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The Case of the Blue Sweater | Tom Hiddleston

Pairing: Mob!Tom Hiddleston x cop!reader

Style: one shot

WC: 10.7k

Warnings: crime, alcohol, drinking, implied sexual content (very much so), uhh, theres no blood, also NB: THIS STORY IS INCOMPLETE AND I WONT BE THE ONE TO FINISH IT! (story is also unedited to please dont hate me for any mistakes)

Summary: Hey so I read your Mob!Tom x reader and it got me thinking.. Could you write a Fic where Tom is in the mob but the reader is a cop? And like they’re secretly dating but technically the reader has to make it look like they’re hunting him down but they really aren’t? (If that makes sense) Idk I feel like I just need this in my life rn 😂😂

A/N: i got this ask back in january i think and i jumped on it right away, but at some point tumblr deleted it so i cant tag who asked (and i know this wasnt anonymous bc i remember but i never put it in the doc annoyingly). anyways, i started writing it, got to 10k words and lost motivation and never finished it. i really like the AU but nothing ever really happened.... im so sorry. I hope you enjoy what i have ^_^

A loud ringing paired with the loudest on and off buzzing from your phone vibrating on the nightstand is what pulls you out of your slumber. The sounds screech in your ears and you reach over to stop it, to just slide the button over so that your ears can stop bleeding. However, as you lean out of the arms wrapped around you, their grip strengthens and you’re dragged back into the chest of the man sharing your bed.

“Tom,” you say. A smile plays on your lips, the set of events not unusual for an early morning.

He nuzzles into your hair, places a wet kiss at the base of your neck. “Five minutes,” he mumbles into your skin.

You shake your head slightly, as much as you can with the limited space. “Can I at least turn the sound off?”

His grip slackens, making you able to reach the little way over to turn off the blaring alarm. The silence that comes with is welcome in every way, but the relief isn’t long-lasting when Tom drags you back into his chest, his nose quickly nuzzling back to where it was.

Two seconds is what it takes before he’s pressing kisses to your neck. Rough, slender fingers graze up the side of your body until they reach your neck, where they brush away your hair. With Tom’s easy access, the soft kisses slowly turn into something more, something rougher, and the use of his tongue causes a slight tickle to trail through your body.

“Tom.” You shift a little where you lay, taking away his access as you turn your head. In the shift, the man easily moves to trail kisses up your jaw, and as you whisper his name again, his lips connect with yours.

It’s a hungry kiss. He sucks at your bottom lip and his hand grabs your jaw, holding your head in place. You lean into him, kissing him back with equal fervor, however, you’re quickly dragged out of the bliss, when your phone goes off again.

There is no mistaking the death glare Tom sends the mini-computer. You chuckle slightly and push him off you to reach it. This time, it’s not an alarm, but a phone call.

Your boss’s call ID lights up the screen, and you give Tom a stern look as you press to accept the call. With the phone to your ear, Tom shrugs and moves under the covers. His hands trail down your body, teasing you as his fingers trace up your inner thighs.

“Y/L/N,” you say.

A grunt is heard from the other side first, then, “I need you to come in ASAP.” Your boss’s voice sounds urgent, desperate.

You check the clock. “I’m not supposed to come in in another hour,” you reply. “Is it that important?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t have called you otherwise.” It’s like you can hear him nod and roll his eyes at the same time. “We got a lead in the case.”

“What kind of lead? And which case?”

As your boss answers, you can feel Tom’s tongue on the inside of your thigh. In surprise at the feeling you barely manage to suppress the squeal that works up in your throat, and you miss your boss’s reply. (You don’t miss Tom’s smug laugh from under the duvet, nor how he continues to work his way closer to your clit.)

“Y/L/N?” comes from the other end of the line when you gain back… well, really some of your dignity, but mostly your mind.

“I’m here, sir.” You sigh. “Just something that happened that caught my attention. Cat nearly knocked down something made of glass.”

(You don’t have a cat, why was that the first excuse you could come up with? Your boss doesn’t know that, though, so it’s safe.)

“Didn’t know you had a cat, but that could happen to the best of us.” Your boss clears his throat. “The lead’s pretty good, but can’t say it over the phone so you gotta come in. It’s on the case about the Blue Sweater.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname of the case. One of the major criminals you were trying to take down is often seen wearing blue sweaters, and at a briefing you’d offered it as a code name; who knows who listens in on phone calls―they do seem to have a knack for being one step ahead of you, too.

But you don’t mention that to your boss. “Alright, sir, I’ll be on my way as fast as I can.”

“Make it less than half an hour and we’re good.”

“No problem, sir.”

Your boss is the one to hang up, and as you throw your phone down on the bed, Tom peeks his head up from under the covers. You send him a glare. “You should be happy you didn’t get started whilst I was on the phone.”

Your boyfriend smirks up at you. “Oh, you wouldn’t have liked that?”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t like it.”

Tom shrugs. “You got time, right?” Though before you can answer he slides back under the cover, uses his hands to steady your hips and dips his head low. God, if only you had more time.

The moment the elevator door opens and you step out into the crowded office space of the police station, you hear your name being called. You wish you weren’t the head detective on the, currently, biggest case pertaining to crime bosses. Just once you wish you could come to work and not have at least five people at a time want to ask you a question or pepper you with information you already have.

You kind of wish you weren’t the head detective for another reason, too, but that’s a minor detail. Actually, that might be the reason you need to be the head detective; way easier to steer an investigation when you’re leading it.

Nonetheless, you have no choice in which cases you lead or not. And that’s usually the reason why there’s three people cluttering your desk as you sit down. You’re not entirely sure that’s the reason today.

You plop down in your chair and stare up at the talking men in front of you. The three of them notice you quickly (after all, it was them that yelled your name) and the chatter dies out.

“I’m here half an hour early and I would love to know what made me skip my morning shower.” (It would have been morning shower sex, and you are a little very annoyed that you had to skip it.)

Your boss coughs, gaining your attention. “Briefing room. Five minutes.” The man looks slightly uncomfortable, but that’s not a big surprise. You’ve been told many times that you have that kind of face that makes people squirm; just something about you is, apparently, intimidating.

“Okay.”

And he walks away.

“You two doing at my desk then?” you ask your coworkers. The two men are your right and left hand in most cases, but this one especially. You wouldn’t even be half the way you are now if you didn’t have them. (Though how much that says, you’re not sure, because you really have nothing.)

“Well…,” starts Mackie. His hand goes up to scratch his neck. “...really we just naturally gravitate here.”

You squint at him, and divert your gaze to Evans (who you know is a shitty liar). Even though you’re not opening your mouth to say anything and he isn’t looking at you, you can see the big man trying to make himself smaller.

“We were gonna try and see if you’d left a hint to who you’re sleeping with,” he says, and despite the way he doesn’t meet your gaze, he says it so casually you’re actually taken aback.

“Excuse me?” You let out a huff, and shake your head. “My sex life is my sex life. You two” ―you point at both of them― “have no business with it.” You stand up from your chair and shake your head yet again. “And if you really think I’d leave evidence lying around, I gotta figure out how to let you know that’s not something I’d do.”

(And if you had, well, your career would for sure be over. If not worse.)

But with that out of the way, you make your way to the briefing room. Captain Cheadle, your boss, stands at the head of the table. In his hand, he holds a wireless presenter, and a few papers are scattered on the table in front of him. You take your place at the table, and as you do, your phone buzzes to signal a new message.

The captain gives you a shrug and that’s all the permission you need to fish your phone from your pocket and check the text.

[08.38] twh darling, you left something at your flat

[08.38] you you talking about yourself? that doesnt count

[08.39] twh that too but no, you left your keys

[08.39] you you doing anything today??

[08.39] twh you know i am, but i can get them to you

[08.40] you gtg but yes please or there are other solutions…

You let out a slight groan knowing you’ll have to figure out how to get your keys without actually meeting Tom. You can’t meet in public, and there are few places where you can meet without being discovered; there’s a reason you’re always at your apartment and never at his house. (well, you’ve been there once, but that was with work and it doesn’t count.)

Whatever his reply is to the latest text you sent, you don’t get to read (though you do feel the vibration on your thigh). Captain Cheadle has called for your attention, Mackie and Evans having seated themselves in the room as well, and you can’t do anything but pay attention to your boss.

“The tip we got is an inside tip.” The captain steps aside to let the projector show a photo of the biggest crime boss currently in New York City, Tom Hiddleston. As with every other photo he’s in, he’s wearing a fucking blue sweater. “The source is reliable, as we know of their work with Hiddleston, but we’re not sure if the tip is.”

He clicks to another photo, which is of the same man getting into a car. Only, he’s getting into the driver’s seat, something that is unusual for someone that has his own driver. “We can’t know if the tip is true or not, but we’re guessing there’s some truth to it.”

You roll your eyes slightly (not enough for the captain to notice). “Can you tell us what it is yet?”

Captain Cheadle nods. “There’s been a mystery woman in his life. None of his men know, but based on a lift in spirits and an increase in nights gone from his own house, they believe he has to be seeing someone. Rumor amidst his men, according to our tip, is that it's been going on for a few months.”

A knot tightens in your gut. A few months is a little less than correct, but yeah… It’s been six months since you started dating Tom Hiddleston. Off work, on a weekend, you met him in a bar, you got drunk and your mind didn’t work in any other way than tell you how hot he was and how good he made you feel. There was little persuasion needed for Tom to get you in a bed, naked, and screaming out his name. And so far, he’s managed to do it most nights since.

(The case had been assigned to you a month after your first encounter. You’d known his name well before you met him, but that hadn’t stopped you. And, even as his girlfriend, you had no evidence on him whatsoever.)

Yet, after six months of no one knowing anything, you’d been fairly certain you’d get away with it. At least until either one of you got enough of pretending. Tom has enough money for you to quit your job should it come to it, the only problem being that you don’t want to because you love your job.

“Did your source say anything about who the woman could be? Where to find her?” asks Evans.

You wait patiently for the reply. Your gut stirs with the thought that they’d know, that just your face (usually a poker-face no one could read no matter how much you panicked on the inside) would reveal you. But you aren’t revealing anything but being deep in thought, as you can feel Mackie’s eyes on you as your own flicker across the room and a frown has pronounced itself on your face.

“The tip was slight, but the source believes that there might be something to check at a bar. It’s one Hiddleston frequents, High Rise.”

Oh, if only the name didn’t chime with recognition at the back of your mind. There isn’t much to do but accept your fate and follow up on the lead, only try your best to avoid being recognized as the girl who left with Tom Hiddleston half a year ago. That could be rather easy, seeing as the bar was dark and you’d been wearing more make-up than usual and the dress you wore hadn’t stood out in any way, and it being six months ago.

You nod at captain Cheadle. “Anything else we should know?”

He nods slightly. “There came one more thing with the tip, but this wasn’t a written message.” He roams around his papers for something and eventually fishes out an evidence bag. Inside is an envelope and something small you can’t see from far away. He slides it across the table to you.

Your heart skips a beat at the sight of what lies in the bag. The envelope easily recognizable as one you’d written yourself (though you’d used a typewriter―fancy―so there isn’t any handwriting to check), and the content a barely visible silver and gold wristband inscribed with a phrase Tom has whispered time and time again in your ear (the most intimate you’ve been outside of sex); my safe spot is with you in my arms.

Your fingers graze over it as you look at the inscription. “That’s pretty intimate,” you say, and an agreed murmur comes from your captain.

“You traced it?” asks Mackie.

“Untraceable. Paid in cash, no receipt, and might even have been done illegally.”

At least you know that that’s not true, and if they’d tried just a little bit harder, it wouldn’t be that hard.

“Fingerprints?” you ask, though not sure exactly where it comes from. (Or, well, it comes from the fact that you’ve touched the wristband on several occasions and that, unless wiped, there should be fingerprints all over it.)

You look up from the evidence bag to see captain Cheadle shake his head. “A few around the clasp, but none enough to make a full print, and any other we could find are only Hiddleston’s. The envelope’s the same”

“The question is whether Hiddleston sent it to someone or if someone sent it to him.” Evans motions for you to slide the evidence over to him, and you do.

“He’s the biggest crime lord in New York, he’s gotta be real smitten if he’d make that to send to someone.” Mackie shrugs, not sold on the idea that Tom Hiddleston, crime boss extreme, could be sappy enough to send it apparently.

Well, if only you knew what Tom would do for the one he loves, if only you knew.

“Well,” you say and clap your hands together, “seems we have more to do today than reports.”

A slight chuckle comes from the three men in the room with you.

“I want you, Mackie, with me on a trip down to High Rise. Captain, is it possible to talk to our source other than written communication?”

A nod.

“Then I want you, Evans, to have a little chat with Hiddleston’s ex-buddy. Let’s see if he doesn’t have more information, and if you can’t get much, try a little harder on the wristband. There’s gotta be something to look for there, maybe mention it to our source?”

“On it.” Evans gives you a thumbs up, grabs the evidence and walks out the door. You and Mackie move to do the same, and on your way there, you fish your phone out from your pocket.

[08.41] twh i’ll have to get back to you on that, but you can probably count me in have a good day, darling

[09.27] you sounds great but, on some not so good news, you got a snitch amidst you and i have smth that belongs to you in evidence

You don’t wait for a reply, certain he’s busy and also because Mackie is a nosy asshole and you’re not gonna get caught on a text message.

“You know where High Rise is?” asks Mackie as you make your way to your desk.

“GPS exists, but I have a hunch,” you say as you grab your jacket. Unfortunately, that hunch is more a hunch that your relationship is getting threatened by your work.

(“A hunch. Yeah, right, you’ve probably been there.”

“Careful what you say there, kiddo.”

“I’m older than you!”

“And yet, I’m driving.”)

[09.53] twh name? and what might that be?

[11.16] you i didnt get one but one of my guys is questioning him smth i bought you

[11.17] twh ill figure it out, and that has to be my wristband. how?

[11.17] you you tell me

Mackie nudges your arm with his elbow as you make it inside the bar. It’s mostly deserted, highly unlike the life that was there the last time you set foot in the place. A man sits in the booth in the back sipping what looks like whiskey based on the glass and the brown liquid inside. By the entrance, a woman and a man sit across each other at a table. Each of them have a beer, though only the man looks to have touched his, and the woman doesn’t look too happy with him.

However, you turn your attention to the bar, and the bartender behind the counter. Fortunately, he’s not the same one that was here when you were. Making your way over, you note the exits (the one you came in through, a backdoor in the kitchen, and―one you noted the first time you were there―the window in the ladies’ room). You also note the man sitting at the edge of the bar counter, back hunched over and an old fashioned placed in front of him. Untouched.

“How can I help you?” asks the man behind the counter. A bushy beard covers his chin, ruffled brown hair the top of his head, and tattoos cover his upper arm, visible where his t-shirt sleeve ends. In his hands he holds a cleaning towel and a glass, but as you sit down, he slings the towel over his shoulder and puts the glass down. “Guessing beer for you, sir, and maybe a scotch on the rocks for the lady?”

You shake your head, and roll your eyes at Mackie’s almost nod. You’re at work, you’re not gonna drink. “Sorry, mister, but we’re here on other business.” You pull out your badge and give him a peek.

The bartender’s eyes go wide. “Sorry, ma’am, didn’t know. You could've fooled me.” He holds out a hand. “I’m Tom Hardy, co-owner of this shithole.”

“Shithole?” Mackie eyes the man.

“Can’t say there’s a lot of good going on in here, really. Nothin’ illegal, though.” Hardy winks at Mackie and you roll your eyes. The last thing you care about is the tiny illegal things going on at the bar. “What can I help you with? There’s not been any complaints, right?”

Mackie shakes his head. “Relax, man, it’s got nothing to do with you. We’re looking for information on a man, also named Tom, but with a different last name. Hiddleston, heard of him?”

The scoff Tom Hardy comes with is barely audible, but you catch it and cock your head to the side.

“Who hasn’t heard of Tom Hiddleston? Supposedly a big mafia boss, but the police has got nothing on him.”

“We got word he frequents this bar. That true?”

Hardy nods. “He’s by at least once a week, sometimes more.”

You try to drown the ache that falls over your heart knowing he still comes by. “You know what he’s here for?”

The bartender shrugs. “Don’t get into that shit, but I know he has a deal with my co-owner, Luke Evans.”

Mackie pulls out a pad and a pen and writes down the name. “Hiddleston ever leave here with a girl in the last few months?”

Hardy shakes his head. “Nah, leaves with the same men, though he has gotten different. Before he used to indulge a little more with the women, but now he seems to not want to. They want him, though.”

The ache fades a little at that. He’s loyal, he’s trustworthy, he’s yours. “Did he use to leave with girls before?” you ask.

“Dunno. He’s usually here when Luke works, only some shifts we got together.” Hardy shrugs. “Though the times I have been here, he’s never left with a girl. He’s followed some into the bathroom, but never left with one. Gotta be some special girl for him to leave with her.”

You suppress the smile that tugs at your lips. “Thank you, mister Hardy. Could you get us in touch with your co-owner? We wanna have a little chat with him, too.”

“He works tonight. Sorry, can’t give you anymore.” The man picks up a glass again. “But if we’re done here, you’re gonna have me excused. I have a job to do.”

“Thanks for the cooperation,” says Mackie and pushes away from the counter. “We might come back for more.”

You say a small goodbye as you follow after your coworker. On the way to the door, your eyes stray to the man in the back of the bar. Something about him seems off, and even more so when he holds up his glass and tips it your way with a slight hint of a ‘cheers’. The creepy smirk that places itself on his face sparks no comfort, and you let out a sigh as you walk through the door Mackie holds open for you.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

“Got a weird feeling from one of the dudes in the bar. Might be nothing, might be something.” You shake your head, slowly, as your thoughts whirr around in your head. “Doesn’t matter. If he’s here tonight, I might check into it, but it’s probably nothing.”

Mackie shrugs. “We didn’t really get that much here either, though. Hope Evans got better luck.”

“Yeah, gotta hope. But I have a feeling our source might’ve changed his mind on talking.” You open the car door and get in, Mackie following your lead. “I have a feeling Evans might not have been very lucky.”

“You thinkin’ we might end up with… homicide?”

You shrug. “Can’t be sure, but wouldn’t be surprising. Don’t believe we’re gonna be able to connect it to Hiddelston, though.” You start the engine and pull out on the road. “Don’t believe we’re gonna have any connection other than the guy’s snitching.”

“Good enough to talk to him.”

“Good enough to blow what we have if we do.”

The police station became a place of chaos in a matter of seconds. One moment, you’re talking to Evans on what he could find (the source had disappeared without a trace), and the next, it’s like the station is on fire.

Evans, Mackie and yourself are out of the loop. You lean against your desk, your coworkers leaning against the neighboring ones, and look at the chaos erupted around you. People run from one place to another, screaming for help or otherwise.

Then silence consumes the crowd as someone turns up the sound of the TV in the background. You turn to see the screen. On it, there’s a picture of a fire and countless dead bodies, burnt crisps until there is nothing recognizable left to see.

“In just a few minutes the house, that belongs to the infamous crime boss Tom Hiddleston, went up in flames. Whether the man himself was in the house or not, we do not know. Police have yet to arrive at the scene, and the firemen are doing their best to put out the blazing fire. So far, we have no witnesses and no way of knowing what caused it. We’ll be back soon with more updates.”

You lock eyes with Evans and Mackie.

“Our source was in that fire, wasn’t he?” Mackie makes a grimace, and then shakes his head and throws his hands up in the air. “You called it. You fucking called it.”

“I didn’t want to call it.” You shake your head. “And we’re not the force to go out there either, so we’re gonna need someone to talk to Hiddleston about this, about his source, without it being suspicious.”

Evans gets up from his place. “I’ll ask Sebastian.”

“That buddy of yours?” you ask.

“This is the kind of case he gets called out on.”

“Go ahe―”

“Y/L/N!” You’re cut off by the sound of your captain yelling your name. “You’re going out with the team. Take one of the boys. Don’t alert Hiddleston, but he’ll know why you’re there.”

“You got it, sir.” You turn to Mackie and Evans. “Looks like we got some luck after all. Which one of you wanna join me?”

When you pull up to the scene, the fire has been put out. But the fire that is the press and the countless people that’ve decided this is something they need to see live, that has yet to be handled.

You and Evans walk up to the police barricade tape and shove it aside. An office tries to stop you, but you easily walk past after a flash of your badge. The head officer on the case is easily recognizable where he commands what looks like some junior officers.

“What’s the deal?” you ask.

He turns to you, and there you find Evans’s and Mackie’s friend, Sebastian Stan. He smiles at the two of you. “Got five casualties, one critically hurt on his way to the hospital. Medics think his fate’s been sealed. Other than that the fire’s been put out, and the owner of the house arrived about five minutes ago.” Sebastian points to a male figure pacing up and down the sidewalk. “Don’t know if I’d wanna talk to him though.”

You swallow a lump in your throat. “We haven’t got much choice.” You’re about to walk from the officer, but you have one last question. “You got any identities on who died?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing, and so far it seems the fire was an accident. No fuel used of any kind, nothing weird about the source, and the six that were in the house weren’t close to it. Three of them were asleep.”

“Didn’t the house have a smoke alarm?” asks Evans.

Sebastian shakes his head. “Nope. And you’re not gonna believe what they, as of now, believe to be the source.”

“What?”

“A hair dryer. Wasn’t turned off.”

You frown. “A hair dryer? Nothing else? It’s a pretty big house. Seems like a long shot.”

Sebastian shrugs. “So far we’ve ruled out arson, and seeing how annoyed the owner is over there, safe to say he wasn’t planning on burning his house down.”

Don’t say that. He wouldn’t care, seeing as that isn’t the house he uses mostly―that’s just the public one.

Even Evans knows that, and you give him a look as you move away from Sebastian and towards said owner of the house.

“Hiddleston,” you say as you near him.

The man turns around. His expression is curious rather than angry, but something tugs at his lips as his gaze flickers over to Evans. “Miss Y/L/N, what do I owe the lovely pleasure?”

“Your house burned down. Five of your men dead, and a sixth one just holding on. We’re thinking he’ll die, too, medics said it was critical.” You shrug. “But you already knew that, right?”

Tom smiles, and takes a step closer to you. You have to hold out a hand to stop Evans from coming in between, knowing you have somewhat of a bodyguard in the man. “Darling.” Tom’s hand comes up to cup your cheek and you have to fight the urge to lean into his touch. “How could I know that? No one wants to tell me a bloody thing.” His voice changes fast at the last sentence, the annoyance creeping in.

“Did you set the fire?” asks Evans.

You roll your eyes. “He doesn’t mean to ask that. But we would like to know if there are any of your acquaintances missing?”

Tom nods. “There’s one I wanted to talk to. Name’s Aaron Taylor-Johnson. Haven’t been able to contact him since last night, and that’s unusual.”

“You think he was in the fire?”

The male shakes his head. “I don’t believe he was there at all, but I do believe he would do this. I got the impression he isn’t quite happy with me, or my decisions lately.”

He’s the snitch.

“We’ll let you know if he was in the fire.” You use your hand to push Tom’s hand away from your face, his touch lingering a little too long to be a play (but you weren’t going to complain.) “I have one other inquiry.”

“Go on.”

You take a deep breath before the words leave your mouth. He should be prepared, considering you told him what was in the evidence bag, but you can’t be sure. “Any girlfriends or women in your life we should know about?”

He smiles (god, that smile). “Other than you, love?”

Smooth. You can practically hear Evans roll his eyes behind you.

“Yes, other than me.”

“Then no. I have a far too busy life to deal with girlfriends,” he says, and winks, “though you shouldn’t hesitate to contact me.” Tom leans in close, his lips grazing your ear and his hand taking yours―something cold grazes your fingers. “I can give you a night you won’t forget.”

You don’t let the hitch in your breath show, and when he places a kiss to your cheek, you only stare at him as he pulls away (and let your hand find comfort in your jacket pocket where you let go of your keys).. “Don’t leave town, Mister Hiddleston.”

“I won’t, darling.”

And then you walk away together with Evans. He keeps glancing behind him, and the confusion is written on his face.

“Just ask,” you say as you reach the car.

Evans opens the door. “How are you not fazed by that?” he asks.

You get into the car and shrug. “Because I don’t let it. He thinks it’s fun to play with me because I don’t have a reaction―” (ehehe, yeah right) “―I think it’s fun to let him. Eventually, something has to slip and we’ll be able to catch him on the spot.”

“But you gotta allow yourself to be harassed to do so?”

You chuckle. “I wouldn’t call it harassment, hon. I call it work.”

Evans frowns as you start the engine and pull out of the parking spot. “What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you noticed? When it comes to sexual harassment, Tom Hiddleston is the least of my worries.”

It’s supposed to be a brief stop; get into your apartment, change into something that doesn’t drag attention at a bar on a Thursday night (probably not going to be too crowded anyways), and get out.

But when you walk in through the door, you see a pair of shoes kicked off in the entrance hall. A coat lies draped over your living-room armchair―a coat easily recognizable.

You hurry to close the door, and kick off your own shoes. The trail of clothes leads you further into the apartment. A dress shirt folded together and placed on the cupboard in your living room. Pants lie discarded on the floor in the doorway to your bedroom. And the man who it belongs to, you find tangled in your sheets, buck naked with the exception of the tie around his neck.

“What do you want?” you ask him, an amused smile plastered on your face as you shake your head.

Tom lifts his head a little. A smirk colors his face and he shrugs. “Thought I could surprise you a little, before I have to get going.” He checks the wristwatch on his arm (which you first now noticed he hasn’t taken off either). “But you’ve used quite a lot of time to get here, and now we barely have time for anything.”

You shake your head, smile gone. “Sorry, babe, but I haven’t got the time.”

“What? You have plans for the evening?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but it still slightly hurts seeing as you barely get out of the apartment when you get time off. Really, six months ago was a chance meeting unlike any other.

“I have work.” You move to open your wardrobe. “But if you want, you can help me figure out what to wear.” You turn your head to cast Tom a glance, eyebrow raised.

He turns a little, enough for the sheet that had covered him to fall off and leave him fully exposed. And with just the tie as a piece of clothing, you have to turn back around. God, what that man can do. You grit your teeth as you open the door and file through the few dresses you own, patiently waiting for his response.

“What is it for?” he asks, and his velvet smooth voice does nothing to ease the growing arousal in your gut, not with the image of him and that tie the only thing on your mind.

You swallow before you reply, but you don’t dare turn around. “Gotta talk to the owner of a bar, and don’t wanna drag attention with people there so we agreed to act less like police. Might have to have a drink or two.” You sigh, and close your eyes. “You should have waited with this until then.”

“What?” His voice is in your ear, warm breath fanning your neck. You bite down on your lower lip, hard. “You don’t like it? You’re not enjoying it?” His hands find the hem of your shirt. Fingers graze up along your skin and you find yourself complying when he makes a move to drag it off.

“Tom,” you whisper. You lean into him, into the fingers tracing along your bra and the way his lips ghost over the skin on your shoulder, up your neck. “I don’t―” You shudder as he presses a kiss to your jaw. “Ba― Babe, I don’t have―”

He tips your head back and his lips find yours. Barely touching, you close your eyes, and the image of Tom in bed and you using the tie to drag him to you has you swallow, almost succumbing to the pleasure you know you’ll get. His voice is low when he speaks. “Don’t have what?”

You don’t answer as your hand shoots up to press his head closer to yours, to push your lips together. Everything you can think about is him, your boyfriend, and in a matter of seconds your clothes are off as well, and you sink into the mattress as Tom throws you down on your bed. Your eyes open briefly, to see him study the contours of your body and, even as you do give into Tom and your desire, the haste is still on your mind.

With determination etched into you, you drag him to you with the tie and capture his lips in yours. There is no limit to what this man does to you, and there is no limit to what you let him.

With the already extra time you used with Tom, you didn’t have the time to shower. You’d tried your best to fix your hair and do something extra with your make-up, but Tom didn’t have it in him to let you dress and time was wasted.

Evans and Mackie pick you up outside your apartment complex in Evans’s car. As you approach, the two of them lean against it, deep in conversation. They barely notice you coming, but when they do, both give appreciative looks.

“Looking good,” says Mackie, eyes travelling up and down your body. Evans remains quiet, the way his eyes dance over you the only comment you get (and you have to admit, you’re not really complaining.)

You’d opted for something nice, but nothing too much. A skirt that stops mid-thigh, knee high boots with a thick heel, and a slightly revealing shirt. (You’d also opted for a thigh holster so that you could still bring your gun.

“You’re wearing that.” It’s more a statement than a question from the naked man resting on your bed.

You nod, and glance his way. “Problem?”

Tom’s eyes graze over you, hunger evident in them. “I would certainly like to take it off.”

You lift the hem of your skirt, revealing the thigh holster with your gun. “This too?”

“Yes, and right now.”)

In your hand, you have a clutch and you’re also wearing a coat to keep some warmth in the cool evening air. “Shall we go?” you ask.

And the two men both get off from where they’re leaning against the car. Mackie easily offers up the passenger’s seat to you, even though whenever it's him and Evans fighting over it, it’s first come first serve. You smile a thanks and then you’re on your way.

Evans parks a few blocks away from the bar (his expensive Audi with tinted windows certainly drags some attention), and you use the walk there to go through the course of action.

“Mackie’s the cop-cop. He’ll talk to Luke Evans, try something else. We try to talk to some of the people there. Whether that’s as a cop or not, I don’t really care. All we really need is a lead. If anyone sees any of Hiddleston’s associates, please alert the others.”

The two nod. “Sure, but before we go in there, you have to fix your hair.”

You raise your brow at Mackie. “Excuse me?”

“You got sex hair.” He gives you a ‘sorry’ smile and a shrug. “Like, we’re not judging you for having it, but if you’d told us you had a visitor we would’ve waited to come to give you more time.”

“Fuck.” You shake your head and stop. “One, help me fix my hair. Two, I wasn’t planning on it. I was ambushed.” Something that isn’t really that far fetched, it’s not like you knew Tom would be there when you came home.

Evans stops in front of you and asks with his face if he can help, and you nod. His hands move to brush a little through your hair, and fix a little on what probably stands out.

“How could you get ambushed?” asks Mackie.

You roll your eyes. “I got home, there were some clothes lying around, I followed the trail to a naked man in my bed and seeing as it’s the guy I’m currently seeing it wasn’t a bad sight. I tried to tell him I didn’t have the time, but he can be quite persuasive.”

As you talk, Evans tugs a little harshly on your hair and you let out a pained sound. He apologizes, but continues to try and fix your hair.

Mackie shrugs. “How long have you been seeing him?”

You shrug. “Few months.”

“How many months are a few?” asks Evans, his hands letting go of your hair and an approving smile on his face. He steps away to get Mackie’s blessing and the man nods affirmative.

“Uhh, six.”

Both Mackie and Evans stare wide-eyed at you.

“You’ve been dating a dude for six months and not told anyone?!” If you didn’t know better (and you’re not always sure you do), you’d think there was a layer of accusation in Mackie’s voice, but you don’t believe there is.

You shrug and begin to walk again. “What does it matter? It’s not like there’s a need to know about those things.”

“I thought we were friends.” Mackie shakes his head, a small friendly glare sent your way.

“What made you think that?” you ask, but the same friendly feel to your words as there was to his glare. “But can we let it go? I don’t want to talk about my private life.”

Evans nods. “We’re here anyways.”

And you sure are. You look up to see the blinking neon sign of the bar. The bass from the music drifts to where you stand by the door, and with a quick glance inside, you can see it’s fuller than you expected for there to be another work day of the week left. Though you do notice the age of the people; it's possible the college kids don't have class tomorrow, or don’t care.

The three of you make your way inside, gaining a few glances as you step in, but everyone quickly turns back to their own lives. You give a small sign to the two men you came with and move away from them.

It’s easy to step up to the bar, and you easily recognize the bartender as the one who was there when you met Tom. You’re guessing he’s Luke Evans, and you take a breath before you signal him for a drink. Hopefully, you won’t be recognized.

“What can I get you?” he asks.

“A whiskey, thanks.”

He pushes away from the counter, and easily grabs a glass and a bottle and pours. When he puts it down in front of you, his gaze lingers. “Have I seen you before?”

You shake your head. “Has to be somewhere else than here in that case.”

“First time?”

You nod.

“Recommend not drinking a lot. We get some sleazy people in here.”

“I hear you also get crime bosses. This the place to meet the Tom Hiddleston?”

Luke chuckles. “Hon, if you want to meet Tom Hiddleston, I suggest you start being careful what you wish.” He nods to the back of the bar. “Best luck is sitting down in that reserved booth. It’s his usual.”

You cock your head. “He’s coming here today?”

The bartender nods.

“Ain’t I lucky,” you whisper and smile at him. You easily get away from the counter and make your way to the empty booth in the back.

Sure enough, a sign reading reserved is placed on the table. Who it’s reserved for doesn’t say, nor is there a time stamp. You make for sliding into it, but a hand grasps your wrist and pulls you away.

As you fall into the chest of the stranger, you turn your head. The man who you’d seen earlier today is the one holding you back. Up close, you notice bags under his eyes and he reeks of alcohol. You pull away from his grip and raise a brow his way.

“I wouldn’t sit down there if I were you,” he says, and slides into the same booth he had earlier.

“Why?”

He shakes his head. “Tom Hiddleston isn’t a man to mess with.”

“And how do you know so much about Tom Hiddleston?”

The man pats the seat next to him. “Sit and I’ll tell you.”

You hesitate, but eventually slide in. You leave room between yourself and the stranger. If anything were to happen, you do have a gun.

“You got any relation to Hiddleston?” you ask (you have to admit, no matter how much you want your boyfriend not to be caught, you wish you knew more about what he did do).

“Name’s Aaron.” The snitch.

You motion for him to go on.

“I was hired by him three months ago. He felt the cops were gaining and wanted something, or someone to try and put a stopper to it.”

“So, Tom Hiddleston hired you to snitch on the cops?” You want to laugh, seeing as you snitch enough for Tom to never know exactly what you know, but enough to cover his tracks.

Aaron shakes his head. “He hired me to snitch on a cop. A specific one.”

You frown, sure if he was hired to snitch on you you’d know and he would have recognized you. Perhaps he had.

“The cop’s here today.” Aaron’s gaze travels into the crowd of people in the bar. You see where he looks. Evans. “His name is Chris Evans.”

“Why did he want you to spy on him?”

Aaron shrugs. “He never said. And eventually, I got sick of it. The guy’s obviously not a threat to Hiddleston and his business. Y/N Y/L/N is, but it’s impossible to find out anything about her. Don’t even know what she looks like.”

You try not to let it show that you flinched at the mention of your own name. And you find it weird that he can’t find anything on you. Tom did so, easily. But there’s no need to dwell on that. You glance at Aaron again, unsure how to ask.

“You say you got sick of it. What did you do? Just stop doing his bidding, or something else?”

A smile colors Aaron’s face. “Snitched to the cops. Left a message. Anonymous, but I gave them a way to contact me for more information.” He shakes his head. “Got contacted today, but never replied. But I saw you here this morning, talking to the bartender.”

You cock your head. That could be an easy way to draw the connection to you as a cop, not necessarily as Y/N Y/L/N, but you had been seen with Mackie, and usually Mackie and Evans were seen with each other.

“I have a proposition for you,” he says. “One that means getting close to Hiddleston, and that includes spying on him. Mics, cameras, whatever. I need him in jail.”

“I’m gonna have to say no. I was just hoping for a night, a friend of mine told me he was real good in bed.” You shrug. “But if you have angered him, I got told by the bartender that Hiddleston comes in today.”

Aaron smiles. “You’ll have to excuse me, then. I hope you don’t anger him with only the intention of a one night stand. Based on how you look, I’m pretty sure you’re his type.” The male slides out of the booth, downs his drink in one go, and waves goodbye. You watch as he moves to the restrooms, and you roll your eyes when he winks.

[10.47] you snitch is alive, in the restrooms hiddlestons supposed to come in today

[10.48] evans no snitch in the restrooms, window’s open tho guessing it was the guy that slipped past me just now

[10.48] you guess so mackie u got anything from the bartender

[10.50] mackie that hiddlestons coming in that their deal is just renting of the venue from time to time

[10.50] you well just have to do the best of it then im sitting in his booth so if he comes hell notice

[10.51] evans sure thats a good idea??

[10.51] you would very much like to know why he put someone to spy on you evans snitch was hired to keep tabs, got annoyed he wasnt keeping tabs on me

[10.51] mackie dam i wanna know that too be careful

You look up and meet the gazes of your coworkers. Evans looks uncomfortable, worried almost, judging by the crease between his brows. Mackie gives you a look of understanding and a pair of thumbs up.

You down your drink, try to cover the hiss as pain sears down your throat, and make to sit down in Tom’s booth. On the way in, you knock over the reserved sign, making it fall to the floor. Now, it’ll look like you didn’t know.

[10.57] mackie Incoming

The front door opens slowly. Heads turn to look who comes through, and unlike when you arrived with Mackie and Evans, everyone’s eyes stay on the man who weaves his way through the crowd.

Tom stops by the bar, has a small chat with the bartender and turns his head to look your way. A smirk grazes his lips as your eyes lock, but he quickly turns back to the man he was talking to.

You swallow. You have to steady your beating heart, have to shove the thought of the night’s previous events to the back of your mind, and kill the deep swirling feeling in your gut at the sight of Tom in that blue fucking suit. God, if there was something Tom Hiddleston was made to do it’s wearing suits.

The blue color suits his very being. It’s tailored to fit him perfectly; long legs encased in blue fabric that shows off his bum, suit jacket that fits his shoulders and back in a way that has you swallow. You can see his broad shoulders and some of the tightness that drags at his muscled arms. What you can’t wait to see, is how well the shirt underneath fits him. You simply can’t wait for him to pull off the jacket.

Thankfully, you don’t have to wait very long. With two drinks in hand he makes his way up to where you sit. He doesn’t say anything as he places them on the table, nor does he say anything when he pulls up the reserved sign from where it lies on the floor. He places it back on the table, eyes you warily, and sides into the booth.

Long arms grasp for the drinks. He pulls them in and pushes one to you. “Can you drink, darling? You’re working, right?”

You take the glass and swirl the liquid around inside it. “I can, actually.” And you take a sip. “But I won’t drink a lot.”

Tom moves closer to you, knocking his thigh against yours. You take a deep breath at the touch, the only one you can return―Tom flirting with you whilst you work is no news, but it would be quite different if you did the same. “Have you been waiting long, darling?”

“No, I haven’t. I managed to preoccupy myself.”

“Oh, can I hear?”

You shake your head. “What good would you have of that?” you ask. When you get a shrug in return, you roll your eyes and take another sip of the whiskey. “I have a question for you, though.”

Tom cocks a brow.

“Why did you need someone to spy on Evans?”

Your heart beats fast as Tom moves even closer, lips coming up to ghost across your cheek. You can see that the two in the crowd of people keeping a close eye on you flinch, but you don’t make a gesture to show any discomfort. “Have you not noticed, love?”

You push him away by placing a hand on his chest. “Noticed what?” You try to pull your hand back but Tom places his over yours and keeps your touch on him. A small hint of the love he usually offers you shows through the blue of his eyes.

“The man likes you, darling. A little too much. Can’t have another man try anything with my woman.” Tom’s gaze flickers out to the crowd, and as you follow it, you see how it lands on Evans and how your coworker squirms. “Now, if only I could show him.”

“Tom,” you say, voice bordering on affectionate. His eyes flicker to you in surprise; he’s only ever been Hiddleston in public. “There’s nothing to worry about, and if you try anything, anything at all, you will have a gun to your head.”

Tom chuckles. “Are you threatening me?”

“You know where the gun is.” And the hand that travels up and under your skirt, grazing by the thigh holster, has you swallow. You take a deep breath as his hand travels a little further, and the only way to stop him is to grab his hand. “I didn’t say you could check.” You push at him a little, creating more distance between you two (even though you would like to sit close to him).

“I didn’t think I needed permission, love.” He smirks and you shake your head.

You smile innocently at him. “Usually you don’t.” You go to slide out of the booth. “Bye, Hiddleston.”

Tom grabs your arm and pulls you back to his chest. “Have you really made that big a dent in the case of the Blue Sweater?” he whispers in your ear. You writhe in his grasp, but a firm hand turns your head to him and his face draws closer to yours. “Tell me what I need to do to have the lead again, darling. I’ll do anything.”

And you can’t stop the sound of surprise that escapes you when Tom presses a chaste kiss to your lips. The surprise is so big you only stare wide-eyed at him, not able to kiss him back (and good is that seeing as you’re in public), and when he pulls back, you push away from him and shake your head.

“You’re an idiot,” you say (no teasing or play in your voice), and then you walk away. You rush out of the bar, feel Evans’s and Mackie’s eyes on you, and when you get out of the front door you lean against the wall. Your heart hammers in your chest. You’re panting, and you can feel the rush of adrenaline making its way through your body.

You may like to play with fire, letting him flirt and show affection in public, but you wouldn’t ever go this far. You wouldn’t ever think he’d even risk it.

“Are you okay?” comes a voice from next to you. Evans and Mackie have made it outside, and you push off the wall to start walking to the car.

“We’re not talking about it,” you say.

Neither of them make a move to say more, and you can hear them follow after you. Tom might be the worst person in history to be in a secret relationship with. Or maybe the best. You haven’t decided yet.

It’s no surprise to see the people surrounding your desk when you get to work. Your two usual pests sit at their own, and though not a part of the group waiting for you, they shoot you glances as you sit down.

You try not to glare at the group, but when they all just quietly stare at you, the anger bubbles. “What?” you ask.

A small murmur goes through them, until your impatient glare becomes too much and one voice squeaks out, “did Tom Hiddleston kiss you?”

He has more than once, you think.

You don’t reply, only giving them an unamused look in return. They quickly scatter, and you can hear the chatter that bubbles up amongst them.

Not only do you not have the patience for stupid pestering (and annoyance at Evans and Mackie for spreading the word), but your morning was the worst in a while. It’s almost become a usual for Tom to sleep over, whether because he falls asleep after sex or if he just wants to cuddle, but when you came home yesterday, there was no Tom.

And no Tom means no morning cuddles, or a goodbye kiss as you leave out the door. On top of that, he hasn’t texted either. No saying why he didn’t show. No explaining why he risked a kiss in public.

A text you did get in the morning, was a journalist asking for an interview. Especially interesting was the lack of respect for an ongoing investigation, and the bold way to ask whether or not you were secretly helping Tom not get caught (you want to know how they would even guess it. That’s a pretty bold assumption to make about the lead detective on a case).

Tired, you rest your elbow on the desk and lay your head in your hand. You massage your forehead slightly, and there’s no mistaking the groan that leaves your lips as your thoughts swirl.

A knock on your desk pulls you out of it. You look up to see Mackie leaning against it. “You okay?” he asks.

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter. We gotta talk about what information we got, though. But I don’t trust… I don’t want to talk out here, so, briefing room in five minutes. I don’t know if Evans heard, but make sure he did.”

Mackie scrunches his nose slightly and presses his lips together.

“What’s wrong?”

“Briefing room’s occupied.”

You curse under your breath and shake your head. “We got a meeting room, that occupied?”

Mackie shakes his head. “Not that I know.”

“We’ll meet there.” And as he gives you a thumbs up, you get up from your desk and move to the captain’s office. With a knock and a mumbled ‘come in’ you walk into the room and close the door behind you.

Cheadle looks up at you. “I heard what happened.”

You nod. “Yeah, but there’s something else I’m here about.”

He quirks a brow. “Oh? Important?”

You pull out your phone, ignore the new message you’ve gotten and find the text from the journalist. You hand the captain your phone. “Got this this morning. I want to know how they got my number, what made them think I’m colluding with the guy I’m trying to catch, and what the hell made them believe I’d ever talk to a news source about an open investigation.”

“That is weird.” Captain Cheadle hands you back your phone (just in time, too, because a message chimes in from twh). “When you have time, come back in here. I know you’re gonna talk to the guys now, but I’d like for it to be soon. And check if they haven’t gotten the same one.”

“Yes, sir.” You sigh and walk out again. You head for the meeting room and on your way you pull open your text thread with Tom.

[08.18] twh darling we need to talk i think i have some information you’d like to have

[08.23] you gonna talk about smth else too or just your problem??

[08.23] twh im sorry, darling, i got caught up in work we can talk about both tell me when you have time and ill show up at your flat

[08.23] you tonight, 8

The reply goes by you as you open the door to the meeting room. Evans and Mackie already sit down, Evans with papers in front of him and Mackie with his phone out on the table. You frown, but sit down across from them.

“I don’t know who wants to start.” You look between the two men, and when neither say anything, you shrug. “Guess I’ll go then.” You take a deep breath. “Our snitch’s name is Aaron Taylor-Johnson, the man Hiddleston mentioned yesterday when we questioned him about the fire. He isn’t dead because he was in the bar. He says he was hired a few months ago to keep tabs on Evans, but he got sick of it because, according to him, you’re not the threat. On the other hand, I am, but he didn’t know he was talking to me.”

“Did you find out why Hiddleston got him to spy on Evans?” asks Mackie.

You shake your head. “Hiddleston didn’t answer that. Snitch didn’t know himself, but he said he tried to keep tabs on me, too, only he couldn’t. He didn’t have anything to go on, no information, no way to know what I look like. And I find that interesting. Why would Hiddleston go out of his way to make sure they couldn’t do anything to make me a culprit or anything?”

“Maybe because Hiddleston has the biggest crush on you?” asks Evans, and there’s no mistaking the hint of spite in his voice as he says so. “Or, he finds you that big enough a threat he can’t have his guys going around doing stuff to hinder you because you’re smart enough to be able to connect it to him?”

“I hope the last,” you mumble. “But there was definitely something he wasn’t telling me. He seemed to know more than he let on, but I couldn’t push like I usually do because then he’d know. I want to see if we can contact him again, because he knew we tried yesterday without luck.”

“We’ll try, but I don’t think we’re gonna get much either.” Evans nods, and all three of you let out sighs.

You motion for them to start talking instead. Evans slides you a piece of paper. Not much is on it, but the words are clear. You look up at him.

“There were some regulars there that have witnessed Hiddleston many times. The man I talked to said that.” Evans coughs. “‘He’s always alone, at least when he sits, but he leaves with men. Never has a girl around him unless they come up to him, hasn’t had one in a long time. Only once did he leave with one. She was pretty, looked rather intimidating, actually. Don’t think it lasted.’ The man also went on to ramble about how after that, Hiddleston hasn’t been seen with a girl. Well, before you.”

“So he has left with a girl once.” Mackie confirms. “Luke Evans said the same thing. A pretty little thing that edged in on the man unlike no one he’d seen before, and that surprisingly got to leave with him. He’s never seen the woman again, and he found that odd. He doesn’t believe Hiddleston’s got someone in his life, though.”

You bite your lower lip. “Well, that is something. Any descriptions?”

Both shake their heads.

“There is one thing I noted, though,” says Mackie. “If Hiddleston does have someone he likes, is with, whatever. He so openly flirts with you that that woman has got to be furious, and he probably wouldn’t have kissed you either. I think the wristband was sent to him, not from him.”

You nod. “I believe you’re right there.” You know he’s right, but that’s details you’re not sharing. “But I have something more interesting.” You fish your phone out of your pocket (ignore the new messages from Tom) and open up the one you got this morning.

“What’s going on?” asks Evans as you place your phone in front of them on the table. They read over the text and cast eyes up to you. Something in the look both send, they’ve seen something similar before.

“Got it this morning.” You snatch your phone back, seeing the almost pop-up about a new text and not risking who it’s from. “I need to know who believes I’m colluding with the enemy.”

Mackie nods as he opens up his own phone and slides it across to you. “We got the same text, though slightly altered. They’re asking if we know anything about you colluding with Hiddleston.”

[06.53] unkown Hi, I’m a reporter from New York Times. I was wondering if there would be released more information pertaining to the Hiddleston case, and what you know about Hiddleston and Detective Y/L/N’s relationship to the man. I heard last night that they kissed, and maybe the reason you haven’t caught him yet is something entirely else than him being good at what he does.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter. You slide Mackie’s phone back to him and let out a loud sigh.

Things are not looking very bright.

A/N: thats what i have. if you want to, reblog this with a continuation, but please dont steal any of this and act like it’s your own. i worked a lot on this when i still had motivaton but i wanted to at least share it even if i wont finish it, to which im deeply sorry

would always want to know what you guys think...

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Family isnt all about blood.

She finally was happy and felt safe, she shouldve known you cant stop running from your past and not have it catch up on you, but she doesnt want to lose her brother or her loved even if it meant she suffered.....she really shouldve expected this after all, she was a Taylor and no one walks away from that family.

It didnt really bother her that her brother never settled down with a partner, he had his reasons and trust issues that Ana knew, as long as he was safe, that's all that would matter for now. Granted, she would love for him to find someone but she wasnt going to force that on him either. They were both there for one another and he had accepted Ransom as well. Truthfully, she couldnt be happier and maybe that was the problem. Her happiness had blinded her to what was to come.

"Dads in town" those words made her drop her fork and look wide eyed at her brother but then she picked up her fork "guess he found out about my new job" her tone was flat, their Dad could go to Hell for all she cared right now. He abandoned them so he didnt exist and she wasnt going to let him play the Daddy role just because he found out his so called daughter now had money.

She felt Marty's eyes on her but she carried on with her meal "if he calls you, dont answer" she looked at him "I'm not that stupid" "i wasnt saying you were, I'm just....protective" his words made her smile, she had two protective men in her life, her brother and the love of her life and she loved them both for it "I know" she reached out for his arm "but that man isnt going to walk into our lives again after everything. He had his chances"

No more was said about that man for a couple of days, she got several missed calls from an unknown number and after checking it wasn't anything to do with her work, Ransom or his family, she blocked and ignored any more. She shouldve known ignoring him wouldnt make him go away.

"I'll be over later, just need a shower....an actual shower " she smirked into the phone "give me half an hour and I'll be there. I love you" she hing up the phone to Ransom as she walked into her house. A shower and a change of clothes was a must, she wanted to get rid of work more than anything right now.

Closing the door, she gasped as a hand went across her mouth and dragged her back, her heels falling off her feet as she tried to stay upright. She felt the coldness of the gun resting on her temple, god she wished she hadnt known that feeling and she tried not to panic but then she saw her brother on his knees, all bloodied up from what looked like beatings.

Was this to do with sleeping with the wrong gal? It couldnt of been, Ransom had made sure he knew to only go after single women and Marty wasnt that stupid anymore. She swallowed against the hand as she tried to take in the dark setting, any detail to use against the people not allowed here. Her eyes begging for any sign that he was alright.

"You always were an ignorant brat" that voice made her blood run cold, how did he find her? As if to confirm who he was a tall man now came into view, taking her in and she knew it was the bastard father that abandoned them for money. The hand slid from her mouth and she spat at her father making him slap her hard and grab her throat. She heard Marty try and struggle to help her but then her father laughed "I see you've finally got your mothers fiesty side in you. Shame it didnt help her or you now"

Before she knew it she was tossed onto the floor, her head hitting the corner of the coffee table making her groan out. "Rich little Princess doesnt share with her family" Ana looked up at him "you're not my family, you walked out on us"

Her father grabbed her by the hair, pulling it with no remorse as he made her kneel infront of her brother "no I kicked your good for nothing brother out, you just followed like a weak little puppy" she chewed her inner cheek refusing to whimper at the pain he was causing her by pulling her hair. She looked at her brother, tears stinging her eye with the pain "you're not even half the man Marty is" again that earned her a toss to the ground and a kick to her back.

Biting back the groan, she exhaled harshly as she heard her brother beg for him to stop hurting her and turn back to him "no" she went to push up on her arms only for them to wobble but she didnt care "let him be the monster he always was"

This time when she was dragged by up to her feet she could feel the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, but as she was pinned back to the wall, she felt the suffocating pressure of a hand tightly over her mouth and nose as she grabbed his arm and dug her nails in his arm as he watched her try not to fight for breath.

"Be a good girl and I'll let you breath" there was only one perfect to ever call her that and it certainly wasnt him. It made her feel sick hearing it from those lips. She felt his other hand grip her throat as tears streamed down her cheeks, her lungs begging for breath but she wasnt gling to fight for it either. Half an hour, she just had to last half an hour and then Ransom would call her and wouldnt get any answer and knew something was wrong but then he would walk straight into this and she couldnt bare the thought of him getting hurt. What was she going to do?

Finally he was allowed to breathe as she fell to her knees gasping her breath. Maybe he saw her not struggling as compliance, right now she could care less. Blinking she tried to focus clearly then she heard her brother scream. Looking up she noticed the knife wound "no" "no" she was grabbed again and pinned to someones body as she growled out but she couldnt move.

"I'm going to fucking kill you" her brother growled out and Ana didnt have any complaints there. She hears her cell ring, fuck, it couldnt of been half an hour already. Her father got her phone and showed her the caller ID, Linda was calling her and as her father tossed her phone out into the hallway, she felt a dreaded feeling that having not been able to reach Ana, Linda would phone Ransom. She was in two minds if that was a good idea or not.

"Havent changed at all, still the low life whore than ever, Martin" her father sounded displeased but when was he happy "your sister achieves alot more than you but still needs teaching on how to act properly. What? You both thought I'd let you walk away, embarrass me and I'd never punish you both for it? Thanks to Ana taking on that job and a very helpful assistant I found exactly where you loved"

Her mind whizzed trying to think who wouldve given out her address, she was going to fire that person....if they ever got out "What do you want?" Her words seemed to echo around the room making all eyes appear on her "what inwant is respect and I'm going to get it from you both one way or another. You're both coming back home, whether it's in a body bag or three back of the car is up to you"

"Go to hell" both her brother and her seemed to say at the same time, she kicked back making the man holding her back off and groan "fucking bitch" he grabbed her by the hair "going to teach you a fucking lesson" he dragged her by her hair up the stairs, each step hitting her body like a punch as she tried to struggle and groaned out. Hearing her brother try and get free and call for her made her suddenly want to panic but she wasnt going to show the bastard dragging her she was now scared.

She heard commotion downstairs and her cell phone ringing, now she did want Ransom to come in and somehow not get hurt. Being rescued wasnt such a bad idea. She whimpered as she was thrown onto her bed, trying to get her mind focused on anything but the pain. As her legs were dragged she reached out ontop of the bedside table remembering she had opened a letter with her mothers old fashioned letter opener and managed to grab it. "Going to make you behave bitch" she rose her hand and plunged the letter opener into the side of her neck "go fuck yourself" blood splattered from his neck as she turned her head away and managed to crawl under and away from him as she panted sat on the floor out of his reach as she watched the man who worked for her father bleed to death. She didnt dare think what he was going to do to her as she desperately tried to control her breathing.

Her phone rang again and maybe she shouldve tried to make a run for it. Maybe by some miracle whoever was ringing, more likely ransom, would hear the struggle as she was captured again but she also knew that would cost her brothers life and she couldnt lose him. Swallowing, she blinked , she had killed a man, but it was in self defence but that thought tried to over take her.

Her hands was shaking, as far as she knew there was this dead guy and her father left. Crawling slowly to the body she yanked the letter opener off his neck, trying not to get too much blood on her. She gripped the letter opener tightly and looked under her bed. Didnt Ransom leave a cell under here and said he would collect it later? God she hoped he hadnt collected it already. She smiled as she felt the cell in her hand as she looked through the contact until she reached Ransoms main cell number, but as she dialed his number, she screamed as she was yanked back. She hadnt seen the other man in the room downstairs, another person with her father. She threw the vocal under the bed enough not to be seen as she kept screaming in hopes if Ransom picked up he could tell she was in danger.but not enough that the man grabbed her would know she had another cell.

Against the stairs left their marks and neither touch of the other man was gentle. She was covered in blood and likely to have bruises now too "the fucking bitch killed Roma" he threw her onto the other chair and tied her up.and gagged her. She struggled under the harsh slap of her father stung her face so much she felt like he had taken her skin off, even if it was impossible. She had to save her brother as he was bleeding, god knows to death but now tied down she was trying to think how. "Guess we're going to play this the hard way then. Bring it in" Ana swallowed, it could be anything knowing him and she couldnt quite see what it was as inwas dragged behind her.

"Marty all will.be forgiven, are you going to come.back.home?" Marty knew what that really meant for them both "fuck you" he moaned through his pain and before Ana could realise what was happening her chair was thrown back into.something ice cold. She realised it was a large tub of ice cold.water behind her as she struggled to not breathe in. There was noise.coming from above the surface but she couldnt make it out as her lungs fought for air then she was sat back up coughing for breath.

"Ana come home" Ana looked through her wet eyes "I'd rather die" again she was fallen back into the ice water. A father who tortured his children was no father at all but what was new for her? She gasped for air as she was pulled back up hearing her brother begging for her tonbe let go and he'll go back if she wasnt hurt anymore. They had broken her brother and she couldnt blame him really "no...no. I wont let you go back there" her throat was grabbed, she needed more air and then she heard someokenwalk up her steps "go check it out"

The other man left as her father looked back at her "if youd rather die then so be it" he whispered against her ear "you're not worth the rescue" with that he pushed her chair back into the water and let go, raising the gun he pressed it against her brother forehead.....

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Hi! Can i ask for an hc where mc doesnt show much emotion? Like, her mom would gets mad at her when she cried, saying things like 'you dont have anything to be sad about' eventually mc didnt show emotions much in fear no one would care and fear of everyone is just putting up with her? She would break down alone. Im sorry, this is one placei can think of to have my heart comforted. I would be thankful for all warlords, if cant, i would like nobunaga, mitsuhide, kenshin,shingen and hideyoshi. TY💕

Hi love! Sorry for taking sooo long with this HC (>ლ)! I hope you are doing well! Sending you all the loves and hugs (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡ ! And just know for anyone who needs to hear this... that its okay to show emotions, no one is going to think less of you, and trust me when I say there are people who care about you and would be there for you to wipe away every tear and listen to every complaint during your breakdowns! You are not alone dear! And for all those who feel like they have no one and need to vent I'm always here for ya loves (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。 don't be shy to pop me a message even if ya just wanna chat (◕‿◕✿)

Okay so onto the headcanon, thanks so much for the request dear! I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy it! ❤🌼

Headcanon: MC afraid of showing emotion/too scared to cry in front of Nobunaga, Kenshin, Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide

Nobunaga

Nobunaga absolutely loved you (｡◕‿◕｡)

He loved everything about you, from the way you walked to the cute way you scrunched up your nose when you laugh, EVERYTHING

When it came to emotions the two of you didn’t show much to the world but when your were together it was easy to drop the mask and be yourself

Except, what Nobunaga didn’t know was that you had to endure years of mental and emotional abuse from your mom

As a child you never cried cause, heaven forbid, that tear slip from your eye in front of her, all hell would break loose

(┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

She would lose her shit and scream at you that she would give you something to cry about if you did not stop

As of late you have been feeling a little down, and you were finding it harder and harder to push down those feelings bubbling up inside

You quickly retired to a secluded part of the garden, and made your way to your favourite bench

You weren’t even sitting there 2 seconds and the tears started to stream down your face (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Gosh if your mother could see you now she would have a field day

Nobunaga’s meeting had ended early, and he was eager to spend some time with his beloved fireball (◠‿◠✿)

He spotted you sitting in your favourite spot in the garden and made his way towards you

As he got closer he heard and saw something he had never in the year of knowing you, seen or heard before

YOU WERE CRYING

He was by your side in a flash

He crouched down in front of you and took both your hands in his

“Tell me fireball, what is the matter, I will make the problem disappear in an instant.”

What Nobunaga didn’t expect was that you would remove your hands from his and cover your face. “I'm fine, don't worry about me.”

“You cannot lie to me my dear queen, now tell me why do you insist on hiding your pain from me, have you already forgotten you are mine and I am yours. Our hearts beat as one. So tell me fireball what had burdened that sweet heart of yours”, Nobungas voice was as demanding as ever, but it held a kind and comforting warmth and in his eyes, you could see nothing but love and worry for you

You had told him the reason you never cry or show emotion to the outside world and in an instant you were in Nobunaga’s arms being carried to his room

He gently cradled you face in his hands and whispered against your lips “I am not your mother and to me you can cry freely” he then kissed you

It was a kiss filled with so much love and emotion

“Whenever something is troubling your fireball or whenever you feel like crying come to me, so I can kiss away your tears.” (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

Nobunaga spent the rest of that night showing you just how much he loved and adored you (¬‿¬)

Mitsuhide

He saw the look on your face during the banquet

The way your mask had faltered and slipped for a split second (¬_¬)

He knew you were hiding something from him, a painful detail of your past

He told himself he would wait, wait for you to open up to him on your own, but the look you had on your face during the banquet was breaking his sneki boi heart （>﹏<）

He could see you bite your lip in frustration to keep the tears from falling

He knows you had, had a long week, there was always so much work for everyone to do when important daimyos came to visit

As princess of the Oda forces, it was your job to keep the cups of the guests full, however these were particularly nasty guests, who had flung rude comment towards you for the whole duration of their stay

And TBH Mitsuhide was getting sick of it, in fact, all the warlords were fuming on your behalf (ಠ ∩ಠ)

Mitsuhide stalked over to Nobunaga and whispered something in his ear, out of the corner of your eyes, you saw him give a small nod

Mitsuhide in a flash was now beside you, he gently took the bottle of sake from your hands and placed it on the table

He then carefully took hold of your wrist and lead you out of the banquet hall

He leads you onto the balcony and closed the doors to give the two of you some privacy

Golden eyes stared down at you, he could see it in your eyes, the pain and sadness you felt, his heart broke at the sight of your quivering lips tying to chock down and mask your emotions ( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ)

You tried to say that you were fine, but the second you moved your lips to speak a tear slipped out from the corner of your eye

You turned around and covered you face with your hands repeating over and over how sorry you were (つд⊂)

“Please, Mitsu, please don’t hate me.”

Mitsuhides heart broke, hate you? Why he loved you more than anything in the world

He snaked his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulders whispering in your ears “Why would I ever hate you, my dearest little mouse, for you are my light in this dark world, you are my soulmate and the keeper of my heart. I could never ever, ever hate you little one.”

He gently turned you around in his arms and rested his forehead on yours

He gave your nose a little kiss, an action which makes you chuckle a little

(/‿＼✿)

“My dearest little one, would you dare to tell me, why it is that I would ever hate someone as wonderful as you” he said while nuzzling his nose against yours

You hid your face in the crook of his neck and took in his warm scent, and quietly muttered what your mother had been telling you your whole life

Mitsuhide quietly listened, taking in every word, dropping smalled kisses on your cheek and hair (´•ω•｀)♡

His tightened his embrace on you the second you mentioned that you were scared that he would hate and leave you if you cried in front of him, or cause him unnecessary trouble

When your story was done Mitsuhide cradled your cheeks in his hands, he urged you up to meet his eyes, he then kissed your forehead, nose and finally lips (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

“My dear, you have been caught by a kitsune, and I’m afraid you can never leave, I will never hate or feel inconvenienced by you, my dear, and I would never leave you. To me crying or showing emotion isn’t a sign of weakness; it is a strength. You have no need to fear showing your emotions around me, my love, especially the sad and bad ones, for wherever you are feeling down, I will wrap you in my arms just like this” and as he said that, he moved to snake his arms around your waist once more, and leaned in close to whisper in your ear, ”And then I will do this”

He then started to shower your face, neck and shoulders in small ticklish kisses, while his hands moved to tickle your sides (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You bust out into laughter “Stop Mitsu, haha, mercy, haha, mercy.”

He then gave your lips one final kiss and traced his fingertips on your tear-stained cheeks

“I truly love you, my dear, please never hide your emotions from me again.” (/^-^(^ ^*)/

Kenshin

Kenshin was away fighting and you were left with Sasuke and Yuki to hold down the fort

You were feeling a little sad and upset lately and you were definitely missing the bunny warlord (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

You were hanging out with Yuki and Sasuke at one of the tea houses and you just couldn’t shake the feelings of loneliness and sadness

You could feel your eyes begin to sting, and you knew you needed to get away (つд⊂)

You quickly excused yourself and said that you weren’t feeling well

Sasuke and Yukimura gave each other a worried look

“Should we go after her?” “I think its best if we leave her be, besides I heard lord Kenshin will be home this afternoon”, they gave each other a nog and continued to chat over tea

You wandered back to the castle, your heart was feeling heavy, you kept your tears in until you made it to your room

You walked through the door of your and Kenshin’s shared room and the second the door closed behind you you bust into tears

‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

You slid down the door and curled yourself up into a ball and cried

How many time have you done this before, quietly breaking down and sobbing in the silence of your room ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

Careful not to make a sound, even though your mother was 500 years in the future, the words she would say to you when she caught you crying, stilled ringed in your ears

“Stop it, you silly girl, or I'll give you something to cry about. If you keep it up no one will like you. No one likes people who cry they are annoying. If you don’t learn to toughen up, you will never have any friends.” ☜(`o´)

You covered your ears hoping to block out the noise

Kenshin had come back early and quickly made his way to your shared room to change

He was so excited to see his little bunny

He heard the door of your room open and shut

He was about to step out from behind the changing screen to surprise you, when he heard the sound of your soft whimpers ∑(ΦдΦlll

His heart broke into pieces, why were your crying, how dare hurt his beloved goddess of war, whoever caused his beloved upset will pay with their lives ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿

He strode out from behind the changing screen to see you huddled into a small ball with your hand covering your ears (ノ′Дヾ)

He quietly made his way up to you and before you knew it you were enveloped in his warmth ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

He held you tight pressing your head into his chest

“Hush, my little bunny, I’m home, what has caused you so much grief, for I vow to cut down anyone who dare hurt the love of my life.”

You tried to calm yourself down, to stop crying but the more you tried to put a lid back on your emotions the more they came pouring out

You and Kenshin had a very open and honest relationship and just as you have destroyed and chased away his demon, it is now his turn to do the same for you

He soothingly pulled his fingers through your hair and kissed the top of your head “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here, you are okay, just listen to the sound of my heartbeat”

When you managed to calm down a little you told him about your mother and how you were never allowed to cry as a child, as that was perceived as weakness (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

Kenshin simply remained silent as you hiccuped your way through the story, he traced soothing circles on your back as you continued to speak and he gave you a few small pecks to encourage you to keep going

The bunnies must have sensed that you were feeling down as sometime during your story, an avalanche of fluff huddled around the two of you

Each nuzzling their little noses against you as if to try and comfort you in their own way

(ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

“My love your mother is wrong, it is not a weakness to cry or show emotion and no one will think less of you if you do.”

He then like his bunnies started nuzzling his nose into your hair and kissed the top of your head “I love you with my whole heart and soul, did you already forget the promise we made my love.”

Kenshin gently wiped away the few remaining tears and kissed the tip of your nose

“Ahh I see my sweet goddess of war has forgotten,.” He rested his forehead on yours and gave you a little Eskimo kiss

“Remember when I was still battling with the demons in my head, we made a.. what do you call it again… a yes, a pinky promise… to always hold and listen to one another problems, to envelop each other in a comforting embrace, to face all challenges together and to love each other for eternity no matter what.

Kenshin the gave you the biggest brightest smile and carried you to the futon where the two of you spent the rest of the day cuddled in each other’s arms and surrounded by the love of your fluff army

♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

Hideyoshi

You were having a horrible day

Everything just seemed to be going wrong

As you started walking back to Hideyioshi’s manor, Nobunaga could sense something was off, so he dragged you with him on one of his candy runs

THB the candy did lift your spirits, but all of that was in vain the second your lover stepped into the kitchen, to catch you and Nobu crunching down on candy

When you turned to look, Nobunaga was gone without a trace leaving you to deal with being lectured on your own

As Hideyoshi lectured you about sugar and the dangers of eating too much of it, all the memories and troubles of the day started coming back and burdening your heart

You could feel the tears start to well up and your throat start to constrict

You needed to get out of there

Halfway through the lecture, you started running, you didn’t want Hideyoshi to see you cry, you didn’t want to burden him with your feelings

ᕕ(ಥʖ̯ಥ)ᕗ

And you most definitely didn’t want to trouble him

You ran all the way back home locking yourself in your shared room

Hideyoshi knocked on the door, to your shared bedroom ಠ╭╮ಠ

You forgot that you had a spare key in the pot pant down the hall

Hideyoshi slowly made his way into the room

He saw you in the corner of the room hugging your legs, tear streaming down your face

｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡

“I’m sorry if I was a little harsh on you love, most of that lecture was actually meant for Nobunaga”, Hideyoshi made his way towards you and eyed you apologetically

Although the second you locked eyes with Hideyoshi, he could see that it was more than just the lecture on your mind

He sat down beside you and pulled you into his lap (>^_^)><(^o^<)

“Tell me what’s bothering you love, I may not always be able to read your expressions very well, but I can always tell when something is bothering you”

You had told him of your past and why you don’t give away much with your facial expressions

(つ﹏⊂)

“You know you can always come to me with any problem right, I would never judge you for crying or showing emotion.”

You gave Hideyoshi a small nod, but his MOTHER MODE had been activated and he was now determined to do whatever it took to bring that smile back to your face (◕‸ ◕✿)

He picked you up and walked you to the bathroom where the two of you had a nice warm bubble bath together

He then cooked you your favourite meal and held you in his arms the entire night (◕‿◕✿)

That night in his arms you allowed yourself to cry, you had bottled up your emotions for so long, but with Hideyoshi, you felt safe.

You allowed yourself to show him you every sadness and insecurity, and he accepted all of it ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

He would sit and listen to you while gently rubbing your back

Whenever new tears would stream down your face, he wipes them away leaving a trail of kisses in their wake

Finally, with Hideyoshi, you allowed yourself to drop the mask and show your true emotions, as you felt safe and warm and his arm, and most importantly with Hideyoshi, you always felt loved (⺣◡⺣)♡*

Thanx for the request love! I hope you enjoyed it! (*^.^*)

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florence-is-gay · 3 years

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I made a ship fanfic for florence’s oc and mine. Have it.

“Hey, Lulu! Wake up!”

Lumine slowly opened her eyes, to see Bottle grinning ear to ear at her.

“What is it BB?” She said, leaning up from her bed to stare at her lover.

“As you know, its been raining for quite a long bit, and i was bored in the middle of the night. I was then reminded of this tv show where the main characters tried golfing when it was raining, and basically-“ He sat down onto Lumine’s bed as she saw that Bottle made an entire mini golf course inside of their house.

“-I couldnt sleep and was bored so i made this, simply put.” Bottle said, extending his arm to express the vast quantity of mini golf he made.

Lumine was still trying to wake up, but was impressed at what bottle had made. “I love it, honey!” She said, proceeding it with a stifled yawn.

“Thanks! I also made you some breakfast because i still had some free time after i finished the golf course.” He said, hugging Lumine with one hand and grabbing a plate of hash browns and bacon with another. “Now eat up, because i honestly want to try and play some mini golf because im exited to see how someone else would think of this!”

“It looks great from what i can see! Lumine said, as she quickly kissed bottle.

Lumine, still slightly tired, took a bit of time to eat her food, but scarfed it down once she woke up a bit more. It was honestly a tad bit burnt, but she didnt mind. Bottle made this stuff for her out of love and she didnt care if it wasnt perfect. Love already made it perfect.

When she was done eating, she gently placed her food on her bed and got up. As she was about to leave their room, though, Bottle suddenly opened the door, seeming even more giddy and exited than before.

“Lulu, guess what?”

With a quick chuckle, lumine answered with an over enthusiastic “What, honey?”

“We didnt have golf stuff so i bought us some, and i also got us-“ Bottle, out of flair, did a spinning backflip, and landed in a completely new outfit. He was now wearing a plaid sweater, white and green, with a white beret instead of his normal stereotypical pirate hat. Also in Bottle’s hands laid a set of clothes as well, in very much magenta colors.

“-Golf clothes!” He said, with as much flair as he possibly could.

Lumine couldn’t help but giggle at what was going on. The rain had been going on for days now, and it wasnt giving her the best of sleep, so waking up to a gift of fun, some amazing food, and what looks to be an amazing new set of clothes was the uplift that she needed.

“Aw, that you so much BB!” She picked up the clothes from bottle, and stuck them under her armpit. “Ill go change into these right away, hehe!” She said with another giggle.

She closed the door and changed as quickly as she could. When Lumine walked out, she was wearing a magenta and pink sweater, with a lopsided cyan beret and some dark magenta jeans (that were a bit too tight for her liking.)

“Im ready to play some golf, honey!” She said, with a little hop.

Bottle was sitting in a nearby chair as lumine walked out, and him seeing her also in a full golf outfit made him practically jump with joy. He quickly skipped over, and actually picked up lumine to hug her. He slowly started spinning in place as he spoke. “How does it fit, honey?”

“The pants are a little tight but other than that it feels perfect! I love it! The sweater is super soft and the beret is adorable!” She said, nuzzling her nose against his.

“Wonderful!” Bottle gently put lumine down and then turned to look at almost a dozen minigolf courses around their house, and with a voice full of pride and excitement, said to lumine, “Now, lets play some golf, honey!”

Bottle quickly ran over to one of the smaller courses, labeled with a small red flag with the number ‘1’ on it. He pulled out a golf club with a lime green handle and a shorter club with a magenta handle, and handed the latter to lumine. He then set a golf ball down in a little groove on the track, signifying where the ball should lay on first putt.

“Honey, you get first shot, but dont swing the club, just gently hit the ball, ok?” He brought lumine over, perpendicular to the ball, and got behind her to help her prepare her shot.

Lumine gives a nice, effective swing, and brings the ball fairly close to the hole (which was just a very shortly cut plastic cup, mind you) for her first putt. Bottle then brings out his own ball, and swings it, hitting lumine’s and knocking both of them into the hole at the same time.

“We both got a hole in one, honey! Nice shot!” Lumine said to Bottle, hugging him tight.

“Yeah! You honestly did great yourself, too!” He said, patting lumine gently on the head. “Now, lets move to the next one!” He said, running over to the next course.

None of the mini golf courses were particularly hard, but they were an absolute joy to observe. Each one had its own interesting and unique style, and just knowing it was all made by bottle, and it was all just for the two of them, was an amazing experience that lumine would absolutely never forget.

Hole after hole they progressed, and by the time they were halfway through it, lumine had actually gained an impressive lead, but Bottle was not angry in any way, which surprised Lumine. Bottle could be a bit of a hothead at times, and considering how mini golf normally went for her and her family, she was surprised he hadnt completely freaked out. Even though he was still losing hard, he was complimenting Lumine’s work, still trying his hardest, and was as cool as a cucumber. She then decided that it could be fun to lightly tease bottle.

As he was preparing his next swing, lumine kissed him on the cheek and gently said, “I love you so much BB.” This legitimately startled bottle, and he swung completely away from his target, with the ball slamming into the nearby wall. The two stared at the ball for a moment, but then bursted out laughing. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too, but please dont say it when i was about to putt.” He said, turning to Lumine and kissing her.

“No~ hehe.” Lumine said as they stoped kissing, booping his nose with her own.

“Well, that might cause some problems if i dont... *punish it.*” Bottle said, turning to Lumine with a slightly silly expression. He then quickly and suddenly picked her up and started tickling the crap out of her, dousing her in kisses for good measure.

“Is this enough punishment for you to rethink what you did?” Bottle said, still tickling lumine.

“Mh... mhm-“ Lumine barely mustered saying before laughing as hard as she could.

“Good enough for me.” Bottle said, putting her down.

As the game progressed, every hole one of them would then always try to mess with their partner, sometimes with a kiss, sometimes with a little spook, but the other would always get “punished” in the end with kisses and tickles.

Soon enough though, they reached the last hole. It wasnt flashy or very decorative at all, compared to the others. All it was was a small golf strip, leading up to a golf hole with a small machine behind it.

“You go first, honey.” Bottle said, nudging her to the spot.

Lumine walked up to the hole and placed down her ball.

“Are you sure this is the last hole, honey? All of the others were incredibly high quality and super adorable, but this doesnt seem all that interesting.”

“Trust me, you’ll love it.” Bottle said, reassuringly.

Lumine hit the ball and it swept in instantaneously. As lumine went to pick it up, however, the small machine started whirring to life. It slowly started speaking, and it was obvious that it was just recording Bottle’s voice.

“Well, that was a game of golf, wasnt it? I bet i loved it almost as much as i love you.” The machine spoke. “... on the topic of love. This is actually, as can be considered, the anniversary of our first ‘date,’ back when we fell from that giant tree and landed in a cloud of cotton candy. Ive been honestly preparing to make something for this day for ages now, and im glad that you played enough mini golf to get to the prize. Now, if you could, turn around.”

Lumine slowly turned, and was surprised to see Bottle on one knee, holding out a platinum ring.

Bottle spoke with a quiver in his voice, almost as if he was afraid that he would ruin the moment. “Well, i bet this is surprising.” Lumine stared bottle directly in his eyes, and almost started crying at the sight.

“Honey, i... i thought about it for a long time. I wanted to bring it up, but was secretly planning to save it for this moment. My feelings for you have gone far deeper than you know, and in expressing them now, and i honestly think, your ring finger could be the perfect thing to fill this hole-in-one.” Bottle said, gesturing to the ring.

Lumine slowly picked up the ring, almost as if it was fake. But it wasnt fake, and the thought crashed down onto her in an instant. She gripped the ring as hard as she could as she ran over to hug bottle as tightly as possible.

“Yes.” She said, practically crying as feelings of love washed over her like tsunamis.

Bottle didnt say a word, but slowly picked up lumine, walked her over to her bed, and set her down. Lumine didnt want to let go of him, though, so bottle climbed into bed with her, as she hugged him tight. They both went to bed, with the house being covered in golf things, with their clothes still on, and their bodies wrapped together tighter than a vice.

“Thank you.” Lumine was able to mumble, saying as she slowly reached up to kiss bottle.

“You’re welcome.”

I will have y'all know that I cried when I read this at 2am.

It's freaking wonderful and I love it 😍💕

#fanfiction #oc #original characters #Lumine Luster #Bottle Brandy #submission #🌺💕

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marcholasmoth · 3 years

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OSRR: 2394

today was a quiet day beginning with french toast and ending with pasta with d&d in the middle.

joel is watching videos next to me, occasionally grabbing my hand and kissing it, as i sit trying to decide how to write out what happened in d&d today.

okay. d&d from here on out.

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okay so amber is our dwarf and she's wonderful and lovable and has a semi-satiable bloodlust. sebastian, the only other one in the group with a normal name, is a half-elf watch wizard and is hopelessly in love with amber.

we discovered that there are doppelgängers in waterdeep. that are causing crimes. so the rest of the party went to find gems and crystals and rings that will help us do our research. meanwhile, amber (i'll say "i" and "me") spent the week working.

amber's elf coworkers who make absolutely shit mead pushed over a giant vat of beer that amber had been working on all week and broke her equipment, meaning she had to spend her week's pay on repairs and cleaning. she begged her boss to get rid of them, pointing all the times where they've been antagonistic and hateful and racist towards her, but her boss rebecca said the contract they had was binding. going home amber cries to her friends about the incident and locks herself in her room with a bucket of cleric'ed beer. meanwhile, sebastian decides to White Knight™ this situation. he gets cherish (a pirate-raised teenager who's a fuckin riot) and they're going to Fuck Up Those Elves and get them to leave.

stay tuned for the next installment of Get Amber to Fall In Love with Sebastian! (i sent this to my sister.)

redemption, our red tiefling thief, hearing me crying, came in after a bit and asked me if i'd like to help him plan and commit grand larceny. i said sure.

meanwhile

sebastian and cherish go to the bar. which is a community center/temple of lliira, the temple of good cheer i think it's called. that's where amber works.

so. sebastian goes in and wants a beer. they obviously don't have any. the elves working say "try some mead," so he begrudgingly does so. it's fuckin nasty, of course, and he spits it out, saying as much. the elves behind the bar insult him, calling him a halfbreed and other insults, and one of them goes up to him, having taken offense to the "this is fuckin gross" comment and goes to punch him in the face. sebastian dodges, then grabs him by the chain maille and electrocutes him, sending him convulsing to the floor. then a Bitch vaults the bar, grabbing and snapping a broomstick on her way over, casts shillelagh on it, goes to smack him and misses, and then slips on the still-wet floor (they squeegeed the beer to amber's side of the bar). another vaults the bar toward sebastian and cherish goes and jumps the bar the OTHER way and grabs the cash box from their side. the dude that got zapped gets back up and goes to slug sebastian, missing. sebastian punches the guy in the nose, shocking him again, and blood starts pouring from his nose as he's almost down. the girl with the stick goes to smack and hits him, but before sebastian can attack again, cherish has destroyed the mead barrels (a la "this looks important!" *YOINK*) and yeets the wrench she used at the last and does THIRTY FIVE POINTS OF DAMAGE and she goes down like a sack of potatoes. the last of the three people attacking sebastian goes to punch and misses, sebastian goes to smack with the stick misses, and then the other dude casts sleep,which DOESNT FUCKING WORK BECAUSE i SEBASTIAN IS A HALF ELF AND CHERISH MADE THE SAVING THROW. cherish leaves, because her goal has been accomplished: to grab the cash box and take off. sebastian smacks the dudes kneecaps and then smacks him again and he goes down.

keep in mind there's a table of five regulars over in the corner, sho started chanting "fight! fight! fight! fight!" as soon as it looked like shit was about to hit the fan. three of them - a human and two dwarves - failed the sleep saving throw and the other two have fey ancestry so they can't be put to sleep.

anyway, rebecca, the owner of this fine establishment, comes down and yells "what the hell is happening here" just after the last dude goes down - there were two other elves, wood elves, that didn't get involved and yeeted themselves out the fuckin place as soon as they realized they were Not Getting Involved lmao. anyway, sebastian tells her what happened and she goes and gets her bard husband, who comes down in his pjs with a lute. rebecca casts zone of truth, and he tells the same story bc truth. for the first time in thirty years, the temple gets locked - but not after the husband beefs sebastian up and they drag the elves out into the street with their meadery shit and wakes up not leader and says "you tell your brother that you're not welcome back here. ever again. if i ever see you again, i'll tell me wife." and they get up and YEET themselves out of town. the husband THANKS SEBASTIAN, and he goes home.

amber went with redemption and caused a sobbing distraction with a bucket of beer, and redemption got in, robbed the place, and got out with zero problems. amber eventually stumbles home, sees everyone else around the dining room table, and sebastian tells her that she won't have to worry about the elves anymore. she dismisses it because she's drunk off her ass, ruffles sebastian's hair and goes upstairs and passes out.

when she goes to work the next day, she'll discover what happened. that conversation and the ensuing tension will commence next week.

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i told this all to my sister. she said:

"Dope."

i love this game.

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shadedrose01 · 4 years

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My First Kiss

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter Parker has his first kiss with Harley Keener

Tags: Febufluff, Day 21, First Kiss, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Accurate Kissing, accurate first kiss, It aint like the movies guys, Sorry to tell ya, Gay Harley Keener, Bisexual Peter Parker, Boys In Love, Established Relationship

Day 21 of Febufluff: "First Kiss"!

A/N: apparently I cant stop writing and take a break even if I want to (even if i should 🙃), so have two fics in one day oops okay bye love y'all

'wait you've never kissed someone before? like ever?!?'

'No?? Is that a problem? :/'

'no no of course not! im just surprised, that's all'

'Why are you surprised?? You know I havent had a partner before'

'yeah yeah I know but like'

'you're gorgeous pete. like, perfect. who wouldn't want to kiss you?'

Peter chuckles lightly, glancing around him as he does, finding his teacher still at the front of the class, still teaching, still not focusing on him. Good. He looks back down, typing out his response quickly, knowing he could get caught at any minute.

'Awww, you're so sweet'

Its first period on a boring tuesday morning, advanced math, pre-calculus, and Peter is bored. He did this math last year with Mr. Stark, when he got bored during the summer and they couldn't think of anything better to do than to do math problems. Hell, he had some actual calculus that day, not this pre shit. But he cant just skip a course, no matter how much he longed to, no matter how absolutely boring these classes were, the teacher droning on and on about things Mr. Stark taught him in ten minutes or less.

Luckily, he has his boyfriend to keep him entertained.

'im just telling the truth, sugar ;)'

And to flatter him, apparently, Peter's face burning, his cheeks aching as he smiles wide, his chest filling with warmth.

Him and Harley were new, to say the least, but they had always been more than friends. Even on the day that they met, two months ago, Harley had flirted with him immediately, and Peter had flirted back, much to Tony's fake disgust (and very real amusement, though he'd never admit it). So when Peter had finally taken the extra step a few weeks ago, and stopped beating around the bush to ask Harley out, and they started actually dating, not much has changed. Not that Peter minds it, he actually quite enjoys it. They didnt change themselves once the 'boyfriend' label was stuck to their backs, they're still the goofy, teasing, flirting pair they were before it all, and Peter adores it.

The only thing that had changed was them getting closer, and stronger as a pair, which was never a bad thing. Peter trusts Harley more than he trusts anyone else (minus May, he doesnt think anyone could beat May), and he really likes him and-

And he really, really wants Harley Keener to be his first kiss.

Peter bites his lip, scanning the room once more before he types out his message, sending it before he can overthink it, his leg bouncing anxiously.

'Do you want to?'

The typing bubble pops up immediately, even though Harley is in class as well and should also be paying attention. But Harleys like him in that sense, a little too smart for their own goods, so he guesses that they're in the same boat. The message shoots through, and Peter reads it quickly.

'kiss you?'

'Yeah'

Typing again, but this time, the bubble disappears and reappears multiple times, as if Harley is typing and stopping, typing and erasing, trying to think out his words. The action only makes Peter more anxious, more nervous, his hands automatically pushing up to his face, rubbing against his cheek as he picks and chews on his nails, a terrible, awful habit he needs to learn how to break.

The new message appears, and Peter's heart stops.

'yeah i do'

'but we don't have to until you're ready darling'

'I want to.'

'are you sure?'

'Im positive.'

It takes a few seconds extra for the next message to send, as if Harley needs a moment to catch his breath too.

'okay, meet me under the stair case at recess, at the far end of the hall'

Peter places his phone face down on his desk, tapping his pencil and bouncing his leg as excitment and nerves swirl in his stomach, in his chest, internally screaming, because holy shit he's going to kiss Harley Keener, he's going go kiss his boyfriend holy shit-

He sends back a quick okay before trying to focus back in on the lesson (but mostly paying attention to the clock in the corner of the room), a wide grin on his face for the rest of the period.

Once the bell finally finally rings, Peter races out of his chair, rushing to his locker and dumbing all of his materials into it before closing it and making his way to the stated destination, his heart racing and his hands beginning to sweat.

When he turns the corner of the staircase, Harley is already there, leaning against the wall and looking way too good to be fair, also looking just as nervous and excited as Peter feels. He stands up straight when Peter approaches, his face softening from its nervous furrow into a gentle look that melts Peter from the inside out. "Hey baby, good morning."

"Morning." He whispers, stopping once hes stood right in front of Harley, closer than any friends would be but still enough distance between them for personal space.

Theres a awkward pause for a few moments, before Harleys speaks up again, his blueish gray eyes going serious, intense as he states, "You sure about this? We can still wait, Pete, I won't judge ya-"

"I know," Peter cuts in, laughing gently, smiling at his obviously anxious boyfriend. "I want this. I want it to be you."

Harley freezes, before he tilts his head up, looking up at the ceiling and then away, blinking rapidly, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink as a wide grin grows on his face, a look of awe shining through. "Okay, okay, cool cool, okay." He looks back to Peter, eyes still glistening slightly, but churning with so many strong, warm emotions that it makes Peter's head spin. "If you're sure."

He steps forward, then, pressing into Peter's personal space, a welcome presence even as it causes Peter's nerves shoot through the roof, his breath warm and heavy on Peter's mouth. "I'm sure." Peter breathes back, even as his mind starts screaming at him, because what if he doesnt do it right, what if he messes it up, what if hes a bad kisser, and Harley doesn't like it, or what if-

Harley leans in, soft lips are pressed to his, and suddenly everything is quiet. Everything that was so loud, blazingly, screamingly loud is so so so quiet, almost a whisper as Harley's lips, a little wetter and chappier than Peter expected, moves against his, once, twice. Peter tries to follow, he does, grasping onto Harleys upper arms to gain some semblance of balance as he messes up the rhythm, as their noses bump against each other awkwardly, as he feels Harley's nose scrunch up immediately afterwards, feels him laugh against his mouth as he pulls away.

Peter body flares, embarassment and shame flooding through his body as he thinks he messed it up, ruined the kiss, berating himself for not being good, when Harley speaks up again, shocking Peter out of his thoughts.

"For a first kiss, that actually wasn't that bad."

Peter gapes at him, eyes wide. "R-really? But I thought-" He cuts himself off, but Harley seems to get the hint, chuckling again.

"You should've seen my first kiss." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "5th grade, a girl named Susie. She had braces, we kissed with tongue because we didnt know what we were doing. Mouth full of metal." He shutters, and Peter laughs lightly, airy, feeling a bit better and less like a failure of a boyfriend.

"Ew, that sounds awful."

"It was." Harley agrees, grinning dopily. "Ain't much like the movies, is it?"

Peter shakes his head firmly, laughing wholeheartedly now, smiling wide as Harley joins in. No, definitely not like the movies. He hadnt felt any butterflies, or sparks, or anything else they had said he would. He had just felt lips, and wetness. He doesnt know why he expected anything more.

"But, the good thing about it," Harley continues once they calm down, cocking his head to the side with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Is that you get better with practice."

He wiggles his eyebrows, making his point known, and Peter snorts, before sighing in faux annoyance. "Guess we'll just have to keep at it, huh?"

He doesnt even give Harley time to respond, leaning back in and kissing the words off of his lips.

Yeah, he thinks he could get used to this.

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warmau · 5 years

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{Regular Inspired AU x NCT 127} Haechan

tw: weapons mention, violence mention, be warned. everything written here is a work of FICTION, and does not in anyway reflect reality introduction | pick mark instead

“if you hate me, if you don’t want me around, it means you don’t have to get hurt. and that’s all that matters.”

“i choose,,,,haechan”

you hesitate a bit, just because you’re not sure how the room will react

even though all he’s done is poke fun at this unconventional, slightly traumatizing event for you

he seems like he has a history with these people - with the jungs

and his slightly twisted sense of humor might make for a quick six months ,,,,, or a hellish one

you’re not quite sure

there’s a moment of silence

and then the sole sound of one person chuckling

“really, you want me?”

haechan, whose leaning effortlessly against one of the many cubicles, pushes off and makes his way through the rest of the group

stopping short in front of you, he gives you a once over

then turns to say over his shoulder

“do i really have to babysit this one?”

jaehyun gives haechan a blunt “yes” and mark reaches out to shove at haechan’s arm

“dude, at least be a little nice about this”

he asks and haechan sneers, before shrugging

“six months isn’t six years, but listen here intern-”

he extends his finger out, pointing it centimeters from your nose

he leans down to get on eye level with you

and for a moment there’s something behind this whole sarcastic front

there’s an almost soft truthfulness in the pretty browns of his eyes

but it’s gone when you edge back uncomfortably

and haechan says, “don’t. get. in. my. way.”

that’s the last you see of him that night

he saunters away, and mark chases after him while the rest of the group stays beside you

johnny approaches you, his wine glass abandoned somewhere

“don’t worry about him, he works with me so youll be under my care too!”

“be careful around him”

yuta warns from the side and johnny makes a motion of dismissal with his hand

you don’t really hear the rest of the conversation, nothing about taeyong telling sicheng that he’s worried haechan might get you hurt or worse - killed

nothing about mark when he comes back and tells you there’s a car ready to take you home

you’re lost in thought - because suddenly you’re replaying the moment with haechan

where he’d gotten up in your face

and he just seems,,,,,,,he just seems like there’s a secret he’s hiding

you come to when mark is gently helping you toward the elevators

johnny is still beside you as well, but again haechan is nowhere to be found

you get home late, collapsing against your mattress - too tired to get up and put your things away

you try to piece together what happened today

meeting everyone under the pretense that they were normal people, then finding out they weren’t

your life now being in inexplicable danger

haechan,,,,,,,refusing to find any moment to be alone with you

why did i choose him? is it because i think his personality will distract me from all this? is it because i think he wont breath down my neck and maybe i can escape all of this?

you shove your face deeper into the pillow with a groan

in the morning you rush to get yourself ready for work, you momentarily pick up your kitchen knife and think if this would be a good self defense weapon

but then you think that that’s insane and you put it back down

when you arrive at the office, you’re not sure where to go

haechan isn’t in the lobby and when you take the elevator up to the legal department

he isn’t there either

luckily, johnny spots you and waves you over

“the sunshine of jung enterprises has arrived, how shall we spend the day today my love?”

you flush at all the flowery languge

still very much nervous in front of johnny

and not because of the fact that he’s actually an underground criminal

“i,,,i was looking for haechan. is he not in yet?”

johnny doesnt answer you, at least not until you two are inside his office and the door is closed

you notice the stacks and stacks of paperwork that litter his desk - wondering if on the side of all the illegal business this company runs

if johnny still has legal things to deal with

but when you look behind the stacks you can see rubber-banded money and the parts of what seems to be a glock

you ignore it to the best of your ability as johnny sits down

“haechan ,,,,, has quite a packed schedule right now. he’s doing work for the jungs, but he’s also been going through some personal,,,,how do i say this”

johnny runs a hand through his hair and gives you a sort of superficial smirk

“going through some personal vendettas. but! im here and you can spend the day with me - which is far better!”

he motions to the large bookcase behind him, feel free to move this aside and go taste any of my wines

you blink

“im sorry, are you telling me that bookcase is a -”

“a trap door honey, yes.”

you must look hilariously shocked, because johnny laughs and tells you that yes they exist outside of shitty spy movies

and slowly, as the day goes on, you forget about this situation

distracted by johnnys antics

and you even forget about wanting to see haechan

a week goes by where you spend most of your days doing menial paperwork for johnny

or helping out during coffee breaks or restocks of the supply room for the legal department

you’re actually trying to find a box of staples for someone when the door to the storage closet is flung open

and you almost fall of the small stool you’re standing on

because there’s haechan

instead of the haphazardly unbuttoned suit he wore when you first saw him, he’s got on a three piece, grey textured suit on this time

the vest is fitted on him and you can see a golden chain linking to the inside pocket

his hair is done up and out of his eyes, the studded earrings are gone

he actually looks professional

and had it not been for the annoyed, snappy “get out”

you might have no recognized him

you scramble past him, clutching the staples for dear life

but as you pass, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is all cleaned up

he side profile shows off the beautiful structure of his face, the softness of his skin

you nearly trip over your feet

and when you drop the staples off at the desk of the person who asked

they can tell you’re still half petrified and half mesmerized by whatever you saw

that’s the only glimpse you get of him for the day

you ask johnny if there’s some meeting or important event going on today, but he just smiles and says that haechan just has his days

where, to quote johnny, he acts like a man and not a little boy

you’re getting ready to go home when you bump into jaehyun at the elevators and he looks both ways before sighing

“is that idiot not with you?”

you pause, “w-what idiot?”

jaehyun throws his hands up, rolling his eyes and grumbling as he walks past you and back inside the legal department

you wonder if he meant haechan, but the elevator arrives before you can finish much of your thought

the next morning, to your surprise, haechan is back

he’s sitting in johnny’s office, feet up on the desk, scrolling aimlessly through his phone

when you walk in you don’t even know how to greet him

but johnny waltzes in right after

“get those dirty shoes off of my mahogany.”

haechan makes a face, but after a minute he does what he’s told

he is back in another messy outfit

this time the trousers dont even match the blazer, which is abandoned in a crumpled pile beside the chair haechan is sitting in

he’s wearing an oversized red dress shirt, and there’s a scarf tied loosely around his neck

on his fingers are multiple shining rings

and ,,,,,,, had someone pointed him out to you on the street and said ‘he’s involved in something shady’ ,,,,, you would have had trouble not believing them

johnny shakes his head at the whole fiasco

“why did you complain to jaehyun about me?”

haechan finally speaks, eyes never leaving his phone

you look at johnny, wondering what could have been the complaint

but haechan clicks his tongue

“no no - not him, you. why did you complain about me?”

you feel your mouth go dry

because the tone he’s using seems to be dripping with vague anger

but you also don’t recall telling jaehyun anything

“what? i never said anything to -”

the phone clatters against johnny’s desk with a loud noise

haechan gets up and you stiffen

narrowing his eyes, he doesn’t even have to say it for you to understand that he doesn’t believe you

“i have a lot of shit on my plate -”

“language”

johnny warns and haechan hisses back the urge to curse again

“i have a lot of,,,,,situations im handling right now. sitting around and coddling you is not what i signed up for. i told you to stay out of my way, what are you not understanding about that?”

the words aren’t what hurts - it’s how haechan is saying them

“i dont want to get in your way, i never even spoke to jaehyun about you so-”

haechan clenches his jaw and johnny seems to heighten his attention

you stare back, scared but unwavering

“well - i dont know who fuc- i dont know who complained but he’s making sure im here everyday of the week now to babysit you. even the boss wants me to report to him.”

haechan falls back into the chair

he’s still heated, you and johnny can tell

mumbling to himself about how he’s not some stupid watchdog, he looks far more dangerous than you’ve seen so far

johnny makes some light conversation with him to try and smooth out the room

but you dont know what to do

instead you turn on your heel, making way out of the office and down the hall

the printer room is thankfully empty so you lock yourself up in there

sliding down against the wall you try and make sense of everything

why does he hate me so much? he’s so rude and brash without even taking anything into context! like i want to be here, causing problems for everyone,,,,

you press your head against your hand - only to realize you’re trembling a little

a fight with someone here ,,,, could have real bad consequences and it’s like your body knows it

after a while you get the nerve to emerge from the printer room

you rush past all of the cubicles and back to johnny’s office

where haechan is gone

“sorry, i just needed a moment,,,” you start

but johnny shakes his head

“he acted out, it was immature and he does feel bad.”

you bite back the urge to say “no he doesnt”

johnny continues, “haechan has always been a bit hotheaded, the passion helps when he’s got to make deals or intimidate someone - but with regular people such as yourself it’s a bit,,,,you know”

with a tiny nod, you just try to level yourself and push what happened down

you ask johnny for any assignments and he asks if you can go down the street to drop this off at the other building the jungs own

it’s a package of paperwork - legitimate, not anything illegal

so you agree

and as you’re in the elevator, the packaged weighted in your hands you think to yourself

am i really in the much danger? haechan is never around to protect me, and johnny doesnt seem too concerned either. why do i have to stay here - cant i just run away?

the doors open and you walk out, still deep in thought

i can just drop these papers off and not return,,,,,,not like im needed there anyway. maybe if i leave - that’ll be even easier for haechan,,,,

there’s a second of worry as you round the corner and find the number of the building

when you stop infront of it, you see that it’s not as massive as the other office

there’s no security guards at the entrance

the people coming and going all look like normal office workers

after you go in, leaving the package with the front desk

you walk back out onto the street and decide that you really,,,,don’t have to return to jung enterprises

you can just

it’s a split second, that you just turn in the opposite direction and walk away

the wind pushes a little on your face and you think it’s a bit chilly - winter really is coming

but maybe a block down, you feel a hand grasp yours

“who-”

the person spins you around, tugging you into the narrow space between the next two buildings

and you find yourself looking up ,,,,,, at haechan

“where are you going?”

he asks, not giving you event a moment to answer

“no, where were you thinking of going?”

there’s little to no distance between you and him

and given how he acted earlier, you don’t think telling him the truth is going to make his tone any softer

“sorry, i must have took a wrong tu-”

“don’t bullshit me”

your hand, which haechan has yet to let go off is brought up to the wall behind you

he’s holding you, not tightly enough to hurt, but enough to send a message about the situation

you glance to the side and notice that the golden bracelet around his wrist is loose around his arm

you see an inscription on the inside and squint

‘to my donghyuck’

haechan clears his throat to get your attention back

“were you you trying to leave without anyone noticing? thought you could sneak behind my back-”

“not like you care enough to notice”

the retort catches haechan off guard

but not long enough for you to get another jab in, because he narrows his eyes again

“you’re right, i don’t care. but jaehyun and his father expect me to be your watch dog and if the boss wants it. i do it. even if you think im not watching, just know that i am.”

haechan lets go of your hand and pulls back

the sleeve of his shirt drops down and hides the golden bracelet from sight

he tilts his head in a motion that tells you - well more like orders you - to follow him back

you trail behind him, well aware of his stiff his shoulders are

how if you were to try to turn on your heel and run, he’d effortlessly catch you

and the rest is unthinkable

so you occupy your mind with something else, the inscription for instance

donghyuck,,,,,,,,,,you know that name

but from where?

“did you find our little lost kitten?”

johnny’s voice snaps you back into reality

you see him, along with jungwoo, mark, and taeyong all standing at the door

jungwoo approaches you first - picking up your hands to examine them as taeyong casts a look over at haechan

“you need to be more vigilant, what if they’d gotten hurt?” mark exclaims with apparent worry in his voice

“they’re fine.”

jungwoo reports and returns to his spot

haechan clenches his teeth, “if you’re all up in arms about it - why dont you take care of them mark?”

“if you lose them again then i might just have to-”

haechan straightens up, and once again it looks like he might let his temper get the better of him

but taeyong’s phone goes off and everyone goes silent

“yes, everything is clear. haechan assures there will not be another ,,,,,, event like this again. yes,,,,,jaehyun will be briefed.”

with that taeyong gives a nod before ending the call and turning to motion toward johnny

he steps forward, giving you a signature smile of his as he offers his hand out

“let’s go up to my office, i need a drink and frankly i think so do you!”

“o,,oh i don’t like drinki-”

you start, but johnny insists

in a way that makes it obvious that for your safety, you should just do what he says

so you follow him, looking back over your shoulder to see that taeyong and mark have stepped closer to haechan

discussing something in low, hushed voices

and you don’t see it, you turn right in the moment

that haechan lifts his eyes to the silhouette of your back

his hand touching the bracelet as taeyong’s voice washes over him

you end up being escorted home with two security alongside haechan

he doesnt say a word to you, but as soon as you see him your mind is back on the bracelet

and that name

donghyuck

you know a couple of them actually, one was in your class your first semester of university

another you were sure you’d met during a summer part-time job

but there’s another donghyuck whose less prevalent in your memory

actually, he’s a donghyuck from a long time ago

from the neighborhood you grew up in

when the car pulls up infront of your apartment you shakily step out and to your surprise so does haechan

“im sorry,,,,,”

you blurt out immediately

“if you got in trouble because of me - im sorry, i really didn’t -”

he puts a hand up and you stop

“i want you to forget about it.”

his hair obscures his eyes when he casts his gaze down

so you can’t tell what he’s referencing or what this is about

“forget? like,,,,what happened today or-”

“all of it. forget,,,,,all of it.”

it’s cryptic,,,,and you don’t understand at all,,,

but this is the first time since you’ve met him that haechan has spoken softly to you

so you just agree to whatever that means and let yourself walk slowly into your building

the car and haechan on the sidewalk are still there, even when you’re upstairs and peeking out of your window

you let the curtain fall and sit at your desk in the dark

donghyuck,,,,,i knew a donghyuck when i was younger,,,,when i was in middle school i think? maybe i have some photos,,,

you get up - flicking on the light and digging through a couple of drawers until you find a photo album

most of the photos are from high school, you skip past them shamelessly and find the ones that are older - more delicate

the ones from when you were not yet a teenager - but dying to be one

and there are photos of you in your old town, in halloween costumes, with cake on your face, all the usual photos parents took of their hyper kids

and you have a couple of you with your hands around your friends, friends you’d long forgotten about

and then one photo catches your attention

you’re standing in the middle of playground

you’re laughing, holding flowers that were obviously just uprooted from the grass

and beside you is a young boy, shyly holding the same kinds of wildflowers - looking at you laugh

he’s cute, with a sweet face and a mop of dark hair

you stare at it, then flip it over

in pretty, neat writing - not your own obviously - is your name and,,,,,,,donghyuck

sitting in the tiny circle of scattered photos, you try to remember what happened to donghyuck

did he move? did he just stop hanging out with you? did you move and forget him?

something about him,,,,you can’t remember what,,,,but you think something bad happened

something tragic

you can’t tell what or who or when, but looking at the face of the boy in the photo

something pulls at your heart

before you know it, you’ve worn yourself out with theories and memories

that you end up falling asleep, the photo clutched in your palm

the next morning, haechan is waiting for you outside of the building

his hands are tucked into his pockets and so you can’t see if he’s wearing his bracelet or not

but the moment he sees you he tells you that instead of going in, you and him were going to have to take a drive

“where are we going?”

your voice shakes as haechan opens the car door for you

you slide into the back as he takes a seat in the front alongside one of the other jung’s security

“i have to do a quick meeting - and johnny’s overseas so he cant watch you for me.”

you freeze, “w-wait is this a dangerous meeting i - i didnt - i dont know-”

you hear a familiar chuckle and haechan looks over

“here, do you want this to feel safer?”

he extends a pocket knife and you recoil from it, thankful that he didn’t think it’d be funny to bring out something even worse

“n-no! ill just stay in the car,,,,,”

haechan shrugs, “it’ll be over quickly. all my meetings are.”

the drive isnt too long, but when the car pulls up you take note of how the place looks nothing like another office

it actually looks like a shipping dock more or less

haechan doesnt get out of the car, instead he tells the driver he’s gong to wait until the buyer shows himself

you on the other hand, slink down and try your best to hide

hoping and praying that you wont be seen

you hear the car door click and assume that haechan is getting out

you don’t hear anything else after that, and from the sheer morbid curiosity of the situation

you lift your head up to peek out of the window

you see haechan’s back, and the other person that is in front of him

he looks to be older, he’s wearing a coat made of fur that looks at best three times too big on him

and he seems to be,,,,,mocking haechan

at least from the facial expressions he’s making - you can’t hear or really grasp the rest of it

for a while it just looks like a conversation, but then out of the blue you see the man throw a punch

it hits haechan square in the jaw and you gasp, eyes wide

but haechan ,,,, doesnt even tetter backwards

before throwing his own fist and sending the man skidding onto his back on the ground

you can’t help it, you sit up and watch as haechan goes over, squatting down over the man and seemingly hunching over to say something to him

you jump a little when haechan gets to his feet - stomping his foot down on what looks like the guys knee

the sound is so loud - you hear it even in the locked car

you flinch, imaging the pain

and you see haechan get his phone out to probably call whoever it is back at jung enterprises

when he returns, you don’t have anything to say

you do notice though, that haechan has rolled up his sleeves

at the bracelet is still there

is the shy, little donghyuck in those photos - is he - the ruthless man in front of me?

the car pulls up to the jung building and after getting back, haechan disappears to find jaehyun

you are told to go to the legal department and help out anyone that needs it

but on your way there, you run into mark

he gives you a warm smile, out of everyone here - he seems the most kind

and the least likely to be too harmful

so you decide you can ask him

“mark,,,,,,this is crazy but is haechan,,,,his real name?”

poor mark sputters over the coffee in his hand and you can tell just by that,,,,,you’re onto something

“w-why wouldn’t it be?”

you think that with him, you don’t have to lie

“i just saw, accidentally, that on the inside of his bracelet it says ‘too donghyuck’. im assuming that’s his real name?”

mark reddens, like you’re asking him something embarrassing but comes a bit closer to you

“don’t tell him i told you, but yes - that’s his real name. we dont use it, he doesnt like being called it.”

“why?”

you blurt out the question with a little too much excitement, but mark comes up short

“i only know its his real name because jaehyun called him it once. other than that, i cant say.”

you thank mark, promising that you wont tell haechan that he spilled the secret

but now that you know the bracelet does belong to him,,,,,,you’re starting to think your theory about this being the same donghyuck from your old memories

might be true

for one, you two are in the same age range. two, he had not been at all curious in you as the other members all were. he had just jumped right to ,,,, being rude

even if someone is naturally like that, they usually show some kind of interest before unveiling their true colors

if only you could remember what had happened between you two back then,,,,maybe it could explain-

“are you always daydreaming or something, you need to pay attention.”

you blink, looking up to see that you’re about an inch away from haechan

“oh- i - sorry”

“what are you thinking about?”

“n,,nothing,,,”

he doesn’t believe you, but then again he never does, so you just brush past him and pretend like it’s really truly nothing

you go on like this for a couple of days

you lose yourself in trying to remember any bits and pieces about the old donghyuck in your memories

and haechan notices

although you don’t pay attention as much, he wasn’t lying when he said he was keen to keeping his eyes on you

so he could tel there was something bothering you

something that he was starting to worry about himself

it’s late on evening, you’re finishing up something doyoung had dropped off last minute for the legal department

when haechan comes in and asks what it is

you give him the generic, “paperwork”

because although you’re doing the assignment, you’re of course mauling over what you know about the donghyuck situation

until you feel a hand come down over the stack of papers

“what’s going on with you?”

haechan insists and you pull back

“wh-what do you mean?”

“did seeing me ,,,,, do my job freak you out or something? youve been out of it -”

you shake your head, not sure if this should be the time where you confront haechan about your theory

but no one else is around

and he is asking whats wrong,,,,,

you sigh and gather up the courage

“i think,,,,,,,i think we used to know each other as kids”

haechan takes a second, but with unwavering emotionless in his voice he goes

“that’s impossible.”

you furrow your eyebrows and shake your head

“no, it’s possible. for one: i know your name isn’t haechan. it’s donghyuck. and you’re close in age, so you probably-”

“is that it. is that all you have?”

this leaves you speechless, because instead of screaming or threatening or getting angry

he’s just asking for evidence

which yes, you don’t have much of

but there’s a gut feeling that you’re right, that you know or have known haechan before

“i just think-”

“you’re just noisy. that’s what you are. stop thinking about useless fantasies and just focus on making it through these six months.”

it’s a cold tone of voice, but it’s levelheaded and not loud

he says it in a way that nearly makes you believe him

that this is all nonsense, that you’re making up some kind of narrative to justify him being ,,,,,,,well just plain mean

but it’s not

“im not noisy, i just want to know why the donghyuck in my memories is so sweet and gentle and you’re -”

haechan puts a hand out, he presses it against your cheek and stares you so deeply in the eyes

that you feel the core of your soul drain of all it’s power

“because, we are not the same person.”

with that, he lets you go and the warmth of his hand tingles on your skin as you watch him walk out that door

you nearly keep yourself planted there

until,,,,,,,,,you dont

you dash after him, realizing he’s taken the stairs and you follow him down them to

until you’re outside of the building and haechan is walking toward the sidewalk and you reach him just in time to go

“i have a photo and i -”

haechan doesnt let you finish, he instead nearly falls forward ontop of you and you see

a dark figure standing behind him, holding something sharp in their right hand

it doesnt even process in your head that he’s just been hurt, not until he pushes you away, rotating his entire body to face the figure

and throw a swing at them

you walk backwards, watching as haechan grabs directly at the sharp object, wrapping his whole hand around it to try and jerk it away

there’s blood, there’s the sound of the struggle

and you dont think twice about running back inside and screaming at the top of your lungs for someone to come help

moments later there are footsteps, you see a flash of two people run past you

both jungwoo and taeyong

and then, following behind them are yuta and jaehyun

mark stops to lean down beside you

and right before your eyes, for the first time in your life you see a fight

a bloody fight, the sound of bones breaking, you can’t even think straight

you just feel marks cold hands on your face

and you hear someone yell “get him inside!”

and then it’s black

“this is the second time they’ve passed out.”

“well this time they passed out from shock and not jungwoo, so”

you come to a little later, you’re sitting in the chair inside of johnny’s office and as soon as you have the energy

you ask

“where is donghyuck?”

both johnny and taeil who are the ones speaking, turn to look at you

taeil chortles

“so they know him as donghyuck now huh”

johnny smiles at you, “he’s stable - just took a couple of hits, but the boys got the guy.”

“who was he?”

taeil grins, happy to provide the graphic answer “apparently donghyuck busted the kneecap of his buddy. he was going to get revenge, but thankfully you got the rest of us and we - well how do i say this politely -”

johnny hushes taeil, assuring him not to continue for your sake

and you wobble up to your feet

“can i see him”

“who, donghyuck?”

you nod and johnny unfortunately tells you that he’s not in the office, he got taken home earlier

you think about how moments before all this, everything had been ok

you had seen him standing in front of you, unhurt - unscathed

just talking

“d-do either of you know why he changed his name to haechan?”

taeil clicks his tongue, “apparently when he was in middle school someone hurt his family and the tragedy was so bad that he was forced to move to seoul and changed his name so as to not be targeted by the person who came after his parents.”

johnny sighs, “so many cruel things have happened to that boy - i think that’s where the anger comes from.”

you sit and try to remember, is that the bad feeling you get when you try to remember the donghyuck you knew

is that bad feeling this tragedy?

“is he going to come in tomorrow?”

there isnt an immediate answer, taeil makes some kind of joke about how you’re overly invested in haechan - that you shouldnt go about getting a crush on him

but johnny seems more sensitive to you

“if you want, you can visit him. he’ll probably go wild on me for letting you know where he lives - but he could use a caretaker”

“oh johnny, you’re enabling their crush!”

taeil protests, but johnny waves his hand around - getting his phone out and phoning for one of the drivers

to your surprise, haechan doesnt live anywhere overtly fancy

it’s a small looking complex on a lively street

the car is too big to make it up the tiny curve, so you get dropped off (but told to come back down in an hour) on the curb

you find haechan’s apartment and when you knock on it

you instinctively add in

“it’s only me, i wanted to see how you were doing”

just so haechan doesnt think you’re any kind of suspicious person

after a minute, the door opens with a click

you walk inside and see haechan standing in the hall

he’s in simpler clothing, just sweats and a shirt

but you can see bandages on his arm, starting from his palm up to his elbow

he notices your staring and goes, “i grabbed the knife he had. stupid idea. also, what do you want?”

“i know you don’t believe it, but i really do think we used to be friends when we were in middle school”

haechan is silent, but you see a dark shadow overcast his face

he seems to want to spite back

but the energy in him is gone

“i told you -- it’s impossible”

“your family had to move right, you had to change your name for safety reasons right. i remember the night after,,,,,,,it all happened. the police sirens, the kids all screaming, how you had to pack all your things and just go. i remember how you disappeared from the neighborhood.”

it’s quiet again and you settle in another breathe before you continue

“im sorry you had to go through that, an attack on someones family when their a kid must be terrifying and i -”

you don’t know what to do with your body, or how you feel existing in front of haechan like this

in front of donghyuck after all these years

and you didn’t remember it before, but all the pieces are falling into place

you had both been in the same class, donghyuck had been so much different than who he is now

he was a little bit of a wallflower - but he had always thought of others, with genuine kindness

you’d befriended each other in the playground you had the photo of

and would pick flowers and trade them with each other, push one and other on the swings, chase each other through the grass

he was your friend - and then one night, during the summer

you and your family had awoken to sirens

donghyuck’s house had been a block away and in your pajamas, everyone else on the street had scattered out to see what had happened

there were police in front of donghyucks house

and donghyuck was standing beside an officer - eyes blank and dark like pitch black voids

the adults were talking and kids were yelling about how loud everything was

and you didnt know what was going on

just the words ‘attacked’ ‘critical condition’ ‘abandoned child’

after that night - your parents had ushered you into the house and not let you out again

and when you tried to find out where donghyuck had went, no one knew

but now - here he was in front of you again

“it’s you, i know it’s you donghyuck and i just-”

“you’re right. it is me.”

the words you wanted to say choke up in your throat as haechan speaks

the gold bracelet dangles over his bandages

always there, always reminding him of the loving family that gave it to him as a gift

the loving family that had been hurt,,,,,,

“i knew from the moment you stepped into the room who you were.”

he continues, whispered

“and i knew that you didnt recognize me. that you wouldnt know if you didnt find out my birth name. i thought,,,,if i could be as offputting as possible you just wouldnt be curious about me but then you-”

he hisses when he accidentally grabs at his wrist

you want to step forward and help him, but something keeps you planted firmly to the ground

“but then you picked me, and i knew that it would be so much more difficult to keep up my act. to keep you oblivious and safe,,,”

he pauses to collect himself

and you’ve never seen haechan like this, defeated - so ,,,,, so vulnerable

“to keep you safe, that’s what this is all about. if you hate me, if you don’t want me around, it means you don’t have to get hurt. and that’s all that matters.”

there’s a brief flashback to when you and johnny had talked about haechan for the first time

johnny had mentioned vendettas, how haechan had been working on getting someone back ontop of his work for the jungs

“,,,,,,are you,,,,,are you searching for the person who hurt your family?”

you ask quietly

and haechan bites back his lip

“yes. and if they hurt my family, they would have a problem hurting my friends”

he meets your eyes for the first time

and it hits you

that’s what this is all about

he wanted to make sure you wouldnt remember him, so you wouldnt get involved with his plan for revenge

haechan was worried ,,,,, you could be targeted

the feeling of your heart cracking seems so visceral in your chest

that you dont know what to do

haechan can sense this change in you and before you collapse to your knees on his floor

he’s rushed over to you

you’ve never felt all of these emotions at once before, so when haechan pulls you close into his chest with his unhurt hand

you plead against the front of his shirt that he not let you go

that him holding you like this, is the only thing that’s keeping your heart from literally shattering

pouring out onto the space that doesnt exist between you two right now

he promises against the shell of your ear that he wont

and that he’s sorry

that all he’s done is show you this ugly version of himself, just for the sake of protecting you

but you tell him you don’t care about that

what you care about now is that he can find who did this, that he can get closure for that little boy standing next to the police officers

for the friend who’d been so pure, so sweet when you were younger

and who was forced to turn harsh to survive the world

haechan holds you for what seems like hours on the floor

you two just need this, after all this time you just need the touch of someone else

and it’s like all the memories come flooding back between you two

and when you wake up

you’re on the floor, haechan asleep there beside you

hand still on your waist

you look at his face

how it’s changed from when he was young, how he’s grown into such a handsome - strong man

but there is still of that good, kind nature in the slope of his perfect nose and the long eyelashes that kiss his cheeks

a memory you had long since buried in the back of your mind emerges

its you and donghyuck

you’re under the jungle gym, the breeze is warm

“promise me that you love me”

a young you coos, holding the wild flowers donghyuck’’s picked for you tight to your chest

he goes pink, but he promises it anyway

“i promise that i love you”

the memory is warm, it’s special and makes you feel like you’re the same kid even now

and in a way you think you are

you whisper it, as haechan sleeps

“i promise that i-”

you see haechan’s lips move

stunned, you listen in his sleepy voice as he finishes your sentence

“that i love you.”

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Can I request Arthur Morganxf!reader where she is Dutch's sister and is same age as Arthur if not a year younger and she falls for him, but Arthur always shoots her down, not because he doesnt like her but because of Dutch? But she's a sassy bitch and doesnt care about what anyone says, not Dutch, Hosea, or Arthur himself? She knows what she wants and goes for it.

:D - Did you reach into my soul and pull this request out? Because I fucking love this.

Dutch has a habit for treating everyone like he’s their father, and I suppose that’s part of his appeal, to most everyone else in the gang. To me, though, it’s mostly an annoyance, because there’s nothing quite like being the ‘baby’ sister of the leader of an outlaw gang to make you feel like folks are walking on eggshells around you, especially when he acts like more of a father than a brother to me as well.

I love him, I do, but he’s made it so on those nights where everyone’s drunk and jolly, arms around shoulders, ladies on laps, I’m treated like a leper, because everyone knows what happened to Sean that time he’d been caught with his hand on my ass: ear ringing for a week, imprint of Dutch’s ring on his cheek.

It’s annoying that he quite forgets how alike we are: we know what we want, we know our own minds, and yet he’s perfectly happy to parade around with every woman he takes a shine to, and I have to keep a friendly distance from every feller in camp lest I become a Van der Linde despoiled.

And it’d be less of a problem, if it was just Sean and Javier flirting a little when they think they can get away with it - I have no problem shutting them down.

No, Dutch’s unspoken rule about the men in the gang steering clear of me as any kind of romantic prospect bothers me only when it comes to Arthur.

I know, from talking to them, that most every woman in the camp has felt a little something for him at one time or another, and it’s not just because he’s so damn handsome, (he is). He’s got this way about him, something that’s hard to put my finger on.

He’s kind, sure, but lots of men are kind, and respectful, but lots of men are that way too. No, Arthur just has something, maybe it’s that promise of more hiding under that tough, broad-chested surface that nobody gets to see, maybe it’s seeing him chew on the end of his pen while thinking of just the right words to put in his journal, maybe it’s something more primal than that, the basic fact that there is nothing and no one he couldn’t protect me from if need be.

“Miss.” Arthur tips his hat at me when he walks by, and I’m staring at him, embarrassingly, and smile and nod at him before getting back to patching a hole in one of my blouses. But I have to glance up when he walks away - he is some kind of man.

“Careful, there, don’t think Dutch hasn’t been noticing your quiet conversations with him, and those glances.” I hadn’t seen Hosea had been looking at me, sat on the other side of the table in the middle of camp, until he speaks. I don’t like feeling annoyed with him, he’s been more of a father to me than even Dutch, at times, but it’s rather irritating to be made to feel like some blushing virgin flower to be protected when I’ve been as involved in the outlaw lifestyle as the rest of them. When I’ve had my share of men they outside this group.

I sigh, and set down my darning needle, tuck some curly black hairs behind my ear that are making my nose itch.

“Dutch notices everything.” I say. “‘Cept that his little sister is a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”

“Ain’t just about you.” Hosea says. “Arthur’s his right hand man, practically his son, what do you think it would do to the gang if you and he…” He trails off, and I fight the urge to just say the work ‘fuck.’ “Were intimate.”

“Well, I would hope that he would be pleased of me spending my time with a good man that he knows he can trust, but that would be wishful thinking now, wouldn’t it?” I stand, because I’ve no desire to fight with Hosea, and look over at where Arthur is saddling up his horse. “We’ll speak later, Hosea.” And I leave a small tap on his shoulder so he knows I’m not too angry.

If there’s anything that makes me want to do something, it’s being told that I can’t. So I cross the camp to Arthur.

“Whereabouts are you going?” I ask, conversationally. He looks up at me a little surprised, like I’ve crept up on him, but recovers quick.

“Just into town for a few things. Something you need? ‘Cause Pearson’s already given me a list as long as my arm I’m sure I could add to.” He says, and shoves a piece of paper into his satchel.

“You want some company?” I ask, and purse my lips, hoping I don’t sound too over-eager, which I rather am. It’s easier to talk to Arthur when we’re alone, when he’s not worried about doing the wrong thing or attracting too much attention.

“Sure,” he says quickly, and clears his throat as if to cover it, “assumin’ you ain’t got nothin’ on round here.”

“No, I-”

“She has actually.” Dutch’s voice always cuts through deep, and can make her feel like a child with her hand in the cookie jar. “Got some planning to do for a job I’ve got ruminatin’ on.”

I turn around, and suspect he’s crept up on me as soon as he saw where I was headed, arms crossed and looking serious. Goddamn omniscient, I swear.

“Now, Dutch?” I say, skeptically, crossing my arms myself. People have said we look like twins when we face each other down like this, even though he has a good few years on me.

“Yes, now.” He says, and that would be enough for anyone else to follow him on his heels and do as told. But I’m not anyone, I’m not his subordinate, I’m his sister.

“Not to worry, miss.” Arthur says lightly, clearly not wanting to get in the middle of it, and climbing up onto his horse. “Perfectly fine on my own.”

“That’s as may be.” I say, in a tone that tells him he should not set off just yet. “But I’ve been stuck in camp since we arrived and I want to get out for a little bit, can’t scope out the town if I’ve never been, can I, Dutch?”

He’s looking at me with a deep frown, but I know he won’t come right out and say what he’s worried about, that he doesn’t want Arthur and I alone.

“We ain’t gonna be long, Dutch.” Arthur says from behind me, and I’m surprised at him somewhat backing me up for once.

He sighs and looks at me. “Fine, I suppose it can wait.”

“Good.” I say with an overly sweet smile. “Kieran, fetch me my horse would ya?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says brightly and I watch Dutch look at me firmly a long moment before walking away.

“Phew, you two.” Arthur chuckles nervously, tapping the neck of his horse gently.

“He’s a demanding ass.” I say, and thank Kieran when he hands me the reins, conspicuously pretending he hadn’t heard what I’d just said.

Arthur chuckles roughly, and we set off after I’ve mounted up. “Only person round here with the gall to call Dutch van der Linde an ass.”

“Well, I’m allowed, and he is.” I smile, and we head out at a steady pace, arriving in Valentine in no time.

We get what we need from the general store, load it up on our horses, and I try and fail to convince him to stop at the saloon for a drink or two. It hurts a little bit, to be kept at an arms length like that, but I can’t blame him too much. He’s loyal to the end, and loyalty apparently includes doing nothing untoward with your mentor’s sister.

To save their legs, we walk the laden horses back for a bit, it’s a nice day, and we have the luxury of taking our time. Arthur has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and has draped his jacket over his horse. He runs a hand through his hair to keep it off his face.

Lord, he is going to kill me, and I don’t even know if he looks at me like that at all.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Arthur?” I ask, it tumbles out of my mouth before I can even consider it. I swear he blushes, and he rubs the back of his neck and stumbles over his words, seeming to have trouble looking at me.

“Of course… Any man would look at you and say - not that I been lookin’ at you - just…”

“Ah, forget it.” I grumble, and shake my head a little. “I’m sorry I asked, I’m not trying to embarrass you.”

“No, I know.” He lets out a long breath and looks at me then. “I do think you’re pretty, you’re very pretty.”

“Okay.” I nod, almost wanting to drop the subject because I’m a little red in the cheeks now. But I don’t think I can, because I have to at least know if he even could think about me the way I do about him.

“Sorry if I’ve given you the impression you ain’t.” He says, as we trudge on. “It’s just, you know Dutch…”

“Dutch, Dutch, Dutch.” I repeat, a little bitterly. “Always Dutch, isn’t it?”

“You what?” Arthur looks up at me, confused.

Frustrated, I stop walking.

“I’m my own person, you know? I’m not just a part of Dutch. I have my own thoughts and feelings and wants.”

“I know that.” He says, looking taken aback at this sudden outpouring from me, steadying his horse to stop too.

“No, you don’t, none of you do.” I say. “I’m not even a woman to any of you I’m just a girl.”

“That ain’t true.” Arthur says firmly, and shakes his head, putting his hands on his hips and looking at the ground. “You’re a woman, alright, a whole lot of woman. That’s the problem.”

My heart starts to race a little bit and I put my hands on my hips myself, I am not backing down from this conversation now - even if we are in the middle of a road anyone could come riding down at any moment.

“Why’s that a problem?”

He scratches the back of his neck again. “You know why.”

“No, I don’t.” I say, stubbornly, crossing my arms.

He sighs and takes his cigarettes from his back pocket. “Let’s get off the damn road if we’re gonna talk, shall we?” He says, and puts one his mouth before offering me one, which I take.

We pull our horses just off to the road side, next to a couple of trees, and Arthur leans against one, lighting his cigarette then gesturing me forward to light mine.

“You know how difficult it’s been to be around you all day for years and keep ahold of myself?” He says. “You ain’t just pretty, you’re goddamn gorgeous, you’re the only woman ‘round there I’d even think about touchin’, and I can’t.”

My throat dries at his confession, my neck feels hot. But there’s still that holding back, and I can’t stand it.

“Oh, please.” I say impatiently, and he looks at me in surprise. “I know you, Arthur Morgan, there isn’t any ‘can’t’ with you. You can do anything you damn well please.”

He’s looking at me, looking like he wants to say something but isn’t really sure what.

“So, it’s fine if you don’t want me, but don’t give me this ‘can’t’ horseshit, you could have had me any time you wanted.” I say, and lord knows I’m glad my mother isn’t around anymore to hear me talking like this. The cigarette goes wasted, I don’t really want it, I throw it down and crush it.

His own cigarette hangs out of his mouth, he looks the definition of dumbstruck.

“I could?” He says, and I sigh and look up to the heavens, almost laughing, looking for some kind of deity to help me with this fool.

“Of course you could have, you big idiot, you don’t see me looking at you? Making any excuse to be around you? You rebuff me every time.” I hold out my hands like it’s obvious.

“Only ‘cause it weren’t a good idea for me to be around you so much, not ‘cause I thought you was… Interested, in me.”

And that was something I had never considered, that he didn’t even know I wanted him, I thought it had been obvious as the nose on my face, it was plain to everyone else. My heart is beating hard, and I feel a little rush, like I’ve just ridden away from a back heist on my horse.

“Well, ya know now.” I say simply, with a shrug. “So?”

“So… what?” He looks at me with trepidation, hands on his belt.

“So, what are you going to do about it?” It’s a challenge, the way I say it - I mean it to be.

Arthur just looks at me for a long moment, like he’s trying to figure something out, and I worry, just for a moment, that he’s going to get on his horse and ride full tilt back to camp. But I should know him better than that by now, to think he’d be scared away by a woman being perfectly clear with him about how she feels.

That’s why I like him so much.

He clears the distance between us in a couple of strides and gathers me up by the waist, kisses me breathless. I have to stand on my tiptoes, I hold onto his broad shoulders like I’m going to fall over if I don’t. I might fall over if I don’t.

“Christ.” He sets me down so I’m flat on my feet but doesn’t let me go. “I am a dead man walking.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” I kiss him again, and I enjoy the little sound he hums into my mouth, and the way his big hands circle my hips and pull me tight.

“He’s gonna find out.” He mumbles when we pull apart again, but he doesn’t sound like he cares about that too terribly much.

“I can handle him, don’t worry.” I push my hands into the back of his hair, because I can’t resist feeling if it’s as soft between my fingers as I’ve always imagined.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can go back to self-restraint now I’ve kissed ya.” He smiles at me a little shyly, and I fight the urge to drag him into some thicker trees and do a lot more than kissing. “Fool as I may be for it.”

I peck his lips again. “We’re outlaws, Arthur, save self-restraint for proper gentlemen.”

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midoriyaizukustan-inactive · 4 years

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Angst ending- Deku focuses all the energy stored in OfA into his fist, including his own life force. He manages to defeat the villain, but not only his arm is ruined forever, but he manages to lift and clench it into a fist as a final gesture of victory, before dropping dead on the ground.

actual picture of me reading this ask:

HHH but,,,i can see this happening and ive actually thought abt smth similar

so im thinkin in the inevitable final battle we’re gonna have of ua vs. all for one and the league of villains, midoriya probably is gonna have to face off shigaraki and all for one all by himself (cause toshinori is not gonna be in any state to fight)(but i refuse to believe hs gonna be dead though nope no no)

maybe bakugou will be there for a couple of seconds but midroiya’s mostly gonna have to deal w it on his own

anyway so the nomus r the biggest problem. theyre strong and have absolutely no qualms abt hurting and killing ppl, and worst of all, they will not stop at anything unless u somehow manage to kill/incapacitate them bc they will Not stop obeying orders

and who gives them orders? shigaraki and all for one

midoriya picks up on this during their fight, so he’s trying as hard as he fuckign can to stop them bc holy shit his friends and teachers and schoolmates are all on the line and he CANNOT afford to mess this up

so as the battle wears on and as midoriya gets more exhausted, he realizes,,,theres only gonna be a couple ways to end this in his favor. and fuck, he’s so scared, he’s not even technically done with high school yet, he hasnt saved nearly enough people, but his friends, they need him to focus now, so-

so he starts building up one for all, but its gonna take time so he needs to figure out how he can distract all for one and shigaraki while he does this

so he talks and dodges attacks mostly bc he can’t attack at all if he wants a build-up of power

this leaves him,,,vulnerable,,,though,,,

shigaraki probs decays some of his chest nd hero suit, but its nothing midoriya can’t ignore for the time being. no, he’s mostly worried abt all for one, and if he’ll figure out what midoriya is doing

all for one does, in fact, figure out what midoriya is doing, bc this is exactly how his brother would act

so he does his power/red-black stabby quirk bs nd midoriya gets stabbed like three times (leg arm and shoulder) but still midoriya is holding on bc he needs their attention to stay on him so they cant give the nomus additional orders, nd also he needs to end this like yesterday

since midoriya is focusing on one for all, he can hear the other users’ voices. some of them are yelling at him, asking him what the hell he’s doing, doesnt he know he’s gonna kill himself?, some of them are shouting out directions for him to dodge and jump and run and anything to help keep him alive, and one voice (all for one’s brother) is telling him how to keep the power buildup so it wont rebound onto midoriya (…at least, not until it’s supposed to)

so midoriya listens, cause he cant really talk back to them to reassure them otherwise, nd he’s just. so exhausted honestly, and also his arm is starting to burn which is frankly the last thing he has time to worry about, but also it means it’s working, just a little longer-

midoriya feels smth click when his life force slides into the deal, nd all for one’s brother is kinda like “hey kid so problem” but midoriya still can’t talk back, and he can see his friends in the distance behind all for one and shiagraki on another part of the battlefield, and they look- they look-

theyre just as exhausted as he is, and theyre surrounded by nomu, and midoriya will not let them get hurt, so-

so he begins to charge, because when his life force connected with one for all’s power, he knew the build-up was ready to be used

all of the previous users are screaming at him for a hot second, before all for one’s brother gives midoriya directions on how and where to hit his brother to be most effective. midoriya ignores how sad and choked up he sounds cause he just doesnt have time-

just like all might, midoriya fakes one hit and parries with another; shigaraki is right next to them, a hand reaching out to disintegrate midoriya’s arm, so he gets caught up in the blast as well.

everything goes white for a moment and midoriya cant really feel anything for a split second.

then the world fades back in, and midoriya’s entire fucking body is burning, gaining intensity the closer you are to his arm. He’s almost certain his arm has been completely blown off, but when he opens his eyes, it’s still there.

horribly mutilated, but there. his hand is still curled into a fist, still punching all for one.

oh. all for one.

midoriya tries not to throw up at the sight.

yeah, he’s not getting back up again. the only problem is, midoriya thinks as he stumbles back a couple steps, he himself is probably not, either.

the force of the blow left him in a crater. he almost wants to cry, because dammit, everything is on fire; he knows that his entire arm and shoulder are broken, and it seems like everything else is not far behind. his nose and mouth are dripping blood, in addition to the flesh wounds on his chest (thanks, shigaraki) and the stab wounds from earlier bleeding like no tomorrow; how is he gonna climb out of here?

still, despite his grievances, midoriya shuffles forward, each step aching as he tries to claw out of the literal hole he’s punched himself into. he cant move the arm he punched with at all; his fist is still clenched.

still, he manages to heave himself up and out of the crater. the battle is at a standstill, is what he finds when he reaches the top.

some people have passed out from the sound, midoriya can see. jirou lies protected by yaomomo and kaminari as she tries to get her bearings again.

others have passed out due to the blast snatching oxygen away from them for a few precious moments. they’ll be fine, though, midoriya can tell; he can see kirishima’s chest rising and falling as he breathes unconsciously.

midoriya raises his gaze, exhuasted, to where his friends were in the distance, seconds before he punched all for one.

he can see shigaraki passed out, having hit the side of an upturned rock too hard, which was there thanks for pixie bob

his friends are okay. theyre stumbing to their feet, looking about, and he catches todoroki’s eye while they do so.

he smiles then, breathes out a sigh of relief – theyre okay – before raising his fist (the one that’s horribly mutilated; it hurts to move, but midoriya doesn’t care).

he starts falling back, then, and he can’t shift his feet to regain his balance.

he falls like a house of cards.

his breath rattles in his chest, and it’s how he knows he’s not long for this world, anymore.

he’s too exhausted to feel panicked, per se, but he- he’s gonna miss his friends so much, he’s gonna miss mom, toshinori-

tears start collecting in his eyes, but he’s too dehydrated to form enough of them that they can fall down his face freely.

he doesnt- fuck, he doesn’t regret doing it, he just-

he’s not going to last long enough for anyone to even get to him, he’s going to die with no goodbyes-

then the voices of the other users fill his head again.

their soft, sorrowful congratulations, reassurances that he did the right thing, and that dying is scary but it doesn’t hurt, and he’s going to be okay, wherever he ends up next.

it does little to ease the fear, but it does do something, so midoriya is thankful nonetheless.

im sorry, all for one’s brother says abruptly.

why?

my fight with my brother should never have ended at the cost of a teenager’s life.

midoriya can’t help but laugh a little then. he coughs up blood for it. if all it took was one life, i’m glad it was mine. i wouldnt want anyone else to fall to him.

and it’s true, midoriya isn’t lying, it’s just. he’s gonna miss his loved ones so much.

he closes his eyes, breathes out of a broken chest one more time. his lungs are too tired to inflate again.

distantly, he can hear his friends calling his name, but he’s just…so tired…

there are soft murmurings from the other one for all users, but midoriya can’t make them out anymore.

all he can really hear is a ringing in his ears, an echoing call of, “Midoriya!” but he cant…

he hasnt done nearly enough. he doesnt feel like he deserves this rest.

but…all for one is gone. surely he can take a few minutes for himself?

yes, that should be fine.

the world falls away.

#fun fact! i cried while writing this #also holy SHIT this got long im so sorry djkfjnkd #i just. have feelings #oh shit #also i learned how to finally add a read more link to go me #anyway im in tears #me: midoriya is my favorite character!#also me: what good is mha angst if midoriya doesnt fucking die in it huh #anyway u have simultaneously fed and hurt me with this ask #im cry #midoriya izuku #c makes a word #answer

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svucarisiaddict · 5 years

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can you do a nick one where the reader is a detective and she ends up in a hostage situation and the hostage taker puts the gun to her head and says something like “you love her. Don’t you?” To nick and he has to admit it

//This is so long! Sorry! I’m talking 2500+words…I get a bit carried away sometimes//

Soft light started filtering through the curtains waking you from your peaceful slumber. A heavy arm was over your body holding you in place which was fine and dandy with you. Mornings like this were few and far between for you and Nick so you were relishing every second.

“You awake?” Nick mumbled as he nuzzled his nose in your hair. His hand skimmed down your bare thigh. “Cause if your not. I’m about to give you a very rude awakening.”

“Hmmm…just how rude?” You shifted your hips to press back into Nick.

“Obscenely rude,” he replied.

“Oh, how I love Saturdays.”

Nick peppered kisses on your shoulder and down your arm while his hand traveled over your belly slowly making his way to the juncture between your thighs. Nick’s phone rang and buzzed on the nightstand. He groaned as he rolled away from you to answer. “Amaro. Got it Liv. I’ll be there in 20. No. It’s okay. I’ll call her. See ya.”

“How bad?” you asked as you sat on the side of the bed before standing and wrapping the sheet around you.

“Bad bad,” Nick answered. “Rape, homicide and hostage situation.” He pulled on his boxers and started redressing.

“Jesus. Guess that answers my next question about a shower. What time is it anyway?”

“Uh, just after 6am. You finish getting dressed. I’ll get the coffee going.” He rounded to your side of the bed and kissed your cheek. “Good morning by the way, .”

“It would’ve been a lot better if Liv hadn’t have called,” you grumbled.

Thirty minutes later you and Nick rolled up to the scene. Liv and Carisi were already there and Fin was pulling up at the same time as you.

“Mornin’ guys. Didn’t you wear that suit yesterday, Amaro? Dry cleaners closed or somthin’?” He smirked.

You hid a grin behind your coffee cup. Fin knew about you and Nick but put on that he didn’t. You had a pretty great partner in Fin. Usually, Nick had an extra suit at your place. Unfortunately, the suit he had on was extra from when he stayed the previous night.

Nick nodded his head. “Yeah. Something like that.”

The three of you reached Liv and Carisi to get a briefing on the situation at hand. She gave you a quick rundown. A man followed his ex and her new boyfriend home. Raped her, killed the new boyfriend and was now holding her and her roommate hostage.

“Hey, Nick. Is that the same suit from yesterday?” Sonny asked as the group walked to the mobile command.

“Shut up, Carisi,” Nick said.

“Sorry, Sarge,” Sonny replied.

Liv eyed you and Nick but didn’t comment. “Well now that we’ve all acknowledged that Nick is wearing the same suit he did yesterday can we please get back to the case?” She gave pointed looks to you and Nick. “Okay, guys name is Jake Malone.”

Your ears perked at the name. “The hostage taker? He early 30’s, tall, red hair?” you asked.

“Think you know him?” Fin asked.

“Possibly. An old roommate had a brother by that name. Probably a coincidence,” you concluded.

“Here is his picture,” Liv said as she passed you the tablet she had in he hand.

“It is him. Holy shit,” you mumbled. Something in his eyes was different. He was always happy, the life of the party, his eyes bright, but now they just looked sad. “Has anyone made contact with him?”

“Just one phone call from the negotiator but he hung up,” Liv informed you.

“Let me talk to him. Maybe if it’s someone he knows he’ll be more open to talking,” you suggested.

“You’re not going in there,” Nick blurted out. “Too dangerous. Even more so because he knows you.”

Everyone’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Nick’s outburst. Except for you. Right now you were shooting him daggers. Smooth, Nick. Real smooth. “Who do you think you are? Last I checked I could make my own decisions,” you snapped.

Nick pointed a finger in the air at you. “I’m your sergeant and your-” Nick stopped his speech right before he outed the two of you the squad, half the ESU and negotiations. “I’ll go. I doubt he wants to talk to a woman right now since he feels like he was screwed over by one.”

“You may be my sergeant but Liv has final say.” Crossing your hand over your chest you turned your attention to her. “So. Do you think I can handle it?”

She stood silent for a moment no doubt replaying the interaction that you and Nick just had. Liv looked between you and Nick. “Get your vest on,” she directed you.

“Your alpha male is showing,” you said in passing. You made it a point to shoulder check him.

“Really mature,” he mumbled.

“Fin you stay close to her, but out of sight,” Liv ordered.

“On it,” Fin replied. He jogged to catch up with you. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked you.

You looked around to be sure no one could hear you. “It’s like all of a sudden he sees me like some fragile porcelain doll,” you answered. “Drives me nuts.”

“He sees as more than a fellow cop now. The dynamic of your relationship has changed. Nick has always been protective but now that you two are…well together that protectiveness just went into overdrive,” Fin explained.

“You ready? We got him on the phone.” The negotiator said.

You nodded and took the phone as he passed it to you. “Jake? It’s Y/F/N Y/L/N. I’d like to come up and talk with you if that’s okay?” He repeated your name then was silent. He finally agreed but only without a gun and you had to come alone. “That’s not a problem, Jake. I’m giving my gun to my partner right now.” You unholstered your gun handing it over to Fin.

When Nick saw what you were doing he shook his head and started stalking toward you. You halted him with one look. He clenched his jaw but stayed put.

The walk up the five flights of stairs felt like it took forever. When you reached the apartment you rapped on the door. A woman opened the door with the chain attached. “I’m Y/N.” The door closed and you heard the chain slide open. You were ushered in quickly. The woman that opened the seemed unharmed physically but she was terrified. Her eyes were big as she opened the door. “What’s your name?” you asked the brunette.

“Tori,” she said.

“It’s okay, Tori. I’m gonna get you out of here,” you said in a calm voice.

Holding your hands up you made eye contact with Jake. It had been a couple years that you had seen him. His eyes were haunted.

He blinked rapidly and shook his head. “Y/N? I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it,” he said in a shaky voice. His arm was around her neck with a gun pushed to her head.

“Cause you’re a psycho. I should have known as soon as we started dating,” the blonde said. Must be the ex, Mandy.

This was your opportunity, a little role reversal. “Okay, Mandy. What did you do him?”

The look she gave you could kill. After a beat, she understood what you were trying to do. “I-I had a miscarriage, cheated on him,” she stammered. “I’m so sorry, Jake. It was wrong.”

“Too late for apologies. Our baby is gone. Maybe you should have thought about that before you became a slut,” he spat.

“I’m sorry you have to go through that. That was a horrible thing to do,” you empathized.

He lowered the gun. “I just want to be happy again,” he said.

“I know you do. What you went through, I can’t imagine.” You bite your bottom lip then took a deep breath. “Why don’t let these two go. So we can sit and talk,” you suggested.

His phone started ringing. “That will be my lieutenant. She wants to help get everyone out safely,” you stated.

He never broke eye contact with you as he answered the phone. “Hello? They’re fine. No. No. I won’t do that.” He took a deep breath then pushed on the screen of the phone setting it on a nearby table. “Tell him you are okay. He doesn’t believe me.”

“This is Sargeant Amaro. How is everyone?”

Fucking Nick. “We’re fine, Sergeant. Jake is calm. We’re talking.” The other women chimed in saying they were fine. “We were talking. Jake is going to let Tori go. Right, Jake?”

Jake put his hand to his head. “I dunno.”

“If you cooperate with them, they work with you, Jake,” you reminded him.

“Go. Fucking go.”

“Tori. Head out, slowly.” She nodded her head in acknowledgment. You breathed a sigh of relief when she got out the door. “Tori is coming down now.”

“Thank you-” Nick was saying but Jake ended the call.

Mandy tried to squirm out of his grasp. “Not you,” he said and tightened his arm around her neck.

“Please, Jake. I’m sorry. I-I want to come back. I was stupid-” she begged before she was cut off by Jake.

“You really think I want you back? A cheating whore?” he said with disgust. “I want someone that will stay loyal, honest…”

You knew ESU had cameras, mics, snipers in place by this time. It’s what I want too. Hard to find it these days. Seems all anyone wants is a roll in the hay, then see ya later.”

Jake eyed you skeptically. “Yeah. Or they act like they want to be with you but don’t actually make the commitment.”

You smiled. “You really seem to get me. Why didn’t we talk more when I and your sister were roommates?”

He actually gave you a smile. “I was too shy. You were older and just seemed out of my league.” Jake started loosening his grip on Mandy. “Do-do you have a boyfriend?”

“I really wouldn’t call him that,” you scoffed. “Probably using me like every other man has. Guess I’ll take what I can get. It’s really all I deserve.” Looking up at him through your lashes you said, “makes me wonder if there are any good guys left out there.”

“Those are boys. Men don’t treat women like that,” Jake stated. “You deserve better than whoever it is you’re with right now.”

“You’re right.” Taking a couple cautious steps toward Jake you said, “let Mandy go. Me and you, we need to be alone. Talk.”

The phone rang again. “Answer it,” he directed. “On speaker.”

Slowly you reached for the phone. “This is Detective Y/L/N.”

“This is Lieutenant Benson. Is Jake able to talk?” she asked.

“He’s here, Liv.” You nodded at Jake.

“Hello?” he said.

“I want to thank you for letting Tori go. What can we do for you?”

Jake looked to you. “It’s okay. Liv is a good person. She’ll help you,” you insisted.

“Nothing you can give me,” he said.

“How about you let Mandy go? We’ll help you get out safe,” she offered.

“I can stay with him. He doesn’t want to be alone,” you said. You could hear Nick in the background swearing and saying no way. Liv covered the speaker to block Nick. Once he had either calmed down or moved away she came back on the phone.

“Can you do that? Can you let Mandy go and Y/N can stay?” Liv asked.

Jake furrowed his brow. The hand holding the gun clenched around the handle and released. He was contemplating his choices. Jake nodded quickly.

You let out breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Liv? Mandy is on her way.”

“Great. That’s great, Jake. Thank you for working with us,” Liv said.

Mandy slowly slipped out of Jake’s arm. She cautiously walked to the door, her eyes flicking from you back to Jake. You heard the door the door open then click shut in short succession. Just you and Jake. Your mind raced with thoughts of how you were going to get out of this one. “Why don’t we sit?” you said.

Jake took a seat on the couch then gestured you to join him. “Tell me. This guy you’re with, do you work with him?”

“I do. Which was a bad decision right out of the block. I thought he may be different but…” you sighed. The things you were telling Jake were real feelings. Fin tried to talk you out of getting involved. But by the time he had found out you were in too deep with Nick. The scary part was you had fallen in love with Nick months ago.

“You love him?” he asked.

It wasn’t a question you had expected. “Yeah. Pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same. Unrequited love has to be one of the worst feelings in the world.”

A commotion at the door startled both you and Jake. Nick came busting through the door. Jake grabbed you and put the gun at your side. “Who the hell are you?” he screamed.

“Sargeant Amaro. Put the gun down, Jake!” Nick warned. He turned his eyes to you, clearly afraid. He mouthed “I’m sorry.”

“It’s you. Isn’t it? The one that has been playing Y/N,” Jake challenged.

“I’m not playing her. I love her,” Nick said softly. His eyes shifted to yours.

The next thing you knew Jake was on the floor holding his knee. The sniper finally had a clean shot. Nick rushed over and kicked the gun from Jake’s reach. ESU burst through the doors as Nick was cuffing him. Once he was taken out of the apartment by ESU it was just you and Nick.

Nick took your hand to lead you out the door. “Let’s get you checked out by the EMT’s”

“I’m fine-”

Nick sighed then mumbled. “Can’t you ever do anything you’re told?”

“Now what fun would that be?” you joked.

Nick waited for you until you got the all clear from the paramedics. He put his arm around your shoulders as you walked to the car. “I want to talk about earlier when I said I love you-”

“It’s okay, Nick. I know you said it because there was a gun held on me,” you gave him a tight smile. “I get it. Going through a divorce-”

Nick stopped and grasped your shoulders. “I love you, Y/N,” Nick interrupted you this time. He didn’t give you time to say anything as he leaned over and kissed you. Like a reflex, his arms encircled your body and yours wrapped around his neck.

Cheers, claps, and whistling made the two of you stop and giggle. When you turned Liv was the first person you saw. She had her fingers between her lips eliciting a high pitched whistle.

“Bout time!” Fin called.

Sonny was clapping and smiling wide.

“I think we have everyone’s approval,” Nick said with a beaming smile.

“Seems so.” You put your hand on Nick’s chest. “ I love you too, Nick.” This time you stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss much to the delight of the audience.

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johnnysnostril · 5 years

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You’ve Always Been Mine

chapter 14

`jooheon

sitting on the couch, i sank into the cushions and closed my eyes. this wasnt right. this wasnt how i pictured everything. i couldnt believe that wonho was sneaking around with the girl that i loved. how could she even allow him to do so. i pulled out my phone, trying to call nori’s new number. i sighed as it went straight to voicemail. she probably hasnt even turned it on yet.

i looked up from my phone, seeing hyungwon walk out into the living room, sitting next to me.

“you did on number on your knuckles there.” he said point down to my hand. i glanced down and noticed all my knuckles were bruised and red.

“i guess.” i said looking out towards the window. “why are you so angry?“ he asked as he crossed his legs.

i snapped my head back in his direction.

“im not angry- and im not having this conversation.” i said getting up from the couch. i went straight into my room, slamming the door and falling onto my bed.

“I TOLD YOU SO.” kihyun shouted through the wall.

`shownu

pulling up to the hotel, wonho and i got escorted up to the suit. we greeted the bodyguard then he knocked gently, waiting for an answer. misun slowly drew back the door- peaking through the crack before greeting us with a weak smile.

“hi.” she said almost to a whisper. she quickly glanced over at wonho- who had a patch on his nose, and dried up blood on his busted lip.

“bless your heart, please come in. i’ll make you guys some tea.” she said pulling the door completely open.

wonho took a seat on the couch, as misun started the tea.

“where’s nori?” i asked, taking off my jacket and joining her in the kitchen. she exhaled softly and nodded over to the bathroom. “bathing. i dont think she wants to be bothered.” misun turned around and placed her hands on her hips, leaning back against the counter.

“will you please explain whats happening?” her expression was full of worry.

i pulled her into a hug, shutting my eyes and sighing. she wrapped her arms around my waist, slipping her hands underneath my shirt to rub my back.

“im a tough girl, i can handle this. i just need to know that we’re safe here.” she whispered into my chest.

i nodded.

“i would never take you somewhere you’re not safe. wonho and i are staying with you guys tonight.”

she nodded and pulled back a bit to look up at me.

“something else happened-” she said searching for my eyes. “your energy is different.”

i was confused on how to tell her, that tomorrow- i would have to tell the entire world, that she was my girlfriend. i hadn’t even officially asked her yet. this situation was taking that away from her. she didnt deserve to be thrown into this.

i looked down at her, lifting my hand to push her hair back then kissed her forehead.

fuck it. i’ll just do it now.

“misun- tomorrow, a lot of changes will be happening. involving you and nori, but also- you and i.” i started.

the worry grew in her eyes.

“i never pictured this moment in this exact way- but, it doesn’t matter now. whatever happens, i dont ever want you to feel like you’re second to anything. you’ll always be top priority. no matter what. misun, will you officially be my girlfriend?”

her eyes slightly widened and she tilted her head a bit. a small smile appeared on her lips, and i could see a few tears starting to form in her eyes. her brows furrowed and she slowly nodded her head.

“of course- i would love to.” she whispered before taking a deep breath.

my smile now matched hers and she laid her head on my chest. i squeezed my arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

“tomorrow, i’ll have to announce our relationship.” i said softly.

her head shot up.

“so soon?” she questioned. i nodded. “come, sit.”

i grabbed her hand, taking her over to the couch where wonho was waiting. i sat down, then pulled her on my lap.

“when we got back to the dorm, our manager was waiting for us.” i began.

“you guys got in trouble, oh my god.” misun covered her face with her hands.

“babe- everything will be fine. i promise.” i said taking her hands. i gently placed a kiss on her knuckles and laced our fingers.

“someone took a picture of you and i, kissing.” i said rubbing her hand with my thumb. “that’s why, this all has to be so soon.”

i gave her a minute to process everything. for a moment, it looked like she was trying to solve a really hard math problem. she finally sighed and stood to her feet, releasing her hands from mine.

“okay.” she said nodding. “okay?” i shot back in questioning.

misun made her way back to the kitchen and i watched her for a moment before following her. she turned off the tea, grabbing three cups. as she poured, i held her waist.

“i know this is all so sudden. its okay to feel scared, misun.” i said softly. “it’s normal.”

she was quiet for a moment.

“fine- im terrified.” she said finally, slamming her hands on the counter.

i looked over at wonho, who got the hint about excusing himself. he silently made his way to the balcony and shut the door.

i exhaled and turned her body around to face me.

“i will not let anyone, hurt you or nori.” i cupped her cheeks and looked down at her. “you guys will always be protected. i know this is a big title for you and everything is happening so quickly- but i got you.”

i flashed her a reassuring smile and she shut her eyes.

“what am i going to do about my job?” she whispered. “i wont be able to work there anymore after all this is released.”

i thought for a moment.

“you could just let me take care of you.” i said tilting my head and chuckling a bit.

i knew that wasnt going to work for her though. she was strong, and independent. she didnt need me to take care of her. even though, i wanted nothing more- than to do so.

she folded her arms across her chest. “i dont need you to take care of me, shownu. im a grown woman.”

i laughed.

“i know, babe- at least let me take care of you- until you find something else that you wanna do. deal?” i said backing up a little extending my hand.

she glanced down at my fingers then back at me, before shaking my hand.

`nori

wrapping a towel around my body, i exhaled deeply and smiled to myself a bit. that bath was really needed. it calmed me, and put me in a better place to think.

gathering my clothes, i exited the bathroom. shutting the door behind me- i noticed shownu and misun in the kitchen. “oh, hi.” i said tightening my towel, embarrassed.

shownu turned his head and chuckled before covering his eyes with his hands. “hi, nori.”

“sorry.” i said slightly laughing. i ran off to my room and shut the door behind me.

i quickly dried off my body, putting my bra back on- then covered myself with the hotel robe. i tied it loosely around my waist as i walked over to the windows, taking in the view. as i turned my head, i noticed wonho- standing by himself on the balcony, slightly leaning on the railing. i smiled while i watched him. he almost looked like he was at complete peace. i gently knocked on the window, making him turn his head in my direction. i instantly noticed the bandage on his nose and frowned. i waved and so did he.

i held up my index finger, signaling him to wait for a moment and he nodded. i released my hair from its bun and fluffed it a little before sliding on the complementary slippers- making my way out towards the balcony.

as i shut the sliding door, the night wind tossed my curls off my shoulder.

“hi.” i said weakly. wonho opened his arms, where i felt more than welcomed. i hugged him for a bit and he slowly rubbed my back. his chest was very muscular. it felt different from hugging jooheon. he was warm and the smell of his cologne was soft, but strong. it made me smile.

as i pulled away, i examined his face. he must have been a mind-reader, cause he instantly started laughing.

“it doesnt hurt. it looks a lot worse then it is.”

how could he be so happy, right now? his member- who’s supposed to be like a brother to him, clearly broke his nose. not to mention, busted his lip.

i sighed and looked down.

“im so very sorry for all of this. its all my fault.” i said walking up to the railing. i looked out towards the city- wondering what jooheon was thinking about, right now.

“it’s really not. you didnt do anything.” he said joining me. wonho stood so close to me, that i could feel the heat coming from his body.

“i just dont understand how we got here, ya know?” i said looking at him. his eyes were already on me and he was chuckling.

“what’s so funny?” i said turning my body in his direction. he looked out towards the view and shrugged.

“i guess im just having a hard time comprehending why you picked jooheon- out of all people?”

his eyes met mine, once again- and i almost got lost for a second.

`wonho

nori was quiet for a moment. her eyes never left mine though. i wanted to be honest with her- tell her what i was really thinking, in this exact moment.

“i just think you deserve better, thats all.” i said confidently.

a small laugh released from her throat.

“if i didnt know any better, i would say you’re trying to flirt with me- mr. hoseok.” she said folding her arms across her chest.

“you’re the one who came out here with a robe on. if i didnt know any better, i’d say that you’re trying to seduce me.” i stood up straight, looking down at her and lifted my brows.

she snickered and rolled her eyes, playfully.

“it’s the only thing i have right now.”

she pushed my shoulder back and i laughed. it felt good to see her smile. havent see it in awhile.

“here- i’m sure this would do a better job of keeping you warm tonight, anyway.” i grabbed the bottom of my hoodie, lifting it over my head- slightly exposing my abs on purpose. i playfully tossed the garment on her head and she laughed.

pulling at the sleeves, it fell in her hand and her smile faded.

“i dont think i should take this.” she admitted. i tilted my head a bit.

“im not sure if its respectful to jooheon.” she looked up at me, with sadness in her eyes.

“it’s not like im giving you a ring and asking you to marry me.” i chuckled. “besides, being respectful- is the last thing on jooheon’s mind when it comes to you. so i dont think you should worry about any of that.” i leaned my back against the railing. “its just a hoode.”

“im not accepting a no from you, nori. just take it.”

she shut her eyes for a moment then nodded.

`nori

the weather changed very quickly from the time i shut my eyes, back to opening them. the sky became darker and we could smell the rain.

“we should go back inside.” wonho said softly.

he placed his palm on the small of my back, as i walked into the suit, him following behind me.

shownu and misun were still in the kitchen talking, as we approached them.

“well, its been a very long night- to say the least. i think im just gunna go to bed now.” i said sighing. misun nodded and made her way over to me, giving me a hug. “goodnight, i love you.” she said squeezing me. “i love you too!”

i said goodbye to shownu and hugged wonho, then made my way to my bedroom.

later that night

i laid in bed as the rain drops hit the window hard. i was tucked under the sheets, in wonho’s sweater. i did feel a little awkward, i must admit. i didnt have on any underwear. i defiantly wasnt going to put the liquor stained ones on, and i was in the room by myself.

thats okay right?

thunder crashed through the sky and i jumped, throwing the blanket over my head.

god, i hated weather like this. i really hated being alone at times like these.

i didnt wanna wake misun- im pretty sure she was exhausted. i slowly removed the blanket from my head and sighed. my stomach instantly started growling. i groaned and sat up.

“but theres no food here.” i said talking to myself. i glanced over at the clock.

2:48am

room service is defiantly out of the question. getting up from the bed, i glanced at my clothes on the floor. i scrunched up my face and pouted at the thought of putting last nights underwear on.

it’s fine- im sure wonho and shownu were long gone. its just misun and i- plus, i wont even show my body when i speak to the guard at the door, when i ask him to send someone for food.

i slipped on the underwear, instantly regretting it- as the smell of liquor took over my nose. as i opened the door slowly, i peaked out into the dark hallway.

making my way through, i stopped in the kitchen to double check the fridge.

“cant sleep either?”

i jumped, slamming the fridge shut and looked out into the living room.

wonho was sitting on the couch, smiling over at me.

“what are you still doing here?” i said pulling down his sweatshirt. it hit me just before my thighs, so i felt really exposed.

“oh, uh- shownu didnt tell you that we were staying?” he asked. i shook my head.

“you scared me.” i said breathing a little heavy. my heart was beating fast and i placed my palm over my chest.

he flashed a smile as he got off the couch.

“im sorry- i didnt mean to.” he slipped his hands in his pockets and lifted his brows. “you hungry?” he questioned.

“uh- just a little..” i said trying to hide behind the counter. he laughed at my actions.

“you dont have to hide. i know how to control myself, nori.”

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taenamseok · 6 years

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After Party of Three

Masterlist

Paring: Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: A lot

Summary: Being bored out if your mind is obviously not fun, but when you wish for a little fun, do you get more than you bargained for?

You were told to wait here. You were so bored in the plain dressing room, you wished you were allowed to watch the boys on stage. Hoseok told you that you weren't allowed to because you hsowed up in clothes that he considered too revealing, and he didn't want any of the guys messing up because they were too distracted by you. You didnt think your outfit was too bad, a swoop necked long sleeved shirt and mid thigh length skirt with fishnets and ankle boots. You scrolled through Instagram as you waited for him to get back. It felt like an eternity before the door knob twisted open, a very sweaty Hoseok stepping in, instantly ripping off his leather jacket and tossing it to the side. He grabbed a towel from the vanity, wiping off his face and sighing deeply before looking over to you. "You missed a great performance, baby." He chuckled. "I wouldn't have missed it if you let me see it." You pouted. "Well maybe if you didn't wear such a sexy outfit you wouldn't have been put back here." he says. "Its not even that bad!" You shout, standing and twirling around to show off the outfit. "Hm, well the other boys didn't think so. Especially Jungkook. He was tense the whole time you could practically see his boner popping out off his pants. These leather pants, you know, they leave very little to the imagination." he says, pointing to his own crotch, his bulge prominent. "Well that's your faults that you can't control about it or think about something else." You say, crossing your arms and raising your head. "Our faults? Hm. Well then, I still think you should help Daddy with his problem, don't you?" He smirks, walking you backwards until you reach the couch. He turns the both of you, sitting himself on the couch and you on the floor in front of him. He quickly unbottons his pants, pulling his member out, and it bounces against his stomach. You lick your lips, the sight of his red, swollen cock practically making you drool. "Well then, get to it." He says. You nod, standing up on your knees as you take him in your hand, the cool touch of your fingers causing him to hiss. You lick a big stripe on the underside of his shaft, right on the pulsing vein, while staring up at him. "Fuuuck baby girl." He sighs, his eyes meeting yours. You place a small kiss on his head before dripping some spit on him, finally taking his head into your mouth. "Ugh, dammit!" He hisses as you dip your head down, giving a fairly harsh suck. His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping it tightly as you bob your head up and down, breathing through your nose as you take him in as deep as you can. You hear a knock on the door, and you try pulling your head up, but he pushes you back down, hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him, causing him to groan loudly. "Come in!" He shouts, causing you to panic. The door slowly swings open, and Hoseok keeps moving your head so you cant see who it is. "Jungkook-ah. Hurry up. Close the door." Hoseok commands between grunts. Jungkook? Why is he here? You grip onto Hoseok's thighs, forcing yourself off of him to catch your breath. You gasp and both of them watch the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his cock. "Holy fuck." Jungkook sighs, and you look up at him, his cheeks red and chest already heaving. "I hope you don't mind, baby girl, but I invited Jungkook to join in. You caused him a big problem, and I think you need to help him too." Hoseok says, leaning forward to brush your hair with his fingers. "What do you say?" "Can I, Daddy?" You ask, not sure if this is a trick or not. You've always been infatuated by Jungkook. You knew he had a great body and a baby face that did not match. "You can, baby, but only if you help Daddy at the same time. So you're gonna continue sucking me off while you let Jungkookie play with you, alright?" Hoseok asks. "Y-yes Daddy." You nod, your eyes not leaving Jungkook's. His shoulders relax, a sigh of relief escaping from between his lips. "Jungkook, come sit." Hoseok says, patting the other end of the couch. The younger man nods, taking his seat on the cushion. "Baby girl, come on up here." Hoseok commands, and you follow, taking the seat between the two men. "Now, get on all fours, that's it, make sure Jungkook can see that pretty pussy of yours." He smirks, and you do as he says. Jungkook adjusts himself so his back leans against the arm of the couch, one of his legs planted on the ground as the other lays between yours. He scrunches up your skirt, letting it bunch at your hips. His hands ghost over your ass and the back of your thighs, causing you to tremble in anticipation. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." He groans, his head rolling back. "What is it?" Hoseok asks, his fingers running through your hair. Your forehead presses against his chest in embarrassment, knowing exactly what Jungkook is talking about. "Shes not wearing any panties under these fishnets." He sighs, his cold fingers tracing over your semi exposed slit. You whimper at the contact, and Hoseok pulls your head up. "You dirty girl, you're not wearing any panties and you have the audacity to say it's our fault we're turned on?" Hoseok growls. You shriek as you feel a harsh slap land on your ass, and you turn your head to see Jungkook rubbing the area. He lands another harsh smack on the other cheek, and your topple forward, your head resting on Hoseok's thigh. "Damn, Kookie, I didn't think you'd have it in you. Do whatever you want." Hoseok says. "Get back it, baby girl." He says, holding his cock in his hand. You nod, taking him back in your mouth. You bob your head a few times before gasping. You feel Jungkook tear a hole in your fishnets, right where your pussy is. He places his hands on your ass as his thumb traces your dripping slit. "Fuck, you're so wet, kitten. Did Hyung do this? Or was it me? Or maybe both." Jungkook says, and you can hear his smirk. "Do you like us both being here?" He dips his finger in between your folds, and you moan around Hoseok's cock. The vibrations cause Hoseok to jerk his hips and moan, his length hitting the back of your throat. "Such a dirty girl. Getting soaked from two men." Jungkook says, landing another slap on your ass as he adds another finger. His middle and ring finger fuck into you as you suck off Hoseok. "Dammit, fuck baby, keep doing that. Make Daddy cum. You can do it." Hoseok gasps through groans. You suck harshly, and he grabs your hair, holding you up as he moves his hips, fucking into your mouth. It only takes him a few thrusts before the sweet, salty mixture shoots into your mouth. You try your best to keep it in your mouth, but the pace of Jungkook's fingers make it almost impossible. Hoseok pulls out of you, a small trail still connecting you. "Swallow, baby. Come on." He cooes, his thumb caressing your cheek. You do as he says, swallowing his cum and opening your mouth to show him like you always do. "Good girl. Such a good girl." He sighs, placing a kiss on the top of your head as you moan from the pleasure Jungkook's fingers are giving you. "How does she feel, Jungkook?" He asks. "I think she's ready for you, Hyung." Jungkook says, his palm rubbing your ass. "Ready for me? You're the one doing it, Kook." Hoseok smirks. Jungkook stops his movements, and you can just imagine his face. "I get to fuck her?" He asks, his voice breathy. "She has to help you somehow, right? Just use this. I'm the only one that gets to fill her up." Hoseok says, tossing something to the younger man. "Oh fuck." Jungkook sighs. "I'll undress her though." Hoseok says, standing up and pulling you up with him. His lip connect with yours, the kiss instantly heated and deep. Your lips move together in perfect harmony, just as they have since your third date over a year ago. His hands run under the hem of your shirt, lifting it up over your head, pulling your lips away for only a second. His kisses trail down from your lips to your jaw, stopping at your neck only to leave a few marks on the soft skin. As he gets to your collarbone he reaches behind you, unclipping your bra and sliding it off. He turns your bodies sideways, allowing Jungkook to watch as he takes your hardened nipple into his warm mouth, tweaking the other one between his fingertips. Your head falls back, eyes closed in absolutely bliss as he continues to toy with you. He switches sides, sucking on the other one while he plays with the first one, but it doesnt last long. His kisses trail down your stomach, down to the waistband of your skirt. His fingers play with the zipper on the side, his eyes meeting yours, a gleam of dominance in them as his lips turn up into a smirk. He pulls the zippers down, tugging the skirt harshly and quickly down to your ankles. He helps you step out of them, also helping take off your boots. His fingertips play with the band of the fishnets, but Jungkook stops him. "Hyung. Leave them on. I like the feeling of them under my fingers." You look over to the younger man, still clothed, but his protected cock laying against his stomach, just like Hoseok does. "Ah, alright then. You did rip a nice hole in them, I'm sure you'll do just fine." Hoseok smirk, placing a playful slap on your ass while standing back up. "Come one, kitten. I promise I'll make it worth youry while." Jungkook smirks, winking at you. You look at Hoseok one last time for reassurance, and he nods at you. You gulp as you make your way towards Jungkook slowly. He tilts his head back, his arms resting on the back of the couch, looking at you expectantly. "You're gonna take care of me, right? That's what Hyung told me before we went on stage. I couldn't stop thinking about it. So, if you're gonna help me, ride me, kitten." He says. You nod, crawling on top of him. You place one of your knees on each side of his hips, sitting back on his knees. "You sure you're wet enough, kitten? Let me check." Jungkook says. He sits up a bit, dipping his hand down between your legs as his lips meet your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses as his fingers slide between your folds again. You tilt your head, giving him more access, soft moans escaping your lips. "Fuck, you're ready. So fucking ready." He mumbles into your neck. His arm snakes around you, his palm flat on your lower back as he pulls you closer to him, you knees pushing apart and your bare chest presses against his clothed one. He pulls his fingers out of you, taking a hold of his cock and lining it up to your entrance. You lower your hips, taking him in slowly as he stretches you out. "Oh, shit, ah." He groans, his eyes tightly shut and his head leaned back. You take him all in, resting your head on his shoulder, the feeling of finally being full almost overwhelming. He's not as long as Hoseok, but he's a little bit thicker, stretching out your walls just a bit, but it feels so good. "You feel so fucking good, kitten. So fucking good around me." Jungkook gasps, he chest heaving already. "Hyung, how do you not fuck her 24/7?" Jungkook asks, causing Hoseok to chuckle. "Oh, Kookie, we fuck a lot more than you think." Hoseok replies. He takes a seat next to the two of you, his hand rubbing the smooth skin on your ass. He gives it a small slap, causing you to moan and shift forward, which causes Jungkook to moan. "Fuck, kitten, if you're not bouncing on my cock in the next 5 seconds we'll punish you so hard you'll have to be carried home." Jungkook growled. His words sparked something in you, and you did as he said, raising your hips slowly before dropping all the way back down. His hands grip onto your hips, leading you up and down on his cock. Skin slapping and moans echo throughout the room. "Damn, baby. I never thought I'd like seeing you getting fucked by another man so much." Hoseok groans, palming himself through his leather pants. "You better be ready for round two with Daddy when we get home." One of Jungkook's hands run over your thighs while the other runs up your stomach, up to your chest, gently massaging your breast. You feel another hand slide in between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. You double over in pleasure as Hoseok starts rubbing you, moaning loudly into Jungkook's neck. You wrap your arms around his neck, desperately needing something to hold onto while they brought you closer and closer to your high. You heard Jungkook's soft moans sound from next to you, they sounded so angelic, as if he were singing while fucking you. The pleasure from Hoseok's fingers on your clit had made you incapable of movement, and you stopped bouncing on Jungkook. "You can't move, can you?" He sighs, and you shake your head in response. "Do you want to stop?" He asks softly, and you shake your head again. "Fuck me, Jungkook, please fuck me." You beg, your voice muffled. You can tell his cocky ass is smirking. "As you wish, kitten." He says, gripping your ass and raising you up a bit before moving his hips. He slams into you repeatedly, and you cry out. Your stomach starts to feel warm, and you can feel you're getting close. Your moans become higher in pitch, and your hand finds it's way into Jungkook's hair, gripping tightly onto the loose locks. "Ah, shit! You're so fucking tight! You're close aren't you?" Jungkook groans. You whine in response. Both of the men speed up what their doing, dead set on giving you the best orgasm of your life. "Fuck!" You cry out, your grip on Jungkook tightening. "Do you want to cum, baby girl?" Hoseok asks. "Y-yes Daddy! Please!" You groan. "Alright baby, you can cum whenever you're ready. I won't make you hold it. You get to cum all over Jungkook's cock." "That's right, kitten. I want to feel you clench around me." Jungkook grunts. It only takes a few more of his thrusts to send you over the edge. Your hips stutter, and you moan into Jungkook's neck as you clench around his length. "Shit, shit, shit, ah!" He shouts, his cock twitching inside of you as he releases into the condom. Hoseok pulls his hand away as Jungkook softly thrusts, allowing you to ride out your highs. You sigh deeply, your body relaxing against his as you catch your breath. "Damn." He sighs through shaky breaths. He hugs you tightly, rubbing your back softly. "Thank you, Y/N. And thank you, Hyung." He says, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before lifting you off of him. You lay on the couch as he gets up, disposing the filled condom as Hoseok kneels on the floor beside you, pushing the hair out your face. You looked absolutely fucked out, and they loved it. "I hope you're not too tired, baby girl. You still have at least one more round with me at home." Hoseok says with a wink.

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hardyimagines · 6 years

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The Decision — Part 3

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Can I ask for a request? Alfie had to give up the reader because hes facing a powerful and dangerous enemy but he doesnt tell the reader. She ends up dating tommy (who doesn't know about her past with alfie) and on their wedding day Alfie shows up. Idk what happens next lol but I just would love to read about tension and emotions and alfie just like being vulnerable. Thank you 💜💜💜

Omg so your new Alfie fic is amazing! I've never requested anything before or made a suggestion but I wanted to suggest that maybe (if you want), can you include a part where the main OC does end up getting hurt and she's possibly pregnant (maybe loses it) with Alfies child and he doesnt know but then he finds out?! Whether she gets hurt bc of Tommy or Alfie it's up to you but I'd like to read that

Requested by: @fuckitsharam & @stylingco

Word count: 5.7k ||| Status: completed

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How did you get here? Staring at your reflection in the mirror, your red eyes studied your dress. The white material hung low on your shoulders, hugging your form snugly as it ran over your curves and down to the floor. It had a lengthy, lacy, floral printed train. This was your wedding day. The block in your throat was one of confusion. There was a large amount of hatred for yourself in your gut and you weren’t sure what to do about it. Today was meant to be the happiest day of your life, the day you agreed to love a man for eternity in return for his love as well. The man you wanted was not here though. Alfie Solomons was no doubt sitting in the office of his bakery, lost in mounds of paperwork, oblivious to just where you were and what was about to happen. Thomas Shelby. He was standing at the end of the isle, tuxedo nicely suiting those sky-colored eyes of his. You didn’t mind marrying Tommy. He treated you well enough. He’d only been rough with you once and it was one drunken mess. You shut your eyes, instantly reminded of the night a few days ago.

The engagement ring was swallowing your ring finger whole, a promise that you would be Thomas Shelby’s forever. He’d been downstairs, drinking himself into madness and you’d hoped he’d stay down there all night. Your mind was at ease until you heard him climbing, well more or less stumbling, up the steps to your bedroom. He’d thrown the door open forcefully, causing the door to rattle so hard, you thought the hinges might give out and break off. You’d turned to face him with a careful gaze, brows furrowed in confusion as he set his bottle of gin down roughly on the vanity near the door. “Jesus Christ, Tommy, what the hell’s wrong with you?” You hissed, hand covering your heavily beating heart. He’d had a rough day at work, entirely too stressful for him to apparently cope while sober. He hadn’t given you much of an answer. His thick fingers were rough, gripping at your arms as he pulled your body toward his. You tried to keep up with the frantic kisses he was giving you, but it was entirely too difficult to keep up with the pace. “Tommy.. Tommy, hang on.” You moved your small hands to his shoulders to settle him like you did with Alfie, but he took that as a sign of rejection. He had your small body pressed roughly against the wall in seconds, chest pressing against yours, restricting you from moving. “Thomas, my belly-“ you pushed at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. Thomas Shelby’s eyes were glazed over with a faraway look and he was seething. He spit words of venom at you, warning you not to refuse him, because he was tense and needed some sort of relief but when you’d cried out because he was pressing himself too hard against you, he’d jerked back in fear. Your hands fell to your stomach instinctively, cradling your child as best as you could as you slid down the wall to rest in a heap on the floor. Tommy’s eyes were bright and apologetic. He knelt down to tell you he wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but you’d shoved him away and told him to get the hell out.

Why were you so forgiving?

It was only two days before you let the man back into your arms, allowing him to kiss and love on you. The question hung in the air of ‘would he act like this again’, but you were so young and so so naive. You’d forgiven him and you’d agreed to still marry him.

Your polished fingertips traced the veil that shielded your soft features. Your eyes were shimmering with the lightly coated, but visible makeup, pink lips turned down into a light frown, but you forced it upward. Tommy’s family and friends were shoved into the small building, every seat filled with a guest. You didn’t have any family that would attend. Your mother wasn’t one for weddings, she gave her congratulations from afar and your father was no longer living, so you would be walking down the isle accompanied by Arthur. Your small hands lifted to cup your face as you let out a long sigh of disappointment. When would things go back to normal? You wondered. Normal was with Alfie. Things would no doubt never be normal again— not unless he was the bloke waiting at the end of the isle for you. God you missed Alfie.

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Everyday was hectic those last few weeks, but one day in particular was unforgettable. You were curled up on the sofa in the living room. It was freezing cold outside and because the furnace in your house didn’t have a knob that worked, it was either scalding hot in the house or icy inside. You found yourself lounging around in Tommy’s shirts, completely unbuttoned as you sprawled out on the sofa. The hot heat that pumped from the vents in the house kept you from shivering from the wintry chill outside, but god you were unhappy inside and even more unhappy outside. The front door opened and Tommy came stumbling in, scarf wrapped around his neck and chin to shield some of his face from the cold. “It’s a fucking blizzard out there.” He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief at the cozy inside of your home. His blue eyes fell on you, allowing them to scan your breasts, along your ribs and down to your swollen belly. “It’s a fucking furnace in here.” You moaned, wiping some of the sweat from your forehead. Sitting up on the floral patterned fabric, you stood up, hand resting beneath your belly as you moved toward him. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.” Peeling the scarf away from his sharp jaw, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his rosy lips and then brushed your warm thumbs along his pink cheeks. “You were out for entirely too long, do you want to get sick, Mr. Shelby?” Thomas laid his hands on your hips. “There was a little problem at the bar, but it’s taken care of now.” He kissed the tip of your nose before lifting his scarf off and away from his neck. The man moved to the corner to hang up his black trench coat, navy-colored scarf and then slipped out of his shiny black shoes. He stuck his hand into his trouser pocket and dragged out the tin of cigarettes. Opening the top, he slid a stick out and placed it between his slightly chapped lips before moving to take a seat on the couch. “Right.” He sighed, immediately warmed up now. “You know.” You whispered, approaching him as he sat comfortably. “You might as well just strip.” You smiled lazily. “It feels better when you don’t have fabric clinging to you.” Moving across the carpet, you climbed on to his lap and moved your nimble fingers to the buttons on his white shirt. “What was happening at the bar?” You asked softly, pressing a lazy kiss to the man’s jaw.

The shirt you wore slid off of your shoulders and you didn’t bother pulling it back into its proper place. Your lips were trailing along the side of his neck, down to his collarbone before he spoke up, halting your movements. “Alfie Solomons.” He whispered. “An old mate of mine, he dropped by today. Came as a bit of a shock, I haven’t seen him in so long.” You stiffened in his lap. Straightening instantly, your eyes glazed over with confusion. Thomas knew Alfie? “Alfie Solomons?” You whispered quietly. “Yes, Alfie Solomons. I believe you know him— he’s father of your babe.” He ushered to your stomach. After a moment of his words setting in, you scrambled off of his lap, brows creasing in confusion. “Y-you know?” Thomas nodded lightly, features calm as he continued to smoke what was probably his hundredth cigarette that day. “I’m not stupid pet. I’ve got eyes and ears all around. I was sure to find out eventually.” Guilt strangled you. “When did you find out?” You asked, voice cracking lightly. You moved your small hand to your throat, swallowing harshly. “Don’t get all stressed, that’s not good for you or the child. I’m not upset.” He told you quietly before standing. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, ocean eyes fixated on your face. “I found out the day you went to Camden Town to see your mother. Polly told me. Did you see Alfie that day?” He pulled the cigarette away from his lips so that his words weren’t mumbled.

You felt as if you might vomit. You should’ve told the man sooner. Pushing your hair out of your eyes, you inhaled shakily. “I just went by to tell him that I was pregnant.” “And things escalated?” He asked, flicking some of the ashes into the tray on the table before he licked his lips and placed the colored end back between his lips to take another drag. “There’s no sense in lying. I’m sure something happened between you and Alfie.” You swallowed quietly before crossing your arms, effectively shutting the shirt you wore. “Yes.” You told him truthfully. “You don’t need to go into detail.” He told you softly before lowering himself down on a chair. His knees spread and he ushered you toward him. “You know I love you, mh?” You stared down at the shimmering orbs before you and nodded softly. “He has no clue that I’m the one you’re seeing, does he?” You shook your head side to side. “I didn’t think it would matter, I didn’t know you knew each other.” Thomas sighed softly before slowly guiding you down and on to his clothed lap. “It takes a while to let someone go. I know that better than anybody. I don’t blame you for.. whatever it is you did with Alfie, but I want to know if it’s him you still want.” Your eyes latched on to the man’s. It was Alfie. It would ALWAYS be Alfie. But there was no future with him. He wanted you, but wouldn’t allow himself to have you. “No, it’s you that I want. Alfie.. he doesn’t want things to move forward. He’s told me plenty of times now that things just won’t work.” Tommy brushed his thumb along your hip slowly, fingers pressing gently into your lower back. “If he loved you, he’d made it work.” You nodded your head slowly before biting on your lip. “That’s why I’m marrying you and not him.” Your lips locked with his in a soft kiss before you shrunk back slightly to eye his charming smile. Things would work out between you and Tommy. He loved you and you loved him, but you couldn’t believe you were marrying one of Alfie’s friends.

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You made your way out of the dressing room and into the main hall. The wide, white double doors were closed. On the other side of them, the crowd was waiting. Every single person in the room would stare at you in awe, enamored by your beauty. You leaned over to adjust the straps of your heels before glancing around. “Arthur?” You hissed softly in question, looking around for the man. You didn’t want to be too loud though and catch the attention of everyone inside the chapel. “Arthur?” You called out again, a little louder this time. The man poked his head around the corner, guiltily rubbing at his nose, snorting twice. “Yeah, right, sorry, I’m here.” His dress shoes tapped softly against the tiled floor, arm outstretching so that he could offer it to you. “You look beautiful.” He told you softly, smiling down at you kindly. The entire Shelby family approved of you, which was very nice to know, but of all of them, aside from Tommy, you felt closest to Arthur.

The music sounded loudly, signaling for everyone to stand. The double doors opened wide and Arthur began to lead you toward your fiancé. Your fingers gripped tightly on to your soon-to-be brother in law, shimmering orbs glistening as they stayed stuck to Tommy, not bothering to look around the room. Your heels clicked softly against the floor, but the noise was drowned out by the booming music from the piano. Arthur halted at the front before taking his spot as his best man beside his brother. You took Tommy’s hand and gave him a light smile. He exchanged one of his own before helping you up the small steps so you could come to a stop beside him. He was infatuated with you, blue eyes absolutely stuck on your small form as the ceremony began. “We are gathered here today to join this man,” He ushered to Thomas. “and this woman,” He ushered to you. “In holy matrimony. Before we begin, I would like to ask if anybody here would like to object? You may speak now or forever hold your pea—“ The crowd all seemed distraught when someone instantly spoke up. The crowd turned toward the back of the room where the gruff voice had come from, effectively cutting the man off at the front of the altar. You froze, shimmering eyes moving between Tommy’s.

Alfie was sitting at the back beside a pillar. His beard was trimmed and he wore no hat. He was clad in some black slacks, a white shirt, and a black vest. Do to the heat in the room, he’d rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and was currently clenching his fists. When he got the invite, it only specified the name of the groom, not the bride. Alfie felt the most indescribable pang in his chest when he saw you there, shining brighter than every star in the galaxy. When his awe and shock had subsided, he stood instantly. You were his and even if he couldn’t be with you, he wouldn’t stand by and let you marry another man, especially not Tommy fucking Shelby. “Yeah, I have to object here, right, yeah, that girl up there, she’s mine.” Alfie stood tall, visible throughout the entire room because of his height. You slowly turned your head toward the back of the room, lifting your veil so you could see better. There he was, clear as day. Alfie fucking Solomons. Tommy turned toward the man as well, squinting. “Alfie, I sent you an invitation to the wedding as a peaceful arrangement, not for you to disrupt.” You sent a look of horror to Tommy. “You invited him?” Pushing the veil out of your face again when it tried to fall, you stared at the man in shock. “You invited him? Why would you do that?” Staring at Tommy in complete disbelief, your mouth fell open wider, trying to absorb the information. He knew of your feelings for Alfie and he purposefully brought the man here? You, teary eyed and beyond confused, spun around on your heel and took off down the length of the long isle. Your eyes caught Alfie’s briefly before you shoved the doors open angrily and stormed out of the chapel. As you expected, the bearded man was quick to rush after you and Tommy was quick to rush after him. “Alfie, let her be!” You heard Thomas yell. “I can’t do that, mate, right, because you didn’t tell me that she was the one you was fucking marrying, did you? Now she’s in fucking tears- and thats your fucking fault!” Alfie turned angrily on his heel.

The men were face-to-face. Alfie was furious, eyes raging and bright. “I told you about her. I fucking did, right, yeah, and you, you fucking talked to me about her, and were knowingly with her? It’s a noble fucking thing to do, yeah, to tell a man when you’re messing around with his girl, innit?” You turned when you heard the two shouting at one another. Wiping away a stray tear that managed to escape, you yanked off your veil and threw it down in the street. “She’s not your girl though, is she Alfie, because you left her. It’s not my fault we met and fell in love.” Thomas was a lot more calm than Alfie and it was obvious. The vein in Alfie’s temple looked as if it were about to explode. “Alfie.” You whispered softly, attempting to grasp his attention. He turned, eyes ablaze, but when they settled on you, clad in your beautiful white gown with your swollen belly, they softened. “Pet..” You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t fucking mean to make a scene, right, I just couldn’t watch you go through with that. You’re meant to be with me.” You stood in front of the men, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re both unbelievable.” You moved your small hands to your head. “Alfie, I’ve tried. I’ve been so patient with you, I tried- I told you I’d be with you, but you pushed me away, several times.” Alfie straightened, letting out an incoherent string of words. “I know, I messed up, pet, right, I do fucking know that, but I want to be with you.” Your eyes moved between his before you slowly looked to the floor. “Wanting to be with me and actually being with me are two different things, Alfie.” The man rubbed down his beard, eyes flickering around the empty roads before he let out a loud groan of frustration. Stepping toward your much smaller form, his large hand lifted to the back of your neck and he guided you toward him. Your belly pressed lightly against him and everything around you fell on deaf ears. Alfie pressed his lips against yours tenderly, fingers weaving in the back of your tamed curls. You should’ve pulled away. This wasn’t fair for Tommy to see, but you couldn’t help but kiss him back. Your small fingers curled in the front of his shirt, holding him against you securely. Goosebumps rose on your skin as, for the first time, Alfie laid his hand against your stomach. The little boy inside kicked harshly at the pressure on his home, but Alfie’s hand remained in place, thumb running along the round ball. You were going in to deepen the kiss when the doors to the church opened with a bang. Parting from Alfie with a shaky breath, your hand remained curled in his white shirt, watery eyes falling to the floor before you embraced him as tightly as possible. It was quite difficult with your belly in the way, but the two of you managed.

Backing up when Tommy cleared his throat, he stood in front of the two of you, hands stuck deep in his trouser pockets. You smoothed your hair out of your face and tucked it away behind your ear as the wind blew around the three of you and the rest of the Shelby family that joined in. This was none of their business, you thought, but apparently Tommy’s business was theirs too. Tommy crossed his arms, eyeing you expectantly, as if you were the one with explaining to do. “How could you invite Alfie after I told you specifically how strong my feelings for him were? I told you I was working to get over him and that I was making progress, so why would you take it upon yourself to send him an invitation!” He could feel the heat from your rage radiating off of your form. He didn’t flinch beneath your angry words, he merely stood there, unfazed by your shouting. “You cheated.” He pointed out. You were taken aback by his simple words. Biting on your cheek, your small hands curled into fists. “And you nearly hurt my baby, you drunk bastard.” Shoving past the men, you made your way back toward the chapel so you could put on your original clothes. Yanking the ring off of your finger, you threw it to the ground. You were not marrying Thomas. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Alfie spun on his heel and gripped the front of Tommy’s shirt, catching the bloke off guard. Thomas was watching you storm off one moment and the next, he was being spat on by the angry Jewish gangster. Yanking him forward, he angrily glared down at him. “You.” He hissed in disbelief. “You knew her name. You knew her face, every little detail about her. Did you knowingly go after her?” Alfie whispered. You paused on the steps, finding his soft voice much scarier than his loud one. Eyeing the man who towered over Tommy, you slowly curled your hands in your dress, looking between all the Shelby’s. They could easily pounce on Alfie if things got bad. Thomas shook his head coolly. “She was involved with me, Alfie, before I even knew she had dated you. I really do love her.” Alfie shoved the man back. “That’s a bit hard to fucking believe, innit, when you’ve brought myself and her to the same fucking place. What kind of reunion did you expect, my dear boy?” Alfie licked his lips before taking a step back. His cane dug into the pavement sharply and you could see his grip tightening on the handle. “Alfie-“ Pushing your way through the large crowd, your small hand wrapped around his arm. “Don’t.” Your hand slid down the length of his arm to gently wrap around his much bigger one. Easing his grip instantly so he was simply holding the cane now, you looked at Tommy and then up to Alfie. You weren’t sure which of them had hurt you more? Alfie had done it with the intention of keeping you away so that he could protect you. Tommy, you still weren’t sure why he’d invited Alfie, but he had, and that was like a stab to the chest. It was as if your feelings didn’t even matter to him.

Michael stepped forward, ensuring that his slicked hair was firmly kept in place, he squinted to Alfie. “Don’t ruin this wedding. Which fucking side are you on, Alfie?” Your eyes shot to the boy. Was that a serious question? Was he referring to you and Tommy as sides? Or was he referring to the friendship Alfie and Thomas shared. “I don’t give a fuck right now, kid!” Although you’d relaxed the muscles in his arm, the anger was still more than evident in his sharp tone. “The wedding is already ruined.” You explained. “Tommy did that himself.” You told the entirety of the Shelby family before pulling on Alfie discreetly, wanting desperately to just get out of here, but the large man didn’t budge. He merely shot you a pleading look. He wanted to let his anger out. There was more than one way for him to do that though and you were more than willing to help him out, you just needed to get away from here. You pulled on him again and Alfie spun around to face you, towering over you like a dark cloud over a city. Lifting your hand to his cheek, you leaned up on your toes, lips almost close enough to meet his, if he would’ve just dipped his head a little more. “You and I need to have a serious, serious talk, Mr. Solomons.” You told him softly, lowering yourself back down to flat feet when he tried to kiss you. Looping your fingers through his, you pulled on him for what felt like the hundredth time, but when he finally obliged, he didn’t walk away silent. As he began to back up, he pointed his cane at Tommy. “This isn’t over, mate, right. I don’t appreciate you fucking around on my girl.” He halted again and you moaned in frustration. “Matter of fact, yeah, I should jam this fucking cane right between those pretty little blue fucking eyes of yours, right, for laying a fucking hand on her.” You closed your eyes and turned on your heel, deciding you’d just wait. “It was a misunderstanding, Alfie. I’d had too much to drink.” Alfie arched a brow at Tommy’s poor excuse. “Right, well, lay off it then, yeah, women don’t like a bloke who’ll fucking hit em.” The streets were silent now as everyone soaked in the current situation. You leaned over and tore the end of the wedding dress to prevent the overly long material from dragging along the pavement. Throwing the fabric toward Tommy, you finally pulled on Alfie, managing to get him only a few steps away before he nodded once. It was as if he had been pondering something the entire time and had finally decided. He broke away from you again.

“Alfie- Alfie, what are you doing?” You curled your hands tightly at your sides before looking up to the sky and begging for someone to have mercy on you and let this whole situation come to an end. The man moved away from your side and charged toward Thomas. You moved your hands to your lips, directing your gaze back to the pair of men. Oh, god. John and Arthur stepped forward as they watched Alfie approach, hands curled so tightly, his fingers were turning pale. Thomas halted his brother’s, knowing that this would get really bad, really quickly if things escalated. He could take a punch. So he did. Alfie swung his arm hard enough to break Tommy’s fucking jaw. A sickening crack filled the street followed by a loud shout of pain from Tommy. He was hunched over, cradling his nose and the side of his face. Tommy halted his brother’s again as they both went to move forward again. You, not that you could take on four Shelby’s, defensively, moved in front of your gangster. Your back pressed to his chest, arms out to your sides to cease any fighting. “That’s enough-“ You hissed, nudging Alfie gently with your bum so he would back up. You should’ve known the cheeky man wouldn’t. His hands found your hips and you set him a wide-eyed warning look over your shoulder. “We won’t be back to Birmingham.” You whispered to Alfie and then to the Shelby’s. “So just carry on with your fucking lives and don’t-“ you pointed specifically at Tommy. “bother trying to fix things. I don’t want to see you again.” A part of you was hugely relieved that you didn’t have to spend forever with a man that wasn’t Alfie. This time, you turned on your heel and strode away from the crowd. Whether or not Alfie came along was his decision.

The cold air suddenly became painfully obvious. The adrenaline was no longer coursing through your veins, which had been effectively heating you up. You walked along the cobbled road, heels clacking against the icy pavement. How had you managed to walk away without grabbing your coat! You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear Alfie practically racing along behind you, cane tapping against the ground audibly with his feet. “Pet!” He shouted and you came to a halt. “Fuckin hell, I can’t run after you, right, my leg’s starting to hurt.” You turned around to watch a limping Alfie, hurrying toward you as quickly as he was able. Your heart lurched forward. “Stop, Alfie.” He did. There was about 10 feet between the two of you. “I don’t want you to come any closer to me unless you’re going to let me have what I want.” Your arms folded stubbornly across your chest, curious eyes moving between his even more curious ones. “And what the fuck would that be, pet?” You closed your eyes, a shiver racing up your spine. “You. Alfie, I want you.” You could see the man visibly relax when you opened your eyes to eye his reflection. The tension in his shoulders seemed to vanish and he looked a lot calmer. “Fuck Sabini.” You whispered. “Fuck everyone and everything that wants to try and keep us apart. It’s pointless. I want to be with you and you only.” He could hear the crack in your voice and he knew you were about to start crying. Crossing the distance between the pair of you, Alfie hauled off his large coat and wrapped it around your small form. “Alright, yeah, don’t cry, come here.” He pulled your small form against his broad chest and you soaked up every bit of warmth that his body gave off. “It’s gonna be me and you now.” He agreed. “And this little one.” He pressed his hand once more to your stomach, gently rubbing it. “We need to get somewhere warm, it’s fucking freezing out here, innit. We can fucking talk inside.”

You tilted your head back so you could gaze up at the man. “I love you, Alfie.” You sighed heavily, arms looping around his strong shoulders. “My house is right up the road.” You ushered and the man instantly moved in the direction you’d pointed toward. Your arms were still looped around his large form, even as he walked, easily avoiding trampling over you because of how wide he was walking. The journey to your house seemed quicker than it actually was because majority of the time you were giggling from the way he was half carrying you.

Your hand fisted tightly in the back of Alfie’s hair, pulling his lips instantly to yours, the second you were inside your home. Alfie moved his hands to his coat and dragged it off of your body. “You live in a fucking oven.” He pointed out, speaking against your lips, already sweating and he’d only been inside for a few moments. He drew back slightly so he could look around, but you were so deprived of him, you forcefully pulled his head so he would dip it and kiss you again. You felt him smile against your lips, large hands covering the space of your back as he held you against his chest, swaying slowly. “We’ve got all the fucking time in the world to kiss, pet.” You whimpered as his words vibrated against your mouth. “I know, I just.. I missed kissing you.” His smiled morphed into a more playful one as he straightened, once more depriving you of his lips. Your hands fell away from his neck to instead rest on his shoulders, squeezing them gently. “I want to go back to Camden Town, Alfie.” You told him as your fingertips traced the side of his neck. Alfie nodded slowly, studying your features. “Anything you want, pet.” He kissed your head softly. “Let’s pack your things, right, and then, yeah, we’ll fucking go. Get out of this shitty Birmingham.”

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A few days later

The men working in the distillery ceased their working to look toward you as you made your way down the corridor, trailing along behind Alfie. The man’s shoulders were hunched slightly, eyes darting around the room, silently urging the men to get back to work, but they were stuck staring at you and your swollen belly. You were a sight. A beautiful, glowing, absolutely breathtaking sight. You couldn’t wear your tight dresses this far along in the pregnancy, so you’d opted for something loose, but fitting. Your breasts had tripled in size and were pouring out of the top of the green slip you wore. The material came to a stop a little above your knee and Alfie only allowed you out of the house and to the bakery in such an, in his opinion, enticing outfit because you’d be in his office the entire time. You let out a heavy breath, cradling the underside of your belly as you eyed the long set of steps. “Alfie.. it’s too much for me.” You told him quietly, already gripping the stair rail. The man turned around to face you, brows lifted in question. He’d only made it up the steps halfway before climbing back down. “You go first, yeah, and I’ll be right behind you.” Nodding your head softly, you couldn’t help but smile when he placed his large hands on your curvy waist. He did most of the work, practically lifting you with each step that you took. Nevertheless, you gave a breathy moan of relief when you reached the top, shoulders slumping exhaustedly, even though Solomons put in way more effort than you did. “I need to lay down.” You told the man quietly.

He, still holding you securely to his chest, led you into his office and over to the sofa in the corner. “Go on, pet, lay down, I’ll be right here, yeah?” You nodded gently, lowering yourself down on the cushion. The silky material slid up your thighs, revealing more and more of your soft skin to his eyes, but he didn’t make any moves toward you. You were tired, always, and he didn’t want to drain you of what little energy you had left by ravaging you. Retreating over to his desk, Alfie pulled the chair out and lowered himself down on to it. Opening the drawer to his right, he ensured his revolver was tucked away inside before he shut it again. It was always better to be safe, rather than sorry. He lifted his spectacles to his face, looking at you over the rim of them before he got to work.

This would be an everyday thing. Until he could ensure your safety, you would come to work with him. You weren’t exactly complaining. This way, you got to look at him all day, unless he had to go out, then your days were spent with Ollie or someone else that he would send in. Laying on the sofa like a woman in a painting, Alfie often had a difficult time keeping his eyes off of you. Most days, he’d crack the window open, allowing the chilly air outside to fill the room because you were always so hot. This meant he had to wear his coat when he worked, but as long as you were happy, he was happy. You wondered silently how things would be when the baby came. You couldn’t accompany Alfie to work then. Not with a crying baby who needed constant attention? You eyed Alfie, studying him intently as he mumbled inaudibly beneath his breath, no doubt about work. He was going to make an amazing dad, you were sure of it.

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Hello! I hope you guys enjoy this!! I think I’ll add one more part to it? I don’t want it to end here, I wanna write about Alfie as a dad!💛💛💛

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