tell you the best part of being married to you?
Y/N: If you say what I think you’re about to say, we can end this interview now.
T: (wiggles eyebrows, laughs) Yeah, that is what I was thinking, but I will say you have such a good soul and spirit. Not many people could handle the demands of the NFL, and you do it with such grace and poise.
J: Totally agree. Not sure what I would do without Kylie in my life.
Y/N: Ok, next question, you guys are making me tear up.
T: Alright, next is from Cheeselover55.
Y/N: Great username!
T: “What is your favorite NFL game memory?”
Y/N: Ooh, there have been so many, not sure I can pinpoint one.
T: It’s not me winning the Superbowl?
Y/N: That was definitely amazing, but it’s almost other-worldly. My favorite memory was when we took Bubba to his first football game where he could actually understand a little bit of what was going on, he was maybe three at the time. You unfortunately lost the game, and we met you in the tunnel. You picked him up.
T: Fuck, (laughs) I remember this.
Y/N: Yeah, and he could tell you were sad, and he just grabbed your face with both of his little hands, and was like “Daddy, did you lose?” and you were like “yeah Bubba we lost” and he just looks at you and is like “that’s sad, can we go get ice cream now?”
J: (laughs) Are you kidding me?!? Bubba is officially my favorite after that story.
T: Well, he hurt my feelings, but yeah he is the goat. He does not give a shit about anything that doesn’t have to do food, Paw Patrol, or mama. He knows his priorities.
J:It might change when the new baby gets here-
T: Well fuck Jason, we hadn’t told anyone yet!
J: Whoops, so sorry Y/N! I am the worst uncle, announcing your 3rd child on the podcast.
Y/N: You know what, I’m glad I didn’t have to be the one to announce it.
T: Well, since Jason can’t keep his mouth shut.
J: Again, really sorry!
T: We’ve got New News! Yes, we are officially announcing that we are pregnant with our third child, a girl expected in about 5 months.
J: (claps) Congratulations you two. Couldn’t be more excited to welcome another Kelce to the family.
Y/N: Thank you Jason. We’re really excited.
J: So how is this pregnancy the third time around? Kylie was so glad when Bennie was born because she was like “I’m done. Wrap it up, snip it up, whatever you have to do because I will not birth another child.”
Y/N: (laughs) I definitely was like that when I was having Bubba. I literally kicked Travis out of the room and told him don’t come back until you had a vasectomy.
T: I left the room and didn’t come back until the doctor told me to.
Y/N: I still feel bad about that, because as soon as Bubba was 9 months, I wanted more kids. We waited luckily but I was trying to jump his bones way earlier.
T: Alright now, that’s enough of that!
Y/N: Don’t get shy now baby! I’m enjoying myself now.
T: Sorry babe they only give us so many minutes to record.
J: Travis is like cut the cameras, cut the cameras!
T: Thanks for tuning in, and thanks to our special guest. (claps)
J: All right, now once again, new heights is presented by Wave Sports and Entertainment and brought to you by our friends at Fireball. Follow the show on all social media platforms, new Height Show with ONE S for fun clips throughout the week and thanks to our production for making us look good, we’re really gonna need you for this win. Please love you guys and appreciate the 92% for always tuning in.
T: Until the next time, baby, peace!
Once the cameras stopped recording and Jason had said goodbyes, Travis looked at you, waiting for your response. The baby monitor went off before you could respond, your second child letting you know she was ready to get out of her crib. You scooted yourself out of the chair, your back hurting from sitting for an hour. You walked out of the room, Travis walking close behind you. He saw you holding your back and wanted to give you some relief. “Baby, let’s take a nap, I can give you a back rub.” “I’ve got to grab Sav, she’s gonna want to have lunch.” “I’ll grab her.” Travis disappeared into Savannah’s nursery, emerging from the room with Savannah in his arms. They followed you into the bedroom, Travis making sure you were tucked in and comfortable. “Are you mad at me?” You reached for Savannah, plopping her down on the bed beside you. You looked up at Travis with kind eyes. “Of course, not baby. I had a lot of fun actually. “Can’t wait to do it again!”
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a fic where tough guy Matt is a little bitch to younger sister in a car video
Don’t be a Bitch
Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets
Warnings: Tuff! Guy Matt, attitude, language, etc.
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SLS’s POV
I don’t appear in car videos very often, but Nick asked me to tonight. How could I say no?
Well I would have if I’d known Matt would be acting the way he did.
“Blah blah blah! Get to the fucking point or move the fuck on! Jesus Chris!” Matt said, rolling his eyes and slouching in his seat.
Chris stopped talking and his shoulders dropped.
Most people don’t notice, but Chris has always been kinda sensitive, even if he doesn’t show it.
Nick smacks the back of Matt’s head, causing him to whip around in his chair to be met with Nick’s finger in his face.
“What the fuck is your deal, tuff guy?” Nick asks, still pointing at him.
Matt swats his hand away and rolls his eyes yet again.
“Whatever moron.” He says, shaking his head.
Nick looks at me with his ‘what the fuck is going on’ eyes, to which I shrug.
“What were you saying Chris?” I ask him, slightly patting his shoulder on the left side, out of the camera’s view.
“I-um…I’m not sure. It’ll come back to me.” He says, softy smiling.
Just as I was about to say that it’s fine and we can move on for the time being, Matt speaks again.
“Wow. He forgot AGAIN? What a shocker!” He says sarcastically, shaking his head again with his arms crossed, staring out the front windshield.
“Okay Matt, what the fuck is your deal?!” I yell at him, tired of the attitude he’s had all freaking afternoon and into tonight.
“SLS, I don’t need you to start acting like a little bitch, I already have to deal with these two idiots.” He says, not even bothering to turn and look at me, let alone through the rear view mirror.
With that, I’m out of the car, slamming the door behind me and walking into the house.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I sprinted up to my room, feeling the urge to kick the shit out of something.
Did I do something to Matt?
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Nick’s POV
I’m actually the maddest I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Just because Matt decides to switch on his attitude, doesn’t mean he gets to take it out on anyone else, let alone his little sister.
“Dude! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Chris scolds him, smacking his chest with the back of his hand.
I see Matt take the hit without a word, then stare into his lap, chewing nervously on his bottom lip.
then it hit me.
He feels really bad about what he said.
“Goddamn it! I’m so fucking stupid!” He shouts. Punching a fist into the dashboard.
Chris and I stare at him with wide eyes.
I have never seen him get so worked up before, let alone punch something.
I lean closer too him and rub his shoulder soothingly as I see water begin to form on his lower lashes.
“Why don’t you just go talk to her? It’ll make both of you feel better,” I say to him, no longer mad at him.
He nods, wiping at his eyes before opening the car door.
Chris and I give him soft smiles as walks inside the house.
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Matt’s POV
I’m such a fucking idiot!
I think this the whole way up the stairs to my little sisters bedroom.
I tap on the door with my knuckle, earning a soft ‘come in’ from the other side.
I open the door, walk in, then close it behind me. SLS/N is sitting in her bed, headphones on, staring out her window.
Shit.
I walk over and sit beside her on the bed. If she sees me, she doesn’t act like it. She keeps her headphones on and continues to stare.
I call her name to not response.
I do this one more time before I result in taking her headphones off myself.
She still doesn’t look.
I take a deep breath and began talking from my heart, telling her about how I really feel.
“Sis, I’m so sorry. I had no excuse to call you an awful name and take my anger out on you. I was an idiot for doing so and I hope you can forgive me-“
i don’t as cut off with her arms wrapped around my torso, her face buried in my chest.
I smile at her as I kiss the top of her head, smiling.
“I love you Matty.” She says into her hug.
I grab her and and begin walking her back to the car.
“I love you too kiddo.”
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Bruce Wayne x male!reader
Another teacher oneshot! I want to write more, maybe about how the press found out.
Summary: Bruce and (Y/N) are together for a year now, without the press finding out. But one day that changes and press get the wind of it.
Warnings: Press being invasive, people saying that (Y/N) is cute, Bruce being protective.
(Y/N) smiled as he sat at the back of the manor, the side where there was just a clearing. watching boys running around, playing football. (Y/N) was wrapped in a blanket, due to the wind that was blowing, with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. He wasn't a person to play sports, but he was more than happy to cheer them on.
He took a sip of his warm drink and looked at Alfred who sat down next to him.
" Do you need another blanket master (Y/N)? "
" No, Alfred thank you. And please just call me (Y/N), the title of a master makes me feel rich. "
Alfred simply nodded, but (Y/N) knew that Alfred would refer to him with the 'master' title. He shook his head in amusement and went back to look at his boyfriend. Bruce was wearing a grey shirt, that clung to him because of the sweat, but what made his mouth water were Bruce's muscles. Sure, it seems superficial, but he loved them. He felt safe wrapped in those arms, especially when Bruce got back from patrol.
" How about a break gentlemen? " Alfred yelled out, seeing how they were getting tired.
" Sure Alfred. " Bruce said, jogging towards his beloved. (Y/N) knew what Bruce's intention were.
" Bruce, I love you, but no kisses while you are sweaty. "
Bruce actually pouted, but complied. He took a sip of water, then glanced back at his boyfriend.
" Bruce, no. Shower first then you can kiss me. No ifs or buts. "
Bruce pouted once more, looking like a kicked puppy. The boys snickered at their father's reaction.
" Fine, you win. Guys, eat something. You wait here hun. "
Bruce left and the boys couldn't help but comment.
" You know (Y/N), I have never seen Bruce so whipped for somebody. And I have been with him the longest here. " Dick commented, smiling.
" I agree. Father is whipped for you. " Damian said, taking a sip of his water.
" I would say a simp. " Jason said.
Tim rolled his eyes at the name. (Y/N) simply hummed, fully aware of the meaning behind that word. He wanted to keep up with his students, so he took it upon himself to learn their slang. Urban dictionary was a good help.
" Tim, Jason is not really wrong. Bruce is always ready to take his credit card and simply buy me whatever I glanced at. I looked at Stephen King's book It. A simple glance. What I found the next day, in my room, with a rose and a note saying and I quote: ' Have a good day at work my darling. Your beloved Bruce. ' "
" I remember when you hid his wallet once, you were swamped with gits. I also remember, you said something about giving something for us before the Christmas break. You said something about like something small, like some candy and what not. " Damian remembered.
" And your father got me enough candy for the entire school. I don't think any of you realize how hard it is to explain to your coworkers how you could afford it. " (Y/N) snickered at the memory.
The boys chuckled quietly at that. But that sealed (Y/N)'s spot as the favorite teacher of the school.
" But you position as the best teacher in school was solified. " Dick added, sitting down on the chair.
" Really? " (Y/N), furrowing his eyebrows, looking at the boys as if they grew a second head. he was aware that the students liked him, he was a chill professor, but still wanted their best and always helped those who needed extra help... But he didn't think he was the best teacher there.
" Yup. We would never lie to you. " Jason said, taking a bite of the sandwich.
" I mean, you help us out with our assignments and you proofread them. " Jason said, cringing at the thought of his past assignments. Jesus Christ, how did he pass all of that?
" Don't cringe at the past assignments Jason, you came a long way. "
Jason wanted to say something, but smirked, looking behind (Y/N)'s shoulder.
" Okay, I showered, now there is no escape. " Bruce said, lifting (Y/N) up to sit him in his lap. (Y/N) yelped and bushed.
" My God Bruce, you are like a golden retriever and a cat mixed all in one. "
Bruce gave (Y/N) a kiss on the cheek and squeezed him a bit tighter. (Y/N) huffed, but leaned back on Bruce. He was so warm, ready to drift off.
(Y/N) sighed as he got into the faculty room. His coworkers were all acting as if they were teenagers.
" Okay, is anybody going to tell me what is going on or do I have to turn into Sherlock Holmes? " (Y/N) asked, not having a clue.
" Oh, just this. " JJ said, opening something on his phone. He handed (Y/N) the phone and he nearly died of shock. It was from a tabloid, revealing (Y/N)'s and Bruce's relationship to the world. There were pictures from their date recently... Bastards...
" Why didn't you tell us you started dating again? " Kaylee asked him, all happy for him.
(Y/N) was numb as he gave the phone back. He took a deep breath and excused himself from the room. He took his phone out and called Bruce. He went to a closet and waited for Bruce picked up.
" Hey hun, I know, I read it too. My PR team and I are working on it. I'm sorry. " Bruce apologized, feeling awful.
He can take the heat of the press, but (Y/N) can't. He was never in the spotlight and Bruce liked it. He wasn't ashamed of his lover, he wanted to show him off, but on (Y/N)'s terms. Not in the press'.
" It's not your fault Bruce, I should have known that this day would have come. "
" No, don't say that, you and I should have gone public on your accord. I can always leave earlier from work and pick you up. Do you need me to pick me up? "
(Y/N) smiled at Bruce's proposition.
" Pick me up at 3:30 then, I am substituting today. "
" Will do. Did your coworkers say anything about... Us? "
" Only good things B. "
" Okay. Somebody tries to do something, call me. Okay? "
" Okay Bruce. I love you. " (Y/N) said, smiling like an idiot.
" I love you too hun. "
(Y/N) hanged up and went back to the faculty room. He took a deep breath before entering. Everyone looked at him and JJ looked sad, regretful even.
" JJ, it's not your fault. I'm not mad, just shocked that the news got out. "
JJ nodded.
" Is he treating you well? "Kaylee asked.
" He is. "
" Good. He better. "
(Y/N) smiled.
" And we are not judging you based on your sexuality. " Tamara, the principal said, taking a cup of coffee.
" Anyone tries to, come to us. " Kaylee added.
(Y/N) nodded, taking a cup of warm coffee from JJ.
" So... When did this start? " JJ asked.
" A year and a half ago. " (Y/N) answered, sitting at the desk in the center of the room.
Kaylee smiled and gave him a side hug.
" I am happy for you. If my work bestie is happy, then so am I. But I want to meet him. He needs to know that if he hurts you, we will come after him. " Kaylee said, a dark look going through her eyes.
" Okay, lets not go there. " (Y/N) said.
" If you say so. "
And true to his word, Bruce picked him up at 3:30 exactly. And with the press, who were there watching taking photos and trying to get their attention.
Bruce was leaning on the front of his car, ignoring the press, simply waiting for his boyfriend to come out.
And once he did, he lit up. He stood up, fixed his posture and when (Y/N) was close, he brought him into a hug. (Y/N) didn't mind at all, but they need talk about the press.
" I know, lets go home. " Bruce said, as if he read his mind, pulling away and opening the door for his boyfriend.
And once they were home, they could relax. Well, everyone expect (Y/N). He was stressed out now.
" Hun? Are you okay? " Bruce asked, gently taking him into his arms on the sofa.
" I'm just... Really stressed... And tired. " (Y/N) replied, leaning back into Bruce, tracing random patterns on his forearm.
" I know, I'm sorry. "
" Bruce, it's not your fault. It's theirs. They have no concept of privacy... Bastards. " (Y/N) muttered.
" Hey guys, I will be quick, you are trending on Twitter. Bruce for being with a man and (Y/N) for... " Dick trailed off, not knowing how to finish his sentence.
" For what Dick? " Bruce asked, anger and possessiveness clawing at his chest. He brought (Y/N) closer, nuzzling the crook of his neck.
" For his looks. People are saying that he is cute, hot, adorable... Nothing bad for now. "
Bruce hummed, a bit shocked, knowing how people are judgmental, so the positivity shocked him. Not the fact that (Y/N) is hot, adorable.
" Really? " (Y/N) asked, brows furrowing.
" Yes. Just wanted to let you know. They are saying that you two look adorable. " Dick said, leaving the room. He needs to finish his homework before patrol.
" Huh. " (Y/N) said, after a minute.
" A good huh, or... "
" A good one. "
Bruce sighed in relief. Okay. This is good.
" Would you like me to make a statement? " Bruce asked his lover, giving him a gentle kiss on the back of (Y/N)'s neck.
" Over what? "
" I don't know. Maybe post a picture of us or you, and write something. Or just write a Tweet, but that won't do any justice. "
" So Instagram? "
" I have a great picture of you. And you will be involved in writing it. I need an English major for this. "
" You got it Bruce. "
And they did just that. Bruce posted what he considered to be a beautiful photo of (Y/N), the one where he was laughing at something, on the sofa.
And in the caption:
' I have always said to the press, leave my loved ones out your headlines. That includes my children and now (Y/N). What the press did was beyond despicable, a complete invasion of privacy of someone who didn't want to be in the spotlight. And I am warning the paparazzies right now. Just like I said before, my kids and (Y/N) are off limits. I am not afraid to use force to protect the people I love. (Y/N), alongside my children are not to be followed around school. I will be dragging you and your companies to court if you do. And I'm not someone you want to get caught with in a legal battle. '
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The Taste of Deceit: Hyungline Part 2( Finale- Namjoon 1/2)
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The Taste of Deceit Masterlist
Hyungline: Part 1, Part 2(Jin and Yoongi, Hoseok)
Warnings- Gore, Violence, Grey Characters, Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Unedited. Kindly excuse my errors. if you find anything significantly wrong, please let me know.
It was peaceful for a good moment, the moment right before waking up before she noticed how everything felt muffled. Like her ears were covered. It was not particularly hard to open her eyes, but she needed to find her bearings and assess—
Splash!
"Wake up, bitch!"
It was a snarling, rough and raspy voice that did not come naturally, but only through chain smoking and of course, white powder. She opened her eyes, flinching from the numbing coldness and the wet sensation, a few ice cubes hit right above her left eye and she won't be surprised if it left a bruise.
The man starring right at her had eyes that told her that she was the only thorn in his eyes, as if his rotting life was worth any of it.
(Y/N) mentally rolled her eyes, while registering that her hands were bound behind her with the chair. Thankfully, her legs were free. Ignoring the man, she looked around, it was nothing out of her expectation– an ominously dark basement, while subtly twisting her wrists to get out of the poorly-knotted ropes.
"Oi! I'm talking to you!"
Beyond a certain distance, there were only still shadows and darkness, casting a sense of uncertainty and unease.
"Listen bitch!" The grip on her cheeks was bruising, his blunt nails dug into her skin, threatening to break it "Had I not have the strict orders, you would have been a sorry pulp by now, I'm hold'n back, so you better show me some respect."
He hissed against her face, his breath reeked of alcohol and smoke. If the feeling of his spit over her mouth was not disgusting enough, his hand moving from his cheek settling on her neck hit the nail. His fingers wrapped around her throat threateningly while the other hand groped her bosom.
"Get your hands off." She deadpanned.
He did take it off, only to slap her with force enough to make her head whip to the side and the corner of her lips bleed.
"Fuck the orders I am going to make sure that I fuck the shit out of you until that sorry cunt bleeds—-"
One kick on his stomach sent him staggering away before he fell to the ground, coughing in pain. But it gave her enough time to untangle the ropes and push the chair away.
She kicked again, making him wheeze in pain and breathlessness.
"And I am telling you to..." She began as she sat on him, pinning down his legs
"Fucking"
One punch right on his eye.
"To"
Another punch on his nose, earning a cry from him.
"Take. Your."
Another punch was enough to send two of his yellow teeth flying out.
"Fucking hands. Off!" She snarled.
With one last punch, he was out. His heart was still beating and her fist was numbing. Those were least of her worries.
With her attempts to calm her rushing adrenaline, she searched him for any clues or weapons.
Thankfully, he had a gun tucked behind him and a key.
The basement, or at least that was what it looked like, was oddly empty. An she refused to believe that Namjoon was foolish enough to underestimate her. He was playing a long game and he was fucking cunning enough to be sneaking right under her nose– pretending to be the best fucking lover while playing her.
With renewed vengeance, she rushed to find an exit– a windows might be better than a door—
And there it was, a single shut window shrouded by the shadows in the dimly-lit basement. After checking the gun, she held it tight and in position as she silently approached the window, moving within the darkness. Tentatively, she nudged-open the window.
Nothing.
It was an empty concrete two floors down but no sign of guards or anything. Could be a security system, she suspected. But whatever it was, she had to get out. A living officer was always better than a dead one.
The thin cotton did not obstruct her vision, she could see everything, slightly blurry, but she could see things.
And she saw the gun being fired.
(Y/N) supressed a hiss when her feet met the concrete, her knees wobbled and ultimately met the ground in the process.
Looking back, she realised that it was indeed an isolated building. But, why was it not guarded if she was kept there? How long was she there?
Questions plagued her mind as she sprinted away from the looming building. It was built on the fringes of a wood, and with the skyline gradually dimming, anyone could tell that it was dusk.
If the lack of people near the building was not ominous enough, it was the fact that she had no one chasing behind and no traps on her way to the main highway that truly made her rethink every other reasons or guesses she had come up with before she found herself there.
She needed to contact her teammates first, warn them, they ought to lay low for a good while. By the time she had reached a clearing, it was pitch dark. And while there were vehicles passing by, none of them cared to stop for a waving girl in the middle of a road.
That was until a vehicle did stop. Peeking in, she found a group of girls, cigarettes in hands and as soon as the car window slid down, a waft of alcohol and cigarettes greeted her. Had she been in uniform, they would have earned a ticket for drinking and driving, but she was desperate and only thankful that they helped her get back to the city.
----
"(Y/N)? We have been trying to contact you!"
Kyong was, thankfully on-duty during the night. He rushed to her as soon as she barged into the police station.
"I know a man of his. Might be someone of importance–cut that, he is important in this fucking nexus!"
"(Y/N)…what are you saying? Relax, breath, please."
"Y-yesterday, when we were reviewing the footage, I saw him. I know him!" Her voice cracked before she burst into dry coughs, the back of her neck aching with each jerks.
Kyong was immediately by her side,
"(Y/N), please slow down, here, sit. Have some water first okay?" He gently made her sit on the nearby bench before offering her some water.
All the strain, all the pain finally rang in her system. While she felt slightly breathless, each breath came with a dull ache that refused to be suppressed. After chugging down over half of the bottle, felt slightly better.
"(Y/N), we have been searching for you since two days."
(Y/N) stilled,
"What? But I—"
She stopped mid-way and frantically checked her clothes.
"Hey, hey hey, relax, okay, relax. Lets get you home, hmm?"
"Kyong, its important, I know one of the men who were present in that club last night."
That caught his attention.
"Why didn't you tell us that time?"
"I was at a fix...I needed confirmation."
"He was with that suspect, speaking about a delivery– most probably drugs." Kyong retorted.
"Namjoon, or that was the name he gave me. But he is– he's definitely involved."
"How do you know him?"
"He...He was my boyfriend. Now I know why he was my boyfriend." She gritted through the last word, feeling contempt burning within herself by even associating that word with the man.
"Why don't you stay a the safehouse for now, it's no longer safe for you out there then, we'll figure something out in the morning. Let me update the rest of the team, they're worried sick."
The safehouse was at the most innocuous location, fairly isolated, but not enough to catch any attention. Kyong had been kind enough to lend her the extra pair of clothes he had saved for his night shifts. He was a meticulous man, after all, and it showed when he made sure to check every nook and cranny of the safehouse and ensure that it was only two of them there.
"Everything you need is in the bathroom and pantry. Just don't step out, okay? And don't answer anyone other than me or the rest of the team. You look tired."
"I'm fucked up. Everything is." (Y/N) muttered, gulping down her tear.
Kyong stood in silence, before patting her back "Look, I don't know what course we take from here, but I know that we are a team, okay?"
(Y/N) could only nod.
—-
The night had the veil of calmness, but the frequently flashing sky gave a warning.
(Y/N) hated the rain. Despised storms.Especially stormy nights.
"Dad—"
"Listen, here, get in here."
Her father opened up a narrow passage and ushered her in, even for a six year old, it was a snug fit.
He shut the net opening before sliding hangers full of clothes over the place.
She could hear faint banging on the door, the rattling of the door knob, that only grey louder...
And louder...
And
BANG!
She woke up wheezing, only to realise that someone was indeed banging on the main door. Wiping the sweat on her forehead and neck, she realised that she had fallen asleep sitting.
"(Y/N), open up, it's me, Kyong." Kyong's muffled voice floated into the sunlit apartment.
Checking her phone, she realised that she had six missed calls from her colleague already.
"Coming!"
She rushed to open the door, only to find Kyong in his uniform still.
"Didn't you go home?"
"(Y/N), you need to come to the station. Now."
"But why? Did you find Namjoon?"
"Listen, I have informed Sir and the rest of the team, they will soon be in the station. We had found a video in our investigation, couldn't keep it from our superiors, you are summoned in the police station for interrogation."
"W-what? But why?"
"Long story, I will brief you on the way, I requested them that I take you there, they were sending someone else."
—---
"Is that you Officer (Y/N)?"
It was a CCTV footage of the same evening she escaped from that abandoned place, but the first-half was cut off, it was only her punching that sorry excuse of a man.
"Yes, he-he was the one keeping me there!" She pointed out.
The two officers, both her seniors straightened up and assessed her. (Y/N) knew that look, they did not believe her. But why?
"(Y/N), that used to be the local police station decades ago. And man you hit, is a retired officer who even won an award for excellency." One of the officers revealed.
They both were her seniors, superiors of Officer Byuk. They were sent from headquarters. She had no idea what deeply wrong had gone in those two days, but Kyong had briefed her.
Apparently there was a wide-search for her when she went missing, no trace. At the same time, there had been two more shipments of cocaine. Successfully. Also, some classified documents from her home were missing.
Namjoon...
Or at least that was his name.
He had been to her apartment so many times, had 'waited' for her to come home a few times. But even once slip of chance was enough, that sneak got too many of them. No wonder she was being interrogated.
"Sir this is not—"
"Officer Lee." Officer Byuk finally made it to the police station, followed by Dok and Han, who stood beside Kyong on the other side of the room.
"Officer Byuk, its nice to see you again." One of the officers– Lee greeted him with stiff smile and a short handshake. "This is officer Hyuk, we have been sent by the headquarters in order to interrogate Officer (L/N)."
"I see, good to meet you Officer." Officer Byuk nodded with a formal handshake with the other officer "I would like to see the proper documents."
"We have orders, from the headquarter Officer." Officer Lee asserted.
"Officer (L/N) trained under me, she is a part of my team. I have the right to know, please," Officer Byuk gestured towards his office.
After a couple of moments of tense silence, the two officers followed him reluctantly, leaving her with her colleagues.
"(Y/N), you alright? We had been so worried!" Dok and Han rushed to her as soon as the officers were out of sight.
"Yes, I'm good. I don't know how...I mean that man he spoke as if he hated the police and I–I had to escape."
"I don't understand..." Kyong spoke up as he neared them "How did they get the footage? The first half-gone. It's no coincidence."
"Some files, regarding the information of officers in charge of dockyards are missing. The copies were with me, and they're gone. Kyong. I fucked up." (Y/N) sighed, running her hand through her hair.
There was nothing but anger and despair. Had she not been so fucking stupid, she could have had Namjoon in the interrogation room instead.
"You're not stupid, we all have major fuck-ups." Dok was quick to comfort his colleague and friend.
"Yes, our superiors have probably had major fuck-ups, but what matters is to how we respond from now on. What has happened, has happened, cannot be undone anymore. But its a war now, team, we only lost the first battle." Kyong encouraged. "We need to alert the stations near docks, they need special security."
"So, what now?" (Y/N) asked the most obvious question.
"Depends, if Sir Byuk manages to convince them of your innocence, there might not be further—"
His words are cut short when the three officers return in the room.
"We have had discussions regarding your involvement in an retired officer's murder."
"Murder?"
She checked, he was breathing!
Officer Byuk shot her a warning glance before recollecting himself.
"We have the footage of you punching him." Officer Lee spoke up "But there are enough loopholes for us to reach a conclusion, like the missing first part of the footage."
"I have had a words with the headquarter and it has been decided..."
She kept her breathe while Officer Byuk spoke.
"That an official investigation would be carried out, until then Officer (L/N), you are not allowed to leave the country, or work here. You are relieved of your responsibilities until proven innocent."
She was innocent!
She wanted to scream out. But at the moment, she chose to do what she must.
Accept the situation with a graceful and stiff salute and bow before giving away her badges and card.
—-------
File after file laid on the floor as she rummaged through her house, all were in place. Except for the few mentioned missing, nothing seemed out of place. No bugs, no more missing files, no camera. Nothing.
Kyong and the rest of the team had assured her that they would prove her innocent and support her. But it was not their battle now, it was not about duty anymore. It was fucking personal.
She had no badge for the time being, no uniform, even the official gun needed to be submitted.
That was not much of a worry though, she had another licenced one. But this...Her job, her uniform meant the world to her and it were all at stake. She wished to be like her father. But everything in front of her was crumbling.
As she looked around in despair, she tried to think though, tried to put aside the cracks she was feeling and—
The doorbell rang.
(Y/N) walked up to the door in caution, making no disturbance as she checked the peep-hole before hurriedly opening the door.
"Sir?"
Officer Byuk walked in, his gaze flickered at the mess behind her before he fixed his stare on her.
"Are you hurt?"
"No Sir. I beat him up because he was the one I found waking up."
And he fucking touched me with his dirty hands.
Officer Byuk spoke up after a moment of silence
"Lets talk over coffee. You have coffee?"
"Yes, yes I have coffee."
She told him everything. How she met Namjoon, how she felt a bit off and how she found out about his involvement with RM.
"You are fool." Officer Byuk had no filter.
She had known him ever since she was a child. Almost at his retirement, the officer had been her father's close friend.
"And if you are already feeling miserable and want to give up then I am disappointed, I did not recruit a weakling."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
There was another stretch of silent as her observed her.
"You have been a fool once, don't be one again by not investigating things yourself. Start from the beginning." He passed her the ID that had been seized before.
"Its temporary, but it may help. I have the original one with me, don't worry."
"I just don't understand...why did he go for me, not some higher up, had that not been more beneficial?"
"We don't understand a lot of things. Like that retired officer's involvement with the underground. That just makes it clear that no once can be trusted. But since you are not serving anymore, at least officially, use this opportunity to get your hands on this Namjoon or whoever that was. He could be our key."
"I don't think its easy."
"Nothing is easy, start by proving yourself innocent. But don't sit here and wait for that snake to strike." he sipped his coffee "Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir!" She straightened.
"Don't disappoint me this time. And here, from now use this sim. Yours is no longer reliable."
He passed her a sim card. He came prepared, because he still had faith on her. And she was grateful to him, to her team who were standing by her while everything was pointing against her.
She would not disappoint them again.
"I give you my word, Sir. No more stupidity."
"Good. Now get to work." he nodded before speaking again " And put more sugar in your coffee from now on. What a bitter taste!"
—---------
Well, she had decided to start from where it all began. First, she tried to have the CCTV footages recovered, only to find out that every six months, the footages are deleted. So she had no footage before six months. While she spent hours looking at each and every footage of her and Namjoon, there was not much to be noticed.
Then she questioned the barista regarding the man who visited the cafe with her often.
"Since how long had he been coming here?"
"Ma'am, quite a while, maybe...six months?"
"More than six months?"
"Could be, I am not sure."
"Has he visited this place this week?"
"No, I don't think so."
Namjoon had vanished from the face of earth. Or so it seemed. Every place she had been to, even the economics professor whose identity he stole, nobody seemed to have much of a clue.
He was smart, she would give him that.
"Yeah?"
"You found something?"
It was Dok on phone while she passed through the busy streets of the city.
"Guess, what, that old hag you punched in the video? We've found something that might help. He was under investigation when he was serving, in the nineties, but he came off clean. I have informed Byuk Sir, come to my home, we review the file, and see if we can find something to put shit on him."
"Great! I'll be on my way."
Finally, finally she had something! Well, at least hopefully.
She had half a mind to inform the rest of the team, but since there was no solid confirmation, she decided not to disturb them.
-----
Dok's apartment was around thirty minutes by bus, along the way, she picked up dinner for them. Her stomach grumbled at the delicious aroma wafting out though the packaging.
Pressing the doorbell, she waited with tapping foot for Dok to answer. She knocked when no one answered for the second time.
"Dok! I am starving already and the food is heavy." She yelled through the door, hoping that he would hurry up.
She rang his doorbell again before calling him this time. The faint sound of his phone ringing floated out, but there was no movement, not even the faint padding of feet or shuffle.
"Dok?" she knocked with urgency this time, growing concerned.
She head the faint slow shuffling. Relieved, she waited for him to open the door so that she could pour out an earful to his lazy—"
Click!
"Dok you—"
The door opened, and the terrified face of her friend greeted her.
"Dok? Dok?" He said nothing through his laboured breathing, falling on her immediately. She help him immediately.
"S-save—"
With a jerk of his body, his head fell back while she had only begun to register the blood all over and an open gash on his back.
"DOK! DOK?"
She realised that had been shot too late, he was not breathing anymore. The blood soaked through her sleeve while the food laid on the round.
"DOK! DO—" She saw a flash of the red dot before it disappeared and without a second thought, she rushed towards the open window
"OI! DON'T HIDE YOU VERMIN!"
With raged eyes and rushed movements, she searched through the line of buildings. But with unshed tears in her eyes and under the veil of the dark night, it was all futile.
—-----
Blue and red lights covered the area near the apartment building and yellow tapes filled the entrance of the apartment. (Y/N) stood numb by Officer Kyong, his overcoat covering her stiff form. Every sound seemed slightly off, every movement felt slow. But this time, he could not keep her tears in. They flowed free as she watched Dok's shrouded body being carried out of the place into an ambulance, the while shroud marred by slight patches of blood.
Han and Kyong held their heads high, not letting a single tear flow out under the weight of the uniform. She felt Officer Byuk's hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"Go home, child." His voice was heavy as he spoke, as if holding himself back.
She stood still, even after the ambulance left, her eyes remained fixed on the spot.
"He had some...He was telling me he found something." Her voice lacked emotion, and strength but that caught Kyong's ears.
"What do you mean?"
(Y/N) licked her lips, recalling the phone call "Dok...He was saying something about finding evidence that would proof my innocence."
Kyong's hands balled into fists.
He nodded, feeling a twinge of resentment bubbling in, but he squashed it immediately.
"This...Whoever..." He began lowly, "Probably has the evidence now."
(Y/N) stood in silence, eyes stilled on the road.
"(Y/N), tell us everything, don't keep anything from us. We already lost a teammate." Han was barely holding back.
"But for now, go home." Kyong advised.
She hummed absentmindedly. Sleep. She needed that.
—---
The rain pelted against the window, fogging it. While the city sky wept, (Y/N) laid on her back in her darkened room with dried tears. Her thumb pressed on the switch of the nightlamp by her bed, only to switch it off after a moment's stillness. It was a pattern that kept repeating, the ceiling lighting up simply, with vague shadows, before plunging into darkness once more.
All she saw was Dok's pained and terrified face in front of her, even with her eyes open. And once she closed them, all she saw was the dreaded night when...
"Dok you—"
The door opened, and the terrified face of her friend greeted her.
"Dok? Dok?" He said nothing through his laboured breathing, falling on her immediately. She helped him immediately.
"Th-thirty four..." he whispered into her ear "Thirty—Ah!...S-save—"
His head jerked back.
She had told the police each and every detail she could remember in her state. But something in her refrained her from revealing this little information. An officer ins trained to distinguish their intuition from any other form of panic and emotion, and rely on that intuition. It was the same intuition that pointed Namjoon out, and it she had been a fool to dismiss initially. She did not want to repeat the past mistakes.
The constant buzzing of her phone snapped her awake. She had not even realised she had dozed off.
With bleary eyes, she picked up the call in a daze.
"Hllw?" She slurred.
But there was no one greeting back. But there was something—
Breathing.
(Y/N) stilled, now alert as she waited with bated breath.
"Hello?" She tested.
The breathing quivered for a moment before slowing down to normalcy again. But there was no verbal reply. But this time, (Y/N) waited.
"Oh Little bird..."
The audacity.
Her hands balled into fists as she sat up straight, in a smooth, steady motion.
"I wish things would not have had to be so hard...But you—"
"Why?" She asked lowly through gritted teeth.
"I was dying to hear this voice" he sighed lightly and paused for a moment "It's business baby, nothing personal. I just hoped that it would not have to be you. The police tries to meddle with our business, we fuck it up royally. But I have an offer for you, little bird..."
She remained silent. She could almost feel his smirk.
"Come to me, lets forget the past. We can be the same again, but this time you have no officers barking orders at you."
"Why this kindness?"
She could hear his shuddering breath again.
"Oh, Darling, you would not believe me if tell you now...But I feel bad for that officer. That made you upset..."
All she could think of was Dok's face and the number he had whispered into her ear.
"You..."
He took a light but sharp intake when she began.
"...Fucked with the wrong person."
With that, she cut the call.
This was not about her duty or the police department anymore. This was personal now.
—-----
"Did you find any device in the apartment?"
(Y/N) was currently at Kyong's place, both of them sitting in the living room with coffee.
"Devices, like what?"
"Dok had called me to inform that he had found something that would proof my innocence. And Just before I can reach him, he...he is murdered."
"So you are saying that he was being spied upon?"
"I have no other explanation right now. If I were the target, why was unharmed? They are trying to pick us out, one by one, they know us, they know the team."
Kyong hummed.
"What if Dok was not the only one being spied upon? The rest us are probably on their hit-list. But I don't understand...You came out unharmed."
"It was a set up. They framed me for murder of a retired officer, they made sure to kill Dok in front of me. Its psychological game they're playing."
"In every way, you were the one present there so the suspicion would point at you."
Her mind went back to the call. What was the purpose of it?
What did he want? What did his boss want?
"Keep an eye out for danger, alert your family and friends as well, better to put some officers for their safety. We need the help of the intelligence department Kyong, this is not a police-thief hide and seek. It's a war."
-
The road was isolated, but as much as she remembered, it was the same road she escaped through. It was dark again, and she knew that it was expected of her to return to that place. But she had no option, her Kyong and Han had no other option. Under the night sky, everything seemed off.
"Lets park our car here, if we take it into the woods, people might be alerted if they are there." (Y/N) suggested.
As soon as they were out of the vehicle parked safely out of sight, they mingled into the woods. Dead leaves crunched under their shoes as (Y/N) led them further in.
"Are you sure that this is the place?" Kyong asked as they ventured deeper into the woods.
"As much as I remember, yes?"
"Remember? (Y/N), do you realise that one of our teammates is dead and we have guns over our heads, and if we don't find them first, we will be dead!"
Kyong was frustrated, and no matter how much he wanted to keep those thoughts away, they were bleeding through his subconscious.
Clouds of breaths escaped (Y/N)'s lips at that. She understood him, she understood his fears and where he was coming from. But she also knew that there was no other way but to tread in the darkness until they find an anchor, a clue– something, anything.
"I know how this feels—"
"No, you don't. Dok is dead (Y/N)."
"I know he is and it kills me!"
"Okay, you both– we are going to alert people if we keep raising our voice at each other. Dok is no more and they have hit us right where it hurts. There is nothing that can be done until and unless we find this...RM. Whoever it is, they had Dok killed, they had (Y/N) kidnapped and they are waiting to pounce again."
Han's words had both of them looking away. Kyong pushed his hair back– he had never felt helpless and frustrated to this extent.
"Let's...let's keep going, the place is here somewhere."
With that, she resumed walking ahead.
(Y/N) recognised the silhouette of the building from a distance. She signalled the rest of her teammates before the three split up. Taking cover of the darkness and the trees, they stalked closer to the building. It stood with an innocuous appearance, but (Y/N) knew better.
She signalled Han to follow her before swiftly and stealthily making her way towards the building walls. Attaching herself with one of the walls, she watched as Han moved to the opposite walls. After the entrance was surrounded, Kyong moved straight to the entrance of the building.
Both (Y/N) and Han peeked out as Kyong inspected the entrance before giving them clearance and entering, they followed, all of their guns intact and pointed in front of them.
"Number three, anything important? Over."
(Y/N) asked through her headphone as she searched the upper level of the building, kicking open empty doors, expecting to find something but there was—
"No, all three rooms all clear." Han replied.
Her eyes narrowed as she focused her flashlight over a dusty desk. Everything in the place was covered with dust and cobwebs except the half-burnt cigarette. Her gloved hand picked it before sniffing.
Realisation struck her as she shoved the cigarette into her pocket before rushing out of the room.
"Number three, number two, danger incoming 10-0, copy that!" Her eye scanned the area for people before she found gliding through the walls. On the ground floor. She duked in immediately but continued to move.
"Number six, message received."
"I see them moving, take cover!"
She descended with stealth to the ground floor, following the men. Watching them closely, she loaded her gun in silence. Deciding the wall was a good enough cover, she switched to Kyong once more.
"Shoot!"
And with that, bullets surrounded those criminals from both their sides, catching them off guard. They did not intend to kill all of them. She heard some glass shattering from upstairs.
Four out of the five men were down, the other had taken cover behind a wall.
A bullet shattered the glass behind her. She was exposed to the people above.
With no choice, she backed away into a safer cover. while the other man made a run for it
Left with no other choice, (Y/N) chased him into the woods. She faintly heard Kyong's warning call for her but that did not matter. Nothing matters but to take back that man alive. It was a trap and he would be the one proving it. This chase could be a trap as well. But worth the risk.
The bushes, leaves and brushed past her in a swift blurs of sounds and sensations as she chased him. All she could think of was Namjoon's deceptive smile and Dok's dying face.
He was a quick runner and a dodger. The rock he hurled at her came flying towards her, she was quick enough to save her head but it hit her shoulder. And did it hurt bad.
(Y/N) gasped and stumbled due to the jolting pain.
It was just moment before adrenaline pushed her to resume the chase. He took a sharp turn and she almost stumbled before following him.
It was muddy slope with a bubbling creep a few feet deep when she finally grabbed him by his shoulder.
He elbowed her injured shoulder kicked on her stomach, sending her doubling over. This was enough for her grasp to loosen, giving him an opportunity to escape.
He had made it to the creek, his legs ran fast to cross the creek, stumbling a little before—
"ARGH!"
He cried out as the clear water of the creek darkened with crimson. He clutched the side of his knee, but could not stop the blood from gushing out.
His hand reached out for the gun tucked behind him but a heavy boot pressed down on his hand, making him cry out.
"I have him. Over."
(Y/N) informed her teammates, slightly breathless, but keeping her boot pressed on his hand.
---
"There was no need to tie a cloth over the wound, won't say a fucking word!" Han was growing frustrated.
The tied man only grinned through his bloodied teeth. It was quickly becoming clear that it was not his first time being interrogated.
"I'm being nice for the last time— who do you work for?" (Y/N) spoke through gritted teeth.
Her shoulder and throbbed and felt slightly heavy, but the tied up man was the potential key to prove her innocence and to get her hands on Namjoon.
No, her main target was RM, Namjoon could be dealt with later.
She shook his thoughts out of her mind and straightened up.
"And if I don't?" He asked, breathless from the pain. "You can't even arrest me." He cackled at their face
"Listen you little shit—"
Kyong was about to pounce on him but (Y/N) stopped him.
"Kyong, we need to handle this carefully if the department comes to know—"
"So what?! What more can happen? Dok is fucking dead already and they were here to kill us too."
"And that is exactly why we must be calm!" (Y/N) asserted, but Kyong only scoffed and looked away with disdain.
"(Y/N), they knew we were here. They were fucking waiting, that's why you found the bloody cigarette! We are risking our lives just to prove YOU innocent!"
"Kyong! Stop it, we are a team." Han interjected.
"Han, Dok is fucking dead trying to prove her innocent." He shoved a finger at her" Important files are missing from her home because she blindly trusted a fucking criminal! Why didn't you cross-check his identity first? Are you that incapable? So fucking blind? It cost US! The WHOLE FUCKING DEPARTMENT! Byuk Sir is under fire because of her sloppiness!."
"Kyong—" Han tried to intervene.
"No what the hell are we doing? She almost led us to our doom!"
"Kyong stop it!"
"WHY SHOULD WE? Does she even realise what her love affair has cost us?" Kyong screamed his anguish out on her.
(Y/N) stood still. His words hit her, but she would not show it. She had lost enough for showing her vulnerability to people.
"I know how difficult the situation is."
She began, calm and reserved.
"And I promise you both–"
"What are you? Five? We don't want fucking promises (Y/N), we need results." Kyong spat
(Y/N) sucked her cheeks, maintaining her cool.
"I promise you both...if anything goes wrong, it will be only me who gets under fire. I take all the responsibility. But now, we must work together. This is exactly what they want, for us to lose faith in ourselves." She whispered to Kyong, quiet but assertive.
Kyong's gaze locked with hers in a hard, long stare before he looked away.
"I need a smoke. Get him to talk."
With that, he left the room.
(Y/N) and Han turned to the man sitting against the wall. Amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Pathetic, aren't ya'll?"
"You really are asking for broken bones, huh?" Han gritted out.
"You think a brushed bullet can get me to speak? Years ago, another officer tried to be all macho and righteous." He chuckled and sniffle "Shot dead in his home...So think again fools."
Han kicked him on his stomach, making him double over and cough out saliva, but he sniggered.
Han was about to kick him again when (Y/N) chuckled out, shaking her had. Her eyes were a cold but sure warning as she licked her lips. The previously amused grin vanished from the man's face at the sight of her sharp smile with a shaking head.
"You have, never been properly interrogated before."
She whispered out, stalking towards the now alert male while her colleague stepped away.(Y/N)'s hands rested in her pockets, painting the most deceptively casual picture. But as she sat to his level, looking at his eyes, the man stiffened.
Wordlessly, she took his right hand, unbothered by his violent struggles as she held his forefinger, before her other hand brought a needle and pushed the pointed end right under his fingernail, earning a blood-curling scream from the man.
Kyong rushed in, but only watched from the doorway as the man writhed and shook under her unrelenting hold and cold gaze. He wheezed when she took the bloodied pin out, only to thrust it again with greater force, making the man wail out. She moved her leg and pressed against his wounded knee as he gasped and shook, crying out for mercy.
"Who sent you?"
"We—W-we got orders—right–high–higher up–higher up–aaagh!!"
He gasped out.
"Who do you work for?"
"H–Henchin–Lee Henchin—"
"He is only the drug peddler. Who is he working for?"
She took out the pin before moving to his next finger, thrusting the pin underneath the fresh fingernail, he cried out again.
"I don't k–Knowww eeeaAAa!" He wailed
"I am going to put this pin right through you eardrum if I hear this bullshit again."
She sounded like she was explaining a life lesson.
"I really—I r–really don't know!" He wheezed out, gasping as she twisted the needle, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay...Who are his biggest suppliers?"
"H–H–be–we–we collect from hyve–hah"
"What was that?" She leaned in closer
"Hybe...we collect from there—aah!"
She finally let go of his hand and wiped the needle off his blood.
-----
"Lee Henchin? We have no evidence against him, he runs two very exclusive clubs and has a restaurant under his name, but he is a big name (Y/N), I can't just allow that."
"But Sir that man did take Lee Henchin's name, we even recorded his confession—"
"By using violence? You know that it would not work. Besides, Henchin's a big name, we have some clue of his association with prominent yakuzas. I am not letting you three meddle into that."
"But Sir, this is our golden chance. He is going to bring us closer to this RM." (Y/N) almost could not believe what she was hearing, but after Dok's death, she knew where Officer Byuk was coming from.
"No (Y/N), you think we have not tried to get to that little rat? We lost two men, not even their families were spared. You have no idea how deep these roots run."
"Three, Sir. We lost three officers in the span of seventeen years."
Officer Byuk looked at her, surprised.
"And so we need to pull these roots out once and for all."
She added.
"You think its easy?"
(Y/N) looked away, having no answer to that. She went straight to Officer Byuk's residence after the 'interrogation'. It was deemed dangerous for the three to travel together to an officer's house.
"Sir...Dok is dead, our teammate is dead and we know who did this."
"And you three will be too if you go after him. We originally started this mission to know about RM's connections, we found that. And we stop here, this would be passed to the higher ups."
"And it will stay there on some unknown desk collecting dust. We know that too Sir."
Officer locked her gaze with a stern stare.
"I am not ready to lose more of my able officers. There is already an investigation going over you, focus on finding evidence against that officer's connection with the underworld."
"But that is connected to this! Henchin might be out key to prove my innocence."
"That would not help as much as you like to think. None of you are going to go after Lee Henchin. Am I understood?"
(Y/N) stared back, frustrated, angry, but silent.
"Yes, Sir."
-----
"Why did we just leave out phones in our cars?" Kyong was visibly annoyed, but had complied to (Y/N)'s demand.
"Because, I think our phones are being tapped."
(Y/N) replied before sipping her tea. She missed a good cup of that. When she...was with Namjoon, she had introduced coffee to her regular diet. Not replacing her tea, but reducing the consumption.
That man had crawled into her mind.
"Well, how did they know that Dok had some important evidence? And when we went to the same spot I woke up in?"
"So you called us here for this?" Kyong had been cold ever since their fight, and while (Y/N) had tried to be understanding, his behaviour was getting on her nerves.
"I am not found of wasting people's time, Kyong. I called you all to tell you that Officer Byuk will not allow us to go after Henchin."
"WHAT?"
"Why?"
"Guys, keep it low." She hissed, avoiding all the glances and turned heads in the cafe.
"But—but we have his name...Henchin can be a key to prove your innocence as well (Y/N)."
"I know Han. But Henchin, has a record. Most of the cases against him and his pubs are either inconclusive, cold or abruptly closed. There were officers who went behind him, they are all dead. Byuk Sir just does not want to risk our lives."
"But, we are fucking close." Kyong hissed
"We already are taking on this mission without any supervision from the higher ups. He says that he would be sending the details to the intelligence."
"So Dok's death means nothing to them?"
Kyong was understandably upset
"I don't know about them. But we care." (Y/N) reassured.
"But Sir just dismissed any further action."
(Y/N) hummed at Han's words before picking up her filled cup and taking another sip.
She looked at the two, their eyes held question, but also resilience.
"Sometimes...duty comes first, obedience to authority, second."
There were three officers dead in the span of twenty and four years. One, five years ago, second, twelve years ago. And third...seventeen years ago.
Seventeen years ago when she was a six year old child, and she witnessed her father's death.
Because he was the first office to go behind Lee Henchin.
"We will go. Lets start planning."
-----
"Are you sure he would be present in this club tonight?"
After tracking him for a week, they finally had his schedule. Thanks to the informants.
"I'm 99% sure." Kyong replied.
"What do you mean by 99%?" Han was visibly tense.
"Relax, we can never be 100% sure of anything here, can we?" (Y/N) assured him, eyeing the area with a mask of normalcy.
The tree of them came here as any other guest looking to rewind a bit. It was easy to acquire false names and use false information. The club was booming with life, a Friday night in all its glory— messy, lewd, merry, drunk and dancing– everything all at once.
"The VIP and VVIP section is on the first floor, the second floor is off limits, the basement harbours the storeroom an kitchen. Keep eyes on all those heading up. And keep in touch. I will go mingle into the crown from the front, you both choose either corners."
(Y/N) decided, the two nodded before the three separated, moving to their chosen directions. With her mask on and eyes done, (Y/N) made sure to take on a disguise. Her eyes wandered away as she danced her way to the centre, among the crowd of swaying, jumping bodies and flashing lights, all she could see were people who either wanted to burn, or escape, or perhaps both.
Calmly, she ran her eyes over the place, brushing away intruding strangers and drunk office workers. It was a glamorous place, it was a sorry place, it was a safe place for 'deals'.
"Attention, suspect spotted, going up, follow. Over." Han's voice cut through the thrumming music.
"Received, following."
The first floor was quieter, but not untouched by the loud music below. Kyong motioned them to to stay on the darker portions, avoiding cameras. One of their informants worked as a bouncer there. Had it not been for him, they would have no weapons to defend themselves.
The three followed as the three men, surrounded by two bodyguards ascended further. Second floor.
Kyong motioned towards the bathroom before walking in.
If the second floor was off limits, the stair would be the worst way to take. So they had to climb through the bathroom window into the store room of the second floor. Kyong opened the window and entered quietly, only after he was sure everything was clear, signalled for the two to follow. The room was dark, but clear of any threat for now. The informant needed to be rewarded heavily. With practiced stealth, the three made their way out, staying close to the wall, waiting.
A guard entered the seemingly empty hallway, only to be pulled by the neck into another sharp corner, the back of a gun came down heavily on his head, knocking him out immediately.
Han motioned his teammates with a positive sign as the unconscious guards slid down the wall. Dragging his body into an empty room, he took hold of the card required to unlock rooms. They were playing with fire. But it was an absolute necessity.
As they passed through the seemingly empty hallway, in search of those—
"Team."
Kyong and Han turned to (Y/N) who stood a few feet behind, eyeing a certain door.
"What is it?"
"I think this is the room."
"How do you know?" Kyong eyed the room.
"Yes, we can't be sure." Han added.
"You are right. Do one thing, you two go ahead, I will check this room."
"(Y/N), are you out of your fucking mind?" Kyong hissed "We can't just—"
"I will keep you updated."
She assured them, leaning in to check. So far, silence. Slowly, she pushed the door open to peek in.
Empty.
"Go. We have limited time."
She urged before they could speak up.
Glancing at the room number once last time, she slid in with caution.
Room number 34.
Had it been a pitch black room, she would not have take much of a risk. But the room was unlocked and dimly-lit. An indication that someone was about to come in, or had recently exited. Using the closet to hide, she slid behind the hanging towels and some washed curtains. The gaps in the door design allowed her unobstructed view of the room.
"In the room, watching. Clear for now. Copy that."
She informed her colleagues through the interconnected earbud before checking the number of spare bullets hidden in her shoes.
Now all was left was to wait. Patience would bear fruits. Or something like that along the lines.
She waited patiently for over an hour–still and quiet until the door the the room finally opened. And the room was illuminated further. Leaning away more into the darkness of the closet, her ears perked up at the sound of footsteps.
And finally, the person was right in her viewing range.
"Any updates?"
Kyong's voice rang in her ear. But she did not reply, she could not.
"Number six. Any update?" This time, it was Han.
"Number two and three...take shelter. Over."
She whispered to the earbud, while her eyes watched the man in front of her.
Officer Byuk.
He made himself comfortable over a cushioned chair by the window in the room after taking out a bottle from the mini fridge in the room. But he took out two glasses and did not uncork the bottle.
She waited in the closet another hour with anticipation before she heard a knock. Byuk instantly rose up and went to answer the door.
"Hello Officer Byuk."
The voice had her tightening her grip on her gun. Ready to shoot.
"Finally, come in please."
She waited with bated breath before the second man came into her viewing range, right in front of her.
"It's a pleasure to see you again Officer."
Namjoon's voice was deeper than she remembered, a gravelly edge that somehow made him sound exactly like the cold-blooded criminal that he was.
"Lee said he's on his way. He will join us shortly." Byuk spoke up, motioning towards the set table.
"Let's wait for Lee." Namjoon offered.
"No alcohol for him today, he's on antibiotics he said." Byuk replied, finally uncorking the bottle and filling the glasses.
"Any new updates?"
"The officers were close. But now that the threat is diffused, I think Lee needs to lay low for a while, some of the officers might not let this go." Byuk replied, sipping on his drink.
Namjoon only hummed.
He lookers slightly different than a month—
One and a half month. It had been almost one and a half month since she had last seen him. All she remembered how lively, kind and gentle he looked. But the man she was looking at now had a sinister edge to him. He always had that, he simply hid that well. He was no longer sporting hair she had last seen him with. It was cut short, somehow enhancing the sense of danger that shadowed his presence.
Her eyes moved from him to Byuk– Uncle Byuk– the man she trusted the most in the world. The one man she had put her blind trust on. She exhaled slowly, trying to keep her bubbling rage at bay as she began to connect the dots.
"Number two and three."
There was no response.
"Number two and three?" She hissed, turning tense with each passing moment.
She loaded her gun noiselessly. Something had gone wrong.
Byuk's phone rang.
"Please excuse me." With that, he picked up the phone and listened. "Shit!" he hissed, cutting the call. "I think I need to get out of here, there are two officers in disguise in this building, I will order them to shoot them at sight."
"Don't kill them now." Namjoon spoke up before rising from his chair, Byuk followed "And there are not two officers, but three."
With that Namjoon marched up to the closet and swung the door open, making her gasp. Before she could injure him, he grabbed her wrist and dropped the gun to his hold.
"Tch, that's dangerous little bird."
The nickname made her sick.
"Think of your friends before you do something."
He whispered coldly while dodging her attacks. Byuk stood there, pale as soon as (Y/N)'s gaze found his while she struggled in Namjoon's hold.
"Easy, Little Bird, we just met, what's the hurry?"
This little shit!
"She will kill us Sir, finish her!"
Byuk's words were the final nail on the coffin. She wanted the write the ending, but perhaps fate had other plans. She could only pray that Kyong and Han get away safely.
"Mind your words, Byuk."
Namjoon's voice dipped lower and Byuk visibly gulped.
"Bu–but she knows now."
At that, Namjoon looked down at her. Finding her eyes still on that imbecile, he gripped her cheeks and compelled her to look at him.
"But she won't let anything happen to her friends, would she? Lee's men already have them. And all they need is a nod from me."
She hated being close to him, and she hated herself even more for realising that she missed him, she missed his proximity, his touch, his eyes, his smile, she missed his voice. She missed him.
His thumb rubbed her cheek with a softness she had yearned for one and a half month. And at that moment, she wished that he were a different man, she wished she never met him, she wished that she never fell in love with him.
"What do you say Little Bird?"
His hold on her was firm– there was no use of struggling anyway, one phone call and Kyong and Han would meet Dok's fate.
He leaned closer, his fingers on her cheeks effectively preventing her to move away. It was an ambiguous feeling when she felt him inhaled a long, sharp breath before breathing into her. Their breath mixing was like a reaction set to scatter the world around.
"My offer still stands, Little Bird. But of course, the choice is yours."
His voice was milk and honey, a mocking smirk on her predicament.
"Sir, we have the two officers." A new voice emerged from the entrance and he finally let go.
She turned to look at the man she had only seen pictures of. But his presence filled her with a sense of disgust she never knew she possessed.
Lee Henchin was an aged up man now, but the wicked shadow he possessed overpowered the room. He glanced her her with a curious tilt of his head
"This one could do for the VVIP clients. One of the girls escaped, we need a replacement anyway for tomorrow."
She felt cold, but the sheer amount of hatred in her urged her to break his face. Maybe take out his teeth– one at a time.
"The Lady is not for sale, Lee." She shivered when Namjoon growled from behind, pulling her closer to him.
And as she watched Lee Henchin's previously confident stan falter subtly, she understood who pulled the shots in the room.
"You can do whatever you want with the rest of them though." Namjoon added.
She tensed at that, and he felt it too, she knew that when he asked her
"Isn't that right, little bird?"
The silence was only a beat long, but it held oceans within.
"Offer accepted." She muttered out begrudgingly.
"What was that honey?" He rose an eyebrow, barely containing his smirk.
She would have slapped that smirk away had it not been Han and Kyong's life at stake.
"I accept your offer. But you will let them go safe, in one piece. And they will never be bothered again."
She looked up to meet his eyes– the deep brooding eyes that reminded her of unwritten poetry and hidden classics read on rainy days were now swirls of storms themselves– all the harsh murky days, the hovering, ominous clouds, the sharp, sudden thunderbolts and the deep rumble that followed.
"Lee, tell your men to release the two. Throw them out of the club."
"Uh–I did not know that she was—"
"Officer Byuk!" His voice rose, cutting Henchin off "Make sure the two never reach here, or me sniffing."
"As you wish, Sir."
He took a completely different way out to reach his car. His hand though gripped hers. Outside stood an imposing car in the middle of two others. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her, keeping a close eye as she settled into the farthest corner.
But he was least bothered by that. He finally had her in his grapes, and that was all that mattered.
"I'm sorry Little Bird but I can't quite trust you so soon." He urged her to give her hands, keeping his voice gentle.
She should know that he meant no harm. He was not the villain, the world was. She narrowed her eyes at him.
(Y/N) knew that she had no choice, not at the moment at least. It was narrow path and the only way was the way ahead. If she was going to die...Well she did not know anymore. Namjoon's behaviour was odd so far, it kept her guessing.
Swallowing the bitter pill, she placed her hands on his tentatively, only for him to lock them behind her. The coldness came engulfed her wrists soon after.
What a fucking irony.
The cop being handcuffed.
She ground her teeth to keep herself from reacting the way she truly wanted.
"What—"
Just as she thought that it was over, a black cloth over hear eyes rendered her blind, making her jump, ready to spring into action. But Namjoon's hold on her tightened.
"Shhh, take it as safety measures, Jagi, nothing else."
He cooed at, tying over the blindfold.
"It's' not necessary, I can't go back anyway." (Y/N) felt the simmers of panic in her belly.
"I know Jagi. But I don't take chances with capable people."
It felt simultaneously like a warning and compliment. Perhaps it was. He knew her capacity, and he was not taking any chances. With a defeated sigh, she leaned on the expensive leather of the car, feeling the engine rumbling into life before the slightest jerk indicted that the car was now in motion.
----
The villa was settled near an isolated road that harboured a stretch of moor on the other side, beyond which laid a highway cutting through a small woodland. And the housekeeper made excellent tea.
There were five of them— those visible at least– her, Namjoon, the housekeeper, a maid and a cook.
A month in the place, (Y/N) at least knew that Namjoon held a high position—Namjoon was his real name after all and it was a stupid as well as smartest move to pull, given that he was, at least very close to the highest and he had spied on her and the department for a long period of time. No one would assume that he used hi real name, criminals never used their real names. She was, though yet to decipher how many of them were hiding in the woods.
"More tea, Madame?" The housekeeper who has been adamant to not tell her his real name, offered to refill her empty cup.
"Thank you, Pep."
(Y/N) nodded to him, smiling faintly as he refilled her cup for the second time.
"No more mooncakes, Pep, I want my tea just as it is."
"Sure." He put away the mooncakes, while she sipped on the tea, watching the wind sweep through the moor in orchid waves.
She kept her eyes on the scene outside, while her ears strained to hear Namjoon on the phone. But he was inside the house and the walls were soundproof.
It had only been a month but to her, it felt like a decade since she had gone to work. Everyday, before her eyes would battle against sleep, all she could think of was Uncle Byuks' betrayal and Lee Henchin.
Lee Henchin...
"I am so sorry, Jagi. My absence sometimes hurts the business."
Namjoon walked up to her with his pretentious apology.
"Why bother to stay back then? Your blood money flow is affected."
He only smiled at her words before turning to the housekeeper. Taking the clue, Pep walked away, leaving the two alone.
"Nothing, (Y/N), is more important than you."
"I don't understand this game..."
And really, she did not. She had no more information to give him. Officer Byuk knew more than her. Had more access. Then why was he even interested in her?
"I did come close to you with the intention to be closer to the ground and have some files." Namjoon confessed, looking away to the moors while he sipped his coffee.
"But even if you don't believe me, Little Bird, I fell, and I fell hard and stupid in love with you." He eyed her for moment before his gaze dropped on his share of mooncakes.
He loved everything sweet, she had learnt.
"Even if you don't believe me, I do not blame you. We have a lifetime to ourselves."
" That's very confident for man who has a boss to answer. What would RM think when they come to know that you an officer?"
Namjoon leaned back, not even a flicker of doubt passing on his face.
"I don't answer, Little Bird."
She frowned and put her cup down.
"Why?"
He smiled indulgently at her, but to her, it felt condescending.
"I don't answer to anyone, Love. People answer to me...I am RM."
She felt cold and parched all over.
—-----
Kyong bit into his apple while his eyes remained on the screen in front of him. No, he refused to believe that (Y/N) was dead, as 'evidence' had shown. He would not have believed that Dok was dead had he not seen his body himself. But (Y/N)...He had not seen her body. It was only her gun–bloodied gun. But again, there was no confirmation whose blood was that.
That was a work too lousy to be professional. It was a cover up, and a poor cover up if he may add.
And he won't be at rest until he finds out where (Y/N) was bring her back.
—--
"I'm dead?"
(Y/N) whispered in disbelief as she watched the tv screen. It was a follow up news. And she, like those cold cases piled up inside shelves, was herself reduced to one of them— a cold case that may fascinate many, but not bother any.
"Who put backs news channels here?" RM hissed at Pep who stuttered in his presence.
"I fixed a monthly plan, they must have added—"
"Take that down. Now."
Her name and face was long gone from the screen. Like a flipped page, it was another day, another news, another race for TRP.
But her cheeks trembled.
She was dead to the world, her traces, her existence was wiped out. Even if she were really dead, there was no family to grieve for her. The only person closest to be called a family was the one to give her one final blow.
"Hey, hey, its just to make sure that no one comes after you, yeah? And we can start afresh."
Namjoon's face shielded the screen as he cupped her cheeks, eyes searching–trying to read her, reassure her. Make her feel the safety she never would. Switching the television off, he focused on her again.
"Don't think too much about that, okay? Why don't we..." looking around, he whirred his brain before his eyes landed on a golden wrapper "Why don't we make chocolate together? Hmm? You love baking right? We can bake later."
As if that would help. She was spiralling and she was spiralling fast.
She let him lead her to the kitchen while Pep hurriedly helped to set the ingredients. But her mind was running far away. Was there, really no choice? No hope for freedom?
—---
"It's cold, wear a coat."
Were Namjoon's first words as soon as he was back from his home office and into the bedroom.
"But, we are alright inside?"
(Y/N) was confused. Anybody could tell that it was cold by the blanket of snow covering the moor, some browns still peeking out, but over all, it all stretched white.
"We are going out for a walk." Namjoon smiled at her. The surprise must have been apparent as she put away the book she was reading and sat up straighter.
"Like, now?" Her eye widened in surprise.
He nodded, watching her closely, but there was a softness that did remind her of their older days, but it held something different, something more. She was, finally having the chance to step out of the place after two whole months, and there was no way that she would let this opportunity go. But there was a part of her that seeped in disbelief and suspicion.
Why would he risk it so soon? There had been no indication of him beginning to trust her. Then why?
"I know that the news of...your death charade was a bit too much. But I did what I thought was an absolute necessity. But I cannot bear to see you sad, Little Bird." He walked closer, sitting on his knees to meet her eyes.
He waited for a verbal response, but there came none. She only nodded.
The sound of snow crunching had something satisfactory in it. And as they walked through the snow. Namjoon pulled up the warm scarf.
"Its cold, Jagi, be careful."
(Y/N) nodded and fixed the scarf over her nose as they walked through the snow-covered moor, towards the white woods. His hold remained firm over her other hand though. Fingers intertwining, slithered between the gaps like he had slithered in her life.
Namjoon could not help but look at her with fondness. Even though there was no trace of a complete smile, there was a ghost of it somewhere— a spark in her eyes that had been somewhat dimmed in the past month. Namjoon hated that. He knew that he had hurt her and things had been going hard enough as it was. But, the news headlines about her (faked) death might have been the final hit. She was crumbling, and Namjoon hated that. She had suffered enough. He could always deal with Henchin and Byuk later. But she was his priority.
He kept a close eye on her, while his hand squeezed her gloved ones every now and then as they walked closer to the woods.
"Its a pretty sight."
"You like it?"
Of course she did, the way her eyes took in every detail, it was clear as day that she loved the winter wonderland the small woods would turn into.
"We can..." He weighed his options "We can come here everyday if you like?"
Without another word, she kept walking, her eyes fixed on the ground as they passed through the trees.
"What are you looking at?"
"Huh? Sorry just—what did you say?"
Namjoon observed her a moment before looking away, "Lets go back."
"So soon?"
"Hmm, I don't want you catching cold."
Tugging her to take a turn, he strode back to the villa. His grip, even through the gloves felt tight. Once back, he ordered Pep to prepare tea for them before marching back to the room.
"Is that what you have planned for me? To be your prisoner?"
Even after two months, nothing changed, and her patience was waning."
Namjoon looked up from his tea, eyes gleaming before he put the cup down and sat up straighter.
"You are no prisoner little bird, don't call yourself that. Did you not hear my offer?"
"I accepted your offer. I am here with you, on your whim, in return of my friends' lives."
"No, that's not it. I told you, come with me, you will have more power than a miserable uniform can ever give you. And by now, I assume you know that the silly ideals you were holding onto, hold no place there."
She stared back at him defiantly as she slowly sipped her tea.
"These 'silly ideals took us to Henchin'. We had him that night..."
"Until I appeared."
"Until you appeared."
"And he still lives."
"He is useful to me (Y/N)."
He killed my father.
He killed my father.
He fucking. Killed. My. Father.
In silence, she sipped her tea.
—------
"Why didn't you accept the invitation, it has been a while since we've gone out drinking?"
Han walked along with Kyong, who strode to rush out of the police station as soon as he could.
"I'm not in the mood Han?"
"You said the same last week."
Kyong finally stopped "Because I was not in the mood to go drinking last week too." he sighed out, annoyed.
"Okay, how about this Sunday? You and me?"
"Han, I'm busy this Sunday."
"You dating, man?"
Kyong sighed at the question
"No–I am—Listen Han—"
"No because there is something bothering you. Look, Kyong, I know that losing both of our friends like that is and has been hard so far. It has been three months since (Y/N)'s..." He eyed Kyong cautiously, who only threw him a withering glare before looking away "(Y/N)'s demise."
"Han...Let's not talk about that."
"This is exactly what we need to talk about— first Dok and now (Y/N). I feel guilty too. She sacrificed herself. Lee was going to kill us but—"
"I fought with her, okay? I doubted her, she was the one in trouble and instead of being understanding, I blamed her for Dok's death! That–" he pointed his finger down, moving it with force "— is guilt!"
"Kyong...You can't let this consume you forever, can you?"
Kyong did not reply. (Y/N) was alive. And he was going to bring her back, even from the depths of hell if it were to be.
—-----
The gentle snowfall had now turned to occasional blizzards that left a good few feet of snow for days. It was no surprise to her that their daily walks were suspended. But it did come as a surprise when she woke up one a gloomy morning, only to see Namjoon all dressed up.
"Good morning little bird, did you have a good sleep?" He turned to her as soon as she had begun to sit up.
"Are we going somewhere?"
"Me, not you." Namjoon replied, fixing his cufflinks "Be good for me while I'm gone,"
His voice was airy as he approached her to place a delicate kiss on her forehead. Yet his eyes were another story— they held a clear warning.
"The blood-business needs the big bad mafia?"
"Business is business, Jagi. There is only profit, loss and sides. Nothing else."
"So it is important."
"The maid has prepared breakfast, if you want, I can have it brought up." He diverted the topic
"No, thanks, I will take it downstairs."
"Okay. I might be late, do not wait up for me. Sleep on time, okay?"
She looked up to him before looking away with a dismissive nod.
Namjoon sighed, "Things would have been different had you just taken up my offer."
"I am here, am I not?"
"Not willingly. You are holding on some stupid ideals."
"Why must I trust you? You broke my heart– they are my friends who stayed with me. I am not holding on to any ideals anymore Namjoon"
I have a purpose.
Namjoon sucked his cheeks– a tell tale sign of his draining patience. He was a patient man, she would give him that– and perhaps it was the calmness he executed his plans, no matter how cruel– that sent sent chills cascading down her. He was not the one to run with impulse, rather, with a cold, meticulous plan.
All the more difficult to decipher.
Namjoon was a man to not mess with. And while he was an extremely patient man, every man had a fuse. She was in no position to try her luck.
Wanting to be out of the situation, she got off the bed and tried to walk past him, when his hand coiled around her waist, pulling her closer to him, while she kept looking ahead. Yet, there was a pit forming in her stomach.
"Those men had been too near you for my liking. If I wanted, I could have had them ripped apart." His hold tightened as he continued "Limb. To limb. And still have you here."
This made her turn to him– her fiery glare matched his cold contemplation.
"But I did not want that. I do not want you to hate me. So don't make do something that is going to cost our progress." His breath was hot on her skin.
Without another word, she jerked his hand away and strode into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
Once inside, she waited for a good few minutes before she switched on the flush, then turned the shower on. She had heard the muffled sound of door closing. Opening the bathroom cabinet noiselessly, she rummaged through her sanitary needs before a packet came to her grasp. Dipping her fingers in, she fished out the phone she had hidden. Having checked the bathroom lock one more, she moved away from the door while her thumb rushed to dial a number.
The person picked up after a single ring.
"Kyong?"
She whispered.
—-----
Namjoon waited. Eye glancing on his wrist watch ever so often. He did not like to wait. He was the one make people wait. But this deal was important for a business boost. The larger the company, the easier it was to play the cards.
"Where is he, Lee?"
Namjoon's voice did nothing to show his thinning tolerance. He only flicked his lighter on and lit up the limited edition cigarette to keep his cool. The argument was in his mind, her fierce stare showed no spirit of reconciliation and this was worrying for him. He needed her to see how futile everything was– everything she believed in, and how powerful she could be with him. He wanted her loyalty, only then he could marry her. And if he would not marry soon, one of his rivals would and have a heir before him. He had spilled enough blood to be on top, he did not want more bloodshed. They all had their share when he killed the previous Don and took the throne.
"Jardo, my friend!"
Namjoon looked up to see the awaited guest walking up to him.
"My sincerest apology for the delay, businesses have trouble, Sir..."
"RM."
Namjoon corrected him before accepting the hand he offered for a shake.
"Jardo Alec, kindly have a seat."
Lee offered the seat right in front of Namjoon.
"So, your dealings in the Latin world is famous here too."
"Not here, its all over the world."
Namjoon tilted his head.
"I have a schedule, Alec, and I would get straight to the point. There is a shipment of merch-material coming for the factories under Hybe. It will stop the your coast for some custom issues– deal with it, refill the packs inside the material and ship it."
"Well, there has been negotiation regarding the price—"
"Seventy million. I want the pure, white and the yellow ones. Put them inside capsules" Namjoon interrupted.
Jardo sat back, surprised at the lack of negotiation.
"You have got your pockets full, RM."
Namjoon smiled while rising up and buttoning his suit, the rest of the men mirrored his actions.
"Lee will inform you regarding the rest. But I need the shipments before the top five groups begin their world tours."
"You want to sell in the concerts? That's a risky job."
Namjoon took in his cigarette, letting the fumes enter his system.
"Its a risky business."
----
Kyong's eyes took in the computer screen that showed the targets. He the location of the guards loitering in the woods near the villa. Namjoon was out in months. Surely, the guards would be on high alert.
His specialization in hacking did come handy when he was able to get past the security system of the cameras outside the villa and in the woods as well, to note the movements of Namjoon's men. But he could not stay for long, the breach would be eventually detected.
He noted their movements for a few hours before retreating. There was a pattern, but that was not his problem. The problem was the fucking high-functioning front with a camera that overlooked the area. He needed to find out first who had the control of the drone.
—--
"The risotto was delicious Pep."
"Thank you Ma'am." Pep smiled, bowed and retreated.
Just as she had finished her lunch, the gates of the villa opened,
"The weekly groceries are here, Madame."
"I have just finished lunch, don't bother about me, go fetch that."
Pep bowed lightly before rushing to open the door. Bags of the listed items were carried in by two sturdy men.
"Do they have the chocolates I ordered?"
She followed them into the kitchen as Pep prepared to stock up the pantry.
"Oh, here it is." He handed over the box of chocolates to her. Her eyes flicked over the two men there, then on Pep before she open the box.
"I will be in the bedroom Pep, have the evening tea sent up, will you?"
"As you wish, Madame."
She nodded before popping in one of the chocolates in her mouth and walking away.
Once inside the confines of her bedroom, she sighed. Nearing the intercom, she tossed away the chocolate box and picked up the intercom. Taking out a chip from her mouth and wiping it clean, she took off its plastic coat and glued it to the back of the device.
—----
"I don't understand, what do you mean by lost data?"
Namjoon was tense. How could it be? They have lost a dozen of profiles of their guards? Check for a breach."
"Checked Sir, there was none. It seems like a glitch." His men from the other end of the phone explained.
"Okay, send this case to the higher up. I don't want another sloppy hacker job."
Well, the day could not get any worse.
It had been two days since his confrontation with (Y/N) and she had been colder than before. No snide remarks, or witty, scalding comebacks, just the silence. Jardo and his deal was facing an obstacle regarding bribing the customs, and now some of his guards' biodata suddenly went missing.
Namjoon was on edge. Her jerked his tie to loosen up as the car sped through the muddy countryside road. The melting snow and the icy wind did not help.
"Bring me me a coffee!" He growled as soon as the housekeeper opened the door for him.
"Sure, Sir."
Tossing away his dirty overcoat, he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes looked up to his room, usually, the lights would be on, but the room was all dark with the door wide open.
"Where (Y/N)?"
"Upstairs, Sir."
"She's not in the room." He pointed while taking the steaming cup from the housekeeper's grasp.
"She's on the terrace Sir."
He stopped just as he was about to take a sip. "The terrace? It's fucking dark! Why is she still there?"
He did not wait for an answer, instead, he ascended the stairs.
The terrace was lit up, as usual, just not empty anymore.
"What are you doing here?"
Her back was facing him when he reached the terrace
"I was bored."
She replied without turning.
"There are plenty of subscriptions for you, there are video games"
(Y/N) finally turned as he neared her.
"Thank you." Her honeyed tone stung.
"How long are you going to keep this up? What the fuck—-" Namjoon stopped mid-way, recollected himself after a long breath and resumed "What do you want?"
"You know what I want Namjoon, and even with all the money you can't give it to me."
"I can, once I begin to trust you."
"You proved me dead to the world! You have officers on your payroll, and you are still afraid."
"I am never afraid!"
With a roll of her eyes, she brushed past him.
Fuck it!
Namjoon turned around and strode behind her, grabbing her arm and jerking her to stop and turn to him.
"I've had enough! You think you can torment me like that?"
With a tilt of her head, she assessed him "I think its working. Cool off, Namjoon."
His hold only tightened.
"I have been patient enough, have I not? How long are you going to keep—"
"I do not play with people Namjoon. And then you have the audacity to complaint." It was not an outburst like before– it was plain, cold and as much as he wanted to deny– factual.
"You can't keep this up."
She rose her eyebrow, infuriating him further "Watch me." this time, she forcefully jerked his hold off and walked away.
Namjoon just stood there. Heaving. Burning.
Cool off.
The words did nothing to cool him off. In fact, it had the opposite affect. He needed her. He love her and she needed to know that. So he rushed after her. Chasing her like a lifeline, the only hope of survival.
Desperate.
Angry.
Passionate.
He did not know what came after what, or how many more emotions he was feeling. But he knew he loved her.
And that it hurt when she refused to believe him.
She was already in their room, walking in just in time as he rushed in, kicking the door close. But when she turned around to tell him off, his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck before he pulled her into a burning kiss.
It was like an imprint on his soul– he had been waiting, he had tried to be patient, but she was stubborn, and fiery, and righteous– he loved her, he loved everything about her, but above all, he would love to let his darkness bend her righteousness.
He felt her tugging him closer. He knew he was ingrained in her. She loved him too. His movements were quick and rough as he got rid of her clothes, not caring if he ripped them away in the process, removing his own as well.
It was static energy in the room, thick passion and meaning line between insanity and passionate.
"You fucking get on my nerves sometimes!" He growled, parting her legs with a firm, sharp movement but surprisingly, not rough.
"I thought the boss never loses his cool?"
He chuckled humourlessly at the poking.
"You wanted me to beg you, didn't you? Beg you for forgiveness and tell you how right you were?" his thumb found her pearl with practised ease, her sharp intake of breath only fuelled his desire "I do not beg!" he hissed on her face, playing with her pearl "I. Beg. Nobody!"
"Tell that to yourself Joon–keep telling that to yourself until you fool yourself." She replied breathlessly, somewhat grappling with her wit amidst the onslaught of pleasure coming down on her.
Joon.
Namjoon froze at the nickname. She had called him Joon after so long. It was like returning home after a hard exile.
His movements slowed down eventually, but never came to a halt. He leaned in and kissed her with tenderness– all the tenderness he could have in his heart– the remaining, the newfound, the churned, the ruined.
It did pain him to see her surprised eyes. A remained of the painful fact that she did not trust him, and it was a long way ahead to rebuild their relationship– one that would never be the same, since its very foundation was based on deception.
But in the end, their love would prevail. His love would prevail– even if it was crafted by the nefarious creatures below.
And if...
He dove in, peppering kisses on her bare breast, feeling them to his heart's content.
And if she would never love him the same again...
His one finger teased her folds, testing, feeling her legs spread further unconsciously, making him smirk.
His love was enough.
His finger dipped in. He had missed touching her, feeling her. It was moment he wished could last longer.
He kissed her again, this time, he felt her pulling him closer.
His finger reached deeper, feeling her velvet walls clamp around while she tensed. His thumb continued to play with. Her fingers sprawled over his naked chest, the nails barely scratching him– light and teasing. If she was doing that knowingly– she was playing with fire.
His other hand buried itself in her hair, fisting it lightly while he deepened the kiss, light moans only encouraged him to act further. Adding another finger, her moved them further, occasionally circling them to earn those sweet moans that spilled from her lips. His fingers moved and her hips followed, her hold on him tightened, sliding towards his shoulders.
"All you have is me."
He whispered into her ear, quickening his pace, watching in glee as her eyes rolled back before he felt her spilling on his fingers– hot, gushing as the walls spasmed.
He was a patient man...
But it had been so long since he felt her around him.
Diving in for another intense, mind-robbing kiss, he parted her legs further with his knees, fingers still buried knuckle-deep inside her.
The sudden flashes of her with another man sent him to a frenzy. Had he not promised her to spare their lives...
She moaned into the kiss, hissing as his fingers moved slowly inside her, occasionally parting to prepare her for him. Finally pulling away his fingers, he smeared her wetness all over his manhood before letting the bulbous head tap against her folds teasingly. His patience thinned further when she mewled into the kiss. Relenting against his tongue while he slid inside her, slowly stretching her, inch by inch, until he was buried as deep as he could be.
But he wanted to bury himself deeper.
He wanted to leave traces on her soul, he wanted to run in her veins, he wanted to be the one in her mind and the first on her tongue.
"I missed you." He was turning breathless with all the adrenaline pushing up in his system. Yet, he did not want to hurt her.
To him, she would always be his little bird
"You had me."
"I missed this. You, like this! We–we can always...always go back to as we were."
His hips moved in sync with hers. In that moment, they both were one. And he wished the moment would last till eternity.
It was like his soul was reaching out for hers.
He lied. He knew he lied.
He would beg.
For her, to her.
If that was what it took to being them back to the lovely days they once shared.
"Oh–Joon—"
He moved faster, basking in that moment, deluding himself that everything was alright.
At least he could relish it as long as it lasted.
Her legs wrapped around his hips as they both shuddered in ultimate contentment. It was quiet for a while as they settled under the covers.
"We can start afresh, love." Namjoon whispered, letting his fingers run through her hair, moving away strands as he cherished the tender moment.
Her previously closed eyes opened with unfathomable gaze.
"No, Namjoon. We are not meant to start afresh." With that, she moved the covers and got off the bed.
Grabbing things from the closet, she walked into the bathroom, unbothered by Namjoon's heated stare on her.
Sitting up, Namjoon picked up the cigarette pack and the lighter beside it. Pulling one between his lips, he lit the cigarette. The smoke clouded his vision as he exhaled, leaning back while his eyes kept finding their way back to the shut bathroom door every now and then.
Halfway through his smoke, he got off the bed and wore a pair of sweats.
Still no sign.
Frowning, he turned to pull the curtains of the window a bit and—
As soon as he saw the bloody corpse of one of his guards, he rushed to the bathroom.
"(Y/N)!"
No response.
With one powerful kick, the bathroom door flew open, letting him view the now wide open window with its glass slates cleanly removed with thick towels.
"(Y/N)! FUCK!"
He bellowed.
—---
The snow was thick and the dark woods did not make it any easier. There was blizzard due and they had to reach their car before that.
"Careful there," Han held (Y/N) as she tripped, almost falling flat on the ground "You sure you're not hurt?"
His questioned made Kyong turn to check on her as well, he had been a bit ahead if them, but within the earshot.
"No—I'm okay. Its get out of here." (Y/N) reassured Han, who eyed her with concern, but nodded nevertheless.
Kyong and Han had pulled off the impossible. She had only heard of Kyong's legendary hacking skills...Had seen him hacking no more than modest systems but as they made their way through the silent, snowy forest, she was introduced to his and Han's true potential.
But that was not the thought that plagued her mind– it was filled with the flashes of her and Namjoon– their bodies mingled together. He looked at her with so much of tenderness, with the vulnerability that she refused to believe in. it felt like they were even now.
He deceived her, she betrayed him.
And yet...
And yet there was no trace of satisfaction, or simmering down of the—-
"SHIT!"
Han ducked down just at the right moment, and the bullet hit the tree before him.
"Everyone, down!"
(Y/N) instructed, pushing Kyong away before another shot was fired at him.
"We need to split." She declared as they took cover. It was silent but the light crunching of the snow conveyed approaching danger.
"But we–"
"Now, Han. Go right, Kyong, follow this path. He's after me. I will go left. You two– if I do not return withing twenty minutes, get out of here."
"What? (Y/N). we are not leaving you behind!" Kyong hissed, eyes still ahead in search of the attacker.
"I won't let you guys die because of me–Dok was—"
"It wasn't your fault." Kyong finally looked at her, his hardened gaze softened slightly "It wasn't...I'm sorry. I should have been more understanding."
(Y/N) nodded.
"Go...Please."
Kyong frowned but obliged, nudging Han to slip out first without coming under notice.
"We will see you on the road by the woods?" Kyong's waited for assurance.
Assurance. That was all she could give him at the moment. So she nodded.
"Go."
With a nod, he began to crawl back, maintaining cover of the trees an shrubs. Once he motioned (Y/N), she made a quick dash to her left– deliberately exposing herself.
Her legs worked fast, but she could hear the sound of quick boots approaching. The snow was only slowing her down. But slowing down was not an option.
She could hear him running parallel to her, but with the blurring rights, she could see nothing. He was like an invisible hunter.
But she was no prey.
All she had to do was to distract—
Ow!
She fell to her side, allowing her had to slow down the momentum. But it was painful, especially due to the weight of another man over her. She heard him snigger humourlessly as he locked her to the ground. Knees pinning her legs while he locked her wrists behind her back with one hand. The barrel of the gun felt hot pushed on the nape of her neck. But his breath falling so close stole overshadowed the sense of danger a gun would bring.
"Not so fast." He growled lowly and she shivered, pressing the gun harder
The snow was cold and the jacket did little to help her. Her breathing ruffled some of the dried leaves close by as adrenaline pumped through her.
"I will fucking kill him–kill them both!"
Namjoon would keep his promise. And that gave her all the more reasons to get out.
"No, you will not."
She hissed before navigating her fingers to press on the spot near his thumb, making him loosen his grip a bit but that was enough for her. Her elbow shoved on his jaw as she twisted her body out of his grip. Putting her weight on her upper body, she managed to flip him off her. Rolling over, they both were quickly back on their feet. The only difference being Namjoon's gun now kicked away while (Y/N) had her gun pointed at him.
His smile was unnerving--eyes still raging with emotions. Despite the low visibility, she could see how deranged he looked.
"Yeah, fire now. That would help you in future."
His voice had a tremble.
(Y/N) narrowed her eyes, squinting to get a better look at him. The faint lights told her that the edge of the woods was nearby.
She could fire. She had the gun– a loaded gun. But how could she?
She realised the emptiness she had within after looking at Namjoon's eyes. Her vision blurred but she blinked away the tear immediately.
It's the cold.
It's cold.
She told herself.
"Back off Namjoon. I have nothing to lose anymore. I can keep you off the radar. Just don't come after me."
"I will always come after you Darling. So, shoot me now."
He chuckled at her lack of response.
"Why? Can't pull the trigger? Don't you hate me?"
"You made a fool out of me." (Y/N) growled, feeling anger bubbling up on the surface "Deceived me. Lied to me. Backstabbed me!"
"And yet I loved you. All through my lies, I loved you...I did what I ought to do. But I could never kill you."
He was supposed to kill her?
"We are even now, aren't we? Just come back. Cut the chase."
His voice was a siren call. But she would not be deceived this time.
"We can never be even Namjoon. I lost everything because of people like you."
The loud sound of the door breaking made her whimper, but it was all muffled with the sound of gunfire.
Through tears and fabrics, she could only watch as the once cream wall splattered with blood, and more blood before the lights were out.
She gulped.
She should have forgotten it. Buried it deep down. But she never allowed herself to forget that. She had to remember each and everything so that she could tell the child psychiatrist. Each and Everything.
"And you think you are all angels in that uniform?"
She shook her head.
"No."
Lies were worn under uniforms as well. There was no difference.
" Of course, there are no angels in this world Namjoon."
Her world was turned upside down. Her perception was cracked and her beliefs toppled. She was dead to the world. Being dead in reality would not make much of a difference.
She had nothing to lose.
"But that won't matter."
With that, she pulled the trigger.
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The streets were in a lull. At he peak of winter, snow blanketed the footpath the bicycle lanes hardly had any tracks. Red, golden and green lights lit up near doors and on windows, like vines creeping all around. Some doors had the wreath hanging with toy bells.
Byun was home after a double shift– weary eyes, sagging shoulders– he knew he needed a warm bath. The process of unlocking the door felt tedious, but as soon as she shut the door, the warmth of his apartment invited him.
It was freezing.
And the predictions were that it would snow heavily by the weekend. While everyone would be cozied under blankets and the roof of their homes, people like him would have to slave their way through the weekended to save the sorry-ass streets.
He threw his overcoat off, along with his cap before roughly taking off his watch—
He stood stiff, straining his ears while his fingers silently took out his gun.
Muffled voices from his bedroom door which was shut tight. He was home after more than twenty four hours but he remembered leaving it open.
He always left it open.
Deliberately, he made his way to his kitchen, making sure he made enough disturbances. Switching on his expresso machine, he stealthily glided along the walls, making it to his bedroom.
The muffled voices did not cease. Silently, he tried the door knob– unlocked.
In a flash, he kicked it open and aimed his gun towards the intruders, fully expecting people to fire at him.
Nothing.
The door creaked as it moved to and fro due to the force it was opened with, while the bedroom remained plunged in darkness and—-
The voice.
It was his voice!
Coming from a voice recorder sitting on the middle of the bed.
"Hi, I'm Byun. I have just prepared a team of four. They will come after your men. Reach the docks an hour before the time. I don't want them caught. No, listen, I can mislead for so long–they're no kids okay? Yeah they–*sigh* I am calling you through his phone so that we are safe. Tell Mr Lee all about the delivery– yeah—"
Byun reached quickly to shut it off, his gun still pointing ahead.
He was not wrong, his house was broken into.
A speeding car momentarily flashed some light into the darkness.
He was not alone.
"I've seen you...come out..." He demanded gruffly, keeping a cool exterior.
From the darkest corner, she emerged like a ghost. Parts hidden by the darkness, parts exposed by the uneven streetlight.
"A-aa—you fire that gun and yet this recording is going to be on air, I have put it on timer."
Her eyes flickered on the gun pointed on her direction but they were looking into his in no time.
"I wasn't going to shoot." Byun deadpanned.
"Why?" (Y/N) rose an eyebrow with an amused smirk.
"Because its you."
She only titled her head, "You underestimated me Byun."
His name sounded cold as she neared him.
"Like you underestimated my father."
"He died because he was foolish. I warned him against them–but he was stubborn. He brought it to himself. You were following his path."
She shook her head.
"I am not my father Byun. I learnt my lesson early."
The silence between them was thick and strained, but it lasted only a moment.
"I you kill me the department would know and—"
"I give you two straight options– either this recording of yours goes on-air and the police, the intelligence and Henchin himself come after you to give you the death you deserve...Or you end it all by yourself and make it easier for yourself."
Byun chuckled in disbelief.
"I am being merciful Byun. Take it while you can."
"You are showing me mercy because you can't kill me yourself." He pointed out.
"What would be worse? Your recording coming out or being killed by my hands?" She looked at the wall clock hanging behind him "Fifty seconds more, and it all is going to go on air. The department would want to look good in the public eye– they would want you behind bars, or dead... And Henchin would reach you behind bars too."
Conflict flickered all over his face, his forehead glistened.
"Lee will come after you." He tried to intimidate.
But (Y/N) only smiled– faint and tight– matching her steeled gaze
"I will be waiting."
"You cannot—"
"Ten."
"(Y/N)--" he hissed
"Nine"
"You will gain nothing!"
"Eight..."
"I–"
"Seven"
"STOP!"
"Six" She sniggered.
"Five."
He was growing breathless
"Fou–"
In a flash, he pointed his gun at his head"
BANG!
The once pristine wall beside him was sprayed with blood. Some flecked her face too as she watched his body drop down.
She would have stared longer, but she knew that she had no time to waste. Choosing the fire escape, she noiselessly made her way out of the building while muffled voice of disturbance and commotion began to stir up.
Once a safe distance away, (Y/N) wiped her face before fishing out a cigarette and a lighter from her coat's pocket.
As she lit her cigarette, she saw the trembling of her hands.
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Continued here.
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Alejandro who’s S/O gets captured, and when he rescues her, she’s moments away from death, but everything turns out okay, because we like happy endings in this household. 😭
Back To You | Alejandro Vargas x Wife!Reader
a/n: you guys got me fucked up. how can i be more in love with alejandro??? shits crazy. alejandro is a sensitive man underneath his whole military facade. good men cry. if you don’t believe that or like it, get off my blog please 🤍
warnings: mentions of blood, injury, guns, kidnapping. vague mentions of torture.
summary: Alejandro lost himself when he found his home broken into, you were gone and the gun he gave you to protect yourself left on the floor of the living room.
This would be the last place Alejandro would be searching before settling Las Almas ablaze. The damn cartel had enough nerve to break into his home and take what he cared for the most - his wife.
He was nervous. Yes, you knew how to protect yourself for the most part, it was evident when Alejandro saw the pistol he had given you on the floor of your home, ten of the thirteen bullet fired. He was also nervous, seeing so much blood in his home.
The warehouse was quiet now, his team had killed most of the targets and now he was running through hallways. Kicking down doors, clearing cells that were empty to begin with - he was beginning to lose faith.
Mi sol, mi sol, ¿Dónde están?
He had knocked down twenty doors before he found the last one, his heart in his throat. He turned to Rodolfo behind him. The Sergeant Major nodded to him, keeping his rifle up as Alejandro looked back to the wooden door. He raised his leg, slamming his foot into it. The door splinted into pieces as it slammed into the wall, Alejandro moved forwards with his rifle in his hands. The flashlight on the gun shined around the room, another concrete room with just a metal chair in the middle. He stepped into the room, moving towards the chair.
Fresh blood.
“Pendejo!” A voice screeched before a weight was attached onto Alejandro’s back, forcing him to stumble forwards. He twisted while his hands went up and grabbed the arm around his throat, pulling it away.
“Y/N! Y/N, it’s us!” He heard Rudy shout, the weight on his back stopped moving. Alejandro felt the weight quickly slide off of him, he whipped around so fast to see you. His bleeding heart ruptured, and a tidal wave ensued as soon as he saw your bloody face, scared and tearful.
“Ale.” Your voice was nothing compared to your war cry only moments before, it was barely a whisper as you held your hands close to your chest. “Ale.” He watched as the small shiv in your hands dropped to the floor, mutely clattering against the concrete.
His arms reached for you, you dove into him. His hands dug into your hair and his other arm pulled you tight, but you loudly winced. He let go, still holding your head as he looked down to you. “Where are you hurt?” He wiped away blood from your forehead, but it kept coming. “Rudy.”
Rudy immediately marched over, handing the Colonel some alcohol wipes.
“Lo siento, mi sol. No te protegí lo suficiente.” He whispered, wiping away dried blood and tears from your face, his stomach twisted into knots. “I will do better to protect you.”
“Ale,” Rudy’s voice sounded with urgency, “tu esposa sangra mucho por la espalda. Necesitamos que la evacúen.”
His eyes widened, more tears came from your eyes.
“Is that true? You need to tell me how bad you’re hurt!” His voice raised a little, throwing the wipe away before moving away to inspect the t-shirt and long pants you were in. There was a large collection of gashes on your stomach, arms sliced up - you looked as if you were going to pass out.
Your tears fell faster and you barely got a word out before you collapsed into him, his entire body going into emergency mode. He immediately swung you into his arms, “Keep your eyes open, my love, c’mon.”
Your face rolled into his vest, eyes barely open as he shouted to his friend, “¡Vamos, Rudy! ¡Tenemos que irnos!”
Alejandro kept you close to him as Rudy led him back through the building, your head rolling back and forth as he ran.
“Ale.”
He glanced down to you, seeing your beautiful eyes gaze up at him. The eyes he had loved for years. “Yes, my love?”
“Os amo. Lo siento.”
Your eyes fluttered closed, and you wouldn’t hear your husband’s screams for you to wake, to look at him again. You wouldn’t hear his cries, begging for you to stay with him. Your body began to feel cold, blossoming from the stab wounds in your back - heartbeat in your ears as the feeling of your husband carrying you began to fade away into nothingness.
——
It wouldn’t be until you wake in your bed days later that you would see your husband again, his eyes on you as tears ran down his face. He held your hands up to his lips, placing kisses to them as he pressed his thankfulness to God for saving you.
“Ale, what…” You coughed a little, your whole body ached. “Happened?”
“You’re going to be okay, mi sol.”
Your husband had a flood of tears run down his face, holding your hands to his head and letting small sobs leave his body. You had fought your attackers hard to see Alejandro again, but it hurt to see him sobbing into your skin. You whispered to him, “No llores, estoy aquí.”
“I-I failed you.” His voice cracked, his eyes finally peering over your hands he held, his deep brown eyes growing red from irritation. “I didn’t protect you-“
“You didn’t know I was in danger.”
“Mi sol, you will always be in danger because of me.” Tears ran down his face, he pressed a kiss to your skin. “Forgive me.” Another kiss before he pressed his forehead into your hands, you could feel the sobs shuddering his whole body. “Forgive me, my love.”
You murmured to him, “Todavía me protegiste, me salvaste. Sé que siempre vendrás por mí.” The broken man squeezed your hands, sobs still erupting from his lips before you moved your hands away from his. He let them, his teary eyes looked and watched as you gently pet his hair, coming it away from his face. Guilt was written all over his face, you wished you could wipe it away like his warm tears. “You still came when I needed you.”
He let out a huff through his nose, his hands settled next to your side. “I broke my promise to you to keep you safe from harm. Te lo prometí y te lastimaste.”
Your hand rested on his cheek. “I don’t care about broken promises.” Your thumb swiped away the constant stream of tears. “Listen to me. Your job is dangerous, I know that. I know that people will do anything to hurt you, and that would include hurting me.” Your other hand gently brushed his dark hair from his face as you whispered, “I don’t ever have to question that you protect me the best you can, and I don’t have to question that you will always save me if something happens.”
His hands found purchase on your wrists, squeezing his eyes shut to try and stop his tears.
“Las Almas needs you, my love.” You muttered, your other hand settled on his other cheek so you held his face in your hands. “Look at me.” His eyes opened, he took in stuttering breaths and you wiped away his tears. “I’m alive because of you, Alejandro. Many other innocent people are alive because of you.”
“You almost died.” He shook his head. “Eres el amor de mi vida, I can’t live without you.”
“Alejandro Vargas, you haven’t been listening.” You shook his head a little, his eyebrows furrowed. “You protect me the best you can, I’m very grateful. You’re doing your best, my love. That’s all I ask for.”
He nodded, moving to the side to kiss your palm gently before leaning his face into your touch.
“You can’t break your other promise though, Ale.”
His dark eyes flickered to yours, a smile on your face.
“You promised to get me a dog.”
He laughed a little. “A big dog, no?”
“A big dog with spots, Ale. Your wife demands it.”
He kissed your palm again, thanking God again in his heart for keeping you alive so he could admire your smile.
“Anything to help me keep you safe, mi sol.”
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my clothes? // pedro pascal (master list)
summary: pedro, your bestie, came home finding you wearing his clothes with confidence .
warnings: none :3
the microwave beeped loudly, which admittedly made you jump as you were lost in thought. you made your way over to it and pulled out your mug cake, you hoped and prayed that this time it had finally worked. every time you had tried to make one of these it had gone HORRIBLY wrong, it was either dry or tasted like flour. you had even coated it in chocolate sometimes and still it would taste so bad.
“pleaseee” you took a small spoon and took a small bite. “oh thank goodness” it tasted good, finally. you grabbed some whipped cream to top it off then drizzled some toffee sause over it. just as you were on your way to sit in the hanging chair in the corner of your living room next to a bookshelf, you heard a set of keys jangling outside.
a smile crept to your face, you remembered what you were wearing, a hoodie your roommate had bought a couple days ago, as well as the matching joggers. you sped up to chair and tucked your knees to your chest hoping he wouldn’t see your outfit.
the door opened, you continued to munch on your cake. “hey darling” it was pedro, he looked tired, ready to eat and then go straight to bed. “hi, how was your day?” you asked with curiosity.
“eh, it was okay. could have been a lot better. i’m gonna order food, would you like anything?” he asked as he hung his coat up on the hanger and kicked off his shoes.
“oo yes please!” pedro then ordered the food, straight after he got into the shower. you continued to stay on your chair, scrolling through your phone.
all of a sudden you heard your name being called from your shared bedroom “yeah?” pedro walked into the living room smirking at you, he was only in a pair of shorts. you were staring but you didn’t wanna make it obvious.
“show me what your wearing” it made your cheeks flush, you began getting very warm.
“what do you mean?” you spoke with a playful tone.
“your wearing my hoodie aren’t you?” you nodded “listen i told you i’d take it!” pedro let out a laugh “i know i know, which is why i’m not annoyed at you, i like seeing you in my clothes. makes me happy”
“you’re such a sap!” pedro frowned “stop acting like you don’t like it!” you rolled your eyes.
“well, all i’m saying is that i can not promise you’ll be getting this and the joggers back”
“you took my joggers too!?”
“oops?”
#pedroispunk#pascalispunk#pedro pascal x reader#pedrostories#pedro pascal#pedro x reader#fluff#cute#fic#tlou fanfiction
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Life or Death, Dixon
Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Youngest Dixon Sister!Reader • It’s always these messy arguments that lead them into messy situations…let’s just hope neither of them have to die for it • ANGST/SFW • TW: Arguments / Gun Violence / Suicidal Tendencies Mentioned / Injuries / Violence / Scar
Requested by: Anon
“Are you seriously still mad at me? It wasn’t just me!”
“Yeah a grieving mother and a fucking ex-tyrant. The perfect team with little miss flight risk”
“I’m your fucking sister and you talk to me like that?!”
“Merle called you way worse!” Daryl snaps as he couldn’t believe he agreed to go on a run with his sister when he hasn’t completely wrapped his head around everything that had happened. The end of the Whispers war and the Reapers.
“At least I didn’t sleep with a fucking pyromaniac’s bitch”
“Hey!” He shoved Y/N to have her get the idea she went too far. But she wasn’t done.
“Seriously. You’re going to be mad about risking my life to save our fucking family when you rolled over on your back for a woman you fucked once in a cabin in the middle of nowhere just to get “inside it all” only for her and her own bitch to escape Maggie’s revenge. They’ve killed a good chunk of her people, Daryl!”
Daryl quickly whipped toward his sister dropping his crossbow and grabbing her by the jacket.
“At least Henry never my goddamn fucking sight long enough for him to get killed” He did it. He needed the last word and the last nerve wasn’t just struck but burned causing Y/N to instantly force him off storming off.
Then what happened next was a blur. Which led them here…
Bounded to wooden chairs and Daryl was the first to wake feeling his mouth was duct taped shut. If only he had duct tape during this risky trips with his bike, it is an easy fix type tool. But that didn’t matter in the moment as he tried to get a better look of his surroundings.
The place wasn’t familiar and once he understood that he quickly glance to his sister noticing the blood pooling from her temple. He didn’t know how long she’s been like such and the panic started to pool inside of him as he tried to make any form of noise to get his sister to react.
But it got someone with a familiar, enraged tone to emerge from the shadows showing the injured Reaper Brandon that had it out for the archer when his idiotic fallen group took him in.
“You weren’t easy to settle down. She definitely was” He laughs lightly as he with all his force kicked the chair she was bounded to watching her quickly sit up.
Y/N had a cut dangerously close to her left eye and it was swollen shut with that side of her face bruised as well. She had to be “put down” in order to be tied up. One can only imagine what they did to Daryl. She didn’t say anything when she rose her head given the pain and she thought if she tried to protest that the gun in the man’s hand would be used on them.
“You pinned my brothers and sister against each other back at our home. Killed big man and that bitch that got away really should’ve been in what…this your sister right?” Brandon grabbed her shoulders from behind her seat watching Daryl tense. “In her place. But you know…pinning siblings on one another make for better entertainment”
Daryl couldn’t say anything but with the way his expression almost always matched his emotions. At least in a way only another Dixon can read. Y/N turned her head toward the man she didn’t know when he rounded back toward her brother.
“What do you want with us? Your family’s gone”
“Yeah…so I need one of you to be” Brandon drops the gun he held onto the table in front of them watching them flinch at first. “There’s one bullet. I think you understand the rules if you’ve lived long enough”
Russian Roulette.
“You know he’ll just aim it at himself” Y/N scoffs spitting a bit of blood onto the table causing the worry and anxiety to build even higher inside her older brother. “Too selfless…”
“Yeah, but I heard y’all’s little squabble in the woods…he may still do what you say. But what are you going to do?” He smirks pushing the gun toward Y/N and taking out his knife threatening to kill Daryl if she didn’t pick it up. But once she did he didn’t retract knowing she would aim at him if he wasn’t going to keep a short leash on the situation.
“Judith gave yea Rick’s gun?”
“Until she’s ready”
“You know how to shoot a colt?”
“I think I can handle a revolver” Y/N laughs holstering it. “We are the only ones besides Negan that have used anything other than a gun. Thought she’d trust you with it more than me”
“You know Rick liked yea. It would’ve been you or Michonne holding that. Both of y’all’s mains not being a gun”
“Michonne is badass with a katana. I’m just a wannabe track and field star with an old javelin”
“So what I’m hearing is you want me to teach you how to use it”
I wish you didn’t Y/N frowns holding the gun in her hand watching Brandon grab her brother by the hair forcing his head back and bringing his knife to his jugular if she didn’t take aim.
The second she aimed it at Daryl, Brandon backed off knowing she was pissed about their argument and finally putting a permanent end to such.
“Life or death, Dixon”
“I choose life, Merle” Y/N rolls her eyes at her eldest brother as they were on the roof he was currently chained on. She decided not to leave him as she watched the vehicles that got the others out flee the city to their camp.
“You chose death here, pumpkin. By staying with me while the walkers flood the building and gain a sense that there’s fresh meat on the roof. You’ve always risked your life”
“For my family.”
“So what are you going to do”
Choose my family. Y/N gripped the handle on the gun, clicking it to load or not load the bullet and right as her finger rested on the trigger.
The two froze watching her quickly aim it to her temple and Daryl fought against the restraints while Brandon stood a bit in shock that she would do such even from what her brother said that he didn’t entirely understand.
Then the gun fired
A thud met the floor
And silence grew in the room causing Daryl to hyperventilate filling the emptiness as he had shut his eyes when he heard the gun fire not wanting to open them.
“You seriously think you’re going to end up alone?” Carol accused Daryl after he had told her about this Leah woman. “As much as not everybody finds a romantic soulmate. There are platonic ones out there”
“I’ve been accused by Y/N that Rick was mine. So I really am gonna end up alone”
“Seriously? Did you forget about the other name in that sentence? Let alone forget that I’m right fucking here?” Carol laughed at such receiving a confused look from her friend. “You still have a family, Daryl. And as much as the world pushed both Dixons into the earth to show them a piece of its mind…Y/N ain’t going anywhere. It will take a real nuclear ending for her to say goodbye to her life. She’s never leaving you, Daryl Dixon”
She’s your blood Daryl felt tears spring in his eyes as his body flinched to the couch of a comforting hand that when he opened his eyes he was met with Rosita’s worry filled expression.
“Aaron told us about his crazy experience being…sort of kidnapped. When you and Y/N didn’t come back when you did…we had to make sure you were alright” She states carefully taking the duct tape off as Daryl quickly whipped his attention to his sister getting cut out of her restraints by Aaron while she also set the gun she held on the table.
The gun was freshly fired. But her end wasn’t met.
Rosita had taken out Brandon and that was the gun fire that out sounded the fire that Y/N triggered. But again, her luck in russian roulette was there this time around.
“You need help standing?” Aaron asked as Y/N shook her head giving out a soft ‘thank you though’ when he went to check their surroundings outside.
The moment Y/N rose to her feet, Daryl brought himself over taking her into his arms caging her a bit. She kept herself cemented at first trying to keep up her front when Daryl has already cracked after what happened. It wasn’t until Rosita gave her a look that led her to give the Dixon siblings a moment of privacy as Y/N sobbed softly the second she left and latched onto her brother.
“You could’ve died…” Daryl stated as the group started their journey back to Alexandria. Y/N just shrugged at him. “Seriously?”
“What? If it was Merle, I wouldn’t hesitate to shoot his bitchass.”
“‘M just glad yea didn’t eat a bullet” Daryl wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she opened the barrel and started laughing like an idiot.
“Bro I would’ve met fucking Merle in hell” Y/N showed him the next shot was the bullet as Daryl instantly swiped the weapon from her. “Hey! Imma need that”
“Nah stick to your sharpened stick shit. Shouldn’t have trusted yea with drugs when you were six. Ain’t trusting yea with a gun now”
“I didn’t take the drugs!”
“Whatever”
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Sweet Surprises
☆ Content. Mentions of pregnancy, reader being proposed too, fluff, reader is intended to be black, female reader, idk 🤷🏾♀️
☆ Note(s). I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING YAAAY! I got kinda lazy towards the end (a clear pattern at this point). I'm sorry this took so long life has been kicking me in the ass. Thank you guys for being so patient ♡.
☆ Word count. 682
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!
The recording starts off with a black screen and shuffiling noises, after about a couple a seconds the video clears up to show a you. Sitting across from the camera in a dimly lit restaurant booth. "Jean, what are you doing?" "Shh, it's a surprise. Okay, what's your name?"
You look at him dumbfounded. "You're fuckin' with me, right?" He smacks you hand that lays on the table lightly. "Language, now answer the question. And look at the camera too." You scoff, rolling your eye's with a smile before doing as told, "My name is [first & last name], soon to be [name] kirstein...hopefully." "Alright." Jean says from behind the camera in a warning tone, you giggle. "Okay, next question, where are we right now?" The camera shifts upward a little to get a better view of you. "We are at [favorite restaurant]." "Why is it special to you?"
You smile fondly, the restaurant that you were sitting in currently is where Jean took you for you're first date and where he asked you, officialy, to be his girlfriend. "It's special to me because this is where i first fell in love with you." He smiles with warm eyes. "I love you too. Now how far along are you in you're pregnancy?" "About 5 months." "How old are you?" "Okay, why are you interro-" Before you could finish your sentence you hear someone, probably a restaurant employee, singing happy birthday off camera. Soon a plate with you favorite dessert was sat in front of you, Jean joins the server in singing happy birthday.
Let's just say it wasn't the greatest, but it was a sweet gesture. They clap as you blow out the candle. Your sever goes back to the kitchen as you inspect the plate. "Did you call in before hand? Cause there is no way they just decided to make this for me." you say lowly, looking at him suspiciously. "Don't worry about it." He takes one of your hands and kisses your knuckles softly. There was a slight tremble to his hold but you decided to pay no mind to it.
Looking back down at your plate you notice something written on it in chocolate and in cursive. Turning the plate slightly you see the words clear as day, 'will you marry me?', your eyes widen in shock. You stay like that for a minute or two before joyful tears well up in your eyes, hand slowly creeping up to cover wobbling lips.
You look up to find Jean holding open a black velvet box, a beautiful silver ring with a oval shaped moonstone in the middle, diamonds resting around it, sits in the middle. He smiles nervously as you take it all in. Tears stream down your cheeks once you've finally processed it. You shake your head before letting out a tear-choked "Yes." His eyes light up as he smiles harder, "Really?!" "Yes!" He practically jumps across the table as he kisses you, softly and affectionately. Putting the ring on your finger gently.
The 'play' button pops up as the recording ended. "Mommy pretty" your daughter, Nova, spoke with her mouth full, turning herself around in her chair. Golden eyes staring back at him, seeming brighter due to the early morning sunlight. He smiles softly, "I agree." "You made breakfast?" Jean whipped his head around to you.
Rubbing the sleep from your eye. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders, shielding you from the chill of the apartment. "Mommy!" Nova hopped down, giddly racing to you and hugging you. "G'morning.", you mumble. Jean stood up from his seat, walking over and kissing your cheek. "I already made your plate. Just go sit at the table." His hand on your lower back as he lead you to the table. As you shuffle to the table Nova follows you, telling you all about the video.
"I didn't know you recorded that." you said lowly as he places the plate in front of you. "I wanted to keep so i could remeber it perfectly." He kissed you cheek before sitting back down.
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☆ A/N. I kinda like this one actually. Jean is my baby daddy, like actually.
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ANGELS FALL HARDER ?! - gun, dg, goo being entranced
aka when they start falling in love
GUN first meets you while you were fighting a bunch of highschool gangsters. the blood on your hands, the fire in your eyes, that was totally his type
gun had paused in the middle of his walk. in the most smallest alleyway he watched as a bunch of guys ambush you.
your hair was everywhere in front of your face and there were a hoard of limp bodies near your feet. a cut on the bottom of your lips still bleeding.
for such a messed up appearance gun couldn't help but stop and stare from afar. you were just so mesmerizing, the way that you had paused a moment before wiping the blood away from your mouth.
"again? you've got no mercy on this a poor soul"
and then they went all out on you. at first gun's instinct was to break apart the fighting and act like a savior but he stopped as soon as a guy went flying back.
you punches and kicks sent the men back flying ( even the ones that were twice your size ). it only took a few seconds to finish off the gangsters.
you sighed and sat on the cool concrete, making an effort to shake the hair out of your face. turning to meet the black haired legend.
"so... you gonna keep starin?"
DG was more interested in your kindness towards others. even the ones that had once killed with their own hands. you're such an angel said the devil.
you knew dg for a long time now. the two of you werent as close as back then but still occasionally talking when the scenario comes around. perhaps it was his fault for not making your relationship more closer.
dg watched as you tended to the wounded men that he just beat the living life out of. "you've got to hold back on those fists of yours" you mumbled.
he only gave a "mhm" as a response. focusing more on the gentleness that you gave towards the wounds. the way you paid close attention to the tiny cuts and bruises from the fight.
some of them, you even left special bandages from your special pouch.
"y'know im hurt as well" dg mumbled. whipping your head back, you looked up and down at him.
he sat on the floor and rolled up his sleeves. lo and behold there was a slight bruise on his arms. the faintest tint of red could be found on those pale arms of his.
"fine you win" you sighed. the pink haired male smiled a small bit at the corners, but you didn't notice. your attention was more on caring for the small hits that dg had taken.
and everytime you touched him, dg could feel his heart start bursting and butterflies kept floating around. he couldn't speak.
he supposes that it was fine for him to fall in love with you.
GOO loved your smile, the happiness he got from seeing you and your joy. it became an unconscious thing for him to want and yearn for your happiness around him
tears kept flowing your face and no matter what it couldn't seem to stop. why did it have to happen you wonder. you just kept crying, there was a knock on your door but you ignored it. you wanted to scream at the person behind it but that wasn't the best idea.
ping!
you looked to your phone and saw messages from goo.
goo
open the door or im gonna break it
furrowing your eyebrows, you stood up and opened the door. the fake blonde had several bags on his arms and set them down immediantly when he entered inside.
you wiped your eyes with your arms and sat on a chair nearby. "what are you doing here?" you asked while goo sorted through all the items he bought.
"you're crying" goo stated plainly "i cant let my favourite person be sad now".
letting out a small aha! goo pulled out a stuffed goose from the bag. "here's a comfort buddy. c'mon duckie give me a smile" he stared at you.
your eyes were beginning to dry up now, and as soon as he said that a small tilt upwards on your mouth began to form. "you just had a 6th sense and knew something was wrong?" you asked, settling the goose on your lap.
goo nodded sat by you.
"the world always gets darker when you start being sad"
"and since when you become so poetic"
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ᵎ 🍶 ⊹ side boy, bang chan
ᝰ✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！ 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼， 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 ，𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍 ＆ 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾， 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 （𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾）， 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾，𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇，𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽．
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𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚 didn’t even begin to describe the feeling I got whenever he looked at me. The way his chocolate eyes would burn into my soul like if he blinked I would disappear. And no matter how wrong it felt, it was all so exciting. So enticing, so complicated, so fulfilling in every way he wasn't. Chan ran his tongue along his inner cheek, slowly blinking away as a smirk played along his lips; that smirk was good enough to break my act, I whipped my head away, terrified my own boyfriend would see me eye fucking the very man sitting right across from me.
Felix, my own boyfriend, wrapped an arm around the back of my chair, laughing as our friends all collectively laughed, all apart from Chan and I. No, we were much too focused on each others lips. He had that specific chapstick on, the one that tasted like vanilla that excited me so much. It felt so scandalous, so dangerous to be feeling such allure towards him in this moment.
But when I looked at Felix who was so kind, so closely sitting beside me, all I could feel was guilt. I've been bending the truth, leaving the house without him and meeting Chan in the darkened glorious rooms. But another part of me wondered if he knew how much he was killing me. Slowly, but so terribly. The slowest way, never loving me enough. Just enough to keep me wrapped around his finger. And I was escaping with Chan.
The excitement, the danger, the heat of it all. Our secret meetings began a few months ago, always in rooms no one would dare to venture. All because I was weak, but weakness soon became the norm and suddenly I was secretive. It was complicated to stop now.
Han stood up from the table, stretching his back out and laughing ab exhausted laugh, "I gotta go... it's almost fucking 12 o'clock. I'm too old to be staying out this late." He patted his side, sauntering towards the door, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Minho following close behind like lost children.
"You're, like, 23," Changbin snorted.
"Times kicking my ass!" Han announced, scrunching his nose, "I'm aging rapidly."
I would've laughed along with my friends, but the way Chan had his eyes boring into me made me almost shiver. Felix quietly tapped my shoulder, making me jerk my head toward the blonde freckled boy.
"You okay?" He whispered, eyeing me closely.
I nodded, meekly smiling, too worried to elaborate just in case I let slip of my shameful crimes. It was so fucking wrong and it ate at my body, my heart and stomach twisted in so much regret every time I thought about it.
"You look... scared," Felix noted softly, pecking the upper part of my cheek before standing up with his friends, "I'll be right back then. Hyunjin wants to go stop by the video game store. Is that alright?" He bent forward to get a clear response, pretty lips forming a smile.
"S'alright," I nodded, smiling when he pecked my nose with a boyish giggle, "Call me when you come back?"
"Mhm," Felix gave a friendly smile to Chan, who you could practically see was fuming. But of course, Felix walked away oblivious. I stared nervously at Chan, guilt rolling in my stomach. Chan looked bitter, his slender fingers tapping against the glossy wooden tabletop. Felix waved one final goodbye, exiting Chan's house with the rest of our friends who were all venturing off toward their own respective houses. Leaving Chan and I alone, "Take care of her, Chan!"
And with that the door closed shut behind them, leaving me in the grasp of the very man I'd been sneaking around with. He was silent for a long moment, eyes charcoal black and burning into me. I could tell just what was playing repeatedly in his mind, hell it practically reflected in his eyes. He was jealous and a heinous part of me liked that. I sat up, taking my now empty cup of coffee up to the sink in the kitchen just a few steps away, swaying my hips with feigned oblivion.
"Chan, do you have paper towels?" I glanced around, my heart racing but my body doing all the things I wanted. All the things I knew he found attractive. The sway in my hips, the curious glancing around with the widest doe eyes I could pull. Chan grunted, standing up behind me at the sink, wrapping his arms round each side of me with the dark aura that burned in the air around him.
"I don't know why you're still with him," Chan mumbled, angrily gripping the counters till his knuckles turned white.
I ignored him, secretly liking the way he growled in my ear with every word, "I can't believe you don't have any paper towels... how am I supposed to clean my mug after rinsing?"
Chan pressed his chest into my back, bending forward toward my ear with a low huff of hot air, air that electrified my spine and made me shiver, "Don't act so fucking clueless, Y/n. I'm sick of seeing him kiss you when I know you want me to be doing it instead."
I tutted, closing my eyes firmly while placing the porcelain mug on the drying rack beside the counter, "Honestly, Channie, do you not dry anything? Where are-"
Chan harshly slapped my ass, making me jolt upward with a yelp, whipping my head around with a surprised look. My eyebrows instantly furrowed, glaring up at the man who rolled his eyes at me with pettiness. I clicked my tongue again, tasting the venom pouring through my next few words.
"You don't get it," I sighed deeply, turning around against the grip of his hands, pushing his chest back but he refused to budge, "Its complicated, you need to understand."
"Bullshit. Just cut it off," Chan spat the same pierce of venom back at me, hot breath coating my face, "You're just a slut who liked getting it from both guys."
I was searing with anger, the adrenaline taking control, the air no longer playful or petty. No, now I was fuming. I jabbed at his chest with my index, pushing him backward and prying away his hands, "Is that all you think about? Sex? So much so you think this is all about sex?"
Chan scoffed, "Sure sounds like it."
I gritted my teeth, pushing down the urge to throw something. Maybe his words stung so bad because it was partly true; but it wasn't about sex, it was the appeal of being in a relationship with both of the men I wanted in two very different ways. Felix, the man I've known since Highschool whose always been the one I wanted, the man I clung onto even when he didn't want me back; Chan, the one who was always readily available with his cute words of validation and care. Fuck, I was suddenly realizing how awful this all really was.
"Chan, what do you say I do? Randomly tell him I've been getting dicked down by his homie? His best friend of 5 years? I don't think that'll go very well-"
"It won't go well any way," Chan looked almost hurt, as if Id just reminded him that it wasn't only me who was burning Felix in this sad tragic love affair, he was too, "Just... fuck, Y/n, do something that isn't selfish for once."
I burst away, running to the dining table where my shit was, my purse fallen over and sprawling out the contents in cluttered mess.
Chan quickly followed, "This isn't over yet."
"I need to take a breather."
"Y/n, look at me."
"Chan, get the fuck aw-"
My detesting words were cut off by his tasty lips, the flavor of vanilla lining my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine between the crevice of our lips. I tried to pry away, my pettiness getting in the way, but slowly fell into it like a trap, locked in his lips. Chan held my wrists, which I had tried to used to fight him off, in the air, stopping me mid push. I groaned into it, wishing that his kiss wasn't so intoxicating.
Chan pushed me against the table, cursing as he kicked a chair out of the way, "How about we have some fun, hm?" His Australian accent gave him that natural growl, his lips burning against mine. I ran my hand smoothly through his hair, still partly angry from earlier.
"How about you suck my dick," I spat crudely through a kiss. Chan pinching my thigh between his fingers, harshly nipping at my lip enough to draw the familiar iron flavor of blood.
"You have a naughty mouth," Chan hissed, pulling his face back and glaring down at me with anger laced in his scowl, "Gonna be a good girl or are you gonna make this hard for me?"
"Fuck around and find out."
"So you're gonna be difficult," Chan scoffed, almost chuckling breathlessly. He raised his hand to my neck, giving it a tight squeeze and inhaling sharply, "Guess we'll just have to have a bit of fun like this."
I gave him a glare, my cheeks tinting pink as he prodded a finger to my mouth, prying it open and shoving his two fingers to the back of my throat. The salty taste of his skin, the way his fingers instantly jabbed at the back of my throat making me gag on his pale digits.
"Y'know you're pretty when you shut the fuck up," He bitterly spoke, undoing his pants and tugging them down with his fingers still pushing at my throat, "Maybe I could fuck that attitude out of you, hm?"
I bit down, excitement bubbling in my stomach with every harsh word that left his lips.
"Get on your knees," He twisted our bodies around, letting himself lean back against the table, pushing my firmly down onto my knees with a maniacal grin. My knees instantly buckled, betraying me and making me kneel down before his pants which were engorged and wide with horniness. Slightly enticing me with the way heat radiated from it hungrily.
With his fingers now free from my tongue, I spat, "Or what, Channie?" I was playing along now, my brat behavior both getting on his nerves and turning him on crazily fast.
He bent forward, eyes lidding as his lashes fluttered, "Or I'll force it open and fuck your throat. How's that sound?"
I pouted, watching as he harshly pulled down the top of his boxers, letting dick pop out hard and erect. I gasped, never truly getting used to the sight of the way it was etched with gorgeous veins of sweetness; the way precum dripped from the top and down the shaft like lubricant. Chan took it by the base, speaking firmly, "Open your mouth."
I stayed still for a minute, fluttering my lashes finally as I bent forward, bracing myself on his thighs and widening my mouth. I kept my eyes glued to Chan's in an act of power, but dialed completely once seeing the way his eyes burned like jealous daggers into my eyes, unfazed by the way I gazed up at him.
Slowly, he gripped the back of my head, entangling his hands in my locks of hair, pushing my face down onto his dick. How did we go from breaking down to this?
I gagged, tearing up when he fully inserted his cock in my mouth. He didn't stop once he felt me gagging, me only pushed my face as far down as possible, just until my nose grazed his abdomen and until I was gasping. He loosened his grip, finally letting my catch my breath while pulling back slightly.
"You're prettiest when choking on my cock, baby," Chan whispered, his low mumbled making my core throb.
I bobbed my head up and down, pressing my thumb tightly into my palm just the way I'd learned to whenever gagging. His dick was hot and burning each time it hit the back of my throat, my saliva and his own precum coating my mouth and making it slip in and out seamlessly. Chan watched with lidded eyes, infatuation burning into my face. My cheeks burned, my chin slowly piling with drool from the way his cock would tug at my lips.
Chan was losing his fucking mind, low groans emitting from his throat each time I swirled my tongue across the shaft, or when I'd swallow when his tip hit the back of my throat. And the jealousy aspect of it all only drove him even wilder. Never had he seen you so stupidly bratty, and he had to admit it was hot. Especially the part when he finally controlled the behavior, usually by shoving his dick in your throat.
I tilted my head, ignoring the burn in my throat, and bracing my body against his hips. Chan forcefully pushing my head down, not liking that I had controlled my gags and wanting to hear them again. It worked, my jaw went slack as short gags left my throat and made my eyes tear with burning salt.
"Just like that," Chan chuckled lowly, hissing as my head continued to suck his cock. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, taking in the image of me on my knees while also simultaneously approaching his high. Chan's dick twitched in my mouth, making me look up with Bambi eyes, my heartstrings pulling at the sight of his pleasured face.
"Gonna cum down your throat," Chan began to take hold of my hair again, controlling my movements and speeding up my already fast pace. It stung but I took it like a champ, ignoring the burn of salty tears and the ache of my knees.
A few more sloppy head bobs, his hands pulling my hair harshly, and his dick released into my mouth. He pushed my flush against his toned body, my nose grazing his abs as he emptied his load down my throat, the hot liquid making me gasp harshly.
"Shit, babydoll, you look so fucking hot right now," Chan moaned out one last time, loving the prolonged orgasm he got each time I gagged or my throat contorted in pain. He pulled my head back, finally letting me get a fresh taste of the cold air. His left hand gripped the counter behind him, his eyes shut as he slowly fell from his climax.
But he barely gave me time to breath, now his hand at my throat as he pulled me upward quickly, bending forward and tasting the cum that lingered on my lips. He flipped me around on the tabletop, bending forward and pressing his hard chest against my shoulder, "Now, how about I teach you a lesson? I'm gonna fuck you till you're dumb on my cock," I nearly let out a moan just from the way he spoke so sensually and hotly in my ear.
He dragged my pants down, enjoying the view of my lace white panties that were soaked in my juices, my inner thigh sticky to his own amusement. Chan gave my ass a firm smack, laughing as I jolted upward. He had a bit of a sadistic side didn't he?
"Channie, just put it in," I begged, arching my back and rubbing my ass against his already hardened exposed cock, dragging the top against my clothes entrance. Chan hissed, bending forward again and gripping my hair with a warning glare.
"Do that again and I won't touch you at all," He spat fire into my ear, leaning in to kiss at my jaw and finally at my lips with a low groan.
Chan pulled my panties down, leaving them at my knees as he ran his finger down my soaked slit, collecting the clear lubricant between his fingers and bringing it to my mouth. He pulled my lips wide, shoving his fingers, once again, down my throat, burning the already soreness of my recently fucked throat. A simple 'suck' left his lips, I obeyed, enjoying the pleasurable pain a bit too much. I tasted myself on his fingers, he pulled back with his two digits still pressing against my tongue, taking his tip and aligning it with my throbbing hole.
"Does my girl want to have her brains fucked out of her? Hm?" Chan waited for a response.
I slurred my words, his hand dragging out of my mouth and twirling harshly in my hair, "So bad. Please, Channie?"
"Tell me, baby, whose cock makes you wild?"
I moaned, his tip slowly slipping into me, widening me inch by inch. But he didn't move any further, leaving his tip soaking in my dripping hole while he awaited my response, "Channie's cock. Makes me feel so good."
Chan smugly nodded but persisted, "You're such a good brat, aren't you? Now, beg, and maybe I'll let you get what you want."
I meekly nodded, he slowly slipped in further, but never fully which drove me wild with desperation.
"Please, Channie," I fluttered my eyes shut, another inch slipped in, just barely kissing my cervix in that familiar spot I loved so much, "Please just fuck me, f-feels so good!"
Chan pulled my hair, fully inserting his dick in me and lulling his head back, embracing the wet warmth of my walls wrapping around him. He didn't give me a minute to adjust, he fully began to pump into me at a speed I didn't know what humanly possible. Repeatedly, he slammed into my backside wildly, hand gripping both the table beside my head and the warm tissue of my ass. My mouth widened greatly, completely overtaken by the pleasure his shaft was inflicting into me, barely able to even moan.
"I want to hear you, babydoll," Chan mumbled into my ear, nibbling the crest of my ear with his pearly whites, "That feels good doesn't it?"
I stuttered through breathless moans, clutching the tabletop as I tried to recompose myself, "I-I can't- too much!"
Chan's breathy chuckled against the side of my face rolled off his tongue like honey, smooth and buttery but so sweet it hurt. My head bend forward, quickly being tugged back sharply by his quick reflexes. My eyes brimmed with countless tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks.
"Nuh-uh, need you to stay upright baby," Chan scolded coolly, "I want to hear you scream my name. It's only fitting when you're chanting it."
My stomach churned, a warm bubble forming that was most definitely my climax, racing through my body and already beginning to make my knees shake. His dick repeatedly smashed against my gspot, making my face contort in countless ways that amused Chan.
"Channie, Chan-" I slurred out, barely able to focus. I began to ramble, begging to cum all over his dick, "Chan, gonna cum please let me cum..."
Chan clicked his tongue, pounding harder into my ass as the lewd slapping of our bodies drove him to madness, "You want to cum? So soon? The funs only just started, cutie."
I lulled, tongue slipping past my lips as his tongue dragged across the side of my face tenderly, "Channie, please, it's too much-"
Chan thought the pathetic look on your face wasn't enough, he thought the begging wasn't enough, none of this wouldn't even begin to be enough until he made you his. In some magical fucking way. The table shook rapidly beneath the two of you, your body pressed so firmly against the tables that your elbows began to sting with rawness each time Chan slammed into you. The sound was sweet but not enough.
Chan spoke demandingly, "I'll let you finish if you say you're mine," he bit down and licked at the skin of my shoulder, something sweet overtaking his pride and replacing the domineering persona he usually held. It made my heart flutter, but my climax was on the horizon, pulling fiercely at my insides, "C'mon baby, say it. You know you want to. You'll never have to say his name ever again because you'll be mine, hm? Doesn't that sound good."
Drunk on his cock, I nodded simply, "I'm yours Channie, all yours. Fuck, gonna cum," I mewled out like a pathetic brat, my eyes squinting as my cunt throbbed against his cock. A tear fell past my eye, dropping past my chin as he continued to help me ride out my high, enjoying the feeling of my cunt pulsating around his erect cock.
Once I climaxed, he pulled himself out, finishing himself off onto my bare back, watching as the thick liquid glided down my spine as if a masterpiece of its own. Chan sighed deeply, resting against the table and steadying himself above me. I could barely catch my breath, between the rawness of my throat and the burn of my ass where he'd slapped me, I could barely focus. Something about the way he was talking really made my climax overwhelmingly stimulating, my knees still shook.
"You're such a fucking brat sometimes," Chan wiped his hands up my body, sending weak shivers down my back and making my jolt upwards when his hands tapped gently on my ass.
I moaned, feeling him gently wipe away the cum, "I hate you."
Chan bent forward, eyeing me with confusion, "You don't, and that's the cutest part."
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@jegulus-microfic jan 22 - cry - 873 words
sapphic jegulus feat. pregnant!jamie (and the wonders/horrors of hormones)
“Mh,” James makes around the mouthful of pretzels she keeps dipping into the Nutella, “He’s kicking again!”
Regulus is already off the step ladder, overalls clad knees hitting the plastic covered floor next to where James is slouched in their camping deck chair.
They’re painting the nursery today. Or, Regulus is, while James is putting up her feet as ordered (not by the midwife but by her god damn fiancé so she better listen) and dipping pickled cucumbers into the chocolate cream as well whenever she thinks Regulus isn’t paying attention.
Which she is never not, and especially since James came back to bed out of their en-suite bathroom with a positive pregnancy test that fateful day a few months ago.
James licks her lips off crumbs and takes Regulus’ hand to where Harry is pedaling away inside her stomach, placing her palm over Regulus’ pale fingers.
It doesn’t take too long for Regulus to feel the skin move under her own palm, James’ skin warm where her shirt has ridden up over the bump.
For a woman that’s refusing to put on anything pregnancy wear related she’s been pretty keen on the idea of Regulus in an old crop top and overalls for her painting get-up.
James chuckles above her when Harry goes a little wild at Regulus’ proximity—she’s convinced he can already differentiate between his two moms.
Regulus less so, since he’s barely the size of an eggplant and all.
Still, she indulges her fiancé, and it’s true nonetheless that speaking to the baby firms the connection even as it’s still inside the womb.
Regulus hums happily, lips tugging at the corners and out of the corner of her eye she sees James’ nose scrunching in delight.
“Hello, babyboy,” she speaks at the belly, “Already training for your first triathlon in there, huh?”
James shakes the shaggy hair out of her doe eyes, grinning cockily, “Of course! He’s gonna place first on his very first go, too.”
Regulus rolls her grey eyes, “Not to already put any pressure on him or anything.”
James rolls hers in return, smile not fading as she brushes some of Regulus’ long, wavy hair behind her shoulder, caressing her cheek with her fingertips. “Love, you know damn well I’ll support him in whatever he chooses to like spending his time doing. But to be honest, between the two of us? I’d bet a Turning he’s on a balance bike before he can even run properly.”
Regulus scowls a little, James unperturbed as she looks back at her before arching a brow.
Regulus bends down over her belly again, cupping a hand around her mouth and whispering at their little baby, “She’s right, y’know. But don’t tell her I said that.”
Her fiancé cackles, throwing her head back and Regulus sets her lips down against the belly in a gentle kiss.
There’s a little sore spot in her chest suddenly and she blows out a breath through her nose, still so close to James’ belly Regulus feels the air hit her back.
“Harry,” she starts, “I know I’m probably not a naturally good mommy. There’s still lots of what I have to learn, and unlearn, especially. But I’m doing the work, I promise. I’m reading the books, and talking to my therapist on a set schedule because I love you. You’re not even here for me to hold but I already love you so much I feel like I could pulverize a whole fleet of ships if it meant nothing bad ever happens to you.”
She kisses the bronze skin again, thumb swiping back and forth over the small spot that keeps being pushed at, “I also know that I’ll mess up eventually but that’s okay because that’s normal. And I promise you—I promise, ok?—that I’ll love you so much it’ll make up for all of it.”
Suddenly there’s a sniffle from above and Regulus head whips around alarmed to see James lips in a quivering pout, chin wrinkling and tears welling impossibly high in her bloodshot eyes.
“Baby,” Regulus makes a cooing noise, moving one hand to cup James’ jaw, “Why are you crying, what’s wrong?”
James gives a little hiccup, aggressively gasping up the snot, “That was so sweet, what the fuck.”
Regulus tucks her lips in to keep from breaking into a small laugh and nods understandingly. James’ hormones have been rollercoastering a little the past few weeks.
“And also hot,” she adds, gaze dipping to Regulus’ lips and then lower where she knows the metal of her pierced nipples is peeking through the cotton. James pulls her lower lip between her teeth, gnawing on it before shrugging slightly, distracted by the view, “Talking about raising hell for his well-being and stuff.”
“And stuff,” Regulus parrots, sliding her hand around to James’ waist and licking the corner of her lips, knowing exactly what the best approach is to get James out of her headspace here now.
In the end, all it takes is Regulus leaning in closer, voice husky and telling James she’d kill for their little family without batting an eye for James to ask her to fuck her on the sofa from behind with the mirror in the hallway facing them.
#i literally wrote this half alseep ok dont judge me#normally not one for sappy pregnancy stuff myself but welp the idea was there so#jegulus microfic#sapphic jegulus#fem jegulus#jegulus raising harry#lune’s tiny fic#starchaser#sunseeker#james potter#regulus black#(james potter soft masc agenda)#anyways i am off to dreamland gnight
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Ace and Divus 1
Summary: While Ace wasn’t one to give rumors any mind, said rumors pertain to the Janitor and Professor Crewel being in a relationship and that changes everything. Of course he’d keep his eyes on them during class. If it’s true, then that’s just too juicy to ignore.
(Hehehe, enjoying this whole “people watching others behave in front of the Reader,” things.)
“—so retrace your steps and peel the skin from those fruits before just tossing them into the cauldron. Do you want to make noxious fume—hmm?” Ace nearly melted into the floor out of relief when Professor’s Crewel’s attention went right over to you, dozing away on your chair. Though, he couldn’t help the yelp escaping his throat when the crop snapped against the table. “Be a good boy and remember what I just said. If I smell so much as a hint of burning, you will fail.”
Ace had to keep the urge to kick out Professor Crewel’s knees inside when he turned around. Yeah yeah, he messed up and nearly knocked everyone out, but at least he disposed of it before it got too bad. Doesn’t he deserve credit for knowing how to do that? Apparently not, but as much as Ace wanted to bark all that out, he was more interested in Professor Crewel’s business.
Well, not just him, the part of the classroom that wasn’t made up of good little dogs all either slowed down or paused what they were doing as soon as the professor got within proximity of you. Ace can practically see all the perked up ears. Can’t really blame them. While a lot of things happen in this college, it’s usually of the magical variety. Nothing to do with personal relationships.
And this is Professor Crewel he’s talking about. Ace has been around campus long enough to know the sort of habits the professor had. Rarely did he ever get closer than crop whipping distance with anyone. Much like Vil, he kept a certain distance as though his very presence was a reward that should be seldom given, that one should be proud that they given you the time of day.
People like that naturally piss off Ace with only a smile. Makes him want to wipe it off by dumping paint all over their clothes. Yeah yeah, the things they’ve done to be the way that they are are impressive, but still!
So, of course Ace wants to see if the rumors about their relationship are true. Because then he can nag at you until you drop all the deets and little secrets you probably have. And then Ace can look forward to those A’s rolling right in.
“Is my class really boring you that much?” And already, Professor Crewel was way closer than he usually is with anyone. He wasn’t in front of you so much as he was to the side and leaning in, his smile promising mischief.
You didn’t react or retract back, as though this proximity was natural. You just nodded and propped your chin on the back of the chair. “I wouldn’t know. Wasn’t paying attention. Had to clean last minute last night, Crowley’s orders.”
The smile was wiped off and for a second Ace thought he was going to bring out the crop and snap it against his desk, but instead he actually set the thing down. He turned back and Professor Crewel cupped your face with his palms and tilted it towards him.
And you didn’t mind. You were practically too sleepy to do so.
“In that case, you should’ve messaged me. You already get little to no sleep as is.” Soft, Professor Crewel’s voice was soft as though he was genuinely concerned for you. “I would’ve understood. You’re practically falling off.”
“I’ll be fine, I just don’t want to leave it to the faeries. Don’t want to give the impression that I like using them,” you sighed out and opened your eyes, “Anyways, you can let go of me now, Divus.”
And he promptly retracted his hands, “My bad.” He said, even though the smile he has says the opposite.
You rubbed at your face, as though trying to get the sensation off, “Do I really look that bad? You keep touching my face.”
…wait a minute, so does this mean you and Professor Crewel aren’t in a relationship?
“Only sleeping for three hours at a time will make anyone look their worst.”
“That’s a yes then.”
What is going on? Are they shagging or not?
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst-drabbles#twst-drabbles exclusive#drabble#night raven college staff#divus#divus crewel#heartslabyul#ace#ace trappola#janitor au#reader insert
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Day 2 -
OP Cyborg Franky x Reader - Building a Gingerbread House
Summary: Franky uses his engineering expertise to help you put together a gingerbread house!
Warnings: Pure fluff, fem!Reader, pretty short
You huffed in frustration, holding the two slabs of gingerbread together so tightly, the tops began to crumble. Finally one snapped, cracking into two asymmetrical pieces. God, why did you ever volunteer to do this for the crew? Frustrated, you threw your head down against the table.
"Hey little lady," Franky bellowed, stepping into the kitchen. "What's gotcha throwing a hissy fit?"
You scoffed, lifting your head from the table. "It's this stupid gingerbread house I promised to make. I can't get the pieces to stick and I keep breaking them." The metal man hummed in response stepping forward to take a look.
"Well, what are you using to glue it all together?" he asked, observing the edges closer with the large fingers cradling his chin.
"Icing, why?"
"Well, there's your problem!" he laughed. "You outta be using melted sugar. It works like cement." You looked on, dumbfounded as he stomped into the kitchen, whipped out a pot from the cupboard, and poured sugar into it as he set it on the stove. "Bring me that broken piece, I'll fix it for ya." he chirped, reaching his arm out to beckon for it. Placing it in his hand, you watched as he dipped the shattered cookie into the mixture, coating the edges before sticking them together. "Now, hold his while I fix this other one."
You did as he asked, holding the pieces in place for a few minutes before curiously trying to pull them apart. To your amazement, they wouldn't budge, bonded together like they'd been super glued back together. "Franky, thank you! You're a genius!" you gushed, starting to giggle as you hugged his back. The man blushed, chuckled along with you.
"Anything for you, little lady!" he grinned. "Here, if you bring me the rest of the pieces, I'll put the whole thing together, then all you gotta do is make it pretty. Sound like a deal?"
"Deal!"
Over the next hour, you watched with bated breath as Franky carefully erected the humble gingerbread house, even gluing it to the board it came with so you'd have no other chores than decorating it. After he was finished, he set it back on the table where you'd been sitting, hands on his hips, clearly proud of his work.
"Now that's what I call a job well done," he gloated playfully. "But, you're the client, I'm just the contractor, what do you think?"
"I love it!" you shrieked, excitedly kicking your feet as you observed the result. "Franky, it's perfect!" Looking at it closely, you could hardly tell it was broken, or that it came in separate pieces in the first place. "Thank you!"
"Anytime, babes," he smirked, clearly rolling in your praise. "No need to thank me. Now, if that's all ya need me for-" Suddenly, your smile fell and your shoulders slumped. "Hey, now what's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing," you fibbed. "I was...kinda hoping you might wanna help me decorate. I know you've done most of it already, but it wouldn't be fair for you to miss out on the fun part. I understand if you're too busy though."
Franky grinned again, stepping back toward the table and pulling out a chair. "Shoot, I'm never too busy to hang out with my favorite girl! Of course, I'll help ya!"
With joy now restored, you both began working on piping icing along the borders of the structure, grazing one another's hands every once in a while, which made you blush every time. Carefully, you mindfully place gum drops and peppermints in particular patterns while Franky got to work giving the gingerbread home owners faces.
You giggled upon seeing that one had (h/c) strands of icing messily tangled over its head and shoulders, with (e/c) dots for eyes, and the other had blue dots, a blue icing pompadour, and red icing smeared across its torso with yellow sprinkles decorating it. Upon realizing you'd noticed his handiwork, he smiled sheepishly and tried to hide them. "Heh, sorry, I guess I'm not as good of an artist as I am an architect." he laughed, scratching the back of his neck.
Gently, you pulled the cookies away from him, smiling warmly a them. "Is this you and me?"
"S'posed to be," he blushed. "Kinda messed 'em up though."
"Oh, Franky, they're perfect." you gushed. "I love them." you said, propping them up against the house with a pool of icing at their feet so they'd stay. "And I think you're a wonderful artist."
"Thanks, doll face." he accepted, placing a hand over yours. "I think you're just plain wonderful all around."
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Sad Girl - two
summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass
word count: 1.5k
part one: 1 | series master list
disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest
Once she’s in her room, she slams the door and slides down it, sobs leaving her mouth. Her body shakes in effort to release all of the emotions she’s feeling. A hand clasps over her mouth in vain to keep her quiet but anyone within a 20 feet radius of her door would be able to hear her. Suddenly the necklaces that decorate her neck feel suffocating and she blindly claws at her neck. Her nails catch on the diamond “S” her dad gave her for her twentieth birthday and she rips it away from her body as if it’s burning her. It clatters on the floor, sliding across the room but it’s not enough. She stumbles to stand and stomps her heel down on the charm as hard as she can. Cracking and crunching combine with her sobs to create the saddest song she’s heard in a long time.
Finally satisfied that she’s destroyed the charm, she kicks the pile of ruined jewelry and drags herself to her closet. A black hard-shell suitcase is yanked off the top shelf and she begins to shove whatever clothes she can into it. The tears make it difficult for her to see what exactly she’s packing but a part of her knows that she’ll either buy new clothes or James will have all of her belongings brought over. She slams it closed and hauls to overpacked suitcase to her bed. In her haste, she doesn’t hear the knock at the door or the following sound of it opening. Rifling through her night stand drawers, the person who entered takes a seat in a corner chair she only keeps to throw clothes on when she’s trying to decide an outfit.
“Fuck!” she yells to herself when she can’t find the pistol she keeps hidden in her nightstand.
“You father said you’d go looking for that so I had his men take it,” the person says from the corner.
She whips around to see James sitting with his ankle on his knee, that very pistol resting in his lap.
“Glad to know you went through my panty drawer before agreeing to kidnap me.”
“First of all no one went through your panty drawer. Second you father had someone take it and lastly I’m not kidnapping you. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. The decision is yours.”
“Yeah right. I stay here and my father risks losing his contract and god knowns what will happen to me. I go with you and I’ll be locked away in some bullshit cage for the rest of my life. Sounds like I have some real great options,” she mumbles as she pulls a safe from under her bed.
“I never said that they were good choices, just that you had them,” James examines the safe, “A safe under the bed seems too predictable doesn’t it, Doll?”
She doesn’t answer him, only rolling her eyes and grabbing out the few documents and jewelry box that sit inside of her predictable safe. Shoving them into her overcoat pocket, she puts her blazer and overcoat back on. At this point, she isn’t sure what the hell else to pack and she doesn’t feel like thinking about it anymore. She grabs her phone charger and shoves that into the purse she left here before storming her father’s office. Next she goes to her own desk on the opposite side of the room from James.
James tilts his head in observation, making an inventory of the things she’s grabbing:
Computer
Charger
Files
Pens
A book that he makes a note to figure out the title
His list taking is broken by the sound of heels and rolling wheels coming his way. The woman stands in front of him, hand out stretched and asking for the gun he holds. Shaking his head, he stands and slips it into the back of his waistband.
“I know you’re more than capable to handling your guns but I’m not giving you the chance to prove that,” he chuckles lowly and grabs the rolling suitcase from her.
“After you, Doll.”
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Descending down the stairs that lead into the house, James has a hand placed on the small of her back with her suitcase in his other hand. She keeps her head down, hair creating a barrier from the real world and the one she’s trying to construct in her head. Her father is standing at the bottom of the stairs and in the way of the car door. Steve is talking to him, keeping him occupied so James and her can get into the car quickly. James stops to hand the bag off to one of his men and gently nudges her away so she can slip in before her father stops her.
“Where is my goodbye hug, darling?” Mr. Stark exclaims with his arms wide open, daring her to make a move.
Sighing, she grabs the gun James tucked in his waistband earlier and points it at her father in one movement.
“Fuck you,” she sneers, leveling the gun and her gaze in between his eyes. She is seconds away from squeezing the trigger but James wraps a hand around her wrist and pulls the gun away from her.
“Don’t. It won’t make you feel better,” he says to her, passing the gun off to Steve and ushers her into the black SUV.
The world is blur as she climbs into the middle seat, tears starting to well in her eyes again but she can’t let them see her cry again. James slides into the place next to her and muffled voices can be heard from around the vehicle. The truck opens and her suitcase is tossed in, the conversation becoming clear that Mr. Stark is less than pleased with her ‘goodbye’. Steve is the next to get in on her right side, saying something to James and then to the driver. She stares at her hands, rings staring back at her. Internally she’s hoping that her hair is providing enough cover that no one will notice her tears or the blank expression she’s wearing.
A hand comes into her view, placing itself on her knee. She knows that it isn’t Steve’s because there isn’t a watch and the signet ring has a “B” engraved on it. She doesn’t hear what James is asking her because she’s too focused on his hand and whether or not she should push it off. It squeezes her knee and she barely steals a glance at him.
“Do you want me to have someone pick up the rest of your stuff tomorrow?”
She nods.
“When we get to my house, I’ll have Nat show you around and if you want, you can join us for dinner. You won’t offend me if you choose to just stay in your room.”
She nods again, staring at that “B” signet ring.
The rest of the drive is silent aside from the occasional comment from one of the men in the car. She doesn’t say a single thing and the signet ring doesn’t leave her view.
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“I’m not sure what you want to see today but this is the kitchen. Feel free to take whatever you want,” the red head explains pointing to her right as the two women make their way through the dark industrial house.
“Down there is his office. He has this door policy but he can explain all of that later. Your room is up here,” she leads the quiet woman up the stairs, “His room is over here and this is yours.”
They stop at double black doors and Natasha opens them into a rather simple bedroom. There is a bed centered along the back brick wall, a desk in front of the window with the closet next to the bathroom. There aren’t any decorations, leaving the brick and black walls bare. It feels sterile compared to her old room but she doesn’t believe she’ll be staying in here for much longer.
“He wanted to leave it as simple as possible so you could change whatever you wanted. Tomorrow some of the guys will go get your stuff so you can make a list or they’ll just pack everything,” Natasha tells her, “he said he already told you but dinner will be at 7 so you can join us or I’ll have someone bring it up for you. He really does want you to feel comfortable given the circumstances.”
She nods and sets her purse down on the desk. Tossing her suitcase on the bench in front of the bed, she turns to Natasha.
“Thank you. I think I might just stay here for a while.”
Natasha offers a sad smile and closes the doors, locking the fallen Stark daughter in her cage.
She sinks to the floor and draws her knees into her chest as she finally lets out the sob that she’s been keeping in since her father’s house.
From outside of the door, Natasha’s heart breaks at the sound of her sobs. Expensive shoes hit the stone stairs loudly and draws her attention away from the door. James appears at the top of the stairs, giving her a questioning look. She just shakes her head meeting him and leads him back down the stairs.
“I would just leave her alone for the night. She isn’t in the mood to handle visitors. And yes I pointed out your office and room if she felt like seeing you,” Natasha answers before he can even ask.
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