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icequeenbae · 8 months ago

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Boy Next Door (m) Ch.3 | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Warnings: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 5.3k (pt.3)

Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?

Chapter Masterlist [ongoing]: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)

Author’s note: Hiiii sweethearts!! I learned yesterday that my blog has earned 10k likes from you, so I decided that there was no better way to say thanks than to post part 3 of this story hehe Hope you like this little token of appreciation! 💕 And prepare thyselves, this is gonna be pretty intense 🔥🔥🔥

Tags: @bbh-net @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @lavnderluv @cupreoussyzygy @byunbaek-hyun-04

PART 3

‘I hate my life, Yu…’

‘Wow, haven’t heard that one before,’ your friend responded sarcastically.

‘I’m serious this time!’ You shrieked.

‘Stop yelling in my ear,’ she grumbled, shifting on the bed. ‘Your life sucks just ‘cause you’re too sensitive.’

You whined loudly, which couldn’t prevent her from continuing her lecture for the nth time.

‘I get that you were caught off guard. But who’s that chick to make such disgusting comments? I’m sure you looked hot as hell in his shirt, and she was jealous of you.’

‘Thanks, but you have no idea what she looked like…’

‘She probably isn’t even that pretty; you just thought she was in the spur of a moment. You get confused easily.’

‘No, I don’t! I can’t say her face is the prettiest I’ve seen, but she was dressed in expensive clothes, her hair seemed perfect, and she was skinny.’

‘Who cares? Is that why you’re not eating tteokbokki for the first time in your life??’

‘I’m not hungry,’ you groaned.

‘You’re always hungry! I’ve never seen you turn down street food! Can you at least eat the egg?’

‘Eat it yourself.’

Yuki gasped.

‘Are you sure you’re not terminally ill? Shall I call an ambulance?’ She asked and then shifted in place. ‘Or better yet… shall I call him?’

‘What? No!’ You almost pounced on your friend out of fear.

She was kidding, but you knew what she was capable of.

‘Y/N… It’s been a week. You can’t be avoiding him forever.’

‘I can. And I will.’

‘Come on! Why would you? It’s obvious from their convo that she isn’t his girlfriend, more like an annoying ex. If even that. Maybe she’s a stalker… So why are you retreating to your shell again?’

‘Because! What if she is his ex? I don’t think we’re exactly similar in any way, and if she is his type, then…’

‘Then what? Didn’t he mercilessly kick her out? So what exactly does she have on you?’

You sighed, turning away. It wasn’t that you were ugly or had low self-esteem. But people had their… preferences and beauty standards. And you imagined that guys like Baekhyun usually went for girls like her. Not the girls next door. It wasn’t as much about beauty as…

She just seemed more exciting. And you were anything but.

‘Just talk to him. Pretty sure the abundance of missed calls means that he wants to clear up the misunderstanding.’

‘Do you have soju?’

‘I’m not pouring you alcohol when you’ve been starving yourself for days! Besides, you have work tomorrow, don’t you?’

‘I thought I was the boring one,’ you grumbled, pouting at your friend.

Although you didn’t have a drop of anything, the next day at work was just as agonizing as the entire week prior. You were usually pretty happy about Fridays (with the whole weekend ahead), but you were in a sour mood this time. Going home meant getting anxious about running into your neighbor, and you hadn’t come up with what to tell him yet. So, the sooner the end of your working hours approached, the more uneasy you felt.

Baekhyun hadn’t tried calling or texting you today, and this was hardly a relief. Did he give up on you and your weird tantrums? Most likely. But then again, maybe it was for the best. This way, you wouldn’t have a chance to live in the world you’d imagined. At times, especially right before you went to sleep, you’d think back to the events of that day. And inevitably, the memories of the two of you making out on his couch would pop up in your head. Then the intruder barges in and looks down on you. Humiliating you with her comments in front of Baekhyun. Goosebumps marathoned across your body every time you recalled that. Especially your own pathetic reaction. Why didn’t you tell her off? Why did you suddenly feel so insecure?

Your desire to avoid going home was so strong that you ended up drinking with some of your colleagues at a bar. Secretly, you’d also hoped that alcohol would erase the unpleasant memories. And at least for a bit, you’d stop beating yourself up forever thinking you and Baekhyun could work. You were hurt many times when your exes left for someone, but the incident in his apartment was different. It was like a quick sneak peek into this situation, and you didn’t like how it made you feel. And it shouldn’t have affected you this way. You and Baekhyun weren’t even a thing.

But Yuki was definitely right about denying you access to alcohol. Too bad you were an adult with all the means to get as much of it as you desired.

‘Why is this button dancing around? It’s not supposed to move,’ you slurred out, unable to call the elevator. ‘Jinwoo-yah, it’s not working.’

‘Let me press it for you, Y/N-ssi.’

Your colleague leaned in, still holding you close to his side to prevent you from collapsing to the floor, and pressed the button. His ‘heroic’ action made you giggle.

‘Jinwoo-ya-ah, you’re the bestest!’

He snickered at your expressiveness and helped you inside the elevator.

‘Which floor?’

‘Thirteen.’ You giggled throughout the ride up, although you didn’t know what was funny about that number.

‘You’re in pretty bad shape, sunbae.’ He sighed, catching you when you almost tripped, walking out. ‘What’s your passcode?’

‘No-no-no!’ You shook your index finger in front of his nose. ‘I don’t tell all the pretty boys my passcode!’

Jinwoo looked at you helplessly, probably grasping that you were unable to actually press it in yourself.

And he was right. After about five minutes of you trying and failing, he suggested again.

‘Just tell me, and I’ll do it.’

‘Okay. It’s 3-2- no, 1-… 2-1-6… Wait. Was it?’ You were confused by your own thoughts now.

‘Y/N?’

You turned your head towards the voice.

‘Baekhyunie!’ You jumped on the spot and almost dropped yourself on the tile if not for your helpful colleague’s hands on your waist. ‘Do you remember my passcode? Jinwoo doesn’t know it…’

Baekhyun didn’t respond, scanning you and the man beside you.

‘What happened?’ He addressed the guy, earning a pout from you.

‘Our team was out, and she had too much soju on an empty stomach,’ he explained. ‘Tomorrow morning’s gonna be bad, so she should lie down ASAP. Do you know her passcode by any chance?’

‘No.’ Baekhyun answered. ‘But I’ll deal with her. You can go, thanks.’

Jinwoo was reluctant to let go of you.

‘Uh- wait. She’s really drunk. I don’t think I can just leave her-’

‘She’s been alone with me many times. Don’t worry about it.’ Baekhyun pierced your poor colleague with his eyes, gripping your waist.

‘Are you taking me home, oppa-yah? Can we make out on your couch again?’ You murmured, leaning into him.

‘Aish. You’re shameless.’ He chuckled, turning to Jinwoo, who was still by your side.

He was less sure that he needed to be there now.

‘I’ll… Uh- I’ll just go then. Take care!’ He blurted, nodding at Baekhyun before walking away.

‘Bye, Jin-jinwoo!’ You waved at him happily.

‘Come on in,’ Baekhyun shooed you into his apartment. ‘How did you even get this drunk…’

He crouched in front of you, helping you out of your shoes.

‘…and with a bunch of male colleagues, I’m sure. He can’t just leave you with me? Pfft!’ He kept grumbling as he almost carried you into the kitchen.

After making you drink some water, he brought you to the next destination – his bedroom.

‘Can you stand here while I change the sheets?’

‘No-ho!’ Your knees instantly grew weak, and you’d fall if not for Baekhyun’s hold.

‘Wow, your condition is worse than I thought. Let’s sit you down then.’

‘No! Don’t change them!’

He looked at you in bafflement.

‘You don’t want me to change the sheets?’

You closed your eyes, head too heavy to shake to indicate your answer.

‘I want… Baekhyunie’s sheets.’ You shoved him away, stumbling over nothing and falling onto his bed face first.

‘Y/N-ah…’ He sounded like he was about to scold you.

‘No. Baekhyunie’s sheets smell nice.’

‘The clean ones smell even nicer.’ He tried.

‘No. They don’t smell like oppa.’ You quipped, burying your nose in his pillow.

‘You like how oppa smells?’ He asked, lifting his eyebrows.

‘Yes. Comfy.’

‘Comfy?’

‘Yes. I like him. But he likes other type.’ You muttered in an injured tone.

‘Other type?’ He asked, sitting down on the bed next to you.

You ignored him at first, but he poked at your shoulder to get you to elaborate.

‘Mean skinny girls.’ You mumbled begrudgingly. ‘Not Y/N.’

‘You’re drunk. You should sleep,’ Baekhyun sighed, giving up on you.

He pulled the duvet from underneath your body to cover you with it. While he was busy tucking you in, you started sobbing.

‘Y/N? What is it, does anything hurt?’ He asked, voice growing alarmed from your sudden change of tune.

‘Why doesn’t oppa like me, though?’ You sniffled, hugging his pillow. ‘I know I’m not fun, but I like him so much…’

‘That’s just not true.’ He replied, stroking your hair gently. ‘Calm down. Sleep it off, and then we’ll talk, okay? Get comfortable, and I’ll take the couch.’

But you continued wetting his pillow with your drunken tears even more devotedly.

‘Are you gonna leave me alone? Is it because I’m not- You really don’t-’

‘Oh, Y/N…’

Baekhyun allowed you to tug him closer, basically lying down next to you. At once, you latched onto him, trading his pillow for his body without hesitation.

‘Don’t go,’ you bleated, holding onto him, head on his chest.

He sighed, arms slowly reciprocating your sudden embrace.

‘I’m not going anywhere, Y/N-ie. Oppa’s staying with you.’ He sounded reassuring, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

‘What if she comes again?’

‘No one will come.’

‘What if she does!’ You pressed.

‘Then I’ll tell her to go away. Because I like my Y/N-ie best,’ Baekhyun responded, and you could’ve only been more surprised if you were sober.

‘Me?’

‘Yes, you. Now, go to sleep, or I’ll relocate to the couch.’

‘No!’ With how sleepy you’d become, you were protesting to the latter rather than the former.

‘Shall I count to three?’

‘I’m asleep,’ you whispered, before adding in a tiny mischievous voice. ‘Oppa-yah.’

‘Tsk. Silly.’ He hummed softly, hugging you tighter.

It was warm and secure in Baekhyun’s arms. Comfy. You’d never dozed off so quickly and so peacefully.

***

The next morning was rough. No, it was brutal.

Took you several hours to simply wake up. On the first go, you couldn’t bring yourself to even open your eyes. It was still early, and your head hurt so much… Yelping like a puppy, you sank deeper into the sheets, breathing in more of the calming scent. Somehow, it lulled you right back to sleep.

The second time around though, you did fully wake. Although not for long: only long enough to notice a cup of water and a single pill that Baekhyun had already left for you on top of the nightstand. Taking a few gulps to wash it down, you dropped back and blacked out again.

By the third time you opened your eyes, the sun was so high in the sky that you could tell even though the curtains were closed. Your head was heavy, and your mouth tasted awful, but the headache was gone. Taking your time, you looked around the room, recalling how you got into, what you realized was, Baekhyun’s bed.

You sat up cautiously, rubbing your eyes to wake fully before noticing that your fingers were turning black.

‘Ah damn, my makeup!’ You cursed, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.

It was decided on the spot that you needed to move your bones to the bathroom before Baekhyun saw you in your hungover glory.

‘You just had to end up at his house,’ you gritted at yourself, walking to the bathroom door shakily.

Locking yourself in, you evaluated your appearance in the mirror.

‘Jesus Christ. My face is enormous!’

You almost cried. Did you have to look this awful? Surely, Baekhyun took notice of your extreme swelling and panda-inspired ruined mascara and left the bed as soon as possible.

‘Don’t go.’ Yesterday’s events were gradually coming back to you, brick by brick.

Did you beg him to stay in bed with you? He must have found you laughable. How could you even look him in the eye ever again?

You washed up as thoroughly as possible. As if any amount of face rubbing could decrease its puffiness to a bearable extent. Well, at least you got the remnants of your makeup off.

Unwilling to risk running into Baekhyun like this, you decided to be an audacious guest and use the shower, too. After all, you were sure you wouldn’t leave the apartment unnoticed. This way, you’d at least postpone the inevitable.

However, your oblivion only lasted long enough for you to finish up. Because as soon as you opened the door, you were met with the person you wanted to avoid at all costs.

‘God!’ You were startled and caught off guard.

‘It’s just me,’ Baekhyun shrugged, trying to ease the tension with a joke.

‘I- I’m sorry. For the inconvenience…s. I’ll be out of your hair in a second.’

You hurried to gather your things, but his hand prevented you from taking another step.

‘Why are you always fussing around?’ He asked, raising his eyebrows.

Unsure how to answer, you stayed silent. Baekhyun chuckled, thinking something to himself. Before you could ask what it was, he cleared his throat.

‘Let’s have breakfast. I made ramyeon; it’s great for hangovers.’

‘Uh- but-’

‘Do you have somewhere to be?’ He asked with an eye smile.

He was definitely amused. Probably because of your reprehensible performance yesterday.

‘Come on, you need to replenish your energy. Do you feel nauseous or dizzy?’

You muttered ‘no’ shyly, and he nodded.

‘Good. Let’s go then.’

While being dragged into the kitchen, you could only swear at yourself in your mind for your life choices.

‘I boiled a couple of eggs for you too. Do you want kimchi?’

You shook your head, frankly quite blown away by his forethought. He gave you a full bowl of noodles, placing the pot in the middle of the table.

‘Dig in.’

‘Thank you.’ Grabbing your chopsticks, you followed his suggestion.

Surprisingly, the ramyeon was spicy.

Slurping the noodles quickly, you realized how hungry you actually were. The bowl became empty in just a couple minutes.

‘Wow, I guess making four servings was the right choice,’ Baekhyun mused, removing the lid. ‘Have more.’

In the back of your mind, you still wondered why he made spicy ramyeon for you when he couldn’t eat spicy food that well himself.

Your second bowl went slower than the first, so you noticed how he observed you.

‘What?’ You asked, chewing on the egg.

‘Nothing,’ he smiled. ‘You’re eating well.’

You lowered your chopsticks, thinking about what he’d said. It was your first big and unhealthy meal this week, now that you were thinking of it. And maybe it was a good idea to slow down.

‘Why did you stop?’ Baekhyun asked, looking concerned.

Forcing out a small smile, you turned to him.

‘You’re right, I should cut down on it anyways.’

‘That’s not what I said,’ Baekhyun frowned, putting his chopsticks down. ‘But now I’ve come to think of it, that colleague of yours said something yesterday, too. That you drank on an empty stomach. Why?’

‘No reason,’ you mumbled, suddenly interested in the color of the broth.

He took his time inspecting your face, and you tried to ignore it.

‘Don’t tell me… Is it because of what she said?’

You dropped a chopstick you were still holding into your bowl with a loud clank, almost jumping out of your skin. How did he come to that conclusion? Were you that easy to figure out? Maybe you said something yesterday… What could that be?

‘I can literally read your thoughts on your face,’ Baekhyun sighed. ‘You really are silly, Y/N-ah…’

You pouted, saying nothing to this. Because you didn’t know what to say and also because you weren’t sure what he meant.

‘Hm. No one asked me, but… I like a girl with a healthy appetite,’ he said, tilting his head slightly to the side while his eyes kept watching you closely.

Meeting his gaze, you swallowed. The spicy ramyeon was making you sweat.

‘Makes me think she has a healthy appetite for everything. You know?’

Turning crimson, you bit down on your lower lip.

‘Now, you decide whose opinion resonates with you,’ Baekhyun added lightheartedly, returning to his meal as if nothing happened. ‘Wah, should’ve added cheese to it…’

Reluctantly, you picked up your chopsticks.

‘Can’t let it get soggy,’ you said unintelligibly.

Baekhyun gurgled out a laugh before slurping more of his noodles.

The day went by unfathomably fast since you had only finished your ‘breakfast’ in the late afternoon. Your neighbor’s hospitality made you feel at home (as usual), and you were already used to hanging out in his apartment for hours. And although you were too embarrassed to even think of looking Baekhyun in the eye, it had all cleared up somehow. He even managed to seduce you into staying for a few hours longer.

Most of that time you spent chilling on the couch, reducing his lemon ice-cream stock while he played video games. Which you enjoyed watching, actually. Despite having no clue about how to play them or what the goal was, you liked to be around when he played. He always seemed so focused and relaxed at the same time. You could tell that he was good at it, and he always made sure to win whenever you were watching.

However, by the time he was done, you noticed it was pretty late already.

‘Damn, I’m overstaying my welcome by far. You’re a perfect host,’ you chuckled sheepishly, scrambling off the couch to head to his bedroom to change back into your clothes and go home.

‘You can stay as long as you like. I don’t mind,’ Baekhyun murmured, following in your steps.

‘I can’t stay in your apartment forever, can I?’ You mused, turning to face him.

‘Can’t you?’ He deadpanned, approaching you steadily.

You searched his face in puzzlement, and he didn’t stop moving closer until there was less than half an arm’s length between your bodies.

‘What if you do?’ He asked softly, backing you into the wardrobe door. ‘You wanted oppa to stay with you yesterday. Aren’t you going to return the favor?’

He was referring to your drunken ravings, you were sure. Your cheeks heated up, and you swallowed to soothe your dry throat. Baekhyun was so close, and you had to hold yourself back to keep your hands off of him, his messy hair, broad shoulders, and loose sweats.

‘I wonder if you only said that because you were inebriated… Or…’ He trailed off, leaning on the door behind you.

‘Stop…’ You whispered, unable to withstand his slow seduction.

Baekhyun paused, a breath away from your face, and straightened up slightly, allowing more space between you.

‘… beating around the bush.’ You finished, firmer this time, and looked up at him.

There was no need to ask him to do anything. He pressed his lips to yours with zero hesitation, and you were ready to welcome his initiative. Sliding your palms up his arms, you squeezed and hugged his shoulders, using them for balance. Baekhyun’s hands pulled you closer until your body was flat against his, and you could feel the heat of his skin on yours through the fabric of your (actually, his) shirt.

He groaned into the kiss as you slipped one hand under his clothes to trace your fingers from his lower back. The muscles flexed under your touch, and you felt more pressure against your chest. He pushed you into his body firmly, and you couldn’t think of anything but how much you wanted this to be skin-to-skin contact.

Baekhyun, as if reading your mind, backed away just to allow you to roll his shirt up and get it off. Your eyes examined his bare waist greedily, memorizing each line and each mole. He interrupted you by occupying your mouth again, and you let him do as he pleased, trailing your palms down his chest. Happy to investigate, you allowed your fingers to wander around everywhere, exploring his beautiful body.

As your hands reached his lower abdomen, however, you were interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone in his pants pocket.

‘Damn it.’ He cursed under his breath, almost pissed off by the unnecessary pause. ‘Hold that thought.’

He looked at the screen and sighed, seeing that the number was unknown.

‘Yes, hello?’ He responded, voice mildly annoyed.

Someone spoke on the other end, and he frowned.

‘Who is this?’

Baekhyun fell silent for a couple seconds and then rolled his eyes.

‘How did you get my number?’

The caller’s voice was faint, but it seemed familiar… Was it that woman again?

Suddenly, you were straining your ears to hear what she was saying.

‘…couldn’t enter, and I brought dinner for us!’

She did what?!

You looked at Baekhyun, who stepped away and turned his back to you.

‘I’m not sure why you thought it was a good idea. But I did blacklist you in my apartment complex because you enjoy invading my privacy.’

At least your neighbor didn’t want her here; that was a relief. What bothered you was that he was still on the phone with her. In his bedroom, half-naked, and with you on hold. In your mind, this wasn’t at all an ideal scenario.

And tonight, you were in the mood to make it known.

So, you crawled into bed and took his shirt off, crumpling it into a ball of fabric and throwing it at his back. Baekhyun turned around, finding the item on the floor and staring at it momentarily. His eyes darted up to discover that you were in his bed, almost fully naked, with just the blanket held up to your chest covering you. His tense expression promptly changed into one of playful anticipation.

‘Um- I’m busy right now. Please go home and don’t bother me again. Bye.’

He said the last word with his knee on the bed, and you snatched his phone out of his hand as soon as he ended the call. Picking up exactly where you’d left off, you resumed kissing, only to be interrupted by the buzz of his phone on the pillow again. You growled in irritation.

‘Let me block her.’ Baekhyun said, kissing your neck while reaching for the device.

But you grabbed it first.

‘Are you desperate, or is your hearing impaired? Stop calling him.’

Ending it before she could say anything, you quickly blocked the number, switched the sound off, and got rid of his phone. Turning back, you noticed Baekhyun’s unyielding gaze.

‘What?’ You barked.

‘Nothing,’ he shook his head, seemingly holding back a smile. ‘I’m just surprised.’

‘By?’

‘How vicious you are when you’re jealous. In a sexy kind of way.’

You huffed, reasoning with him like a five-year-old would.

‘I’m not jealous! She can’t set foot in the area, and I freaking live next door.’

‘Right.’

His teasing tone made you even more determined, so you pushed him down to lie on his back, and got on top.

‘What do I need to be jealous of? I got you right here.’

‘Oh yeah, you got me good.’

Spurred on further, you narrowed your eyes at your mildly infuriating neighbor before finding his pants and ripping them off of him. Just to realize that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Meanwhile, Baekhyun wasn’t at all fazed by your brazen actions. In fact, he was noticeably aroused by them, which you could tell from the way he watched you with half-lidded eyes.

‘Now what?’ He asked, still lying down comfortably and enjoying the show. ‘Gonna ride me raw?’

‘Yes.’ You shot out without thinking, earning an eyebrow raise from him, and settled on his thighs. ‘Gonna keep mocking me?’

‘Yes.’ He mirrored, long fingers traveling up your thighs to get a good hold of your hips and push you down slightly.

The friction between your bodies made him hiss, the thin and slightly damp fabric of your panties grazing over his bare cock.

‘Shit, Y/N.’

It was finally your turn to be smug.

‘I thought you didn’t swear in front of ladies?’

He let out a short laugh, letting you know he was onto you.

‘I actually swear a lot,’ he admitted, smirking at you as he continued. ‘When I’m angry, when I’m surprised… When I really wanna fuck Y/N.’

You dragged your hips over his in retaliation, causing him to grunt. His hands made your movements more confident and consistent, and you could feel the glide of his skin with your core as you moved back and forth. It was pleasant, but you knew it would be much better without that last layer between you.

While you were thinking it through, Baekhyun’s eyes were glued to your body. One of his hands reached for your breast to squeeze lightly, testing your sensitivity, and you put your palm on top of it to ensure he wouldn’t retract.

‘You’re so… soft,’ he stated, chest flailing. ‘Does it hurt?’

‘No. My breasts aren’t overly sensitive to that type of touch. Ow!’ You instantly reacted when he pinched you.

‘Your nipples seem sensitive to me,’ he hummed, tugging you close enough to kiss your exposed nub quickly. ‘What type of touch, though… Maybe this?’

A quick lick made you whine, startled by the explosion of warmth in your lower belly. However, Baekhyun quickly caught on to your reactions, so he opted to suck your perky nipple into his mouth to fondle it gently. You shivered, fingers diving into his hair and pulling at the roots.

‘Mm, Baekhyun-n-’ He ignored your cry, tongue still swirling around the tiny area while his eyes studied your face. ‘God- damn you.’

He released it slowly, licking his sufficiently wet lips afterward.

‘Shall I move on to the other one?’ He inquired with a ghost of a smile on his face, noting how quickly he was making you disintegrate with simple petting.

‘Wait!’ You pressed on his chest to have him lie back.

The further delay seemed impossible. Reaching down, you quickly moved your panties out of the way and pressed the tip of his fully hard cock to your leaking entrance. Your fingers were instantly slick with your own arousal, and Baekhyun could only groan as he slipped inside you effortlessly. His hips jerked voluntarily, and you yelped at the intense yet welcomed sensation.

‘Sorry… Couldn’t help it.’ Your lover’s hand patted your thigh apologetically, and you shook your head.

‘Just- give me a second,’ you muttered, clenching down on him. ‘It’s been a while…’

He stroked your thigh up and down for a bit, probably reining his desires in. You could feel the twitch of his length in a tight lock of your walls.

Seeing something in your eyes, Baekhyun moved to sit up with you still in his lap. You met him halfway, finding his lips already waiting for yours. The kiss was deep and slow, accompanied by the caress of his hands on your back and waist. You were so consumed by it that you didn’t even notice when your hips started rocking.

But your hunger grew exponentially, and just minutes later the leisured pace couldn’t keep you satisfied anymore.

‘Baekhyun,’ you whined, too overwhelmed and loved-up in your chase after pleasure.

Holding on to his firm shoulders, you threw your head back. He continued pressing kisses into the damp skin of your chest, kneading your ass with one of his hands simultaneously. The position wasn’t the most convenient, but the affection you received was worth every strain on your muscles.

‘Baekhyun, please…’ You sobbed the anticipation building and slipping out of grasp again.

Somehow, he understood what your plea implied. It was time for him to take charge, and you were ready to give him the opportunity to do so.

And it seemed like he was only waiting for the opening.

Your partner was quick to fling you onto the bed. Before you knew it, your panties were on the floor, and he was between your legs, spreading them wider. His first thrust made you whimper with its steadiness and intensity, and so did the second and the third.

‘I got you, baby.’ His voice seemed lower, void of teasing now and laced with fondness and passion.

‘Mmh-’ You arched your back, thighs quivering in pleasure around his middle.

‘Fuck,’ he swore, enduring your tightness and going hard to bring you to your release as fast as possible. ‘Fuck, Y/N-ie…’

‘B-Baekhyun…’ You hiccupped while he reached the spots inside you that made your eyes roll backward. ‘I’m close…’

Your hand slipped down his sweaty back, and the pounding became so precise that you felt tears prick your eyes.

‘Mm-baby, you need to come,’ Baekhyun growled into your ear, breathing heavily. ‘You’re too fucking tight.’

Shrieking as if in pain, you clawed at his shoulder to keep him in place, still teetering on the edge of your release.

‘Ah- yes, yes,’ You cried out as he gave you his all, bottoming out each time, sweat running down his face. ‘Baekhyun!’

His hold on you became rigid while you writhed through your high. He slowed down and kept jerking his hips forward to allow you to milk every drop of your pleasure until you couldn’t take it anymore. Both of your breathing was loud and labored, and it took you some time to be fully reinstated in reality. Slowly, the sensory feedback deciphered, and you noticed how sweaty you were. It was also still slick and swollen between your legs. In fact, you seemed to all be covered in bodily fluids, but that couldn’t detract from your level of satisfaction.

‘Wow,’ you heard Baekhyun say from beside you. ‘I really risked it all for this. Hey, was it worth it?’

You blinked at him several times, brain too slow to catch his meaning.

‘Your orgasm,’ he added, snorting at your absentmindedness. ‘I barely managed to pull out on time.’

Smiling weakly at his statement, you licked your dry lips.

‘I’m glad you have so much more willpower than me…’ You flinched as he wiped his cum off your lower belly before pulling the covers over you.

‘What willpower? I’ve never had so little.’ Baekhyun hummed, moving closer to you and invading your pillow. ‘I don’t have sex without condoms. And I generally last longer, but you almost made me bust a nut before you.’

‘Oh damn, I feel special,’ you chuckled, loving how his fingers caressed your face while brushing your hair back.

‘You are, Y/N-ie,’ he murmured, leaning in and kissing you. ‘I assume round two is for later?’

‘Later??’

‘I’ll give you till morning,’ he suggested playfully.

‘I need to shower first. And rest.’

‘Why do all that when you can just come again?’

‘Stop talking like that, or I will marry you.’ You fired at him, squirming under the influence of his affectionate touching.

‘Great thinking. Then I won’t have to pull out.’

You gasped, causing him to laugh.

‘It’s alright. We’re only a bit too young to become parents. But you know, my hyung was younger than me when he became a father. That was by accident, though.’ He paused for a second. ‘Come to think of it, I’m not a big expert on pulling out, so who knows how it’s gonna-’

‘Baekhyun?’

‘Hm?’

‘Shut up.’

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A/N: Okay, here goes!! Just another installment left to finish this mini-series, how are we feeling?? Hehe As usual, big thanks for your messages and comments, I appreciate all of the feedback from you my darlings💜💜💜

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Previous CH: -ɴᴏᴛᴇ- /// ✎ 00 ✉ /// ✎ 01 ✉ /// ✎ 02 ✉ /// ✎ 03 ✉ /// ✎ 04 ✉ /// ✎ 05 ✉ /// ✎ 06 ✉ /// ✎ 07 ✉ /// ✎ 08 ✉ /// ✎ 09 ✉ /// ✎ 10 ✉ /// ✎ 11 ✉ /// ✎ 12 ✉ /// ✎ 13 ✉ ///

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"Haa, Papa is now always with Sylvia. He doesn't go horseback riding with me anymore."

Hearing Aida grumble made you laugh while also making you grateful that fucking Gwen didn't fetch her like he always does.

As of now, you three are on your way to the library, as Aisha wanted to show you a book that interested her and wanted for you to read it as well or perhaps hear some opinion of it.

"No wonder you were so willing to come here and read books with me and Lady Y/N." Aisha chuckled and was now asking you what book you wanted to read first.

To which you simply replied "Hm... I don't know; you pick." Aisha was about to decline and suggest how you should pick it: on your own, as it will be more interesting that way. just like how she keeps discovering other books.

Only to get cut off by Aida's exclaiming her emotions, "I don't want to read books! It's just an older sister and a friend wanting to spend time with her younger sister and best friend. Isn't that right Y/N" Aida said, glancing at you, who was then waiting for your reply.

Smiling at her, you then said, "That's correct, but if you want to ride a horse, I can ride it with you."

"Oh! Now that you mention it, I remembered how you fly with one."

"I think you meant how majestic Lady Y/N is when riding one." When Aisha heard what she said, she quickly coughed, covering her embarrassed face, but in return, she got a 'thank you' from you.

"It's the same thing," Aida laughed as her sister exposed herself. Despite the fact that they saw you as one of them, they still admired you.

With the way you care for them, support them in whatever they do, and, more importantly, with your appearance. Who wouldn't admire that beauty?

It's like puppy love; there's nothing wrong with that.

"..Anyway, I just hope you don't find it boring here, Sister," Aisha said, glaring at Aida, who keeps teasing her.

You also laughed, but deep down you wanted to excuse yourself so you could use this time to find the book, and some parts of you are still irritated that some event like this happens on the day of your upcoming escape.

Instead of learning the book on how to finally escape this madness story, only to be standing here, greeting Sein.

"Hello, Ladies."

"Eh~ Sein, what are you doing here?" Aida said, jogging toward him.

"I borrowed a book from here the other day. I'm here to return it." He simply said.

Even though you know what his true intention is, you still can't help but think of the book he said he simply wanted to return.

As they're busy talking to one another, here you are with your mind circling with questions and cautions toward him to the point that your mind wondered of at the last event,

'Is it the book that he's holding when speaking to Aisha at that time? But didn't he return it when he rode the horse?'

'Did he find that book and simply return it?' You wanted to laugh at what you thought in the last part; knowing him, he would read it right away. Thus, because of this, the question is now piling up.

But if he did return it, the only question is:

'where did he put it?'

Though you could ask him which book he's returning, but the way he keeps glancing back at you, waiting for you to say anything, you can't help but scoff at this.

'He found it, didn't he?'

You only snapped out of it when Aisha began whispering beside you. "Lady Y/N? Are you okay?" Now that you glanced at her, she wore a worried expression.

"Ah, yes... I think I just need some fresh air. Don't mind me, continue what you're discussing" and before the three could question you, you quickly sprint away from the library, leaving a worried, interested expression behind.

"Is everything fine with Lady Y/N?" Sein is the first to break the silence.

"I hope so; she's been like this since yesterday..." Aida then sighs, worried in her tone, "Poor Y/N, I would be too if it was me."

"Why? Did something happen?" Sein asks, glancing at the door where you took off.

"We don't know if it's true...But, we heard Madam Sylvia and Lady Lisa talking about marriage and the possibility that it could be Lady Y/N's future spouse," Aisha said, irritation visible in her tone. Because of that, her friend has been acting this way, and she hates it.

Aida nodded. "...Though I hate the fact that Y/N would marry someone one day and leave us, but... if she's going to marry one of you three," Aida then realizes something. "Then! I think I would be fine with that! Because she will be our sister-in-law, right, Aisha?"

Aisha can't help but exhale, and though her sister wasn't wrong, she wanted to tell Aida that they're still testing Sylvia, which does not yet determine if Sylvia and the sons will stay forever. But as Aida said, it's like they're picturing that they finally accept the family.

"That is, dear sister, "if" Madam Sylvia passed our test. Remember?"

"Oh, right. Hehe~ hmm, I plan to play with Y/N but right now she needs some alone time, why don't we three play it instead? And if you don't like the game, we can play something else~"

"I apologize, Miss Aida; I have to go learn piano. I'll be taking my leave first." Sein bowed, excusing himself.

"Alright, see you, Sein. / see you." Aida and Aisha said at the same time bidding Sein away.

"See you, ladies."

With that, Sein made his way out, leaving the twins to do what they came for in the first place. Aida, who was watching Sein the whole time, only broke her gaze to move toward her sister, who was taking out some books to give them to Lady Y/N.

As she didn't get the chance to pick one, and because of this... Aisha remembered how Lady Y/N told her to pick it up for her.

"Aisha, Sein is so pretty~ I've never thought of a man being that pretty!"

"You saw Lady Y/N brothers right, aren't they pretty too?"

"Your right~ but I think Sein is much prettier."

"Hmm, if you're using the word "prettier" to describe him... then who do you think is beautiful? You or him?"

"Uh... I think I'm prettier, but—if the word is beautiful. Y/N would get that."

"Your not wrong, Lady Y/N is indeed like Lady Lisa's rumor is."

"Rumor? And that is?"

"That Lady Lisa is a descendant of the goddess Aphrodite, and how it will pass the title to Lady Y/N, but I think they're being childish," Aisha said picking out another book from the shelves.

"Hehe~ why?"

"Let's face it, Aphrodite is indeed beautiful, but Lady Y/N is not witty, self-absorbed, cunning, or jealous of those who are more beautiful than her."

"Your right! Y/N doesn't have that single thing; only beauty, kindness, and bravery!"

Aisha chuckled as she remembered how you looked like you were flying when you rode the horse, and with that speed, it could send someone literally flying, but you held it in one place.

Not only did it impress and scare the twins, but the people who saw it had the same expression. Aisha wondered what the brothers and Madam Sylvia would look like when they saw it.

'I can't wait for that to happen.

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As the twins are still busy talking to one another, and Sein left for his piano lesson. Carlo is doing what he does, and here you are, beside Nemo at the staircase, gazing at the plants and evening sky.

Even though you feel like Sein found them, knowing Sein, a person will get under your skin. He's only acting like that to see some reaction from you, like how Aisha and Aida kept acting toward Madam Sylvia.

Unfortunately for him, you have tough skin that no one else can penetrate. but you.

You did plan to be in the garden looking for the said book, hoping Sein only said those words to get into your skin, but the servant told you that it was still under construction, and with that said, it left you no other choice but to sigh.

You did intend to return to the library. But seeing Nemo all alone, you thought otherwise.

Nemo, who already used to be alone, was surprised when he saw Miss Y/N walking toward him and now sitting near him. He thought it was one of the twins' pranks to get you to sit next to him and made fun of him.

Though you have never done that, Nemo is just being cautious. Reading his body language, you couldn't help but sigh and then chuckle.

"???"

"Don't be afraid; it's just me. No twins or pranks will happen... though I can give you some advice if you want one."

"... It's fine, um... Why are you here? Not that, you're not allowed! ... It's just that this is new for me."

"Oh, do you want me to leave you be?" You only chuckled again once he stopped you from getting up.

"I'm sorry; I was just teasing you. Ehem, so. Why is this new for you?" Even though you already knew the answer, you wanted Nemo to get comfortable with you, and right now, he's almost there.

"...I'd rather not say, sorry."

"Why are you sorry? There is nothing to be sorry for; it's your life. You don't need to apologize."

"I-I thought it was rude not to answer you..."

"Well, it's not; remember this. You don't have to apologize just because you have to... You only apologize if you need to. See the difference?"

As Nemo was now looking at you, confusion was plastered all over his face.

You still continued "In simple terms, it's your right to refuse to answer the question, and don't feel sorry for not answering it; the one who needs to apologize is the person asking the question."

"So, sorry."

"It's fine... and I think I somehow get it? Haha" Hearing Nemo laugh is one trait that indicates that he's starting to feel comfortable around you.

As for Nemo, he was right—this person beside him is different from the people he meets. Not only was she kind and didn't act like she was forced to talk to him, but the way her words comforted him, and he needed that today.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For the words and your presence... I needed it today."

"Hmm," you hum, giggling as Nemo was now hiding once he heard his words, only to relax but with a face still covered with pinkness.

Nemo then cleared his throat, "W-what about you?" Glancing at you, his pink face was replaced by a worried expression as he noticed your sudden silence.

"Can I tell you something?" You continued once Nemo nodded, clearly nervous at what the next word you let out only to sigh in relief as it's nothing too serious but he can't help but tilt his head.

"I don't belong here." As you said these words, you felt like the heavyweight in your chest had been lifted; it relieved you.

"...Of course you're not; you're from the Pellerelis..." You only chuckled at Nemo's remark. Glancing at his confused look, you continued again.

"That is true, but what I'm saying is that I'm not from here, nor am I from the Pellereli's residence... I'm from far, far away, where things that are hard today are easy there."

"...Like, what?"

"Like we don't need to send letters to loved ones and friends and then wait an entire day for them to be returned. Where I'm from, people can easily talk to them only using one item. One item that contains all the books in the library, One item that can know what the history was and an upcoming history."

"...That doesn't sound bad..."

"Right? Haha."

"...Miss Y/N, why are you sharing this with me? Shouldn't you say this to Miss Aisha or Miss Aida?"

Why did you? That was now on your mind. Maybe because you feel some comfort with him? Or that you appear to feel the same way he does right now.

Or maybe something else that you still don't know.

"... I don't know, sorry." You said it in a tone indicating that you were still not sure, with a hint of a frown now visible on your smiling face. And when Nemo returned your words back to you, you couldn't help but crack a genuine smile.

"That's right. Thank you for reminding me."

"I-it's fine. If you need to share more... I'm here to listen" Nemo then stood up, holding his hand in front of you, smiling as he said the next words, "Because I'm good at those."

"I'll take note of that, but you're also good at painting." As you took his hand to stand up, you supported yourself as well as Nemo, who doesn't have that strength.

And as you and Nemo continued talking while going back,

Just behind you two at the door, hiding in a shadow and listening to the whole conversation, they quickly walked away as they didn't want to get caught.

The question now is, "Who are they?" Why are they there? After hearing that, did something change in their perspective toward you?

Who knows? Only time will tell.

╰┈➤ ❝ [✎ To be continued 🕮 ] ❞

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NEW CHAPTERS: SCHEDULE OF UPLOADING

Sequel for the next chapter

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 4 years ago

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

#you ask i answer #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #ktk fic rec #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #mob!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve #dark!steve x reader #stucky x reader #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #mob!sebastian stan #mob!sebastian stan x reader #mob!chris evans

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Years of reckless actions had taught her that while she was 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 , & in recent years couldn't stay dead … It didn't mean that she didn't still 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 from time to time . Sometimes , even enough to knock her down for count a little bit . Part of it was that familial reckless nature , but it was also partially her own way of being able to feel alive . As much as is hurt , waking up in a hospital bed felt 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 better than waking up after dying . Waking up next to someone who cared about you … That was even better .

Words sit with her for a moment , before a 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅 at the idea of a much needed bout of time off . As much as they don't want to admit it … They both really did need a vacation . Maybe this really was a wake up call . Anya sat up in their bed , 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 when a few broken ribs protested their movements . ❝ I think you might be right about that one . ❞ They breathed a steady breath . ❝ Maybe we'll even leave the work phones at home . Wouldn't that be a change in character . They'd never expect it . ❞

THE MISSIONS WOULD GET TOUGHER & TOUGHER. marcus knew the life of an agent was never boring & being able to DO THE RIGHT THING without being questioned or judged for it. marcus was on a mission with anya; tracking down and putting an end to some of the russian mafia's operations within europe. his palms held onto a set of binoculars as he scouted out for any activity from their makeshift hq; which was a lavish hotel room. his brown hues would glance for a moment at @drekkavac. " hey anya. quick question. do you think we should have a proper vacation when this is over? "

with one hand, he would pick up his half eaten sandwich filled with layers of nicely sliced pastrami, his pearly whites tearing through the meat with ease. as he gulped down the pieces he was eating. " you were right about the sandwich though, hadn't eaten in a few days. " he would take a sip of water, clearing his palette as he placed down the binoculars & checked the data transfer from a hard drive he had recovered hours early. " transfer's nearly done too. you looked great in that dress the other night. "

#║▌ THE UNBAPTIZED CHILD RISEN FROM THE GRAVE. // IC.#║▌ BEAUTIFUL IS BORING. // CH. 04.#v. marvel.#renownedagent

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BARTERED BRIDE - Chapter 4

Ch 04 - Lunch Meeting

Kim Namjoon is a ruthless financier used to buying and selling stocks, shares and priceless artifacts. But now Namjoon has his eye on a very different acquisition - Park Han Byeol. Left destitute by her father's recent death, Han Byeol walks into Namjoon's bank looking to extend her overdraft. As Han Byeol needs money and Namjoon needs a wife, he proposes the perfect deal: he'll rescue her financially if she agrees to marry him. But in this marriage of convenience can Han Byeol ever be anything more than just a bartered bride?

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"I nearly kept you waiting," said Namjoon. "I came back from the bank at eleven to go run in the park. As I was coming home I saw an old man on a bench who was obviously in need of medical attention. That held me up."

"Do you run everyday?" Han Byeol asks.

"I try to. Are you a runner?"

Han Byeol shook her head. "I play tennis and ski. I don't do work-outs."

He slanted an appraising glance at her figure. Today, in place of a black suit, she was wearing a designer outfit bought on a holiday in Italy. It consisted f a fine jersey-knit top in lilac, a waistcoat in violet, and swirling chevron-striped skirt combining those colors with pink and pale pistachio-green. The audacious color combination was perfect with Han Byeol's dark hair and brown eyes. "You look in great shape," he remarked. "But people in desk jobs like mine need some kind of fitness regime to stave off the bad effects of a sedentary lifestyle. Come and sit down. What would you like to drink before lunch?"

She remembered his remark about the wine she had been drinking when he forced his way in the previous evening. Was he one of those people who drank only mineral water and made everyone who didn't feel on a lower plane? Han Byeol had no intention of allowing him to intimidate her. "A Campari and soda, please," she said firmly.

Namjoon said to the butler, who had been following them at a discreet distance, "A Campari for Miss Park and my usual, please, Curtis." With a silent inclination of the head, the butler withdrew.

"Let's sit over here, shall we?" Namjoon steered her towards a group of comfortable chairs near one of the windows. "Have you finished your packing?"

"Almost"

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep, she had worked on it till long past midnight. At half past nine this morning a dealer whom she had ought a lot of furnishings had come round to buy them back. Luckily Han Byeol had paid for them out of her bank account. Although the money in it had come from her father, technically they were her property, not his. As soon as his business had been forced into receivership, everything her father had owned, including the family home belonged to his business creditors. But the cash the dealer had handed her could go in her pocket. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing if, when Namjoon spelt out the terms of his trade off marriage, she found that she couldn't accept them. Looking up at the elegant cornice around the ceiling and the two crystal chandeliers, their chains swathed with coral tassels at the tops of the heavy cream curtains.

"Are you interested in architecture?" He sounded faintly surprised.

"Sometimes."

The butler came back with their drinks, hers a slight more vivid red than the coral linen slipcovers on some of the sofas, Namjoon's colorless except for a twist of lemon floating among the ice cubes. It could be in or vodka, or it could straight mineral water. Namjoon said, "This was my grandparents' house. My paternal grandmother still lives here when she's not staying with her daughters". I moved here when my father died. We had been living in Ilsan. I have an apartment near Gangnam but I thought you would feel more comfortable being entertained in the main house," he added with a gleam of amusement. After a slight pause, he added "I shall move out when I marry. The province is better for children, if their parents can choose where to live. Most people can't of course."

"Where are you thinking of moving to?" Han Byeol asked.

"I haven't decided." His expression was enigmatic. "Where would you choose to live, given a free choice?"

Han Byeol considered the question. Once the answer would have been "Wherever Yoongi wants to live." She said, "Ideally I'd like more sun than we get in this city. I wouldn't mind living by the sea, getting some fresh air...or a lake would do as long as it has mountains round it. I'd like to look out on mountains...big ones with snow on top."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Sounds as if New Zealand would suit you."

She shook her head. "I'm sure it's a beautiful country but it's too far away from Korea. Have you been there?"

Namjoon nodded. "The scenery's magnificent...when it's not raining. Unreliable weather. I went with old friends, you might know them since they run in the same circles you do. Where have your travels taken you?"

"Mostly to holiday places...the Caribbean in winter...resorts round the Med in summer. My mother's a passionate gardener. She doesn't like travelling alone, even in a group. I've been on some garden tours with her...the south of France, Ireland, California. Where do you for holidays?" Han Byeol takes a sip of her Campari.

"I used to go with my father who also liked someone with him. We went to Japan together and other Pacific Rim countries. I travel a lot for the bank. For pleasure I usually go to France, Greece or Spain. Where would you like to go for our honeymoon?"

The question, tacked on to innocuous small talk, took her by surprise. "I haven't agreed to marry you," she said coldly.

"If you found the idea unthinkable, you wouldn't be here," he said dryly. "Let's be straight with each other Han Byeol. I need you...you need me. It's a sensible, practical arrangement."

She knew that at least the first part of what he said was true, but she wasn't about to admit it. Was it pride that made her reluctant to fall in with his plan too readily? She said, "I'm not clear why you've selected me."

"You're very attractive...as I am sure you're aware." he smiles at her gently.

"Is that all you want from a woman? An acceptable face and figure? Don't you care what I'm like inside?" Han Byeol scoffed.

'I can make some intelligent guesses. People can't hide their characters," he told her casually. "Even in repose a face gives a lot of clues to its owner's temperament. Apart from yesterday's evidence that you have a short fuse, I haven't detected any characteristics I wouldn't like to live with."

His arrogance took her breath away. In that moment of shock, she was struck by the thought it would be both a challenge and public service to bring this man down from his lofty pinnacle and convert him into an acceptably unassuming person. But perhaps it was already too late . One of gran's favorite sayings was, "What's bred in the bone must come out in flesh." Namjoon with his long-boned thoroughbred physique and his handsome features, looked a descendant of generations of men who had felt themselves to be superior beings and never experienced the doubts felt by ordinary people.

In a different, more rough-hewn way, her father had been the same. Probably somewhere far back in Namjoon's ancestry, there had been a man like her father: a rough-diamond unscrupulous go-getter who had founded the Park Fortune. Perhaps if Mr. Park had married someone better equipped to handle him than her quiet and easily cowed mother, her father might have been saved from becoming an overbearing braggart. Whether, at thirty four, Namjoon's essential nature could be modified was problematical. But it could be interesting to try.

She said, "I don't find you as transparent as you seem to find me. It takes me longer to make up my mind about people;"

"You haven't had as much experience of summing up people as I have."

The butler reappeared. "Luncheon is ready when you are, sir."

They ate in a smaller room with a view of a large garden, an oasis of well kept greenery in the heart of the city. The surface of the round Regency breakfast table had a gleaming patina resulting from years of regular polishing' It reflected the colors and shapes of the red-streaked white tulips arranged in a what Han Byeol recognized as an antique tulip pot, its many spouts designed to support the stems of flowers which had once been costly status symbols. The meal began with potted shrimps served with crisp Melba toast, tiny green gherkins and white wine, which they continued to drink with the main course, chicken with minty yogurt dressing.

While they ate Namjoon talked about plays and art shows he had been to recently. It was the kind of conversation made by strangers at formal lunch parties and although his comments were interesting Han Byeol thought his choice of subject was irrelevant to this particular situation. When the butler had withdrawn, leaving them to help themselves to a fruit salad with fromage frais, or to selection of more substantial cheeses, she said, "Why do you want a wife when you could go on having girlfriends and a change them when you get bored?"

Offering her elegant Waterford compote, its apparent fragility emphasizing the powerful but equally elegant form of the hands in which it was cradled, he looked at her with unexpected sternness. "I have a responsibility to my line. I need sons to carry on the traditions established by my predecessors."

She found this solemnly irritating. "Are you expecting me to provide proof of my fertility?" Before she could add that, if he was, he could forget it, Namjoon said, "No, I'm prepared to chance that."

"Big deal!" Han Byeol said sarcastically.

She had a feeling that Namjoon wouldn't hesitate to divorce her if she failed to live up to his expectations in some way. But although he struck her as a monster of cold-hearted self-centeredness, she couldn't deny that he was extraordinarily attractive. Every movement he had made since they sat down had heightened her awareness of the lean and muscular physique inside the well-cut suit and the long legs under the table. His hair was dry now but still had a sheen of health. There was nothing about him suggestive of stress or tension. He seemed entirely relaxed. Yet why did he need to arrange a businesslike marriage instead of falling in love the way people usually did?

Wondering, suddenly, if he might be in the same situation as herself, heartbroken, although it didn't seem likely, she said, "When did you dream up this scheme?"

"It's an idea I've had for some time...probably since my contemporaries started divorcing. I have about a dozen god-children, most whom now have step parents, some official, some not. I don't want that for my children."

"Did you parents stay married?" she asked.

It seemed to her that his face underwent a change. His lips didn't tighten. His eyebrows didn't draw together. But there was a subtle hardening and chilling, reminding her of the impression she had received that morning when they sat on opposite sides of his imposing desk/ Now they were at a table designed for a more intimate and relaxed conversation. But she sensed a change in the atmosphere and knew she had trespassed in an area of his where she was an unwelcome intruder.

"They separated. They were never divorced," he answered.

Han Byeol wanted to ask hold he had been when the separation happened, but something made her hold her tongue. Later, going back to the flat in the taxi he had laid on for her, she regretted her curiousity.

When-in-two people were going to marry, there shouldn't be any "No go" areas between them...or at least none of that nature. His past girlfriends were not her business, but his family life certainly was. She shouldn't have allowed herself to be put off. From now on she wouldn't be, she told herself firmly.

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andy-loves-corgis · 5 years ago

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All of The Lights - Ch 4 (TRR AU)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: well, now just the dysfunctional Rileyx Liam and the awful Liam x Madeleine

Rating: PG

Word count: ~ 3,300

Notes: I’m so sorry and I hated this chapter, that’s all I can say. Thanks, whoever is still here ♥️

WARNING: Read the Prologue! Every chapter has TWO timelines, Before (about a year before the Prologue) and After (two years after the prologue), if you don’t pay attention to that you might get confused!

Fast cars, shooting stars

BEFORE

Drake stretched his fingers absentmindedly, after a week immobilized he decided upon taking the gauze off and though a little sore, they seemed to have healed perfectly.

“What in the seven hells?!”

Liam was horrified, Drake could see by his contorted face looking outside the tinted windows of the limo.

Looking like every bit of a Cordonian Sweetheart, Riley stood in front of the press, half of her chocolate locks now a deep shade of red, some blonde spots seen between the brown and the red, redder than Liam’s livid face.

“I’m telling you, Drake. She has a very unique way of driving me insane” Liam said burying his face in his hands.

“I think it suits her” Drake tried to control the smirk in his lips.

Yes, Riley had her own way of bringing hell to Liam, or basically anyone who crossed her way. He knew she had been stressing over her broken ankle and not being able to care for herself, whether dying her hair herself or painting an entire wall of her home, she would always find a way to express her need of change.

Leaving the limo with a now very composed Liam, Drake spotted another livid individual, Madeleine’s nostrils flared under her perfectly done makeup, of course she would hate to divide the spotlight with Riley.

The press went wild as Liam walked to Riley, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek, and whispering something on her ear that made her face fall as he turned smiling to the camera.

That’s none of your business

He just walked away from the frenzy of the crowd, who had just spotted Leo, poor guy, Leo was suffering so much he even lost weight, which could be completely related to his drinking habits and whole-night sex with his maids. The future king was doing anything to forget that he would soon to be married to one of those uptight bland women or worse... Madeleine.

On the far corner, next to the boats, Drake found his father’s pupil, looking as tired as someone could be.

“You look like shit, Bastien” Drake laughed, standing beside his only living father figure.

“Every night with Leo takes a week out of my life span” Bastien whispered.

Drake tried unsuccessfully suppress a laugh.

Looking at all the nobles in their exclusive designer clothes gathering around the harbor just to see those girls who never tied a knot in their life, Drake felt glad for living in the invisible sidelines, he always thought that he preferred the snarky comments and side outraged glances than the fake smiles and sugar-coated condescending words.

“I hate those stuff, how to you manage to survive to every one of these things?” Drake sighed as soon as the boats sailed. “It’s just so boring.”

“It’s just work, it’s not every time that we are breathing on some terrorists neck” Bastien simply said. “Sometimes you are in Bósnia-Herzegovina at 04:23 am to pick up a drunk heir to the throne.”

Drake snorted again, excusing himself to get some water.

“No, Liam, YOUR problem is that I didn’t tell you I was going to dye MY hair!” It was undoubtedly Riley’s voice behind the drink station.

“Well, if you wanted so much to look like Olivia, you should’ve dyed it all” Drake could almost picture Liam’s smirk, knowing he’d hit a soft spot.

“EXCUSE ME?!”

Drake cleared his throat and the voices turned to angry whispers, until he heard hard steps towards the Riva, Liam appeared chewing the insides of his cheeks and adjusting the collar of the shirt under his sweater, barely throwing a second glance at Drake.

The commoner made his way to the secluded place where Riley stood leaning on a fence massaging her temples.

He was about to greet her when they heard the cheering voices of the crowd.

“Shit!” Riley exclaimed.

Even though what unfolded in front of him wasn’t anything new, every time Drake saw Riley inhaling deeply before putting the most dazzling smile on her face, he was amazed - saddened to the core, but amazed nonetheless.

“Oh hi!” She said in a cheerful tone, if Drake hadn’t grown up with her, he might have believed she was happy. “Mind to help?”

One of her crutches had fallen to the ground and Drake quickly lowered himself to get it, he noticed her swollen calves and a crease formed in his eyebrows.

“Thanks” she smiled and left walking like with her head held high.

Sometimes he couldn’t understand what it took to be like that, to live like that.

Madeleine won, obviously, as if she hadn’t paid Nick Thompson to sail for her, but in the end, it was all power games during social season.

Imagine a dozen of the most well-crafted women of the kingdom, they were molded since they were able to walk to sit still, look pretty, pour tea and to think like true strategist.

No, Cordonian court wasn’t a complete sexist place, of course as in any patriarchal society men would have the upper hand on the ladder to success, but women were always behind that.

Drake watched as Madeleine hugged Riley while the other suitors clapped, those sweet smiles only hiding their next step.

“Do you like whiskey?” He heard Liam’s voice next to him.

“Was that even supposed to sound like a question?” Drake rose an eyebrow to his best friend.

“Hope McCallan isn’t too cheap for you” Liam’s smirk grew.

“Liam, every time you come up with the whiskey talk it’s because you’re gonna ask me to do something I don’t wanna do... what is it?”

Liam cleared his throat but kept the smirk

“Well, there’s whiskey... in Olivia’s yacht”

The prospect of that night becoming a huge nightmare has shifted to 112%.

“Please...?” Liam gave him a forced smile.

Gathering all the force he still had, Drake just nodded, rubbing his eyes to avoid the scowl.

Well, at least there will be whiskey.

Olivia’s yacht was big enough for a family of four to live comfortably, but oddly enough she gathered her guests on the small deck by the jacuzzi.

The sun was setting and they were a swimming distance from the shore, but the view was still a breathtaking, sipping from his whiskey, Drake noticed that Riley was focused on another view.

By the jacuzzi Liam laughed with Olivia, their elbows touching as they sat side by side in the hot water. To any spectator the scene unfolding would look as friends having a good time together, but to anyone who knew that little love triangle, it was way more than that.

York: I’m about to throw myself in the waters.

He tried not to laugh at the message on his phone, Riley was known for being dramatic, so he casually walked to the jacuzzi, under Kiara’s blushing gaze and Olivia’s scowl.

“Hey” he squatted next to Liam. “I don’t think Riley is feeling well, I’ll take her back okay?”

Liam’s knitted his eyebrows puzzled.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s feeling nauseous” Drake came up with the first excuse he could think of.

“Oh, well...”

“Leighton can take them to the shore, Li” Olivia interjected without looking at Drake.

“See you at the palace” Drake taped Liam’s shoulder, wetting his hand in the process.

He walked between the crowd, their champagne glasses glinting on the fading sun.

“Let’s get out of here, York” he looked at his miserable friend.

“Thank God” she answered grabbing his hand for support.

It was a short way to the shore and they made their way in silence as droplets of sea water splashed on their faces.

Drake helped her hop on his truck and finally felt at ease feeling Riley get comfortable turning the radio on.

Night fell as the black truck made its way through the woods near the palace where a clearing welcome then along with a smirk Riley couldn’t suppress.

“And I thought you were just going to leave me alone in my room to scroll through Twitter” she laughed as he helped her out of the car and proceeded to open the pick up truck bed where some pillows and covers awaited them.

“I got your back, York” he smiled as she got cozy on the pillows and he pulled his guitar.

After a minute of only the soft melody he was playing and the wind hushing on tree leaves she turned to him.

“Sing something”

He gave it a little thought, slowly striking the chords before he decided.

I wanna be drunk when I wake up

On the right side of the wrong bed

And never an excuse I made up

Tell you the truth I hate

What didn't kill me,

It never made me stronger at all

Love will scar your make up

Lips sticks to me, so now I maybe lean back there

I'm sat here wishing I was sober

I know I'll never hold you like I used to

But a house gets cold when you cut the heating

Without you to hold I'll be freezing

Can't rely on my heart to beat in

'Cause you take parts of it every evening

Take words out of my mouth just from breathing

Replace with phrases like 'when you leaving me? '

Should I? Should I?

Maybe I'll get drunk again

I'll be drunk again, I'll be drunk again

To feel a little love

“That’s beautiful... and sad. You should really start playing it somewhere” her small voice filled the silence. “Is it about Erika?”

Drake shrugged.

“I guess it was when I first thought about it”

“You never told me why you two broke up” she propped herself on her elbows.

“It just didn’t work out”

“Well, I never liked her” Riley laughed.

“You never liked any of my girlfriends, York” he threw a pillow at her.

“Hey! I’ll like her when it’s the right one okay?”

“Yeah, now shut up and look up” he adjusted himself next to her.

He heard her soft gasp at the sight of the falling stars, as if she was the same 10-year-old girl he brought there along with his sister and father to see their first meteor shower. He felt her hand grabbing two of his fingers and smiled.

“Make a wish, Walker”

AFTER

The sun wasn’t too high in the sky when he finished shaving, God forbids Madeleine saw a glint of facial hair on anyone at any of her events, not that he minded what she thought, but he rather be invisible at this event.

A cup of coffee and a croissant later, he found himself at the site of the barn raising, it would be so fun watch the nobles having the day to pretend they have any inclination to do hard work. Penelope and Kiara for example were wearing high heels, he betted 5 euros one of them would fall in 5 minutes.

Drake laughed to himself but got pulled out of his thoughts by a loud engine blasted on the road, the feeling of déja vu overcoming him, he knew exactly who loved loud engines drawing the attention to her entrance.

Shit

A white Bugatti stopped at the entrance and for a second, after seeing the frightened face of Hana getting out of the car, he forgot that he was pissed.

Although he remembered on the next second when Riley got out of the driver’s side laughing heartedly, she was wearing a simple plaid shirt, jeans shorts and sneakers, all the flashes were on her, the first press appearance since she was back two weeks ago.

“Lady Riley! Lady Riley!” The press screamed to get her attention. “How does if feel to be back?”

“Amazing!” She smiled, but he saw right through her, she didn’t get any better at hiding her lies and discomfort than she did at 18.

“Lady Riley! How do you describe your style today?”

“Riley York ready to build a barn” Maxwell made his way through the press to hug Riley and Hana.

“Lady Riley! Don Brine here! We see your coming with a new crew, Lady Hana and Lord Maxwell, does this has anything to do with your best friend getting engaged to your ex while you were away?”

Her smile faltered for a second, Drake held his breath without even knowing, across from the press he finally acknowledged Madeleine grabbing Liam’s arms forcefully while the future king didn’t blink watching Riley getting close to them.

“I think I’ll have to set the record straight” she pulled Madeleine’s hand into hers, locking them in an uncomfortable hold. “Liam, Madeleine and I all grew up together, and some people change along the way, some relationships change along the way.”

Riley’s angelic face gave the future monarchs the sweetest smile, Drake could almost touch the longing in Liam’s eyes.

“Liam and Madeleine will rule wisely and will be remembered for generations, and I couldn’t be more than happy for them. i guess that’s all.”

“One more thing Lady York. Ana de Luca for trend. We got an anonymous tip that you were away on a rehab clinic for self harm, what do you have to say about that?”

Drake saw Riley twisting Madeleine’s hand.

“Ana, some people don’t know when to shut up” she smirked and left them under the urges for more words and flashes blinking.

He watched as Liam cleared his throat and gave his speech on the barn raising, completely mechanical as he forced himself not to look over to Riley laughing with her friends.

Drake saw himself standing awkwardly with his hands buried in his pockets until he felt a light touch in his arms.

“It will all happen again, won’t it?” Kiara’s black eyes met his and wandered where Riley was. “She’s a bulldozer Drake, I remember how you were when she left, how Liam was, god, even Penelope...”

“Shall we start?” Liam started gathering everyone, not giving him any time to answer Kiara.

“Kiara and Penelope can help with the hay, Maxwell and Hana can take care of painting the fences and... Drake and Riley will work lifting the wood of the barn walls.” Madeleine smiled proudly at herself and Liam choked.

“It’s too much of manual labor for a Lady, my dear, I’m sure Lady Riley could trade places with Maxwell” Liam pondered.

“No way, it would give my hands blisters!” Maxwell interjected and Riley laughed.

“Don’t be silly dear, Lady Riley spent the last year as a working woman in America.” Madeleine’s fire gaze pierced through Liam’s blue eyes.

“Hey Liam, it’s okay really, I used to do some heavy lifting at work...” Riley finally spoke and Liam’s gaze went from her to Drake.

At that moment Drake understood why Liam didn’t want her inside the barn.

“Told you so..” Kiara whispered beside him.

“I can help you two...”

“No, you can’t!” Madeleine exclaimed more fiercely that she probably intended. “We need to make rounds and pose for pictures dear, it’s our engagement event after all.”

“Then we should go!” A completely anxious Penelope stated, wanting as much as any of them to be excluded from the awkwardness.

Drake sighed and made his way to the structure of the barn without a second glance to Riley. He was preparing the wood when she reached their spot.

“Hey, let me help” she said smiling and reaching for the wood he was carrying, he didn’t reply.

They worked in silence for almost an hour, she didn’t back up from any activity, from carrying heavy buckets of water for the horses, to helping him pulling up the wood.

“We’re still a good team!” She exclaimed after most of the work was done, he stole a glance and her proud look and warm smile, a drop of sweat descending from her neck.

“We’re not a team” he grunted at his relapse.

The smile vanished from her face.

“After everything, how you can say that?”

“After everything, how can YOU say that?” Drake spat turning fully to her. “Why the hell did you come back, Riley? Why didn’t you just disappear and let us live our pathetic lives here?”

“Why didn’t you let me drown, Drake? It would definitely be better than be here now, right?”

Drakes face fell, and suddenly flashes of that fateful afternoon flooded him like the gelid winter see, the white dress plastered on her numb skin, the muttering blue lips, his heart beating so hard in his chest, wanting to trade places with hers, to make her alive again.

He got close to her, closer than he should for the sake of his sanity, he could feel the heat coming from her body as her resolve slowly crumbled and his rage grew.

“Go to hell, Riley. Fuck you!” She shrank at his words, spat so cruelly it made her eyes watery.

Drake suddenly couldn’t breath so he left the almost finished barn to the hired workers to complete, the sun hanging low in the sky only heating his chest more, he wanted to scream, but he refused to be seen by anyone of the court, so, like a coward, he just sneaked out.

The humming sound of his truck engine was the only thing calming him right now, he drove aimlessly for more than an hour until night came and he saw himself somewhere he almost forgot it existed, somewhere he locked in her mind along with every other memory of Riley.

He sat on the empty boot of his truck, opening a can of beer and looking at the sky, as if he was a child, he was desperate for a shooting star so he could ask for everything to be normal again.

The loud engine once again pulled him from his thoughts, the white Bugatti now had several brown spots of dirt on its side, she sat on the hood, no respect for a €4 million car, one more reason he could add to the list for hating her.

“I’m sorry.” She said without looking at him, her tired eyes lost, miles away, in the sky.

Drake looked at the beer in his hands, then back to the sky.

“I shouldn’t have said that today.” He heard her sighing. “I actually never thanked you, so thank you, Drake.”

“For what?” He gave another gulp to his beer.

“For taking me out of the waters, whichever mean it has, you saved my life in more ways than that for years, but that day, that day I only came back breathing because of you.” Her eyes were full of tears once again, eyes pleading to him. “I didn’t come back to screw everything, I just... I miss my best friend, Drake.”

“I just can’t understand why, Riley?” He licked his dry lips, thinking of how to say it. “You gave up on us, you decided to stay, and then... why? You really meant it? You really wanted it?”

He really hoped she said no.

“Yes” Her voice was almost a whisper. “I wanted to die that day.”

“Why?” He tried in vain to keep his emotions under control.

“I don’t know” she dried her cheeks with her sleeves. “ I came back to try and find it out, it’s the only thing holding me back, I need to find out. Then I promise you’ll never hear of me again.”

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[Memories] KDFD Ch. 05

Fan Fic Info:

Name: Memories Main couple: Kidou&Fudou Secondary couple: Genda&Sakuma Language: English, but you can ask for a Spanish version!

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Chapter Info

Name: Why didn’t you leave? Words: 2800 Warnings: Boys Love, but it’s not a warning because it’s a fan fic about them Summary: Kidou is in bed because he is sick, Fudou worried tries to get to his room.

[Memory 05] Why didn’t you leave? They were a few days away from the last qualifying match for the World Cup, but none were especially worried. So far they had managed to win every game in their block and that meant that, even if they lost the last one, they went to Liocott Island yes or yes. They had to face formidable rivals, the biggest of them had been the Korean team, Fire Dragons, led that year by Afuro Terumi with Suzuno and Nagumo on the Team.

The brunette had breakfast thinking that surely they would be the other team that would manage to reach Liocott, the only game they had lost was against Inazuma Japan, and that made the rest of the teams have lost at least two. It all depended on the last game of the Japanese, if they won, the Koreans would go to Liocott, if they lost, it would depend on the amount of goals of one and another team. Fudou yawned, he knew that all, or almost all, the members of Inazuma Japan wanted to win the last match not only for them but because in the Fire Dragons team there were friends and it was their way of allowing them to go to the International.

The rest of his teammates came to breakfast, so far they had not had any casualties, although there had been several teammates injured, of greater or lesser severity, they had refused to leave the team despite having been without playing some games. The most serious had been Kogure, who had protected Tatsuya from a powerful shot and had ended up very badly injured. Although it seemed to the brunette that the mocking pixie did not dislike so much being treated and cared for, especially by Haruna, to Kidou's disgust,t he could not stand the boy getting so close to his sister.

So far in the team they were understanding fine, although Fudou knew that that was not enough to win the World Cup. They had to be able to understand each other much better if they wanted to aspire to the cup.

He, for his part, was efficiently fulfilling his work as a libero, although he was not allowed to play in all matches or all the time of the match. Fudou was still the Ace under the sleeve of Inazuma Japan. But every time they put him in the field everyone knew they were going to come back. Their rivals frighten when they saw him enter, falling into their traps, because the brunette liked to play with them as if they were the mice under the influence of the famous flutist.

Fudou, in addition, always worked as a team with Kidou, to the point that they were the most feared duo of the tournament. Their rivals knew they had nothing to do against them, it was like an execution, a condemnation. The only team that had been able to do something to them was, again, Fire Dragons. Although it had not been enough, Kidou and Fudou overtook them easily again.

But, Kidou and especially Fudou were not always the team's lead strategists, the coaches also allowed Nosaka and Ichihoshi to shine in that field, and although they certainly had good ideas, the team did not trust them as fully as the other two. Perhaps for that reason they played more, so that the team learned to follow them faithfully. That bothered Fudou, who wanted to kick the ball more than ever.

“Where is Kidou?” Fudou asked himself suddenly coming out of his thoughts, the boy should have come down a while ago, and continued with bitterness to himself “I hope he did not get sick because of yesterday.”

“I heard coach Kudou say that Kidou is going to spend the day in bed because he has a fever.”

Fudou's turquoise eyes turned to Handa with a glow of annoyance and remorse.

“And you tell me now?”

The Raimon boy shrugged, not even knowing he had to tell him. Fudou snorted and got up, striding out of the cafeteria area over the amused look of all his teammates; but then they heard him protest.

“Hey! Let me go! Free me! Let me go! I have to go up!”

Coach Kudou appeared through the door dragging Fudou who resisted like a little animal. Everyone laughed at it.

“No. Leave Kidou alone. You also have to go training with your teammates. And don't think of sneaking in, I'm going to watch those stairs all day, what the boy needs least is to be bothered today.”

“I do not know what you are talking about! I just have to go to my room! Who in that Kidou?”

But the adult's gaze made him understand that the lie did not sneak in and that he knew exactly what he intended. So he huffed and left for the field, didn't they let him go up the stairs? Perfect, he would find another way to pass.

He was kicking the ground with his hands in his pockets, very upset looking for a way to escape and reach Kidou's room.

“Fudou seems in a very bad mood today, right?" Kurimatsu told Matsuno making him laugh.

The boy went around the building, looking for the window that belonged to his friend's room. He realized that it was open and that the curtains were moving in the morning breeze.

“It's a sign.”

He stretched a little and looked with his eyes for something that would help him reach the window, there was a tree several meters away, yes, that would work. A four-meter jump was nothing for a soccer player who invoked penguins or created empty fields.

He began to climb the tree with the agility of a feline, not realizing that several friends watched him with interest as they finished their breakfasts.

“I bet a thousand yen he falls.”

“I bet an ice cream that he faces the wall.”

“Done.”

So when Fudou jumped very determined and got hold of the window by little, Sakuma smiled smugly. He had just won a thousand yen from Kazemaru and an ice cream from Midorikawa.

Kidou was lying in bed with his whole body sore and burning. He couldn't stand that, it was unbearable. If he covered he was very hot and if he uncovered he had a horrible cold. In addition, his joints ached and he was very bored, but he was unable to think lucidly. He couldn't stand being sick. It was too frustrating.

After a long time of being awake and not getting to sleep he heard a knock outside, the first thing he thought was that some stupid animal had crashed into his window, which he did not remember opening. So when the stupid animal turned out to be Fudou who entered as if nothing, he was scared to death.

“Well, well, Kidou-kun, I didn't ever think of seeing you in such a sorry state.”

Kidou had gotten up with difficulty and the cloth he wore on his forehead and that had stopped being wet for a while slipped and fell to the bed.

"How embarrassing is that you are wearing your glasses even now" Fudou scoffed, approaching.

Kidou felt his temperature rise even more. That was bad.

He pulled his glasses off with a jerk and left them on the table without care, forced him to bed, took the cloth and went to the bathroom to dampen it.

“Are you skipping training?”

“No, I just wanted to fulfill my dream of being an opera singer, don’t you see it?” the brunette laughed, approaching again “What do you think, Kidou-kun? Or does fever stop you from thinking?”

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled a couple of the dreadlocks that covered his forehead, leaving the cloth on it with a tenderness that Kidou never thought was possible. He would have loved he left his hand on his forehead instead of the cloth, although noticing that the boy was beginning to stroke her hair he thought it was not bad either.

He looked at him sideways and realized that he, despite looking at him, was not there, maybe that's why his fingers played with his hair, surely Fudou wouldn't do it if he was aware of his movements. He closed his eyes and enjoyed that contact, so soft, so tender, so strange. It brought him so much peace and tranquility, such lightness of heart that he fell asleep, surrendered to pain and fever.

When he woke up he did not open his eyes immediately, he felt slightly better, his head did not seem to be suffering from thousands of hammering, although his joints were still burning. He wondered if Fudou was still there, if he hadn't dreamed it. No, surely he would be gone as soon as he fell asleep. How many time passed?

He opened his eyes, slowly, lazily.

“Are the sleeping beauty awake now?”

“Fudou?”

“No, I'm Harry Potter, don't you see it?”

Kidou's red eyes looked at him.

“That would explain why I feel enchanted.”

Kidou wanted to sit up but the boy's hands stopped him, he looked surprised at the comment.

“What nonsense you say, I'm sure you're still feverish.”

Fudou's hand came into contact with his forehead, he growled a little and took the cloth again to refresh him. He had remained attentive for a long time to do that, sometimes renewing the cloth even earlier than necessary.

“What time is it?”

“Three in the afternoon, you slept a lot Kidou-kun. But that's good to recover. Who would say you were a weakling?”

“Have you been here all the time?”

"Yes" the brunette shrugged as if it wasn't the big deal.

“Why didn’t you leave?

Fudou watched him, but did not answer, just shrugged again.

“Before your sister came to bring you food. She also left you medication. But don't worry, I hid and didn't see me.”

Kidou watched him for a moment.

“I don't care if they see you in my room, I don't care if you're in my room.”

Fudou let out a giggle.

“Time to eat, Kidou-kun! You need to regain strength.”

“I'm not hungry.”

Fudou nevertheless stubbornly grabbed Kidou and incorporated him carefully but decisively, passing the pillow behind him and carrying the tray with food.

“I do not want to eat.”

“You have to eat!”

“No.”

“Eat!”

“No.”

Fudou let out a growl and took the fork himself, filling it with the rice with curry and bringing it to Kidou's mouth, he was not aware that he opened his mouth like an automaton and let himself be fed. Fudou smiled mockingly and took food again.

“That's the plane coming.”

“Stupid…”

But Kidou opened the mouth again and Fudou laughed, there was a certain charm in that. It was the first time he took care of someone sick.

The brunette's cheeks were somewhat flushed and his eyes shone more and more as the plate emptied.

Fudou gave Kidou all the food and began preparing the medicine, some effervescent packets, in a glass of water, then his own gut roared with hunger and Kidou raised his eyes, Fudou's ears were red.

“I can't believe it ... you haven't eaten.”

“And who cares? I will not die for not eating one day.”

The boy put the glass in his hands.

“I could have shared the food with you.”

“No, you need it to recover.”

“You could have asked Haruna to bring you food!”

“No, I didn't want to be discovered and made me leave. Coach Kudou has expressly forbidden me to come see you, he said he would watch the stairs to make sure I didn't bother you ... If he finds out that I am with you…”

“Is that the reason you entered through the window?”

“Yes.”

The boy's hands shook slightly, why had Fudou done that? Why did he stay there with him? Why hadn't he even eaten? Why did his company make him so happy and seemed to feel better when he was together?

“Take the medicine, Kidou-kun.”

The medicine was bitter and sour and Kidou looked disgusted, the brunette laughed. Then he went back to help him lie down and they remained silent. Kidou was breathing calmly, or as calmly as he could. Fudou was sitting near his head and from time to time he made sure that he didn't raise his temperature by touching his forehead.

After a long time Fudou sighed.

“I'm sorry ... you got sick because of my fault, Kidou.”

He, who had closed his eyes again, opened them and looked surprised.

“Are you apologizing?“

"You're very slow today, Kidou," the boy with the cinnamon hair snorted. “Yes, I am apologizing, for throwing you into the river during yesterday's journey, I didn’t expect that we would not return immediately and you couldn’t change in hours.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry.”

Fudou gritted his teeth, of course it happened.

“You are sick because of me.”

“So you're with me just because you feel guilty?”

The cinnamon-haired boy's voice had sounded slightly sad, the turquoise eyes looked at him intensely as he snorted.

"Of course not, if Genda had thrown you into the river, I would be here with you too ... And Sakuma would have to be with him." His voice sounded somewhat threatening at that time. “You are my best friend, I have to make sure you're well.”

“So I can play in the next match?”

Fudou rolled his eyes.

“Because I care for you, stupid. The match is not that important. You are, a lot.”

Kidou was very surprised at that and smiled with a very warm feeling, he raised a hand to pat him on the shoulder, but instead of patting his shoulder his hand went to his cheek and landed on it like a feather, stroking his face with his thumb.

Fudou's turquoise eyes had opened enormously, he froze, as if any gesture could trigger a disaster. His heart was pounding and he felt tickle in his gut.

"I think that you aren’t getting enough oxygen today, Kidou-kun," the brunette finally replied, though he took the hand of the sick boy with his own carefully and inclined his face so that Kidou's hand could grasp more surface, he loved it. Feel the skin of Kidou on his.

His red eyes flashed a moment.

“And you do not intend to do anything about it?”

Fudou watched him with a mocking smile, what was that comment about? Would they be delusions of fever? But then he remembered "you're like a breath of fresh air that oxygenates my blood and my brain," he had said a while ago.

Fudou widened his smile, placed himself over him, looking him in the eye, his nose almost stuck to his. Kidou looked back at him, and the expression of both of them changed completely, Fudou's left to be sarcastic and Kidou's left to have an arched eyebrow. Both had been lost in each other's eyes. The brunette momentarily brought his lips together with his, he tasted disgusting because of the medicine but he didn't care at all, it was a little kiss full of tenderness.

“Is enough oxygen for your bright brain or do you need more?”

Kidou blinked without knowing how to react in spite of having prompted him, there was that acid sweetness again, that taste that made his heart beat, that his stomach jumped; he bit his lips in an attempt to keep that flavor present.

“I think I'm still missing some air” in his eyes there was a twisted glow.

Fudou burst out laughing and kissed him several more times.

Until they heard footsteps and before they could react the door opened with a dry knock.

“I hope that asshole isn't in Kidou's room.”

“Coach Kudou wait…”

At the door the coach and Tatsuya had appeared, who as sub-captain had begun to ask about the Mohican boy when he had not appeared for dinner either, worried that he had not seen him all day; reaching his words in the ears of the adult who immediately imagined the situation.

But neither of them expected to find Fudou on top of Kidou, the brunette could feel the murderous aura emitted by his coach. Tatsuya petrified.

“I told you to leave Kidou alone!”

The man grabbed Fudou and took him from the room with shouts and protests from him, being followed by Tatsuya who after apologizing with a slightly mocking smile with Kidou for interrupting them closed the door and left.

“This week you will clean all the bathrooms in the building all by yourself!”

Kidou sighed and put his hand to his forehead, he was barely feverish, although he did feel very hot. Then he touched his lips, wondering why he felt the way he felt and fell asleep again.

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drekkavac · 19 days ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌. That he could leave them at the house without having to worry or call nearly every five minutes. Anya didn't BLAME Harvey for the nervousness. Had the roles been reversed , Anya couldn't say the idea of leaving a mentally delicate former assassin alone for eight hours was an idea they would have been comfortable with. But this was a chance for Anya to show that she could be fine.

If only they had been right about that.

The new morning routine was what they focused on what he left. Walking the house to make sure it was still empty , workout inside , eat , & from there it was usually ready whatever she could find in the house , or sketch in the sketchbook he got after finding out they had a knack for drawing. Most of it had been spent drawing , but she alternated between the activities. TV was STILL something they hadn't managed to make to try yet.

It had been while they were sitting in the living room , the early stages of a sketch of some foliage outside while they let themselves zone out. The quiet was nice , but those watchful scans continued even while they drew. ALWAYS VIGILANT in case their suspicions ever came to be true , & agents came to Dent's door after finding her. While it wasn't an agent that caught their attention … It had been a delivery man. Harmless , any person would see them all the time. What registered in Anya's mind , was DANGER.

Then the doorbell rang. Heart started pounding , & her throat felt IMPOSSIBLY tight as eyes shifted to the kitchen. Harvey didn't keep guns , but she did. All hidden , the locations only known to them that they had STASHED around the house just in case. One of them fastened under the nightstand. Much more effective.

Reaching for the gun , they made their way to the front door , another RING of the doorbell from the delivery man. Heart beats pounded EVEN HARDER , LOUDER. They were only a few steps away from the door now. Nobody was getting in here.

The door flung open , & the poor , unsuspecting man was met with & UNFAMILIAR face , & gun drawn & ready. Survival instincts well kicked in , opposite blue & green eyes stared down the young man. ❝ WHO SENT YOU?! ❞ Their voice was serious. DEMANDING an answer before cocking the gun. The delivery man , simply dropped the package , before running back to the safety of his truck.

FUCK!

Reality sunk in. Eyes watched as TERRIFIED child as far as the woman currently standing on the front porch as stunned .. & SCARED as the young man speeding down the street. It wasn't really … It wasn't a THREAT. It was just a kid. Just a kid who was doing his job. Hands shook. Metal clinking as the gun shifted in their hands. Seconds later … Eyes began FRANTICALLY looking around the street , before quickly retreating inside before anyone else saw.

From there , Anya had SNAPPED. The gun dropped to the floor … Legs felt UNSTEADY & soon … Seeing the house around her wasn't a task they could complete. The rest … That was something that Anya couldn't remember after it all went black. They couldn't remember the BREAKDOWN. The single hole in the wall from a punch leaving cuts on their fist , before retreating to the only place they knew they could get somewhere dark & cold … THE BASEMENT.

By the time @halfdent came home , the house was DARK. Lights having not been turned on once the SUNLIGHT no longer served it's purpose to light the house. Chairs shuffled from a STUMBLE during Anya's retreat to the basement , the door leading their open , & the gun sitting on the floor near the table. The missing person? Huddled in a corner , knees squeezed IMPOSSIBLY TIGHT on the floor. Shivers & tremors here & there.

#║▌ THE UNBAPTIZED CHILD RISEN FROM THE GRAVE. // IC.#║▌ NEW MISSION FILES. // STARTERS.#v. dc.#║▌ BEAUTIFUL IS BORING. // CH. 04.#halfdent #ptsd tw.#panic attack tw.

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The Cure- Ch. 6- The Deed

TITLE OF STORY: The Cure CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter 6 of ? AUTHOR: loveCorrah WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom and OFC Olivia GENRE: Romance, Angst, Smut FIC SUMMARY: After Tom has to take his sick niece to the pediatrician, he strikes up a fancy for the beautiful Doctor. The more he finds out about Olivia, the more he wants to know. How will he react when secrets about her past come to light? RATING: Explicit WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: So sorry that it’s taken so long to get a new chapter up... this is a long one. :) If you need a reminder of Chapter 5, you can find it here! Feedback is always wanted and valued! <3C

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Tom called exactly 5 more times that night, and Livi was honestly surprised that he didn’t show up at her door. She finally fell asleep there on her fluffy couch, clutching her cactus pillow.

As the dim morning light filtered around her curtains, she opened her eyes and stretched like a cat. Even though it was a bright, sunny Sunday morning, she felt a dark storm brewing. Not one in the sky, but a metaphorical storm with large swirling black clouds and lightning strikes that struck every part of her being. Dark memories were flooding back to her, and as much as she tried to block them out, she couldn’t. She grabbed her phone off the table to check the time, and saw a text message.

8:48 A.M. Olivia, darling, I’m worried about you. Since you won’t answer my calls, will you at least reply to my texts? What happened to you last night? -T

For a moment, she thought about not even answering his texts, but she felt like she owed him an explanation of what had happened. It was incredibly rude to ditch Tom like she had done, and she felt guilty.

8:58 A.M. Tom, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for leaving like I did last night. -O

9:01 A.M. By the gods, my dear Olivia lives! Are you okay? Can I still cook for you tonight? -T

She laughed at his mythological reference, and tried to decide whether to let him come over or not. His forgiving nature wasn’t really something that she was used to, and it made him all the more attractive. She sighed as her fingers began typing before her brain even seemed to catch up.

9:04 A.M. Of course. -O

9:07 A.M. Lovely! I’ll be there at 7. -T

Was she doing the right thing? She did need to talk to Tom face to face, she supposed. She spent the day cleaning her flat, and when she got bored of doing that she decided to make a dessert. If Tom was cooking, she could at least make dessert. She had no idea what he liked as far as sweets went, so she began to throw together one of her favorites—blueberry shortcake. It was an easy recipe, but it was one of the best things she had ever tasted, and she hoped he’d like it. She baked 3 pans of vanilla cake, and began layering them. In between the layers was a decadent homemade whipped cream, a blueberry sauce, and fresh blueberries. On the top, she garnished the beautiful cake with a handful of the plump, fresh blueberries. If he didn’t like blueberries, at least it was a stunning cake to look at.

When the time came, she showered and slid into her favorite pair of distressed blue jeans and a green colored, long-sleeved t-shirt. She left her hair down in waves, but she didn’t bother with a whole lot of makeup or shoes-- she was in her own home, why did she need shoes? At 6:50, she heard a knock on her door. He must be one of those guys that’s perpetually early. She stood on her tip-toes and peeked through her peephole, and what she saw melted her heart.

Tom stood there in his black cardigan (did he own anything else?), looking down at a bundle of beautiful fresh flowers, and as she began to turn the locks on the door, he straightened up and adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses. He had stubble that had grown out since yesterday that clung to his sharp cheekbones, and it was absolutely glorious. Too bad she’d probably have to say goodbye to him. Down, girl. She finally got the door open, and his warm smile seemed to smack her right in the face. “Hi. Come in.” Livi said quietly, as he crossed the threshold. No doubt, she had some explaining to do for the way she acted last night. “Hello, you.” He smirked and ducked down to place a kiss on her forehead. “I dropped by the market, and these flowers reminded me of you, so I just had to get them.” “I love them. Thank you.” She blushed as she looked down on the flowers. The most beautiful mix of pink and coral roses, peonies, and sprigs of dark green eucalyptus were wrapped in brown butcher paper, and tied with a very pretty coral-colored ribbon. Their lovely fragrance immediately made her foyer and kitchen smell like a vivid garden. “I’ve never seen more beautiful flowers, Tom, really.” She smiled as she retrieved a light green water pitcher from her cabinet to put them in. “Did you make that? It looks incredible…” He asked as he was distracted by the tall blueberry shortcake on the counter. “I did, thanks to you, I had fresh groceries. I hope you like blueberries.” His eyes were wide as he eyed the dessert. “I love them, thank you, darling.” That darling thing… and she was just beginning to like that, too. “Um, Tom… I need to talk to you.” “I know, I can tell something’s the matter. We can talk in a little while. I’ll cook first, I’m positively famished. We can chat while we’re eating.” “Oh… well… okay. How can I help?” He held his other hand out, and in it was an interesting looking dark bottle. “Here. Pour us a couple of glasses of this wine… and that’s it, love. I’ll handle everything else.” “Well… okay.” She stretched to get the wine glasses from the top cabinet, and Tom began to gather things from the refrigerator. She expertly pulled the cork from the bottle of expensive wine, and poured a bit of the light-colored liquid in each stemless wine glass. After she jumped up to take a seat on the counter, she took a sip of the wine.

“Mmm… this wine is marvelous.” Tom laughed. “I have an excellent taste in wine, as a matter of fact.” “Apparently, you do. Look, Tom-” He cleared his throat and kept talking. “The day I picked up that wine, I had a delightful Sunday lunch with my mother and sister. This vineyard had a wonderful sirloin of Herefordshire Beef, and with it I had roast potatoes and Yorkshire Pudding. It was lovely… great wine too. That bottle’s aged several years.” He was stalling at this point, trying to keep her from saying what he knew she was going to say. “The reason the wine is so good is the way the hills are faced in conjunction with the sun. They get a lot of sunshine, but not the harshness of the northerly wind.” “Tom-” “Olivia. Stop, please. I have a feeling I know what you’re going to say, anyway.” “You do?” “Mmm-hmm… that you don’t want to see me anymore… am I right?” He asked, as he turned on the stove to boil water for the pasta. “No, Tom… well, not exactly.” She sighed as she took another sip of wine. “Last night during intermission, I was in the restroom and a woman approached me and asked if we were dating. She then told me that my photos were all over the internet, with various disgusting headlines accompanying them.” He nodded as Livi watched his jaw clench angrily beneath his skin. “I know, darling… sometimes the things that are said on the internet aren’t very nice. I’m incredibly sorry that you had to read all that.” “It’s not that, Tom… I mean, I don’t like being called fat, or ugly, or beneath your standards… but it goes a lot deeper than that.” He watched as tears began to spring to her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away as for him not to see them. “Oh, Olivia. You’re nowhere near fat or ugly… and I’m the one that’s probably beneath your standards. You’re an amazing woman, you’re caring, brilliant, beautiful, and warm.” “Tom, please stop.” He huffed as he put his hands on his slender hips. “Stop what? Complimenting you?” This couldn’t go any further. “I heard of a position opening up in a couple of weeks at a children’s hospital in Washington State. I’m going to take it.” He felt like the breath had been sucked right from his lungs. True, he didn’t know this woman that well, but he’d at least like the opportunity to. “Washington State? Darling, why? You said you still had three months left here at the hospital.” “I know, but I need to get out of London.” “You love London, you said so yourself. I mean, I thought we were friends… possibly more. Are you leaving because of the things that were said about you on the internet? You can’t pay any attention to that stuff, love.” “It’s not that. I’m not that shallow.” Tom approached Livi, still sitting on the counter, stepped in between her legs, and placed his hands on the granite on either side of her hips. “Talk to me then, Olivia. Is it me? Do you not like me?” She looked down to the liquid in her glass, almost uncomfortable with the sudden closeness. She could smell the freshness of his breath from the mint that he had eaten just before getting here, interwoven with the scent of his classic masculine cologne. “It’s not you, Tom. I just…” “Just… what?” He placed his long finger underneath her chin, tilting her face up. “Look at me, Olivia.” She grabbed his wrist and yanked, dislodging his hand from her chin. His assertiveness had made her independent-self angry. “Tom, I have stuff in my past, that I won’t let resurface. I won’t.” She tried to restrain herself from allowing too many memories to flood back, but he could see tears begin to spill over her cheeks. He pulled the wine glass from her hands, placed it on the counter, and took her hands in his. “Not even with me by your side? We can go slow, if you’d like, but I’ll be here. I’ll be a great friend, if nothing else.” She shook her head. “No. I don’t think so.”

He wrapped one of her dark waves around his finger before delicately pushing it behind her ear. “Olivia, I really fancy you… more than anyone in a very long time. I’d really like the chance to get to know you... no matter what baggage you might bring with you, love. Will you give me a few hours to show you that before you make this decision?” By this time, his big blue eyes were pleading and she just couldn’t say no. She gently nodded her head in agreement, and he leaned forward to place his lips against hers. As he pushed his tongue into her mouth, he tasted white wine and fresh blueberries, and he heard a tiny moan resonate in her throat as she draped her arms over his shoulders. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smirk as he broke their kiss and he rested his forehead lightly against hers. She closed her eyes, and whispered against his lips. “I was beginning to think that I had dreamt that kiss from before…” “No, darling. You’ve no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do that again.” He placed his large hands on either side of her face as he tilted her eyes back up to his. “I had to control myself in my dressing room last night. With your face so close to mine… although I will say, the needle in my forehead helped me restrain myself.” “I’ll bet.” She snickered. “You know, I have some bigger needles in my bag in the living room, if you get out of line.” She raised her eyebrows cheekily. “I must keep my gentlemanly ways about me then.” He laughed as he moved back to the stove to drop the pasta in the boiling water. “I don’t want you to make good on that threat. You’re not at all frightened of needles, Olivia?” “No, I’m definitely not frightened of needles.” She giggled. He turned toward her after he placed the chicken in a skillet and began to sear it. “Well, you know one of my biggest fears… what are you afraid of? Anything?” If he only knew. “Hmm… well, I’m not too fond of heights. I don’t really care for clowns either.” She shuddered as she thought of Twisty the Clown from American Horror Story. He smirked as he turned back to the pan to flip the chicken. “Heights aren’t really my thing either, darling. See, we have something in common!” Livi watched Tom work in front of that stove for the next 45 minutes, and 45 minutes wasn’t nearly long enough. She felt a bit guilty for oogling this man like she was, but she just couldn’t help it. She loved his long legs, and the way his slim-cut, dark denim clung to those long legs should have been painted on the Sistene Chapel… yup, it was that Heavenly. His jeans ended right above a large pair of slate-colored suede boots, and as those boots slid across her floor as he cooked, she tried to come to her senses. She had basically let this man come over to tell him that she couldn’t see him anymore… and yet, she found herself being even more drawn to him. Was it because he was a celebrity? Or because he was one of the nicest men she had ever come across? Or, possibly, could there actually something between them? “Olivia? Did you hear what I said?” “Hmm? I’m sorry…” He flashed her a knowing smile. “I just told you that the food was ready. Where shall we eat?” He asked as he looked around, noticing the absence of a proper dining table. “Oh… I normally sit on a pillow and eat at the coffee table. I’m sorry, with just me here I don’t really have a need for a dining table.” “Ah! No big deal… Top up our wine, and I’ll carry the plates into the living room.” She did as he asked, and placed their glasses on her table as she took a seat on the floor across from him. The scent of the hot dish made her mouth water. “Mmm… that smells wonderful.” “I hope it tastes good.” He winked across at her. “Well, tuck in.” She grabbed her fork, and began to twirl it in her pasta, wrapping it around the metal instrument. She could only describe the taste as divine, as she closed her eyes and savored the food. It had been a long time since she’d had a hot, home-cooked meal as she was a little too used to takeout. “Wow, this is amazing…” “Thank you, darling. I love to cook, but I don’t get much time for it, unfortunately.” “I bet.” The couple enjoyed their meal together, and after everything was washed up and the leftovers were put away, they collapsed onto the couch side by side. “Olivia, tomorrow night after the performance we are all attending a party seeing as how next week is the end of Coriolanus. It’s going to be at the Rosewood Hotel. I’d love for you to attend with me. It’s just a quiet, private affair. I have a friend flying in tomorrow, as well. He’ll be there, and I’d love for you to meet him.” “Oh… Tom, I don’t think I should. Not after last night.” He nodded slowly. “I understand. I was hoping you’d say yes, but I know that last night wasn’t easy for you. I’m still incredibly sorry about that…” She shrugged. “It’s alright. I’ll just have to figure out how to fix it.” “I just hope by ‘fixing it’ you won’t have to tell me goodbye.” “We’ll see, Tom.” He wouldn’t push her to talk to him about things. She would talk when she was ready. All he knew was that he liked her, he was inexplicably drawn to her, and he didn’t want her to say that she couldn’t see him anymore. After all, it wouldn’t be his first relationship to be ruined by paparazzi. Tom wrapped his arm around Livi, and pulled her close allowing her to lay her head on his chest. She had never been with a man that was so touchy-feely, but apparently Tom really liked the closeness. They really didn’t know each other that well, and Livi would normally never cuddle with a man that she knew so little of, but it felt different with Tom… it felt like she had known him forever, and she was comfortable around him. That hadn’t happened in a very long time. His chest just felt so good… and he smelled so good… Livi sighed and wished she could just stay in their little safe bubble forever. “Tom?” “Hmm?” He asked as he looked down to her. He deftly moved her soft hair so that he could see her face, and was struck breathless when her golden brown eyes flickered up to his. “Will you kiss me again... please?” He looked at her, surprised for a moment, and dipped his head to hers, fulfilling her wish. He moved his hand to rest against her smooth cheek as their lips moved together, her mouth so warm and inviting, and her lips softer than anything he had experienced before. He let his hand drift from her face down to her neck, leaving goosebumps on her skin from his light touch. “Olivia…” He growled, as he broke their kiss and breathed heavily against her lips. “Hmm?” “You are the most infuriatingly confusing woman I’ve ever met… and I can’t get enough of you. Where’s your bedroom?” “Down the hall… to the left.” She barely got the words out, and she felt like she’d flatline just from his voice alone. He stood, before bending down and sliding his hands under her bottom. “Wrap your legs around me, Olivia.” She did as he asked as his lips found hers once more, and held onto his muscular shoulders as he lifted her from the couch, making his way through the living room and down the hall. He paid no attention to anything in her bedroom but her, as he gently laid her down against her dove-colored bedspread. He stripped out of his black cardigan and white t-shirt, discarding it onto her floor and leaving him bare-chested. “Come here, you.” He wrapped his hands around her wrists and pulled her up, making her giggle. “Olivia, look at me. Do you want this?” “I do.” If nothing else, she’d at least have a little fun with him before she left. She’d let herself have that. He grinned and let his fingers drift beneath her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, throwing it to the small pile of clothing he had started on the floor. He was surprised to see a large tattoo on her ribcage of a black and grey anatomical heart, with gorgeous, rich pink and yellow flowers covering the bottom part of it. “That’s stunning… and not at all what I expected.” He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, just taking in this new part of her. She felt heat spread across her face, as the blush made its way across her cheeks. “Oh… yeah... I have more, you just can’t see them unless I’m naked. With my job, I can’t really have anything that shows.” It had been so long since Olivia had been nude with a man, much less intimate with one, and she almost couldn’t formulate words. She didn’t think anyone but the tattoo artist had seen the heart tattoo, as she got it in Japan before she came to London, and she certainly hadn’t taken her clothes off for anyone since arriving here. It was her newest piece of art, and she loved it. Tom looked at her artwork, which was lovely, but the body it rested on was even more perfect than he had pictured. She sat before him in a sheer, mauve bra that had a sweet, tiny pink bow between her breasts, and he immediately felt a stirring in his pants that was beginning to grow uncomfortable. He stood there for another moment looking at her before she brought him back to reality. “What are you staring at?” She asked, as she brought her arms across her chest self-consciously. “Oh, no, darling… don’t do that. You’re absolutely exquisite.” He could tell that she was nervous, and he placed his hands on her shoulders in reassurance. His eyes drifted to her other side, and on it rested a tattoo of a beautiful angel draped over an intricately carved piece of marble… and she was weeping. It was lovely and heartbreaking, all at the same time – and he had seen that before. “I know that statue… it’s in New Orleans.”

She nodded slowly. “That’s where I’m from.” There wasn’t any point in trying to lie. Finally, he felt like he was getting somewhere. “Ah. I see. Lovely city.” “Sort of.” She shrugged, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down on top of her. “I don’t want to think about New Orleans right now…” She enjoyed the weight of him on top of her… like nothing could hurt her with him there. As they made love, they realized that not only were they drawn together outside of the bedroom, they were a perfect match in the bedroom. They fit together like they were meant for just that, and they were both amazed at the way they felt as they found their climaxes together. They peacefully fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, Livi’s head against Tom’s bare chest. The next morning, her normal phone alarm went off waking her. For a moment, she panicked as she realized that she had woken up in someone’s arms. What had she done? She let her body control her, when her mind should’ve been in control. She slipped out of her bed, and went into her bathroom to shower. After all, she had to get ready for work. She quietly applied her makeup, and ran her fingers through her wet hair. She didn’t want to risk waking Tom with the blow-dryer. She went into her closet and picked out a tweed dress, with a denim shirt underneath. She finished it off with black tights, black booties, and some jewelry.

She thought that she could possibly sneak out without Tom knowing. She didn’t want to face the whole morning-after situation. He could just let himself out, right? She grabbed her doctor’s bag and her handbag, but quickly realized she had left her cell phone in the bedroom. Shit. She tip-toed into the room, and noticed that Tom was still sleeping peacefully in her bed. He was gorgeous and perfect, even in his sleep. Fucking cheekbones of a god… damn him. She walked to the bedside table and grabbed her phone, quietly turning around to tip-toe back out. She heard a husky, sleepy voice come from behind her. “You’re not trying to sneak out on me, are you, darling?” She pivoted on her feet. “Of course not… I just… I have to go to work, and I didn’t want to wake you.” “Mmm-hmm… Come here for a moment, love.” She obliged, after placing her bags on the floor. She sat beside him on the bed, and watched as he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “Last night was amazing, Olivia. Thank you…” She diverted her eyes from his to their joined hands. “What’s wrong? Did you not enjoy last night?” “No, I did… I just… this is all moving so fast. Are you not scared, Tom?” “Of course I’m scared. Anytime you put your heart out there, there’s a chance of getting it broken… and yes, this is moving rather quickly. I trust my instincts, darling, and I am feeling things that I have never felt before.” She nodded softly as she noticed the way the grey sheet draped over his lean, muscular lower half. The same lower half she became very well acquainted with last night. “Um… I need to get to work, Tom. Make yourself at home… just lock the door when you leave, please.” He nodded as he watched her grab her bags and wave over her shoulder. There were things that he still wanted to say to her, and he wished that they could have just stayed in bed and relived the previous night over and over again. He slipped out of her comfortable bed and back into his white boxer shorts, and within a few seconds, he heard the front door slam behind her. His stomach clenched when he realized he didn’t ask her if she had made her decision about Washington… He hoped he had done enough to make her stay.

#The Cure #tom hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston fandom #tom hiddleston fanfiction #corrah #lovecorrah #cozycorrah #ofc olivia #chapter 6 #doctor

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chilly-territory · 7 years ago

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Gangsta, BD Special Manga 1-6 text translation

A translation of all the chapters of the special BD LE manga (for info and scans - fuckyeahgangsta’s post)

EDIT: a translation for booklet #5 added.

EDIT2: booklet #6 added

Booklet #1

01 Cliff: I'mma give you what you deserve for stealing my girlfriend, fucking brat! Did you do it despite knowing what family I'm from?! Aah?!

02 Cliff: Just try to get anywhere near her again! Next time, your life's as good as forfeit! Woman: Worick, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! RandomThug1: Hey, let's go already, Cliff. RandomThug2: Ouch! Watch where you're going! Cliff: Come here and let's get going! Gee, you're sure one hell of a slut, too, huh! Woman: S-So what?! It's not like you don't get it on with that woman...

03 Worick: It's not my fault. The woman bought me. Chad: We~ll, not seeing through the fact that she has a boyfriend is your fault though. That's just how it works.

04 Chad: But more importantly, Worick! I told you time and again to stop picking up customers in the off-limits zone! When your workplace, Pussy, gets tipped about your extracurricular activities, I won't be able to cover for you, you know! Worick: I don't remember ever asking you to cover for me though, Chad-san? Ow, that hurts! What the hell?! You didn't have to hit me! Chad: Be grateful I took care of your wounds, punk! Worick: You just went ahead without asking! Chad: Agh! You're really such a brat, I can't even!

05 Worick: How about you just tell me who that shithead's 'parent' is already? Brown haired, a scar on his left cheek extending to the jaw, named Cliff... Chad: Look, you should never start anything with those affiliated with the 4 Godfathers. ---I know you can be smarter than that, Worick. And I really don't wanna hafta clean up your dead body.

07 Guy: Fuck, fuck! What the fuck, dammit! I'm from the Monroe family, you realize?! Think you can get away with this, damn Twili--- Eek! Nic: LoOkin' fO' C'iFf. GuY wI' a sCar 'eRe. CliFf. WheRe iS 'e?

08 Miles: Another one of our people got killed, sir. I think it is safe to assume that it is the doing of the same person who was behind the dismembering of our man the other day. The latest victim also had his nails methodically peeled off. To be on the safe side, I took it upon myself to account for the possibility of the killer being a Twilight and beef up security on the premises. I also requested the Paulklee Guild to dispatch a number of their mercenaries to be stationed here for that purpose. Two of them, of B/2 and B/0 class, are expected to arrive in the afternoon... Monroe: ---Miles.

09 Miles: Yes, sir? Monroe: What was it, in your opinion? Miles: ...What do you mean, sir? Monroe: What do you think devoured them? Grudge? Resentment? Hunger? Pleasure...?

10 Monroe: ---Lately, it was so boring because we didn't have this kind of entertainment. So let's make some bets, shall we, Miles.

11 RandomThug3: Hey, this ain't a show! Mind your own business! Go away! Scatter! Bystanders: Looks like the body is dismembered. / That's so fucked up. / He was a member of the Monroe family, apparently? / No way whoever did this can hope to get away with their life after making enemies of that family. / Just what on earth those responsible for this are thinking...? / Oh well, starting anything with the Monroe family is plain crazy from the get-go.

Booklet #2

02 Cliff(thoughts): Fuck! Another one got killed. Did someone catch on to me selling under the carpet to the anti-Twilight faction...? RandomThug1: Hey, Cliff! It's still daytime, you're clearly drinking too much. RandomThug2: ---Oh. There they come.

02 RandomThug2: The Guild's arrived. RandomThug1: ---Agh. So Miles-san summoned Rin again. This is my first time seeing that woman though... RandomThug2: Hey, hey, you don't know her? Her name's Wong, and she's Rin's older sister. RandomThug1: Huh?! They're siblings?! RandomThug2: Yeah, and they have the rep for doing a good and thorough job.

03 RandomThug2: With them around, guess we Normals get no turn this time, eh. RandomThug1: Hahaha.

04 Lin: Agh~~~~ We're stuck with some real tedious job again this time. Wong: Hold you tongue, Lin. The client is the boss of the Monroe family. Think of it as an honor. Lin: Agh~~~~ You're too serious for your own good, Wong-nee. Wong: Are there any Twilights who routinely visit this mansion? Lin: Hm~~~~~ A guy who does deliveries and a few others running errands for Master Christiano... And also~~~~~ Kids from the orphanage Young Master Monroe supports come to play from time to time. ...Is something wrong, Wong-nee? Wong: ---Well...

05 Wong: I just thought that their smell is a little too strong for a leftover scent.

06 Monroe: ----I smell a beast...

07 RandomThug3: ---Huh? Where did he go? Hey, whatcha doing? It's almost time to swit...

08 RandomThug3: ...ch.... En...

09 RandomThug3: ENEMY ATTAC-...*gurgle*.

10-11 Miles: Sitrep! RandomThug4: Miles-nii! RandomThug5: Miles-san! RandomThug4: We believe we're dealing with multiple invaders! 8 of our men are already dead! All of them had their necks twisted! RandomThug5: We gotta report to the bo---... OneOfTheRandomThugs: ---Eh?

Booklet #3

02 Woman: You sure surprised me the other day when you suddenly asked to see these blueprints. Did you discover an interest in construction? I could hire if you want...? Worick: No, that's not it. I've no interest in that. Woman: ...Eh? Worick: All I wanted was to see the layout of Monroe's residence. ---That won't do, Madame.

03 Worick: You shouldn't reveal your most important client's information so easily...

04 RandomThug1: Wh-What the?! What was that explosion?! What's going on?! RandomThug2: It's in the east wing's armory on the first floor. Stay alert! We've got invaders! RandomThug3: What the hell are the guys inside doing?! RandomThug4: Miles-san! Wong: Master Miles, are you OK? Miles: Forget about me, Wong! The boss' safety comes first! Go to his office on the third floor! Also, watch out for the vents, the attacker is a kid! Wong: Rin is already heading there, I'll be on my way right away as well. (thinks) Tch... There goes my left eardrum, huh.

06 Lin: Look, kid~~~~~~~ You even realize what you have done and who you bared your teeth at~? Didn't your Mommy and Daddy teach you that under no circumstances must you lay a finger on the 4 Godfa... Ouch! Are you listening to me, you damn brat? I bet someone hired you to do this, right? I don't have all day, so hurry up and spit their name alre---

07 Lin: Agh~~~~ What a pain in the ass~~~~~ That's why I fuckin' hate ki... (thoughts) ...Huh?

09 Wong: Rin! Are you there yet?! What are you taking your sweet time for! Where's Boss Monroe...?

10-11 Lin: Sorry, sis. I screwed up...

12 Wong: ...---I see. So you have a deathwish.

Booklet #4

01 Miles: Boss! Are you alright? RandomThug1: Please hurry up and escape, sir! Monroe: Easy, easy, no need to panic so much. RandomThug2: Miles-nii! I'm not finished tending to your wounds! We need to stop the bleeding! Monroe: Well, aren't you quite the looker now. Miles: Why thank you, sir. RandomThug3: This is the second floor speaking! The intruder is fighting Wong in the east hall! Rin is out of commission! We will stall to buy enough time for the boss to escape! Requesting assistance, asap!

02 RandomThug4: Bring what you can from the east wing's armory, too! RandomThug5: Hurry! They're moving towards the central stairway. Hey! Where are you going? That's not the way! Get back here, Cliff! Cliff! Cliff(thoughts): Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm in deep deep shit! It's me they're after... I'm next on their list! What the hell's going on?! How come the info got leaked?! Did the guys I sold to botch it up?! Assume they did, they're still a group under Corsica's umbrella! No way they could be traced back to me that easily...! I gotta think up of a way to get the fuck outta here, or I'll get killed...

05 Cliff: HIAAH!

06 Bystanders: H-Hey, that sound just now... / They said something about a Twilight intruder earlier... / No way! That's Monroe's residence, for crying out loud. / Should we maybe call the police? / Something's clearly wrong in there. / That's another explosion inside. Worick(thoughs): Yes, run. Run for your life. Come all the way here, to me.

07 Miles: ...*cough* B-Boss, I profoundly apologize. Are you injured anywhere? Monroe: What a bummer. The overcoat I had tailored for me just the other day is now ruined. Miles: I shall see to it that a new one is made for you on the double, sir. *cough* Monroe: What do you think of this, Miles? Just now, it was... Cliff, was his name, right? That naughty boy dabbing in the black market sales that you left at large for the time being? Miles: ...Yes... Only, he sold to the anti-Twilight faction. They would rather die than use a Twilight. Monroe: Yeah, except that kid Twilight is apparently only interested in that Cliff guy. ---But not in my head, despite my being one of the 4 Godfathers...

08 Monroe: ...or hers, despite her being a high level Twilight.

10 Cliff: Eek...!

11 Wong: ...Damn that Rin. Letting a Low like this brat send him to kingdom come. He may be my brother, but that's one hell of a way to be a pathetic loser. You fool daring defile the sanctuary, repent!

Booklet #5

01 RandomThugs: Plug all the vents down to the first floor! / Request the Guild to send reinforcements! / Hurry up with securing the route! / The Boss' escape is top priority! Miles: A samurai sword, huh? Quite the morbid taste, I have to say. Only the Raveau couple from the 1st street and the Guild could possibly carry a weapon that specialized... Monroe: ---No, that’s not quite so. (thinks) What a beautiful blade.

02 Monroe: It makes me want to have a chat with the person who polished this up. PoliceOfficers: Make way! Make way! The police coming though! / Chad-san. Chad: Make the onlookers back off farther away! So what's the situation inside the Monroe residen---

04 Wong: ---Agh. Ugh. Gha..h. Downer... Why... a stray brat... has... injectors... ...A Low... like you... I won't lose... to some... Low...

05 Wong: AAAH!

07 Cliff(thinks): I'm done for. No way I can do anything against a monster like that. Gotta ru---

08 Worick(flashback): Stupidly huge adults are who you'll be up against. So once you get in through the vents, you as good as won.

09 Worick(flashback): But make absolutely sure you don't kill Daniel Monroe. There'll be hell if you do. As long as you bring that Cliff bastard to where I am, your mission is accomplished. ---And hey...

10 Worick(flashback): Don’t overdo it like that time, monster [furigana: Nicolas].

12 Worick: ---Took you long enough. I even ran out of my smokes.

Booklet #6

01 Monroe: Haha.

02-03 Monroe: Miles. I want them. I want this thing's master.

04 Worick: Siiigh. The mansion is now in shambles. And a lot of Daniel Monroe's precious men died. All because you went and beat up a random kid you knew nothing about, over one unfaithful broad. And then his Twilight friend came to get revenge. So...

05 Worick: ...what do we do now, Cliff-san? Chad: Worick, you...! What were you thinking?! And after I expressly warned you not to get involved with him, too! This is how you want to repay your debt to Big Momma for taking you in?! Monroe: ---I see, so that's what's going on here.

06 Monroe: Geez... You sure did a number on us. Thanks to you, we now have all this extra work we could have done without. Miles: Boss. Monroe: Oh well, it was a good exercise for my rusting body. Ooh, oww. Chad: Da-- Cliff: Eek! Monroe: Don't worry, Chad. I'm not dead yet. ---Well then, pet owner-kun.

07 Monroe: As embarrassed as I am to admit it, your little doggie managed to scratch none other than one of the Four Godfathers. Doing that for a petty reason that you mentioned would do you no good, but you... What exactly did you want to accomplish by being here in person? Cliff: ...I-It's this brat! It's him, Boss! He's the one who murdered our members! I schooled and warned him, but he's not satisfied with killing all my buddies! He went after the whole family, siccing that monster on us...! Monroe: ...Is what he says. Is that true?

08 Worick: ...Yes. Well, the gist of it, anyway. Chad: Wori--! Worick: You don't need someone like him anyway, no? A pathetic loser who kicks up a fuss over one broad and shouts the place he's affiliated with loudly for all to hear.

09 Worick: And to boot, sells your family's goods behind your back to the anti-Twilight groups just to make some petty buck for yourself. A worthless shit is what he is. ---That's why I decided to get you rid of him. Although my dog apparently still lacks discipline a little. ...And I apologize for that. Cliff: Y-You fuckin' brat!!! Stop with your fuckin' bull--

10 Cliff: --shit.

11 Monroe: ---Alright, apology accepted. I've taken a liking to you. Starting today, you two are mine. Become my shield, serve my family...

12 Monroe: ...and I will give you two a place to belong.

#gangsta.

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yourlocalyorozuya · 8 years ago

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The Tale of the Morose Manbeast Ch. 06

Pairing: Abeno Haruitsuki/Ashiya Hanae

Rating: k+ (Slow burn fic)

AU: Beauty and the Beast

[[I'm planning to stick to an upload of 1k words per chapter and gradually increasing as the chapters go on, so this may be a bit slow at the beginning! I'll use this to work on the fluff and drama angles, so hopefully you won't be too bored dear reader :> ]]

[[As always, thanks for reading!]]

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The Tale of the Morose Manbeast

Chapter 06

White.

It was all he could see. Before he closes his eyes, before he opens them, that maddening color.

Lingering at the back of his mind.

A taunt, a reminder. The sour taste of bile on his tongue.

This was his punishment.

It was what he deserved.

Behind his back, the mirror he cracked, with the vicious torment of someone who’d learnt what pain felt like.

The mirror, that even now, worries for his well-being.

His fingers, cut. Red against the ghost-white tiles. Splinters of glass on his feet and the pain eating away at his mind.

This was what he deserved.

This-

He stares at the wall, the color searing into his eyes.

What ‘he’ deserved?

'He?'

Cracked lips form half-words, lost in his the voices in his mind.

Were they his thoughts?

He can hear the mirrors whispers.

Were they his thoughts?

Were they his?

‘He’?

Who was…he again?

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Something soft on his face. He opens his eyes.

…? This whiteness….was very soft? Almost fuzzy?

And right as he was thinking this, the whiteness moved. Something touched his cheek.

An eye staring down at him.

“….!!”

Immediately, he sits up and regrets it just as fast, when whatever nausea that lurked in the depths of his mind and stomach caught up with him.

“Urgh!”

“For once, can you try to not do that?”

A voice that sighs in his mind, loud enough, close enough that he could almos feel the breath on his ears. He knows it somehow.

And that’s when the whiteness disappears and he’s able to see. He’s awake enough to feel.

Sweat on his face and cheeks red from exertion, a strange lack of air in his lungs. A forest, luscious green grass surrounding him, in his fingers, rustling like paper.

He registers all of that in the back of his mind; most of his focus was on gold fur, gold eyes that gazed at him sharply.

And all of his memories fell into place with a click.

“Do what?” Ashiya asked the beast.

“Act like such a child.”

"Wh...what?! Why the sudden insult?!"

"But I suppose it's a good thing you're so energetic."

Something moves in Ashiya’s lap and he sees the other monster, staring up at him with big purple eyes.

“…It’s not like I can help it. It’s a reflex! Normal humans have them!” Ashiya says finally, with a huff.

Somewhat distracted still. The white monster butts against his fingers repeatedly.

"From what I've seen, normal humans are much more composed." The beast snorts, "Is this a new trend among the youth of these days?"

" Why are you acting like an old man all of a sudden? Exactly how old are you anyway?!"

No reply. The beast stares at him, seemingly considering something.

“What? What is it?”

“Can you stand up?”

“Eh? I can. I think. My legs hurt a bit, but I can.” His legs have that pins-and-needles sensation still, but he could. He thinks so anyway.

"Stand up, then." There's an urgency in the beast's 'voice' now. Ashiya frowns, but complies.

"Okay."

The white monster hops to the ground as he does so.

“…Where did that monster go?”

“You remember seeing it?” There’s a hint of surprise in there. It’s strange that Ashiya could even tell that from a voice in his head.

“I’m not supposed to?”

“Usually, it’s difficult for most to remember their presence.”

Those words sounded much more ominous and he had the feeling that the beast wasn’t intending them to be.

“What you saw was indeed a monster. A monster that can read the hearts of people.”

“H-how did you-?!” Can he read minds?!

“No, your reactions are just obvious.” Is the dry reply, “Very obvious.”

“…! Well, just…quit doing that!”

The beast merely snorts and gets to its feet. “If you’re so energetic still, you may as well help find an exit.”

“An exit?”

“To escape this place.”

“Es…escape?”

The weight of the word seems to reawaken in him the predicament they faced. “Escape? From this place?’

"Do you want to stay?” The beast sounds somewhat incredulous, “Did you not want to leave?”

“I-I did, but wait! Where even are we?!” Ashiya looks around the place, feeling the panic in him anew, the dread in his stomach past the cobwebs in his mind.

“…”

“Weren’t we in your mansion just before?! How did we end up here?”

"For that...you have my apologies."

"Apologies?" Ashiya looks at the monster again.

"You came to me from a mirror, remember?"

The one that talked to him before. Ashiya nods.

"And in return, we need to leave the room via the same mirror. But...something went wrong and we ended up stranded here."

"Stranded?? Wait, what?! There's a way out, isn't there?!"

"There should be. But then, it's been a while since I came to this dimension..."

"We're...stuck here?! Why?! Why couldn't we just have walked out into the hallway or something, why are we stranded in a forest in the middle of nowhere now?! Why is-"

And he stopped suddenly. Stopped dead, his sentences cut off abrupt like a marionette halfway through its show.

...Was...was it just him or did the atmosphere change around the beast all of a sudden?

"That kind of method wouldn't work. Even if we knew that we would be stranded here beforehand, we would not have been able to avoid it."

Wh...

He couldn't even finish that thought.

Something...stopped him. A chill down his throat, gripping at his lungs.

By his feet, the white fuzzball starts abruptly. Moving behind Ashiya's feet.

A chill?

That was wrong. Rather than that...it was like...

“Fate simply does not work that way. It’s not that convenient.”

Sweat pouring down his neck and his mouth forced open as he tries so desperately to breathe.

And the feeling gripped his heart like a phantom hand, the burning sensation of ice poisoning his blood.

He...couldn’t breathe!

The golden eye meets his. The pupil, slit sharp and ferocious.

He can’t...feel his body....

In front of his very eyes, the eye meeting his seems to soften.

"...Sorry."

The beast says suddenly. And the feeling disappears. Ashiya manages a deep breath. In a throat that seems ravaged by ash, he manages to ask,

"A-Abeno-san?" "Like this, we won't get anywhere."

"Like this?"

Another heavy sigh. And the beast looks around them.

"I'll accompany you to the exit of this place. Once we've found it, the mirror will be able to resume its path back towards the entrance. And then," He looks back towards Ashiya, "You can finally leave."

"Okay..." Ashiya says. No hesitation before that response. The feeling may have vanished but his heart is still...

"Don't worry. Nothing like that will happen to you again."

Nothing like that. What was he talking about?

The monster attack?

There's a creeping numbness on his foot now. Ashiya starts, moves away with a gasp. To see the white fuzzball withdraw from him.

And inside his mind, the voice speaks to him again.

"I'll make sure that you, at least, leave this place."

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The Tale of the Morose Manbeast Chapter 6: How to begin, how to end.

End.

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