#AND THE GUN ON THE FRONT OF HER PANTS WHY WAS THAT HOT
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last post that's a compilation of my favorite Juliet screenshots from an episode đ€§đ€§đ€§ enjoy (i'm still crying)
#SHE STILL LOOKED SO GOOD I'M DAVESTATED đđđđ#SHE WAS SO HOT ON THE SUBMARINE AND SO FUCKING SAD ON THE BOAT AND SHE STILL SMILED AT KATE AT THE BEACH#SHE WAS EVEN SADDER WHEN TALKING TO ROSE AND BERNARD I'M CRYINGGG#AND THE GUN ON THE FRONT OF HER PANTS WHY WAS THAT HOT#SHE WAS SO ANGRY AND THEN ALSO SO SAD AND THEN SHE WAS JUST DOING HER BEST AND SHE KNEW SHE WAS DYING AND AAAAAAAAAA#đđđđđđđđđđ#watching lost#(shh don't tell me she will show up for a bit at the end we're pretending i don't know but also i will insufferable when that happens)
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beast boy and raven
smartand'mean'!reader convinces fratboy!matt to dress up with her for halloween
vibe check: fluffy good vibes all round
500 words
A/N: i wrote this sooooooo long ago and forgot that it existed. anyways i love them
love and cigs, merc
The party downstairs had already started, music blaring from every corner of the house. Chris and Matt were in their rooms, getting ready for their first Halloween party of the week. By a string of cruel fate, they stepped out their bedroom doors at the same time, locking eyes as Matt took a swig of his pregame drink and Chris placed his canon joint between his lips. The sight of Matt, in a purple shirt and grey cargos with green hair made Chris erupt into laughter.
âWhat the fuck are you supposed to be kid? Why is your hair green?â Chris couldnât contain his laughter.
Matt smacked the dangling joint from Chris lipsâ and pushed him by the shoulder.
ây/n wanted to be raven and beast boy, yâknow the green kid and the witch chick from teen titans?â Matt said, not able to contain his chuckles at the sight of Chris keeled over in hysterics.
âWhat are you? A divorced dad of three?â Matt questioned, referring to Chisâ blue Hawaiian shirt.
Chris picked his joint up off the floor and shook his head, his laughter still lingering, ânah dude, mâfuckin Romeoâ He says, pulling a fake gold gun from his belt and brandishing it in-front of Matts face.
âRomeo in what century? I swear thatâs old as fuckâ Matt snickers.
S!r/n came out from Chrisâ room, wearing a white dress and angel wings with her hair pulled back in a half up half down. âFrom the 1996 movie, Matt, duhâ She says, pointing between her and Chris.
âWait, hang on, youâre Romeo and Juliet?â Matt questions, folding his arms over his chest with raised brows.
âIts cute right?â Your voice comes from behind Matt as you loop your arm through his, looking up at him, the dark makeup around your eyes accentuating their beautiful colour.
"You guys look go goodâ s!r/n says at you and Matt.
Matt grins down and you and puckers his lips. You kiss him quickly, trying not to get your black lipstick on his mouth.
âYou two make me sickâ Chris says, shaking his head and sparking his joint.
He turns to walk down the stairs and holds his hand out behind him, squeezing his fingers together a couples times, gesturing for his girl to take his hand. She complies, and follows him tightly down the winding staircase towards the music.
Matt turns to face you, tracing delicate fingers over the purple velvet cape thatâs draped over your shoulders. He scans your figure, taking in how your black, shiny hot pants hug the tops of your fishnet covered thighs.
âYou look so sexy, angelâ he murmurs, not taking his eyes off your frame âThanks Matthewâ you smile, cheesing at his compliment. âThis makeup tooâ he sucks air into his pursed lips and shakes his head slightly. âYou like it?â You say, leaning up into him, pressing your body against his. âMhm, I like it a lotâ He nods, bringing a firm hand to the side of your face, smiling as he pulls you up into a kiss.
His other hand sneaks down of your backside and squeezes the plump flesh of your ass, followed by a slap that makes you squeal into his mouth. His chuckle breaks the kiss, and he continues to kneed at the flesh of your ass.
âLets go get drunkâ He says âYes!â You grin up at him, âtequila!â You chant, taking his hand and leading him down the staircase towards the party.
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âmatte blackâ with toji fushiguro
word count: 1.4k
warnings: nsfw, ghostface! toji, roleplay, dubcon (it's planned out beforehand), gunplay, like lots of gunplay, knifeplay + cutting off clothes, unprotected p in v, backshots, a little crying, toji tries to scare you but it doesn't work out how he thinks. (18+ mdni!)
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âi mean, really, who makes you work late on halloween?â
your complaints to your friend are barely heard, as sheâs busy on the other line doing something with her boyfriend. but really, who makes you work late on halloween? okay, yeah, youâre an adult, but everyone with kids at your job got to go home at a reasonable time, so why were you just now getting home at nearly midnight?
and as you still ramble on about your shitty job, something lurks around your apartment. maybe it was all the halloween decorations you saw, or the feeling of the night itself, but you canât seem to shake the feeling of something being around you.
thatâs why you called your friend in the first place, though you were too scared to admit it..
âhang up the phone.â
the voice that speaks to you is right in your ear, yet you feel no one around you. itâs dark, raspy, scary. probably anyoneâs worst nightmare on the night of halloween.
âhang up.â
you freeze in terror, even more so when you come to the realization of the cold barrel pressed against your temple. the friend that had been forgotten on the other end of the line hangs up when you donât reply to her statement. and you think, just for a second, you are absolutely fucked.
âplease donâtâ,â you try to plead, and a hand comes over your mouth. cool leather presses against your face, whoeverâs hand this is has to be absolutely huge.
âno talking, iâll tape your mouth shut.â he threatens, his tone dangerous and intimidating.
but also, weirdly hot. thereâs a fever coming over your body and a mix of feelings, and you arenât sure if youâre more scared or turned on. you close your eyes and nod your head, a single tear rolling down your cheek to meet his glove. keeping your mouth covered, the man wraps his free arm around you, dragging you away to your couch. he throws you down, allowing himself to come into your view.
your suspicions are correct, he is big, a huge frame of nothing but muscles. your eyes trail up, seeing his baggy black pants, and the black short sleeve shirt encasing his broad shoulders. and, like any of those scary movies you watched, a ghostface mask sits atop his build, matte black eyes and mouth staring into the depths of your very being.
but even as frightened as you may be, you know exactly whoâs below that scary costume, especially with that infamous gun tucked sloppily into the front pocket of his pants. but you decide to play along for now. your wet eyelashes flutter as you look into the empty eyes of the mask, coyly egging toji on to continue his terrifying persona.
âstrip.â toji commands, grabbing the pistol out of his pocket and showing off the shiny metal. (itâs the same one you gifted him for your one year anniversary, with his initials engraved on the side and a cool design, but you ignore it.)
âbutâ,â
âi said, strip.â and once again, the cool steel makes contact with you, right in the middle of your forehead. heâs all too quick with his movements.
your somewhat trembling fingers make way to the top button of your blouse, hastily and frantically trying to unbutton your shirt. unfortunately, you take too long for tojiâs liking, and unfortunately, he just has to pull out the shiny knife he had kept in his boot, adorned with a matte black handle. toji urges you back with the tip of the gun, and your back lands against the soft cushions of your couch, the knife is already ripping through the thin fabric of your shirt, cutting through the thin piece that held the cups of your bra together. your arms flail up in an attempt to cover yourself.
âaht, donât move.â
the muzzle presses up against your chin, facing you away from him and from your body. thickly swallowing, you stare up at the ceiling and allow toji to do what he wanted to. when you look down, the mask is cut off by the round of your cheek, but tojiâs obviously focused elsewhere as he saws through the denim material of your jeans.
âtoji! these areâ!â you try to get him to have some decency and unbutton your pants, but the muzzle only presses harder. it shuts you up, and the remaining parts of your jeans are shredded off, piece by piece, agonizingly slow. next to come off is your panties, a sharp riiip shooting through the air as the cold blade tears the cotton. the surrounding coolness of your home hits your sopping cunt. beneath the mask, toji grins.
ânasty girl,â toji spits, âyouâre really gettingâ off on this, huh?â the muzzle presses against your chin harder for only a second, before toji contorts you into his liking. he rips the gun away and flips your body over, bending you over the arm of the couch. you smile to yourself in the compromised position, at tojiâs mercy, just how the both of you liked.
toji unbuckles the belt threaded through the loops on his cargos, removing it in one tug and throwing it somewhere on the floor. ears perking up at the clatter, you lift your head to try and look back at toji, and the mask stares coldly at you in return. thereâs no emotion in a mask. he tugs the thick fabric of his pants down and his boxers at the same time, allowing his fully hardened cock to spring free of itâs confines. thick fingers prod against your entrance, sliding around in your slickened folds to halfway prep you for tojiâs cock.
tojiâs soft, rounded tip kisses your awaiting opening, barely teasing the weeping hole that was so ready for him. he slides in with ease, burying himself until his pubic hairs scratched the skin of your ass. unrelenting. you lewdly moan out, filling the once silent air with the sounds of your pleasure. itâs getting too hot too quickâtoji notices how into all this you seem, even through the dark eyeholes of the mask. though his vision is blocked off halfway, he sees you fucking back into his slow pace, the wet sloshing of your cunt bringing utmost satisfaction to toji. and he stills. he gets an idea.
âfuck me, baby,â toji commands, dark and rough.
âtoji,â you whine, doing the bare minimum to move yourself back onto him.
âlike you want it,â his voice gets meaner, and he rips the mask off his face to get a better view. tojiâs hand wraps around your hair just enough to force your head up, âcâmon, now.â
you grumble to yourself in dissatisfaction, but do as he says, moving your hips back to force his length back inside you. it stretches past each gummy ring, poking at your g-spot effortlessly. you hated him for how easily he made you feel like this, horny and so pleasured, as if his ego needed any more boosting.
toji rips the mask off his face, displeased with his limited viewing area. and boy does that stupid grin get ridiculously wider when you begin to slap your ass against him faster, holding yourself up with the help of his hand holding your hair. his cock splits you open, each inch going in and out becoming increasingly overwhelming. your mind is blank, only filled with the noises of your own pleasure and the big, strong, scary man fucking you.
âyeahhh,â he drawls, grunting as you force yourself back on him harder, âcâmere, babe.â
you try to lift yourself up for him more, yet your body falls limp when toji begins hammering into you without remorse. so, of course, he takes it upon himself to wrap an arm around your shoulders and lift you up, pressing your back into his chest. your body bounces in tune with his thrusts, arms switching between flailing around and grasping for toji. his other free hand wraps around your jaw to turn your head, his rough lips sloppily meeting yours.
even through all this, toji always finds a way to show you intimacy.
but really, heâs just found a few more of your weaknesses heâs going to exploit until you canât take it anymore. a little fucked up of him, yeah, but toji knows you can take it. especially with the way your body melts into him so naturally, putting yourself at his disposal.
âdonât get tired now, doll,â he groans against your ear,
âweâre just gettinâ started.â
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Always Ever Only You Part 33 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Getting through your second presentation feels like a battle of wits against your own body. Then after weeks of barely being able to stomach anything, you are presented with the most enticing dinner. But it's the food that's alluring, not your dinner mate, and Bradley has a few things to say about the mess you get yourself caught up in.
Warnings: Swearing, adult language, pregnancy topics, angst, fluff, phone sex, masturbation
Length: 5800 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32
You slept like a lovesick log after your long drive back to the hotel from the cemetery. Exhausted from throwing up in the shrubs, you curled up in bed and watched the video you took for your son or daughter. You had recorded yourself reading both headstones and having a little conversation with your in-laws about the baby. It was just meant to be something you and Bradley could watch one day with the nugget, but it brought a smile to your face.Â
You were decidedly no longer smiling when you woke up on Wednesday and had to race to the toilet. "Why is this happening again?" you asked the bath mat as you curled up in a ball. You had another, longer presentation to give. You had admirals to chat with. You had a whole lot to get done today. You didn't have time for this right now.
Even brushing your teeth was a chore. Changing into your uniform was an issue. At least your pants felt a little looser today. You honestly could not keep up with the way your body was bloated half the time and normal the rest of the time.Â
You realized your makeup was pretty much the only thing holding your life together at the moment as you swiped on some mascara. Then there was a knock at your door, and it felt like you were doing the same thing all over again today, because essentially you were. You and Cat had to struggle with the bin of equipment. You had to fight to stay awake in the rental car. The nausea was turning your life into a game of sheer determination to keep the bagel that you ate from coming back up.Â
"Are you okay?" Cat asked you a few minutes before the presentation was about to start.Â
"Of course," you told her in what you hoped was a reassuring tone. "Why wouldn't I be?" You shrugged and smiled serenely at her.Â
"Because you're sweating bullets. And you've been pacing around the hallway."
You cleared your throat and insisted, "It's just really hot in here."
"It's not," she replied. "Please. I'm begging you. Just keep it together for another ninety minutes, okay? After that, you can do anything you want. Hell, I'll do anything you want me to do. But we need to get through this presentation."Â
Her voice sounded panicked, and now you were looking around the hallway for a garbage can. But it was too late. The two of you were being called into the presentation room. Commander Patterson and Admiral Klein were sitting in the front row smiling at you. Shit, more admirals were here today. Oh fuck, all of these people wanted to hear your extended presentaion. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck, past your shoulder blades and along your spine. You wanted Bradley. You wanted Bradley to hold you and let you throw up everywhere and tell you that you were still pretty and that he loved you even if you cried on the toilet and ate crackers while you lay on the floor.Â
Tears burned your eyes, and Cat looked like she was going to scream. Pull it together. Ignore the sensation. Clip the microphone onto your shirt. Start talking.Â
"Good afternoon. Lieutenant Coleman and I are back to expound upon our research presentation from Monday which covered communications engineering at Top Gun. You can find a copy of our slides in the information packet in front of you. Please hold your questions until we pause for a break. Let's get started."
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Bradley really wasn't doing well without you at home. He was barely eating anything besides cereal and sandwiches, and he was going to bed hungry at night. The only fun he'd been having was slowly filling up that pink and blue notebook with his musings for the little nugget.
He was having a hard time sleeping, and he didn't like how quiet the house was. Even Tramp kept looking for you, occasionally running to the front door and whimpering. "We'll see her on Friday," he told the dog as he had potato chips and coffee for breakfast on Wednesday morning. "Two more days of this bullshit."Â
When he got home from work on Tuesday, he broke down in tears as he looked at the photos you sent him from the cemetery. You even took a video where you were talking to him and the nugget and his parents. He still couldn't believe you took the time to drive there and make it so special for him. After he finished crying, he made his way back up to the attic where he took the half wall down to the studs. Then he realized that he really needed to call some contractors before you came home and saw the mess he made.Â
While he drove to work in the red Bronco, he left messages, hoping to get some estimates in the next week or so. One thing that he'd been slowly coming to terms with was the fact that you didn't need him to take care of you by paying for everything. Both of your incomes were going toward the mortgage payments and all the necessities. You'd both been saving money for the future, and he figured the future had arrived since there was a baby on the way.Â
When he parked in the garage on base, he noticed he had some new texts from you.
Baby Girl Bradshaw: I miss you. I'm struggling today. I think the nugget hates me. I'll call you later after my presentation and all of this other shit is over.Â
He wanted to text you back, but he didn't want to be a distraction, so he tucked his phone into his pocket and ran his fingers through his hair. He had been reading every pregnancy article online that he could find, but none of the tricks he saw were helping you with the nausea. You were probably just going to have to wait it out. He would be ready to rub your shoulders and put a cool washcloth on the back of your neck when you got home.
Bradley walked the long way around to the classrooms since he was early and didn't need to stop in the locker room to change. When he passed the stairwell that would have taken him up to your office and the engineering labs, he swore he heard Bob's voice. He paused, and he definitely heard Bob's laugh. When the door to the stairs opened, he heard Bob say, "We can always find out later tonight if you want to invite me to your room again." And then there was a very familiar, feminine laugh before Bob appeared ten feet ahead of him.
He stared at Bob, and Bob stared back as the door closed, leaving the two of them alone. Bradley thought back to the way Bob and Maria were looking a little cozy at brunch last Sunday. This was interesting.
"Hey, Bob," Bradley said with a grin. "How are you enjoying your new apartment with Maria?"
His cheeks immediately flushed pink, and Bradley bit his lip to keep quiet as Bob started stuttering. Frankly, he was proud of his friend for sounding so much more self assured a few seconds ago when he was tucked inside the stairwell with Maria. "I-I d-don't know... are y-you... I d-din't think that..."
Bradley let him flounder through a few more partial sentences before he said, "If you're hooking up with Maria Wilson, then good for you, man. Well done."
Bob cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses and ran his hand along the back of his neck. "Thanks," he muttered as he stared at the floor.Â
"You want me to keep this information to myself?"
Bob's blue eyes went wide as they met Bradley's. "Please." He swallowed hard. "I don't think she wants anyone else to know." His voice was just a whisper as he said, "I'm sure she'd be embarrassed if people found out."
Then he turned and left Bradley standing there alone. He'd been in that position before with you. Before you made things official. And he had been miserable. "Poor Bob," he muttered as he followed him at a distance. The best case scenario would be if Maria confided in you when you got back from Annapolis. Bradley would have to be cool about you going to brunch on Sunday even though he already wanted you and the baby all to himself again all weekend.
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You made it. Somehow you got through the full hour and a half. You nailed your parts, and so did Cat. You and she answered questions for at least an additional thirty minutes, and now she was packing up the equipment while you sent a quick text to Bickel.Â
"Your research is very compelling, Lieutenant Commander."
You looked up into the eyes of Commander Patterson, and he smiled warmly at you. Unfortunately, the only thing you could really think about was the way you'd been picturing Bradley's cock the last time you talked to him. At the moment, you were so fucking horny, you felt like rubbing yourself against the wall and crying until you got some relief.
"Thank you, sir," you managed to say while you tried to focus on his face and his words. "It has really become a passion project, trying to keep actual aviators in the air versus the drone agenda. Real people making real decisions based on their surroundings and the immediate threats they are facing will always win out against a laboratory manufactured software protocol."
"I couldn't agree more." He took a step closer and said, "And the way you presented your findings made it so clear that you're eager for others to understand how important that is as well."
"Absolutely," you told him with a smile of your own. "And the funding for communications research is so important."Â
You were probably going to have to go to the cocktail hour tonight just to get your face out there since you skipped the previous one to drive to Virginia. But you were almost instantly saved from having to do that as Commander Patterson said, "I'm planning on having dinner this evening with a few of the admirals if you'd like to join us. Cocktail attire. Overpriced steaks. You know, the usual."Â
His slight eye roll had you laughing and agreeing immediately. That sounded a lot better than trying to ditch champagne flutes all night. You'd still be able to chat with some superiors, and right now, you were actually hungry. "That sounds great. I'll see if Lieutenant Coleman can join as well."
With that, his smile wavered a bit, but he told you the name of the restaurant, and you promised to be there at seven o'clock. Cat had all the equipment packed up, and she was ready for you to help her carry the bin. "Hey, you want to come eat an overpriced steak later? With Commander Patterson and some others?" you asked as you tried your best to lift with your legs.
"Why didn't you tell me before? I already agreed to some stupid happy hour with a handful of admirals, but I love overpriced food when you don't have to pay for it."
You laughed and said, "That's probably better. We can divide and conquer this way. Bickel will like that."
As the two of you hoisted the bin into the rental car, Cat smiled and said, "You know what else he'll like? The fact that we nailed the presentation again today. I'm sorry I doubted you."
"Don't do it again," you told her with a smirk. Of course then you promptly started falling asleep while she drove back to the hotel, and when you got to your room, you passed out in bed until it was time to get ready for dinner.Â
It was only three o'clock for Bradley, and even though you wanted to call him, you decided to wait a little longer. You inhaled a pack of peanut butter crackers while your stomach growled loudly. "What is with you today?" you asked the baby. "You're finally hungry? Or are you going to make me barf again?" You got a loud rumble in response. "I know you like Daddy better, and we'll be home in two days. Relax."
As you redid your makeup, you started thinking about Bradley. And then you thought about how delicious he smelled right after he finished a workout. And then you thought about how nice and big his cock is. And then you thought about all the sounds he makes and the way me moans your name when his cock is inside you.
"Oh hell," you whined, pressing your thighs together. You needed to get some relief with your toys until you could get back home, but you didn't have time for that right now. The combination of being so hungry and so horny was almost too much to handle, and you ended up calling Bradley on the short drive to the restaurant. It was barely four there, so you were surprised when he answered.Â
"Hey, Sweetheart."
Two words. He said two fucking words, and you were moaning and having a hard time focusing to drive. "Roo. Oh my god."
"What's wrong?" he snapped immediately. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," you gasped, parking the car and squeezing the steering wheel. "I'm just so horny. And Commander Patterson asked me out to dinner, and I seriously need to get fucked, Bradley. Like you have no idea how bad it is right now."
You could hear him mutter something, and then you thought you heard Jake's voice before Bradley quietly said, "Baby Girl, I'll fuck the absolute shit out of you all weekend. In fact, I can't wait to do that. I'll take care of everything you need."
"Daddy," you moaned, realizing you should have masturbated instead of taking that nap.
"But please tell me who the fuck Commander Patterson is. All I know is that you said he's that guy who asked if Top Gun aviation is the right fit for you?" Another moan escaped your lips as you thought about being a tight fit for your husband. "Yeah, you sound wrecked, Sweetheart," he crooned in that raspy voice. "I don't think you should go to dinner with some guy I don't know. I don't care what his rank is.
You sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's not just with him. Some admirals are coming too. I need to meet the admirals, Bradley. And I'm already at the restaurant." When you looked further up the block, you saw Patterson heading inside.
Bradley made a frustrated sound. "Text me when you can? And call me when you're leaving later?"
"I will," you promised as your stomach growled. You were so excited that the nugget seemed to want to eat this steak, you almost hung up before you said, "I love you."
You straightened out your black cocktail dress as you practically ran down the sidewalk in your high heels which you rarely ever wore except in your bedroom with your husband. The delicious smells from the restaurant were wafting out onto the sidewalk, and you were going to cry if there wasn't some bread or something already waiting on the table.Â
"There you are, Lieutenant Commander."Â
Patterson was waiting inside the entryway where at least the sound of the air conditioner blasting and the conversation around you was blocking out your growling stomach. He was smiling as his hand found the small of your back. "Our table is ready. We can go right there."Â
When he applied some pressure with his hand, you lurched forward. Perhaps he was just trying to help you navigate through the crowd, but he could keep his hands to himself. He must have known you were married. You decided to make a show of pointing out some hideous artwork with your left hand, practically shoving your rings in his face. "That's a lovely painting, Commander," you told him, but he just smiled and nodded at you before pulling out a chair at a table set for four.
"Please, call me Derek," he told you as he sank down into the seat across from you, and then he started using your first name without permission. The one blessing was the fact that there was an enormous basket of bread sitting right in the middle of the table along with a variety of spreads and dips.Â
You moaned softly and had to bite your lip as you reached for a soft looking roll and the chive butter. Derek was staring at you with parted lips and wide pupils. Had he never seen a woman eat before? Had you ever been this hungry before? You licked your lips as you spread some of the butter onto the roll, and then you took a bite and moaned again.Â
Holy. Fucking. Shit.Â
After weeks of feeling miserable, you finally knew you could stomach this meal right now. You were still so turned on, and yet your exhaustion was bone deep at this point, but the bread was like a lifeline to normalcy, and you were grabbing onto it.Â
Derek cleared his throat as he watched you take those first few sumptuous bites. "I've got to know," he said smoothly, "exactly what would lure you back to Annapolis for good?"
You popped the rest of the roll between your lips and chewed it up before you said, "Nothing."
"There would have to be something. Better research facilities? Your own lab? Both of your degrees and your work are so impressive, you must know there would be endless possibilities for you here."
You were shocked. Running your own lab was your dream. The idea of being in charge of a research team made your skin prickle with desire. You hoped that could be a possibility someday, but you weren't even thirty-five yet. You figured maybe ten years from now when Bickel was getting ready to retire, you'd be able to take his place.Â
"My own lab?"
Derek smiled, all white teeth and handsome expression, and then the waitress arrived. You wanted to jump out of your seat and hug her when she asked if you'd like to order any appetizers.
"Do you know when the others will be here?" you asked Derek. "Should we wait to order?"
He shook his head vaguely. "They'll be late. We can order. Get whatever you want."
You almost laughed giddily as you ordered three appetizers and then a steak dinner complete with garlic mashed potatoes and two vegetables. "We can share the appetizers," you said when he looked at you in surprise, even though you didn't want to. You placed your hand on your belly, trying to subtly thank the baby for cooperating right now.Â
When the waitress finished taking his order and then departed, you asked, "Which admirals are joining us?"
"Hmm? Oh... uh, Rivera and Silverman."
You were not familiar with either of them which made you panic slightly. You should have done more research on who was attending each of the lectures. Why hadn't you done that? Oh, right... because you were too busy throwing up. The bread basket called to you, and before you knew it, you'd eaten more than half while Derek droned on about how amazing you'd be running your own lab. He didn't even know you, which made this more annoying than anything else, but your stomach was holding up spectacularly, so you could overlook it. You could have kissed the waitress when she came back with the appetizers.
"So, do you live alone?" he asked as you dipped two mozzarella sticks into some marinara sauce. You paused before shoving them into your mouth so you could chuckle.Â
"No. I live with my husband and our dog." Then the fried cheese hit your tongue, and it was like you were living in a world of color after weeks in black and white. Your stomach gurgled pleasantly, finally accepting food once again. Tears of joy stung at your eyes as you took a forkful of crispy brussels sprouts and a potato skin.
Derek laughed and asked how old you were, but your mouth was full, so he said, "Let's just say, my career in Annapolis outlived my bad marriage. And that's been the case for many, many officers."
You swallowed the potato like it was a lead weight. That had definitely been the case for Cat, unfortunately. And you'd heard a lot of stories, sure, especially when you were at the Naval Academy. And perhaps that was part of the reason you fought against the mere idea of being with Bradley at first. One officer in a relationship with a civilian was bad enough, but two officers trying to make it happen together usually spelled disaster.
But you felt stronger with Bradley. The two of you worked hard to get through your struggles and end up in a better place. You and he were going to be parents, for fuck's sake.Â
"Just sharing my two cents with you," Derek added, still smiling. "You're young, and you haven't lived it yet, but I can tell you that you'll go farther here than in San Diego. Especially if you're already open to the idea of having more."
You wanted to check the time on your phone; you must have been sitting here for over half an hour by now. The other two chairs were still empty. Derek was starting to get under your skin.Â
"I'm open to the idea of pursuing my career at Top Gun along with my husband."
"He's an officer as well?" Derek asked with a laugh. "I'm sure he's having a great week back in San Diego without you."
You felt heat flame up your neck and into your cheeks as your steak dinners arrived. "Yes, he's an officer. He's a Top Gun aviator."
"He deploys?" Derek asked in disbelief before laughing harder. "You should make the move back to the east coast now, before he ruins your life. If he hasn't already."
He had gone from complimenting you to trying to humiliate you in a matter of minutes. You'd been blinded by the glorious meal, but the truth hit you square in the chest. As he picked up his fork and steak knife, you asked, "Why did you lie to me about two admirals coming? Do Rivera and Silverman even exist?"
Somehow his smile was still persistent as he said, "Sure, they exist. They went to the cocktail reception on base." You watched the knife sink into his steak as he added, "You're gorgeous. I wanted to get you alone. Let you know how much better things could be. Offer to set you up for a one-on-one meeting with Admiral Jennings tomorrow if you come home with me tonight. It's on the table if you want it."
In one quick movement, you snatched his plate away from him with the fork still stuck in the steak. "Okay, well fuck you, Derek," you snarled, standing up and waving for the waitress. "You're disgusting and delusional if you thought I would even consider going home with you."
"Can I get you anything?" the waitress asked cautiously, and you realized you were causing a bit of a scene now in the crowded restaurant.Â
"Yes. I need boxes. Like a whole bunch of takeout boxes," you told her. "I'm taking all of this food with me."
"Right," the waitress replied, her gaze drifting to Derek who looked very unamused.Â
"I'm taking his meal, too," you snapped. "Hurry up with the boxes."
She scurried away as you piled all of the food onto one plate and said, "You're so fucking stupid, Derek. I already have Admiral Jennings' phone number. I met her last year. I told her to her face that I'm staying in San Diego."
"Well then you're making a bad choice," he told you.
Then the waitress set down some takeout containers while you practically tossed the empty plate back at Derek. You scraped as much of the food into the first box as would fit before moving to the second one. "He's paying for dinner," you told the waitress. "And I'm taking one fork and one steak knife with me. He'll pay for those as well." You shoved the rest of the bread into the last box and then stacked them all up before meeting Derek's eyes. "You just ruined the first meal I've been able to stomach in weeks, asshole. And my husband is a nice man. Very sweet. Treats people with respect. But if he were here right now, you'd have a bloody face and some broken ribs."Â
You picked up the boxes, grabbed the utensils, and made your way toward the exit. You went straight for your rental car and climbed inside before cranking the engine. Then you took a massive bite of garlic mashed potatoes before cutting off a piece of Derek's steak while you called your husband.Â
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Bradley was working out in the garage when your ringtone cut across the playlist you made for him. He practically dropped his barbell to the cement floor to get his phone from where it was sitting on the tool chest. "Sweetheart. I wasn't expecting to hear from you quite yet. Didn't we just get off the phone?" he asked with a smile as he ran his forearm along his sweaty face. "Not that I mind one bit." He was about to ask if you were done with dinner, but then he realized that you were crying. The sweat on his skin turned ice cold as he quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
"Roo," you wailed, and he started looking around the garage as if there was something out here that would help both of you calm down. "He ruined my fucking dinner!" you sobbed.
"What are you talking about?" he asked as he paced the length of the garage, running his fingers through his damp hair. "Who ruined it?"
"Commander Patterson."
Bradley honestly could not fathom how that guy had ruined your dinner. All he knew was that you told him you were horny as hell when you got to the restaurant, and that he didn't trust guys he didn't know around you. Most men were disgusting, and you were lovely and also pregnant with his child.
"Can you explain what happened so I can understand?" he asked as calmly as he could.
"Yeah," you sniffed, and he heard a car engine start up in the background. "The nugget and I were both really enjoying the food. Like really enjoying it, Bradley. You know how I've been, and this was delectable and exactly what we both wanted. Like it was so good, if you'd been there with me looking super sexy, I would have probably had an orgasm in the middle of the damn restaurant."
Bradley swallowed hard as he stood in the garage, wondering where the hell this was going. "I understand. You haven't been able to eat much, so that must have felt amazing. Now can you tell me what's wrong?"
"He ruined it!" you replied loudly. "He lied to me! There were no admirals planning on joining us. He tricked me into meeting him there, and then he gave me fake compliments and accolades about my work. He told me that I could get ahead with a career in Annapolis if I slept with him, all because he wanted to fuck me!"
Bradley almost dropped his phone. "Did he touch you?" he growled, switching to speaker phone as he rushed through the backyard toward the house and looked for flights to Maryland at the same time. "Did he fucking touch you?!"
"No!" you practically shrieked. "No, he didn't touch me! You think I'd let him get anywhere near me after he ruined my dinner?"
"Where are you now?" he demanded. "And what's this Commander fucking Patterson's first name?"Â
Bradley was seeing red as he walked inside and slammed the sliding glass door behind him, and Tramp ran whimpering into the spare room. The earliest he could get out of San Diego on an eastbound flight was a red eye that left at 9:30, and that was nearly four hours from now.
"I'm not telling you his name," you said softly with a little sniff at the end. "I'm afraid you'll strangle him."
Frankly, if Bradley got his hands on the asshole, he'd probably wish all he got was strangled to death. "Where are you now?" he asked again, trying to keep his voice calmer.
"In my rental car."
"Alone?
"Yes!"
"Good," he replied as he clenched and unclenched his fist and headed for the shower. "Go back to your hotel room, and text me the address. I'll stay on the phone with you until you get there, and then I'll be out on a red eye that lands in Annapolis at 5:55 tomorrow morning local time. And then you'll tell me his first name, and I'll beat the shit out of him for ruining your dinner and acting like my wife is his for the taking."
"Bradley," you said firmly. "I do not need you to come out here. I already feel better now that I told you about it."
"Well, I sure as fucking hell don't," he grunted, peeling off his sweaty clothes in the bathroom. "Does he know which hotel you're staying at? And where the hell is Cat?"
You groaned and said, "No, he doesn't know. And Cat went to the actual cocktail reception with the actual admirals. I seriously hate Commander Patterson. But I did steal his dinner, so that's making me feel a little bit better."
His thumb was hovering over his phone screen, ready to purchase a seat on this flight. "Wait, you stole his dinner?"
"Yes. I took it. When I tell you the food was that good, Bradley, I am not joking. I housed most of the appetizers and the bread basket, and then I took his plate before he even got a bite of his porterhouse. I dumped all of the food into takeout boxes, took some silverware, told the waitress he'd pay for everything, and then I left."
Bradley burst into laughter in spite of himself. He could actually picture it so clearly. The haughty expression on your face. Your biting wit once you figured out what was going on. The way you must have looked dumping the steaks into the containers. "You're a damn force to be reckoned with, Baby Girl. Are you driving back to the hotel with all the food?"
"Yeah. I mean I did eat a few bites when I first got back in the car, because the baby was demanding it, but I'm absolutely going to eat the rest in my room. Fuck that guy. He doesn't even deserve his overpriced steak. It's mine now."
Bradley cradled his forehead in his hand and laughed. "Do you really not need me to come out there?"
He heard you take a deep breath before you said, "I miss you a lot, but I really do not need you to come out, okay? The nugget and I are fine now, ruined dinner aside."
"Alright," he murmured. "If you change your mind, you have two hours to let me know, and I'll be knocking on your door by 7 in the morning."
You moaned and whispered, "God, that does sound good. I'm back at the hotel. Heading up to my room now. Any chance you feel like having phone sex before I eat my two steaks and roughly four pounds of potatoes?"
"Fuck," he grunted, his cock already getting hard as he looked down at himself. "Yeah. A hundred percent. Let me just get in the shower here."
"Okay, Daddy," you muttered, and Bradley was practically tripping over himself as he started up the spray of water. Once you were safely inside your room, you told him, "I'm ready when you are."
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You got off twice to your vibrator and your husband's sexy voice. It was so easy to imagine him in the shower with the sound of the water in the background. You could picture the steam snaking around his body while he held his thick cock in his hand. You could practically taste his skin and smell the body wash he was definitely using as lube.Â
"That's my sweet girl," he crooned as you started to peak for the second time. "When I get you home on Friday, my mouth is going to be all over that pussy. I miss you so much. I want my wife and my baby with me."
"Bradley," you whined, legs bent and shaking as you got closer. "I need you to fuck me. I'm so goddamn horny for you!"
He grunted right into the phone and said, "Keep it up, and I'll break your new car at the airport, too."
And then you came. Hard. Your chest was sweaty. Your back was arching off the bed. The vibrator rolled out of your grasp, and you stroked yourself with your fingers and whispered his name over and over.Â
"I'm about to come," Bradley moaned. And you could hear the exact second he was probably making a white mess all over the tile wall. You imagined it on your belly instead.Â
You just wanted to go home, and when your back finally settled against the bedding you said, "I need you to promise to fuck me at least twenty times between Friday night and Monday morning."
"Make it thirty, Sweetheart," he crooned as he panted. "At least. I fucking need it, too."
You turned your head to the side where a photo of him was still pulled up on your phone. "Sounds perfect. Don't forget, I'm having dinner with my mom and dad tomorrow, so please FaceTime when you're walking out of work if you can."
"For the love of all things holy, please don't talk about your parents when I'm still holding my cock."
You giggled, and then he laughed. "I won't do it again," you promised as you sat up in bed, eyeing the takeout containers on the desk. "I love you, Roo. I'm going to eat Derek Patteron's steak, take a shower, and then pass out."
"I love you too, Baby Girl. Can you put your phone down by your belly?"
"Mmhmm," you hummed, pressing your lips together to keep from squealing at how sweet this man was.
"And I love you, too, my little nugget. Be nice to Mommy."
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BG is all over the place... Roo probably has whiplash. Derek should be punished for ruining that meal for her and the baby. Just a few chapters left, and we'll have another series for them in the books! Thanks for reading! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 34
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Obsession PT 2
Danny was freaking the fuck out. Considering he spent the last few weeks in a lab being picked, prodded, and vivisected, he feels like he deserves a little bit of a freakout. But trauma-related things aside, Danny was freaking out over this hot-as-hell baddie who saved him. Like, holy shit! This guyâs biceps were bigger than his head, and he would really really like to have his head placed between those thighs.
Holy fuck. His knight in shining red armor was going to fully kill him for how fucking sexy he was. That gruff voice? The tight muscle shirt? The beautiful cheekbones hidden slightly under his mask? Danny was going to die a second death and he wasnât even going to complain, not if it was this guy doing it.
Danny was thirsting so hard he almost missed what the man was saying.
ââRed Hood. Answer my first question, why do the Pits react to you,â
Red Hood? The Red Hood? Ancients, Sam was going to froth at the mouth when he tells her that Red Hood saved him and was hot as fuck.
âI donât know what âthe Pitsâ are, dude. The only thing that reacts like that to ectoplasm is more ectoplasm, and thatâs the only thing thatâs reacting to me. Youâre like, constantly angry,â Danny grimaced at the fresh wave of hot rage.
Damn, he wishes there was more reacting to him.
âThe Pits. Lazarus Water. The green shit you got all over the floor and my fucking hands when I carried you here,â The vigilante (crime lord?) growled.
Fuck that growl is hot. He wants Red Hood to growl like that in his ear, wants to know what he sounds like when those growls break into whimpers, wants to taste that growlâ
âThatâs ectoplasm, kinda makes up my whole body in this form so itâs not like I choose to bleed it. Trust me, Iâd bleed regular blood if I could. Blood stains are so much easier to get out of my clothes,â
Danny could tell Red Hood was glaring at him underneath his domino, and he was gonna have a problem in his pants if the other man didnât turn away soon.Â
âWhy. Do. The. Pits. React. To. You,â The vigilante growled out slowly, teeth clicking together in what sounded almost painful. Danny had no idea what he was supposed to say. The man in front of him had obviously died before and came back, but the ectoplasm felt more like a contaminated blob than a full ghost. He couldnât even see the ghost core underneath all the gunk, even if he could feel it. Red Hoodâs core feltâŠjust as angry as when Danny felt it earlier.
How do you give Ghost Biology 101 to a pissed-off guy with a gun who probably had death-related trauma?
âSoâŠIâm just gonna be as blunt as possible and hope you donât shoot me,â
Red Hood glared harder, his core thrumming ANGER-CONFUSION-ANGER as Danny flipped to sit cross-legged above the couch. He pinched his face together to think about the best place to start, but realized the worst part should probably get put out of the way first. He did say he was going to be as blunt as possible.
âSo, you diedââ Almost as quick as he said it there was a bullet grazing through his shoulder and embedding into the wall behind him. Thank fuck for intangibility. The crime lordâs core thrummed louder, a garbled mimic of a ghost growl as green blinked behind red lenses.
âYeah, I know how you feel man. Dying really, really sucks,â Danny murmured before lowering fully onto the couch. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
ââBut, thatâs probably the start of what I need to tell you, unless youâve come in contact with glowing green water beforehand?âÂ
The vigilante grit his teeth, but shook his head no.
âRight, so. You diedâand Iâm not gonna ask or make assumptions about it! I get it. But, when you got pulled from wherever you were beforeâŠyou didnât exactlyâŠcome back all the way,â He finished his sentence with a murmur, but the silence of the apartment made sure it was heard easily. A deep frown etched itself onto Red Hoodâs face.
âCome back all the way? What kind of bullshit is that? Youâre dead or youâre not, even Iâve met ghosts and shit that proves that,âÂ
Red Hoodâs met ghosts? Hopefully none from the Ghost Zone, theyâd probably tear him to pieces in a ghost brawl with how weak his ectoplasm is. Might make this explanation easier though.
Danny wrung his hands together before shrugging awkwardly, âNotâŠexactly? Death is more of a spectrum than a black-and-white kinda thing. You can lean towards one side or the other, sometimes being fully on one side, but itâs supposed to be impossible to sit on both at the same time. ThatâsâŠkinda where I come in?â
The halfa shifted while looking anywhere but the crime boss in front of him, lips tucked into a silent whistle as his core hummed anxiously. Danny could tell Red Hood was getting impatient, but he didnât expect to have to show a solid 12/10 hot piece of ass his human form right after getting away from a GIW base! Sue him, he needs a minute!
With a groan, Danny flung himself into a stand. He rubbed a hand down his face while chanting âPlease donât be naked, please donât be naked,â
A bright light filled the room before Red Hood could react or question the mumbling, and when the light finally faded he blinked rapidly to get rid of black spots. In the place Danny stood moments before was an individual with black hair, blue eyes, and very very tattered clothing. The cloth (if it could even be called that at this point) looked as if it used to be a NASA hoodie and black jeans, and duct-taped red sneakers sat on the new manâs feet. Blood stains were covering most of the fabric, and the man sheepishly scratched the back of his head. A bright red blush was spreading across his cheeks to slightly pointed ears.
âYeah, I kind of forgot the last time I was in this form. At least Iâm not naked?â The new man (Danny?) said with a small smile.
âWait, wait, waitââ Jason raised his hands in a stopping motion with a shake of his head, ââwhat the fuck do you mean âthis formâ?â
(Supposedly) Danny just tilted his head before placing his hands on his hips. He tipped his head up and pursed his lips in thought, âWell, that was technically my ghost form before? This is my human form⊠and oh jeez, I feel like I skipped like a hundred slides of the Ghost Biology PowerPoint,â Danny mumbled while hiding his face between his hands.
Jason slid a still-clawed hand over his eyes, frustration building, but surprisingly no green was threatening his vision. Small mercies, âGhost? So, youâre a ghost?â he questioned slowly.
âOnly half ghostâŠâ
Jason took a deep breath and deadpanned, âHow the fuck can you be âhalf ghostâ,â
Danny looked like he swallowed a lemon as he went silent. There seemed to be a silent debate going on in the man's head as the thing in Jasonâs chest rumbled with RAGE-FRUSTRATION-WORRY. Danny seemed to come to a decision as he finally spoke.
âWellâŠsame way you did? Kind of a Schrödinger cat situation. Do you really not notice anything ghostly that you do? Likeâhiding better than you ever did before, shadows clinging to you in ways that seem unnatural, attacks on you not hitting their mark even though you know they should have?â
Jason paused, shoulders tightening with tension. He never really thought about it, but those words stirred something in his brain. Bullets that shouldâve definitely hit him dead on were usually explained away with the distance between him and the gun shooting at him, but the times he was barely holding onto a hiding spot and wondering how the hell he wasnât caught? The warm embrace of Gotham at night when shadows were everywhere and he was swinging and jumping through rooftops? Jumps no normal human wouldâve been able to make unless they were a meta?Â
He knew the Pit had changed him; his eyes glowed green when he felt emotions too strong, his body filled out with more muscle than he knew what to do with, and he was straining the edge between trained strength and superhuman. NowâŠnow he isnât really sure what the Pits did to himâŠ
ââAnd if I say I have? Noticed⊠âghostlyâ things I do?â
The black-haired man just gave him a bright smile, âWell, then that probably just makes it easier to accept what comes next,â
âWhat comes next?â Jason blinked.
âYeah. Because, again, sir, your ectoplasm is rancid. Disgustingly rancid. Iâm filtering as much of it as I can, but you need a doctor like yesterday,â
Jason could feel the frustration growing again. This guy just did not know how to give good explanations, âWhat do you mean youâre âfilteringâ it?â He said through gritted teeth. His jaw suddenly felt like it was too small for his molars, and his gums burned worse than when his wisdom teeth needed to get removed. Danny just waved off his building anger.
âExactly that, dude. Iâm pulling the toxic stuff into me and pushing the cleaner stuff back to you. Itâs not pure ectoplasm, weâd probably need to go to the Ghost Zone for that, but you should feel a whole lot better than you did before,â
And JasonâŠJason did actually feel a whole lot better. There wasnât an angry voice whispering in the back of his mind that he needed to spill blood, and he wasnât fighting off an indescribable rage with every ounce of his willpower. He felt better than the best days of dealing with the Pit and then some. But what the fuck was a âGhost Zoneâ? Danny mustâve seen the confusion from his frown because he was speaking again.
ââShit, Iâm really bad at explaining things, sorry. The Ghost Zone is basically where most ghosts, or âecto-plasmic beingsâ depending on who you ask, liveâand usuallyâstay. The atmosphere is pretty much pure ectoplasm because everything there is made of ectoplasm. Like how everything alive here is made of carbon,â Danny waved his arms around awkwardly as he spoke, back squished tightly against the cushions of the couch. His fists were clenched white with nerves.
Jason nodded. That made senseâŠkind of. He was still wrapping his head around the whole âhalf-ghostâ thing, honestly. He was also wondering how the fuck that was possible and why this guy thinks heâs one.
âYou said Iâm like you?âÂ
Danny nodded, before thinking for a moment and shrugging, âNot exactly. I can tell whatever you went through never let you finish forming a core, but if your core does fully develop youâll end up with ghost powers, probably. Youâd also be able to actually filter the ectoplasm in your system, which means you wonât have to deal with all that junk,â he said while waving a vague fully-encompassing hand motion at him.
Jason squinted his eyes at Danny from behind his mask, but he couldnât detect a single lie from the man. After a long moment, he sighed and slumped back in the recliner. He covered his face with one of his hands and murmured, ââAnd whatâs a core?â
Danny froze before blushing and looking away in embarrassment. Jason doesnât know how he knows Dannyâs embarrassed.
âIâmâŠIâm just gonna pull up the Ghost Biology presentation. You got a laptop?â
Pt 1, Pt 3
Masterpost
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đ Cramped
Abduction CW: Toys, abduction, claustrophobia
(Reader's) skin chaffed against the plastic tub they were folded into. They couldn't see what was going on, but it felt like their container was on wheels, and it occasionally would hit a rock or snag on a bump, jostling (Reader's) body uncomfortably.
They didn't remember what happened, they were walking towards their apartment after work when there was a sudden pain across the back of their neck, then they woke up inside what felt like a large plastic tote. There were holes drilled in the side so (Reader) wouldn't suffocate, but something large and plastic was fixed to their head, filling their throat and preventing (Reader) from screaming for help.
And the worst part wasn't the bare skin being rubbed raw, but the hot arousal between their thighs. Even if there was a light, (Reader's) body was contorted in a way where they wouldn't be able to look down at themselves to investigate what was going on. Their skin itched from the wetness as they came over and over again, being overstimulated without end. (Reader) wanted to cry, but even with the little hole near their face there wasn't enough oxygen with how (Reader) was panting through their nose.
Their legs were pressed into their stomach so tightly that their feet were falling asleep and (Reader) couldn't get a solid angle to kick or squirm.
"Break time!" A familiar voice cheerfully quipped as the lid popped off loudly. The sudden light hurt (Reader's) eyes, illuminating the woman like a halo. "Do you need to go potty? Or have some water?" She held out a water bottle. This woman was one of (Reader's) regular customers, a tiny little thing who always shook and stuttered at the checkout.
Her trembling fingers unlatched the gag, pulling the attached dildo out of (Reader's) throat. The sensation of the warm plastic dick sliding out over (Reader's) tongue was accompanied by another orgasm, spilling out between their legs and mixing with their sweat. (Reader's) abductor's eyes went wide, and she had to bite her lip to prevent a giggle from escaping.
"Why...?" Was all (Reader) could get out.
"I'm sorry about this, sweety! But you'll be a lot happier when we get to our new home." She brought the bottle to (Reader's) lips, bending at an angle where (Reader) could see up her skirt; see her soaked underwear. "It was really hard getting you here, but it was worth it. You're worth it."
Her eyes violated (Reader's) sore body, but (Reader) was too weak to cover themselves up. As (Reader) drank from the bottle, the woman reached down, grabbing something and tugging. There was something in (Reader's) ass.
They yelped, splashing water over their face as they suddenly became aware of the thing in their butt. (Reader) had been so focused on the electrical pulses across their nerves forcing them to cum that they hadn't paid attention to the foreign object in their backside. She pulled harder, a bead plopping out.
"Please stop.."
The toy taped to their front was still on, rhythmically throbbing against their swollen and irritated sex. (Reader) shook as tears threatened to fall. However, this seemed to excite to woman more.
"I followed you home, with this big, two person tub. It was difficult finding one that was big enough to fit a person, but also small enough to prevent any wiggle room. I'm sorry that it's cramped in there, but I couldn't give you any room to struggle! You should be impressed, I got ya with my stun gun and had you fall into the bucket! I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to carry you in my arms.. but I've been weight training, so one day.." She began rambling, hyper fixating on the way (Reader's) asshole puckered and clenched as she continued pulling out the anal beads.
A phone beeped in the woman's pocket, distracting her. "Ope, looks like we've got to get a move on!" The toy was roughly shoved back into (Reader). They cried out in a wave of pain and pleasure, cut off as the fake cock was forced back down their throat; it's textured veins and bumps stimulating (Reader's) mouth as the gag was locked into place.
She placed a loving kiss on (Reader's) sweaty forehead, ignoring the quivering of their thighs as (Reader) failed to fight off another climax, adding to the puddle in their bucket.
"We'll be home soon~"
The lid was clicked back into place, enveloping (Reader) in darkness once more.
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A Good Boy
Summary: A very drunk König ends up at your door. Paring: König/F!Reader Rated: Mature Word count: 988 A/N: [Neighbor!König.] A little free write fluff before I get back to requests.
For @crisped-jello I know this isn't quite what you asked, so consider this a companion piece (bc I do like the request you sent! but König got drunk first!)
You heard the voices first, two men, before someone started to rattle your doorknob. It wasnât an alarming situation for one reason only, youâd recognized one of the voices.Â
You quickly turned off the TV so you could hear the muffled voices better.
âAre you sure this is the right key?â Of course this was followed by someone trying to jam a key in the door.Â
The response, from the man that you were familiar with, was unintelligible. You chuckled under your breath and got up to answer the door. It was quite late, just past 2 a.m., and you were about to go to sleep (after one more episode!) so it was a surprise to hear your neighbor returning home at this hour. Well, him drinking with his friends made sense on why he didnât show up around dinner like he usually did.
You opened the door and the young man in front of you nearly stumbled inside. The little surprised squeak you let out as he accidentally invaded your personal space was cut short as he was quickly shoved aside by the much bigger man.
âKönig!âÂ
Heat rushed to your face as he held you tight to his chest. Really tight. The side of your face was squished into his chest as he wrapped his arms around the back of your head and your shoulders. Königâs scent enveloped you, a mixture of his soap and what youâve come to know as the smell of gun oil and a touch of sulfur, all under an almost overwhelming smell of alcohol. Geez. How much did it take to get him this drunk?Â
âI missed you, darling.â His words were slurred and he swayed on his feet as he hugged you.
âYou saw me this morning.â You pried his hands off of you and put some breathing space between you, âwhy donât you sit down.âÂ
He stumbled a bit, thankfully the young man that had been helping him caught one of his arms and kept a hold on him until he plopped down on your couch.
âThanks,â you sighed and looked at the man. He was dressed similarly to König, with a black tee and green cargo pants, so you assumed he worked with him.
âSorry itâs so late, maâam. I didnât know he lived with his girlfriend.â
Your face went hot again, âoh! Weâre not. I mean, uhh. He lives across the hall.âÂ
A look of panic crossed his face, â aw shit! Sorry! He said this was his flat! I can get him across-â
âNo, no! Itâs ok! He can sleep it off here.âÂ
âIt was my job to-âÂ
That was apparently as long as König could go without your attention, as he reached for your hips and attempted to pull you to him. Perhaps only because of how drunk he was, you were fast enough to avoid falling by turning around to face him and snatching up his hands. âHey, you know the rule. Only good boys get to touch.âÂ
You were mostly joking, but that line had worked wonders on reminding him to keep his hands to himself before. Judging by the way he always found a way to touch you, whether it was as overt as a hug or as subtle as his knee bumping yours, you figured he was a bit touch starved. With his inhibitions lowered, you can only imagine how handsy heâd be. You honestly didnât mind his touches, but you wanted to at least let his friend (co-worker?) leave first.
König whined and reached for you again, though he stopped himself from actually touching you and let his hands hang in the air. Grabby hands. This giant, grown man was making grabby hands at you.Â
The young man next to you glanced at you, mindful to keep his movements subtle, both confused and amused at the situation.Â
âRecruit!â König suddenly yelled, voice booming in a way that made you jump and the man next to you stand at attention. âTell her!âÂ
âSir?â
Ah, so this guy was some kind of subordi-
âTell her I have been a good boy!âÂ
You slapped a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing. The young man next to you, hands still at his sides, didnât, but from the way he was biting his lip, it was hard for him to stop himself from laughing too.
Still seated, but no less imposing, König glared at the younger man and growled out his command again. âTell her.âÂ
The recruit cleared his throat and looked at you. âUh, yes. The colonel has been, uh, a, a good boy.âÂ
It was at that point that you could no longer contain your laughter and you chuckled into the hand you had covering your mouth.Â
If the recruit finally broke and laughed too, you didnât hear it, neither you nor König paying any more attention to him.Â
âSee! Now come here!â He reached for your hands and tried to pull you onto his lap.Â
You managed to resist, still giggling, but ended up standing between his knees. âAlright. What do you want?â
He sat up straight, leaning up towards you, with wide eyes. âTo eat your pussy.âÂ
âKönig!â You gasped, now acutely aware of the awkward cough you heard behind you, and pulled one hand out of his grasp and lightly pushed him back.Â
He chuckled as he dropped back against the couch, though he never looked away from you.
You sighed and turned back to the still nameless younger man next to you and shook your head. âIâve got it from here, you can go home now.âÂ
âGood night, sir. Maâam.âÂ
After locking up, you looked at König. âHow about we cuddle instead?âÂ
He nodded, âyes. Cuddle is good.âÂ
You made sure to set some painkillers and a glass of water on the coffee table before laying down with König on the couch, his arms tight around you.Â
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Consorts [Part 1]
The Ghoul|Cooper Howard x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader
Summary: Months back, the Reader and Cooper got in a huge mess after deciding to work together after finding out they were given the same bounty. Neither has seen each other since. Reader has been laying low in a far off settlement, working a common bar job just to make a living...
a/n: very excited to attempt another multi-part story for the first time in years!! for the record, I have only watched the show through once and I have never played one of the games sooooo sorry for any inaccuracies
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You sat another glass in front of one of your bar dwellers.
It had been months since you even dared go outside this town. You hid your face anytime you were outside the walls of your dwelling. You were forced to lay low after your last bounty went south. Not only had you lost all credibility as a bounty hunter, but a giant target had been attached to your back by the group who you had wronged. There was no where safe for you.
Although your face had to be mostly covered, your job required a certain level of attracting customers. You would make sure to wear something rather revealing of your chest, along with skin tight pants. Making sure you flirted strongly with your eyes to attract more people to the bar.
A group of men who had been sat at a table for sometime all approached the bar at once. You could hear them mumbling something back and forth as glances were shot your way.
"Great," you thought, "Some moron got bet by his friend to hit on me." You rolled your eyes as you cleaned one of the glasses.
"Sweetheart," followed by a whistle.
Your skin crawled. Smug faces met yours when you turned around.
"What's a lady like you doing working in a place like this?" He cocks an eyebrow at you. You huff in response.
"Don't misunderstand now..." a click and suddenly all the men were pointing guns at you, "I want to know why you thought someone worth so much would be hiding in plain sight. We all swore you were smarter than that." You stared down the barrel of his gun.
You sucked your teeth, dropping your head to the side slightly, "Y'all're here for the money? I thought you were going to compliment a lady." Your gun is fired quicker than any of them can register. The man in front of you falls backwards, the others squatting down in fear. You take your opportunity and run out the back exit.
Your mind is playing every possibility of this ending. Gunfire dancing on the ground around you as the men chase you. You end up in the middle of town, firing your gun at them as they are hot on your tail. In a flash, the amount of people after you practically doubles. Your eyes widen as you attempt to find somewhere to hide. You grab a grenade off your belt, throwing it center at them.
While smoke surrounded them, you slid under and behind a large lean-to. You were on all fours, looking through the small crack in the wood. The men were scrambling, firing their guns in any and all directions. A fight was breaking out.
"FIND HER YOU IDIOTS!" One of the men shouted.
You heard more gunfire joining theirs. You knew it had to be some local fighting back. You scanned the area around you, seeing a small pathway that led to a more exposed part of the fort you had hidden in. You crawled, hoping it would lead you out.
"My, my," a familiar voice spoke above you. You looked up to see him staring down at you, his head cocked to the side. "Oh, sweet Jesus," one of your hands rubs down your face. "Longtime no see, doll," he grinned.
The infamous Ghoul. Few knew his name, fewer lived long enough to share it. The two of you had become more than acquainted in a prior mission gone wrong. The one that had left you both on the run.
He reached a hand out to you, pulling you up to your feet. "Didn't expect to see you here," he grumbled. You rolled your eyes, placing your back against his preparing to fireback together. You felt him turn his head slightly, "Y'know, I didn't take you for a brothel girl." Smugness was written on his tone. Your cheeks flooded with a slight embarrassment. He shifted positioning his lips directly next to your ear, "Took you for more of a cowgirl after last time." Heat radiated your body with his obvious innuendo. "People have to do things when they're on the run," you breathe out. He scoffed in your ear.
The Ghoul aimed his gun out, shooting and hitting one of the goons. "I'll get us out of this, but you've got to make a deal with me," he looked down at you. You crossed your arms, "What could you possibly want from me?"
"We're going to finish the mess you got me in," he pointed at you. "That I got you in? That isn't at all-" "I don't have time for this. You either take the deal or I leave you here."
You blew your breath out, "Deal." You gritted your teeth. His lip curved into a smirk, "That's a good girl. Now you stay here and on my signal come out." You nodded.
The Ghoul stepped out from behind the wooden building, whistling to get all the gunmen's attention. You watched as they all directed their attention towards him. Guns all pointed at him before realizing who stood before them.
"There's the other one!"
"That's the Ghoul they're promising a reward for too!"
"We could get double the money!"
The brim of his hat hid his eyes from them.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be, ghoul. If you just give us the girl we can be on with our way," one of them shouted.
"So you can come back and get me later? Not gonna happen," he pointed his gun at them, "I'm leaving here with the girl."
The man chuckled, "You're out numbered here."
The Ghoul shrugged his shoulders. He fires his gun at the giant water barrel suspended above the town. It tips over, soaking all the men in radioactive water. The Ghoul swiftly runs back to you, grabbing your hand and running off with you. You were quick on your feet following behind him.
You both run as fast as you can until the town is no longer in the distance. You slow down, attempting to catch your breath. Loud and obvious huffs leaving you.
"C'mon, Y/N. We've gotta keep going before they get smart." He gestured at you to follow him.
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END//Part 1
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THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS?
IN WHICHâ Rick grimes meets and takes in the most sarcastic girl known to man in one of her sarcastic comments she tells him that sheâs the girl of his dreams
wc : 884
warnings! - fem!reader, poc!reader, unedited , lowercase intended!
a/n: this ws just in my notes I thought Iâd finish it or whatever đ€·đŸââïž
You hid in the trees after the war between the governor and the sheriff ended it had been days and you were going in circles soon you got tired of that your stomach growling and attracting even more walkers you sighed and clutched your stomach and looked around hoping to find that prison the governor always led you and your former group to âugh..where is it?â You muttered underneath your breath
You whine as you see two walkers make their way towards you your vision weakened slightly to your loss of food and water you stumbled your way towards them muttering âmy black ass better not die..â and just when you were about to hit two gunshots rung in your ears you turned to see â look at a blurry figure that lowered its gun and trudged towards you
You stumbled back rubbing your eyes to make your vision clearer âwha-â you started the figure now turned man grabbed your arm and pulled you close to his chest he whispered in your ear âI saw you with the governor, what are you doing here?â His voice low and threatening you shivered under his gaze
âIm not workin for the governor anymore alright? I just..can I not switch sides?â You stumble over your wordâs slightly your lack of sleep,food and water finally caught up to you the man held you in his grip tighter âcan âŠ.can you let me go? Sâ startin to hurtâ you pleaded knees buckling from your overall dizziness
âYou look like youâre about to pass outâ he acknowledged now holding onto both of your arms âno shit Sherlock Iâve been out here for daysâ you sneered with a voice full of sarcasm the man opened his mouth to say something back but you fainted
your head leaned in his chest your limbs were limp the man sighed, took off your backpack and put it on his back the machete that you were carrying made itâs way to the back of your backpack as he wrapped his arms under your back and legs he hoisted you up to carry you bridal style
A while passed you you could hear voices âwhy did you bring her? You clearly said that she was working for the governorâ a male voice protested âletâs at least give her a chance to explain herself Glennâ another voice, woman, reconciled âweâve already had a virus attack do you really think itâs best to let anotherâs person here?â The voice âGlennâ spoke
âShe wasnât bit Glennâ an elder voice spoke up âsheâs fineâ you heard a lot of shifting and two sets of footsteps came towards you âwatcha gonâ do with her?â A more gruff man asked you heard pants shift as if the other person had just shifted legs âask her some questions firstâ that same man from earlier responded
You stir awake you rubbed your eyes and sat up âwhere am I?â yawning you stretch your arms glancing at the two very good looking men that stared back at you they looked at each other than back at you the man that you met earlier spoke up âyour in the prison, now whatâs your name?â
You turned your feet so they were on the ground you pushed yourself up off the bed and stood in-front of them âif I told you that then I wouldnât be as mysterious anymoreâ you joked earning a scoff from the man with the crossbow âjust tell us your name, no time for jokesâ the man replied crossing his arms you sighed as your stomach growled âY/N..â you trailed off looking at your stomach
âSooâŠcan i know your names or what because if I get killed i at least want to be killed knowing the names of two hot men thatâve killed meâ you explained in a matter of fact tone âyou talk too muchâ the crossbow guy turned to leave âokay well fuck you too thenâ you rolled your eyes
The first man was still standing there and staring at you âstaring problem much?â You taunted putting a hand on your hip âmaybeâŠIâm Rickâ he readjusted his arm position âand the other guy was Darylâ you nodded as Daryl came back with some food and water âHershel wanted me to give this to âerâ Daryl told Rick handing you the food
You were hesitant to eat âcome out of the cell you can eat at a tableâ Rick noticed your unease as you walked out of the cell to see a couple standing on the next floor by the stairs an order man sat down at a table looking at his medicine from your right you see a boy protecting a blonde and the baby that she carried the whole room was silent except for the footsteps of you, Daryl and Rick and the soft coos of the baby
âWhere were you trying to go?â Rick spoke up just as you sat down next to the older man âhereâ you answered sniffing the food before taking a bite âwhy?â He asked standing next to you as you ate âso you could meet me, the girl of your dreamsâ Ricks face once serious turned into a look of shock and amusement âthe girl of my dreams?â He repeated
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closeness and proximity part.2
pairing: ghost x f!reader
synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.
warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, violence, angst, descriptions of interrogation and torture, INTENSE gore (imo), cursing, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. If you have a weak stomach or faint heart, please do not read this, like please.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT:
word count: 3.5k
The heat choked her body as she threw the covers off, sweat causing her clothes to cling to her body in a way she hated. Her nightmares haunted her dreams at night, reminders of her wrongdoings, failures, moments in life where she had no one. She was reminded of every feeling she felt up until now, and it confused and hurt her at the same time. She stood up, unable to lay in bed any longer and threw on some black cargo pants with a black long sleeve top.
She walked out of her room, making her way to the range where dummies stood to practice on. Personally she thought they were partially useless, they were good to practice hitting targets standing still, but in the field it was quite the opposite. They were running, jumping, moving in every possible direction. They were hitting back, so she always preferred to train with a partner, however, she didn't have one at the given moment, so she had to make do.
She spent hours practicing, taking shots with the blanks provided, ensuring each one landed in the center of their fake forehead, and if they didn't she'd do everything again, and again until her training sequence had been completed perfectly. She had a watcher, and she knew that, ignoring their presence until she finished. Ghost watched as her final shot rang out, hitting the dummy in the same spot she had hit so many times before, announcing the finality of her session.
"You're up early Sunshine." His gruff voice bounced off the stone structure behind the dummies, coming back to her ears in a way she quite liked. The sensation of hearing his voice twice over even though he spoke once was soothing to her in a way, even though he sounded like he swallowed nails and it fucked up his vocal chords for life.
"How old are you?" She questioned suddenly, laying her gun down on the table and unloading the blanks, tossing them off to the side. His eyebrows jumped in surprise at the question, walking over to her and peeking over her shoulder as she cleaned the weapon off, black spots of gunpowder appearing on the cloth she used.
"I assume you already know since you dug through my file." His voice held a bit of contempt and hostility, but her reaction remained even and calm, chuckling, though to her it felt hollow as it always did. The sound followed that feeling, and Ghost noticed it.
"I forget unimportant things." He rolled his eyes and sighed, his hands gripping the top of his vest as he watched her work.
"I'm 28 as of last month." She hummed, glancing over to him. The conversation wasn't inherently interesting, she found no pleasure in the topic, but did find a hint of entertainment in the conversation being with him specifically. She didn't understand why, but she'd indulge for a while, at least while she was still on the team.
"What's on the agenda today?" She moved along, leaning on the table as his wide, tall frame towered over hers. She couldn't help looking over him again, even in his gear he was so... hot. Her mind wandered, the word putting her mind on a track as she yet again shamelessly checked him out.
"Hey." He snapped his finger in front of her eyes, snapping her out of it. "Have some damned respect yeah? I'm you're superior officer." He would be lying to say he hated it, he loved it actually, that the girl he was once so intimidated by still had some human qualities, like attraction and want. But she could tell he misconstrued her intentions, she didn't understand the want aspect of it, she just saw something she liked and looked at it, not because she wanted to have it, but because it was nice to admire.
"I'm not looking to sleep with you. You have a nice frame. That's all." His cheeks involuntarily burned, starting from his covered next and moving up. How could she say that so calmly? He watched her shrug and move on, looking back at her weapons as he sighed.
"Today's an off day. We don't get many so get your arse out the range." He muttered, turning around and walking out with heavy steps and a sway to his walk that she found addicting to watch.
She...
not liked... enjoyed? No, was fond of, close enough.
She was fond of the way he moved, she found it satisfying, how even he was, symmetrical in shape and incredibly fit. She thought long and hard at night about random things, and the male physique was one of the topics that crossed her mind. How much they had going on, as least the ones she'd met in her times of service, all muscular and built to take any blow sent their way. She wished there were more women working in her career, get the best of both worlds, but she found herself understanding why there wasn't.
"Sunshine! Get your arse out of there! That's an order!" Price yelled from the entrance, noticing she hadn't moved from her spot since Simon left. She followed his instructions, deciding to go back to her room and relax in there until she was needed. That's how these types of things normally went.
Her skill and forte for doing what she's technically not supposed to was something that kept headquarters bouncing her around. She'd be on team 141 for maybe a year before being moved, so she chose to not make connections with anyone. Most were happy to let her go for two reasons. One, how persistent she was about not sleeping with them, and two, the nasty scars left behind for even asking the question.
Most of the times she was the one requesting a team change, and they obliged because they wanted to keep her on their good sides for what it was worth. She knew she was being used, but isn't this what she signed up for? What they all signed up for?
She groaned at the knock on her door, loudly expressing her distaste for whoever was behind her, not caring who it was.
"It's time to eat breakfast. You have 2 minutes to sit your arse with us or I'll drag you out myself." Ghost called through the wood, his voice getting raspier as his volume raised. She snickered at the empty threat, getting up and opening the door to see him standing there, irritated that he had to come get her as if she were incapable of coming herself.
"You seem to really like my ass with how much you order it around." His mouth went dry as she pushed past him with a thud, walking over to the table, not looking back at him.
"Fucking hell." He murmured, annoyed by the fact that he was heating up again, mentally cursing himself for being flustered by something so immature. But he couldn't help glancing at it as she walked, how well shaped it was, the weight it had, how it-
Bloody fuckin' perv.
His eyes shut for a moment in shame at the fact he just checked her ass out before making his way back to the table and sitting down next to Soap who left him a seat. The table was tense and quiet, the team glancing around at each other as she ate as if they weren't there.
"So Sunshine. You heading to the pub with us later?" Mctavish questioned, shoving some of his MRE into his mouth.
"No." Everyone stopped eating at her blatant denial. She didn't care for team bonding, she hated it. She found it pointless when they had a higher chance of dying than being a friend to her.
"You should go. It'll be good to get out." Price pushed, looking at her expectingly.
"What do I get out of it?" If she was going to go, it better be for a damn good reason. They looked at each other, sighing as Price instigated the negotiation process. They discussed terms, agreements, benefits, etc, all for one night with her at the pub. This is what she liked about men, how easy they were to persuade, especially as a woman that peaked their interest. It was almost disheartening. She noticed how Simon didn't participate and ate his food in silence.
He didn't want to feed her ego, he didn't care whether she went or not, and he wouldn't waste his time with unnecessary terms for a single night. If she didn't want to go, she shouldn't have to. That's what he thought, and she knew that, she liked that. She liked that he wasn't easy, that he was a challenge to her, to crack, to break. She wanted him to hate her, to loathe her, to feel small compared to her, she wanted the satisfaction of being powerful no matter who she was with.
The terms were settled, they'd buy whatever she ordered and she was required to stay for two hours until she could leave and one of them had to buy her food by then for dinner. The day went by quickly, her having avoided interaction with them all together until she was forced to see them again. For the pub she wore a black crop top, a white button up over top, and some black trousers with some white shoes.
She slipped on a mask that covered half her face, straightened her curly hair, not wanting anyone but herself to see that part of her. Her natural hair was the only genuine part of her that she liked, it was true to who she was, where she came from, and she didn't intend to let people she didn't know or trust see it. She left it up in a ponytail and walked out to see Soap exiting his room.
"Ready lass?" He questioned with a genuine smile, one she couldn't return because she didn't want to go. So she replied with another curt nod, leaving him in silence and following him to the car.
"Sunshine. With me." Ghost commanded, getting into the driver's seat of the car he was going to drive. She found the way her callsign sounded from him to be odd because of the duality of it. A beefy, gruff, cold man calling her sunshine. She sat in the passenger's seat, the car lurching from the force of his foot hitting the gas, moving forward to follow Soap in front of him.
She turned on the radio, only for Simon to turn it off.
"I need to concentrate." He voiced, and when she tried again, he did the same thing, shutting it off.
"I don't care. If you can't think with noise than maybe you should quit before i end up having to drag your rotting corpse out of the field." She snapped, clearly pissed off about not being able to turn on the radio. He looked at her with a blank expression, realizing she was genuinely upset, with all the things she could be putting her emotion towards, she put it towards the fact she couldn't listen to music.
"Careful. Or I'll write you up for insubordination and have you dishonorable discharged." He threatened making her snort and look out the window.
"Do me the favor then will you." His eyes narrowed at her, his grip on the stick shift tightening in irritation. Part of him loathed her, how impulsive and arrogant she was, but then he was reminded that she didn't know any better, which made him angry too. Everything about her and associated with her made him angry, so he huffed and turned on the damn radio.
"This once. That's it." She snickered to herself, the anger slowly dissipating as they drove on in silence, filled by throwbacks from the early 2000s that she liked. They reached the pub and he parked next to Soap, walking inside. The smell of alcohol and sweat intensified the closer they got to the bar, maneuvering through people who were drunk and dancing to the music.
"What is it you're having then?" McTavish asked her.
"I don't drink. I'll take a coke, can preferred, thanks. His tab." He rolled his eyes, nodding to the bartender who later slid her a can of the drink of her choice, everyone watching her crack it open and take a sip, turning away to pull her mask down.
"So you really don't drink?" Gaz questioned her.
"Pretty sure I said that already. Fuck it's hot." She shrugged off her button up, leaving it draped over her chair. Eyes widened at her. She was ripped, her arms were toned, faded scars here and there with some tattoos not only there, but on her waist and sternum, though they weren't as visible due to her shirt.
That's when Ghost noticed it from his side.
"The fuck is that?" He asked, peering to get a better look. Y/N turned her head to him, eyes following his to her brand.
"Got it when I was kidnapped." She explained simply, shrugging off his shocked look until he grabbed her arm for a closer look. He recognized that brand anywhere, soldiers' bodies that came back from Verdansk after failing their initiation program to work under General Voroskoy, an ex-KGB wet agent who commanded the Russian forces in the region.
This changed, everything. This means she survived, she managed to endure the agony they put soldiers into and come out alive. Ghost had seen the autopsy reports, burns, cuts, electric jolts, mutilated bodies from head to toe, some had to be identified using dental records, if they had any teeth left.
"Had they came a week later they would've put me through my second round of ECT. Didn't get drugged up for it either. Then you'd be fighting me." She informed them, Gaz, Price, and Soap having came to look as well.
"What'd they do to you?" She didn't respond, her head turned to face the other direction, her eyes glazed over and distant. She couldn't think, she couldn't answer. Ghost knew that look, and he never liked it. He pushed past his team and stood in front of her, her eyes unwavering on the center of his stomach as he towered over her once more.
"Snap out of it sunshine, that's an order." She couldn't. She wanted to, she wanted to move her eyes, her body, her mind to any other subject, but she couldn't. It was as if she was frozen in time, in this moment, she wasn't even blinking, feeling her eyes beginning to burn.
Was she here? Was she real? It didn't feel like it.
It felt like the world stopped moving, and everything went quiet. Her heart hurt for reasons she didn't understand before various images of what happened rushed through her, and she felt trapped, trapped in her mind for good. Nobody could pull her out, she couldn't see anyone. Not in front of her, not in her peripheral. She was alone. Alone in a concrete box with a singular flickering lamp as her blood coated the floor, she had never left, she had made it all up, all the missions she went on, all the people she met, it was all in her head.
How foolish could she have been. Rescued? On foreign soil? It was a fairytale, and now she was back. She was going to betray her country by force, because she didn't know who she was, that part of her was ripped away. She couldn't stop it, she wasn't in control, she was weak for letting this happen to her, to truly believe for a moment that she was out at a pub with people that wanted to help her.
Nobody, was going to help her. This is it, this is where her life ends.
Ghost's fingers came up to her face, pressing her lids shut.
The blindfold was on.
"1." ...what?
"2." The room began to fade. Were they putting her under again?
"3." Noises flooded her ears, her straining to understand what was being said.
"4." That was... Ghost's voice, the gruffness of it was all too familiar. Years of inhaling dirt and gunpowder left his voice rugged and raspy, but it was recognizable.
"5." It was as if a wire was cut, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by the stimulation of the pub around her. The cold can in her hands, the sounds of music and voices pounding in her ears.
This was a technique he used on soldiers who dissociated and derealized, whose minds traveled back to the root of their ptsd. His hand dropped slowly, her eyes snapping open in alert. Her body jerked forward and he caught her shoulders. He gave them a reassuring squeeze as he watched her panic.
"Calm down love. You were gone for a moment, give yourself some time to adjust." The rest of the team watched in concern and curiosity as she scanned the area, her breath quick and uneven. Her heart pounded in her chest, unable to comprehend what was occurring as she place her can down on the counter and quickly walked outside, not caring who she shoved past to get there.
Ghost was quick to follow her, calling out her callsign over and over when she didn't respond. She felt his big hand grip her wrist, pulling her into a nearby alley. Anger and fear overtaking her as she quickly swiveled on her left foot. Before he could understand what was happening she jumped up, her legs wrapped around his neck before pulling him down to the floor with all her weight.
He grunted in surprise as his back hit the concrete. She was quick to get up, the need to survive pumping through her veins until arms wrapped around her waist, one hand covering her mouth.
"Get a hold of yourself soldier-" Her head came thrusting back, knocking whoever held her in the nose causing them the groan and drop her. Two strong arms pinned her to the wall, another two keeping her legs still as she struggled.
"Hey! Y/N!" Her eyes blew open, meeting the piercing blue of Price's as they bored into hers. The name call caused her to mentally stutter, since nobody called her that, not in the last 6 years.
"You need to calm down. You're a member of Task Force 141, you escaped Russian capture 6 years ago and have been working for the U.N. since." Her mind stopped racing, looking around at the damage she did as Ghost helped Soap with his nose, blood dripping from his hand to the floor as he cradled it. Gaz held her legs down, but made sure that she couldn't hit him in the face with her knee.
"Don't look at them. Look at me." Ghost looked at her, and she didn't like the look in his eyes. She expected some sort of hatred, mistrust, a need to kill her, but all she saw was pity. The word was like a knife to her gut. He felt bad for her, and she hated that. She wasn't weak, she didn't need his sympathy.
"Look at me Sunshine. That's an order." It dawned on her, her eyes snapping to his in frantic panic.
"They know my name." Why would he do that to her? Why would he reveal something she kept so close to her chest?
"I'm Johnny. Johnny McTavish." Soap called out, waving a hand to her as he held a tissue to his nose.
"I'm Kyle Garrick." The man kneeling in front of her said with a small smile. They watched her eyes flicker with confusion, not understanding why. Why were they dumb enough to give that away, to not realize the danger they were putting themselves into. Yes she already knew their names and almost everything about them, but to give that away willing was a principle she couldn't comprehend.
"Simon. Simon Riley." Ghost finished.
"Why. Do you not realize how important that is? Why're you telling me this?" Her gaze was intense, flickering between each of them analytically until she found an answer to her question.
"Because we're a team. We trust each other with our lives." Price answered for them. She searched his gaze, finding no hint of uncertainty or falsehood. They let her go and stood in front of her, not tense, not ready to grab her if she pounced. She took a step forward, and they didn't step back, remaining still and assured.
"Y/N." Her name sounded foreign coming from him, her look directing towards him. Simon's gaze wasn't soft, it wasn't gentle, but it wasn't demeaning either, it wasn't angry or mistrusting. She felt strange, but in a good way, the same way she felt when he called her love. How her chest tightened and her eyes watered, she hated it, but she loved it at the same time.
"Only way we can help you is if you tell us what happened. We've all experienced something, even if it doesn't quite amount up to you, it's enough. So quit being a pain in our arses and bloody say something." He quipped, his closer making the team chuckle, but she didn't understand why it was funny.
"I didn't think I was being a pain." They looked at her oddly, until it dawned on them as she stared back, utterly confused as to why SHE was the pain and not someone else who was less capable than her.
"We've got some fuckin' work to do."
This is part 2! I don't know how many parts this is gonna be, probably not many, but there it is! Thank you so much for reading! Lmk if you have any requests and I promise a relationship between ghost and the reader will occur but I don't wanna rush it so yeah!!
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Need You (More Than Want You)
this is about 6.5k words, and focuses on secretary!reader x javier peña. there are flashbacks, so pay attention to the dates and headers! the reader-character is not named but is referred to using she/her pronouns. title is from the song "Wichita Lineman" by Glen Campbell. line breaks from evansyhelp!
contains (lots of) swearing, making out, and possible future chapters will contain smut so tentatively 18+. pls rb if u enjoy so other people can read it too (âżâ âżâ )
You're not usually an angry person, but whoever is knocking at your door at seven in the fucking morning on a Saturday deserves nothing less than death. You wrench the door open, ready to let loose all the Spanish curse words you've been learning, but you are rendered speechless, because in your doorway, there he stands. It's been weeks since you've seen him, even longer since you've actually spoken, and last you heard he was being shipped back to D.C. to hand in his gun and badge, and yet. And yet, Javier Peña is standing at your door, at seven AM, panting like he's just a run a marathon.Â
"Hi," he says, pushing his way into your apartment like he has any right to be there. His eyes are wild and strangely desperate, in a way you've only seen once before.Â
You've spent so many sleepless nights rehearsing what you might say to him if you ever saw him again. Some nights, you yell until you're hoarse. Other nights, you crumple into his arms and cry like a child while he holds you. Now he is front of you, and you can't manage anything other than a weak, "Hey."
"You look good," he says, even though he hasn't made eye contact since he walked in.
He looks good too, dressed in a suit with a fucking tie and everything. He looks more official than you've seen him before, but you won't give him the satisfaction of saying that. He probably already knows, the cocky asshole.Â
"Thanks," you reply, voice tight. And then, the question he's been expecting, "What are you doing here, Javier?"
He looks at the ceiling and takes a deep breath. Inhalen y exhalen, like his mother taught him once upon a time.Â
"I need you," he says, and he winces when you balk. "I mean, I need you to come work for me, work with me, in Bogota. You're the only person I trust."
You try to hold it in, to be mature, but you can't help the incredulous scoff that you let out.Â
"Not a fucking chance," you say.Â
"Just," he sighs, "just please hear me out. Please, before you say no." You don't kick him out, so he takes that as a sign to continue. "After everything that happened here, in Medellin, after everything I did, I was so sure that it was over for me. That they would take my badge and kick me out forever, but they," he hesitates, "they didn't. They want me to be the DEA attaché in Bogota, to take down Cali. You're the most competent person I know, and I can't do it without you."
He looks so earnest, so unlike that stoic man you knew before, that you almost fold. Almost.Â
"Congratulations on the promotion, but it's still no, Javier."
"Why?" he demands, "What did Iâ How can I convince you?"
He was one of the first people you met in Colombia, he was close to being your first friend, and youâve never seen him beg like this. Not for paperwork to be filed, not for a meeting with Messina, not even for a chance with that hot secretary on the third floor.Â
"You said you want me because you trust me, Javier. That's why it's no. After what you did, what you were involved with, the US of fucking A rewards you for your sins with a goddamn pay raise and a new job. I can't trust them and, after you ignored me for months, Peña, like I was the one who did something wrong, I definitely can't trust you."
His eyes are pleading, verging on pathetic.Â
"You can," his voice is hoarse, watery. "You can trust me. It'll be different this time, it'll be good. We'll do it right, end this once and for all. I just, I need you there with me."
In spite of yourself, you believe him. Your traitorous heart flutters at that word -- need -- again, and you take your own deep breath in to stop yourself from thinking of the last time he said something similar, when his body was underneath yours and you were breathing in tandem. You exhale and observe him for a moment, his head hanging down and his eyes screwed shut, like he's ashamed of something.Â
You've never said it out loud, but Javier has always known you're somewhat of a kindred spirit. That was what started the arguing, the heat that had once pulsed between the two of you. Naive as it may have been, you were an idealist, just like him. You believed in justice, and you had worked to see it done. With Pablo, it had been messy, a winding, twisted path that started and ended in bloodshed. Maybe, Javier was right. Maybe you finally had a chance to do things right, to make up for all the ways you failed. Maybe you could finish this, be done with Colombia, be done with him, once and for all. You sigh out his name and he finally looks up.Â
"When?" Your hands are on your hips and you look grim. It's a familiar look to Javier, one of his favourites on you.Â
"What?" he snaps out of his observation of you.
"When?" you repeat, impatient. "When do we start?"
He beams, a smile wide and fucking dangerous, like the burning sun on a summer day in Colombia. That's how it all starts, after it has ended once already. You're screwed, you just know it.
Bogota, 1994. Months later.
"No one can get in to see him at short notice, Peña, he's a stickler for due process. I'm afraid this is out of my hands." Crosby is as grim and as unhelpful as ever.Â
"What do you mean 'this is out of your hands'? You're the fuâ the ambassador! Surely, there's something you can do?"
Javier is exhausted. This charade of professionalism is draining. He needs a cigarette, he needs a politician who gives a fuck. Crosby sighs, and shakes his head no.Â
"I'm sorry, Peña. Find a different judge, or find a different way."
It's as good as a dismissal, and Javier stomps out of the ambassador's office, a storm in his eyes. He's reaching into his back pocket for his smokes, before he swears, remembering that youâre holding onto them. Heâs supposed to be quitting, after all. He sighs and re-routes to your desk, just outside his office. It has been months since he begged you to join him, and you are every bit the asset he knew youâd be. The office would fall apart without you. Heâd fall apart without you. Thanks to Feistl and Van Ness, the agents youâd recommended he choose for Cali, the DEA is closer than ever to bringing down Miguel. But close is not close enough if he canât get his warrant, if he canât do things right this time.Â
When you come into view, you're telling Stoddard off for something, and Javier smiles in spite of himself.Â
"Yes, Agent, I am well aware that I donât outrank you. I'm just telling you that Agent Peña will take a look at your proposal after, and only after, I have vetted it and decided if itâs worth his time. He's too busy for bullshit," you say, dismissing the younger agent easily.Â
"What bullshit am I too busy for today?" Javi leans on your desk and gives you a thin, conspiratorial smile. It doesnât quite reach his eyes.
"The young man wants a new water cooler for the office. He wrote you a proposal, Javi," you smirk back.Â
"Whatever I see goes through her first. You know the rules, kid," Javier addresses Stoddard, who straightens up at the attention.Â
"But Iâ" he starts to protest.Â
"But nothing. Sheâs more capable than anyone in this office, including me. It's her call."
Stoddard sighs and deposits the document on your desk, before slouching back to his.Â
You survey Javier for a moment.Â
"Meeting with Crosby didn't go well?" you probe, already holding out his pack of Camels. Javier knows better than to be surprised that you can read his mood so easily, even when he's trying to quash his disappointment down.Â
"Yeah, it's a no go. Looks like I won't be able to get an expedited warrant from Lopéz, and he's the only judge we know for sure won't snitch to the godfathers. We'll have to find another way," he sighs, taking the cigarettes from your hand and lighting one up.
"Wait, the judge you need is LopĂ©z? Emiliano LopĂ©z?" you have a familiar look on your face, that icy determination that first endeared Javi to you, even when he wouldnât admit it.
"Yeah, LopĂ©z, the magistrate here in Bogota. His docket is full for weeks, and heâs not the type to let us cut in the line. He's honest enough that he won't work for Cali, and honest enough that he won't budge under any pressure from us. Not to mention the fact that he hates America, and all that good olâ Uncle Sam stands for," Javi takes a deep drag of his cigarette, his mind already thinking of loopholes, of strategies, of options. Turns out that doing things right in Colombia isn't as easy as it looks. Due process often means the slow-turning wheels of justice, and that means a chance for the godfathers to evade capture once again. But he had promised you that things would be different, and he meant it.
Javier turns back to you, raises his eyebrows at your wide grin.Â
"I can get to LopĂ©z," you are already flipping through your almighty rolodex. He sighs, and says your name.Â
"I wasn't kidding when I told the kid that you're the best person here, but this may be beyond even your powers," he says, gently. He knows you don't like to be wrong, just like him.Â
You don't argue, not even to remind him that that isn't exactly what he said to Stoddard a minute ago. Instead, you ignore the flutter in your chest that his compliment brings on and pause on an entry: "Here it is! Gabriela Lopez!"
"His wife?" Javier asks, intrigued.Â
Your smile is shining.Â
"Even better. His daughter. His only daughter. Met her a few years back at some fancy government party. Her birthday is in a couple of days, and I happen to know her favourite brand of tequila. Lend me that corporate card and I'll get her to talk to dear old dad." You're smug, as you well should be.Â
Javier sighs again, but he's already digging for the card in his wallet.Â
"You sure this'll work?" he asks, holding it just out of your reach.
"You dare to doubt me? Just for that, you're paying for drinks on Friday," you snatch the card from him, already dialling the number on the office landline.Â
"Drinks?" he asks, trying not to be mesmerised by your pretty red nails as you twirl the phone cord in your hands.Â
"Drinks," you confirm. "We're going out for drinks after this works out."
Before he can reply, you're already hollering into the phone and shooing him away.Â
"Gabi! Hi! How's the baby doing? Still keeping you and Samuél up all night?"
He ambles back to his desk and slumps in his chair, pretending to look over a report. In reality, he's watching you through the glass door, your over-expressive face and your widening grin. He really had meant what he said to Stoddard earlier: you are the best person in the entire office, maybe in all of Colombia. You are far better than he deserves, that much he knows. More than just a capable assistant, you're the lifeblood of the DEA in Bogota: competent, organised and meticulous to a fault.Â
He frowns to himself as he remembers how he made fun of you, back in Medellin, for those same traits. Attractive, and more than a little intimidating, he had envied your charm and likability. Even worse, he had despised the fact that you barely gave him a second glance, rebuffing his flirtations and throwing out his shoddy paperwork in favour of Murphy's neat handwriting. He had seen you as a bastion of bureaucracy, everything that was the problem with the government and the DEA. Messina's pretty assistant, who demanded excellence and challenged him, constantly. He knows now that you are anything but a stickler for the rules. In reality, you believe in order and in systems, not unlike Martinez. You bend rules, but only when you know it is right. You make sure everything looks good on paper, because you know that good actions mean nothing in this world without the paper trail to back them up. You are good, and Javier, as much as he tries to be better these days, can never forget how he once was anything but.Â
He sighs and returns to his work, giving you one more longing look since he knows you arenât paying attention. He's lost in his documents when you come bounding in, not bothering to knock.Â
"Good news or bad news, first?" you say, beaming as you lean your forearms on his desk. He clears his throat and is proud to say that he barely glances at your chest. Barely.Â
"Good news, please," he says.Â
"You have a meeting. His new secretary is Peruvian, and sheâs doing us a huge favour, so you're going to buy her a box of alfajores and some flowers on your way in to the judicial offices at 8am, tomorrow. Get there fifteen minutes early, parking is a bitch."
Javier is on his feet and hugging you before he can really think about it. You came through, because, of course you did. You were right, he was ridiculous to doubt you, competent, capable, wonderful, you. You're laughing in delight at his over-the-top reaction.
"Wait," he says, holding on to your shoulders, "what's the bad news?"
You sigh, pouting exaggeratedly, "Gabriela's cousin's bachelorette party is on Friday, and I need to give her that fancy bottle of tequila, so we have to postpone our celebratory drinks."
He's trying and failing to bite back his smile, and yours doesn't falter, even as he steps back and the space around you empties of his electricity.Â
"What a shame," he drawls, already pulling his fancy whiskey and two glasses out of the drawer of his desk. "Guess we'll just have to celebrate now, instead."
He pours you a glass and hands it to you, ignoring the familiar spark when your hand brushes his.Â
"A tu salud," he clinks it with yours, and you take a sip in tandem. The whiskey is rich and warm on your tongue. Despite it all, you can't help but miss the burn of the cheap, shitty liquor you once shared with him.Â
The warrant comes through, because of course it does, and the operation to arrest Miguel Rodriguez is a success. Javier does his press interviews and you stand off to the side, watching the way he commands the room when he speaks. He wishes he could tell the world how he owes this success to you, to your fucking rolodex, your support, your charm. Even now, as he is trying to be a better man, he knows he does not have the words for all you are to him. Instead, he just smiles at you as he walks away from the platform. He leads you away from the clamouring journalists into an empty hall, wraps you in a bear hug, and whispers "Thank you," over and over again into your hair. He hopes you understand everything he means, hidden below the simple words. You hug him back, tight and firm, and he thinks that maybe you do. Maybe you understand his words, his meaning, him, better than anyone ever has before.Â
A few days later, he is working in his office, trying not to look at you through the glass doors. Youâre a vision in that red dress â your Friday dress, you call it â and he knows that if he glances up at you, he wonât be able to look away. In his periphery, he sees someone approach your desk. Probably Stoddard, he guesses. Except, you were usually pretty good at shoo-ing the kid away and this person is lingering. He looks over just in time to see you throw your head back in laughter at something Feistl â fucking Feistl Ââ is saying. Heâs talked to Feistl plenty, and Javier knows for a fact that he is not that funny.Â
He frowns, and strains to hear your conversation, striding across the room to fiddle with his filing cabinet, where he thinks he might hear you better. Heâs just curious, he tells himself.Â
ââdancing? Next Friday, around eight. Thereâs a cute new place on Calle 83 that Iâve been meaning to try.â
âYeah, that sounds great, though Iâm not much of a dancer,â he sounds sheepish.Â
âIâll be the judge of that. Maybe after a couple of drinks, Iâll even teach you how to cumbia,â you smirk at him, and now itâs Chrisâs turn to laugh.Â
Javier is squeezing the door of his filing cabinet so tight that he thinks he might warp the metal. Feistl and⊠you? Dancing? Drinks? His stomach hurts a little at the thought of it, and he wishes he hadnât been so curious, so nosy.Â
He huffs and goes to sit back down at his desk, tries valiantly to focus again. But he canât stop thinking about you in that dress, about you dancing, laughing with someone who isnât him. In the end, he needs to stay late to get through all the work that he couldnât focus on. Though his concentration isnât any better in the evening, because youâre working late too, and youâre so close that he feels like his body is humming. Youâve taken your heels off and youâre sitting on the little couch in his office with your feet tucked under as you survey paperwork. Itâs busy work that any intern could do, but you pride yourself on quality, so you insist on triple-checking everything, even if it means staying late. Itâs become a sweet little routine, which is why you get so comfortable in Javiâs office when the department clears out for the night.Â
He realizes that he doesnât know your relationship status, or Feistlâs, for that matter. He had assumed you were single, as crazy as the thought is. Youâre often in his office, working late and he doubts any self-respecting partner would let you stay away so frequently. Maybe itâs wishful thinking on his part. Feistl, on the other hand⊠Javier knows he has a kid, but not much else about the agentâs personal life. Though, Javi guesses that Chris is probably closer to your age than he is. Less of a dark past, too. Maybe youâd make a good match. He winces at the thought.
"You know Feistl has a kid, right?"
It's the first time Javi has spoken in maybe an hour. You're correcting paperwork, filing documents and trying to align meeting schedules for the next few weeks. Javier is supposed to be poring over financial documents, trying to find a witness who might testify against Miguel.
"Oh, he does? Must be hard being away all the time," you reply, indulging Javier's unusual attempt at small talk with a response.
"I just thought it's something you should know since you and him are... You know," he continues, awkward as anything.
"Me and him are... what?"
"I, uh, heard you guys talking at your desk this afternoon. You're going, um, dancing?" he continues, putting a strange emphasis on the last word.Â
It takes you a few seconds to catch on to his meaning.Â
"Javier, do you think there's something going on between me and Chris?" you ask, incredulous.Â
Javi's eyebrows raise and his eyes widen. It would be comical if it wasn't so stupid.Â
"I justâ I heard you and him talking about going dancing this weekend and, you know, workplace relationships and all that and I just thought I should mention it to you, in case you don't know and now I did so... Yeah. You know." His rambling is bizarre, and out of character, and you can't do much in response except let out a shocked little laugh. He winces at his own inability to string a fucking sentence together.Â
"Javier. Seriously. I invited Chris to go dancing with me, and the entire office, like we do once a month, and have been doing since we started working here in Bogota. You know, the team building that I suggested we do to build morale, that I invite you to every month, and every month you say..."
"Too much work, maybe next time," he intones, finishing your sentence, still wincing.
"Yup. I'm not going out with Chris, or anyone for that matter. Not that it's any of your business," you sniff.
"Oh," he breathes a sigh of relief, "good," he says, before he can stop himself. You look at him sharply and his brown eyes look a little panicked. "I mean, good that you're not dating Chris because, I guess, dating in the workplace isn't really a good idea," he continues. The plastic pen in his hand looks about to snap.
"Huh," is all you say back, and he knows you well enough to know how dangerous the neutral expression on your face is.
"What?" he says, quickly, defensively.
"I just think it's funny that you're worried about me dating in the workplace like you didn't fuck the secretaries in three different departments back in Medellin.â
"Oh, c'mon," he says your name, "that's different."
"Oh, is it? Different? Because the rules don't apply to Javier Peña, right? So you can break hearts all over the office, and I'm getting fucking interrogated for being friends with my colleague? Is it because I'm a woman, or because I'm an assistant? Is that why it's different, jefe?" you huff, sarcastic and upset.Â
"You know that's not what I mean. Don't be ridiculous," he replies, and you balk at his tone. He's using the voice he uses on the younger agents, talking down to you like he has any right to do so. All too quickly, you are back in that stuffy office in Medellin, listening to him condescend and patronise you.Â
"You know what," you stand up quickly, dusting off your skirt, and slipping your heels back on. "Maybe I will go see if Chris wants to go out with me, or maybe I'll ask Van Ness, or anyone I want to, because IÂ can," you march out, forgetting that it's only you and Javier left in the office at this time.Â
He's up and following you before he knows what he's doing, grabbing on to your arm to stop you. Your skin tingles where he's touching you, especially when he says your name in that soft, dulcet tone.Â
"I'm sorry, okay?" he says, when you turn around to face him. "I shouldn't have assumed, and I shouldn't have said that. You can date whoever you want, of course you can," he pauses for a second, takes a breath. "Just please don't date Feistl, he's like a short little version of Murphy. It freaks me out," he breathes out in relief when you smile at his stupid joke. He tries not to linger on how tense his chest felt at even the prospect of your ire.Â
In those early days in Medellin, he would have expected nothing less than your biting sarcasm, your quick, mean retorts. But everything had changed since that day he showed up at your door. Since that day he begged for you. Things had been changing before then, maybe. That night he couldn't forget, no matter how much whiskey he drank, that was the moment things shifted.Â
"Fine," you say, caught between a smile and a pout, "I won't date Feistl."
He still hasn't let go of your arm, and you still haven't pulled away from him. Javier isn't an idiot, he knows when a woman wants him. And he knows you're attracted to him, just like you know he's attracted to you. His hand slides up your arm to cup your face. The way his thumb strokes your cheekbone is familiar.Â
"Don'tâ" he starts to say, before shaking his head. He has no right to you, and yet. You look at him with a question in your eyes. He wants to step back, out of your space, but he can't.Â
"Don't date anyone," he says, all too aware that he is being possessive, that he has no right to ask anything of you.
You don't step back, or move away. Instead, you take him in. Your eyes are searching, scanning his face for something.Â
"Why not, Javier?"
The question is so simple. Not for the first time, he curses at his own inadequacy. He wishes he could put it all into words, wishes he could explain this need he has for you. He wishes he could explain the way the smell of your perfume sometimes lingers in his office, the way he craves it when it doesnât. He wishes he could tell you that you are his best friend, his best asset, the best part of him. He wishes he could explain how you are part of him, how your thoughts and interests and desires have weaved their way into his heart, and now he will always comprise him-and-you. He wishes he could say that you dating someone else would mean not dating him, and that would damn near kill him.Â
"Because," he says.
"Because?" you prompt him for more.Â
He hesitates, and the air between you sparkles with possibility. The tension between you and him is familiar, but this feeling â this string between you pulling tight, like it might soon snap â is something youâve only felt once before.Â
Javierâs chest is heaving at the intensity between you, and, before you know it, you are leaning up into his space. He is so close that his warm breath ghosts over your lips when he speaks.
âBecause IââÂ
A vacuum cleaner sounds, and you both start, moving away from one another quickly. There, in the dim light of the main office is Imelda, one of your favourite cleaning ladies. She notices you both a moment later, and waves cheerfully, beckoning you over and switching the vacuum off. You glance back at Javier, but he is looking down, one hand on his hip and the other running through his hair. You paste on your smile, and walk over to Imelda.Â
Javier watches you as you interact with the kind woman, though your Spanish is just passable, and she barely speaks English, you are communicating with such warmth and openness. He smiles, despite himself, despite what he had almost admitted to you. Imelda reaches into her purse and hands you something homemade in a packet, and waves you off so she can continue vacuuming.Â
Javier is leaning against his desk when you walk the short way back to him, and he doesnât miss the way your hand nervously clenches and unclenches. He wonders if you even know that you have a tell. You give him a half-smile as you stop in front of him, more distant than you were before, but close enough that he could probably touch you with an outstretched hand.Â
In your hand is a packet of polvorosas, made by Imelda herself. It makes sense to him that she would give you something, you are more likable than he thinks fair. Youâre kind to all staff members, regardless of their rank, and there is something about your self-effacing warmth that inspires gift-giving.Â
You look up at him, worrying at your lower lip and he is suddenly struck by how little he deserves you. You told him once that you thought he was a good man, but he knows that however good he is, you are a million times better.Â
âSorry, you were,â you smile sheepishly, âbefore, you were saying something.â
He is quiet for a long moment as he regards you, and you feel naked in the warmth of deep brown eyes.Â
âIt doesnât matter.â He turns back to his desk, sitting and picking up a report with clinical casualness. âWe should get back to work.â
He doesnât dare glance up at you, even as you hover near his desk, where he left you standing. You stand there for a long moment, caught between shock and hurt. And then, you shake yourself out of it, mimicking his nonchalance and picking a report back up. If Javi would have looked at you, he would have seen your hand tremble.
Medellin, 1993. Before.
In the wake of Carillo's death, in that godforsaken barrack room at Carlos HolgĂșin, Javi is caught somewhere between grief and blinding rage, as he so often is these days. He could hardly stand it, the way loss felt new every time, no matter how many times he'd felt it. Heâs angry at Carillo, for failing him, for doing such dark things in war time and leaving Javier alone to sit with it all, for not seeing it through to the end with him. Heâs angry at himself, for not stopping Carillo before it went too far. He misses his mother. He hurts for Carillo's wife, for his children, for that poor kid in that goddamn alleyway. Carillo, he had always thought, was the very best of them. Uncompromising, always; going too far, sometimes. If Carillo, imposing and militaristic as he was, could not be a good man, then what chance did little Javier Peña have?
You come to see him after Messina leaves. Ever her opposite, you don't know the right things to say. You don't say much at all, just hover behind him and gesture to his steadily emptying whiskey bottle.
"You in a sharing mood, tonight, Peña?"
He passes the bottle over and watches you, eyes maybe too heavy, as you take a swig and wince at the burn of cheap liquor. You hand it back. He still hasn't said anything. He's not sure there's anything he can say.
You exhale and perch at the edge of the thin regulation mattress, leaning back on your hands as you observe him. Red-rimmed eyes, a full ashtray on the table in front of him and another cigarette, not yet lit, held between his teeth. The silence stretches between you like taffy.Â
"You gonna say anything, or did Messina just send you in here to stare at me?"
"Messina didn't send me here."
Javier scoffs. "Yeah, I'm sure after months of bein' a pain in my ass that you're here because you care about my wellbeing, right?"Â
You don't reply. You know when Javier is picking a fight, and you're not in the mood to give in to him, not after the day you've both had. After a few more beats of silence, Javi takes another swig, emptying his whiskey glass. Then he stands up, all sharp, abrupt movements, and lingers where you're seated, handing the bottle back as a kind of fucked up peace offering. You accept.Â
He's still watching you as you take another sip, and he complies far too easily when you pat the open space beside you and gesture for him to sit. He sighs; it sounds jagged, wrecked.Â
"Do you think there are any good men?"
If you're surprised by the question, you don't show it. Javier is grateful that you don't show it.Â
"I think," you hesitate, before carefully continuing, "I think someone's actions, their choices â  that's what makes them good. Good intentions, good thoughts, they don't count for much. The good things you do, thatâs what makes the difference."
Javi swallows, parsing your answer in his mind. The silence that blankets you both now is less comfortable than before, it is thick with something unsaid.Â
"Carrillo before heâ before what happened tonight, did some things that...â he trails off. âI don't think he was always a good person. He wasn't Escobar, but he hurt people. That story about the child in Medellin, it's true. I was there and I... I let it happen. If Carrillo isn't a good man, then what does that make me?" His voice is thick and watery, weak with pain. His head is bowed, like he's praying or like heâs ashamed.
For the first time since you've met him, Javier seems human, vulnerable. No machismo, no tough mask. It pulls at your heart and tears prick at your eyes. You put the bottle down and touch his arm, feeling the muscle jump.Â
"Oh, Javier," you breathe out, not sure what else you can say.
He moves quickly, suddenly and you almost think he might kiss you, but he doesn't. He just crumples into your arms, and you hold him, let him pretend he's the one holding you. You stroke the hair on the back of his head as you sit and breathe with him.Â
"It's gonna be okay, Javi. It has to be," you whisper, voice muffled.
You donât know how long you sit like that and pretend not to notice the wetness on shirt as he cries into your shoulder. Just as suddenly as he leaned in to you, he sniffs and pulls back, wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. His other hand is still at the small of your back, fisted in your shirt. For a moment, you both just look at each other. Months of bickering in the office hallways, of posturing and competing, pass between you in that look you share. Your throat feels dry.Â
Your eyes flicker down to Javier's pretty pink lips as his tongue darts out to lick them. You hope he doesn't see your slip, but his eyes have already darkened. He pulls you closer to him with the hand at your back and the other goes to your jaw. For all his fire and intensity, the way he holds you now is tender, almost delicate.
You lean closer just as he does, and he presses his forehead to yours, lips just a breath away. Your eyes flutter closed, so you miss the way his eyes dart over your face like they're searching for something, or committing this to memory. Just as the moment feels like it's lingering a little too long, he kisses you.Â
Javier kisses you like he needs you, not delicate but not quite vicious either. As he pulls you impossibly closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck and scratch at the soft hair at his nape. He gasps, and moves his lips against yours with all the intensity he can muster. Somehow, the hand cradling your jaw is still tender, even as he slips his tongue between your lips and you moan at the taste of him. He pulls you into his lap and you grind against him, lost in the feeling of him all around you. His hands are everywhere, running through your hair, grasping at your thigh. The way he kisses makes you feel boundless; overwhelmed and stunned, all at once.Â
He pulls away, resting his head in the space between your shoulder and neck and mouthing at the skin there. He sighs, hot breath fanning against your neck. His big, warm hand slips under your shirt and runs over the clasp at the back of your bra.Â
"Need this so bad, querida," he whispers against your skin, and all too suddenly the feelings of the day come back to you.
"J-Javi," you breathe out.
He hums affirmatively against your skin and ruts up a little at the sound of his name. You can't swallow your gasp at his hardness under those tight denim jeans.
"Javier, Iâ wait. Stop."
His body goes still, fills with the tension that your touch had been soothing away. His voice when he says your name is wrecked, guilty and mournful.Â
"What's wrong?" he lifts his head from your shoulder, but doesn't dare look up at you.
"I justâ" you start to say, cradling his face like he held yours. "I just don't think this is what you need right now, Javier."
He makes a sound, something like a frustrated grunt but dirtier, angrier. Not at you, you don't think. Angry at himself, more likely. He drops his hands to run them through his hair.Â
"Querida, I wantâ," he sighs at himself, at the words he can't put together. "I want you."
What he really means is that he knew he was attracted to you the first time he saw you, standing a little behind Messina in that godforsaken conference room, in a work-appropriate dress with sensible heels. He means that he's known he wants to do more than fuck you since that first conversation, where you refused to take his shit, rejected his flirting and put him in his fucking place. He wants to say that he likes the way you don't cower away from him, the way you demand that he deliver his best. The way you look rumpled when you work late, filing the paperwork he and Murphy pile on you unceasingly, without apology. He wants to tell you that he thinks he might be able to fall love with you, one day; in love with the sweet moments he sees when you let up on the sarcastic comments. There is so much Javi wants to tell you, but the words get stuck in his throat. He thinks it might all be too much, that he might be too much, so instead he shakes his head and lets you climb off his lap.Â
He thinks you're going to leave without another word, until you pause in the doorway.
"I think you're a good man, Javier. You worry about your heart; only good men do that."
He doesn't show up for Carrilloâs funeral. You don't see him again until you almost collide in the hallway at the office. You both pause for a moment, and you take him in. The bags under his eyes are darker than usual, his hair is unkempt. You open your mouth to say something, asks if heâs alright, if the whispers around the office about him and Los Pepes are true, but he's already pushed past you.Â
It isn't until he's boarding the plane back to Texas, away from Colombia, that he lets himself think of your words again. He wishes you were right. He wishes he was a good man. He gives himself a moment to regret the way he acted. He regrets the way he pulled away from you in the weeks after that kiss, getting Murphy to file his paperwork, avoiding the break room on the third floor that he knows you like, not even saying goodbye when he knows he might never see you again. He thought you would be able to sense it on him, the stink of his broken principles, the stench of his betrayal. He regrets everything but the kiss and, even then, he regrets how it happened. You deserve so much better than him at his most broken, him at his weakest. You deserve so much more than him. Javier Peña knows that he isn't a good man, and he refuses to wait around for you to realise it too.Â
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Part 6: The Geek
Starring: Mark Lee
Summary: A certain boy can't seem to keep quiet after being warned countless times. Y/n was able to hold him off but the more he continued to talk she realized she needed to bring out her big guns and make an important call. She also starts to realize some mixed feelings are beginning to get in the way of her plans. In an attempt to stop this feeling, she slowly starts to lose her friend. Replacing him with a slightly older boy with glasses.
Warnings: Smut, Oral (F.m receiving) Fingering, Sugesstive, Tension Build and Manipulation.
Words: 8.7k
MINORS DO NOT READ!!!
Enjoy :)
"Who's been talking?" you asked Jisung. You both sat in your living room on the carpet. Two hot cups of tea placed in front of both pog you. Jisung sipped his tea nervously before he spoke gulping the hot liquid before he spoke. You waited your finger tapping on the glass coffee table. Your dog emerged from the front door onto the couch just beside Jisung who sat in front of the white couch.
He sighed placing the cups down.
"Haechan-"
"That little cunt. I knew he would open his mouth. Probably pissed at me still," you began but Jisung waved his hands motioning for you to slow down.
"It's not just him," he said. "He only started talking when Johnny pressed him for information," he said.
"Why would Johnny press him? I haven't even got to him yet," you asked trying to remember a point where he could have seen or heard you. You thought you were being careful.
"Doyoung told him you were looking for me yesterday when you thought I was the one talking," he said. Saying the last part quietly. You hummed crossing your arms over your chest. You felt the warm fire from the fireplace on your back as you tapped your finger on your arm. You shook your head tongue poking your cheek.
âThat little shit,â you said in disbelief. Your eyes found Jisungâs. âHe has to be next,â you said standing up. Jisung unsure of what you were doing grew nervous. He jumped up following you to your room. âHe canât be,â he began right on your heels as you walked into your closet.
âRemember the plan,â he said trying to collect your attention. You huffed going through your clothes. You had found an outfit yanking it off the rack. You placed it on the couch removing your shirt. Jisungâs eyes widened at the sight of your bare torso breast still covered by your black bra.
âY/n please just stick to the plan,â he begged refocusing his attention to the bigger picture. You sighed sticking your arms through the hole of the blouse. You were ignoring Jisungâs request. Instead jumping ahead of your perfectly planned plan because of a slip-up. You buttoned up every button pulling a sweater vest over your head. Your pants were next to go.
Jisung cleared his throat catching your pajama pants. You stopped letting out a frustrated huff.
âWhat?â You asked annoyed.
âY/n please relax,â he said placing your pants down on the couch. âJust stick to plan okay? You just have to get to Mark and then Doyoung is after. Can you just wait?â He asked trying to reason with you.
You shook your head pulling your skirt on. âYou donât get it. If I donât do this now my head won't stop playing the same scenario in my head. Jeno going to my father telling him what Iâve done, him making me leave school and taking away any opportunity I had at showing him I can be powerful enough,â you confessed. Jisung raised a brow stepping towards you.
âPowerful enough?â He asked not sure by what you meant. You nodded letting the black belt in your hands fall on the pink couch.
âHe doesnât think Iâm capable Iâm owning the company. He thinks not only am I a girl,â you say with a small shrug. You plop down on your couch Jisung sitting beside you. âBut Iâm even less powerful than some summer intern, less powerful than a child,â you said with a frown. You rest your head on your hand. Your elbow resting on the top of the couch.
Jisung kept his eyes on you. Listening to your every word. He understood how you felt. Being surrounded by powerful people made you feel powerless. He knew the feeling all too well.
"If Doyoung and Haechan keep talking then all of this was for nothing," You said a lump forming in your throat. Jisung's heart swelled in the last couple of months he's seen you happy, angry, even scared but never sad. You quickly wiped away a tear that formed at the corner of your eye.
"I can't let them win Jisung," you said finally looking into his eyes. You sat closer to him. Jisung moved closer to you as well resting his arm behind you. You crawled into his side face meeting his chest. There you let your tears fall in his warmth. He just held you close in your bright pink closet.
"I just can't. After what they've done to me and my friends, other girls too," you said whimpering into his chest. His arm fell rubbing your side. He didn't speak, he made no sounds, he just held you closely as you cried into his chest.
After some time you let go of Jisung pulling your legs up to the side of the couch. You cracked a smile red puffy eyes looking into Jisung's calm brown eyes. You chuckled causing him to chuckle as well. You wiped a few of your tears with the back of your hand.
"I'm such a mess," you claim with a sad smile. Your head fell eyes meeting your hands. Jisung hesitantly brought up his thumb wiping a tear that slipped past your cheek. The pads of his fingers gently hold onto your chin lifting your head. He smiled softly wiping another tear that fell.
"Y/n you may be somewhat of a mess," he said with a light chuckle. You copied his motions a small smile forming on your pink lips.
"But you are a beautiful, real, intelligent, and extraordinary mess. And I wouldn't change that or ask for a better friend," He said honestly hand holding the back of your neck. Your cheek rubbed against his palm. You felt exposed and for the first time in your life, the exposure felt new, fresh even.
It felt like he was staring right into your soul. After only a few months Jisung saw the good in you, everything you refused to see in yourself. Every ugly thing Jeno pointed out in you that sat at the pits of your stomach right now didn't matter. The pit of darkness replaced by a million butterflies by Jisung is what matters to you right now.
So you leaned in close to him. Guiding your body further to his frame. He leaned back as your lips inched closer to his. Your eyes fluttered shut lips grazing his. Jisung felt his heart skipped a beat. His breath hitched in his throat. His fingers grazed his thighs covered in denim. Your faint breath touched his lips. He wanted to kiss you, badly, it was the very thing he pictured in his mind every morning and every night but he couldn't. He couldn't kiss you, not now, not when you are hurting and need someone to comfort you.
He placed his hands on your shoulder gently pushing you away. You sat back down on the couch eyes open. You shook your head standing up from the couch. "I'm sorry," you apologized repeatedly as you walked off in your bedroom. Just behind you, the curtain was pulled open by your maid the rising sun blaring into your bedroom and shining on your skin. You turned to the window half-dressed staring towards the sun exposing your flaws for the world to see.
Jisung appeared from your closet finding you in front of the window. The maid sent a slight bow as she left. You turned to Jisung as he slowly walked over to you, reaching out his hand to touch you. You let out a breath.
"I'm ready for Mark," you said causing Jisung to let his hand fall and let out a shaky breath. You adjusted yourself giving him one last glance before you walked away.
"I'll see you later," you said as you walked into your bathroom away from Jisung letting him let himself out.
That was the last time the two of you spoke.
A few days passed. You had taken some time to yourself as well as attending to Jeno, after all, Mark was easy to find. Every Wednesday from four p.m. to six p.m. he spent his time in the Video Game club. The university had many clubs, this was one of the more popular ones. Mark and Haechan were club members, and Jisung also had a spot in the club. Today you were going to join the video game club.
While the club was popular it was very hard to get into. The leader of the club is Mark and to get into the club they had to defeat him, Haechan, and Jisung in a round of whatever game of your choice. However, were not allowed to choose who you played against. Most failed very few could get past Jisung or Mark. Haechan was the best gamer in the club, you'd have to beat him to get in.
You were already prepared for Haechan to pick you, after discovering you were not the one playing the games with him during your time together. You were looking forward to beating him, for real this time in a virtual reality.
Haechan was just an obstacle you needed to pass to get to Mark.
You bought on a fresh new outfit deciding a much more laid-back vibe would be more suitable. Wearing your low-rise blue jeans with a cropped sweater you wore your hair down finishing the outfit with a pair of sneakers. You walked down the hallway next to Wendy who followed you to the club, as your support.
You let out a breath once you reached the room turning the door handle. Everyone in the dark room turned to look at you. Gasp left their lips seeing you enter the room, computers, and large monitors illuminated their surprised faces upon seeing you enter. Haechan pushed past a few people who stood around his desk to get to you.
"What are you doing here?" he asked shocked with a mixture of anger in his tone. You scoffed, "I'm here to join the video game club," you said with a smile on your lips. Haechan sneered a scoff leaving his lips. He jerked his chin forward judging you. He looked at you up and down a cocky look on his face.
âReally? Are sure you're not just plotting. Who's next? Huh. Mark? Jisung?" he asked getting Mark's attention. Mark walked over placing a hand on Haechan's shoulder. He looked over at you apologetically.
"I'm sorry. You'll have to excuse this guy. He's rude to everyone," he defended. You went to speak but Haechan cut you off.
"I'm not being rude I'm being honest. She's just here to hook up with you so she could cross you off her list and if it's not you first it's Jisung," he said pointing behind you. Jisung walked in standing by your side confused as to what was happening. He knew you were coming today, he also assumed Haechan would give you a hard time. He just didn't think he'd call you out.
Mark touched Haechan's shoulder, gripping it this time. Haechan winced in pain smacking Mark's hand away, rubbing on his skin. He whined releasing a huff. He shrugged pointing at you again.
"What did I say? She's just some fucking Easy A," he said hand waving up and down pointing out your entire body to everyone who was listening. You huffed your face starting to feel hot. Wendy sneered walking up to Haechan and shoving him.
"Haechan," Mark called when he saw Haechan walk over to her. You stood in front of him arms crossed over your chest. Mark walked over leaning Haechan. "Dude, I think you should go," he said. Haechan brushed him off to walk away but you held your ground.
"No," you said causing everyone to look at you. Haechan stopped letting out an annoyed huff. "I want to play Overwatch," you said a smirk forming on your lips. Everyone gasped shaking their heads at your choice. Haechan is known for being the best in that game. He had even defeated one of the best players, Jungkook, a few years back.
Jisung noticed the small gleam in your eyes hiding his smile. Haechan turned back around walking towards the front of the classroom.
"Fine but you play against me," he said walking to his set up. You set your bag down on an empty desk, Wendy's placing her stuff beside yours as you followed Mark. Everyone gathered around as they set up, including Jisung. Haechan wore a cocky grin on his lips the whole time.
The pure joy he'd receive from crushing you was all he needed for him to forget you. Knowing he beat you in something, knowing he made you feel like shit and couldn't get into the club. Knowing you couldn't trick his friend. He felt proud knowing he'd destroy you.
Two bad like always you two steps ahead. Because for months Jisung had trained you. Playing games with you almost every night, and into the morning to prepare you for Haechan. While that first time you played Jisung played for you, you figured youâd learn how to play Overwatch and other games they all liked just in case of the event. Turns out you had a secret talent.
Once the game starts Haechan barely even tries while you click buttons, brows furrowed concreting on the screen. Wendy who had no clue what was happening in the game cheered you on while everyone waited for Haechan to destroy you. They weren't hoping for your downfall just against him no one stood a chance.
However, you watched from the corner of your eye as his character started to die and the anger mixed with fear and confusion formed on his face. Now it was your turn to be cocky, even if you weren't the one playing, you were happy he was losing. Haechan and his ego annoyed you more than seeing Si Cheng every Thursday in your English class.
Mark watched from the sidelines a smile on his lips. An impressed smirk on his lips as he watched you play.
The people in the room began cheering for you and it was the first time in months you heard anyone on your side. You assumed it was because you were beating Haechan. His character was dying and you felt a smirk tug against the corner of your lips. You glanced over now seeing his fingers tap harder on the keyboards trying his best to desperately stay alive.
The people surrounding you are both now excited. They watched closer shocked mixed with curious faces. Gasping when your character was easily taking his own. Some people trying to figure out when you became so good at playing games. Others felt that because you had such a hidden talent there was more to you than you let on. And a few others just cheered you on also losing to Haechan in the past and wanting to see him get destroyed.
Your tongue poked the inside of you both as you typed furiously on the character. You clicked on only a few final buttons watching as his character slowly started to die. Your tongue poked the inside of your mouth. Your feet gripped onto the button of your shoe, your body leaning forward. You were so close you could taste it. With a few more taps and clicks you watched his character die losing the game.
His eyes widened shaking his head. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He held onto the monitor shaking it lightly even tapping the screen just to make sure it wasnât true. No way he lost. And not only did he lose but he lost to you, of all people, why did he have to lose to you?
His head fell as he accepted defeat and therefore had no choice but to grant you access to the club. He sucked his teeth as he handed you, your very own controller lazily placing it in your hand almost falling to the ground. You caught it glaring at him. He stared back at you as you walked over to him. You leaned down close to his level eyes never leaving his.
"That's what happens to rats," you whispered for his ears only. His breath hitched and his eyes widened. You could hear his heart skip a beat from how close you were to him. You smirked pulling away.
"Trust me the worst has yet to come. I'm giving you one last shot. Keep your mouth shut," you warned. He eyed you breathing heavily as he grabbed his things making a straight dash to the front door.
You smiled a wicked smile as he left soon letting it fall replacing it with a much softer smile and letting the cheers from the people around you stain his chest and flood your ears.
Afterward, people returned to their games. Jisung sitting next to a few people including a girl. The girl was a little shorter with long wavy brown hair. She had brown doe eyes and flushed pink lips. She sat beside him as they played together her side bumping into his every time he beat her. He blushed when her hand touched his. She pulled his controller from him giggles echoing from her throat.
You swallowed a lump that sat in your throat. Your arms crossed over your chest as you tried to look anywhere else in the room. But it felt like every computer screen kept shining in their direction. You sucked on the inside of your cheeks trying to pry your eyes away in any way you could. You felt a pinch in your stomach when his eyes never left her frame.
You were going to look away having enough of the current display of affection that took place a couple feet away from you. Jisung hadn't even noticed you staring, he didn't even feel your eyes on him. You frowned poking the inside of your mouth with your tongue.
Why did you even care? As far as you know and remember you were using him to get close to his friends. The same boys he was still friends with, he still even joined their clubs. So why does this even bother you when it shouldn't? He was making you feel the same way you felt last night. It made you feel sick to feel this way. You wanted nothing more than to leave.
Just as you were about to walk away Mark came into your view. He stood slightly taller than you a pair of frames sitting on his face. He sent you a warm smile. When your eyes meet him, his smile falls. He rubbed the back of his neck swallowing hard. His arms fell nervously but not like how Jisung acted around you. Mark could look you in the eyes and stand close enough to you without breaking out in a sweat.
"I just wanted to start by saying I'm sorry," he said with an apologetic frown. He fiddled with his fingers but kept his eye on your eyes. "Haechan can be a bit of a dick," he began with a soft chuckle.
"And it's not an excuse," he said with a shrug. "But ever since he got dumped by some girls he's been worse," he said hoping you'd understand. You let out a breath a smirk on your lips. "It's not an excuse," you responded. "Also you don't have to apologize on his behalf. He's in the wrong, right? He should be the one to say sorry," you said. Mark nodded a small laugh leaving his lips. He shook his head understanding. He let out a disappointed sigh to himself. He knew you were right.
"I have a habit of apologizing," he said with a nervous rub of his neck.
You chuckled. "It's okay," you said. There was a small pause of silence until Mark spoke up. "Anyways I should probably go back to" "Mark," you called as he slowly backed away. A small smile on your lips.
"Yes," he said back almost instantly.
"I heard that new Spider-Man game out, did you get it?" you asked him. He widened his eyes looking into yours. "Are you kidding dude? I finished it the day I got it," he said excitedly. He had no clue you were a fan of games until this afternoon and he had no clue you enjoyed Spider-Man like he did. You pursed your lips impressed.
"Well I'm still new to the game but I was hoping you could come over and help me out. I know tonight is Jeno's party and everything but he wouldn't mind if we sat this one out," You said stepping closer to him and grabbing your purse from the table.
Mark gulped thinking about it for a moment. You were Jeno's girl meaning you were completely off limits. But this was just a video game, a Spider-Man video game. What could be less innocent than that?
Mark smiled nodding. "Okay. I'll come over," he said. "What time?" he asked. "Eight," you responded. "Here," you said handing him your phone. He put in his number handing it back to you. "I'll text you the address," you said walking past him. He sent you a small wave turning around. His smile faded when he saw Jisung watching you leave.
Jisung hadn't even noticed Mark's stares. Instead, he stood up from the girl beside him and followed you out the door. Wendy is not too far behind.
You sat in your car your head against the wheel. You shut your eyes letting out small breaths in the silence of your car. You used the silence to think. Think about what you'd like to do next, after Mark. Mark would be last on the list, the last of the group that would be easy.
Doyoung was supposed to be just as easy but now that he wishes to protect his friends he's made everything even more complicated.
You let out a sigh hearing the passenger seat open and then close. You assumed it was Wendy and when you looked over it was. The car door behind hers opened and then closed you turned seeing Jisung sitting in the back. Wendy placed a friendly hand on your thigh rubbing it gently.
He remained quiet as did Wendy. You started the car leaving the school. You sighed flashing your eyes in the mirror to Jisung. He sat back staring outside the window. You looked away chewing on the inside of your mouth. Wendy eyed the both of you with a confused look on her face.
"Okay, what is going on?" she asked the both of you. You remained quiet glancing at Jisung who was already looking at you. You huffed shaking your head.
"Nothing," you responded stopping your car a block away from the frat. Jisung recognized the area. Normally when you dropped him off and he sat beside you listening to music or talking about life this would be the saddest part of the journey. The part where he had to leave. This time it didn't feel sad, it just felt like the end.
He hesitated to speak. That morning he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so badly that it took every muscle and working brain cell in his body to stop himself from letting his lips touch yours. His body burned down to the pits of his stomach from how close you were to him. But it wasn't right. You were hurting and he didn't have to take advantage of your pain.
He wanted you to know that. He wanted you to understand that he didn't avoid you because he disliked you but because he liked you so much it hurt it to give you every part of him knowing he wouldn't get any part of you.
"It wasn't nothing," he said frustrated his tone catching your attention. Your eyes perked but you remained facing the front of your car. You pulled your sunglasses over your head lips pursed. Wendy faced him scanning her eyes to you for a brief moment. She sighed turning back to Jisung.
"Then what is it?" she asked slightly annoyed. Jisung looked over at you. You still weren't speaking. He shook his head realizing you weren't going to talk.
"Nevermind. She is right, nothing happened," he said opening your car door and slamming it shut. The minute he stepped out you waited. Waited until he turned the corner of his street then you drove off.
"That was not nothing," Wendy said now concerned.
You sighed. "I tried to kiss him and he pushed me away. I didn't want to say anything because I wasn't ready to talk about it," you said finger tapping on the steering wheel. Your tongue poking the inside of your mouth. You shook your head. "I have so much on my plate already with Jeno and the rest of the boys opening their mouths," you paused. "I can't deal with that right now," you said now approaching Wendy's place.
"You like him don't you?" she asked. You sighed shaking your head.
"I can't," you said. She turned away not bothering you with any more questions and instead let you take her home.
You set up your living room perfectly. The PlayStation was fresh out of the box and set up, with the help of Ten. You changed clothes by switching your skirt and blouse to a more relaxed fit. Wear a velour deep purple tracksuit and soft white socks on your feet.
You hummed at the warm feeling the suit provided you. You had even lightened up your makeup, after your shower, settling for a more natural look. Your shaved legs felt soft against the fabric. You almost wanted to cancel from how comfortable to felt, but you didn't.
You looked over at your clock. Seven fifty-one. You walked over to your coffee table picking up the game. You placed the disk inside the system just after turning it on. You let the game set up turning off a few lights and lighting a few peppermint candles before you heard a knock at your door. You smiled placing the last candle down and walking to your door.
You knew today you had to be careful. Mark may have turned a blind eye to what Haechan said earlier, doesn't mean you are in the clear yet. You still had Jeno right on your tail no matter how hard you tried to shake him off. He knew you held a higher power over his head which is why he never dared to overstep the line you had drawn between you two. But now he felt a part of him had nothing to lose and everything to gain from your downfall. All you had down was buy yourself time, hopefully, enough time to make sure you took Si Cheng down, Jeno would fall right down with him.
You smiled checking the peephole and seeing Mark. You picked up your infamous perfume from beside your bag spraying a few sprits on your neck and wrist. You rubbed the liquid into your skin then you unlocked the door. You opened the door wide, wide enough for him to step inside. He greeted you with a friendly smile. You closed the door behind him.
"Can I get you anything?" you asked as Mark removed his shoes. He placed his shoes by the front door. He shook his head waving his hand. "I'm okay," he said following you to your couch. You frowned a crease in your brow. "Are you sure?" you asked again. Mark sighed with a small shake of his head, a small smile forming on his pink lips.
"Water is fine," he said. You nodded walking off to grab him a water.
When you returned he was standing in front of your window the curtain pulled back. He turned to you as you handed him the glass an amazed look on his face. "I've bet you've heard this before but you have an amazing view of the city. I mean your entire apartment is nice, Jeno was kidding," he said honestly sipping his water as he looked back at the large window. You frowned placing your glass on the coffee table.
"Jeno?" you asked opening your curtain for him to look without pulling them. He nodded with a gulp. "He's always talkingâŠWell bragging about you," he said with a shrug. "He tells us stories," he said.
"What kind of stories?" you asked raising your brow as you stepped closer to Mark.
He smirked glancing down at his water and then out the window. He shook his head. "About how much you love him. The things you've done with him, to him," he said the last words dying on his tongue. Your brain had clicked. You stood beside him your shoulder brushing his. He slightly turned his neck to scan your faces before he turned sipping his cool water.
"What does he tell you I do to him?" you asked moving your eyes to his face. He felt your gaze but didn't turn. He gulped placing his free hand in his pocket. His nails grazed against his cloth skin nervously. He had never gotten this far with a girl.
He had never been to another girl's house that wasn't a family member. The only other times he'd been to a girl's house was when they hosted a party and the room was full of people.
He had crushes on girls in middle school and high school. He found girls attractive he just spent his time locked away in his room or at his friend's houses dressing as their favorite characters. He went to conventions and dressed as Spider-Man at every Halloween party every year. He was also part of a frat where Johnny, Jaehyun, Yuta, and Jeno were apart, and girls tended to look past him.
But you were different. You were untouchable, everyone loved and hated you. Every man, even women wanted you, desired you. He sometimes remembers what Doyoung and he did to you last year. he hopes and prays you never find out. You'd kill him for sure. You assumed now he was safe. You didn't see him as the weird geeky boy he saw himself as. You were being kind and welcoming to him and he hopes it's because you genuinely like him.
"Mark?" you called for the fifth time. He shook his head eyes blinking quickly. He turned now seeing you seated on your white couch. Blanket over your lap and controller in your hand. He cleared his throat as he walked over to you. "You okay?" you asked as he sat down beside you. He rubbed his sweaty palms on the roughness of his denim jeans. He nodded taking the controller you offered him.
"My bad," he responded.
You nodded looking away and at the screen.
"This is how you swing," he said showing you the controls. You eyed him a small gleam in your eye. He gulped seeing your pretty lashes flick at him. You picked yourself up sitting closer to him. Your perfume hitting his nose. He felt his heart skip a beat and cock twitch. You turned to him breath fanning over his neck. He hummed smelling your sweet scent.
"Show me again. I like how your fingers look when you play," you hushed softly in his ear. He stuttered, scrambling his words as he pulled back. He sat back on the couch a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. His arm fell over your couch. You pouted through your smile. You sat closer to him his arm around you. He looked at you for a second watching you through the corner of his eye.
"Let's get back to the game," he said taking the controller. You smirked turning to watch him play.
After some time you decided you'd make your move again. You were running out of time and if you wanted to make it to Doyoung before New Year's you had to pick up the pace with Mark.
It was your turn to play this time. So when you fought the bad guys or when you fell off a building little noises escaped your lips. Groans ghosting past your tongue catching Mark's attention again. He gulped his hand gripping the arm of the couch. He felt his heart skip and his eye twitch every time you made a sound.
You scouted closer pretending to be so frustrated you dropped the controller. You bent down to get it your hand landing right on his clothed cock. His hips instantly flexed into your touch.
You sat back up removing your hand as if nothing happened. You dusted off the controller handing it to him. "Your turn," you said with a dark smile on your lips. He took the controller from your hands a jumpy look in his eye. You acted as if you hadn't noticed.
He was so lost in his own mind as he played. His dick was fully hard in his pants and now painfully uncomfortable as he played. He could barely focus on what he was doing. Spider-Man had completely fallen off multiple buildings and lost battles. You cringed at the sight on the screen. Every time he fell or lost he could see it on your face. He scolded himself in his head for being so easily distracted.
"I thought you were good at this game," You teased lightly pushing his side. He scoffed, "I am," he responded. He had actually started to get better once he realized how much you were paying attention. You frowned seeing him lose again.
"Mark you keep losing," you said with a small pout. "How am I supposed to win if you keep dying?" you asked. He sighed with an apologetic look in his eyes. "I'm trying it just, I don't know. I think I'm just tired," He lied. You bit your lip thinking about his words.
"How about I help?" you offered.
"How?' he asked.
You reached forward playing the belt around his waist. His eyes widened watching your fingers tracing over the leather strap. He used his hands to push himself back choking on his breaths. He stopped you placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Y/n IâŠyou have a boyfriend," he said concerned eyes looking into yours. You shook your head brushing him off. "He won't care," you responded. You went back your lips lining with his before he stopped you.
"Wait, wait," he said shutting his eyes for a moment the white controller falling onto his lap. The character on screen died but neither of you paid attention to the TV. He sighed brows furrowing. He swallowed hard.
You sighed turning away fiddling with the hem of your tee. He watched you with curious eyes. "I'm sorry," you began keeping your eyes away from his. He watched you closely wondering why you shut down so quickly after jumping onto him.
"It's just I'm not actually dating Jeno," you confessed. Mark's eyes widened in disbelief. "But the two of you confirmed it. Everyone saw you at the hockey game," he rambled.
"What they saw was a lie. Jeno knew people were talking poorly about me. He heard the rumors they made and since he's an old friend he decided to help me. But that's it, I swear," you said finally looking into his eyes. You turned away seeing his face hadn't changed. "I just didn't he continued making stories, rumors of our one white lie," you said with a disappointed sigh.
His heart swelled at the plead in your glossy eyes. He chewed his lip taking in your confession. The person he called his friend had lied to him.
"I'm sorry. I thought the two of you were together," he said with a small frown. He fixed his glasses clearing his throat a part of him feeling stupid for believing the lies.
"I understand if you want to go. Thank you for your help," you said your head falling apologetically. You motioned your hand to the door. But Mark sighed sitting closer to you and placing a warm hand on your arm. You smirked your eyes still aligned with your hand that rested on your thigh. He shook his head.
"I'm not upset. You lied because you had to. Jeno continued to lie when a lie was not needed," he said. You picked up your head replacing your evil smirk with a warm, friendly smile. "Thanks for understanding," you said.
"Let's get back to the game," you said taking the controller from his lap. He held your hand removing the controller from your hands. He placed it on the coffee table in front of you, next to your full glass of water and his empty glass. He turned to his side to face you a gentle smile on his lips. "What?" you asked sneakily hiding your face with your hands.
Mark chuckled shaking his head. "Nothing you just beautiful, dude," he said. You punched his shoulder he sneered. " I told you to stop calling me dude," you said hiding your smile. He chuckled head falling back then front. You moved closer to him hands reaching up to his glasses and taking them off. You placed them by the controller quickly returning.
You swung a leg over him straddling his waist. He gulped but gushed a smile on his face at the sight of you on top of him. You completely sat down on his lap. He groaned his eyes shutting for a brief moment. You smile leaning closer to him. Your perfume waved past his nostrils, invading his brain and blinding his mind. He hummed at your sweet smell. His larger hands run up and down the clothed skin of your plush thighs.
You hovered over his lips one of your hands wrapping around his neck and playing with his hair. The other holding the side of his face in your warm palm. His lips pursed a slight tint of red from how hard he bit onto his lips. He held his control, every part of his body lighting up with a thousand fireworks. You hushed over his lips. "Am I the one you wanted to kiss?" you asked seeing his glossy eyes flick. He without a thought nodded his head. "Yes," he responded quietly.
You smiled placing your lips on his. His mouth met yours the minute your plush lips touched his. He squeezed onto your waist pulling as close as he could to his body. Humming against your lips his tongue slid across your bottom lip begging for entrance. You fought him at first smirking into the kiss. He took his chance slipping his tongue past your wet lips. You rutted your hips forward feeling his clothed cock poking your velour pants.
You pulled away slowly his bottom lip caught between your teeth. You sucked on his red lip he watched you with dark eyes. You released with placing a peck on his lips. You grabbed the hem of your tee pulling it over your head. You tossed it aside on the white rug. Mark watched with wide eyes. He brushed it off quickly. He didn't want you to see how nervous he was. The truth was this was the farthest he had ever gotten.
He may have lied to his friends about his V-card a while ago.
He didn't want to ruin the moment between the two of you. So he sucked up his nerves the best way he could and pulled his black sweater over his head. His arms were on display from the tight-fitted tee that happened to have a familiar spider logo on the front in black. You chuckled and slightly pushed you away for teasing him, a bashful smile on his lips.
"It's cute," you said. Your innocent compliment sent a sweet warmth throughout his body. He felt comfortable in your eyes. He leaned up placing his lips on your passionately. He smiled into the kiss breaking it apart to lift you up. You giggled as he placed you down on the flat of your back on your couch. He smiled leaning down kissing your neck and playing with the lace straps of your purple bra.
You undid his belt swiftly removing it and throwing it to the side. You undid the button of his jeans sliding them down his waist. Your hands felt their way down his toned chest, to the v-line that formed leading you to his dick. He broke the kiss lifting his shirt off his head. Soon he kisses his way down your neck. Leaving hot wet spots from your neck to your tummy, while his hands roamed freely around your body undoing the clasp of your bra.
He kissed his way down sucking on the skin just above your pelvis. He undid the strings of your pants pulling them down along with your lacey panties. He pressed his nose against your pussy. His jeans not even halfway down his thighs he was already close to cumming just off the scent of your pussy. He glides his nose through your hot folds sticking out his thick tongue to taste you. His nose rubbed circles around your clit while his tongue slipped past your entrance.
He brought his hands down to his jeans pulling them down further. Once he wiggled out of them he brought his hand to spread your folds. The other reaches up to lay flat on your stomach. You moaned loudly head falling back on your pillow. Your eyes widened from how well he performed. You assumed he would fall just under Yangyang but he was proving the opposite.
He ate you like a starved man. A drunk man craving more. Your perfume did you not justice to your true scent. His mind is high off the sweet taste of you. You tasted fresh and felt so warm around his fingers. He could lay here for hours and just devour you. Now he understood why Yuta enjoyed doing this so much and couldn't understand why Jaehyun didn't.
You groaned shuddering under his touch. You had never felt so much pleasure. Mark wasn't eating you just to prep you. He wasn't rushing or lazy with his strokes. He was eating you like it was his sole purpose in life. To be between your plush thighs sucking you dry.
"Fuck dude you taste so fucking good," he groaned against your pussy. He shook his head flicking his tongue on your clit causing your whole body to tighten and then fall apart. You came hard against his tongue and licked and sucked up every inch.
Egar sat back watching to see how your pussy looked in the dim light. Your folds glisten and are on display. You chuckled sitting up your thighs closing and breaking his trance. He shook his head jaw hung low. You wiped your hand under his chin. "Your drooling," you teased. He touched his chin embarrassed wiping away the spit.
You chuckled leaning over and pulling out a condom from your pants pocket. You sat back opening it as Mark pumped himself. Hard and red his dick stood. Precum leaking out the top of his tip. You pulled out the condom sliding it on his cock. His breath hitched from the contact. His stuttering caused him to almost fall. He held himself watching as you laid back.
He adjusted you aligning his dick at your entrance. He let out a breath bracing himself. You held his waist as he brought himself closer his cock slipping past your hole.
He slowly thrusted until his hips stilled his head falling back a loud earthy groan leaving his lips. You widened your eyes. A minute hadn't even passed. He breathed hard chest red, rising and falling. He let out a relaxed breath. He looked down at you seeing the look on your face. His quickly changed mortified. He slowly pulled out using his hand to help you sit up.
"You didn.tâŠ" he began. You shook your head looking at the rest of the living room then him. He cleared his throat trying to control his breath.
"I'm sorry," he began again. You waved your hand. "It's okay. It was your first time right?" you asked. He nodded his hand scratching his arm
awkwardly. You stood up finding your clothes. He did the same with the two of you dressing. You could cut the tension in the room with a sword, which would only dent the metal.
You both looked at each other as he stood at your door.
You decided to let him leave just like this. This was torture enough. He shared the same secret with Doyoung and it would be of better use then. "Hey Mark," you said as he put his shoes on. He looked up at you tying the final lace to his sneaker. "Yea?" he asked quietly.
"Can you not?" you pointed to the two of you. He nodded quickly, quicker than he came. "Trust me I won't," he said stepping out of your open door. "I also don't want Jeno to know. That means don't tell anyone," you said with a slight warning in your voice. He nodded a thin line on his lips.
"Oh and Mark," you said a small smile on your lips.
"Find out how far you can go then come over. Okay?" you said placing a kiss on his cheek. His eyes lit up. He nodded with a small smile. His cheeks were a light pink. "Okay," he said walking away and waving you goodnight. You closed your door behind you. If Jisung starts to slip you'll just have to replace him with another, who better than Mark Lee?
When Mark arrived home the house was quiet. The only sound was Jisung leaving the kitchen. Mark walked up to him after removing his shoes. "Hey Jisung," he called. Jisung stopped turning his head and saw Mark. He held back his eye roll. Mark smiled at him taking off his jacket and placing it behind a chair.
"I have a question," he said. Jisung sighed walking away from his. Mark confused followed the
younger boy. "Dude you okay?" he asked catching up to him. Jisung nodded, "I'm fine. Just tired," he said closing his shared room. Mark stopped right in front of his door. He sighed turning to walk to his room. On his journey, he heard murmurs coming from Johnny's room.
He pressed his ear against the ajar door peeking inside.
"Are you sure?" he heard Johnny ask the person in his room.
"Yea. Everything Si Cheng was a lie. She's been playing us," he heard no other than Haechan say. He rolled his eyes having enough of the young boy and his delusions. Why did everyone want to paint you as some villain? When you weren't. If you were you would have made fun of him or made him feel bad for what happened. He cringed at the memory.
He was so embarrassed. He's surprised you were down to give him another chance. However far into the future that may be.
"And who else knows?" he heard Johnny ask.
"Right now just us, Jeno and Doyoung," he said.
"I get Jeno, but how does Doyoung know?" he asked.
"He's been following her," he said. Mark's brows furrowed. Was Doyoung some sort of stalker? He shook his head quickly running to his shared room with Doyoung. Doyoung was nowhere to be found, probably still at the library. He pulled out his phone pulling up your contact.
He waited for you to pick up biting onto his nails nervously. When he heard your voice he closed his door nervously pacing.
"Calling already?" you asked. "Y/n I can't call for long but I'm letting you know that tonight I overheard Haechan tell Johnny some crazy things. Things I don't believe, I mean I hope they are not true," he rambled just above a whisper.
"Wait Mark slow down," you said dropping your act. "What happened? What is it that you have to tell me?" you asked hearing Mark huffing and puffing through your phone.
"Doyoung has been following you. I don't know how long but he's been following you. I heard Haechan talking about it," he said quickly. You felt your heart sink. You cursed hearing Mark on the other line ask what you had said. You weren't sure if you could trust him yet but this was a good start.
âThank you for telling me," is all you said before you hung up.
You ignored his incoming call and instead scrolled through your contacts.
"Okay, Haechan I tried to be nice. I warned you," you said to yourself as you pressed on the contact you were searching for.
Mark gave up trying to call after you declined his fourth call. He figured he'd call you in the morning He placed his phone and walked towards his door. Jisung who quietly stood outside noticed his feet coming to the door. He quickly rushed back to his room closing the door.
He quickly scrambled for his phone clicking on your contact.
Your phone rang you picked it up seeing Jisung's ID. You ignored the call placing the phone back to your ear with a smile on your face.
"Yes Daddy I can send you his home address," you said proudly. You walked away shutting the light off in your living room and walking down to your bedroom.
Worried Jisung through on his sweater getting ready to meet Wendy around the block of the frat. Instead, he was met with Johnny standing outside his door. Johnny looked at him up and down Haechan standing behind him. Johnny was calm as ever, hands placed in his pockets, and stepped towards Jisung. Jisung gulped frightened by his calm state.
"Jisung where are you rushing off to?" he asked. Jisung felt his neck hairs stand. "The party," he said. "I'm late," he lied. Both the men laughed. "Try a few hours," Haechan said.
Johnny brushed him off turning from Haechan to Jisung.
"If you say you're going to the party who am I to stop you?" he said in the form of a question. Jisung chuckled nervously along with Johnny. Johnny patted his shoulder. "Take care," he said letting his hand fall turning toward Jisung walk away. Haechan did the same.
"But before you go I have a question and I'm asking if you could please be honest," he said. Jisung nodded placing his shoes on. He stood by the front door ready to go. He should have known Johnny wouldn't just let him leave.
"Has Y/n approached you at all? I mean next to Taeyong you are the quietest members of our frat. Of course Taeyong not by choice but you never speak, always alone," he said stepping closer. "Naive. It makes you the perfect victim," he said towering over the boy. Haechan watched eagerly ready to prove his point. Jisung however stood his ground shaking his head.
"Y/n doesn't know I exist. I'd be surprised if she knew my name," he said. Johnny nodded deciding to leave it at that. "Okay if you say so," he said walking away. Haechan stood eyeing Jisung but Johnny turned to him. "Haechan why don't you go to the party with Jisung? It would be good for the two of us to spend time together," he said making Jisung sigh.
"Problem?" Johnny asked. Jisung shook his head. "No," he said.
"Good," Johnny said as he walked up the stairs to his room.
Haechan smirked walking over to Jisung. "Let's go," he said wrapping an arm around him.
Your phone buzzed with a text from Wendy.
My Lovely- I'm coming over. I was bringing Jisung but he got stuck at a party with Haechan.
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"Daddy, can you take care of it tonight?" you asked. You smiled brightly hearing the very satisfied yes.
"His name is Lee Haechan. I'll send you the info," you said a smile on your face as you texted Wendy back.
You hung up the phone with a satisfied grin. You felt ready to take over the world.
Luckily, soon you'd have Doyoung.
You felt your phone vibrate again. You picked it up seeing Jisung's name flash across the screen. You sighed ignoring the call. A small part of your heart breaking.
To Be Continued...
I hope you enjoyed Part 6 of my 10-part series.
I can't believe only 4 parts left.
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Date interruptus
Summary: Dean walks in on you andâŠ
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Side pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader
Warnings: coitus interruptus, embarrassment, nakedness, Tinder date gone wrong, implied smut
Square 19 filled for @theslumberparty-blog presents bingo: Tinder date
Dean walks toward the motel room, grinning like he won the lottery. While his brother grumbles under his breath because the monster they ganked ruined his jacket, Dean is in a good mood.
Heâs got a six-pack tugged under his arm and balances a bag full of greasy food in one hand. âSammy, why the sour mood? We got the ghoul good.â
âIt ruined my jacket and pants, Dean,â his brother mutters. âHow about you bunker in Y/Nâs room? Iâll need all the hot water to get the remnants of the ghoul off my skin.â
âHuh? Sure,â Dean shrugs. âIâll sleep in her room. Y/N got a spare bed.â The hunter grins. He doesnât mind spending the night in your room. âJust get clean, and donât forget your hair. You reek.â
âJerk,â Sam grunts.
âBitch,â Dean bites back. The hunter chuckles and walks toward your room. âI hope sheâs got some hot water leftâŠâ
While his brother enters their shared room, Dean knocks at your door with his boot.
âSweetheart? Do you mind letting me sleep in your room tonight? Sammy is on his period.â
Dean frowns when you donât answer. You wanted to stay at the motel to do more research and now you wonât open the door.
âY/N, are you alright?â The hunter places the bag with food, and the sixpack in front of the door. He knocks again, a little louder this time. âSweetheart, I need you to answer me, or Iâll kick the door open.
Dean listens closely. He presses his ear to the door only to hear you whimper. The hunter doesnât waste more time. He kicks the door open; gun aimed at your potential attacker a split second later.
âY/N? Down. I got this,â he yells as his eyes land on the naked man standing at the end of your bed. âYou sick fucker! Iâll kill you! Iâll shoot your limp dick off!â
âDEAN! WHAT THE FUCK!â You shriek and grab the blanket to cover your body. âWhat are you doing here?â
Your company doesnât have such luck. The man stands in the room, staring at Deanâs gun like a deer in the headlights. âI-I,â the man babbles. âG-un.â
âDude, heâs not some psycho! Heâs my date, Dean!â you yell. âChrist, I stayed behind this time for a reason! Can a woman not have some fun without you kicking her door open?â
Deanâs cheek twitches and his face is bright red. He looks like he just walked in on his parents having sex. âI-IâŠfuck.â He finally secures his gun and tugs it away to cover his eyes. âCanâŠcan he put on some clothes please?â
âCole, sorry. But I think this wonât work out,â you huff. âMaybe we can chat again?â
Cole doesnât hesitate. He hurriedly grabs his clothes, only throwing his boxers on before fleeing out of the room. âFucking psycho!â He grunts while passing Dean by. âI knew it was a mistake to agree to go on a date with her.â
âWatch your tongue, Mr. limp dick,â Dean yells after Cole. âYou sonofabitch!â
âDEAN! Itâs not his fault,â you slip out of the bed to look for your clothes. âWhy did you have to kick the door open? This was the first date I had in months, and you ruined it!â
âI saved you from Mr. limp dick.â He argues. âY/N, itâs dangerous to meet up with guys you find on Tinder.â
âWell, newsflash Dean. I have needs too, and I barely find the time to hook up with a nice guy. All of the guys I meet areââ You wrinkle your nose. âYou know what I mean.â
âNo reason to invite that douchbag to your room. Next time, invite me,â Dean gasps. Did he say this out loud? âI mean, I got food and beer if you want some.â
âThis doesnât make up for the ruined sex date,â you point out. âIf you want to make things up to me, get out of your clothes. I didn't buy expensive lingerie for you to ruin my chance to get laid.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me, Winchester. And donât think youâll leave this room before you made me cumâŠâ
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Wildcats (Part XXVII)
XXVII. ... I'm better off in danger
MASTERLIST
Summary: You are trying to keep it together. Â
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, THIS IS HEAVY, THIS CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE, torture, cursing, threats, beating, dark themes, will feature the Sanctuary, so, everything dark that comes with it, branding with hot iron, vaginal bleeding, period blood, humilliation, undesired groping, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about
+18, MINORS DNI
Notes: Uuufff last chapter, like I said, I had it written for a while, but when I was about to post it⊠it felt strange, like I was drunk or sm.
âDarylâŠâ, you whispered, barely audible, â...Carl, Judith, Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, Rosita, Abraham, Eugene, Tara, Carol, Sasha⊠Gabriel⊠Beth, Tyresse, Alexâ, you hugged herself tighter, rocking backwards and forwards, mumbling, praying, âAaron, Olivia, Deanna, Tobin, SpencerâŠâ
You needed to remind herself of them, of your new family, of the people that had protected youÂ
You couldnât give in
You couldnât lead this people to Alexandria
If you had to die, you would, you only wished they werenât torturing you for information
That is why the names were so important
Each one, a reason to keep quiet
You recited those names, to stay strong, to keep remembering.
Oh Daryl, you might never see him again.Â
âDamn! Aratâ, said Simon, watching you from the little window posted on the steel door, âI think you just overdid itâ, the woman only smirked, âwhat is she saying?â, he asked, looking at her, very interested
âShe is mumbling namesâ, she answered, âlike twenty of themâ
âItâs time we play some âgood copâ, you know what I mean? take her to the doc to get checkedâ, she did not like it, but she complied.
Her and Fat Joey grabbed you, you didn't fight it, and led you to the doctor.Â
That creepy guy was there, and they sat you on a medical bed while this guy checked you out
âTwo week old bullet woundâ, he said, âcaliber .22, it went right through, lucky you, stitched by a proâ, he mumbled, âold bruises nearly vanished, produced by a⊠round, fast acting weaponâ, he narrated, âand this new onesâ, he said, recriminating the guy, âSimonâŠâ, he named him, oh so now you knew, âNo internal bleedingâ, he said finally, âand thisâŠâ, he said, raising your arm, it was on fire, tender, raw and your skin was heated, âitâs almost to the point of infectionâ, he then looked down on you, and then to your face, you were just frowning at him, he was a doctor, you were not going to deny his help
âI need to speak with her, privatelyâ, he said finally
âNo wayâ, the guy Simon said. The doctor just sighed, the doctor looked at you, standing right in front of you, covering Simons sightâs on you
âYou are bleedingâ, he whispered, you looked down at yourself and didnât see any wound until⊠you spread your legs a bit and you whimpered, you had felt so much pain all over that you hadn't even noticed, âyou know what this might be?â, you just looked back at him, âI need to rule out that might be internalâ
âLouder docâ, said Simon, who hadn't heard anything, because he was whispering. A single tear fell down your cheek, you felt so humiliated, ashamed, you wanted to be home, in Darylâs embrace.
âShe is bleedingâ, he said
âItâs not internalâ, you said, âI expected itâ, a fucking year without it, and now it comes?. He nodded.Â
They actually let you take a shower in a bathroom, and you got to see your body littered with bruises everywhere, and that awful mark on your forearm, angry red. Tears of pain exited your eyes when the water hit it. And when you got out, they actually gave you âperiod productsâ, and cotton pants. When they lead you back to your cell, there was a thin mattress on the floor
âHow caring of youâ, you mocked
âThis can all be overâ, she said, âjust tell us what we want to knowâ, you only shook your head. So she pushed you inside and closed the door.
The doc had sneaked you some of the âgood stuffâ, so you just let it kick in and slept in a fetal position.Â
The next morning, the dog food sandwich arrived again, with a bottle of water and paracetamol, once they âfed youâ, Arat appeared again, with that shit-eating grin on her face
âI see youâre liking your food, like the bitch you areâ
âI swear I lose like a million neurons every time i speak to youâ, you answered her
âLook I donât have all dayâ, she said, bored, âand it will get worseâ, she threatened, âjust tell me where your people areâ
âIâll only speak to Negan, from now onâ, you said, looking back at her, she frowned, âIâm so stuck up, I just talk to high ranking members of an organizationâ, you explained simply. She controlled herself, you could see it, and she left the room.Â
The steel door closed, but it didnât do the usual last âglingâ
She was coming back to close it, you were sure, but one minute, and a couple more and she didnât. You sighed loudly, you were not feeling very well, you were weak, your arm was burning, and on top of that you felt drowsy, but, still, you got on your two feet and walked towards the door slowly.Â
The perfect opportunity, it seemed
You opened the door just enough to peek down the hall.
It was empty
You dared to walk out of your cell, this might be some sort of test, they couldnât possibly be this idiotic. It was empty, the perfect opportunity, the perfect scene.Â
You were being held in the basement, or rather, the level floor of this factory, you could see the sunlight peeking through the huge garage door that was also open. You could hear the growls of the walkers displayed outside.
Not a living soul in sight
How much of an idiot they thought you were?
. . .
âShe isnât comingâ, he mumbled, looking through his binoculars. The gates remained open, but you were not going through them, you were not exiting the building as he planned. âIt canât be, are you sure you left it open?â, he asked Arat by his side
âYes Serâ, she said surely
âDamn, maybe we went a little far with her if she canât even exit the damn placeâ, he said, well, letting you think you scaped for you to run back to your place was a⊠particular tactic, to say the least, and you had not fallen for it, it seemed.Â
âShe is smarter than thisâ, muttered Baer, âI donât want to admit it, but she is smarter and tougher than she looksâ, he said, âshe is with people, I know she isâ
âThat was obviousâ, said Simon
âHas Negan appeared yet?â, but Simon just looked at him with a disapproving look on his eyes, that information was above Baerâs paygradeÂ
They waited for an hour, hiding in the trees like idiots when he finally decided to return to the inside of the Sanctuary.
Your cell was empty.
He looked everywhere, but things looked as usual inside, everybody up to their own business.
He went floor for floor, recruiting people as he went, but there was no sign of you, wasnât until he got to the very last floor.Â
He could hear Stevie Wonderâs Superstition on high volume all over. He walked slowly, like he was in enemy territory
The sound was coming from Neganâs fuckinâ room!
He passed by the lounge where the wives were, and they all looked back at him terrified, like some wild wolf just barged in a room crowded with the highest pedigree show dogs.Â
And of many things he expected to find⊠destruction⊠pillaging, hostages taking, bullets flying, threats made, he never expected to see you, sitting on Neganâs favorite chair, a glass of scotch in hand, probably the last pringles can open on top of his cristal table. You had stolen a white v neck shirt, and you had your feet on the table.
âI love this songâ, you said calmly, sipping on the scotch, and looking through a playboy, of all things.Â
You looked up at him and Simon was so red you believed smoke was going to come out of his ears like he was a cartoon character. To say he was enraged was to sell it short.Â
âDo you really think Iâll just take the bait⊠lead you back to myâŠâ, you stopped yourself with a finger in the air, as you just remembered something, âalleged campâ, you finished.Â
âYou little bitch!â, he threw himself on you and you threw back the glass with the scotch out of instinct, it hit against his chest but it didnât brake, he grabbed you and⊠gods he was very strong to be this limp
He threw you on the hallway like you were just trash or something, Fat Joey, ever faithful and with nothing else to do apparently, grabbed you along another dude and dragged you away
âAlright, you have a huge security problem, and you are blaming me?â, you said mockingly, âridiculousâ
âIâm starting to think!â, said Simon, running his mouth behind you, âthat is not worth it!â, he kept going outloud, catching the attention of everyone in your path, âweâll find it without you!â, he said, âyou had rendered yourself useless, so, we better just get rid of youâ, your stomach twisted with fear.
âOh câmon, just when it was getting interesting!â, you said mockingly, âyou are really going to give up that easily?â
âNopeâ, he said then, âwe received clear instructions from above, so I will not be getting rid of youâ, you tried to look back at him, if he was receiving instructions it meant they came from higher up, meaning Negan!, you were sweating now, because you had this sick curiosity, you wanted to meet him, see him. You stole one of his shirts, you raided his room and the guy still hasn't shown up.Â
âBoss, Dwight is back, has something interesting for yaâ, sounded through a walkie talkieÂ
âPerfect timing!â, he said, âour new dog is bringing giftsâ
That couldnât mean anything good, you thought, as they guided you back to the factory floorÂ
You tried not to react, but you failed tremendously when a blonde guy turned around and you saw this horrible scar all on the right side of his face, like he had been burned up with something. He was waiting for Simon, surrounded by angry looking men.
You could already tell he wasnât the most beloved member of the group.Â
But something caught your eye, that man was holdingâŠ
You saw red.
In a second you were being loosely grabbed by Fat Joey and another guy, and in the next?
You didnât even know where you got that knife you had in your hand, you stole it from the guy that was holding you, you donât even remember how it happened. Luckily for him he was quick, evading your violent assault, you barely scratched his side.
He stumbled, and you didnât even know where you got the strength to kick him in his chest, making him fall on his back
âWhere did you get that?!â, you didnât even recognize your own voice, he tried to fight you off, but you were quick to straddle his chest, your foot pinned his arm to the floor, and your hand viciously grabbed his neck in a chokehold
The man was so surprised he barely reacted, he couldnât believe what was happening, neither could you
âThe crossbowâ, you demanded, manically, âwhere did you get it!?â, he tried to snap your hands off of his neck, but you slapped them off of your arms with barely one hand, while you kept choking him. âWHERE DID YOU GET IT!?â, your last scream seemed to shake the entire room, as finally they snapped out of their impression, and they needed two of the big men to pry you off of him.Â
âMy oh my!â, Simon sang-sing, while the blonde guy tried to catch his breath, while a woman helped him up. It even looked like he expected it from you.
âIâm going to kill you!â, you threatened, no, it was no threat, it was a promise.
He was gone, Daryl was gone, they came across him, and they killed him, because there was no way in hell they took the crossbow while he was alive, there was no way in hell.
âOh my, the drama! I love it!â, chanted Simon, âtell her Dwight, where did you get such a fine weapon?â, he asked.
âI took it from a man that we encountered in the woodsâ, he said shakily, looking at you with caution, âalongside a motorcycleâ, you kept looking at him like you wanted to kill him, âhe was alive when we left himâ, he said, rubbing his neck
âYou are lying!â, you accused, there was no way in hell that Daryl would have let this guy take his bike and his crossbow
âAnd he wouldnât casually tell you where he was from, now would he?â, asked Simon right by his ear
âNoâ, he said, and then he looked you dead in the eye and smiled, âbut he told me about his community, he was so welcoming, wanted to take me back with him!â
âSON OF A BITCH!â, you screamed, in your native language
âThatâs enough from you young ladyâ, said Simon theatrically, âyou have been lying to us all along! you clearly knew this guy, and this guy said you are from a very nice communityâ, he said, smiling creepily. He grabbed you by the arm and took you to a sort of balcony, overlooking the entire floor.Â
âKneelâ, he demandedÂ
âI would only kneel for one manâŠâ, you said, unimpressed, âhe would never ask me to do it of course, but I would, for him, for some sexy times, you know?â, you asked mockingly, winking at him.
This order he received from âaboveâ is the only thing that prevented him from bashing your head against the metal railing and not stopping like you did, a one time occurrence.
And into the box you went again
Nobody here in this graveyard appreciated your good ass comebacks and jokes.
This time, no paracetamol, no water, no dogfood sandwich
And the very next morning, they dragged you out of your box.
This time, they brought you to some sort of meeting room, of course, it was from a factory. It sucked, there was Simon, over the table, there was this huge map.
âHas anybody ever told you that you are the creepiest looking guy thatâs ever walked this earth?â, you asked him right off the get go.Â
âWhere is your community?â, he asked, he did not seem pleased, he had a huge map in front of you, of the entire surrounding states. You looked at him and pointed randomly at the map. He kept looking at you with an unhinged look in his eyes
âDid you just pointed at the ocean?â, he asked with greeted teeth
âYeahâ, you answered simply, âthatâs where Iâm from, the mer-people, theyâre coming for meâ, you said and he sighed, rubbing his face, âtheyâre BIG in looting and pillaging, raising the ocean levels and allâ. You were so tired, hungry and sleep deprived that you didnât even see him coming. He grabbed you by your hair in the back of the head and smacked your head against the wooden table, until your nose was rubbing in the paper
âWhere the fuck is your camp?â, he asked
âScrew you!â, you said angrily, âleave me alone!â, you screamed
âYou know what this tells me?â, the town of Richmond was the only thing you could see as he rubbed your face in it, âyour leader is strong, isnât he? your camp must be magnificentâ, he leaned in until you could feel all of his body on top of you, which made you so uncomfortable your eyes filled with tears, and his breath on the side of your face, just straight up made you nauseous, âa lot of resources, right?â, he asked
âNoâ, you whimpered
âOnly something like that could make you hold on like thisâ, he said, âyour loyalty is brutal!â, he said, making you whimper, âYou must have so much to lose, donât you?â
âNoâ, you said more firmly
âDonât be selfishâ, he whispered, âyour people cannot possibly have more resources than us, let us save themâ, he said, more enticingly, he pressed himself more into you, âwe are the saviors, your camp is in danger for the living dead and we can save themâ
âIâm aloneâ, you whined. He pressed your face even more into the map and you whined in pain, your arm still hurting.
âSquad five to leader, overâ, sounded through his walkie talkie, he released you then, but you just laid there on top of the table, not daring to move.Â
âYeah, talk to me, overâ, he muttered into the apparatus
âWe were attacked in sector eightâŠâ, you raised your head, âit's a whole groupâŠâ, no, no no no no no, âthey say⊠you have one of their people, and they want to speak to you, overâ, he chuckled darkly, grabbing you by the back of your head, smashing your head back into the wood.Â
âIs that so?â, he asked, âany casualties? overâ
âThey took a couple of us Ser, I think they want a trade, overâ
âHow many did they take? overâ, he asked
âWe are five Ser, overâ
âFIVE OF MY MEN!â, he said, not clicking, âyou are not even worth half of one!â, he said angrily, he had lost his marbles, this was the tipping point
âIâm told you run the show around thereâ, you sighed in relief, it was the voice of Rick
âYes I certainly doâ, he said simply, âand youâve took my menâ
âAnd you took one of oursâ, he said, as Simon didnât answer, âletâs make a tradeâ, he said simply through the walkie
âBold of you to assume we still got herâ, he said. âMaybe we got rid of herâ
âFine, then weâll get rid of yoursâ, a shot rang through the walkie making you jump in your spot, ânext goes inside your man hereâ, Simon cursed and kicked, it was funny.Â
âthatâs not necessaryâ, he said, trying to fake the most laid back voice ever
âWe want to speak to herâ, he demanded, âI want proof of life!â
Simon stuck the the walkie to your face and clicked the button
âHey Rickâ, you mumbled into the thing, âIâm aliveâ, you said, you couldnât say you were fine though. He called your name
âWe are comingâŠ!â
âThere she is!â, Simon interrupted, âI gotta say, it's been a delight to have her hereâ, he said, âI have enjoyed her company so muchâ, you trembled in your spot
âSon of a bitch if you touch a single hairâŠâ
âMaybe we already didâ
The next thing that could be heard through the walkie was someone moaning in pain, you guessed they were beating the hell out of one of their hostages.
âLet me hear it from herâ, Rick demanded.Â
Simon out the walkie in your mouth again
âRick, Iâm fineâ, you said, more assertive this time
âTough one Iâll give him thatâ, he mumbled. âFive for one, uh? you must be really valuable for themâ, he said to you
âWe want her back, nowâ, demanded Rick, âthe exchange, in an hourâ
âI donât think so palâ, said Simon, âI have to think it through firstâ
âAre you Negan?â, Rick asked
âWe are all Neganâ, he said back
âSo, when?â, he asked urgentlyâŠÂ
âTomorrow 9 am, the farm near I-66â
âNo, I don't think so, why donât we meet in the very same spot where she was taken, 9 am?â, that damn sector 8 was proving to be a pain in Simonâs ass.
âSo you can go there first and blow our brains out?â, he asked, fair point
âWe got five of your guysâ, said Rick, âmaybe you take your chancesâ, Simon seemed to really think about, really, really think about it
He changed the channel on the walkie
âAlfa chanel, clear, overâ,Â
âIâm hereâ, answered another voice in the walkieÂ
âThey want a trade, they have our menâ
âThen make the trade, idiotâ, he said, a familiar voice, but you couldnât quite pinpoint it, he then changed channels again
âYou got yourself a dealâ, he said happily, this dude had issues
âTomorrow, 9 amâ, said Rick, and that was all.
You were somewhat relieved, but who were you kidding? When does a hostage exchange ever end well? never, not in movies and series you have seen at least
âThis is the last night you are going to be joining us, what would you like to eat? uh? pedigree or friskies?â, he teased, you only groaned as he finally let you stand up from that table.
You guessed he had stuff to plan, so Baer himself came to collect you to lead you back to your suite
âSee?â, he asked, âI know you better than you thinkâ, he teased, âtomorrow weâll see what your people are made ofâ
âYou'll come to a hard realityâ, you said
âOh, because you are so badass?â, he mocked, âyou donât know half of the shit I have seen in this place, the things that happened since you left usâ, you rolled your eyes
âYou said that I left you, left the teamâ, you said matter of factly, âI am a villain in your story and thatâs alright you know why?â, you asked as you had reached the door
âWhy?â
âBecause you are a clown in mineâ, you said with the sweetest smile youâve got, you gave him the finger and he pushed you angrily into the closet and closed the door, âalright, Iâm sorry!â, you said through the door, as you didnât hear steps walking away, âthis might be the last night weâve got to catch upâ, you said
âOh believe, it wonât be the lastâ, he said, you frowned, âNegan will make you all kneel, so Iâll be seeing you each week, when you bring me food and suppliesâ
âYou are delusionalâ, you accused, âyou know shit about us, what we have lived through, the things we have doneâ, you said, âwe will break before we bendâ, you said, âthis isnât the old world anymoreâ, you only hear him chuckle. There was silence, but neither of you moved, âWhat happened with Pope?â, you asked him through the door
âI told him that we had to leave that crap cityâ, he said, âDC was the way to go, you said itâ, you bit your lip, âthat I was leaving and of course he had to come with, but he refused, he wanted to wait for youâ, he said, and that broke your heart, âhe refused to leave because he thought you were coming back for him, so I left him most of the food and I left him thereâ
You let yourself slip by the wall to the floor.
âNot so chatty now, uh?â, he said, and then he left.Â
Curiosity killed the cat, and sometimes, satisfaction didnât bring it back.
PCN: Its like Im on crack with this story, hehehe.
This is where I start to deviate fromt he story, because i don't want anybody to die, and i really think they could have pulled it off better jejejeje
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Harrison vs Victor
Event Story
Part 2
*The translation are not guaranteed to be entirely accurate,so expected some errors
Victor took me and Harrison to provided me with a selection of high-quality "men's" suits.
Wear a jacket, pants, and shoes. My hair is tied up and hidden inside a fedora hat.
Kate: "I canât believe that the condition for joining a social club is to be a man."
Victor: "I'm sorry. You're adorable and pretty, but I'm sealing you up for a while."
Harrison: ".....Anyway."
Victor: "Huh?"
Harrison: "Kuk..ku"
Kate: "Why are you both smiling?"
Harrison: "No? I'm not used to wearing a suit, and it looks like a child is wearing their parents clothes as a prank."
Kate: "Well, that canât be helped."
Victor: "Ahaha, it's okay. Just straighten your back and see, you're a nice British gentleman."
Harrison: âKukuku, nice and honorable British gentleman.
Shall I hold your hand so you don't fall?"
Victor:"Then can I hold your free hand while we go?"
Harry holds her right hand, and Victor holds her left.
The strange sight of three men walking hand in hand,had been attracting the attention of the people around them for a while now.
Kate: "Stop already! Please don't make fun of me . Come on, let's go"
Harrison: "Yes, yes, your so brave."
Victor: "Hehe, let's follow Mr. Kate
The Brown family mansion is located by the lake. It was a big mansion.
As soon as you enter the front door, you will be asked to confirm your invitation card and if you have a spouse or significant other.
(I've visited places like this several times on missions, but this is the first time I've been asked a question like this.)
(Spouses and lovers are the people you have the closest relationship with, and there is a possibility that they may reveal important secrets.)
(What exactly is Daniel-san's purpose?)
I was safely guided into the mansion and opened the door.
I couldn't help but stare at the sight that awaited me on the other side.
(The scent of chocolate everywhere!)
Various types of chocolate are lined up on the table, and what is being distributed is high-quality hot chocolate.
Victor: "This isn't a social club, it's a rate chocolate's club."
Harrison: " ... seems so"
Admist the choking scent of chocolate, only men are gathered here.
As the name of the social club suggests, everyone seemed to be enjoying the conversation while enjoying the chocolate.
Bow tie men: "I agree with women's suffering. I canât wait."
Bowler hat men: "I have the opposite opinion. Having women in the mix makes it more multifaceted."
We also joined in the conversation and listen quietly.
(Hmm...I can't find anything suspicious from the conversation though.)
Victor: "âŠthe man in the white suit over there itâs brown."
There was a beautiful white-skinned young man with blond hair and slicked back.
Brown: "Please eat and talk as much as you like."
"We have mountains of chocolate and cacao in our warehouse."
Kate: "...After all, he had the chocolate. But for what purpose?"
"Harry, are Mr. Brown and the others lying to you?"
Harrison:"No, there's nothing." [iya,nani mo]
Kate: "Then,they don't have anything suspicious about them at all?"
Harrison: "Being able to tell when a person is lying is not the same as knowing everything about that person."
"Therefore, be careful not to disrespect others.I have to watch it carefully."
Victor:"You remembered."
Harrison: "... It's nothing, it's not because it's your words. I just think it's a valid point."
In the eyes of the two of people, a color that reminds them of the past comes to mind.
Kate: "Um, Harry."
Harrison: "I thought you'd want to know. Moreover, when you have those eyes, you will never back down."
Kate: "Yes, please let me know."
Victor: "You're so honest.Harrison, why don't you tell her?"
Harrison: "... It was on the way back from Victor and I's first mission."
Victor: "Harrison Gray"
Harrison: "What? Do you have any complaints about my work performance today?"
Victor: "No, you have good gun skills or quick judgement. What's more it was flashing."
"I'm glad I let you join the Crown, and I'm grateful for my chance to meet you and for my decision."
"but"
"Harrison, you have a habit of underestimate others."
Harrison: "...."
Victor: "I think it's because of your ability to tell lies..."
"Being able to tell a lie doesn't mean knowing everything about that person."
"The proof is that I lied to you today."
Harrison: "...What?"
Victor: "Actually, the mission you completed earlier was a fake request that I made."
Harrison: "...." *shocked face*
".....Damn it"
Victor:"Ahaha, are you angry?" Sorry, sorry"
Harrison: "Don't cross your shoulders, you liar."
Victor: "Hey, Harrison. That's what I think."
"People are unknown and free. Thatâs why itâs beautiful."
"With those eyes, you can see through lies.Please stay."
End of flash back
Kate: "There was so much to it..."
Harrison and Victor's first mission When I heard his story, I was struck by the idea.
Victor: "Hmm, I've always been good-looking. Isnât it too bad?"
Harrison: "If I let you speak for yourself and enjoy yourself, I don't care."
Victor: However,it seems like this incident is the opposite than then."
"We overestimated the situation a little bit.It seems like it was gone."
Harrison: "...It's seems like that. That brown I don't feel the malice characteristic of bad people from him."
"All I feel is loneliness and jealousy,also,vanity."
Kate: âHuh, Do you maybe found out something?."
Victor: "90% of the time. I want that last 10% certainty."
Harrison: "Kate, I need your help with something."
What they asked me to do was act in a way that makes it obvious that you are a woman in a place where people can see you in front of Brown.
And he said it was good to make 'some kind of contact.'
That's why i approach Brown-san, who is happily chatting with someone,
and "deliberately" took off the fedora hat i was wearing.
The long hair that I had been hiding fell out, Mr. Brown's eyes widen when he sees this.
Brown: "W-why is there a woman in my mansion!?"
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Mr. Brown was shocked when he saw me take off my disguise and return to my female form.
Brown: "W-why is there a woman in my mansion!?"
(A cat hater panics like he just found a cat.)
Kate: "Iâm sorry, but there are circumstances. Letâs talk over there."
Brown: "What...!"
(Eh?)
When I try to touch him, Mr. Brown face turned red and he backed away.
While the people around us were murmured, Harry and Victor approaches and calls out.
Victor: "Can I talk to you in a separate room?"
We headed to the room that had emptied, and there was no people . Then, Mr. Brown opened his mouth.
Brown: "Who the hell are you guys?
Could you please clarify?"
Harrison: "We're the police. We were given an undercover investigation."
Victor: "Recently, I heard a rumor that your company has stopped distribution of a certain product and is monopolizing the product."
Harrison: "And there are a lot of those products in this mansion. It was there. Here,look at this."
Harrison took out the box of chocolates from his pocket.
(Since when!)
Brown: "..."
Harrison & Victor: "Now, let's go check the answers."
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Stranger in my kitchen
Summary: Dean goes full to protective dad mode, as he sees a stranger in his kitchen touching his daughter.
Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: firing a gun in front of a baby
Word Count: 1392
A/N: English isnât my first language, so please don't judge me for using a translator for this original text. I wrote it together with my friend Minnie who has added the part of Lu and Y/N. We are so exited to add something to this beautiful community of writing for dean. Also this is my first fanfic ever published outside my inner circle of writing friends. (In our story it also became true, that Dean is Bens real father. And Bobby never died. ;) )
[Y/N's POV] It was actually a normal day at the Winchesters' house. Dean had been on a hunt with Bobby and should be home soon. Ben was still sleeping his bed upstairs. The two dogs were running around in the garden and also needed a little time to themselves⊠Baby Cassidy was already awake with her mother Y/N. Cassy was in damn good hands and was currently sitting in a little baby bouncer on the kitchen counter and Y/N was clearing out the dishwasher. But they weren't alone. On one of the bar stools sat a man, not much older than Y/N and Dean, in a smart dark blue suit and white shirt that wasn't completely buttoned up. In his hand was a steaming cup of coffee and on his hand was a ring with a black rectangular stone in it. With the other hand, he nudged Cassy's bouncer and smirked at her. Y/N had just tied her hair up in a bun and was wearing just a top and hot pants as she crouched behind the counter at the dishwasher. Cassy started laughing and just babbled to herself.
[Dean's POV] Hunting. An activity in which Dean felt completely free and could rely entirely on his instincts. It was what he had learned, what he was born for. Making the world a better place, saving lives. The family business.
For once, it wasn't about changing diapers or talking to stuffy principals. No, Wendigos didn't talk and Dean understands Bobby without words. So the men had chased the thing in the nearby St. Jeffreys mine for a few hours and finally sent it to purgatory. It was life like before the unexpected baby happiness. The hunt had been all about instinct, speed and accuracy. That was what Dean had been living for the last few hours.
And that was what he needed now, when he saw a strange man sitting at his kitchen table, holding out his hand for his Cassidy. The strange man was wearing a suit. He was sitting with his back to the doorway through which the hunter had just stepped. An advantage, if only for a split second.
And the pistol was already in Dean's hand, loaded with silver bullets, aimed at the stranger's back.
Dean pulled the trigger immediately.
There were no thoughts clouding his mind. No details that he noticed. Shoot first, ask questions later. That had always been the motto. At least that of John and Dean Winchester. The bullet that Dean hoped would save his daughter went off with a loud bang. Then his gaze was diverted by a person appearing from behind the counter. It was Y/N, who Dean's subconscious had classified as missing before. That's why he hadn't hesitated for a moment to shoot the stranger. Because nobody was allowed to get too close to his little Cassy. No one.
If you had time to look at Dean, you'd see a serious guy with soot and dust on his face, trousers and jacket. A bloody scratch adorned his left cheek, his knuckles were cracked and his palms were scraped open.
[Y/N's POV] Y/N hadn't given any thought at all to the fact that her cousin Lu had announced himself. Twenty minutes before his arrival. Of course, that was typical of him, as always. If he announces himself at all. But she was a good hostess after all, offering her visitor a coffee immediatly. And although he wasn't purely human, she knew he posed no danger whatsoever. Not to Ben, not to her, let alone to Cassy. She had even asked him to help her with some of her research into Cassy's powers and how to secure certain parts of them. But nonetheless, she knew Dean would be back later today. But she just figured the situation could be resolved with a simple round of introductions. But that wasn't the case. Dean came in in the manner of his father and started shooting at everything he didn't know and couldn't categorize. GreatâŠ
But Lu was quicker. He had already heard the footsteps crunching on the smooth tiled floor. Because Dean's shoes didn't look particularly clean from the hunt in the forest and so he also heard the safety catch on the gun and then automatically raised his hand towards Dean and the bullet made it out of the barrel of the gun but fell to the floor just before it hit his suit.
Y/N screamed briefly and slapped her hand over her mouth, but then saw how battered Dean looked⊠"Baby! What happened?" She had also dropped a cup that she had just taken out of the dishwasher and then immediately ran over to Dean, took the gun out of his hand and stuck it securely in the back of her waistband.
Lu had stood up in the meantime and straightened the front of his Armani suit and then looked over at Cassy again and stroked her lightly over her small hand. "Well, it looks like your daddy in a damn bad moodâŠ" He looked to Dean with a grin now, being slightly provocative of course⊠But that was just the way he was. Otherwise, he was a kind-hearted person, if you could call him thatâŠ
[Dean's POV] Dean lips twitched in anger as the guy stopped the bullet just like nothing. That wasn't human. Something like that shouldn't be in this house. Briefly, he froze slightly as Y/N took the gun away from him and remained totally calm. She even seemed taken aback by Dean's reaction. Only slowly did he realize that she could also have an insurance agent visiting or someone from the youth welfare office. But that was out of the question, because the man was totally unimpressed by the fact that he had almost been shot.
What was wrong with the guy and his mocking grin? Dean looked at Y/N in amazement, because she must have guessed what had happened. He almost nagged at her: "A strange, supernatural guy is trying to touch my daughter. This maybe?" Long slimy fingers trying to hurt a cute baby. But not in Dean's kitchen!
Quickly, the hunter rushed to Cassidy and picked her up from the rocker to his dirty arms. The comforting smell of fresh baby skin and diapers came into his mind and grounded him a little. The little girl didn't quite know whether to be happy or cry and looked a little frightened.
Dean turned his child away from the stranger so that he couldn't touch her again. The protective father turned threateningly to the suit guy: "Get your paws off her or you'll have mine in your face!" He would love to deform that polished face a little, given the stranger's audacity. Dean protectively placed a hand on Cassy's head. Only Y/N's light-heartedness kept the hunter halfway to the ground. Eagle-eyed, he tried to spot something about his girlfriend. Some strange behavior. Was she under a spell? "So, what's this, huh?" he asked, still growling slightly.
[Y/N's POV] Lu stood there grinning, his hands buried in his pants pockets by now and leaning against the counter in the kitchen, really very relaxed and not at all intimidated. He then picked up his coffee cup, spread his little finger and simply watched the spectacle that was unfolding between the two of them. As panicked, angry and heroic as Dean was acting, it really amused the cousin.
Y/N rolled her eyes, but then realized that she should have warned Dean that Lu was coming over. She ran a hand through her hair and then said, "DeanâŠplease⊠If there's someone in this house, I let them in here, otherwise Evangeline and Bones would have struck. And I told you about my cousin Lu from Vegas back then, didn't I? May I introduceâŠmy cousin Lu from VegasâŠyes, Lu is not human. He's a warlock. And yes, I invited him here to think about this magical barrier for Cassy's powers and to talk to him. But that won't work if you just shoot him. He's my biological cousin and I hope we've settled the issue now!", she said with a sigh. "Lu? This is Dean⊠My fiancĂ© and father of my daughter. He's not usually that pissed off. But with Cassy, he sees red⊠And he has an aversion to strange men in suitsâŠ"
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