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timelordthirteen · 4 years

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Killing Time 23/35

Detective Weaver/Belle French, Explicit

Summary: A Woven Beauty Law & Order-ish AU. Written for Writer’s Month 2019.

Chapter Summary: Belle and Weaver get a big break in the case, but find it tempered by the mountain of missing pieces.

Notes: For my August Writer's Month prompt: We’re all a little stronger than we think we are. I've barely read this over before posting, sorry for all the typos.

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We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.

Dr. Hopper’s parting words replayed in Belle’s mind as she walked the three blocks back to her office.

The last few days had been lighter than any since her work on the Branson case had begun. A weight had been lifted by her confession to both Archie and Ian, and the therapy session which she was just leaving had only added to it. Today, their topics focused on ways she could relax and control any future panic attacks, which she assumed she would probably need no matter how much she wanted to tell herself otherwise.

The weekend had been quiet and comfortable. She and Weaver had worked some on Saturday, but admittedly they were distracted by movies on TV and each other. Sunday, they’d gone for a walk in a nearby park, and by the time they got back to the apartment, she was ready to tear his jeans off. Smiling, she pulled a lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She was quite certain that the only other time she’d had more sex in a forty-eight hour period was when they’d been on their honeymoon.

He hadn’t said anything about the miscarriage after Friday night, and she hadn’t either. She wasn’t sure what he was feeling or thinking about it, or if he was at all. Several times she’d almost brought it up, but always hesitated when the moment came, afraid to shatter the cocoon of safety and happiness they’d created for one weekend. She was determined to talk it over with Dr. Hopper next week, before she dared to breach the subject with Weaver. Archie would know the best way to go about it, and he would help her get her mind straight beforehand, as he had many times when she was practicing her closing argument for an important case.

Monday had brought no news from Nevada, but this morning she’d gotten a call from Clark County letting her know to expect something by no later than Wednesday. It put an extra spring in her step as she pushed the revolving door to the city building that housed the District Attorney’s office. Her cell phone chirped in her coat pocket, and she pressed the elevator button before pulling it out. An notification lit up on the screen, an email to her official account, but the lift was already moving and her signal went out as it began the slow climb to the sixth floor.

Belle shoved her phone back in her pocket and stepped off the elevator, wanting to wait until she was with Weaver before she read the email, just in case it was good news. Her lips parted as she rounded the corner and saw his outline through the frosted glass of her office. He was seated at the conference table, leaning back, as far as she could tell, and a naughty idea on how they might celebrate this possible good news flashed across her mind.

Weaver turned as she opened the office door, and smiled. “Go well?”

She nodded and walked over to her desk. “Pretty good.”

“Good.”

Then she held up her phone and grinned. “I have an email.”

“Just one? I’ll alert the media,” he deadpanned, pushing back from the conference table.

Belle rolled her eyes and dropped her purse in her bottom drawer before kicking off her walking flats and wiggling her feet back into her work heels. “From the Clark County Clerk.”

Weaver stood, his mouth curving crookedly. “Say that five times fast.”

“You’re the worst.”

He laughed as she pulled out her chair. “And yet you love me.”

She huffed and pushed up on her toes to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Allegedly.”

He made a soft ‘oh’ sound and slipped an arm around her, pulling her flush against him. “I have a fair bit of evidence from this weekend that says otherwise.”

Belle bit her lip and smiled as he dipped his head and kissed her neck. “None of which is admissible in court.”

Weaver’s nose nudged at her ear as he chuckled and whispered, “You’re the only judge I care about convincing anyway.”

Giggling, she shoved his chest until he stepped back, and then shook her head. “You’re incorrigible. Now, can I check my email?”

He gave her a sly look, but motioned towards her computer. Her stomach flipped as she sat down and opened the lid of her laptop, hoping that what they would find wouldn’t kill the delightful buzzing anticipation between them. It seemed to take twice as long for her email to open and the new message to appear, and she started tapping her foot impatiently while Weaver’s hand squeezed the back of her chair. She clicked on the message, opening it in a full window so they could both read it.

They exchanged a look, and Belle scooted forward, saving the attached documents to the folder for the case. There were three in all, a scanned image of Molly Macreedy’s foster care agreement, and two exported PDFs from the Nevada DMV database containing the records for her foster parents. The image had been pasted into the email and stated her foster parents’ surname as Tremaine. Belle opened the DMV records for each parent, putting them side by side on the screen before she sat back in her chair.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Weaver said, breathless.

“No wonder we couldn’t find anything on Eloise Gardener,” Belle said. “She never existed.”

“Eloise Tremaine,” Weaver began, sticking the DMV photo up on the whiteboard next to a picture from Eloise Gardener’s autopsy. “Former foster parent to our first victim, Molly Macreedy, aka Baby Jane number 3-2-5. She was left at a fire station in North Las Vegas, estimated to be about three weeks old at the time.”

Detective Rogers shook his head and put up the DMV photo of Robert Tremaine on the other side of the board before turning to face Captain Graham Humbert, Belle, and DA Midas. “Robert Tremaine, real estate developer from Henderson, married Eloise Smith in 1993. They had no kids of their own, but had at least fifteen foster children, that we know of.”

“We’re still waiting on all the records from Nevada,” Belle added.

“Robert died in March of 2013,” Weaver continued, leaning against the wall of bookshelves in Belle’s office. “No particulars on that just yet, but shortly after that any paper trail on his wife goes cold.”

“What about his estate?” Graham asked, frowning.

Weaver shrugged. “Real estate records show the sale of the house was handled by an attorney. That’s all we have on that so far.”

Midas leaned forward on the table. “Tremaine’s business, anything about that? Real estate development in Vegas was pretty lucrative at that time.”

“And fairly shady.” Rogers’ eyebrows lifted. “We’re looking into possible organized crime connections with that, but that’s a whole can of worms unrelated to our serial murders.”

Graham flipped through the small packet of papers Belle had compiled thus far. “What was Eloise doing in Seattle?”

“We don’t know,” Weaver answered. “If there is a link to the mob with her husband’s business, it would stand to reason that she’d want to get away from Vegas, but Seattle doesn’t seem far enough to run from that kind of thing.”

“But,” Belle interjected. “It doesn’t explain how Jack and Nick Branson knew about the history between Molly and Eloise, or why they were killed.”

“So...you have adoption records and foster parents for one victim, from another state, and not much else.” Graham looked around at the group and dropped the papers back on the table.

“Hey, we -”

“Now wait -”

Weaver and Rogers start defending themselves at the exact same moment, but stopped when Midas stood up.

“Captain Humbert is right,” Midas said. “It’s interesting background, and it’s a possible lead to - something - but it’s not helping us build a case against the Bransons, and this office -.”

“Nick Branson worked construction in Las Vegas,” Belle interrupted. “Maybe that’s the connection. Maybe it’s through Robert Tremaine’s business that he - I don’t know - came into some contact with Eloise.”

Midas frowned and looked at Graham a moment before fixing Belle with a hard stare. “Follow it up, but don’t waste time on goose chases and rabbit holes. The murders were here in Seattle, not in Las Vegas. We’re not even sure Eloise was murdered by the Bransons -”

Belle attempted to interrupt him again, but his glare quieted her immediately. “You’ve shown me no definitive proof that she was. Meanwhile, we have five victims that we do know they killed, and a trial for them starting in two months. I’d like to avoid that kind of public spectacle if at all possible and get these two psychopaths to take a deal on those five murders.”

The tension in the room made Belle uncomfortable and her eyes darted to meet Weavers’ before shifting back to her boss.

“Am I clear, ADA French?”

She swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Thank you, detectives,” Midas said, nodding to Rogers and Weaver. “Captain Graham.”

Midas strode out of the office, and everyone left in the room collectively sagged in defeat. The air of excitement that Belle and Weaver had maintained for the last thirty-six hours at the news of Eloise Gardener’s real identity fizzled to nothing as Belle laid her head down on the conference table.

Weaver shot a look at Graham. “What the hell crawled up his arse?”

Graham sighed and ran a hand over his face. “The mayor,” he said, counting on his fingers as he spoke, “the city council, Alderman Samedi, Victoria Belfrey…”

“Belfrey?” Belle said, lifting her head. “What the hell does she care?”

“Apparently she had a deal with Samedi to build cost controlled housing on that vacant lot,” Graham explained. “The whole thing is in limbo now because the lot is a crime scene and hasn’t been released, and we can’t do that until we move forward on Eloise Gardener’s, or Tremaine’s, or - whoever the hell she is’s - murder.”

“So no pressure then,” Rogers muttered flatly, snapping the cap on one of the dry erase markers.

Belle pushed back from the conference table and stood up. “Okay,” she said, holding up both of her hands, palms outward. “We need a new plan. Rogers, figure out where the hell Eloise was living in Seattle. Hopefully having her actual last name will yield more results, but there could be something under her husband’s name, or his company. Ian and I will focus on the other victims, and see if any more of them are also adopted, or were in foster care.”

Then she turned to Graham and gave him a sickly sweet smile, that hand him rolling his head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Captain Humbert, if you could please reach out to your federal law enforcement contacts, and see if there’s even a whiff of organized crime around Robert Tremaine, that would be most especially helpful.”

Graham let out a snorting laugh, and gave Belle a salute with two fingers before he gathered up his things. “Yes, ma’am.”

Plans made, and men dispersed, Belle was left alone in her office. She sat down on the sofa, head in her hands, and took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly between her lips. Archie’s voice was once again in her head, and for a long moment she let herself focus on it, trying to block out the irritated voice of her boss and the nagging on in her head that set her anxiety up to an eleven.

Feeling calmer, Belle looked up, her eyes staring straight ahead at the white board with pictures of Robert and Eloise Tremaine hanging side by side. She pushed to her feet and walked towards her, her vision narrowing to the image of Eloise, with that awkward expression so common with driver’s license photos.

“Why were you in Seattle, Eloise?” she asked no one. “What were you running from?”

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #woven beauty #woven beauty fic #my woven beauty fic #killing time #lindsay's august writer's month 2020 #fic

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angioponder · 5 years

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Maid Wars: Hott Butts, Cold Maids (2/9)

Fandom: VIXX & BTS (Multi-fandom with BTOB & B1A4 Ensemble)

Genre/Warnings: humor, crack, fluff Word count: 2492w

author’s note: also on AO3 | follow the story #maid wars au finally posting the collab with @thinking_toes (twt) and i! so this has been two years in the making. we were just talking in the kitchen about this shit and it was so entertaining that we decided to take notes and… welp here we are. this was a JOURNEY. we hope you enjoy reading this multi-fandom kpop fic as much as we enjoyed building this world. happy reading~

Summary: Taehyung heard from his friend, Jimin, that they were hiring and he REALLY needed a job.

Walking down the small alleyway, folder clutched tightly in one hand, a waxy hand-drawn map from Jimin in the other, Taehyung made his way into the tiny shop with hopes of working soon. He hadn’t noticed it before, though he had walked through this area many times while visiting his favorite toy shop. It was sandwiched between the back of a laundromat and what looked to be an abandoned figurine store. Taehyung took a deep breath and choked slightly on the smell. Why was a coffee shop allowed to throw their trash out the front? He supposed it was part of the charm. The peeling paint, the claustrophobic tightness of the street, the sudden quietness from the bustling, well-populated streets. Like a river rock that looks boring and simple, but when you open it there are gems on the inside, colorful and shiny. He opened the door carefully and poked his head in. The inside did not reveal a hidden gem like you might find from a river rock. The walls were bare of any color, wallpaper having torn in some places. It felt slightly cold, with the somber buzzing of some overhead fans. It was different from what Jimin had described, but Taehyung thought the somber chic theme could work. He found it especially odd that customers walked right into the kitchen. He scanned the room quickly until his eyes landed on a tall, silver-haired man who was standing there with a stoic and serious expression on his side-profile.

“So hot,” Taehyung whispered to himself. The man turned sharply to look at him, his stony face melting away into utter confusion before returning to his previous appearance.

“Get in here,” hot guy said, voice rich like hot chocolate. “And use the front door next time, will you?”

“Front door? Wait, what? Me?” Blubbering mess he was, he did as he was told and did nothing else, frozen from intimidation. Hot guy raised his eyebrow at him.

“Well? What are you standing around for? You want something to eat or what?”

Taehyung, unable to speak, ungracefully shoved the sweaty folder towards the gorgeous man. He took the stained folder gingerly and didn’t make any indications that he was going to open it.

“Uh.” Hot guy’s shoulders turned rigid, eyebrows furrowing even deeper and ears growing redder by the second. Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut in fear and figured he needed to blurt out something, anything because he thought the man in front of him was going to explode in anger.

“I-um-wantoworkhere-ifthat’sok?”

There was no reply. Taehyung hesitantly opened one of his eyes to peek and see if he made things worse but on the contrary. He was met with widened eyes that looked, despite hard furrowed eyebrows, soft? And all the redness Taehyung saw from earlier was looking to be very concentrated on smooth cheeks. Was hot-serious guy…blushing?

“Oh! Oh, thank goodness you’re not a customer. Oh, that was close.” He gave a relieved sigh and cupped his own face with one of his hands. “Yeah, yeah sure. I’ll ask the boss. Why don’t you take a seat?” He motioned towards the front of the house, with tables for customers, and walked away with Taehyung’s hopes for the new PS4 pinched between his fingers.

Puzzled by the sudden change in behavior, Taehyung rapidly shook his head back and forth. He couldn’t ponder the subject for very long anyway since he was arrested by a great view of the ass attached to the man disappearing into another room.

“Working here would be my best idea yet,” Taehyung whispered to himself.

He almost immediately took it back when said boss came out of the kitchen with the most sour looking face he’d ever seen anyone wear. Except for his mom’s kitten when it was bath time. He was tall, brooding and extremely intimidating so when he first spoke, Taehyung was very surprised by the feathery sweetness in his voice when he said:

“I’m the owner, Taekwoon. When can you start?”

“U-um…Now?”

“Good. This is Ravi, our manager. He will train you. Taehyung, right?”

“Yessir”

“Go change. Ravi will take care of you.”

He looked over and saw hot-mentor-guy Ravi smiling gently at him. Yup, best decision ever. If all the guys looked like that here, summer would definitely be worth it. As Taehyung followed his new hot-ass mentor to the lockers, he vaguely wondered where Jimin was.

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Yoongi comes in a little late for his shift, with sleepy eyes and the signs of a pillow on his soft mint green hair. He stops short when he sees a new guy. He is dressed in the uniform, with crisp black slacks, a tucked white ruffle shirt and a black tie, but Yoongi is sure he has never seen someone this smiley in this shop before. Maybe only that time Wonshik smacked the cup of tea in front of his first actual customer so hard he actually spilled half of the drink and apologized profusely to the customer. She was quite gracious about it, and he gave her a charming smile, which immediately made her leave and never come back. She’d been a regular customer too. But then again, charm is not what their customers are looking for. In many ways, his job suited him perfectly, when he had no charms to speak of and he could get paid to be bitchy in customer service.

The Golden Boys are nowhere to be seen, so he assumes carpooling to work now means they stop for food at every single convenience store on the way there, nevermind that they work at a place that makes food. Yoongi does, however, go to the lockers to change into his work uniform and finds that the new guy is following him. Yoongi makes his taciturn introduction with a frown and a small nod before turning back to get ready.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung! You work here too?” Yoongi just stares, still too sleepy to attempt human interaction, but it doesn’t seem to matter, because Taehyung chatters happily away. “Anyway, I’m so excited, I only started working today. I’m so scared of messing up…the boss looks so scary.” Yoongi snorts and Taehyung finally stops to look at him. “What did you say your name was?”

“Yoongi. My maid name is Suga, though, so don’t call me by my real name while I’m on the clock.”

“OOOOH, do I get a maid name too? Ravi never told me about that.”

“Ravi is Wonshik’s maid name. We all have one, except for the boss. Jungkook, Kookie. Sanghyuk, Hyuk. They’re the Golden Boys. Don’t go near them.” It was great advice, except Taehyung was deep in thought, trying to come up with his maid name.

“I guess I can just be V, like the guy from that graphic novel…do you know it, Yoongi?”

“That’s lame.”

“You’re right. I should give it a cuter meaning. Oh! Maybe V because of how adorable I look when I do this.” Taehyung holds up his hands doing peace signs and puffs his cheeks like a squirrel.

Yoongi doesn’t react to him but manages a slow, sleepy blink.

“Let's go, V. We can snag something from the kitchen before we open if we sneak now that Taek is busy.”

“Kay!”

As the new kid skips happily away, Yoongi wonders how this guy even got hired. Just. How.

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“I don’t understand, Yoongi,” Taehyung pouted at him, fiddling with the ruffled ends of his dress shirt. “The customers didn’t seem to like my wiggly butt dances.”

Wonshik stopped typing up orders on the digital monitor to guardedly raise his hand in the air. “I kinda liked them.” At the same time, he wonders if he forgot to mention something to the kid…ah, it will come back.

“Ditto. And keep doing that nose thing,” Sanghyuk smirked at Jungkook. “I could sense Hongbin’s puny little hands scrunching in sync when you do. An impressive skill, that,” he chortled.

Taehyung leaned over to Yoongi and asked who Hongbin was. He answered by shaking his head, to which Taehyung mouthed he’s dead?! but it went unseen by the rest, so he left it at that, not wanting to disturb the peace of the deceased.

“We could use it for The Operation. Shit’s gold,” Jungkook said wagging his eyes in Sanghyuk’s direction as he passed carrying five trays of dishes effortlessly out of the kitchen.

“What nose thing?” Taehyung’s face wrinkled in confusion.

“That. Stop that.”

“Nonsense, Yoongi! It’s an asset we need!” Sanghyuk followed quickly after Jungkook with his own multiple trays of beverages.

Everyone was too loud. The sheer increase in volume in the kitchen from all the yelling back and forth was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Before he could lose it, he went back to stuffing some warm bread into a basket for his table but then remembered being annoyed was actually a good state to be in as a server here.

“But, but Jimin told me the customers would love it. I even tried shooting hearts out of my armpits for comedic effect. See?” Yoongi looked at him, unimpressed, as Taehyung recreated his cute shenanigans.

“What a winner, this one,” he mumbled sarcastically under his breath pointing his thumb in Taehyung’s direction. “Did you train the new guy at all, Wonshik?”

“I am your manag —,”

“And who’s Jimin?” Yoongi interrupted Wonshik’s burst of fragile confidence and glanced pointedly at Taehyung.

“Your baker?” Taehyung pulled out his phone to show Yoongi his screensaver. He glanced over casually to humor the new kid and did a double-take. “You know, pale skin, rose gold hair, he’s about yea high, got thighs that’ll crush the sides of your hea—”

At that, Yoongi slapped his hand first over Taehyung’s screen, then over Taehyung’s face, pursing his lips with wide eyes, before briskly walking off looking faintly alarmed. As he disappeared towards the front of house, Wonshik came over and looked to satiate his curiosity only to come across Taehyung’s semi-naked BFF on the screen, which only generated more confusion since it had always been Taekwoon handling the food for the most part.

“This Jimin guy definitely doesn’t work here,” Wonshik says nonchalantly, clearly unaffected. “If he’s at a maid cafe too, then he’s probably at Hakyeon’s Little Kawaii Service Cafe across the street.”

Taehyung’s eyes bulged out dramatically at the realization that he just might have applied for work at the wrong place. It made sense. The dull decor. The outfits. The blank faces. Jimin was going think he bailed out on their Summer Adventure Together. Oh, Jimin. No wonder he hadn’t seen him at all. He would have to tell him about it later over the phone and beg to be forgiven. Taehyung stared at Wonshik and thought of all the hot men that he currently worked with. Surely there was no harm in staying. He’d still get paid no matter where he was. Jimin would forgive him, especially if he could see what his co-workers looked like. With his phone still out, he snapped a quick picture of Wonshik. Wonshik opened his mouth to protest, but Taehyung blurted out it’s my life insurance, and quickly scurried away to the opposite, safe, end of the kitchen to send the picture to Jimin, along with his apology essay.

Amidst Taehyung’s confusing statement, Wonshik eyed him suspiciously with the intention to pursue and question him when someone entered the kitchen.

“Hey, Wonshik.” The greeting came from a deep-voiced beauty walking towards them. The subtle drift from the window blew his dark locks away from his perfectly structured face. His skin shone lightly, like a woman on those skin care commercials, and Taehyung could swear his warm gaze was melting the butter off the croissants he was supposed to be serving right now. He moved in slow motion, and Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, time slowing down so he could take in every detail of this hunkofaman.

Wonshik was taken by surprise by the sudden entrance, so all he could manage was a raspy, "hey, Hongbin," before the gorgeous supermodel turned to him with a tilted head.

Taehyung looked back and forth between Wonshik and Hongbin, noting that his manager too looked absolutely dazed.

“Oh,” Taehyung said in awe. “You’re Hongbin. I get it now. You died and came back to save me. Like Gandalf.”

Before Hongbin could respond, there was another quick sound of a phone camera shutter.

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“Taetae! I thought you were planning to come hand in your application today! I told you I’ve already put in a good word for you, so don’t fret so much about the interview. Our Summer Adventure Together awaits! The PS4 is going to be farther out of reach the more you wait, you know?”

“Jimin, listen, don’t be mad…but I got hired at the cafe right across the street from you instead.” There was a gasp. “J-Jimin? You there?” There was a beat of silence.

“You traitor! You left me!”

“No-no, it was an honest mistake!”

“Deserted and abandoned by my best friend!”

“Chim, please! I know we talked about working in the same place for summer, but I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear!”

“I’m playin’. Work is work. Broke college student life, yada-yada. It would have been nice to work together, but we can still get a PS4, right? How’d you manage to mess our locations up, huh?”

“Well…the map you drew for me was kinda unclear.”

“I worked hard on that map! Took me three days to make that for you!”

“It was smudged with unicorn glitter frosting.”

“I suppose you could say I worked hard on that map quite literally…But I used a good quality baking sheet!”

“Okay, I’m glad you’re not super mad, because I actually have something to show you. I sent you some pics. You see them yet?”

“Tae, all I saw was a five-minute scroll of what looked like a dissertation on our friendship. I didn’t get to the pics. You don’t have another weird mole, right? Don’t send it to my mom this time, please. There’s no need to scar her further.”

“No, Jimin! Wait…she didn’t like my elephant mole? Aw, but…No! Focus! It’s my coworkers. Chim, they are so hot. Like, all of them. But I guess I didn’t need to send the pictures if you forgave me so easily.”

“Who said you were forgive—WOW. Yeah, okay. They’re hot. You’re on paparazzi duty now, Tae.”

“Yes. Hot. But on the floor, they’re all kinda…serious. It’s weird. This place is nothing like how you described your coffee shop. No one reacts to my cuteness like you said, and the decor is drab. They need some serious reality TV show to help remodel.”

“Hmm. Remember Seokjin and Jaehwan? I bet I could get them over there before their shift and help out. They are unhealthily obsessed with those redecorating shows; they’d probably love to get their hands on a project.”

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THE FATE OF TAEKWOON’S CAFE RESTS IN SEOKJIN AND JAEHWAN’S HANDS. WILL ALL BE SAVED? IS THERE EVEN SOMETHING to SAVE? WHAT DID WONSHIK’S TRAINING EVEN CONSIST OF? WILL JIMIN’S NAKED TORSO BECOME A PERMANENT FIXTURE IN THE MIND OF A MIN YOONGI? WILL TAEHYUNG BE ABLE TO CONCENTR—DAT ASS THO! (Tae, pls let the authors finish their rhetoric narrative, thank you)

… TUNE IN AGAIN NEXT WEDNESDAY ON ANOTHER EPISODE OF… MAID WARS!

#bts #bts fanfic #vixx #vixx fanfic #maid wars au #rm #jin #suga #jhope #jimin #v #jungkook #n #leo #ken #ravi #hongbin #hyuk #crack #fluff #maid cafe #tsundere #kawaii #f

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tngrayson · 6 years

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Stalker

A/N: In response to an anonymous ask: “Hi! I saw your post about requests for the punisher! I was wondering if you could do a Billy Russo imagine where him and reader are high school sweethearts and someone is stalking her and she goes to Billy maybe when hes working at Anvil and is so scared and he gets mad bc doesnt want her to ever be in danger.”

Here you are, anon. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: none

Billy sat at the large desk in his office, clicking through new-hire prospects on his computer when his desk phone beeped. Absently, he reached over and pressed the answer button, turning on the video feed so he could see his secretary a few floors down at her desk. “What is it?”

“Mr. Russo? You have someone here to see you.”

“Tell them I’m busy.” He hung up, tapping his pen against a folder as he thought about his options for a new trainer at Anvil.

A few seconds later, the phone beeped again. “Pamela, do I need to have someone else come down there and do your job for you?”

“No, sir, it’s just,” she held the phone closer whispering as she looked over at you nervously. “She’s demanding to see you.” She pressed a button on the network phone, flipping the camera view so he could see what was in front of her. You were pacing between the front door and the main desk, looking around frantically, and making suspicious glances out the big glass doors. “Should I get security down here?”

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He smirked.

“Sir?”

“No. No, I’ll be down there in a second.”

You sat with your legs crossed on the couch in Billy’s office. He was pacing, looking through the folder you had given him. Inside, there were photos of you going about your daily routines; checking the mailbox, looking out the window, driving to work, walking to lunch. The pictures had been mailed to you. At first, they were once a week, but the frequency had upped to once a day now. Aside from the pictures, the person stalking you hadn’t tried to make contact.

“How long has this been going on?”

“About a month. At first, I thought it was nothing, but the pictures kept coming. And then the notes. I found that last one on my bed when I got home this morning. I came straight here.”

Billy flipped the photo over to reveal a love letter to you on the back. Most of the more recently delivered photos had either love notes or elaborate threats written on the backs.

“Jesus, Y/N. And you don’t have any idea who this could be?”

You answered instantly, shaking your head ‘no’. “I have no idea. I haven’t pissed anyone off. I don’t have any enemies. No one comes to mind.” You sat forward, swiping your hair out of your face, trying to fight the tears that threatened to come.

“Great.” Billy tossed the folder on his desk and shoved his hands into his pants pockets as he walked to the large window thinking. You were already nervous, so you flinched when the folder hit the desk. You hadn’t meant to upset him, but you didn’t know who else to come to.

“I’m sorry to dump this on you, Bill. I know it’s been a long time and we’re not in high school anymore and we’re not... I just-“ you sniffled, overwhelmed. “I just didn’t know who else to come to and if we’re being completely honest here, I’m terrified.”

Billy remembered your days in high school together. You two had dated for nearly three years back then and he had been head over heels for you. He’d told himself that he would always be there for you, but your relationship came to a screeching halt when he enlisted. He hadn’t mentioned it to you until he was about to ship off for basic training. Even now, he never really knew why he didn’t tell you. Needless to say, you ended the relationship and you two had barely spoken in the years since. That was mostly because you didn’t have a way to contact him, and he hadn’t tried to contact you after he got out of the military. He couldn’t help but feel like this was partly his fault for not being there to protect you.

He turned to you. “I’ll take care of this.”

“What are you going to do?”

Billy sighed, thinking. “Is this everything you have from him?”

“Yeah.”

He called one of his security crew into the office, giving them the folder to look for prints and run them for a match. He kneeled in front of you, placing a gentle hand on your cheek, tilting your head so he could meet your eyes. “Look at me. We’ll figure this out, alright?”

You nodded.

“In the meantime, I want you to stay in my apartment. You’ll be safe there.”

“Billy…I don’t want to be a burden.”

“I’m gonna have to insist, Y/N. I want you safe until we get this taken care of.”

A few nights later, you had been sleeping in Billy’s bed when a sudden noise and a hushed exclamation of “shit!” came from the kitchen. You jerked awake, glancing over at the clock on the night table. It was nearly four in the morning. In the week that you had been there, Billy would often come home after you had gone to sleep, but never this late. You yawned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you tiptoed out of the room into the main part of the apartment. “Billy?”

You thought you heard him groan. You were sure you heard him breathing heavily in the dim light.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He turned his side to you, standing awkwardly and trying to hide something. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.” As he took a step toward the bathroom he nearly doubled over, groaning and grabbing the back of the couch to stand.

You rushed over to help him. You grabbed his side and his hand shot up to grab your wrist. When you pulled it away, there was blood on it.

“What the hell happened?!” You lifted his shirt, revealing a deep cut just above his waist.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” He tried to push his shirt back down. You pulled him into the bathroom.

“This doesn’t look like nothing…” reaching under the cabinet looking for first aid supplies. “Start talking,” you demanded, setting a first aid bag on the counter. You helped him remove his top and began to clean the wound.

Billy smiled at you, admiring your stubbornness. “We were on a private security job and there was an issue.” He sighed. “Long story short, I underestimated the guy.”

You placed your hand on his stomach gently, concentrating on the few stitches that he needed. Without looking up, you asked, “Who was he?”

Billy hesitated for a moment, looking down at you. “He was your stalker.” He spoke carefully, watching for your reaction.

You stopped, biting your lip as your heart began to race. “Are you sure? How do you know?” You finished the last stitch with a shaky hand.

Billy grabbed your hand, pulling you up to eye level. “We matched his prints to the ones on the photos you brought in. He’s dead, Y/N.”

Your brow furrowed. None of this made sense. How had the guy learned where Billy was working tonight? Even still, how was he able to get that close? You knew the guy was a creep, and even though he had gotten into your apartment, you never penned him to be skilled enough to plan something like this.

“That doesn’t make any sense, Billy. How did he even get this close to you?”

“Didn’t fall for it, huh.” He let out a bitter laugh, looking away. “Damnit.”

“Hey,” You brought a hand up to cup his face. “What really happened tonight?”

Billy grabbed both of your hands in his, bringing them down flat against his bare chest. He sighed again, knowing that you wouldn’t like the truth. After so many years, he had you back in his arms and he didn’t want to lose you again. He tried to imagine how would you react if he told you that he tracked down your stalker. That he found his apartment and waited in the dark for him to come home.

“I really did underestimate the guy, and he really is dead. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” He searched your eyes as you tried to put it all together. “Let’s just leave it at that. Okay?”

You looked up at him, his face was soft and pleading you not to ask any more questions. You knew Billy had done some gruesome things in the past, and you didn’t want to imagine him doing any of those things again, especially not for you. It was probably for the best if you counted your blessings and dropped the subject for good. You rested your head on his chest and you wrapped your arms around each other.

“Okay,” you whispered.

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SURPRISE!!! :)

A/N: I had a great dream, woke up in the middle of the night, and had this fabulous idea to write a short drabble just for YOU, Melissa! Not much of a plot, just mainly smut, and maybe a tiny little bit of nutritional value. Thought it’d be a nice little break from my novel length Skipper fic, End of Time, that I have been working on for the past 14 months. I don’t even know if I will post it on A03 or ff.net. Just a little exercise. Practice, I suppose. I had some time off…and I’m single…sooo, here ya go chicky! ;)

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything X-Files related, blah blah blah. Now let’s get to the good stuff, shall we?

Spoilers: Nothing past beginning of season 5.

Warning: This is NOT MSR.

Rating: Mature

Fandom: X-Files

Relationship: Alex Krycek/Dana Scully

Categories: Smut, UST, Angst, AU

By: Jessica Kurr

Summary: Dana Scully is done being the reasonable one, and Alex Krycek is looking for redemption. What would happen if their paths were to cross, and they chose to sample each other’s lives for one night? Would it change anything, or just cause more regret?

LIAISON

Great. Just. Fucking. Great. Mulder was once again asking Scully to finish all his paperwork for him, after he had just dragged her on an unwilling goose chase across three states for a whole week, because he was convinced that Bigfoot was on the run. Would the madness ever end? Scully was tired, and in desperate need of a bubble bath, with a glass of Merlot. Or two. Maybe even three. No, scratch that. Scully was ready to do something reckless. Something that she would never normally do. Like, kill her partner. Or set the office on fire. HIS office. It wasn’t even hers. Not really. Granted, she did appreciate some things that Mulder had to offer…most of the time. But lately, it was as if he was purposely trying to piss her off. And it was definitely putting her off this week. She didn’t need this right now. And to top it off, she hadn’t even been on a date, or out with friends, in probably four years now. Scratch that, also. Scully no longer had any friends. Just Mulder. This was getting…ridiculous. Enough was enough.

“I’m not doing this. Not tonight.” She whispered to herself, as she slammed the folder shut. She then shoved the folder across the table, and the papers went flying in every direction as it hit the floor. “Shit.” She heavily groaned and sighed, while running her hands over her face. It was time to go home now, she decided.

Scully looked at her watch, and almost choked at the time. 7:03PM. Yeah, no, this was not happening tonight. Where the hell was Mulder, anyway? He was supposed to call her two hours ago. This was the last straw. Scully was going home, because it was Friday night, and to hell with doing paperwork on the weekend. Not again. It would have to wait till Monday. Or maybe Mulder could just do his own paperwork his damn self.

Scully quickly gathered her things, and wasted no time leaving that dim drafty basement office. Once she got to her car and put the keys in the ignition, she had a fabulous idea. Something that “normal Scully” wouldn’t do. She was going to the bar. She didn’t care that she would have to leave her car there and take a taxi home. Now, normal Scully would have thought this to be an unreasonable decision. But Dana Scully was done being the reasonable one. At least for tonight, anyways.

XXX

Alex Krycek threw back his last shot, and then tossed some money down onto the counter. He knew his limit, and he still had a job to finish tonight. He couldn’t afford to get sloppy, just because he was having a really shitty week. Or more like a really shitty life. This wasn’t exactly what he signed up for. Working for that cigarette smoking bastard. Always doing his dirty work for him. But he had almost paid off all of his debt now, so he would be free within another 6 months. That’s if the creep actually kept his word.

Krycek paid for a taxi to take him to a certain point and figured he would be sober enough to take his own car back home when he was finished in a few hours. He reached Fox Mulder’s apartment in no time and sighed in relief when he noticed that he was not home. This would be a piece of cake. Mulder never put a password on his laptop, so the files would be easily attainable. Dumbass. Krycek smirked to himself, as he picked the lock and entered the darkness. He looked to his right and noticed the bright green glow of the fish tank. Hello, old friend. It’s been a while.

Krycek spent 20 minutes thoroughly searching the apartment, and came up emptyhanded, surprisingly. What the hell? Where was Mulder’s laptop? It couldn’t have just vanished. Krycek ran his hand over his face and heavily sighed, as he paced back and forth. And then it clicked. It was probably at Scully’s apartment. Mulder must have let her borrow it to do his paperwork for him again. Lazy ass. Damn. Well, hopefully she wasn’t home either, because he was not about to go home emptyhanded. Not again.

XXX

Scully paid the cab driver and stumbled her way into her apartment building. She wasn’t trashed per say, but she was definitely tipsy. Drunk enough to not care about pissing Mulder off. But sober enough to still be thinking about how pissed off she was at Mulder. Maybe she would top things off with a glass of wine and a bubble bath after all. She made it to her door, after nearly tripping on her neighbor’s newspaper, and struggled for a long moment with her keys.

“Dammit.” She hissed, as she threw her purse down on the ground and leaned up against the door.

This was exactly why she never drank like this. It usually just made her emotional and more upset. Why had she thought this was a good idea again? After another moment, the keys were finally in the lock, and the door was open. Scully quietly shut the door and locked it behind her. Now she just had to make her way to the lamp without falling on her face.

Scully stumbled in the dark, until she finally found the closest lamp. But the moment her hand reached up to turn on the light, she knew something was wrong. Even through the thick haze of liquor that clouded her brain, she realized that someone was standing behind her. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard a heavy sigh, and she quickly reached for her gun, whirling around to train to her gun on the tall figure standing in front of her.

“Don’t move!” She hissed, as she clicked off the safety. The tall figure took a step closer, and Scully realized that there was a gun in her face as well. She couldn’t tell who the intruder was, but she knew that it was definitely a man. “I said DON’T MOVE!” She barked, and the mystery man huskily snickered at her.

“Or what, Agent Scully?”

She knew that voice. Where had she heard that voice from before? It sounded a bit different, deeper, but she definitely recognized it, and she knew that she had met this person before. “Calm down, Scully” echoed in her brain, and she quickly reached back to turn on the lamp.

Scully’s eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed in fury. “KRYCEK, you—you rat bastard. What the hell are you doing in my fucking apartment?”

“Calm down, Scully.” He rolled his eyes, with his gun still trained on her.

Now this sounded familiar. Too familiar.

“Don’t tell me to---I swear Krycek, I will shoot you, and I won’t think twice about it.” She glared at him, and that seemed to only amuse him even more.

“I was just leaving, after I get the files.” He drawled, while looking down at Mulder’s laptop on the coffee table.

Scully furrowed her brows. “What files?” She slightly swayed, as the dizziness from the liquor began to kick in.

Krycek cocked his head to the side, intensely observing Scully for a moment. Something was different with her. She was struggling to focus on him, and her eyes were glazed over. Scully was drunk. She had been drinking, also. Oh, this was rich. But he didn’t have time to fully enjoy the hilarity of this situation right now. Right now, he needed those files.

“Just hand me the laptop, and I’ll be on my way.” Krycek stepped even closer, expecting Scully to step back away from him, but she stood her ground. Damn. So, they were going to have to do this the hard way then. Things were getting a little boring lately anyways.

“You’re not getting anything from that laptop. I suggest you turn around and leave, or I’m calling you in. I’m being rather generous right now, Krycek. Don’t push your luck, or I’ll have your ass locked up in prison where you belong.” Scully spat heatedly.

Krycek stared down at Scully, as the amusement quickly turned into annoyance. “Look, I don’t want to have to hurt you. I just want the damn files. That’s it.” He tried to explain, but Scully wasn’t having any of it, obviously. Jesus…women.

Scully pursed her lips and took a step closer. Deep down, she was actually afraid. If Krycek could kill her sister, that was meant to be her, she had no doubt that he’d attempt it again. But at the same time, she was tipsy, extremely pissed off at Mulder, and now Krycek, and GOD why did men suck so much?

“Turn around…and leave.” Scully took another step closer, but a much smaller one this time.

Krycek had to admit, he was somewhat impressed right now. Scully was not going to back down. Alright, well then…suit yourself. He took another step, until his gun lightly grazed Scully’s. She was within arm’s length from him now, and damn, those blue eyes were piercing into him with so much fury, that it almost unnerved him. Almost.

“Have you been drinking, Scully?” He gruffly asked, as he hovered over her with a whole extra foot of intimidation.

The height difference was ridiculous right now. And Scully was definitely not the slightly chubby and soft spoken young woman that he had met years ago. She was now toned, and rough around the edges. He already knew this from their last brief encounter, but he hadn’t really gotten a good look at her until now. What has Mulder done to you?

“That’s none of your damn business, Krycek.” She said, as her grip on her gun momentarily faltered.

“Why have you been drinking? You don’t drink like this usually.” He asked with slight curiosity, but also with the intention of creating a distraction.

“And how the hell would you know that?” She paused, and Krycek chuckled and then blinked at her through his thick long eyelashes. “Ah, yes, surveillance. I should have known.” She said through clenched teeth, shaking her head.

Krycek loosened his grip on his gun and shook his head also. “I haven’t done that shit in two years, and frankly never really cared for it. It was just a wild guess.” He shrugged.

Scully raised her head up but narrowed her eyes on him. “Right. Well, like I said, it’s none of your damn business.” Her eyes involuntarily dropped to look at his feet for a moment, and Krycek’s curiosity grew, for whatever reason.

“Mulder ditch you again?”

He didn’t even know why he was asking this right now, or why he should even be the slightest bit interested in their tedious lives. Then again, he really didn’t know as much about Scully as he did about Mulder. In fact, he only knew what he was told, which wasn’t much.

“NO.” Scully cleared her throat, looking away for a moment.

Hmmm. Interesting.

“Bad week?” There he went, prying again, for whatever reason. Eh, what the hell, it was Friday night. Not like he had any other plans set in stone.

Scully opened and closed her mouth a few times before answering. “I---just what the hell are you trying to pull, Krycek?” She was now confused. Maybe she should just give him the damn laptop. She could say that Krycek forced her hand, and Mulder would believe her. She was too tired for this crap right now.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just simply trying to make conversation.” He sneered down at her.

“Nice try. Get out.”

Krycek looked to his left, shook his head, and then stared back down at Scully. “I can’t do that.”

Scully swallowed, as her blue eyes searched his green ones. And she realized that they were just going in circles. Someone had to give in soon…or die. Maybe it was time to beat Krycek at his own game.

“Yes…Mulder ditched me again.” She softly replied, licking at her lips.

Krycek’s hard stare briefly softened, and Scully knew that she just might be able get him to let his guard down for a brief second, if she kept up the conversation…hopefully.

“I don’t know why you put up with his crap. I could hardly keep up with it when ‘I’ was his partner.” Krycek droned.

“You weren’t his partner. ‘I’ was his partner. You were just using him.” Oops. She was supposed to be pretending to play nice. Maybe this plan wasn’t going to work out.

“Maybe so. But you still deserve better.”

That comment unnerved Scully, and she was now back to feeling more confused than ever. She tried to block the flood of memories from invading her mind, but it wasn’t working. And now her emotions were getting the best of her again.

“Yes, I do. I deserve to have my sister back, alive and well. I deserve to know what happened to me during my abduction, and why. I DESERVE my fertility back, and for all the shitty things that have happened to me the past 5 years to have never occurred. Which is more than I can say for you.”

Calm down, Scully. Calm down, Scully. Calm. Down. Scully.

“I know you think I killed your sister, but I didn’t.”

“Yeah, right.”

“It’s true. I was there, but I didn’t pull the trigger.”

“It was supposed to be me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“Yes.”

“And Mulder’s father?”

“Yes, I did that.”

“Why?”

“Because he wasn’t the person that everyone thought he was.”

“How could I possibly believe a liar, and a—a MURDERER.”

“Believe what you want. But I guarantee that everything Mulder has told you about me was based off of personal assumption and lack of facts.”

“Bullshit.”

Krycek shifted his weight and heavily sighed. “Ask me anything you want, and I’ll be 100% honest with you.”

Scully sarcastically laughed and nodded. “Okay, fine. I’ll bite. Have you ever lied to us?”

Krycek smirked and nodded. “Yes.”

“See? You ‘are’ a LIAR.”

“Only when necessary.”

“OH, that’s rich.” Scully furiously shook her head at him.

“Did you have anything to do with my abductions?”

“I only provided an address. But I didn’t know exactly what they were going to do with you. Believe me, I was kept in the dark with most of everything. I don’t know much more than you.”

“Did you plan to kill me that night?”

“Yes.” Pause. “No.”

“No?”

“I figured that it was just a test, and that the orders would be terminated at the last minute. I didn’t even expect Luis to pull the trigger. He was a dumbass.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Like I said, Scully…believe what you want.” Krycek sighed with exaggerated boredom. “You’ve apparently already formed a personal opinion about me anyway. So, I don’t think that anything I say is going to change your mind.”

“I’m only going off of all of the shitty things that you have done, Krycek.”

“Here’s an idea…why don’t you ask me ‘why’ I’ve done all of those shitty things.” Krycek replied with slight annoyance, waving his gun around.

“Not like you’d tell me the truth.”

“I’ve been honest so far, haven’t I?”

Scully looked Krycek up and down and heavily sighed. “FINE. What could you possibly say that could justify your actions?”

“Debt.”

“Excuse me?”

“It doesn’t justify anything, but I really had no choice.”

“Everybody has a choice.”

“Ha, that’s a good one.” Pause. “No, I was put into this lifestyle at a young age.”

“Why?”

“Because my father owed someone a lot of money. And when he died, I was next of kin, so I was held responsible.”

“Why didn’t you just go to the police?” Scully wasn’t actually believing any of this, was she? Surely not.

“Because they threatened to kill my sister.”

Krycek had a sister?

“Well, why---why didn’t you tell us this from the very beginning? Why are you telling me this now?” She eyed him suspiciously.

Krycek sighed and looked away for a moment. “Because my debt is almost paid off now. It was too risky to say anything then.”

He was lying. There was no way any of this was true. This was just another Krycek trick. It had to be.

Scully realized that she had significantly lowered her gun and began to lift it back up to Krycek’s chest. “Nice story, Krycek. You should tell it at parties.”

Scully was suddenly caught off guard when Krycek’s foot came out and slid under her feet, and down she went. But what shocked her the most, was the fact that she didn’t hit the ground with a loud painful thud. Instead, she fell backwards, and was caught by the waist with Krycek’s right hand. She was able to react rather quickly, and brought her knee up into his groin, and next thing she knew, they were both slowly going down. Krycek landed on top of her, and wasted no time pinning her down with his thighs and hand. Scully looked to her left and saw that both of their guns were now on the ground a few feet away. She then looked to her right and noticed that Krycek wasn’t using his left hand. That’s right. Mulder had told her about Tunguska. About how he almost lost an arm but got lucky. It looked like Krycek hadn’t been so fortunate. Served him right.

“This little game is over, Agent Scully.” He hissed at her through clenched teeth.

Scully turned her head to look back up at Krycek, and tried to move her arms and legs, but he was pinning her down too tightly. His face was too close to hers now, and she couldn’t help but notice some features that she hadn’t noticed before. The few times that she had run into Krycek, it was dark, and she had always kept her distance. She had never actually been this close to Krycek before, alone. And she had to admit, he was an attractive man…for a rat. But a rat was still a rat.

“Get off of me!” She spat, while thrashing about as much as she could.

Krycek clenched his jaw and pulled Scully’s pinned hands up over her head. “Not a chance. Now, you’re going to let me walk out of this apartment, with the laptop. Understand?” He snarled down at her.

“Fuck you, Krycek!” She growled, before spitting in his face.

“You little bitch…” He growled back, wiping his face on his sleeve.

Then he was putting more force on her, until she finally stopped squirming. He was not about to hit a woman if he didn’t really have to. He could handle this, for now.

“I. Can’t. Breathe. You—you—” Scully gasped for air, and Krycek raised up just enough to let her breathe.

“I will let you go if you calm down and do what I say.” He replied, while breathing heavily. Scully shook her head in rebellion, and Krycek laughed in frustration. “Come on, Scully, don’t make this any harder than it really has to be.”

Speaking of hard…Krycek was taken aback by the growing hardness in his pants. Was this really turning him on right now? He tried to shift away so that Scully couldn’t feel it, but the way she was looking up at him told him that she already had. She swallowed, blinked, and swallowed again, but refused to look away. And Krycek suddenly realized how beautiful she was. Pouty lips, flushed face, with those big blue eyes glaring up at him. He always knew it, but never thought much about it until now. But that wasn’t really what was turning him on right now. Her stubbornness was most likely the culprit. He never really could resist a woman with an attitude. They had only been alone in that apartment together for 10 minutes tops, and they were already learning a lot of new things about each other. It could also very well be the alcohol that they had both apparently been consuming earlier, but for some reason he doubted it.

“Mulder is going to be here any minute, and then he is going to kill you.” Scully calmly said with narrowed eyes.

“Mulder ditched you, remember? So, I highly doubt that.” Krycek drawled through a chuckle.

“He—he didn’t ditch me. He just got busy.” Scully quietly replied, looking away.

“Let me guess…he begged you to go on some week long wild goose chase with him, and then asked you to do his paperwork for him, again. And then he didn’t call you like he said he would. Am I right?”

“NO.”

Krycek smirked and nodded. “I am, aren’t I?”

Scully looked back up at Krycek and blinked back the tears that threatened to escape. “He—he got busy.” She repeated.

“He doesn’t fucking appreciate you.” Krycek shook his head.

“And you do?” Scully glared up at him.

Krycek leaned in and shrugged. “I’m not your partner in crime. And I don’t think that you’d ever let me close enough to do so.”

“Well, we agree on one thing.”

Scully was desperately trying to ignore the fact that Krycek was on top of her, with a rapidly growing hard-on digging into her stomach, with his face only a few inches from hers. He was obviously trying to shift away from her to hide his erection, so she doubted that he was going to try to rape her. She wasn’t even sure anymore that he was going to try to kill her either. He would have done it already, right?

“Scully---”

“Go. Just take the laptop and GO.” She looked away from him, as a tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t even know why she was crying right now.

Krycek sat there for a long moment in deep thought. Why was Scully suddenly giving up the laptop to him? And why was she crying? And why did he suddenly not want to leave? He knew he should leave now. He really, really should. But when he looked back down at Scully, watching the tears flow freely now, he couldn’t do it. Dammit. Goddammit.

“I’m sorry.” He quietly replied.

Scully turned her head to look back up at Krycek and furrowed her brows. “What?”

“I—I’m sorry, for—for everything that that black lung bastard has put you through.”

Scully intensely observed Krycek for a long moment. She was suddenly so taken aback by his words, that she couldn’t figure out what to say back. So, she just laid there for a long time, looking up at him with wide wet eyes.

“Don’t.” She finally replied, shaking her head.

Krycek furrowed his brows at her. “What?”

“Just don’t. Don’t do this to me, Krycek.”

“I’m not doing anything.” He shook his head.

“Don’t put me in a position like this.” She pursed her lips at him.

“Scully, I---”

“Stop, just stop it. I’m giving you what you want. Now just take it and go.”

“I—I can’t.”

“Why not?” Scully’s heart was now racing for some reason.

“Because I want more than just the laptop. I want---I---”

Scully’s stomach did a little flip-flop, as Krycek began to stutter.

“What are you saying?” She found herself asking, even though she wasn’t sure that she really wanted to hear the answer.

Krycek suddenly leaned in, lightly grazing his nose against Scully’s for a brief moment.

“You’re right. I should—I should probably go now.” He grumbled.

Scully tried to nod, but she couldn’t. All she could do was stare up at him. Krycek was so close to her now that her eyes were crossing, and a moist warmth began to spread between her legs. Oh, God. Oh no. This was not happening right now. She was not hot for Krycek. FUCK.

“No.”

“No?”

“Krycek---”

And then his mouth was on hers, as his hand completely let go of her wrists and trailed down to her face. She didn’t give in to the kiss for a few seconds, but when his tongue came out to lightly graze her bottom lip, her mouth finally opened, and she kissed him back. It was hot and passionate and sexy as hell. Who knew that Krycek would be a good kisser? What was she doing? What the hell was she doing? And then her hips were involuntarily moving upwards against him, and her hands were in his hair.

“God, Scully.” He groaned into her mouth, as his fingers tangled in her hair as well. “Tell me to stop now, or I’m going to keep going.” He rasped, and Scully shook her head.

“Don’t. Stop.” She moaned.

They both kept at it for several more moments, kissing and moaning and grinding against each other until they couldn’t take it anymore.

“Bed?” Krycek hesitantly asked, and Scully nodded without any reluctance.

“Bed. Now.” She replied with another moan.

And then he was quickly lifting up off of her and helping her to her feet. Scully gasped, as Krycek effortlessly grabbed at her ass and lifted her up off her feet to straddle his waist with her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they began kissing again, while he impressively made his way to the bedroom without dropping her. She had a feeling that he had done this before. She wondered if he knew that she hadn’t been with a man since before the X-Files. Mulder had thought that she had slept with Ed Jersey, but in reality, she never did. And now she was about to sleep with her partners enemy. Oh, God. What was she doing?

Krycek questioned if Scully knew that he hadn’t been with a woman in well over a year now. And that there were far and few between over the years. He just never had the time or interest for all the drama afterwards, considering his life was such a mess these days. He hadn’t ever really had a serious relationship either, now that he thought about it. Just some quick meaningless fucks. So, why was he feeling different than usual, and why was he dragging Scully into his mess right now? Why couldn’t he stop and just leave? He was determined to remain in control of this situation. It would be over soon, and he would look back on this and laugh, just like all of the other times. He would look at Mulder, and think to himself, “I fucked your partner. The woman that you’re most likely in love with but are too blind to realize or do anything about it.” And he would purposely make Dana Scully squirm, every time that he saw her. If he ever did again. He would make eye contact, but never mention it, and she would look at him nervously, silently begging him to not tell anyone. And he would go to bed every night with a wicked smile on his face. Knowing that he was able to get under “The Ice Queens” skin. It was going to be fucking glorious.

Scully gasped when Krycek threw her on the bed, and then he was crawling up her body, his eyes never leaving hers. Scully had already decided that this was going to be quick, rough, and never talked about ever again after it was over. This was just a momentary lapse in judgement, and she would be sober and back to her old self again by morning. But right now, she needed this. No matter how wrong it was, she couldn’t stop herself.

“If you ever tell anyone about this, I swear to God Krycek, I will deny it. And no one would ever believe you.” Scully hissed into Krycek’s mouth.

Krycek quickly pulled away, looking down at Scully with amusement and intense arousal. “I wouldn’t expect anything different from you.” He smirked, and then kissed her again, so hard, that he was sure that their lips would be swollen and bruised in the morning. Good. That would help remind her that she was fucked by Alex Krycek, and that it wasn’t just a dream. She may deny it, but she won’t ever forget it. He was going to make sure of that.

“Oh, God.” Scully loudly moaned, when Krycek began sucking at her neck with teeth, tongue, and lips, marking her as his for the night.

“What do you want?” He growled into her ear, roughly nibbling on it.

Scully opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling in a lustful daze. “What?”

“Tell me what you like.” He whispered, as his fingers slowly trailed down the left side of her face. Scully closed her eyes again when Krycek’s thumb ran across her bottom lip. “Tell me what you want from me.”

God, why did guys always have to hear a woman say that she wanted to fuck him? It must be an ego thing. As if they weren’t going to have sex if she didn’t verbally tell him exactly what they were about to do.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Fuck you, Krycek.” She glared up at him.

“Mmmm, tell me more.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Is it not? You don’t want to fuck me?”

Scully remained silent, as she continued to look up at Krycek with pursed lips.

“Do you want me to touch you---” Krycek paused, as he slowly trailed his hand down her throat, until he reached a breast. He lightly grazed his thumb across a hardened nipple, and Scully arched her back into him. “Here?” He then ran his hand down her stomach, her hip, and then over across the top of her pants. His fingers unbuttoned her pants, and then finally slipped inside. It was a snug fit, but he was able to reach his target, as his long fingers lightly brushed her outer lips. “Here?”

Scully moaned and sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. She desperately tried to not move, to not give any indication of her arousal, but it was inevitable. Krycek’s finger slipped in between the folds, and Scully wasn’t sure who moaned louder.

“Jesus, you’re so wet.” He groaned and shivered, as his fingers began to slowly move in tight circles against her little bundle of nerves. “Is this what you want, Dana?”

“Don—Don’t call me that.” Scully hissed through another moan. First names were too personal, and she was determined to remain as detached as possible. But God he was good at this.

Krycek chewed on his bottom lip with a chuckle and slipped a finger inside. Scully clawed at his arm with a loud gasp, as her hips involuntarily jerked up into him again. He slipped in a second finger, pumping in and out, while his thumb rubbed against where she needed it the most. And he watched with amusement, as Scully’s eyes slipped shut and her mouth opened.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He huskily whispered, and Scully’s eyes opened again to look up at him. “I bet Mulder never tells you that, does he?” Scully shook her head and looked away for a moment. “Look at me.” He demanded, and she did, with slight hesitation. “Do you love him?”

“No…I—I don’t know.” Scully answered honestly, as she blinked and swallowed for the millionth time.

“I don’t know how he stands it. All day…next to you…God, he’s such a fucking weirdo.” Krycek rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Scully arched her back up into him again, but he pulled back when they both heard and felt some sort of buzzing vibration underneath one of the pillows. Krycek furrowed his brows and slid his hand under the pillow, pulling out a little pink vibrator. He threw his head back with laughter and waved it in front of Scully’s face, which was now crimson and extremely hot.

“You won’t be needing this tonight.” He purred, as he tossed it aside with a smirk.

Krycek was not only extremely amused by the thought of Dana Scully owning a vibrator, but he wondered why he never caught her using it before during his surveillance work. Maybe she hadn’t owned one back then? Whatever the case, he also wondered if she called out Mulder’s name when she used it. Or if the thing had just been sitting there unused under her pillow for a while now.

Scully blushed as she watched her vibrator hit the other side of the bed. But when she looked back up at Krycek, he was no longer laughing. He was now staring down at her with sensual admiration. She figured that he pegged her for the fingers only type. And he would be right. She hadn’t actually used the thing yet and had only had it for a few weeks now.

“It was a gag gift…for my birthday.” She felt the need to explain.

“I’m more fulfilling.” Krycek leered, and Scully’s stomach did another little flip-flop.

And then he leaned down to kiss at Scully’s neck again. He inserted three fingers this time, and began to pump harder and faster, while his thumb continued to rub at her. Scully loudly moaned and began to squirm and thrash about on the bed. Krycek couldn’t help but grind against her hip every time she jerked up, and next thing he knew, he was moaning and breathing heavily with her. And he knew that if he didn’t get some clothes off soon, that he was going to embarrass himself.

Scully was close, but just as her climax began to build, Krycek pulled his hand out and quickly began to pull her pants and panties down her legs. He effortlessly pulled her shoes off along the way, and the clothing was quickly tossed aside, but he did not attempt to take off her shirt. Instead, he began to crawl down her body, and Scully held her breath in anticipation as he buried his face in between her legs. His tongue began to lap at her, and her climax began to quickly build again. And then she remembered who was doing these glorious things to her, and the panic began to consume her.

“What am I doing? Stop. God, STOP!” Scully yelped, pushing at Krycek’s head, and he quickly pulled back with furrowed brows. “I---I can’t do this.” She wheezed, as she covered her face with both of her hands.

Krycek pulled himself up into a sitting position next to her and ran a hand over his face with a heavy sigh. “I’m not going to hurt you, Scully.”

“It—it’s not that.” She groaned into her hands.

“Then what is it?”

“Mulder---”

“FUCK Mulder.” Krycek hissed into the darkness. “He doesn’t ever have to know. I’m most certainly not going to tell him. I don’t really feel like dying right now.”

Scully sighed and kept her hands over her face. “But ‘I’ know. ‘I’ know, Krycek. And this is NOT me. I—I don’t do things like this.”

“Like fraternize with the enemy?” Krycek murmured through a chuckle.

“Exactly.” Scully sighed again.

Krycek slowly reached back and pulled Scully’s hands off her face. His previous plans were quickly beginning to sound like a bad idea. Maybe Scully was right. He was already being too gentle, too soft with her, and that wasn’t him. And the fact that he was suddenly somewhat concerned with ruining someone else’s life was enough to stop him as well. He couldn’t afford to let a woman influence him, even for just one night. It looked like this was not going to happen after all. Plus, the earlier buzz that he had was now long gone.

“I should go.” He cleared his throat, slowly standing up.

Krycek reached down to pick up Scully’s panties and turned around to hand them to her. She quickly took them from him and put them back on. And then she pulled her knees up to her chest and stared at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Our little secret, Scully.” He reassured her, running a hand through his hair and turning to leave.

Scully watched him leave the room and sat there for a second in deep thought, listening for the opening and closing of the front door. But she never heard it. And then she remembered…the damn laptop, and the guns.

“Shit!” She opened her bedside table drawer and pulled out her spare gun and ran into the living room.

Sure enough, Krycek had the laptop in his hand, and was ejecting a portable USB from it. She cocked her gun at him as he threw the laptop on the couch and shoved the little object into his pocket. Then his gun was on her as well, while they intensely stared at each other.

“Krycek, you bastard!” She hissed through clenched teeth, and Krycek looked her up and down with lingering arousal.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you Scully?” He chuckled and began to make his way over to the door with his gun still trained on her.

“You tricked me.”

“Well, maybe some time you can pay me back.” He winked.

Scully huffed with frustration and followed him to the door.

“You’re not leaving with that.”

“Sorry, Scully. Please don’t take it personally.” He narrowed his eyes on her and reached for the knob.

Scully sucked in a sharp breath and fired her gun at him. Luckily, the bullet hit his gun before he had time to fire back, and his gun fell to the floor. Krycek’s eyes widened, as his mouth dropped open in surprise.

“What the fuck was that?!” He yelped and shook his hand a few times.

“That was your payback.” Scully glared at him.

Krycek had to admit, he was oddly impressed. Scully didn’t even think twice about shooting at him, just like she said. And he was even more turned on now, even though she could have killed him. What he didn’t know, was that she had purposely aimed for his hand. He could only hope that she wouldn’t shoot at him again. But he was going to have to take his chances anyways. Good thing he had quick reflexes.

Krycek ducked and quickly lunged at Scully, and her gun reflexively went off into the ceiling. And unfortunately, half the apartment building was being remodeled right now, so she didn’t have any close neighbors that could hear the gunshots, except for Greg, who was out of town for the week.

Krycek was able to get the gun out of Scully’s hand, and she took off running towards her bedroom. Krycek removed the clip and tossed the gun onto the floor, as he ran after her. He knew from the very beginning that he was not going to use his gun on her. Not that she needed to know that.

Scully tried to slam her door shut, but Krycek was faster and blocked it with his hand. He shoved the door open and stood in the door way, heavily breathing. Scully took a few steps back, stumbling into her bed. She looked down at his hand and realized that he no longer had the gun. Why?

“I’m not going to shoot you, Scully.” Krycek barked through clenched teeth.

“What do you want from me, Krycek? You have your files now. Just go.” Scully huffed with frustration.

“You know what I want.” He took a step closer, but she could not take anymore steps back, so she turned and began to walk backwards towards the nearest wall. There was a window close by, and maybe, just maybe she could escape through it.

“Just take the damn files and leave, Krycek.” She half heartedly warned him. Shouldn’t she be more scared than she is right now? Or was she realizing that Krycek was indeed not going to hurt her. The files didn’t even seem important anymore.

“I’m going to ask you one time, Scully. Just once. And if you still say no, then I will leave.”

“What?” Scully hesitantly asked.

Krycek took another step closer, still breathing heavily. “Do you want me to finish what we started before?” He quietly asked, clenching his jaw.

Scully began to shake her head, but then stopped. She didn’t know why she stopped. But for some reason, she suddenly couldn’t say no. Krycek was just hovering over her, with his disheveled hair and wild eyes, and it was sexy as hell. No one had looked at her like that in a very long time.

“Yes.” She found herself saying, as her heart began to wildly pound in her chest.

Krycek looked down at her for a moment, jaw still clenched, and then looked away. He ran his hand across his stubbled jaw and then looked back down at her. And then he was lunging at her again, and roughly grabbing at her arm. Scully loudly gasped, as he shoved her up against the wall. His mouth came crashing down onto hers, and she realized that she was going to completely go through with this now. There was no turning back now.

Scully quickly helped Krycek pull off his shirt, barely paying attention to his extremely realistic prosthetic arm, and then began working on his pants. Krycek bent down to take off his shoes, and then he was back to kissing her with only his boxers on now. He pulled back long enough to yank her panties back off of her, and then she was only wearing her shirt again with her bra.

And then Krycek was lifting Scully up into his arms, as her legs tightly wrapped around his waist. He shoved her back up against the wall and kissed her again, growling when Scully pulled his bottom lip between her teeth. Her tongue ran along his jaw, and up to his hear, as she nibbled and lapped at it. They began to clumsily grind against each other, until Krycek finally whirled her around and dropped her back onto the bed in one long stride. They helped each other remove their last items of clothing, and then stared at each other for a long moment with a lustful hunger. Their trembling hands ran along bare skin, as their lips connected again.

Krycek spread Scully’s legs and positioned himself above her entrance, pulling back to look down at her. “Condom.” He murmured, and Scully pointed at her bedside table, which shocked him to know that she even kept any. She was obviously not that active. Then again, neither was he, or he would have had some on him. They both knew she was infertile, and that they were both probably clean, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Krycek retrieved a condom and tore the package open with his teeth, as Scully watched him. And then she was taking the condom from him and reaching down to slide it on him herself, as he grunted at the touch of her tiny fingers on him.

“Are you ready?” He asked, and Scully nodded.

And then he was slowly entering her with a long groan, pulling out and pushing back in, until he was fully submerged in her wet warmth. Shuddering, he stopped for a moment, until Scully began moving against him. They moved together, as the thrusts became harder and faster. Krycek eventually stopped for a moment, long enough to bend down and take a nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, and then pulled back.

“Turn around.” Krycek softly demanded, and Scully obeyed.

Scully got on her hands and knees and Krycek used a knee to push her legs further apart. Then he bent over her and slowly entered her again from behind. He pushed in and out slowly, until Scully buried her face into her pillow and clutched at it with a loud whimper. He sped up the pace, as the sound of their gasps and moans and bodies slapping together filled the room.

Scully collapsed onto the bed, unable to hold herself up any longer, and Krycek followed, still pumping into her. He knew she was close, so he tucked his hand down between her and the bed and began to rub at where she needed it the most. That was all it took to send Scully over the edge, and Krycek whimpered as he felt her tighten and spasm around him. Scully violently convulsed and cried out, and Krycek’s climax began at the end of hers, as he shuddered against her. And then it was over, and the condom was off, tied up, and carelessly tossed to the ground.

They both collapsed onto their backs, staring up at the ceiling in silence. Yep, that just happened. And Krycek was suddenly feeling an overwhelming amount of guilt about it. He had to make sure that he hadn’t forced any of what just happened onto Scully. He had murdered, bad guys of course. He had lied and stolen. But rape was not something that he could ever do. And luckily, he was never asked to do it. Seduction, yes. But never rape.

“Scully?”

Scully closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Yeah?” Then she exhaled.

“I didn’t----you didn’t---this was mutual, right?” He hesitantly asked.

Scully snorted and clicked her tongue. “Unfortunately, yes.” She nodded as if he could see it.

Krycek turned over and held himself up on his prosthetic, looking down at Scully with wide eyes. “Unfortunately?” His voice slightly wavered.

Scully turned to say something sarcastic but was caught off guard by the look on Krycek’s face. “I---” She suddenly couldn’t speak. Krycek was staring at her with the most unusual facial expression. She had never seen him look like this before. There was a hint of concern and tenderness in his face. And it unnerved Scully to see her partners mortal enemy acting like this. As if he might just care, a little bit.

“You can have the USB drive back.” Krycek found himself unexpectedly saying.

Scully rolled her eyes and licked at her lips. “RIGHT.”

“No, I meant it. I can’t take it now. Not after---not after what just happened.”

Scully suspiciously eyed Krycek for a long moment, and then realized that he was being serious. “Won’t you get in trouble for it?”

Krycek nodded. “I can just say that the files were corrupted or something.”

“Why? Why would you do that?”

Krycek searched Scully’s eyes for a long moment, and then slowly leaned down to capture her lips with his, in a soft tender kiss. Scully was now feeling even more unnerved. Just what was his angle?

“I don’t know. Because I’m a fucking idiot, I suppose.” Krycek breathed into her mouth, as his hand grabbed at Scully’s bare hip and pulled her closer to him.

Scully gave in to the confusion for a moment, but then came back to her senses and pulled back. “This can’t ever happen again.” She shook her head.

Krycek immediately nodded and pulled himself up into a sitting position. “I know.” He sighed, as he grabbed for his clothes and began to dress.

Scully pulled her shirt over her head, not even bothering with the bra, and then slipped her panties and pants back on. She than sat there and watched in shock, as Krycek pulled the little object out of his pocket and tossed it into her hands. She caught it and intensely studied it for a moment, before looking back up at Krycek, who was making his way out of the bedroom.

Scully heavily sighed and quickly followed Krycek out into the living room, where he was grabbing his gun off the floor and sticking it into the back of his pants under his shirt. He kept his back turned towards her for a long moment, and then finally turned around. Scully crossed her arms, with the USB still in her hand.

“I’m going to go now.” Krycek murmured, and Scully nodded up at him.

Scully watched as Krycek made his way over to the door, and she found herself inwardly groaning and following him. “Krycek?”

Krycek turned back around and Scully was momentarily distracted by the little crease above his nose. Scully cocked an eyebrow at him and then heavily sighed, shaking her head. She uncrossed her arms and reached out to grab at Krycek’s hand. He looked down at her hand in surprise, as she placed the little object into the palm of his hand and then pulled back.

“Keep it.”

Krycek looked back up at Scully and shook his head. “Why?”

Scully anxiously fidgeted with her hands and shifted her weight. “I don’t know exactly what is in those files, but it’s obviously a lot more important to you than it is to me or Mulder. I’m sure Mulder won’t even notice that they’re gone.” She found herself shrugging.

Krycek chuckled and leered down at Scully, shaking his head, as he put the object back into his pocket. “I only took a copy. The original is still on the laptop.” He sheepishly admitted.

“Oh.” Scully softly replied, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear. They both looked at each other for another long moment, until Scully could no longer take the silence. “Well, I guess this is it.” She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.

Krycek leaned in, so close that Scully could feel his hot breath on her cheek. But their lips never touched. Not this time around, thank God…because she wasn’t sure if she could handle anymore of that right now.

“See you later, Scully.” He rasped, impishly smirking at her as he slowly backed away.

“No, you won’t, Krycek.” Scully crossed her arms and pursed her lips, determined to stand her ground. This couldn’t ever happen again.

Krycek’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin at Scully’s stubbornness. He knew she was only trying to protect herself and her family from the dangers that always followed him. And he knew that she was right. They shouldn’t see each other again. Not like this. It could also possibly ruin her relationship with Mulder. Well, in that case…

“See you later…Dana.” He said it softer this time, his eyes never leaving hers.

Scully blinked, swallowed, and blinked again. They were both doing a lot of that tonight. And this was only just the beginning…she could feel it. Oh, shit. What had she gotten herself into? She watched Krycek slowly turn around and exit her apartment. He exuded confidence with every stride. And before she knew it, she was calling out to him. Willingly inviting the devil to return.

“Goodbye, Krycek.” She murmured, clearing her throat, and clinging onto the door until her knuckles turned white.

Krycek stopped, began to turn around, but then thought better of it. He leered down at his feet instead and kept walking. Scully then quickly shut and locked the door once Krycek was out of sight. Her lips quirked into an uncontainable smile, as she leaned up against the door.

Maybe he wasn’t the devil, after all.

END

A/N: Hope you liked it! A short sequel of some sort could be possible for Tumblr in the future. But for now, back to End of Time I go…

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Shine Bright Like a Daichi

So @haikyuu-is-madness always says nice shit about my writing and so I figured I’d give back and write a quick little som-som as a thanks. I asked for a word or phrase and was told “pressure creates diamonds” so this is what I came up with. It actually comes from a fic idea I had a little while back that I’m not sure I’ll ever get around to writing so here ya go.

Thanks for all your support and love, Babe.

(P.S. it’s really super fast and was just thrown together so it’s not that good but uhm uh yeah..... I hope you like it anyway.)

Daichi was under pressure.

His grandmother always said that pressure creates diamonds.

She didn’t say that it would take one to three billion years for it to happen though.

And given how far criminals went in this day and age to acquire the damned things, Daichi wasn’t so sure he even wanted to become one, unbreakable and beautiful as they may be.

No.

Beating up the bastards that stole the priceless gems was good enough for him.

“Two meters tall, a hundred and eight kilograms… the man is practically a giant,” Daichi said into his phone as he flipped through the pages inside the folder on his lap, where it rested against the steering wheel of his 2011 Toyota Prius. He leaned back in his seat, propping one elbow up on the door and resting his temple against his closed fist.

“There’s no way I can take him on by myself.”

“Hey don’t sweat it,” the voice on the other line said. “I’m sure you can handle it.”

“Me?” Daichi snorted. “Me, eighty-six kilograms, wrong side of one ninety centimeters, me? You’re joking, right?”

“C’mon, you didn’t graduate at the top of your class on your test scores alone.”

“I sucked a lot of dick to get to the top.”

“Your self-deprecation only makes me love you more.”

“Anyway,” Daichi peered through his windshield at the apartment complex across the dim and silent street. “Even if I do manage to get the cuffs on him without any trouble, where the hell am I going to put him? I don’t think a man of that size will fit in my backseat.”

“Just sit on him until back-up arrives.”

“It’d be like a toddler sitting on her dad’s shoulders. I’d rather let him snap my neck in resistance than suffer that humiliation.”

“Well then there you go. Problem solved.”

“You’re as useless as ever, Tooru.”

“Anything for you, Sawa-chan!”

Daichi sighed, “Alright well… I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“Good luck. Don’t get your skull crushed in his big meaty hands.”

“I feel so much better now, thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

Daichi ended the call and shoved the phone into his pocket. He had been posted outside of the apartment building for hours and there hadn’t been so much as a peep. He was beginning to think that maybe his cover had been blown and his perp had skipped town without his knowing. But how could that be possible? He had been so careful. There was no way that a mere diamond thief could have outsmarted Daichi.

He hadn’t graduated at the top of his class on test scores alone, after all.

He hadn’t even sucked any dick, either.

He closed the file folder- a cheap plastic one decorated with kittens cuddling in a wicker basket that he had picked up at the store on the way to his stake-out to disguise the important documents inside- and tossed it to the passenger seat.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned. That morning he had opted out of drinking his usual coffee in order to limit the number of times he would have to abandon his position in order to visit the bathroom, and he was starting to feel the effects of his lack of caffeine. A dull ache pulsed through his head and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Just a few more hours, Daichi,” he whispered. “Make it through just a few more hours and you can go home and sleep.”

He settled back in his seat and stared through the windshield, already sick of the sight of the ugly, rectangular, brick apartment building. Why would a diamond thief live in such a shithole anyway? With the kind of heists he had been pulling, he should be living in some kind of uptown penthouse or a mansion on the beach. Not a place that looked like it had failed its past thirteen inspections and may or may not be infested with rats and/or cockroaches.

Just what the hell was this guy spending his money on?

Loud knocking startled a tiny jump and squeak out of him, the entire car rocking with his movement. He turned towards the sound, hand reaching instinctively towards the gun hidden inside his leather jacket.

A pale-haired man stood outside his window, stooping over to peer through at him, wearing a bright smile. He waved cheerfully and then held up a colorful sheet of paper.

Daichi hesitated. He glanced at the apartment building once more but it remained still and silent. He pursed his lips and pressed the button on the car door. The window lowered silently, allowing a fresh, cool breeze to fill the vehicle.

“Hi!” the man immediately leaned an arm on the door, invading Daichi’s space in one swift movement as he thrust the flyer inside. “I’m the priest of the Catholic church just at the end of this street. The kids call me Father K!” he lifted a peace sign and smiled, soft brown eyes squinting shut.

“Uh…” Daichi’s eyes wandered down over the white clerical collar peeking out between the black fabric of his long sleeved button-up as he took the flyer from him. “Hello…”

“Sorry to bother you,” he went on. “It’s just that we’re having a barbeque tomorrow at noon and we’d really like to reach out to the community so I’ve been walking around passing these babies out to spread the word!”

“Oh…” Daichi stared at the sheet of paper.

There was an image of a family sitting around a picnic table, eating burgers and hot dogs while they laughed. Large, thick letters spread across the top reading:

Treat Yourself to Our Savory Meat!

Daichi pursed his lips tight together to avoid letting out a laugh at the unfortunate choice of wording.

He cleared his throat and nodded, “Ah… I see.” He lifted his eyes to the priest and caught him smirking quietly at him. The smirk warmed and he folded his arms over the side of Daichi’s door.

“It’s bound to be a fun time,” he said. “Lots of good food, some games… have you ever played rodeo golf?”

“Uhm… no, I don’t believe I have,” Daichi glanced towards the apartment building.

“What about washers?”

“No…”

“Horseshoes?”

“Ah. Yeah. I’ve played that.”

“Perfect! Anyway, it starts at noon and is going all day long. I really hope you can come and visit for a bit!”

Daichi lowered the flyer, “Yeah. I’ll pop in and check it out a little later in the day…” Guilt filled him and he winced. “No. No, that was a lie. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just lied to a priest, holy fuck.” His eyes widened and he turned in the seat to face him, “Oh my God— gosh! I’m sorry. I’m just really tired and—”

He laughed and Daichi clamped his mouth shut.

The priest leaned his chin in the palm of his hand, fingers stretched lazily up his cheek. His ring finger rested just below a small beauty mark nestled in the corner of his left eye.

“Please relax,” he said gently, smile softening. “I’m Catholic. We drink alcohol in the middle of mass. A little cursing isn’t going to make me take up the rosary.”

Daichi lowered his eyes, “Sorry.”

He giggled, “What’s your name?”

Daichi hesitated.

He was supposed to be undercover. His name was well known in the criminal community, after all, and just the mention of it could send his perp on the run.

His alias for the day- decided by Oikawa- was Sato Haruka, a pathetic sap hanging outside his ex-girlfriend’s apartment in hopes that he would run into her on her way to work so that he could convince her to take him back.

He was fairly certain the embarrassing cover story was Oikawa’s way of getting revenge on Daichi for passing off that undercover stripper case to him two weeks ago.

“I’m still finding glitter in my ass crack, Sawa-chan!” he had complained to him just that morning.

It’s not my fault. There’s no way anyone would believe I was a stripper. He was the only realistic choice for that case.

Despite hating it, Daichi had practiced his embarrassing cover in his head for hours, trying his best to meld into the role of pitiful Sato Haru-chan.

And yet…

“Daichi,” he replied, offering a hand.

He couldn’t help it.

It just didn’t feel right to lie to a man of the cloth.

“Daichi,” he repeated and a sudden flush of warmth filled Daichi’s chest at the sound. “Daichi,” he said again, reaching out and taking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Daichi.”

And Daichi found that he really liked the way he said his name. The way he carefully enunciated the Dai and let the chi spring softly from his tongue.

It made him feel like he was something precious, a diamond in the palm of his hand.

“So, Daichi. You won’t be stopping by our little barbeque tomorrow then?” he slid his fingers slowly away and Daichi found himself missing the touch.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I have… business to attend to all day.”

“Hmmm… I won’t lie… I’m a little disappointed.”

Daichi looked away and cleared his throat, cheeks warming.

The priest giggled and leaned back, hands still resting on the door.

“Well, whatever your business is, I’m sure it’s very important. So I won’t keep you any longer.” He winked and said in a low voice, “I’m sure we will be seeing much more of each other in the future. So…” he straightened and peered down at him with a smile that made Daichi’s stomach flip. “Until we meet again?”

He swallowed hard, “Ah… yeah. It was… a pleasure to meet you, Father.”

“Please,” he took a step back, one eyebrow lifting over brown eyes glinting with mischief. He turned and called over his shoulder, “Call me Daddy.”

Daichi choked and coughed into his fist. He pounded his chest and watched with wide eyes as he walked away, a slow, confident swagger to the sway of his hips that made the collar of Daichi’s shirt feel hot and itchy. He tore his gaze away and rubbed roughly at his eyes, trying to scrub away the impure thoughts that had filled his mind.

There was no way he was going to hell for fantasizing about a man of God.

What a stupid reason to burn in eternal hellfire.

Oikawa would never let him hear the end of it.

He sucked in a deep breath and lowered his hands to his lap.

“Just a few more hours,” he whispered, staring through the windshield at the apartment building. He lifted the flyer and set it aside, taking the file and bringing it into his lap once more.

Daichi was under pressure.

And his grandmother always said that pressure creates diamonds.

But he hoped- in his case- that his grandmother was wrong.

Daichi had no desire to be a diamond, coveted and stolen by criminals.

It was his job to put those criminals behind bars, after all.

He flipped the file open and read over the information for what had to be the thirtieth time.

“Two meters tall, a hundred and eight kilograms, brown hair, blue eyes… alright.”

He lifted his gaze.

“Show yourself, Sugawara Koushi.”

#daisuga #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #seriously #thanks for being nice to me #even though i'm evil #and haven't written a new chapter for open tab in a million years #it means a lot #sorry this is sloppy #and boring #but i wanted to write something #so here it is #i need a tag i can use to distinguish my shitty writings #uhm #how about...#i know my writes #yeah #good one

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The First Blog, Wherein I Come Out As Queer & Dunno How Long Titles On Tumblr Should Be: I Had a Weird Week

Hi, I’m Michael Bennett producer of The (Bunny) Buni Perspective! and I had a bad week. Kinda of an amazing week. And here I am, talking about things I’m now no longer embarrassed to disclose.

I’m going to talk about the week in sections as they come to me, so this might jump around a little, but it ends with Bunny Bennett and a promise to see you tomorrow.

Warning frank discussion of sex, pot and LSD use and cursing you fucking dumbshits. I promise not to be too gross.

I Joined, Figured Out, and Then Deleted Grindr, In One Single Day.

Pause for applause.

Grinder is not for highly specific queers. The title queer is feeling like the correctt word for me, as it also means weird. . So I’m polly, so far I’m deeply in love with two girls. I’ll be writing more about Heather and Meghan in the next few blogs. Promise girls.

I’m turned on by femininity. Not just sexually, feminine things were the bane of my childhood and now they draw me in. To make this simple my ideal girl, in pop culture for many, many reasons, is some variation of:

...35 and inserting gifs that make you blush...shame....

The thing is, I have for years been drawn to femboys and just shoved the feeling down. I can see the first guy I wanted to ask on a date vividly in my mind. I have a really hard time explaining it, but if Pearl were a boy, he’d be my dream guy.

I’m also polly, so on the Internet I’m a ‘faggot cuck’

I promise tomorrow I will discuss the polly aspect of my sexuality in ore detail, for now just know I’m just complicated.

Ok so, how do I convay any of that on Grindr? I can’t. I want to have a conversation. You cannot say that because it starts ‘hey’ then it’s just dick pics or boring, predictable bullshit.

I had a big realization. I’m a fucking jerk. I’ve been chatting online for decades and have treated the majority as badly as these guys treated me. Not that I sent dick pics, but if they didn’t do what I wanted I wasn’t nice or polite. Often I wouldn’t read their info well. I dunno. I felt pretty bad being ignored and hit on cause apparently I’m adorable?

...fat piece of shit.

The REALLY cute girls on grindr were a minimum 100 miles away. None want to do a long distant thing, which is really what I want right now. And frankly the guys I want to meet are girls. And I know I’m queer because the other day I said, ‘That cock is adorable’ and that is not what a straight man says.

I feel a lot better saying all that. Let’s talk about my favorite game I need to quit.

I Can Spot A Catfish A Mile Away After Two Full Days Of Talking Out Loud

I was playing League and I out of no where got a friend request. I take all of these, usually remembering them from a recent game. Not this time. First thing ‘she’ said was “I always get call a catfish” DOT DOT DOT

This ‘girl’ played well, we chatted in game, ‘she’ was REALLY flirty and I bought ‘her’ many skins in game, maybe 50$ worth? Can’t remember for my embarrassment's sake. I begged this person to talk to me face to face on skype and they made it into a fight every time. So I cut it off.

This happened to me recently. This person refused to talk to me while we played games (me out loud into my headset, and ‘she’ replying in chat). Every hour I begged this person to talk to me in anyway. At first they told me they only spoke Japanese and ‘she’ was embarrassed about the language, ‘she’ understood me too well for that, think I literally said, ‘What are you Chewbacca?’

I basically just talked. They replied and were REALLY needy. I mentioned skins at last and they changed how they talked a lot but then suddenly, this person couldn’t talked to me because of childhood tongue biting induced tongue paralysis. Also their name was Soka Hui? Apparently?

They told me their family was massacred. Like RECENTLY. So I looked it up:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/the-wolf-family-murders-north-dakotas-most-brutal_us_57fbe48ae4b0b665ad818798

That’s scary tho if that person recorded me.

I Fell in Love With a Guy

I did not want to. I could hear the mocking voices of my brothers from my childhood, the ghosts of my high school, the word ‘faggot’ as anything but gross, not something that turned me on. Not something I whispered to a guy, begging me to...he didn’t love me. He sounded really fucking pretty when he said I love you. He said my name so beautifully the echo of it makes me cry as I write this now.

I would have called him a fucking faggot in 1997 and been angry. Might have gotten violent.

Now I wish Dexter would just say anything, perched in my lap and...

Well it’s stupid to dwell on things. I learned a lesson. The lesson here is ‘you can’t win, but always try.’

Here’s why: I did everything right, this is how Meghan and I began. Dexter and I have talked on and off for months. For about 8...maybe a year. Dexter was my dirty little secret.

He called me and moaned and we...you know whatever, but always behind Heather’s back (she knows now). I hated to admit that guy was really...

Well he got a hold of me at the beginning of the week.

He told me that he wanted me to make love to him, say ‘I love you’ to me on his boyfriend’s bed. I took this too mean he wanted me to be in love so...we talked.

We talked for an hour and I was so in love. He was interesting and funny. He had comedy bits memorized. He loves Star Wars.I wanted to keep talking. I thought we’d at lest text later.

I wanted to Love Star Wars with him. I wanted to meet him and do whatever he wanted. He cut off the call...I should have known an hour was kind of short compared to girls I had talked to in the past.

I didn’t hear from him for 3 days.

I had all this confused love in me. I barfed it all up. He was masturbating. Trying to get me to talk about sex and I was stammering and nervous and near crying. I told he was my first guy...the guy I was in love with, for real and he cut me off. There was a really hard to describe, painful, awkward silence.

I flashed back to all the folder of evidence I had that he loved me, the saw the mountain of facts that said he was just getting off to me using him. Or...something. We haven’t spoken since.

I told him ‘I have a lot of cosplay ideas’ and he laughed.

He said he had to go and I said ok. He said ‘Talk to y-’ but I hung up and threw the phone. Cried. Last my game of League. Told Heather and Meghan. Cried in the shower.

I told Meghan and Heather about this guy throughout the three days he went silent. Meghan has a number of really hot ideas involving some third male person. Heather is asexual but really really like the idea of live yaoi.

Dexy...Dexter hurt me, really badly. I tried anything for a few days to distract myself, the catfish, grindr, other guys I know from chat rooms. I over bared myself to them when I could just do that here and link it.

That leads me to:

If We Got Married No One Would Have to Change Their Last Names, Cartoonist Who Draws Like Me, Puppeteer Who Made a Way Better Puppet Than Me and I Love It and Other Reason Why I Might Be In Love With Isabella Bunny Bennett

A long time ago. And right now I’m pausing to see if I can find the thing...

Ok as far as I know it’s gone? Maybe I can get it from Linkara’s title card artist.

He and I interviewed Isabella back when she in the long ago times and it was one of the all time best conversations I had ever had in my life. She is bright and funny and clever and i’m crying again, what the...Ok I came back in twenty minutes later to fix this mess. I did start crying a little. It’s hard to remember it all but Bunny was so natural, we finished each other’s thoughts. I really wanted to talk forever. She’s so...shit literally crying...

This was a very long time ago, John was still in the band.I lost track and my internet presence took a nose dive. That will get many blogs.

Her twitter posts recently (Sept’17) are really lining up with how I feel.The normal places I thought I could meet someone online, are failing me. It’s frustrating, but I can do one thing at least. Flirt with Isabella. I flirt with art:

I got no context for this guy at the bottom...he didn’t get my context clearly.

Anyway

...

.....

...in the song Burning in the Stratosphere she makes a kissy noise and says...’I love you’ but at the beginning in a near whisper...chills. I wasn’t expecting it, really hadn’t visited the album it’s on til tonight.

I hope to talk more about Isabella in the future. I’m a chaos magician, so it’s likely to happen.

#bisexual #bi #puppet #cartoon #cartoonist #crushes #love

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noonachronicles · 7 years

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Angels and Demons Pt. 6

Choi Seunghyun/ TOP X Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Language, Smut

Moodboard by @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

"I lied to you.”

Seunghyun looked up from the artist profiles on his desk and pulled his reading glasses from his nose. He looked up at her, leaning against the door frame, in his old flannel robe. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to have to kill you now. It’s a shame, I really liked you.”

She laughed and made her way over to the desk and leaned against the edge beside him. He sat back in his chair and looked up at her, her hair falling softly around her face, the enticing curve of her lips.

“There must be something I can do to change your mind.” she said running her fingers gently over his sharp jaw.

He kissed her palm, “That depends on what the lie was.”

He watched curiously as her energy changed from playful to serious. “I’ve been trying to be like the cool girlfriend. Super chill about everything that’s going on in this crazy world that you’ve opened up to me.”

“And the truth?” he asked placing his long fingers on her hips.

She couldn’t help but run her hands through his freshly washed, thick dark hair as she smiled weakly. She didn’t want to cry, she didn’t want him to think she was weak and that she couldn’t handle being with him or the pressure of their relationship. However, when she thought about what she wanted to admit to him it made her emotional because the idea of losing him upset her greatly. “I’m scared.”

“You know I’ll never let anything happen to you, don’t you?”

“I’m not scared for me, Seunghyun. I’m scared for you. I heard what Seungri said about Jiyong’s plan. What does that mean? I don’t want to lose you, I can’t.”

He looked up at her in complete awe, “After everything you’re still not worried about you? How can you sit here and still be worried about me? You’re amazing. You’re the strongest woman I think I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not strong, I’m…” she hesitated, she didn’t want to say she was in love. She knew she was but she was paranoid, her concern was that as soon as she said it that he would be at more risk than ever before. “I care about you very much and caring makes you stupid. It makes you put others before yourself.”

“You’re stronger than you think. I don’t want you to worry. Remember that I will always come back to you.”

She nodded and rested her arms around his neck.

“Say it back to me. I want to make sure you understand.”

“You will always come back to me.”

“I will.” he said pulling her between his legs and sitting her down on his lap.

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips, his hand slipped comfortable into her hair.

“Come to bed.” she murmured between kisses.

His hand slipped down her neck and he cupped her breast, “I want you to cum right here, angel.”

She gasped at his directness before sucking his tongue in between her lip. She didn't stop kissing him as she stood up in front of him and dragged her pajama pants down her hip until they dropped to the ground around her ankles. He held her face in his hands, their tongues twisting together, as she pulled his pants off. Neither of them cared to waste time on foreplay. He was already hard, erection stiff and waiting for her as she climbed up onto his lap.

He dropped one hand between her thighs, “Are you wet- shit, do I do that to you?”

“Every fucking time.” she said helping him slip inside of her.

He leaned back in the oversized leather chair and held her hips as she lifted and then sunk back down onto him again and again. Hands on her hips he shoved her down onto his lap, guiding her so that she rolled her hips back and forth with him pressed deep inside of her. The friction they created together brought them both to euphoric levels. He nipped lightly against the skin of her neck as her nails dragged down the dress shirt that covered his back She could have sworn she heard him whisper, “I’m going to miss this”, but she thought she must have misheard. Too caught up in her unraveling orgasm. He leaned back and closed his eyes as she rode him through his own orgasm as well.

He could have fallen asleep just like that. With her arms wrapped around his neck, her steady heartbeat pressed against his. Her fingers sent tingles all over his scalp as she ran her hands through his hair.

“You’re beautiful.” she whispered leaving sweet kisses against his eyebrows.

He didn’t open his eyes, but he smiled, “Don’t think that sex and sweet talk will make me forget about your lies.”

She chuckled lightly as she moved off of his lap and put her pants back on. “Well, if you’re going to kill me, you’ll have to come to the bedroom because I’m going to bed now.”

“I’ll be up soon.” he promised as he watched her exit the study. It didn’t take him more than a moment to close his work folders and take off behind her.

It had taken almost a week for Jiyong to contact Seunghyun. The news of Seungri had traveled quickly so it concerned him that Jiyong waited so long to request a meeting. He’d placed extra security with his family and kept Y/N at his side at every possible moment. Clan families were required to check in every twenty-four hours and so far there had been no activity outside of the norm.

He leaned into the mirror in the hall and adjusted a piece of hair that had fallen out of place before walking into the bedroom. She had just been walking out of the en suite bathroom wrapped in a towel post-shower.

She smiled brightly at the sight of him, “I was just wondering,” she said curiously, “why do you keep the dresser when you have the entire walk-in closet?”

“Don’t.” he said snatching her hand away from the dresser drawer she was about to open. “It’s nothing, just don’t. Okay?”

She nodded, searching his face, “Of course. Where are you going all dressed up? Do you have a date?”

“Not with anyone special,” he grinned and kissed her hand.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

He pushed the wet tendrils from her face. “Not this time, angel. Stay here for me, stay safe, okay?”

“Should I be worried?” he shook his head, “I mean, I’m totally not so…”

“You’re a terrible liar.” he pulled her into his arms, not caring if his suit wrinkled, “I love you.”

She hadn’t said it back yet but he didn’t mind. He knew she had her reasons and he wasn’t going to push it. He was content with his love for her.

She took a deep breath in of his cologne, “Seunghyun, I-”

He pulled away from the hug just slightly, and looked down at her attentively.

“I...I was going to go to my studio tonight. Is that okay?”

He hid his disappointment well and considered her question. He figured that with the meeting planned for that evening she should be in less danger. The focus would be on that instead. “Let Minho and Jiwon take you. Straight there and straight back, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” she smirked and planted kiss on his cheek. “I’m going to get dressed. Please be safe tonight. I’ll miss you.”

He was gone by the time she had gotten ready. When she got downstairs the two young men that had been her personal bodyguards the past week or so were sitting next to each other on the couch laughing at something on Minho’s phone. They looked up cheerfully as she came into the room.

“You boys ready?” She asked pulling her jacket over her shoulders.

“Yes, Noona!” They said in unison jumping off the couch.

The young men enjoyed being her detail because she let them listen to whatever they wanted on the radio when they drove and as loud as they wanted. The few times that she had left home without Seunghyun, they had taken her. She often let them stop for food and treats and had once let them go to a movie while she hung out in the studio. They all knew that if Seunghyun ever found out they would all be in deep trouble but nothing had gone wrong yet, and she was certain if things were really so bad he wouldn’t let her out on her own anyway.

As they drove across town listening to the newest hip hop tracks, she pulled out her phone and sent Seunghyun a picture of her face squished into a tight kissy face. He sent her one back fairly quickly, a picture of him with his eyebrow raised in pure judgment. She sent another with crossed eyes and a droopy lip and asked him if he still loved her. She watched the three little dots appear and disappear on the screen until he texted back, ‘No’. After sending him a particularly unflattering picture of her faux ugly cry face he messaged back with ‘Lose my number, we’re breaking up.’

She rolled her eyes and looked up to see that they had made it to the studio. “Noona, would you like us to come in or wait out here?”

“Why don’t the two of you go pick us up some food, huh? I’ve been craving dumplings all day.” she said to Minho as Jiwon opened the door for her. The two of them shared a concerned look and she sighed, “I’m starving gentlemen, please? How many times have you left me here alone? I’ll be fine. Unless I starve to death that is...”

Jiwon smiled so cutely she could barely see his eyes and she pressed a palm against his cheek. “We’ll go, noona. It’ll be quick.”

“Thank you. I’ll call if anything goes wrong.”

Looking around the studio she realized how much she missed him. She’d gotten so accustomed to going everywhere with Seunghyun or with him coming with her. It was dark outside the windows already. She wondered if he’d eaten, where he was, who he was meeting with. Before him she craved isolation. Now, standing here without him, the only thing she craved was to be near him again.

Deciding against staying at the studio she started to fill a canvas bag with different materials that she might need. She already thought about the perfect spot back at the townhouse to set up her supplies and start the plans for her newest piece. Gathering supplies from her workbench she spotted a small white button. She bent down and picked it up, twisting the small piece of ivory plastic between her fingers as she reminisced about the first time they had been together. All of that seemed like years ago, not months.

When she stood back up she nearly jumped out of her skin. Jiyong was standing in the middle of her studio looking up at her sculpture. His hair was slicked back and he looked tiny draped in a heavy fur coat. His pants were blood red and his shoes glistened as if they had been dipped in vinyl.

“You’re an exceptional artist.” he mused, ignoring the scare he’d given her, “I can see why Seunghyun is attracted to you.”

“Can I help you?” she asked timidly taking a step backwards.

“I was thinking about commissioning a piece, if you wouldn’t mind. I’ll pay any price.” he said casually walking towards her, his hand trailing over her sculpture.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” she said searching her pockets for her phone, her eyes grazing over the room to see if she had left it out somewhere.

“Why not? Seunghyun? Is he not very supportive of you?” he looked like a snake in the grass, slithering towards her.

“He’s very supportive of me. It’s you he would have the problem with.” she stepped backwards bumping into a metal shelf, it’s contents shaking gently. She swallowed hard realizing she was now trapped between him and the wall.

His lips formed a pout as he made his way closer. “Have your friends been telling lies about me?

“I get the feeling that they really haven’t been lying at all.”

His pout turned into a grin “So, I would like a six foot tall, four foot wide oil painting. I’d like it to be just like this sculpture with the slightest change. Instead of the angel on top I want the demon to be the victor. Wouldn’t that be nice? What are your thoughts on underdogs?”

He was close now. His coat brushing against her arms. Her heart felt unsteady in her chest. If she lived past this moment Seunghyun was going to kill her for letting the boys leave her alone. He’d kill the boys and it would be her fault.

“Look at that fear.” He whispered dipping his face down to hers to really look deeply into her eyes. “It’s so beautiful. So raw.”

“Please…” she begged, “don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he asked dragging his nose up the length of her neck pressing a kiss behind her ear.

“Just don’t.” she whimpered as she felt his hands on her waist.

He smirked against her skin. She felt sick to her stomach. “That’s not specific enough, darling.”

#choi seunghyun scenarios #choi seunghyun smut #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #big bang scenarios #big bang smut #Angels and Demons #t.o.p. smut #t.o.p. scenarios

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