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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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hi hannah! i may have a request 🥺 i've been watching too much tiktok and this two made me want some jungkook skater au 😳 like the reader saw him and went like love at first sight so she purposely buys a skate and goes everyday to the skatepark and start learning just to impress that hot tattooed skater that kinda looks like a bad boy but he's actually a softie. ♡

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late skate

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 7k

glimpse: jungkook would rather wash down his grip tape than spend another hour seeing you land on yOUR ass, a smitten y/n and love at first sight, and tae almost losing his bearings (in all aspects) <3 // gif is from pinterest :D

note: thank you so much for the request babie!!! also i’m sorry since i’ve done this a month late hee-hee bUT but it’s here now!!! fun fact: i used to skate but one time i fell on my ass so hard doing an ollie that i quit ( ˙-˙ )

there is nothing

there is absolutely nothing you hate more than walking home alone and at-

wait u need to shudder

night

times like these make you both angry and scared because fIRST of all

you’re angry because if oNLY (you’re still hoping that u win the lottery soon) you were born to wealth and ease (if you see park jimin one more time in a billboard you’re about to lose it), you wouldn’t have to worry!! or even work for that matter!!!!

you could have a car by now!!!

but you don’t have a car and you’re still saving up for that because you have to keep up with your bills and this nice and decent apartment that you’re living in right now

well if you’re being honest, you are splitting it with yoongi and that cuts back your expenses significantly but that’s besides the point

which is why you’re being extra thrifty!! save up all the money that you could so you could by yourself a car amongst other financial decisions and nOT be scared shitless when walking home

you’re working at the animal shelter most of the time and it’s very fulfilling because of cOURSE!! your job is to care for animals and give them a better chance at everything :D

the pay is more than decent but it’s not the highest sO what you do on your spare time is pick up any job you could!!

and the income that you need is more and more than decent because taking care of chimmy is not an easy feat

chimmy, your alaskan malamute!!! he’s the first puppy you’ve properly taken care of in the shelter and you’ve fallen head over heels for him

he kept bumping into the wall when he scrambles after you call for him but eH you love the clumsy giant still!!

so much so that you file your adoption form for him and run over to mr. kim’s office hurriedly :D

your boss seokjin’s pretty sweet after all but at the same time he’s intimidating!! too sweet and intimidating at the same time that when he approves your form without much question, you almost kiss his cheek

...

.... hehe

jin beat you to it and instead he gave you a side-hug with a very strict warning to take care of chimmy and provide everything that he needs

he eats 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓊𝓂 dog food and you could only assume the amount that he needs because of how he towers

the treats?? one time yoongi got overly-excited to take a picture of him and accidentally left the bag on the ground, and when he came back?? chimmy’s managed to inhale all of them

thankfully he’s only loyal to one (1) toy and it’s to this brown angry... entity..? with one tooth that yoongi’s made by himself

but he constantly has to replace the stuffing because chimmy nOTICES when it’s flat and unstuffed from his own doings

hehehe the grooming.....

you thank your lucky stars that jin gives you a discount to have chimmy groomed!!

one time you were about to have a breakdown because a $100 grooming session simply didn’t click well with your ongoing budget and you decided to do it yourself :D

spoiler alert: chimmy kept barking at you when you held up the mirror to his face because wOOF did you just... d-did you give him bangs.... how was that possible....

and then sECOND of all is that well.,.,.,

you’re scared and that’s it

there is every possible reason for you to be scared :D

you get off from work at 5!! but now it’s quarter to 8 and you totally should’ve booked an uber but it completely slipped your mind

normally, you wouldn’t walk home alone though because chimmy comes with you to the shelter, and then he serves as a therapy dog of sorts to help ease and calm down the new rescues!!

he even has his own little ID oh my god :’)

but he doesn’t come in everyday and well you remember,.,.

no actually, yoongi REMINDS you that today is his day-off at work and explictly implied that he’d very much love to cuddle with a giant alaskan malamute as he gets his well-deserved rest

and yoongs has been the reason to why you don’t unravel every single day and you owe him for your life so yea okay you can have chimmy whenever you need this giant pillow of support <3

but no

you don’t have chimmy with you and you don’t have anyone to bark and be willing to growl n intimidate any creepy dudes you could possibly encounter on this twenty-minute walk home

the extra coffee you’ve drank at 6 in lieu of dinner does not help at ALL

what if you just... run

that way you get home faster and you won’t have to be that antsy!!!

ok maybe just a light jog would do

you wanna go home so badly and take a shower and be sandwiched between your warm sheets and sleep all the way

you miss chimmy and yoongi and you just hOPE that he’d already cooked dinner and you won’t have processed food again for the third time in a week

and after dinner maybE you could treat yourself to online shopping because yoongs has also been pestering you to let yourself indulge once in a while

your thoughts are jumbled once panicked and it reminds you that yes you should definitely get a car and you know what??? you probably should-

wait fUCK

...

....

wait

hold on a second

did you just manage to narrowly dodge what seems to be a skateboard in mid-air??????

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

said taehyung is jumping down and crouching to pick up the deck at your feet and squeaks an “oop sorry ‘bout that!!” before going back and

well...

mr. “taehyung, you dumbass!!” is who you presume to be the speaker,, because well no one eLSE is in this skatepark at 9 in the evening,,,, is standing RIGHT underneath the light and is right at your line of sight

it’s as if the clouds are opening up and chimmy’s barking could be heard and everything you deem perfect is ringing right in your ears because god.... holy shit.....

he looks and probably feels like a warm-sized bed that smells of baby powder and fresh linen

he has a hoodie on with the sleeves scrunched up and you tHANK yourself that you’ve saved up enough to get lasik eye surgery because those tattoos...,.,. you r positive that they would be your demise

mr. TYD has a loose bucket hat on yet you could still see his features clearly and you aren’t lying when you say he is perhaps the most breathtaking thing you’d ever seen

even more breathtaking than seeing chimmy in the laundry room and having fished for your one good perfect bra in his mouth

huh

you’re pretty sure this is what love at first sight must feel like

suddenly, you aren’t anxious at all and you’re instantly gravitating towards the ramp without much complaint

there’s a bench conveniently placed in which you could see him but he won’t see you

you find yourself sticking around and smiling when you see him goofing around in all good fun

hopefully you don’t look like a cREEP because you swear you aren’t!!!! and hopefully they don’t notice you either and find out then and there that you’re here in a skatepark withOut a skateboard,,, just sitting,,, to see him

this may not be your best idea yet lmao yes you’re gonna admit that

but it’s probably the first and last time that you’re ever gonna see him so might as well watch him for awhile!! that’s all!!!!

ok wait

this is definitely a bad idea because yoongi calls you and you forgOt to put it on silent and it’s his voice that greets you very rudely as soon as you pick up

“y/n where the FUCK are you???”

oh lmao it’s quarter to 10 already

“jeez, i’m coming home!! calm down!!”

“yeah tell that to chimmy who’s been worried sick with me and won’t stop hOWLING!!!”

you’re scrambling to gather your duffel and sneak oNE last look at him and ur practically pouting as you say goodbye to him under your breath

:((

“... aw, you worry about me?”

you resume back to jogging on your way home and this time for rEAL

you’re gonna miss him

he’s like one of the random dudes you see in the mall that are sO breathtaking and you know you’re never gonna see them again

you didn’t even manage to catch his name :((

but whoever he is, he feels a little more different than a dude in a mall because this time, you feel like you’re gonna cRY at the thought of it

little did you know that jungkook could see you all this time and he’s sad to see you go

chimmy is the first to leap at you as soon as you come through the door

and if you didn’t anticipate the giant, then you’d probably be toppled over by now

yoongi finds it weird that there’s this lingering gentle smile on your face

well he shouldn’t be so shOcked because he sees you talking to yourself when you’re watching documentaries and cooking

(( he always checks if there’s a camera hidden somewhere in the kitchen and you were vlogging or something but nO!!! ))

it’s like you’re a third-grader again that goes fERAL at just the thought of their crush

you hope mr. tyd has already eaten breakfast and hasn’t had any injuries with his skateboarding

you’re trying to rationalize with yourself that it’s just a stOOpid and pathetic crush to harbor in less than a day and stop thinking about him

the universe must seem to hate aND love you at the same time because well would you look at tHAT

it’s 5 in the afternoon and you have chimmy beside you and you’re walking home

and that’s practically your routine ever since you’ve gotten this job

it would only differ if a situation like last night happens or when you’re too tired to walk home oR when it’s raining

but right now it’s your normal workday, and you’re walking home, and it’s sunny, aND THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU’VE SEEN HIM

this is also the first time that you’ve seen him in such a situation that you didn’t expect :O

the fact that you’ve mayhaps watched kimi no nawa last night with yoongi and perhaps 98 times before that, does not help at all

“you uh, y-you wanna go for a run on the grass, chim??”

there’s this mini field besides the skatepark and chimmy happily jUMPS at the mention of grass :D

aha oh well :D would you look at that :D your dog wants to go run on the grass that’s a couple feet away from the skatepark :D who are you to stop him anyways?? :D

chimmy’s more than happy to comply with your wish and vice versa because he’s having the time of his life clearly

he’s your pawman and the perfect variable so you wouldn’t seem like a third-grader with a helpless crush on anOther third-grader

it seems that hE’S more excited than you though because chimmy runs to the ramp instead of the grass!!!

and in the process he goes UP to greet a guy like he does with you whenever you come home!!! it’s harmless pouncing per se

but it’s not entirely harmless because it feels like chimmy knows EXACTLY what’s in your mind and what he’s doing

“chimmy!!!”

.....

...... of course

chimmy has to of cOurse pounce on him

jungkook wasn’t surely expecting a giant and overly-friendly alaskan malamute to pounce on him right when he was about to drop-in

it’s a pleasant surprise either because it’s-

wait

oh my god

is this yOU?????

listen.,.

jungkook was in the skatepark last night with taehyung and they took advantage of it because they were the only ones there!!

tae surely wasn’t kidding when he said that he was a novice because holy sHIT how was it possible that he sent a skateboard flying mid-air after a failed trick??

kook flinches when he follows it in his line of sight and notices that there’s someone down there who might be literally dECKED out of tae’s stupidity

he’s about to yell for this passer-by to dodge and-

time seems to move quicker because you’re already stopping yourself and flinching in place and then looking up

you’re rIGHT underneath this street lamp and jungkook sighs a breath of relief when he realized that you weren’t hit

but at the same time he’s gasping again because wow

t-that’s uhm-

okay

wHEW he has never felt this pressure in his chest ever since he joined a quizbee in 8th grade

would it be-

ok nevermind

WOULD IT BE TOO FORWARD FOR HIM TO SAY THAT HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU ALREADY

you’re really beautiful??? and frankly he has to look away for a second because you’re tOO beautiful that he doesn’t know what to do with himself

that’s it u are under arrest for being too pretty >:(

jungkook’s flustered because there’s just these types of people that put a knot on his chest unknowingly and he doesn’t know how to act normally

you are the equivalent of him not being able to look at the screen because the kdrama was that good and he feels unworthy to even watch it

it’s goosebumps all over his skin and he’d be lying when he says his cheeks are not heating up at aLL

“taehyung, you dumbass!!”

his first instinct is to scold taehyung because what iF he ended up hurting you with his skateboard, hmm?? and tHEN what

he expected you to leave after that close-call and if everyone must know, jungkook has an incredible talent at being able to scope out things in his peripheral vision

he could look straight ahead and be able to see what you were also doing at the side

he doesn’t know if that’s a talent or uH everyone has it but whatever he can do that!!!

and you were clearly still there and in fact, even sIT down on the bench

he could see you smiling and giggling and a ginormous part of him assumes that it’s because of him

he prays to god that it’s NOT the guy who almost decked you with a skateboard ://

jungkook was acting weird and he kept smiling and laughing mORE than necessary and taehyung can see right through him

“bro all i did was walk towards you wtf are you laughing,,.,”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHHA tae you’re so silly XD”

alrighty then,, maybe jungkook just binge-ate his vitamin gummies which is why he keeps beaming for an unknown reason

koo was so grumpy literally just before he had his skateboard flying and now he’s ???? weird

jungkook was ultimately sad to see you get up and he knows he’s probably never gonna see you again ok alright time to mope

but this

this

he’s beyond surprised to see that said owner of giant dog happens to be yOU!! of all the people!!!!

it’s you!

“i’m so so sorry about him!! he’s just excited to make friends with everyone and i don’t have the sLIGHTEST clue why he came to you!!”

you pointedly look at chimmy and he has the audacity to howl before looking away

it hasn’t dawned on you that you’re talking and apologizing to him but it certainly did on jungkook which is why he’s charmingly laughing already

“no, no. it’s okay, i don’t mind!! his name’s chimmy, then?”

you’re blinking profusely because yes.. right.. HE is talking to you

“yeah, uh, correct!! his name’s chimmy :)”

“that’s cute. anyways, i’m jungkook :)”

aha :D

koo would like to think that he is smooth

and yes you agree

you immediately shake his hand tOO eagerly with a smile on your face as you’re trying to take this all in

“i’m y/n :)”

jungkook’s hand is bigger than yours and your hand fits sNUGLY right into his hold

he has some tattoos on his hands and there’s some peaking from underneath his hoodie

but even with ur lasik vision you cAN’T focus because omg are you seriously holding jungkook’s hand.,.,

jungkook as in THEE jungkook that you’ve immediately clocked and crushed on last night in an instant

your lil moment of just holding each other’s hands is interrupted when taehyung pops out of nOwhere

(( actually he’s been there for the past two minutes and he kept switching between cooing and laughing ))

“yO i’m taehyung!!! you must be y/n, i didn’t nick you last night, did i?”

he takes it upon himself to hug you right then and there

well he’s warm and he passes the internal vibe check yoongi’s hotwired into your brain so you reciprocate!! you like hugs anyway and taehyung’s just like chimmy but in human form

jungkook practically squawks and stammers in his place because w-why.. w-what...... no

chimmy bARKS at taehyung and koo is tempted to do the same too because no man you simply do nOt hug my crush that you know absolutely nothing about

“he’s asking for you.”

kook points to chimmy who’s obviously pouncing on you to come run with him

you excuse yourself so you could go satisfy the giant and jungkook felt like his heart was gonna fall out of his aSS

tae wiggles his eyebrows and has his lips pursed and it’s the shit-eating grin that he immediately flips off as soon as he sees it

“what was that all about?”

you are convinced

you are 100% convinced

your head is fully-set into the game and in no way are you gonna back out

“min yoongi!!”

ah there it is

yoongi’s having the time of his life playing fetch with chimmy! what could possibly be any more important in this world than that

“what did i do now?”

you only call out his full name when a) you’re agitated and when b) he’s ignoring you and you’ve had enough of it

he really doesn’t recall giving you the cold shoulder recently

and he certainly didn’t agitated you when all he’s done is play with chimmy and sleep!!!

“please click this for me pls. click. please. pls click.”

aH yoongi should’ve brought his glasses instead of leaving them on the couch

you’re holding out your laptop to him with your arms outstretched and he has to come really close to decipher and-

... huh

“a skateboard?”

pardon him but he’s really lost on this one ok

he is as lost as he was when walmart decided to completely rearrange the whole store

“... and what do you need a skateboard for? y/n when i said that you should get yourself a four-wheeler, i didn’t mean a skateboard-”

in what part does a skateboard look like an SUV

whY are you like this

“it’s for uh... it’s for fun purposes!!”

you’re trying not to raise any more questions in yoongi’s mind but his head is miles miles away now lol

???? you hate trying new things though ???

one time you traded in your beef ramen for pork ramen because the first one was out of stock and throughout the whole meal you kept thinking how much you regretted it

and besides, skateboarding would be the last thing you’d get into!!!

yoongi distinctly remembers that you’d rather choke on chewing gum rather than get your knees scraped

why was that?? because when your knees get scraped, walking and doing everything else?? impossible

nice try sherlock but the moment you do so much as to not stand up straight?? sIT down?? yeah your knees would give out

what has got to be something so special that you’d wanna get into skateboarding and risk yourself into getting your knees scraped??

....

omg is that what he thinks it is

“... it’s a crush, isn’t it?”

the way you instantly shut him down and practically have to beg him just to press the check out button.,..

aha

yeah yoongi’s gotten his answer alright :D

whatever this is

or whatever that’s going on

you’re sure that you’ve never felt this content for a long time

you now bring a change of clothes so you wouldn’t go skating in your uniform because that just honestly sucks

you may be too tired to walk to the skatepark which is why sometimes you’d book a ride, but no you’re never tOO tired to skate and see jungkook :D

it’s frustrating enough as it is

yoongi used to skate and that’s the reason why you’ve found this shortcut in the first place because this was where the park was!! you’d always think at the back of your head on wHY was yoongi struggling!!!

smh that’s so easy yoongs </3

joke’s on you now though because trying to balance on the board in the first place scared you shitless because hOW were you supposed to do this??

you can ride a bike and that has tWO wheels and this has fOUR bearings!!! how come you can’t balance yourself??

even managing to stand up on the board without panicking for more than ten seconds AND managing to shift from left to right even if it’s albeit shaky at first, took you a wHOLE evening

but you’re so proud of yourself and so is jungkook :D

jungkook finds it the highlight of his night when you’d hold onto him

yes he knOws you have it under control now and you barely hold onto him for support

“just so you won’t fall, that’s all.”

he always evades your eyes when you go look up at him dreamily like that because how could he not???

you’ve covered the basics of pushing yourself then simultaneously riding the skateboard!!

you do that for one WHOLE week and both jungkook and tae (and yoongi) think it’s time that you do something else besides skate in one straight line and occasionally to a left and a right

ok you’re kind of scared shitless because you already fell a couple of times but y’know what?? it’s time!!

society has progressed past the need of you skating in a straight path

the society NEEDS you to do tricks now

.....

........

confession time:

dear diary the kickflip is simply not kicking the board in an attempt to flip it by itself. it is not. it is not as easy as it sounds. it is the bane of my existence

it’s evident that you’re stalling out of your way with this one but you just need oNE success and that’s it!!! one win to woo jungkook from his feet and then you’d stop

tae has already shut you up too because you keep talking about how your day went when you already is set four times before that

and it must’ve been a lucky first time because you absolutely nAIL it on the first try!!!

you honestly thought you’d land square on your ass and see bruises on it later in the shower but N-O!! you’ve done it perfectly and-

jungkook’s not looking

he didn’t see your feat!!

or maybe he didn’t see it because he chosE not to!!!

maybe doing a kickflip is nothing impressive and it’s obvious that he’s a pro at this compared to you who’s even more of a novice that makes taehyung look like a god

you can’t have that :((

ok ok hOW can you impress jungkook

there must be something you could do to impress him!!

omg

that’s it

this is practically perfect!!

you’re gonna do your first drop-in at a pipe that is nowhere gOOD for a beginner like you :D

one, two, th-

“easy, doll.”

jungkook materializes out of nowhere and you expected him to be skating at the far end!! not mere inches away from your face holding your hANDS

this is the first time you’ve seen jungkook actually this close and you just have this urge to kiss his cheek

he has you whipped for him and he hasn’t even done anything to you!!!

“not the best idea to go down an eight-foot tall half-pipe for your first time, hm?”

he scrunches his nose at your absurd thoughts because absolutely wHY would you do that??

how could you fall in love with him even mORE

“do the two-feet tall one first. go have taehyung teach you.”

the grin in your face goes as fast as it came

no offense to taehyung but he’s not the one your head-over-heels for :((

practically everyone knows about your crush on jungkook BESIDES jungkook himself

you’re tapping tae on the shoulder to come and teach you while you just watch kook shred it at the other side of the park by himself

it’s okay!! progress is progress and you’re gonna get far with jungkook!!

going to the skatepark right after work is now your new routine

sometimes you even come with yoongi when he’s free and he takes all his time to gloat on how you used to make fun of him when he was skating avidly back then

that gives you a grand total of three (3) people teaching you how to skate and giving you pointers

jungkook also now holds conversation from time to time :D

he’d ask you how your day went and you’d have to pretend that you didn’t wait for him to ask so you’re not spilling detail after detail

he now does this thing of pinching your cHEEK when you get something right

your heart after doing an ollie goes bEEP when he pinches your cheek and tells you eagerly that you did such a good job

yoongi’s laid off his teasing for you and jungkook but god he can’t deny that he gets these weird vibes from him

eh it’s probably nothing

today you’re especially excited because it was an outfit that you just bought and you feel gREAT in it!!!

tbh your day was the absolute worst but jungkook is always a great pick-me-up to whatever day you could have :)

a tennis skirt with shorts already built underneath is the greatest save of ur life

it’s a little on the more expensive side because it IS a name-brand and those don’t come cheap but it’s ok :D it’s gonna be worth it :D it better be :D

oh uhm

jungkook seems different today.... ?

you were used to him looking intimidating and mad even if he wasn’t, but this time it just felt emphasized even more

taehyung’s here but he’s not the only one!!! there’s two guys with jungkook on the other side of the ramp

“those are his friends, i guess?? i don’t know, he hasn’t introduced them to me.”

so you’re nOT the only one who’s lost

jungkook will probably come around later and you could all hang out again :))

chimmy happily chuffs at your side and that just gives taehyung the most wonderful idea he’s ever had this day

“hEY which one of us do you think could out-skate chimmy???”

jungkook is utterly and without a doubt stressed

he knew that hoseok and namjoon would come over, but he didn’t expect that they’d visit him while he was in the park!!!!

and he already knows what they’re here for and that just makes him grimace :((

“why don’t you want to go pro?”

koo’s ears feel like bleeding when hobi asks him that for the nth time

god it’s always just the sAME question!! he could practically sniff the air on what they’re gonna say next

“jungkook, i think we all know that you’re more than qualified to be a pro!! look at you!!”

it’s the same conversation over and over again

the next things they’d say are that he’s a natural and he’s wasting all his talent doing this thing cASUALLY

he’s not the next tony hawk or anything like that!!! he’s not gonna book a sponsorship and a collaboration with vans!!! but hobi and joon kEEP insisting that he’s that good

“hyung, i think we’ve already talked about this-...”

“yes and you refusE to listen!! why can’t you just accept the fact that you have a much better future in this??”

jungkook’s currently a freelance graphic designer which means he works from home and he’s in charge of his oWN schedule

but it doesn’t necessarily mean that every single day he gets a new commission or anything grand like that

he’s gonna be honest and say that yES he has thought of being a pro skater!! but he’s trying to be as rational as possible about it

because not every competition would be a win and not competitions don’t happen as frequent as a typical job is!!

and what iF jungkook gets injured?? something of an injury that would lay him off from skating

and being unable to skate??? = he basically gets nOTHING

he feels pressures because hobi and joon are pro skaters already!! and that gives them all the more reason to make jungkook into one

not to flex but uh they’re both quite already kNOWN

and jungkook hasn’t even started his pro career but he’s already known!!! both by his skills and the fact that he’s friends with these two champions

“i literally do not care if you beat me!! just come take the leap and be a pRO already, jungkook!!! it’s a loss as it is that you still consider yourself an amateur.”

their words, not his

ok uhm what if

what if jungkook opens a skate clinic?? he can do what he loves and in the same time, earn money!!

... yeah

okay!

that could work!! and if he feels extra prepared, then yeah maybe he’d be a pro

or would a skate clinic be useless if he isn’t a pro by then???

oh my god

jungkook’s so frustrated with all this sudden bombarding and it makes him want to tug at his hair

as much as he loves his hyungs, sometimes they just can’t seem to know when to back oFF and realize that their nudging is more like shoving

“do something productive and worth your time, jungkook. stop babysitting.”

namjoon says with an edge and that tames jungkook

what makes it worse was what they were implying in the first place

hoseok doesn’t make it discreet to look at taehyung and you

“tae, tae, look!! i’m doing it, i’m doing it!!”

you’re saying over your shoulder because omg you’re getting the lead and chimmy’s slowed down for some reason

well actually taehyung’s took it upon himself to stop behind you

“guys?”

you get an immediate answer when you feel someone effectively hALT you still and you almost fall on your ass just by the sheer strength of someone holding you up

jungkook’s holding you down and his hands are quite heAVy on your arms

there’s this unexplainable look on his face but you’re positive that it’s not one of happiness

“you should probably stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing.”

to be honest you’re unsure of how to react

but the way that jungkook looks like he’s mad at you and retreats back to those two guys with a scoff in his step --

it’s enough

it’s truly enough for you to reevaluate every decision you’ve ever made

maybe it’s simply not just a bad day for you and a case of overthinking thigs,, and it’s perhaps the fact that he want you to stop

stop whatever that is happening

you probably must be frozen in place because chimmy bounds and pounces at you

you probably must’ve looked like an utter fool,, skating in a tennis skirt and trying to outrace a damn dog in a fucking skatepark,, right in front of jungkook and his friends

“y/n, you uh, y’okay?”

tae’s worried because there’s an instant shift to your mood and he could only assume what you were feeling

tears prick at the back of your eyes and that’s the signal for you to gather your things in a flash because the last thing you’d want is to cRY in front of him

“y-yeah! i’m gonna go home, tae. chimmy’s looking for yoongi.”

the dog in question tilts his head because w hat now,,,.,., wha t,.,. he is???

you learned that dogs could smell emotions and that makes you even sadder

chimmy was behaved the whole time; didn’t even try straying you around when he keeps seeing umbrellas on the street even if he loves them

you’re okay

you should be okay

....

there’s something definitely off

yoongi’s cleaned everything and did his share of chores

the tv is still mounted and the microwave’s clean!!

chimmy didn’t have a toilet accident because if he did, he would’ve already picked it up

there’s definitely something off with yOU

because first of all, why are you here???

“not coming to the park?”

if he can recall correctly, no matter how knackered you were after work, you’d still go to the skatepark!!

... not unless you were injured??

nah because if you were injured then you’d be whining to him now

“nope :)”

you’re lying on the couch where he usually lies nowadays because you weren’t around!!

and you’re drinking from your mug that he’s claimed as his mug

and chimmy’s squished in between the tiny gap of you and the far edge of the couch

“and why?”

he’s always had answers for everything but his mind’s bLANK for this

“wanna spend time with you guys :)”

okay

that’s gotta be the answer, right???

this is definitely weird

for starters, it’s already 11 PM and jungkook’s still in the skatepark and he’s not even skating anymore

he’s just waiting

weird... you aren’t here.......

aH it’s nothing :D you’re probably just tired and didn’t want to go skate

oh and.. you’re not here the next day

or the next

or the nEXT

jungkook spends almost the entirety of his time in the park

he goes there at 3 in the afternoon and comes home at 11 in the evening

no big deal

half of the time is just spent him actually skating and the other is figuring out wHERE you are

uh maybe you’ve started to take ubers now every time you come home??

you’re not walking home anymore and the car would pass by the skatepark and jungkook wouldn’t have a single clue where you are

it’s also this time that it dawns on him that he has no means whatsoever to contact you

he didn’t ask for your number and didn’t exchange socials so he could only gUESS

he can’t come over to your apartment either because he hasn’t walked you home and therefore he wouldn’t know your address

holy shit he’s so dumb and jungkook misses you a lot

like a whole whole lot

he misses you holding onto his shoulders for support and misses your excited grin whenever you nail a trick and had a perfect run

there’s nothing that jungkook could dO besides wait

and miss you so much

and mope

kook doesn’t want to give up and miss a day because what iF you pass by when he’s not there???

he can’t have that and he wON’t have that

he’s just so antsy and he hasn’t had his fix of chimmy bounding towards him and the malamute intentionally pouncing on him whenever he’d drop-in so he could lose his balance

he just needs to see you and your duffel bag and the precious yet beat-up wristwatch you have and-

WAIT

THAT’S YOU!!!

jungkook’s brought his perfume the past few days because he wouldn’t want to be aND smell sweaty when he sees you again

he’s wearing a shirt this time and nOT a hoodie and it’s actually a nice shirt!! the pale orange makes his tattoos pop

he’s also wearing a watch so he could look business-ish and composed and he kinda hATES watches because uhhhh you ever heard of a phone, buddy??

you’re walking striaght and paying no mind at all and to your surrounding and-

there’s suddenly this cRASH in front of you and it makes you recall in response because that came out of nowhere

... and this feels oddly familiar

only this time though, it’s intentional and it’s jungkook who literally tHREW his skateboard down on the spot in front of you

“y/n? wow, what a coincidence!”

you didn’t expect to see jungkook as soOn as you anticipated that he wouldn’t be here

he laughs nervously and he tries not to overanalyze the fact that your face is blank

“yup. totally.”

you’re avoiding his gaze and meanwhile he’s searching desperately for yours

what is he feeling and why is it hurt and longing at the same time

“can i walk you home?”

the words tumble out of his mouth before he could even ponder over them longer

“i uh, i rEALLY can’t believe i never asked to walk you home!! or even ask for your number!!! but uHhhh it’s late at night and to be honest i don’t have your number and i just need to know that you’re safe and-”

he stops his rambling right there because he realizes that he’s a stuttering nervous mess

you’re a bit speechless because normally you’re the chatty one but this one.,.,,. this one’s a pleasant surprise

“yeah, yeah. okay :)”

he can’t believe either that you agreed to it but he’s immediately gathering himself and swoops your duffel for him to hold

he’s not gonna entertain a single complaint <3

it’s not exactly the most tensioned silence ever but it’s definitely nOT comfortable

“why didn’t you come to the park?”

okay well sHIT you didn’t expect him to be this straightforward

wait no

you shouldn’t be surprised!! after all, he probably did mean what he said the last time you’ve seen him

what are u gonna say now

well you coulD say that you’re busy and he’d probably fall for it!!

or reiterate the truth that he’s implied and say it with a straight face

“oh. i started intentionally falling on my ass because i missed you,” jungkook spills out of nowhere while waiting for your answer and he now realizes that might’ve been a little awkward

after all he dID admit that he missed you

ahem

“did i uhm... did i say something?”

he rephrases his question and he knows that this was the more appropriate one

your coping mechanism is to kick on the ground as if there were leaves and there are absolutely nO leaves <3

“jungkook, you told me to stop.”

he blinks rapidly at that as he tries to digest your words

he’s trying to backtrack as much as possible and it wasn’t that!!

he simply doesn’t wanna see you hurt

“i can’t explain it but holy shiT i can’t see you hurt!! a-and i know that being hurt in skating is normal but for sOME reason i can’t stand it when i see you in pain o-or-...”

jungkook just can’t explaiN what he feels

“i just -- i just don’t gEt why you’d want to be hurt?? whY are you doing this to yourself??”

you find him ridiculous and this whole situation is just rIDICULOUS

“jesus christ jungkook i did it to try and impress a guy!!”

that earns you a snort and you immediately go defensive

he seems irked and his eyes are just beGGING to be rolled

“who?? taehyung?? the guy who would’ve wiped you out if he did end up hitting you on the head with the deck just a little harder??”

“what? taehyung???” you’re so confused and jungkook hates it even more, “yeah, taehyung!!”

“i like you, jungkook!”

o-oh

uhm

a.....ha

“me?”

he points to himself to which you eagerly nod your head to

“can you excuse me for one second?”

he barely gives you the time to respond because he’s already walking away and biting his arm

he’s actually sCREAMING

you throw your head back because omg did the two of you just basically admit that you liked each other

jungkook jogs back to where you stand a presses a hefty kISS right on your cheek

he’s on too much of a high that he holds your hand and practically drags you along with him because he’s almost skIPPING from how happy he is

“okay. good. nice. very good!!!” he could now sigh in relief because whEW that robbed him off his breath

“because i fell for you when i first saw you.”

jungkook basically has nO filter now and it’s adorable because god he’s just so soft and you now know what’s going and this wouldn’t be just whatever

“huh. imagine if yOU fell for me too at the same time,,,, that would make me piss my pants.”

he cackles because wow he dO be funny :D

he’s turning to look at you to gauge at your reaction and the waY that you’re holding your eye contact with him is all-telling for your answer

oh my god

jungkook is wrapped around your pinky :’)

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hisan-miren · 3 years ago

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The First Date Pt 3

The two ate their meal in relative silence- although Mina did see fit to steal one of his sweet potatoes and quickly snatched it up before he could do anything. He stared at her for a few seconds, completely flabbergasted (which was a hilarious look on him) before he snatched up her umeboshi (since she’d eaten all of her tempura.) It quickly devolved into the two trying to steal even more of each other’s food and general tomfoolery and laughter after that. They made sure to pick up anything they dropped or spilled in the chaos, knowing full well that Raios’ mother would thoroughly chew them out if they didn’t. When the food (and cleanup) was finished, Raios loaded their tableware back on the tray to be taken away later, and the two moved to sit out on the walkway facing the garden.

“So, what comes after this?” Raios asked, half-grumbling.

“Well, I think it generally goes that you propose, I accept, and then we get married and live happily ever after,” Mina replied.

“I didn’t mean our relationship, you idiot!” Raios snapped, his face turning bright red. “I meant this date! I’m not exactly a fountain of knowledge when it comes to this!”

“Well-…” Mina flopped over on her side, laying across Raios’ lap and causing him to panic very briefly, “we could always go to your roo-”

“Rejected,” Raios spat, a cold and angry demeanor taking back over. “What is with you and my room anyways? If you try to recommend it one more time, I’m seriously going to smack you.”

“Got it. Won’t do it again,” she replied, a bit shocked by how genuinely angry he seemed to be at the mere idea of it. Shocked, but not perturbed. She’d try again next time.

“Pick something else.” He still seemed pretty pissed, but his tone had lost a bit of its edge.

“… Isn’t this fine?”

“Huh?”

“Being like this,” she replied, motioning to their position. “Or did you want to the one using my lap?” she teased.

“Hu- wh- No! That’s not what I meant at all!” Raios spluttered, cheeks turning dark again. “And this isn’t what I meant! Aren’t people supposed to do things?!”

“This is doing something though,” Mina replied calmly. “And I am plenty satisfied to just stay like this and chat for a few hours.”

“My legs will fall asleep,” Raios complained.

“Then we can switch! In an hour you can use my lap.”

“Somehow I get the sense that this isn’t exactly what usually happens on a first date.”

“Well yeah,” Mina replied. “Usually, the boyfriend isn’t grounded. We made the most of what we could, and it was fine. I mean, we’re not breaking any records, but I don’t want to set our relationship to the pace of others’.” Mina made herself comfortable again on his lap and stared up at him, starting yet another staring contest. She was content to keep going too until Raios eventually sighed and leaned over. She was so confused about what was going on that she didn’t realize what had happened until the sensation left her lips. She just stared up at him wide-eyed and quietly covered her mouth. There was a silence and then she raised a finger. “One more time.”

“Huh?”

“Do it again. I wasn’t ready.”

“No,” he replied, seeming pretty adamant this time.

“Oh come on!” She covered her face as she felt her cheeks start to actually physically burn. She kicked her feet against the wood floor and started to roll around in Raios’ lap, trying to remember not to let herself fall. “Just one more! Come on, please?!”

“I know you, it definitely won’t be ‘just one more’,” Raios replied flatly.

“You’re so mean!” Mina whined.

“Yup, I’m mean, horrible, awful- feel free to call me all the names you want, you’re not getting another one.” Mina gave one last futile, dying groan of disappointment and laid flat on Raios’ lap again.

“I didn’t think you’d do it.”

“You underestimated me.”

“Clearly.” Raios watched, slightly amused, as her face began to turn red again and she quickly tried to re-cover her face. “Ughhhhh… Let’s just end it here for today. I don’t think I can function after that.”

“You sure?”

“Not at all, but I think I’m going to be completely useless the rest of the day. Also my self-control just went in the garbage.”

“Huh?! Your self-control?!” Raios asked.

“I’m gonna die. I’m legitimately going to die.”

“You’re not gonna die from a kiss,” Raios ground out.

“I am so gonna die.”

“I didn’t realize you were such a drama queen.”

“And I didn’t realize you were such a tease!”

“Well there’s a lot more where that came from,” he replied, grinning smugly. She looked up at him only to cover her face again.

“Okay, now I’m gonna die.”

“I’m not playing this game.”

“GREAT! Because I’m already losing!” Raios just sighed and leaned back while his girlfriend silently freaked out in his lap. “Ugh… It should be illegal to be that hot…” Mina grumbled to herself.

“I’d be a lot more legal if you took off your rose-tinted glasses.”

“No thanks, I’m happy where they are.”

“You are just-…” Raios gave a sigh that was somewhere between ‘annoyed’ and ‘exasperated’.

“I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘incorrigible’,” Mina replied cheekily.

“That’s definitely the word I was looking for.”

“Ready to switch yet?”

“We’re not switching,” Raios replied flatly. “You’ll just use it to kiss me.”

“You saw through it…” Mina grumbled, clicking her tongue and crossing her arms in irritation. “Then at least give me your hand. That’s the least you can do.” She huffed and pouted until Raios eventually felt he had no other recourse but to give into her demands. He sighed and picked one of his hands off the wooden floor and offered it to her. Mina’s demeanor immediately turned from sullen and dour to gleeful and bright. Her two smaller hands immediately latched on, and her cheek quickly found its way into her palm.

“What in reverse world is so fun about this?” Raios grumbled. Mina’s thought process was completely beyond him most of the time, but he found this sort of behavior especially weird. It wasn’t like this was the first time. She’d done stuff like this to flirt with him even before they started going out, but he didn’t really understand this need for closeness she seemed to have. He understood wanting to hold hands and be close, but hers seemed to border on outright cuddling. He didn’t mind, but he didn’t quite get it either. They sat in silence like that for a while; she spent time feeling out the callouses on his fingers and tracing the wrinkled creases of his palm like she was trying to memorize every inch of it. A while passed like that without speaking, and eventually Mina sat up and chose to latch herself to Raios’ arm instead. “I’ve been meaning to ask for a bit, but you’re the type that likes cuddling, aren’t you?”

“If I say ‘yes’, can we cuddle?” she asked hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” Raios replied flatly. “What if one of my family walked by? We’re in the garden. At least pretend to have a bit of shame.”

“But if we weren’t somewhere with other people around?” she asked, eyes glinting with mischief.

“…I’d think about it…” he replied quietly.

“Alright!” Mina cheered, pumping her fist.

“I didn’t say ‘yes’!” Raios snapped, a bit flustered.

“It’s just as good,” Mina replied.

They sat there and chatted for a while longer, continuing their game of pushing and pulling every now and then until the sun was halfway to the horizon. Raios looked up and judged that it was probably around 5:00pm. Mina probably had to get home soon.

“Come on, get up,” Raios said, shrugging the arm that she was still very much latched onto.

“Don’t wanna,” Mina pouted.

“Get up,” Raios ground out. “I gotta take you home.”

“I thought you were grounded,” Mina replied skeptically.

“You honestly think the old hag would allow me to not walk you home?”

“… Fair point.” Mina reluctantly released him and stood up to stretch. “We can work out the details of our next date on the way. I wonder where we should go~”

“Ever the opportunist,” Raios sighed, slowly getting up and working the pins and needles out. The couple made their way over to the entryway, making sure to stop by the kitchen where Raios’ mother would be. He popped his head in and got his mother’s attention. She put down the dish she was using to taste the soup, a little surprised that her son had come to find her.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“I’m taking Mina home,” Raios said.

“You know you can’t leave the house, correct?”

“You would really have me not accompany her to ensure she gets home safely?” Raios growled. Mina was a force of nature. No one messed with her if they were trying to have a good and decent day. But it was the principle of the matter. Mrs. Minori’s placid face slowly morphed into a sly smile, and she turned back to the soup in front of her.

“If you’re not back in 30 minutes, I’m sending your sister after you.”

“I’ll come right back,” he replied quickly. That was the last thing he wanted. His sister would interrogate him the entire way back and drive him insane. Dinner was already going to be bad enough, he didn’t need it to happen without the distraction of food (and he was sure their parents would conveniently ignore her jabs in an attempt to satiate their own curiosity.)

“D’you get permission?” Mina asked.

“Yup, but I gotta be kinda quick otherwise aneki will be sent for me. Being alone with her would be the most obnoxious thing in the world.”

“I’m not envious.”

“Must be nice being an only child.” Mina just shrugged and started slipping her geta on. Raios quickly followed, suit and the two left to go to her place.

“So, where should we go next time?” Mina asked.

“A date on the mainland is a bit hard since it’d take most of the day to get there,” Raios mused, “but we might be able to get on a ferry to one of the nearby islands that has more to do.” He looked over to find Mina pouting which completely bewildered him. “What? Why are you making that face?”

“Those’re fine ‘n all, but I want something quieter,” she grumbled.

“So what, you just wanna hang out on the beach on the quiet side of the island or something?” Her eyes lit up, and Raios once again came to the conclusion that there was no understanding his girlfriend. He sighed in resignation. “I guess that’s what we’ll be doing then.” Mina clapped her hands and giggled in glee before once again latching onto his arm. Raios didn’t even bother trying to get her off this time. If someone saw them, then they saw them.

It didn’t take long to arrive at Mina’s house, even with the awkward way she was hanging off him, and Raios stopped at the door.

“Alright, let go. It’s time for you to go home.” Mina grumbled under her breath and stubbornly clung to his sleeve. “Come on, I’ll see you on Monday.”

“It’s too long…”

“It’s the day after tomorrow!” Raios snapped.

“I wish we could just skip to being married already,” Mina pouted, moving to grip the collar of his yukata.

“That’s gonna be a bit,” Raios replied, feeling a bit sheepish. “We’re not even old enough.” Mina pouted, feeling disheartened when faced with the truth. “Quit that. You’re being ridiculous. At least consider for a moment the idea that you may be happier with someone else.”

“Not happening,” Mina growled at him. “It’s definitely gotta be you.” Then, Mina violently tugged on him pulling him downwards and caught him completely off guard. The one Raios had given her had been soft and fleeting. One of his many ways of gently telling her he loved her and appreciated her. The kiss Mina gave Raios was longer and firmer, and she didn’t even give him a chance to try and lead it. When she finally let go of him, he covered his mouth with his arm and stumbled back, a violent blush covering his entire face and creeping down his neck. Mina was almost sure she saw steam coming out of his ears too.

“YOU-!!” Mina just flashed him a smug smile and stuck her tongue out at him.

“See you Monday~” Mina said, waving to him as she went inside, feeling like she’d set off a whole warehouse’s worth of fireworks.

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op-peccatori · 5 years ago

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a little gift | MLQC Lucien (nsfw)

Happy Birthday, Lucien! a tad later than planned, but here’s the promised birthday sex from my invitation XD Let me know what you think!

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Reader/Lucien

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 5200

Summary: It’s Lucien’s birthday and you’ve got a wonderful trip planned for him – along with an extra gift he isn’t expecting.

Warnings: explicit sex (vaginal & anal), mild masturbation, birthday sex, sex toys, established relationship

author fact: I spent so much time sitting in one place as I wrote this that my butt too, was aching by the end of it. this is the first time I’ve ever written anything involving butts, so please let me know if it’s...right?

a/n: im gonna have to come edit this once i get some sleep. i forgot how to spell laugh.

A bite of cake and a sip of wine, with a familiar warmth nestled into his side: Lucien is dangerously content.

Not for the first time, he thinks he will never give this up for anything in the world. He could never let go of the little surges of happiness brought on by the girl holding a forkful of cake up to his lips, and not the deep love flowing in his veins, keeping him alive.

The second photo album you've ever given him rests beside the cake. The second roll. A collection of your memories.

He can’t help the way he sneaks a kiss, helpless against your smiles, the way they curve your lips up even as they’re pressed to his. It makes him shudder when he feels your tongue flick against his lip, to tempt and to taste. He’s glad for the booth they’re hidden away in, that gives them enough privacy for him to lose himself for a moment. He lets the greed slip past, eager to take whatever you give it. Before the time comes when you might not get a chance.

He suppresses the heartache at the thought. There's no telling what the future holds. Danger still lurks in shadowed corners, and it's taught him fear. Not for himself, but for the one who holds his very being in her hands.

“You had some frosting there,” you murmur when you pull away, smile coy and eyes bright, fingers tracing a gentle path along his thigh. Never stepping a foot over the line, just toying with it. He wants to step over it with you, to fall over it, to fall into bed and wherever else you can and to taste you, the sweetest dessert, his lovely girl who just wants to give him a special birthday.

And you will, once you go away tomorrow, for the weekend. He remembers the way your face fell when he told you he has important meetings he can’t skip on the day of his birthday; it was subtle, but there is nothing he can miss when it comes to you. You both had to be content with brunch for today, as he would only get home at a late hour.

“Is it going to be a tiring day for you?” you had asked, concern hiding a hint of something he can't quite identify. It would be just like you to wait up, to give him a goodnight kiss – you do it often since you haven’t had much time to yourselves for weeks.

“Well, no. I’ll have to sit through a few meetings, review some of my colleagues’ work, but nothing too exhausting,” he had assured you. You haven’t mentioned anything about meeting him when he comes back, but he’s always had endless patience for you and your adorable tricks. He watches you as you eat carefully measured bites of cake, eyes lingering on the way you lick your lips, satisfied with the sugar and his company. He has never felt more thankful for birthdays when you let him feed you small bites with little protest and an endearing blush. It makes him think, makes him want to test boundaries. But he refuses to risk hurting you for the sake of his depraved curiosity. The time to part ways arrives all too soon, and your smile dims a little; for a moment, he seriously considers quitting his job.

“I can barely wait till tomorrow,” you mumble, arms would tight around his waist and forehead pressed into his chest. You stand outside the restaurant, packed cake in hand, waiting for the bus after you declined his offer to drop you home. He nuzzles the crown of your head, breathing in the faint scent of your favourite shampoo, closing his eyes in the face of your affection. “I want you all to myself.”

Your words feel warm on his skin. “Me neither, darling. And you will. What time is the flight?”

“8 am,” you answer, and again he senses something...off. Perhaps it’s the prospect of having to get up at 6 in the morning? You're not much of an early bird unless you're coaxed out of bed by the scent of breakfast. He still remembers the first time he stayed over vividly, and not just because of how soundly he slept next to you. You had to get up earlier than usual, for a meeting, and any ideas he'd had about a chirpy morning bird were shattered by the sight of your grumpy expression. It's a memory he likes to revisit when he's feeling dull; he had slipped into unexpected laughter, and you threw a pillow at him. Then he cuddled you until all thoughts of rage-texting Victor faded.

“Want me to come wake you up?” he asks after the brief jaunt down memory lane. He doesn’t bother trying to sound innocent; they both know if he wakes you up, it’ll be with his head between your legs. No danger of a grumpy ___ then.

“...I’d like that,” you agree readily, smiling up at him. "I'm sure I'll need it. I've been so tired these days..." There's little sign of the shy desire that usually clouds your eyes when he suggests something so improper in public, even though he keeps his voice low. He would be hurt, but instead, there’s a shiver of anticipation running along his spine as you brush your lips against his, dancing away when he leans in. "Happy Birthday, Lu."

Just what is his little butterfly up to?

The question sits in the back of his mind throughout the day, through each file he reads and every person presenting their research. He doesn’t exactly know where you’re taking him, but he has a few guesses, as you had insisted on packing not only his warmer jackets and thicker shoes, but also his swimming trunks. His thoughts race through ideas, drifting back to last month when he accidentally saw you scrolling through a cute little lingerie website.

'Oh.'

As he flips through the photos you took such care to preserve, he thinks that it's okay that he sees through most of your surprises. It doesn't lessen the delight they bring. He's eager to see what you picked out, what could have caught your fancy, and he hopes he gets to see it tomorrow.

It will take him some time to admit it, but he didn’t expect what he really found waiting for him in his apartment.

You look down at your collection, of new and old, with excitement curling along your mouth and a glass of water in hand. There’s some regret, for eating cake so early in the day when you have plans, but it's not like you could have skipped Lucien's birthday cake. Or even cake in general. You resisted where you could, and you think it'll be fine. You take a moment to fantasize about the sinful dessert sitting in your refrigerator before you get to work. It's 4:00 pm, which gives you plenty of time to work, but there's much to be done.

You're trying really hard to refrain from calling Lucien. Your boyfriend's been getting melancholic again, and you've come up with just the thing to distract him on his birthday.

You shower thoroughly, shave your legs with care, scanning them in the mirror to make sure you haven't missed a spot, applying sweet-scented lotion liberally across the skin. Painful flashbacks of the Brazilian you got for today have you wincing, but you've been determined to live up to the image you painted in your head. Willow, who'd gone to get one too, treated you to ice-cream afterwards, saying it's a must after the first one. After some deliberation, you paint your nails a pearly white and decide to take a nap before you get to blow-drying your hair.

It's 6:00 by the time you scramble out of bed, fixing yourself a light dinner and texting Lucien to make sure he's eaten.

[6:03] Lu: Don't worry. Professor Collins ordered enough for the building. I suspect he feels some guilt for calling me in today.

[6:04] Y/n: I knew there was a reason I liked him! Btw, what time do you think you'll be home?

[6:06] Lu: I'll try to make it home by 12. Don't worry, I'll get up on time ;)

Mouth pursing at the reminder of his horrendous sleeping habits, you go back to your soup with a restless heart. The clock's ticking, and you're quick to finish washing the dishes, finish some last minute packing, and when there's no chore left to do, you head for your bedroom. You connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, settling on an upbeat song while you plug in the hairdryer. As you divide your hair into sections, you're nearly giddy with excitement. As far as you could observe, Lucien has no idea what you've got planned, and you're quite proud to have slipped this past him.

You put the device down once each strand of hair is smooth and shiny, warm to the touch. And then you undress, until you're completely bare, running your fingers over lace, giddiness giving way to trepidation.

You're thankful there's a video on the website because there's no way you could've put on the set by yourself.

As you tighten the garter belts around your thighs and adjust the lace collar, peering at your reflection in the mirror as you put on simple pearl studs, you decide that it's fine that it's not the most comfortable thing you've ever worn, because you look really good. And you think Lucien will like it. Especially the very convenient holes in the cloth.

You don’t bother to put on much makeup, keeping it simple with waterproof mascara and lip balm.

You wrap yourself in a simple robe as you hurry to the living room, picking out a pair of black handcuffs, a toy you've only used a few times, all in preparation for today, and a bottle of lube. You put them in a bag along with a towel, a pack of wet wipes and grab your phone. It's 11:30, and you have a text from Lucien saying that he'll be done soon. You put on your flats and exit your apartment quickly, letting it shut behind you as you run over to his front door, tapping in his security code with ease. Before you enter, you pull out a thick white ribbon from your bag, tying it around the handle of the door.

As you slip off your shoes, you realize it's quite strange to be in Lucien's apartment without him there. The lights are off, the curtains drawn to keep the moonlight out. In the past, he's left you dozing in his bed if he has to go to work earlier, but you've never entered the place in his absence. There's no time to ponder the peculiarities of the situation, and you head to his bedroom, your steps timid as if to avoid waking up something slumbering in the shadows.

As you open the door, you peek through the slight crack even though you know he isn't home, stepping in once you're sure it's empty and letting the door close behind you with a click. You're more than familiar with his home, but something in you shies away from invading his privacy. If he knew you were thinking this after several months of dating, he would call you a silly. And get you to stay over more often.

With a resolute nod, you move towards the bed, turning on the lamp next to it. You take out the towel first, spreading it out over his clean sheets and taking a seat on it. You pull up a pillow behind you as you lean back against the headboard, slipping your robe off and folding it, putting it in the bag. You take out your tools, spreading them out in front of you, unsure how to go about this.

The scent of him is subtle, but it's very much present. It soothes your nerves, and the thought of his reaction to your presence gives you strength as you relax your shoulders. You close your eyes, resting them and your mind for a moment, acknowledging the nervousness. Whatever he might be expecting, it's certainly not this, and you can't hold back a smile at that.

You enjoy catching him off-guard.

Your fingers brush lightly over the side of your neck, across your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, thinking about the way he likes to explore your skin with his mouth. As you toy with your breasts, you think about how he likes to start slow, never rushing, always taking his time to draw your pleasure out. He's the biggest tease you've ever met, and you can barely keep up with the games he likes to play, but it's always worth it – he ensures it. He likes to draw out your pleasure, to take it for himself, more and more until you beg for respite.

As you begin circling your clit lightly, you think about the time you tried to wake him up and it resulted in you positioned over him, riding his face as he devoured every drop of pleasure you had in you. How tightly he'd held on to your thighs, refusing to let you move away as he ate you out with only greed and gluttony driving his mouth. When your fingers are glistening and your cheeks are flushed, you leave it there and move to the next step.

Sitting up, you reach for the bottle of lube, pouring it generously, making sure your index finger is coated well before you turn your focus to the entrance above your sex. You’re on your back now, the soft cotton of the pillow warm from your body heat; your knees are pushed up, your arm reaching down between them. The slight trepidation you had felt the first time, at the feel of your finger dipping into the tightness is all but gone now, leaving behind slightly shaky confidence.

This is something Lucien has wanted to try for a while, but he hasn’t been too direct about it. He’s never gone beyond sliding in a finger, usually, while he’s fucking you, and you decided introducing it on this special day would be perfect. It was a good idea to try it on your own first, to see if it's something you would like, and ease into it. Still, you know Lucien's going to be at least a little difficult about it since you've kept this from him for nearly a month.

You're liberal with the lube as you prepare yourself, adding another finger once you’ve adjusted to the first and you slide them in and out steadily, pressing where it feels pleasing. The flash of your phone distracts you, and you rise onto one elbow to see it's a text from Lucien.

[11:35] Lu: I'll be home in 30 :)

'He's being strangely cooperative,' you think absently. Once you’ve deemed yourself ready, you pluck out a wet wipe, wiping your hands carefully before reaching for the sleek toy and the bottle of lube. You coat it thoroughly before circling the tip around your entrance, then pushing it in slightly. You try to remain patient as you slide it in slowly, being gentle with your body, letting your tight heat adjust to the plug.

You have about ten minutes by the time you’ve pushed it in as far as it can go, it’s round ring nestled between your cheeks; you lie there for a minute, breathing heavily, your walls clenching and fluttering. But you're satisfied with the familiarity of it, confident that your idea will be executed smoothly. Your walk to the bathroom is slow, and as you wash your hands you pray he doesn’t get here before you position yourself. Hurrying back into the room, you put everything except for the lube and the handcuffs back in the bag, leaving the bottle on the side table along with your phone once you’ve switched it off, hoping that Lucien will think you're asleep, in case he calls.

And then you try to figure out how he should find you.

This, like everything else, took a lot of thought. Initially, you thought you could just lounge on your front, letting him think you're asleep. But, now is not the time to be lazy. This is the time to make your boyfriend snap and bury himself inside you so deeply he forgets everything else, if just for today. And, preferably, the next three days.

And so you crawl onto the bed, letting your head and chest rest on the firm surface, leaving your rear in the air, presented with absolutely no subtlety. You struggle a little with the handcuffs, but manage to get them on safely, without pulling any muscles. Your arms are stretched over your head, it feels ridiculous, and you’re still giggling into the sheets when you hear the front door open.

‘The things I do for love.’

You try not to squirm when the bedroom door doesn’t fly open immediately. Knowing the man, he’s probably scanning his living room. Taking his sweet time, knowing you’re in here waiting for him.

‘This position is very uncomfortable when Lucien’s not there to distract me,’ you muse to yourself, trying to adjust your head comfortably. As if on cue, the door opens.

You don’t even try to look at him. It won’t be possible, and it’ll only happen when he wants it to - you’ve ensured that by leaving the key on the table. Your heartbeat quickens as you strain your ears, jolting when you hear the door shut. Your back tenses as you pick up on the subtle sounds of him breathing, of light footsteps, of cloth rustling. You wonder what he thinks of the ring standing out between your cheeks, framed by delicate lace, and hope you don’t have to wait too long to find out.

The bed dips as he takes a seat, and your heart races like a mouse, cornered and trapped, waiting for the cat's paw to fall on it. And then he speaks.

“I have to admit, I was quite disappointed when I didn’t see you outside,” he says casually. The hoarseness in his voice belies his nonchalant attitude, as does the way he clears his throat. You can hear the smile in his tone. You’re thankful he can’t see your face because you’re certain your wide grin would look out of place right now.

“Are you still disappointed?” Your words are nearly a whisper, hushed and eager. You know he hears them when they prompt him to plant quick kisses across the plump flesh of your rear, a finger trailing across the ring keeping your plug from slipping in.

“Darling,” he begins, his hands sweeping over your body, feeling the flimsy cloth, tugging at the garter. His touch is delicate, not meant to arouse, but you shiver from it anyway. “I don’t think I could be further from disappointment if I tried. But…”

His hand dips down between your legs, fingers pressing into your slit. You bite back a whimper, surprised that you’re this sensitive. He seems to realise it too, pushing the slender digits in, meeting little to no resistance. Your walls squeeze down, palpitating around it, and you push back immediately.

“...but, I think I could do with a cup of tea, first. You don’t mind, do you? It was a long day.” A kiss on the back of your head and he’s gone, walking out of the room to get his tea, whistling obnoxiously. You're left staring at pristine sheets, unable to process his abrupt departure and your absolute helplessness in the face of it.

“Lucien!” you cry out, heart beating desperately. There's no space for shame here. “Lucien, please!” There’s no response. But you didn’t expect this to be easy in the first place. “Fuck.”

And it doesn’t get better. Lucien walks in with a cup of his favourite, steaming beverage, and just stands there at the foot of the bed, sipping it and making casual remarks like he's in a museum.

“I have to say, you’ve done a wonderful job. Did you buy this set for today?” He toys with the lace on your waist and the straps digging into your skin, his hand sliding up your back as he walks around to stand next to the bed. He, very pointedly, doesn’t mention the new toy.

You lift your head slightly, tilting it enough to get a good look at him before you nod. He’s in a skintight turtleneck, slim fit pants, but the dark of his clothes can’t compare to the one in his eyes. The ribbon you left at his door lies next to you. You don't miss the slight bulge at his crotch. He smiles at the sight of your teary eyes, glaring up at him even as you tremble.

“I guess you don’t like your surprise,” you mumble, trying to fight the pout forming on your lips. The curve of his lips fades as he blinks in surprise before sitting down next to you.

“Sweetheart, no,” he coos, placing his empty cup on the table. He leans in to kiss you on the cheek. “This is...I don’t think I have the words to describe what I felt when I walked in to see you spread out for me.”

“Was it good?” you ask softly, trying not to sound smug. You know it was good. You look like you're begging to be fucked – which you are. He chuckles at the cockiness slipping through cracks of faux sincerity.

“I don’t know how to describe it,” he repeats. He strokes your hair gently, pulling it away from your face. “Shall I show you instead?”

“Yes. Please.”

He moves towards the foot of the bed until he kneels behind you, facing your ass, his warm palms a soothing balm to your starved flesh. He caresses your skin gently, squeezing it a few times before you feel his breath on your sex. The first swipe of his tongue feels like it could ruin you, and the feeling only increases as he continues to lick into you.

“You’ve got yourself all wet for me, haven’t you? You’re such a good girl.” The first snack of his palm against your ass is unexpected; the second stings terribly and the third painfully welcome. After the seventh one, he pauses to press his mouth to your swollen entrance again, and you’re so wet you can hear the sound of him lapping at you. “But my good girl has been keeping secrets.”

“I-I wanted to surprise you!” you protest, arching your back further, trying to urge him to move faster. He hums against your slick flesh, his mouth enveloping your swollen clit a second later. It only takes a few sucking motions for you to come with quaking walls and limbs, sobbing in relief at the surprising show of mercy.

“I know you did. You’ve worked so hard to give me this,” he murmurs, curling a finger around the ring resting between cheeks that flaming red. And then you cry out again when the slender object is pulled out halfway before it’s slid back in, in repetitive, curious motions. “You’re so good to me.”

“Fuck, Lu-Lucien,” you gasp, struggling for breath. He stills at the sound of his name, a displeased sound leaving his lips.

“While I adore the view, I do think you’re too uncomfortable like this,” he decides, reaching for the key to your freedom. A part of you suspects he just hates not being able to see your face as he makes you come. You nearly collapse once your hands are freed, and Lucien is quick to gather you in his arms and lay you out on your back.

As your arms slowly reawaken, you put them to good use, pulling him over you to press up into him, nipping at his jaw until he gives in to your silent demand and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t pull away, slipping a questing tongue through your lips, tangling a hand through your hair to keep you there as he plunders your mouth without restraint. He kisses you until you’re putty in his hands, and he whispers his affection into your ears.

“Please fuck me, Lu,” you plead, just the way he likes it. You place his hand on your breast, arching into his touch; you're deeply aware of the extra addition in your body, pushing against your walls, keeping your feet dipped in a pool of pleasure when you want to drown in it. “Please. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”

He inhales sharply at your words and moves away to undress slowly, letting your eyes rove across the hard planes of his torso, lean muscle flexing as he moves closer. You watch the way his cock bounces before he wraps a hand around it, giving it a few, sure pumps. He nearly succeeds in distracting you with a kiss, but you still open your mouth demandingly, widening your eyes in the way that never fails. Never one to deny you anything, he climbs over you, kneeling and bending until he can slide the tip of his plump cock into your mouth. You suck at it eagerly, swallowing more and more of him until you choke, until all you can taste is the He slides his swollen shaft out and back in, breathing heavily, groaning at the feel of your wet mouth and zealous tongue.

You whine when he pulls away, quieting when he climbs down the length of your body to kneel between your legs. He unclasps the straps around your thighs and waist, pulling them off to toss them on the other side of the bed. After a second of consideration, he strips you of the bra as well but leaves the lace collar on. You're left completely exposed and shivering, aching with the need to feel his skin. He locks eyes with you as he wraps his hands around your thighs, pushing them up until you’re spread out, ready to be taken apart.

“My darling girl, my heart.” His fingers curl over your breasts, tweaking and tugging, his mouth dropping down to suck at a pebbled nipple. You sigh as your fingers slither into his hair, as he rises up to press his cock to your entrance. He slides in all the way and it feels so full you could cry. “God, Lucien. I...it feels so good.” Strange, but you adjust to it. Each drag of his hips, of his skin against yours, feels like it’s setting you on fire. You scramble to catch hold of something, an anchor, before you slip; you pull him down into an urgent kiss as your hips buck up into him.

He groans into your mouth and leans closer, swallowing your gasps; it’s unbearable, as if you’ll break, and as his thrusts speed up, you push back into him frantically, chasing after the fall, the rise, the destruction – it doesn’t elude you, he doesn’t rip it away but throws you into it instead. He leans back, reaching down for the plug and thrusting it into you, syncing its motions with that of his cock. Before you can comprehend the sudden pressure you’re coming so hard it blinds you, makes you scream, has tears pooling in your eyes. Lucien works you through it gently, with lips quirked up at the way you babble, kissing you so, so softly your heart floods with how much you feel for this man. With a pounding heart, you watch as he reaches for the drawer, plucking out a condom and grabbing up the lube.

"Are you sure, darling?" Your response is to push your knees further until they're nearly level with your shoulders. He watches you as he lathers his cock with the liquid, using his other hand to pull your plug out. You got used to it, you realize, when it feels so empty. But he doesn't let it remain so, pressing the head of his leaking shaft against your entrance. You're treated to the full depth of his patience, as he dips in and out, getting further in with each propulsion. His eyes spark with every moan, his lips brush your mouth at every discomfited grunt.

Once he's deep within you, in this new territory, and your head is thrown back, your mouth has fallen open at the feeling – he leans back and begins to thrust. His groans are everything you wanted to hear, and you can't help but smile up at him, unable to tear your eyes away from his bright eyes. There is no sign of the gloom, the sorrow. There's life, there's desire as he tests out all the different ways he can make you moan.

"I love you," you blurt out instead, overcome with the sudden flow of emotion. He slows as you tear up, to your immense embarrassment, and try to throw your arm over your head to cover it up. 'There was nothing sexy about that!'

And then you nearly choke as, in one swift movement, he wraps your legs around his waist and pulls you up against him. He shudders, clutching you to him as you throw your arms over his shoulders, eyes rolling back into your head when he slips deeper. Your kiss is frenzied, as are his thrusts when they start anew, and then you do cry when he whispers his love, his praise against your lips, over and over again. Your nails dig into his skin, and his teeth sink into yours. You sob harder when he presses you into the bed, drilling into you like a man crazed and sliding his fingers into your throbbing sex.

His eyes glow as he strikes where it shatters you, and you're blinded by it – completely consumed by the force of it, the way it leaves you in pieces, but even through your quaking limbs and the ringing in your ears, you feel Lucien pull out of you. Through bleary eyes, you watch him rip the condom off hastily before sliding through your oversensitive slit. He chokes out a guttural groan, clinging to you as he falters, the snapping of his hips unsteady as he comes almost violently, pumping himself into you, filling you up past what you can hold.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are of you two trying to catch your breath.

“Happy Birthday,” you whisper, pressing a shaky kiss to his cheek. He stays curled over you, staring down at your flushed face, your hair now far from smooth and sticking to your skin. His damp bangs fall haphazardly across his forehead, his lips are kissed red and he's so beautiful you need to look away before you cry again.

His eyes are suspiciously shiny as he kisses your forehead gently. “I love you, my darling girl.”

As he settles next to you on the bed, you turn over gingerly. You're completely spent, sore and sweaty. Still, you aim for casualness, ignoring the slight tremble in your legs. "Excited for tomorrow?"

“Very,” he answers once you’re curled up into him, and he can play with your hair to his heart's content. “I'm glad we have the whole weekend to ourselves.”

You gasp in mock outrage. "I do have an itinerary, you know." And you’ve also opened a new door for you both. You have no doubt Lucien will be experimenting on you until he’s familiar with every inch of this new area, and the slight fear you feel is understandable. He can be quite enthusiastic when it comes to figuring out what makes you tick.

"So do I." His smirk is positively feral and you can't help but snort.

“Think we can shower before bed?”

“Yes, if you’d like,” he gathers you into his arms gently, then sinks back into the bedding. “...maybe in some time. Are we actually leaving in the morning?“

You know your smile is a tad impish when he pinches your cheek. “We’ve got an afternoon flight.” If all goes according to plan, your boyfriend's birthday weekend will have a very pleasant start – with your mouth wrapped around his cock. You just have to make sure you wake up before him.

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Stray Kids as Roommates | Thread

some roommates-to-lovers fluff coming at you!

Bang Chan

You guys are the pair that n e v e r sleep

Turned his room into a home studio; probably would have thrown out his bed and turned his room into an office if you hadn’t stopped him

You often fall asleep to the sound of his humming and tracks muffled through your bedroom wall

You see the most of him during exam season, while pulling all nighters

He’s always in the kitchen making his 14th cup of coffee when you get up to go to the bathroom at 3 am

Lots of deep, meaningful conversations over late night snacks

You swear you’ve heard him talking to his Goku figurines during the unearthly hours of the morning

You’re the only one Chan lets ruffle his fluffy dandelion bedhead in the morning

Takes care of you more than he takes care of himself

Always asks you how your day went when you get home and insists on listening even when he’s been awake for over 48 hours

Always there to give you advice and comfort you when you’re feeling down! A living breathing mental health hotline

Walked into your room when you were studying for finals at 2am

You were in your pajamas, hair a mess and eyes barely open

And that was when Bang Chan decided he was in love with you

Ah, the couple with matching bags under their eyes.

☽ Read the rest of the boys under this cut!

Woojin

Fried chicken takeout for dinner is a big Friday night thing

Kind of like a big moral support teddy bear, his hugs are the greatest

You steal half his closet in the winter because his hoodies are the comfiest

Literally the dad of your household

Checks up on your health and how you’re doing every now and then

Pushes you to finish your work and makes sure you’re not procrastinating

Honestly, your grades are soaring thanks to him

Helps you with homework

Your parents love him

Always saves and brings you good things to eat

Tucks you in at night when you can’t sleep nyahh i’m soft

And a couple times, when you wake up shaking from nightmares, homesickness or stress, he’s always there to comfort you, lying there until you fall asleep again.

“Woojin?”

“Yeah? Shh, don’t worry, I’m here.”

You always sit outside the bathroom and listen to him sing in the shower

Until he suddenly opened the door in nothing but a towel and you couldn’t face him for weeks

He thought your furiously blushing face was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and teased you about it,

Until you finally kissed him to make him shut up

Hint: it worked wonders.

Minho

Saturday night dance battles are a t h i n g

Doesn’t do any chores unless he notices you’re feeling tired

Tried to cook once and probably accidentally gave the both of you food poisoning

Remember when he cooked rice cakes in the unwashed metal pan I’m--

Likes you a lot more than he lets on

Like, you’d mention craving a certain food or not having saved up enough money for something, and voila, the next day it’d be sitting on the kitchen table.

“What? It was on sale, just lying around. Don’t think too much of it.”

Clowns you for every little thing, but the moment he hears someone make fun of you, it’s on sight

Bicker like an old married couple, lots of back and forth catfights

Evenings falling asleep on the sofa, both tipsy and giggling while his two cats snuggle up around you

Arguing over who the cats love more

Endless crackhead antics; the neighbours probably hate you

Insists on walking his cats around the apartment complex, when in reality he just wants to spend more time with you

Everyone already knows you’re basically dating but you’re both too stubborn to admit it

Probably hooked up once or twice, or more than once or twice ;)

Changbin

Honestly when you first got him as your roommate, you were terrified

Because this 5’6 ball of dark is intimidating as frick

Realized how soft he really was when he whipped out his Munchlax plushie

Petty arguments with him are impossible because he speaks so fast

So you just let him win

Makes you kill the spider

Always manages to convince you to watch horror movies at 1 am

Probably as an excuse to have you in his arms if you get scared ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he thinks he’s slick

Perfected the “stretch and put his arm around your shoulder” move

Made a special playlist for everything you do together: good vibes for breakfast, upbeat jams when doing the chores together, chill indie mixes for cozy evenings in doing work

Insists on helping you around the house

Bringing you fresh ice coffee, cookies, and convenience store hauls whenever he gets off work

“B-but the Peperos were on a buy one get one free sale 👉👈”

Suggests playing the pocky/pepero kiss game to which you smack him in response

But you end up giving him a quick peck anyways, and he freezes, stunned

You run off, face red, Changbin chasing after to you with a wicked grin

“What was that? Is that buy one get one, too, because I want another oneeee!”

Hyunjin

The chillest roommate, but when he gets hyper oh m y

I ain’t gettin no sleep cos of y’all, y’all not gettin sleep cos of me

You have to wake him on the weekends because this boy would sleep until the evening

You want to let him rest, though, since he’s always out and working so late ;(

Secretly takes so many candid, soft pictures of you and saves them as his wallpaper

Loves to take you shopping and dress the both of you in matching #OOTDs

Hypes you the heck up

“She’s sister snatched today! Skin glowing, outfit on point -- oh look at that SMILE! Do the thing again -- oh my gosh. You’re killing it, y/n!”

Gives you fashion advice and beauty tips, although you keep bugging him for his skincare routine cuz damn

Probably share skincare products

Always do face masks together but fail at keeping them on because the two of you keep laughing at the stupidest things

Sometimes he has to put you to bed when he comes home late, and you’ve fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to get back

Can’t resist kissing your forehead sometimes when tucking you in

At moments like these, he finds himself wishing for a sliver of a chance that you might feel the same way he has

He’s honestly so damn obvious though, getting you matching “roommate” things when he goes out -- plushies that remind him of you, little snacks when you’re down, cute accessories, you name it

This boy also forgets that he talks in his sleep -- and is very hard to wake up

So one morning, you’re leaning over his bed, about to shake him awake, and hear him mumble

“y/n, y/n, y/n...i like you sooo much...what do i do?”

You nearly choke on your toast, effectively waking the boy up, and he stares at you, half-awake and mortified.

“What? Did I--did I say something in my sleep?”

The smug, blushing smile spreading over your face is enough to send him diving back under the covers as you begin to tease him

Jisung

So comfortable to be around, he’s basically your best friend from day 1

Except for the fact that he’s so. Damn. LOUD

Noise complaints filed from the neighbours, the landlord, the neighbour’s dog, you name it

Another soft bean whose bedhead you love to ruffle

I mean have you seen My Pace dance practice? That boys mane has a mind of its own--

Brings you lots of cakes and pastries from cute bakeries when you’re stressed

A responsible boi™ ! always helps you out around the house.

Grocery shopping together? What a concept

Except he piles the cart with chips and snacks when he thinks you’re not looking

Lots of late nights binging movies on Netflix

This boy loves moves

But he loves them even more when he watches them with you ;D

Afterwards, you’re both too lazy and comfortable to move, so you end up falling asleep cuddled up against each other

Always runs away and hides when you ask to see his songs

You find scraps of hastily scribbled lyrics and ideas strewn around the house all the time

Little phrases like “i think i love you” and “my heart beats impossibly fast when i’m with you”

So you manage to collect enough to bring them to him and tease him about it

Jisung gets all quiet, though, instead of whining like he usually does, and you quickly apologise, thinking you’ve gone too far

You reassure him his writing is amazing

“It’s not that.”

He finally looks you in the eye, the intensity of his stare making your heart stop for a moment.

“They’re about you.”

Oh, how the turn tables.

Felix

i hate him sm, blease

Why did you even agree to room with him

Rooming with Felix is a one way trip to insanity -- we going ✈️✈️ acid trip

You can hear him yelling yeets and yeehaws when he plays Fortnite while you do your homework, and you swear you’re t h i s close to putting his head straight through his screen

Video game marathons when you’re not busy though, you have to admit, are the bomb

Probably convinced you to make TikToks with him

Makes you do all the viral challenges, including the couple trends

Honestly the most fun guy to be around ever

Your daily dose of memes and sugar

Knows when to be down to earth and serious, though!

Gives the best massages when you’re overworked and runs you a bath, promptly ordering your favourite takeout and making sure to feed you

Building pillow forts together on rainy days and snow days, and having sleepovers!

Binging vine compilations together during said sleepovers

Sending each other memes at 1 am when you’re both simultaneously procrastinating on homework

You basically became a couple without really going through the confession stage; it just sort of happened

“Hey, ‘lix?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I think I kinda like you.”

A sideways smirk. “Well, yeah, you’ve dealt with me for this long.”

The best-friends couple: soulmates, and, more importantly, partners in crime vine

Seungmin

Sweetest roommate!! Honestly you feel bad for even asking him to do chores

Has a bit of an evil side, though

One second he’s flashing you an angelic smile, the next he’s roasting you for your selfie skills on your recent Instagram post

You make one (1) complaint about the living room being messy, next thing you know you wake up and it’s spick and span

Cooks?? Really hecking well?

Sometimes you wonder if you signed up for a roommate or a housekeeper

Your apartment is so clean

Taking evening strolls together after dinner and taking pictures at the park

Walks you to and from work/school like a little puppy, and gets anxious if you’re late coming home

Doesn’t know how to show how much he cares about you and gets frustrated with himself

So he indulges in the little things, like packing you cute little lunches with sticky notes on the containers

Little notes around the house on days he stays out working late, like make sure you’re eating! And don’t sleep too late!

Honestly, you fell for him the moment he first smiled at you

Once, he was working overtime nonstop, and you didn’t get to see him for over two weeks

When he finally came home on time, you couldn’t help tackling him in a big bear hug

After he got over his initial heartbeat racing a thousand miles per hour, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, hugging you back tightly

No words were needed, you missed each other’s presence so much, it seemed to say itself

I love you, and I missed you.

Jeongin

Is this boy even old enough to rent out a room? He is babie

So incredibly shy when he first meets you, but warms up quickly

Owns animal-printed pajamas and onesies

You both had a mini celebration when he got his braces off, complete with banana milk and animal crackers

You are both babie

An early bird, always wakes up before you

You wake up to him shaking you and laughing at your scrunched up face

“Wake uuppp, y/n, you’re going to be so late!”

“Ergghhhh.”

Can’t clean to save his life; always ends up breaking something or knocking things over

So he’s in charge of doing the laundry

Had a fat mental breakdown when he realised that meant your underwear

Your apartment is littered with figurines and plushies that both of you collect and don’t have the heart to clean out

“Jeongin, where are y----” you stop. “Why are you lying face down on the ground?”

“...we’re out of banana milk.”

Another hidden evil bean who clowns you for everything you do once he warms up to you

Baby boy!Jeongin switches to Savage!Jeongin in a matter of seconds

Also makes you kill the spider

Helps you cook, but only if you tell him how to do everything or he’ll freak out

Putting mukbang channels on the TV while eating together and watching in comfortable silence

Loves watching you eat and has a million derpy pictures of you saved on his phone

Poor boy has no idea how to tell you he’s falling head over heels with you

Accidentally blurts out “I like you” during a screaming contest

Lots, I mean LOTS of awkward laughing as Jeongin feels his face heat up, watching yours do the same

The longest moment passes, and Jeongin is getting ready to disassociate when you’re finally able to open your mouth and scream back,

“I like you, too!”

Baby boy found his soulmate.

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Piece me together | Pt. 4

• Pairing: Jimin x Namjoon • Genre: Angst | Detective!AU / Stalker!AU • Words: 5,7k | written with @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: mentioning of drugs / guns / blood / abuse / violence

↳ Namjoon had a case to worry about and still he found himself coming back to this diner each time. Maybe it was because of the delicious milkshakes or maybe it was because of his favorite waiter that looked just as sweet.

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“Joon! Namjoon!” Yoongi tapped his shoulder, “Hey, did you even listen to anything we were saying? I know you want to check up on Jimin, but his status probably hasn’t changed the past five minutes.” He chuckled at his superior and pointed at the board again, “So, I don’t know who of you thought of it ‘cause apparently neither can remember but this pin...I know I had pinned it to this location, which was a dead end for us.”

Yoongi pointed at the washing salon that they had suspected doing literally ‘dirty laundry’ as it had been a favorite spot of some of the unknown targets drug dealers. But it had left them with no clues and only more questions. Tapping on the picture of a young boy with a sleazy smile now instead, the heir of a rich CEO, Yoongi explained further, “We knew he was in this mess, but we never thought about it further than him being a rich kid that sells drugs at some stupid parties to feel some kind of adrenaline. He bought some stocks recently, none of them related to his heir. Small ones, with almost no investors that conveniently blew up only weeks after? Something seems fishy right?”

Jungkook licked over his lips, feeling the excitement rush through him that he usually felt when he knew there were on to something. “I’ve been going over your notes recently and this name...,” He got up and around his desk, placing the file right in front of Namjoon, “This name you underlined...he’s that guy’s cousin. He’s been into prison for beating up a homeless person under the influence of drugs once. It had been only like 30 hours or so, because their lawyer bailed him out again.” He nodded over to the board again, smirking, “Maybe we need to check the whole family more thoroughly.”

It was something.

A small hint that could lead them into a new direction and finally let them feel like their work was paying off, instead of running in a circle all day. When Jungkook was out to meet up with the undercover agent to talk new plans and later to check up around Namjoon’s apartment, Yoongi and Namjoon stayed behind, figuring out more about the family’s business, calling different investors and reliable sources.

“You know you can work from home as well, right? Just go home, Joon. I do the rest of the calls and send you an email with the things that you need and then you can do it from your home office.” Yoongi turned to look over Namjoon’s shoulder as a message popped up on his phone screen. He smiled, “Oh...he’s cooking for you? Sounds very domestic the two of you.” Yoongi crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the edge of his best friend’s table, “You’re okay though? I know I told you to not treat this like a case...but, well, it got us all involved now. Please try and talk to him. I could do a background check on him, anything, but I need to know a bit more.”

“Yeah, as domestic as it can be when there’s always that ‘my ex is a stalker who likes to beat me up, but I won’t tell you more’ thing is sitting in the background.” He appreciated Yoongi’s concern, but he also hated that it put his feelings on the spot. He would have loved to just enjoy Jimin living with him because without the dark shadow looming over their heads it could have been anything he ever wanted: Jimin was there when he came home and sometimes he cooked. They had also cleared the couch and decided that Jimin should just sleep in his bed so that the younger didn’t have to walk on bare feet through the dark every time. And it was so nice to hug and cuddle and kiss whenever they felt like it, in front of the TV or at night when neither of them could sleep. Though Namjoon still felt as if Jimin’s ex prevented him from exploring their relationship further. Although they were kissing he never even dared to ask Jimin if he wanted to be exclusive or what his idea of a relationship was or if Jimin even wanted this. they just were...something. And the longer it was like this it felt more and more like Jimin was a prisoner in his home because he wouldn’t go out, couldn’t really, because as soon as Namjoon knew he was out alone he would stop functioning.

Yoongi groaned in a desperate manner, “This is unfair, honestly. You finding someone that finally likes you too and doesn’t has a weird fashion taste or calls you Joonie-bear and now this.” Yoongi chuckled humorlessly, “But I got your back. Hand me all the info you can get, and we’ll figure this out. We will get this fucker right where he belongs - behind bars.” He pushed himself off from Namjoon’s table, wanting to get back to work but hesitated, “One more thing: Do his lips feel as plush as they look like when you kiss?” Yoongi winked at him and threw his hands up in defense, “I was just...wondering...if my best friend is in good hands and stuff.”

Yoongi’s private question startled him out of his thought s and he frowned before stating dryly, “Do you want a description of plushiness? A degree of hardness like with cushion tests. How about you give me Jungkook’s first before...” He broke off and hastily added, “Never mind, you’d actually do that, would you? Or at least Kook would, just to embarrass me. Just ask Jimin if you can try out for yourself and see how he reacts.”

Yoongi shook his head quickly, “No, he’s yours. I don’t kiss what’s yours and keep your hands off mine.” He laughed to himself, knowing that Namjoon had absolutely no interest in Jungkook. “You want a coffee too?” Yoongi pointed at his cup that he just got himself, when suddenly the shrill sound of two phones broke through their conversation.

“It’s Jungkook…”

“It’s Jimin…” Namjoon said simultaneously and Yoongi gulped hard. Jungkook was supposed to go by Namjoon’s apartment on his way home and both calling at the same time was making their stomachs drop, a sudden cold feeling inside, that made both of the policemen jump up from their seats without any further questions taking their jackets to head out while they picked up the phones.

They had learned to trust their instincts.

“He is here!” Jimin’s voice was barely audible as he held the palm of his hand over his mouth, trying to breathe as calm as possible. “I...I saw him outside of the window...he looked up….he knew exactly which floor,...plea-.” The doorbell interrupted Jimin’s sentence and the younger flinched hard, almost dropping the phone, “Please get me out of here.”

“Okay, stay calm, lock the door if it isn’t already locked and under no circumstances will you open up for him, do you hear me? Jungkook is already close by, he will keep you safe and I’ll come over right now. It’s going to be fine. No one can come in, there are neighbors all around. He wouldn’t want to have witnesses right? He’s just trying to scare you.” Honestly Jimin wasn’t the only one who was scared. If this really was Jimin’s ex then the question was how had he found out? While he was speaking he was grabbing his key and jacket, giving Yoongi a sign that he would hurry over to Jimin and that he would call him when he was there (as Yoongi was surely worried about Jungkook now just as much as he was worried about Jimin).

Jimin softly whimpered as an answer, keeping his head low, so he wouldn’t be seen through the windows and rushed over to the main door, locking it safely. “It’s…It’s locked now-,” Jimin’s words got cut off by another ring of the doorbell and the younger rushed into the bathroom, locking himself in there as well. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” He pulled his legs in, leaning his head against the tile wall as he hid in the corner of the room, “I want to get out of here…I will tell y-.” A beep coming from his phone signaled him that his battery was low. “Namjoon!”

A second beep and his screen turned black.

Namjoon put the phone aside and got into his car, considering breaking even more rules and turning on his sirens but Jungkook was already close and he wasn't sure if driving to him with full on blaring sirens and blue light wouldn’t shock Jimin further. It was about ten minutes to drive but the car had never felt slower and the distance wider. When he was finally home the key slipped two times from his hand, landing on the cold stone with an alarmingly loud sound.

Jimin flinched when he could hear the sound of keys, his eyes flickered over to Jungkook who had gotten here only a few minutes ago, sitting a few feet away from him on the bathroom floor. The younger apparently had a key as well but Jimin didn’t care. He had been just glad that someone was there with him. When Namjoon called out his name, Jimin almost stumbled over his own feet as he got up, rushing towards him and into his embrace, holding on tightly to him. “I’m so sorry, I am so so so sorry. It’s my fault. It’s…because of me,” Jimin buried his hands into Namjoon’s shirt, his tears staining the soft material of his dress shirt.

“Shh-shit, I’m here, it’s okay, don’t cry, you are fine.” Namjoon felt horrible, talking nonsense to Jimin to try and calm him down while trying to wordlessly communicate with Jungkook over Jimin’s shoulder to find out of the younger had gotten any kind of information out of him. He had no idea if Jimin’s ex was still around of it had maybe been just Jimin mistaking a stranger for him because he was so scared.

Jungkook furrowed his brows deeply, nodding at Namjoon and mouthing a simple, “He’s gone. I saw him.” He pointed at the side of his head and then turned around to get out his notebook to start writing down the details he noticed, maybe draw a few sketches – anything to help this with. Jungkook excused himself into the kitchen, bringing two glasses and some water into the living room, where Namjoon was maneuvering Jimin to sit down on the couch, trying to calm the younger.

“I’d bring you anything else, but Joon only has water.” Jungkook tried to lighten the mood, seeing how Jimin was holding onto the hem of Namjoon’s shirt while he poured in some of the water for the two of them.

“Jimin I know that you are scared, and I promise that we can spend the rest of the evening under a blanket or in front of the TV or however else you feel most comfortable. But right now, I have to insist that you give up your silence. This isn’t working. For any of us. He found you. And Jungkook saw him. So, we will find out who he is sooner or later anyway. We have a very good sketch artist and Jungkook isn’t bad himself so we will get a composite sketch and run it through the system or show it around on the streets if we have to. It will take longer, and it will definitely cause a lot more to stir up and draw attention. But we will get him. So, you see it won’t help anyone of you refuse to talk. Telling us what you know is the best you can do.”

Jimin hiccupped as a response, biting his lip in an anxious matter. He knew Namjoon was right, he had known a while ago. But he was just so scared, so damn scared because none of them could know how fucked up Taehyung really was. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry Joon,” Jimin shook his head, “I…I am so sorry. I know this is my fault…but…this isn’t just…” He sighed deeply.

“T-Taehyung,” Jimin shifted nervously, ignoring how hard his heart was beating right now, making him feel nauseous and held onto a cushion tightly, “At least that’s what he told me. H-he lied to me…a lot. About who he was, what he did, where he came from. Never really telling me anything in the end. I am…I am not sure if I can remember it all.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened in surprised when Jimin told him Taehyung’s name right away. He had thought that it would need a lot more convincing on his terms to get Jimin to open up, maybe ask Jungkook top leave in hope that Jimin would feel safer if it was only the two of them but apparently he had struck a nerve with Jimin. He didn’t dare to say anything in fear of interrupting Jimin and that he would turn back to silence, instead he just nodded encouragingly, waiting breathlessly what else Jimin might reveal to them.

Jimin could see how they were waiting for more information from him and he hesitated. It was already a lot to just say his name out loud. “It’s stupid…,” Jimin averted his gaze, wiping over his eyes, “He was the one who came up to me. I was young…I…I wanted to apply at the dance academy here in Seoul…that’s why I moved here. He saw me in one of the shops at night, after practice. We talked. He was wearing a very expensive, tailored suit.” The younger laughed to himself, “He told me he was in business, something about stocks and…economy. Taehyung is very manipulative, way more powerful than you can imagine. And luck always seems to be on his side. He tried to make me his perfect soulmate.” Jimin smiled faintly, “And I was young and stupid.”

“Don’t blame yourself for trusting someone.” Jungkook’s voice was soft and reassuring. “He knew what he was doing when he lied to you and it’s not your fault that you fell for it. It’s his fault for lying to you in the first place.” There was a weight in Namjoon’s stomach that grew the longer Jimin talked. He couldn’t change the past, so he helplessly listened to Jimin blaming himself. What he could do though was making sure that something like this never happened to him again.

“It is my fault. I should have known. Someone like him shouldn’t be with someone like me. It was off from the beginning, but he knows how to work his way. He knew how to make me stay and when I was starting to figure stuff out, he knew exactly how to threaten me.” Jimin shrugged his shoulders tiredly, reaching for the glass of water with shaking hands. “It’s been almost ten months now since my last break up. Believe me, I tried many times before.” He looked at Jungkook with a soft smile while his hand reached out for Namjoon’s, “Thank you for staying earlier. It was helping a lot.”

Namjoon gently squeezed the younger’s hand, a little too speechless for his own liking. He wanted to hug Jimin and whisper to him that he wouldn’t have to suffer any longer, that he could let go of the fear but he couldn’t in front of Jungkook. This was way too intimate already with Jimin letting them catch a glimpse into his past so openly. “We will find him. And then we get a restraining order and maybe even lock him up and if any of his friends tries to do so much as look at you funny then they’ll have to face me - or possibly the whole police department.”

Jimin smiled softly, liking the idea but at the same time his stomach was churning. He was more than scared now. The younger turned to look at Namjoon, reaching to cup his cheek, “Please listen to me. He, in no way, can know that you’re onto him. If he feels you too close…” Jimin looked at Jungkook for a second and then back at Namjoon, not caring if the other saw them and placed a kiss on Namjoon’s lips, “Be careful with whatever you do, turn everything around twice before going after him. He knows how to manipulate every little thing.” It was a warning, just as much as it was a clue.

“I appreciate your concern, but you don’t need to worry. I’ve been doing this for a while. I think I am as prepared as one can be. And I also won’t be alone. As soon as are back at the department this will turn into an official case. No more sweeping under the rug what he did. He will have to take the consequences for what he did. Simple as that.”

Jimin only nodded at that, but he didn’t believe it. This wouldn’t be simple and Taehyung coming by his apartment was just the beginning.

A small warning.

When Jungkook was gone, Namjoon began making phone calls while Jimin’s eyes followed him as he walked back and forth between his bedroom, the kitchen and the living room again. Jimin felt awfully out of place and alone, even though Namjoon was right there. Only when he heard something sounding like as if Namjoon was smashing pens in anger and shutting his laptop shut loudly did Jimin get up. He followed him into his office, where he could see him with his shoulders way too tense, his eyes focused on something on his phone, angry mumbles coming from him.

“Joon?” Jimin reached out for him carefully.

“Yes?” He tried a smile, but it must look as strained as he felt because Jimin’s brows furrowed and he bit his lip, as always when he felt like something was off. “It’s okay, Jimin. I’m just... I’m angry. Not at you. At Taehyung. For doing all this to you. For forcing us into a position where we will have to make a manhunt out of this just because he can’t fucking act like a decent human being and leave you the fuck alone!” He didn’t swear often and when he did it showed that he was pretty close to breaking. His colleagues knew how to handle him then but Jimin apparently didn’t because his shoulders went up defensively as if Namjoon was angry at him and he was mentally preparing himself to get hit. It was like a blow right to the gut because with a painful stab right into his heart Namjoon realized that this was how it probably went with Taehyung; every time the other was angry and Jimin was around the younger had been the outlet if it was his fault or not.

Closing his eyes, Jimin took a deep breath, reaching out for Namjoon. “Joonie, come on. Let me take care of you for once,” Jimin whispered, cupping Namjoon’s cheeks softly, “You’re tense and it’s not good for your shoulders. You’ll get a headache again. Come, baby.” Letting his hand fall down to Namjoon, Jimin softly pulled the detective along and into the bathroom with him.

It was silent between them, when Jimin carefully opened one button of his shirt and then another, leaving soft kisses on his warm skin. Jimin wanted to tell Namjoon so much: about how sorry he was for pulling him into all of this, about how much he loved him and everything that Namjoon stood for. But he didn’t know how, too scared that they were both too vulnerable right now. Instead, he undressed himself, letting his body language speak about how much he trusted in him. With their fingers laced together, Jimin stepped under the shower, turning them both around so he could enjoy the hot water soothing over his muscles. Jimin was absolutely mesmerized with how the water flowed down Namjoon’s golden skin, making him look even more handsome than he already was, how he was raking a hand through his wet hair and his eyes locked with his. With a smile, Jimin began to take care of Namjoon, massaging his stiff muscles, washing his hair although it got really dangerous on his tiptoes on the slippery tile floor. It was dangerous territory to let Jimin undress right in front of his eyes because if his mind wouldn't have been so occupied with police wok he would have enjoyed it to reach out, to touch Jimin, hold him, kiss him, maybe explore his body like he had done so often in his dreams by now. But in their current situations he didn't think that it was a good idea to cross boundaries and dive headfirst into areas that would make both of them feel vulnerable. It was better to stay in the safe space, to stick to the things they both knew so that there wouldn't be something tipping them over the edge. Emotions were a dangerous thing and they had fucked up police cases numerous times, for both sides involved. Jimin didn’t stop taking care of him until they laid in each other’s arms, only towels wrapped around their bodies. “I only want you, Namjoon.” Jimin pushed a string of hair from Namjoon’s face and smiled, “Will you let me take you out when this is over? I mean…a real date. No hiding. Just us.”

“If all this is over - of Tae is locked away or at least forced to stay away from you, then yes, then we can go out and... and I might ask you to officially be my boyfriend. We could go out for dinner together or spend a day at the lake and go swimming and... and I want you to get to know Yoongi and Jungkook under different circumstances than when they are guarding you or are immersed in their jobs. They could be good friends if you let them.”

Jimin pursed his lips into a pout, whining quietly, “You might? Only a might?” He couldn’t help but let the pout turn into a smile, “And I might say yes. I’d really like that.” He cuddled closer to Namjoon, holding himself tightly to him, “You know what’s the only good thing about all of this is besides you. That I don’t have to do this stupid roller night at the restaurant.” Jimin giggled and kissed Namjoon right on his jawline, “Do you feel a little better? You think you can go to work like this tomorrow?”

“Damn, I was so looking forward to it.” Joking around made his heart a little lighter even though it didn't change anything of what was going on while they were lying here, cuddling. But Namjoon figured even he deserved to try and forget sometimes… if Jimin wouldn’t put his face right into it again. “Of course, I’ll go to work. Now it’s even more important than before. I’ll make sure the necessary steps are taken as soon as we get a place for Taehyung or his fingerprints or.. just generally more than we do now. None of the places you told us about seem to be still active though honestly it was to be expected. He would be stupid to stay on one place for longer than a few months, especially with you dating a cop. He must know that you would confide in me eventually.” He gave Jimin a little kiss on the nose, “Which I am very happy you did.”

Jimin smiled softly, leaning into Namjoon’s touch without hesitation. He massaged over his shoulders, pushing him back so the other was relaxing a little more, while he planted kisses everywhere he could reach.

“I think I love you, Joonie.” Jimin whispered it right into his skin, hovering over his lips while his eyes were gazing deeply into Namjoons. With a kiss he sealed the promise, letting Namjoon pull him into his arms so he could hide in the crook of his neck. It’s where he always wanted to stay and never separate from him again.

At least not until the next morning.

Warmth spread through him at Jimin’s confession. And yet he was glad that Jimin kissed him right after, not expecting an answer from him. Because he felt like he loved Jimin too - but saying it before catching Tae felt wrong in a way. So, he would do that; catch Taehyung first, make sure Jimin was absolutely safe - and then he would say it back, with its full meaning and all the consequences it entailed, knowing that he wouldn’t have to be scared to have Jimin running from him in fear of being found by Tae.

...

Jungkook bit his tongue in concentration as he had his knees pulled up on the chair to lean the drawing board on when Namjoon entered the office a bit surprised to see the younger so early. “Yoongi is at the chief’s office. He has something to show you, we might found a few alter ego’s Taehyung used and some good old video tapes. It took him all night. But we need to analyze it, we’re not too sure, yet,” Jungkook announced, feeling determined to close up Jimin’s case as quickly as they could to return to normality and clear the case that was still spread all over their board.

Namjoon startled at that. Of course, he knew that his friends would help but the amount of work and energy they put into this was surpassing even what he had hoped for.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” He murmured, embarrassed because he felt so touched and didn’t know how to communicate it. “Really, I… thank you for helping me - us in this.” He couldn’t wait to get a glimpse of Tae because he was the only one who hadn’t seen him yet, Jungkook had in person and Yoongi had from what Jungkook had drawn or from the video tapes he must have seen as well so - he was the only one who hadn't and with everything he had been told and all the emotion that the name was charged with he had become some kind of monster that he felt as if it couldn't be pictured by a human face.

Only half an hour later Yoongi came back with the tapes in hand, pushing the cd into his laptop before turning it to Namjoon. There were frames switching, blurriness, people rushing by as the tape played forward until Yoongi stopped and it showed the empty gas station at night. “That’s him. We’re sure of this one,” He nodded towards Namjoon and pointed his finger at the screen.

Namjoon furrowed his brows. He knew those tapes. “Wait, this isn't right. Those aren't the tapes about Taehyung. Yoongi, you messed them up, this is the video sequence for the drug case. I saw them, we suspected that this was a transaction as one of the people we had caught with those special drugs had told us that he had gotten them from the gas station but there was nothing that could be taken as proof for what he said as there were no drugs shown so it could just as well be people making a stop to use the bathroom there. We couldn't identify anyone from that tape, so it was a dead end again. You remember? The one where you said got magically connected to someone else last week?”

Yoongi nodded knowing very well what this tape was.

“It’s him. No doubt about it. Zoom in on the car that is passing. It’s blurry...but it’s him in the reflection.” His heart was beginning to beat faster, his detective senses tingling.

“Joon, hear me out…I was awake all night after what happened last night. I went through all the tapes, every trace, every piece of information and then I noticed something.” He pushed over a piece of notes from Namjoon, pointing at something that was written in a shaky handwriting. “You know I always had a thing for details. This wasn’t you right? You didn’t underline this name, nor did you write that, did you?” Yoongi got up, walking over to the board pointing at the picture of one of the drug dealers, “This pin was never in here. Remember how we all thought we were finally going crazy not remembering our own case?” The more he was talking, the more insane he was sounding but still Namjoon and Jungkook were listening with confusion written all over their faces.

“So, you think someone is fucking with our case?” Jungkook asked, “That’s crazy…no one can come in here. No one was in here. And what does the drug case have to do with the stalker?”

Yoongi rushed over to Namjoon’s desk again, opening up his case without even asking and not caring about roaming around in his superior’s stuff. “No, I don’t think someone is fucking with us…I think someone is leaving clues. Someone wants us to see the things we overlook. Someone that knows about all of this. That’s why he is so scared. It all makes sense. I know it sounds crazy. Like some Hansel and Gretel shit….but there are names that we never looked at before and that are now underlined? Pins that move. Files that suddenly have a different order. Are you too that unorganized to not see it?” He sighed, before pushing the organizer he was searching for onto Namjoon’s desk. “Namjoon, you’re the only one who takes files back home to work on them. You leave them at your desk right? And the only one who had access to your files was…”

He paused, his chest heaving heavily from all the talking, letting the others put one and one together themselves, while he took the picture that Jungkook had drawn and pinned it right over the big question mark without saying a word. “Open the organizer. I bet there’s another clue.” He said and looked over his shoulder.

“You mean…” Namjoon broke off, the words getting stuck in his throat. Jimin. Yoongi was talking about Jimin. This couldn’t be. “He’d never…” But at the same time, he knew that Yoongi was right. He had worked this job long enough to know when something was off and when you had finally found the missing puzzle piece; it was as if something clicked in place, when stuff came in order and everything suddenly made sense.

“Fuck, why... why didn’t he just say anything?!” Instead of opening the folder he got his key. “I’ll get him and take him here and then he can cut the crap and just tell us. If he thought we wouldn’t manage to find out eventually that he was leaving breadcrumbs for us then he must think the police is stupid.” He heard the gasp behind him where Jungkook had taken it upon himself to sort through the new files that Namjoon had taken home, apparently finding another clue. Then he was out the door, ready to talk clearly with Jimin now.

When he sat down in his car though, ready to turn on the engine someone opened the car door in a rush, keeping him from driving off. “As angry you are…this is still a case now and one that we all three are on.” Yoongi said and shushed Namjoon right away again when Jungkook took his place right behind Namjoon with as much files he could carry in his hands. “We’re a team, idiot. And this is deeper than we all thought. You can’t be mad at him for being scared…if this is true…and Taehyung is behind all of this…then Jimin has every right to be cautious. He is the key to all of this.”

Yoongi was right - but Namjoon wasn’t angry about Jimin being scared, hell, he was scared now! For Jimin! But if he had known sooner than he wouldn’t have let Jimin be alone for a single day, they could have gotten him into witness protection right away where he would have been safe from the start, no sightings of Taehyung, nothing to be scared of if Jimin just had trusted him. He had thought that Jimin telling them Tae’s name was a big step while in reality it was just the tip of the iceberg. Jimin hadn’t trusted him a bit. He had tried to make them figure it out on their own while staying on the side, but it didn’t work like did. Even if they caught Taehyung if his lawyer got wind of Jimin doing so much as writing as underlining a word it would be reason for Tae to come free no matter what he had done. And the “best” part: he could never be charged for something that he had already stood in court for and won because that’s just how the law worked. So instead of helping them Jimin might have just made sure that Taehyung was a free man - and free to do whatever harm he wanted in the future with the reputation of being untouchable by the law. Which meant Jimin would have to move to ever feel safe again - and Namjoon would lose him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Yoongi spoke up after a few minutes of them driving, “We won’t let this happen, okay? Let’s focus on getting Jimin out of there now and find that asshole of a guy that thinks that can mess with us.”

As soon as the car came to a halt on the parking lot all three of them stormed out of their cars, not even bothering to ring the doorbell but rushing up the staircase instead. Jungkook, who loved to make a competition out of every small thing, even if it only was about who was at the door first, came to a halt abruptly his eyes fixated on Namjoon’s door as he reached the 3th floor. His hand instinctively reached out for his gun, unlocking it and pointing it at the door with his eyes narrowed into slits.

“Kook, what are you do-,” Yoongi choked on the last word, panting heavily. The door to Namjoon’s apartment was ajar. Just slightly. And there was no noise coming from inside. Even from here Yoongi could see that the old, very ugly vase that Namjoon’s grandma has given him was now shattered into a million pieces on the floor. When they got in, quiet, their guns in hand, bodies tense and nerves aflame the apartment was indeed empty. Everything looked the same except for the shattered vase. And a piece of paper, ripped out from somewhere, with six little words scribbled on it: ‘Thanks. I’ll take it from here.’

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storytime-hoe · 5 years ago

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Tough Love Ch.12

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x O/C

Summary: Story picks up during season three as the group goes into Woodbury to rescue Glenn and Maggie from the Governor. However, they pick up another prisoner of Woodbury, Emma (O/C). She is a thief who fears friendships after her hard losses. She stays on the move, studying communities from afar and then robbing them blind. She has stayed alive this way for a while until the Governor catches her in the act. Now she finds herself with the group from the prison in a mission to kill the Governor for what he has done to her. She plans on stealing supplies from the prison group after the Governor is killed, but she might be growing a little too close to the groups members, especially one man in particular: Daryl Dixon.

Warnings: Slow burn, language, usual twd violence, mentions of abuse/rape

Authors Note: Here ya go lads.

Previously: Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Ch.11

I felt hollow. I felt alone, despite the fact that there were more people around me than I was comfortable with.

Sleep was not an option that night. When I closed my eyes all I saw was Daryl. Not the pissed off version of him or the softer version of him, but I saw that fucking look of hurt that he had the last time I had seen him. I bet he regretted every nice thought he ever had about me, if there even were any. He should have closed himself off from me like he did everyone else. I didn't deserve his friendship but he gave it to me anyway. And now we were hurting because of it.

The day after I caused an uproar, Sasha was at my door at sunrise. I didn't know Sasha too well, but I liked her better than most of the people here. She knew how to take care of herself and she was smart too. Plus, I liked that she didn't try to pry into the lives of others that didn't welcome her. She left me alone unless it was something important, never giving me a neighborly visit just to chat me up. So, she was here on business.

I sat up in the bed with a deep sigh, my lack of sleep was weighing me down. I didn't have the energy to ask her what she wanted, so I raised an eyebrow and waited for her to get the hint that that was her cue to speak.

"A few of us are going on a run. Thought we could use you with us if you’re up for it."

My mood immediately rose. Finally, I was being put to use. I felt a sense of pride that she came to me to join her and whoever else was going. It gave me that ego boost that I needed. It was good to know that my reputation hadn't been damaged during my forced time in recovery. People still saw me as a valuable member. Things were going to turn around. It was about time I had a good day, or at least I thought it was good until I went to meet the rest of the people going on the run with me.

I bounced outside cheerily, feeling the intoxicating anticipation of being out in the dangerous world again. But I stopped in my tracks as my eyes landed on Daryl tossing a leg over his motorcycle to sit on it.

Well fuck me then. How was I supposed to have a good day with him looking all gloom and doom the whole time? The answer was that I wasn't going to have a good day, I didn't deserve it anyhow. And with the dreadful look he got when he saw that I was coming too, I decided it best to stay out of his way. Daryl was too good of a person for me, so I would be doing him a favor by letting him forget about me. I wasn't going to attempt to heal what I had broken, it was for the best.

"We're taking the car," Sasha said, coming up behind you with her rifle in hand.

She tossed a few bags and more weapons into the small trunk of the car and hoped into the passenger seat as Glenn got into the drivers side. I sighed deeply with one last glance at Daryl on his bike. I couldn't help but feel he was riding separate from us because of me joining them. Had Sasha mentioned asking me to come along to him before she came to get me? She must not have, otherwise he would have stopped her. He didn't want me anywhere around him ever again, and I was trying real hard to accept that.

"How far out are we going?" I asked from the backseat once we were out on the road.

"Almost everywhere around has been cleared out already," Glenn explained. "The next town will be at least two hours out I'd say."

I peered over Sasha's shoulder as she showed me on the map where exactly the town we were looking for was located. The town was small enough we could probably clear out the entire place before we had to make the trip back. Glenn had already planned where our best exits would be in case we ran into any trouble. We didn't know if there were people there still, but if there were chances are they wouldn't be too friendly.

The car ride was a slow and quiet one. No one talked unless it was to give direction. The rumble of Daryl's bike behind us lulled me into a sleep that I was in great need of. It was probably the best nap of my entire fucking life. There were no dreams to keep me stirring and even though it wasn't the most comfortable bed, the back seat of the old car served it’s purpose.

But like everything pleasant in my life, it didn't last long.

The door I was leaned against opened with a quick swing, sending me falling backwards. I blinked in my confusion, rubbing the sleep from my eyes whilst I was hanging upside down from the car.

"C'mon, don' have fuckin' time for this," the impatient voice of Daryl growled from above me.

Once my eyes adjusted to the bright sun that shone down on him, I huffed at his displeased expression.

Turns out Daryl didn't just want to stop being my friend now, but he planned on being an even bigger asshole to me than he had been before. I didn't think that would be possible, but he never missed a chance to give me hell. Ever wrong move I made me was up my ass about it, but I just took his cruel words with a clenched jaw, not fighting back for the first time in my life.

Finally, we reached our last stop– a small convenience store. We entered quietly, each of us scanning a different corner of the room before deciding it was all clear. We split down a different isle each, scanning for any kind of items that we could take back with us, falling into the routine we have repeated a million times before.

I was standing with Sasha as she shoved cans of food into her backpack. My own bag was weighing down my shoulders, but I ignored the ache. That’s when I spotted the jackpot.

"Oh, hell yeah," I called out, making my way to the two bottles of vodka that had caught my eye.

I held the bottles and shook them at Sasha playfully, proud to see a smile spread over her as she shook her head at me. Soon enough Glenn and Daryl were popping into our isle to see what I was so excited about.

When no one responded to my enthusiasm I held my arms out in exasperation. "Well, lets have a few drinks." God knew I needed that right now.

"That's not a good idea Emma,” Sasha pointed out, standing up from her overflowing bag. “We would be extremely vulnerable, not thinking straight enough to defend ourselves if we needed.”

I knew it was a bad idea too, but the reckless side of me was being brought out by how shitty I was feeling all the time. I just wanted to get piss drink and not have a care in the world. Sure, I might not be able to walk straight, but it would be an experience. I just needed to convince them of that too.

"I don't know about you, but drunk me can still chop a dead fucker down. So, I say lets go for it," I smiled at them and I could tell that Sasha was suppressing the want to give in to my plan as she held back her smile.

But here came Daryl, the fucking stick in the mud.

"The hell s'wrong with ya," he complained, snatching one bottle away from me. "We have a damn job ta do, ain't no time ta fuckin' mess 'round."

I scrunched my nose and faced him with the same force of dominance that he had. "What's the matter Dixon? Afraid I'll out drink you?"

It had been the first time I talked back to him since the tragic events of last night. I'd let him push me around all fucking morning, telling myself I deserved it. He could hate me all he wanted, but I was done being his punching bag.

I might be crazy, but I think I saw a flicker of excitement pass in him. Was he glad that I was finally going to stick up for myself again? Did he enjoy bickering with me all the time?

I quirked an eyebrow at him, and shook the bottle at him temptingly, but his scowl never faltered.

He scoffed, painfully forcing himself to break his eyes away from mine. "Ain't scared of ya, just don' wan' us all ta end up dead."

"It's not a good idea right now Emma," Glenn agreed from behind Daryl's shoulder. I could tell he wanted to butt in the argument before it escalated. "Why can't we just take it back with us? That way we can all kill our livers in the safety of the prison later."

I felt my spirits deflate. They were all right. I was being a selfish bitch again. Maybe if I agreed with them and put the bottle in my backpack I could have it all to myself that night. It would be a good friend to cuddle and cry myself to sleep with tonight.

But before I could even bend to what they wanted, the sickening sound of Walkers rolled through the store. We all heard it at once, soft and distant at first, then loud and overpowering. I pushed past Daryl to get a look at the door of the store. The bottle of vodka slipped out of my hand and shattered onto the ground when I saw the swarm of Walkers.

They were filling the streets by the hundreds, and my stupidity of dropping the glass bottle drew them to the store we were in. I stared in awe as they began to file into the open doors.

Oh fuck. I broke from my paralyzation in an instant and made a break towards Sasha, who was holding the back door open and shouting for me to hurry up. I ran through the door and skidded to a stop behind Daryl and Glenn, searching wildly for somewhere to run, but the streets were getting more crowded by the minute.

I followed lead of the others who were firing at any Walker that came close to us, but it became too much too fast. I was was pushed back by the Walkers until I had been completely separated. The last I saw of them was the angel winged vest that Daryl wore before I groaned out of frustration and had to take off in a sprint in order to get away.

There were too many of them for me to out run forever. So, my next solution was to get higher ground. I spotted a tiny balcony above one of the shop doors. It was one of those things that was for design only, not for someone to walk out on, so there was no door leading out to it. However, that wasn't stopping me from getting to it as I rammed my gun into my waistband and started climbing up the skinny support beam.

I rolled over the railing of the balcony and laid on my back, taking in shaking breaths. Where the hell had all of the Wakers come from? There were so many of them, how the fuck did they catch us by surprise like that. I should have been more focused on shit like that, not planning to drunk. I was so stupid sometimes. They all told me it was a bad idea and I distracted them by arguing. If I had just agreed then we might have seen the herd coming and gotten out before... Wait, where the fuck had the others gone gone?

I sat bolt upright and scanned the sea of the dead. My eyes darted around rapidly, but the others were no where to be seen. My heart clenched at the thought of them being ripped apart. I could hear what their screams would sound like. Sasha. Glenn. Daryl. It haunted me, making my shake uncontrollably and my breaths become shallow. This couldn't be happening.

The balcony I was on rocked slightly and I looked down to see that the Walkers were shaking the beams holding it up. If the others were dead, I would be joining them soon enough. I needed to break out a window and crawl into the building that the balcony was attached to, but I couldn't make myself move. I still had hope that they could be out there and I couldn't convince myself otherwise right now.

I heard the gunshot before I saw the source, and I couldn't breath when my eyes landed on Sasha on top of a nearby roof. She had out her rifle and was picking off Walkers that shook my balcony. I met her eyes hopefully and slowly Glenn came into view behind her.

But where the fuck was Daryl.

I asked the question with my eyes before it even got a chance to reach my lips, but Sasha's slight shake of her head told me that she had no idea where he was, or if he was alive.

I turned back to glazing over the crowded street, my heart sinking with every growl from the dead.

"Daryl!" I screamed for him, but I knew there would be no response.

No. Fuck no. Daryl couldn't be gone. He would never leave like that; he was too stubborn to go down that easily. I needed him. He might hate me for life and yell every sentence he speaks at me from now on but I couldn't care less right now. I wanted my tempered redneck back and I wanted him now. He couldn't be gone, I wouldn't allow it. He was all I had these days, never failing to call me out on my shit but always someone I could rely on, no matter what he said last night or how he had treated me today.

And that's when it hit me, I couldn't imagine a life without him.

Holy shit. I gulped at the realization. I was hopelessly falling hard for that son of a bitch. And the worst part was that he would never know it. Because he was fucking gone. Forever.

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thegreen1969pontiac · 5 years ago

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L’appel Du Vide Chapter 9- Can You Pass The Salt

Eventual Dean X OC

Summary: When Hope’s sister is killed in a less than a normal house fire, and Sam, her sister’s boyfriend, disappears with his brother after her death they’re her number one suspects. When the cops declare the case cold she begins her hunt for the Winchester boys. She follows them in hope for some evidence pointing to the death of her sister, but will she find more than just the cause and the killer? Will she find out more than she wanted to?

Warnings: Short chapter with no meaning.

Word Count: 1352

Turns out finding information about prison releases is harder than originally assumed. The second trial was done almost two months after the courthouse fire. Johnson's son, a boy named Elliot, was tried for aggravated arson and first-degree murder. He was convicted to jail for the rest of his pathetic life and the families of the people he had killed were consoled and the town had mostly forgotten about the whole issue. Although when driving past the empty mansion that sat on the top of the golf course people would whisper about the fire and Elliot and what had happened 25 years ago. it wasn't until recently that things had begun to stir again, the judge who had originally convicted the young kid is now releasing him on account to good behavior. I assume the good behavior also had something to do with the good money his father seemed to continue to hand out to anyone who asked but it seems that after Elliot's father passed away last month and the fortune was passed down to him awaits him the prize seemed not only to wait for Elliot but also for anyone who helped his case as well. After his release, the events following had begun the suspicion that took me to the sunny California town of Auburn, California. It was after reading about how the town was the birthplace of George and Lennie in the novel Of Mice and Men that I finally gave up my search in finding any additional information on the murders. It seemed that no one cared for the deaths of almost sixteen people but more for the stolen youth of an old money asshole.

The need for additional evidence and information was evident. It had gone in the newspaper only two days ago that the same judge had 'combusted' in the middle of a court hearing. Information was limited all that was said was that the man had literally gone up in flames. The event had peaked my suspicion, a man bursting into flames in the middle of something as mediocre as a hearing seemed similar to Jess' case.

The town was clean, I was quickly able to find the records pretty easily, the police station had them their basement. I went under the letter J in the 70's folder. The name Johnson came up more times than I could possibly count, I took the bunch of them and headed back to the hotel that I came from already missing the rose scented soap that they had in their clean bathroom.

My adventure through town was a short one full of mostly window shopping and cups of coffee at the local coffee shop. I was only halfway through all of the Johnson's filed in the boxes and on my third or fourth cup of coffee. It was sweet and sugar-filled, I skimmed through many of the Johnson files until finally, I came across something juicy. The other case files mainly consisted of speeding tickets or an occasional shoplifter, this one was an arson report. It was filed against Elliot Johnson, setting the field outside of town on fire. It was his first offense nothing after this seemed to imply anything jail worthy, apparently the kid got a taste of it and then couldn't stop.

The kid was pretty loaded, private everything, school, and life. He was the son of one of the old money guys someone who struck it rich and got lucky but blamed it on hard work. Elliot was captain of the football team, he got semi-good grades, and seemed to live a privileged life all around. I couldn't even begin to understand why this kid would throw it all away for something so destructive and aggressive. I guess that's why I'm here though to figure out what the hell this guy is doing. If this was some sick power play thing that Sam was into or if he truly just liked fire as Elliot did.

But as I sipped the lukewarm coffee I wondered how the hell this kid who just got out of jail managed to have this judge set himself on fire in such a way that there was no evidence to point to this result. I continued reading through this kid's file, the convictions continued with little evidence, leading to little punishment. Until finally, I came across the big one. The boy during one of his larger convictions paid off one of the jurors to set a fire. It must have been one big buck because the asshole died in the fire that he started, the kid escaped with the judge, and lawyer escaped the fiery terror that Elliot had created.

The coffee shop begins to close as the light of day drains out of Auburn, and I throw the file on top of the others ready to explore more. I fling open the door to Theo and put all of the papers in the passenger seat and plop myself into the familiar leather seat of Theo. I drive for only about ten minutes humming along to Billy Joel and tapping my fingers trying to put together the pieces of the story. Why the hell would Elliot, a man who just got out of jail try and murder the guy that got him out in the first place? The idea is lost to me and I eventually pull into the cleanly motel with a small smile my face happy to be greeted with good room service and fluffy white pillows and a working hot shower.

The room had been serviced and a mint sat on the pillow and everything was made again, the bed and new towels were put up, and new replacements of shampoo and conditioner were sitting on the counter top calling my name. I set the stacks of documents on the table near the window and close the blinds. I undress from my leather jacket and tight turtle neck undressing as I finally reach the shower and finally pulling off my boots and placing them right outside of the bathroom door. I grab the rose scented products and head into the shower.

The shower was warm, I stayed in there until my skin turned a brilliant shade of pink and then I finally got out. I dried my rose-smelling hair with the towel making the already visible waves more pronounced and I grabbed one of the fluffy towels, I wrapped it around myself and almost squealed when I saw that the motel also provided lotion in the same scent. I spent a good ten minutes slowly massaging the nice smelling lotion into my legs, and arms. I felt more relaxed than I had in a while, I felt content.

I looked at the darkening sky through the edge of the window and then to the ominous notes that lay in the files. I decided against the latter option and began my night rituals, I pulled my hair out of the hair twistie thing that I made out of the towel and made it hang from the bathroom door, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and pulled out my glasses which I placed next to my contact case. I had taken them out before I took a shower and was thankful to have my own eyes again. I brushed my teeth with some cheap toothpaste that I picked up at the convenience store only to find that it was cinnamon flavored. This seemed to be a silver lining though because after putting on my giant sweatshirt and a pair of sleep shorts I rediscovered the mint sitting on my pillow and ate it happily as I crawled into the neat bed.

I began to fall into the overwhelming darkness that I was met with and I began fiddling with my necklace, I felt a whiff of cold air and cuddled further into the sheets and blanket. I let sleep overtake me. I felt safe and I smiled.

It was as if my sister was looking down on me and smiling for the first time in months.

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evescole · 6 years ago

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In Too Deep // Bucky Barnes

word count: 2,450

pairing: (bucky barnes x natasha romanoff) x reader

warnings: angst & sadness, cursing, some dark thoughts, not a happy ending kids

summary: you finally reach a breaking point with bucky and his relationship with natasha

a/n: oh look eva’s writing about her life again. this literally sucks sorry i’ve been so inactive the words just don’t wanna work rn. inspired off the song In Too Deep by Why Don’t We. part two for Dancing On My Own!

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The weeks following your revelation to Steve didn’t get any better. In fact, it only got worse.

Your emotions had overwhelmed you full force leaving no escape at all from what you were feeling about Bucky. Your thoughts constantly wondered to your two best friends, curious as to what they were doing behind closed doors and if they remembered who you were at all.

Conversations with Natasha were easy as anything but when it came to Bucky, you couldn’t breathe. Speaking to him made you stumble and tense up. You wanted to do nothing but cry. You knew you didn’t mean anything to him near what Natasha did, and it hurt. At this point, you just wanted a friendship. You wanted him to acknowledge you and be there, even if you weren’t by Natasha’s side.

As someone who completely loved physical attention whether it be hugs, holding hands, soft touches, anything, it was hard to stay away from Bucky. The ex-soldier had totally come out of his shell and generally warmed up to the idea of physical affection, something he was sure to give Natasha each and every second possible. It hurt your heart to watch her push him aside when she wasn’t in the mood to be touched, knowing your skin was aching to feel whatever he would give.

“I’m done,” Natasha’s voice was loud and clear as she stormed into your room, anger evident in her features. “I’m so fucking done.”

You frowned at her current state. “Why? What happened?”

The redhead paced back and forth for a few moments before settling herself on your bed. “I love him, Y/N, I really do, but,” She sighed deeply as she tried to regain her composure. “He just can’t see that he’s wrong for once.”

You chuckled and moved your gaze back to your tablet. “Yeah, I can tell. His head’s always up his ass, Nat. We know that.”

“And I get that,” She exasperated, “But he doesn’t get that I’m trying and as much as I want to spend time with him, I have things to do. Training, you, the rest of the team, I just-”

“It’s balancing,” You hummed as you pushed your device away, knowing the following talk wasn’t going to end pretty. “That’s what happens in a relationship. You balance.”

“He said you don’t matter as much as he does,” She whispered as if she didn’t want to tell you, but felt obligated. “We were fighting on the way back from the club and he said he should be my top priority before you.”

The air slipped from your throat at her words. They hit your conscious harder than they should’ve. You constantly reminded yourself that Natasha and Bucky were the ones in the relationship, that it wasn’t you and you couldn’t push yourself in. As much as you wanted Bucky to hug you and cuddle you and be concerned about you, Natasha would always be his top priority. Now, he was just putting your thoughts into reality.

“Oh.” Your eyes burned with tears but you stopped yourself from crying. You knew deep down you shouldn’t care. They didn’t care about your feelings anywhere near as much as you cared for theirs. “Well, I mean, that’s fine.”

You were constantly worried about not being enough, of losing the people you valued the most in your life, and Bucky just threw that right in your face without a second thought. You couldn’t tell Natasha that, though. You couldn’t reveal to her that you cared about Bucky more than just a friend, ever.

The next time your feelings were torn apart came a bit sooner than you liked. You had been filing papers with Wanda per Tony’s request thanks to his secretary being sick that week. Bucky decided he had nothing better to do with his Friday night since Natasha was on a mission and stayed to watch you work.

You were beginning to grow frustrated with the amount of papers Tony wanted organized, the stack seemingly never ending. Music played softly from your tablet on the table but your nerves were too fried to even bother.

Bucky had thrown himself on the couch in Tony’s office, his phone hovering inches from his face as the light reflected off of him. When you got close enough, you could practically drown in the scent of his cologne as you inhaled deeply.

“Hey, did anyone go with Nat when she left this morning?” His voice almost echoed through the silent room.

“Why? Jealous it wasn’t you?” Wanda joked as she shoved a file in the drawer. A chuckle escaped your lips at her words as you bit back a witty remark that would only add to his already grumpy mood.

“Why do you laugh like that?” Bucky moved his phone from his face to mock the noise that you made. “It sounds so weird.”

Wanda glanced at you, frowning at the clear presence of sadness on your face. Bucky’s comments were usually sarcastic and out of context but he seemed to be in a particular mood today. This wasn’t the first insult he had thrown at you either. They had been constant since the moment he entered the room and it didn’t look like he was stopping any time soon.

“Bucky,” The redhead snapped, disbelief clear on her face. “Why are you being so mean to her?”

Bucky laughed, his charming face crinkling with the action as he looked to you. “She knows I’m just joking. Right, doll?”

You hummed a response as you focused on the papers in your hand. It wasn’t worth speaking up because you knew he didn’t care. Obviously he was speaking honestly and maybe, just maybe, the insults would help change your feelings towards the super soldier.

This insulting behavior continued on all the way up to the holidays. Thanksgiving allowed the team a few days to visit family and not train or go on missions and you were fully prepared to use it to your advantage. Each day was planned with Natasha, both of you excited to spend the days off with each other to catch up and relax. It was her idea to include Bucky, something you found yourself okay with despite what you knew was right.

You didn’t like the fact that Bucky and Natasha had such a major influence on your emotions like they did. You wanted to be fine without them and to not wonder what they were doing alone, but you couldn’t help it. It also didn’t put you in a better position that Natasha told you more details about their relationship than she probably should.

You ended up curled up on the couch as a comedy movie played across the screen. Natasha was cuddled up in Bucky’s arms just inches from you as they laughed. Pulling the blanket closer as you glanced at them, your happy attitude started to crumble apart.

The sound of a text filled the room as Nat pulled her phone from the couch cushion, a small grin on her face. You ignored it and kept your attention on the movie, figuring it was probably Clint. The noise resounded again, this time Bucky grabbing his. A frown pushed at your lips as you saw Natasha’s name on the screen.

They were texting about you.

A pit settled in your stomach as you watched them exchange messages, oblivious to the fact that you could see right over their shoulders. Once you reached your limit, you stood up and grabbed your stuff before leaving the room without even saying goodbye.

The moment your bedroom door shut behind you, the tears broke loose. It didn’t matter that you were freezing in the cold of your room, or that your phone was dead next to you and you were starving. You couldn’t believe that they did that to you. You always gave them the benefit of the doubt, seeing as they were two of your best friends but damn.

Maybe they didn’t deserve you after all.

“What’s wrong?”

Bucky’s voice was a shock to you as you froze in your spot. You didn’t want to speak to him, not now. Your thoughts had been tearing into you all day long and you couldn’t handle having a conversation with the person causing it.

“Nothing,” You answered as you skipped the song playing on your tablet. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” Bucky sat down next to you on the couch and pulled the device from your hand. “Talk to me.”

You sighed and leaned back against the cushions, finding it interesting that he only wanted to talk to you when it was convenient for him. “Just overthinking.”

“About what?” He pressed as he looked back at you.

“Long story,” You mumbled, hoping it would push him away. It did the exact opposite.

“I’m ready to hear it.” When you didn’t continue talking, he sighed, “Y/N, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want you to tell me.”

Pulling your knees to your chest, you released some of the thoughts haunting you, including parts of your fears of losing him and Nat. You were embarrassed to have let the idea even in your mind, knowing it would be better if you cut them both out no matter how much you didn’t want to.

“You’re never going to lose me and Nat, I promise,” Bucky consoled as he set your tablet aside. “No matter what happens, we’re always going to be here for you. And I know it’s scary being in your head, but you can always talk to me. That way you’re not alone and nothing bad happens.”

That was it. That’s what hurt. The fact that he said you could always come to him but you knew. Oh, you knew that only applied when Nat wasn’t around. If she was there, you were invisible to him, and you couldn’t even be surprised anymore.

It continued like this for a while. Bucky and Nat would argue, you’d hear about it from both of them, they’d make up, and you’d be thrown in the shadows until you were relevant again. It was tearing you down with each confrontation or minute spent near them. You didn’t know how much longer you would last before you broke down and just spilled to them.

Your friends and family constantly reminded you that neither Bucky nor Natasha deserved your attention and love, and even you knew that, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. The good times were so valuable, so memorable that you didn’t want to even think about losing them. They truly brought you out of your shell, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

You tried to distract yourself by jumping head first into constant training with your other teammates and any little chance you could find to escape the compound. It began to get easier. You felt a little lighter, like things were slowly getting back on track since you weren’t hovering over everyone’s favorite couple.

Then, it just happened. You couldn’t stop it. You didn’t mean for it, but it did.

Bucky approached you one day, curious as to why you had been pulling away and dead set on getting an answer. He seemed hurt and it set off a burn inside you to see him feeling even an ounce of what you had been through.

“Did we do something wrong?” He interrogated as he followed you to the training room. “You just stopped talking to us.”

You ignored him as you pulled your hair up before going to tie your shoes. If you spoke even a word, you weren’t going to be able to shut up.

“Y/N!” He groaned as you stood up and walked towards the treadmill. You could hear him huff and before you knew it, you were being spun around. “Answer me!”

“What do you want, James?” You shouted back as you clenched your hands in his grip. “How much more of me are you going to use before you let me break?”

The anger was instantly replaced with confusion as he loosened his grip slightly. “What do you-”

“I’m exhausted, Bucky! I can’t win with you! You only talk to me when you need someone and other than that, your attention is on Natasha. And I get it, I really do. She’s your girlfriend, but fuck, I thought I was your friend!” You didn’t bother stopping the tears streaming down your cheeks as you let all of your pent up emotions burst. “You guys act like you don’t want me around and I can’t keep tearing myself up over this!”

Yanking your hands from his grip, you brushed against his shoulder as you stormed past him. His footsteps were right behind you, despite your desire to be left alone.

“Don’t walk away from me!” He jumped in front of you, stopping your escape. “Come on. Talk to me. Natasha’s worried and so am I. We just want-”

You scoffed, “Oh, you’re worried? That’s new.”

Bucky sighed and brushed your anger off as best as he could. “We care about you, Y/N. I don’t know why you think we-”

“I sit here and I suffer and you can’t get your head out of your ass to just look at me for once!” You snapped, “Bucky, I don’t think you get it. I don’t want to be here anymore. And not just the compound, I don’t want to be on this planet anymore! It’s. Not. Worth. It.”

Bucky stepped back with shock evident in his features. You hadn’t even mentioned anything to him about the way you had been feeling, but then again, why would you? After what he and Natasha had done to you, he couldn’t blame you. He just wished you would’ve said something sooner.

His lack of response was enough of an answer for you. You just shook your head and gave him a sad smile. “Goodbye, James.”

The sound of your shoes against the floor was almost nonexistent as Bucky stood there. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed as he just relieved the argument and every interaction he’s had with you since he and Natasha became a thing. His chest started to feel heavy with guilt as he realized what they had put you through. It was no wonder that you snapped.

With a deep breath, he began walking. Not after you, though. No.

He had a date with Natasha, after all.

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bob-giovanni · 6 years ago

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I’ll Cover You - Part 17

Characters: Simon X OFC

Summary: Emily gets news about her attempt to get her job back. Simon offers Emily another option.

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Angst, Smut

Notes: While there is condom free sex in this chapter I feel like I need to say that you should always be safe and wrap it up.

Emily had been spending almost everyday at Simon’s house. Simon definitely wasn’t complaining. It was nice having someone to come home to. He was a little worried about her. She was having trouble trying to get her job at the clinic back. She’d spent hours on the phone with a woman name Monica who was handling her case but it was going nowhere fast and it was really wearing down Emily’s spirit. Hopefully things would get better. Simon texted Emily when he was on his way home from the club. He decided to stop on his way and get Chinese food for dinner. When he got home, Emily was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. “Shit.” Simon thought to himself. He set the food down on the coffee table and sat down next Emily, rubbing her back soothingly. “What’s going on, babe?” He asked softly. Emily let out a deep sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s over.”

Simon furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” Emily shook his head. “I just got off the phone with Monica. There’s nothing she can do. It’s my word against Dr. Bennett’s and there’s no security camera footage. The cameras conveniently weren’t working for a few hours the day I got fired so there’s no proof that I didn’t do anything wrong. Monica said even if she could get me my job back I’d have a target on my back. Dr. Bennett would look for any little fuck up to fire me again.” “Didn’t she interview your coworkers?” Emily nodded. “And they all vouched for me. Amanda even said that she knew that Dr. Bennett was reaching out to other clinics and telling them not to hire me. Which Monica did say she can get her to stop doing because it’s illegal. So at least I have a shot of getting a job at another clinic. But the closest clinic to here that’s hiring is almost an hour away.”

Simon sighed softly. “Listen. I know that this is a really shitty situation but why don’t we do this…let’s put this aside for right now. It’s Friday. Let’s take the weekend and just hang out just the two of us. Then starting on Monday apply for jobs. But take this time to relax and unwind, ok?” Emily smiled softly and nodded. “Ok.” Simon reached into the bag of food and pulled out a container, handing it to Emily. “Here. I got you your favorite.” Emily took the container and a pair of chopsticks before leaning over to kiss Simon’s cheek. “Thank you, baby.” She opened the container and leaned back against the couch as she ate. “So tell me about your day. Help me keep my mind off of things.” Simon nodded as he swallowed his first bite of food. “Alright.” He told Emily about his day as they ate. After they finished eating Simon got rid of their trash and sat back down with Emily so they could watch TV. After a few hours Emily yawned and stretched a bit. “Mm, are you sleepy?” Simon checked the time and nodded. “Yeah, actually I am.” They headed up to bed. Simon stripped down to his underwear. Emily stripped naked before pulling on a sleep shirt and climbing into bed. She cuddled up to Simon who wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “Do you have to work tomorrow?” She asked softly. “I have to go in for a couple of hours in the morning but then I’m all yours the rest of the day?” Emily grinned. “Mm, good.” She kissed Simon’s cheek. “Love you.” “Love you too. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Around 8AM the next morning Simon awoke and slowly got out of bed, making sure not to wake Emily. He quietly got dressed before heading out to work. Luckily he finished up quicker than expected so he stopped on his way home to get himself and Emily breakfast. While he was driving home he thought about something one of his front of house managers said this morning. One of the waitresses who was out on maternity had said she decided not to come back. On top of that a couple of other waiters left for other jobs. They’d been making do with the waitresses that were left but the club was getting busier and busier and the wait staff was getting burnt out. Simon had to do something so he decided to have a job fair within the next couple of weeks. He was going to call all the managers together to organize it when he went back in on Monday. When he got home Emily was just waking up. Her hair was a mess and it made Simon laugh a little. He held up a bag from Chik-fil-a and Emily smiled sleepily. “Chicken biscuits?” Simon nodded and kicked his shoes off before climbing into bed so they could eat.

When Simon finished eating he turned to Emily. “So I had an idea I wanted to run by you.” Emily looked over at him “What’s up?” “Well we’ve been a little short staffed lately with a few of the wait staff leaving. I was planning on organizing a job fair with the managers. But is that something you’d be interested in doing?” Emily quirked an eyebrow. “What? Being a waitress?” Simon nodded. “I don’t know. I’ve never considered it before.” “It’d be a lot of hard and I can’t give you special treatment obviously. You’d be paid the same as everyone else and you’d have to work some crappy shifts. But I was thinking since you mentioned that you wanna go back to school so you can become a vet, maybe working an unconventional schedule would be better. Plus you’re attractive so I’m sure you’d clean up in tips.” Simon said with a smirk. Emily laughed softly. “Can I think about it?” “Yes, definitely. By no means am I telling you that you have to take it. I was just floating it out there as an option.” Emily smiled. “Well thank you for looking out for me.”

The weekend flew by pretty quickly which made Emily sad. She was having a really good time with Simon. They went to the park, saw a movie, had dinner at new Italian restaurant in town, and had romantic bubble bath. It was really a perfect weekend. Sunday night rolled around and they were laying naked in bed just staring up at the ceiling while they caught their breath. Emily placed her hand on Simon’s chest and pushed herself up a bit. “I wanna do it.” She said. Simon looked over at her. “Do what?” “Work at the club. I thought about it and you’re right. I wanna go back to school and finish getting my degree so I can become a vet. I was never gonna be able to do that working at the clinic. This could be really good for me.” Simon smiled and leaned over to kiss Emily softly. “That’s great. You’re not doing this to make me happy, right?” Emily shook her head. “No. I’m doing this for me.” “Wonderful. I have to leave here tomorrow around 9AM. Why don’t you come by the club around noon and I’ll help you fill out all the paperwork.” “Ok.” Emily kissed Simon before placing her head on his chest and quickly falling asleep.

The next morning Simon headed to the club. He grabbed Chris who was one of the managers and pulled him aside. “Hey so I just wanted to let you know that Emily is gonna take one of the waitressing positions. She’s coming in later to fill out the paperwork.” Chris nodded. “Ok. I thought she was working at an animal hospital?” Simon nodded. “She was. But she wants to go back to school and get her degree so she can become a vet herself. She couldn’t do that working the hours she worked there. It’ll be easier for her to go back to school while working here since it’s a little more flexible.” Chris nodded and smiled. “Alright, great. What’s her training schedule gonna be?” Simon shrugged. “You’re gonna be her manager so whatever you think is best.” Chris looked a bit confused. “Oh. I’m sorry. I just assumed that you would be, like, involved.” Simon shook his head. “She doesn’t want any special treatment and I don’t want to look like I’m giving her special treatment. So scheduling and all of that will be up to you just like it would be with anyone else.” Chris nodded. “Alright, sounds good.”

Simon headed back to his office to work on some things while he waited for Emily. A little before noon Emily entered the club. She smiled at the hostess before heading back to Simon’s office. She knocked on the door before gently pushing the door open. “Hey, handsome.” Simon smiled when he saw her standing there. He stood and walked around to Emily and leaned down to kiss her. “Hey, beautiful.” Simon went to a filing cabinet and pulled out some papers before motioning for Emily to sit at his desk. “Here. This is all the standard paperwork. Chris is gonna be your manager. He’s gonna set up your training schedule. He’ll probably have you start next Sunday since Sundays are our slowest day. It’ll be easier to train you. But it’s not rocket science. I’m sure you’ll pick up on everything pretty quickly.” Emily say down and started to fill out the paperwork in front of her. Simon opened his office door and called out for Chris. “Can you grab Emily some shirts and a couple of aprons?” “Sure thing, boss man.”

Just as Chris walked away, a young woman, probably around Emily’s age walked up to Simon. “Si, we need to talk. I can’t keep working these morning shifts. Do you know how many people sit at the bar before 2PM? Not many. I’m making like no tips. It isn’t fair!” Simon sighed softly. “Tony is your manager, Sheila, you need to talk to him.” “I did.” “What did he say?” “He said that I’m on probation still.” Simon nodded. “Well then there’s your answer.” “It’s not fair, Simon! It feels like I’m being punished.” Simon was clearly annoyed. He raised his voice a bit and spoke more forcefully. “Probation is a punishment, Sheila. You stole from the till. You’re lucky I didn’t fire your ass. Now quit complaining and get back to work or leave. Those are your options.” “This is bullshit.” The woman mumbled before walking off. Seeing Simon put his foot down was kind of a turn on for Emily. She’d never seen get worked up like that before. She bit her lip as she crossed her legs and continued filling out her paperwork.

Just as Simon was about to shut the door, Chris came back and handed him a few shirts and a couple of aprons for Emily. “Thanks, Chris.” He nodded and waved at Emily. “Hey, Emily.” She smiled and waved back. “Hey, Chris.” “Listen I’ll have your training schedule ready later this week. I’ll call you to let you know when your first day. is that ok?” Emily nodded. “That sounds great, thank you.” Chris turned and headed back out to the front. Simon shut the office door and Emily finished up her paperwork. Simon placed the stack of clothing on his desk and sighed. “I’m sorry you had to see that exchange with Sheila.” Emily shook her head and stood as she walked around the front of the desk. “Don’t be. Seeing you get all authoritative and shit was kinda sexy.” Simon smirked. “Authoritative and shit? Is that the technical term?” Emily laughed softly. “Yeah it is, asshole.” Simon laughed as he leaned down to kiss Emily. She kissed him deeply as she ran her hands down his chest and down over his crotch. Simon pulled back a bit. “What are you doing?” He said, sounding concerned. Emily walked over and locked Simon’s office door. “What? You’ve never had sex in here before?” She asked as she started to slowly unbutton Simon’s shirt.

Simon swallowed and licked his lips. “No I haven’t. And as much as I want to I don’t have any condoms in here.” Emily started to kiss along Simon’s chest. “I guess you better make sure you don’t cum inside me then.” Simon groaned and pushed Emily back against the wall and kissed her passionately as he ran his hands down her back and grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Emily whimpered against Simon’s lips. As they deepened the kiss, Emily kicked off her shoes and quickly pushed her jeans down before starting to work on Simon’s pants. As soon as Simon’s pants and underwear were down, Emily started to stroke Simon’s member. He moaned softly as he pushed Emily’s panties down. “We have to be quiet.” He said softly. Emily nodded. “I know.” Simon leaned down and put his hands behind Emily’s knees before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pressed his member to entrance for a moment before slowly pushing into her. Emily’s eyes rolled back. Feeling Simon inside her without a condom on was such an incredible feeling. She bit her lip as she adjusted herself a bit and wrapped her arms around Simon’s neck.

After a moment Simon started to thrust slowly. This was the first time they were having sex without a condom and Simon had thought that sex with Emily couldn’t get any better until now. After taking things slow for a few moments Simon sped up his thrusts. This was a new position for Emily and it felt amazing. She was biting her lip hard to keep her moans to a minimum but it was hard. Both because it felt so good and because she usually very vocal in bed. Simon wasn’t helping things either. He pressed his lips to Emily’s ear. “Does that feel good, baby? You like having me cock deep inside your tight pussy?” He practically growled in her ear. Emily whimpered and nodded. “Fuck yeah. I love it, baby. I love it so much.” Simon started to thrust faster and harder. He could feel himself starting to get close. Emily had her face buried in Simon’s neck in an effort to quiet herself. Simon held Emily’s hips as he thrust even harder. “Fuck, I’m close…I’m gonna cum, baby.” He moaned before pulling out of Emily. She unhooked her legs and quickly dropped to her knees, taking the head of Simon’s cock in her mouth and stroking his member a few times before he came, thrusting his hips into her mouth a bit as he did. Simon panted as he looked down at Emily. She swallowed Simon’s load before making a show of licking her lips. Simon groaned softly.

She stood and leaned up to kiss Simon. “Your turn.” She said before sitting in his chair and spreading her legs, draping them over the arms of the chair. Simon immediately dropped to his knees and began flicking his tongue over Emily’s clit. She threaded her fingers through Simon’s hair and placed her free hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet. In no time Emily’s thighs were trembling. She’d been close already and Simon was so good at this, he knew exactly what she liked and how to get her over the edge quickly. Simon began to suck Emily’s clit and that was the last push she needed. She bit the palm of her hand as she arched her back and came. Simon looked up at her and smirked. “Damn, that was hot.” Emily panted softly and grinned. She sat up and leaned down to kiss Simon deeply. Simon stood and pulled his pants back on while Emily did the same. Once they were redressed Emily walked over to Simon and kissed him softly. “See you at home, boss.” She said with a grin. Simon smirked and shook his head. “You’re having too much fun with this already.” “I always have fun.” She winked before leaving the office. Simon sat at his desk and smirked. He was gonna think of Emily every time he sat in this chair and he was perfectly ok with that.

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Electric Seduction; Prologue

Well hello beauties. This is a short intro to set the premise of the story and to introduce you to the setting and the main OC. Feel free to let me know your thoughts and ideas honeys. I’m still in the early stages of planning so none of my ideas are set in stone so you never know, you can inspire me :3 x No content warnings

The rain was unforgiving as it belted down, soaking everything in its path. Automatic rain shields had been triggered seconds after the storm started, covering most of the streets, protecting those unfortunate to be out in such weather. They spread across the roads, creating a transparent sheet over the roads and the pavements keeping everything dry. But in her misfortune she had come to an area without a rain shield over her head. “Would you like some assistance?” She whirled around where she stood, her wet red hair flicking droplets of water onto the man’s face. Well, he looked like a man, he had the face, the voice, the build of a man but the reality was different. Inside of him were machines - man made machines - programs that wired him to speak and act like a man - like a human. He was an older model, she could tell from the glassy look of his eyes, the artificial look in them and the way he was dressed. She frowned at him slightly, shaking her head. “No, thank you.” She turned back to the map in hopes that he would disperse, leave her be. “You’re wet, I can assist you.” He insisted, his voice was level, it was devoid of emotion and it was nails on a chalkboard. “I’m quite fine.” She snarled at him. She pushed him away as he came towards her and he stumbled backwards. She watched with detest as he apologised and walked on away from her. Her luggage at her feet getting wetter by the minute and her ginger cat meowing like a stuck record in his cage didn’t make matters easier. She turned back to the large screen in front of her that displayed a map of the city - her new city. She had a dry apartment waiting for her in the outskirts - the further away from civilisation, the better. She was moving, she felt like she had no choice in the matter, a new survey had been conducted revealing humanity in her old city had dropped to 17%. She couldn’t bare to be in a place run by the things she so deeply despised. Everywhere she went she was the minority, everyone she had come to know was a piece of metal and synthetic skin, nothing was truly real anymore. She raised her hand back to the monitor and zoomed in with her fingers onto her path muttering the directions to herself, remembering them. She resumed her soaking wet journey with her suitcase and cat in tow, hoping that soon she would be in the comfort of their new home. She cursed herself for not bringing a rain jacket, she could feel the chill sinking into her bones the water drenching her olive skin. She hurried along the long road, pleased that she was somewhat on the right track. ~~~ She couldn’t help the feeling of warm comfort that spread through her body at the realisation that the woman at reception was indeed a real woman. They exchanged smiles, her luggage being carted off by someone who unfortunately wasn’t human, Nacho in his cage staring ‘on guard’ at the stranger who whisked him away. Once presented with her new apartment key card she made her way to the elevators. She couldn’t wait to settle in, cuddle and dry her cat in the privacy of her new home. She prayed she had a bath, she felt like she deserved one. As she reached for the button her daze was broken by a male voice hesitantly calling out her name. She turned around and a man was padding over to her cautiously. “Daughter of Ron Bridges?” He continued She couldn’t help but nod at the familiality of the name, despite how out of touch she was with her father. He removed his hat, revealing his heavily lined middle aged face and receding hairline - human. “Would you mind letting me up with you for a chat?” He was timid, speaking to her with a very soft voice. “It’s not a convenient time.” She replied with slight hostility, he may know who she was but she had never seen this man in her life. “I’m afraid, for news like this there never is a convenient time.” There was a tone in his voice, a tone of underlying sadness. She stared at him, unable to ignore the heaviness in her heart. “Who are you?” “I’m your father’s solicitor.” She gulped, her world slowing down. The wetness of her hair didn’t seem too much of a big deal anymore. She nodded finally, pressing the elevator button waiting for her ride up. “Give me 10 minutes and then I’ll buzz you up.” She hoped that was the right terminology. “I’d like to get out of my wet clothes.” She had never lived in an apartment building. She house shared - though it was rare to live in a house with all the advances in technology and the rise of the cyborg population as well as humans it was easier to live in apartments. The man nodded and she stepped inside the elevator. It was a long ride up, more to do with how her mind raced with jumbled thoughts and feelings. She reached her floor when the doors pinged open she started in the direction the small arrow pointed her in, directing the right way to her apartment. Not long before she had been excited to open the door to what she hoped would be a new fresh start but the man downstairs had taken that away from her. She fumbled with her keycard before hovering it over the red light of the reader. She opened the door after the light turned green, not expecting her cat to come scurrying to her feet. She gasped held her leg out to stop him running free through the hall. “Who let you out?” She mused as she closed the door securely behind her. She walked through an extravagant kitchen, a small living space with sofas, the windows floor to ceiling with a grey tint that offered privacy from air traffic. She picked up Nacho, hugging his body to her chest as she walked through her new home. A spiral staircase at the side of the room spiked her curiosity and couldn’t stop herself from exploring. Upstairs was a grand, plush king bed she was lucky to have scored after being told she was fortunate to be upgraded for less rent. There was a dim pink haze over the bedroom from the interchangeable lights on the ceiling. The bedroom was long, opening up to a living area with bright green sofas and a TV that was 4 foot wide embedded into the wall. Next to it was a balcony with a retractable security shield around the entire structure, she needed one for her Nacho so he was safe to explore without her supervision. She put him down on the plush black carpet, regretting her choice of colour considering his bright shade of fur. She baited her excitement as she passed her suitcase on her floor as she padded to what looked to be her bathroom. She inspected herself in the mirror and she sighed. Her red hair a mass of messy curls on her crown would take more than just a simple pat down. She found her intercom, readying herself for some gravitating news from the mysterious solicitor. She hadn’t spoken to her father all that much, they sent each other birthday wishes, that was as far as it went. She moved out when she was eligible, the resentment she had for her robotic step mother becoming too much to handle. The resentment she had for her father owning countless cyborgs to work for him even as servants became too much. She couldn’t hate him as she tried, but they had to live with their differences. She found Nacho’s food and water bowls in her suitcase and placed them on the shielded balcony for him to eat and drink from. Along with one of his many beds and scratching posts to help him settle, with that done she moved downstairs to accompany the patient solicitor. “Your father passed away a few days ago.” She had expected the words, she had prepared herself to hear them but when they were there, when they were out dangling on thin strings in the air she realised she wasn’t prepared at all. She took a long breath, her fingers picking at the smooth artificial leather of her new furniture. A cascade of emotions hit her all at once. “Wha-- Uh.” She cleared her throat, feeling it close with emotion as she tried to hold herself together in front of the stranger. “How?” He looked somewhat surprised at her composure but she thought grimly that he should know as her father’s solicitor that they didn’t have the typical father and daughter dynamic. He placed his briefcase on the oval glass coffee table in front of them. “Undiagnosed liver cancer they believe.” She bit her top lip, pulling it into her mouth as her knuckles whitened in her lap as she fisted her fingers together. She tried to breathe steadily through her nose as her whole body twinged with sorrow. “And what of his wife?” She asked, her voice cold. “She gives you her best wishes and hopes you’ll be at the funeral on Thursday.” Hope? She felt bitter at the word, implying her cyborg of a step mum could be capable at feeling anything besides high class seduction programs. She was a highly recommended sex cyborg that was gifted in areas of human pleasure and her father had sought to marry her when her mother went astray with her own affair. Both of her parents disgusted her. “I have his will and testament with me.” He said next, feeling like it was okay to carry on with her tense silence. “I don’t want anything.” She quickly snapped. What he said, the motion of her father’s will made it real. It was too much. She wiped away the evidence of her loss of her emotions as quickly as she could as her tears flew down her cheeks. “He’s left you with money.” He began, ignoring her outburst with a sad smile. “The house has been left to his widowed wife. He’s also left you with some property.” “Give it to her.” She snarled, referring to her step mother. “She can have it all.” The solicitor paused, looking up from his files with a sigh. She wiped her face as he stared at her with pity. “The property your father had by law cannot be passed on to her even if he wished it to. As she is a robotic, she can’t own other cyborgs.” “Robots?” She repeated with disbelief. “I thought you said he had property?” “His property is a cyborg, Miss.” She felt a chill rip through her body. “So, what I own a bunch of robots now? Is that what you’re telling me?” “Just one.”

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Scalpel & SHIELD: Chapter 4 - An Unexpected Visitor

Georgetown, Washington DC, 2002

William had babbled and gurgled for the first leg of the nearly hour drive back to Georgetown, but had well and truly nodded off by the time that they hit the DC metro limits. As she cruised through the streets towards the same, comfortable apartment she had lived in since she’d moved to the city, she hoped that she’d be able to keep him out long enough to get him inside and into bed. That was getter harder and harder to do now that he was over a year old, growing like a weed. Gone were the days when she could just sneak him in his car seat and slip him into his crib.

She pulled into the quiet drive, the same spot she’d had for years. Scully was a fixture in the building at this point, the crazy FBI agent who always had weirdos breaking into her place. She single-handedly had been the cause for the upgrade in security around the apartment, which in and of itself wasn’t a horrible thing, but she was certain her neighbors felt much better now that she no longer worked a job so dangerous that they had to fear that strangers were lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting targets.

Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they weren’t there, either.

She noticed him almost as soon as her headlights ran across the quiet, unmarked sedan sitting serenely by the trash bins. It wasn’t precisely a parking spot there, but visitors often liked to use it if they were only there for a short time, and the manager rarely made a fuss about it. Still, while people liked parking there, it was rare they sat in their cars, slumped in the seat, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Scully may no longer be an FBI agent, but she wasn’t an idiot.

She pulled into her spot, glancing in her rearview mirror towards the car and the occupant. He sat up after she had parked, and she could see at least part of his face through the darkened windshield.

Quietly and as coolly as she could, she reached across to the glove compartment, where her Smith and Wesson lay under a pile of registration papers, a spare diaper, and one of William’s stuffed toys. She carefully pulled it and the holster, clipping it under her light jacket as she stepped out, half an eye on the car in the back as she rounded to where William was still out like a light. As she did, the man in the car opened his door.

She spared him a glance as she opened passenger’s side, busying herself with gathering William’s scattered things. In reality, she was watching the man as she tugged at his sport coat, buttoning it neatly in front of him. He was an inconspicuous enough person, the sort you’d expect in a special agent: pleasant features, serious demeanor, strong jaw, dark haired, not too tall, not too small, the sort of pleasant attractiveness that didn’t draw attention to himself. The typical agent type. But from where? FBI would just call her or show up at her door, they’d not be secretive about it. The CIA, maybe, but why in the world would they want to play cloak-and-dagger games with her? The same applied to the NSA. This left only one group, really, one she’d hoped would leave her the hell alone since she stepped away from the X-files. She had no wish to play in Spender’s sick games anymore, and he’d better stay the hell away from her son.

“Excuse me,” he called, as her hand tightened on the handle of William’s overnight bag. She set it on the ground, looking around her SUV at him.

“Yes?” Her hands wandered to her hips, the impatient mother trying to get her child into the house. She slid the right one ever so closely to the small of her back, where her holster lay.

He smiled, a pleasant smile, all things considered. “I saw you driving up with the little one. I thought I could help.”

Little one? Scully doubted there was any way in hell he could have seen William’s car seat in the back, especially in the twilight. “I think I’m good, thanks.”

“You sure? I mean, I can help carry something inside.” He continued forward, all careful concern. Scully didn’t hesitate to let her right hand whip behind her back. Before he had another step, her weapon was trained on him, pointed right in the middle of his kindly, concerned face.

“You can also stop where you are and tell me who you work for.” She barely raised her voice above a whisper, desperate to keep William asleep and not in the middle of this. Her heart thumped painfully as she stepped away from the car, closer to the stranger who took a step back, hands slowly moving upwards, palms out.

“Easy! I was just offering to help.”

“Convenient, as you were also hiding out in an unmarked sedan behind my building, waiting for me to arrive back home. Why?”

Something flickered across his stoic face for a moment, but he only sighed. “Look, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Do I look scared?” She flicked the safety off her gun. The man swallowed hard.

“I’d read your file. I knew you were good, but...perhaps I underestimated things.”

“My file?” She knew it. She almost rolled her eyes with the predictability of it. “Who are you with? The CIA? NSA? Can’t be the Bureau, they’d just come by my office to bother me.”

“None of those, no.” His calm demeanor barely flickered as she raised her aim even higher. “I’m not from any US based agency. I work for something more international.”

“Interpol?”

“Close. SHIELD.”

Well, that was unexpected.

She lowered her gun, flicking the safety back on. The man raised a dark eyebrow archly and she wondered if that was what his relieved expression was.

“What does the likes of SHIELD want with me?”

“To talk to you, Doctor Scully. That’s all. Your work has caught our attention and they are interested in you.”

She considered. It was Sunday evening, and here he was, lurking outside of her apartment. If he wanted to kill her and take her son, he could. So far, he seemed on the level.

“Well, if you are offering to help me, you can take the suitcase and his diaper bag.”

This brought a hint of a smile to his expression as he gladly took the items from her, waiting patiently for her to unhook William from his seat. He barely whimpered as she cuddled him close on her hip, keys replacing her hand gun. She jerked her head, a silent request for him to follow her as she led the way to the front of the building, where her apartment door lay.

Once inside, she nodded towards the living room as she carried her sleeping son, warm and snuggly, into his room. Whoever her guest was, he’d have to wait as she stripped William down ,out of his clothes, and changed him into pajamas. William barely woke enough to whine pathetically as she cooed at him, smoothing dark curls off his forehead as she settled him into his bed. He rolled over, asleep again before she even wandered away.

The stranger stood by her fireplace, studying the photos above, a motley collection of pictures of her family over the decades. She noted him studying in particular one of William’s hospital photos, when he was little more than a scrunched up face swaddled in blankets, a tiny hat covering his dark head. The old fear and apprehension rose within her, her fingers itching for her weapon once more.

“What does SHIELD want with the likes of me?”

He spun around, a polite smile on his face. “Why wouldn’t they?” He gestured to her comfortable armchair. “May I have a seat?”

She nodded as he settled across from her couch where she chose to sit, watching him as if he were a suspect, liable to strike at any moment. “I don’t believe you gave me your name.”

“Agent Phil Coulson.” He reached inside his blazer as Scully tensed, but he merely produced a simple card emblazoned with the name ‘Philip Coulson” in black text. To the left, the stylized seal of an eagle was produced in silvery gray, surrounded by the full name of the organization he claimed to be from, the “Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division”.

“I always felt it was a long way for you all to go to spell the word ‘shield’.” She murmured, setting the card on the coffee table in front of her, a reminder of who he was.

“It is a bit obvious, but I suppose it expresses our charter nicely.”

“Ahh, yes, an international anti-terror and intelligence agency focused on global security.” She knew of SHIELD by reputation. As an FBI agent, she’d had to deal with them far less than Interpol, but the idea was similar; an extra-government organization centered on the idea of providing intelligence for global protection independent from the agendas of any one particular government or regime. Of course, Scully had found it amusing that was their chartered goal, though they were mostly based in the United States and served a very specific point of view.

“So, again I have to ask, what does SHIELD want with the likes of me?” She returned them to the topic at hand, namely why he was lurking at her apartment on a Sunday evening.

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“I suppose a better question is why you are here at my house this time of night wanting to chat with me about a secret spy organization?”

“I’d have chatted with you during the day, but you were busy.”

She pursed her lips as he smiled at her in his equinaminous way. “Agent Coulson, I am not in the business anymore. In case you haven’t noticed, my priorities have changed. I’m a mother, I’m a teacher, and I don’t go around playing cloak-and-dagger games.”

“You used to. In fact, until you had your son, you were a full FBI agent, working on the X-files.”

“I’m well aware of what I used to do.”

“You asked why SHIELD wants you and I told you.” His fingers steepled as he sank further into her chair, clearly at ease. “You have a background in physics from the University of Maryland and a medical degree from Stanford, and yet you went into pathology with the FBI only to be stuck on the X-files detail with Fox Mulder.”

“I wasn’t stuck. I was assigned.” She bristled, even after all these years.

He at least had the grace to look apologetic before moving forward. “You were assigned. Your cases weren’t unknown to us, nor is the work you and Agent Mulder did; hauntings, alien abductions, the unexplained. I was a particular fan of the flukeman incident.”

“I am glad someone was.” She still had nightmares about it.

He beamed, briefly. Clearly he meant what he said. “You’ve been on SHIELD’s radar for quite some time. Your unique skill set and experience intrigued us.”

“What about alien abductions and ghost sightings could possibly interest SHIELD?”

“We are interested in global security.” His smile was enigmatic. She wondered if he practiced that a lot.

“I have a feeling that’s all classified and you can’t tell me.”

“Let’s just say that you and Agent Mulder were a lot closer than anyone would like to acknowledge to the truth of a lot of things.”

The truth? She smirked, throwing herself deep into the cushions of her comfortable chair. “What truth is that, Agent Coulson? That there are aliens in the universe who have made a habit of making off with ordinary people or that there is a massive conspiracy to experiment on the public in the most grotesque ways?”

“Both. What do you know about HYDRA?”

“You mean the old Nazi organization? I know of it, of course, mostly from history courses ages ago and watching the old Captain America films with my father growing up.”

“I loved those movies.” A hint of delight worked its way through his equanimity.

“I thought HYDRA died off with World War II. Wasn’t that what the Howling Commandos were up to?”

“Yes. But as we both know, conspiracies aren’t easy to kill off like that.”

That caught her attention. A sick feeling rose inside as she processed, both because of what Coulson was saying and what he wasn’t. “Are you implying that they had something to do with the work Mulder and I did?”

“I’m implying they had everything to do with it.”

“And why would you assume that?”

He slipped a hand into his suit coat, pulling out a slim, long white envelope. He passed it over to her as she studied the unlettered outside of it. She stared at it for long moments, before flickering her gaze to his in silent question.

“A photo you might be interested in. We found it recently in some files, ones that were hidden.”

She reached for it, plucking it out of his grasp. Inside she could feel the thicker stock of photograph paper. Flipping open the flap, she pulled out a black and white photo, obviously taken from a concealed camera, perhaps something from a covert operation. The lab they were in was clear enough, subjects being hooked up to machines by technicians, some looking quietly placid, others fearful, even in tears. Above them on an observatory platform stood two men, watching the scene. The shorter man was older, a shock of white, thinning hair stick around him like a halo. She didn’t immediately recognize him. His companion though, that face she would recognize in her nightmares.

“That’s Spender!” She flipped the photo around to point to the tall, lanky man with a mane of dark hair, not yet the grizzled older man she hated.

“Well, Busch to be more precise, but yes.” Coulson leaned forward as he took one corner of the photo. “Carl Gerhard Busch, born October 29, 1926 to German national parents with ties to the growing Nazi party. When his parents divorced, his father returned, but he stayed in America with his mother. She remarried to a man named Spender, hence the name.”

That was far more than Scully had ever found out about the mysterious smoking man who had terrorized her life for so long, and she had the Lone Gunmen looking. “How did you find that out?”

“We have a file on him. We’ve had one since the 1950s, when he first appeared on the scene as a State Department operative working alongside Bill Mulder. The two of them met in the Army. College kids, they got fast-tracked as officers working in the liaison office, then stepped sideways to State. On his own, Bill Mulder wouldn’t have drawn our attention, but Spender did. His biological father, Gerhard Busch, was a high ranking member of HYDRA, key in it’s growth and organization. He disappeared after the death of Schmidt and was never found.”

“And you thought his son knew where he was?”

“It was suspected that the elder Busch fled to America, along with other former HYDRA operatives, perhaps under the protection of his son. We never found Gerhard.”

Perhaps, because his son had killed him, too.

“Who is the other man?”

“His name is Richard Reinhardt, the head of the bioengineering division of HYDRA. He was the former second to Arnim Zola, who headed up much of the scientific research HYDRA conducted.”

“Zola was captured during the war.”

“He was and never saw a day of prison for it.” Only the slightest tick hinted at Coulson’s displeasure at that fact. “After the war he was brought over to the US to do research.”

“Project Paperclip.” Scully spat the words out. She knew that particular Cold War side project all too well. As if by muscle memory, she turned towards the large, plate glass bay window in her apartment, the one Duane Berry had broken through and take her to Skyland Mountain, turning her entire life upside down. She shivered.

If Coulson knew anything about that, he was polite enough not to mention it. “Higher ups championed keeping Zola around after the war, if nothing else because the SSR and later SHIELD could use his research. He died of cancer in 1972. On his death, SHIELD higher ups suggested looking at other options, other scientists brought over by the government and given amnesty.”

“And this is why you looked into Reinhardt?” The pieces began falling into place almost against her will.

Coulson nodded, looking less than pleased by the fact. “That picture was taken by one of ours, doing some reconnaissance work before approaching Reinhardt. We knew he’d been working for years for a US project, deep undercover. It wasn’t clear what or for whom, and SHIELD wasn’t willing to offer him a position without knowing what he’d been up to. That picture was shot at a US Army research facility at April Air Force Base in San Bernardino County, California.

April Air Force Base?

That name rang like a klaxon as Scully scanned the photo again, picking out the individual patients, some with downturned, blurry faces, others whose features came out quite clearly. “When was this taken?”

“August of 1974.”

That was well within the timeframe. Even as that thought floated to the top of Scully’s brain, she found what she was seeking; a young girl, only nine-years-old, dark haired and elvin faced. She recognized her as surely as she’d recognize her own son. William had the same distant, forlorn expression when he was tired or sick, the sort that melted the heart of most anyone who saw it, especially his daycare workers. That familiar ache, the searing pain of Mulder’s loss, roared to life as she held the photograph with shaking fingers, seeing for the first time visual evidence that the girl who had disappeared on that long ago night in 1973 had been alive long after she was thought gone.

“Samantha,” she breathed, reverently touching the glossy face.

“The best we can tell, she was a part of a program being headed up by Reinhardt, research, using alien technologies.”

“And SHIELD did nothing to stop them?” Anger at the sight of this woebegone girl who had cost those who loved her so much flooded her as she snapped back, directing her ire at Coulson.

“SHIELD doesn’t exactly have the capacity to just call out a foreign government without hard evidence of wrongdoing. Not long after this, our agent was compromised, we had to extract. We were never able to get hard evidence again. The operation was kept so tight, we weren’t even able to get a team put together for removal. Contrary to popular belief, while SHIELD is capable, we aren’t all powerful, and HYDRA is very crafty at hiding when they want to.”

“And you are certain it is HYDRA?”

“Well, the remnants, at least. The core died off long ago, but there are still seeds of it all over. SHIELD roots them out where they can. Which is where our interest in you comes in.”

The last piece of the puzzle clicked into place painfully. “You want me to search for Spender.”

“No one knows him better.”

Did anyone really know him at all? Scully wasn’t so sure. She stared at the photo of the younger Spender in stark black-and-white, looking out over his subjects, a curl of smoke circling up over his head lazily. In panic, she dropped the photo on the coffee table, throwing herself up and out of her seat, pacing blindly to the window Duane Berry had come through.

“You don’t know who you are dealing with here.” She turned on Coulson who watched her quietly.

“We’ve followed Spender for years.”

“Yes, but you’ve not had to deal with him.”

“In all fairness, Doctor Scully, SHIELD is well versed with dealing with all matter of demons.”

“Not this one, you aren’t.” She stalked back towards the mantel and the one photograph of Mulder she had up there, a snapshot of him from a Yankees game she’d taken him to, weeks before he disappeared. He had a ball cap on, crunching on his ever-present sunflower seeds, attempting to teach her the finer points of the game and failing. She’d deliberately played at being confused, of course, just to irritate him as he tried, in vain, to explain a box score. He waxed poetic about Derek Jeter at one point, calling him the greatest Yankee since Mantel. He’d been happy that day.

And then he was gone. Vanished, as if he never existed. Just like his sister.

“This man took everything from me,” she murmured into the silence of her apartment. “He had me kidnapped and tested on, gave me cancer, ripped away my life and my choices out of his own cruelty. He killed my sister. He killed my friends. He created my daughter only to die as a lab experiment. He toyed with Mulder for decades, puppetted his life, stringing him along only to rip his hope and his integrity away time and time again, crushing him gleefully, all the while knowing he was his own son. And I can’t tell you what he did to the one son who did carry his name, how he abused him, abandoned him and his mother, using them and discarding them when it suited. He plays his games, acting as if we were nothing, as if we were little more than toys. You say you know what you are dealing with, but do you really?”

“Perhaps not as much as you, but if we did, we wouldn’t be coming to you, asking you to join us.”

He had a point, as much as she hated to admit it. She blinked against the film in her eyes as she turned to face him. His expression was sympathetic, but quietly expectant as well. Did he understand what he was asking of her, approaching her like this?

“If I agree, I am putting my son in danger. I won’t do that.”

“We will work with you to help protect you and your son. Unlike the FBI, we take the threat seriously.”

“That’s what our old boss said, right before Fox Mulder disappeared.”

“I’m well aware that asking you back into this life is dangerous, Doctor Scully. I’m also aware of what you sacrificed for your work before and what we are asking you to do again. But without you, Spender still is running free without any check to his plans. How many other people will he suck up into his machinations by then?”

He was right, but it didn’t make her want to rush back into the breech anymore. “I’ve had an offer from Howard University, full time faculty.”

“We’ve heard. It’s why we moved.”

She wasn’t shocked he knew about the offer, only that they had moved so quickly to try and secure her. “Then you know that it’s a good job, with a possibility for growth. It’s a quiet, sedate job, without the threat of bodily harm or death that would leave my son orphaned.”

“But is it what you want?”

That caught her by surprise. “How would you know if it was or wasn’t?”

“If it was what you wanted, Doctor Scully, you’d have signed the paperwork last week when it was offered to you.”

Coulson wasn’t an idiot, she’d give him that much. “I feel I need to give full consideration to that offer, first.”

“Fair.” He nodded, rising from her sofa. “Whatever you decide, let me know.”

That was it? She had expected more of a high stakes sell from the world’s most secret intelligence organization. “You’ll just let me go, make my own decisions? Won’t make me an offer I can’t refuse?”

“I’m not in the business of making promises I can’t keep or idyll threats to scare people into doing what I’d like.” He buttoned his blazer with a hint of a smile. “Besides, you are right. Coming to work for SHIELD is dangerous, and you have a child to think of. As long as Spender’s alive, he is a threat, and your son will need protection. Either way, you have to choose what is best; working for us to stop him or working far away and hoping he takes no notice. Only you can make the right decision for you.”

As if that made the choice any better.

Clearing his throat, he crossed his hands in front of him respectfully. “I think I’ll leave you with that for the night, Doctor Scully. You can reach me by the information on the card.”

“Thank you,” she murmured quietly as she showed him out the door. She let it click as she locked the door, leaning for long moments against it, listening to his footsteps down the hallway. No matter how hard she tried, Spender kept coming back, like a god damned cockroach. Last time she’d seen him, he said he was dying. He had more than likely been lying. Wherever he was, she had no doubt that he would, eventually, come looking for her - and for his grandson.

As if on instinct, she wandered to William’s nursery. Oblivious to the adult conversation in the living room, he was asleep, laying on his back, one leg cocked sideways as he hugged his toy alien, Spooky, in one chubby arm. Tears stinging, she reached down in his crib to brush his tangle of fine, dark curls from his forehead, chuckling wetly at the little snuffle and snort he loosed before turning away from his mother’s ministrations.

“What are we to do, Will?” She sighed, pulling back to watch him sleep quietly and contently, without a care in the world.

At this moment, she really didn’t know what they would do.

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March 21

This weekend I went on a Safari. The trip was with a travel group called Hotspots and it was marketed as a Safari but that was very misleading. It was so much better than a single safari. A week before, my friends Dani, Lucy, Sydney, and Jenine all signed up to go on this trip with me. That Friday, we were picked up at 6am by the hotspots van. We drove for 4 hours, only stopping once at a really cute little roadside cafe with an amazing gift store that I spent way too much money at. Only stopping once was really problematic for me because it appears I have the smallest bladder on the planet and my body loves to remind me of this fact during 4 hour car rides. We finally arrived at a place called the Cango Caves, which is a UNESCO Heritage Site and almost exactly what you would expect. The caves were massive with gorgeous limestone stalactites and stalagmites. The coolest thing that happened on the tour was that they had this tiny little light installed next to all the huge lights they have lighting up the different chambers. The guide then turns off all of the illuminating lights and only leaves the tiny tiny light on to simulate what it was like when the first person came into the caves with only an oil lamp. It was terrifying but in a fantastic way. I love being put in historically empathetic situations because it’s hard to imagine an experience so different from your own reality without any real example. After the caves we all piled back into the van and drove to our first hostel. We were only staying one night so unpacking was completely unnecessary and we quickly used the time we would have spent doing that finding the hostel’s bar. There are very few things more satisfying than sitting around a fire with your friends in Africa, drinking an African cider literally called Savannah, and talking about life and why socks with cool patterns on them are the best. About an hour passed and we decide we cant put dinner off any longer because we are simply too hungry to function. We ask the hostel’s front desk where we should go and they give us vouchers for free wine at this local restaurant called the Black Swan. I am still in my hiking clothes from the cave and assume that, because it’s recommended by an African hostel who's bar is bigger than the kitchen, it will be casual. Half of our group didn't even wear shoes because we only had to walk down the street and we’ve collectively realized that bare feet are just better.

We show up to the Black Swan and all I see are white table clothes and well dressed people. The carpet was classier than us. These people still seated us even though we weren't wearing shoes and were clutching our wine vouchers like it was a golden ticket to Willy Wonka. The food was excellent and the service was even better. We asked the manager of the restaurant where the closest ATM was so we could walk there after dinner and he took out his car keys and DROVE us there. The waitress was so cool and funny. By the end of the night the restaurant workers gathered around our table and took a picture with us because we all got along so well. When we got back to the hostel everyone went to the bar and I went to bed. This is somewhat of a pattern here. We had to leave at 7:30am and, per usual, I wanted my full 8 hours. I don’t know what happened at the bar or what time they got back, but when I woke up it was pretty clear that it was a good time. The 7am alarm was incredibly brutal, though, and hauling everyone out of bed and into clothes was possibly the most challenging part of the trip. Breakfast was great because they had cinnamon buns for $1. Our next stop was the elephant sanctuary. It was even more amazing than I ever could have expected. Elephants are huge. Not a surprising fact, but it’s really rare to actually experience a living creature of that size. You can try to imagine it, but the shear energy of these beings was amazing. They were so powerful and so calm. The thing that struck me the most was the way they walked. For some reason, I always expected elephants to have hard feet, kind of like horses. When I imagine an elephant, I picture the large toenail sort of things they are often depicted as having. This is simply not the case. Their feet are like slippers. When they walk, it’s almost silent. They’re so impressively graceful. We went on a bush walk with them and I was inches away from the massive creatures. They were rescues and lived in the sanctuary because they were found as babies because their mothers had been poached. They live in a way very different from the wild, but it’s humane. I’ve heard of places where elephants are sedated to be around people and it was very relieving to see that this was not the case. The elephants were so obviously happy. They loved giving hugs. Whenever I was close to one, they would wrap their trunk around me and give me a cuddle, which is sweet but so forceful sometimes I almost fell over. My favorite was the female of the group, Malaika, which means angel. When elephants walk, they walk single file, and the female of the group always leads. The male elephants would wait for Malaika to walk and then they would follow. One thing that particularly stunned me when I was with the elephants was the honesty of their existence. You can tell when you're with them how intelligent and emotional they are. And yet, they clearly have no concept of lying. They are so raw and straightforward in their existence, not because they are simple creatures, but because their honest ones. Humans spend so much time trying to be something else than exactly who they are where they are. We could learn from the animals around us if we opened ourselves to it. Elephants are not only matriarchal but also very family-oriented. They usually live in family units and that’s why it’s so horrible to poach them, because elephants mate for life and experience sever grief when they lose a member of their family. It amazes me that somebody could look at these creatures and it would occur to them to kill them for their tusks. That’s such a bizarre idea— that somebody’s reaction to seeing these beautiful animals would be to take what they see as most pleasurable for them materially, instead of experiencing how incredible life is. My friend Tim told me this a few days ago and I think it applies to everything, but is especially fitting in this situation. There are two kinds of humans in the world and they break down in this story. Once upon a time a man was walking in the forest and he sees the most beautiful flower he's ever laid eyes on. He spends hours staring at it and decides to pick it and take it back home with him. He puts it in his favorite vase next to his bed and it dies in a week. Another man is walking in the forest and sees the most beautiful flower he’s ever laid eyes on and he stops and stares for hours. After the sun sets, he walks back home. The next day he returns and waters the flower and feeds it with rich soil so it grows even larger and more beautiful and more alive than ever before. This not only applies to poaching elephants or settling for short term gratification, but also to relationships. There are people who see certain things they like in you and want to take them for their own, and after they capture that part of your beauty, they can discard you. There are other people who see things they like in you and see your potential and will do anything to build that and help you reach your most developed, beautiful self, even if it comes at some emotional cost for them. Emotional investment and selflessness in relationships is so important. Now more than ever this story resonates with me. I am in South Africa, far away from all of my loved ones at home. I only know the people around me for the two months I am here. I could make relationships with people I find fun and easy to be around, and then leave South Africa and that relationship in my past as I return home. The other option is to seek deep relationships. To invest myself emotionally in other people who live halfway across the world and, even though it is not easy or emotionally convenient, realize the preciousness of really fitting with somebody. I choose to do the latter. I have lived in two separate continents in the past 8 months and I have met a lot of people. The more people I meet, the more I realize how rare it is to find that beautiful flower of a person and how important it is to invest in that relationship, even if it’s in a forest very very far away. The rest of Saturday was a whirlwind. We drove from the elephant sanctuary to the wetlands and went kayaking in a river for about an hour. Then we went to a food market in the middle of nowhere onto our next adventure: bungee jumping (sort of). Saying it was “our” next adventure is putting it strongly. It was a couple of our group’s next adventure. There were two options, either go bungee jumping off of the highest bridge in the world into a steep canyon between two mountains, or go see a 1000 year old tree on a nature reserve. You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to guess which option I opted for. The tree itself was underwhelming, but the nature reserve was brilliant. It was so untouched and I was able to really experience an African forest/jungle for the first time. It wasn't a tropical jungle so it didn't look like the image that popped into your head when I said that, but it was humid and dense. There was very little sunlight that could penetrate through the trees. There were animal tracks everywhere and, even though it was the early afternoon still, the cicadas were incredibly loud. To my great relief, I didn't interact with many bugs. South Africa has some crazy spiders. First of all, they're huge. Second of all, they JUMP. This is not an exaggeration, these motherfuckers can leap like their the track star on the high school varsity team. That scares the shît out of me and I have absolutely no tolerance for it. I can cope with moving to a different hemisphere, alone, with little to no information about where I’m staying or what I’m doing, but when it comes to jumping spiders, I hit my limit. A good catch phrase for my attitude is: I’m not a physical risk-taker, I’m an intellectual risk-taker. We all piled back into the car and I tried to sleep and failed miserably. I decided to just blast my music through my headphones and dance in my seat while taking time to myself. We pulled into the hostel about 2 hours after we started driving and it was 6:30pm. The sun was setting and the sky was magnificent. Our hostel was right on the beach and we all ran out of the car to catch the last of the sunset on the water. Nothing could have prepared me for this. I ran up the sand dune and when I saw the beach my jaw dropped to the floor. In front of my was the most spectacularly turquoise ocean, entirely consuming the horizon, the clouds looked as if they had been painted into the sky by JMW Turner, the water was reflecting the pink of the clouds and the sand was fluffy and white. Everything stood still. Everyone else went to take photos and play around and I just walked off by myself. I had to take it all in. It was my first experience with the Indian Ocean and I am positive it will not be my last. The entire beach was so beautiful, peaceful, and energetic all at the same time. I was so overwhelmed I started to cry. I felt so at home and in love with my surroundings. I was in the same clothes I wore hiking in the nature reserve, but I really just didn't care. I ran into the water and swam. It was so warm and welcoming. The waves were beautiful and I watched the sun turn red on the horizon, surrounded by salty water and rhythmic currents. I wanted the world to stop turning. It’s called Myoli Beach and it is heaven on earth. A couple days later a friend asked me what I would do if i was told I only had 4 weeks to live. Without pause, I responded that I would live on Myoli. I’ve never connected with a place so incredibly. Leaving that beach felt like meeting your soulmate and having no choice but to go separate ways because of circumstances. This beach was in the middle of nowhere. It’s 5 hours from Cape Town by car. Even so, I promised myself I would go back at least once before I leave South Africa. Saturday night dinner was gross so I didn't eat much, so I compensated with a milkshake. We went to bed fairly early and got up at 7am again for a 7:30 breakfast. By 8:15 we were on the road to the Safari. The Safari was what you would expect. A huge savannah and rolling hills, lots of animals, driving around in a 4x4, the whole shebang. My favorite animals to see were the elephants because they were massive. Elephants can live around 90 years and don't stop growing until they're 40. It’s amazing. There was a family of elephants lead by a single dad because the mother had passed away after getting very sick when she gave birth to her second son. Usually, the males don't stay with the kids and the family unit is just the mother and the children, but the father has been with the children for 10 years now and I thought that was amazing.

We saw rhinos in person and they were very chubby. They kept taking mud baths and rolling around, as rhinos do. If rhinos were humans, they wouldn't be able to see their toes. It’s amazing to see an animal that large and that different. I also think it’s really interesting how the first people came from Africa and the more dinosaur-like animals are all in Africa. It seems like the place that has stayed closest to the history of life on earth. Rhinos, elephants, wildebeests, and water buffalo all remind me of dinosaurs— or whatever we have decided dinosaurs would have looked like. Here’s a fun fact: water buffalo are called that because they are always close to water because they sweat so much and, thus, need to drink hundreds of liters of water a day. So, you know that you're in the vicinity of freshwater if you see them. The most beautiful animal we saw were the lions. They were so small compared to all of the other animals and so cuddly. I know they’re wild animals so that sounds ridiculous, but they were so feminine and strong at the same time, I really wanted a big lion hug. The lionesses were so beautiful and fluffy, I completely understand why somebody would want a pet lion. One of my favorite colors in the world is that glowing gold color of a lion’s eyes. The rest of the day was pretty much non-eventful. We went to another market and I got my close friend Tim a perfect birthday present which was exciting because I love finding perfect birthday presents. Sunday night was interesting because I was exhausted and I would have just gone to bed if I had not promised my friends I would go out for a drink that night. So instead of sleeping I popped into a freezing cold shower to wake myself up and put on pjs that could pass as clothes so I could go straight to bed when I got home. I had a fantastic time and I’m glad I rallied. I find the nights where I’m in between going out and staying in are the nights I end most happy that I went out and had conversations with people I would have missed out on otherwise. Monday morning was fine. Mainly uneventful. On Mondays we use the day to plan the week’s lessons and clean and organize our resources for the week. Monday afternoon and evening were fantastic. In the afternoon I went to an amazing beach called Camps Bay. It’s my favorite beach in Cape Town. Behind the beach, there is a part of Table Mountain called the “12 disciples”, which are 12 hills that stick out. It’s dramatic and magnificent. One of my friends said the most amazing thing when we got to the beach: “This place is special because you have a view both ways”, meaning in front of you, there is the expansive Atlantic Ocean and a white sand beach, behind you there is an amazing mountain range, and you're sandwiched tightly in between the two shockingly beautiful displays of the natural earth. From there, the night only got better. After the beach, I changed in the bathroom of a bar across the street into nice clothes because I was going out to dinner. Tim’s parents are in town and his birthday is Wednesday so they had an early birthday dinner and I went with our other friend Lucas to a great Italian restaurant called La Perla. His parents (from Belgium) found it very ironic that they were sitting and eating at an Italian restaurant in the middle of South Africa. The food made me miss Italy because, really, nobody will ever come close to Tuscan cooking. His mom and dad were fantastic. It never fails to shock me how meaningful it is to see somebody’s roots when you have met them in a context outside of where they call home. You learn so much just by meeting somebody’s parents. His mother in particular was impressive. Every time she spoke, you could pick out an epigraph out of her point. Something small, catchy, and spot on. One of the ones that particularly stuck with me was when she said “Everyone wants to live long, but nobody wants to age”. That seems very applicable to a lot of people in my life right now. She talked about wrinkles and other parts about getting older and how she welcomes it and just tries to take care of herself as best she can and I think that’s really the best way to go about it. After dinner, Tim, Lucas, and I were exhausted and we all went straight to bed. Tuesday was very interesting. The morning was more or less normal. We went to Vissershook for tutoring. This time, we had the same kids over two separate 30-min blocks. My girl was named Felicity and she was so sweet. She had a short attention span and didn’t think that she was as bright as she was, which is always a challenge but also why I’m there: to empower through encouragement and learning. During break, I hung out with Brooklyn (the 5th grader) and her squad. Last week, she wasn't at school at all and this was really concerning to me. There were fires in Dunoon last week, 500 people are displaced. Many of the teachers and kids we work with were among those 500. When Brooklyn didn't come to school for a whole week, my mind immediately thought that she was in that group. I pulled her aside the second I saw her in the morning and asked why she wasn't at school last week. She said she had missed the bus. This didn't sit right at all. Missed the bus?? 5 Days in a row?? I find that extremely hard to believe. I knew I shouldn't press her because it’s a sensitive subject and she clearly doesn’t want to get into whatever made her miss school, but I decided that it was actually worth asking because I can maybe help whatever is going on, even if she is afraid to seek that help. She still wouldn't give me a straight answer, so I dropped the subject, but it was very worrying and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. Brooklyn is so smart, kind, sweet, funny, and mature. I talk to her like a peer. Her and all of her friends are very curious about what it’s like in the US. They have very little access to information about other countries and the combination of little information with large, young imaginations, means they draw a lot of false conclusions. For example, they thought because Danni is from the UK, that she lives in a castle.

This Wednesday, March 21, is a national holiday (beside’s Tim’s 21st birthday). This national holiday is Human Rights Day. When we left Vissershook, everything was fine and normal. One thing I did notice was that, as we passed Dunoon, on the farm land opposite the township, people were putting stakes in the group and marking off areas where they could put a new house. This was not particularly unsettling because of the amount of homes that had been lost in the past week, it makes sense people would be claiming new land to build new homes. However, when we got home, it was clear that not everything was fine or normal. Many people were home from their projects, which means they got back two hours early. Apparently, people were starting to protest and demonstrate for national human rights day. The people planting stakes in the ground were actually protesting by marking the amount of land they needed the government to give them to actually live in a house instead of on the streets. I’m not sure exactly to what degree the riots got to, because the volunteers were bussed out ASAP when things started to develop. From what I gathered, it was actually the teachers at the schools that could tell something was wrong and that it wasn't good for the volunteers to be in the townships anymore. We couldn't do afternoon projects because we couldn't get the kids in or out of the townships without risking their safety, or our safety. This was a huge bummer, because project the next day was already cancelled for the national holiday. With my free afternoon, I went to the beach for a bit. It was beautiful, as usual. But past the visual beauty, something really cool happened. There were seals in the water maybe 10 feet from the shoreline and they were surfing the waves. It was amazing to see because the water here is very clear so you can find the seals in the waves very easily. Further, there were also surfers in the water, so there were people and seals surfing the same waves maybe 10 fee from each other. The seals clearly had their technique down. They would swim into them and kind of ride it into the crash zone, almost until I was a little concerned they would be stuck on shore, and then they would somehow materialize back to where the waves were building seconds later. Other animals amaze me, and humans don’t appreciate the genius of our fellow animals as much as we should. That evening, I went up with some friends to a hill in front of Table Mountain called Signal Hill. You look down over Camps Bay and the ocean just extends into a vast, infinite horizon. The sky was lit up with color. I couldn't help but think during the sunset how precious every millisecond was. I love sunsets because of their impermanence and how they remind me to appreciate the present instead of trying to cling and preserve something I find beautiful. Instead, I try to feel the depth of each moment, even as it slips away. Moreover, I never see the exact point of change as the sun sets, but I can feel the colors and energy changing even though I can’t put my finger on the specific moments of shifting. The only downside of the evening was that I am entirely out of clothes because the laundry hasn't come back, and it’s two days late. I was forced to wear my PJs out to hike up through thorny bushes to the viewspot we went to, and it shredded my cute sweatpants. But hey, I’ll take shredded sweatpants for a beautiful African sunset on a hill overlooking Cape Town, while sitting and talking with friends, any day. That seems like a pretty great trade off to me. All my friends got tattoos today and I did not (you’re welcome Mom and Dad). Danni’s is a contour-line drawing of a penguin on her ankle. I think tattoos are great if you have something you need to be reminded of every day to train your mind to get somewhere. However, you don’t actually need a tattoo for that. This weekend, I bought a lot of jewelry and I’m wearing it every day. The most important piece was a hand made ceramic piece on a black chord that I wear as a necklace. The symbol means “purity”. This reminds me of my new years resolution that I decided to simplify into one word so I would actually remember and follow it: CLEAN. I need to clean my brain. I need to find the clutter and the swirling thoughts and give myself more brainspace so I can actually see what’s up there, instead of just feel the weight of all of the thoughts without being able to untangle any of them. The other jewelry I got was all handmade in South Africa as well, because I really believe in supporting local economies and, if I’m going to be materialistic and collect more objects for myself, I would like the history of that object to be honorable. I bought a jade necklace, that symbolizes the release of negative thoughts and energies, and the attraction of love and wealth. When I think of wealth, I’m not thinking about money, but instead richness of relationships. I also got a turquoise bracelet, which is a grounding stone that is very strong and protective, as well as something that balances male and female energy, which I think captures the duality of the universe. My last acquisition was a bracelet made out of amazonite, which is a light blue-grey stone that reminds me a bit of my own eyes. This stone is for creative people who have a lot of thoughts and passions, and sometimes need a little boost to have the same strength of mind as they do for new ideas as they have for their self-worth. I love having little reminders to be strong, grounded, creative, supportive of myself and others, to act with integrity, and also release bad energies and the extra things that crowd my brain and cloud my thinking. When I make a goal, I try to have an element that’s negative and an element that’s positive. That is to say, a non-action and an action. You can tell somebody to stop being so quiet, but the better way to say it is to tell them to talk more. To the same end, I try to make sure I have positive, action-based, goals, instead of just things I need to NOT do anymore. Because, it is very easy to see what I’m doing that’s bad and try and get rid of it, but it’s harder to look for something that isn't there and grow and build in an undeveloped direction. It’s all about balance, one day at a time.

That’s all for now. I have way more thoughts, but am lacking energy and I know I will be able to give more tomorrow. Still trying to work on posting more than once a week. I’ve been getting a bit swept up by life here and find it more and more difficult to find time to check my phone or write down my thoughts. The time is slipping through my hands and it absolutely blows my mind that it is March 21st already. - Q

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vintagemichelle91 · 7 years ago

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A Hard Lesson in Incrimination: Chapter 4

Authors’ Note: Let us start the beginning of the week with some answers...or more questions? Just what does Rafael have in mind? Read on and find out! Thank you so much for your amazing feedback as always! @rauliskafan and I so look forward to it!!

“What are you going to say?”

He had no answer. Looking out the window, Rafael saw his breath turn to fog against the glass. He raised a finger and sketched a path that went nowhere but still somehow smiled as Natalia’s head fell to his shoulder.

“Please tread lightly,” she begged. “Amanda wouldn’t… but you didn’t either.”

“Too bad we didn’t take pictures of my bruises,” he said, trying for a joke. “Would be one thing on our side.”

“Those images are burned into my mind,” Natalia whispered. “I hate them.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s not your fault… and I can always speak up,” she suggested.

At that he turned her towards him and grasped her shoulders.

“Hermosa, please,” he began. “I’m letting you come along, but I---”

“Letting me?” she echoed. “Atticus, you were never stopping me. We’re seeing this though. Together. We’ll put it to bed once it’s all over.”

Stroking her face, his mind filled with other images, their bodies buried under blankets and cuddling close with the weight finally lifted away. Might this be the moment to sort the mess out? He had his doubts, worried for Rollins, but he could still hope.

“We’ll be home again before you know it.” Saying as much could make it so.

“To listen your daughter become all things British in preparation for Miss Harker’s visit,” Natalia said.

“Let’s leave all that to your father.”

“Fair enough, Atticus.”

She clung to his arm as their cab traced an all too the familiar route. Rafael’s lips repeatedly drifted to her brow. Natalia winded her arms around his neck, rubbing his back and telling him that she loved him until the cab came to a halt.

“Here we are.”

Ignoring the driver, thinking for a split second of turning back, packing up the girls and racing away to parts unknown, Rafael let the fantasy slide into some unseen mist and paid the cabbie before pausing at the sidewalk.

“What?” Natalia asked.

“I… I am glad you’re here,” he admitted. “But just let me do the talking.”

“Atticus, I am more than capable of speaking for---”

“Let me protect you, hermosa. Please let me do that much.”

Nibbling on her lip, Natalia finally nodded before her head sank back to his shoulder.

“Watch your words, Atticus,” she said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Thank you for believing that,” he said.

They walked through the main door and took the elevator up, catching sight of Fin pouring through a few files.

“What’s the good word, Sergeant?” Rafael asked.

“Hey!” Fin left his chair and shook Rafael’s hand, kissed Natalia’s cheek, and gestured at the pages littering his desk.

“Old home week,” Fin said. “Remember this asshole?”

Fin pressed the papers into Rafael’s hands.

“I know you’re not back on the job, but what do you think?”

Seeing this certain perp’s fate, Rafael could not help but savor a sense of satisfaction. An eye for an eye never actually solved anything, but it was some justice seeing the man who had destroyed two families suffering in the realm of turnabout as fair play.

“Guess he’ll want some protection soon,” Rafael said, handing the file back.

“Solitary would be better,” Fin grumbled. “No pit low enough for that scum.”

And then he met Natalia’s eyes.

“Sorry,” Fin continued. “Hope you don’t think any less of me.”

“Of the man who helped my sweet pea into the world?” Natalia said. “Never.”

Fin smiled as Carisi brushed by them without a word of his own.

“Sonny?”

The detective turned on his heel when he heard Natalia call out his name. Rafael saw his wife reach for the other man’s arm. And Carisi’s face like slate.

“What brings the two of you by?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“I think you know,” Rafael said. “Liv told me what was going down.”

“Told you about Rollins?” Carisi quickly questioned. “There’s no truth to it. There… there just can’t be.”

“Of course not, Sonny,” Natalia carefully stated as he sank into his chair. Rafael searched for some sign of Liv in her office, flinching at the sound of a set of fingers drumming without rhythm atop Carisi’s desk.

“Not that she didn’t have reason to be… I never should have…” Struggling, he slowly met Natalia’s eyes.

“Wouldn’t blame you if you never invited me to a dinner party at your place again,” Carisi continued.

“Sonny, don’t be silly,” Natalia soothed.

Sighing heavily, Rafael returned to his wife’s hand.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t see it sooner,” he murmured.

“You’re sorry?” Carisi said. “No one drank more of the Kool Aid than me. But… but Amanda wouldn’t---”

His voice cut out as Rollins entered the squad room at Dodds’ side. And Liv finally appeared.

“Amanda? A word,” she started. “Fin? You want to sit in on this?”

The second sergeant looked as if he would rather gargle with acid than take Liv up on her offer, but he pushed away from his desk, his files, and Rafael’s fingers slipped from Natalia’s as he drew Dodds aside.

“Did she say anything to you on the way over?” Rafael quietly asked.

“Not a word,” Dodds said. “And what could I… I mean it’s not like we saw her there.”

“Has to be a mistake,” Rafael agreed, starting to turn away from his brother-in-law when Dodds grabbed his arm.

“She won’t go down for it… but just let Liv figure it out,” Dodds said.

“Really?” Rafael challenged. “That’s your Plan B?” Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Dodds shuffled his feet as his gaze fell on his wedding ring.

“You know why I… let’s just ride out the storm before we do anything rash.”

“Like conceal evidence?” Rafael snarked, leaving Dodds’ side and holding up a hand when Natalia tried to join him.

“Stay here a minute,” he gently ordered.

“Atticus, you shouldn’t go---”

“I’ll keep quiet,” he assured her. “I promise.”

“Want some company?” Carisi asked. “Don’t worry, Natalia. I’ll see that he stays out of trouble.”

“Gonna hold you to that, Carisi,” Dodds said, lowering his head to speak to his sister-in-law. Her face stayed worried as the other two men turned the corner to peer through the two-way glass.

“Amanda,” Liv began. “We have testimony that you were spotted at Eve Selby’s place on the night in question.”

“Is that a fact?” Rollins asked, keeping her eyes on the table as Liv and Fin exchanged a look.

“Amanda, your babysitter said that you didn’t go straight home after… after everything that went down here with Eve.”

“You checking up on me, Lieutenant?” Rollins asked, her laughter without a hint of mirth.

“Just asking some questions,” Liv replied. “Did you know that Carisi called her?”

“What if I did?” Carisi muttered as Rafael shushed him.

“What if he was?” Rollins asked. “Sonny saw her true colors.”

“But maybe… maybe were you worried that she would sway him back to her side,” Liv suggested. “Thought that you should have a word with her? Perhaps put her in her place?”

“Is that how we’re playing this, Liv?” Rollins asked. “You think I went there with my gun drawn to scare some sense into her?”

“You tell me,” Liv quietly fired back. “Because I think you were there. And you need to tell us why right now.”

Carisi grinded his teeth, and Rollins leaned back in her chair.

“Fine,” Rollins said. “You think you have me dead to rights? I went to her building.”

“Why, Amanda?” Fin asked. “What were you thinking?”

“That she needed to stop playing Sonny,” she said.

“But you heard him when we learned that---”

“And he told me that he was calling her!” Rollins shot back. “When I phoned him. If anyone was going to give that witch the benefit of the doubt…”

Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the mirror, and Rafael watched Carisi tense as he placed one hand on the sheet standing between them.

“Maybe I should have gone to him,” Rollins continued. “To talk it out. At the time I… it seemed better to go the source.”

“Christ,” Carisi said as he pushed away and slumped against the nearest wall. “I should have just… she sounded drunk… but I was three sheets to the wind myself.”

And Rafael froze, unable to offer Carisi anything in the way of comfort as his stare flashed back to Rollins.

“Look I just went to talk to her,” Rollins insisted. “Last I heard that wasn’t a crime.”

Rafael knew that much was true. But suddenly he flashed back to a figure rushing from the building, taking off in Natalia’s cab. On the night in question, he had no idea who it… could it have been?

“Amanda,” Liv said. “I want to believe you. And I almost could. But Eve Selby’s apartment…”

“What about it?” Rollins asked. “What do you think you found?”

“A cleanup job that could have only come from a cop,” Liv said. “It wasn’t amateur hour. It was someone covering their tracks. You were there, Amanda.”

“And I left her place as soon as I saw the body!” Rollins cried. “Found a cab on the street! Maybe that makes me a coward. A drunk on that night. But not a killer.”

“Sounds convenient,” Liv said.

“Find the driver!” Rollins demanded. “He’ll back me. No time to clean up… you’re wrong about it. Wrong about me.”

Rafael’s heart began to pound in his chest, threatening to explode and shatter his ribs. Forgetting Carisi, he looked for Dodds, knowing that he should find the sergeant when a uniform rushed by and rapped on the glass.

“Yes?” Liv said.

The woman in blue entered the interrogation room, and Fin looked sick as he took the lab report.

“What’s that?” Rollins asked. “Your so-called smoking gun?”

“Amanda, I think I should advise you to contact a---”

“Liv, hold up.”

Fin said nothing else as he passed the folder into Liv’s hands, and Rafael watched her eyes grow wide while she read the document.

“One fingerprint,” Liv said.

And she started from the room.

“Lieutenant?” Carisi asked, up on his feet the second that he saw her. “What’ve you got there?”

“A problem,” Liv said, seemingly shocked as she started to her office. Looking over his shoulder, Rafael saw Fin trying to reassure Rollins, saw Carisi rushing into the interrogation room speak with her. But he was drawn to Liv, desperate to catch her ear when the sound of furious footsteps barreled into the squad room.

“Dad?” Dodds asked, stepping away from Natalia when he saw Maggie with his father. “Is something wrong?”

“Can we talk somewhere in---?”

“Mike, do you want to tell me why I’m having dinner with your father when he gets a call that IAB is about to investigate you?” Maggie asked.

IAB? Oh Christ. Rafael found it hard to breathe and saw Natalia’s anxious face as Liv stepped back into the fray.

“IAB?” she asked. “How do they already know about this?”

“Already… so there’s actually something to it?” the Chief queried. He snatched the report from Liv’s hand, his shock audible as Maggie fidgeted where she stood, and Natalia looked ready to faint.

“Michael, tell me that this is a mistake.”

The sergeant said nothing in the wake of his father’s words, and Dodds placed his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe we should just wait for IAB,” he said.

“Why, Mike?” Maggie asked. “Who’s setting you up? It’s all a lie, right?”

Rafael remembered walking Maggie down the aisle to her happily ever after. The groom erasing evidence on his behalf was never part of the bargain.

“Of course it is,” the Chief said, slapping his son’s back. “What we need to do is get out in front of this. Find out who has it in for you and why. Liv, let’s talk for a moment.”

“No, Bill,” Liv said, retrieving the report.

“Excuse me?” the Chief challenged. “Last I heard, I was still overseeing---”

“Yes. But I’m telling you that there’s nothing dirty in my labs.”

“Do I have to remind you about one Carl Rudnick?” the Chief dared.

“Don’t do that,” Liv cautioned.

“I’m just saying that there’s a precedent here. And my boy would never---”

“Dad, leave it alone,” Dodds said, his eyes darting between Natalia and Rafael as his shoulders slowly sagged. “Maybe… maybe I was there.”

“For Rollins?” Liv asked. “Mike, you should tell us right now. Before the atmosphere isn’t quite so friendly.”

“He has nothing to hide!” the Chief maintained. “I resent the fact that you’re implying that my son---”

“And I resent the fact that you don’t think I can run my unit,” Liv said. “Something is going on here.”

The bottom was falling out from under all of them, the ground threatening to swallow any hope of moving away from this moment. From the night in question. Not knowing where to look first, last, or always, Rafael saw Liv and the Chief locked in combat. Maggie’s eyes brimmed with tears as Dodds hung his head, and Fin emerged with the other detectives.

“Liv, I swear I only saw Eve’s body,” Rollins insisted. “I took off, and I don’t know what happened after---”

“But I do.”

His eyes were on his shoes as he spoke. Rafael thought he heard Maggie gasp and Carisi mutter something to Fin. When he finally shifted his eyes upward, Natalia appeared horrified. Maybe he could still take it back. Point a finger and flee with his wife. Hope that Dodds would come out unscathed. But that wasn’t the definition of family. And as much as he wanted to return home with his hermosa flor at his side, these people deserved far better than his failure to rise to the occasion.

“Liv, I was at Eve’s place. I saw someone… I guess it was Rollins getting into a cab.”

“Rafael, don’t,” Dodds warned stepping towards him. “That wasn’t part of---”

“The plan,” Rafael said, completing his thought. “I know.”

Straightening his tie, he looked to Liv…

…and even as he saw Natalia’s heart break in the space of her brown eyes, he couldn’t keep the secret any longer. It was shredding too many souls.

“But I can’t let this go on.”

Because each and every one of them deserved so much better than his sin of silence.

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lets-get-sirius-about-stars · 7 years ago

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An interview with Makayla Fray

Schninner: Whew! At a computer and have some wifi! *cracks knuckles* Lets get writing! So, I had an idea awhile back where, like in Young Justice where Black Canary was acting as the shrink, Canary would be sent to Team Astro’s base to interview new team members so the league could put their files in the JL data base. This kinda gives you guys an inside look on how the individual members felt toward their predicament and just give you an overall idea of their personality.

OOh! also! This one takes place soon after the whole kidnapping thing, Makayla had recently been released from the hospital and had just started hero-ing again.

Tagging: @the-singing-canary and @cuddles-for-cassie gonna make one for Sirius as well :D

OC:

Makayla Fray/Little Leaguer/Red Comet

Character(s):

Laurel Lance/Black Canary

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Lobo

Warnings: Mentions of torture

Word Count: 1311

Master List

Canary: Makayla, please answer the question.

Fray: …

Canary: *Sighs irritably* Makayla, please.

Fray: Why? I mean, you already know my story and about my family. I’ve told you before, or have you forgotten?

Canary: *sighs again and rubs temples* Yes, I remember, but you also have to remember that you told me this 7 years ago, before… the incident happened

Fray: “Incident?” You mean, that whole little “incident” when I was kidnapped and tortured? Or when I was turned into a human guinea pig for some unknown chemical?

Canary: *relaxed tone* Calm down, We just need you tell us your story again that way we can-

Fray: So you can what? Compare it to when I originally told you about my life, so you can determine whether or not I’m an imposter or clone?

Canary: …

Fray: *Bitterly laughs* Yeah, thought so. I’ll tell you my story, but only this once, so you better listen up. I was born in Gotham, and my dad ditched us and ran away with some young beauty shortly after I was born. I lived with my mom and my older brother, and at an early age of three I started showing signs of my metahuman abilities, which freaked out my mom so much, that she left us. My older brother Danny, who was probably the best person in the universe, didn’t want us to be thrown into the system, so we pretended that she was still with us, while he took care of us. That lasted for a few years, but one day, he didn’t come home…

Canary: *Concerned* Makayla? Are you okay?

Fray: *Swallows hard* Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be? Anyways, so I had no idea what happened to him, so I went out to look for him. A block away from my dumpy old apartment there were sirens and police cars. I didn’t see what was left of my brother,but I didn’t have to, I knew he was gone.

Canary: *leans over and places hand on shoulder* Fray, it’s okay to cry. You’ve been through so much already an-

Fray: *Hastily shakes hand off shoulder* I’m fine Laurel. I don’t need a shrink to “fix me,” I’m just going to finish this, that way I’ll be able to get back to patrolling. So anyways, I left home, I barely made it a full twenty four hours before I was mugged by a group of doofuses that thought they could take me down without a fight. They got a few small cuts on me, nothing to bad due to my tough skin, and I managed to hit one of them pretty hard, It wasn’t long before good old bats swooped in and scared the crap out of the lowlifes. He made sure I was all okay, then he brought me to the batmobile where we talked. He made me a deal, that if I go with him to the GCPD and cooperate with them,he’ll watch out for me and would help me control my powers. I agreed and was put into the foster care system. So everyday after school, no matter what city or state I was in, I could always travel to wherever I needed to thanks to the Zeta tubes that were always conveniently placed near me. I trained with pretty much everyone over the next 3 years.When I turned 8, I was allowed to come up with my own Alias and costume, and was granted permission to accompany any league member on a mission, but only when I was needed or chosen by a league member. I chose the name Little Leaguer and joined several of the leaguers,including you Canary,on various missions. I did this for a few years, and then I died. The end.

Canary: *slightly irritated* Makayla, don’t-

Fray: I’m sorry, but aren’t you checking to see if my story checks out with your original files? Yes? Well,if I remember correctly, the original files state that I “died” while foolishly going off on my own to beat up Lobo.

Canary: Yes but-

Fray: *Raises voice to talk over Canary* Of course, it left out the part that I was contacted by someone in the league telling me to go to the excact location Lobo was. I was told it was a live event on the news, that everyone saw me go into that building,Lobo following, then there was a big explosion. Lobo said I was dead. The league never questioned it, not even Batman did any further investigation, you all just assumed that your little pity case was dead and gone, setting up a memorial at the hall, while my wonderful foster parents were told I died in an accident, and refused to pay for a funeral for a girl that they had hardly known. My funeral was held close casket, paid by none other than Wayne enterprises, my whole family came too, my mentors, all accepting my death!

Canary: *calmly and collectively* Makayla, just take a deep breathe, and calm down-

Fray: *Standing and angrily pacing* And your stupid “original files” on me don’t even tell you the worst part. While you guys all went on with your lives, pretending that you didn’t know me, or trying to forget me, I was alive and breathing. Every single freakin day for the next… who knows how long, getting tortured for Your names. *Tears now streaming down her face* I told them nothing. Nothing. ‘Cause every day I thought ‘today is going to be the day that they find me, today is going to be the day where they finally rescue me.’

Canary: …

Fray: *Quietly whispers* but they never did.

Canary: *Stunned silence*

Fray: *Slowly sits back down, with tears rolling down* I don’t know when, but at some point they gave up on trying to get answers from me. I thought they were going to kill me, and sometimes, I wish they did. Because what happened next was much worse; they had sold me to the Prale, Some super smart alien, or whatever. I figured that they collect all sorts of funky space and interdimensional substances that they found around the universe and where curious on how they would react with living organisms. They brought me to some sort of Earth base for the Prale, where I spent the next few years being subjected to tests to a substance called “Red Comet.” They had no idea that their tests would give me even more special abilities. So, one day when they came to get me, I let loose. I-i didn’t mean to fry them, it just happened. I didn’t know what to do at first, but then I just started running. I burnt and beat everything and everyone in my path, freeing my fellow prisoners along the way. I eventually made it out of the building. Everything was so… bright. I had no idea where I was, but I knew where i needed to go. I knew that the Justice league had to be looking for me, so I flew, and made my way toward the hall of justice. That’s when I saw the memorial. *Bitterly laughs* and the sad thing was that, up until that point, I still had believed that the League was looking for me. I thought that as soon as I got there I would welcomed back with opened arms and told how hard you guys looked for me. But, come to find out, that you guys didn’t look for me at all. You never gave me a second thought. You just set up some hologram of me in the hall and called it good.

Canary: Makayla, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know-

Fray: Of course you didn’t. Nobody did. *Wipes eyes* well, that's it. You got my story. *stands up* Now if you excuse me, I’ll be leaving.

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