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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Her Everything Ch 6

Warnings: Language, Fluff, probably some horribly translated Spanish. I used google translate, don’t at me. My second language is French….

Rafael couldn’t help the small smile that broke across his lips when he pulled the tickets out of the envelope, finally noticing the purple post it stuck to the back of them. ‘Don’t enjoy the bend & snap number too much’ with a small winky face and a heart scrawled across it. The little notes were still very much a part of your communication, not only in case files, but you’d left a pad on his kitchen island, both of you using them when one of you had to run off, or to make a note about dinner plans, or working late. Anytime he saw a little piece of purple paper he felt his heart flutter, knowing that you were thinking about him in that moment. He’d noticed you used post it’s in other case files, or for other work related things, but they were always a different colour, the purple reserved specifically for him.

When the show ended you’d arranged to meet Rafael around the corner at Aldo Sohm Wine Bar, it had a quieter, more relaxed, though still upscale enough of an ambience that you figured it would be a good middle ground for everyone. You were distracted on your phone, replying to an old friend’s facebook post, not noticing the three of them approaching the bar. Rafael certainly noticed you, feeling his heart nearly skip a beat when he noticed you in a semi-professional knee length dress, a warm cardigan wrapped around you, your hair curled, half pinned back from your face. You looked absolutely radiant, the small smile on your distracted face making him smile himself. They were only a few feet away when your ears perked up at the sound of his voice, your head glancing to their direction, bright smile on your face as you pocketed your phone.

“Hey.” You greeted Rafael, letting out a soft giggle as he pulled you in for a small kiss, murmuring about how beautiful you looked.

“Mami, Abuelita, this is Y/N.”

“Hi.” You greeted softly, feeling your pulse skyrocket. Meeting the parents (so to speak) wasn’t exactly something you did on a regular basis, and never with people who you desired the approval from as much as the most valued people in Rafael’s life. As if they could feel your nervousness, (especially since Rafael hadn’t brought home anyone in years) they were very quick to make you feel welcome.

“Call me Lucia.” His mother smiled, pulling you into a tight hug as Catalina turned to her Grandson.

“Rafi! You didn’t tell us how beautiful she is!” You blushed at that, letting out a slightly embarrassed laugh before the older woman pulled you into a hug. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Rafael quickly ushered them into the bar, making sure to give your cheek another gentle kiss as you were being seated. You all settled in, you got a glass of rose, a charcuterie and cheese board were ordered for the table as you fell into conversation.

“How was the show?” You began, taking a small sip of wine, thankful for the feeling of Rafael’s hand on your thigh, grounding you, reminding you that you didn’t need to freak out over this.

“Wonderful.” Lucia replied, “Even better than the movie.”

“You know, I didn’t even know there was a musical.” Catalina continued, “Thank you so much Y/N.”

“I just pulled a few strings.” You shrugged, “I’d already seen the show, figured you deserved the birthday treat.” Catalina smiled brightly at you, giving your hand a soft squeeze in thanks.

“Rafi tells us you’re a detective? That’s how you met?” Lucia asked.

“Yeah.” You cast a soft yet playful look over to him, “Can’t say he was always the friendliest but we’ve moved passed that now.” The women gave a playful laugh as Rafael let out a slightly offended scoff, though all of it melted completely as he glanced over to your smiling face, the way your nose crinkled in humour at the remark. You ducked in quickly to peck his cheek in feigned apology, knowing that there would be a hell of a lot more teasing in the future, three on one wasn’t exactly fair, but he probably deserved it.

“Your family’s okay with you doing work that can be that dangerous?” Catalina asked, genuinely concerned. Rafael did his best to cut off the question, but your hand grasped his, pulling it back down to the table with a reassuring glance.

“I uh..don’t really have any family? My Mom was a Judge. I think she’d always wanted me to be a lawyer but I know she’d be happy that I was working in law enforcement in some sense.” Knowing the inevitable question was coming you powered though, “She was killed fifteen years ago when a perp got off on a technicality.” You felt Rafael’s hand squeeze yours tighter as Lucia’s eyes met yours,

“I’m so sorry.”

“Sometimes life just hands us the shitty cards, right?” You shrugged, giving the best smile you could, “It was a long time ago. But I think that every perp I manage to put away helps, knowing they’re off the street and can’t hurt anyone else’s families.”

The conversation pointed upward from that point, not that you were swerving it away, you were more than open talking about your past, even with near strangers. Lucia and Catalina shared stories from Rafael’s past that he was overly embarrassed about, bringing out the most animated laughs from you, eager to egg them on for more as his face flushed another shade darker. You shared a few more stories of your past, answering any and all of the questions thrown out at you. There was a such a sense of family at the table, it was the first time in years that you’d felt so appreciated and accepted, that someone else’s family members could like you this much shocked you. Rafael couldn’t help but smile as he leant back, watching the way you interacted with his family, the three women that meant the most to him in the world getting along so well? He could never ask for anything better.

By the time it came for the older women to head home, you’d exchanged contact information with both of them, telling them to call whenever they needed anything. Lucia had mentioned something about the upcoming Christmas market in the Bronx that you let out a dramatic gasp about, saying you’d always been dying to go but never had someone to drag along, and before you knew it, you had a temporary planned date. It was nearly at the point that Rafael felt like the fourth wheel when the bill came around. You did your best to try to pay, insisting that the night out had been your plan, but your boyfriend somehow convinced you that the evening at the theatre was already your expense, this was on him. You gave him a soft kiss, thanking him as the four of you left the wine bar. Rafael had called a car for his family, and while waiting for it on the curb, Catalina turned to him, grasping his forearm tightly,

“Ella es perfecta. Haces de Ella una mujer honesta antes de que pierdas tu oportunidad, quiero estar en el dia de tu boda.” (She’s perfect. You make an honest woman out of her before you miss your chance, I want to be at your wedding day)

“Ai Abuelita, lo se. la amo mas que a nada y quiero pasar el resto de mi visa con ella. Se que algun dia sera mi esposa.” (I know. I love her more than anything and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I know she’ll be my wife one day.)

There was another round of hugs before the two women climbed into the car with warm smiles at the two of you. Rafael grasped your hand in his, fingers interlocking, humming in happiness as you leaned your head against his shoulder at the stoplight. He never thought that a meeting with his family and significant other could go so well, but you’d all clicked so incredibly well he was blown away. The two of you walked a few blocks until you flagged down a cab to return to Rafael’s apartment, happy to be able to spend the night together. You’d changed into pyjama’s, having washed you face and sat yourself on his bed as you waited for him to finish up his nightly routine.

“They loved you Carino.” He murmured, pulling you into a soft kiss.

“Oh…I know…” You smirked, “Maybe next time you see them, you might mention that Soy fluida en Español.” (I’m fluent in Spanish).” Rafael felt his heart nearly stop, and you couldn’t help the cackle of a laugh that escaped your throat at the look of horror on his face at the realization that you’d understood the conversation from earlier.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Raf…” You laughed, hand stroking the side of his cheek, “Don’t freak out..I’m stil here aren’t I?” You pecked his lips softly, “Now follow your Abuelita’s advice, because I really do want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Rafael smirked, lips meeting yours with more passion as he jumped on top of you, tossing you down on the bed, small shriek escaping your lips. He couldn’t believe everything was going so good, he’d managed to find someone he loved, completely head over heels, someone who not only understood the field he worked in, but also worked in it. Someone who lived in his brain rent free, someone who his family was so quick to accept he wondered if it was a match made in heaven.

Every second you spent together solidified you love for each other more than either of you could ever imagine.

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just-let-me-adore-you · 9 months

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Lover |H.S|

Part 2: The Betrayal

Description: Her mother has cancer, she dropped out of college to get a job just to barely scrape up enough money to pay for her mother's treatments. But, when Blaire Pascoe gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a member in Harry's band. An opportunity that will change her life forever. Both good and bad.

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Warnings

•some swearing

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•Recap•

"Look, this is gonna' sound really random but I need another guitarist and you're literally bloody insane! My team and I have been looking high and low for a guitarist but I think I may have just found one?"

I stood more in shock than I had been, "Y-you're in a band too!?"

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[Blaire's P.O.V.]

He let out a laugh, as I stared at him with a cloud of confusion, and shock looming over me.

"Yeh, I am, look I'll tell you more once you get home or whatever. Just text me when you do, alright?"

"Um, why can't you just tell me now?" His eyes told me he was holding something back. "You can tell me." I spoke more quietly.

"Uh, alright I gotta' go." He spoke as his eyes flicked to somewhere off in the distance. Just as he spoke he was gone. I was left on the sidewalk beyond confused and speechless.

***

About fifteen minutes later I'd made it home in one piece thankfully . . .

In the span of the car ride I'd been to distracted thinking about if I should even take Harry up on his offer or not that I almost hit a pedestrian crossing the street while using the crosswalk no less, almost hit a squirrel as well. And caught myself going ten over the speed limit. I was lucky to be alive, lucky I didn't get a ticket.

"Hey, you're finally home! How was the gig?" My mom greeted me from the living room. I took my shoes off and set my car keys in the dish before making my way out into the room where I took a seat on the couch.

"Good." I say, apparently it was obvious my mind was elsewhere.

"What's got you so ... shaken up?" My mom asked furrowing her brows together.

"Uh, well I may or may not have gotten offered to be in some guys band." I spoke, I felt my cheeks flush.

"Really!? Do you think you're gonna' take the offer?"

"That's the thing, I don't know if I should. I mean, I've been in the same band for a few years and we haven't really accomplished much. But at the same time leaving the band would mean leaving behind my friends. And I don't think Talia or Dylan would be so keen with the idea of me leaving." I rambled, looking down at my feet.

"Look at me," I looked up to meet my mom's gaze, "When are you going to learn to start putting yourself before other people?"

"I don't know." I spoke, the truth was ever since my last relationship with this dickhead of a guy I changed in more ways than one. And becoming a so called "people-pleaser" was one of them.

"Well, you can't wait for an invitation. You've gotta' change that for yourself."

"Yeah, I know." I say, "Well, I love you but I'm gonna' go clean up and then head to bed." I say rising to my feet. My mom held her arms open for a hug. I gladly gave her one. I never knew when the last one would be so I cherished every single one.

I made my way into my room and turned the light on, opened my closet and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a notification from Harry.

From Harry: You make it home yet?

To Harry: Yeah, sorry.

From Harry: Np. So, about the band thing?

To Harry: Can you give me like half an hour, please? I wanna' think about it some more. Plus I'm getting around for bed.

From Harry: Yeh, sure. Just text me when you've made up your mind. I also don't have all day either.

To Harry: I get it. Tty in a bit.

***

I sat on my bed with a towel wrapped around my hair. I pulled out my laptop from beside my bed and opened it. While taking a shower I decided it'd probably be a good idea to look up this dude before I just agreed to be part of his band.

I opened my laptops search engine and typed, 'Harry Styles'. It loaded when a Wikipedia wedsite popped up. I clicked on that and about had a stroke.

"Woah, what!?" I exclaimed as I read up on how he became a world famous musician. Something about being in a boy band called One Direction and blah blah blah. I had read enough to know that his offer was the real deal. I opened up our messages and sent him another.

To Harry: Uhhhh. Care to explain why you didn't tell me your a famous singer???

From Harry: Wow, I'm honestly surprised you didn't already know...

To Harry: Now you just sound cocky.

From Harry: Really? I mean you asked me to explain and so I did.

To Harry: Haha, very funny. Now, what about this offer?

From Harry: Well...like I said you'd be a part of my band AFTER signing a shit ton of contracts that is.

To Harry: That's it?

From Harry: Well to get you signed with me yeah that's it. But, you've gotta be able to know how to play the notes to my songs before September 19th.

To Harry: Alr, shouldn't be a big deal.

From Harry: Good, also would you be okay as being a back vocalist as well? I think you've got an amazing voice from what I heard tonight.

To Harry: Aw, thanks. I mean I don't see why not, I've been doing it for a few years now so nothing new.

From Harry: Alright, deal then?

To Harry: Deal.

From Harry: Great ok, I'll contact my team and then they'll contact you to schedule an appointment for you to sign the contracts.

To Harry: Sounds good. Okay well, I'm going to get something to eat, so bye ttyl or whenever.

From Harry: Yep, I'll tell you what my team says.

To Harry: Okay, thank you.

***

I just finished loading the last bit of dishes into the dish washer and at this point felt exhausted from my long day. Thank God it's the weekend. I made my way into my room and decided to call Talia to tell her about the deal I'd made with Harry. She picked up almost immediately.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Uh, well you're probably not going to believe me when I say this but I just a once in a lifetime offer to become part of a world famous musicians band! This could be life changing, I'd be able to actually afford my mom's cancer treatments, Tal!" I squealed from the overflowing amount of excitement. There was nothing but silence from the other line. "You still there?"

"What the f*ck! You know how betrayed I feel right now!? You are my best friend, we've been friends since elementary school and now all of a goddamn sudden your leaving behind your band and me for some dumbass offer!?" She screamed, I opened my mouth and closed it. "I'm done! This is just a bunch of shit!" She yelled again.

"Well, you know what if you were truly a real friend you'd understand why I took the offer." I hung up the call and tossed my phone to the end of the bed before I covered my face in my palms and began sobbing out of anger and frustration. It wasn't the words that stung the most, it was the fact she couldn't be happy for me. It shows how selfish some people can be.

Minutes passed and the sound of my phone buzzing interrupted my rampant thoughts. I wiped away a stray tear before I saw Harry's caller ID flashing on the screen. I breathed in and out until I was sure I had gained my composure, once I had I answered the call.

"Hey, why are you calling me?" I sniffled and wiped my nose as I waited for a response.

"Are-are you okay?"

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about, Harry. But thank you." I spoke sniffling again.

"You can tell me, I won't judge you."

"N-no, it's alright. Its not a big deal. I don't wanna'waste your time."

"You won't be wasting my time, I'm genuinely concerned."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeh, I don't care."

"Okay, well," I sucked in a breath, "I told my bandmate who I've been friends with since the first grade that I'm leaving the band and she told me I betrayed her and the band, when in reality I didn't and never would do that intentionally. And so now I'm pretty sure I just lost someone who was like a sibling to me."

"Well, I can say that if she were a true friend she should be happy and proud of you. So, I think you did the right thing. That's jus' my opinion and I know we're basically complete strangers but believe me I know what 's like to lose someone who was like a sibling."

"Yeah, well thank you. I guess, talking about it helped."

"S' not a problem. Are you okay now though?"

"Y-yeah, I think so." I fought off a smile.

"Good, good. Well, I jus' called to let you know I talked to my team and they say that they'll try to schedule something as soon as they can."

"Awesome! Thanks, Harry."

"Not a problem, also if you have any other questions jus' text or call me. If I don't answer jus' assume I'm busy."

"Alright, I will."

"Yeh, also do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Uh, no besides being lazy. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go grab some lunch? Jus' to get to know one another a bit better."

"I don't wanna' make the wrong assumption but are you asking me on a date?" His laugh echoed before he replied.

"Maybe, jus' maybe."

"Okay, well yeah, what time?"

"I'd say around noon."

"Okay, sounds good. See you tomorrow then."

"Yeh, see you, Blaire." He spoke before ending the call. The realization hit me that I was literally going on a date with some random guy I didn't even know. Maybe I was ready to date again? Maybe I just didn't even know it?

I rose from the comfort of my bed and pulled out an outfit for tomorrow. I still couldn't believe Talia reacted the way she did. If she were truly my friend she would've been happy. I mean sure I might be a little upset too if my friend had just randomly told me that they were leaving the band. But, she knows how hard it is for me and my mom to afford her cancer treatments. And frankly our band wasn't giving me much income, and my income from the dinner is primarily based on tips. It was just barely enough to pay for my mom's treatments.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door, I turned around and saw my mom standing in the doorway with a quizzical look on her face.

"Were you crying?" She asked taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay." I spoke with a small smile.

"You're lying, what happened?" She gently spoke. I blew out a breath and sighed.

"Well, long story short I called Talia to tell her about the offer and she chewed me out for betraying her and the band. And mom, with this offer I'd be able to pay your treatments with no problem. And I even told her that and she wasn't even happy." I explained, setting my outfit on my dresser.

"Well, for one she needs to apologize-"

"No, I don't even need an apology from her. She blew it, I don't care if I'm overreacting, she knows how important your treatments are to me. She knows how hard it is to pay for them. She knows mom, she knows." She gave me a sympathetic smile.

"C'mere." She spoke with open arms. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. She broke away from the embrace and shot me another smile before she rose from the bed. "Well, I'll let you be." She began making her way towards the door.

"Okay, well goodnight, I love you, mom."

"I love you too." She made her way out of the room leaving me alone. I turned my TV on and shut the lights off. Walking through the dimly lit room I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over my body.

August 28th 2017

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

I sat in the booth at the cafe waiting for Harry to walk in through the doors. After knowing what I knew about him I figured he'd prefer it if we sat off in a corner to be less in the open. I anxiously bounced my leg up and down as my eyes lingered on the door.

I glanced down at the time on my phone and saw it was 12:23. Twenty-three minutes past the time Harry and I had agreed to meet at. As I sat in my cloud of anxiety I picked at my cuticle, my leg bounced as well.

'Maybe I misread his message this morning about what time to meet at?'

'What if I'm the one who's late?'

'No, we agreed to meet at noon.'

'Maybe he's just running a little behind?'

My thoughts ran rampant, I was too busy wrapped up within my anxious thoughts to notice the tattooed hand that waved in front of my face.

"Hey, Blaire." He cleared his throat grabbing my attention. I gave him a flustered smile.

"Oh, hi sorry." I spoke.

"No, 's fine, also sorry I'm running a little late. Traffic was awful." He apologized, shooting me a charming smile.

"Oh, no it's alright, I kinda' figured that was why."

"Well, how are you?" He asked removing his coat revealing a plain white tee. My eyes danced upon the two dark blotches that rested just below his collar bones, that were barely visible. My eyes traveled to his left arm that was covered in tattoos before they traveled back up to meet his.

"I'm pretty good, what about you?"

"Good, um do you know what you want to order? M' not rushing you or anything."

"Uh, I figured I'd just get a sandwich." I say, he nodded his head.

"I gotcha', you want anything to drink?"

"Nah, thanks though." I say shaking my head with a smile. "Do you know what you want?"

"Yeh, I come here a lot when I'm in New York." I nodded before I decided to ask a question.

"Who's your favorite band or musician?" He pursed his lips in thought.

"Probably Fleetwood Mac, The Beatles, jus' rock in general."

"Oh, I love Fleetwood too!" I spoke with a smile.

"As boring as this question is, whas' you're favorite animal?"

"Oh my god, a cat."

"Really? I love 'em too." He spoke with wide eyes. Just then a waiter made her way over to the booth.

"Hello, my names Anna, what would you guys like today?"

"Uh, I'll just have a grilled ham and cheese sandwich." I say looking up at her. She quickly scribbled something down onto a piece of paper.

"And what would you like, sir?"

"Um, jus' a fish sandwich is fine, uh and with a water, please."

"Alright, it should be out within fifteen minutes." She smiled tucking her pen and paper into her apron. She walked off out of my line of sight.

"What made you want to get into music?" Harry asked.

"Um, I don't know to be honest. I guess, the first time I ever picked up a guitar and played it. What about you?"

"Makes sense, and honestly I was in a band back in school called White Eskimo. And I was the lead singer so, then it just all kind of went from there."

"Oh, wow, that sounds like it'd be fun."

"Yeh, it was. Come to think of it without them I don't know where I'd be, the same goes to the other band I was in."

"Yeah, it's crazy to think about where we'd be if we hadn't of taken that leap of faith or made that choice." I say.

"Yeah, well whas' your favorite food?"

"Boring but it's chicken."

"Yeh, I haven't eaten chicken in a few years."

"Oh, are on some sort of diet or?"

"Yeh, I'm a pescetarian."

"Oh, I know a few people who are also pescetarian as well. They say once they started they felt way better and like they had more energy."

"Yeh, that's kind of how I felt."

"Doesn't it cut out a bunch of different things though?"

"I mean, I can say that it's definitely not the diet for someone who doesn't like seafood."

"Eh, I don't mind it, I'm not real crazy for it though. Well, what's your favorite food?"

"Tacos, all the way."

"They actually sound good. I haven't had them a while."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Um, no, do you?"

"Yeh, I have an older sister named Gemma, she's really sweet." He smiled. I smiled at the way he spoke of her. He pulled off his hat and gave his hair a quick comb of the fingers.

"What's your favorite book or movie of all time?" I ask.

"The Notebook." He bashfully smiled. I found it kind of cute and amusing to see him become flustered causing a blush to spread over his cheeks.

"Aw, I love that movie." I smiled, "I've only ever seen it once and I cried." His smile grew in size as I spoke.

"Maybe we'll have to watch it together some time." He spoke with a smirk.

"I'll take you up on that."

***

After about twenty minutes of asking questions back and forth, I'd come to realize that there were a lot of good qualities about Harry. I mean for one he's nice, confident, and most definitely charming. It was clear to me he knew what he was doing judging by the way I hadn't stopped smiling in the past twenty minutes.

Just then the same waitress from earlier came over balancing two small plates in each of her hands. She set mine down first followed by Harry's.

"Um, I don't mean to be rude but where's my water?" Harry spoke.

"Oh, I forgot I'm so sorry I'll be right back." She quickly apologized.

"No worries, you're alrigh'." He smiled, before he busied himself with unwrapping the wrapper around his sandwich. I followed suit, taking a bite of the cheesy sandwich. For as simple as it was it was probably one of the best grilled ham and cheese sandwiches I'd ever had.

"Is it good, love?" He asked swallowing.

"Yeah, it is. How is your's?" I watched as he brought his fingers to his lips and did a chef's kiss motion. I laughed at his actions as did he.

"Here's your water, sir." The waitress spoke placing the bottle of water onto the table. Harry shot her a quick smile before she walked away.

"Ya' know I hate seeing people get all rude and snotty with waiters who mess up someone's order." I say watching as she walks away. "If only they knew how much waiters have to do." I add.

"Yeah, you make an excellent waiter though." He smiled.

"Thanks." I smiled.

***

We'd both finished eating and sat as we mindlessly chatted about the most randomest of things. My eyes flicked away from Harry's striking green ones to the waitresses deep brown ones as she made her way over to us.

"Okay, so is the bill split or just one?" She asked.

"Uh, just make it one." Harry replied, I fought off the urge to argue and say it needed to be split but I knew he was just trying to be nice.

"Alright, well I'll be right back." She spoke with a smile before walking off.

"Thank you." I say.

"For wha'?"

"For paying, you didn't have to all I got was a sandwich."

"Yeh, exactly all you got was a sandwich." He stated.

"Well, regardless thank you for paying." I say with a grateful smile.

"S' not a big deal." He smiled.

***

We walked out of the cafe side by side, the warm air brushed against my exposed skin.

"Well, I had a great time with you, Blaire." Harry spoke, as we walked across the surprisingly peaceful New York street.

"Thanks, so did I, Harry." I smiled.

"Well, do you think you'd be interested in doing this again?" He questioned momentarily glancing over at me as he walked with his head down.

"I mean, yeah I definitely would." I smiled. He suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

"Alrigh', well my cars right here." He spoke, retrieving his car keys from his pocket.

"Yeah, well bye, Harry." I spoke, he shot me a smile.

"Yep, bye Blaire. Hey, text me when you get back home please."

"I will, bye." I waved bye as I walked away. I couldn't contain my smile any longer. It was like an overflowing amount of happiness had hit me all at once.

***

I arrived back home and set my keys into the dish my mom wasn't home, which was surprising. I ventured into the living room and took a seat on the couch. Pulling out my phone I sent Harry a message saying I got home.

From Harry: Ok, thanks. Ttyl.

To Harry: Alr, ttyl, Harry.

I closed out of my messages to see a Twitter notification that I had been tagged in. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Who in the hell knows my name?" I whispered to myself. I clicked on the notification and my eyes grew wide.

My eyes traveled down to the person who tweeted it, they began scanning over the words.

harrystylesfaninfinity: "WHAT THE FUCK!??? WHO THE HELL IS SHE!?"

styles_1D: dude! I was at this bar last night and that's literally Blaire Pascoe! She was introduced by her bandmate Talia Lane! She plays the guitar and can sing! OMG what if Harry was at the bar and they met!?

sottlover: ummm???? How else do u think they met? I've never even heard of Blaire soooo. They def met at that bar u were talking abt unless they met before that but it just seems odd that all of a sudden there spotted together after coincidentally being at the same bar...yeah they definitely met at the bar.

sweet_creature: okay just a therory but what if these two have been together for a while and Harry wrote sweet creature abt her???

Callie: yeah sure okay

styles_1994: brooo! this is too much for me rn! he's going on tour in like a month! Wtf!

my_life_revolves_around_harry: dude I stg if they're dating I'm gonna throw myself off a cliff!

Larry_is_real: no they're not dating...Harry loves Louis too much to do that.

nialler_horan: OMFG why with the Larry shit!

stylesgivesmelife: dude she's ugly just saying

harry_styles_fan: bro just stop, it's what's in the heart that matters not the looks.

Talia_Lane: wow, is this the guy you're supposedly signing a contract with to be in his band? his fucking style is lamer than you. Hahaha!

I felt my body overcome with a sense of anger, why couldn't she just get over it? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and it would change my life for the good. Why couldn't she just be happy for me? She knew how important this was to me. If anyone was betrayed it'd be me, not her. I didn't betray her, I did what was best for me and my family.

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Alr, I hope you like it! Thank you to the people who have liked this story! It means a lot! Feel free to add comments or do wtv.

All the love, Skye

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anashins · 2 years

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But You’re Here Now

"I didn’t board the plane yet, because I forgot something very important at home."

After Taeyong and you have broken up, you find yourself at a family dinner where it turns out that you're not the only one missing him dearly.

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“Where is Taeyong?”

Your whole body froze up. With trembling fingers, you placed the plastic truck back on the carpet where your six-year-old cousin was already prepared to let his toy car crash into it.

“Attention!” he warned. “Aaaaand…”

But your fingers around the truck only loosened, and your grip turned so weak that you couldn’t withstand the pressure with which he rammed into your toy. The truck got slammed into the wall meters away from you.

“This is no fun with you, y/n!” your cousin then confessed and looked at you with big eyes. “When Taeyong is here, he crashes them against mine too! Where is he though? Will he still come?”

What were you supposed to say? That you had broken up two weeks ago and hadn’t told anyone in your family about it yet, but still decided to join this gathering, because apparently, you were a masochist?

“Taeyong is-”

Looking at your cousin, you couldn’t bring it over your heart to tell him that his favorite playtime buddy wouldn’t come over anymore. He wouldn’t understand what it meant to have found a flight ticket to Singapore in your boyfriend’s records and not being included in his plans to continue his studies in another country.

It hurt more than anything in the entire world.

“Taeyong will take a long vacation, so he won’t be able to be here just as often anymore in the future.”

Instantly, you felt your throat becoming dry, making it hard for you to speak. You had thought that, after two weeks of almost non stop crying, it would come to an end now. But you were quick to disclose the exact opposite as you felt tears rising behind your eyes again.

Your front teeth sank into your bottom lip as you literally tried to bite them down.

“Cool!” your cousin called out and clapped into his hands. “Where is he going? Will we be able to visit him?”

“I-”

“Dinner is ready!” you heard your aunt call from the other room.

You had never been more thankful for her penetrant, loud voice that distracted your cousin from his questions.

When you entered the dining room, your whole family had gathered around the table - your mother, father, both aunts and uncles, two grandmothers, one grandfather and a baby. You gulped as you watched them chatting away happily when you seated yourself at your place.

As always, there was one additional seat reserved - the one next to you. But this time, it wouldn’t get occupied.

“Is your boyfriend not coming?” one of your grandmothers asked.

“Yes, where is he? He’s always been such a kind and lovely boy!” the other one added.

And even your grumpy grandfather approved, “I like that guy.”

You wanted to leave this dinner right away. What kind of a bad idea it was to come here became clear to you only now as the interrogation to find out about Taeyong’s whereabouts wouldn’t stop.

“I haven’t seen him in weeks too,” your mother joined them. “He probably has a lot going on.”

“He didn’t even have time for dinner here?” your hosting aunt concluded. “He must be studying hard!”

Every question pierced through your heart like an arrow, ripping open the wound that you had been trying to heal unsuccessfully. Everything they said and asked reminded you of the fact that you had to let go of your boyfriend of three years and that he wouldn’t join you during these dinners as usual and planned anymore.

Never again.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

You jumped out of your seat and told everyone to dig in already while you excused yourself to the bathroom. You reached it on time before the first tears started to flow that you then quickly caught with a handful of toilet paper.

If, a month ago, someone would have told you you’d sit here now, in your aunt’s house, blocking her bathroom to cry over your lost boyfriend, you wouldn't have believed it. But this was very much reality now.

Again, you were probably a masochist as you pulled your phone out and scrolled through your folder filled with pictures of Taeyong that you had taken. Against your expectations, it didn’t only have something painful to it as you looked through them, but also something healing as you got pulled into the memories.

Three years of love going down the drain just like that as you found out that he had gone behind your back and booked a ticket to Singapore for exactly today.

That was probably why you had wanted to come to this dinner in the first place. Because you wanted to distract yourself. And probably because, among your family, you were able to live in your perfect world for only a little longer as Taeyong still existed in there.

When all your impulsive tears had subsided and you had cooled your swollen eye bags with a pad dipped in water, you decided that this situation was too much for you to continue pretending, and would now open up about going home because you didn’t feel well. In fact, this didn’t necessarily need to be a lie. Heartbreak was a sickness too.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get-” you then started when you returned to the dining room after fifteen minutes, but your presence hardly got noticed by anyone.

“We really thought you wouldn’t come!” you heard your mother say.

“You’re finally here!” your little cousin exclaimed.

You didn’t believe what scene was unfolding in front of your eyes.

There he was sitting, Taeyong, in the seat next to yours, smiling and chatting with everyone that was talking to him, stealing the show with his kind nature and endearing demeanor as always.

As though the events from two weeks ago hadn’t taken place. As though he had never gotten onto that plane.

That plane that was supposed to be in the air at this exact moment.

You were convinced that this was a trick your heartbroken mind was playing on you.

“What are you standing there for, y/n?” one of your grandmothers called you out. “Sit down, so we can all eat together!”

“I’m sorry again for my delay,” Taeyong apologized as you approached the scenery as though in trance. “I missed my transport.”

The suggestive tone didn’t pass by you as you took the seat next to him, conflicted about your feelings. Partially, you wanted him to hug you so badly right now, but another part of you wanted him gone again for having betrayed you.

Your cousin clapped his hands. “But you’re here now!”

“Yes.” Taeyong shifted his head, and you clearly felt his eyes on you as you blankly stared at your empty plate, thoughts wildly entangled. “I’m here now,” he repeated.

“No worries!” your aunt meddled in as well. “The food is still warm, so help yourself, dear!”

“Thank you so much, auntie!” he replied with a bright smile that lightened up and simultaneously worsened your mood. “Your food is always so delicious!”

“So charming as always!”

“Did you come back from your vacation already, Taeyong?” your cousin pressed the sensitive topic for you, the clattering noises of cutlery moving over porcelain fading into the background. “Y/n said you’re going on a long vacation!”

You pressed your lips together to a thin line. He didn't have to expose you like that and tell him about your delusional lies because you hadn’t been able to accept reality yet. But then again, Taeyong had been playing along as well, it seemed. You just didn’t know what for.

“Not yet,” Taeyong answered him. “But I’ll get going soon.”

“Where to?”

“Singapore.”

“Amazing!” The little boy looked at you. “You’re going with Taeyong, right y/n?!”

All eyes were on you right now, and your mouth fell agape. You looked from one person to the other, everyone wearing the same happy, encouraging expression on their faces, and it made the entire situation for you even harder.

No, you hadn’t been included in his plan. You wouldn’t go with him.

But you only brought out a silent rattle.

“Actually, it’s not a real vacation,” Taeyong interrupted. “I picked up a master’s program in Singapore.”

“Congratulations, Taeyong!” your family members cheered.

“It’s not easy to get into a program there, wow!”

“You must have studied very hard!”

“Thank you all,” he said gratefully.

It then dawned on you that, amidst all emotional turmoil, you had disregarded everything he had achieved academically which your family just proudly acknowledged now.

It had always been about you, never about him - why him studying abroad was bad for you, why you would not be able to visit him just as often, why he had kept his application a secret from you.

But he had explained it in all details: that he had spontaneously applied since he had never thought he’d ever get in, that he had to decide whether to fly in the following week or not, and that it’d be a big chance for him to get a better education in his chosen field.

Not once had you ever thought about him.

You hadn’t even congratulated him.

Drip, drip.

There, your tears flowed again, dripping onto your plate as you let your head fall so that no one saw your expression. Sometimes, there were things you only realized later on when it was long too late.

He wasn’t the only one who was to blame for the downfall of your relationship.

You were too.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Your little cousin then came running over to you.

“My, my! Dear, why are you crying?” your mother asked. “Taeyong is here now.”

You nodded reluctantly and admitted, “But he won’t be able to stay.”

“Actually, I didn’t board the plane yet, because I forgot something very important at home,” he declared, and you turned keen-eared. “And I came back to pick it up as I cannot live without it.”

You froze on the spot as his warm hand suddenly covered yours, resting together on your thigh. Facing him with teary eyes, you asked,

“Which was...?”

He smiled. “You.”

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warnersister · 2 years

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John Lennon - Valentine’s

John Lennon x Reader

Paul McCartney - Valentine’s

Ringo Starr - Valentine’s

George Harrison - Valentine’s

The Beatles Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, use of the words: whore, slut, fuck, bloody, etc.

You first met John when he was in the Quarrymen.

During his phase where he was a wanna-be teddy boy.

It was actually your mother who answered the door.

“(Y/n) that John lad is here!”

You could almost hear his scoff - primarily going by ‘Johnny’.

You rolled you eyes, and trudged down the stairs.

When you got there, your mum left the two of you alone.

“I’m taking you out.”

He told you, puffing at his dying cigarette.

You almost closed the door in his face, almost.

He stuck his foot in the doorway.

“Come on baby, we’re going.”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“And if I don’t want to?”

He didn’t answer, simply stamping in his cigarette, and pulling you over his shoulder, smacking your arse lightly.

“Nice view.”

“John Winston Lennon, put me down.”

He ignored you, closing the open door to your home.

“Bye Mrs (L/n)!” He had shouted to your mum, then proceeded to carry you until you finally forfeited.

“Put me down, please?”

“You give up?”

Sighing, you agreed, and he stood you onto the pavement, but pulled you into his embrace; his arm tightly wrapped around your waist.

John lit another cigarette, pulling you along with him.

Now don’t get me wrong, you were head over heels for John Lennon.

But you were almost certain he thought of you as yet another one of those ‘groupies’, one of the whores he could play around with and then kick to the kerb.

You weren’t going to allow yourself to he hurt, so you pushed him away.

“Where we going, Johnny?”

You asked, begrudgingly.

He pulled something from his pocket, a slip of paper.

“First row tickets to the Quarrymen, love.”

He smirked at you, causing you to huff.

When you got to The Cavern Club, you sat in your seat (as instructed).

Of course, there was a growing crowd of rowdy, desperate girls around your age, ready to get on their knees.

You knew every song they were singing, because even if he though you were one of the whores, you were going to be a decent one.

‘ReHeArSaL’. Their newest album.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He licked his bottom lip flirtatiously, eyeing everyone in the crowd.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, today this is dedicated to a special little lady in the crowd.”

He made eye contact with you, and you didn’t know what to feel.

They played songs like:

‘In Spite Of All The Danger’,

‘That’ll Be The Day’,

‘I’ll Follow The Sun’,

‘Hello Little Girl’,

Songs like that.

Towards the end of their set, they played your personal favourite: ‘The One After 909’.

And the entire time, he never took his eyes off of you.

“Now, this final song ain’t even ours, so thank you Mr Presley.”

‘Mean Woman Blues’

You shook your head, enjoying the sound of John Lennon’s voice.

“Kiss so hard, she bruise my lips.”

Certain aspects of the song he sang to you. As if he was trying to tell you something, but the idea in your mind that he didn’t give a fuck about you still stuck in your mind.

Alcohol was shared around after the gig, somehow you ended up in his lap, trying to stop him binge drinking, and smoking cigarette after cigarette.

“It’s getting late, I should go home.” You told him, trying to pry yourself away from his hands.

John creased his eyebrows.

“Baby it’s four o’clock.”

He showed you the broken watch face on his wrist.

“Look, I just gotta get home.”

He’d followed you as you walked out of the Club, grabbing your wrist in the process.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?”

Somehow, you just snapped.

“What’s wrong? I don’t fucking know, John. Maybe it’s because one day you act like I don’t exist and have another one of your whores hanging off of your shoulder, and the next day you perform a song for me and literally hanging off of my hips. I’m not another one of your whores, John Lennon.”

He seemed very taken aback. And I mean, very, very taken aback.

You see, John was in love with you. He only hung out with those desperate girls to try and get over you. You were perfect, the woman he dreamed of. He certainly didn’t think of you as one of his whores, more like his wife. John never meant to make you feel unwanted. For God’s sake, the man needed you.

It took him a moment to run after you, turning you and crashing his lips onto your own.

You tried to push him away, but he just held you face tighter in his arms.

“(Y/n) I love you,”

You stopped struggling for a moment, staring up at him with those big, doleful, tearful eyes of yours which he loved so dearly.

He wiped your running mascara from under your eyes gently.

“Don’t cry princess. I need you. I love you for God’s sake. You’re the one person I need in my life. You are my life. Darling I would never even dream of thinking of you as one of those sluts in the bar. You’re special.” He poured his heart out, his own eyes tearing up as he spoke.

You laughed dryly, sniffing.

“You have a funny way of showing it, John Lennon.”

You pulled away.

“Marry me.”

He blurted out, causing you to stop in your tracks. His words surprised both you, and himself.

“What did you say?”

Shit, this wasn’t the way he wanted to do it. But he was certain he was going to loose you if he didn’t.

He lowered himself onto his left knee, as you approached him once more.

John fumbled with the box in his pocket, holding it out with his right hand.

“Marry me, please. This isn’t the way I wanted to do it. I was gonna ask you later actually. But baby, I need you. I want to be with you forever. Marry me.” He said, sincerely.

In the box, a tiny little diamond. The one his grandfather proposed to his grandmother with in The Great War.

“We’re sixteen, John.” You told him, with wide eyes.

He just shrugged, holding the ring further out to you.

“Marry me, (Y/n).”

“You’re fucking crazy, John Lennon.”

He just stared at you, waiting for an answer.

“L-look, if you don’t want to I understand-” He stuttered, but you cut him off.

“Yes.”

He looked at you, wide-eyed.

“What?”

“Yes. I will marry you.”

He picked you up and spun you around, slipping the ring onto your finger gently, ferociously pushing his lips against his own.

“My Mrs Lennon.”

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trivia-bangtan · 2 years

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misunderstand - jjk (drabble)

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre: best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, basketballplayer!jungkook college!jungkook

warning: there might be cursing idk i started this in june lmaooooo but there is angst, a lil fluff, a lil corniness 🤪

authors note: NOT RELATED TO AFTER!!! this is just a drabble i finally finished after 6 months 🤪 needed a break from the story but i’ll be back with another chapter soon but i’m finishing up all these short stories after M O N T H S soooo yeah lol love u guys ❤️ stay safe

you thought it was just going to be another day at work, filled with grease and bustling noises that would’ve helped time pass. but life has a funny way of working out. it happened to be dead and your hot best friend happened to be walking in the door.

“holy shit,” you whisper to yourself, taking in the sight of a totally buff jungkook.

you have heard his name being whispered around campus, everyone taking note of how incredibly attractive he got over summer vacation. must’ve been the basketball training camp he went to. you knew he wanted to take the sport more serious, considering that’s how he got into school, but this serious? it was hard to believe.

“you’re looking at me funny,” jungkook chuckles as he finally makes his way over to you.

“that’s just my face you asshole,” you grumble, ignoring the butterflies that grew in the pit of your stomach once he got near.

“funny,” he counters, taking a spot at the bar top.

“your usual?” you ask, trying to avoid looking at him directly.

“sure,” he says, shrugging off his coat, revealing his long sleeve shirt that clung to his muscles in a way that had you drooling. this was unfair.

“hey jungkook,” a voice cuts through, catching his attention. jungkook looks over to her and smiles as she sits herself behind him.

“hi,” he smiles, leaning onto his folded arms that rested on the bar top. you roll your eyes and walk away, putting the ticket onto the line to give the cooks. you tried to busy yourself as you tried to avoid jungkook and the girl shamelessly flirting in front of you.

you know that you shouldn’t let it bother you, considering you and jungkook were nothing but friends. but it did. because you liked him before he decided to have yet another glo up. you were sure she was only interested because of his newfound persona he developed whilst he was away. you never imagined jungkook becoming the cringed cliche of being a fuckboy jock, but alas, the world keeps shocking you in many ways it seems.

“order up,” hoseok yells, setting jungkook’s food out. you grab it and make your way to him, setting his food down and walking away, not giving him the time of day.

jungkook couldn’t deny that it hurt him. your actions were something new. you usually stood near him, watching as he munched on his meal that you comped, stealing a fry or two and keeping him company. especially since it was usually dead this time around. he missed you, that much he couldn’t deny. he hadn’t had a proper minute to speak to you since the year started three weeks ago, and he couldn’t tell if it was intentional at this point.

“you good?” hoseok asks, wiping down a counter in the kitchen. you looked over at him and sighed.

“i don’t even know if i know him anymore,” you shrug, feeling defeated at admitting this. you and jungkook had long been friends since you two could walk. your mom was super sick after she gave birth to you and seeing as you two were neighbors, you often spent many nights at the jeon household while your mother and father were away doing treatments for your mom. and whilst she was home, you often stayed out to not remind yourself of the constant pain she was in. you loved your mom, dearly, but you didn’t want to watch her wither away. those weren’t memories you wanted to keep.

when she managed to get better, then later fall into remission, you still stayed close to jungkook, spending countless days and nights at each other’s houses.

you two were as thick as thieves, but now, you could barely recognize the man sitting a ways away.

“i’m sure that’s not true,” hoseok countered, frowning at your sadness. hoseok had always been a glass half full kind of guy, which matched with your “screw the cup, why does it matter?” personality. but not even his optimism could give you any sort of hope. jungkook hadn’t returned any of your calls or texts. and you wouldn’t have minded if he was as busy as he said he was.

maybe he was busy. too busy for you.

you heaved another sigh as you walked back to the register, ringing out another meal and giving them a warm parting before grabbing a rag and hitting the floor to wipe tables. anything to get your mind off of the man who stood a few feet away watching you longingly.

you hadn’t even seen jungkook leave, too occupied in your mind to notice. you caught sight of the money he left behind to cover the cost of his meal, a rarity since you usually comped it for being a friend. you knew he probably only did this because he was unsure of where you two stood at the current moment. but you couldn’t help but let your anxiety run you ragged, creating awful scenarios that were highly improbable. you didn’t like living like this. and you wished it would change. but you were unsure if it ever could at this point.

“hey,” jungkook smiles, catching you sitting alone underneath your usual spot under a tree, enjoying the shade it provided. you looked up from you textbook, squinting at the figure that stood in front of you. his presence caught you off guard, expecting him to be hanging out at the overly excited basketball team across the field. but alas, here was.

“sup,” you say casually, looking down at the textbook, ignoring him as you normally do. it’s been hard, but you have decided it was for the best. he changed. he wasn’t the same person he once was. and you weren’t going to sit around and wait for him to suddenly revert back to his old ways. he changed and he adapted to it, which means you should too.

“i’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he smiles, trying to push through the obviously thick tension. he wasn’t willing to give you up, and he wasn’t sure if it was just for the sake of your friendship anymore. he knew his feelings for you have changed at some point, but he hasn’t really had the time to really decipher them due to your guys’ lack of communication.

“i haven't changed since you left. if you knew me, you would’ve known where to find me,” you murmur, flicking through the page and trying your best to ignore the aching in your heart. this wasn’t you. you weren’t cold and distant. you loved with all you had and you did it fearlessly. jungkook’s face contorted into a look of displeasure. now he knew for sure something was wrong.

“hey,” he said softly, placing a hand on your knee. your eyes flickered to his touch, taking note of the tattoos on his hand that snaked up his arm. you hadn’t quite noticed that before, but it’s not like you were really taking in the sight of him.

“what’s wrong? what did i do?” jungkook asked, his voice small. jungkook knew what he did. you both were very much aware of it. but he didn’t know how to approach the subject without setting you off. he doubted this was the best way, by playing dumb, but he wanted to hear you say it. say that there was a fracture in the structure of your friendship. he wanted to confirm that he wasn’t imagining this all in his head and that it was really real and happening. but you wouldn’t even look at him.

“people change jungkook, and that’s fine. it’s natural. but just because you’ve changed, doesn’t mean i have to change at the same pace you do. i’m satisfied with myself and who i am,” you responded, not bothering to even look at him. because you know that the minute you do, you’ll lose all composure you’ve managed to gather since the start of this conversation.

“woah, what? change? i’ve never, nor would i ever, ask you to change who you are. that was way out of left field,” jungkook says, leaning away. where did that even come from? jungkook would never try to change anyone? is that what you thought of him?

“jungkook you’re living this new life and with it comes new territory that i’m not comfortable with,” you murmur. you began to notice that you two were starting to drift further and further apart from one another, metaphorically and physically. his hand was no longer on your knee and you were now shriveled further into the tree.

“what new life? y/n there’s nothing that changed about me. i’m the same ol’ jungkook. the one you used to visit everyday. the one you practically lived with. the one who held your hair when you threw up. the one who held you after every breakup. the one who stood in the stands at every baseball game when nobody else was. the one who gave you your first kiss and took your virginity. the one who always have and always will love you,” jungkook snapped, his voice rising as he spoke to the point where he was yelling. you wanted to take his sudden confession as something more than what it was. but you knew he meant that he loved you as a friend. but god, did you wish he loved you in the same way you did him.

enough silence had passed between you, jungkook panting from his long winded confession. jungkook was suddenly coming down from his adrenaline high, realizing what he had done and further realizing you hadn’t said anything in return. he was panicking. why weren’t you saying anything back?

jungkook let out a frustrated sigh before rising to his feet. you watched him in silence, hoping he would just walk away and leave you alone to revel in your anxiety filled thoughts.

“god i wish how you could see it how i do for once,” jungkook huffed in frustration. you now stood up, gathering your things.

“i would rather die,” you seethe, stomping away, leaving jungkook heartbroken underneath the tree.

___

“i wish you two would just talk. this long distance pining is disgusting,” jimin whispered into your ear, hoping you would hear him through the roars from the crowd. jimin had managed to coax you into coming with him and hobi to your school’s basketball game.

it had been two months since jungkook snapped at you underneath the tree, and you two haven’t spoken since. and trying to avoid him wasn’t working either. if anything, it was worse. everywhere you go, you seen him or heard his name. he was bloody everywhere and it was starting to work on your nerve.

you knew at this point that you two were being flat out childish, more so you than him, but you weren’t willing to give into him so easily. jungkook always got his way, no matter what, and you weren’t feeding into his ego streak. but yet, here you were, watching his game in the stands with adoring fans.

especially yoona. yoona was the head cheerleader for your school’s team, and practically a match made in heaven for jungkook. or so she appeared to be. she was always clinging to his side, walking to class with him and being his little roadie. everywhere you turned, where you saw him, she was sure to follow. it would make sense though, to have the two of them being the school’s “it” couple. as cliche as it was.

god, you were just living a terrible wattpad fic. it was comical.

“i’m not pining and neither is he. look,” you say, nodding towards jungkook who was now smiling at yoona who was handing him a towel and stroking his bicep. and he was just feeding into it.

“if you grip that drink any tighter, it’s going to spill all over the poor girls back in front of you,” hoseok laughed, placing his hand on yours, prying the cup from your vice grip. you released it, rolling your eyes as hoseok’s laugh echoed through the gym, cutting through the noise somehow.

you failed to realize it caught the attention of jungkook. he watched as hobi wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning into you, making a small smile dance across your lips. he could feel his hands shaking with jealousy.

“yo kook, you need to focus on the game here. we need you,” yoongi shouted, snatching the basketball from jungkook’s shaking hands. jungkook forced himself to look away from you, the last thing he seen was you placing your arm on hobi’s thigh, leaning into his chest.

is that why you rejected him? because you and hobi were already dating? hobi knew how he felt, he was jungkook’s friend too. the betrayal tasted putrid on his tongue, so he forced himself to shake loose the events and focus on the game at hand.

“told you he’d be jealous,” hobi said from above you. you rolled your eyes.

“doesn’t mean anything. he could be jealous of our friendship,” you counter.

“like how you are with him and yoona,” hobi chuckled, feeling the vibration on your back as it rolled through his chest.

“ya know, i’d like it if we didn’t talk about this anymore,” you huff. hobi laughed again, the sound a constant in your ears.

“one more test. and if he doesn’t clench his jaw or roll his eyes, then he’s not jealous,” hobi responded, hoping to finally get through to you.

“what test?”

“do you trust me?”

“that’s never a good sign,” you groan. hobi laughs one last time and then waits. he doesn’t tell you anything and you’re left to wonder what he is up to. a couple minutes pass, the teams warming up before the teams are called to get ready for showtime. you watch as jungkook jogs over to his coach, choosing to stand in the huddle in a way where he his standing in front of the crowd. he looks up at you one last time, finding it hard to pull away.

“ready?” hobi asks.

“for?” hobi failed to fill you in the plan, so you were confused as to what you were supposed to be ready for.

then he does it. he pulls you to sit up straight and plants a small kiss onto your cheeks. your eyes widen as you catch jungkook’s reaction.

and like he said, jungkook’s jaw clenches so tight that you think his teeth might snap and he rolls his eyes before he leans down to join the rest of the team.

“told ya,” hobi chuckles leaning away from and folding his arms across your chest.

“you just violated me!”

“you’re so dramatic, it was a tiny kiss. i do it all the time,” hobi shrugs.

“i’m sorry?” jimin asks, interrupting the conversation.

“relax babe, in a non platonic way of course,” hobi laughs, placing his hand on jimin’s thigh and patting it in a comforting type of way.

oh yeah, jimin and hobi had been dating. since jungkook left for basketball camp. did you forget to mention that?

“you’re so lucky i love her. otherwise i would have to murder her,” jimin pouts.

“there will be no murder of any sort please. i’m just an innocent bystander in this jealousy trap,” you giggle, bumping your shoulder against jimin’s, making him smile at you in return.

the game starts at the sound of the buzzer and it sets the crowd off, the small arena drowning in chants for both teams. as painful as it is to admit, you couldn’t tear your eyes off of jungkook. he was talented (which came as no surprise to you). you watched him race up and down the court, sinking the ball every once in awhile and earning points for the team. and after every score, you two managed to lock eyes for a millisecond before his focus was returned to the game he was playing. you couldn’t understand why he was playing these mind games with you.

sure, maybe you had an idea. you two were friends. it was familiar to fall in a rhythm with each other, so maybe he was confused with his idea of love? maybe he just cared too much for you that he had to call it love? maybe his idea of love and yours were different?

the possibilities were endless and it was actually starting to give you a headache. well, that, and the fact that the stands were starting to feel like the pits of hell.

“i’m going to go and get some water,” you whisper in hobi’s ear.

“you want one of us to come with?” he asks, leaning into you. jungkook happened to look up at a poor time. to him, it looked like you were asking him to leave. jungkook watched as you smiled at him, nodding your head at the exit. hobi said something he couldn’t hear and flashed you a wink which made you shake your head in a teasing manner. he remembers when he used to be on the receiving end of those looks. fuck, did he miss it.

“jeon! focus!” he hears the coach yell from the sidelines.

he’s gotta focus on this game. he can’t afford to fuck anything else up in his life. as much as it pains him, he forces all thoughts of you out of his head and tells himself that for the remainder of the game, the court is all that matters.

you slink past the row of people to make your way to the concession stand, your priorities set on finding something to drink asap. you thank the heavens that there is practically no line as everyone is focused on the game that’s happening. you step behind two people and focus your attention on the menu board.

“you’re yn, right?” you hear a nasally voice say from behind you. you whip around and spot yoona, her arms crossed as she stares you up and down.

“why? who’s asking?” you bite back. you can feel the energy. it’s as negative as negative gets. you were pretty sure she was here to try and intimidate you and the thought made you laugh.

“the only woman in jungkook’s life that is of importance,” she snaps back, her lips pursed. you scoff and roll your eyes before turning around.

“i’m not done talking to you,” she shouts, the person in front of you looking at the scene before turning back around, minding their business.

“well i’m done listening,” you sigh. you know that she’s trying to push you away from jungkook. she looks ridiculous without knowing the fact that you and jungkook were hardly even friends even more.

“you��re going to listen, whether you like it or not,” she says. she grips your arm and spins you around to look at her. your instincts kick in and you shove her in her chest, causing her to fall on her ass.

“did you just hit me?” she asks incredulously.

“girl, please. i shoved you. that’s called self defense when someone puts their hands on you and starts demanding shit. next time you put your hands on me, i’m just gonna beat your ass, got it?” you snarl.

“you’re gonna regret this,” she threatens, trying to stand to her feet.

“threaten me again and see how that works out for you,” you say, walking away from the concession stand and leaving the game entirely. you had had enough of this shit show for one day.

_____

“you hit her?” hoseok asks in disbelief. you whirl around to shush him, trying not to disturb the few customers that occupied the vacant diner.

“i did not hit her. i shoved her. she put her hands on me first,” you shrug, sifting through your notepad, trying to keep yourself occupied.

“well… when you put it like that, i guess it’s not that big of a deal. as long as you didn’t hit her,” hobi shrugs, tossing his rag into the sink.

“she’s lucky i didn’t,” you scoff, eyes still occupied on the notepad.

you two were so stuck in conversation that you didn’t hear the dinging of the front door. you guys also missed the seething jungkook quickly making his way to you.

“yn,” he hisses. your head snaps up at the sound of your name and your eyes narrow when they lock on the man of the hour.

“welcome to bighit diner. will it be for here or to go?” you say, eyes still in slits as your voice changes to your customer service one.

“we need to talk,” he states simply.

“i’m sorry sir but if you’re not going to be dining here, i can’t help you,” you huff, stuffing your notepad in your apron and walking away.

“fuck this,” he says. you were prepared to ask him what he meant when his hand grabs your wrist and yanks you into the kitchen.

“you can’t be back here! you’re going to get me in trouble,” you seethe.

“did you hit yoona?” he asks. you’ve gotta be shitting me.

“are you shitting me right now?” you ask him with absolute venom. your body was practically vibrating with anger at this point and jungkook could tell.

“look, i’m not pissed at you or anything because i know you but--”

“don’t pull this shit. you don’t know me anymore. and now i’m sincerely doubting you ever did,” you spit. jungkook steps back as if he was visibly struck by you. your words have never hurt as much as they have just now.

“why would you say that?” he asks, his voice full of hurt.

“because, i barely know you now. you’re so busy wrapped up in the fame of being the basketball star that you don’t even see how you’ve been acting! i rarely see you anymore and when i do you’re so wrapped up in yoona i can’t tell where you start and she ends. you walk around here like you’re some macho tough guy and maybe that’s fine for others but i miss the old kook. the on who used to stay up with me all night when my mom was sick. the one who thinks ramen is a food group. the one who watched romcom’s after every breakup. the one who whispered sweet nothings and promises into my ear when he took my virginity. the one i fell in love with,” you shout. you’ve long forgotten the fact that you were at work and the few customers just outside the kitchen doors who probably heard you, but you didn’t quite care anymore. you were tired. you were sad. you were angry. you were in love.

jungkook couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. he couldn’t believe you loved him in the same way he loved you. but most of all, he couldn’t believe how hurt you were by someone he wasn’t.

“yn i--”

“look, jungkook, i have a job to do. you need to leave,” you mumble, slightly embarrassed by your rash outburst. you couldn’t believe you openly admitted to having a major crush on him for so long. you wondered how pathetic you must’ve looked to him having admitted this. he was mr. cool guy and you were some random. you were practically a nobody in his world. you’ve convinced yourself that you don’t belong in his world anymore. and he wished to god you could see things his way.

“why do you keep pushing me away?” jungkook asked, his voice cracking from the overwhelming amount of pain.

“because.. maybe we just don’t fit together the way we used to. people grow up and people change and maybe that’s what happened to us,” you murmur, your voice nearly a whisper. you could practically feel your heart cracking as the seconds ticked by agonizingly slow. you have tried to deny the fact that you two just weren’t the same anymore. that you two were not who you guys once were.

“you’ve convinced yourself that i changed but maybe you have,” jungkook defensively refutes. sure, jungkook’s body has changed, but that’s about it. he still gets nervous when girls come up to him. he still gets shy when the teacher calls him out in class. he still gets competitive when he plays basketball. and he still loves you the same way he did as a kid.

“what do you mean?” you ask defensively. you had thought of this before. you thought of the idea that maybe jungkook was just embracing who he had always been and you were trying so hard to pretend like you were the same person. but you weren’t. you had been so overcome with jealousy that you tried to distance yourself from the situation. because, in your mind, what right did you have to be jealous? jungkook wasn’t yours. and the thought pained you.

so you tried to close yourself off from it all and, in the process, lost who you were.

“look, i get it. i do. it’s scary growing up, but you’re not alone. you will always have me by your side. but you have to stop fighting me and pushing me away,” jungkook muttered. he was now standing a mere inches from you. you were so overwhelmed with everything that was happening that it made your head spin. but it was happening.

you confessed to him and now you had to confess to yourself. you were the only person stopping you guys from being around each other.

“i just… fuck, koo i’m scared,” you murmur helplessly. being vulnerable wasn’t your forte. sure, you loved with all your heart but sharing the other parts of your heart? that was uncharted territory for you. and jungkook knew that. so for you to admit the fear of change, whether that be the change of who you were becoming or the change of your guys’ relationship, it made him smile. not in a “haha, i told you so” kind of way. he could never be that condescending. it was more of a “i didn’t know how much i could love a person” kind of smile.

“why?” he asks, trying to see how far he could push you into admitting the truth. the tension was palpable; you both wanted each other. and he told you this long ago. despite your winded confession (which made him smile when he thought about how similar you two actually were due to the strikingly similar confessions), he wanted you to hear it for yourself. and he wanted to hear it too. not out of spite, or anger. he didn’t want any malicious intent behind why you confessed. that’s not how he wanted his new future with you to begin.

“i don’t want to lose you,” you mumble, eyes cast downward as you started at the checkered floor.

“yn, my love. there is nothing in the world you could do to make me ever stop loving you. you are my moon, my sun and my earth. you are my best friend. you are the girl who was my first time and i would love nothing more than for you to be my last. because this life? it’s not worth living if didn’t have you by my side. am i scared? hell yeah. but that fear will never stop me from loving you with my whole heart,” he confessed, your face cradled in his hands, forcing you to look up at him. he wanted you to hear him, really listen this time, and he prayed you would match his courage to say what you needed to him. you inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly before nodding your head.

“i’ve been so jealous of the life you’re living because i know that you deserve to love someone who matches your level. you’re smart, talented, fit, creative, kind and respectful. you deserve all the stars in the galaxy, and damned if i don’t try to give them to you myself. and call me selfish but please… please don’t fall in love with anyone else. please, love me in the way i love you. with my whole entire soul,” you whisper, afraid you would start shouting your confession again.

“finally! nicholas sparks couldn’t have directed anything this good,” you two hear jimin cheer, his face visible behind the glass circle on the door. you guys giggle at him then at each other, leaning into jungkook’s chest.

“now is the time where you two kiss,” jimin eyes, dropping down to disappear completely.

“dammit jimin! what did i say about meddling?” you guys hear hobi shout in a distance causing you two to burst out into laughter. after the laughs start to die down, you peer up at jungkook. jungkook smiles and he is so overwhelmed with love for you that he pulls you in, leaning down. when your lips meet, it’s not hasty or rushed in any sense. there’s no intense tongue action of the sort anywhere. but that doesn’t mean it lacks intensity. it feels like, finally, things are lining up the way they’re supposed to and all those months of sadness are worth this very moment. you two pull away after some time.

“so… you hit another girl for me?” jungkook says playfully after some time.

“i should’ve hit you instead. you’re head is big enough, i shouldn’t miss,” you tease, slapping his chest, making jungkook laugh.

“well i’m sad to announce that your vicious street fighting days have come to an end, seeing as you’ve won me over,” jungkook smirks.

“actually, yoona can keep you, i’m good,” you smile, pushing him away to return to reality, hoping the place was still as dead as you left it. jungkook has other plans, grabbing your waist and pulling you back into him, holding you against his chest.

“it’s too late. looks like you’re stuck with me.”

“yay me

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Deadbeat Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut, cursing, abandonment, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter introduces some new plots and conflicts, so it jumps around a little more than the previous ones.

I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter.

Tags and Requests are OPEN

Part One // Part Two

Henry Curtis was one of the most infuriating people Lee had ever met. Curtis was a writer for the Columbus newspaper and constantly pestering the Sheriff. Curtis seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever the Sheriff did anything. He was desperately trying to catch the Sheriff doing anything but so far had remained unsuccessful. Curtis was the biggest obstacle Lee faced in winning re-election. The man would show up out of nowhere, pen and pad in hand ready to find anything that would be enough to keep the Sheriff out of office.

Maybe Curtis was just doing his job, but Lee always felt like it was much more personal. It was probably just his own resentment of the man who was just doing his job. But the man didn’t have to be so goddamn invasive. When the Sheriff had devised his plan on offering to rent a room from you, he was so tied up in his own mess of divorce and his somewhat confusing feelings towards you he had completely forgotten about the press. They would have a field day with the divorce alone, but now on top of everything else, Lee knew he should be more careful.

Lee always had to be careful, especially if he was meeting Leroy Brown. Lee would make sure he drove way out of town, and always insisted they met at a different location every time. This would infuriate Brown but Lee was the only lawman he had working for him. Sometimes Lee would drive several hours out of the way, always at some deserted ghost town or some sad excuse for a diner or a bar. Always somewhere no one would recognize him.

Lee lied to you and told you he and a few of the deputies would need to drive out of town for a stakeout when he needed to meet with Brown. It was one of those nights, sitting in the cruiser with the headlights off, as he parked in an abandoned parking lot almost two hours out of town.

He had been able to put this off for a couple weeks, lying about other legitimate jobs getting in the way. Honestly, it was because he wanted to one, avoid anything that would cause suspicion from Henry Curtis hearing he was back in town and two, he was selfishly allowing himself to just spend his nights at his new home, spending all the time he could manage with you. It was like being in that little white house was a place where he could let himself be delusional, and time spent with you was what his life actually was, not this mess he was currently dealing with. He wanted out.

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man. He knew that his laundry list of offenses had tarnished his badge a long time ago. He knew what he was doing, and before he never cared. Now, he’s thinking about how his actions could affect you. You were innocent, unaware of everything he was stuck in. He knew you weren’t stupid, and he was sure the town knows some about his corruption. But now, he couldn’t rationalize away his actions for any reason when it came to you. Janie? She didn’t care and would encourage it. She’d be in on it too. She’d have no problem lying to ladies at Church or starting other rumors to keep the town talking about anyone but Lee. She was as power hungry as he was sometimes, which could be a testament as to how their loveless marriage held together for so long.

***

“Hi, I’m looking for a Ms. (Y/L/N)?” the man asked when he approached you, talking a seat at one of the barstools.

“Who’s asking for her?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Henry Curtis, I work for the Columbus Dispatch.”

“The newspaper?”

“That’s the one.”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I’m doing a story on her mother’s marriage to Harvey Tucker.”

“She’s not here tonight. But I can let her know you were here. Do you got a card?”

The man pulled out a business card from his wallet and slide it across the bar. You picked it up and read all the information before putting it in the pocket of your apron.

“Seems weird for the Columbus paper to want to do a story on that a month and a half after it happened,” you said skeptically.

“We did cover the story when it happened,” Curtis informed you. “Doing a follow up since the story broke about his wife missing.”

“Missing?” you ask. “Do they know what happened?”

“Robbed the bastard blind and then ran apparently,” Curtis said casually looking past you at the chalkboard on the wall. “Scotch, neat.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, grabbing the bottle from the shelf. “Has anything else been found out yet?”

“Not yet, that’s why I’m here. Checking in to see if she’d come back here because I heard Ms. (Y/L/N) still lives around these parts.” He then pulled a newspaper out of the inside pocket of his coat and started flipping through the pages.

“She has another kid too, right?” you asked, playing dumb. “A boy, I think. Do you know where he is?”

“Couldn’t say,” he sounded very indifferent, “Most likely went with her but who knows? I went to the Sheriff’s office to see if they knew anything but the Sheriff wasn’t there.”

“That’s too bad,” you say. “I’m sure Sheriff Bodecker would help you help if he can.”

Your statement made Mr. Curtis chuckle, but you didn’t follow up on it. You were just focusing on getting as much information about your mother and brother as you could.

“Speaking of Mr. Bodecker,” he began, “I recently saw his wife is getting remarried. Saw the announcement of the engagement in the paper.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” you respond, skeptically. You didn’t know why but you didn’t trust this man. It was something in the tone of his voice, or maybe it was just how he held himself. Very polished, a suit and a nice dress jacket. He looked very out of place in this town, and this little bar.

“You familiar with the Sheriff at all, miss?”

“Not too well,” you shrug, “Haven’t had any run-ins with the law myself.”

“Not even a speeding ticket?” He asks, only a little condescendingly.

“Can’t get a speeding ticket if you don’t have a car,” you point out.

“Touché,” he chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

He doesn’t ask you anymore questions, and when he leaves, he gives you a five-dollar tip.

***

Lee receives his cut from Brown. There was nothing new to report on that front and his meeting went by smoothly. All Lee had to do was to turn a blind eye, and make sure the rest of the department stays unaware of the brothel’s existence. Brown always insisted on meeting with him, wanting to know what the Sheriff’s department was investigating and making sure his businesses stayed under the radar. He felt sick, and is preoccupied with the fact he has an envelope of dirty money in the cruiser’s glovebox.

It’s around midnight when he pulls up to the house. He expects that you’re already asleep, but he notices the lamp is on in the living room. He takes the money out of his glovebox and tucks it away into the inner pocket of his jacket. Coming inside, he finds you on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the business card Mr. Curtis had given you. You face is stained with dried up tears, and you still haven’t even changed out of your work clothes.

“What’s that?” he asks, the sight of you breaking his heart. He winces because he comes off a lot harsher than he meant.

“Some reporter came while I was at work wanting to talk to me,” you explain softly, you sound exhausted. “Wanted to talk to me cause he’s doing a story on my mother. Apparently, she’s on the run from the Columbus police.”

You extend your hand to give Lee the card. He feels his jaw clench when he reads the information. “What happened?” he asks, taking a deep breath and sitting down next to you.

“I pretended I wasn’t me,” you say, another tear rolling down your cheek. “He came in asking for me so I said I’d pass his card on. I didn’t want to tell him who I was because he didn’t explain why he was looking for me at first. I don’t know- just scared me. I’m more upset about the news itself than him.”

“You did the right thing,” Lee said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. He was angry, but he didn’t show it. It worried him, fucking Curtis snooping around this close to you. It made him feel protective, wanting to shield you from the whole ordeal. He had been on the receiving end of unsolicited attention from the press and he knew how ruthless they were. He knew this wouldn’t be the only time Curtis would try to get in touch with you. He’d find out where you lived, he’d continue to show up while you were working- the whole nine yards. He didn’t want you going through that.

Curtis talking to you also made him incredibly paranoid. It was his two worlds that he desperately wanted to keep apart were colliding. He knew it was impossible, but he so wanted to keep you separated from the other part of his life. It wasn’t who he wanted you to see. Hell, he hasn’t even been here for a month. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep you in the dark, at least that wasn’t entirely intentional. Actually, he wasn’t sure, maybe it was intentional. However, it wasn’t just you he wanted to hide aspects of his life from. He wanted his involvement with Brown and others hidden from every goddamn registered voter. You were no different, he tried to rationalize. But that wasn’t true. These feelings he harbored for you, were getting worse. He needed to unwrap himself from this situation, and for the sake of you finding out he was a shill, keep you away from that asshole. He didn’t want to let himself think about how the way you look at him would change.

And here he was, making the situation all about him. It was in his nature.

“He’s just going to show up again if I don’t call him,” you say, wiping your eyes. “Maybe I should just call him in the morning. Just be honest and say I don’t know anything. He can keep coming around but nothing is going to change.”

“I can take care of it,” he says. He couldn’t risk you talking to Curtis again. For all he knows, Curtis would tell you all about the story on the Sheriff he’d been trying to confirm for years. Lee knew he couldn’t let that happen. He fully intends on telling you, but how the hell do you bring that up? ‘Hey doll, I’m also on the payroll of every pimp and bootlegger in a ten-mile radius, just letting you know.’ It wasn’t going to come up, unless Curtis tells you about it. He’d be hoping to pull himself out if it, show you how you made him want to be better.

For now, he settles for comforting you, and just being there to take care of you. Make you feel better. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and lets you cry into his chest. He sighs, kissing the top of your head in a friendly way and you curl up against him. Under different circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have let yourself do this- show your vulnerability or allow anyone to comfort you like this. But it was all the events of the past month, your mother leaving, everything, just all hitting you at once, and you were happy you weren’t alone.

In the morning, you wake up on the couch with a blanket over you. You see Lee asleep in the chair, and you realize he stayed with you all night. It makes your heart flutter. You pull the blanket up over your chin and close your eyes again. You felt surprisingly well rested. The stress and worry were pushed to the back of your mind long enough to let you get some sleep. It still lingered in the back of your mind, but you reminded yourself that for now, there was nothing you could do. You had the day off, and you let yourself have a little longer time to sleep in.

You woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of sizzling on the stove. When you opened your eyes, Lee was no longer in the chair. You sat up and looked toward the kitchen, where you saw Lee with his back to you while he worked with the pans on top of the stove. The portable radio was positioned on the counter, and it was playing at a low volume, so it wouldn’t wake you up.

“Hey,” you say softly, still waking up as you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning, doll,” he says, glancing back at you for a moment. “How’re you feeling?”

“A little better,” you admit, grabbing a mug for yourself out of the cabinet. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, savoring the smell before making it how you usually take it. “Thank you for sitting with me,” you say honestly, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he says with a small grin. “I just wanted to help.”

“I really appreciate it, Lee,” you reiterate your thanks, hopping up to take a seat on the counter, watching him cook breakfast. “Didn’t know you knew how to cook,” you joke, making him chuckle.

“I’m full of surprises, sweetheart,” he smirks, making you feel flushed. You take another drawn out sip of your coffee to try to distract yourself. You watch his arms, and his hands as they maneuver and flex when he cooks. You imagine how they must feel, your eyes focused on the veins. You bit your lip and it reminds you of the dream you had a little while back when he first moved in. You imagine him stepping in between your legs as your propped up on the counter, his hands gently gripping your thighs and-

“I’ll get it,” you announce hurriedly as you hear someone knock on the front door. You hop off the counter careful to not spill your coffee, and head to answer the door. Lee watches you bounce out of the room, fixing your hair as you go and you don’t catch his smile.

“Arvin,” you say surprised, stepping out onto the porch. “What are you doing here?” you ask, with a small grin. You’re confused but nonetheless happy to see him.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” he observes, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say dismissively, “Just last night I was thinking about my ma and everything. Just had trouble sleeping is all.”

“The Sheriff didn’t do anything?” Arvin asked in a hushed tone, looking over your shoulder to see if Lee could hear you two.

“No, nothing, he’s been perfectly fine,” you say coming to the Sheriff’s defense. “I know you and Ms. Russell are worried, I know how it must look- but Arvin I swear he’s just my tenant. He’s been nothing but a gentleman.”

“Just making sure,” he says, letting it go for now. “Lenora asked me to bring these by for you.” He hands you the glass baking dish that you can see is filled with homemade cinnamon rolls. “She’s been practicing making all kinds of baked goods for when the Church does that bake sale and has me running all over town giving it away cause me and Uncle Earskell can’t keep up with it all.”

“Tell her thank you for me,” you say with a smile, “And I’ll bring the dish with me to Church tomorrow- give it back to her.”

“She misses you I think,” Arvin says sheepishly, pushing his hands into his front pockets. “I mean- I do- I think my whole family does- we all do. I’m sorry my grandmother hasn’t asked you over in a while…”

“I understand,” you nod. “Reputation is an important thing.”

“I just didn’t want you to think it was because of us,” he says looking down at the porch, his eyes fixed on a loose board. “You know how she is- everything no matter the context is somehow a sin. Scared to death of her own shadow…”

“I know you’re not that resentful, Arvin Russell,” you chuckle and he relaxes. “And I don’t hold any hard feelings towards anyone in your family- you all have always been good to me.”

“Well, um,” he says awkwardly, looking like he was holding back from saying more. “I got to hit a couple more houses before I head to work, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at Church?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Oh- I wanted to let you know,” he says, turning around as he’s already heading down the front steps, “The principal down at the high school is looking for secretaries- Lenora heard and thought you might be interested. It pays like $35 a week, I think. You should call Linda Carson; I think Lenora said- that’s the woman who’s in charge of hiring people, I think.”

“I’ll call the school first thing Monday morning,” you say, grin stretching from ear to ear. Arvin nods and says goodbye again. You walk back into the house like you’re on top of the world. You couldn’t contain your excitement. That job if you could get it would be a dream. You’d be making so much more than you’re already making. You were so excited.

“You’re in a much better mood than when I last saw you,” Lee jokes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while he eats his breakfast. You notice that he made you a table setting- brought your coffee over and everything. You place the baking dish in the middle of the table and sit down.

“That was Arvin,” you say happily, and Lee feels his heart sink into his stomach.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, trying to not let on how his heart feels like it’s crushed. He knew it was only a matter of time before a boy would come around- whether it be Arvin or someone else your own age.

“Well, first he was just dropping off baked goods Lenora made,” you say gesturing to the dish on the table. “He’s going around to everybody, I guess. He mentioned the high school is looking for office secretaries- Lenora wanted me to know. Thirty-five dollars a week! I’m going to talk to Linda Carson about it Monday morning. Can you imagine? I could get a secretary job.”

Lee feels just a crash of relief wash over him. He’s so happy that you are looking at a new job. You deserve better than that bar. He knew you deserved the job just as much as any of the other candidates. You work harder than anyone he knows.

“That’s fantastic, sugar,” he replies. “You deserve it.”

“Do you think I have a chance?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious- you knew you weren’t as experienced as other candidates would be for sure.

“Of course, I do,” he says, putting down the paper to give you his full attention. “I feel like you getting this job is a definite. There’s no doubt about it.”

“You’re just buttering me up,” you scoff, finishing up your food, making him chuckle. You may have also seen his cheeks redden, but you couldn’t say for sure. You finish off your coffee, and then bring you dishes back to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink. Lee turns his attention back to his newspaper and you head upstairs to get ready for your day.

When you head upstairs, Lee notices that you took the radio with you- and he could hear you were listening to music from upstairs. He decides before it’s too late to ring Mark Cunningham. The line rings a couple of times before Mark answers.

“Cunningham.”

“Morning, Mark. It’s Sheriff Bodecker,” he smirks.

“What can I do for you Sheriff?” he asks, the sound of shuffling paper comes through as well. Most likely flipping through the paper.

“I wanna call in that favor you owe me,” he says, casually pacing the living room, holding the receiver up to his ear and the base of the rotary phone in the other.

“Of course, Sheriff,” he says. A while back, Bodecker busted the principal making moonshine in his old barn that was at the end of his property. Lee looked the other way and was waiting for the right thing to call in a favor for.

“I want you to hire (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for the secretary job,” he says, looking to the stairs, making sure you aren’t coming. The music is still playing loudly from upstairs so he determines he’s still got time.

“That’s all?” Mark asked surprised.

“That’s all I want from you,” Lee replies. “I expect you can make that happen?”

“Without a doubt. When can she start?”

“Still have her come in for an interview. I don’t anyone else knowing I called you about this- including her.”

“Done.”

With that, Lee hangs up the phone, feeling really good about this decision. He knew how much that job meant to you- he could see it in your eyes and how excitedly you talked about it. He can’t wait to see you when you find out you get the position. He knows it’s going to make you so happy. He knows you’d be a fantastic candidate, but this just eliminates any doubt. He reasons that there isn’t much difference, since you were very likely to get it anyways. He just had to make sure.

He can picture you know, coming home from the interview- excited to tell him that you got the job. You’d be so excited you’d jump up and hug him tightly, just so overjoyed that you let your feelings take over. You’d wrap your legs and around his waist and he’d hold you up by holding the back of your thighs. You’d wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck. You’d lift your head up to look at him, embarrassed at your actions and then he’d press his lips to yours. You’d gasp softly, but your lips would melt against his own and your arms would wrap tightly around his neck. He’d walk forward, pressing you up against the wall and he’d kiss your neck mumbling praises of congratulations against your skin as his name falls from your lips at how good he’d make you feel. It’s almost unbearable how bad he wants you.

He heads to him room to get ready for his day, but his mind is still clouded with thoughts of you. He thinks about how much he wants nothing more that to just pin you on his mattress. He wonders if you know how crazy you make him. Sometimes there’s something in your eye that makes him think you want him too, but he’s not sure. His better judgement holds him back from everything he wants to do. He thinks about how it must feel to have his head right in-between your thighs. Back in the kitchen together, he wanted to just get on his knees and worship you. The feeling of them pressing against him as he sucks on your clit and runs his tongue across your folds.

Serval hours later, he can’t shake the thoughts, even sitting in his office at the sheriff’s station- working on a Saturday yet again. He’s cooped up in his office, unable to get through any of the paperwork that has piled up on his desk. He’s thinking about you, again, but in this daydream, you’re bent over his desk- because you came by to see him on your break from work at the school. His office door locked and his blinds pulled so he can bend you over and take you right there- rough and fast, sending you back to work with a feeling of him still there between your legs well after you’re back at your own desk, still sore from the encounter.

“You got a visitor, Lee,” the intercom on his desk lights up.

“Send ‘em in,” he responds back, shaking his head to snap out of it. He needed to get a grip.

“Sorry I didn’t call,” you say, walking into his office. His eyes widen and he wonders if he’s still day dreaming. He discreetly pinches himself. You’re actually here, standing in his office, while he looks at you dumbfounded. Part of him would think he manifested it if he was a man of any faith. “You forgot this,” you say, putting his wallet on the desk. “You must have taken it out of your back pocket before falling asleep in the chair last night. It was laying on the coffee table. I figured I’d stop by with it while I was coming up this way anyways.”

“You’re a doll,” he grins, putting his wallet in his back pocket. “What are you doing?”

“I took the bus to the library to return some books, and now I’m going shopping for something to wear when I go in for an interview since I have the day off to go,” you explain. “I’m also probably going to get lunch after that before heading back home. I just didn’t want to be home in case that reporter stopped by. I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”

“I can take care of it,” he says, “He’ll make his way over here soon enough. I can talk to him.”

“You would do that for me?” you ask, the relief evident across your whole face.

“Yeah, I can talk to him, let him know you gave a statement here,” he says. You nod. “You know as much as he does, so it doesn’t matter if I tell him you don’t know shit or if you tell him.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh, so relieved thinking that you won’t have to hear from Henry Curtis again. “If he tells you anything about them… will you let me know?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you say, hurriedly walking over behind him and quickly hugging his shoulders. You then are back by the door again before he can register the gesture. “Are you going to be home tonight?” you ask, your hand on the doorknob.

“Not until late,” he says reluctantly, and he can see the disappointment on your face- unless his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Okay,” you say finally, “Um, I’ll see you later then.”

“Bye, doll,” he says when you walk out of his office.

Are you going to be home tonight? Your voice lingers in his head. It was such a harmless phrase that could’ve just been one of curiosity. Maybe you were just asking because you were thinking about what you were doing for dinner. It most likely just meant nothing. But, the look on your face when he said no makes him think otherwise. Did it mean you cared? That you wanted to spend time with him? You wanted to see him and be with him as desperately as he needed you perhaps? Just the phrasing itself makes his brain feel like putty. It’s like you’re waiting up for him. It’s like you share the house in a way that’s much more than just him renting a room from you. It’s like you’re his and he’s yours. It’s like saying our house… our home. The question was so intimate and implied so much more about how you saw him and what he was to you. He knew seeing him as how he saw you was next to impossible, but you saw him as more than the Sheriff and more than just the jerk living in your house.

Part Four

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Try | D.M.

Summary: Arranged marriages don't always work.

Warnings: mentions of sex, cheating, alcohol, violence, pregnancy, murder/suicide (touched upon briefly in one sentence)

this is kinda a dark towards the end, reader is very self deprecating so only read if comfortable with all things mentioned xx

Word Count: 1.4k

#A/N: I HAVE AGED UP ALL CHARACTER FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS FIC. (fun fact: half of my year group were professional drinkers by 13 and had lost their virginities by 15, UK schools are something else I tell you)

You don’t love him.

He doesn’t even try to.

You had known who Draco would be to you by the time you were old enough to form thoughts. It wasn’t something your parents had ever tried to hide, nor was it something the either of you particularly held opinions for. It was your duty as a pureblood witch; that much had been drilled into you the second you had come out of your mother’s womb, knowing Draco would’ve been through the same had been little solace.

You had spent the years up until your 18th birthday getting along with each other for your family’s sake, a civil understanding between the two of you, but neither of you fully acknowledging what the other meant to them. You had tried. Once. He had looked at you with murder in his eyes and you had never tried again.

The summer before 7th year however, you had shared a bed every night. Protection charms were cast so that you remained pure of course, but they weren’t ever even really needed; you had both been in the same bed, but the distance between you had never been greater. You would both climb into bed, you facing one way, him reading a book until his eyes got heavy and turned to face the opposite way of you. You both pretended as though the other did not exist, something that would become a habit in the years to come.

He was always gone. The first 6 years of Hogwarts you had seen him constantly; you shared the same group of friends after all. They all knew of the betrothal too, no one daring to bring it up infront of the two of you, but you knew they gossiped behind your back. These ‘friends’ of yours were simply pureblooded heirs who would do anything to tear you away from Draco so they could dig their claws into his family fortune. And they were welcome to, you never once stopped their advances on him; no that was his own doing.

For years you had thought that had meant he had respect for your arrangement, for you, but in 7th year you had started finding him with random girls in hallways, skirts bunched up at their waists as he mouthed at their necks. Both too indulged in pleasure to even notice you standing just a mere few metres away. It didn’t matter that they didn’t see you, your face didn’t betray your emotions, you were above that after all.

It hurt at first; not the jealousy kind of hurt; more of the my-arranged-fiancé-who-I-have-no-feelings-for-is-shagging-other-girls kind of hurt.

You didn’t love him, and he sure as hell didn’t love you. Perhaps you were just too naive to think a snake could have an ounce of loyalty in them. That would be the last time you would put faith in him; something you had found rather useful in preventing further unnecessary feelings.

You had spent the next day’s inside of your own head; debating on whether this would be your ticket out of the marriage, or simply be a thorn in your back. You had found him with 6 other girls over the course of a week, all being fucked into oblivion that they hadn’t even noticed you.

Draco had though.

He had seen you the last 3 times, perhaps he had seen you all along, only acknowledging your presence the last few occasions.

Eyes holding their gaze on you as he continued to rock his hips into the girl against him, a smirk on his face. He had wanted you to find him. He had wanted to hurt you. Your expression did not falter once, you held onto his gaze, waited until he was bored of trying to break you and broke eye contact himself.

You had wanted to retaliate; you even went as far as crawling into Theo’s bed after a Slytherin party that had ended with everyone being too drunk to think. But even when you were 7 shots of firewhiskey in, you couldn’t bring yourself to give yourself to someone you didn’t love. Thinking back on it now, you wondered if you even would’ve been able to, given the protective blood charm your father had placed on you to protect your worth.

You had been in hysterics, not over Draco, but upon the realisation of how powerless you were that you couldn’t even hurt someone back that didn’t so much as care about you. You were trapped, this would be how you would feel for the rest of your life and you couldn’t as much as rebel even when only betrothed. You knew that once you were officially married there would be no way out, but you still couldn’t do it. You couldn’t betray your bloodline, and its traditions that had been grounded into you from the moment you were born.

You were pathetic. Harry Potter defeated Voldemort as a baby, yet you at 18 couldn’t do so much as make your own life choices.

Theo Notts did what anyone else would’ve done and dragged your fiancé in to quell your sobs. In hindsight, dragging in Draco whilst his fiance was naked and sobbing in another guy’s bed probably wasn’t his greatest idea as Draco had punched him clean across the face, his pale skin turning an angry red.

A turning point was what you let yourself believe as he held you for the first time. You had spent more time alone that night then than you had ever done (awake anyways). For the first time in 17/18 years he had willingly stayed in your company for more than 2 seconds. He had let you sob into his neck until they turned into quiet hiccups and eventually soft snores. He had fallen asleep with you and woken you up with a cup of tea, a tense but somewhat comfortable silence between the two of you.

Naive. Stupid. Ignorant.

One moment of weakness could never have changed years’ worth of indifference, perhaps even hatred.

Nothing had changed. And why would it?

Sure he no longer pretended as though you didn’t exist (although the both of you pretended that night hadn’t) but he was still finding a different witch to fuck each night. You never saw them again, but you knew. Everyone did.

That had been 3 years ago.

Nothing had changed in that time.

Well; other than the wedding band on your left hand.

He would still see other women; you just hadn’t caught him. He would never bring them home and risk the wrath of his parents after all. He wouldn’t dare risk anything that could harm his reputation.

No, you just smelt their sickly-sweet perfume on him after he crawled back into your shared bed at ungodly hours.

You would dispose of their hairs left on his clothes before the house elves found out and reported it to his parents. You would make excuses as for why he was late to important gatherings and doctors’ appointments. You kept up the image of happy wife so that they wouldn’t know of your misery and label you both as a failure to the bloodlines you held the futures of.

You would always wake just as he climbed back into bed, he had as much consideration for his wife as he had for house elves.

It was the same every night. You would pretend to be asleep, wait for his tell-tale change in breathes before you turned to hover over him, knife in hand, unsure of who to kill; yourself, your precious husband or the both of you.

But every night you would place the knife back in your nightstand, turn over, and fall asleep again; and let the day repeat itself.

You had tried to love him. But Draco Malfoy was impossible to love.

That was how it had been for the first 3 years of marriage.

It had changed just a few weeks ago.

Now, he would still come back, just not as late as before, but still covered in perfume that would make you instantly nauseous. You would still feign sleep but this time, he would press a hand to your stomach before turning over and falling asleep. You still had the knife in your bedside drawer, you just hadn’t reached for it again.

Draco Malfoy was still impossible to love, but the child inside of you wasn’t.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 11

WC: 2077

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: full on angst, discussions of emotional trauma, mild depictions of blood/gore, mentions of self h*rm & su*cide, mentions of child abuse, discussions of physical disabilities, institutionalization, some dialogue & plot canon to TV show, hurt/comfort

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The rest of the conference went by much like the first day did. Both you and Laszlo bought a few books for your collections. An ease had settled over your conversations with the help of Sara and John's presence; you spoke more freely with each other. You tell yourself it is not because he's going soft on you or vice versa, but rather that you have found yourself in this imaginary bubble where you happen to get on well. It's inevitable that it will pop once you’re back at school and Laszlo will revert back to his usual callous state.

Laszlo. It still felt odd to think of him like that, rather than by his title. You couldn't lie, it gave you a sort of thrill. Even in your dreams you had only called him by his honorific. Thankfully you didn't have another dream after Friday. You couldn't escape the feeling that you'd said something incriminating in front of the man in question. So you chose to pretend it didn't happen.

Monday morning came and you headed to the train station. Once again he had secured a private cabin for the journey. This time you came prepared with a book since you had yet to replace your broken phone.

"Thank you again for inviting me to this, I really enjoyed myself. It was really nice of the department to foot my travel expenses, the hotel was really fancy. I may have helped myself to a mini-bottle or two," you joked.

"There is no need to worry about the department's finances; they were not involved."

You pause. He paid for you? Laszlo did say he would take care of the arrangements; but the four-star hotel, the private compartment train tickets, the admission to the conference, and every meal? Shit, that must have been a fortune, hundreds of dollars at least.

You don't know what to say, so you settle for an awkward "oh." A moment passes before you add "I appreciate that, um, I can pay you back. Might take some time but I can."

The professor is flippant in his reply. "There is no need, it was well spent for the research and knowledge acquired." He opens his book signaling the conversation is over.

You lick your lips. Fine then, I'll just consider it payment for emotional suffering and damages of the last eight weeks.

The first few hours of the journey were spent reading one of the new books you picked up at the convention. Occasionally you would peek over the pages at the professor. He was engrossed in his own selection; sometimes he would pause to write down a thought.

Around the seventh hour of your journey you had given up on reading anymore in favor of looking at the fields outside. The silence was comforting.

Laszlo had trouble concentrating on the book in his hand. He saw you as a conundrum. One minute you could be sociable and teasing with your comments, then next you were biting at his throat with your quick wit and fierce ideals. He decides that he wants to know what made you into who you are today. Now is as good a time as any.

His eyes on you cause a tingle up your spine but you ignore it. Laszlo breaks the silence; "may I ask a personal question?"

"You just did," you answer, still peering out of the large window. He huffed once, amused. At his following silence you face him. You raise your eyebrows to signal him to go on with his question. Curiosity grows at the thought of what he intends to ask.

"Twice now you have made implications of a traumatic past," he begins.

Bubble popped.

Interrupting, you snark "is this the part where you psychoanalyze me, doc? Because trust me, I've been through enough of that." You pick at the lint on your jeans.

Laszlo tries to choose his words more carefully the next time he speaks. "What I mean to say is, the first afternoon in the classroom where you defended that student you implied you had been witness to a trauma. You then displayed signs of anger and embarrassment before leaving prematurely. Yesterday you mentioned having entered a psychiatric facility. As an alienist I can't help but find myself curious about your experiences."

You slide your eyes to meet his from across the cabin. Your face is devoid of any emotion. "We all have our demons. Even you can't argue with that."

Your jaw clenches. Everyone had warned you. They all said he would try to worm his way into your head to figure you out. All the reviews, the gossip, everything. It was a big fat 'I told you so'. You give a pitiful laugh at the situation. "You know, everyone told me that you would pull this stunt."

He seems confused by your statement. "And what is that?"

"That you'd get inside my head and try to figure me all out or whatever. You already know I googled you beforehand, what everyone says about your methods. By now I assume you've done a little research yourself. I promise you there is nothing exciting here," you scoff and point to yourself.

"You would be correct in your assumption." You chew at your cheek as he starts. "I do know some of what happened in your past. Yet I also know that society likes to dilute the truth into something either more palatable, more entertaining, for people to consume greedily. What I want to know is what you have faced. How you have not allowed the experience to overcome you so much so that your humanity is erased like the characters I lecture on."

Eyes closing of their own volition you are thrown back in time to that night so many years ago. You didn't talk about it anymore. Bitsy knew of course, but that was the extent.

Laszlo waits. He knows this is likely to push you over the edge if your history with him means anything. Quite frankly, anyone would be tossed to their limit at his interrogation had they gone through what you had. John always told him that he needed to work on his bedside manner; that he had a habit of coming on too strong in his pursuit of learning the intricacies of the human mind. But your earlier comment about being sent to a so-called 'nuthouse' rubbed him the wrong way. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed to know. He needed to understand.

Laszlo can imagine the reprimand that he would receive from John and Sara for this. Just as he considers apologizing for his intrusion you open your eyes.

"She was fine. None of us suspected anything was wrong. I came home from having dinner with some… boy, and she had locked herself in the bathroom. She- she must have started over the sink and moved to sit on the side of the tub. She was hunched inside it when I got the door open. I pulled her out. Blood was… everywhere." Your voice is clinical as you explain.

"After, I shut down. So I checked myself into a psych ward a few days later when I couldn't get the feel of her blood off my hands. It's slippery, you know. And it smells. You wouldn't think so but it does." You clear your throat. "I did the therapy, took the meds they prescribed, all the standard treatments. Later I started watching true crime documentaries. I'd heard about exposure therapy so I figured the more I saw the gore, the less the image of my dead roommate would bother me. And it did help. The nightmares stopped after a while, I came back to school. I was better, just not the same.” You had watched the passing landscape as you explained. Turning to face him you speak again. “That's why those pictures didn't bother me. They weren't anything I hadn't seen before."

He contemplates you. The discovery and subsequent loss of your friend in this manner would no doubt cause lingering effects to your psyche. A stain that would forever remind you. "I offer my sincerest condolences. I do not presume to know what that would be like to experience, but I am glad you sought help afterwards. To make the choice to alleviate yourself of your own suffering where possible.”

As he says this he realizes that your anger towards the idea of being enslaved to unconscious impulse makes perfect sense. It explains why you focused so much energy on defending your belief in free will. That you have the power to choose how you carry your joy, your anger, your healing. It reminds him of how he held onto his own guilt and hurt, ignoring how it festered within him for so long. He feels as though he needs to share a piece of himself with you.

“I played piano as a child, quite well too. My mother hoped I would someday make a career of it. I vividly remember playing Mozart’s Concerto for Piano No. 20 in D Minor at a holiday party when I was seven years old. It was my favorite to play.... It requires two hands." You finally look at him. "My father...” He pauses to gather himself.

Now it is the doctor that cannot meet your eyes. As you listen you feel your confusion grow. How could he have been a talented pianist if he only had full use of his left hand? Unless..., the realization dawns on you just as he continues, his words slow.

“My father had two sides. One loving and the other brutal, the two often coexisting. It was something as trivial as putting me to bed, I recall... A game of tug of war. We were laughing…” He inhales a sharp breath. Already you can feel the tears begin to blur your vision. “I don't remember if he was drunk or if I said something that offended him. He must have pulled my arm behind my back.” Laszlo exhales shakily. “In small children, fractures can often affect…” he trails off, unable to finish. You can hear how he barely holds himself together.

Your heart aches for the broken man that sits in front of you. He never let on how much his arm bothered him, at least not within your presence. Suddenly you don’t see him as this rude, insufferable, obsessive man, but instead as someone that spends his life trying to protect himself. He projects his own anger and hurt so that he may, just for a minute, forget about his own demons. He wants to help others even when he feels he cannot bear to help himself.

But unlike you, he has to live with the physical reminder of his past every day of his life.

You stand and move to sit on his right side. Before allowing yourself to think too much of your actions, you place your hand atop his own, curling your fingers around his palm and squeezing delicately. You don’t bother wiping away the tears on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Laszlo;” the whisper is barely heard above the sound of the train. A second passes where you fear you have overstepped and offended him by touching the affected limb. When his thumb tightens against the backs of your fingers you know he is not. He holds you in place.

“You asked me how I kept my humanity. How does anyone really? We learn to take what we get and we carry it in a bag. Sometimes you have to drag the damn thing behind you. But eventually the weight gets less and less if you allow yourself to move forward, even if it’s still there with you all the time. I dealt with what happened years ago and it does still haunt me. It’s easier now than it was, but… I- I suppose I’ve learned from you too. Sitting in those lectures and hearing you talk. We can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives… or we can accept it… and use the memory of our pain to help ourselves and others.”

“I’m not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.” His tone is mournful.

You turn to smile at him through your tears. His own eyes are bloodshot. “I disagree. If it weren’t, if we didn’t have the freedom to choose that, we’d all be murderers.”

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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ascendance - 04

PAIRING: mob!bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: abduction, age gap (reader is 23, bucky is 37)

A/N: hello!! i hope you enjoy this new chapter as i dive more into bucky’s past. italics in this work symbolise a flashback in case anyone’s confused. hope you enjoy it xx

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The entrance hall of the Barnes household was pilled up with people. Between his mum barking orders left to right and caterers bringing food in and out, the once silent room turned into a busy crossroads which meant James had retreated back to his room. He was sat down in his bed, cashmere black suit on and hair pushed back, Dead Souls opened on top his legs. He was lost in between the small black letters printed on the yellowing paper, so lost that the sound of his window opening went by him until a loud thump woke him up from his literary daze. Bucky looked up to see his younger sister, sat on the floor of his bedroom by the window with her dress partially on and hair messy due to the windy weather outside. He sighed, closing his book and putting it off to the side.

- Can’t you climb into your own bedroom? - Bucky got up from bed, leaning down to help her back onto her feet.

- Yours is closer. - she brushed the dirt off her baby pink dress picked by their mother. - Shouldn’t you be downstairs?

- Shouldn’t you be in your bedroom?

- Touche. - she pointed. - Can you not tell mum? She’ll freak out if she discovers that I went out on dad’s big day.

- Go on, I’ll keep mum occupied while you sort out that bird’s nest hair.

- Thank you! - she smiled, giving him a short hug. - What am I gonna do when you go to Princeton? Who’s gonna cover for me?

- I guess you’ll just have to form an alliance with the maids.

Y/N and Bucky were silent, barely speaking to each other if even looking into each other’s eyes. She merely remained there in her operatic costume, the corset doing the best of jobs at enhancing her female features and almost making her look like a femme fatale out of a classical movie in rich red and green fabrics decorated with what he guessed where heavy metal gold pieces resembling precious jewels and golden rings. He did not know which production they were putting on, he hadn’t even heard her sing before but she looked like she belonged in that stage, like she would have been showered in praise the moment the spotlight grazed her.

She paced around the living room not exactly sure what to do, the beads which made up her skirt and would suddenly peak to show her legs making a slight rustling noise as her eyes studied the book shelf which was filled with tons and tons of books from the classics to mere economy books. Maybe she could read them whenever the tension between of them wasn’t so apparent. She couldn’t help but sometimes look at the badly fixed window and wonder if she could make it, maybe when he wasn’t looking, maybe when he was sleeping yet looking at him; tall, muscular, fast, definetely much stronger than her, she knew that even if she managed to get outside, he would easily get her back. Her mind battled her positive side as she wondered if this was it, if this was home now. Suddenly, her old flat no longer seemed old and she would give everything away if only she could go back, back to being told to do errands that really did not concern her, to stepping on bobby pins laid on the ground, to way too strong makeup which looked ridiculous in proper daylight. She would give everything, if she could go back to what her life had been.

The man whose name he hadn’t even dignified himself to tell her yet was sat on one of the high chairs by the kitchen with his eyes trained on her. She briskly turned around, arms crossed under her chest with an almost child like pout of someone who had just been punished. In reality, I’m the one who’s being punished here, he thought to himself.

- You could tell me your name. - she said, not looking into his eyes, instead rubbing her worn out ballet shoes against his hard floor.

- You don’t need to know my name. - he was quiet yet imposing. Y/N could not deny he seemed to have a strong presence despite barely raising his voice. It was almost magnetic as if he was made to be looked at, yet she felt he didn’t want to be seen.

- What if I need to call out for you?

- I would know. There’s no one else here, is it?

Y/N did not reply to this, instead rolling her eyes and sitting down on the couch. There was not much to do in the small one bedroom apartment other than pace around, eat and watch television. Her hand flew over to the remote, pointing it at the TV to turn it on which opened on the news channel. She guessed this was the way she had of now knowing what was happening outside the four walls she was being held captive in. There wasn’t much happening and even if it was, all the local news could talk about was about the upcoming mayoral election. It was a circus with advertisements and rumours flying around about each and every candidate and while it was almost painfully enjoyable to see men over thirty acting like gossip mean girls in school, everyone knew who was gonna win.

She’d always been told that behind every great man, there’s a great woman and in this particular election it couldn’t be anymore true. The favourite candidate to win, Robert Moore, also known as Bobbie, was married to an senator’s daughter but not just any senator, Senator Barnes. She was too young to remember his policies or even his public persona, yet from what she knew, he had been a very well liked and well respected Senator, coming from a prominent family and building an even more prominent family. Being married to Rebecca Barnes, now Rebecca Barnes-Moore, was a one way ticket to a good career in politics. The two stood in the television screen, side by side in an almost JFK and Jackie Kennedy fashion with sunny smiles looking like the picture perfect Americana couple. It seemed all his ads showed him, his wife and their new born baby. High school sweethearts, it seemed.

- Are you gonna watch that the whole day? - she turned her head around, looking at his annoyed expression, whiskey glass in hand.

- They look good together.

- It’s a circus. - he snickered, sitting by her side.

- What are you? An anarchist? - those words flew out of her mouth without any filter, mostly out of nuisance. - Her father was a great politician and he is young and likeable.

- Young and likeable ... sounds like great political traits.

- What do you know about politics?

- What do you know about politics? Do they have a crash course in politics at whatever company you were in?

She rolled her eyes, turning the volume up to listen to the broadcaster tell the love story of the future mayor and his wife. Her face softened as she heard what was probably a highly modified version of the actual truth yet she couldn’t help but slightly smile at the idea of it. They seemed in love and as someone who had a degree in pretending to be in love while singing, it warmed her heart to see it. She liked that idea, the idea of Ms and Mrs Americana, the idea of having someone to lean in. Well, she liked the idea of someone. Sure, maybe the man whose name she still didn’t know and was starting to believe was never going to learn was right, it was a circus, all elections are but she couldn’t help but be pulled by the myth of it, by the we against the world mentality no matter how morally wrong it was.

She continued to watch the coverage of the election run as the man next to her got up from the couch to pick up a phone call. Her hearing slightly moved towards what he was doing, mind always thinking of escaping but even though he was talking on the phone, his gaze was trained of her as if she were his prey. He mumbled something on the phone before turning it off and moving his eyes to text someone yet after that his eyes were on her once more.

- Try not to escape for the next hour.

- Do you have a nameless anarchy convention to attend?

- Billy is coming to watch over you. No funny business.

- Will. - she corrected him. - He doesn’t like being called Billy.

- As long as you don’t pull a mission impossible on him, I will call him whatever you want.

Will didn’t take long to arrive, dressed in a tennis-like outfit as if he had been pulled away from tennis which sounded like something he’d do. Bucky exchanged a few words with him before leaving the two of them together. He trusted Billy, or Will, was smart enough not to let her escape or run away. God, he didn’t even want to think about what John would do to him if she escaped, much less what he would do to her if she escaped. He made his drive to John’s condo in fifth avenue, parking his bike somewhere before making his way up. The condo was always weirdly filled with chatter talk yet he could see no people, it was as if the ghosts of the people he had taken out followed him in his own home and Bucky couldn’t say he pitied him. After all, he had his own ghosts too.

He looked into John’s office where he was sat in the couch, the coverage of the election run on the television on low volume. John’s eyes immediately found Bucky’s figure looming at the entrance, never really entering, just standing behind the line which separated the hall from the office.

- How’s the roomie? - he motioned his hand for him to come in. - Still pretty?

- What do you need?

- I just got an invitation to a fundraiser. Zemo’s going so I want you to go.

- I can’t, I have her to watch over Y/N. She’s not very keen on remaining in the flat.

- Chain her up for all I care. It’s in two weeks and I’ll be damned if I’m there by myself with Zemo. Besides it’s your sister’s fundraiser, I always love to see Rebecca.

- She’s not gonna be there. - his jaw locked. - A fundraiser for the mob? It’s mostly free alcohol and networking with them not showing up.

- Maybe you should bring your roomie. She’s pretty and if anything I’m sure she can sing and if not maybe she can entertain in another form.

- The NYPD is probably looking for her, it’s not wise ...

- Do you make the rules? - John interrupted him, leaning against the couch with arms crossed. - You seem to have forgotten who makes the rules, soldat.

- I just don’t think ...

- You don’t think. - he interrupted him once more. - This election is important and since I do not have the right person here to get ahead, I will make do with what we have. I don’t give a fuck about what you do when you’re at your flat but she is mine. She is my get out of jail card. Are we clear, soldat?

- Yes.

- You can go now. - he dismissed him. Bucky turned around, eyes open wide yet emotionless face as if he were disconnected from his own consciousness. He guessed it was for the best to remain disconnected, to not know what was going on.

He drove himself back home, standing alone at night looking at his flat; the window still broken while the lights were flickering. He thought about running off, starting his bike and running off into the night and just drive until the tank was empty but he couldn’t. He had strings, strings which kept him tied to where he was right now. He guessed that now she was another string keeping him here.

Bucky sighed as he walked back to his flat, opening the door to a rather serene sight. Will was by the kitchen watching the football game while Y/N was laid across the couch, book in hand which he recognised as one of his old ones. Her hair was different, she probably had taken off her wig and for the first time since those few minutes in the costume room. It looked soft, framing her face and getting in front of her eyes as she herself got lost in the room. Will excused himself, leaving just as he noticed Bucky before he could be yelled at by using his television. Yet again, Y/N and Bucky were alone in that small flat. She looked up from the book and at him before returning to read.

He left her with the book, walking to his bedroom which was probably now more hers than his to grab one of trousers and hoodies before returning back to the living room. Still reading. At least she wasn’t trying to break any more windows. He put the hoodie and trousers by her side, turning off the television as more screams for the football match came through.

- You can change into those. - he pointed at the clothing, getting her attention as she closed the book. - Those beads can’t be comfortable.

- Oh

- The bathroom’s there. - he pointed at one of the few doors in the flat. - You can shower too, there’s towels.

- Thank you. - she grabbed the things he had put out for her before leaving him in the living room by himself.

And then it was just him once more, alone, tied to this city which screamed everyone’s name but his.

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Baby, It’s Cold...

Warnings: this fic includes dubious/nonconsent, fingering, lying, manipulation, and general Ransom naughtiness

This is explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You go to meet your online admirer but not all is as it seems.

Note: Our Chris-mas fic is here! I tried to keep the holiday details as vague as possible and hope you all enjoy what I came up with. As a reminder, y’all chose Ransom Drysdale + Sugar Daddy + Silverfox (= yes please)

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Your nerves wouldn't stop. It was the tap of your fingers, the urge to chew your thumb, and the way you shifted in your seat just when you got settled. The flight was long enough to calm down and definitely not long enough to prepare yourself.

You scrolled through your phone, offline for the journey. You swiped through the photos saved in your gallery. Hugh had paid for the ticket. A gift for the holidays he said; his gift, he added, was you. It was cheesy but it made you smile. He always had a way of surprising you. One moment, he was stern and demanding, the next he was flirty and fun, and sometimes, he could be sappy. He was different than any man you’d met; well you hadn’t exactly met yet.

It had started on your Insta. You liked to post pictures of pretty things; flowers, birds, critters, and the odd monument. Sometimes, even, yourself. He messaged you about some photo of a vintage book. It was random and awkward. You weren’t quite sure how you managed to bring the quality to text but you did always find a way.

But it continued and you got to know him. He knew a lot about books; he said he worked in publishing. As a photography student, you weren’t as impressive. You assumed he was older; a few years, he said. Well, that wasn’t so bad. He also suggested you keep some prints; it could make for a good coffee table book. You liked hat he humoured you but you were like any other arts major; you were waiting for your green apron.

As they announced the landing over the speaker, you buckled in. You played with the locked buckle. You had lied to your mother. You told her you were staying on campus for the winter break. What would do if she knew if you were meeting a stranger? Huh, you were meeting a stranger and you had kept it all a secret. Your romcom had just become a horror in your mind.

Well, you had the app on the phone. The one that would send your location if you didn’t log in within the next eight hours. But it could be too late by then. Shit, this was stupid. So stupid. You could hide and tell him you missed your flight. Well, fuck, you’d texted him just before boarding.

As the plane descended you went through every worst case scenario; catfish, liar, murderer… Hugh was hot as fuck and you had to admit, a rich guy with eyes like his, was way out of your league. You bit your lip as you looked at the pic of him at the beach; was it the abs that made you so dumb or the smirk?

The large wheels rolled over the tarmac as the pilot steered past the other planes and into position. You waited as disembarkment began and the attendants reminded passengers to remain seated until told otherwise. You felt the wine in your stomach swish. Hugh had paid for first class; you had enjoyed the complimentary drinks a little too much. The first had been for courage, the second for foolishness.

Finally, it was time to get up. Time to face your naivety. Why did these things seem like a good idea until the last minute? Rather, why did you think they were? This was like that blind date in your freshman year that turned out to be a prank by your roommates. Sophomore year saw you relocated.

What if the same was going through Hugh’s head? What if he was disappointed? It was easy to seem cooler than you were behind a screen. It wasn’t exactly like you broadcasted the fact that you spent all your time in the library or the fact that your study group was the majority of your socialization. Well, maybe you’d both be let down and you could laugh about it together.

You grabbed your carry-on and followed the rest of the passengers down the ramp and into the tunnel. You felt like you were in a movie or a dream. It was surreal. Had you really flown all this way to meet this online pal?

As you reached the escalators, you turned your phone off of airplane mode. There was a message waiting for you. ‘At the gate.’ It was all too real as you sent back an emoji and neared the belt to grab your bag. You extended the arm and rolled it behind you as you headed for the last barrier. You were waved through customs and met another set of escalators. You bounced your leg as you descended.

You got to the bottom and walked around as you searched those waiting around the gate. Blonde hair, you couldn’t miss it. Blue eyes, tall, broad shoulders… he was the type to stand out in the crowd.

“Hey,” you felt a large hand on your back and another on the handle of your bag. “Right here.”

The deep voice was the same from your phone calls. You smiled and looked over as he took your bag entirely and wrapped his arm around you.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here.” You turned to him and his hand rested on your hip as he faced you.

The air went out of you and your lips parted. You blinked and sputtered. “H- Hi.”

“You okay? How was the flight?” He asked.

You were in shock. Your entire body jittered and your breath was trapped in your chest. It was Hugh but he was about twenty years older than his photos. Most of his hair was silver, with only a few strands of blonde, and though he hadn’t aged poorly, the difference was stark. Handsome as he still was, he had lied.

“It was… fine.” You forced out. “I…” You shook your head and pouted as your thoughts raced, “Hugh, you’re… older than I expected.”

“Call me Ransom. Everybody does.” He leaned it, “Why don’t we talk about this in the car?”

You looked around. You couldn’t really just turn around and go home, could you? You lowered your chin and sucked in your lip as you thought. What else had he lied about?

“Sure,” you said thinly. “I…”

“Babe, it’s me,” he coaxed, “I’m exactly who I said I was. And you, you’re even more gorgeous in person.”

You glanced at him and nodded. You hooked your shoulder bag over your arm and he grabbed your hand as he pulled you with him. The wheels of your suitcase rolled loudly behind him as the buzz of the crowd drowned out your panicked mind. You let him guide you, in disbelief. You didn’t know what else to do.

You were outside as the haze cleared. You approached a car, sleek and sporty, though you were never good with types. Hugh, or Ransom, opened the trunk and dropped your bag inside. He went to the driver’s side and opened the door as you stared across at him. You mirrored him and lowered yourself into the passenger’s seat. The doors closed almost in unison and you stared through the windshield at the unfamiliar parking lot.

He cleared his throat and turned the engine. You snapped your belt into place as he shifted into gear. You flinched and crossed your arms. You peeked at him in the rearview and his hand crawled onto your thigh. His eyes met yours in the mirror and he smirked. You were paralysed as he steered with one hand and his fingers tapped against your jeans.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” he said, “Or… happy holidays. Whatever’s politically correct.”

He laughed and you only managed to choke on your spit. You felt like you should be mad but did you have any right to be? He hadn’t exactly catfished you. Not completely. And he had paid for your ticket and from what you could tell, he was just as rich as he claimed. Yet, that wasn’t exactly why you’d come. Sure, it was all just in good fun, you didn’t expect a whirlwind romance, but it was still jarring.

“Why don’t you just relax?” he purred, “I know it wasn’t too long a flight but flying always takes it outta me. And you’ll need your energy. I have lots of surprises in store for you.”

You nodded and leaned against the door. You hugged yourself and lifted your leg over the other and Ransom’s hand slipped away. He seemed unbothered as he sat back in his seat and turned his attention to the road.

The radio flicked on and filled the tense silence. You clung to the unknown lyrics to keep from drowning in fear.

🎁

Despite your doubts, you couldn’t help but be astounded by Ransom’s house. Almost four years in a dormitory and the Holiday Inn was like a palace to you, but his place was even more than that. A modern façade with a blanket of store across the sprawling yards which seemed to have been perfectly laid to match the straight lines of the structure.

You stayed in the car as Ransom climbed out and took your bag from the trunk. You jumped in your seat as he tapped on the window with his knuckle. You looked over at him and undid your belt. You got out, your bag dangling from your wrist, and he touched the small of your back again as he led you forward.

“We’ll have dinner and then you can open your gifts,” he said, “That’s when the fun will start.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed as he unlocked the door with a code and ushered you in.

You watched him hang his jacket and reluctantly unzipped your own. You put your bag down but kept a hold of your phone.

“You’re nervous,” he intoned.

“Why did you send me those pics and not something more recent? You lied.” You said.

His mouth slanted and he raised his brows. “They were me. Not much of a lie.”

“Enough of one, don’t you think?”

He chuckled. “I think you at least owe me a little leeway. Considering.”

“Considering what? You offered to pay. Don’t hold that over me.”

“I’m not but… you’re young, you’re impulsive. I mean, you came all the way here and now what? You’re going to tuck tail and run home? Spend the last of that bursary money so you can hide?”

“Don’t patronize me,” you huffed as you stepped out of your boots.

“I’m not.” He said firmly. “I’m giving you advice and it’s hard to see when you’re young but we both know you’re smarter than your age. We both know what this is and me being older isn’t going to affect that.” His eyes roved over you, “Is it?”

You lowered your lashes and thought. You wetted your lips and looked down at your phone. You unlocked it and opened the app. You keyed in your password and turned off the alert. You’d come this far and you were fairly certain he wouldn’t murder you. Besides, your mother would kill you once she found out you’d come all this way.

“It’s just gonna take me a bit to get used to it,” you tucked your phone away, “But promise me, that’s it. The only lie.”

“Promise,” he said gently, “Now, dinner should be here soon so why don’t you get changed.”

“Changed?” You snorted, “What--”

“Up the stairs, the room at the end of the hall, there’s a red box on the bed. It should fit. If it doesn’t, I’m sure it’ll still look great on you.”

You smiled as your cheeks burned. He was older but he still had charm and had aged into his looks and not out of them.

“Alright,” you said, “I… what’s for dinner?”

“Another surprise,” he replied as he neared and leaned in, “I’m more excited about dessert.” His breath tickled your cheek, his lips too, and you shivered. “Now go, we’ve both waited long enough for this.”

You drew away and turned to head up the stairs. He tapped your ass and you squeaked. You looked back over his shoulder and he winked. “Can’t help myself,” he raised his hands, “But I’ll try.”

You continued up the stairs and tried not to gape at what had to be expensive art. The furniture was no less extravagant and as you entered the room at the end of the hall, you closed the door and pulled out your phone. You typed in Ransom instead of Hugh Drysdale and pages of results popped up. Editor, Publisher, and Owner of Blood Like Wine Publishing. Jesus Christ, were you really that daft?

Well, he was famous enough to reassure you he wasn’t going to kill you. You tossed your phone on the bed beside the box and carefully untied the black ribbon around it. You shimmied the lid off and revealed the red velvet. You lifted it up, a short little piece trimmed with white fur. It was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever seen but scandalous nevertheless.

You stripped as your nerves only got worse. You slipped into the dress, it was tight around your chest and the short skirt had a slit along the thigh. You wanted to laugh at yourself. There was a pair of heels at the foot of the bed and you sat to slip on the stilettos. You stood and wobbled. You felt so dumb but a glance in the mirrored door of the closet gave you pause. Not bad.

You slowly made your way down the stairs. You held tight to the railing and as you came to the bottom, you looked around at the airy halls. You wandered into the next room and back to the kitchen. You stopped in the doorway as Ransom looked up from the counter. He carefully plated the food from the containers surrounded by paper bags. Expensive, boujie take out.

“The other way,” he smiled, “Past the stairs. I’ll be in shortly.”

“Oh, okay,” you spun and caught yourself on the wall.

You found your way to the room across the hall. There was an artificial fireplace in the wall burning and a low table with two cushions planted deliberately on the floor. There was a bucket with ice and champagne in it and two glasses waiting. You crossed to it and touched the petals of the stemmed roses in the tall crystal vase.

You turned as you heard footsteps. Ransom entered with two plates. He passed you and set them down on the low table. He spun back to you and took in every inch of you. “Wow, you look… great.”

“Thank you,” you shied away and he caught your hands. He pulled you close as the candlelight gleamed along his silver hair.

“Come here,” his hand grazed your arm and he caught your chin, “Amazing.”

He brushed his lips against yours and pressed them more firmly. You let him as you heart hammered and he pulled away as he nibbled your bottom lip.

“Let’s eat,” he breathed. “Before it gets cold.”

You followed him to the table and sat on the cushion. It was difficult as your skirt rode up and you bent your legs beside you awkwardly as Ransom popped the cork. He poured the wine and you sipped at the foam. You could still feel the glow of the grigio you’d downed on the plane.

“So, did you bring your camera? Tomorrow we might go out and you can get some photos. It’s beautiful in the winter. Cold but makes warming up all the better.”

“Yeah…” You took a bite of the salad. “So, why didn’t you tell me who you were? If your age doesn’t matter, then--”

“You didn’t ask me for money. Not even when I mentioned it. Most women, I tell them who I am, they google me, and they do a poor job of tiptoeing around my checkbook.” He shrugged. “And I like you. I wanted to get to know you without everything else.”

“Get to know me?” You scoffed. “That’s what you call it?”

“My intentions were innocent. At first. I thought your pictures might make a good book and then I found one of you. Business isn’t everything.”

“Oh,” you fluttered your lashes, “It’s not?”

His hand snaked over to your thigh and he squeezed. He played with the fur along your skirt.

“I have enough money.” He said, “What I want isn’t so simple.”

🎁

You finished dinner and washed it down with the champagne as Ransom cleared the plates. As came back, you sat on your knees and watched him cross the room. There was a table stacked with presents in the corner. You only just noticed it as he looked it over and picked out one wrapped in gold paper.

He neared and held it out to you. You took it and ran your finger over the edge. “Your gift is in my bag,” you tried to stand and he waved you off.

“Later,” he said, “Open it.”

You slid your finger under a fold and tore. You slowly unwrapped the box; black and shiny. You crumpled the paper and dropped it on the table. You wiggled the lid off a revealed a pair of black furry cuffs. You giggled.

“Thanks,” you looked up at him.

“Stand up,” he said.

“W-Why?” You tilted your head.

“You gotta try them on,” he grinned, “Come on. Just a little bit of fun.”

“I don’t know, I never--”

“I know you didn’t come here just for steak so come on, get up.” He demanded, “And turn around.”

You bit down as you stared up at him. You wanted to laugh but the lines in his forehead warned you he was serious. He bent and took the cuffs from you and set the box aside. You stood, numb and shaky. You didn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to--

He spun you around and swept your arms behind you. You tried to pull away as he caught your left wrist in a cuff and quickly hooked the other. They closed tight around your wrists and he tugged on the link as if to test them.

You stared at the artificial flames licking at the glass. He cupped your ass and dragged his hands around to grip your hips.

“They look nice,” he purred, “Oh, baby.”

He bent and nuzzled your neck as he brought his arms around you and kneaded your tits. He pushed them up as he nibbled at your skin.

“These… are perfect,” he kissed you and teased your flesh with his teeth. “Fuck.”

He pulled down the top of your dress and bared your chest. You wriggled and he hugged your waist he kept you close.

“What are you doing, baby? Where are you going to go?” He tweaked your nipple, “Dressed like a little slut.”

“Hey,” you gasped and he retracted his hand to smack your ass.

He hushed you as his fingers crept down your thigh and he rolled up your skirt an inch at a time. “What are these?” He snapped your panties, “You don’t need those.” He pulled them below your ass and they fell to your ankles. “Let me show you what an old man does better than any kid.”

He reached around you and tickled your pelvis. He raised his head and inhaled the scent of your scalp as his hot breath glossed over your head.

“Don’t be shy now… or would you feel better with a camera?” He taunted. “Hmmm?”

“Hu--Ransom,” you uttered.

“Come on,” he forced his hand between your legs and flicked between your folds. “What did you think this was? How long did you think I’d wait?”

“No, but--” You gasped as he toyed with your clit, “Ransom.”

“Say it again,” he swirled his fingers.

You gulped and moaned as he rubbed harder. Your legs quaked around his hand as he slid his fingers further back. You felt your arousal slicken as he spread it over your cunt and poked around your entrance. He slid a finger inside of you as he wiggled his crotch against your hands.

“Is this what you came for? Or did you want all of me?” He pushed another finger in. “You want me inside you, baby? Stretching you?”

You groaned as he curled his fingers and pressed the hell of his hand to your clit. He rocked his hand and cried out. Your legs cramped as your feet curled in the high stilettos.

“It doesn’t really matter what you came for,” he pushed on your shoulder until you bent forward. He caught the middle of the cuffs and held you like that. “I’m gonna get what I want.”

You closed your eyes and whined as he pulled his fingers out of you. You quivered and he spanked you before he withdrew his hand entirely. You felt him fumbling behind you as you shook your head. As you had been since you met him, you were off-balance. You couldn’t decide if what he wanted was what you wanted too.

You felt a prod along your ass. He brushed his tip down your cheek and poked between your legs. He wetted himself on your folds and pushed along your entrance. Slowly, he slid into you, grunting as he sank past his tip. Deeper and deeper until you threw your head up and moaned. He filled you completely; painfully and delightfully.

“Yeah, you want me.” He hissed as he thrust and jerked your body. “You want to be mine, don’t you?”

You hummed as he moved against you, your shoulders straining as he tugged on the cuffs.

“Say it. Say you want to be mine.”

“Ah,” you moaned, “I want-- to-- I-- I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, baby,” he snarled, “All mine. Aren’t you?”

“Y-y-yes,” your eyes rolled back as he sped up.

He rammed into you so hard your legs buckled. He growled and followed you down. He bent you over the table as swept the bucket and vase out of the way. He got to his knees as he pinned you over the top and crushed your hips against the edge. Your cheek was hot against the cool table as he jolted you.

“Mine,” he grunted, “Baby, all mine…”

He rutted into you as his voice mingled with yours. You whimpered as your legs tingled and your core bloomed. You let out a feral whine as you came, convulsing beneath him as he gripped the table above your shoulder.

“You want me.” He rasped, “You want me to cum in you.”

“I-I-I…” You twisted your hands as you struggled to think; struggled to do more than murmur wildly.

“Fuck.” He swore and you felt him burst.

He slowed as he slapped the table and when he stilled, he held himself over you and his breath sent a shudder through you. He sat back on his knees and slid out of you. His cum spilled down your thigh and you slumped down against him. He pinched the velvet bunched around our waist.

“You got more gifts to open, baby,” he slapped your ass as he stood, “You think you can keep up with an old man like me?”

#dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #dark ransom drysdale #knives out #ransom drysdale x reader #fic #one shot #request #merry chris-mas #seasonal #holiday fic

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espressokiri · 3 years

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hello !! how about kuroo (you can add more if you want) being in a long distance relationship, like both live in japan but they're really far away ? how would he deal with being away and not seeing each other a lot 'cause of work and everything ... feel free to ignore ! have a great day/night :]

Kuroo Tetsurou x GN!reader

In which reader is in a long distant relationship with Kuroo.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Note: Hello anon! Please don't be afraid to send asks, I'll gladly work on them <3 Have a good one!

It wasn't unusual to be in long distance relationships, especially in this day and age where the internet holds the power to connect people from afar. For Kuroo, it was the hardest thing to endure being away from the person he had grown fond of romantically.

He had willingly joined Kenma in a local convention that took place in Tokyo, browsing through the selection of demos they had on display for the upcoming releases of anticipated games while Kenma had stood in line to try out the new horror game he was waiting on. A hand reached out and grabbed the princess Peach retro Nintendo 3DS game that was beside the male, he glanced at the extended arm and set his eyes on the person next to him, freezing as he came across someone who seemed to make his heart race from first glance.

Y/n had been looking everywhere for the princess Peach game as they remembered playing it when they were younger at a friend's house but could not get their hands on it when they searched afterwards. An excited grin splayed on their lips as they held the game firmly between their hands. They glanced at the tall male beside them, only to find him staring back with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Sorry! I've been looking for this for a while now. I probably look weird getting all excited like that." Y/n bashfully placed a hand behind their neck.

Hearing their voice made Kuroo flustered and a blush arose on his face as he realized he was caught gawking at the stranger, "n-not at all! It was kinda cute. I-I mean! Oh God, I probably sound like such a doofus right now." He muttered the last words to himself as he looked away in embarrassment.

A stifled laugh cut the tension Kuroo was feeling, "I'm L/n Y/n, what's yours stranger?"

"Kuroo Tetsurou."

"So tell me, what brings you here?"

That was the beginning of the friendship turned relationship between the two, despite the long distance from Osaka, where Y/n resides, and Tokyo.

Y/n didn't mind the distance, but they did often crave the feeling of physical intimacy such as cuddling or small romantic gestures that would make anyones heart flutter. The closest thing that had made them feel that way was when Kuroo had surprised them by mailing a physical letter along with a delivery man sending off some flowers and chocolate during Valentines day.

Being high-school students who weren't allowed to work part-time jobs because of school regulations was upsetting, otherwise they would have saved money for train tickets to visit, but they still hope one or the other would end up visiting if their family made plans.

"Did you see that, Y/n?!" Kuroo grinned as he turned himself towards the phone that was perked up on the bench by his water bottle. Kuroo had them 'attend' his volleyball practices with the team, feeling more motivated whenever they would watch the team practice. "That was very cool block reading, Tetsu!" Their voice echoed from the phone speaker, their video showcasing them laying in bed on their stomach with their homework splayed around them.

"Stupid captain shoving his love life in our faces!" Yamamoto cried, running away before Kuroo appointed him extra laps.

"L/n-san! Do you think I'm ready to be ace yet?!" Lev pushes his way toward the phone, Y/n being acquainted with the team members now due to the constant video calls during practice, "just a little more practice but you're doing good, Lev!"

"Oi! Don't praise him for a bad job, L/n!" Yaku yells from the background.

Kuroo picks up his phone, the back warm from the constant usage, "we'll finish up here and I'll call once I'm back home?"

Y/n nods and gives a thumbs up as they stare at the oddly endearing features of Kuroo in captain mode, "I'll see you then!"

It also noteworthy that Kuroo can get insecure when he's not kept busy between school and practice, the sense of dread builds up day by day until he calls them in the middle of the night to clear his thoughts. He feels as if he isn't giving them enough because of the distance between the both, feeling as if they would be better off with someone they can physically see on the daily. It especially hits him hard on days when Y/n is in off moods or too tired to pick up the phone or bother with messaging.

Kuroo doesn't even realize the tears that begin to slip, lips wobbly as he stares up at the ceiling. His heart felt heavy and he didn't know how to explain the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Kuroo sits up on his bed and grabs his phone to call Y/n.

It took a couple of rings before a groggy voice from the other line answers, "what's up, Tetsu?" Voice heavy with sleep as the video shows Y/n shifting to turn on their lamp on their nightstand.

It was only when the male sniffled that Y/n looked at him clearly, eyebrows scrunching together with worry as they tried soothing him with words, "what happened, baby?"

"Do you regret this?"

They frowned at his words, "of course not, Tetsurou. What has you thinking that?"

Kuroo then poured his heart out at three in the morning to the person he finds solace in, it hurt Y/n's heart seeing him wipe his tears with the back of his hand and they wanted nothing more to be next to him and pull him into a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm perfectly happy with the way things are with you, Tetsu. It only makes it all the more exciting and precious when we do get to meet! Like they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder." Y/n grinned as the male slowly nodded, sniffling coming to an end as he wiped the remainder of his tears. Oh how Y/n wanted to hold his face between their hands.

"I also got the ticket for the next Tokyo convention, with extended stay! We'll make the best of it, okay?"

Kuroo nodded, his frown melting into a small smile as he started mentally planning how they could spend the couple of days they would have together.

"Also, please don't doubt us. We're almost done with high-school! Maybe we'll be closer together in college." Y/n winked as they blew him a kiss through the screen.

"I love you." Kuroo uttered the three words he had been holding back on, freezing as he realized what he had said. Y/n was too tired to process anything quickly, that beat of silence causing a bundle of anxiety to form in Kuroo's stomach, only relieving the tension when Y/n had said it back when they did understand what the male had said.

"I love you, so so much, Kuroo."

His heart swelled.

"Is it okay if we fall asleep on the phone?" He asks shyly, slinking down into the covers and getting himself comfortable. "It'd be more than okay."

Y/n had almost immediately passed out, their phone held upright on their nightstand with the lamp still on. They were asleep on their stomach, with hands tucked under their head, facing the camera. Kuroo had taken a screenshot before he placed his phone down, propping it on his own nightstand, and laying on his side as he glanced at Y/n another time before he let their breathing lull him to sleep.

It was in the morning when Kuroo's mother had come in to wake her son that she saw him peacefully asleep with Y/n on the phone sleeping as well. A soft smile grazed her lips as she was proud of the way her son had grown up to be, happy he had found someone to be vulnerable around.

#kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo fluff #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo scenarios

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itsstrange · 3 years

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Coffee Run & Green Eyes

Series: Spark Between Us

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Skyline McNoir (OFC)

A/N: Hey everyone! I know it’s been a long time and I apologize for those waiting for more stories, but if you follow me on IG then you would know that this last week I was struck with a stomach flu which caused me to not have enough energy for various things. Luckily, I’ve recovered and feel much better. I also want to apologize to those who have requested me some stories, don’t worry I have Not forgotten about you! Just been dealing with some things!

But!! To not keep you guys in the dark I decided to post a Series I wrote for Ao3 on here, just to give y’all something to read meanwhile I work on some other works for y’all!! Hope y’all enjoy it!

Another thing, we have hit 105 followers y’all!!!! Thank you so much for all the love y’all continue in giving me!! I appreciate it so much!! 🥲💚

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Summary: Skyline McNoir tags along with a few friends who are attending a convention of some show she’s never watched. Little did she know, she would fall head over heels for the lead actor.

Word Count: 2.4 K

Warnings: Will contain Fluff, public sex, alcohol consumption, public fingering, just pure NSFW for all you Jensen fans out there 😊

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The blasting chorus of Follow Me Now by Jason Gleed, wakes Skyline up. Her Hazel eyes glare straight ahead at the coconut cream wall for a few seconds before bringing the cover above her head, trying to muffled the music. Which didn’t help. At all. Then to make the morning less fun, her bed begins to shake violently by her best friend who’s jumping up down awhile singing at the top of her lungs. Skyline groans into the covers and tries to bury herself deeper into the warmth, but before she can even hide, the covers are being shoved off her form. A shiver runs throughout her body from the coldness in the room.

“C’mon Sky! Today’s the day!” Erin yells as she hovers above,

Skyline groans once again, eyes closed shut when it’s far too bright in the room “Five more minutes,”

“No come on,” Erin says, slightly pushing Sky’s body with her foot, “Tiffany and Laila are already downstairs grabbing breakfast,”

Still not moving, Erin shoves her body once again with her foot, when that didn’t do the trick an evil smirk spreads on her face. Grabbing an unused pillow, she raises it above her head before roughly slamming it against Sky’s head, causing her to jerk upright. With sleep still in her eyes, Sky is only able to squint at her best friend.

“Erin! What the fu-,” Her words were cut off when a large pillow smacks her in the face,

Erin chuckles at her, ignoring the death stare as she hops off her bed, “Chop chop.. we got a busy day today!”

With a roll of her eyes and a loud groan, Sky rolls off the comforter and towards the bathroom. After taking care of her regular morning routines, she hops in the shower. Erin’s music still blasted through the speakers, as Sky took a quick shower and she honestly hoped none of their neighbors complained about their disturbance, she knew she would have if she was trying to get a few more hours of shut eye.

That’s all she ever really wanted at the moment, sleep. After months of studying, exams, piles upon piles of work, and busting all nighters she was finally in winter break. The feeling of being able to come home for the holidays and spending those days with her family sounded amazing and relaxing. However, after the second day of being home, she gets a call from Erin. Mentioning something about having another extra ticket for a convention to meet the cast of some show she’s never watched. She kindly declined the offer, wanting to spend her days off with her family sounded like a much better idea than meeting unknown actors. However, Sky often forgets Erin is not the type to take no for an answer and demanded her to hand the phone over to her mother.

Thinking her mother would defend her and find a way to convince Erin to try and find someone else to take to the convention, Sky hands the phone over to her mother. You can only imagine who won that argument.

Once out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, Sky heads out the bathroom and towards her duffel bag. In the winter season of Austin, Texas, she decides on a plain long sleeve, black jeans, grey hoodie, black boots on her feet with a leather jacket on top. Once her hair is made and adds a couple splashes of makeup on her face, she grabs her phone and book from the small counter as she follows Erin out the room. After a few minutes later, they finally arrive in the breakfast buffet where Tiffany and Laila are already stuffing themselves with waffles and eggs. With a yawn, Sky makes her way over to the buffet with Erin right behind her. Once they both get their plates and sit down on the table, they dig in before getting on with their day.

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8:45 am

“Oh my god!! I just hugged Speight!!” The sound of Laila coming around the corner interrupts Sky from her book,

The sight of Laila bouncing up and down on her feet with a wide grin makes a small chuckle escape from Skyline. As her friends beamed over this Speight guy, Sky returns her focus down on her book. Not really paying much attention at their excitement, but still having a smile on her lips as she reads the next chapter in her book. Even if she’s not having the same excitement as her friends, she is still having fun with them. Being around them in general for whatever reason always brightens her day. No matter how rough of a day she’s seems to be having, her girls always know just how to distract her and make her have fun.

“Ohh it’s almost time for Osric’s panel,” Tiffany says while looking down at her phone,

No longer able to focus on her book, Sky marks her spot before getting up from the floor.

“You guys go in, I’ve got auto’s for Kim at nine,”

It’s barely nine in the morning? Jesus. Sky thinks to herself, the day has felt extremely long she could have sworn it was already noon.

“Okay, let’s go Sky,” Laila motions her head to the side for her to follow,

“If you guys want me to continue tagging along, I’m gonna need an espresso,” Sky states, feeling yet another yawn creeping up her throat,

Her friends chuckle at her but agreed with her idea. They wouldn’t want her dragging her feet all over the convention, besides, coffee did sound like a great idea. Once writing down their preferred drinks in her notes, Sky leaves through the doors, down the steps and towards a coffee shop not too far away. It was only a couple blocks away, she should make it back in no time. Hugging her jacket closer to her body when the wind picks up, Sky quickens her movements to avoid its freezing weather but careful to not slip on the wet pavement. The last thing she needs is to fall flat on her ass, better yet get a concussion or go back home with a broken wrist.

Boy would her mom faint if she saw her daughter in a cast. Will most likely give her a lecture on why it’s important not to be on the phone during the most worst seasons. ‘If you weren’t on the phone this wouldn’t have happened Skyline’. Yep. She can definitely hear her ranting.

After a few blocks in the harsh winds, Skyline is finally reaching the small little coffee joint. Just as she reaches for the handle of the door, another, large, hand reaches at the same time. Thick fingers slightly touching her own, making her pull back with an apology.

“No it’s fine go ahead,” A deep voice says beside her, letting a shiver run down her body,

Most likely from the weather, what else would it be?

She looks up at the man. Dark beard, shades on his face, black hat on his head, with a black T-Shirt underneath a checkered navy flannel and black Levi’s jacket. Even under the dark shades she can tell he was good looking, handsome in fact.

“No you can go ahead,” Sky smiles at the man, stepping aside for him to enter,

He only shakes his head, gripping the door handle as he opens it for her, “Please I insist, my mom would throw a fit if she finds out I didn’t show my manners,”

Sky chuckles at him, “Well we wouldn’t want that now,”

The man chuckles back, smile forming on his lips. Man did that smile just make her stomach flip.

“No, we really wouldn’t,” Chuckling once more at him she accepts the offer with a thanks before entering the coffee shop,

As she walks inside, the change of temperature immediately hits her cold cheeks. Almost as if a heating furnace was suddenly shoved in her face, but she wasn’t complaining, the warmth was needed. Walking further into the coffee shop, she takes a glance over her shoulder to see if the man was behind her, but only lets a smile appear when she catches the moment of him allowing an elderly couple enter before him.

That’s sweet. She thinks to herself as she walks up to the counter. Once her drinks have been ordered and paid, she heads over to a small empty table near the window. Sitting on the chair she pulls out her book and continues where she left off as she waits for her drinks. A few minutes had passed and Sky was too engrossed in her book to notice her name being called out by the barista. Eventually though, she comes back to reality when someone places her drink in front her. Looking up from her book she meets eyes with bright emerald orbs, and noticing those breathtaking eyes belong to the same man from the door.

“I’m guessing your Skyline?,” The way her name rolls off his deep voice sends a shiver down her spine,

Definitely can’t be the air this time, absolutely not.

Eyeing the cup of coffee in front of her, she lifts a eyebrow at the man, teasing him. Even if she sees her name written on the side of the cup.

“And what makes you think that?” The way his lips slightly lift causes something to flip in her stomach,

Again.

“Well.. seeing how there’s hardly folks in here,” He looks around the shop for a few seconds before landing his eyes on hers again, “and you being the only one sitting down without a coffee.. I took a guess,”

Sky hums with a smile as she takes the cup, “Nice deduction,”

He shrugs a shoulder with a smile, “This seat taken?”

Sky shakes her head as she takes careful sips from her drink. With a small smile the man pulls out the chair with his other free hand, seeing how he has a cup of his own in one hand.

“I’m Ross by the way,” The man extends a hand once seated,

With a smile Sky accepts his hand, feeling it warm and rough as it wraps around her own.

“Nice to meet you,” Still smiling she pulls away from his firm hand,

“You around from here or just passing through?” He asks, taking careful sips from his cup,

Sky softly smiles at him as she wraps her hands around her coffee, trying to warm up her fingers.

“Born and raised,” He raises a brow at the small fact,

“No kidding?”

She nods, “Yeah but I’m just home for the holidays,”

He hums with a nod, “In the army or something?”

Sky couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes from her, definitely noticing how the corner of the mans lips slightly lift as well.

“More like college. My last year,”

“Really? What’re you studying?” He asks, taking another sip, never letting his eyes drift from her Hazel ones,

But does notice how they dart down towards his mouth before quickly looking back up to his eyes. A small smirk hides behind the cup, but doesn’t hide it when he pulls it away from his face.

“Biology,” He hums once again with a sincere smile, making her stomach flip,

It was such an odd feeling, especially when it was coming directly from a man she hardly knows. But for some reason, it felt right. Their conversations switched from topic to topic, never faltering. It just felt right, as if they were long time friends catching up with each other instead of two strangers who just met. Eventually, their conversation was cut short with the barista calling out her name once again with the rest of her drinks.

Getting up from her seat she walks over to the counter where her drinks waited. As she grabbed a cup holder and begins placing her drinks in each space, Ross, settles next to her. Getting a whiff of his cologne. Leaning on the counter he had both his and her coffee in either hand, which he hands over with a smile once all coffees were safely secured in place.

“I should get going,” She smiles up at his green orbs, and only then noticing how freckles are splashed on his face,

This man was literally dashing, no doubt about it.

“Yeah same here,” He says looking down at his watch, “Need a ride?”

She shakes her head with a smile, “I’m good thanks,”

“You sure? Heard it might rain,” He continues to lean on the counter as she places her coffee in an empty slot of the holder,

“I’m sure, it’s just a few blocks from here,”

“Well it can rain from those few blocks,” He argues as he gives her a smile, not wanting to end their little moment,

Neither did she, but she had friends waiting and the moment she tells them the reason why she took a little longer than expected, they wouldn’t leave her alone until she gives them the whole shebang.

She lets a small chuckle escape her lips as she picks up the coffees, “I’ll make a run for it,”

He softly chuckles at her comment, green eyes staring straight into her Hazel orbs that have slightly turned grey from her sweater. Definitely finding her and her eyes fascinating and beautiful.

“It was nice meeting you Ross,” She smiles at him as she walks away,

He smiles as he watches her, sending her a wave goodbye when she looks over her shoulder before walking out the door. Watching her leave didn’t feel like a loss, it felt the complete opposite actually. Why? Well for starters, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her considering she had the all too familiar Creation Entertainment wristband on her left hand. Also, he had her book inside his jacket, another reason on why he would see her again.

Both to retrieve her book and to have a reason to see her again. Don’t get him wrong, he was actually going to give it to her before she left, but the thought of holding it and having a reason to see her again sounded like great idea. He wanted to see her again, wanted to have a conversation longer than 10 minutes and just wanted to get to know her. She was different, in a good way, absolutely in a good way. The way she seemed to not know him or maybe she did but simply did not care made him feel relaxed, made him feel somewhat normal and he would give anything to feel that way again.

Even if it meant “stealing” her book to have an excuse to see her again.

PART 2

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dumdumsun · 3 years

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And Dusk

A/N: Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: brief violence

Word Count: 1560

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Chapter 14: The Countdown

The walk from Elliott’s to Reginald’s took up enough of (Y/N)’s time. When she approached the door, she hastily wiped her tears before pushing the front door open. The house was wrapped up in its usual silence. It never really made noise unless she was home, after all. Rushing up to her room, she locked the door and set her puppy on the ground before changing her clothes. She avoided looking at Mr Pennycrumb as she moved about her room, throwing on articles of clothing and pulling on shoes. Opening her wardrobe, she dug into the pocket of one of her coats and pulled out a folded piece of paper. The note was pressed to her lips as she shut her eyes, a moment for the world to freeze only for her, before slipping it into her pocket. With a deep breath, she spun around to meet the expectant stare of her beloved pet.

“Nothing’s ever easy, huh, Penny?” She sniffled, kneeling down beside the bed to watch him lean down and lick her fingers. “This was supposed to be my easiest relationship, baby, and now I gotta leave you… I know we’ve only known each other for less than two months, but I’ll remember every single moment we spent together, bud. I wanted so badly to watch you grow up, to finally grow into that big personality of yours. But I’ll need you to be good for Mom… because we both know how Dad feels about you being around.”

The puppy barked and licked her face, clearing her tears as he did so. She giggled and kissed the top of his head.

“I’ll never forget you, Mr Pennycrumb. You absolute angel. I love you so much.” Standing to her feet, she slowly approached her bedroom door, giving the entire room one last look. She wasn’t attached to it. Not in the slightest. But there was one little savior who, sitting on her bed and tilting his head, she would forever be connected to. “I’m leaving you in the best hands possible. Goodbye, baby.” She breathed and shut her door. Covering her mouth, she sped down the staircase and towards the front door.

“(Y/N)?! Where have you been?!”

Shit.

Wiping her tears away yet again, she turned to her mother and swallowed the lump in her throat. “I-I...” She croaked. Grace’s frown softened before she crouched down in front of her.

“Honey? Is everythin’ alright?”

“Yeah, Mom, I’m fine… I just, uh… I have a really bad headache and it’s a little overwhelming.”

“Oh… I can get you some-”

(Y/N) quickly shook her head. “It’s fine. I was going to head into town, get some fresh air.”

“Well, that’s fine, hun, but you cannot run off like that. You nearly gave us a heart attack! You can’t do that to me. Y-You just can’t!”

“I’m sorry, Mom-”

“Especially right now… I-I wanted to talk to you.”

I don’t have time, I don’t have time.

“Have you,” Grace sighed and looked away, a very clear internal battle going on within her. “Sweetheart, do you notice anything about your father? Anything strange?”

Furrowing her brows, (Y/N) stepped closer. “What… do you mean…?”

“I mean with his work. Do you know anythin’ about what he’s doin’? With the meetings, the secrecy. I-I know it isn’t fair to ask this of you, but I… I-I need to know.”

(Y/N) glanced to the side as she weighed her options. She could always lie to Grace, tell her that she had no idea what Reginald was up to, his plan to kill the president. But she knew her mother deserved so much better than yet another lie from another person she trusted dearly. So, she lifted her head and nodded, hoping it was enough. It seemed as if that were the case, because Grace took a deep breath and enveloped the girl in a hug. (Y/N) sniffled and held her mother tight.

“If I find anything dangerous goin’ on, I’m leaving, (Y/N). I’m leavin’ and I’m takin’ you with me.”

The young girl widened her eyes at these words. “You what?”

“You’re my daughter, (Y/N), adoption be damned. I promised you I would take care of you no matter what. And if removin’ you from Reggie’s life will do that, then I will do what I have to.”

“And I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I love you so much, Mom…”

“I love you, too, hun.”

(Y/N) never wanted to get attached, she never wanted to build happiness like this for herself, because she knew it’d eventually get ripped from her. One way or another. Still, it was a fun ride while it lasted. Pulling away from the hug, she sniffled again and rubbed her nose. Grace’s smile was full of so much care, adoration and unconditional love that (Y/N) had to step away to let herself breathe. “Well… I’m going now. Um… Mom? Could you do something for me while I’m gone?”

“Anythin’.”

“Please, take care of Mr Pennycrumb. I don't know what I’d do if something happened to him.”

Quietly chuckling, Grace nodded and clasped her hands together as the girl opened the front door. “I promise, only if you promise to be careful. I need you here with me, darlin’.”

“I promise, Mom.”

Stepping out of her home- of Reginald’s house, (Y/N) glanced down at her watch.

Thirty minutes. Shit!

Spinning on her heel, she sprinted her way in the direction of the alleyway. Her chest heaved, her breath was labored, and her arms pumped as her legs worked restlessly to take her to her destination. Locals scowled and gasped when she pushed past them, the girl calling out multiple apologies over her shoulder after the fact. She nearly ran past a corner she had to round, skidding to a stop and turning back around. When she did, she was met with a pair of dark brown eyes. “Preston!”

“You’re coming with me.” He huffed and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her in the opposite direction, back where she started. “I’ve been looking all around Dallas for you. I talked with your dear father and he said you didn’t mean what you said.”

“I don’t have time for this! Let go of me!” (Y/N) thrashed in the hold he now had around her waist. Preston growled and pinned down the arm she had just freed from his grasp.

“You never have time for me, (Y/N)! That’s the problem with you women! You always want the world to revolve around you! Well, you’re just gonna have t’make some time for me! Right now!”

“Goddammit! Let go of me, you little shit!” She shrieked. She freed her arm once again and reared her elbow back towards his face, but he quickly moved his head away to dodge it. The next second, she heard a grunt, and Preston’s hold on her was gone. Spinning around, she saw the boy on the ground, unconscious, blood dribbling from his nose. “What the hell?”

Her eyes moved up and widened at the sight of Lila dusting herself off. Her expression was almost unreadable to (Y/N), but she detected exhaustion. The two stared at each other for a beat before they both nodded. Lila turned her gaze forward and ran off in (Y/N)’s opposite direction. The young girl let out a breath, took one last look at Preston, and continued her sprint to the alleyway.

Arriving there, she almost crashed into the brick wall. “I’m here, I’m here!” She breathlessly called out to Five and Luther. “I’m here- Ew, what the fuck?!” She yelped, her foot almost landing in a splatter of vomit. Beside it was a groaning Klaus, the man muttering something about a strange dream.

“Thank god,” Five clenched his jaw and checked his watch. “Anymore last minute arrivals?!”

“Hey, I’m here, aren’t I?!” (Y/N) hissed and made her way over to the seething Five, who only spared her a glance before looking around the alleyway again.

“We’ve got a minute left.” Luther muttered and smashed his fist against the top of the closed dumpster.

Klaus groaned and placed his hands over his face. “What’s going on, guys? Are we going somewhere?”

“It was a simple task,” Five ranted as he paced the alleyway. “It was a simple task! All we had to do was be here. Didn’t have to fight a giant sea monster, no. Any army of mutants? Nein!”

(Y/N) checked her watch, sighing as their last remaining minute ticked away. Heading to the opening of the alley, she moved her head from left to right, hoping to see the last of her siblings rushing to their way home. But alas, no one arrived and she could hear the three behind her yelling at each other. The sound of clicking got her attention and she turned around to see everyone watching the briefcase.

“Goddammit.” Five muttered before bending down and picking up the briefcase by the handle, flinging it into the air. With a zap and a whoosh, their ticket to 2019 disappeared in a bright blue portal. The four watched as the portal disappeared, much like the first time they were left in this timeline. “We were that close.”

“That close…” (Y/N) sighed.

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roger-that-cap · 3 years

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all the flowers will bloom

summary: you would have never tried to leave your mother if you knew that bringing that pomegranate tree back to life was your ticket to the underworld. or, maybe you would have, because it turned out that hades was quite the opposite of the evil goddess that you had been drilled to know.

warnings: nothing much!! some fluff, some bonding, near death experience, dog petting

word count: 3.2k

this is part three!

It was late at night, and the only way you knew was because it was utterly silent. The dead didn’t sleep, but the night was their quiet time. It was their time to reflect and be alone, and it was almost sacred to them. You knew that no one would be around to watch you in the garden, whether you failed or succeeded.

You woke up one morning starving. Your stomach was rumbling in a way it never had before, and you groaned at the feeling. Had you really not eaten anything the whole time?

You rolled out of your bed and opened the door to your room, walking blindly down the hall and trying to find something, anything. The urge to eat was strong, and it was calling you. You vaguely remembered Natasha telling you about a kitchen, and how the humans who used to cook in their past lives took residency there and cooked for everyone who wanted to eat, even though feeding wasn’t necessary to the dead.

You weren’t dead just yet.

Your feet were taking you somewhere, past souls who couldn’t care less about your presence and then past others who stared at you like you were from a famous myth. Either way, none of them spoke to you, and you didn’t speak to either of them. You were just hungry.

“Are you looking to eat something, darling?” A voice crooned, head peeking out of some double doors.

“Yes.” You cleared your throat. “I know it’s early, but, are these the kitchens?”

“They are,” the woman said, and you noticed how her form was slightly more wispy than all of the others you had seen. “We haven’t started yet, but we have some things left over from yesterday, if you’d like.”

“Yes, please.”

“Come in, child.” And so you did. Your steps took you further while something in the back of your mind was urging you to go the other way. Your stomach called for the exact opposite, and it won. Your steps got faster despite the bells going off in your head, and then you were standing over a table of pastries.

“Wow, these look beautiful,” you murmured, eyes catching on multiple different dishes. The bells got louder, but you ignored them as you finally reached for the one on the far right. You smiled at the woman, who was watching you with hawk eyes, poorly hidden anticipation on her face as she waited for you to eat. “Thank you for allowing me to have one, miss.”

“Wait, don’t let her eat that, she’s not dead!”

The pastry was slapped from your hand just as it was about to go into your open mouth. You gasped as you were turned by your shoulders to meet an unfamiliar face, yet another woman. She was more solid than the other one behind you, who you discovered had faded away at the sight of the new arrival.

The woman had brown hair and light green eyes, bordering on blue. She was breathing heavily, like she ran miles just to get to her spot. Her eyes were wild and worried all the same as she shook you twice. “Why the hell were you about to eat that?”

“What?”

“You’re alive, what are you doing?” You matched her worry, hands shaking and eyes wide as you stared at her in silence. “Do you not want to go home?”

A strong presence seeped into the room slowly at first, and then it was suffocating everything and everyone else. And just like that, the woman who saved you stepped back from and faced the doors, doing the same as everyone else and kneeling with her head bowed. You looked towards the door and saw Natasha walking in, her aura dark as she commanded the room without any effort.

“What’s going on here?”

There was a heartbeat of silence, and then the woman closest to you was speaking, head still hung low in respect. “A nymph tried to feed her, Your Majesty.”

You watched Natasha stiffen, and then her eyes turned to you. She stalked forward quickly, steps so intimidating that you almost retreated. “Open your mouth.”

Your fear melted into confusion. “What?”

Natasha’s eyes were ablaze as she gripped your chin, her initial hold harsh and even edging towards desperate, but in the quickest of seconds she loosened her hold on your slacked jaw. “Did she eat any?”

“I got to her before she could put it in her mouth, Your Grace.” Natasha’s eyes lingered on you, blank and observing everything about your face at the moment before taking a step back, but if anything, the intensity only doubled.

“You are never to eat a thing here, do you understand?” Her voice was hard, harder than you had ever heard it. When you failed to answer, she narrowed her eyes even further at you. “What you did could have killed you, Persephone. Don’t eat down here, ever.”

You opened your mouth and almost shut it because of the smoldering look she was giving you. Yiu grappled for words for a second, slightly embarrassed that all you could get out was a pitiful, whiney statement. “B-but, I was hungry.”

Her expression of seriousness cracked just a little. “I forgot that you would be. I apologize.” There was a gasp from over in the kitchens, and you retreated into yourself after knowing that everyone else was listening. They were gasping because she apologized. “But if you ever get hungry, come to me, and I’ll fix it. Never eat anything here.”

You were still shaken by how angry she seemed, and by the way the skin on your hand still slightly stung with the force of the woman’s slap. But you were still curious. “Why?”

“If you eat something here, you’re consenting to be a full time resident.” You sucked in a breath. “If you were dead, it wouldn’t matter. But you need to go see that horrible mother of yours, and eating won’t let you do that.”

Your heart was racing. You could have been trapped there, in the Underworld. For longer than you were even supposed to be. You looked down at the woman and how quick she was to recognize what was wrong with you eating, and then you realized that it was a known fact. That meant only one thing.

“That lady was trying to set me up!” You gasped informally, and Natasha gritted her teeth.

“And she will be dealt with.” She turned to look at the woman who saved you. “Thank you, Maria. You will be rewarded for your behavior.”

“It was my pleasure, Your Grace.” She stood up and bowed again before walking away.

Everyone else cleared out while you and Natasha looked at each other, eyes seemingly gravitating towards each other’s. “When you’re hungry, come to me.” She repeated, and you frowned.

“How can you fix it if I can’t eat?”

“The same way I fix the feeling of death every morning,” Natasha sighed. “It’s mostly all in your head. The hunger, the darkness, they’re side effects of being here. I just take it out for you.”

You took a slight second to marvel at the idea of her being able to do something like that. “So you can make me feel full?”

There was something that flashed behind her eyes, passing too quickly for you to identify. Her gorgeous mouth attracted your attention as her lips pulled up slightly, just enough for you to notice. “If I tried hard enough, I could make you feel nearly anything.”

Why did her words feel like she meant something entirely different than what it was supposed to?

§§

The earth was dry. Not a thing was growing, and everything that managed to slip by and grow died within days. Demeter was on a rampage, angry beyond belief. Nothing good ever happened when a god was angry.

“The humans are suffering,” Steve pointed out to her, aware that he needed to say his piece gently, or risk Demeter losing her temper again at the expense of mankind.

“I don’t care,” the goddess hissed, even though it wasn’t necessarily true. “I will let them all starve if my daughter isn’t found and brought back to me.”

“What do you want me to do, Demeter?” He asked, shifting on his throne and giving her a mildly annoyed look. “I don’t have her, and I don’t know anyone who is stupid enough to take her.”

“I want you to call Hecate.” She ground out, and Steve gave her a disappointed look. “She looks up to you. You’re the only one who can bring her out of hiding, and she’s the only one with the magic that can track down my Persephone.”

He looked down on her from his throne, and she picked her chin up as he gave her an even more disapproving look. “It’s not right to pull Wanda back into this, and you know it.”

“It’s been ages since the fight against the Titans. They’re all dead or locked away, now. She’s fine.” If it was anyone else at stake, anyone other than her Persephone, maybe Demeter would have agreed with Steve. Wanda was traumatized after the wars with the Titans, and everyone knew that after what she had done, she deserved to live however she wanted in peace. But she could rest after Persephone was found. “Call her.”

“I can’t just-”

“You are the king of us all, there’s not a goddamn thing that you can’t do! You’re going to call Hecate here right now, or I will let every single human down there rot and wither away, do you understand me? Not a soul will be alive to offer you anything, and then they’ll all take a trip to see that bitch of the Underworld.”

Steve watched her with an unamused glare, equally annoyed with her as he was wary. “Demeter, calm down.”

She looked like she was getting fired up all over again, but she scoffed and shook her head, taking a second to find the right words through her fury. “Fine. For now, I’ll be calm. But you have to swear to me that whoever has taken Persephone, I get to destroy them. Without question.”

Steve’s words came quick, but he meant them. “I promise.”

“Good.” She straightened out the crown of flowers that had tilted on her head, and then crossed her arms. “Call Hecate.”

****

The days passed by the same. Every morning, you would wake up and feel like you were inches from death, and then Hades— Natasha—would come in and put her strangely warm hands on your throat and chest, and then you could breathe again. You would be escorted by her to the second level, where you would exert yourself so much that your knees trembled only to get no results. She would put her hand right on your stomach and make the hunger in your stomach reduce to nothing, and sometimes she would even eradicate the pain in your knees from kneeling through the day. And then, hours later, you would trudge back to your room and cry. It was the same old song every day.

You missed your mother. You missed the way that the outside world could bring you freedom, even though you were trapped by your mother’s hold. You missed the nymphs, and even their worrying. You missed dipping your toes into the ponds and swimming and singing without a care in the world. Now, you were fighting for the nearly impossible to happen, working your hardest to see your own world again.

“You’re going to die before you fix it if you keep going like this.”

You had mixed feelings about Natasha. The rational part of your brain knew that she didn’t want you there either, and that she would rather not have you in her space and presence. You had touched something that didn’t belong to you, and now you were paying for it. But the part of your mind that made you want to scream and cry was angry and almost constantly blaming her.

The rational part of your mind won. “I don’t know how else to do it.”

“What do you do when you’re above ground?” She asked, taking a few steps closer to the place where you were kneeling down, knees in the dirt and dress pulled up so that it wouldn’t have two big brown spots on it. “Because I know this isn’t it.”

She was right. You were pushing yourself, and your mind wasn’t in the same spot as it would have been if you were in your natural habitat. Usually, you could just look at a spot in the ground and it would grow. In particularly harsh lands, you would touch the soul, but it never got harder than that. This felt nearly impossible.

“How would you know?”

“I know all about you creator gods and your gifts,” she said, her tone almost bored. “It comes easy to you. Creating life is your safe space, isn’t it?” You didn’t need to answer. “There’s no way that something that you were born for makes you react like you’re reacting now.”

“Well, you want me to grow an entire garden in a world where nothing lives,” you said, running a hand over your face as you tried your hardest not to cry. “And whether or not I see everyone again is based on that. So forgive me if I’m not being efficient.” She was silent after that, so you turned and out your hands in the dirt again, breathing in and out.

“Have you heard of that one idea by that one human?” You had almost forgotten that she was still there, speaking too vaguely for you to even try to understand. “You can’t produce anything good if you don’t feel good. I think the same may apply for the gods.”

Your fingers dig deeper into the dirt as you cast a look at her over your shoulder, a small and sarcastic smile on your face. “There are many ways this conversation could go, would you mind elaborating?”

There were a few heart beats worth of silence. “Would you like to see Cerberus now, Persephone?”

“It’s Y/N,” you corrected immediately even though your heart jumped, and you had to work to keep your frown going. “What makes you think that seeing your dog would make me happy?”

“I never said happy,” the older goddess corrected, and then she sighed. “But it could be a start.”

“You can’t be serious,” you said, taking your hand from the dirt and turning around to stand, giving Natasha an incredulous look, even though you meant it to be more curious. “Why do you care?”

“I told you, I don’t want you here for any longer than necessary. I don’t need the Mother of Corn Stalks attempting to wage war on me.” She turned around and took a step forward, and you knew that she was walking to the elevator and expected you to follow.

You did.

You watched the doors open and watched her form as she let herself in first, and then looked at you expectantly. “And, besides, I hate to watch flowers wilt. That’s the whole reason you’re even here, you know.”

She hated to watch flowers die? That seemed uncharacteristic of the woman that your mother had warned you about, but you were quickly learning that most of the things your mother had told you about her just weren’t true. No person who liked death and destruction didn’t like to watch death and destruction. Your mother was wrong about her, and you thought about that the entire way to the elevator.

You waited in the elevator, not sparing a look at the Queen of the Dead for fear that she would already be looking at you. You didn’t want to admit it, but she intimidated you.

You were on the opposite sides of your own large spectrum. She was in charge of everything dead, the very part of life that you worked tirelessly against. If it wasn’t the air of death and decay that surrounded her, it was the look in her eyes. Half haunted, half… alive. Hades hid so much with her eyes that it was impossible for you to ignore and dig into, just like you used to dig in dirt. And you discovered that the woman truly felt as much as anyone above, maybe even as much as the humans. And that terrified you. It terrified you that the woman that your mother demonized actually had emotions in her heart, had a weakness and a strength.

Hades became so much more than a story far too quickly for you to grasp.

“Cerberus,” she started, and her commanding voice nearly made you jump out of your own godly skin. She continued with barely any pause. “He’s a good dog. He’s just… he will be very overwhelming to see at first.”

You assumed so. He was the creature that guarded the entrance of the Underworld, which meant that he must have been more horrifying than anything that walked the greens of the earths. You knew he was as dark as midnight and that he had three heads simply from the stories that everyone was told when they were young enough to listen.

Natasha strutted out of the elevator, red hair swaying in the wind with her sure steps. You were steps behind, still wincing at the feeling of unfamiliar stone on your bare feet instead of tickling grass. She took you to an iron door, one that looked heavy and sounded even more heavy when she pulled it open after having a handful of keys appear in her hands. She unlocked the door with two of them, and then other locks that you hadn’t even seen turned.

“Why did I agree to this, again?” You breathed out as she led you in without a word, and then you were nearly screaming.

The creature was huge. He was so tall that he straight up took your breath out of your chest, and your hands shook. He had three heads, indeed, all three with dark red eyes that stirred like storms. Though there were three heads and they were all three scary, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the middle head. He had bared his teeth automatically at the sight of visitors, and he showed off his killer incisors to make it painfully obvious that he was the most vicious of the three. You tried not to take a step back or startle either of them in the silent room.

“Stand down,” Natasha commanded, and just like that, all three of the heads were subdued, and the conjoined body laid down on the floor, the middle head resting on the front paws. “You’re going to let my visitor see you.”

You nodded warily,your wide eyes fixated on the huge thing and your hands shook. “Oh, I’ve seen him, I’ll be alright from here.”

And you were. For a few weighted moments, you just stared at the thing but looked so out of the ordinary egg that for a moment, you doubted that something like him could be a thing. You watched the thing for minutes, analyzing movements and mannerisms.

“Is he alive?”

The question came from nowhere, and surprisingly, from behind you. You jumped and turned your head to see Natasha leaning on the wall of the very generous cage. Her slender arms were crossed as her eyes were questioning as she waited for your answer, like she had all the time in the world and no intention of repeating herself.

“Cerberus?” You squeaked out, and then cleared your throat quietly. No. That was your immediate response, or what you wanted it to be. But before you could say anything, you second guessed yourself. “I… I don’t know.”

Natasha’s arm extended as she gestured towards her well known guardian animal. “Feel.”

He felt… different. He felt gray, right in between the white light of life and the plain darkness of death. At first glance, he seemed to be floating right in between, placidly and without a care. But, when you dug harder, you realized that he was actually much more in the white than he was in the dark.

He was more alive than dead.

“He’s… alive.”

“And if he’s alive after hundreds and thousands of years, then anything you can plant can stay that way.” She leaned off of the wall, and you swallowed when she turned her gaze towards you, and like she and her pet were on the same page, all four pairs of eyes in the room were set on you, waiting patiently for your gift to bless their home. “Don’t you agree?”

****

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nashibirne · 3 years

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London Calling - 2

So, guys...I know it took me a while but here it is. Part 2 of Bodyguard! August and his adventures in London. I hope there are still some people out there who want to read this. Enjoy and let me know what you think! Every single comment/reblog/like is very appreciated 💜

Pairing: August Walker x ofc (Lucretia "Lu" Johnson)

Words: ~ 3.2

Summary and A/N: This story plays with the thought of "what if…" What if August Walker had taken another road? What if he had turned into John Lark for completely different reasons? What if he had found love before becoming a bitter, disillusioned man?So the events of "London Calling" take place about ten years prior to MI:Fallout and August Walker hasn't joined the CIA yet, he's an FBI Agent and his new mission in London that lies ahead of him is going to be a challenging one. Maybe it's even going to change his life.

Find the previous chapter and my other fics here: Nashi's Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+! This story deals with the topic of a toxic/abusive relationship, gaslighting and problematic behavior of one of the protagonists in general. Please don't read if these topics trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable.

English is not my mother tongue but the lovely @sillyrabbit81 was so kind to be my very helpful and patient Beta! Thank you so, so much, bunny 🐇💜 (Edited by me, so there might still be mistakes and they're all mine)

Credits/Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker or anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claims: Lu - Hannah van der Westhuysen, Adam - Freddie Thorpe. FaceApp helped me with making August look a little younger.

Ready? Let's go!

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"John Lark," Adam said to Lu, who was sitting opposite of him at the dining table, having a coffee and some fruits for breakfast. He grinned and rolled his eyes. "What a boring name. Let's hope he has a boring personality as well and likes staying in the background just like poor old Eddie."

Lu shook her head with a sad smile. "I still can't believe he's dead. I mean, one moment he's alive and kicking and then he misses a red light and is six feet under."

"He should have been careful, baby. He was an idiot anyway. Please don't tell me you liked the old grinch." Adam ran a hand through his light brown hair and gave her a surprised glance.

"I did like him and he wasn't old, not even 50. He was a nice guy, always friendly and helpful." She leaned back in her chair with a sigh and looked out of the large windows that gave a fantastic view on the Thames and the city of London.

"Did you fuck him?"

Lu froze at the coldness in his voice, that sent icy shivers down her spine.

"Of course not, I…I would never...he wouldn't have..." She stared at the man she was going to marry in just a few months, eyes wide, lump in her throat, feeling offended and unsettled by his accusation.

Adam burst out laughing. "You should see your face, Lu," he chuckled with a big grin on his attractive face. "It's hilarious, you're so easy to lead on, darling. It's really cute how naive you can be. That's exactly the reason why I have to look after you by the way. People take advantage of you but no one fucks around with Adam Mayfield." He gave her a wink but she knew he wasn't just teasing her, he meant it. Lu forced a grin, trying to relax and regain her composure by taking a deep breath. Getting serious he reached over the table and took her hand, pressing a tender kiss on her knuckles. "I was joking of course, I know you are loyal, baby. You're not a cheating whore. If you were I wouldn't marry you and if you were I would know. Nothing remains a secret to me. Nothing, Lu. Never forget that. No secrets."

She gave him a sweet smile and squeezed his hand, her heart beating like crazy. "No secrets," she said because she knew that's what he wanted to hear.

Adam gave her an approving nod, obviously content with her answer.

"So, until Lark arrives the day after tomorrow, Big Ben is gonna take care of you."

"What about you, won't you need him?"

Lu was genuinely surprised. Since Eddie's accident, Andy, the third member of their security staff, had taken over his duties. Big Ben was Adam's bodyguard, more than that actually, over the years he had become his right hand, his assistant, his eyes, his ears, his shadow. The middle aged man, with the thin, sparse light blonde hair and the hooked nose that dominated his puffy face with the pasty complexion, was a nice guy on first sight, always very polite and friendly, always up for a joke, but he had something in his watery eyes that scared Lu. Maybe it was because he was so loyally devoted to Adam. Lu had never heard him question any order, he did whatever he was told to and Lu was absolutely convinced he would turn against her in the blink of an eye, if Adam asked him to. She feared him and she didn't trust him and she was quite sure the feeling was mutual.

"I can do without him for two days, right Ben?" He asked the man who was entering the room right then.

"Sir?"

"You'll look after Miss Johnson today and tomorrow and Andy will keep an eye on me."

"Of course," Big Ben nodded with a smile. The nickname was pretty ridiculous, because he was anything but big. He was neither tall nor broad. He was hardly Lu's height and a little overweight but he was tough and a skilled martial arts fighter. He had been pretty successful in his youth, winning various tournaments and he was still very strong and flexible. Lu had watched him doing some Jiu Jiutsu with Adam a few times and it had been impressive to see the stocky guy so agile and light-footed.

"I won't be much of a nuisance, Ben," Lu said, "I will be busy preparing the vernissage for the rest of the week, so we'll be at the gallery most of the time."

"That's fine, Miss Johnson. I like the gallery. I don't know much about art but you have some beautiful paintings there."

***

An hour later Big Ben was looking at one of these paintings and Lu was watching him closely. Something was off, not only today, it had been for a few days. It started with Adam letting Andy stay with her at the gallery all day. That was very unusual. Eddie had always run errands while she had been working or he had washed the car or whatever. She didn't need him around, the gallery was a safe place, nothing bad had ever been happening there. She had asked Andy a few times why it was necessary that he stayed but he'd always said he didn't know and was just following Mr. Mayfield's orders. And now there was Ben, who was obviously trying to pump some kind of information out of her, asking strange questions.

He was subtle, she had to admit that, but just like anyone, including Adam, he underestimated her. He and the rest of the world considered her to be just a blonde bimbo, Adam's arm candy, a classic gold digger and nothing more. She could hardly blame people for thinking that way and actually she even liked flying under the radar. It gave her a certain kind of freedom because nobody was really paying attention to what she did. Adam was the one in the limelight and since she'd never dare to steal his thunder even the yellow press found her too boring to write about her. So she was able to focus on her work and try to make herself a name as a galerist, not as Adam Mayfield's trophy girlfriend.

She knew most people thought she wasn't very clever, but as hard as her youth had been it had given her two very useful skills, street-smartness and the ability to judge character. She had more knowledge of human nature than most women her age and she for sure could tell when someone was trying to hide something from her.

"Eddie liked that painting too," she said with a smile. It was a lie, Eddie had never been taking interest in any of the artwork she presented in her gallery but she wanted to get Ben to talk.

"Really?" A sad look crossed Benjamin's face. He and Eddie had been pretty close and Lu imagined he was mourning his old friend badly.

She gave him a nod and a friendly smile. "You miss him, don't you?"

"Of course, Miss Johnson."

"Lu," she corrected him for the millionth time although she knew he'd continue calling her by her last name. She had no idea why he insisted on this formal way of addressing her, all the other staff members called her by her first name, but since he did the same with Adam she supposed it was just his way of showing respect and keeping a professional distance. "I miss him too. I can't believe he was so irresponsible. He was always such a careful driver, he never even got a ticket for wrong parking."

Big Ben wrinkled his nose. "I'm sure he wasn't acting irresponsibly. It was an accident."

"Well, Adam said he missed a red light because he was distracted by answering his phone. That's pretty irresponsible, if you ask me."

She saw his jaw working and his hands were balled into fists. Her accusations were making him angry and she assumed that meant they were wrong.

"We don't really know what happened. Just what the police file says," he replied with a shrug.

"And you assume that it's not telling the truth?"

"I don't assume anything, Miss Johnson. I believe in the things Mr Mayfield tells me. And so do you, I guess."

"Of course I do," Lu said quickly, dropping the topic, fully aware of the threat that his words involved. She had heard enough anyway.

****

August took a deep breath before he dropped his suitcase on the floor and took a look around. The room -his room- was nice. Big and bright, with large windows and a big bed that appeared to be very comfy. The en suite bathroom was luxurious and gave off spa vibes while the modern paintings and photographs on the walls made the room look like a very stylish and exclusive hotel suite. He liked that, but he had to remind himself that this wasn't a city trip for a weekend, this was his job and his new life.

He had spent the last days slipping on his new personality, becoming John Lark, embracing his alter ego. He grinned when saw his reflection in the window. That mustache and the three day stubble he wore now was an unusual sight but he had to admit he liked the new look, it suited him. August unpacked his suitcase, placing his clothes in the closet and the few personal items John Lark owned in and on the nightstand. A few books, a moleskin and a pen, a jump rope and a pull-up bar for staying in shape and his personal mobile. He had been handed out an official cell phone by that guy called Ben right at the airport where he had picked him up. He put on the watch Lark's mother had given him after high school graduation, his initials engraved on the back. 6:45. Fifteen minutes till dinner. He had been asked to eat with them to meet Mayfield and his Barbie. Miss Johnson. Just be professional, he scolded himself, she's your target.

Don't fuck this up. Kyle's words resonated in his head. This had to be his goddamn creed from now on if he wanted to join Erica Sloane's team at the CIA, and fuck he did. She was infamous for being the toughest and strictest woman at the agency and for being the best. Her team consisted of the most respected and effective agents and that was exactly where he belonged. He wanted to work with the best, he wanted to be top of the class, he intended to become primus inter pares. The best of the best, notorious, feared, valued, celebrated, desired...all those things that had been refused to him throughout his childhood and youth. He had been a victim till he joined the army, a loser, a pussy. Now he was a winner and he would become a champ and claim what he deserved.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Ready, Lark?"

"Coming."

He put on his jacket and straightened the soft brown fabric of his suit. Adjusting the matching tie, taking a deep breath he opened the door and smiled at Ben who just gave him a nod.

"Let's go," he said. "They're waiting."

****

She knew John Lark was trouble the moment she saw him. It was nothing specific that made her feel this way, not his looks or his behaviour, it was more the aura that surrounded him. Lu couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she knew she had to be careful around him right away.

"Mr. Lark...John," Adam greeted his new employee friendly, flashing him a bright smile. "I suppose it's okay to call you John?" Not waiting for an answer he continued while shaking August's hand. "Really nice to meet you. Welcome to your new home."

August returned the smile. "Thank you, Mr. Mayfield. Nice to meet you too."

"Please, call me Adam. There's no need for formalities. After all, we're going to live together, work together…"

Another charming smile. The guy was smooth, August had to admit. He was even more handsome than his picture had suggested, with fine facial features, tall and lean, exuding natural elegance and wit. A charmer and a ladies man for sure.

"This is my fiancee, Lu Johnson." Adam pulled Lu close, wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a possessive manner before kissing her cheek tenderly. He usually wasn't the kind of person who liked public displays of affection but Lu knew it was his way to put John Lark into his place right from the start, to make sure he was aware who she belonged to.

Lark was dangerously good looking and way too attractive for Adam to let it go without staking his claim. Not that Lu was interested in him, he wasn't even her type -too many muscles and probably too little brains- and she would never dare to even look at another man. But objectively he was very good looking, tall and broad shouldered, sharp jawline, a handsome face, outstanding blue eyes, and most of all he had an appeal that obviously hadn't remained hidden to Adam. "She's going to be your charge. I cherish her like life itself. Make sure you do the same when I'm not around."

Mayfield kissed her again and she blushed, obviously feeling uncomfortable being the center of attention.

"John," she said softly, extending her hand to him gracefully with a polite but distant smile on her pretty face. Just like her fiance she was strikingly beautiful but in comparison her beauty was a little steril, forced. She was lacking the naturalness Mayfield owned, maybe because she wasn't born into the social class she lived in now. It felt like she was wearing a mask. Her appearance was too immaculate to be real, too perfect. There had to be a crack in it, nobody was free of flaws, but whatever it was that was lying underneath the sleek, stainless surface, she was hiding it well.

"Miss Johnson." August shook her hand and held her gaze, giving her a smile and a respectful nod.

"Lu, please," she offered stiffly, pointing at the set dining table. "Why don't we sit."

"Yes, darling, you're right. Let's eat before the Beef Wellington gets cold."

***

August found all of his prejudice confirmed during dinner. Mayfield was a cocky prick, who tried to hide his asshole side under a veil of sophistication and British humour. That veil, luckily, was full of holes big enough for August to see right through.

Johnson however was an ice queen. Cool and aloof, not willing to lower herself to talk to the newest member of her royal court. He wanted nothing more than to ignore her, to make her feel that he wasn't in need of her attention, to make it clear that he wasn't attracted to her in any way. It was actually true. She was pretty of course and sexy, too, but the kind of beauty she represented was not his cup of tea. She was one of those ethereal beings who were much too fragile for him, too fanciful, too distant. Like a precious showpiece that was presented on a pedestal and that whispered "look at me" seductively but at the same time it shouted "don't touch…you're not worthy". He needed a woman to be more than beautiful, he liked women that were sturdy and energetic, lively and witty, confident and strong. He didn't want a queen, he wanted an amazon.

So all of this and more made him dislike her, but he still had to be friendly and charming to gain her trust and to make her fond of him without alarming Mayfield. He was obviously very possessive and protective, the jealous-for-no-reason kind of guy who would make his woman wear a chastity belt if it was socially acceptable. To sum it up, this job was a ride on the razor's edge.

"So how do you like your room, John?" Lu turned to him with a friendly smile. Those were the first words she addressed to him since they'd sat down to eat. Adam had engaged Lark in conversation from the very first moment and Lu took care not to interrupt him. He hated it and he'd accuse her of stealing his thunder afterwards for sure. So she kept quiet, trying to blend into the scenery, contenting herself with being not much more than a pretty ornament, decoration like the sculptures that were placed all over the penthouse - a beautiful, silent object. When Adams' phone rang, he took the call with an apologetic smile, leaving the room in a hurry. Now she was forced to make conversation with her new bodyguard and she felt uncomfortable and awkward because she assumed that he didn't like her. He had seen her and he had branded her, just like anybody else, she was quite sure of that.

"It's great, I like the modern style," August said, returning her smile.

"Really? I'm so glad to hear that." Her face lit up in an instant, her lips curling up into a genuine smile. "I refurbished it a few months ago and Eddie... your predecessor… he didn't really like it."

"Oh, why's that?"

Lu took a deep breath before she answered. "I'm not sure, I never asked him. I didn't want to put him on the spot, but I guess it wasn't cosy in his eyes. Not warm enough. He was a very traditional man…," Lu said and her expression softened with her words, her eyes giving away that she had liked the guy, that she was mourning him.

Not the ice queen you pretend to be, August thought surprised.

"Well, I'm not a traditionalist, I like it bright and clear. The black and white photos are really interesting."

"Aren't they?" Lu agreed with excitement that made her voice sound different, like it had just been brought to life. "They are works by a very talented young artist from France. I discovered her art when we were in Paris last year and now I exhibit her photographs in my gallery. People love her unique take on everyday life, the way she plays with light and angles. She's one of my most successful…"

"Don't bore your new guardian angel to death with your art stuff on the very first day, honey," Adam interrupted her chuckling, when he joined them again.

"I was just talking about the pictures in John's room."

"Sure, and those are lovely pictures," he gave her a generous smile and a peck on the cheek, "but we both know you tend to babble on about the topic and that can be a little unnerving."

"Of course, you're right, darling." Lu's mask was back on, her expression blank again. "I'm sorry, John. Sometimes I forget that most people don't share my passion for art. Consider yourself lucky that Adam saved you just in time."

John gave her a nod and a smile. He wanted to say something, feeling the need to let her know that she hadn't been boring him, but before he was able to do so, Adam carried on with their conversation about his new job and his duties and the wasted chance to show his solidarity with her left a bitter taste in John Lark's mouth.

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