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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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Taste like Strawberries - DILF Daichi

Warnings: Fem!Reader, age gap (Reader is 22 and Daichi is mid to late 30s), daddy kink (obv), brat taming, finger sucking, spit kink sorta, dumbification, degradation, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, a little praise, alcohol consumption. (as always, let me know if you want something else tagged)

Word Count: 4.9k (honestly idk how it got so long hahaha sorry)

Author’s note: This is my contribution to @kaijime's dilf collab! Make sure you go check out the masterlist and read all the wonderful works on there as well! Also, I edited this at 2am; so sorry if it is a mess.

Can you pick Mei up for me? I have to work late.

You sigh looking down at the text from your sister, this is the third time in the last few weeks she’s sprung this on you. Despite knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, it’s irritating with her husband traveling and needing to work. The one good thing is the quality time you get funny spoiling your niece after school, getting her whatever junk food she wants that your sister never lets her have.

Texting her back that you will, you go back to studying. Your final year of college has been more stressful than you expected, work always piling up with your motivation lacking. No wonder so many students take an extra year. However, you were determined to finish now and not extend your torment any longer.

Glancing at your phone you see it’s nearing pick-up time at Mei’s school. You clean up the library table, shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, and leave. The drive isn’t long, her school is close to your apartment and sister’s house so you would have needed to take this route anyways. Pulling into a free spot near the school, you leave your bags in the car going out to meet her by the school’s front gate.

“Big sis!” Your niece squeals and you look up from your phone. She’s dragging another little girl behind her, pulling her your way. “This is Kaiya! She’s my best friend. She said it's okay I use her first name, so don’t scold me like momma does! I let her call me Mei too!”

You laugh listening to her babble on about her new friend. She’s coming up on her 6th birthday, and every day she is growing more and more into her own personality. “I wouldn’t scold you like your mother. You know that,” you bend at the knees, getting at their height.

“Hi Kaiya, I’m ----. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake her little hand and she smiles.

“You’re very pretty, like Mei.” She pulls her hand away and then her lip pouts. “I wish I had a big sister.”

“I can be your big sister too if you want. Mei, you don’t mind sharing me do you?”

“Only if you promise to get me ice cream.” Her eyes and nose squint and she laughs, her mischievous face has stayed the same since she was a toddler. It’s impossible to resist.

You stand up, rubbing her head and laughing. “Fine, we can stop by a shop on the way home.”

“Sorry,” a deep male voice comes from a few feet behind you. “I had a work thing... I’m sorry I’m a little late baby.”

You watch as a tall, broad man picks up Kaiya while she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck while squealing ‘daddy’. You smile politely when he looks at you. His face is handsome, features not too sharp or round; everything about it warm and inviting. He’s still dressed in his uniform, well besides the jacket. You assume he’s a part of the police force from the pants and belt he wears matched with a dark blue shirt that clings to his form.

“I hope she wasn’t bothering you,” he says while setting her down.

“Oh of course not. She was very polite and well behaved. You’ve raised a great daughter.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. I’m Sawamura Daichi, and you are?” His smile is so cute, you think. It’s not forced or out of politeness, but instead genuine happiness.

“---- -----,” you tell him and shake his hand. He squeezes it once, and your stomach turns. What was that?

“Is Mei yours?” He tilts his head, eyes going between you and your niece. “I’ve never met her mother, only your husband. Kaiya talks non-stop about Mei when she’s home with me.”

“Oh, no-no. I’m her aunt. My sister works a lot, so I pick her up from time to time.” You laugh. “I go to the local college, so it’s close by. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sawamura.” Trying to keep yourself from becoming too flustered, you look away. Watching as your niece digs through her backpack for some reason.

“Please, call me Daichi. It’s nice to-”

“Daddy, big sis is taking Mei to get ice cream!” Kaiya cuts him off. “Can we go too? Pretty please!” She kisses her father’s cheek, smiling brightly as he sets her back down. She holds tight to his hand, begging some more.

“If it’s okay with your dad, we don’t mind. Do we, Mei?”

She nods with a big smile. “Kaiya they have the BEST strawberry flavor.”

“Do you mind? I don’t want to impose on your time with Mei.” Daichi asks while still keeping an eye on the girls, who have wandered a few feet away while blabbering about ice cream flavors.

“Of course not. It’s good for young girls to spend time together.” He nods and thanks you. “There’s a spot close by. We could walk if you don’t mind.”

“Better wrangle the girls then,” he laughs, walking towards them both and getting their attention.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you try and relax. It’s just ice cream for the girls… even if Kaiya’s hot dad is coming along. You’re sure he’s just trying to be nice and let his daughter have a nice time. However, it’s hard not to feel something when a man this hot and good with children is around.

The ice cream shop has a pretty outdoor area off the back of the shop, fenced in with a swing set and other children’s toys and playsets. No one else is visiting currently, so the girls have the playground to themselves, running around with ice cream dripping all over the ground when they forget they should be holding the cones up. Sitting quietly, spooning ice cream into your mouth, you try not to stare at Daichi too often.

“What are you studying?” He asks, breaking the silence that was threatening to become awkward.

“Oh, uh,” you swallow the cold cream. “Literature and classics.”

“Interesting. I bet you enjoy reading to your niece then,” he smiles at you before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You can’t help but watch his tongue dart around the spoon.

“Yeah.” You say quickly looking away. “Mei enjoys it, well, when she pays attention. Does Kaiya like stories?”

“Her mother says she always listens to her when she reads, but for me, it’s hard enough to get her to go to bed. I don’t think she’d ever stay still to let me read her a book.” He continues to talk about the weekends he gets with her, and you listen closely.

It’s stupid, you think. You shouldn’t feel this excited that he’s either divorced or at least no longer together with Kaiya’s mom. It’s selfish, but lucky in some ways. You don’t have to worry about a jealous wife coming after you because her husband paid for your ice cream.

“I’m not around for bedtime, so I can’t really relate.” You say softly and stick your tongue out lick the spoon clean. Stopping yourself from licking the ice cream off, deciding to explain more, “Mei never really stays the night anyway. She gets too worked up without her-”

The spoon is plucked from your hands and you frown looking at Daichi, who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “What do you like to do at bedtime?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stutter out something incoherent. Daichi’s tongue swipes up your spoon, and you watch carefully, longing to be that spoon as his tongue drags across it.

“Well?” He continues, then hands you back the spoon.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” You manage to stutter some words, even if it's not a real answer. “I uh-”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to answer now. Let me see your phone,” he asks holding out his hand and you hurry to hand it to him. He puts in his number then hands it back to you. “I’m not free on weekends unless I get a sitter. But, I’ll see you around.”

You sit, stunned by how quickly that turned from a polite playdate for your niece to potentially a playdate with Daichi. You bring your hands to your face, trying to compose yourself before waving at both Daichi and Kaiya as they leave.

“Big sis,” your niece wines. “Wanna go home.” She pulls you from the park bench and through the shop while you continue trying to collect your thoughts.

Did you really just pull a dad? There’s no way he was serious, right?

You texted him the night after you got ice cream, but he hadn’t responded. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening he sent back a short ‘you’re welcome’ after you thanked him for the ice cream. Your face burned and your stomach twisted with every flashback to watching his tongue slide across your spoon.

It was so unnecessary.

It was so hot.

Gathering up the courage to ask when you could see him again took another day and liquid encouragement. Maybe texting him while you were drunk wasn’t the best idea, but it did make sending him photos of yourself a lot easier. The ones you got in return nearly made you drool. Joining the police force ensured he never lost his perfect physique. Every inch of him looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods themself.

Slipping your fingers into your panties and toying with your desperate clit was all too fun when he called you late that night, not caring about his early morning shift or the classes you may have. His voice breathy and deep, yours whiny and high pitched when you came around your fingers begging him to come over and fuck you.

He only laughed, telling you to wait until he had a day off.

Sitting across from him at dinner should be fun. He keeps the conversation going and you always paid attention and politely answered. However, it becomes increasingly obvious that the burning between your thighs is becoming unbearable.

“Check please,” he tells the waiter, and you nearly squeal with excitement.

“Mind if I go get some fresh air while you settle the bill?” You ask, placing your hand over his; thumb drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you walk out of the door, ignoring the way his eyes make you feel as you walk out the door.

Cool evening air hits you hard. Letting out another sigh, you laugh at yourself for acting this desperate in public. He must know. It’s not like you’ve been good at hiding it. You’re worse than a cat in heat, mewling for attention and a quick fix.

“Ready?” His voice startles you and you turn to face him. You nod and he extends his hand out for you. The walk to his car is short, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting in the parking garage once you slide into the passenger seat.

Unable to can’t wait any longer, you straddle his lap in his seat and he tilts his head, looking up at you in amusement. Kissing his neck, you run your hands down his chest and slowly grind against him. His firm hands hold your hips and you whimper, trying to convince him to give your body more attention.

“Daichi,” you whine against his neck. “Please, I need-”

You’re stopped as his hand takes control of your jaw, cheeks squished in his hand while he admires you above him. His gaze is intense, not a hint of a smile or enjoyment on his face, but the bulge in his pants hints otherwise. You frown looking down on him, irritated this is the most he’s touched you all night.

“I don’t like brats.” He says simply. “Impatient ones are even more annoying. Tell me, are you going to be an annoying brat?”

You try and shake your head no, barely getting it to move from side to side in his grip.

“Good,” he releases your face and you sigh. Rubbing your cheeks with your fingers you relent from trying the aggressive approach with him; seeing now he’s much less patient than you had expected. “Now can you wait until Daddy takes you home?”

You nod, a smile brimming on your lips while your stomach turns.

“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes somehow focus on you more, making your stomach twist once more.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The rest of the drive is silent, his hand resting on your exposed thigh a little too close to the hem for comfort. It keeps your mind buzzing, every nerve lit aflame at the slightest bump in the road or motion of his fingers. His thumb occasionally draws circles on your sensitive skin, and the whimper that always leaves your lips feels embarrassing.

Are you really a whimpering mess already?

Everything about being with Daichi made you feel more intense like your body knew just how to react to everything he does and says. Was it the age difference and excitement? Or was it simply because he knew how to touch and speak to you?

“Sweetheart?” Daichi’s voice draws your attention and you look over to him. “We’re home now. Be a good girl for me, and go unlock the door.” He dangles the keys in front of you and you take them nodding.

“Yes sir,” you slip out of the car. Did you call him sir? At the moment it felt right, but now with your face burning and palms sweating you wonder if he thinks it’s ridiculous.

You unlock the door, pushing it open and standing awkwardly waiting for him to walk up the stairs to the front door. Why is he prolonging this? There was no reason for him to stay behind. Turning your head to look where he parked the car, you see he’s talking to a neighbor, laughing, and paying you no mind.

What’s his game here?

You huff, frustrated, and embarrassed with how desperate you’ve been acting and he seems to not have a care in the world. Stepping inside, you close the door and take your shoes off. He doesn’t mind you having access to his house with you unsupervised. After all, he did give you the keys to unlock the door.

His home looks comfortable and lived in, not overly clean but not messy per se. You sit on the couch, crossing your legs and laying your head back. While you know it’s rude to begin feeling this irritated, if something didn’t happen soon you were going to have to call for a ride and get home to a toy or even indulge in one of the sleazy dating apps you’re all too familiar with.

Pulling out your phone, you respond to a few notifications you garnered over dinner, nothing of real substance, but better than sitting in silence. A few friends have invited you to a bar not too far from your location, and you consider it, but the front door opening grabs your attention.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you lay your phone down on the cushion beside you, feeling like you’ve been caught texting in class. “I see you made yourself at home.”

“Oh, I-” you stand up, even more embarrassed.

Does he take pleasure in making you uncomfortable or are you just too on edge?

“Sit back down,” he laughs walking into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thank you,” you answer quickly, sitting back down and laying your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers.

He comes back into the living room with his shirt unbuttoned a few, his chest peeking out, and a beer in his left hand. Sitting on the recliner adjacent to the couch, he motions for you with his pointer finger then pats his lap. Your body moves without thinking, straddling him with your knees sinking into the soft cushion of the recliner on either side of his hips. He grins watching your dress ride up your thighs before he takes a drink from his beer.

“Why are you acting so shy now? What happened to that confident little attitude?” He sets the beer down on the table between the couch and chair.

“Why are you toying with me?” You ask, furrowing your brow and tilting your head. “Just fuck me already.”

“There it is,” he chuckles. “You’re not as good of a girl as you think. You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat who needs put in her place. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle bratty girls like you.”

His thumb pulls on your bottom lip and you part them, letting his middle and index finger slip in and press against your tongue. You moan at first, grinding your cunt against his thigh before his fingers slip further in and make you gag. Closing your eyes you grind on him harder, the gagging only intensifying and your body lighting on fire.

“Pathetic,” he laughs while resting his cheek against his hand. Opening your eyes more you see he looks unamused, even as he shoves his fingers down your throat more. “Moaning like this over what? I’m barely touching you.”

You moan again, pressing your core harder on his thigh and whining. Your fingers dig into the arm of the recliner, steadying yourself while you ride his thigh. It feels too good to stop, the minute amount of pleasure intensified by Daichi’s fingers in your mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong,” his voice making you whine again. “Maybe you’re not a brat, just a dumb little slut desperate to cum.” Removing his fingers from your mouth, you take deep breaths, coughing and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“P-please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you in me. I’ll be good, I swear.” You sound desperate, you know it and so does he.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He rubs the spit from his fingers onto your cheek while holding your jaw. He shakes your head back and forth slowly as a no for you. “That’s right. You don’t deserve daddy’s cock.”

“B-but-” you whine and grind against him. “Please!”

“Hmm,” he hums, releasing your jaw and licking his fingers clean before taking another sip from his beer. “Maybe if you earn it. I’m not in the mood to fuck an ungrateful whore.”

“Anything!” You nearly shout, eager to please him.

How you’re feeling is different than usual, the need to do whatever Daichi wants completely takes over your own desires. While the feeling is new, it’s something you want to continue to chase. Your head feeling lighter and body burning is all too good to give up now.

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” You nod. “Of course,” he chuckles, “silly of me to forget you’re nothing but a dumb brat. Get on your knees in front of me. Put that mouth to good use for once, won’t ya?”

“Yes daddy,” you say quietly, sliding onto the floor and tugging at his pants.

His belt is a struggle, and he makes no attempt to help you until you’re sliding his pants and boxers off and he lifts his body up just enough to get them down his thighs. Gripping his cock, your mind races wondering if you’ll even be able to fit his girth in your mouth as your fingers barely manage to wrap around him.

“If I finish this beer before you make me cum, I might not fuck you at all.” He says tapping your forehead with the cold glass bottle. “Do you understand?”

You nod again and he leans back into the recliner. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it up with your tongue, enjoying the taste as it floods your senses. As your tongue swirls around the head and your warm mouth takes him in, he moans.

It’s quiet and short-lived, but enough to encourage you to take more of him. He fills your mouth so quickly, but you’re determined to make him cum; unsure if it's because you’re desperate to be fucked or if you just really want to please him. Either way, you’re going to have him cumming in your mouth in minutes, you know you can.

You gag loudly when you force him into your throat, nearly taking him to the hilt. This time his moan is louder and longer, making you buzz with pride. Managing to keep him deep in your mouth you rub his balls with your shaky fingers while setting a steady pace bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I guess that mouth is useful for something…” another moan breaks his last word but you don’t care.

The condescending praise just enough to make you hum against him with glee. He bucks his hips when you do, his fingers tangling in your hair and forcing you to choke on him again. You claw at his thighs, desperate to come up for air while you fight against him. He releases the tight hold and you take him out coughing as you stroke him with your hand.

You watch with a frown while he drinks on his beer again, watching carefully as the faint line of liquid lowers nearing the bottom of the bottle. You can do this, you tell yourself before taking a deep breath and taking him back in your mouth. Humming against him lightly while massaging his balls in your palm earns the same reaction, except you’re better at keeping a steady pace now.

“Shit,” he groans.

His cock twitches against your tongue and warm spurts of cum coat your mouth before you can swallow fast enough. He pulls you off his cock by your hair.

“Tongue,” he says and you stick it out timidly.

He spits on your tongue before pulling you to his face and kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and making you gag at the taste of his beer. His kiss takes your breath away, literally struggling for air as he continues. You’re coughing and pulling away from him while a mix of spit and cum runs down your chin.

“I didn’t think you could do it,” he admits. “I’m surprised someone as desperate and stupid as you could make me cum that fast. I suppose I should reward you then, hmm?”

“Please daddy, please,” you beg. “Want your cock in me so bad.”

His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your soaking panties. “You really do want me, don't you baby?”

You nod.

His free hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress. You close your eyes biting your lip as you enjoy the not so soft touches he gives you. You moan when his fingers slip into your panties, sliding against your puffy clit.

“Daddy!” You squeal when his middle finger slides inside of you and curls. “Fuck, more please.”

He laughs, pulling his finger out and standing up. He sheds his clothes while you remain on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but admire how good he looks above you like this. Honestly, you think you’d do anything to remain in this moment even if the anticipation of him splitting you open is forcing you to clench around nothing.

Daichi offers you his hand and he assists you in standing to your feet, but it doesn’t last long. He bends you over the arm of his recliner in seconds, pulling your dress down and allowing your bare breasts to fall from it.

“Tell daddy what you want,” he teases while rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Want your cock!” You turn your head back to look at him. “Please, I need it.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans while sliding inside of you.

Even with your intense arousal and the spit on his cock, it stings. Your body goes limp against the arm of the recliner as you try and relax your body to let him in. Crying into the cushion, you try to not be too loud while getting used to his size.

“If I’d known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” he says after fully sheathing himself inside of you.

He isn’t nice enough to give you more time, too overwhelmed with the way you squeeze him so nicely to not start thrusting immediately. You cry out when his cockhead hits deep inside of you, pulling against your walls as he pulls back out only to do it all over again.

It hurts. It feels ethereal.

“Daddy!” You whine as his fingers twirl your nipple between them and he holds you back against him while relentlessly pounding into you. “Too much!”

“Be a good girl,” he hisses. “I know you can take it.”

You whimper in response, his thrusts forcing your breasts into his hands while he continues to assault them. Your thighs begin to shake and your core feels like it’s a tightwire about to break.

“Wanna cum!” You tell him, some part of you knows it's better to warn him or ask instead of letting yourself go. “Please, daddy! Let me cum.”

“Aw, my little slut is learning,” he chuckles, thrusting deep into you and letting you fall back onto the recliner. “Go ahead, cum for daddy. Cream all over my cock sweetheart.”

He hits the sweet spot inside of you once more and you come undone, cumming around his cock and crying out a mixture of daddy and curses. He grunts as you clench around him, body pliable for him to hold you closer while rapidly fucking you.

He cums, and you feel it drip out of you around his cock before you comprehend what’s happened. You’re too fucked out to even care if you’re honest. He pulls your panties back to the side as he pulls out of you.

“You’re going to keep it all in, aren’t you?” He pulls his pants back on, leaving his shirt on the floor and sitting on the couch.

You nod, pulling your dress back over your breasts and adjusting the thin straps back to a comfortable position on your shoulders. He pats his lap again, and you sit across him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startles you and you look at Daichi with a concerned face.

“Oh,” he laughs. “I lost track of time. Can you get that?”

You sheepishly nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I need to go grab something from my room. I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappears down the hall.

Running your hands through your hair to make sure you don’t look crazy, you open the door.

“Oh,” a sharp tone greets you.

“Big sis!!” Kaiya screams, jumping up and down and running inside.

Shit.

“Uh,” who you assume to be her mother says shaking her head. “Is Daichi here?” She’s irritated, and reasonably so. “I need to speak with him immediately.”

“Yeah, he’s right-”

“What do you want?” He appears back into the living room, pulling a loose shirt over his head as he comes in.

He easily could have done that before. Is he doing this on purpose?

Oh god, he is.

You look quickly between the two of them as he steps in the doorway with you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I think we need to speak in private.” His ex tells him, eyeing you up and down.

“Sweetheart, do you care to take Kaiya to her room to play for a few minutes?” He kisses your forehead and you look away from the intense glare you receive from Kaiya’s mother.

“Daichi! Why are you-”

“Stop,” he says loudly. “---- can watch her for a moment.” He lets go of you.

“Can you show me your room Kaiya?” You ask sweetly and she takes your hand and guides you down the hall.

You’re not sure if you’re grateful Daichi got you away from his ex or if you’re happy Kaiya won’t have to see her parents bicker. Either way, it’s a win for you. Your heart is beating against your chest, making you nauseous. There’s no way he just forgot he was getting his daughter tonight.

You’re flattered that he used you to make her angry, but the more spiteful part of you wishes he had let you in on it a little more. Having you answer the door was good, but you could have left your hair a mess or something more…

“Big sis, why are you here? Did you and daddy have a playdate?” She asks, handing you a stuffed rabbit while you sit on the floor of her room with her.

“Uh,” you giggle. “Yeah, we had a playdate.”

#dilf collab!!#daichi sawamura #sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi smut #daichi smut #dilf daichi #daddy daichi #hq smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut

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porkophobic · 2 years

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Trouble at Sainsbury’s

A Blind Channel Story

Tommi and Niko go to Sainsburys with Aleksi in the child seat. Tommi pushed the trolley around Sainsburys in Croydon, it was a dangerous area for someone as young as Aleksi, but Tommi kept them safe. Niko skipped alongside Tommi, holding onto the side of the trolley. They turned the corner up the freezer aisle when suddenly their trolley collided with another. *shock emoji*

Tommi began to apologise when he looked up and saw that it was the one and only Joonas Parkkonen and with his son Robin Packalen in the child seat. He was sitting playing on his Nintendo Switch lite, the yellow one.

Joonas swung his fist toward Tommi, never again would he crash into his trolley with his only child Robin on board. Tommi dodged Joonas’ fist like a professional boxer, which he was and would tell you all about his olympic champion days if you let him, Tommi threw a jab at joonas’ left cornea, when it landed he felt proud and let out a mahoosive roar like the bear he is.

Joonas cowered in fear and sped off with his trolley, throwing Robin from the child seat and into the main part of the trolley landing on the scotch eggs that were already in there squishing them to dust. Robin’s Nintendo Switch flying through the air and landing in Aleksi’s hands. Niko released a celebratory squawk and requested some fajitas for tea to continue the celebration through to the evening. Tommi shook his head and let Niko down gently, however there was no way he could do this, as Joel was at home making a pukka pie that he knew Niko would not enjoy.

Niko cried. He cried so much that Tommi got bored, and walked away with Aleksi. He went to the checkouts hoping Niko would calm down and meet them there. He started placing the items on the conveyor belt when he looked up at the man on the checkouts.

It was only the official Archie Cruz!

Archie looked up at Tommi embarrassed as his band had broken up and he had ended up working in sainsburys. He reluctantly said to Tommi “Do you need any bags today?” Tommi smiled “Naw, av got me bags for life with me son.” Archie looked down at the screen and began scanning Tommi’s items. “You been busy today, son?” Tommi asked, trying to start a conversation with Archie, even though he could tell he wasn't in the mood to talk to him. “Eh No not really, slow day today innit, its Sunday. The lord's day.” “Aye, that's right it is aye, you finishing soon though aye? Short shift on Sunday aye” Tommi asked laughing slightly at his wee joke, ''Yeah, yeah a finish at four and it's just gone three now so not too long left no aye” Archie replied looking somewhat happier after being reminded of the upcoming end to his shift. Aleksi looked over from his seat in the front of the trolley and stared at Archie. Before Archie got a chance to look back at Aleksi’s death stare, Niko appeared! “Yo! Bitch!” Archie cried out towards Niko and gave him a fist bump. “Yo A-Sizzle my man!” Niko’s eyes were still red and puffy from him crying just a moment ago in the freezer aisle over the pukka pies but he pulled himself together quickly when he saw Archie at the tills. “How’s it going man? I thought you still worked at B&M in Lewisham A-Dawg!” Archie laughed and rolled his eyes, “I’m on an absolute mad wan mate, got fired from B&M sadly, they said I wasn’t allowed to sample the products or summit, apparently it's illegal to like not pay for things these days, who knew?” Niko laughed, shaking his head, “A-Chiller u a wild one man, bless up to you brother, more life my g.”

Archie turned back to Tommi, forgetting he was there for a moment and he was literally working. “Alright lads, your total today is gonna be £42.97, is it cash or card today?.” “Card please son, I’ll just tap it aye, wee contactless things noo in’t it great?” “Yea yea it's great, whenever you’re ready.” Archie seemed keen to get rid of them, he wasn’t too fond of doing actual work especially when his coworkers could probably do it all for him and he could just take the credit. Tommi tapped his card, fair pleased with himself and this new technology, “Alright, here's your receipt, see you next week Niko! Remember we’re all meeting in Milton Keynes!” Niko almost forgot! He was meeting Archie and the gang for a get together at spoons next weekend! “Oh yeah! See you there at the roundabout!” Niko beamed remembering how their last night out ended, he slept down on Bournemouth beach, which was odd because they started their night in Eastbourne. “Ta-rah Archie me love!” Aleksi called out while Tommi began to push the trolley away, taking his receipt beforehand.

Tommi, Niko and Aleksi left the shop and headed back to Tommi’s wee car. He was a humble man and did not need a flashy car even though he was one of the richest men in Finland and all the bitches wanted him, even though he already had four families scattered across the country, but the others didn’t need to know about this.

Tommi unlocked the car and helped Aleksi out his child’s seat, Niko opened the boot of the car where Porko was tied up and gagged. Niko placed the shopping beside him and shut the boot despite Porko’s terrified expression. Niko raced Aleksi to the front seat and pushed him out the way into the zebra crossing, almost getting his face smashed in by a Ford Fiesta ST.

Aleksi wailed, Tommi immediately scooped him up off the crossing and threw him in the backseat of his car. Tommi rolled his eyes so hard they almost fell out his head, he pushed the trolley into the crossing and walked away, however the trolley had a mind of its own and rolled into a woman and knocked her down. The woman screamed as the trolley ran her over, her hair got trapped in the wheel and she was dragged for miles. She cried “Don’t forget me! Florence Nightingale! That's not my name! I just liked her or summit or whatever!” Tommi ignored the woman, he had a wife at home who banished him from looking at other women so knocking her down with a trolley was probably the right thing to do. Tommi jumped in the car and started the engine, first making sure both the boys had their seatbelts on, when Rafał’s ‘The Ride’ began blaring out of the speakers, it was currently the no.1 song globally and had been for the last 8 weeks. Tommi loved Poland and Poland loved Tommi

“Kocham Cię Rafał” Tommi muttered to himself, shaking his head. He started singing along as he drove off racing through the car park, not bothering to wait at the zebra crossings.

He flew through the streets of Croydon, not even bothering to stop at the redlights because man don’t play like that, he owns these streets bruv. They pulled into the driveway, and Tommi jumped out the car and helped Aleksi out his car seat, he threw him into the house not even bothering to open the door and Aleksi collapsed in a bundle at the front door slamming into the Ring! doorbell.

Joel was in the kitchen, checking up on his pukka pie which was in the oven. He heard the Ring! doorbell and ran to the door to check. When he opened the door, Aleksi was laying in a pile on the doorstep. Joel picked up Aleksi and threw him in the house and left him to rot in the corner. Tommi opened the boot of the car and picked out Porko and carried him into the house, still in his ropes and chains. Joel took Porko from Tommi and put him in the dog kennel outside, he removed the gag from his mouth and left him there like the puppy he is.

Niko brought the Sainsburys shopping bags for life in and began to unpack the shopping, he put away the Mccain frozen oven chips he begged Tommi for in the shop. He didn’t even like oven chips but he liked the smell of them.

“Niko! I made your favourite! Pukka pie for tea!” Joel knew Niko hated Pukka pies.

Niko began to have a major meltdown, even worse than the one he had in Sainsbury’s, he ran off and grabbed Porko from the dog house out back and unchained him and jumped on his back. Niko rode Porko off into the sunset and never looked back.

To this day, nobody has seen Porko or Niko. However, I have a slight suspicion they may be in Qatar.

The end.

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WHAT BENNY DOESN’T KNOW | Chapter 3

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: When you find yourself stranded at a bar, Will is luckily on hand to take you home.

Warnings: Mature 18+ ONLY!!! The smut train is back kids, you have been warned. This chapter features strong language and scenes of a sexual nature. (oral male receiving, unprotected sex {you know the old saying kids, don’t be silly})

Word Count: 4815

A/N- This ones for the Will Miller fans. I’ve just come from a very chaotic work shift so I cannot wait to get all your wonderful feedback as always to make me feel better. I also want to take a moment to give some unspoken subtext for clarity due to some of the aspects of this chapter. Reader is very open about their body and so all TF gents are aware of birth control situation and that reader is protected in that way. Also I have never been on a motorbike so take this chapter as creative license and forgive me. I also just want to say I have written the Italy chapter which will be coming to you Monday. It is a fucking monster (pardon my language) and I can’t wait for you all to read it, but for now enjoy chapter three.

PART THREE | 6 MONTHS LATER

You and Santiago's had both gone on missions mere days later which saw you away from home for a good six months. When you got back you found that Santi had come back for a few weeks about a month ago but had had to take off again before you'd had a chance to see him.

You had been back for a couple of days and decided to organise an evening at your favourite local bar with your sister for a catch up. You sat on the bar stool waiting anxiously, the bar tender giving you looks of pity ever couple of minutes. You're phone, which you had placed on the bar top pinged and you eagerly checked the text on the screen. 'Sorry, something came up with Jared and I'm not gonna make it. Can we take a rain check?' you slammed your phone back onto the bar top as you let out a small animalistic grunt of frustration.

“Well you look like you're nights going just as well as mine is.” came a familiar voice from beside you. You looked up to find Will taking the seat beside you. “When did you get back?” he asked an arm coming out to wrap around you, pulling you into him.

“Two days ago.” you said into his ear, your head resting comfortably against the top of his shoulder as you hugged him. “What are you doing here?” you asked him as you pulled your arms back, shifting yourself on your bar stool to get a better look at him.

“Shitty date.” he said.

“I didn't realise you were putting yourself back out there.” you said, your fingers reaching to fiddle with your glass in front of you.

“Yeah, well I can't mope around forever.” he sighed deeply. “You want another one?” he questioned, pointing to the now empty glass in your hand.

“Uh, I was supposed to be meeting my sister but she bailed on me.” you began to explain.

“Shitty husband?”

“Shitty husband.” you confirmed. Will was well versed in your family drama. He'd once had to break up a fight between your sister's husband and Benny at a BBQ when Jared had gotten drunk and decided to challenge Benny. It had not been pretty.

“Still you want to stick around for another drink with me or...?” He let the question hang openly in the air between you.

“Sure.” you said. “I mean it'll probably take a while before I can get a taxi home anyway.”

“I've got my bike outside if you want me to give you a lift back, save you spending money on cab. I mean if you don't mind the bike that is?”

You thought about it a moment looking back down at your glass before looking back up to meet his eyes again. “Uh yeah, okay. That'll be great. Thanks.” you said. He turned and gave the bar tender a nod, grabbing you two more drinks.

“So what have I missed?” you asked.

“Well, Pope came back last month. I hadn't seen him since we all went out for Benny's birthday.” you raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “Yeah. We hung out with him a bit while he was back. Kept going on about some girl he'd slept with that night, saying it was the best sex he'd ever had. Brought it up any chance he could get.” you snorted and choked slightly as your drink went down the wrong hole, the statement leaving you shocked. “Hey, you okay?” Will said, a hand gently patting your back.

“Uh yeah. I'm fine, just went down the wrong hole.” you coughed, wiping at your face with your sleeve. “Um did he say when he was coming back next.”

“No. I think he said maybe four months but he said it could be longer depending. What about you? How long you back for?” he questioned.

“Not sure yet.” you replied. “Until the next assignment comes in I guess.”

You carried on talking like that for another 40 minutes, the conversation flowing easily. “Hey you ready to go?” he asked when he noticed you'd finished your drink.

“Uh yeah, of course.”

You followed Will out the front to where his bike was sat waiting. He handed you his spare helmet. “You bring this just in case your date went well?” you teased him, poking him with the helmet before you began placing it on your head.

“Yeah, something like that.” he said, giving you a sheepish grin. He hooked his leg over the bike and you climbed on behind him, your arms wrapping tightly around his torso. “When's the last time you were on a bike?” he asked you as the bike roared to life beneath you.

“Probably Columbia, two years ago.” you shouted over the noise. You felt his body shake as he let out a laugh. He was about to enjoy this.

He took off quickly, speeding out of the parking lot, catching you off guard making you let out a squeal as you took a moment to find your balance. You felt his stomach move beneath your fingers as he let out another chuckle at your expense. You gave him a playful slap before resting your head against his back, easing into the feeling of the air around you and the hum of the engine between your legs. You wrapped your arms tighter around him and buried your nose into him, breathing in his smell. Will always smelt good. He took a hand off one of the handle bars, brushing the back of your hand gently, reassuringly, before securing it back to the bike. The feeling had sent a buzz through your skin and you couldn't help but be aware of the way it passed through your body. You felt a fluttering feeling between your legs and you bit your lip. Uh Oh. No, no this was not happening, this couldn't be happening. You were getting turned on by this.

You quickly adjusted your hold around him, trying to focus and ground yourself but your hand ended up brushing against his crotch. It had only been a brief second but it had made you flinch in embarrassment and you wrapped your arms around him even tighter, pulling yourself forward on the bike, grinding into his butt between your legs. Shit! If he hadn't felt your hand brush against his cock he had definitely felt that. You braced yourself as he stopped at a red light, your breath held tightly in your chest. You nibbled your lip anxiously, your eye's squeezing shut waiting for him to do something, mock you or chastise you. What he did do next surprised you.

He took his hand off the handle bar again, his fingers searching for yours across his abs. He wrapped his hand around them, lifting it gently away from where you had been holding him and intentionally moving your hand down, placing it over the growing bulge in his jeans. You lifted your head up to look at him, but he kept his eyes forward. He let go of your hand, reaching to run his fingers along your thigh, resting against the side of the bike. You licked your lips nervously. What was happening right now?

The traffic light before you turned amber and Will placed his hand back on the handle bars, revving the engine of the bike in preparation but also sending a flood of extra vibrations through the bike that buzzed against your core. You couldn't fault the Captain, he knew exactly what he was doing.

You still had one hand around his waist and one hand over his cock, when he pulled up outside your place. There was a sudden silence as the engine cut out and he climbed off the bike. You couldn't help but watch him intently. Will was more of a man of action than a man of words. He took off his helmet, threading it onto the handle bars, before turning towards you and leaning against the bike. His arms folded before you as he waited for you to gingerly take your own helmet off, not once breaking eye contact with him.

“So what do you wanna do?” he finally asked when you had decided to remain silent. You licked your lips as you thought over the best way to respond.

“Do you want to come in?” was the line you finally decided on, but your voice was timid, it lacked conviction. You wanted him to take control. He nodded slightly before taking a step back, allowing you some room to attempt to get off the bike as gracefully as you could. You placed the helmet on the seat, while Will put his hands in his pockets. He fiddled with his keys as he attempted to hide his nervousness.

He'd be lying to himself if he had said he'd never thought about you in that way before. Seeing you in a bikini when you had all taken a trip to the beach. When you had gone out dancing for his birthday and chosen the skimpiest dress in your closet to wear. On lazy Sundays when you had stayed over at his and Benny's place, your tiny pyjama shorts riding up as you reached for things off the top shelves of their kitchen cabinets. That's exactly where his eyes fell now as he followed you up to your apartment. Your jeans hugging your ass just right as you walked up the stairs ahead of him.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you unlocked the door, ushering him inside. The silence was filled with the clicking of light switches as you began to switch on lamps, creating a cosy atmosphere. He was so stealthy you hadn't notice him come up behind you until you turn and was faced with his chest. You slowly lifted your eyes up, your head tilting to allow you to look at his lips, then up further to his eyes. “Just tell me if you want to stop.” he said before placing his finger under your chin, guiding your face closer to his.

You couldn't even call it a kiss the way his lips barely grazed yours but it was electric, sending shivers throughout your whole body making you want to throw yourself at him. He whispered your name against your lips, a question, he wanted you to answer the previous statement.

You gave your head a slight shake. “No.” your voice was quiet. “No, I don't want to stop.” you closed the gap between his lips and your own, your hands snaking up to wrap around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your lower back, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You exhaled deeply through your nose as you let out a breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding.

Will brought one of his hands up, to brush away the hair that was falling over the side of your face, getting in the way. He tucked it behind your ear, before letting his fingers rest around the base of your head, his thumb grazing your jaw. You found yourself moaning hungrily into the kiss, but then a thought crossed your mind that made your rapidly break away. “Wait, wait.” you said breathlessly. He dropped his hold around the back of your head and leaned back to get a better look at you. He waited silently for you to continue as you caught your breath. “There's something I have to tell you.” you said licking your lips, already missing the feeling of his against them. You relaxed your hands from around his neck, allowing them to rest on his shoulders and you were glad when he didn't try and pull away. “I was the girl Santiago slept with after Benny's birthday.” you said trying to make your words as calm as possible.

Of all the things Will was expecting you to say, it was not that. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he lowered his head slightly shaking it. You weren't sure if it was a grin on his face or a grimace. “I just thought I should say. I don't want to make things complicated between you guys.”

He took a step back from you, a small huffed chuckle escaping his lips as he ran a hand up through his hair. Your face fell to the floor. Shit you'd fucked this up. You shouldn't have said anything. “Does this change everything?” you asked timidly to the floor.

Will chuffed in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” he asked stepping forward to you, making you look up at him. “If you heard the way he talks about that night. You think I'd give up the chance to experience that?” Your eyes looked at him hopefully. He closed the space between you, smashing his lips into yours, his hands planted firmly either side of your face, not allowing you to get away from him. You flung your arms around his neck and he dropped his own hands down to cup underneath your ass. He lifted you up into his arms seamlessly and began carrying you towards your bedroom.

He took a seat on the edge of your bed so you were straddling his lap. You broke off the kiss, reaching down to lift your shirt up over your head, throwing it across the room, Will following your actions quickly took off his own. He took a moment to take in your boobs, his hands reaching up to grab them, leading your body back closer to his so he could attach his lips to yours again. You fixed your hands around his shoulders, pushing them backwards towards the bed. Your lips followed his the whole way down, your hair falling around both your faces.

You reluctantly broke your lips away, leaning back to flick your hair out of the way, but also to give your hands the space to move between your two bodies as you began to unbutton his jeans. You slid yourself backwards off of Will and the bed, your knees hitting the carpet as you pulled both his jeans and pants down at the same time, his hips lifting slightly allowing you to get them off easier.

You pulled the items of clothing off of his ankles throwing them behind you. You were aware of him shifting slightly on the bed and looked up to find he'd propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at you on the floor before him. His gaze made you pause a moment, fully taking him in. All of you had been out of active service for years but Will looked exactly the same as he had at the height of his career. You knew his younger brother took good care of his body, what with him now having a ‘somewhat’ career as a prize fighter, but you hadn't realised just how well Will had maintained his muscular physique.

You let your eyes drop from his piercing eyes, letting them trail down the defined lines of his chest then abs, until finally they landed on his half ready member. You looked back up to his eyes, keeping eye contact with him as you sat yourself up properly again, his legs adjusting slightly to allow you a better position between them as your hand slowly raked up the muscles of his thighs until they reached the prize that lay patiently waiting for you at the top of them.

You watched intently as Will's head dropped backwards, his eyes closing in bliss at the feeling of your hands wrapping around his cock, your gentle grasp slowly working him up. A small grin began to take over your face in reaction to the feeling of his member growing and getting ever harder under your controlled touch, a sensation of power taking over you.

Will let out a breathy groan of satisfaction as he suddenly felt your tongue, swipe up his entire length. “Fuck.” he exclaimed as he pulled his head back up to look at you, one of his arms reaching out to place a caring hand around the side of your head, guiding you as you began to take his length into your mouth. You both made an effort to keep eye contact as you bobbed up and down on his dick but Will lost it when you took him to the point he hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly. His eyes closed as his head hung back in bliss again. For a moment it felt like he'd died and gone to heaven and it took him a second to put himself back into the room. He couldn't believe this was happening.

You pulled back, allowing yourself a moment to breath, as you used your hand to continue working at his saliva covered cock. Will looked down at you once more and before you had a chance to take his length into your mouth again, he was sitting himself up, reaching his hands out for your face, pulling you into a deep kiss instead. He made you stand up straight and you had to let go of his cock as his fingers brushed down your body until he reached the waistband of your pants. You stared down at him in silence as his fingers began undoing the buttons of your jeans. He leant forward to leave kisses across your stomach as he gently pulled down your jeans and underwear at the same time, just like you had for him. His lips tickled against your skin and you found your hands reaching out to steady yourself against his shoulders as your eyes closed, head relaxing due to the sensation passing from his touch that sent a fuzzy feeling all the way up to the very tip top of your skull.

You felt the fabric pool thickly at your ankles and you maintained your hold on his shoulders as you pulled your feet free from the tangle of denim that engulfed them. He tossed the jeans out of the way with one hand, the other taking a firm hold of your hip, his thumb circling across the bare skin. “Will.” his name fell breathily from your lips and he looked up to take you in, his other hand coming to rest on your other hip, his hold becoming firmer.

“Come here.” his voice came back, gentle yet commanding as he pulled you back onto the bed on top of him as he lay back against the mattress. His hands came up to grasp either side of your head, his fingers tangling into your hair as he pulled your lips down against his own. You felt his tongue brush against your lower lip and you happily relaxed further into his mouth, your tongue coming out to gently melt against his.

You felt his hips grind up into you, his erection rubbing against your clit sending a sensation through your core and you sighed into him. He used the opportunity to suck your lower lip in between his lips, pulling at it slightly, only intensifying the feeling growing between your legs. You felt one of his arms reach around your lower back and before you could even acknowledge the feeling of his other hand becoming firmer on the back of your head, you found your whole body being flipped round, Will settling himself on top of you between your thighs.

He manoeuvred his arm out from under your back so he could run his hand up the length of your leg, encouraging it to wrap around his side. You broke away from his lips to look intensely into his eyes in anticipation. He brushed his thumb across your cheek with the hand that still cradles your head while his other hand lines himself up with your entrance. You exhale sharply when you feel him drag his cock through your slick folds, the tip nudging your sensitive clit. You feel the hand against your cheek grow firmer as he forces you to keep eye contact with him as he gently eases himself into you, your mouth hanging open in a silent gasp as you adjust to his size. You pursed your lips together and you watched as Will's eyes followed the movement before he smashed his lips back against them, his hips rolling himself deeper inside you. You let out another gasp against his lips at the sensation. “Ah fuck.” you breathed the words against his mouth as he gave you a moment to adjust, the hand against your face smoothing your hair back.

You began moulding your lips to him once more and he took that as his sign to begin slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you. He was in the perfect position without even trying, his cock dragging against your gspot with every agonisingly slow thrust. You brought your hands up either side of his face and pushed his forehead into your own as your mouth hung open, breathing becoming laboured. His pace was torturous, controlled, making you feel every motion his cock made inside you. He forced you to continue looking at him, his eyes watching your every facial expression carefully, forcing you to stay in this moment with him, to be aware of every sensation and remember who it was who was making you feel that way.

This wasn't just some quick shag or one night stand, this was a friend making love to another friend. Just like Santiago before him, Will didn't know if this would ever happen again between you and he wanted to make sure he savoured every second. Wanted you to know the love he had for you. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted you to remember this moment and how he made you feel in it.

Your hips began to squirm as your orgasm steadily built in your core, desperate for something more, desperate for that release. “Will please?” you breathlessly begged against his lips. Will grunted at hearing you begging for him to make you cum, but he didn't want to rush this. He felt your back arch as you tried to change the angle slightly, drive him deeper, reach that release. He snaked his arm around your back, pulling you tighter to his body, lifting you from the bed. Your hold around his neck became tighter and you buried your head into his shoulder as he lifted you up, his cock still deeply inside you.

He turned you both around and he sat on the bed, pulling you down even further onto his cock. The new position really allowed you to grind down into him but forced you to maintain the slower pace Will wanted to keep. “Oh my god.” you groaned into his neck, your head still firmly buried into the crook of his neck. He kept both his arms firmly around your back, forcing your body to remain tightly to him, guiding you as you moved up and down on his cock. The feeling that had built inside you was fit to burst and when he lifted his hips and thrust up into you, you lost out. Your orgasm was shattering and you buried your head even deeper into his neck, your eyes firmly screwed up, tears threatening to spill out of the corner creases from how sensitive you felt.

Will continued to slowly thrust up into you, his arm wrapped around you tightly making you maintain the slow steady rhythm you had created together. Your clit dragged across his skin from how close your bodies were and it did nothing but increase the orgasm taking over you. You're moans of pleasure came out stuttering between breaths as you felt yourself clamped tightly around his cock. You were so earth shatteringly aware of everything.

You forced yourself up straight, wanting to look directly into Will's eyes, allowing him to see the devastation and bliss he was causing you. His lips attached hungrily to yours at the sight. He felt your overstimulated body stutter and freeze, desperate for a break but he wasn't done with you yet. As you tried to take a moment to let your orgasm pass and compose yourself once more ready to do it again, Will lay himself back down upon the bed. With you're arms still wrapped tightly around his neck you happily let your body relax with him, resting against him, your head finding a home in the crook of his neck once more, taking in deep breaths.

He had allowed you maybe two seconds to appreciate and acknowledge your come down before his arms tightened around you, holding you in place against his chest as he brought his legs up onto the bed. He dug his heels into the mattress and began thrusting up into you at a rapid speed. Your fingers clawed at his skin as you felt another orgasm rapidly building inside you once more. You cried out as the sensation took over you once more, your body practically going limp. You attempted to use his shoulders as leverage to prop yourself up, hoping a change in angle would lessen the sensitivity in your fluttering cunt. Will reached up to take your face in his hands. You're arms went weak and gave out slightly and you were grateful that Will did have a hold of your head, to keep it up right.

He maintained each devastating thrust and watching as your eyes became unfocussed, completely cock dumb for him. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. “Ah fuck.” he grunted as his thrust became sloppy, his own release so fucking close with how you were looking at him like that. You whispered his name and he lost it completely, his thrusts stuttering as he quickly pulled out, his own release over taking him as he closed his eyes, pushing his head back into the mattress.

He gently released your head from his hold and you relaxed it against his shoulder, your back arched inward, your breathes heavy and laboured as you worked through your come down. Will let out a deep breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and turned his head to try and get a better look at you. Almost like you sensed what he was trying to do, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. A goofy grin broke out across his face.

You attempted to climb off his lap but your legs were spent and wobbled like a new born deer. He laughed at you as you collapsed onto the bed beside him. “That was,” your voice said heavily beside him, you laughed a giddy feeling from your orgasm washing over you. He propped himself up to look at your face but you just turned it away from him, burying it into the bed, bashful. He laughed at you again before mustering as much energy as he could to stand and go find something to clean you both up with.

When he came back into the room, damp cloth in hand, he watched you intensely, a smile plastered across your face, as you still struggled to make eye contact with him. Your still overstimulated core was making you rub your legs together in an attempt to channel the energy there. He let out a chuckle, he had never had this reaction from being with a girl before and the fact it was you made him feel even more special.

You finally met his eyes and smiled back at him. He felt like you were reading his mind and he too now felt bashful. He tossed the cloth he'd been fiddling with between his fingers at you in an attempt to stop the silent conversation that was going on between you. You caught the rag between your fingers, your body rolling slightly and relaxing as you took him in, your gaze softening.

Neither of you needed to say anything. You both knew what this was. It was a comfortable curiosity. You were his best friend and he was yours. There was no doubt of the platonic love you had for one another and now you just had a greater appreciation for each other.

You cleaned yourself up as Will pulled his boxers back on, before climbing back onto the bed with you. You tossed the cloth across the room, aiming for your hamper but it missed landing on the floor as Will wrapped an arm around you. You cuddled into him, your head resting against his shoulder, his fingers drawing lazy circles across your skin. “I love you.” you said softly but confidently.

“I know.” he said back, leaning down to place a kiss on the top of your head, a content smile fixed permanently to his face.

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kaepop-trash · 3 years

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Omg I finally found someone who writes about johnny and writes stories exactly how i imagine them to be with him. 😩😩🥺

Would you write something like him and you playing catch me or so and y/n gets like so excited when she is running away from him and so.....🙄

I'm glad he lives upto your idea of what Johnny could be. The least he can do while wrecking my one and only bias spot.

I'm sorry for making majorly outdated reference. These are getting increasingly elaborate for being miscellaneous moments with pre-establised characters and that is on me and nobody else. Am I maybe in love with this Johnny? Yes. Am I maybe in love with him period? We'll see.

I hope you like this.

Johnny realised that she woke up the moment the covers moved, stirring and turning to face him. He bit his cheek.

"What time is it?" She groaned as Johnny slid into bed.

"A little after one, I'm sorry I woke you up." He whispered as his head fell on the pillow.

She gave him a sleepy smile, eyes still closed. "How was the meeting?" She questioned.

"Great, I landed it." He shifted, wrapping his arms around her. "They'll give me the promotion."

She turned over, burying her face into his neck with a sigh "That's great, baby. I'm so proud of you." She hummed, praising him despite being half asleep.

He smiled, his heart fluttering at the words. He reached up to run his hand through her hair, careful not to loosen her ponytail.

"Thank you." The words fell short of expressing how much her words meant to him. "I love you." He added, his voice softer.

She hummed, kissing his jaw— the gesture sloppy from sleep. He didn't mind one bit.

"You too, Johnny." She whispered, her sleep slowly taking over.

He kissed her hair as her breathing evened out, "Good night." He whispered, the soft smile staying on his face till sleep took over him too.

Johnny walked into their bedroom a little past noon, frowning at her. She looked up above the rim of her glasses as he entered, still in bed in her pajamas.

"You're still in bed?" He raised a brow.

"I have left the bed." She raised her brow back, the expression never failing to make his stomach churn, "I'm just back in again." She looked back down at whatever papers she had in her hand.

"Why?" He questioned, walking into the room.

She sighed, "Some papers to proofread and flag. I felt like doing it in bed." She sighed the second time, turning a page over.

Johnny hummed, "I'm going down to the gym. What do you want to do about lunch?" He asked as he went over to the wardrobe to pick out clothes for his work out.

"There is some food in the fridge. I'll reheat it and we can have that. I don't want it to go bad." She sounded distracted but listened anyway while she read through her papers. A habit he always found admirable.

"Okay. I'll see you in a while." He managed to slip into his clothes without her notice, biting down his disappointment at that.

When Johnny came back, she was sitting at the kitchen counter with the papers still in her hand.

Johnny sighed, "Is it urgent?" He questioned, leaning over to make sense of what she was doing.

"No." Her eyes remained glued on the pages, "I just want to finish it so I have my Sunday free at least." She squinted at something on the page.

Johnny shook his head with a laugh, leaning over to give her a kiss on the temple.

She raised a finger to stop him before he reached, "I just took a shower, Johnny. You're sweaty." She didn't look up, so he couldn't even give her a pout.

"Cruel." He mumbled.

She cracked a smile, turning to look at him. "Filthy." She retorted with a snort, turning back just as he grinned.

"It's your favourite thing about me." He whispered, inching his hands further to land on her waist.

She bolted out of the high chair and turned to him with a glare. "I told you you're sweaty!" She whined.

Johnny grinned, "Weren't you the one who said that I'm irresistible after a workout?" He licked his bottom lick, "Getting sick of me already?" He joked, voice devious.

She snorted, backing away when he moved forward. "What do you mean 'weren't you the one'? Lots of people in your life telling you these things, Johnny Suh? Maybe you're the one getting sick of me." He smiled playfully.

"Come here and I'll show you."

No. Take a shower first." She pointed to their room. She walked around the couch in their living room, familiar with the space enough by now to navigate it without looking.

"You'll need one too after I'm done with you, you wretched girl." He moved around the couch with her, enjoying the sudden game they were playing far too much.

"My favourite title." She gloated, "I plan to live up to it today. Go shower and let me get back to work. You're an equity partner now, you can be your own boss." She pointed a finger at him, "I still have to listen to mine." She bit her smile.

Johnny put a hand on his hip, "Uncalled for." He gave her a playful glare, "My promotion has nothing to do with this. Other than that I still haven't had a chance to celebrate the only way I want to right now." He took a large step to the left of the couch, his long legs making the move significant. But she was more nimble, moving away quickly to the right with a giggle and remaining firmly opposite him with the couch in between.

"Why don't we really celebrate? I'll go buy that wine you really like and we can go eat at park avenue." She teased him.

"Or you can just come to bed with me. I need to make sure you're not bored of me already."

She stopped moving for a second, "I am never getting bored of you." She said earnestly.

"Never?" Johnny questioned, her words making his eyes glimmer. She shook her head at him. "Not even when I force you to wake up for a run in the morning?" He raised a playful brow.

She took a frustrated breath, "Yeah actually I take that back. You also made me walk from Chinatown to Chelsea." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You're a sadist." She frowned.

He inched closer and she escaped just in time, laughing as she ran towards their shared bedroom. He caught on easily this time, grabbing her by the waist and turning her around, pulling her into his chest.

She whined between her laughs, "Now I'm all dirty too."

He hummed, brushing his lips against her forehead. "I wouldn't have you any other way." He murmured against her skin.

She sighed, melting into his touch. "Pervert." She whispered. He smacked her ass lightly and she laughed breathlessly, lifting her head to brush her nose against his. "See what I mean?" She grinned, winching with a laugh when he did it a little harder this time.

"Bed." He groaned, "Or I'm just going to pin you to the wall." He warned.

She hummed, "I'm not adverse to that idea." She brushed her lips over his lightly then moved it across his cheek.

He wrapped his fingers on the back of her neck and bought her lips back to his, kissing her with eager licks. He guided her steps till her back hit the wall, pulling back only to untie his sweats.

"Don't be in a mood later when your legs are cramped." He warned, looping his fingers into her shorts and pulling them down after his.

"You're already planning on making me sore and I'm supposed to be okay with it?" She questioned, stepping out of her pants with her eyes on him.

"I offered the bed." He countered, tugging at his t-shirt from his back and yanking it off with a swift tug.

"As if that was going to make me any less sore with that inside me." She pointed at his dick. "You used to be so restrained." She clicked her tongue.

Johnny laughed, hands reaching up to undo the buttons of her pajamas shirt. "Don't speak about Monty like that." He tried to bite back a smile.

She dragged her eyes back to him, "Did you just call your penis, Monty?" Johnny nodded. She squeezed her eyes, sucking in a breath and bracing herself.

She opened them with reluctance, "Like, a python?" She questioned. Johnny gave her a proud grin, confirming her worst fear. "I'm breaking up with you." She groaned.

He smirked, "Harsh." He dragged the collar down of her shirt down and leaned down to kiss her clavicle. "I have to admit, I love watching you stumble around sometimes." He mumbled into her neck, "Absolutely wrecked because of me." He licked her neck, making her gasp. "I'll miss that if you leave."

"You know what I miss?" She moved her head to expose her neck to him further, "I miss the first few months we were dating. When you were always soft and gentle. Trying to be all in control of yourself." She deepened her voice to sound more masculine, laughing breathlessly at her own effort.

Johnny chuckled against her jaw, "Do you?"

"Yes." She didn't sound serious.

Johnny pulled away, eyes sparking when he saw the passing disappointment in hers. "So what about when you're demanding me to go harder? Or you're begging me to ruin you?" He raised a brow, quoting things she had very much said before.

She bit her lip, he smiled.

"So you're saying," He paused, watching his finger as he traced it up from her belly button to her lips, pulling the lower one out from between her teeth. "That I shouldn't fuck you into the wall?" He cocked his head, feigning innocence.

He let her take the moments she used to come up with her excuse. "You can't go back now, Johnny Suh. Now I'm hooked on it, the way you snap your hips into mine. You did this." She looked at him through a hooded gaze, eyes blown out.

It was his turn to bite his lips, coming closer till their skin touched.

"Very well," He sighed with mock defeat, looking up to give her a devious look, "You're my boss after all."

"Where's my equity?" She mumbled, making Johnny laugh with the deep throaty voice he got when he was impossibly aroused. He gave her an affectionate smile, one she returned with equal love.

"Jump." He ordered.

She wrapped her legs around him, being held up by his arms on her ass and her hold on his hips.

His eyes melted for a second, something making him think. He looked up at her, "Don't get sick of me." He told her.

She gave him a lost expression, the words having no purchase when she was naked and being held against a wall by him. "So clingy." She licked her lips.

"You did that."

She grinned, resting her head on the wall with a content sigh, "Not even when you make me walk across the Brooklyn bridge." She promised. Johnny kissed her forehead, both their smiles faltering when he entered her swiftly, soft grunts leaving them both.

As he slowly picked up pace, her hands tried to find a grip everywhere before coming back to his shoulders.

"God." She groaned, unfettered. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" Her words tied into his tongue as he wrapped her lips in a kiss. She clenched around him, making his breath stutter as he drew back just enough to keep his lips against hers. "Absolutely fucking insane." She repeated, eyes screwed shut. He closed the non-existent gap and bit down on her tongue, her whine making him twitch deep inside her. Her words felt ironic when he was sure he hadn't felt sanity since that summer they met.

He pulled back to put his forehead on hers, eyes searching her face.

"Everytime I think." He spoke through clenched teeth, pausing to groan as he pulled out. "That I can't love you anymore than I already do." He sighed, wrapping his arms around her thighs with more security, lifting her hips and sliding back into her. The angle made her cry out. "I find myself pleasantly surprised." He kissed her eyelid.

A particularly sharp thrust made them both gasp. Johnny watched her parted lips and furrowed face, "What do I do?" He pulled out and slammed back in, making her moan. "What do with all this love in me for you?" Johnny shuddered, realising with a start that he came without realising.

He increased his pace, reaching down to massage her clit to bring her to her own high. She dropped her head onto his shoulders with a moan, a string of curses leaving her open mouth.

Before he could let her back down, she pulled him in; kissing every inch of his face till he was giggling.

"I love you." She mumbled against his cheekbone, "So much." She kissed his nose, "Sometimes I think I'll burst with it." She kissed his temple. "You tell me what I should do about that." She kissed him.

Johnny laughed against her lips, the words making joy bubble to his throat. There was something he could think of, it was just a matter of when he would ask.

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Written In the Stars: Finale

-> SFW // Soulmate!AU // fluff, // Mummy!Namjoon, Moon Goddess!Taehyung

-> Pairing: Namjoon x Reader // Taehyung x Reader

-> Word Count: 7k

-> Summary: Life after losing a loved one is challenging, especially when you’ve had the chance to see just how long the two of you have spent passing each other by. With it only being a few weeks since your loss, you’ve found your life has become dull and despondent. You can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to move on, even with the help of friends.

-> Warning(s): mild language

a/n: I can’t believe we’re actually at the end 😭😭 I’ve put so much time and love into this story and I’m both sad and happy that I’ve been able to finish it! I hope everyone enjoys!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Masterlist

“Ma’am, where’s the restroom?”

You turn and see a father holding a small boy in his arms, and you immediately jump into action, “Take a right out of these doors, down the hall until you see the blue traffic sign, and it’ll be on the right. There should be a Daffodil portrait on the wall right before your turn.”

The man heaves a happy - very relieved - sigh, “Thank you!”

“Of course!” You watch as he speedwalks out of the exhibit and takes off down the hall. You can only hope he actually makes it there.

The day shift has definitely been more exciting. It’s only been a few weeks, but your days have been filled with more excitement since you switched. You tried to continue with the night shift post, but the silence just became too overwhelming. Thankfully, Hoseok seemed to understand when you told him.

You switched back to the day shift in hopes it would help to take your mind off of Namjoon. You thought being surrounded by others would make you feel less lonely, but you can’t help but think about how your life has changed so drastically.

Adjusting to your new life hasn’t been easy. Everywhere you look, you’re reminded of Namjoon. You hear his laugh by the water fountains, you see his hair in crowds on the street, and you can still feel his arms around you at night as you lay in bed.

At first, you thought it was something you could handle. You thought if you embraced his goodbye, then you’d be content to live the rest of your life without him. But no one told you losing love would hurt this bad.

You’ve tried to do other things, like knitting and working out, but you’re not very good at either one - nor do you really like them. Cooking had seemed like a good idea until you realized that meant cleaning the dishes. With every attempt to move on, you seem to take 3 large steps back.

You find yourself going to places Namjoon would have liked. Spontaneous trips to the park lead to long evenings by the river. Extra hours at the museum have you wandering through the exhibits just to look at the art one more time. Even a quick trip to the store has you buying things you’ve never thought to try.

The one place you never go is the King’s exhibit. At least, not of your own free will. It’s only happened twice - once being today - because someone had to call out. And just like the time before, you find yourself at the aquarium.

A place where Namjoon was truly happy.

The touch tanks have quickly become a favorite of yours. They allow you time to think to yourself and drift off, to daydream about a handsome king with an endearing fascination for the world around him.

You like to visit the crabs the most. Mostly because you know Namjoon would if he could. He thought they were the cutest on your outing together, and holding the tiny creature in your palm you can see why.

“Ow!” You flinch at the small pinch from the crustacean. Your hands jerk, but you try to protect the crab the best you can without dropping it.

“Here-” A large hand reaches in front of you and plucks the crab from your hands, “These guys get a little finicky when you hold them up too high.”

You place your thumb over the pinch and turn to him, “Really? I can’t-” You pause mid-sentence.

Now, looking at the crab’s savior, you see him. Lilac strands poke out of the blue university hat he’s wearing. His khaki shorts are worn and just barely reach his knees, and his sneakers are all worn out. Even the socks he’s wearing have slightly lost their vibrance. His baggy t-shirt doesn’t hide the fact that he’s more fit than he was a few weeks ago, but a few weeks ago he had disappeared right in front of you. But there’s no mistaking that dimpled smile.

This is Namjoon.

You stare at him like a deer in headlights, and you must look exactly how you feel because his smile turns to concern, “Are you okay?” He asks.

You nod, “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine…” You’re not. You’re absolutely stunned and he doesn’t seem to recognize you. They do say everyone in the world has 4 people that look just like them. How unfortunate that you’ve found his. “You just...look really familiar.”

“Really? Well, I guess that means I have a memorable face then.” He muses, chuckling to himself - Exactly like Namjoon. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You take another selfish moment to look at him, admiring how gentle he is with the small creature in his hands. “You really seem to like the crabs.”

“Yeah, I do!” He nods enthusiastically, “I really only applied here as an excuse to play in the touch tanks.”

“Something easy to wind down from classes?” You ask.

His eyes widen in surprise, and he turns to you as if you suddenly grew 2 extra heads, “How’d you know?”

You giggle, “You’re wearing a university hat with your grad year.”

“Really?!” You nod and he pulls the cap off of his head, letting out a frustrated groan when he confirms he’s wearing his university hat, “No wonder my supervisor straight up ignored me this morning. This is the third time this month I’ve grabbed the wrong one.”

“At least it’s a nice hat.” You assure him, trying to remain positive.

He places the cap back on his head and sighs, “Tell that to him.” He brings the small crab still resting in his palms eye level, “This little guy knows exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t you, buddy?”

“Don’t tell me you speak crab.”

“Of course I do! You just have to know how to listen.” He says matter of factly.

“Alright then. Ask him how he’s doing.”

“I will.” He turns to the crab and stares at it as if they’re having a staring contest, “How are you feeling, little guy?” He moves the crab up to his ear and acts as though it’s whispering to him, nodding and humming disagreement, “I see...I’d be pretty frightened too.”

You narrow your eyes, “What did he say?”

“He said he was having a great day until someone came and held him up too high.” He teases.

“You’re taller than me!” You argue.

He looks you up and down, nodding, “You’re right…” He seems to contemplate for a moment before he shrugs with a sly smile, “He probably just likes me better.”

“Oh, really now?” You challenge. He nods proudly and you scoff, “Well, what’s your name? Resident Crab Whisperer?”

“No! That’s way too long.” He laughs. He extends the hand not cradling a crab towards you and smiles, “My name is Kim Namjoon.”

“Well…” You hesitate, trying your best not to react. You swallow your nerves and shake his hand with a smile of your own, “-It’s nice to meet you, Kim Namjoon. Any relation to the mummy at the museum?”

“That hopeless romantic from the Seoul Museum?” He jokes. He takes this moment to place the crab back into his touch tank, “Yeah, he’s like a great-great-super great uncle or something like that.”

“Well, you look like him.” You say. He gives you a confused look and you’re quick to back-pedal, “His portraits! You look like his portraits.”

“I do?” He asks.

“Besides the purple hair, I’d say you’re the spitting image.”

“I’ll have to check it out myself then.”

“Well, their hours are 8am to 10pm Monday through Saturday and 12pm to 6pm on Sunday.” He gives you a pointed look and you shrug, “I’ve been the night guard the past few years. I just switched to day shift.”

“Really?!” He asks in disbelief, “Isn’t it creepy working the graveyard shift? It must be way too quiet.”

“Not really.” You think back to the nights you spent with your Namjoon and how he made you laugh. You remember asking him the same thing one Saturday night after the museum closed. You two were much closer than his first Sunday there, but you couldn’t help but worry about how he must get through the night alone. But Namjoon was a king. He wasn’t worried about a bit of peace and quiet. “A friend of mine once told me that silence is more reassuring than anything. It means peace.”

“They sound wise.”

“He was...” You can’t help but think about Namjoon’s absence.

This always happens when you think about any good times you may have had, remembering how much fun you had and how you’ll likely never have it again. Being in front of this Namjoon does nothing to help you feel at ease.

“You know that movie-?! It’s-Oh...What was it called…?” The lilac-haired Namjoon suddenly claps his hands together with a proud smile, “Night at the Museum! Anything like that happen after hours?”

You chuckle to yourself, knowing better than anyone how Ben Stiller’s character felt during that movie. Of course, the Namjoon in front of you would never believe you, “I wish. It’d make some of the exhibits a lot more interesting.”

He nods, “I bet they’d be pretty interactive too…Could you imagine history telling itself?!”

“Please, I don’t want to hear about the love-life of a thousand-year-old mummy.” You joke, knowing full well you already have.

“Yeah, I guess that would get annoying after a while...always lamenting about love and what-not…” He seems slightly disappointed, but his smile comes right back, “Why don’t you let me show you around and I’ll tell you about our exhibits instead?”

You’re taken aback by his boldness, “Oh, are you sure?” He nods, “I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything.”

“Don’t worry about it! My shift ended like 30 minutes ago and this place is only open for another 3 hours.” He assures you, “So, what do you say?”

Maybe it’s because he’s the spitting image of Namjoon, or maybe it’s the similarities in their personas. Maybe it’s just the way his dimples appear every time he laughs and his laugh sounds just like his. No matter what it is that’s drawing you to this Namjoon, you find that your heart has taken over for your brain and it’s putty in his hands, “Sure. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Namjoon breaks into an excited grin, dimples on full display, “That’s the spirit!” He straightens his posture and holds his arm out for you as if he were a butler or an escort, “From here until the aquarium closes, consider me your personal tour guide for the rest of the evening. There won’t be a bench you haven’t sat on by the time we’re done!”

He’s confident.

But perhaps he’s too confident…

He takes you to places you’ve been before, educating you on every animal in great detail. He doesn’t miss a single species, and he takes great care to make sure you see what he’s talking about - guiding your head and pointing in the right direction. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you could listen to him talk for hours. He’s so well-spoken, and he describes everything in such wonderful detail. It comes as no surprise to you when he mentions himself to be a literature major.

He has such a unique personality and the most terrible humor. He tells you about his bike and how much he enjoys riding by the river and through the park. He tells you about his love for moon jelly and how it’s like looking up at the sky when you see them. Everything about him is just so uniquely him, but you can’t help but see all of the similarities he holds to your Namjoon.

His physical features are all the same: his eyes, his nose, his lips, his dimples, his height, and even his haircut! There’s no doubt that this Namjoon would look identical to your Namjoon if his hair were the same dark brown. His interest in the Moon and his love of literature. Your Namjoon would have excelled academically in this world just like this Namjoon. Even his love of small creatures and terribly out-of-date dad jokes is exactly the same!

He’s Namjoon.

But he doesn’t hold the memories of your Namjoon…

Taehyung had told you how Fate had tried to warn him several times. How Fate couldn’t change what would happen, and she could only hope to guide everyone to the best outcome without ruining the future herself. But how cruel could Fate be to have another Namjoon this close to you yet not be yours. To thrust this on you so soon without even a few months to grieve more.

How could someone be so heartless?

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“And this would be the last bench of our tour.” Namjoon says as you exit the aquarium, extending an arm as he presents it to you.

“Oh wow...” You thank him and take a seat, playing along with his charade - as you have all night - as you pretend to admire the bench. You admire the dedication plaque for just a moment before you turn to him in mock disappointment, “I thought you said we’d see everything on this tour?”

He shrugs, “I may have rambled here and there...” He seems almost sheepish as he realizes how he went on and on over every topic the two of you talked about, “Sorry about that.”

“No worries here.” You assure him. You’d take 5 more tours just to listen to him ramble on and on for hours, “Now I know that fish talk through make sounds by vibrating their muscles against their bladder. Pretty weird, but I wouldn’t know that if you hadn’t told me.”

“Well, I’m glad I could educate you a bit.” He seems nervous, shoving his hands into his pockets as he shifts from one foot to the other, “Maybe we can do this again?”

“Uh…” You hesitate, “Yeah. Maybe.”

It’s just a tour. No harm in that.

“Maybe...I could take you to dinner too?” He asks.

There’s some harm in that.

He already seems nervous so you try to find the right words to say, “Oh, I-” But your face seems to give you away way too easily.

“You’re not interested.”

“No-!”

“It’s okay! I get it, I understand.”

“No, you don’t.” You stand up and try to explain, but he seems to already have your rejection in his mind.

“No, please, don’t feel like you have to. I’ve been told I can be a bit pushy.”

“No, that’s really not it! I’d love to go to dinner with you!”

That seems to catch his attention.

“Really?”

You nod, “Yeah! Just not now, or like-...anytime soon.”

The last of Namjoon’s hope turns into skepticism, “Are you sure you’re not just saying that?”

“I know how it sounds, but please-!” You stop yourself before you can blurt out the wrong thing and scare him off entirely, “I lost someone really special to me recently. His loss hasn’t been easy for me, and I don’t want to jump into something too soon. I don’t think that’d be fair to you if I’m still hung up on someone else.”

“Oh wow...I’m really sorry about that.” You thank him and take a moment to breathe, holding yourself back from the tears that want to break free, “I went through a loss not too long ago too! You’re taking the right steps, and I appreciate you thinking about my feelings.”

You smile, “Of course! Everyone deserves that.”

“Well, no dinner then, but maybe another tour next weekend? Same time?” He asks, “Strictly hanging out though. No dinner.”

You nod, “I’d love that.”

“Then it’s a date!” He says excitedly. Though, as soon as the words leave his mouth he’s stepping over himself to correct what he’d said, “Not a date! Absolutely not a date. No, ma’am.”

You can’t help but smile fondly at how endearing he is, “I can’t wait.”

You squeeze the strap of the bag on your shoulder with one hand and wave with the other, turning and departing from the current Namjoon. Maybe in time, you can fall in love with this Namjoon for who he is and not because he reminds you of your Namjoon. At that point, then this lilac-haired, crab-loving, literature enthusiast would be your Namjoon.

You can only hope that day comes sooner rather than later.

“So, that’s it then?”

“I’m sorry?” You turn around confused, only about 50 feet away.

“I can’t believe you’re just going to be nice to this me, but not the one that waited 1,000 years for you!” He explains.

You’re so confused that it takes a second to grasp what this Namjoon is saying, and then it hits you. This Namjoon isn’t just any Namjoon.

He’s your Namjoon.

King Kim Namjoon.

The Hopeless Romantic from the Seoul Museum of Art and History.

“Namjoon…?” You ask. You know it’s him, you’re confident. But it still seems like it’s way too good to be true.

He nods, “It’s me.”

In an instant, you’re running towards him. You fling yourself into his awaiting arms and squeeze him as tight as humanly possible, burying your face into his neck as the tears begin to form in your eyes. You let your hands thread through his soft, purple locks and allow yourself to relax with his arms squeezing around your waist.

You bask in this overwhelming feeling of being whole again. You feel light and complete for the first time in weeks and it fills you with so much joy that you can hardly contain yourself. The embrace feels like that first kiss all over again, and you just never want to let him go.

As you calm down and you come to realize that Namjoon isn’t going anywhere, you pull away just enough so you can see his own tear-stained face. His cheeks are red and his eyes are puffy, but his smile is unmistakable with those gorgeous dimples of his.

Looking at him, it’s now that you realize…

He remembered you this whole time.

You smack his chest - not enough to hurt him, but enough so he knows you mean business - and he flinches, “How dare you play with me like this, Namjoon? Do you know how hard the past few weeks have been for me?!”

“I’m sorry!” He apologizes. He runs his hands up and down your sides affectionately, trying to keep you close - and not angry with him, “Trust me when I say this wasn’t easy for me either.”

As much as you would love to be mad with him for pretending he didn’t know you, you can’t. You’re just happy he’s here more than anything. But that still begs the question, “How are you here?”

“I’m not supposed to say much, but I can tell you the other deities had a few tricks up their sleeves.” He explains. He takes a moment to admire your features and leans down to press a kiss to your temple, “But I think most of the thanks needs to go to Taehyung.”

Your eyes widen in shock, “You know about him?!”

He nods, “It was a shock, but he and the other deities explained everything.” He pulls you closer and uses a hand to cup your face, “They gave me a whole life to share with you.”

You lean into his touch, but you’re still reeling from everything that’s happened in such a short time, “And you just remember everything?”

“They gave me the memories back.” He corrects. He’s so close now and you want nothing more than to start where the two of you had left off before you broke the spell, “I guess Fate had a backup plan for him.”

“Thank Fate for that.” You say before giving in to your temptation and pulling your soulmate in for a much needed, long-awaited, proper kiss

* *

“You wanted to see me?”

You look up from your paperwork to see Taehyung standing in your doorway, wearing his favorite emerald 3 piece suit. His fist is raised to the door frame as if he knocked just before he spoke. You must not have heard him.

You wave him in, “Yeah, come in! I’m just finishing up with this finance report.” You expect him to come right in, but he seems hesitant to do so. “Are you okay?”

“Am I not in trouble?” He asks.

Your brow raises in confusion, “Why would you be in trouble?”

“Well, Jimin said-'' Taehyung stops. He remembers the other day after work when he’d come home to Jimin and Jeongguk, going at it in the kitchen for the 4th time in 2 weeks. He’d thought it would be funny to dump water on them - and so had Guk - but the Earth deity had apparently been unamused. Of course, him being the pettiest individual he would settle for a payback that would absolutely scare him. He sits in the chair across from you and throws one leg over the other, “Nevermind. I know what happened.”

You chuckle, “Well, I have a surprise for you. That’s why I asked for you.”

“Oh, really?!” He’s definitely surprised, “What is it?”

“Well-” You move your finance report to the paper organizer on your desk, grab your bag at your feet, and stand up, “-why don’t show you?”

He uncrosses his legs and stands, “We’re going somewhere?”

You nod, “If you’re up for it.” You hold your hand out for him, an action that’s become normal between the two of you.

He takes your hand and you both exit your office together, leaving the human way. You make your way downstairs hand-in-hand, passing patrons that still roam the halls or meander up and down the stairs taking pictures to their heart's content. It all makes you feel human, and feeling human makes you feel happy.

On your way through the lobby, you catch sight of Eunha talking to another security guard. She’d made a request to switch shifts, and you made sure to have Hoseok take over her position under the guise of someone else. She looks happier, but you know better. Thankfully, her shift will be over in a few more hours.

“She’s pretty strong.” Taehyung comments, seeming to already know what you’re thinking. “I talked to her this morning and at lunch. She’s holding it together.”

You manage half a smile, “That’s good.”

Seokjin spots you walking together as you get closer to the exit and his smile widens, “Goodnight, (Y/n)! Goodnight, Taehyung!”

“Have a good night, Seokjin!” You respond, offering a small nod.

“See you tomorrow!” Taehyung waves. Seokjin gives him an indiscreet wink and you pretend you don’t see it even when Taehyung gives him an even more obvious wink back.

You playfully bump him with your hip and he pulls you with him, raising your joined hands above your head and resting them on your opposite shoulder. You squeeze as tight as you can together to fit through the door frame and out to the open air.

“I heard you promoted him.” Taehyung mentions as you make your descent down the large staircase.

You shrug, “There was an opening available.”

“Was there?” He asks, nudging you with his elbow.

You nod, “Yes. There was.” You nudge him back.

“Are you sure~?” The blonde asks again, “I’d hate to see you fall victim to those silly human emotions~”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Oh, you are something else!” You drop his hand and rush two steps ahead of him, but he’s right behind you.

“I’m just looking out for you!” He defends. He rushes down the steps to the bottom before you make it to the last step and he puts his hands out to stop you, “We wouldn’t want to upset the council, would we?”

“I think you’ve done enough angering the council to cover me.” You remind him, poking his nose with your pointer finger, “Besides, maybe I want to get under their skin.”

“All of them? Or someone specific?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

You sigh, “I’m not saying Seowoo deserves it, but that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“I can’t argue with that.” He agrees. He looks both ways down the sidewalk, “Which way?”

“This way.” You point towards the side of the museum where the street light is out, the darkness wrapping around the corner and making the perfect disappearing point.

You take his hand and together you both walk into the shadows, walking into the darkest section of the sidewalk before disappearing at the corner. You round the trunk of a cherry willow, a sliver of distant light shining through the drooping branches.

Taehyung runs his thumb over your hand and stops, “Are you wearing rings?” He pulls back to check and does a double-take when he sees you in the dim light, “Why’d you change?”

“We’re at a university.” You explain. You’ve changed from your work clothes to a university sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, “I’d rather look like a student than a teacher. You should probably change too.”

“Oh...sure.” In his own fashion, he changes into a white shirt under a baggy, light beige sweater vest, a pair of jeans, and orange converse. He looks himself over once before fashioning a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to finish his look. “Where are we?”

“Eunha’s college.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen in surprise, “Why are we here? She’s still at work.”

“I want you to meet a friend of mine.” You explain.

“You have friends?” He asks, earning an unamused glare from you, “Sorry.”

“This way.” You lead Taehyung off the grass to the actual path and walk under the lights back towards the main building. When you reach a fork in the path you make a left to go around the side of the building between another series of buildings on the other side of the path. You keep walking until you reach another large area with benches, tables, and a fountain.

Sitting on the side of the fountain with just enough light that you can see them, is a trio of 3 men with different hair colors. One with midnight blue, a pastel pink, and lilac. Of course, you recognize them all without a problem at all.

“Hey, guys! Sorry, I’m late, I just had to grab Taehyung.” You call out.

The pastel pink head turns to reveal Hoseok - who’s changed from his normal all-black outfit to a black t-shirt with the word obey in colorful letters, bright orange pants, layered necklaces, and a pair of black, yellow-tinted glasses resting on the top of his head, “No worries, we haven’t gotten started yet.”

“Yeah, Joon was just telling us about the assignment we missed.” Yoongi agrees, revealing himself to be the midnight blue head of hair. He’s wearing an all blue, leaf-patterned outfit with a TuneSquad jersey underneath his top.

“You wouldn’t have missed it if you made it to class on time!” Taehyung freezes as soon as he hears his voice, pulling you to a stop as well. He knows that voice better than anyone, knowing damn well it belongs to someone that’s supposed to be dead.

Hoseok shrugs and leans back, “What can I say? I had priorities to attend to.”

“I just wasn’t interested.” Yoongi stands up and takes a few steps to stretch, revealing Namjoon sitting at the end of the three.

Namjoon is wearing a pair of light wash jeans and a black belt with a white shirt tucked in and a light blue button-up over it. He sighs, “How you have the highest marks in the class I will never know.”

Taehyung looks between the three of them, going back and forth between the two deities and Namjoon before settling on you, “What is going on right now?”

You squeeze his hand, “Just don’t say anything.” You pull him with you to join the others, coming to a stop in front of all of them. You point to the blonde and then to Hoseok, “Taehyung, this is Hoseok-”

The walking gumball throws up a peace sign, “Sup.”

“-Yoongi.”

“Hey.” He gives a small wave

“-And Namjoon.”

Namjoon is the only one to stand and walk up to Taehyung to offer his hand, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally?” He asks, shaking the old king’s hand.

“(Y/n) hasn’t been able to shut up about you,” Namjoon explains with a devious smile. You visibly freeze and that only eggs him on more, “She said you were annoying when she first transferred into our class, then she said she thought she was in love with you.”

Taehyung gives you a look and you completely ignore him, “Namjoon!”

“Of course, we all knew she was,” Hoseok adds with a teasing smile of his own.

“Hoseok! Shut up!”

“How interesting.” Taehyung chuckles, happy to know how you feel even as you pretend you don’t exist, “Well, it’s nice to meet all of you.”

“Why don’t we all move this way? Maybe grab a bite to eat?” You suggest, hoping to move on from your own embarrassment.

“Yes!” Hoseok jumps up and throws his arms in the air before dropping them back down to his sides, “I’m starving!”

Yoongi scoffs, “You’re always starving...”

“I’m growing. I need sustenance.” Hoseok defends, patting his stomach for emphasis.

You walk up beside him and pat the back of his head, “I think all of that food is going right to your head.”

Hoseok looks like a kicked puppy and Namjoon sweeps into his defense, “C’mon, guys, don’t pick on him!”

“Yeah! Don’t pick on me!” He pouts, crossing his arms.

“He can’t help it if he loses brain cells without food,” Namjoon says, turning and grabbing his belongings while you and Yoongi laugh at Hoseok’s expense.

“Do you want me to swear at you?!” The poor god of Death looks absolutely appalled and utterly betrayed by the lilac-haired man. He huffs, “You children have no respect for your elders.”

“Can I quote you on that?” Yoongi asks, walking past Hoseok to grab his own bag.

“Absolutely not!”

Taehyung watches the dysfunctional chaos before him, in awe that the 3 pillars of balance could act like humans. Not just with each other, but with someone he himself once called a friend. You’re all so different than you are at the museum and the council meetings, it’s like you’re not even the same people.

“Tae?” You ask, pulling him out of his confused state. You hold your hand out to him, asking him to join you as the others continue to walk ahead. He accepts.

The 5 of you walk together, further away from the buildings on campus to the fence that lines the end of the property. You all forego the sidewalk for walking across the lawn, getting further away from the lights as you go.

Hoseok comes to a stop in the middle of the grass and Taehyung almost walks into him, “Do you think this is far enough?”

Yoongi looks around and shrugs, “I don’t think anyone will notice.”

“Notice what?” Taehyung asks.

“Way to sound like we brought him here to murder him.” Namjoon jokes.

“Namjoon. Hold my hand.” You say, dropping Taehyung’s for his.

Hoseok and Yoongi hold hands across from you and Namjoon laughs, “Oh, are we having that seance now?” He looks at Taehyung and winks, “Sorry, I guess we forgot to mention this part.”

“Just hold my hand.” You demand. He does and Hoseok takes his other, creating a chain between the 4 of you.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and sighs, “Alright, let’s do it.”

You and Hoseok nod in agreement and Namjoon nods as well, acting as though what you’re all doing is just a practical joke you hadn’t let him in on. It’s only when a soft golden light starts to travel between your hands and to him that he starts to get worried.

“What are you guys doing?” He asks, fearful of what’s going on. He tries to pull away, but you and Hoseok are much stronger than the poor human. The light only continues to grow brighter, and the brighter it glows the more concerned Namjoon becomes, “Guys-?!”

The light washes over him like a wave and it’s like someone has opened his eyes for the very first time again. He takes a deep breath, and then he’s looking around at the others and at himself and at Taehyung and it’s like he’s experiencing life for the first time all over again.

“How did-? But I thought-” He struggles to find the right words to say, unsure where to start, “What’s going on?”

You step in front of him, placing your hands on his shoulders, “Namjoon, I’d like to formally introduce myself. I’m (Y/n), and I’m Fate.”

His eyes widen, “Fate…?”

You nod and Hoseok pushes you out of the way to make his own introduction, “I’m Hoseok, but you’d know me better as Death.”

“You’re Death?” Namjoon asks, obviously not able to believe that someone like Hoseok could be something as dark and daunting as Death.

“Death equals mercy,” Hoseok explains. Both you and Yoongi push him from both sides and he chuckles, “Sometimes…”

Namjoon nods, not yet believing it but going along with the information anyways. He turns to Yoongi, “Does that make you Life?”

“Was it my sunny disposition that gave me away?” The blue-haired deity asks, earning a laugh from the king.

You move in front of Namjoon again and gently take his arm, “And this is Taehyung.” You pull him to where the blonde stands, still in shock, “You two have already met before, but you might remember him a bit differently.”

You place a hand over Taehyung’s head and down his front, revealing how he looked the very first time he had met with the king, “Jihye…”

“Hey.” Taehyung smiles sheepishly, waving shyly as his old appearance morphs back into his college boy disguise, “It’s been a while.”

They both just stare at each other, one nervous and the other in disbelief. Taehyung can’t help but think of all the things Namjoon could want to say to him. How disappointed he is. How upset he must be. It comes as no surprise to anyone when Namjoon moves forward and pulls Taehyung into a hug. His arms cross behind his head and he pulls Taehyung as close as humanly possible without hurting him, “I’ve missed you.”

His words are like a breath of fresh air and Taehyung finds himself relaxing into the embrace and holding his friend back just as tight, “I’ve missed you too…”

It’s a special moment, one Taehyung never thought he would get. His first friend is back and it’s thanks to 3 very unlikely people.

“Why didn’t you come to see me after the spell worked?” Namjoon asks, pulling away.

Taehyung looks down, slightly ashamed, “I didn’t want to mess up again.”

“Again?”

“Like the first time. We’d been so close, but even if I had made it work you still would have-” He stops. He doesn’t need to say it. Not when everyone already knows what he’s going to say.

“But I thought once we broke the spell I’d have to wait until my next life?” Namjoon asks, reiterating what both he and Eunha had put together.

“Technically, this is your next life.” Yoongi mentions.

Life’s revelation comes as a shock to both Namjoon and Taehyung, “What?”

“You were supposed to meet in this life, but because you two just had to make it happen sooner-” Yoongi makes sure to glare so hard in Taehyung’s direction that his planet might even shiver, “-the spell tore your soul away from this one and placed it with your previous body once the spell took hold again.”

“With the spell broken, we were able to put your soul back in this body and merge them together.” You explain. The 3 of you have been sitting on this plan for weeks, and you’ve carefully crafted a friendship with this Namjoon since his soul left his previous body just to ensure you’d be able to make this change happen altogether.

“You’ve been able to do this the whole time? Why didn’t you say anything?!” Taehyung asks, completely shocked. You give him this ‘are you kidding me right now' look and he seems to get the hint, “Right. Fate’s strings…multiple outcomes.”

“I can’t believe this…I can’t wait to tell Eunha.” The modern king is still entranced with himself like he’s never looked at his body before. And then his words hit him and he realizes that Eunha isn’t here and has no idea that he’s alive, “I have to go see her right now-!”

He turns to take off in a sprint and Hoseok places himself in front of him with a hand on his chest, “Not so fast, deadman.”

“Huh?”

Yoongi groans, “You cannot just go hunting her down.” He’d spent far too much time conversing with young adults and various incompetent professors just for this plan to work and he was not going to let it all boil down to nothing.

Namjoon however, doesn’t understand exactly what’s at stake, “Why not? I need to tell her I’m alive and that I’m okay!”

“The magic that brought you back is still fragile. If you go to her now then the whole thing could blow up in all of our faces!” Hoseok explains in his own, dramatic fashion.

“So, what? I’m supposed to just wait?!” The king asks in disbelief.

“It will happen as Fate allows.” You remind him, “You’ve waited this long for a miracle, I think you can wait just a bit more.”

Your words are simple and still just as cryptic as always, but they put him at ease and bring him back to his senses. He nods, “Right…”

“Geez, why couldn’t you have been that easy?” Yoongi says, turning to Taehyung.

The blonde scoffs, “I am easy!”

Hoseok laughs, “I don’t think you actually know what that means.”

Taehyung crosses his arms, “I’m doing my best, okay?”

“Well, now that we got all of that settled-” Hoseok claps his hands together loudly and rubs them together, “-let’s go get some grub.”

Yoongi turns to Hoseok in disbelief and hits his arm, “Are you serious, right now? You don’t need to eat to survive!” The blue-haired deity reminds him.

“But Namjoon does! I’m sure Namjoon would love a nice warm meal.” Hoseok turns to the poor human with a look that resembles a kicked puppy and it’s like they’ve gone back to being undercover again.

“I wouldn’t mind a bite to eat I guess?” Namjoon caves, the god of Death breaking into celebration while the god of Life can only sigh in disappointment, “If we go to that one place downtown we can order drinks at the student price.”

The offer of a few beers seems to peak Yoongi’s interest much more than a measly human meal, “Hoseok gets to pay for everything.”

Hoseok shrugs, “I don’t care. It’s not like I can’t create my own money.”

He turns to get back on track for the gate to leave campus and Namjoon trails after him, “Wait you can do that?! How does that even work?”

“Oh, don’t get him started. Just blame magic like every other human and let’s get to the bus before it leaves.” Yoongi calls out, starting at a slower pace behind them. They leave you and Taehyung to take the back of the group, the both of you trudging along at a slow pace behind them.

“So, are you going back to your duties now that everything is done?” Taehyung asks. A part of him hopes that you’ll stick around or maybe even come to visit him on his own planet, but he knows that you have your own duties to attend to.

But you’ve thought about this as well. You knew that once Namjoon’s memories were merged and he’d be left to go and find Eunha on his own, that you’d be free to go back to how you were before this fiasco started. But things are different now. Now, you have Taehyung who’s snuck his way into your heart and made you feel emotions that you’d left reserved for humans. He’s helped you understand how to feel without letting it interfere with your job, and you don’t want to let that go just yet.

You sigh, “You know, I don’t have a planet of my own. I really just drift freely within space when I’m not doing anything.” You kick at the dirt, “Maybe I could stay here on Earth. Do what humans do.”

He’s shocked, “You’re staying on earth?”

You shrug, “Yeah. I heard there’s this museum with this ancient mummy exhibit.” With a mischievous, all-knowing grin you ask, “Wanna go check it out sometime?”

Taehyung can’t help the smile that breaks out on his face. He takes his arm and wraps it over your shoulder, pulling you into his side, “I’d love to.”

You may not be able to look at your own future together, but at least you know that the both of you can do it together.

Maybe Hui was right.

Maybe for Fate, the future is written in the stars.

~ Thank you for reading ~

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Feeling(s) (Prince!Taeyong x guard!reader)

a/n: back with the Prince Taeyong x guard reader series... for my maple sister @charmingyong !! I really hope this makes sense... I kinda cut it short here, but I am always letting all of you continue the story or add scenes according to your imagination

PRINCE TAEYONG X GUARD READER DRABBLE COLLECTION

tagging @neopalette too :*

shine your sword, and here we go guards!!

“(y/n), make sure you keep an eye on Taeyong for the whole day. We don’t want anything bad to happen to him on his special day.” the Royal Majesty queen just ordered you your quest for this week.

You nod, not that your job ever changes. It’s always being the prince’s personal bodyguard, but this week your work is extra hard because you really have to make sure he is always near you because it’s his 21st birthday this Sunday and everything about it has to be perfect.

You order for the carriage to be prepared as the prince will be visiting the town to pick up his clothes. Well, the tailor is already old but he makes the best attire and the royal family wasn't planning to change to any tailor at the moment.

"Are you finished?" You knock on his elm wood door and step back when he opens the door still in his bathrobes

He shakes his head and points at his body "Is this what you expect me to walk around the town with?"

You grin "I don't say anything, but it you're going out like that… i am not taking the duty."

He frowns "Why?" And you chuckle "Because I'm sure the whole town girls will be running after you and I am not risking my life to die in a girl mob chasing after their bathrobe prince."

Taeyong laughs at that and walks inside the room again and you stay put in the door frame.

"Okay, just give me time to change." He walks behind the screen and you only shake your head

"5 minutes or you're buying me a drink." You close the door behind you after hearing a scream of disagreement from him.

He comes down to the grounds late and you're already waiting next to the carriage.

"You don't know how precious time is!" You mutter to him when he climbs in and sits nicely in the cabin

You follow him and sit across him. Taeyong keeps his face to the window and stare at the pretty and colorful flowers. It's spring and the road is covered with spring blooms.

“I wonder what it’s like to just sit on the green grass and stare at the pretty flowers.” his gaze shifts to you and you just give him a “seriously” look

“Um you never do that?” you ask slowly, afraid that you offend him.

Taeyong scratches his neck, suddenly shy that he has to tell you this. “So, mom doesnt want me to play under the sun for too long or I’ll have a tan and she doesnt want that.”

Your jaw falls open and you have to shut it close before Taeyong feels more offended “Pardon my rude behaviour. Well if the Majesty Queen doesn't allow you then you should listen."

He fiddles with his long sleeves and whispers "Can you take me to sit on the grass one day?"

You notice his hint of desperation and you simply nod "Yeah sure as long as there's no sun." You giggle and he groans about your attempt to sound funny. It's not.

"But hey didn't you enjoy a tea under the sun usually?" You suddenly remember the small date he made for you on your duty.

Taeyong rolls his eyes "That was tea time! With loads of food. And chairs and gosh I was not even laying down on the grass!"

You stay silent, not knowing what to answer. The ride to the town remains calm with Taeyong casually asking you about things he doesn't notice before.

With the scenery changing to houses and tiny cottages, your eyes glimmer when you finally see what life beyong the walls looks like. You never really gotten the chance to grow up here, you were sent by your family to work in the castle since a young age. They have no money to send you to school, so giving you to the castle was their best option. Though you were never sitting in a class learning numbers and ABC, you are smart enough to know you belong here and not in the castle like Taeyong.

"I wonder what it's like to live here." You whisper to yourself when you see the town girl hanging around in a market stand laughing with a commoner

Taeyong only hums, not really listening to your words as he too is intrigued by the people here.

The ride ends in front of the humble store of the best tailor. Taeyong jumps down right after you get off and knock on the door.

"I'm sorry we're late, but the prince is here." You notify the tailor's wife and she quickly opens the door for the prince to enter.

Taeyong has been here several times to get his birthday outfits. His daily outfits were usually sent directly to the castle because not much fitting were needed for that. But for special occasions they've been measuring him here and there asking him if he wants more garnish or not.

"I like this. What do you think (y/n)?" He turns his body to face you and you're baffled. You look around wishing that the tailor can just answer him or his butler can say something. But the question was directed on you and only you should answer that.

You nod "Looks very nice." That's the simple comment you made. You always remember the rule that you shouldn't be talking too much to the prince. Your job is to guard him not talk with him. And that's what all of the town also knows.

Taeyong squints his eyes, he really thinks this cloth is too plain, but if you said it's nice that's all he really needs to hear.

"The whole crowd will like you no matter what you use. You’re always the center of the attention Taeyong, why bother.” you let that out and you internally slap yourself for saying that outloud.

The young prince definitely looks surprised, so does the tailor and his butler too.

“Can I have a word with this young lady. Alone.” his voice is deep and dangerous enough. The butler and tailor quickly scurry off the room and close the door so both of you can have the private talk.

You gulp when you notice that you’re doomed. Once everyone is away, Taeyong steps closer to you and you can only keep your eyes on the ground.

“Sorry, that was not supposed to be said out loud. That slipped out of my head.” you quickly bow and keep your eyes on the ground.

Taeyong scoffs “But still you have that thought in your head. Can’t you see it” he sighs in exasperation.

You bite your lips, oh no is this how everything will end? Is he going to be mad and ask you to be thrown away from the castle. As much as you wish to know what it’s like to live in the village and town, you’re not ready yet.

He takes a seat on one of the chairs and takes off his crown. You still stand but several feets away from him. He puts his face on his hands and groans “I don’t want to have the world’s attention, yours is enough.”

You feel heat creeping up your cheeks. Why is he always playing with your heart? He has never clarified what his intention is, flirting and playing around with your emotions. Were you too carried away by his words, what if he only sees you as his guard and he’s just playful to you?

You know you stand no chance to be his significant other, maybe the prince is even banned to think of being interested in someone not a nobel or a princess. You should bury this butterfly and tingly feeling down before it blooms into flowers and suffocates you figuratively and literally. Well who knows how you’ll be punished if the court finds out what’s between you and the prince.

“Please stop whatever this is,” you plead to him “I am supposed to be your guard and you’re the prince. You should be looking for the crowd’s attention and not mine.”

His eyes shake and his shoulder feels heavy, why should she come up with that at moments like this. “Please call them back, I don’t know why you’re always saying that, but can’t you for once think of my feelings.”

You want to lash back and say well what about my feelings, but you keep quiet and do as he says.

He returns to his friendly self, he sounds like nothing happened between both of you. He orders his requests upon the garnish with enthusiasm in his voice. He’s so excited about designing his clothes and of course about the next fitting schedule.

You shake your feelings aside and focus back on your duty. You wait for him outside of the shop when he is bidding his final farewell to the tailor.

“We have time before going back to the castle. I am sorry if I snapped at you earlier,” he tries to reach out for your hands when both of you are already sitting facing each other in the carriage. “It was the tension. I know your feelings are also at stake, or you were thinking I am making fuss out of this.” he chuckles nervously because what if you don’t like him more than what he imagined?

You still pull your hands away and tuck it on your thighs “Sorry, we can’t afford someone to see us holding hands. Come on you’re the prince and I am your personal guard. My job is to only protect you and make sure you’re alive and breathing.”

Taeyong wants to deny all of that but his tongue didn’t move at all when his eyes catch the sign of a bar. “A drink! I owe you a drink.” his eyes glimmer.

You look at him with a big question mark “I was just kidding about that.”

But he shakes his head “I owe you one, let me make up all my ignorance with one drink. What do you say tonight when the guards change shift, meet me in the horse stable?”

You want to say no, and reject his offer. What he’s doing can put him in big trouble. First, breaking the rules of going out at night, second sneaking out, third sneaking out with you for a drink. But once again with his big eyes and sincere smile, all you can do is gulp and nod your head.

“I promise I’ll get you to spill all of your secrets tonight,” Taeyong speaks in his heart as a small smirk appears on his godly face.

Next : expect to find what the “secret” is and maybe some fun with Taeyong but of course angst. If you forget about the secret, head to third post

#taeyong x reader #taeyong x y/n #taeyong x you #multifandomnet #taeyong scenarios #taeyong imagines #taeyong oneshot #taeyong fluff #taeyong royal au #prince taeyong #nct royal au #taeyong soft hours

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Direct threat

Warnings: Fluff, SVU crimes, episode based

WC: 2777

Enjoy x

“My crew is loyal to me in here and out there, just thought I’ll let you know that, Detective Y/L/N”

“Tell your client to keep his mouth shut” Rafael spat out slightly raising his voice.

“No, it’s ok Counselor. You’re really going to threaten me in front of the Assistant District Attorney when we have proof that you ordered the hit. Go ahead see where that gets you” You snarled across the table.

You had just walked into Rafael’s apartment with a suit case, looking around the dull space. It was very minimal, more like a show home.

“Are you sure you live here Barba?”

Rafael scoffed at you as he shrugged off his suit jacket to hang it up.

“I’ll give you a tour Detective, follow me”

You smiled and followed him. It was a 3 bedroom apartment. It had a master bedroom, walk in and ensuite. The smaller one of the two other rooms had a double bed and one bedside table. The other his at home office. With another smaller bathroom between the main and spare room.

“Put your bag in your room Detective, make yourself at home” Rafael smiled at you.

There had been a gang war around the streets. All of the squad had been called multiple times to different hospitals to question victims who had all been attacked while walking home. It was all linking back to one gang, BX9, who were targeting female family members or girlfriends of the other gangs.

The last attack was a gang rape. The rape kit showed 3 samples of sperm, one being the leader of the gang OG. You and Amanda paid a visit to his “loyal” girlfriend which in turn got somewhat of a confession when he called her that afternoon to clam her down after your visit, not thinking all phone calls are recorded.

Liv had asked you to go to Rikers with Rafael to have a chat with OG and his lawyer. Little did you know, Rafael had asked Liv if she would send you to go with him, using some excuse about you being on the case from the beginning, which you all had, but he was wanting to spend some more time with you alone. Secretly you were bursting with joy, you had never gotten to spend any time with the ADA alone. It was always small smiles when you caught each other staring or the little giggles when you each would say something funny that no one else was amused by.

You picked Rafael up from his office. You had messaged to say you were waiting for him when a song came on the radio you really liked and you turned it up, not being able to hear much that was going on around you, well really not paying attention because you were so wrapped up in the song. You were singing along slightly loud and tapping the steering wheel when you saw something out of the corner of your eye sit next to you and you gasped,

“Don’t stop on my account Detective, you’re actually not a bad singer” he smiled at you.

“Barba, how long you been there?” you frowned at him

“Long enough. Let’s go it’s getting late”

----

“You can’t go back to your place by yourself, you need a detail that was a direct threat”

“You need to clam down Counselor, Amanda is 5 minutes away and Sonny is 10- I’ll be fine, I’ll just call them if I need to”

“And you think you will have time to call someone if something happens?” Rafael snapped at you “You can come and stay with me till the case is closed. I have a spare room”

“You are joking right?” you raised your eye brows at him.

“No I’m not. I’ll call Liv, Carisi and Fin can meet us at your apartment so you can pack, then they can drive us back to mine. It’s not a request Detective.” Rafael said firmly to you.

Your first night in Rafael’s apartment wasn’t the best, you hadn’t gotten much sleep. You weren’t used to the bed, you were out of your space and a lot of the time you laid there thinking about Rafael in his bed in the next room. What you didn’t know was Rafael had somewhat of the same night. Nothing to do with the bed or the space, but he laid there thinking about you in his spare bed next door.

The week went smoothly, there was a lot of late nights working on the case, which meant a lot of take out. Most nights that week you spent at Rafael’s office waiting for him to finish work because he didn’t want you alone if you never needed to be.

Finally it was Friday afternoon. You had got a message from Rafael to say he would be finishing early and if you could get dropped off at home rather than the office. Sonny was going to drive you back after your shift. You wanted to do something nice for Rafael after him letting you stay. It was going to be like this for a couple of weeks. Liv wanted you to stay at Rafael’s for a little while after the case closed as well, just to make sure it was clear. So you asked Sonny to take you past the grocery store to get some stuff for dinner and some things for the weekend.

“Do you really think Barba is going to be happy with flowers and candles in his apartment?” Sonny was standing next to you in the lift helping you take the bags up.

“Oh well, he will get over it. The candle will with a bit of luck help him relax a little, really if that’s even possible” you both burst out laughing.

It was almost two hours after you had got back that Rafael finally walked in the door. His sense where in over drive as soon as he walked in. The amazing smells hitting his nose, you must have been cooking and there was hints of lavender in the air. He could hear you talking on the phone. He didn’t want to be a snoop but he held back to hear what you were talking about.

“Amanda Rollins, you sure know how to make a lady blush……As if Rafael would have feelings for me, he is just a nice guy……Yeah I know, but it’s just a crush though, it would never happen, I would rather have things the way they are now then get rejected……..I think you need to get some this weekend and stop trying to live through me with something that will never happen……..ok I’ll see you Monday”

Rafael’s stomach flipped, he couldn’t believe what he had just over heard. He took in a deep breath and made his way into the kitchen. You weren’t paying attention cutting up some vegetables quietly singing along to the song that was now coming from your phone. He had never had a lady in his kitchen and it was sight he pretty much fell in love with on the spot.

“Hey Y/N” you jumped at his voice dropping the knife on the bench with a loud clang.

“Oh My God Rafael, you scared me” you tried to slow you’re breathing down and giggling at the same time

“Sorry, you alright?”

“Yeah all good” you smiled at him

You watched as he looked around the kitchen. You had found his Grandmother’s vase and it was filled with different coloured snap dragons and greenery at one end of the bench near the sink and up the other end a candle was lit sending out the scent of lavender.

“I like what you done with the place” he smirked at you.

“Hope you don’t mind”

“No not at all. What’s cooking?” he step closer to the bench and lent over it looking into the oven.

“Oven baked Chicken and mushroom risotto and homemade garlic bread. I’ am just making a salad and I made a cheese cake for dessert” You smile over at him.

“Wow Detective, singer and a cook, who would have thought” you burst out laughing

“I’ am no singer, but I did some cooking classes after I became a Detective. I wanted a hobby other than catching bad guys. And I wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here during all this. And also on the weekend until I can go home, I don’t want you to think you have to baby sit me or anything. If you have anything planned or wanted someone to come over, I can go and stay with Amanda Friday and Saturday nights so you can have some space or if I get to much then I’ll just go to Amanda’s till I can go home.”

“Who do you think would be coming over on weekends?” Rafael half smiled rising one eye brow at you.

“That’s what you take from all that Counselor?” he laughed at you.

“Your fine Detective, I don’t have much a social life, so having you here over the weekend is good company. And you could of just asked if I had a girlfriend, which I don’t just so you know” he winked at you causing you to blush, as he walked into his bedroom to shower and get changed.

When Rafael walked out of his bedroom after showering, with damp hair, in black track pants and a grey tight t shirt, you had to stop yourself from staring. You had never seen him look so causal and if it was possible looked sexier than he did in his three piece suits. Rafael was sitting on the couch watching the news when you placed everything on the table telling him dinner was ready.

Small talk was made and he complimented your cooking more than once.

“I’ll cook tomorrow and Sunday as well if you’re happy for me too” you smiled over at him

“That would be amazing, I could get used to this Y/N”

****

“Do you like board games?”

“I do actually, Cluedo is my favourite. My friends and I used to play drunk Cluedo on our quite weekends” you smiled at Rafael as you finished cutting up the vegetables to put in the oven with the pork chops, Rafael standing at the bench watching you.

“Drunk Cluedo?” Rafael raised his eye brows at you.

“Yeah” you laughed “When you take a guess and it’s wrong, you take a shot”

“Interesting. I do have a Cluedo board and I think I have a new bottle of vodka if you’re up for it?” You nodded at Rafael with a smile.

The dinner table was cleaned up and everything in the dish washer when you both settled at the table with the set up Cluedo board, two shot glasses and a full bottle of vodka.

“So are there any rules I need to know?” Rafael asked as he poured the vodka into the shot glasses

“Not really, just no cheating and a wrong guess is a shot”

“Game on Detective”

“Game on Counselor” you laughed back

Half an hour later, you were bent over in a fit of laughter after Rafael told you a story of his little league days. You were both pretty buzzed after having 4 shots each in a short amount of time. It seemed like you guys where just taking guesses to have shots now. You had finally settled your laughing wiping tears from your eyes when Rafael looked over at you.

“You know, I’ am happy you’re here” He smiled at you

“That’s the shots talking, but thank you for having me”

You reached over and squeezed his hand resting on the table. Rafael placed his other hand on top of yours and lent further onto the top of the table trying to get closer.

“You know, I heard your conversation when I came home yesterday”

“What conve----Oh shit, no.”

You jumped up off your chair pulling your hand out of Rafael’s hand and rushed into the bed room shutting the door behind you.

****

It was early hours of the morning when you woke up busting to pee and needing a drink. You turned the bedside light on, it wasn’t a very bright lamp and it still left most of the room in darkness. It was 3 am, you knew by now Rafael should be asleep so you didn’t need to face him. You slowly opened the door and tip toed to the bathroom and then went to get a glass of water. You sighed to yourself thinking about what had happened that night, embarrassed you weren’t more careful, not sure how you would handle all this in the morning. When you looked at the dining table, the board game was still set up how you left it and the shot glasses still in the places you left them.

As you tip toed back to the bed room looking down at your feet, something caught your eye again and you looked up to see someone standing in your door way, you screamed and dropped your glass smashing it and water going everywhere.

“Are you ok? Y/N it’s just me. Don’t move, there is glass everywhere” Rafael had slippers on, he rushed around you to get a towel and a broom.

“For a Detective you startle so easily” Rafael was sweeping up the glass.

“To many light as a feather stiff as a board nights growing up”

Rafael snorted back at you.

“I’ am going to have to vacuum, don’t move” Before you knew it, Rafael had swept you up bridal style, walked you into his room and sat you on his bed.

“My room is that way Rafael”

“We need to talk when I’ am done”

“What? It’s 3am”

“We are both awake now” he scoffed at you as you crossed your arms in front of yourself.

Rafael finally came back in after cleaning up the mess. You were still sitting on his bed and he stood in the door way looking over at you.

‘Why did you react like that earlier?”

“Wow, straight to the point” you shot back at him, causing him to frown at you.

“Well yeah, we are adults aren’t we?” you rolled your eyes at him “Why didn’t you talk to me about how you felt?”

“Talk to you? -Talk to you about my little girlish crush that you would laugh at and tell all your big ADA buddies that the littlest SVU Detective has a crush on you. Yeah right” you shot back.

“Come on Y/N, I’ am not like that. Why would you think I would reject you?”

You looked down and didn’t say anything. Rafael walked slowly towards you and knelt down in front of you placing a hand on either side of you on the bed. He titled his head down and to the side, so he could look you directly in the eyes.

“You wouldn’t have rejected me?” you said just over a whisper.

“Of course not. I feel the same”

“Since when?” a small smile came to your face. Rafael got up off his knees and sat next to you on the bed.

“The night we all went out for Thanks Giving weekend. You looked stunning in that navy dress. I remember looking over at you laughing at something I said that no one else thought was funny. That’s when I knew. But I didn’t think you felt the same, till I walked in and heard you on the phone to Rollins”

“Rafael that was my third week. I have been here for 8 months”

“I know, and I wasted all that time” he grabbed your hand and held it in his.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I have liked you since my third day, when you walked into the squad room in that ridiculous cream two piece suit and brown tie with the warrant I had to fight you on my first day” he laughed at you and kissed the back of your hand. “I’ am sorry I reacted the way I did, I was just embarrassed that you over heard me”

Rafael reached up with his free hand and tucked your hair behind your ear. He lightly let his fingers run down the side of your cheek, across your jaw line, stopping at your lips. He cupped your face and ran his thumb over your bottom lip and looked into your eyes.

“I think we need to make up for lost time, don’t you?” he said with a wink.

Tags: @detective-giggles @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @the-baby-bookworm @dianilaws @scarletsoldierrr @lv7867 @permanentlydizzy @averyhotchner

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songsformonkeys · 4 years

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A Sturdy Home (dave york x reader)

summary: Waking up with Dave, on a nice and lazy Sunday morning.

word count: ~2000

rating: explicit

warnings: if you’re looking for bastard!Dave, this story isn’t for you.

notes: Thanks to my lovely friend @yespolkadotkitty for beta and for continuing to enable this weird and sudden obsession with Dave York <3

And also, since I’m clearly not getting over this anytime soon, if there’s anything Dave related you want written, let me know and I’ll see what I can do.

Link to AO3

A Sturdy Home

You wake up with the familiar weight of another body sleeping next to, and half on top of, you and you smile to yourself even before you open your eyes.

Dave had been out late last night, hanging out with his old army buddies. He'd warned you that he was probably gonna be late but you had still hoped that he'd make it home before you fell asleep, and so you had stayed up later than usual after you'd put the girls to bed. But after you'd dozed off on the couch for the third time, you'd been forced to admit defeat and crawl into the big bed all by yourself.

You must have been dead tired too, because you hadn't even noticed when he came home. Usually, the movement next to you on the mattress, as Dave joined you after a late night, was enough to wake you up just long enough for you to roll into your husband's embrace and to give him a welcome home kiss, before falling asleep again. Not last night, apparently. You hope that Dave hasn't read anything personal into it. Although, considering the tender way his arm is currently wrapped around your waist, you don't think he has.

Dave has had a lot of late nights lately. You're used to his weird work hours by now, but it does bother you how tired he's seemed these past couple of weeks. Last Monday, he'd been almost an hour late picking the girls up from school. He hadn't told you. In fact, he'd tried getting the girls to keep it a secret from you, but had clearly forgotten that your oldest couldn't keep a secret to save her life, and she'd snitched on him later that same day. He's also fallen asleep on the couch two nights in a row, even though that never happens and he's usually the one that has to guide your barely conscious self to bed in the evenings.

You don't know what it is that has gotten him so tired. Dave doesn't like to talk much about his job. Says he does that enough during work hours and that when he's home he doesn't want to bring his office with him. You don't pressure him to talk. You know the gist of what he does at the office and if he doesn't want to discuss all the details, then that is fine with you. Besides, you know that it's a fight you'll never win. Dave can be incredibly stubborn when he wants to. It's one of his more infuriating qualities. Alice is the only one who can give him a run for his money, in this house.

Cracking an eye open, you lift your head slightly to look down at his sleeping form. The sun is just high enough in the sky for the first rays of sunlight to shine through your thin curtains and caress the skin of Dave's back. His hair is sticking up at odd angles. He needs a haircut, you think, and fail to suppress the urge to run your fingers through the soft brown curls.

Dave makes a humming noise and tightens his hold just a little. You're torn between wanting to wake him up and letting him sleep. Glancing at the watch on your wrist, you think there's maybe an hour or so before the kids will begin to stir. They always sleep a little later on the weekends.

You're saved from the moral dilemma of whether or not to wake your husband when he makes another humming noise before turning his head to suppress a yawn against your skin. He grunts slightly, as if the act of waking up wasn't entirely voluntary.

Then, it's as if he notices you in his arms and he stills. You let him know that you're awake by running your fingers down his back, between his shoulder blades, and then back up again. You can see the way goosebumps form on his arm and he turns his head a little to press a soft kiss just below your collarbone. Anticipation unfurls in your chest like a cat waking up from a nap in the sun.

You continue stroking Dave's back as he shifts lower. When he kisses your nipple, your breath hitch for a fraction of a second, and the muscles between your legs clench of their own accord. He kisses the nipple again before wrapping his lips around it, sucking. It feels impossibly good and as his tongue laps lazily over the hard nub, it gives you goosebumps too and your skin suddenly feels two sizes too small.

Dave lifts himself up on one arm and leans across your torso to give the other nipple the same attention as the first. His movements are slow and relaxed but you can tell that anticipation of more is building for him too as his hips press a little closer to you and you feel him harden against your thigh.

”Dave,” you whisper, voice a little hoarse from either sleep or arousal, you can't quite tell. Dave lifts his head to look at you. ”C'mere,” you murmur and reach for his face. He goes willingly. Your nipples feel cold now that his mouth is no longer on them, but as his lips slant over yours, you decide that it's a trade you're more than happy to make.

You make out for a couple of minutes, taking the time to just kiss each other. There's nothing new to discover here but the familiarity of your tastes and movements feel safe, and damn if that isn't as much of a turn on as those wild and unpredictable nights had been when you were younger. You love this man with all your heart. Your husband. The father of your children.

And when you're in his arms like this, it feels like coming home.

”How long've we got?” Dave's voice rasps when he breaks the kiss.

”Hopefully long enough,” you reply and you feel Dave smile against your lips as he rolls you both over on your sides. He reaches down to hook his fingers around the waistband of your pajama shorts to help pull them down and off before he does the same to his own underwear, all while still attempting to kiss you. He then grabs your leg and lifts it up to rest it over his hip.

The act brings your bodies closer together and you begin undulating your hips, rocking slowly against him. The first drag of your folds along his shaft makes you both gasp into each other's mouths, closely followed by a shared chuckle at how the pleasure of the movement had managed to catch you both by surprise, despite the two of you having done this a million times before. Then the next roll of your hips has the head of Dave's cock catch slightly against the edge of your entrance and you forget all about laughing. Dave feels it too and his grip on you tightens briefly before he reaches down over your thigh to position himself so that, with the next roll of your hips, he sinks into you.

Your mouth stills against his as you feel him fill you up and his hand is gripping your ass, holding you still against him and giving you a few extra seconds to adjust before he starts rocking his hips. His movements are torturously slow and you feel every inch of him as he pulls almost all the way out before pushing inside again. Your breath is hitching so much that it almost sounds like you're crying.

Dave cradles the back of your head and carefully rolls you over onto your back. You immediately hook your other leg around his waist and on his next thrust he hits a whole new spot and you can't hold back a loud moan.

”Shh,” Dave admonishes you, but there's a teasing glint in his eyes and a smug smile on his lips. As payback, you pull his face close to whisper in his ear.

”Fuck me, Dave...baby, please...” you beg him and his hips stutter in their movements. Now it's your turn to smirk and for good measure, you bite down lightly on the soft skin just below his jaw.

Dave's thrusts speed up and you reach above you with one hand to brace yourself against the headboard while the other one grip his strong back. You feel the muscles flex under your fingertips as he slams into you. Like so many times before, you're suddenly very grateful that you invested in a sturdy bed.

Dave is relentlessly hitting the same spot within you and you have to bite your lower lip hard to stay quiet. Dave buries his face against your neck to do the same. Heat pools low in your stomach and you feel yourself clench around him. He bites your neck and you have to slap his back because damn that's an unfair move. You hear him laugh against your skin and he slows down his thrusts to reach down between you to rub your clit. He barely has to work you for a minute before you come so hard you're seeing stars. He's still slowly rocking his cock in and out of you and watching you with a raised eyebrow.

”Oh fuck you, it's been awhile, okay?” you laugh and he leans down to kiss you.

”Yeah, about that...I'll try and be home more the week after next okay? Just got this thing I gotta finish up.”

You nod before glancing down to where your bodies are still joined.

”Speaking of finishing up...” you say and bite your lip. Dave's eyes darken and when he kisses you next there's a faint taste of desperation on his lips. He thrusts into you and it's not long before you feel his body tense and he comes inside you. You hold him through his orgasm and when he settles back against your side afterward.

”Babe,” he says a couple of minutes later and you open your eyes to look at him. He has a serious look in his eyes. ”I love you.”

You smile and caress his cheek.

”I know. I love you too.”

Dave sighs and pulls you in for another kiss. It's interrupted not even a minute later by a shrill and bloodcurdling scream.

”MOOM! DAAAD! ALICE IS DROWNING MY BARBIE!!!” It's Molly, her voice able to cut through both skin and bone. Both you and Dave wince.

”SHE'S HAVING A POOL PARTY!!!” comes the even shriller reply from your youngest a second later.

Dave looks at you, beggingly.

”Two is enough, right?” he jokes and you laugh and kiss him.

”Definitely. You deal with that and I'll handle breakfast?”

”Deal,” he says and climbs out of bed. You take the opportunity to appreciate his naked form as he searches for his clothes.

”Girls!” Dave calls as he pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before disappearing from the bedroom. You smile to yourself and stretch out on the bed, smelling Dave's scent on his pillow, and your heart feels so full it might burst.

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The TV is a low hum in the background. When the girls and Dave are all settled around the table, you turn to listen to the news report. They're talking of a big storm that's gonna hit in a few days. There's talk of evacuating parts of the city

”That doesn't sound good,” you say and Dave hums in question as he sips his coffee before he too turns towards the TV.

”Don't worry, baby,” he says, ”This is a sturdy home. We'll be fine.”

tag list: @yespolkadotkitty, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite (don’t know who else has fallen into the Dave York pit but let me know if you wanna be tagged in future stories)

#Dave York #dave york x reader #dave york/reader #dave york fanfiction #equalizer 2 fanfiction #my fanfiction

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creativekat · 3 years

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Your Mouth Was Made to Suck My Kiss

Pairing: Daniel Van Ness x F!Reader

Gif by @bendro-pascarnes

Word Count: 1,853

Rating: M **** 18 and up only!! ****

Warnings: hot kisses in the rain; protected sex (danny is a good boy!); missionary then cuddling

A/N: Thank you so much to @the-purity-pen for her encouragement in writing this story. Especially the smut portion. She was the one who told me side characters need love too and I love Daniel Van Ness to the moon and back so I appreciate her giving me this nudge. This is definitely going to end up being a series, even if it’s only for myself!

You never thought you’d fall for a man who wore a suit to work. You worked at a club that was not quite a dive bar, but definitely not upscale. It featured live punk/rock/grunge music and you dressed the part -- Ripped jeans, nose piercing, heavy black boots, short plaid skirts, t-shirts advertising your favorite bands. So, you would have said a man who wore a suit to work was definitely not your type, but then you met Daniel Van Ness.

At 6’4” and 220 lbs of muscle it would have been difficult not to notice him. The fact that he almost literally threw himself into celebrating the music being played was endearing to you. After all, if you hadn’t been working you would have been doing the same thing. In fact, you were a little jealous at the abandon with which he enjoyed himself.

When he took his shot and asked you out, you wrote your phone number on a coaster and tucked it into the pocket of his own equally ripped jeans, and smiled before walking away. When he called the next afternoon you realized he wasn’t about playing games and that made you like him even more.

You met him the following Sunday afternoon at a coffee shop you frequented and, as luck would have it, it was a midpoint between your place and his. You arrived to find him waiting outside and were pleased when he opened the door for you. You considered yourself a feminist but you enjoyed it when a man was thoughtful in little ways. You also noticed when you got to the counter that he waited until you had ordered before proceeding.

When you had gotten your drinks and sat down, you found that he was really easy to talk to. It wasn’t a surprise to you that you loved a lot of the same bands and the same songs by those bands. You both spoke fluently in song lyrics and movie quotes. You found your eyes drawn to the dimple in his chin and the way his eyes never left yours whenever you were speaking. You asked him what he did for a living and it surprised you when he said he worked for the government. He didn’t expand on that information and you didn’t ask even though the mystery of it made you extremely curious.

By the time you left the coffee shop, you were completely smitten with this large pudding cup of a man and you hoped he asked you for a second date. Instead, he asked if you wanted to continue on to get pizza and then go for a walk. You couldn’t think of a single reason to say no, so you nodded your head and when he took your hand you felt a warm rush of heat up your arm. You wondered, briefly, to yourself if sleeping with him on the first date was a bad idea. You had a strong feeling he was trustworthy so you figured you’d see how the rest of the date went.

When it began to rain during your walk Daniel gripped your hand tighter and guided you to the dry safety of a gazebo at the edge of a duck pond. You were soaked by the time you got under the protective awning but you didn’t mind the fact that your hair was dripping and your Nirvana t-shirt was clinging to you. You were having the most fun you’d had in a long while and laughing even as you ran to avoid the sudden torrent.

Your laughter died in your throat when you saw the look in Daniel’s eyes as he looked down at you. His own shirt was clinging to him in all the right places and you only had a moment to lick your lips before the space between you closed. You weren’t sure who made the first move, but it felt like a mutual decision as your lips met and arms wrapped around one another.

He didn’t kiss like a man who wore a suit to work. The lyrics to a Liz Phair song ran through your head, “your kisses are as wicked as an F-16” and you wondered if the following line would match up to him as well. You felt as if you knew what sin tasted like after one kiss and your body was urgently prodding you to explore more. When you pulled away, Daniel tried to follow but you placed your hand on his chest and smiled up at him, suddenly shy at what you were about to ask.

“Should we go to your place or mine to get out of this rain?” His eyebrows raised comically and for a moment you worried you’d made a mistake, but then he leaned in to kiss you again.

Then next time the two of you came up for air, he placed his forehead to yours and whispered, “I live right across the street.”

You laughed when you realized, “this means we’ll have to brave the rain again.”

Daniel laughed as well, shrugging his broad shoulders, “Totally worth it though, right?” He looked at you, questioningly, to make sure you’re both on the same page.

You licked your lips again, nodding because you definitely were. Then you took each other’s hands once again and made the mad dash to the apartment complex across the street. By the time you got inside his place, you were breathless with the sprint from the park and the need you both felt.

Daniel effortlessly lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he kicked the front door closed. He wasted no time in carrying you to his bedroom and the two of you fell onto his bed, your wet clothes soaking the blanket. Neither one of you seemed to care about that as your hands worked to peel your shirts off. Daniel paused briefly to check in with you, “Are you sure about this?” He looked at you intensely, concern etched into his features, and your heart melted.

Nodding, you replied, “Definitely. Do you have condoms?”

Daniel grinned at you and proceeded to reach under you to unclasp your bra. His mouth seared a path across your jawline and down your neck, then your collarbone. He took his time, licking and nipping at your skin as if trying to memorize the taste of you. When he finally swirled his tongue around, first one nipple then the other, your body felt as if it might combust. Breathlessly, you gasped, “Danny… I can’t wait any more… please.”

His face tilted up in your direction. His face reflected the surprise and pleasure at your use of the nickname for him. He loved the sound of it falling from your lips. You blushed briefly then shrugged. It had felt natural and you liked that you felt so at ease with him. With a chuckle, he pushed himself off of you before taking a moment to peel your jeans down your hips then from your legs to the floor.

He reached into the bedside table drawer and grabbed a foil packet while you sat up and helped him out of his jeans. Your breath caught in your lungs as his manhood sprang free and you realized that he lived up to the stereotype regarding tall men. As he rolled the condom on, you laid back and finished undressing by removing your panties.

Daniel took a moment to grab a pillow, lifting your head with one hand and placing the pillow beneath it with the other. Leaning over you, he kissed you once more as he reached between your legs to caress your folds to ensure you were ready for him. Two long fingers dipped into your warmth and his thumb stroked your clit, the friction making you moan into his mouth.

Finally, when you thought you couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer, he pulled his hand away and began to press his length into you, taking his time. He kept his eyes on you as he slid into you, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable. You lifted your feet to rest on the mattress, opening yourself up to him, so he could fill you more easily.

You both paused for a moment, smiling, before you bucked your hips encouraging him to continue. That was the only hint he needed as he began to move, pistoning slowly at first. Your mouths met once more and your hands explored one another. His thrusts began to pick up speed and you inched closer to climax.

His hands gripped your hips and your nails dug into the flesh at his shoulders as you crested the wave crying out his name as you came. Daniel didn’t slow down and a moment later was groaning as he emptied himself into the condom then settled on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck. You lay that way for a while, wrapped up in the afterglow of sex, then he carefully withdrew and got up to go to the bathroom.

You sat up as he left the room, looking around his room and wondering what came next. Now that you’d let him fuck you would he become a different person? You really didn’t know him all that well even if you had felt like you did. He returned with a glass of water and leaned in to kiss the top of your head as he handed it to you, “Do you want to stay here tonight?” He opened the top drawer of his dresser and retrieved a pair of boxer shorts. You hadn’t answered yet but he opened a second drawer and pulled out a dry t-shirt for you to borrow.

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” You take the offered Nine Inch Nails shirt and slide it over your head while he steps into his boxers. You grabbed the pillow he’d placed beneath your head earlier and propped it back at the head of the bed then you crawled beneath the comforter. Daniel turned off the overhead light and you felt the bed shift as he climbed into bed next to you. Immediately you felt him reaching for you in the dark and pulling you close. You talked for a bit before you drifted to sleep.

The next morning, you wake to the feeling of Daniel kissing your forehead. You raised your head, fogged with sleep for a moment, before realizing he's fully dressed, in a grey suit, white button-down shirt, and blue tie. Your eyes widened for a moment but then you focused on the fact that he’s telling you that he has to go to work but you were welcome to sleep longer or help yourself to coffee in the kitchen. He kissed you once more before saying good-bye and walking out the door. A moment later, you hear the click of the apartment’s front door closing. You fell back against the pillow thoughtfully.

You never thought you’d fall for a man who wore a suit to work. But, it seemed you were well on your way.

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jmnjmnjmn · 3 years

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Eternal beings | Chapter 3

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader

Key words: supernatural, vampire.

Word count: less than 3,000

Warnings: swearing, sadness, jealousy, mentions of murder

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On Sunday morning you woke up panting from a horrible nightmare featuring the two men you saw just days ago. “If that guy really murdered (Victim’s name) wouldn’t he go after me now?” You thought and clutched your bedsheets. “He saw me and spoke to me. If he remembers my face he’ll probably find me and finish me off so I don’t blow his cover.” You curled up into a ball under the covers trying to not think about all of this. “But it’s too late for that.” You thought and sat up. “I already talked to the police and described his looks to the sketch artist so it’s too late to shut me up. All he could do now is kill me just for kicks.”

As soon as you thought that you wished you hadn’t. Your tiny apartment didn’t seem so safe anymore. There was a murder in the neighbourhood for god’s sake. You started nervously pacing around the place looking out of the dirty window every now and then, but there was nothing to see. No one passed by your building, the pouring rain scared all the pedestrians away, there weren’t many cars on the street either. Suddenly you felt like you couldn’t stay at your apartment anymore. For some reason it seemed to you as if the murderer had followed you there even though you knew it would be impossible. You were looking over your shoulder every two seconds when you were running home two nights ago. He couldn't possibly know where you lived. You repeat that thought in your head a couple of times before reaching for the phone.

“Hello?” You heard a familiar deep voice answer on the other end.

“Hey, Taehyung. Sorry… Did I wake you up?” You asked your friend and looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning.

“It’s fine. What’s going on? You okay?” He asked, sounding both sleepy and concerned as if he sensed that something wasn’t right with you. You screamed a loud “Hell no!” in your head before answering him.

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s just that… Well, I was wondering if I could stay at your place for a couple of days… ” You didn’t plan on lying to Taehyung, but telling him the truth didn’t seem like an appealing thing to do right now.

“Sure. You’re always welcome at my house.” He reminded you. “But… Did something happen or-?” You cut him off before he could finish the question.

“I’m fine. It’s just my building. There’s going to be renovations… Done to the… Interior and it’s going to be noisy.” You said making everything up on the spot.

“Alright…” He didn’t sound convinced by your story. You could swear he knew you were lying or at least twisting the truth hidden behind your sudden want to change houses. “Come over whenever, I’m home all day.”

“Thanks Tae.” You said with relief. “I’m finishing my shift at two so I’ll be at your place around three. Can you leave me the keys somewhere?”

“I’ll drop them off at your shop in the evening. Okay?” He sounded sleepy again. You agreed and thanked him once again before ending the call and falling back onto your bed tired, but less afraid.

You had no doubt that Taehyung will question you later on, and you’ll come clean. You sighed once again trying to make the anxiety leave your body, didn’t work, but instead of laying there and worrying about what was going to happen you decided to pick yourself up and pack for a stay at Taehyung’s.

Taehyung’s house was further away from your work than your own place. The sun was long gone and the moon was up as you got on a train at the Central Station. You sat down on the empty train and looked out the window.

As the distance from the city center increased the sizes of houses you saw on the way to Taehyung’s also did. His family was always well off and, thanks to his parents setting up a trust fund for him when he was just a baby, so was he now when he moved out of their home.

When you got off the train the moon was shining bright, casting a sinister shadow on the neighbourhood. Taehyung’s house was just a five minute walk away from the station and usually you thought of it as just a quick short stroll. Tonight, for obvious reasons, was different. You clutched your huge bag tighter and started walking fast through the well lit streets of Taehyung’s boujee neighbourhood and though you knew you were alone you still felt as if someone was following you.

It was almost three when you arrived at your friend’s house. You got the keys from your jacket’s pocket and unlocked the door with shaking hands. Standing out in the open with your back to the street made you very nervous. You shut the door behind you and locked it quickly and quietly not to wake up your host.

“Woof!” You jumped up at the sound and turned around from the door to be faced with a small fluffy dog.

“Since when does he have a dog?” You whispered to yourself. “Hey, who are you?” You asked the dog and reached your hand out to pet it. After a moment you felt the tiredness come over you. “Sorry, pup. I have to sleep.” You whispered to the dog and stood up. You took out your phone and read the text Taehyung had sent you a couple of hours earlier. “Take the guest bedroom upstairs.” You took your shoes off, grabbed your bag and got upstairs with the dog following your every footstep. Not wanting to waste any precious time you could spend sleeping you quickly washed up and went to sleep.

You woke up to sounds of barking and laughter. Taehyung must have woken up already. You decided not to stay far behind and got out of bed as well.

“Hey!” He greeted you as you walked down the stairs in your sweatpants.”You made it!” He cheered.

“Hey. Since when do you have a dog?” You asked, mimicking his bright smile. “He scared me last night.” You joked.

“Uh… Since three days ago? I'm dog sitting for a coworker.” He explained. “Come on, I was just about to make breakfast for us.” He spoke more to the dog than to you and petted it’s head before delivering a small kiss to the top of it.

After what seemed like eternity to your empty stomach you sat down together at the huge dinner table with an omelette each. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had anyone cook for you and suddenly you felt really happy at the thought of living with Taehyung for the next couple of days.

“This smells delicious. I’m so hungry. I haven’t eaten since the beginning of my shift last night.” You said and started eating. Taehyung’s eyes widened at your words and you laughed thinking it was about your bad diet habits, but you quickly found out it was something different.

“That reminds me! Did you hear about that guy that was found dead in your area?” You felt your stomach turn and it wasn’t because of Taehyung’s poor cooking skills. “It was like ten minutes from your apartment, right?” He asked and you sighed deeply before answering.

“Yeah, I’m a witness in that case.” You almost whispered.

“What?!” Taehyung called in shock. “How is that- What?!” He couldn’t compose a full sentence. “It was on TV this morning! He was a lawyer or something like that… (Y/N), this is… Insane.” He said and kept describing what he saw on the news about it this morning. “He was found in some alleway with his throat torn apart, like an animal attacked him. Terrible.” His words echoed in your head while you tried to keep the omelette down in your stomach. “Completely drained of blood. Can you imagine?” He shook his head in disbelief. “It really made me feel bad. They said he had a family and all… (Y/N)? Are you okay?” He asked, patting you on the arm.

“Yeah.” You breathed out. “It’s just all a lot, you know?” You said looking up at him with somber in your eyes.

“Yeah. And on top of that you have renovations done at your apartment, right?” He asked cheekily.

“Yeah…” You said looking away. “He knows.” You thought, but you knew there was nothing to worry about. He saw through your weak story about renovations when you first called.

“You have to be extremely careful walking home from now on.” He said with a seriousness in his voice.

“Why do you think I’m here?” You said with laughter lining your tone. “So I don’t have to walk home in that sketchy neighbourhood.” You both laughed and cleaned your plates talking about different happier things.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I invited Jimin over for dinner tonight.” You smiled lightly not to let Taehyung see you weren’t especially fond of the idea of seeing your coworker tonight. “He’ll probably bring Yoongi with him.” That made your small smile fade away quickly. You only met Yoongi a couple of times and all of them he was painfully awkward and silent. “We’ll all watch a movie or something later, you’re welcome to join us!” Taehyung exclaimed.

“Thanks. I have some online classes for college tonight so we’ll see how that goes.” You said and started planning your day in your head. Working all throughout the week and studying online was taking up most of your time right now, but you really wanted to skip today's lectures and just chill out with Taehyung, even if Jimin and Yoongi were going to be there too. You got along really well with Taehyung ever since you met in high school and it’s thanks to him you got that job at the convenience store and met Jimin, his childhood friend from way back. At first you found it a little awkward working with him, but you quickly found common ground and became somewhat friendly. You weren’t as close as you and Taehyung were. You only knew each other for a couple of months now and were about as close as co-workers could be.

“Come one, (Y/N). Ditch the lectures, it'll be fun to hang out together.” He said smiling at you so even though you found his announcement a little disheartening you decided to try. For Taehyung’s sake.

“Okay.” You answered after a moment earning yourself a pleased grin from Taehyung who was more than happy that you were open to the idea of hanging out with them, despite knowing that you would rather stay in your room tonight.

Dinner time rolled up quicker than ever today. One moment you were studying for your exam in a few weeks and the next you heard the doorbell ring signaling Jimin’s and Yoongi’s arrival. When you looked out the window you saw the street lamps were already lit up. The evening seemed darker tonight for some reason and you didn’t like that one bit. You could hear everyone’s voices from downstairs and a heavy feeling went over you. You felt on edge, as if something bad was coming your way, but you couldn't quite put the finger on what it was, and sitting in Taehyung’s guest room with all the lights off and only your laptop screen giving off a faint blue light wasn’t helping. Your lecture had just started so you clicked the check mark in the app on your laptop to signal your presence to the professor. Looked at your screen once again to make sure that the microphone was turned off and sighed loudly kicking your feet up on the desk. You felt overwhelmed, tired and scared. The sight of the sun setting behind the city skyline made you nervous.

“No more of that.” You said quietly meaning both the boring lecture and the worrying sick about the uncertainties of the night. You got up from the chair you were lounging in and muted your computer. You decided to leave it open on the desk leaving the professor and the rest of the class unaware of your absence, but still getting the points for attendance. As you opened the door you were greeted with a loud bark from the small dog Taehyung was taking care of for one of his coworkers. You walked down stairs into the living room with the dog following your every step to greet Jimin and his boyfriend.

“Oh, finally you decided to join us.” Taehyung said teasingly as you entered the room and patted his leg to get the dog to come to him. “I forgot to tell you guys!” He exclaimed, turning back towards Jimin and Yoongi. “(Y/N)’s staying with me for a while.” You noticed Yoongi’s surprised expression and immediately felt embarrassed.

“Great! He’s probably thinking I’m sleeping with Taehyung and he’s gonna tell Jimin all about it once they’re left alone!” You yelled in your head. “They didn’t even know I was here… I could’ve stayed in my room unnoticed.” You growled to yourself. “Well, it’s too late to go back now.” You thought with resignation. Hanging out with the three of them, at least for a while, was the least you could do to both keep your mind off the gloomy thoughts and make Taehyung happy. “Surely he won’t be mad if I split after the dinner is finished.” You thought to yourself and a smug smile made an appearance on your face as you noticed the guests have brought beer.

You didn’t expect time to fly by so fast, especially in this company, but within the first moments of hanging out it turned out you have way more in common with both Jimin and Yoongi than you thought. You noticed so many similarities between yourself and Jimin from your likes and dislikes to the way you think when you’re under pressure. Yoongi on the other hand reminded you a lot of your highschool self. He was more shy and withdrawn than Taehyung or Jimin, but you could see he still cared about them, Jimin for the most part. You were bickering about what movie to put on when the doorbell rang.

“Are any of you expecting someone?” You asked in confusion eying the group.

“Yeah, Yoongi’s friend was supposed to join us.” Jimin said. “That’s probably him.” He added.

“I’ll let him in.” You volunteered. “I can’t stand your argumentation behind playing Holiday.” You joked while giving Taehyung a smirk, got up from the couch and went to get the door. You grabbed the cold metal door handle and twisted the key in the lock opening the door with ease. With the street lights behind him you couldn't see Yoongi’s friend’s face clearly, but you noticed his tall and lean figure. “Hi. Come on in.” You said to him and stepped to the side to let him through the doorway.

“Thanks.” His voice gave you shivers.

“Do I know you?” You asked, begging in your head to hear a different answer than the one you were thinking of right now.

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sleepdeprivedheretic · 3 years

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Those Shoes (Ch.3)

Song Inspired: I Want You by Savage Garden

Notes: @youtubequeens Hope you stay hydrated and have a lovely time! <3 Here’s this bit for now :3

Warnings: Creepy people, not getting the hint that a person’s uncomfortable, unwanted flirting, and talk about emotions bc honestly what are they?

He smiled as Eijirou took a bite of his onigiri, Tamaki sighed softly at his younger brother, as said boy had specks of sticky rice on his face.

It was a lazy Sunday morning, the boys were home from school, and Taishiro was enjoying his day off.

“Did ya have a good day at work, Papa?” The ruby-eyed boy inquired, and Tai smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Ya bet I did, kiddo.”

He didn’t tell his boys what he had exactly did for a living, but he promised himself that he would, in the future. So far, all they knew is that he was a professional dancer.

“Dancing must be hard.” Tamaki broke the silence after chewing on his scrambled egg, and his father laughed.

“Nah. It takes a lotta practice. Did you boys had fun at yer day at school?” He pondered, sipping from his cup of coffee.

“Yeah! There was a nice new boy who was shy! There were some mean kids, but I protected him!” Eijirou rambled excitedly. Taishiro chuckled, and then looked at Tamaki.

“Mirio fell in a puddle. Face first. I had to take him to the nurse.” He shrugged, yet Taishiro didn’t miss the soft glint that speckled in his eyes. He smiled.

“That kid’s pretty resilient, huh? Anyways, eat yer breakfast, then we’ll head out to the park, alright?”

………………

It was a pretty November day. Skeleton trees hovered beneath the rich blue sky as your shoes crunched up against the fallen colorful leaves. Although it hasn’t been a week, yet, you were slowly re-adapting to your hostess job, and nit and tucking the dancer’s clothes.

You were surprised on how many had requested your services, staying absolutely still as you kept a cool facade, keeping the pointed needle from digging into skin as you measured, cut, and sewed loose fabric. You believed in your abilities, yet it felt as if it didn’t matter.

You weren’t good at holding the obvious flirty conversations that somehow were being thrown at you out of nowhere. They would giggle, and you had to still your hand so that you couldn’t accidentally jab their shaking bodies, whilst trying to be polite.

Where did the sudden interest come from? You wondered. Your mother, undoubtedly, was on high alert as she noticed it, too. The flirting, joking, the inquiring questions. Luckily, the fitting room had a camera, and thankfully, your patients had known it too, so they were extra careful in not doing anything that was against the regulations. Your mother was watching, you all knew.

Speaking of which, she did not try to make things better. She would wink, or make subtle little jokes, as she explained that it was good for business. You couldn’t help but press your mouth in a firm line.

You worked so hard, finding the perfect materials, ignoring your own discomfort as you bit the bullet and tried to focus on making the outfit snug and resilient, while the owners ignored your tense shoulders and set jaw. You were appalled, as they used alluring honeyed words, directed your attention to a “loose” fabric between their thighs, and so on.

You, feeling a surge of retaliation, growled out that it would cost extra for you to fix certain areas, and preferred that the outfit was on a mannequin, instead.

Your spitfire attitude had certainly weeded out a few of the unwanted customers, but, gained some more who thought it was a challenge. You didn’t miss the look of sheer pride from your mother, however, as she sported a wicked grin.

“That’ll teach them. Might make your blond a little less jealous.” She winked, and you paled in question. He was jealous? Of what? You were only doing your job, charging the dancers a certain amount, and giving your mother, your boss, a small part of the revenue as she requested. Although a thorn in your side, she was also a beautiful rose, and you knew that she was helping you in her own way, thus, opening your eyes more to the situation.

It didn’t take you long to realize, that yes, he was jealous, and you were too busy to acknowledge the possibility, until your mother had to basically tell you. So, you took your time to observe your surroundings.

Daggers for a stare had met each and everyone of the customers who had followed you into the fitting room, you’ve seen. While hosting, you started to take breaks to watch him, much to the oddly placed chagrin in the other dancers. His style was a little different, more suave and seductive, rather than downright dirty. Back against the pole, he slid up slowly as he jutted out his chin, staring at you through blond lashes while sucking suggestively at one of his suckers, hardly minding the crowd as he gave you a show that was basically personal.

He was addictive, you couldn’t help but think. His outfits, dances, and downright attitude made the other’s shadow in comparison.

It brought you back to the present. Your feet shuffled against the dirt as you pushed yourself on the swing, breathing out huffs of warm air that meshed with the chilly atmosphere.

He didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable, either. He did make a request, to tuck in a few strings into his nurse outfit, you remembered it so clearly. He had strutted into your office around the right time, white fishnet stockings and heels blended in nicely with the light aqua blue fabric that left very little to the imagination.

“Jus’ some strings near the neck, Sugar. Might even give ya a sucker if ya behave.” He winked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how corny it was, earning a smug smile and tinted cheeks. Although a little flirty, he stood perfectly still as you fixed the frayed mess that was near his clavicle, feeling his warmth resonate around you as you couldn’t help but seep it in. You hoped that he wouldn’t say anything about it. How you could feel a thundering, fast-paced heartbeat underneath your fingertips, despite his cocky facade, your face blushing immensely, or how the atmosphere seemed as if it might just break from underneath the metaphorical weight between the two of you.

However, true to his word, he began letting out pieces of information.

“We actually go to the same college.”

You stopped to stare at him with full surprise.

“What? Really?”

“Well, ya graduated before I did, but I live near the campus. I…kinda saw ya every day. Not as a stalker!” He rushed before you could think of anything.

“-as in, my road to the school kinda passes your road, and I couldn’t help but not look away when ya were…ya know…It’s a very connected town, so I’ve seen ya…around.”

Then it hit you.

“Ah, so you must’ve seen me doing volunteer work?” You murmured, and he nodded.

“Well, yeah. You’re a familiar face. Couldn’t really ignore ya, ‘specially when you’re bein’ so wonderful half the damned time. Ya don’t know me, and I know it might be a lil’ creepy, but I promise ya that I don’t mean to be.” He babbled, face tinting a little more pink, and your ears burned from the forward acknowledged statement.

So he noticed your volunteer work, and where you lived, and yet you didn’t really see him creeping around the bushes, or any tall figure of his build stalking around, for instance.

“So…is this why you have a sudden interest?” You asked, and you heard him swallow thickly.

“Pretty much. Doesn’t help that you’re kinda allurin’. Like a magnet.” He finished lamely, eyes shifting as he bit his bottom lip, and you couldn’t believe the shy signals that he was giving off as your own cheeks burned.

“Ah. Um…yeah.” You couldn’t help but say, and he snorted. You jutted your chin up and was about to give him a piece of your mind.

“We’re both kinda terrible at this. Anyways, that’s what I wanted to tell ya. Been seein’ ya around and makin’ the world a better place, an’ so I couldn’t help but like ya.” He waved off your short-lived glare as your expression softened.

“I don’t understand? You’re shy but not?” You questioned, nipping the small extra thread that you’ve already tucked in.

He shrugged.

“Emotions are emotions. Ya do things to me that I can’t explain, and I make ya into a flustered mess, and vice versa. I was at first too fuckin’ scared to really say or do anything, because the last thing I wanna be, is to be a creepy stalker in yer eyes.”

“I think I understand. As I don’t believe that you are a stalker…um…how do you? How did you-”

“Body language is a dead giveaway. Studyin’ to be a therapist. Plus, it’s relievin’ to get another validation that ya don’t find me creepy. ‘Specially after hearin’ my story.” He grinned, and your shoulders relaxed as you finished up your work.

“Ah, all done?” He pouted, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You have another appointments, as well as my number.” You reasoned, and his eyes lit up.

“So, I could call ya?” He asked hopefully, and you found yourself nodding before you could comprehend what he said.

“Awesome. I’ll see ya around, Chickadee.” He hummed, digging into his wallet as he paid you upfront, letting his hand brush against yours, and yet you didn’t mind. All too fleeting, he sauntered away, but not before giving you a final look.

“The ball is in yer hands, in whichever ya want this to be. Although, I gotta up my game, if I wanna keep the competition at bay.” He winked, and then turned to leave the room. The wheels in your head had seemed to stop, before whirling again with realization.

So, he was aware of it all? The flirting and unwanted attention that you were gaining? As if he had to compete against anybody, you couldn’t help but think.

He wasn’t like the other “suitors” who were more aggressive and rude, you couldn’t help but think, your chest fluttering at the idea of him being your partner.

It’s been three days after that. You did shoot him a text, and almost immediately, he responded. He was forward with his interest, and you were still in a bit of confusion, why he, still a stranger, had decided to pursue you so quickly. You couldn’t help but think that the stars must have aligned in the both of your favor, or that it must have been fate, for you couldn’t help but start to like him, as well.

His forward approach, his respectful nature, the duality of his emotions, on how he could be so forward, and yet somehow kind of shy, he hunted at a distance, not too close or disrupting your boundaries, while never failing to look for you, or put on a show.

An excited voice rambled you out of your thoughts, a very, familiar excited voice, and your attention snapped towards the direction at the upcoming person, or people.

……………………………….

He sucked. He was a sucker, and he let his emotions get the best of him. Why did he have to spill out everything? Now she knew that he was an eager fool, and he didn’t mention the most important part; his two boys. Although not biologically his, blood didn’t matter, they were his sons.

Of course, while in his interest in pursuing, he was so caught up with classes, dancing, and raising his kids, a lot of things had passed his mind. He remembered laying in the darkness of his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling as his heart clenched.

What if she was only attracted to his dancing? The two of them had never made plans to meet outside of work, and if they did, would she be turned off by his more shy attitude? His more softer, meeker side? Unwanted thoughts swirled within his head.

He was making a mistake, he was putting too much time into a woman who he barely knew, and if she did like him, would she like his boys? They would always be his first and top priority, he could never lower their needs before a potential future partner.

Growling, he picked up his phone, searching for her contact. He began typing, and re-typing as he made sure that the sentence sounded perfect.

Me: I know it’s late, but do ya wanna go to the park, tomorrow around 9 am?

He bit his lip and pressed send. It’ll just be a hang out, he told himself. He’ll bring his sons, and if she reacted negatively, he would stop cold. Maybe move to another club. It was his fault for not mentioning that he had kids, and he didn’t blame her for not wanting to deal with him for not telling her in the first place. She was an adult, she could make her own decisions, and children might not be her priority, and he could respect that. The fated ding of his phone pulled him out of his thoughts.

Chickadee: Sure. It’s supposed to be chilly, tomorrow, so wear something warm.

His cheeks felt like fire as his heart warmed up from the thoughtfulness. A chuckle escaped his throat. Even while texting, she still used proper grammar, and he couldn’t help but find that adorable. He kind of hoped that she wouldn’t be upset that he had kids, and he wouldn’t force her into anything that she didn’t want, if he did break it to her that he wanted to see her as a partner.

He was a dumb mess, he told himself. However, he wouldn’t mind to have her as a good friend, if anything else. He couldn’t help but like her, and she had a blunt, straight to the point attitude mixed in with that sweetness.

……………….

“-lunch lady?!” A voice gasped in shock, the three familiar figures caught your full attention. Time stood still as you recognized the two small boys instantly, and behind them, stood none other than Taishiro. Surprise had hit you, but you couldn’t help but feel joy as little arms wrapped around your leg as you stopped the swing, seeing Eijirou glanced up at you with a toothy smile and bright eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile, pinching his cheeks a little as he giggled.

“Hey, um, small world?” Taishiro asked, breaking you out of your trance.

“I volunteered at the orphanage a while back. That’s amazing, I’m so glad to you two, again.” You explained, looking at the boys.

“It’s good to see you, as well.” Tamaki said softly, and you smiled at the slightly older boy who gripped Taishiro’s jacket.

“Oh, that’s pretty neat. Ya were in dietary?” He asked, sitting down on the swing next to you, Tamaki following closely. You looked down a bit shyly.

“Um, yeah. They were kind of short staffed, that year, and I was a pretty familiar face, so they asked, and I said yes.” You rambled, and he chuckled.

“You’re right about the pretty part.” He winked, and you huffed out a surprised laugh.

“Do you ever not flirt?” You inquired, and he grinned.

“I don’t flirt as much as ya think. Anyways, I wanted to know, if ya like to hang out with us, for the day?” He murmured softly at the end, and you felt yourself smile a little.

“I’d like to. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the boys. Although I missed the children, I couldn’t really stay, had college to go through, you know? It’s good that they’ve been adopted.” You rambled, watching Tamaki push Eijirou gently on the swing next to yours, the shyest of smiles graced the raven-hair’s features as the two were basically in their own little world.

“When I first came to this town, I didn’t really have anybody. So I took some time to think it over, and decided to adopt. They’ve been the light of my life for three years, now. Can’t imagine bein’ without ‘em.” He said softly, and you felt a burst of warmth envelop you.

“It’s good that they have a good dad. Do they know of your-?” You let the sentence hang, and he shook his head.

“Later. I doubt that they’ll judge, but I don’t want ‘em to know, just yet.”

It surprised you on how easy it was to make small talk, each of you opening up a little bit more. You fixed Tamaki’s coat, brushing the hair out of his eyes slightly when Taishiro had offered the group to get hot chocolate from the coffee shop that was near, chuckling as Eijirou’s eyes widened with pure glee.

Tamaki gripped your hand, Eijirou gripped Taishiro’s, and Taishiro held your free hand as the four of you crossed the street, and you couldn’t help but feel warmth at the domesticated atmosphere within your little group.

You wouldn’t mind if these sudden feelings stayed a little while longer.

#Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum x reader #What are emotions?#mmmM?#No smut or anything just a couple of ppl realizing their emotions and stuff #Like they should have in ch. 1 #Calling myself out

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pocketfulofrogers · 3 years

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Cover Me Up

Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve is still mesmerized by you, but while you’re juggling the lie and his life, you begin to question everything you’re doing.

Steve decides that after that night, he’ll take every opportunity he can to talk to you.

The first is when he finds you watching TV. Laid back in sweats with your hair piled on top of your head, chewing absentmindedly on a straw. For an hour he racks his brain for the best way to break the silence, too caught up in his own head to even start a conversation.

He wastes the opportunity on an offhand joke about an informercial you weren’t even paying attention to. Bucky bursts into laughter when you leave the room not long after and whispers his poor attempt at a joke low in his ear each time you walk past them for two days.

Later in the week, he bumps into you at breakfast, nearly knocking your cup of coffee right out of your hand. For a moment he wants to kick himself for making a fool of himself again, but then he notices the slight blush that tints your cheeks when you make your way around him.

The surge of confidence he gets is short lived, snuffed out by the sight of a light blue SHIELD file in your hand. He tries to hold it in, but the stir-crazy Avenger inside gets the best of him and he begins to hound you for details.

You laugh as he reaches almost longingly for it. “Just adding some fine details to a merc case Nat is working.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “I thought she finished that, well, them?”

Coolly, you smile and slide into another lie. “Almost, turns out there’s a little underground action, nothing major. But if it’s entertainment you’re looking for, I’ve got a story that involves me, a polar bear, and a bed sheet.”

Steve tries to be casual about it, about you, but Sam is relentless as he teases him for following you around like a puppy. You find it endearing in a way, find yourself growing fond of this friendship, but Natasha leaves you with some form a warning.

“Careful.” It’s low, whispered in passing with no context, not even a look.

Bucky rests his head, and his eyes, back against the wall he was leaning on. Sunday morning briefs were always a drag, but this particular one had been less enjoyable than usual. All he wanted was a burrito and a nap, but Steve had somehow managed to drag him into a conversation just around the corner from the kitchen.

“You can never have too much backup.” Bucky repeats the last thing he remembers Steve saying and hopes it fits the question.

When he opens his eyes, he sees you and your knitted brows turning a corner. Only a few moments pass before you come back, turning a different corner. It isn’t until he sees you pass the same corner twice that he flags you down.

Quickly, you slide the file in your hand behind your back and into the side pocket of your duffle. He flashes a lopsided grin your way as he jogs up.

“You lost?” He asks.

You hold your hands out and shrug. “Nat was supposed to give me a real tour but she got pulled into a briefing. I heard there’s some crazy high-tech gym here.” You tilt your head to the duffle on your hip.

“You’re close, but not quite.” Bucky throws a wink over his shoulder. “You know who gives great tours? Steve. Steve!” He bellows.

Steve takes a moment, caught between wishing he was on a month-long mission in the middle of the mountains and wanting to drag his friend through a few rounds. Instead, he smiles.

He leads you around, pointing out a few of the more notable places on the way. Not so casually, he mentions his room is only down the hall from yours and you’re surprised at how easy he had been making this.

In all honesty, however, the longer you spoke with him, the more days that went by, the louder the whisper of guilt got. It nipped at the back of your mind each time he genuinely seemed to care, screaming that he didn’t deserve to be played like this.

It’s not long before it becomes about more than the spaces within these walls. He tells you about the team, speaks of them so fondly, with so much respect, all you can do is listen. There are a few stories he offers up. A dented wall from Sam wrestling Bucky just a little too hard, a passive aggressive sign about cleaning the fridge still hanging from when Natasha found an old container of something Clint had forgotten about.

There’s so much laughter that you begin to feel your heart ache. All your life you had looked for something like this and now here you were. Expected to get the job done and head back onto the road.

You imagine Natasha will try to convince you to stay, but you can’t build a home off a foundation made entirely of lies.

“What brought you here?” He asks breaking your small shame spiral.

“Sorry?”

“All I heard was that you’ve known Nat for a while and she’s trying to get you to stay?”

“Oh, yeah. We ran into each other on a few ops when I was in the CIA. We seemed to work well together, so I kept her number. After I left, she got me started on doing my own thing. That’s how I generally prefer it now, working alone.”

“Why the Avengers then?”

You stop a smile at him. “She thinks I’m meant for bigger things.” He nods as you continue walking, contemplating the very vague amount of information he’s been able to get from you. “Is this it?” You ask pointing to a wall of glass. “Doesn’t look too fancy.”

Steve chuckles. “The equipment is pretty standard. Stark wrote some kind of program that will analyze your workouts and techniques and tell you everything you’re doing wrong.”

“Lovely.” You mutter.

He leaves you there with nothing more than a smile, a nod, and a promise to give you something more in-depth later. You’re grateful, as what you were actually looking for was Fury’s office, but it’s not like you can ask without raising any questions. Heading back the way Steve took you, you discover a new corridor with an elevator that looks promising.

It’s another hour before you’ve stumbled into his office. Fury looks up from his desk, eyebrow raised.

“You know,” You huff. “Would be a lot easier to find you if I knew where I was going.” Wordlessly he hands you a map and gives you a ‘is that all’ look. Digging into your duffle you pull out the thick file and plop it on his desk.

This piques his interest. “What’s this?”

“A full report on the 98 names I cleared this week.”

“On top of the 63 at the gala? How?”

You cock your hip to the side, the only evidence of your irritation besides your tone. “Yes. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you know how to talk to people.” He doesn’t find the humor in your joke. “I used the gala to drop a few comments about money troubles and the bounty on Steve’s head so it’s only a matter of time before he comes for me.”

“No one seemed skeptical?”

“Listen, I know Nat pushed you into this, but I promise I’m very good. I put an image out there of an outsider in over her head looking for what she thinks will be easy money. It’s when he underestimates me that I’ll be able to take him out with ease.”

He keeps his features emotionless except for the slightest twitch of one brow. “Impressive.”

“I Just don’t see why I need to get that close to get the job done.”

Natasha groans. “It is too soon for you to be falling in love with a mark, it hasn’t even been two weeks.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not in love with him, and he’s not a mark. I just think it’s a little messed up.”

“Sure, messed up for you, but not for the girl taking advantage of a friendship to gain the trust of a man worth $500 million so you can slit his throat easier.”

You look up at the ceiling. “I get where you’re coming from, but I’m telling you I can do this without the manipulation.”

“When did you get soft?” She asks the question and you react as if it were a slap to the face.

“Do not call me soft.” You spit. “I’m trying to save your friend without breaking his heart. Maybe show a little gratitude.”

Natasha recoils. She had never seen you like this. Emotional and defiant. Sure, she’s had to spend some time reeling you back in, but this was different. For a moment she considers how loyal she knows you to be, but that kind of loyalty took time for you. More time than you had spent here. This was as if you had drawn a line in the sand, for the first time declaring something you won’t do.

“What is it about him?”

You shake your head. “This isn’t about him, Nat. Maybe I’m just a little tired of always having to be the bad guy just to do the right thing.”

You had planned on just taking the rest of the night to shift through personnel files, but the moment you turned the corner to the hall that housed your room, you bumped into Tony startling yourself.

He quickly reaches out to steady you. “Sorry, I just wanted to catch you earlier rather than later. You may have heard, but there’s a wedding next week.”

You laugh. “I don’t think there’s a soul with decent internet connection that doesn’t know about your wedding.”

You could be mistaken, but you swear you see a blush rise on his cheeks. “Right. Since we’re supposedly trying to get you on the team, I figured leaving you out of that would look bad. I talked with Pepper and she’s added you to the guest list.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, thank you.” There’s genuine appreciation in your voice.

He disappears quickly as he had only a few minutes to track you down before some experiment he was working on finished it’s first phase. Natasha would be happy to hear that she won’t have to bribe an invitation out of Pepper for reasons she can’t disclose.

You reach down to your doorknob, turning it slightly, aching for today to just be over. The door has barely cracked open when you hear the unmistakable click of a trigger.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #natasha romanoff #Nick Fury #tony stark

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lazyangeltreemoney · 4 years

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Goodbye Detective

Oneshot Detective AU

Description: How much harm can one night stand cause?

Pairings: Detective!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, police, swearing, mafia.

A/N: this might become a series but for now it’s a short Oneshot because Detective Bucky has become my new favourite thing

Bucky woke up that morning with such a headache he was convinced that he had gone to sleep with Sam telling him a bedtime story. His head pounded and he wanted nothing more to slam his head back into his pillow until next Sunday. However, his alarm had other plans, plans which involved him getting out of bed and actually heading to work. Groaning, he slammed his hand down on the clock to get it to finally shut up. The silence that followed next was pleasurable, it was early and for New York standards the streets were quiet.

As much as Bucky wanted to enjoy a lazy morning, Steve would have his ass if he turned up late again. He got out of bed and headed for the shower, hoping the warm water would soothe this aching head. When he walked into the bathroom he looked at himself properly in the mirror. He was naked and there were smudged red lipstick marks along his neck and trailing down his toned figure. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the marks, a reminder of what or who he had done the night before.

It was a simple night out, headed to his usual bar after finishing his shift at the 57th. He had planned to only have a couple of drinks and head home but there was a woman who he hadn’t seen before. Feeling confident, he brought her a drink, one drink turned into two, two quickly turned into four and before he knew it they were stumbling up the stairs to his apartment.

Bucky was struggling to concentrate on getting the door open as the woman kissed his neck playfully.

“Jesus, Doll at this rate we’re not even going to make it past the front door,” Bucky laughed.

“You’re a big boy James, I’m sure you can have some self-control,” She teased.

“Not when it comes to you,” Bucky smirked as he finally undid the lock.

Slamming the door behind him once they were both inside, Bucky shoved Y/N up against the nearest wall. Their kisses were heavy and hot, both of them battling for some dominance over each other. Y/N pulled away from him slightly and kissed his neck some more, he seemed to have a sweet spot right below his Adam’s apple than made him moan and curse her name.

Bucky felt in such a daze he hadn’t even noticed that she had removed his shirt, her kisses moved from his neck to his collarbone, to his abs, trailing down even further...

Bucky let the memories of last night play over in his mind as he got into the shower. He remembered how innocent and coy she somehow managed to appear on her knees; how her moans seemed to be conducted by some kind of orchestra by how beautiful they sounded; moreover the way she rode him into complete orgasmic bliss.

When Bucky was finally dressed he noticed a small post-it note had been placed next to a box of painkillers and a cup of coffee.

Sorry I had to shoot off but this was fun, call me next time you need an ‘after-shift’ pick me up ;) Y/N

Underneath there was a phone number. Bucky chuckled as he placed the number into his phone and headed to work.

“Well I’ll be damned, sleeping beauty actually got to work on time,” Sam faked his astonishment as Bucky walked into the precinct.

Bucky only rolled his eyes and sat down at this desk, this was going to be a long fucking day.

“What, you finally got someone to kiss that ugly mug and wake your ass up?” Sam clearly wasn’t going to let this drop.

“You know what Wilson-”

“Barnes, Wilson, briefing room now!” Nat called from the other side of the room.

Sam and Bucky’s old married couple schtick would have to wait, Natasha Romanoff was not a woman you kept waiting. Sam and Bucky followed each other into the briefing room to see Nat had put pictures of the Rumlow crime family:

Erik Rumlow- Father and Head of the Family

Brock Rumlow - His eldest Son, Second in command

Underneath them was a string of men’s mugshots, over the past year the squad had been trying to work out the family’s chain of command, work out who the big fish were. They couldn’t simply go for Brock or Erik, they were pretty much untouchable.

Recently there had been a new drug popping up on the streets called ‘Red Skull’. Barnes hadn’t been able to prove it yet but he knew that it was coming in from Rumlows docks and being spread on his orders. ‘Red Skull’ had quickly become a problem around New York and the commissioner was giving everyone hell to try and sort the problem.

Bucky readied himself for rigorous hours of staring at that damned board and came up with no way to tie ‘Red Skull’ to Rumlow. He had to give it to him, Rumlow had a tight ship, there was never any evidence and none of his henchmen was talking. The one good thing about today was the fact that Y/N had texted him back after he had texted her to say thank you for the ‘pick me up’.

How do you know I like my coffee? - Bucky

You’re rather predictable, the ruggedly handsome stranger likes his coffee black with two sugars, such a cliche James, besides I kind of owed you- Y/N

Bucky chuckled at her reply and went to text her back when Natasha let out a rather unamused cough.

“Barnes, you ready to join us in reality?” Natasha’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and her icy stare made him shut off his phone and give her an apologetic glance.

“Thankyou Romanoff, as I saw saying,” Steve got up and walked over towards the whiteboard, “There was some chatter on the street and thanks to Romanoff’s excellent work we can confirm that Y/N Rumlow is officially back in New York,” Steve wrote her name on the board next to Brock Rumlow.

“Didn’t even know Erik had a daughter,” Sam commented, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Apparently she went travelling a lot after her mother passed away, and hasn't been in the city for 3 years,” Natasha replied coolly.

No one was surprised at Nat knowing so much, in a five-minute conversation she could grab a person's address, phone number and social security number.

“So what brings her back now?” Sam turned to Natasha.

“We don’t know but judging how quickly she left after her mother passed, something tells me that she and Erik don’t have the best relationship,” Nat suggested.

Steve grabbed a picture of the table next to him and stuck it onto the whiteboard above where he had written her name. When Steve stepped away he turned to face the other three.

“This is the closest we’ve gotten to a lead in months so we need to approach her in the right way, Barnes, Wilson, I want you to follow her, see what her daily routine is and we’ll work from there,” Steve ordered.

Sam nodded and headed out of the room, Nat and Steve followed assuming Bucky would come as well but he didn’t. He felt frozen in place and his eyes were glued to the photo that had been stuck on the whiteboard. No, no, this can’t be happening, this is just Sam playing some sick joke? The photo on the board was of Y/N, the woman he had taken home last night. He sat in the room, waiting, praying for Sam to reappear laughing and say something along the lines of ‘Man I got you so good,’ But he didn’t. Instead, he simply told Bucky to ‘hurry his ass up’ and that was when it hit him. He had just slept with The Mafia Princess of Brooklyn.

Y/N’s day was going pretty well. The sunlight trickling through James blinds woke her up and as much as she enjoyed the feel of his arms around her, her phone looked as if it was about to blow with the amount of missed phone calls and texts that appeared on her screen.

Sighing, she somehow managed to pry herself out of James hold and saw all of the messages were from her brother and her friend Martin. Martin had been the one familiar face she had been happy to see when he arrived back in the city. Y/N sent him a quick text telling him to meet her at the Diner on fourth and picked her clothes up off of James’ floor. She managed to find her underwear, jeans and shoes but when she found her shirt she hissed a little at a memory from last night.

“God you’re handsome,” Y/N hummed as she crawled on top of James

“And you are wearing too many clothes,” James groaned.

Before she could stop him two strong hands came to the front of her shirt and ripped it open, buttons cascading down onto the two of them.

“James!” YN went to scold him but he held onto her too tightly and silenced her with another searing kiss.

“Told you Doll, no self-control,” He teased and kissed her again before she could argue back.

It wasn’t like Y/N could walk around the streets of New York in her bra. The press would have a field day and give her Dad a heart attack… actually, she didn’t mind the second thing so much. Glancing around the room Y/N spotted a greyish t-shirt. It was a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and it would have to do.

“Since when did you start listening to Led Zeppelin?” Martin raised a brow as Y/N sat across from him at the dinner.

“I don’t know, just happened to come across some of his stuff while travelling,” Y/N shrugged the comment off and looked down at the menu, she was craving some good old American pancakes and coffee.

“Oh yeah, name one of their songs?” Martin held his award-winning smirk and it made Y/N want to punch him.

“Urgh fine you’ve caught me but no telling Brock or Dad, got it?” Y/N warned.

Even with only holding a butter knife, Martin was harshly reminded that Y/N was the daughter of the biggest and baddest mob bosses in Brooklyn.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it, no telling Daddy you’re no longer his sweet innocent virgin daughter,” Martin grumbled, “OWWW!”

Y/N had found one of the toothpicks and stabbed it into Martin's left hand that he left so casually unguarded on the table, big mistake. Martin quickly jerked his hand away and sucked on it briefly where Y/N had stabbed him. There wasn’t any blood but fuck it hurt. He glared at Y/N as he rubbed his hand but she just gave him a sickly sweet smile and called the waitress over.

Bucky felt as if he was sweating buckets as he sat in Sam’s car. He kept trying to go over everything Y/N and he said last night, did she say her last name? Did he mention he was a cop? He couldn’t remember anything from before they got back to his apartment.

“Barnes you okay over there?” Sam asked, concerned for his friend who hadn’t said anything the whole car journey down to the dinner.

They’d gotten a tip that Y/N used to come here a lot with her mother and chances were she would turn up there again.

“Yeah, fine, just tired,” Bucky muttered out, looking through the binoculars.

Sam wanted to push Bucky further but then he spotted Y/N Rumlow enter the Diner. She wasn’t dressed the way you’d expect a mafic princess to dress. No designer labels, no primped and proper hair or chihuahua in her arms. Instead, she looked a lot more down to earth. She wore black jeans, combat style black boots and a greyish t-shirt under a leather jacket.

Sam instantly started snapping pictures of her. She walked through the Diner and quickly went to go and sit down next to a man who was already sitting down. Sam recognised the man, Martin Murphy, one of Rumlows henchmen. The two seemed to be old friends, they seemed to be teasing each other about something and acting like children at a dinner table. Even Sam had to chuckle at the sight of Y/N threatening Martin with a butter knife. Then Y/N removed her jacket and Sam could see the t-shirt she was wearing more clearly… It was a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. It looked an awful lot like the one he had brought Bucky last Christmas for the squad's secret Santa. It even had the same paint stains on it from when they had all helped Steve move house and redecorate the nursery…

Sam turned to face Bucky who had his eyes locked on the Diner… locked on Y/N. He even seemed to be giving an evil glare to the guy sitting next to her. Sam watched Bucky seem to mentally snap when he saw Martin lean over and wipe something off of Y/N’s face.

“Sam why don’t you wait in the car, I’m going to scope out the place,” Bucky stated and before Sam could even argue Bucky was already out of the car and halfway across the road.

Sam was simply left behind in the car with his mouth agape… what the hell had Bucky gotten himself into?

Who the fuck is this guy? Bucky was doing his best to remain calm as he walked towards the Diner but when he saw Martin’s hand reach for Y/N he wanted to break it off. He stormed into the Diner and suddenly it hit him that he didn’t have a plan. He couldn’t just walk up to her and start questioning her, Steve said that he wanted to try and get Y/N to be the squad's graving grace in this case. If he messed it up purely out of jealousy Steve would kill him.

Just as Bucky was panicking about what he should actually do he made eye contact with Martin and was giving him a serious death glare. Who did this guy think he was flirting with Y/N? She was wearing his shirt for christ sake. Screw having a plan, Bucky was going to march over there and give him a piece of his mind… or he was until Sam came crashing into the Diner and dragged him onto the nearest booth.

“Alright Barnes I want answers now,” Sam ordered as he threw Bucky into the seat.

Bucky, deciding not to cause a scene, got into the booth and grabbed a menu to try and look inconspicuous but his eyes kept drifting over to Y/N.

“Oh no Barnes, eyes on me, now you’re going to tell me exactly why Y/N fucking Rumlow is wearing the t-shirt I got you last Christmas?” Sam waved his hand in front of Bucky.

This was going to be one long fucking day.

“Ah shit, Barnes and Wilson, Dumb and Dumber of New York’s finest just waltzed in,” Martin sneered and leaned down further into his seat,

“Who?” Y/N mumbled through a mouth full of pancakes.

“Good to see that three years away haven’t improved your manners,” Martin muttered at Y/N and handed her a tissue, “Barnes and Wilson, two detectives that have been stirring up some trouble… it’s just business and I know you don’t wanna talk about that stuff,”

Y/N turned to look behind her to see who Martin was gesturing two behind her. When she turned around Y/N could have sworn her heart stopped beating. James, no surely not, Martin can’t mean him. But James and the man sat across from him were the only other two people in the Diner. In what Y/N would later admit wasn’t her smartest move, she fled the Diner. She mumbled something to Martin about how she owed him for breakfast and just ran into the streets of New York. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could you do this! Y/N scolded herself as she pushed herself through crowds of people. He’s a Cop, of course, he’s a cop.

Just as she was cursing herself her phone rang,

“Martin I told you I’d pay you back but there’s something really important I need to do-” Y/N groaned down the phone,

Stupid traffic light, change colour already.

“Not Martin Doll,” that stupid scruff, sexy voice, “turn around, Doll,”

Y/N turned around to see James was standing right behind her. He hung up the phone and said a silent prayer, hoping Y/N wasn’t going to shoot off again.

“I think we need to talk,” Bucky grabbed her hand and led her towards a side road that was certainly less busy.

It was just the two of them now but somehow that didn’t make it any easier for either of them to talk. Y/N couldn’t stand it, the anxiety bubbling inside her, what the hell did he want from her? Did he want to arrest her? Was last night even real or was he trying to seduce her to get information about her Dad? Y/N tried to study him to see if his expression gave away any signs but there was nothing. All there seemed to be between them was dead air and heavy tension.

“I see now why you owed me,” Bucky began gesturing to her t-shirt, hoping to kill some of the tension,

“So is this how you usually do things, buy a girl a few drinks, take her to your place and then stalk her and arrest her?” Y/N accused in that sultry tone and nearly made all the blood in Bucky’s brain rush downwards.

“Come on Doll I haven’t even gotten any cuffs out yet… unless you want me to,” Bucky teased walking closer towards her.

Y/N simply scoffed at him and pushed him away.

“Urgh, I can’t believe I slept with a fucking cop,” Y/N seethed as she pinched the nose of her bridge.

“Well you did, Doll, rather spectacularly if you ask me,” Bucky flirted with her, he knew he was crossing a line but he just couldn’t help himself around her. Flirting with her came as natural as breathing.

“No, no, I didn’t, in fact, ‘this’,” Y/N gestured between the two of them, “Never happened, got it,”

“Why because it would get your Daddy’s panties in a bunch?” Bucky teased

“No, because my Dad would put a bullet in your brains and then mine, in that order,” Y/N said and Bucky’s flirty demeanour died down when he noticed the serious tone in her voice.

“Doll,” Bucky tried to step closer to her to try and offer some comfort but Y/N simply stepped away further.

“I’m serious James, this never happened, goodbye.” With that Y/N left and headed back into the heavily busy streets of Brooklyn.

#bucky x reader #detective!bucky #detective!bucky x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #the winter solider #bucky barnes x reader #reader insert #detective au #mobster!reader

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sugarbutterbroadway · 4 years

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Call Me Dottie

Hey y’all hope you enjoy this!

There was a boy. But no, not just any boy. Blanco was around eligible boys all day and all night and well, it really raised your standards. If the copper hair peeking out from under his cap was any indication, this was one of the O'conor boys. With most of them being closer in age to his littles, they seemed to move freely through the boroughs. It was an unspoken rule, you didn’t beat on no kid, and the few fools who did had to deal with him. But him, he was older, seemed to be one of the oldest if Blanco’s eyes were on right this morning. Spot didn’t like the other boroughs flooding Brooklyn, said once you let one in they all spread like lice. He made this very clear during their yearly meetings. So whichever O'conor this was had to know, he just had to. It had to be deliberate too,a walk to Brooklyn from Queens was no Sunday stroll. So whatever balls he had to show up here, perched on the stoop of one of the apartment buildings, might’ve just earned Blanco’s respect.

Blanco walked over slowly, he didn’t want a fight. This boy was lanky, but these O'conor boys had a reputation, short tempers and quicker fists. He heard the same about their sisters too, no O'conor runs from a fight. So he made himself a little smaller, stuffed his hands in his moth bitten pockets and took his time. He did make quick work of crossing the street though, carriage drivers were getting out of control these days. The closer he got, the more he realized why their family were hot commodity. He could admit, they were kind of becoming a big name in the boroughs. He ain’t never seen as many as three siblings selling together, let alone six. It was something that hadn’t really been done before so of course it got all the talk. But now he realized the other reason, they were downright beautiful. Freckled rosy cheeks,full pink lips,and big blue eyes. Blue eyes that were now focused on him. Blue eyes that were narrowed. Pink lips pulled up in a smirk.

“I hear you Brooklyn boys are bad”he said, his voice was light, playful if you squint hard enough. “You just gonna stare or are you gonna soak me?” “What are you doin’ in Brooklyn?”Blanco asked. Instead of the usual steady baritone it was pitched just a bit higher. He bunched his hands even tighter in his pockets. The boy stood up from the stoop, and it seemed he just kept standing because his legs went on for miles. Long legs with trousers that barely reached past his knees and socks that kept falling off his calves. Blanco wasn’t short himself, he wasn’t, that was all Spot’s territory. But with this O'conor he was seeing eye to eye, or more like eye to nose. Then eyes to lips, lips that parted to show a crooked smile. Blanco’s heart raced and he quickly fixed his gaze.

“What’s your business here?”He asked, then pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“My question first,”Blanco insisted.

The boy looked at him and laughed. “If we’re goin by the rules, my question comes first” he took his cap off and ran a hand through his hair. Blanco stiffened, not only was this boy bold but he was downright indecent. Maybe he was in over his head with this one.

“I ain’t soakin you”Blanco rushed out, his face felt warm. “Alright, your turn”

“ ‘m here on pleasure”He smirked, his eyes flitted over Blanco’s face. “Now my next question, any reason you so jittery?”

“That’s not what you-why’re you here?”Blanco blurted out, “I-you know how things are, if Spot sees you he’ll-”

“So what I'm hearin is you don’t want Conlon hurting me?”He asked coyly. “I wouldn’t take you as the sweet type”

“I-I...what?”Blanco stammered, he was feeling incredibly warm now but he’d chalk that up to the afternoon sun. He was sure he was pulling a face, he always pulled faces when he was nervous, his grandmother used to tell him that all the time. The boy's lips twitched and in a matter of seconds the facade was crumbling. His eyes were filled with mirth and he was doubled over with laughter. Now Blanco was confused and a bit embarrassed because his laughter turned more than a few heads. But the funny thing was he didn’t care, not one bit. His hands were on his knees and his cheeks seemed wet with tears. Blanco couldn’t help but chuckle a bit because what was so funny?

“I-”The boy started, but laughter bubbled past his lips again and he was gone.

“What’s so funny?”Blanco asked, but his smile reached the tips of his ears.

“No!”the boy howled, wiping his eyes. His breathing was staccato and when he finally stood up his face was red. “I was trying to be hot! Ca-can I try again?”

“Absolutely not!”Blanco laughed, this was ridiculous.

“That’s not fair!”he continued, “I was doing so well and then you looked like you shit yourself!-”

“Excuse me?-”

“-and then your eyes got all wide and I-”He let out a stuttery laugh, “-I couldn’t keep serious anymore”

Those pretty pink lips were pulled into a pout and Blanco resisted the urge to kiss it away. What the hell was wrong with him today?

“Fine fine”Blanco said, “I’m a fair man, I’ll give you your do over if you tell me why you were really in Brooklyn today”

“I said pleasure”He puffed out, “And I meant it, you’re pretty to look at”

“What”

“I saw you a few months back when you an’ conlon were in Queens”He explained, and suddenly he looked bashful. “I...I wanted to talk to you but I know how Spot is with his boys. So, I pulled some strings with the bronx-”

“You did what-”

“-and I found out where you sold”He finished, he took his cap off and ran his hand through his hair again. “I’ve been doin this for a few weeks now”

“What?”Blanco breathed, because this couldn’t be real. “How...how come I ain’t never seen you?”

“I didn’ want to be seen!”He assured, “I...last time I saw you, you was speakin and you sounded so passionate a-and smart and..I wanted to be ready when I talked to you. Made sure I had a little script and everythin”

“you...what?”He repeated.

“Throw me a bone here, Blanco”He pleaded, “Do you...you even like beaus?”His brain had short circuited for a few seconds, but it only took his smile to fall a fraction for him to jump back in action.

“Yes!”He shouted immediately, then winced sending him an apologetic look. “I-fuck, yes I do, you got me all jittery”

“Alright good”He exhaled, “So Ditsy ain’t no liar-”

“Wait”Blanco said, “You said my name”

“I did”He said slowly, “Ditsy from the bronx told me-”

“It sounds nice when you say it,”Blanco said, curling his fingers in his pocket around a piece of loose thread. “fuck, is that weird to say?”

“Weird? no”He said, smiling shyly. “Just caught me a little off guard is all. Today’s sabbath and I usually don’t cuss, seeing your rosary you shouldn’t either”

“Shit”Blanco mumbled, then shot him a withering look. “You’re right, Conlon’s a bad influence”

“I bet”He said cheekily, “you all cuss like sailors”

“We’re right by the water”Blanco shot back with a grin, “Might as well be”

“So now you’re pirates?”

“Never said that!”

“So you’ve been living here for how long?”He asked.

“Since I was five”Blanco said, “I came here to work, they wanted me to come back but I fell in love with the city”

“That’s how my parents felt when they moved here”He said thoughtfully, “my ma already lived here but my dad was only here for university. They fell in love and well...the rest is history”

“That’s sweet”Blanco grinned, “Don’ tell none of the boys but ‘ve always been a sucker for stories like that, the romance...y’know?”

“As long as you promise not to tell my boys”He said, “But I feel the same way, love is beautiful”

Blanco found himself lost in those sapphire eyes. “Yeah...beautiful”

“Sometimes I just...I miss them, y’know?”Blanco said, he grabbed the bottle out of the boy’s hand and took a swig. “I-this is really good--but like, I know that I'm doin better here than I would've been back home. I’ve almost got enough to send for my sister but my parents...”

“I can’t believe you’ve never had a soda”He teased, snatching the bottle back with a glint in his eyes of something playful.

“But yeah, you’re doing the right thing”He said softly, they were shoulder to shoulder now. “I know I can’t understand but...what you’re doing is right”

Blanco’s eyes softened just that little bit and he nudged the boy’s shoulder“Thank you”

They had walked the length of Brooklyn and the boy had even fished out enough pocket change that they could split a rootbeer. It was nice, for a little while he didn’t have Spot’s angry eye on his back or littles pulling at his shirtsleeve. For once he was just Blanco, even if it was only a few hours. They stopped back in front of the apartment complex where they started, the afternoon sun had now shifted for a pink sky and a cool breeze. The days were starting to get cooler, Blanco shifted his hands into his pocket only to realize that his two fingers were sticking out. The boy looked down and bit his lip.

“If you ever find yourself in Queens”He started, then poked the two fingers, “I could mend that for you”

“You sew?”Blanco said, quirking a brow.

“My ma makes sure all her kids can sew.”he said, “With so many little ones running around, she can’t possibly do it all”

“You’ve really got eight siblings?”Blanco asked and leaned against the side of the building.

“With more on the way”He said, his face a little pinched. “Ma wants as many as the lord’ll allow, I think the lord needs to bless another family”

Blanco laughed and bumped his hip, “Maybe one day I can help take the load off” “We can’t afford to pay,”he said, his eyebrows pulled into a small furrow and he shook his head.

“You wouldn’t need to,”Blanco said. “I like kids. One day if your ma needs a break you and your sisters won’t have to do it alone”

“That’s...thank you”He said softly. “But what about your kids here?”

Blanco waved him off“Spot can handle ‘em for a day, they was his kids first before they were mine, they miss him anyways”

“Well next time i’m in Brooklyn i’ll remember to thank you” Blanco wanted to say he had already thanked him but cut himself short. This sounded like a promise.

“Well I'll count on that”Blanco said with a smile, “Next time, meet me at the bridge. I don’t need any of these boys soakin you”

“Will do”He said, the evening sky loomed over both of their heads. They knew it was time. “I should be getting back”

“I’d walk you but-”

“But your kids”He said, eyes sparkling, “I understand, kids come first”

“If i’m not at the bridge, ask around for Blanco,”Blanco said.

“Well next time you're in Queens”He said, taking a few steps forward. “Ask for Dots”

He smiled and almost took that as his leave, but turned around and flashed Blanco a shiny grin. “But you...you can call me Dottie”

Once Dottie was out of sight Blanco took that as his cue to start heading back. It took him only a few seconds to realize why his hand felt so heavy.

That bastard had left him the rest of the bottle.

Blanco shook his head, nothing about today made any sense, but maybe it didn’t have to make sense. Maybe this was some divine intervention to live in the moment. He paused again as he passed the cathedral, pretty pink lips and copper red hair fresh in his mind. He fiddled with the rosary around himself and smiled.

Maybe he just found himself an angel.

#King of manhattan #Blanco Morales #Dottie O’conor #Blanco Morales x Dottie O’conor #my oc's #newsies #newsies broadway #Spot conlons turf #them brooklyn boys is big #or are they?#Blanco is a mess #Dottie is a mess #all my oc's are a mess tbh

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| chapter one

| the sound of forgetting

summary: after being wrongly accused of the murder of her fiancé, Bella Swan is trying to find stability in her broken life. Until a mysterious brown-haired boy reveals a harrowing secret about the man she loved, and she embarks on a time-bending journey to clear her name…

a/n: hooray harooh harrah i finished chapter one and this baby is ready to go! i can’t communicate to you how pumped i am to explore this world and all the dark fantasy that comes with it! let me know what you think x

October 14th, 2012

It was still dark when I pulled my ancient Chevrolet pick-up into the parking lot of the café, and I settled the beast into an open space next to Dad's favorite oak tree. Killing the engine, I reveled in the heat of the truck's cab, bracing myself for the crisp, Washington air that awaited me outside. Unfortunately, I always drew the short straw when it came to taking the early morning shifts from my siblings – Seth and Leah knew how to get exactly what they wanted from Sue.

"Morning, Dad," I called out as I strode into the café, hitting the switch for the neon OPEN sign that hung on the front door; it awoke with a dull hum. Garish lights reflected off the green gingham tablecloths Charlie had bought the other day from Billy Black – I made a mental note to look for replacements when I got home.

"Morning, sweet pea," He replied from the kitchen, and I could hear bacon already sizzling on the grill.

Dad had been the proud owner of Clearwater's Bites, sharing the responsibility with his wife, Sue, for almost ten years. Nestled into the sleepy heart of Forks, Washington, Charlie had surprised Sue with the café as an engagement present after she told him about her life-long dream of owning a restaurant. In the summer of 2002, he became the head-chef, Sue ran the front-of-house, and waitressing shifts were shared out between me, Seth and Leah. I was happy to see that the place was still standing when I was released from prison.

I doubted anyone else would have wanted to hire a convicted murderer to make small talk with their regulars.

"Expecting it to be busy today?" I inquired, making polite small talk as I rolled napkins neatly around pairs of knives and forks.

"Not too sure, Bells. It is a Sunday so I doubt we'll be rammed, but, then again, I could be wrong. We'll have to see."

Thank goodness, I thought, breathing a sigh of relief into the growing stack of cutlery; at least there wouldn't be so many whispers and stares.

"Sounds good, Dad! I'm sure we'll be able to hold down the fort!"

I enjoyed working shifts with Charlie – neither of us were particularly big talkers, so we worked side-by-side in comfortable silence, nodding at each other as we passed. While he set about preparing for the breakfast shift, I worked at serving the odd customer, giving the place a scrub when we were quiet – my siblings were not as pedantic at cleaning as I was, so I think Charlie and Sue were happy to have me in the shop.

The early birds were my favorite people to serve because, where the café was quiet, I was able to pay close attention to what they ordered. Gladys, along with her Labrador, Skip, came in for her regular one-shot cappuccino with extra chocolate dusting, while an elderly gentleman in a bowler hat ordered a simple tea and sat against the far-window, reading a newspaper. I let my mind conjure a story where the two used to be high-school sweethearts, but were torn apart when Gladys' mother died, and she went to live with her aunt. After seven years with very little to do, I had learned to become reliant on my imagination.

It was around two hours into my shift that a stream of customers began to build, and our small parking lot became crammed with a plethora of vehicles. A buzz of chatter filled the room as people shared stories over cups of steaming liquid, and my heart swelled. When people were paying little attention to me, I felt content to find myself amongst a crowd again.

"Welcome to Clearwater's Bites," I chirped cheerfully, placing two laminated menus before a new table of customers. They were two brawny construction workers, and both wore black t-shirts that clung to their bulging chests, stained with streaks of paint and dust. "What can I get for you today?"

"Aren't you the woman who murdered her fiancé?"

The pen began to shake between my fingers, but I couldn't tell whether it was from anger or the tears that stung my eyes. My prison sentence came to an end a month ago, and, although the accident happened in 2005, my presence in town seemed to stir up old memories. The front page of every national press had covered the story from the moment the coastguard pulled The Victoria to shore, and I had been led off the deck in handcuffs. I would get the occasional inquiry as to whether I was happy to be back in town, or what I planned to do with my time now I had returned to Forks.

It was the direct questions that always threw me off.

"Uhm," I murmured, struggling to get my thoughts straight. "No, I don't think that was me, but I appreciate the inquiry."

"Oh, come on, it's definitely you! Isabella, isn't it?" The weaker of the two men smirked as he leaned back in his chair, taking in the view of my beat-up Levi's from behind. "I would recognize that ass anywhere."

I clicked my tongue against my teeth as I turned away from his gaze and looked around briefly to see if anyone had overheard what he said. No-one seemed to be paying attention to our interaction.

"Would you like some tea with that misogyny, Paul?" His friend remarked from behind his menu, throwing a glare in his direction. Paul sat back up in his chair.

"Would you just fuck off, Jake? I'm only messing with the pretty lady." He turned back to me. "You were definitely the lass I had pinned up in my locker last year."

"That's wonderful. Do you want me to autograph it for you?"

"Ay, Mami, is this that famous temper of yours? Hopefully, there's no sharp objects around."

Paul winked; I seethed.

"It's eight in the morning, for Christ's sake," Paul's tanned friend spat as he handed me his menu. "We'll take two Americanos. Black, no sugar."

"No problem," I replied, plastering my best customer service smile across my face. "Coming right up!"

"You could always leave me your number instead," Paul hollered at me as I shuffled back behind the counter, drowning out my racing thoughts with the noisy whirr of grinding coffee beans.

"Alright, sweetheart?" Charlie poked his head around the entrance to the kitchen, forehead glittering with sweat. He held two plates of eggs in his hands. "Not causing you trouble, are they?"

I punched the double-shot button a little too hard on our clunky coffee machine, watching the black liquid splutter into the awaiting cup. "Nothing I can't handle, Dad."

"Are you sure? I haven't seen them around before, so I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I told them to move along?"

I peeked over at the men again as I waited for their cups to fill. Paul sat texting on a cell-phone, no doubt something about me; his friend…Jake, I think it was, glanced over and smiled. I darted my gaze back to the coffee.

"Honestly, Dad, it's chill," I placed the now-steaming cups of coffee onto two saucers, grabbing a pot of sugar cubes. "Like you said, they're not regulars. Probably won't ever see them again."

Charlie nodded. "Chin up, Princess, don't let-"

"-Your tiara fall," I finished, turning back towards Paul and Jake. "I got it, Dad."

Gingerly returning to their table, I placed a cup in front of each of the men and practically ran back behind the counter before they could make any more remarks. I avoided looking in their direction for the duration of their stay, feeling relaxed as I watched them take the last swigs of their drinks.

Until Jake started walking towards the counter. Feeling my heart in my stomach, I pretended to be writing something on a spare blackboard.

"Hey," He said, standing awkwardly in front of the register. "I just came to bring this back. No sugar, remember?"

He placed the neglected sugar pot in front of me; I shook my head. "Oops, sorry. Just one of those mornings."

"No problem, I get that." He chuckled. "I kept waiting for you to come back to collect it. Seemed like you were avoiding our table…?"

"You're observant," I remarked. "Didn't want your friend to harass me again."

"Yeah, I also came over to say sorry about Paul. He's a bit too forward sometimes."

"Don't worry, I'm used to it." I picked up the sugar pot and wiggled it. "Thanks for bringing this back."

Jake smiled, and we stood there in silence for a moment. His brown eyes bore into mine for longer than I expected, and I looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Right, I completely forgot to introduce myself, I'm Jake-" He stretched his hand towards me. "Jacob Black. My father owns the furniture shop in town."

"Isabella Swan," I giggled, taking his outstretched hand. "You must know my dad then. Charlie?"

"Probably not, I only just moved into town. I used to live with my Mom."

"Oh, cool, what happened to your Mom, if you don't mind my asking?"

"It's nothing like that, she just got remarried." Jacob looked at the floor. "Moved to Canada."

"Didn't fancy it?"

"Not really; wasn't up for moving sticks, I'd just got my job here."

"Construction, yeah?"

"At Forks High School."

"Nice – I used to go there, definitely could have used a revamp back then."

"Well, luckily we're here now!" We both smiled at each other. "That must mean you know Forks pretty well?"

I crooked an eyebrow at him. "Hmm, it depends why you're asking..."

"I was looking for a tour guide if you were up for it? Need someone to show me the ins and outs, stuff like that."

"Paul's not good enough for that?" Looking behind him, I expected to see his friend leering at us, but I was pleasantly surprised to find an empty table.

"He's not the greatest company."

"That's fair. I'm working the next coupla' nights, but maybe Thursday? I get off at 6."

"Sounds great." Flashing another smile, I realized how perfect his teeth were.

"Perfect – I'll show you the literal two bars in town."

Jacob took a napkin from the stack next to the counter, and pulled a pen from his back pocket, roughly scribbling down a series of numbers before handing it to me. "My number. Call if you need to cancel."

"I'll try not to," I flushed. "See you Thursday."

"Looking forward to it."

My heartbeat did not slow to a regular pace until Jake had safely clambered into his truck, and I watched Paul drive them out of the parking lot. I hadn't been the subject of a man's affection for what seemed like a lifetime. Had it always made me this giddy?

"Hey, Bells," Charlie's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"What's up, Dad?"

"Would you mind making me up a large pot of tea? I'm just going to say hello to Carlisle over there!"

Nodding eagerly, I set about grabbing our best porcelain pot from the shelf, settling the open-top under the tap of hot water, and switched it on. Charlie always spoke highly of Carlisle, a doctor who worked at the local hospital, and I was always in awe of his wife, Esme, when she accompanied him for a coffee and a croissant. They looked perfect, like models, with porcelain-smooth skin, and matching caramel-colored hair. I felt scrawny and inferior in comparison.

He occupied the corner table, where the elderly gentleman had sat this morning, but his wife was nowhere in sight. Instead, he was joined by a statuesque blonde with legs for days, a Herculean man who looked like he could break my head between one bicep, and a willowy boy with unruly, russet hair. Despite his form being covered by a long-sleeved black roll-beck, I could see his hands were extremely pale. In fact, they all were.

They all looked as though they had never felt a drop of Vitamin D in their lives.

Dad tottered over to their table, shaking Carlisle's hand with a grin. He had it draped on the shoulder of the tall, pale boy when I arrived with the tea.

"Ah, Isabella, perfect timing! This is Rosalie and Emmett, Carlisle's niece and her boyfriend," Charlie said, gesturing at the blonde and her burly man; I nodded politely and they returned the favor. "And this is Edward, Carlisle's son."

Once again, I nodded in the direction of Edward but he only grunted in response, grabbing for the pot of tea, and pouring himself a cup. Compared to Jacob, he had the manners of a toilet brush.

"He's a little shy," Emmett reassured, nudging Edward in the ribs.

"No worries," I blathered. "Enjoy!"

I hurried back to the counter almost as quickly as before, except I was sure no one was trying to stare at my butt this time. I knew Edward did not owe me anything – it had been a pretty awkward introduction from Charlie anyway – but a smile wouldn't have hurt anyone. I glanced back over towards Carlisle's table and caught Edward staring at me, eyebrows furrowed together. Just as Jacob had done earlier, I pulled my lips into a tight smile. He cocked his head to one side, briefly, as though mentally sizing me up. Finally, he smirked back, turning then to engage in passionate conversation with his family of perfect specimens.

I had a feeling, deep within me, that this wasn’t going to be the last time I saw this brown-haired boy.

#htda #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight fic #twilight renaissance #twilight au #bellaxedward #fantasymystery #new fic #historical #bella swan #edward cullen #chapter one #updates on mondays chicks x

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