#by told me someone threw lit cigarettes in their car for no reason and it just more and more seems like humans have lost their humanity

[madigoround]

So this morning when I got into my car to go to my family’s (two hours away) for thanksgiving my rear passenger window had been broken into, I called the police and they took the report over the phone and nothing seems to have been taken they said it was probably just vandalism for no reason and my neighbors don’t have any cameras but they let me know something similar happened to them like a year ago and their car was stolen and the police found it and found it was some kids who had taken it and they said they were just bored and my family said yeah it’s thanksgiving break there’s probably just bored kids who decided to be cruel for no reason and I have been feeling really really low this week in general, like several times this week have spent hours convincing myself I shouldn’t kill myself even though I’m feeling really suicidal and I looked at the broken in window and thought that maybe it was the universe saying go ahead kill yourself and then when I went to my family’s house, crying with the window caved in for two hours because I knew I shouldn’t be alone, my family helped me to take the door apart and my mechanic cousin showed me how the window goes in and my aunt helped me find the window replacement online and it’ll get to their house in a week or two and I’ll drive back so my cousin can put the replacement in and for today he cut out cardboard to the shape of the window and placed it inside the window like shaft time thing and duct taped it up so it will hopefully withstand the rain the next few days and my aunt helped me look at security cameras online cause now I feel unsafe and I’m scared still that something could happen they could come back or break in to my house or something it’s scary but ultimately I sat down with my grandma tonight and talked about how low I’ve been feeling and I came to the realization that with a lot of the things that have happened in my life the last few years and this year just being one hit after another I have been feeling more and more disconnected from people and like humanity has just become nonsensically cruel for no reason and people just keep showing me what kind of evil they are capable of and it makes me feel like people in general are evil but then something like my family helping me surprised me so much because of this, I’m kind of just rambling at this point but I feel like the world is so desperately in need of kindness right now so if you have the opportunity to do something kind it might be the thing that saves someone even just for the day

[ratmonky]

Stranger Danger

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: non-con

AO3 Link

Don’t trust strangers on the internet.

Just like how they taught you not to walk off with someone you didn’t know, it was the first thing your parents lectured you about when you started using the family computer. Simple. Stay away from the people who tried to befriend you because they were probably out to get you.

That was why you were wary of making friends online when you first started using the computer, scared that someone might kidnap you through the screen.

Pfft, you had quite an imagination when you were little.

Your parents were also a little too paranoid, of course, you had to be careful on the internet as they told you but there was nothing wrong with making friends. The internet brought people of the same interests together and it helped many people like you who had a hard time making friends start talking to others. Especially with helping you find many sorcerer students like yourself.

You had many friends now, some you video chatted and some you even had met in person.

Today, you were going to meet another one of your friends in person. Another sorcerer college student around the same age as you. You had met Kokichi on one of those sorcerer dating websites and instantly hit it off from the moment you had met before becoming more than friends.

Although his webcam never worked or how he was always out of breath while talking to you, it didn’t stop the two of you from falling in love.

Kokichi lived in Kyoto, far away from where you lived, and trying to manage a long-distance relationship was hard. That was why he had suggested that the two of you met in Kyoto and tried to see if you felt the same about him after meeting in person. If you liked him even after meeting him in person, then your relationship could progress into something more.

You blushed thinking about moving in with him. Ahh, wouldn’t that be wonderful!

Shaking your head you tried to stop yourself from daydreaming and park your car where Kokichi had told you to. Apparently, the parking rules in Kyoto were different than in your city, you had to find a parking lot almost far outside of the city so you wouldn’t get a ticket.

It took you two hours to get here using the highway. Although you would have rather taken the train or bus, it was a lot faster to drive. It took you another fifteen minutes to get to your meeting point with him after you took a taxi.

Kokichi didn’t pick up his phone. You had been trying to reach him since this evening. You weren’t sure if he was already standing next to the alley of the bar your cab driver dropped you off a little while ago or if he was late.

Sick of waiting, you took out your pack of cigarettes and walked deeper into the alley to check. After taking a cigarette out and putting it between your lips, you lit the tip, inhaling deeply.

You were going to scold him for making you wait. A laugh escaped you at the thought of Kokichi telling you how he had explained to you that he was taking the train and it would be slower than you driving here or something along those lines.

Well, it would be a nice icebreaker.

While you were busy smoking and lost in your thoughts, sharp pain to the side of your head made you stumble forward. You dropped your cigarette and before you knew it your knees gave up under you, making you crumple to the ground as your vision went dark.

~~~

You froze. Not wanting to move or open your eyes until you could recall what had happened.

There were faint sounds of grunting. The next thing you noticed was the smell. Earthy, cold, and coppery. You tried to identify the foreign smell as you become aware of the tingling from between your legs. It had started to hurt, your hips felt sore and your eyelids felt heavier than usual.

The grunting sounds were soft and you could easily recognize the other sounds aside from it. It was like gears moving, a machine, closer to the sounds your door made when it wasn’t oiled up well, creaking and kinda ringing...

You had probably left the television on, slowly, you opened your eyes.

All you saw was dark, your back felt cold against something metallic. Your back was being roughly rubbed against your metal. What? It was hard for you to understand what was going on. With a pathetic attempt to move your legs, you only felt them being held tightly. There were splashing sounds, your ass was splashing against water. Tears started streaming down your face. you still couldn’t comprehend what was happening but you could feel it. You started to panic as the sudden realization of something thick and firm moving hastily inside you hit you hard.

Opening your eyes, you stared at a man in bandages who was kneading the soft flesh of one of your breasts, his mouth on the other, sucking your nipple in his mouth. You felt his hot tongue swirl around your nipple and an involuntary moan left your lips.

The sharp smell of the medical liquid made you nauseous as you remembered what had happened. But you had to stay calm and try to understand where you were.

You began to panic, trying to move your muscles but you could barely move. Strained, fear of the darkness drove you to move your limbs slightly. You threw your head back in shame and noticed the robot that was holding you instead of looking at the man inside the bathtub of medical liquid. Finally having your mind schooled back online, you started to notice your surroundings. First of all, you were in a cave-like place, being held by a robot by the back of your knees and the robot was moving you up and down on this man’s-

Another moan left your lips when the man’s cock hit a good spot. Glaring at the man, you tried moving your arms that hung slack by your sides but your limbs were weaker than you had realized. Your legs wouldn’t move either, your entire body felt sore.

There was nothing you could do as the robot lowered you up and on this man’s cock other than try to understand what had happened.

You stayed limp in the robot’s arms and took it as your assaulter kept furiously fucking you like a rabid dog in heat with the help of the robot. While the robot lowered you onto his cock and leaned forward for a second, you felt his hand reach to the back of your head and pull you down forcefully to crash your lips against yours as he used the same hand to run his fingers through your hair. He let out a quiet groan into the kiss and lolled out his tongue to lick your face, leaving a trail of his drool that chilled your skin. His hand in your hair crept between your bodies and he flicked a finger on your clit.

Jolting, you bit back a moan.

“The pictures on your profile didn’t do you any justice,” he spoke, planting kisses on your chest. “You’re so much prettier in person.”

Out of a sudden, it clicked.

“Kokichi?” His name broke into a moan as the robot slammed you down onto his cock. The robot was still bouncing you on his cock but to him, it wasn’t enough, he needed more. He had to feel more of you.

The robot dropped you in the bathtub, on top of Kokichi with his cock deep inside you. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck so you wouldn’t sink deeper into the bathtub. The medical liquid inside was cold, it made you shiver but Kokichi’s body was warm. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

“I can’t move my lower body without Mechamaru, I need you to comply.” His tone was impatient, the arm around you was trying to guide you to move your hips.

A grunt left you from the massive effort it took just to move your arm. Finally, you managed to move your arms, although it was heavy and almost impossible, luckily you succeeded. You shook your head, weakly pushing him away from yourself but as tiny, the bathtub was you didn’t have much space. Kokichi wasn’t going to let you move away from him either, he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you back, the liquid inside splashed from the force.

He groaned and you saw Mechamaru move again. The robot’s hands grabbed you from under your armpits, lifting you up and pushing you down onto Kokichi. He had his arm around you, moving your hips freely as he wanted since your weight had lightened thanks to his robot.

Your gummy walls clenched around his cock as you squirmed uselessly. He was breathing slowly and evenly while he carefully pulled you down for another sloppy kiss, paying no attention to your whimpers or the tears streaming down your face.

“You look so erotic when you cry,” he grunted, his hand moving to squeeze your cheeks together until your lips puckered. “Makes me wanna ruin you.”

You glared at him through your tears as he licked your tears that had streamed down to your cheeks before kissing you hungrily. He was inexperienced, you could tell from the way your teeth clashed and how desperately he tried to snake his tongue down your throat for no reason.

Mechamaru started frantically bouncing you on Kokichi’s cock, taking you by surprise. The irregular pace was gone, now, he was fucking you frenziedly, making sure that your gummy walls took the shape of his cock. After a particular spot his cock stroked, your pussy squeezed around him, causing you to moan into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, groaned loudly as your gummy walls started spasming around his cock. His bandaged hand went to grab your hip tightly to move you on his cock forcibly.

Medical fluid splashed and splattered on the ground each time you slammed yourself on his cock frantically with Mechamaru’s help.

You gasped in pleasure, your body was getting aroused. He must have noticed it because a smug grin spread on his lips before Mechamaru pounded you on Kokichi’s throbbing cock.

The knot of pleasure building in your gut quickly took over your senses, your gummy walls clenched around his cock and your muscles inside started pulsating.

Kokichi was caught off guard by your cunt trying to milk him for all he was worth. His cock twitched inside you as he lost control of Mechamaru who abruptly dropped you onto his cock. With a wanton moan, you wrapped your arms wrapped around him to balance yourself. His cock throbbed inside your pussy and thick spurts of cum burst inside your womb.

It continued coming out until you felt it overflow. As if he had been saving everything he got for this moment.

You went limp on his lap with his arm barely holding you up. Still, Kokichi managed to press a kiss against your temple, silently promising to keep you safe from the strangers on the internet from now on.

Or rather, he wanted to keep you for himself. Kokichi, as someone who had grown up on the internet, was desensitized to many things. He had no idea how women worked and most of the things he had learned about sex were from hardcore porn. Sometimes from even a more disturbing genre of porn. Having you here with him was something he had planned for a long time. He had been patient, patient, and patient. There was no way he was going to let you go. No, not when he finally had a taste of you. He wasn’t going to be only an internet friend or someone you met online who you got to be more than friends. He was going to be something a lot more than that. Perhaps, a boyfriend. Yeah, that had a nice ring to it.

One thing was for sure, the two of you weren’t going to be in a long-distance relationship anymore.

[duskwood-lovers]

Who are you?

Chapter:-6

Isabella's POV

Take a deep breath, Isabella. Inhale exhale again inhale exhale. " Get out," I said but they were still standing there. I can see fear in their eyes. You know what it takes every fibre in my body not to take out my gun and shot their fucking skull. " but boss we…". That's it I took my gun out and shot him in the head. As his body falls to the floor his blood is soaked on my carpet. I look at them and their body is shaking in fear.

" I SAID GET OUT, it's my last warning to you all don't show me your fucking face till you find anything about him. Got it". I told them to also clear this body aswell.

" Yes, boss." They said and left my cabin. I took the vase and threw it against the wall. The pieces were scattered all around the office. But who cares. I am just so frustrated right now.

So yeah, you all must be wondering what the hell is wrong with this girl. but nothing is wrong with it. I just have an anger issue but I swear I know how to control it. Let me introduce myself. I am Isabella Rossi and I am 20 years old. I have been doing what my family has been doing for centuries.

I take my cigarette out of my pocket. And lit that cigarette. As they are cleaning the body I walk out of the office. On my way everyone greeted me. I replied with a smile.

As I sit inside my car and start driving toward the warehouse. Suddenly my old phone vibrates. When I checked the name it was Jessy who was calling me. During these 2 weeks, they all became my good friends and we all chatted a lot. But I, on the other hand, always wait for Jake's message. He is on the run and I am worried about him. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice that Jessy was still calling me. I accepted the call.

Jessy:- Oh God Bella Someone arrested Phil.

Isabella:- Jessy first of all calm down and tell me what happened.

Jessy:- I go to the Aurora bar to help Phil because I don't have anything to do in the junkyard. And I also wanted to spend some time with Phil and then sudde…

As my car stopped. Guards open the door for me. I tell Jessy to hold on for a minute. As the guard on the door for me. I got out of my car and went inside and started walking towards my office. Don't ask how many offices I have. I don't know but I know one thing that most of them are illegal. But I don't care. As I enter my office I lock the door and resume talking to Jessy.

Isabella:- I am sorry you had to wait so you can continue what happened in Aurora.

Jessy:- Oh it's ok Bella, so as I enter Aurora I find a few policemen arresting Phil. I panicked and asked them why they were arresting my brother. You know what they say they can't tell me the reason.

I can hear her crying.

Isabella:- do you why Phil calls me Jessy?

Jessy:- Wait, my brother called you?

Isabella:- I think this is what I said.

Jessy:- I don't know Bella. I talked to my sister Angela and she said she will send a lawyer for Phil. Listen, I have to go to the police station. Can you inform the others?

Isabella:- Ya sure Jessy.

With that, I cut the call. I don't know what is going on in Duskwood. I was about to open the group chat. Suddenly I hear a knock on the door. I sign in frustration as I unlock the door a headache best friend David.

" Why did you lock the door? Are you fucking someone but I can't see anyone" he said while pretending for looking for someone. I roll my eyes and sit on my chair and sip my champagne." So why are you here" I asked him as he was looking at me intensely. "What, why are you looking at me like that?" I ask

"First you tell me why you have been smiling too much recently While using the phone?" Ok accept I smile too much when I talk to Jake but it's not my fault even though I don't know how he looks but still I find him so attractive. But I am not gonna admit it not to him because talking about your loved one in my world means putting them in danger. I am not gonna do that.

I looked at him and gave him my emotionless face" you know I don't repeat my past mistake". He looked at me with sadness " You know I didn't want to see you hurt again" he took a deep breath and looked at me with a sincere smile and said, " you know what leave it he is a motherfu@ker for leaving you. By the way, today we have an important meeting to attend". I looked at him and nodded. We talk about how our rival gang tries to steal our drugs when we are smuggling them to our client but as they attack we kill them. And save the drugs but the question is how did they know.

" There's a rat in our family who is giving information to them. We have to find him" he nodded and got up " don't worry I will find him you know no one can mess with us," he said with a smirk as we laughed together and then he left.

I open the group chat and tell them that Phil was arrested. They tell me how they think Phil has anything to do with that body and Hannah. I tell them to wait to see why the police arrest him.

As I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. I don't know why but I am missing Jake so much. I want to talk to him. Then I hear a notification that I am waiting for so desperately

Jake online

Jake:- Hello Bella :)

[extremelyblackandwhite]

tis the damn season

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none

a/n: this is the end and i’ll need therapy because dear god i hate it when any of my projects end. thank you so much for supporting it and reading. hope you enjoy xx

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS 

There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me but if it's all the same to you it's the same to me ...

There was a sea of people, suitcases rolling everywhere, people hugging their loved ones and there she was, straight out of the airplane holding her worn out, beat up suitcase with her name tag on it. It was a cold day, one of those that reminded her of being by the window with her mother doodling on the fogged glass as the snow laid on the green grass of her childhood home yet there was no snow, just cold. She knew to walk through the doors that led to the arrivals but she stood back, almost as if the cold froze her to her spot. Returning to her hometown meant looking at the road not taken before, the road she couldn’t have taken. Nevertheless, in the midst of chaos of people coming back home for the holidays, she ended up being almost dragged into the arrivals hall.

Immediately she spotted Wanda and Pietro dressed in thick winter coats and hats who were holding a sign with her name. She put on her best photographic smile, walking over to the twins who rushed over to hug her tightly, something she missed dearly when she was away. 

     - Finally! - the brown haired girl hugged her best friend tightly. - You can never leave me again for this long. 

     - It’s only for a few weeks, Wan. 

     - Let me savour it. - she loosened up the hug, handing Y/N’s bags to Pietro who just shrugged off and started walking to the car. - I have so much to tell you. Remember Elizabeth, the girl I copied off for Maths? Well, she got married but she had a baby like 5 months later which doesn’t adds up. 

     - Shotgun wedding. - Pietro added. - It was so tacky, absolutely awful. I fell asleep for at least five hours.

     - Very good gift bags though. I took an extra one for you. 

The three walked onto the cold town she thought she’d never have the change to return to. The moment she woke up from what she thought was certain death, her father and the chief of police were already telling her they had set up a witness protection program for her, all the way in Massachusetts. It was nice, she liked the weather, the warm fall colours during October but she didn’t felt at home. She had a new name, new story, in this one she didn’t even have her father not that in reality she ever did. She sat in the passenger seat of Wanda’s car, listening to all the news she seemed to have kept locked inside her mind for when she returned. Her mind as going haywire about what she wanted to know about, she wanted to know about Bucky.

She knew he couldn’t be happy if he had discovered it which she guessed by now he had. Several times her father had told her he’d employed several men to try and find her and had even told her to stay away until Christmas. Of course the only reason he wanted her around was so she could drive him from the bar after he drank his weight in beer but she couldn’t help but do it, she promised her mum she would take care of her dad no matter what happened. Yet, she still wanted to know about Bucky. She wanted to know if he hated her, if he had put a hit on her head. It kept her awake at night, every night, bugging her like a bad memory. 

      - Are you sure you wanna stay at your dad’s? You can stay with me and Vision.

     - Of course she doesn’t want to stay with you. What kind of name is Vision anyway? - Pietro rolled his eyes.

    - HIS PARENTS WERE HIPPIES. We’ve had this discussion. - Wanda playfully threw a empty water bottle at his brother. - Don’t you want to spend Christmas with someone who will actually be in the house during Christmas?

    - I promised my mother, Wan.

    - C’mon. If it’s because me and Vision will be there, there’s no problem. Remember Michael? He still wants to go out with you.

    - I don’t want to go out with him.

    - Yeah, Wanda. Y/N liked James Barnes. - Pietro muffled in a laugh, receiving a death glare from his sister. - What? It’s true. 

    - Y/N does not like someone who wants her dead. Don’t you remember when one of his friends was on campus and he had a gun? 

    - What? It’s just like Mr and Mrs Smith and for one, it’s something I’m interested in. Good for her. 

    - What about you, Pietro? Where’s your girlfriend? - Y/N smirked, crossing her arms as Wanda parked in front of Y/N’s childhood home.

    - Which one?

    - You’re a lost cause. - she opened the passenger’s door, going around to retrieve her suitcase.

    - Call me if you’re alone during Christmas or Christmas Eve. Vision and I will come and set up a dinner with you.

    - It won’t be necessary.

    - Just call me, okay?

    - Okay, Wan. I’ll see you tomorrow. 

The red head smiled before driving away. Y/N stood on the cobblestones of her sidewalk waving goodbye before it was time to go meet her father. Her relationship with him was at best strained. When they didn’t find the shipment they wanted, he subconsciously blamed her along with constantly talking about how Edward could’ve died but he was luckily alive with a limp. She wished he had more than a limp but saying anything against his ward was absurd and completely forbidden. She was almost sure he’d spend more time at the hospital with him than her.  Nevertheless, she was here and as she stepped into her porch, there were no Christmas lights, no garlands. 

Flashbacks invaded her mind of sitting on the wooden stairs as her mother wrapped every surface she could in garland, wrapping the lights around the columns while her dad worked overtime. The two would then sit on the stairs with cups of hot cocoa, Y/N always preferring white chocolate hot cocoa with pink marshmallows and watched the lights go up for the first time. Every year she expected there to be lights after her mum was gone but they never showed. One year she tried to put them up but she soon came to realise the lights that held whatever sweet memories an object could hold were lost and gone. Everything was gone. She didn’t know why she expect it to be here.

Her keys jiggled as she opened the door to her childhood home. It was always messy, dusty, her mother’s yellow coat still hanging on the coat hanger the day she returned from the hospital. The house was a snapshot of that day, never changing, her father didn’t allow her. She knew why, she always knew why, she just refused to say it, she refused to say whom her father believed was the cause of her mother’s death. She refused to say it because she knew who it was and it wasn’t who her father thought it was.

     - Dad? - she left her suitcase against the entry wall, walking further into her house and into the kitchen, liquor bottles on the floor near the chair were her father was sitting, still in his uniform, shirt tightened over his beer belly. - Hey dad, how are you?

    - Y/N, darling, can you get some some of the liquor from the cabinet?

    - Sure, dad. - she turned around, reaching into the cabinet, right at the end of it where she kept a bottle with water which tricked him all the time. - How’s the precinct?

    - I think you know. 

    - You shouldn’t make catching him your target. Your target should be to protect innocent civilians.

    - What would you know about it? You failed us. 

    - I’m sorry. - she looked down at her shoes. - You know ... I smell snow.

    - You can’t smell snow, Y/N. There’s no such thing. 

    - C’mon... - she held his hands in hers. - We can make some hot cocoa, like mum used to do.

    - Your mother would’ve been ashamed of you. - she shook his hands away from her, pointing his finger at her. - You caused another officer to get shot, you have no integrity. I shouldn’t have put you in the case.

    - I didn’t. - she took a step back. - I told you I didn’t and you don’t believe me. Barnes didn’t try to shot me and Edward stepped in, you saw the report, the bullets don’t match up. He tried to shot at Barnes.

    - He’s the most experienced shot I know, if he wanted to have gotten Barnes, he would’ve.

    - He would’ve if I hadn’t stepped in front of it. 

She turned around, tears watering her eyes and making her vision blurry as she walked further an further away. She kept walking, away from her house, away from her street until she was the furthest from it she could. The wind blasted her hair in different direction, freezing through her thin, useless jackets. She could smell it was going to snow, she could always smell it, the smell of freshly fallen and there she was, having forgotten her jacket. It was late into the night, no establishment was open and all she could wear were her boots against the slight frozen layer upon the cobblestones. She should feel hurt but she found herself in a numbness of state, the image of waking up in a hospital room all by herself much clear in her mind. She continued to walk until a purple light lit up her face.

She looked upwards, the title of the old establishment she used to work in blasted into purple light. Now, she was a rational being, a true believer of think before you act  but she was cold and seemingly no longer held fear of her own death. Life is ephemeral and if she was meant to die, if fate was a thing then let it be. She went through the bodyguards entering the club that despite being almost Christmas Eve was filled with people. 

Meanwhile James was leaning against one of his club’s walls, cigarette hanging from his lips. Filthy habit he knew, but he did it when he stressed. It soothed him, yet it seemed like all self destroying things soothed him. His eyes lingered against the empire he had built which now seemed so stupid. All material things and a few kills to remember him by when he died. He wondered if they would even remember or if when he breathe his last breathe, he’d be erased as quickly as he came to be. No one remembers what came in between and James did not create the business, he just perfected it. Nothing surprised this old dog anymore until tonight. He thought his brain was playing tricks on him as he saw her pass through the doors, hair covered in a knitted hat yet as quickly as he saw her enter, the quicker he saw her leave.

     - Steve, follow her. - he immediately told the blonde who was happily chatting with his newly wedded bride. - Tell me where she stops. You better not lose her out sight or you won’t have any children.

Y/N was fast out, the moment she felt the warmth of the club. She no longer knew what she was doing, much too lost in whatever pain mixed with unresolved feelings she had. Nevertheless, she was out, and immediately calling Wanda. She was out on a date but offered to stay at her house and that was enough. She needed to sleep, consider what she was doing here and then return to Massachusetts. She could get used to being Elizabeth, the orphan girl who went to Harvard. She could be Betty, she could be someone on paper. She just didn’t know how to be Y/N anymore. She had to go back.

Wanda’s new place wasn’t thankfully too far and per usual she hide the key behind her petunia vase. Inside it looked exactly like what she believed her best friend’s dream home looked like but she deserved it. She deserved Vision, she deserved all this happiness and she wished she could stay behind and watch it. 

She stripped out of her frosted clothes, walking into the bathroom to take a warm shower. “It’s no use dwelling on the past, sweetheart. It’s already gone.” her mother used to tell her and she guessed she was right, what use was it for her to wonder what if? There was no what if. She was a dead woman if he knew, but Y/N was already dead even if she didn’t. The last name ended with her, the genetic tree of her ancestors ended with her and she guessed it fit, destroyer of trees and blood. 

She felt the warm water drip down her body and onto the porcelain floor of the shower, the foam making the air smell like wild daisies on a summer afternoon. It felt warm, it felt nice, thoughtless, to be only the essence of life without the obligation of thought.  Just seeing, living, greatly dissolving into the fabric of nature. Stepping out of the shower, thought evaded. She was expecting to see him, to look at him one last time before she was gone. Yet again, what use was to look into someone who’d she betrayed? It was no use. 

She involved herself in the white fluffy towel, walking into the kitchen to rummage through whatever Wanda and Vision had. Wanda was always a fun of tropical fruit so she knew she probably kept something yummy for her.

    - You’ve always toyed with probability, petal. - she turned around once she head that voice, heart clenched yet beating faster at the same time. - It is very dangerous for you and for you friend. Easy lock, windows open. 

     - If you’re going to do it, please do it outside where we won’t stain my friend’s apartment. 

     - Oh petal ... - he took the gun from the holster which was always close to his legs. She had been shot before, she didn’t feel it, it didn’t hurt. She closed her eyes, waiting for the sound but the only sound that came was his gun hitting the floor. She opened her sides, watching as he slide the gun over to her, it reaching her feet. - I thought we were done with you being afraid of me. 

     - James ...

     - Bucky. - he corrected her, still standing on the opposite side of the room. She stood there motionless but he started walking up to her. - You think I want to kill you.

    - The worse thing I have ever did was what I did to you. Besides, Wanda saw one of your friends on campus with a gun.

    - We always carry guns, petal. The question is what have you done to me?

    - I’ve betrayed you.

    - Have you? Because I don’t remember my shipment being intercepted not that it would, I lied to you.

    - You lied to me?

    - I never doubted your ... your affections towards me but I did doubt your loyalty to your father. I was surprised. 

    - Were you?

    - No, I lied. What I was surprised about what that you took a bullet meant for me. What the fuck were you thinking? You could’ve died.

    - I don’t know.

    - You ran away from me. I wanted ... I ...

    - What did you want, Bucky? - she cocked her head to the side, examining him and whatever his thoughts were doing to him.

    - I wanted you. I wanted to have been by your side when you took a bullet for me, I wanted you in my bed, not in my bar I hate watching other men ogle you. I wanted you to marry me and carry my child. I wanted to give you everything I have and some more, all of what I have and all of what I don’t have. I wanted you, the captain’s daughter. I adored you. 

   - You don’t know me.

   - I know you. You’re a terrible liar, can’t lie to save your life. Your heart ... - he stepped closer and closer to her. - Is on your sleeve. You might not know who you are or you might forget it but when you do remember I control everything but you control me. 

   - Bucky ...

   - I just wanted to see you’re alive and well. I’ll leave and promise you’ll never see me again if you want. 

   - You didn’t ask me what I wanted.

   - What do you want, petal?

   - I want you to kiss me. 

   - I know where that ends, petal. - he smirked, hand searching for hers. - Very tempting of you to do those things to me. 

5 YEARS LATER

It was cold, the sort of cold Bucky had began to hate, the sort of cold he felt whenever she left early in the morning to go to work but it was the sort of cold which mixed with sweet memories. Nevertheless, there he was, at another meeting, hearing whatever bullshit excuses Rumlow had to give him. Steve had been the one to suggest taking his territory rather than just off him yet taking care of a damaged business with an even more damaged partner was doing his head in. He stood against the new furnished couches of the bar, drinking his scotch as he heard Rumlow ramble and ramble about how he had good ideas. He had ideas, just not good ones. An hour late he was leaving the godless establishment to return home. He walked home as he always did during winter, watching the newly put up Christmas lights in the streets. His apartment wasn’t too far, having sold his previous one once Y/N moved back to Massachuts to buy one near her and then selling it once she graduated to buy another one. It was close to the bar and she liked it that way, constantly begging him not to go during Christmas and stay with her but business was business. Entering his home, the electrical fireplace was on and his heavily pregnant wife was barefoot, walking side to side and jumping into her dress.

    - Stop jumping, you’ll fall and hurt yourself. - Bucky smirked, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her body. - And we all know you can’t get up when you fall. 

    - So funny. - she playfully slapped him on the chest. - It’s almost as if this wasn’t your fault. 

    - How’s our little boy?

    - How do you know it’s not a girl? - she smirked. - Nice try, Bucky but you’ll only know when the baby is born. 

    - You’re killing me here.

    - Come on, we have to go to the twin’s baby shower.

    - Explain to me again why did your friend decided to do a baby shower after the babies were born?

    - So that she would tell us what size clothes they are. - she gave him a soft kiss, leaning against him. - You won’t be your usual grumpy, scary self. You’ll be good to the other dads. 

    - What will I tell the other dads when they ask me what I do?

    - You’re a business man. - she straightened his suit’s lapel. - Isn’t that somewhat true?

    - You’re lucky I adore you.

    - Come on. 

Bucky found it hard mixing both of their lifestyles, but he did it for her. God, he had done so much for her and he only wanted to do more for her. If someone had told him he’d beg the police captain to go to his wedding just to make Y/N happy, he would’ve laughed, yet Y/N deserved it. His father had pretty much set her aside once it came to light she was hanging out with him and he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. He didn’t have many friends and those he had had completely relationships to the friends Y/N had, nevertheless he tried. He wanted to be the best husband and the best father he could possibly be. Bucky would lay sleepless every single night wondering how he’d do it. How would he go to profession day and tell kids about his job? He couldn’t or he’d traumatise them. Nevertheless, he worried. Y/N was going to be a great mum, the best mum even but him? He wasn’t so sure.

They reached Wanda’s place which was decorated with all sorts of baby blue decorations. 2 boys in one go. If Bucky suddenly had two kids, he would’ve had a heart attack. He barely knew he could be a good dad for one, imagine two.

    - Oh my god, you’re huge. - Wanda said as she opened the door. - How come it’s not out yet?

    - The baby’s stubborn like his father. 

    - More like his mother. - Wanda added. - Come see the twins.

There were two bassinets on the living room where Vision was frantically rocking them side to side, Pietro sat in the couch on his phone while most of the guests were still to arrive. Y/N looked over the bassinets, the two babies laying there wide awake which probably explained why Vision looked so overwhelmed. 

   - Why are they so big? - Y/N whispered to Bucky. - I can’t push something that big out of me. 

   - Well, think positive, at least you’re only pushing one out of you and not two. 

   - So that’s Billy and that’s Tommy. I think. - Wanda cocked her head to the side. - Well, Billy replies to his name and Tommy doesn’t.

    - Can I hold one? 

    - Sure. Bucky, do you wanna hold one? - Wanda asked and before he could reply, the redhead had already put a baby in his arms. James hadn’t held a baby, he didn’t know how to hold a baby yet there it was, a baby. - Aw, look at that Billy or Tommy likes you.

   - We’re still working on what colour we should dress one another so we know which one is which. - Vision added. - Pietro is still upset we didn’t name one Pietro.

   - Y/N you will name your baby Pietro if it’s a boy. 

   - Absolutely not. - she said as she cooed the baby in her arms. - They’re so beautiful. Congratulations. 

   - Yeah ... - Bucky handed back the baby to Wanda. - Do you think I can use your balcony?

   - Sure. 

Y/N furrowed her browns, putting the baby back in his crib before excusing herself. She gave Bucky some time before following him and there he was, leaned against the wall, cigarette hanging from the middle of his lips as his wild blue eyes observed the night sky. 

   - It’s a filthy habit. - she walked into the balcony. - What’s stressing you?

   - Nothing’s stressing me, petal.

  - You always smoke when you’re stressed so let it out. What’s wrong? Is it Rumlow?

  - Rumlow wishes he could stress me. 

  - Bucky.

  - You’re pregnant, petal. Like ... really, really pregnant.

  - We’ve established that. - she looked at her own bump. - You thought it was a food baby?

  - I don’t know, looking at Wanda’s kids ... we will have a baby in less than a month and I am going to be a father and I will screw it up. I’m not ready.

  - You’re stressed about being a dad? - she wrapped her arms around his neck, soft kind eyes looking at him. - Buck, everyone’s stressed with their first baby. You’re going to be a great dad.

  - I should get a new job.

  - Not this again.

  - Yes. I need to get a new job so the baby ...

  - Bucky, you don’t need a new job. - she interrupted him. - Your job won’t put the baby in danger because I won’t let it happen. I don’t know if you remember but I’m very good at deflecting bullets.

  - Deflecting? - he laughed. - You’re very good at catching them.

  - Either way, you’re going to be a great dad. Steve’s a great dad and he went parachuting without a parachute like an idiot. You take a parachute, at least.

  - I see your point.

  - James Barnes, in exactly five months you’re gonna be as good as a father as you could be. - she leaned against him, taking her opportunity to take the cigarette away from his mouth and tossing it out the balcony. Her eyes followed up to his face, intently on something. - What?

  - I smell snow.   

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[rostovs-lover]

roy rogers

brian may x reader | cursing, some suggestive language, a little bit of anxiety, alcohol consumption | she/her pronouns | fluffy? slow-burn?? | wc.3667

i’m low key tempted to make a part two,, 

anon : Can I request a super cute fic where Bri needs more money for uni, so he starts offering guitar lessons and the reader has a little brother who really wants to learn how to play, so she signs him up. Maybe her brother is extremely good with a guitar and he has a lot of lessons with Bri. He also sees the reader a lot and he catches feelings HARD. Maybe the reader’s little brother spills something to both of them with the help of the rest of the band and they end of together. I just need major FLUFF

your younger brother thinks his guitar teacher is perfect for you and he’s adamant about getting you together. requests open!!

     A Roy Roger’s is a nonalcoholic drink made of cola and cherry grenadine and topped with a maraschino cherry.

     Your younger brother, David, practically lived in your apartment. For a fourteen year old he was brilliant and very, very sneaky. Sneaky enough to creep out of your mother’s house in the dead of night and crawl up to the fire escape of your second story apartment.

    When you’d stumbled to the kitchen, half asleep, he’d been at the table thumbing through a cookbook. He’d also had the audacity to laugh when you screamed, thinking he was an intruder. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and it most definitely wouldn’t be the last either.

    “One of these days something is going to be thrown at your head,” You hissed, setting a bowl of cereal in front of David, who looked at it with the utmost disgust.

    “What is this?”

    “Quisp, either eat it or starve.”

    He glowered at you, “I like Waffelos,”

    “That's so sad, I have no money, its Quisp or nothing.” It was quiet for a while as you both ate, David still looking through your cookbook.

    He closed the book, examining the cover as he spoke, “Mum said you have to sign me up for guitar lessons,”

    “Mum said what?”

    “You have to sign me up for guitar lessons, she’ll pay. I have a well of untapped potential in the musical realm. That's according to her coworker, Deirdre.” He sighed, exasperated, “Mum trusts Deirdre apparently because now I have to learn guitar.”

    “Where on earth does mum expect me to sign you up, I mean did she give you any specifics, like a price range? Do you even have a guitar?”

    “First, I have mum’s old guitar. Second, she just said lessons. I think she trusts your judgment.”

    Despite how much you appreciated your mother trusting your judgment, finding reasonably priced guitar lessons with someone who wasn’t a creep was harder than anticipated. You had collected a handful of flyers and business cards, all offering said lessons. The first call you placed was to a nice old lady looking to take up some spare time by providing lessons but she lived too far away for your mother to drive every week. The next was almost promising until you told Robert MacIntere that the lesson was for your brother, not you and he hung up the phone. One woman had too many cats, another man asked for your shoe size, someone else cursed you out when you said you couldn’t do their outlandish prices. The only promising thing you had gotten was a History professor, a very nice man too. You were thrilled when the lessons had finally been scheduled until he bowed out at the last minute and you were back at square one. 

    You had almost given up when, one rainy Thursday evening, you found an advert pinned outside of the auditorium. Guitar lessons, not too far away, open every Tuesday and Wednesday after three o’clock. The document was typed, all except a phone number scrawled on the bottom, almost as if an afterthought. You scratched the number on the palm of your hand and called straight away when you got home.

    The line wrung for several seconds, “Yo?”

    “Hi. Hi, yes I’m calling about a flyer I saw posted at Imperial College? It was an advert for bi-weekly guitar lessons, and your number was on the paper. I was wondering about booking a couple of weeks?”

    The person on the line snorted, “Sorry dear, that’s not me. I assume you’re looking for my mate, just one moment and I’ll gather him-” You heard his hand cover the receiver as she called for someone, “Just one sec’ lovie,”

    The phone was audibly handed off, “Hello?”

    “Hi, um I’m calling about the guitar lessons?”

    “Oh!” His voice, “Yes, of course! That's me, are you looking to schedule one?”

    You had scheduled for the following Tuesday at four, to meet at his apartment. In the car on the way there, David rambled on about everything he wanted to learn and exactly how ecstatic he was for this. He had named his guitar George, after George Harison, who he admired. On the elevator ride up to Brian’s apartment, David was practically vibrating and he bounced on the balls of his feet as you waited at the door.

    The door was opened by a blond, clad in a bathrobe and flannel pyjama pants who puffed at his cigarette as he stared at you, “What brings you here?”

    Before you could speak David, who the blond hadn’t noticed until just then, piped up, “The guitar lessons. I’m the one being taught, [Name] is just sitting in.”

    “Oh, well come in then, I’ll go and get Brian.” He tucked his cigarette behind him and lead you inside, “Um, make yourselves at home, couch is all yours.” He howled Brian’s name and ducked into the kitchen, snuffing out the smoke in an ashtray.

    David got settled on the couch, tugging out his guitar, and you set into a chair. From around the corner rushed a very frantic body, clutching his own guitar. He was very tall, and the black pants he wore made his legs seem unproportionate to his body. What caught your eye the most though was his hair, he had a thick mane of tightly wound black curls, which also added to his height.

    “Hi, I’m very sorry about this, I got a touch caught up in a bit of school work.” He settled onto the couch next to your brother, “You must be David, I’m Brian.” He gestured a hand to your brother.

    David, ever the charmer, shook firmly as he spoke, “Its pleasure meeting you. I wasn’t quite sure that lessons were even going to happen, no one seemed right, according to mum, but you seem nice! Your guitar is neat. Oh! That's my sister, [Name], I believe you spoke on the phone.”

    “We did,” Brian leaned forwards to shake your hand as well, “Its nice to meet you,”

    A better teacher would have been hard to come by. Brian was patient and soft spoken, he worked at your brother’s pace, never rushing past anything he didn’t fully understand. The lesson was only an hour long but it seemed much shorter, with a book in tow you didn’t pay much mind to anything else. That was until you caught yourself glancing over the cover to watch the lesson. Brian was attractive and he had very nice hands. You were somewhat aghast you’d never seen him on campus, he seemed hard to miss.

    The lessons became weekly, and despite trusting Brian and his roommate, Roger, you still opted to stay for every one. It was always pleasant, the apartment was nice, Brian was nice, and you had begun to get acquainted with his friends. During the third week, Roger had let it slip that they were in a band. Brian’s face had flushed scarlet and he’d played with his fingers as he explained that it wasn’t anything serious. On that same visit, you’d had a conversation with Roger in the kitchen while he got you a glass of water. He was nice, only half awake at the time, but you’d realized you had an evolution class together at school. He had also given you his number, and David would absolutely not let you hear the end of it.

    “Please-” Your brother cried as he threw himself onto your sofa, “You haven’t had a boyfriend in ages. The last one was, what was his name?”

    You rolled your eyes, “Chet?”

    “Chet Robbins! Chet the safe bet!”

    “Chet the safe bet? Did you make that up?”

    David smiled, very proudly, “I did! Just now actually, because it's true! Chet, the business student, trust fund child, frat boy. Why not date a drummer?”

    “Because I like stability David,”

    “[Name] date the drummer. I beg, I plead. He was so into you, he gave you his number!”

    “If you will recall, I have his number. Because his number is the apartment number and that's what I called for the lessons. I also refuse to date your teacher’s best friend. How would I approach that, ‘Hi Brian! You’re teaching my brother an instrument, I did your friend last night. How have you been?’”

    David gasped in mock disgust, “I never said a word about doing him. You foul wench, I simply implied dinner. Maybe seeing one of his shows.”

    “Oh my dear, when you date a drummer it's never just dinner.” You snorted.

    “Well, when I date a drummer it will be. Only dinner, no foul play.”

    “Please, please keep that attitude for the rest of your life.”

    It was quiet as he mulled over your words. You started off, putting away your bag and coat when he abruptly sat up, “You don’t dislike the drummer, in fact, it has nothing to do with him. You don’t like my teacher’s best friend, you like my teacher.” He grinned when your face lit up, “Oh you do, you absolutely do! I’ve never seen you blush that hard.”

    “You little twit,” You hissed, “If you say a word about this I will have your head. This stays between us and us only.”

    David was sneaky, very sneaky. Your conversation had planted an idea in his head like a seed and every brief glance and soft smile you shared with his teacher was water. He was growing a downright devious plan, with you directly at the center of it.

    David, after quietly looking over the house and picking up on Brian’s affinity for science fiction, had been the one to recommend you start reading George Orwell’s 1984. He had also purposely disappeared to the restroom when he caught sight of Brian eyeing the cover.

    Brian carefully cleared his throat, “Do you read much Orwell?”

    “Oh, Orwell? No, not really. I, um- I read The Road to Wigan Pier for a book club a while ago. Are you a fan?”

    “Oh yes,” He smiled, leaning forwards, “I’ve read that, actually. I was in a band a few years back by the same name,”

    You cocked your head, closing the book against your finger, “1984?”

    “Yes, quite silly, I know. Never was much good at naming.”

    “Roger said you’re in a band now, what's that called?”

    His cheeks were beginning to pick up a soft pink again, “Um, Queen. Our singer named it-”

    David sat back down, “Did I miss anything important?”

    Brian looked away and you went back to your book. The only noise became the guitar residing between the two boys on the couch. David had learned enough to start on a song, I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash. It was recognizable enough to draw your attention, and it was lovely at first until it was all David played. When you returned home, when you visited your mother, he played it so much you had memorized the fingering to it.

    It was at another lesson, several weeks later, when you had been left by your lonesome. David had gone to get a drink and Brian had run to retrieve something from his room. All alone and with nothing to tell you not to you settled into the couch with the guitar and tried at the song. It was choppy, a bit off-key, but mostly there.

    “I didn’t know you played?” Brian’s voice was soft but you still jumped, shooting around to find him. Leaned against the back of the sofa he twirled a coin between his fingers, grinning down at you.

    You swallowed, “I don’t, no, not really. Dave’s just played this so much I remembered how it looked.” 

    He propped his chin in his hand, “I think you could be quite good. Just, here-” He slipped the coin between his teeth to reach down, softly grasping your wrist, adjusting your placement on the neck. His hands were warm and it sent a shiver up your spine as he carefully moved your fingers, “That should do nicely, I trust you’ll do well with the right placement.” He was quiet for a moment, silently pondering something, “Friday night we have a show at about ten o’clock, say you come and maybe I could show you something on the guitar afterwards.”

    You considered, “Where is it?”

    “The Cameo, downtown London.”

    “It sounds lovely, very, but I have to admit I’m not big on the downtown London clubs. I actually don’t know where that is. Although I do have a friend whos well versed with the scene, I could ask her to show me there?”

    “Wonderful,” He grinned, “It's a date!” Something else David wouldn’t let go of. Usually, all he talked about was the music he learned but now he was enthralled with the prospect of a new romantic venture. You had been informed on exactly how to dress, what makeup to wear, what drink to order. He also picked the exact shade of blue for you to paint your nails.

    You called Marilla after your mother picked David up and she had agreed, enthusiastically, to show you to the club. When she arrived you had been called ‘prudish’ and were forbidden to dress yourself. In the very back of your closet was a floral dress you’d bought for a wedding reception that never happened. It was supposed to be returned but you just hadn’t gotten around to it.

    “It doesn’t scream rock n’ roll,” She inspected the green fabric under the kitchen light, “But anyone can look like Twiggy with enough eyeshadow so it’ll have to do. You should invest in club clothes, you might have to if anything goes with this guitar player.” Her eyebrows wagged.

    You rolled your eyes, taking the dress from her, “Hush, you’re just as bad as David.”

    “Your brother?” Marilla snorted, “What's he got to do with this?”

    “He's an insufferable little shit, that's what-” You pushed off your top, “At first he tried to get me with the guitar player’s flatmate but when that didn’t work he really pushed Brian and I,”

    Marilla was amused, far more amused than you, “He's a cunning thing, I’ve always liked him. Oh boy, now I really want to see your guitarist, Brian was it?”

    The club pulsed, dull lights glaring down against everything. It was smokey and smelled of weed and whiskey. The band onstage was far too loud and you clung to Marilla’s hand as she pulled you up to the bar.

    “What do you want?” She practically had to yell for you to hear but it went through you, you couldn’t think with all the noise and lights. She sighed and patted your hand, “A Moscow mule and a Roy Roger’s please.” She shouted at the bartender, “It's alright babes, no alcohol, just fancy cherry coke.” You nodded and accepted the drink, taking a tentative sip as you scanned the crowd. The band onstage had seemed to conclude their set but it didn’t make things any quieter. It was overwhelming really, moreso as Marilla started to pull you up to the front.

    “Come on, it's almost ten. Your boy’ll be up next!” She settled in front of the stage, rooting you to the spot next to her.

    Brian’s flatmate came out, twirling a drumstick between his fingers and he was met with loud cheers. Marilla whooped, waving big up at him. He was followed by the bass player, Brian, and the singer. They were all enthralling, and you were enraptured. The boys on stage looked ethereal, in flowy tops and sparkly makeup. The frontman was clad in glittery jewelry and the bass player wore platform boots. Their music drew you in and eased your nerves about how crowded the club was. The last song had a guitar solo and as he played Brian’s eyes met yours. A rose of warmth bloomed into your cheeks and he grinned, fingering at the chords.

    Marilla, immune to none, elbowed you in the ribs, “That's him?!”

    You nodded, “It is,”

    “Damn girlie! Good for you! But for the record, I think I like the drummer,”

    “His name is Roger. If you come backstage with me you can meet him.”

    She grinned, “I’m so proud of you, getting connections!” As they finished Roger flung one of his drumsticks into the crowd. You flinched as Marilla’s hand shot out. She squawked as she caught it, quickly tucking it into her pants and taking your hand, pulling you towards the back lounge. She pushed at the thin curtain to the side, slipping in.

    It was quieter and you watched people in glamorous outfits dally about. A redhead in hot pants dropped onto the shabby leather sofa, passing glass bottles of something to both the drummer and bassist. The singer was swirling what you could only assume to be a cosmopolitan. He looked up, catching sight of you and Marilla, both looking a bit lost.

    “Hello, come come!” The singer waved you over and Marilla practically dragged you.

    “You are spectacular!” She raved, “All of you, magical!” She tugged the stick out of her waistband and made her way to the drummer.

    You cleared your throat, “You really are amazing, you have a lovely voice.”

    The brunette smiled, “Thank you! I’m Freddie by the way, our charming drummer is Roger. The lovely John plays bass and Brian should be around here somewhere, he plays the guitar.”

    “It's nice to meet you, Freddie, I’m [Name]. I was actually looking for Brian,” You twiddled with your fingers, looking down, “He asked to meet here tonight. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is would you?”

    “You know, he may have popped to the kitchen. I’ll show you,” Freddie stood up. He seemed to catch your hesitation, glancing back to Marilla, “I’ll keep an eye on her. Roggie really is no harm, he plays much bigger than he actually is, I don’t think he could hurt a soul. Not an undeserving one at least.” He started towards the kitchen with you in tow.

    Aforementioned kitchen was small and shockingly clean. Your guitarist sat on the counter with a glass of water.

    Brian seemed to be in his own world until Freddie caught his attention, “Someone’s been looking for you, my dear,”

    Brian looked up, “[Name]! Hello, I’m so glad you came!” He slid off the counter setting his drink down, “Did you bring your friend?”

    “I did, she’s become infatuated with Roger though.”

    He grinned, “Oh Rog seems to do that to some people.”

    “Well, I'll leave you to it!” Freddie called, waving and walking back to the lounge.

    When the door shut Brian began to fiddle with the bottom of his shirt, “I left my guitar in the other room, I could go and grab it if you’d still like to learn that song.” He studied your face, “But you don’t look comfortable, are you alright?”

    “Yes, this just isn’t really my scene. I’m not used to the noise and everything, there's a lot of people here.”

    He smiled sympathetically, “I know, it's crowded. There's a nice little diner just down the road, we could walk there and talk if you’d like.”

    You nodded, “Sure, that would be lovely.”

    The air was crisp and it brought you back to reality from the club. Brian had lent you an extra sweater he had brought, it was warm but you had to roll the sleeves a few times. It was quiet as you walked, the occasional car rushing past. The sidewalk narrowed as you got closer to the strip of restaurants and you felt the back of Brian’s hand brush yours. You caught his fingers, lacing yours into them and nervously looking up. His expression mimicked yours, jittery and shy and totally taken.

    “You look very pretty,” He murmured, thumbing over your knuckles, “That green looks very nice on you.”

    You smiled, “Thank you, you look lovely as well.”

    “Oh pish posh, this is just stage wear. But I’m glad you think it looks okay, Rog said I looked frumpy.”

    You giggled, “Marilla, the one who brought me, called me prudish earlier.”

    His laugh was soft, “Well, we can be fashion disappointments to our friends together,” He pulled open the door to MaryAnne’s Diner, holding it for you.

    You were settled in a booth waiting for your order when Brian spoke, “David really has potential,”

    “With the guitar? I’m not surprised, he's always been good at everything he tries. It's really quite annoying, how brilliant he is.”

    “He seems so, a very nice kid. Does he live with you?”

    “No no,” You smiled, “No he lives with our mum, he just sneaks out to see me more than he should. I don’t know if I ever thanked you for letting me sit in, I know it's not common practice. I just worry about him, he seems so much older than he actually is and I’m worried it’ll get him in trouble one day.”

    Brian patted your hand, “Oh darling, I understand. I really don’t mind at all, I’m glad I met you.”

    “I’m glad I’ve met you as well.”

    He had walked you home, contently explaining the story behind one of the constellations he saw.

    He stalled at the door, keeping your hand in his, “So I suppose I’ll see you next week?”

    “Absolutely,”

    He moved one hand to push a piece of hair out of your face, “Well until then I suppose,”

    You leaned up, closing in on him. You felt his hot breath against your cheeks, “Is this okay?”

    He nodded, “More than,” And pulled you into him. 

     He was as gentle in kissing you as he was in everything else, carefully nudging his nose against yours. His mouth was warm and he stroked your mandible, easing deeper into the kiss. He relished in the taste of maraschino cherry from the Roy Roger’s you’d had earlier. You gasped softly as he nipped at your bottom lip, pulling away. The lipgloss he had been wearing was smeared against the corner of your mouth and he carefully wiped at it with his thumb.

    David would never let you hear the end of this either.

[drabbles-mc]

Best Ex Ever

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Warnings: language, Coco Cruz being Too Much but we love him anyway

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: A middle of the night upload because inspiration hit me on the way from from Christmas Eve dinner lmao. Based on the song Best Ex Ever By Lewis Brice. Enjoy!

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“You need to get the fuck out,” the bartender was firmly, but as kindly as he could, trying to push Coco out the door of the bar, “Now.”

“Can’t leave if I don’t got my fuckin’ keys,” he was trying to push through the man in front of him and failing miserably.

“No way I’m giving you your keys, man,” the only reason the bartender hadn’t grabbed Coco by the collar of his shirt and physically thrown him out the door of the bar was because they knew each other. But his patience and courtesy was wearing thinner by the second, “Call one of your buddies. Or a fucking Uber for all I care. You’re not driving, though.”

Coco could tell by the look on the man’s face that he wasn’t going to be winning any arguments against him at this point. He also knew that he was pushing his luck already. He knew better than to start shit when he was out, especially if he was out alone. But one guy at the bar just wouldn’t shut up and it grated Coco’s last nerve. Was smashing a beer bottle upside the man’s head a bit drastic? Perhaps. But there was no undoing it now.

He let himself be pushed out the door of the bar. He shook his head, muttering under his breath as he walked through the parking lot. He was trying to dial his phone and get a cigarette out at the same time, which he shouldn’t have attempted when he was as drunk as he was. Clearly, though, the part of his brain that was in charge of rational thought was not operating at maximum capacity.

The phone slipped from his fingers. He attempted to fumble and catch it before it dropped completely, but his luck ran out the second he left the bar. It clattered to the ground and into a water-filled pothole in the parking lot. He let out an obnoxiously loud groan as he quickly swiped it out of the water. He dried it off and attempted to hit any and every button, but it was no use. The phone was shot. He knew that if he tried to go back inside the bar to use their phone that he was going to catch a beating from either the man he hurt in the first place, or the bartender. He lit his cigarette as he tried to weight out his options.

Then, miraculously enough, he noticed that the back corner of the bar had a payphone attached to it. Of course this little dive bar would be the last place left in California that had a payphone. He stumbled over and tried to remember someone’s phone number. He was so used to having them programmed into his phone that he never bothered to memorize anyone’s. He was wishing for EZ’s brain for just a moment.

The only phone number that came to mind was a number that he didn’t really want to call. He doubted that you would come and pick him up anyway. But he didn’t have much of a choice. With a heavy sigh he slid a few coins into the slot and dialed, praying that you would pick up and come get him.

“Hello?” your voice was drowsy and he knew that he had just woken you up.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Coco?” you groaned, “What the fuck? It’s like 1am.”

“My bad. I know. I, uh, I need a ride.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yea. Got kicked out of a bar.”

You scoffed, “Shocker. Why can’t one of the guys come get you?”

“Phone’s broken. I’m calling you from a fucking payphone, Y/N. Clearly I don’t got a lot of options tonight.”

You laughed, getting a little more enjoyment from his predicament than maybe you should have. You took a deep breath, “Alright. Just, fuck, alright let me get my shit together and I’ll come get you.”

You could hear the relief in his voice as he told you the name of the bar he was stranded at, “You’re a fuckin’ saint.”

“And you’re lucky for that, Johnny Coco Cruz,” you chuckled before hanging up.

Luckily, the bar wasn’t too far from your place. You were in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, knowing that with the state he was in, Coco wasn’t going to give a shit what you were wearing. He was just going to be happy that he wasn’t being made to walk home. You rolled into the parking lot and saw him sitting on the hood of his car, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. His eyes brightened when he saw you and he hopped down, walking up as you rolled to a stop.

He climbed in and let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back in the seat. He glanced over at you and there was a drunken smirk on his face, “Thank you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re welcome.”

“You ever need anythin’, you know I got you, right?”

You chuckled, finding it hard to believe given your current situation. But you appreciated the sentiment nonetheless, “Thank you, Coco.”

A few minutes of silence passed as you drove him back to his place. You still knew the way there by heart and you wondered if you would ever forget it. He rambled on a little bit, continuously thanking you for coming to get him. You could see him looking at you out of the corner of your eye. He had that very familiar and flirtatious twinkle in his eye and you were careful about what you said to him.

“Why’d I ever let you go, huh?” he drummed his fingers on the console and you could see that he was fighting the urge to reach out and try to hold your hand.

“Because I apparently don’t have a high enough tolerance level for bullshit,” you laughed.

He chuckled, nodding, “Right.”

The rest of the ride passed with silence between the two of you. The only noise was coming quietly from the radio speakers. Soon enough, you were pulling up outside his apartment building. You threw the car in park and looked over at him, trying to figure out if you were going to have to help him upstairs or if he could handle it himself.

“You’re a fuckin’ lifesaver,” he smiled.

You chuckled, “I know. Goodnight, Coco.”

“You could come up if you want?”

“Goodnight, Coco,” you bit back a laugh.

He didn’t push it, knowing it was a longshot to begin with. He hopped out the car and walked over to your window. You rolled it down, curious to see what he was going to do. He leaned down, resting his forearms on the narrow sill.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he smirked, surprisingly coherent despite the drunken haze in his eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

“You’re, hands-down, the fuckin’ best ex ever. You know that, right?”

You laughed and gently patted his hands, “I sure do. Get some sleep, Johnny.”

He stepped back from your car and walked towards his apartment building, “Goodnight.”

You stayed just long enough to make sure that he got into the building okay before taking off. You couldn’t help but to laugh as you drove away. You replayed the entire night through your head as you drove home and you had to find amusement in the whole thing. You weren’t sure there were many people you would’ve gotten out of bed to do that for at that hour. Especially not any of your exes. Only Coco.

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Spitfire-chapter 3

Sorry that I've been gone for so long, here is the next chapter in my Sweet Pea story.

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Aurora’s POV

I stormed out of Sweet Pea’s trailer, tears coming to my eyes as the scene played on repeat in my mind. He only saw me as a friend nothing more, no matter how close we had been. I heard a bang coming from his trailer and I knew that he knew I wasn’t coming back. I sat in my car just outside Sunnyside Trailer park as I watched Toni and Fangs ride in on their bikes. I knew they were going to Sweet Pea’s as today was our normal day of watching movies until we got bored and ordered food. It’ll be a shock to them that I’m not there cuddled up to him already. I threw my car into drive and took off back to my house, hoping that Archie was with Veronica and that dad was at work. I didn’t want to deal with anyone else today I just wanted to lay in the bath and listen to music. There were no cars in the drive way when I got home so I headed straight upstairs to my bathroom and started running a bath with bubbles for myself. I had cried the whole way home and my eyes were puffy and my makeup smudged. I lit a few candles around the bathroom before I heard the doorbell ring just as I was about to get undressed. I groaned and headed back downstairs my socked feet making little noise on the hardwood floors.

“This better be fucking good I’m not in the mood.” I swung the door open to be face to face with Toni. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into her body. I felt sobs wrack my body as she moved us inside.

“It’s okay, come one I know that you want a bath, I’ll help you.” She led me upstairs and back into the bathroom that smelt like the teakwood candles I had lit before Toni arrived. She helped me undressed which isn’t weird even though she’s gay, this isn’t the first time Sweet Pea has been a dick and I’ve needed a bath. She switched on her playlist specifically designed for moments like these and she came to sit on the edge of the bath with some make up wipes. After helping me take off my smudged makeup she sat down on the cold tile of the bathroom and turned to me. “Tell me what happened. He told us what happened but what happened with your side.” I sunk down lower in the bath before I answered her.

“Basically he thinks that I need protecting, that I’m so fucking breakable that he needs to protect me from everyone.” I took a deep breath and looked at her.

“Oh honey, no he doesn’t, he knows how strong you are. You have never not once backed down from putting him in his place, when most people would from one single glance from him. That first day we met you I remember talking to him once you left, he said that no one has ever stood up to him like that. We teased him saying that he liked you but he brushed us off. When you did your dance he couldn’t take his eyes off you. But I know for a fact he wasn’t thinking sexually, there was nothing going on in his pants when Fangs looked at him. That may sound bad but what I’m really trying to tell you is that; he may be a dick, and he may have anger issues that he really needs to resolve but he does like you, as more than a friend, he’s just afraid of you leaving, he only has us. Well us and the serpents, but even then he really only has the three of us and he’s terrified of any of us leaving him.” I blinked back tears as her words sunk in. I had just walked out of one of my best friends lives just because he called me a friend and because I thought he thought of me as breakable.

“Should I go back over there?” I asked her.

“God no, make him grovel, you’re a badass bitch who don’t need no man. Make him want you that much more, make him squirm. Honestly he probably deserves it. Tonight you and I are having a girls night.” She giggled causing me to giggle. “Now where do you hide your face masks?” I pointed out the bottom drawer in the vanity. She nodded and got out all the different masks that I have before she took off out the door. I shook my head at her before she came back in dressed in a pair of my pjs and carrying another pair along with underwear for me. She was wearing a light green pair that consisted of booty shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. For me she had grabbed my black booty shorts with my huge tshirt that I had stolen from Sweet Pea. I glared at her before I got out wrapping a towel around my body and drying off.

“I thought we were trying to make me feel better not make me miss him.” I held up the shirt to the front of my body.

“Shit I forgot that was his.” I waved her off and pulled it over my head. I may be pissed at him but he still smelt amazing. Even the candles I had put on reminded me of his scent. We spent the rest of the night talking shit about Sweet Pea and Fangs and also laughing our asses off at memories either with or without the boys as we did masks and watched stupid girly movies which made the both of us cry.

Sweet Pea’s POV

Summer had came quickly. Rory was avoiding me at any cost, serpent meetings she would stay by the bar with Toni, or she would be working the bar. She never came to the wyrm to just hang out anymore and when I saw her in school she kept her headphones in and her head down. I had been spending a lot of time with Josie McCoy and she was fun sure but she was no Rory, I thought she could help me get over her but she couldn’t. She and I were just using each other and called it a summer fling but a couple weeks in I couldn’t do it anymore. I had watched Rory laughing at Fangs and Toni in the wyrm and I just felt like absolute shit, so I stormed out of the wyrm jumped in my bike and made my way to Josie’s.

“Didn’t know we had a hook up scheduled.” She chuckled as she opened her door.

“I’m not here for a hook up.” I told her looking down at my feet. “I cant keep doing this Josie, I’m sorry.” I went to turn back around and leave when she grabbed my shoulder turning me around. Her lips were on mine and before I could even think we were up in her room hooking up yet again. I looked at her and suddenly I couldn’t see Josie anymore I saw Rory which made me kiss down her neck and bite harshly. I felt her moan which only spurred me on more.

It wasn’t until I was laying down staring up at the ceiling that I finally saw Josie not Rory. I frowned and looked at Josie before I got up to collect my clothes.

“This is it, no more I cant keep doing this to myself.” I told her as I buckled my belt back up.

“You love her don’t you?” She asked as she wrapped a sheet around her body.

“Who?” I asked her playing dumb, in the last 6 months all I have been able to think about is Rory, I have finally come to the realisation that the things we used to do we did because I liked her.

“Aurora Andrews.” I looked down at the floor as I shrugged on my jacket.

“Yeah I do. I have since I met her.”

“Then go get her dumbass. You’re the reason she has changed and you and I were only doing this so that we could forget other people. And I know I’m not the only one it hasn’t worked for. I don’t know how many times you’ve called me Rory.” I turned away from her and started to head out the door. “I hope it works out for you Sweet Pea, you’re a really great guy and I’m sorry for using you these past couple of weeks.”

“I’m sorry too, I hope everything works out for you.” With that I walked out of her room and out of her house.

I made my way to Wyrm knowing tonight was a night she was doing a shift with Toni, I had to talk to her, I needed to talk to her even if I can only get her back as a friend I don’t care. I quickly spotted Toni as I walked in, but she quickly ducked into the room behind the bar.

Aurora POV

Toni joined me in the back room as I tied my hair up getting ready for my shift.

“He’s here, you either start the plan now or you keep waiting hoping life will go on. But I know the both of you are miserable without the other.” She went to turn around and walk out before I spoke up.

“He has Josie now.” She spun back around to me as my voice was so quiet. “He doesn’t want me anymore and the plan is now null and void. Can I just have the night off?” She shook her head and grabbed both of my shoulders before pushing me out the door. I stumbled a little bit before I crashed into a strong chest. Their arms wound around my waist and I was hit wth a familiar scent, one I hadn’t smelt in months, other than the occasional candle that had a similar scent. Minus the leather and cigarette smell. I looked up craning my neck slightly as I was in heels so I wasn’t as short as I normally would be, and I found myself lost in his deep dark pools of whiskey. He cleared his throat and I pushed myself away from his strong arms and chest standing on my own. I crossed my arms over my chest and just stared at him as I waited for him to say something.

“Rory.” He breathed out reaching his hand out to me. I took another step back away from him and saw his face fall. “I’m sorry about that night, I’m a fucking idiot, I didn’t realise only calling you a friend and making you think that I thought you were fragile would do this. I like protecting you, even though I know you can protect yourself, I like knowing that I’m needed. These past couple of months I have missed your touch, have missed our banter, I’ve missed the way you push me to be someone better than just a drug running Serpent. Aurora Andrew’s I miss you so much and I never thought I would ever say that about a Northsider but you are different.” He took a deep breath and our eyes locked. I felt my resolve crumple around me and I reached my arms up and tangled my hands in his hair bringing his body closer to mine. Feelings aside, because he never mentioned them and I knew he was with Josie now, I knew I missed my best friend.

“Ive missed you too Sweets, I’ve missed sitting on you, I’ve missed our movie nights and cuddles. I’ve missed everything about you even the way you smell, which sounds weird now that I say that out loud. I had this whole plan to make you regret being a dick but standing here in your arms I know that I never want to go that long without your arms wrapped around me again.” I buried my head in his chest and I felt him chuckle as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“What did this plan entail?” He asked me pulling away from me slightly.

“Basically it was just making you regret the way that you spoke to me, showing you I wasn’t fragile and kicking some Ghoulie ass, but thinking about that now I can see how stupid it was.” I laughed and brought him in for another hug. His head rested in the crook of my neck and I felt his breath fan over the exposed skin.

“Rory, shift is starting!” I heard Toni yell from behind the bar. I pulled away from Sweet Pea and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before I strutted away swinging my hips more than normal as I felt his eyes on me. He is such a boy. I joined Toni behind the bar and watched as Sweet Pea walked over to Fangs to start a game of pool. “So… that looked promising?” She questioned me as we started to serve some of the patrons of the bar.

“He apologised and told me all of these cute things that he missed about me, I was fucking putty in his hands and he knew that. I wanted to make him work for it but as soon as I felt his touch I was fucking gone. Toni I think I love that man over there.” She squealed and pulled me into her.

“I’m so gad you finally see it. Ive been saying that for months and you’ve just brushed me off every time. I actually remember you threatening me over it once too.” We giggled at each other and my eyes found Sweet Pea, he was already looking at me and we made eye contact before I blushed and turned away from him back to the job at hand of getting the older serpents drunk.

“Hey pretty lady, what are you doing after you finish up here?” I heard a deep baritone voice coming from behind me and instantly tensed up. I turned around slowly and threw the rag I had in my hands at Sweet Pea.

“I was seriously about to cuss you out and tell you I had a boyfriend, they always leave me alone when I do that.” He threw the rag back at me and I got back to the tedious job of cleaning all the glasses.

“You get that often then I assume?” He asked me as he sat at the bar. I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed a beer out for him.

“Every so often, once they saw I wasn’t around you as often they started to get worse. I guess your just a really scary badass Serpent that even the older serpents are afraid of.”

“Yeah I kicked one of their asses a few months back and no one has looked me in the eye since.” He took a swig of his beer before my attention had to be taken away by another Serpent.

“Hey hot stuff!” I rolled my eyes but went over to him anyway. “Once your done with mister 30 seconds I’ll take a beer and your number thanks.” He winked at me and I watched from the corner of my eyes as Sweet Pea clenched and unclenched his fists. I bent over slightly more than I needed to in Sweet Pea’s line of sight as I got the beer out.

“You can have the beer, because that’s my job, but my number and my attention are saved for him, so I would appreciate any rude remarks to be kept to a minimum or non existent.” I sent him a wink and shoved the beer into his hand before turning back to Sweet Pea.

“Um, when did that happen?” He asked gesturing to my body.

“Um, when my big cuddly teddy bear decided to be a dick. I told you I could take care of myself, now you’ve seen me in action.” I rolled my eyes at him as he looked back over to the perv from before. “Plus he probably heard you hit on me and I didn’t say anything so he thought it was alright tonight.” I shrugged and started to wipe down the bar.

“I always knew you could handle yourself Rory, I’m just very protective, and I guess you could say territorial as well.” He looked down at the bar not meeting my eyes.

“Oh I know you are Sweets, why do you think I let you give me all those hickies anyway?” He gave me a questioning look finally meeting my eye as I leant against the bar on the other side.

“Wait, what? You knew I was doing that to keep pervs like that fuckwit away from you?” He asked me, I nodded and leant over closer to him on the bar. My boobs getting squished between the bar top and my body.

“Of curse I did, I also knew you beat up the first Serpent that tried to hit on me too. I’m not stupid Sweets.”

“Never said you were. What time do you get off anyway?” He asked me as I leaned back to look at the clock.

“Uh, in 15 why?”

“Movies at mine? No Fangs, no Toni just the two of us?”

“Absolutely!” I looked around for Toni hoping I could get off early. I found her over by the pool tables with Fangs. “You go talk to her, I’ll make sure everything is right for her to take over.” He nodded and got up making his way over to Toni and Fangs, I saw her nod her head as I wiped the bar clean.

“So you having movie night without us tonight?” She asked as she retied her apron on her hips. I nodded and blushed. “Get out of here, and if I don’t get an update tonight I’ll assume things went great and we should start planning your wedding tomorrow.” She winked at me causing me to blush even darker. She pulled me into a tight hug before placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Ready?” Sweet Pea asked from behind Toni. I nodded and pulled off my apron before going into the back to get my things. Sweet Pea placed a hand in the small of my back as we made our way out of the Wyrm.

“USE PROTECTION!” I heard Fangs yell from inside and I blushed and looked at Sweet Pea.

“Toni also thinks something is going to happen tonight.”

“It can if you want.” He whispered in my ear before handing me his helmet. I shook my head and gestured to my own bike. His eyes nearly fell out of his head at my baby. I grinned before placing a kiss on his cheek and skipping off to my bike, turning the key and hearing the engine roar to life. I looked back to Sweet Pea who hadn’t moved yet, his jaw going slack before I winked at him and sped off to his trailer.

Being back in his trailer again after so many weeks of not being here was weird, he handed me a glass of water before we sat down on his couch and faced each other.

“How have you been?” He sat down his glass and licked his lips. I found myself watching his every move.

“Not too bad, been busy working and you know things with school.” He ran his fingers through his hair and I felt my fingers twitch.

“Okay, look we used to be close, I want to get back to that and this small talk bullshit is not helping our situation. In the last couple of months we have both been avoiding each other, after you stormed out of my trailer Toni told me why she thought I lost you. Look, I called you a friend because I thought that’s what we were, just best friends.”

“Look I understand that we were friends and I know that you calling me a friend shouldn’t have effected me the way that it did. But it happened and I acted on impulse,”

“The way that you left effected me in a way that it shouldn’t have as well. We were both acting on emotions, I love you Aurora, that is why I protect you, that is why I acted the way I did with Mantle that day, and why I got so emotional when you told me you could handle yourself. I know you can but I like feeling like I’m needed, needed by someone so important in my life. It gives me a feeling of accomplishment. I miss the feeling of your fingers on my skin, I miss when you would push me in the chest when I was being a dick, I miss you sitting in my lap and wrapping my arms around you, I miss cuddling in the couch and watching movies until all hours of the night.” He reached forward and took my hand in his anger one, he looked down at our interlocked hands and started to fidget with one of my many rings. “These past couple of months have been hell for me, as Im sure it has been for you. Toni hardly spoke to me she would talk to me through Fangs, and I knew she was with you when she wasn’t with us. It killed me not having you right beside me.” I squeezed his hand and looked into his deep whiskey eyes. I’m could see a slight sheen to his eyes and squeezed his hand again.

“Sweet’s, these months have been just as hard for me too, that’s why Toni stayed with me. I reacted the way I did because I thought we had something, because I thought you could see I could handle myself and when you would jump in it made me feel like you didn’t have that faith in me. I thought you cared enough to let me be myself. It hurt Sweet Pea,”

“Noah,” I cocked my head to the side and looked at him strangely. “My name, its Noah.” He looked down at his lap and I felt my face contort into a smile. “No one knows, so please keep it to yourself.” He avoided looking up at me. I reached forward with my free hand and grasped his jaw tilting his head to look at me. I held his gaze.

“Noah, I will never let anyone know. Thank you for sharing that with me.” He let go of my hand and I felt his calloused hands rest on either side of my face.

“I want to do something.” I nodded my head holding eye contact with him. He leaned in pulling my face closer to his, I closed my eyes as his lips gently brushed mine before he pulled my face even closer and deepened the kiss. He pulled away from me slowly I kept my eyes closed but caressed his hands gently as they laid on my jaw. “Aurora Andrews, I have loved you since you stood up to me, I felt soft and weak under your gaze,” I felt his thumb softly rub his thumb against the apple of my cheek. “I honestly hated the feeling but I found myself drawn to you, to feel your touch and to feel your gaze on my skin once again. I craved the feeling of your skin on mine, I became protective of you, I hated it when you joined and did the dance, I never wanted this life for you, I don’t even want this life for me, but if you feel the same I will work tirelessly to give you the life that you deserve.” I felt a tear roll down my cheek and Sweet Pea was quick to wipe it away. I opened my eyes and felt myself get lost in his honey coloured eyes.

“Of course I feel the same, I’m strong but I feel weak around you, I feel butterflies whenever you touch me, which is a lot by the way. I want a life with you Noah, we can get out of this together and have what we want.” I took his hands off my face and held them in my own. “I love you Noah.”

“I love you Aurora.” I pulled his face closer to mine and planted my lips on his, he pulled back slowly and rested his forehead on mine. “Be mine?” I nodded keeping my eyes closed when he pulled me impossibly closer almost sitting on his lap before kissing me passionately with his arms wrapped around my waist.

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I Don’t Know(ft. G Dragon and MINO) (6)

Part 6

When Jiyong stumbles into your home drunk, you start to remember things long forgotten.

This series will be updated once a week, every Friday! No specific time though lol. It’s an AU where Jiyong has a younger sister and you’re her best friend! Featuring my OC Mirae as the Best friend. Just saying, it’s not related to any of the scenarios I’ve written so far. Please do leave me some comments or asks! I love receiving them! It’s also a bit of a love triangle situation, so yeah :)) There will be eventual smut in this series.

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Word Count: 2840

WARNINGS: slight smut, drinking.

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6 years ago

It was late. Jiyong had just finished watching a movie and was wrapping up. He was just about to go to bed when he heard loud singing and knocking from the front door. Rushing to get the door before anyone else woke up, he opened it to find you, flushed and swaying, with an idiotic smile on your face.

“Jiyong!”

And you threw yourself at him. He caught you, whisper shouting at you.

“What’re you doing? Why did you drink so much?”

You pouted, eyes becoming sad. His heart clenched.

“It was Mina’s bachelorette.”

“Why’re you here?”

You looked around, confused.

“I don’t know.”

Your eyes widened.

“Do you not want me here?”

Your lips started trembling. Jiyong sighed.

“No, it’s not that. Come with me. Just… don’t make any noise.”

Immediately, your face lit up and you yelled,

“Yay!”

He smiled looking at you, gently shushing you. You were an adorable drunk. You pouted.

“Why do you not want me to talk Jiyong?!”

“Because it’s 2 in the morning and I don’t want you to wake up everyone else?”

“Oh. Good point.”

He held your hand and guided you to the couch.

“Sit here and don’t move, okay?”

You reached out and grabbed his hair.

“Woah! So fluffy! Your hair is surprisingly soft for someone who dyes their hair so much.”

Jiyong froze, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. You ruffled his hair, laughing.

“You’re surprisingly cute Jiyong.”

He turned red.

“J-just wait here, okay?”

Still flushed, Jiyong went up to his room to get make up remover for you. By the time he got back though, you weren’t there anymore. It was relatively easy to find you though. He just had to follow the sound of the crashes.

He found you in the kitchen, crawled up on the counter, trying to reach the chocolate wafers. He sighed and reached over you, getting the wafers and handing them to you.

“What’re you doing?”

“I was hungry.”

“Okay. Turn towards me.”

“No. I want to eat and you’ll steal my wafers.”

Jiyong didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh.

“Y/N, I’m not going to steal your wafers. I just want to remove your make up and get you to bed.”

“Sleep is for the weak Jiyong.”

“Says the girl who once slept for three days straight.”

You huffed and widened your eyes.

“Hey! That was after not sleeping for a week!”

“Why didn’t you sleep for a week?”

“…I procrastinated.”

“Exactly.”

Tired of you rambling, Jiyong gently grabbed your waist and turned you towards him, standing between your legs.

“You can continue eating. I just want to remove your make up.”

And as he gently wiped off all your makeup, you stared at him, wondering how he was so beautiful. When he looked up and caught you staring, you blushed and stuffed a wafer into his mouth.

“What was that for?”

“Consider it a gift.”

“Come on, let’s go up.”

You started whining.

“No, Jiyong. I’m tired. I’m just going to curl up here and sleep.”

Jiyong raised his eyebrows.

“Here?”

“Yes.”

“On the cold marble counter top?”

“Yes.”

“Where there is barely enough space for you to sit?”

“Yes.”

He sighed. Muttering under his breath, one of his hands gently went under your knees and the other went around your waist as he carried you, enjoying the way your arms went around his neck immediately for support. Your face went red and you buried your face in his neck, leaving you unaware of his adorable smile. He opened the door to his room and gently put you down on his bed. Sounding adorable confused, you asked,

“Why are we in your room?”

“Because if you wake up Mirae, she’ll kill you and you need to change. Here, take this t-shirt and shorts. I’ll be outside. Call me once you’re done changing and I’ll help you to Mirae’s room.”

You felt happy when you wore his clothes. Your drunk mind didn’t comprehend why, but it felt nice. It was comfortable. It was familiar. You looked around at his room and stared at the pictures he had up. You were in some of them. It made you feel nice. At least he cared. Even if you didn’t remember this the next morning, it was nice to know he cared. You were interrupted by a gentle knock and Jiyong came in.

“You should have called me.”

“I was looking around.”

He sighed, ruffling your hair.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

And as he held your hand, you pulled him closer, burying your face in his chest.

“Jiyong, can we just stay here like this for a while?”

His breath hitched, but he sat there next to you in silence, allowing you to rest against him. After a while, he realised your breathing was getting slower and sleepier. He was about to get up and tuck you in when you grabbed his hand. You mumbled something in your sleep.

“Don’t go Jiyong.”

His heart melted when he saw your small hand wrapped around his. He moved you in and lay down next to you, letting you snuggle into him and just enjoyed the moment. He stayed like that for a while, until he was sure you were asleep, and then got up and slept on the couch. Seeing you in his arms in the morning would have been too much. He didn’t want to give himself hope.

 4 years ago

There was a family get together at Mirae’s place. You were practically part of the family, so of course, you were there too. You smiled at everyone as you stepped away from the light and the noise, wanting a bit of fresh air. You walked away, enjoying the cold, fresh night air. You walked towards the back, walking through some grass when you heard the grass behind you rustle. Tensing, you turned around, prepared to punch whoever was following you, but only found a very surprised, sheepish Jiyong trying to light up a cigarette. You walked over to him, stifling a laugh at the way he refused to meet your eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m here to smoke.”

You looked at him sceptically.

“Weren’t you supposed to be trying to quit?”

He looked at you suspiciously.

“What’s it to you?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you.”

You moved away, not liking the smell of the smoke, and you stumbled. Jiyong’s eyes widened and he grabbed your arm, pulling you into him.

“Be careful! You could’ve gotten hurt. Why’d you move away?”

Your face scrunched up when he breathed out the smoke on your face.

“I don’t like the smell of cigarettes Jiyong. You do what you want, but I’m going to just walk for a bit.”

You gave him a light smile, wrapped your shawl around yourself tighter and walked off. Jiyong watched you walk away with a growing sense of panic. Suddenly, he found himself putting out his cigarette and jogging up to catch up with you. He never smoked a cigarette around you again, because he never wanted you to walk away from him like that again.

 ***

Minho sat down at the table, with you sitting right next to him, your hand on his thigh. Jiyong’s jaw tensed. You didn’t realise but Minho did, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at Jiyong while taking your hand and saying,

“Hi hyung! It’s nice seeing you here.”

Jiyong barely managed to politely smile and nod at Minho before getting up to leave for the bar. It was going to be a long night. Minho felt a little guilty for driving away his hyung, but the overwhelming feeling was still relief, because seeing you with his hyung just reminded him of everything in the past.

Two hours later, Jiyong could barely stand when Hwiyoung, the designated driver for the night, helped him into his car. Hwiyoung had very kindly offered to drop off everyone, but you had declined, knowing that they couldn’t find out about Minho. Jiyong was drunk, and while that was nothing new to him, he was used to taking someone home with him. After meeting you again though, he couldn’t, because every time he was with another woman, all he could see was your face, your smile, your lips, everything about you. He was lost in thought, thinking about you when Hwiyoung stopped the car for Somin to get out. Just wondering out loud, he asked,

“I wonder why Y/N didn’t just come with us. You and Y/N literally live on the same floor.”

Somin laughed.

“I’m sure she had her reasons. But we don’t live on the same floor. I live on the 9th floor and she lives on the tenth floor.”

“Meh, close enough.”

Hwiyoung was about to start the car again when Jiyong suddenly sat up, barely aware of what he was doing when he told Hwiyoung,

“Hwiyoung, thanks for the lift, but I’ll get off here.”

“What? Why? This is so far away from your place.”

To make things less suspicious, Jiyong smirked and said,

“Yeah, I know, but a girl I know just texted me to meet her at the ice cream place down the road, so I’ll just go.”

“Oh, okay then. See you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Hwiyoung.”

 You were slowly unwinding after Minho dropped you home, changing into a tank top and shorts and listening to music while going through your emails. You smiled when you saw Somin’s. She really was a lifesaver. You opened up the email and a chill went down your body. It was about the meeting with Jiyong. The one where you thought he was making fun of you. The more you read of it though, the worse it became. Why was he apologising? Why were the colours he picked your favourite colours? Why did he pick tea, peonies and poems? Oh no. Oh good god no. You shook your head. You had to be wrong. He couldn’t possibly like you. After years of making you feel awful, he can’t just change his mind. Just when you were finally happy. You snapped your laptop shut. You didn’t want to think about it anymore. You couldn’t afford to. But just as your mind went back to it, you heard the doorbell ring.

You were suspicious about who could be knocking at your door so late, but you knew who it was the moment you heard his drunken singing of ‘If you’. Your blood froze, but you opened to door to see what he needed. Icy, you asked,

“What is it?”

Jiyong didn’t respond and walked straight into your apartment, looking around in wonder.

“Get out of my apartment.”

Jiyong just turned and flashed you a light, trusting grin. You just stared at him in disbelief. He came close to you and cupped your cheeks.

“Wow, you look really pretty.”

And before you could react and pull away, he moved away, covering his face and blushing. You looked at him, drunk out of his mind and sighed.

“Can you stand on your own?”

He jumped.

“Yeah, I’m going to take that as a yes. You’re too drunk to go home on your own, so I’m going to call you a cab, okay? I know we have to be careful about your image but I know this one guy-”

And before you could complete your sentence, he fell on you, pushing both of you onto the couch. His forehead was resting against your collarbone. You blushed as you looked around. It was a very awkward position to be in. You were just about to push him off when he held your hand and very sleepily said,

“Don’t go Y/N. Let’s just stay like this for a while.”

You froze. You never fully remembered what happened when you were drunk, but this brought back memories. Why was it that you had a vague memory of saying that to him and him actually listening? You looked down at him. He was asleep already. Sighing, you pushed him off and got up, shaking your head as you forced yourself to not think about what you just remembered. Or what Somin’s mail told you. You couldn’t afford to. Not when you finally got over him. Not when you were happy with Minho. You went and got a blanket to cover Jiyong with. It was cold without one. You looked down and decided that you didn’t want to be alone at home with Jiyong. Too many memories. And it would have killed Minho if you did. So, you called him.

He sounded quite surprised when he answered.

“Hey Y/N, all okay?”

You smiled when you heard his voice. You could already see the raised eyebrows on his face.

“Hey Minho. Did I wake you up?”

“No, I was just changing. What’s up?”

“Do you mind spending the night here, with me?”

You could hear him grab his car keys and wallet.

“I’m on my way. What happened?”

“Jiyong is here.”

Minho had just gotten into the elevator when he heard that. His heart stopped for a second.

“Jiyong turned up here drunk and passed out on my couch. I don’t want to be here alone with him, which is why I called you.”

You paused.

“Minho, sweetheart, listen to me. It’s going to be okay. Nothing happened. He just passed out here. I like you. I’m with you for you.”

You could hear Minho shakily take a breath.

“Yeah, I know Y/N. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Don’t worry.”

 When you opened the door fifteen minutes later, you were expecting to find a worried, sad Minho. You were not expecting to be pushed against a wall and kissed hungrily. Before you could get used to it and kiss him back, Minho wrapped your legs around his waist and his mouth had already moved on from your lips to your neck, hell bent on leaving marks. Minho couldn’t help it. His fear got the better of him. He had to feel you. He had to feel you to know that everything was real. That you were his girlfriend. That he wasn’t just lying to himself.  His hands desperately went to your tank top and bra and ripped them off. You gasped. You knew something was off. This felt different. Minho had never been this aggressive with you. But the moment his tongue met your nipple, all thought left your mind and you moaned, letting him carry you to the bedroom.

  ---

Jiyong woke up early the next morning, wincing at the sunlight that was hitting his face. Yawning, he slowly stretched and looked around. Where was he? Did he go home with a woman last night? He furrowed his brows. No, that’s not right. He was with Y/N and her team last night. Oh shit Y/N. that’s when everything started to come back. And then suddenly, in the span of seconds, he went from confused to happy because if he was in an unfamiliar place, that meant you had let him stay. He looked down at the blanket covering him with a newfound appreciation. You had put that blanket on him. You still cared enough about him to do that for him. He grinned and jumped up, wincing from the ache in his head. He had to do something as a thank you. As he went to get water, he suddenly found a packet of pancake mix. His smile got wider. That was one of the few things he could cook and luckily, pancakes for breakfast were your favourite.

A good twenty minutes later, you stirred, the sounds from the kitchen disturbing you. Wait. Sounds from the kitchen? If you weren’t cooking, who was? Turning around, you saw Minho with his arms wrapped around you. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and slid out of his arms, throwing on his shirt from last night before walking out into the kitchen. You were taken aback when you saw Jiyong flipping pancakes and adding them to a stack next to him.

“Jiyong, what is this?”

Jiyong grinned. You called him Jiyong again. He was in the middle of flipping a pancake, so without turning around to face you, he said,

“Good morning Y/N! Thanks for letting me crash here last night when I was drunk. As a thank you, I made pancakes.”

He had just flipped the last pancake and turned around with a huge smile on his face only for it to fade. And fast. It first faded because he saw all the new marks on your neck from last night because of how loose Mino’s shirt was on you. It faded more because a shirtless Mino had walked out of your bedroom, wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. He looked up at Jiyong, surprised at first, then nervous and finally, with a challenging raise of his eyebrows, he said,

“Good morning hyung.”

[elenamiria]

Boyfriend Pt. 2

Javier Peña x Reader You and Javier both seem content not to acknowledge what happened between the two of you making work awkward. To solve this Javier goes back to his old habits causing you a great deal of jealousy. However when you seek out someone to push Javier out of your mind things don’t quite go according to plan.

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Swearing, minor angst, drinking, smoking, fem reader, smut - unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), no pulling out, dirty talk, slightly rough sex, nipple play, possessive Javi, aftercare

Boyfriend Pt. 1   -   Pt. 2   -   Pt. 3 

 Quick little note for the content, in this fic I discuss Bachata. Bachata is a dance that when danced with the right partner can be intimate and sexy however as a dance it itself is perfectly innocent, it’s a very common dance now though in the 80′s when this fic takes place it was only just rising to prominence as it was looked down on when it first came out. There’s a lot of political history behind the dance and if you’re interested in learning more about it there’s an excellent article about it here. Also if you have no clue what Bachata looks like or is I recommend watching this video before reading the fic! This is an example of great chemistry in between partners.  Also thank you all so much for the support on the first part of this fic!! Everyone was so sweet, I’ll be responding to everyone later tonight, for now enjoy!  I love each and every one of you who read this fic, whether or not you like or lurk - it’s all welcome and appreciated so much!! Tags: @blxwjobsforclones​ @fishswimbetterunderwater​ @aeryntheofficial​ @corrupt-fvcker​ (just in case you wanna read the next part🥺) 

The second time you and Javier Peña fucked was about two weeks later. Though only after both of you couldn't contain your jealousy any more.

A few days after the car incident Javier still couldn’t stop thinking about it, about you. Your words kept replaying over in his head, ‘it wasn’t anything’, and he kept replaying his own stupid words over and over too. He should’ve said something to you about how you made him feel, about how when he saw you go down he swore his heart stopped and how when you kissed him nothing had ever felt so right before. Instead he chickened out and brushed you off like it was nothing, which is what he convinced himself it was to you - nothing.

Things had grown tense between you two where normally easy quips filled the air, leaving Steve to roll his eyes, there was silence. And when he tested the waters with a gentle compliment you simply said ‘thanks’ and went about your day. He couldn’t lie he missed the playful flirting that always flowed so naturally between the two of you and when the silence between the two of you didn’t seem to change, causing his stress levels to skyrocket, he turned back to what he was used to. That just so happened to be dealing with his feelings through sex, though not with you that would be too simple. He turned back to fucking informants, he hadn’t stopped once he realized his feelings for you but it had definitely slowed him down but now it was like a dam broke and he couldn’t stop himself.

You had been slightly suspicious when suddenly Javi was bringing more info to the table, remembering when you first arrived to Colombia Steve giving you a warning about your other partners unusual methods, but you pushed any concerns aside as you threw yourself into work. You had started bringing work home to distract you from the object of your affection who, in an unfortunate turn of events, lived directly below you. Noise didn’t carry much from below up but you were sure he could hear you moving above him, as you could always hear the person above you. So, you weren’t aware of Javier’s steady stream of lovers until a poorly timed cigarette break.

You didn’t smoke often so you weren’t sure why you couldn’t shake the need for a cig, sighing you put aside your tedious task of the night (combing through call logs for a specific number) and fetched your carton and lighter. Locking your apartment and double checking you hustled down the steps and out of the lobby, only sparing a glance at Javi’s door. With another sigh you leaned against the building and lit up, taking a deep drag you let your eyes close before exhaling. Maybe it was good to take a break, your eyes were struggling in the poor lighting and you had started to re read the same numbers accidentally, the fresh air was reviving your brain somewhat. Taking another deep drag you started to plan out the rest of your night but we’re distracted by the noise of the opening lobby door. Opening your eyes you glanced over preparing a polite smile as you exhaled but when you spotted who it was you instead choked on the smoke. Turning quickly you prayed that he wouldn’t notice you.

As you continued to choke you tried not to think about how you had just witnessed Javier shoving his tongue down the throat of some skimpily dressed beautiful girl. Finally catching your breath you were quiet just long enough to here the girl purr out “when can I see you again Javier?”

You hated the way your heart clenched at that and angrily took a deep inhale of your cigarette, though inhaling so sharply only caused you to choke again. Swearing you tried to cough as quietly as possible though that clearly didn’t work when you heard Javier call your name, clear concern in his voice. You turned to him with a shaky smile as you caught your breath. When he saw you weren’t dying he laughed softly and raised his brow questioning, “First ever cigarette?”

You laughed as you finally caught your breath though you’re eyes were watering and responded with a simple, “Nah, surprisingly it’s not”

There was an awkward pause where both of you stared at each other for a bit though you broke contact blinking quickly and before you could stop yourself you blurted out, “Should I be concerned?”

Javier frowned at you, confusion blanketing his face as he dumbly responded “What?”

That should’ve been your cue to drop the topic and your brain was screaming at you but your big mouth seemed to have a mind of its own as you gestured towards the road where the girl had just caught a cab, “You just fucked her, right? And we- ya know, but you didn’t use a...”

You felt your face grow hot and took another drag as Javier stared at you, face tight with tension. He seemed like he was going to respond before he shifted, placing his hands on his hips and questioning “You really wanna have this conversation out here?”

You felt your embarrassment growing and you shook your head as you groaned. Your hand came up to rest on your forehead in stress as you backed down, “No Javi, I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I said anything, ignore me. I’m a mess.”

“You’re gonna be more than a mess if you don’t move your hand, Jesus you’ll set your hair on fire.” Then his hand was on yours gently moving your lit cigarette from it’s precarious position over your hair. Letting out yet another groan you let your head fall onto the brick building, which hurt far more than you cared to admit due to your still healing head wound, as you whined “What’s wrong with me?!”

In your self pity you failed to notice the way Javier staying tenderly clasping your wrist, affectionate smile on his face and this time it was him who spoke without thinking, “Do you want to come over for a drink?”

He expected total rejection considering what you had just seen but when you offered a happy little grin at the opportunity he felt a warmth fill his chest. The two of you headed to his apartment and it was only then that he remembered he only had whiskey but luckily you told him that was fine. Once you had a drink in hand the tension that had plagued you seemed to melt away and the two of you were back to your usual teasing. You spent the night laughing together and sharing intimate details of your lives that you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about at work, though it was mainly you doing the sharing. When you were thoroughly tipsy you swung the conversation back to what you had originally asked and were relieved, and secretly pleased, when Javier told you that he always used condoms. The tables were reversed when he thought about it for a second then in a panic asked you if you were on birth control to which you responded with a laughing yes.

Time flew and it was soon far past time for you to go to sleep and still get a reasonable amount before work, you knew you were going to regret your decisions when you spent the work day half asleep but it was worth any grief you would go through. When you said you should go to bed Javier insisted on walking you to your apartment despite your protests that nothing was going to happen on your return which involved walking up a flight of stairs and that's it.

When you reached your door and unlocked it you turned to find Javi standing much closer than anticipated, staring down at you with his warm brown eyes. A small gasp left your throat and your hand absentmindedly came up to play with the buttons of his shirt. You swallowed deeply when you realized how desperately you wanted to kiss him, your lips part slightly and your head tilted inhibitions lowered by the steady thrum of alcohol. It wasn’t until you felt yourself moving forward that you snapped yourself out of it. Pulling back like you were burned you bit your lip before softly muttering, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Javi.”

As you started to enter your apartment you paused, turning towards him with an enamored smile “and thanks for the drink, I had a really great time”

Javier gave you a genuine smile back as he replied, “Me too cariño, I’ll see you tomorrow”

The two of you continued this routine frequently, your body always sending you on a smoke break right when Javier was escorting out his latest ‘friend’ - you swore your brain was trying to torture you into quitting. You still felt your jealousy flare up every time but you were able to quell the flames knowing that you were the one who was over every night and you were the one bringing genuine smiles and laughs to him. It wasn’t until you saw the same girl leaving his place three times in a row that you snapped, jealousy swirling inside you. When he asked you over for a drink you brushed him off storming back to your apartment and calling up one of your only friends outside of work. She had started out as an informant, a journalist who stumbled onto a trail, but she quickly became a friend though to maintain your friendship both of you agreed to no work talk. Luckily the next day was a weekend and with minimal begging she agreed to go out with you.

At work the next day Javi could tell something was up, you were antsy the whole day and kept glancing at the clock. When Steve questioned you, “got a hot date or something?”, Javier felt himself tense but when you responded that you were going out with your friend he relaxed slightly, though he still wasn't fond of the idea. As soon as you were able to leave you bolted, stopped only by Javi grabbing your hand and a quiet reminder to be careful and then you were on your way to get ready. You chose a silky slip dress that complimented your curves and you carefully applied makeup for the first time in forever. When you were ready you called for a cab and headed to the nightclub, intending on finding someone to distract you from one Agent Peña.

That ended up being just what you did, finding a handsome stranger to dance the night away with and you invited him back to your place, determined to finally push thoughts of Javier out of your mind.

When you arrived to your building you both stumbled out of the cab, he paid as you keyed into the lobby. Grabbing his hand you pulled him into you to press a messy kiss to his lips as you backed up, this plan backfired when you tripped on the stairs and you let a burst of giggles past your lips.

Unbeknownst to you this caught the ear of a certain DEA agent who had stayed up to make sure you got back in one piece. He was about to open his door to tease you when he heard a male voice echo in the empty hallway. He cracked the door open just in time to hear you huskily laugh out “Callate la boca y dame un beso”

His heart lurched at your voice and he wished you were speaking to him instead of the man who was eagerly kissing you. He knew he shouldn’t watch but he couldn’t help it while jealousy reared its head as you broke apart and pulled the man up to your apartment. Shutting his door aggressively he sighed and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey before sinking onto his couch, contemplating calling one of the girls he had seen recently.

He could hear your footsteps above him and thankfully they grew fainter as you moved to the bedroom. Taking a deep swig he lit up a cigarette, mouth twitching in annoyance. He knew he was being hypocritical but seeing someone else with their hands all over you made his blood boil. He took a deep drag from his cigarette before freezing and exhaling sharply. He could hear your bed frame rattling.

Practically downing his drink he knew it wouldn’t take the edge off, the only thing that could soothe him tonight would be you. As he angrily puffed at his cigarette he paused, in all the time you had lived above him he couldn’t remember having to listen to you fuck someone else, had he just been ignorant to your activities or had you never brought anyone back before.

Getting up for more whiskey he sighed running a hand over his face, he was such an idiot. He couldn’t believe he let you see all of those girls leaving his apartment, though did it even matter to you? He didn’t know, part of him hoped it did but another part realized if it did matter to you then that made him a massive asshole. He was so focused on his thoughts he hadn’t realized that the rhythmic scraping noises had stopped. It wasn’t until he finished his cigarette that he realized your apartment was quiet. Pausing he listened more intensely, he thought for sure he was going to have to listen to you cry out in pleasure as you had been very vocal in the car.

Hearing footsteps and noises that were decidedly not fucking he frowned, puzzled, as he sat there until he heard what sounded like the two of you leaving the apartment. Sure enough a minute later he heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs and the lobby door opening. He frowned, he was sure of the noises he heard but they had only lasted a few minutes, there was no way you had gotten off that quickly. Hesitantly he made his way to the lobby and watched through the frosted glass as a cab pulled up and the blurry figures standing outside came together in a kiss before the taller one walked off.

You lit up a cigarette at frustrated tears filled your eyes. Not only had you not cum, your body still humming desperately, the whole time this man was fucking you the only thing you could think of was Javi - which was the exact opposite of what you were trying to achieve. Frustration filled your body at the thought that Javier was moving on with his life like normal and here you were hung up on a man who had no idea your feelings for him. Taking a deep drag you felt a tear slip from your eye and a moment later the door opened to reveal Javier. You frantically turned your head to the side, trying to hide what you were sure was a miserable expression on your face.

When he called your name you shook your head in response though this only caused him to worry and in a second he was at your side. His hands gripped your bare elbows tightly, voice coming out in a deep growl “Did he hurt you cariño? I’ll kill him I swear.”

You sharply turned to him, a small smile filling your face at his protective nature. You weakly responded,”No, it’s nothing like that he was a gentleman. I just...”

You trailed off not knowing what to say, I mean what could you say ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you and thought screwing a stranger would distract me but I wished it was you the whole time’ that would go over well. So, Instead of coming up with anything productive to say you took another deep inhale of your cigarette, tilting your head so you wouldn’t blow smoke in Javi’s face.

In your silence Javier’s hand slid to your back, lightly trailing up your spine as he murmured “Did he make you cum hermosa?”

You shivered at both his touch and his voice, eyes darting to meet his darkened pools. Entranced you shook your head as his other hand came to wipe a stray tear away. He pulled you closer to him as his voice dropped to a whisper as he asked, “would you like to?”

A whine left your throat as you needily breathed out “Yes”

Then he was cupping the back of your head and tugging you into a slow sensual kiss. You responded eagerly though he kept his pace leisurely and you let out a low moan as his tongue swiped at your lips. Parting your lips he slipped his tongue in light and teasing before he pulled back, leaving you chasing his mouth. A deep chuckle left him as he gently pulled you back into your building and he took a drag from the cigarette he had stolen from your fingers while kissing you.

Javier walked into his apartment moving to extinguish the cigarette and you followed tentatively. You were suddenly nervous entering his apartment, even though you had spent most nights here for the past two weeks it suddenly felt so intimate. The last time you two had been together it was so spur of the moment there wasn’t time to think about what was happening. Now all you could focus on was what was about to happen and your mind moved to all the girls you had watched leave this very apartment, how could you even compare to all of them. You startled out of your thoughts at the sound of music, Javi having turned on his radio before making his way over to you.

You stayed frozen to the spot, staring with wide eyes as your partner walked over towards you. As if sensing your tension Javi gently took your hand in his and the other came to rest on your waist, pulling you slightly closer he began to sway you to the beat of the music.

At this you started to relax, dancing made sense and dancing you could deal with. As you softened in his arms and began to mimic his movements he allowed himself to take lead in a basic salsa. You smiled up at him with a teasing, “I didn’t know you could dance Agent Peña”

“Oh, I know how to dance” he quipped back before turning the two of you in a slow circle, when you followed without problem he started to test the waters with a few more complicated steps. As you continued following his lead he cocked his head, “Now either I’m missing something or you spend a lot of time in clubs, how do you know how to salsa so well?”

You laughed responding, “I used to dance at home, I did ballroom for a long time so I had a leg up when it came to learning. So you don’t have to hold back if you really wanna lead.”

At your words a devilish smirk lit up Javier’s face and he pulled you closer as he let himself flow to the music leading you in a spectacular array of moves, you had a feeling he just wanted to show off. It was exhilarating dancing with him, he was an excellent lead always hinting where you would go next before the move and a smile covered your your face at the freeing sensation of letting go.

When the song ended you reluctantly parted as the announcer started talking, Javi turned towards the kitchen calling over his shoulder to see if you wanted a drink.

As you were about to respond the next song came on and you instead asked, “Javi do you know bachata??”

Starting into the rhythm - three steps to one side and a hip raise then repeat the other way - you danced with yourself as Boca Rosa filled his living room. Javier had come back at your question a stern look on his face, he knew that you had definitely learned bachata in clubs and was intent on questioning just how many strange men you had danced with, until he watched the sway of your hips. The drinks in his hand were quickly set aside in favor of coming to pull you into him. You easily fell into the sensual closeness of the dance, Javi’s knee coming between your legs and you went back and forth for a few beats before a growl built in his throat. Spinning you forward away from him he then pulled you back to him so your back was pressed firmly to his chest. As you continued the basic step his hand rested on your ribs just below your chest, the other pushing your hand to swing around and rest on the back of his head. His face pressed into your neck as your hips rubbed against his, he couldn’t help the possessiveness that overcame him as he growled out, “Do you dance like this with other men cariño, did you dance with him like this?”

Grinding his hardening cock into your ass you whined when both his hands came to your hip as you swayed to the beat before he spun you away again. Once you were facing him again he grabbed your wrists trailing your own hands up your body and tugging you firmly back into him. You were practically kissing, noses bumping, and as his hand rose to bury in the hair at the nape of your neck you couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth. Your upper body swung in a half dip at the firm tug on your hair, Javi’s lips taking the opportunity to trail down your neck nipping lightly. When you came back up he teased at your lips with the quickest brush of his lips before swinging you out to the side and giving you a solo turn before he led you back to him. His leg slipped in between your legs again and in a non-bachata move pressed his thigh hard against the junction of your thighs, a pleased moan leaving your lips. You were already slick and after the mediocre sex you had earlier you had forgone underwear, clit catching as he rubbed his leg back and forth. Once he felt you creating a damp spot he pulled away hungry eyes trailing your body.

“Turn around, bend over the couch arm.”

His tone left no room for debate and you were eager to have him take control after your dance. You could feel your skirt rising as you bent over the couch and you were certain at your angle it was barely covering your wet pussy. You heard a sharp exhale and then large hands were sliding up the back of your thighs. Letting out a small whimper as Javi pushed your dress up over your hips you were unprepared when a hot breath hit your cunt and a yelp flew from your mouth. His hands came to grope at your ass, harshly grabbing handfuls as his mouth covered your lower lips. His experience was obvious as he absolutely devoured your pussy, nipping sucking and licking in all the right ways. Trying to hold back the noises that were pushing at your lips, the sheer amount of noise you were involuntarily producing was embarrassing, you only allowed small whimpers out. At this a loud clap rang out as Javi brought a hand down on your ass, instantly soothing the sting with gentle strokes of his hand. He pulled away slightly to growl out, “Let me hear you hermosa, you sound perfect”, before diving back into your pussy intent on making you cum.

Your mouth fell open in pleasure letting your noises flow freely and when a hand came to play with your clit your noises grew to pleas as your orgasm rapidly approached. Whining you arched back towards him, burying his face further in your cunt and another slap to your ass had you falling apart as the overwhelming pleasure mixed with the slight pain. Javier’s name flew out of your mouth as you almost sobbed from the pent up release, you ground back against his mouth and you felt him moan into you. He continued to play with your clit prolonging your pleasure as you heard him undoing his belt.

He finally pulled away once he was satisfied he licked up every bit of your cum and started unbuttoning his shirt. Hazy with pleasure you stood, wobbly in the heels you still hadn't removed and turned towards him to assist in removing his clothing.

As his shirt was ripped off you bit your lip and moved closer in order to pull him into a searing kiss, body heating again at finally being able to see him bare before you. Before he could deepen the kiss you pulled away trailing your lips down his neck, down his sternum and finally allowed yourself to nip your way down his stomach.

Landing on your knees before him you tugged his zipper down before pulling his pants down. You were surprised when his cock sprang free, it seemed you weren’t the only one going commando tonight and you licked your lips at the way his cock bobbed in front of you. Biting your lip your hand rose to stroke him gently, the other hand teasing at his balls.

A moan flew past Javi’s lips as you kissed his tip and what sounded like a low whimper came from him as you licked up and down his length getting him nice and wet before you finally took him in your mouth. Teasingly you kept a slow pace, only taking his tip, until a hand buried itself in your hair and Javi’s deep voice commanded ‘enough teasing, cariño’. You gave him the best innocent look you could when his dick was in your mouth before starting a faster pace, this time taking as much of him as you could. He was long and you couldn't fit him all in your mouth, hand stroking the portion left out, choking slightly whenever you would eagerly take him too deep. Whenever he hit the back of your throat his hips involuntarily bucked forward and stuttered gasps flew from his mouth. You knew you would absolutely hold yourself there, choking on his thick length as long as you could keep hearing those noises he was making. You kept your pace for a few minutes, varying how long you held him in your mouth sucking lightly until you bobbed your head again, before he pulled you off and you looked at him confused, his eyes were practically black in need as he purred out, “When I cum it’s going to be in your tight little pussy hermosa, are you wet enough for me?”

Reaching a hand between your legs he groaned in appreciation to find you absolutely soaked for him. Pulling you into a deep kiss he backed you up to the couch though rather than setting you down right away he allowed his hands to slide under your dress and gently tugging it over your head, moan leaving his throat as you were fully exposed to him. His hands traced your body reverently as he soaked in every inch of your skin, your name leaving his lips delicately before he whispered “You’re so beautiful, you know that cariño?”

He captured your mouth in another passionate kiss as he lowered you onto the couch, making sure your head was resting comfortably as he situated himself in between your thighs. Once you were settled he teased the tip of his cock up and down your slit, thumbing at your clit, drenching his cock in your juices. Your back arched slightly desperate for him to stop teasing, instead a small smirk found his face as he tapped his cock against your clit sending sparks down your spine. Your hands grasped at his arms as a pleading look crossed your face whining his name out desperately.

Both of you moaned as he gave in and slid his hard length into you, pushing until his hips were flush against yours and you were filled to the brim with him. You were convinced you would never see anything more beautiful than Javier Peña throwing his head back in pleasure at the way your walls clenched around him and the way his neck tensed made you want nothing more than to suck a mark into his tanned skin.

He started pumping into you slowly but every thrust was deep, hitting spots in you that you were certainly no one else had ever touched. His hands stayed on your thighs, squeezing slightly as he steadily pumped into you, and his dark eyes roamed your body savoring everything you shared with him. His whole face twitched in pleasure as his hand relocated to rub lightly at your clit and your walls clenched around him, the sight of his hard length disappearing into your soaking cunt causing his breathing to become ragged.

Before the sight could make him cum prematurely he leaned down to capture your lips as he picked up his pace, the thrusts were still deeper strokes than fast ones but it was effective, your orgasm building quickly within your lower stomach. Your hand buried in his hair as he broke the kiss to groan out lightly and you nuzzled into his neck, nipping lightly before sucking slightly. This caused Javi's hips to stutter as he whimpered your name out, voice raising slightly and your body buzzed in pleasure at his broken sounds.

You sucked a mark into his neck, biting gently, while he picked up the pace and as your tits started bouncing in time with his thrusts he arched his neck in order to suck a nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your nipple and as it hardened he lightly tugged it with his teeth, you whined at his treatment and he repeated his actions on the other side. Your walls fluttered around him more rapidly now as his hips slapped up against yours, cock slipping in and out coated in your juices as he neared his peak as well.

Pulling away and sitting up straight Javier watched you as you got closer to to your orgasm, the new position allowed him to rock deep into you even faster. He shifted your legs so the one pressing into the couch back was now resting on his shoulder as he pounded into you. As soon as the leg was secure his hand flew to lightly grip your neck, not cutting off your air supply but just resting there reminding you that he was in charge, his neck straining at the exertion as he slammed in and out of you. As your back arched in pleasure a growl left his throat as he pressed, “He didn’t fuck you like this did he? He can’t fuck you like I can cariño. After this you won't be able to fuck anyone without thinking of me.”

His words lit your body up as you cried out for him, writhing as your pleasure started to reach its peak. Sensing this his hand tightened slightly in order to slam his cock into your drenched cunt even faster, breath coming out in harsh pants, his other hand grasping at your tits playing with your nipples. As he thrust into you he ground out, “You have such a tight little pussy, you take me so well cariño. You’re absolutely soaked filthy girl and all for me, who does this cunt belong to? Tell me baby”

His words sparked your submissive side and you cried out “You Javi! I’m all yours, my pussy is all for you Javier!”

You squeezed him tight as you teetered on the edge though you couldn’t quite tip over it, desperate you grabbed his hand that was rolling your nipple lightly and pushed it towards your clit before grabbing his wrist and squeezing tight nails digging into him, desperate for an anchor. Javier breathed out rapidly as his hand shot down to your clit and firmly tapped with his fingers. The light sting mixed with his firm commanding words of “Cum for me hermosa, cum all over my cock and I’ll fill up your tight cunt” was enough to shove you over the edge.

You were vaguely aware of hoarsely screaming his name as your back arched high, eyes squeezing shut. You grew impossibly tight around him and his hips stuttered as he began to coat your walls with ropes of his cum. He pinched lightly at your clit and your walls fluttered rapidly, a heavy shocks shooting through your body, milking his cock as he spurted into you. You saw white at your prolonged pleasure and you felt something wet at the corner of your eyes, which you realized were tears of pleasure as you started to come down.

Both of you stayed frozen, chests heaving as you fought to regain your breath, his hand moved to rest on your sternum lightly tracing your collarbone.

After you both became aware of your surroundings after floating down from your highs he gently eased your leg off of his shoulder and you had a feeling you were going to be sore. A dazed smile came over your face as you softly pulled him towards you to share a kiss. You couldn’t hide the affection that shone in your eyes as you took in his blissful face. As you shared another kiss he stroked your face softly before sighing into your lips, pressing his face to the side of yours he spoke your name hesitantly.

“If you ever need to...blow off steam like this again you come to me.”

His words made your heart beat faster but not wanting to get your hopes up you muttered jokingly, “you’re still inside me and you’re worried about next time?”

You tried to turn your head to look at him but he gently held your face in place before speaking quietly again. “I’m serious, if you don’t want to let me know but, if you want me, I need to hear you say you’ll come to me.”

You could tell that he wasn’t comfortable with this conversation, he had said once emotions weren’t his strong suit, so you responded quickly. “I’ll come to you Javi, as long as you’ll have me.”

You felt like there was something else he wanted to say but instead he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and your eyes slid shut happily. Slipping his softened cock out of you a whimper left you as you felt his cum start to leak out of you.

Javier swore at the sight, cock twitching in interest and he wanted nothing more than to gently finger his dripping cum back into you but he pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered “Let me clean you up hermosa, I’ll be right back”

He disappeared before returning with a cloth to gently clean you up, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as he worked, he couldn't help but lick one stripe up your pussy tasting himself on you and causing your whole body to shake as an aftershock flew through you.

Pulling away he grabbed the drinks he had discarded earlier and took a swig before offering one to you. You accepted it, throat hoarse from all the use it got - you prayed Javier’s walls were decently soundproof. Shifting up you let out a groan when you realized how tired you were. At your noise Javi looked at you and gently grabbed the blanket strewn across the back of the brown couch covering your shoulders with it and questioning softly, “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

You shook your head shooting him a another smile, “No, I’m just tired is all. I should probably head to my apartment”

You absolutely hated the idea of leaving him so soon but you didn’t want to impose and so you stood on wobbly legs, cursing the fact that you were still wearing your heels, but before you could get anywhere you were stopped.

Javier gently grasped your wrist and his eyes softened, other hand raising to smooth down some stray hairs on the side of your head before his deep voice met your ears, “You can stay if you want”

You froze not believing what you were hearing and then he spoke again so quiet you barely heard it, “Please stay, I don’t want you to go”

Your heart soared and you smiled broadly nodding happily. You sat back down in order to take off your shoes and as you did Javi’s hand continued to play with your hair. As you smiled sweetly up at him he felt like his heart was going to burst, seeing you with someone else had pushed him to his limit. He knew he was going to have to tell you how he really felt but as he guided you to his bedroom he let a smile cover his face, he could get it right this time.

Seeing you in a spare shirt of his and pressed up against him sleepily pressing a kiss to his chest he knew he wanted more with you. He wanted you to be his girlfriend and for the first time in a long time he could see a life beyond Colombia, settling down with you and if you wanted starting a family. Pulling you closer to him he drifted off into sleep Javier knew he would have to ask you to be his girlfriend, but for now you agreeing not to see anyone else was enough.

[jenonctcity]

My Responsibility - Part 1

Differences - Huang Renjun 

Part of the Bad Boy Series - Differences.

Badboy!Au, Parent!Au

Warnings: Mentions of mental health problems, dark themes, explicit sex (choking, oral, rough sex), mention of drugs.

Word Count: 6.1k

When Huang Renjun first started having sex, he couldn’t stop. He became almost addicted to the mind-blowing feeling all – well most, of his sexual encounters gave to him. Although he doesn’t like to talk about the time he hit his head against one of girlfriends’ shelves whilst he had her bent over her vanity table at 4am. That’s a story he wished he’d never shared with his friends, because even to this day, a year and a half down the line, they loved to remind him of it. Not like Jeno, Jaemin, and Haechan didn’t have their own embarrassing sex stories, he assumed. He’d never actually asked.

He dated multiple girls at one time and soon got the label ‘fuckboy’. It was around this time he moved into a shared apartment with the previously mentioned friends, none of them bothering with further education after they left school, and they paid for their rent doing less than legal activities. He’d previously been living in a small apartment his parents rented for him whilst he studied in Korea. His parents soon cut him off after he told them he didn’t have plans of going to university, and he hadn’t been back to China since he left almost 6 years prior. Haechan was quite good at selling drugs, his handsome looks and charming personality making many girls throw money at him for even the smallest bag of whatever it was he was selling at the time. When he wasn’t selling drugs, he was working at the local mechanics with his uncle. Jeno, well he was good at…being Jeno. He found out his raging temper meant he was good at picking fights, and winning fights. He soon started participating in underground street fights and earning cash that way. He got in big trouble with the law, but that’s a story for another time. Jaemin, the cheeky boy with a killer smirk that had girls dropping their pants with one single wink. Jaemin had a talent for racing, and earned his money taking part in illegal street racing in the dead of night.

And finally, Renjun. Renjun was good at stealing, he made a lot of money by stealing cars and selling them on. He’s not particularly proud of it, but he needed to make money somehow. Something else Renjun was good at, fucking . He soon ended up with one girlfriend after he got one too many slaps around the face when his girlfriends found out about his infidelity. She was a sweet girl, and the best part was she didn’t mind when he went out with the boys, smoking and doing drugs all night. Well…she didn’t actually know that he did that, he managed to keep it a secret from her. When she found out, he found himself being dumped. A month later, she asked to meet up with him, where she dropped an absolute bomb of news on him that changed his life forever. That’s how he found himself holding the 8-month-old baby girl currently in his arms as he walked up the stairs of his shared apartment.

Huang Jiyeon had no idea that her father wasn’t ready to be a parent when she was brought into the world. In fact, Renjun was still struggling with balancing being a father and being a teenager. He had only just turned 19 when she was brought into the world and shoved into his arms. He never told anyone, but he had tears pouring down his face as he held the tiny little human he had made. Jiyeon’s mother had no interest in resuming her relationship with Renjun, and she swore to him if she ever found out he was under the influence of drugs or alcohol when it was his turn to have Jiyeon, she would make sure he never saw his child again. Renjun made a promise to never do something as irresponsible as that, and since her birth, he’d had her Thursday – Sunday every other week. His roommates had been his support throughout his entire journey, and although none of them had any clue how to look after a baby, they helped when they could. They also reduced the amount of illegal activities they did when she was under their roof. Since then, Renjun hadn’t had a girlfriend and the amount of sex he got was very limited. Although he couldn’t deny the stares, he got from women didn’t make him proud. Obviously, women must like to see a young man with tattoos, dressed in dark clothing, holding a baby dressed in a duck onesie.

“Why can’t I ever find my fucking keys?” He often found himself talking to the infant, despite the fact she couldn’t do much more than crawl and cry. He held the baby girl on his hip, her dark hair pushed back by a pink headband that had a flower on it to match her pink dress, struggling with finding his keys as he tried to juggle holding his baby and all the shopping bags he held. “Hey…don’t repeat that word…especially not to mummy.” He hadn’t quite gotten used to not swearing yet, but he was working on his habit. Jiyeon just stared up at him, then changing her gaze to look at his hand where it was riffling around in his pocket. He let out a sigh and a groan. “Don’t judge me for this okay. And don’t go anywhere.” He dropped the bags to the floor and then gently lowered the baby girl to the floor, sitting her on the doormat outside the door as he used both hands to find his keys. “Got ‘em!” He pulled them out and as he was about to unlock the door, it swung open. Haechan stood on the other side of the door with a raised eyebrow, his stare slowly moving from Renjun to the baby sat on the doormat.

“Dude…you put your child on the floor?” He reached forward and picked up Renjun’s bags for him and Renjun quickly swiped Jiyeon off the mat.

“I couldn’t find my keys, don’t judge me.” He grunted back, entering the apartment and kicking off his shoes. He often found himself telling people not to judge him nowadays, especially as he was still learning how to parent. Jiyeon gave Haechan a toothy smile when she saw him, kicking her tiny legs out in excitement at her favourite uncle. Haechan quickly threw the bags onto the floor without a care.

“I’m not judging you, just questioning your parenting.” He shrugged and patted Jiyeon on the head, taking her little hand in his own before completely snatching her out of Renjun’s arms. He started to talk in baby language with her, leaving Renjun and disappearing into the living room. Renjun followed him and gasped when he saw Jeno lounging on the sofa with a lit cigarette between his fingers.

“Ya! Lee Jeno smoke that on the balcony!” Jeno rolled his eyes but wordlessly moved onto the balcony to continue with his actions. “My life is so hard.” Renjun groaned, running his hands through his thick black hair and back over his face.

“Has anyone told you that you’re starting to grow a mullet?” Jaemin piped in from across the room, an amused smirk on his face as he spoke. Renjun’s jaw clenched and stared at Jaemin.

“Just fuck o-” He was interrupted by a knock at their front door. He let out a sigh to compose himself and without another word he went back to the door he’d just came through. He opened the door and was taken aback to see a beautiful girl stood in front of him. He would describe her to have a casual, girl next door kind of style. Her jeans and jumper combination surprisingly causing a stir in his stomach. ‘God I need to get laid’ he thought to himself as he stared at her.

“Hi! I just moved into the apartment opposite you and I thought I’d just introduce myself to you so at least I know someone in the building! I’m (Y/N).” You chirped, hiding the butterflies you felt in your stomach as you stared at the handsome young man in front of you. The first thing you noticed was his slightly long, black hair. Then you noticed the tattoo that started on his left hand and disappeared up the sleeve of his dark denim jacket. He was wearing black skinny jeans but had on pink socks, a complete contrast to his entire aesthetic that you could see. When you’d knocked at the door opposite your own, you’d hoped that an elderly lady lived in the apartment, knowing you’d easily get along with someone like that. So, to see a devilishly handsome man had you nervous. His lips curled up into a smile and he closed the door slightly behind him as he held a hand out to you.

“Hey, I’m Renjun.” He bowed his head to you and looked you up and down once more. Your curiosity got the best of you and you asked your next question without even thinking about it.

“Do you live alone?” You mentally slapped yourself for being so nosey, keeping the smile plastered on your face instead of cringing at yourself.

“Oh, no there’s three other guys here too, Jeno, Jaemin, and Haechan. I’m sure you’ll meet them at so-” He was cut off by the feeling of the door no longer being on his back, Haechan’s voice cutting into his own.

“Who’s this?” Renjun watched your eyes widen as you laid your eyes on Jiyeon. You also noticed that the man had a similar style to Renjun, his white t-shirt tucked into his black sweatpants. He had a slit in his eyebrow and a graze across his right cheek. The baby in his arms stared at you with a look of bewilderment swimming inside her almost black eyes.

“You have a baby!” Your smile widened and Renjun started to feel his palms go clammy.

“Haechan, this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Haechan, and Jiyeon, his daughter!” As soon as the words left his mouth and he saw the look of confusion on Haechan’s face he knew he’d fucked up. Haechan raised an eyebrow and then put on a big smile, turning to face you.

“Pleasure to meet you (Y/N).” He bowed his head to you, playing along with Renjun’s lie despite not knowing the reason why he’d decided to lie to you.

“You too, wow she’s so beautiful! How old is she?” You titled your head, your curiosity piqued about the whole baby situation, considering both of these boys looked like they lived wild lives. Haechan’s mouth opened, his mind completely blanking out as he had no idea about how old the baby in his arms was.

“8 months.” Renjun answered, even though you’d aimed the question at the young man stood beside him. Renjun turned to Haechan and gave him a wide eyed look that you couldn’t see, silently telling him to go away.

“She needs…feeding? Goodbye (Y/N).” He fake a smile and quickly disappeared back into the apartment, leaving you and Renjun stood together.

“She’s adorable…anyway, I’m gonna er, go now. It was nice meeting you.”

“You too.” He smiled, shutting the door as you disappeared into your own apartment. When he turned around, Haechan was stood behind him with a smirk on his face.

“What game are you playing Huang?”

“I’m…not sure yet.” He admitted with a shrug, holding his arms out for Haechan to transfer his daughter back over to him. He pressed a kiss to her head and spoke quietly so only she could hear him. “He’s not your daddy, please never think he is okay my princess?”

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It had been 3 weeks since you moved into your new apartment, and since then, you’d seen the men who lived in the apartment opposite you plenty of times. You’d met Jeno when he was collecting the mail in the entrance to the apartment building. He didn’t seem like a man of many words, but you’d introduced yourself and he’d mentioned that Renjun had told him about you. You couldn’t help but think about how good looking Jeno was. His bleached blond hair giving his dark look a sharp look. You noticed how when he smiled, it barely reached his eyes, almost like it was fake. But you then saw how bloodshot his eyes were, so you assumed either he was super tired, or super high. You pretended not to noticed how scabbed over his knuckles were, obviously damaged from his fist flying into something. Your meeting with the final boy had you feeling uncomfortable. Jaemin had shamelessly flirted with you in the hallway after you came back from work one night. His eyes raking up and down your body shamelessly, but then he simply said bye and disappeared into the apartment.

A week ago, you’d bumped into Renjun in a nearby coffee shop. He suggested you both sit together so you did. He was wearing a black hoodie with black skinny jeans, his hair tucked underneath an adidas baseball cap. As you sat with him you both idly talked about your lives. Although you felt yourself being the one who talked more than him, you found out he was born and raised in China, then he came over to Korea to study in high school. He’d told you he was raised by wealthy parents, but that he has nothing to with them anymore because they didn’t support him with his choices. In turn, you’d told him about your life. You had a normal 9-5 job working at the local pet store. It wasn’t anything special, but you could live off of the wage. You told him about your parents and how they were very loving and helped you moved into the city when you’d told them you wanted to. He listened to you with a soft smile on his face, nodding his head along to show he was listening.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked out of the blue, his head tilting slightly as he waited for you to reply.

“No, I’ve only ever had one relationship and that last for around 5 months.” You shrugged, pretending as if it didn’t matter, when in fact, your previous boyfriend had lied to you about being married. It had torn you apart when you’d found out by seeing a text on his phone from someone under the contact ‘wife’. He’d admitted everything to you, also telling you that he lied about his age, and he was in fact 26, not 21 like he’d told you. You didn’t hesitate to break it off with him.

“Would you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?” He looked confident as he asked you out, a slightly smirk on his lips as if he knew what your answer was going to be. You smiled and said yes, exchanging phone numbers with him.

Two nights ago, Renjun had taken you out for dinner at a local restaurant. It was nothing fancy, but you thought it was the perfect setting. The date went really well, and you found out a bit more about Renjun’s life. However, he still neglected to tell you he was a father and part-time thief. Instead he told you about his little job that he actually did have on the side. He worked with Haechan on Mondays and Tuesdays, stripping down the cars he’d successfully stolen to sell the parts. It actually did bring him in a lot of money, so he only did it two days a week. Although, he told you that he worked there Monday-Friday. In his mind it was just a tiny lie. You went back to your apartment building after walking home hand in hand with him, and he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek as he bid you goodnight. You went to sleep that night feeling giddy about your new love interest.

It was getting late, and you decided it was the perfect time to settle down for bed. But first you wanted to cleanse yourself of your day before climbing into your freshly made bed. You turned on your shower, testing the temperature and letting out a sigh when it just continued to run freezing cold.

“Damn it!” You groaned, shutting off the water and drying your hand on your jean leg. So much for your evening cleanse. Just as you exited the bathroom to write a note to remind yourself to call your landlord in the morning, the world around you went dark, all your lights fading to nothing. “Fuck!” You let out a shout, not caring if your neighbours heard. Was it a power cut? Was it just your apartment? You needed answers. Without thinking, you navigated your way through your apartment, occasionally bumping into random items of furniture as you went. Once you made it to the door, you opened it and stepped outside into the hall, leaving your foot on the door so it didn’t fully shut. You glanced down the hall to see if you could see any light coming from anyone else’s doors. You squinted into the darkness and took a step further into the hall, completely forgetting about your door until it clicked shut behind you. “Fuck!” You whisper shouted, stamping your foot on the floor as you realised you were now locked out of your apartment in what seemed to be a power cut. What made things worse was you left your phone and keys inside your apartment. “I’m screwed.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes and walking across the hall to apartment opposite. You knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer, and you prayed at least one of the four boys were actually in. The door opened and you had to squint to avoid being blinded by the torch of an iPhone being pointed at you.

“(Y/N)?” The torch lowered enough for you to see Renjun stood in the doorway. “What’s up?” You noticed he only had on a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare and you could finally see the rest of the tattoo he had on his hand, it travelled up his arm into a sleeve that finished at his shoulder. You couldn’t make out what it was a tattoo of though because of the dark. You were glad he couldn’t see how your cheeks heated up at seeing him with no shirt on.

“I’m locked out of my apartment and I didn’t know what to do so…” You rocked back on your heels hoped he understood what you were getting at.

“Oh! Come in.” He smiled, moving out of the way to let you in. You entered the apartment and waited for him to shut the door to lead the way. You hadn’t actually been inside of his apartment yet, so you had no idea where any of the rooms where. He took your hand in his own and pulled you through to the living room.

“Is anyone else home?” You questioned when you failed to hear anyone else.

“No it’s just me, we’re alone.” He smiled, sitting down on the sofa and pulling you to sit beside him. “What do you want to do? Normally I’d ask if you wanted to watch a movie or something but well, we have no power.” He laughed softly, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh. You noticed a candle burning on the opposite side of the room, but it only gave off minimal light. Your eyes widened and you were thankful it was so dark so he couldn’t see your reaction to his simple touch. You panicked and just started to talk about your day, asking him about his own. He let out a soft laugh and humoured you, sparking up a conversation about what he did with his day. In your nerves at being alone with your new boyfriend, you just kept talking. And an hour later you found yourself slouched with him on the sofa as you were still talking. You paused and let out a sigh, finally out of things to talk about. “You’re adorable…” He whispered with a small smile on his face. He reached out and cupped your cheek in his palm, tilting your face to his own. Your felt your stomach erupt in butterflies as he stroked his thumb on your cheek. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your lips, letting his lips linger on your own once he realised you were kissing him back. He continued to kiss you for what seemed like forever, his tongue evading your mouth and pushing against your tongue. The kiss got hot, and you felt like you were having a hot flush as he moved to trail his lips down your jaw to your neck. His hand came to rest on your thigh once more and he rubbed circles against fabric of your jeans.

“Oh…” You let out a breathy moan, his lips attaching to your neck as he sucked at your hot skin. He smirked against your neck, licking at the fresh mark he’d just made on you to mark you as his.

“Can I fuck you?” He was straight to the point, his words causing a searing heat to rush to your centre and causing you to leak with excitement at his filthy words. When you didn’t verbally respond to him, he pulled back, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “If you think it’s too early then you can say no. We can take it slower. I just really want to be buried inside of you; I want to make you feel good baby.” You gulped and let out a soft whimper when the dirty words left his lips.

“Fuck me.” You whispered and without needing anymore prompting, he scooped you up into his arms and almost expertly carried you through to his bedroom in the dark. He threw you onto his bed and you landed perfectly with your head on his pillows. You smiled at his silhouette in the dark, feeling comforted by the smell of him on his bedding. He crawled over the top of you and leaned in for another tongue filled kiss, using one of his hands to travel underneath your t-shirt to your breast. He gave it a squeeze over the cup of your bra and bit at your bottom lip, letting out a husky growl as he tugged your lip with his teeth. You cupped his face with your hands and pulled his lips back to yours, initiating another kiss. He reluctantly pulled away from you and smirked.

“How much do you like this t-shirt?” He tugged at the material, pecking your lips once more. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, confused as to why he was asking that all of a sudden.

“Erm it’s just a t-shirt?” Without giving you a reply, he gripped the material with both of his hands, tensing up as he pulled at it, the fabric ripping from his strength. You gasped and your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. You also felt a rush of arousal leak from you at how turned on that made you. “Jesus.” You moaned when he ducked down, kissing at the top of your breast. He trailed his tongue over your skin, blowing onto where he’d left his spit on you. His caused shivers to cascade down your spin, your head tilting back when he pulled your bra down, his tongue swirling around one of your sensitive nipples. He closed his mouth around the pink bud, sucking and shutting his eyes momentarily as he felt closer to you. Renjun loved sucking on women’s nipples. He had a slight kink for it that he couldn’t shake and loved more than anything to just suck at a nipple until he fell asleep. He once googled ‘why do men love women’s breasts?’ and he was pleasantly surprised to find out that it actually makes the bond between men and women stronger.

“Fuck.” He moaned and moved to give attention to your other nipple. He felt restricted as his cock got harder in his boxers. He grinded his hips against your thigh, biting your nipple and tugging at it gently before letting it go and moving to kiss down your abdomen. He sat back and pulled his sweatpants and boxers in one go, kicking them off of the bed before hurrying to pull your jeans off of you. He couldn’t wait any longer. He hadn’t sex in about two months, which was almost an eternity to him. “God, I want to taste your pussy baby, but it will have to wait until next time; I just need to be inside of you.” You spread your legs for him as he pulled your panties down your legs. You bit your bottom lip, a cool feeling spreading on your folds as the air hit your dripping hole. He groaned as he reached out two fingers, rubbing from your hole up to your clit, spreading your arousal over you before circling them around the bundle of nerves. “Fuck it.” He leaned down and flicked his tongue against your clit, pressing a kiss to it before trailing his tongue up and down your heat, a moan leaving his chest at how good you tasted. You let out a squeak in surprise, automatically winding your hands into his thick hair and pushing his face into you.

“Feels so good.” You whispered, two of his fingers sliding in and out of your repeatedly. He curled them up and sucked on your clit as he rammed his fingers into you faster. Your chest started to move faster as you struggled to steady your breathing, soft moans falling from your parted lips as you felt the heat rising inside of you. He took you all the way to the brink, just to withdraw himself from you all of a sudden.

“You’re gonna cum on my cock baby girl, not my fingers.” You couldn’t see because of the dark, but you would put money on it that he was smirking as he said that. He blindly fumbled around in his drawers for a condom, letting out a sigh when he couldn’t find one. “Hang on.” He jumped up from the bed, about to leave the room when you spoke up.

“I’m on the pill, just pull out.” You needed him so desperately that you weren’t too bothered about him going in raw. You couldn’t see, but he winced and let out a soft groan.

“I’m not risking another baby.” He mumbled quietly.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, it’s okay I’m sure Jaemin has some.” He left the room without another word. You heard things clatter and him let out a yelp in pain once before he came back into the room. “Got one!” He wasted no time in rolling it onto his leaking cock, pumping it multiple times as he climbed back onto the bed. He crawled over you, pushing your legs up to his waist as he slowly pushed his cock into you. You held your breath as he filled you up slowly, his lips finding purchase on your neck as he started to thrust in and out of you. His hips built up a steady rhythm, and he removed his lips from your neck to press his forehead there instead. You closed your eyes, your hands gripping at his back and a burning sensation inside of you at how good he was making you feel. His pace quickened and he breathed puffs of air against your skin, little grunts leaving his lips every now and then. He pulled out of you and rose to his knees, using his strength to flip you over onto your front. He manoeuvred you so you were on your knees with your elbows laying against his bed, then he slammed his dick back into you without warning.

“Fuck!” You whined and pushed back against him, his hips pounding against your ass with one of his hands coming down to slap the soft flesh of your ass. “Again.” You whimpered into his pillow, biting at it as a coping method for the ecstasy he was causing you to feel. He smirked, bringing his hand down against you one more time before leaning over you, his lips now next to your ear as he whispered dirtily.

“You like baby? Does my dirty girl like being spanked?”

“Yes, oh fuck right there!” The angle his hips were in was causing the head of his cock to brush against you g-spot perfectly. “Fuck!” You whined as his hands tangled in your hair, dragging you up so your back was pressed against his chest. He wound his hand to your neck, holding you by it with ease but very carefully putting pressure on either side of your neck with his thumb and fingers. You didn’t know you had a choking or spanking kink until Renjun had done both to you. He was making you feel so good, there was little you wouldn’t let him do to you. The knot inside of your stomach became bigger, his pace speeding up until it snapped suddenly. You let out a choke whine, your body convulsing as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Good girl.” He pushed you forward onto your hands again, pulling out of you and taking off the condom without a care. “On your back.” His voice held an authoritative tone, slapping you on the ass when you didn’t comply to his demand straight away. You gasped and rolled over fast, spreading your legs for him instinctively. His hand started to work over his cock fast, his breath becoming laboured until he let out a long moan. That’s when you felt his hot cum spurt onto your lower abdomen. He tried to catch his breath as he milked his cock onto you, finally letting go of it and letting out a long sigh. He then let out a soft laugh, leaning over you and placing a kiss to your forehead. “Stay here.” He left the room, coming back a minute later with a wet cloth. He ran the cloth over your body, cleaning you up before tucking you into his bed.

“Thank you.” You whispered with a giddy smile on your face. You felt like you had a new bond with Renjun, despite having only known him for a short period of time. You didn’t want to jump in too quickly, knowing the last time you did that you got hurt. But Renjun made you feel all gooey inside, like a pre-teen girl going crazy over her crush. He opened his curtains, the light of the moon flooding into the room and making visibility better. He opened up his window and lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before letting it out with a sigh. He smiled at you, the sight of you in his bed making him feel a spark of happiness rush through him. It had been a while since he’d felt this way towards another woman, the last woman probably having been Jiyeon’s mother. All the other women he’d slept with meaning absolutely nothing to him.

“Stay with me tonight?” He asked after taking another puff of his cigarette. He finished it off and closed his window, coming back to you and snuggling up to you in his bed. You wrapped an arm round him, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he breathed in and out slowly. He pressed another kiss to your forehead and then let out a gentle laugh. “Sorry if I rushed into this too quickly, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re gorgeous and you really turn me on.”

“It’s fine, I would have said no if I didn’t want to.” You shut your eyes and smiled, enjoying the soft flow of conversation you were having with him. You took a deep breath and found the courage to tell him about your last relationship. “My ex-boyfriend hurt me badly…he made me fall in love with him and then I found out he’d been lying to me. He was married and he’d lied about his age too.” You still had your eyes shut, so you couldn’t see how Renjun’s eyes widened in surprise and worry. He instantly knew he’d fucked up with lying to you.

“Oh…what a prick.” He murmured, pretending to be sleepy so that he could get out of the conversation, the guilt weighing down on him now. Renjun wished in that moment that he was like his old self. The Renjun who would date multiple women in one go without any remorse or guilt. But since becoming a father, his point of view had changed, and he knew if anyone like himself dated Jiyeon then he’d beat them until they couldn’t breathe.

“So please never lie to me, even if it’s a big deal then I’d rather you tell me. I just wanted you to know that before he took this any further.” The more you spoke, the more Renjun could see how big the hole he had dug himself was, and it kept getting deeper. He didn’t reply to you, pretending to fall asleep until eventually he did.

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It had been a whole week of Renjun avoiding you. Sure, he’d texted you and even facetimed you once. But every time you’d tried to make plans with him, he’d lied and told you he was busy. The guilt sitting on his shoulders like a heavy weight, and the more he lied, the heavier it felt. He’d bumped into you in the hall a day ago when you were coming back from work, but this time he actually was busy, he had to pick up the big lie he’d told you about, as it was his weekend to look after her.

“That’s all you are Jiyeon…one big lie.” He let out a sigh, his baby girl sat on his lap facing him. She was fiddling with her plush giraffe and not really paying attention to her fathers rambling. “Actually, that’s mean, you aren’t a lie. I’m sorry.” He groaned and picked up her bottle from the sofa beside him. “What do I do Jiyeonie? I’ve lied to her about you, and I don’t know how to tell her the truth. What if she doesn’t want to date a dad?” Her innocent brown eyes lifted to look in his, her mouth hanging open as she listening to him. “I really like her, what shall I do? Do I break up with her or do I tell her the truth?” He ruffled her hair, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the little human he had made. “Drink your juice.” He lifted the bottle to her lips, but she whined and turned her face, her little hand coming out to push the bottle away. “Ya! Look if you don’t drink your juice, then you’ll get thirsty, then you’ll get dehydrated and die, and then your mother will kill me, and I won’t be around to kick your future boyfriends ass!” His widened his eyes at her and then furrowed his eyebrows. “Well I guess if you died then you wouldn’t have a boyfriend so that doesn’t really make sense, just forget I said that!” He groaned loudly and let his head tip back. “I don’t even care anymore, do what you want.” He threw her bottle onto the sofa and then lifted his head up quickly. “No I’m sorry! I didn’t mean I didn’t care about you dying, I do! Fuck.” He felt guilty, almost as if he’d offended her despite the fact, she had no idea what he was saying. She smiled widely at her dad, showing off her little teeth as he had a mini breakdown. “Parenting is hard…”

A throat cleared from behind him and he turned his head to see Jaemin stood in the doorway with an eyebrow raised. “And I thought I had problems; you’re talking to a baby like she’s going to just tell you what to do.”

“Well can you do any better?”

“Tell her the truth man, but you did fuck up.” Jaemin shrugged and left the room, leaving Renjun with his own thoughts.

“Don’t tell mummy about daddy’s mental breakdown.” He deadpanned to Jiyeon as she pulled a face of concentration. “…You’re pooping, aren’t you?...is this your way of telling me that my life is shit?...you’re a genius baby!” Every cloud has a silver lining he guessed.

[bi-writes]

notorious: reboot — chapter two hell never looked so good

You think you’re in heaven, but the devil has yet to discover your lost soul.

type: series, alternate universe detail: mob!tom word count: 8k warnings: mature language and themes, nsfw content series masterlist

The drive back was silent. You passed flashing lights, beautiful, hundred-foot-tall buildings, but you couldn’t even take a moment to look at them, appreciate them, marvel at them. The air in the car was dense and foggy, and so was the mood.

Mariposa sat on your one side and De Luca on the other. De Luca was furious with you. He had yelled at you the moment you and Mariposa made it outside again, and he made you feel like a child. He didn’t care that you were your father’s daughter, at least not at that moment he didn’t.

“There’s something the fucking matter with you! The both of you!”

“You think you can just wander off on your own, in this goddamn city?”

“You had one rule! One rule to follow, and that was to not go in alone! A-And then you just left? Your father would’ve cut me into a million fucking pieces if something had happened to you!”

He practically threw you both into the car, but you let him. He was angry, and he had every right to be, and you knew his intentions were good. He was protective, you knew that much, and right after he yelled, he hugged the both of you, tightly. Mariposa’s father surely would’ve given him hell as well. She was hiding the bruise on her face, however, with her mane of lovely curls. You hadn’t seen them either.

Sometimes you look through her, and not really at her, don’t you?

You both got out of the car when he dropped you off. He couldn’t say anything more to you, you knew what he thought, and he didn’t need to say anything more. He shut the door behind you both, and you and Mariposa walked arm in arm into your apartment building. You let go of each other in the elevator, just staring ahead.

“y/n, I’m sorry,” Mariposa whispered, sniffling a bit. “I let him get the best of me. I…I don’t know what came over me, and then he just—”

“Stop,” you interrupted her. You hated feeling pitiful, and you hated when Mariposa acted like this. It wasn’t like her, and she needed to remember that this was business. “Stop. Nothing happened. We’re fine.”

“And not because of me,” she scoffed, looking down at her shoes. “He got the upper hand, and then he had the gun to your fucking head, and if it wasn’t for Tom, you would’ve…he could’ve…”

“But he didn’t,” you finished for her, and the elevator doors opened. You kept walking, taking your heels off as you did. “Nothing happened. So don’t dwell on it.”

“But, y/n—”

“Ri, I said to drop it. So drop it.”

She closed her mouth as you opened the door to your apartment, and you shut and locked it behind her. You tossed your heels onto the floor beside the door, taking your jacket off. You dropped your purse and jacket onto the couch and went for a drawer in the kitchen. Mariposa watched as you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

“Since when do you smoke, y/n?” She asked, taking a seat on the couch. “It’s not good for you. You know better.”

You paused, coughing a bit as you let out a breath. “They smoke,” you said in a cracked voice. “So I’ll smoke.”

They would like that, surely, a beautiful woman smoking on their laps, wouldn’t they? They’d find that attractive. It would distract them.

Mariposa turned to look at you from her place on the couch. “They’re old-fashioned, y/n. Traditional. Even more so than your father. They smoke, they drink, they gamble, and they speak like they were born fifty years ago, and they treat us like it, too.”

“I know,” you replied, annoying, taking another drag of the cigarette. You hated the way it tasted, but you were starting to get used to it. “What happened with his…with Harrison?”

Mariposa looked out the window, biting her lip. “I…I told him I had to throw up,” she put a hand to her forehead. “And he helped me into the bathroom, and then I…I tried…all I was trying to do was get him unconscious. But he was fast. I had my hand on his neck, and I was so close, but he knew what I was doing. We fought for a little bit before he got away from me, and then…and then by the time I made it out, he had a gun to your head.”

She swallowed hard. She didn’t mention how she held back for other reasons as well. He was gentle with her, kind, before he found the gun strapped to her thigh. He had held her hair up as she coughed into the toilet, and he had whispered nice things in her ear, things that made her laugh. The truth was that she was caught off guard when he found the gun, and she was too slow to react. But she couldn’t tell you that.

“I said I had your back, y/n, and I didn’t.”

You stubbed the cigarette out hard, sighing deeply.

“Stop saying sorry, Ri,” you said firmly. “You did what you were supposed to. Get me in there, that’s what I needed, and you did it. The rest was on me, and I was fine. Don’t apologize.” You came towards the couch, standing in front of her. You gripped her chin, so she looked up at you and into your eyes. “I can take care of myself. Don’t say sorry anymore. Because this isn’t the last time I’ll ask something of you, Ri, and I need to know that you’re going to be able to handle whatever I throw at you. Those men don’t deserve your guilt, and they certainly don’t deserve your kindness.”

You knelt down to her level, keeping your fingers under her chin. “Don’t ever let them get the upper hand on you ever again. You could take any one of them out with nothing but your heels, Ri. Don’t lie to me and tell me he got the upper hand on you,” you scoffed. “You hesitated. And next time, there won’t be something distracting him, and he’ll kill you.”

She had tears in her eyes now, and you tsked.

“Don’t you dare cry, Ri. None of them deserve your tears. Chin up.” You stood back up, going towards your bedroom. She wiped at her cheeks, trying to cover up her sniffles. She kept her hair around her face still, hiding the bruise along her cheek. She didn’t want to seem even more unstable and weak than she already felt. She had to be strong. She had to show you that she could handle herself and whatever you sent her way. She just wanted you to be proud of her. 

“When I come out of here, I want you to be cleaned up,” you said, taking a deep breath. “There’s business to discuss, and I want you ready to listen.”

The papers spread out on the desk were overwhelming. Tom moved them all into one pile, so he could look at them one at a time, but then he shuffled them around, his eyes darting back and forth trying to find what he needed.

Someone screwed up. Someone under him had made too much noise, not much noise, but enough for him to notice, and enough for you and your father to learn about what he was really doing in New York. He needed to take care of it before questions started being asked, and he needed to have a face to blame the incident on.

The doors to his study opened, and Tom almost pulled his gun out right there.

“What the fuck have I said about interrupting me?!” He snapped, but Harrison was standing there, glaring at him.

“You have the fucking nerve to get upset with me, Tom? When you’re making irrational, stupid, mad decisions on account of our business?” He shot back. Tom rolled his eyes when his brothers followed inside, all standing in front of his desk, towering over him. They could complain all they wanted and toss advice at him all day. At the end of the day, Tom listened to himself. He didn’t like being contradicted. He tolerated it from Harrison, but it annoyed him when his entire family questioned him.

“What’s this, Tom, about a marriage?”

“Haz says you’re fucking around with Americans, why didn’t you tell us?”

“Who’s the woman?”

Tom leaned back in his chair, taking a deep, angry breath. “You know, Haz, I don’t remember this business ever being yours. In fact, I don’t remember this business being run by any of you bastards. You’re all small-minded. Without ambition. And that’s why we haven’t left this fucking island,” he shoved the papers off his desk, letting them go flying.  

Pricks that had no peripheral vision, he thought to himself. All of them were wrong, and Tom was the only one coming up with ideas on how to expand. His brothers, Harrison, they all liked to stay in their little bubble. It was Tom that took control of London, Tom that stepped on the groups along England’s coast, Tom that made the decision to move to New York, and now it was Tom thinking about how to keep growing. His business was expanding at an exponential rate, and he needed more. If they couldn’t keep up, Tom was prepared to do it alone. He was determined not to stop here. There were opportunities ahead, people to meet, men to employ, and he wasn’t going to stop, at least not yet.

“Tom, it’s one thing to step on scattered groups, ones without any bloody footing in this world,” Harrison said, stepping forward. “But we’re not talking about just anyone anymore, we’re talking about y/l/n and his fucking empire. We have our footing across the Atlantic, but here, Tom? We’re nobodies in every other bloody place besides Manhattan. If we stepped out of here, we’d be eaten alive. Our numbers are small, we don’t have enough resources, and you are starting to let this shit get to your bloody head.”

Tom met his eyes, and they both stared each other down. Harrison was annoying the shit out of Tom at the moment, and he hated how he stood up to him in front of his younger brothers. But Harrison wouldn’t let up. He knew Tom would be angry, but that he needed him too much to do anything about it.

“What is he planning to do?”

“Tommy here,” Harrison crossed his arms over his chest, “wants to put a ring on y/n y/ln’s finger. He wants to marry her. He thinks it’ll solve all our problems.”

Tom stood up, slamming his fist down on his desk, “don’t fucking patronize me, Haz. My patience is real fucking thin after that stunt you pulled the other night.”

“I didn’t—”

“You let that woman distract you,” Tom scoffed. “I saw the fucking tapes. She flashed her tits, and you were all but on your knees. You’re pathetic, Harrison. You’re soft, and it could’ve killed us.”

This had long been an argument between Harrison and Tom. Tom had no mercy, not for anyone. He didn’t mind the killing, he didn’t mind the torture, and seeing blood only meant Tom was getting shit done. He didn’t sway from violence, but Harrison hesitated sometimes. It was easy for Harrison to be violent when he was targeting someone that stole from him, screwed up business, made noise when it was meant to be quiet. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, but Harrison had a moral code, and he had a history of not getting the job done in Tom’s eyes for having pity on people.  

It had happened the other night, when Harrison caught Mariposa before she fell, when he helped her into the bathroom. It even happened when he didn’t kill her.  

Harrison shut his mouth, growing silent, and Tom spit at his feet.

“Get the hell out of my office. All of you. Unless you have something to say about who fucked up in Brooklyn, get out,” he said to them. The twins stared at Harrison for a moment before turning and leaving. Harrison stayed for a minute as Tom got settled back into his seat. He lit a cigarette, dragging on it hard. “What did I say?” Tom asked again.

“Tom, please,” Harrison said, lower this time. “London, New York…we have to go slow about this. Marrying y/n is not the answer.”

Tom let out a breath of smoke, staring at Harrison through the fog of it. He clenched his jaw a bit, pulling out a pen and starting to write.

“Haz, I wasn’t planning to stay married to her. Or even marry her at all, I’m not sure yet,” he said, licking his lips. It was a difficult plan he would have to devise, but two whole cities to himself sounded like power. Both cities with international influence, coast to coast control of two of the major port cities in all of North America, and thousands of men under his thumb. He ached for it, would bleed for it, and he was starving for more and more conquests.

You had read this kind of fire in him when you met him. Tom blinded himself with his thoughts, and you were going to use it to your advantage. Harrison saw this in Tom, too, but he knew Tom wouldn’t listen to his warnings.  

“Once they’re both dead, it’ll be quite easy to get what I need from them. And then we’ll have authority over all five boroughs and Los Angeles. Not to mention their business in Italy.” He sat up. “I know you’re worried about me rushing this, Harrison, but it won’t be like that. I get angry, yes, and I…I am impatient. But you know I wouldn’t fuck something as serious as this up by trying to rush it.”

Harrison let out a breath, “promise me, Thomas. Promise me you’ll do this right. Promise me you’ll do this carefully. Promise me you’ll take your time, and that you will back the fuck out if you even look like you’re losing, if…if war even seems possible.”

Tom waited for a few moments before meeting his eyes. “Aye,” he nodded a bit. “I promise.”

No one was paying much attention to the outside. While all of the brothers were preoccupied up in his office, no one was paying attention to the trucks coming in and out of the garage of their warehouse. The trucks were routine, the packages of cash and product were routine, and there was nothing for any of Tom’s men to be threatened by as they unloaded each of the boxes into the open space. It was risky to keep so much contraband in one place, but Tom was always moving them around. They never stayed in one place for long.

Mariposa waited until the noises around her died down significantly. There was a crack of light that peeked into the box through the taped flaps, and she used the blade attached to her thigh to cut it open slowly. She pushed the cardboard open, poking her head out. The garage was relatively empty, but she could hear voices hanging near. People were here, they had just walked away.  

She took a deep breath finally; it was stuffy inside of there. She pushed her box braids back behind her shoulders, getting out of the box, closing it so it seemed untouched. Then she pulled her gun out, going towards the wall and hugging it as she made her way around the place. It was dark in the garage; the only sources of light were low wattage bulbs that hung from chains on the ceiling, and most were flickering. The garage was filled with broken cars, cabinets of parts and tools. She didn’t expect Tom to be hiding his business under the cover of an autobody shop, but she supposed dirty men like Tom would do anything to get away from the spotlight, even get their hands all greasy.

She was wearing pants today, per your request. They were black pants that hugged her all the way up to her waist where she wore a black crop top, a section of her midriff on display. She had her curls braided so they wouldn’t get in her way, and she, to her dismay, filed her nails down enough to not fear breaking them. She did keep them long enough in case she had to poke out anyone’s eyes. Mariposa was more dangerous with her bare hands than most men with their own weapons.

She made it to the door finally, peeking her head into the doorway slowly. Inside the building was a bustling business, quiet but lively. Desks and cubicles filled with posters and signs about cars and deals, but she could tell that the work on their desks were anything but tires and oil changes. There were men in the hallway, smoking, laughing, holding guns casually, and she needed to get them away. She grabbed a wrench off the worktable next to her, throwing it back towards the box she crawled out of. She ducked to the side as the wrench clattered on the ground and echoed throughout the entire garage. It caught their attention just like she wanted, and all four of them sauntered into the garage, guns in their hands as they went to go investigate the noise. Once they were far enough, she got up out of her hiding spot and went into the hallway, closing the garage door and locking it. As soon as she turned around, she bumped right into someone, and staring up, she met familiar blue eyes.

Shit.

She cried out as she was slammed against the wall beside her, the side of her face pressed into the drywall. She reached for the blade in her thigh holster, but he was quicker. He grabbed it before she could, tossing it onto the floor and kicking it across the hallway. He put an elbow to her back, shoving her whole upper body into the wall, her palms pressed flat against it. He grunted as he held her there, completely overpowering her, and she scrunched her face as she tossed her head back and hit him in the forehead with the back of her head.

He backed away, stunned, and she turned and kneed him right between the legs, forcing him onto his knees.  

“Don’t ever let them get the upper hand on you ever again,” is what you had said, wasn’t it?

“Jesus, fuck!” He yelled, and she pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to fall and sit back against the opposite wall. She panted, rubbing the back of her sore neck.

“You don’t seem like a family man,” she said finally, standing up straight in her heels. “Didn’t think you’d mind if I broke your dick.”

Harrison reached into his waistband for his gun, but Mariposa kicked it out of his hand before he could even hold it up.

“I didn’t come here to kill anyone,” she explained, staring down at him. “I came to talk.”

“You’re not getting to Tom, if that’s what you mean, you fucking—”

“Not Tom. You,” she interrupted him. “It’s you I need to talk to.”

Harrison held his stomach a bit as he sat there, rolling out his jaw. He didn’t say anything for a few moments. No one ever needed to talk to him. They always needed to talk to Tom, talk to the boss. They never thought they needed him, but he was always expected to be needed. For some reason, he felt a bit of pride knowing Mariposa wanted to talk to him.

She looked around, “is there somewhere we could talk? Privately?”

Harrison slowly got up off the ground, rolling his neck out. He went to the door that led to the garage and unlocked it.  

“Your security blows by the way,” Mariposa noted as he came back to her. He took a deep breath, annoyed. He ran a hand through his curls, finally relaxing after her skillful hit to his groin.

“I can see. There’ll be changes.”

Harrison picked up his gun off the floor and her blade, going into the building. She followed him closely, swaying her hips as she walked. As she walked past the desks of employees, she winked and waved at them, and many answered with whoops and whistles.  

Mariposa was easy on the eyes, of course they’d respond to her advances. Not to mention that there were no women in the building, and it seemed as if they had all been starved of a woman’s presence in here for a long while. Tom preferred it that way. No distractions, his men could simply work.  

“Fuck, just get in here,” Harrison shoved her into an office space near the back, glaring out at the room behind her. Everyone turned away at his gaze, and he slammed the door shut behind him.

Mariposa took a seat on his desk, looking around the room. There were a few leather chairs facing the wooden desk, a sleek computer sitting on it. There was a bar cart in the corner and a small shelf of books and files. The paint was dark, and the blinds were shut on the window. It was cozy, but small. She took note of each detail, as much as she could.  

She noted that the space was small, that his office was in the back. She noticed where Tom’s office must’ve been, upstairs taking up the whole of the second floor. It made her think that maybe Harrison was a bit underappreciated. She knew what that felt like, but for now, she’d use it against him.

Harrison went for a drink right away, pouring himself a double before downing the entire glass. He turned to look at her, and she was sitting comfortably on his desk, her eyes on him. She was looking him up and down, and she smirked when their eyes met, unashamed that he caught her checking him out.

“Well,” he snapped, leaning against the wall. “Talk. Before I put a bullet in your head for fucking up my business twice now.”

Mariposa tilted her head to the side, “I came to warn you.”

“To warn me?” He chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. “Of what, love? Hmm? What do you know that I don’t?”

Mariposa looked towards the window, sighing. “You’re expecting a delivery from Brighton tomorrow night. European powder, I’m assuming, but that’s not important,” she shook her head, turning back to look at him, as if knowing intricate details of his operations didn’t matter all that much. “All I know is that someone tipped off the NYPD, and they’ll be waiting for that shipment tomorrow night.”

Harrison narrowed his eyes a bit. “Oh, yeah? And how do you know that’s true, love?”

She smiled a bit, “well, how do you think I got here, Harri?” She giggled, letting the nickname slide off her lips smoothly, as if she had been calling him that for years.

Harrison tipped his head and finished his third glass, slamming it down onto the table. He came close to her, coming between her legs, leaning over her. He put his hands down on the table on either side of her, his face inches from hers. She hummed a bit, not moving away, instead letting herself melt into him.  

“You think this is funny?” He scoffed a bit, eyeing her face, from her eyes to her lips and back again. “You think all of this is a fucking joke, aye?”

Her smiled faded a bit, and she reached up with her free hand, brushing a curl away from his forehead. She shook her head. She didn’t think it was a joke. She was being playful, trying to see how far she could get with him, how far she could push his buttons before he burst. In reality, she was here for a reason, and it was on account of you. She wouldn’t dare screw things up when it came to you.

“No,” she said simply, her green eyes glowing as she studied the planes of his face. She noticed how handsome he really was as a bit of sunlight peeked through the closed blinds. He towered over her in this position, but she didn’t feel threatened. She liked it.

“And what do you want in exchange, if this tip pans out, hmm?” He asked sharply. “Surely you aren’t just giving me this information for free. What do you want for it?”

Mariposa met his eyes again, that pretty baby blue.  

“I want you to pass a message onto Tom. y/n wants to meet, Friday night.”

Harrison grunted a bit as Mariposa hooked her fingers into his belt loops, forcing his hips against hers. Harrison hissed a bit as she slipped a piece of paper into his front pocket, letting her fingers graze along his thigh as she dragged her hand back out. She giggled a bit, letting her tongue poke out a bit and touch his bottom lip.

Harrison glared down at her. He was angry because whatever she was doing was working on him.

“And…and I want you to forgive me,” she said finally, her voice becoming soft. Her playful smile faded, and she looked up at him with sweet, big eyes. “For the other night. I…I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t even want to do what I did today, but…”

She didn’t finish, but Harrison continued for her, “you were following orders.”

She brushed her braids behind her shoulders, looking down as she nodded simply.  

He noticed the way her confident light dimmed a bit, and the way she dipped her head to avoid his eyes. He knew what she was feeling. Doing things not because they wanted to, but because they had to, even if they desperately felt inside that they shouldn’t. Harrison knew the feeling all too well. He knew if Tom was watching, he’d scold Harrison for softening, for feeling pity for the woman in his arms. But Harrison had a heart, whether his best friend did or not, and maybe it was alright this time. Because they were behind closed doors, and no one could see Harrison staring at this beautiful woman like she held all the answers to his reservations.

Harrison brushed her braids further out of her face, noticing the bruise on the side of her cheek. He got a flashback of the other night, of his hand cupping her cheek roughly and slamming her against the bathroom stall. They had fought well, and he remembered how feisty she had been. She had been no stranger to being held down or overpowered. He didn’t have time to admire that fact then, but he was admiring it now.

“Mmm…did I do that?” He wondered lowly, and Mariposa let herself soften a bit at his touch. His fingers gently grazed the black and blue spot on her cheek. She nodded finally, and Harrison ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “Here, wait here.”

She watched as he went back to the bar cart, picking up a towel and dumping some ice into it. He tied it up and came back to the desk, putting it to the side of her face. She winced a bit, and he reached up with his other hand to cup the other side of her face.

“You fight mad,” he said after a moment, and Mariposa made a face.

“And you fight like a bitch,” she shot back, and they both sort of smiled. He held the ice there for a few minutes, and she reached into her bra and pulled out another piece of paper.

“This…is for you, and you only.”

Mariposa showed him what was on the paper. Her name, a number, and a red kiss mark. She put it in his pocket, too, biting her lip.  

“Don’t…don’t tell y/n I came here. I was…I was just supposed to deliver you the message, I wasn’t supposed to…supposed to—”

“I know,” he interrupted her, and she reached up and put her hands over his wrists, keeping him there, keeping him close. After a few more minutes, she brushed the ice away from her face, sitting up to kiss him.

He let her. The kiss was soft and sweet, their lips barely touching for just a few moments. She sighed as she pulled away, and Harrison rubbed his thumb along her jawline.

“You should go, eh?” He murmured, and she nodded. But then she kissed him again, one more time, just a little firmer. Her kiss was lovely. She was talking to him without words, as if she understood him entirely, and he couldn’t be the one to pull away. She was, but he could feel that she didn’t want to.

She swallowed hard, slipping off the desk and onto her feet. She stood on her feet, getting onto her toes. Harrison closed his eyes again as she kissed beside his mouth. When he opened his eyes, she was gone, letting herself out quietly and quickly. He rolled his fingers in and out of fists, sniffing a bit.  

She was your demon; he could feel it. You sent her there on a job, a job she was supposed to execute quietly, and while she executed it, she did more than just her job. Mariposa had latched onto Harrison with nothing more than a kiss, and his head was spinning.

She smelled like hell, looked like hell, tasted like hell. But Harrison wasn’t going to heaven, not for all the things he had done. Instead of brushing it aside, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the paper with her messy handwriting.  

It wouldn’t hurt to go to hell sooner, would it?

Tom rolled the piece of paper between his fingers, gazing out the window of his car. He was parked down the street, but he could see the neon sign of the building lit up even in the pouring rain. It glowed pink and green, switching and flashing and sparking to draw attention.

Tom was alone. He never went anywhere alone, but he told no one where he was going tonight. Harrison had told him Friday night, but the note read Thursday, and Tom chuckled at that. You trusted Mariposa to not look at the note, who trusted Harrison with not peeking either, keeping no one in the loop except for you and him. Tom had seen the entire mess Mariposa made of his men on the security cameras, but he didn’t see what went on behind closed doors in Harrison’s office. He was still clueless, and Harrison hadn’t said a word. Mariposa said nothing to you either. They kept it a secret, but neither knew if the other would tell their bosses. But they hoped not. They hoped they could keep that tender moment between themselves.  

But they would never say that out loud.

Tom slowly got out of his car, shutting it and locking it. He dipped his head as he took cover from the rain under the low trees before slipping into the building.

It was dark inside aside for the spotlight on the singer on the small stage. Tom straightened out his jacket as he stood in the doorway. She was wearing a red dress and feathers, singing something French and slow while slow jazz played in the background. The bar was the full, the seats in front of the stage were packed, and he couldn’t find what he needed at first glance.

“Can I help you?” The hostess asked at the front. She had a black ensemble on, a mini dress and dark red lipstick with glitter in her hair. Tom cleared his throat, sighing.

“Holland,” he said, and she blinked for a moment.

“Yes…right this way.”

Tom followed her to the other side of the bar, where there was a spiral staircase leading up to a second floor. The hostess gestured her hand, and Tom took the railing and climbed the steps. The second floor wasn’t much. Instead, the staircase led to a small nook that overlooked the stage, with plush velvet seats and a table set up with two glasses and a bottle of his favorite whiskey. He smirked just a bit, taking a seat and pouring himself a glass, leaning back as he watched the stage below. She was a beautiful singer, but he’d be honest in saying that this wasn’t a club or establishment he normally found himself frequenting.

He sucked in a breath when a fan of feathers covered his face. When they were slowly lowered, you were standing there, in a short black dress and heels, your hair done up to keep out of your face. You smirked, fanning yourself with the feathers before taking a seat beside him.

God, how could you take my breath away with just one fucking smile?

“You came,” you said, sitting on the opposite end of the plush couch, away from him. He didn’t like the distance. Your bare arms and collarbones looked soft to the touch, and he wanted to put his head into the crook of your neck and kiss you there, to see for himself how soft you felt.  

“Aye,” he licked his lips, looking out at the stage. “But I confess, the setting is unfamiliar.”

“Don’t you like cabaret, Mr. Holland?” You teased, putting the feathers down. “I thought you might like something like this. It’s much more your style.”

“As opposed to what?”

“A strip club,” you said honestly. Tom chuckled a bit, darkly.

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Because,” you took the second glass from the table and poured yourself some to drink. “You’re subtle, Tom. You like things quiet and reserved, you…like it when it seems as if things didn’t happen at all. But the girls at the strip clubs don’t do quiet, reserved, or subtle, do they?”

“No, darling, they do not,” he leaned back against the couch, and your eyes glanced at the gun at his hip then back up to his face.  

His lap looked like a nice seat, especially with the hot air around you. You wondered what he would do if you slipped into his arms right there, your back to his chest, bathed in darkness as soft music played in the background. You wondered if he would push you away or if he would give into you. You thought he would give into you. Tom could put up a hard face all night. You knew all he wanted to do was take you home with him.  

If he was anyone else, you might’ve even agreed to that. But he wasn’t. He was Tom Holland, and he was the man in your way. If your father was ever going to believe in you, trust you, you’d have to get through Tom Holland. You were glad to. You would give anything to smack the stupid smirk off his face.  

Pretty boy, but he holds too many dark secrets in those black eyes. He’s seen the devil, and he has nothing to lose.

You watched the performance for a few more minutes, watching as she got up off the stool and began to walk around the stage, her voice like honey and her dress sparkling in the light. She captivated an audience, that was for sure, and it gave you an opportunity to study Tom up close.

Tonight, he was wearing a dark red suit, a gorgeous burgundy color that brought out the darkness of his eyes. He wore no tie, just a white dress shirt underneath, with a few buttons undone to show off a few of his chains. He had a beautiful watch on one arm, and it reminded you of your father’s. Small, delicate, and expensive. His curls were longer than before, just barely pushed back with a bit of product. It was sexy, the way a few of his curls fell over his forehead. It constantly made you want to lean over and push them back, and maybe that’s what he wanted. Maybe he wanted you to feel the need to come closer to him, and you did. Whatever he was doing, it was working, but you stayed where you were, a few feet away from him.

“What am I doing here?” He asked suddenly, turning back to you. “Hmm? You wanted to meet, you said you’d be in touch.”

“I asked for your help, Tom, and I want to know how you plan to do it,” you said simply, finishing your drink. Tom moved to pour himself more, topping off your glass as well. You brought it to your lips, looking at him over the rim of it. His eyes were playful now, searching your face for any kind of emotion. “I don’t like being unprepared. Or out of the loop.”

He snorted, “fucking hell, you think I’d just draw up a plan that fast? At the snap of your fingers? I don’t fuckin’ work for you, sweetheart, so don’t come in here with demands and expect to get anything from me. I’m not helping until we make a deal.”

You took a deep breath. You weren’t used to people answering you like that when it came to more serious matters, but you had to remember who you were talking to. You could’ve played this a few ways. You could be rude, mean, cruel to him, spit venom right back in his face as he did to you. You could be submissive, letting him think he was able to push you around; or, you could push your dress down a bit, lean over the table, and make him think he had control when it was all you.

You wanted Tom to believe he could have an effect on you. You wanted Tom to believe he was as irresistible as he thought, as powerful as he thought, as effective and as hot as he thought.  

“What sort of deal? Don’t you wanna help me, Thomas?” You batted your lashes a bit, leaning forward. You let the neckline of your dress fall, and his eyes flickered to your cleavage for just a moment. You crawled towards him on the couch, settling into the seat beside him, your thigh touching his. Then, you put your legs over his in his lap, crossing them at the ankles. “Out of the goodness of your heart?”

Tom put a hand on your thigh, rubbing your knee slowly. He laughed a bit, “no, darling. I don’t. You are your father’s daughter, and you have much that I find valuable. If you want my help, I want something in return.”

You shifted a bit as he pulled you even closer, and your eyes flickered a bit. You put your arms on either side of his head along the back of the couch, moving until you were perched up on his lap.

“Tell me,” you purred, staring down at him. “Tell me what it is you want.”

You and Tom both tried to read each other. Being this close, so close, your mind was drifting off, thinking other things about what it is Tom might want from you. He was clouding your mind with thoughts that you didn’t want to say out loud. You were doing just as much to him, intoxicating his senses. You were beautiful up close, and it felt good to have you in his lap. You belonged there, seated on top of him.  

She’s not a princess of hell, she’s a queen. Her father thinks it is he that wields the crown, but it’s her. Her crown is made of fire and blood.

Tom wanted that crown. He wanted it badly. He could feel his insides turning at the thought. He could ask you one question, you could give him one answer, and he could rule everything. But he willed himself not to think too far ahead, he begged his thoughts to calm down. If he pushed too hard, he’d push you away.

He tilted his head to the side. “I don’t deal with running dogs, sweetheart. I deal with those that can guarantee me results. So unless it’s your father I’m speaking to, I don’t think a deal can be made.” He lifted his hand a bit. He hadn’t touched you this entire time, but now his hand trailed low, gripping your ass tightly, “but we could decide on other things.”

Fuck you, Tom.

Tom heard the click of a gun, and you leaned even closer as you pressed the barrel of your gun into his crotch, scoffing a bit, “Tom, don’t make a fool out of yourself,” you said through your teeth, practically spitting on him. “I’m my father’s daughter, and whatever deal I make with you is as honorable as a deal with my father. You deal with me, or you get nothing.”

He shifted a bit, his hand dropping back to his side. His face showed no emotion but looking into his eyes told you he understood you were serious.  

Of course you are, you have a gun on him where it matters.

“Touch me like that again without my permission, and I’ll blow your dick off, Tom, I swear.”

He surprised you with his reaction. He smirked, his eyes glowing a bit in the low light, eager and alive. Even with your finger on the trigger, he couldn’t look away from you. You lit a fire inside of him, and he adored the feeling in his chest. You were doing things to him that he’d never felt before. This wasn’t a kink of his, no, this was something else. He tried to tell himself it was a kink, but deep down, you were a beautiful demon on his lap, and all he wanted to do was sit back and let you do whatever you wanted to do to him.

Fuck, she could kill me right now, and I’d thank her.

“I mean it, Tom. Touching me is off limits. Touching my…associate is off limits. We are off limits to you and to Harrison,” you said firmly.  

He hummed a bit, leaning close again. You didn’t move, just watching the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply. You put your gun away, back into its place in your holster, and you put both hands on his chest, pushing him back into the couch. You wanted to be able to see his face, his whole face. The teasing was fun, but business was business, and you needed to make a deal before the tension left between you two.

“I help you, you help me, y/n,” he murmured. “There’s things I need done, and two little birds is what I need.”

“I’m not anyone’s whore, Thomas, so you best not be suggesting what I think you are,” you hissed, and he shook his head.  

“Mmm…not quite. I have a few things that need tending to, but you know how it is with men sometimes…” He shrugged a bit. “I help you take care of your problem, and when I need you, princess, and perhaps your other little bird…I can call on you.”

You pursed your lips. This was uncharted territory. You barely had experience working for your father, and although you were grateful he was slowly giving you the opportunities to show what you could do, many of these things were new to you. Even now, dealing with Tom, you had never done any of this before. To work for someone else, someone that didn’t love you like a father loved his daughter, scared you a bit.

But maybe this was what you needed. Your father kept you protected, always. He never let you out of his sight or his men’s sights, and he insisted on always helping you do the jobs you wanted to do on your own. You were always confident because your father was always looking over your shoulder.

But you knew better than anyone that you couldn’t rely on that feeling of safety and security. One day, your father would be gone, and there would be no one protecting you except for yourself. Maybe Tom was just what you needed; a boss who would not protect you or baby you or be there to save you if you failed, but instead a boss that would kill you if you hadn’t already done so yourself.

“Not forever,” you said after thinking for a moment, shaking your head. “A year. I’ll give you a year.”

“Two,” he countered, and you scoffed.

“Eighteen months, and no more,” you shot back, and he smirked, a wicked look in his eyes, a triumphant look in his eyes.

“I think we have a deal, y/n.”

He spit into the palm of his hand, holding it out for you, and you shook your head.

“No, that’s not how we’re doing this,” you said. “A handshake isn’t enough for me. I need this written down, and I want everyone to know, so you can’t fuck me over in the end.”

Tom sighed, nodding his head finally.

“Alright. That seems quite reasonable,” he reached into his pocket for a cigarette, and he lit it, taking a drag. “We’ll take care of everything at your initiation, darling.”

“What initiation?” You made a face, playing with the curls at the back of his neck. He glanced at the neckline of your dress before bringing his eyes back to you. You liked when he looked at you, even if it should’ve made you disgusted. You wished he’d look again.

“If I’m contracting your services, it means you’re a part of the family. Of my family. Of my business. And everyone that is a part of my business must have an initiation,” he met your eyes, and you looked down at his lips, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and taking a drag of it yourself. You let out a breath, putting a hand on his chest.

“I better not have to strip naked,” you said, and Tom licked his lips.

“As much as I’d enjoy that, no, darling, you won’t be naked,” he said simply. “But you will need to wear white. And you won’t come out without shedding a bit of blood.”

You put the cigarette back into his mouth, and you nodded finally. You slowly slid off of his lap, settling down beside him.

“Okay. Then we have a deal, Thomas.”

You leaned forward, giving him a tender kiss on his jaw. Then, you slid out of the booth, picking up the feathery fan you had brought.  

“I’ll be in touch,” you said, going towards the stairs. “Oh, and Thomas?”

He didn’t respond, just kept staring at you.

“Maybe in another life, I’d take care of the tent in your pants,” you said simply, not even turning to look at him as you disappeared down the spiral staircase. The stage lit up again, with another singer sitting on top of the piano, her voice like honey and silk as she laid back on the piano. She was beautiful.

But not nearly as beautiful as that fucking demon.

“Enjoy the show,” he heard your sultry voice call.

Thomas wondered if he had signed his soul to the devil, and perhaps that was why you came into his life so suddenly. Perhaps it was time for him to go. Perhaps it was time for him to pay the price for the gifts he had gotten so long ago, when he stepped into his position at a young, but hungry eighteen-year-old.  

Or perhaps you were just a reminder, a reminder that the devil was never too far away, a reminder that Tom had done too much evil in his life to ever see anything but fire and ash.  

He could get used to hell if it looked like you.

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Marvel High (Part 4)

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A/N: Happy Fic Fri--Saturday! Had this most of the way written up yesterday, but my daughter has not been going down at her bedtime very well so I didn’t get it done before bed! But here I am now, posting as my husband is now trying to get her to go back to sleep. Babies, I tell yah.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, teenage substance abuse Words: 1,300ish

The dynamic of the group was odd to witness. They all had drastically different personalities, something you had already gleaned from the bickering during the school day, but under the influence of alcohol, it became even more obvious. It was as if the group was comprised of smaller groups. 

The Maximoff twins were obvious. Natasha and Clint were a pair, that you were sure of. The way they shadowed each other and communicated in their body language was hard to ignore. Either they had been friends for a long time or something was going on between them. Though you felt it would have been inappropriate to ask. Tony and Bruce seemed close, from what you had overheard from their in-depth science conversation at lunch earlier. You could always find Steve, Bucky, and Sam together, but Bucky seemed annoyed whenever he was left with just Sam.

Thor was an outlier and seemed to bounce around all of them seamlessly. His cockiness rivaled Tony’s. Thor appeared to be about six beers deep and enthusiastically telling a story about how he wrestled some unnamed beast in is home country.

“Where is Thor from again?” You turned to Pietro who was watching the group from a distance with you. Though you had felt him watching you when you weren’t looking.

“Some Scandinavian country… we think.” Pietro shrugged. “You sure you don’t want another drink? Nat makes a mean cocktail.”

“I’m sure she does, but I should probably keep my wits about me and not smell like I’ve been drinking. My dad is like a bloodhound with that stuff. One beer was already a risk.”

“So, what is up with your dad anyway? He seems…” Pietro struggled to find the right word.

“Hella protective?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, hell-ah protective, as you so put it.” Pietro inclined his head in your direction, closing the small gap between your bodies.

“He means well. I haven’t made the best choices in my life. And trouble seems to follow me wherever we go. It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.” You were being intentionally vague. It was a can of worms that someone you just met shouldn’t have sprung on them.

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t push. “So, you set fire to your previous school?” He guided you back to the group and you sat next to Wanda on a loveseat, Pietro perched on the arm.

“Fire? Is Y/N talking about setting her school on fire?” Tony had been making his way to the bar when he heard the word fire. Another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Yes, but don’t even think about sitting next to us with that lit.” Steve waved his hand to the offending object.

“It’s my house,” Tony guffawed.

“Rule eleven, specifically made for you, is not smoking within the group circle, because not all of us are trying to get lung cancer before twenty-five.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s unfair that we have rules specifically aimed at me. But fine.” Tony dropped his cigarette into his glass and joined the group.

“Rules?” You echoed.

“Top secret,” Tony winked, “Back to the fire, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t anything crazy. I was in wood shop and got bored, wondered if I could burn in a design on a plank with my lighter, and it was highly flammable, apparently. It didn’t take long for the rest of the shop to start on fire, the air was basically half saw-dust.” You shrugged, honestly, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done. It was also an accident for once.

“It only went as far as the home-ec classroom. No big deal, aside from being expelled." 

"Lame!" Tony yawned. "Let's play truth or dare!" 

Everyone groaned and threw empty solo cups at him. 

"Why do you always insist on playing?" Nat looked to him, incredulous. "We've been friends long enough that it isn't fun anymore. You just want us to do stupid shit." 

"What's wrong with stupid shit?" Tony insisted. "Besides we have a newbie now!"

  You looked at your phone and saw it was almost ten o'clock. Had it really been two hours already? "Sorry, but I have to head out. Curfew." 

"And here I was thinking you were a trouble maker," Tony smirked. 

"Oh, I am. But I don't want to be grounded for eternity. Great party though, Tony. Thanks for the invite." You made to leave with Pietro and Wanda on following behind you when a young boy, probably about 14, came running in, out of breath. 

"Alright, who invited the freshman?" Steve rubbed his temples. "We agreed, no freshman." 

"Parker isn't going to cause any trouble, the kid's a saint," Tony argued. "What's going on?" 

"Some--oh hi," the freshman saw you. "I'm Peter Parker. You must be new."

"I'm Y/N. You okay, Peter?"  

He was still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah! There's a bunch of Hydra High douche-bros who snuck in. They're by the pool." 

"Fuuuucccckkkkk." Bucky cursed. "They're definitely here to start some shit." "Alright, is everybody sober enough to deal with them?" Steve looked pointedly to Tony who was rolling up his sleeves, already looking ready for a fight. 

"We should probably go, you don't need me and Wanda, right?" Pietro looked to Steve. 

"Umm... if you're parked in the driveway, you won't be able to get out. They blocked it with their own cars." 

"Looks like you're going to be late. Sorry." Pietro frowned at you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips. 

"Nah, it's not your fault. How quickly do you think we can scare off these guys?" Tony held up his hand, gaining everyone's attention. "I might have a solution. Let me go down to my basement, and I will meet you out there." 

The group made their way down to the pool. Your other classmates had crowded around, keeping a distance from Hydra.

  Hydra was raiding the outdoor bar and the scariest student among them was lounging on a wicker chair, sipping lazily on a bottle of vodka. A small voice in your head said he was the leader. Maybe it was because everyone else was at work nabbing whatever they could and he was already enjoying their spoils. You just knew. 

"Avengers!" he called out, happily. "Great party!" 

"Avengers?" You whispered to Pietro. 

"I'll explain later." 

The leader's eyes narrowed in on you. "New recruit?" 

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he stood up and stepped closer to you. He looked you up and down, perplexed. "Do I know you?"

"Doubt it." Pietro pulled you behind him, breaking his line of sight. 

"Maximoff onto a new toy already?" 

"What are you doing here, Keller? I thought we told you not to come near this place again?" Steve pulled the attention to him. "The message was pretty clear when Thor cracked open your forehead." 

"We heard about the dope ass party, Rogers. Thought some of your classmates would want to have a little more fun--" 

"We don't want your shitty drugs." Peter piped up. "Like weed is cool and stuff, but--" 

"Your shit is garbage." Tony sauntered through the group, a contraption strapped to his arms. "And calling it 'Candy Andy' is kinda lame." 

A light emitted from Tony's palm and beam jutted out and shatter the bottle of vodka in Keller's hand. Tony hissed from the hot metal burning into his palm but stood his ground. 

Keller remained calm and held up his hands, though you could see a slight look of terror in his eyes. "Alright, we'll see you around another time then. Good to see you again, Y/N." He winked at you and they took off. 

You froze, you didn't know him, how did he know you?

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The Head and the Heart, Part 2

Hello everyone,

I am submitting this for @just-the-hiddles‘s The Damnit Jim, I’m A Vampire, Not A Landlord Fic Frenzy. I chose prompt “1....You can pay your rent in money or in blood.” I was inspired by all the prompts and will probably use them throughout the series. Basically I use the prompts as guide-lines.

This is the first time I have written and shared a fic online-- or ever really! It’s also the first time I’ve written anything modern so please let me know what you think! I hope I’m posting this correctly--I created the title art--LOL I’ve never done this before. I’m aiming to update the series each Tuesday. So here we go...

Series Masterlist: The Head and The Heart

Summary: The twins are taking a night off from their graduate studies-- or at least Tessa is; her twin sister, Antha, is just trying to keep her out of trouble. What starts as a night of good old-fashioned fun and flirting quickly changes as they find themselves at the doorstep of the Hollow House Bed and Breakfast.

Characters: OFCs Antha and Tessa King, original characters/vampires

WARNINGS: 18+ for suggestive themes and violence, cursing, implied drug use, implied rape, stressful/scary situations, vampires, and characters with incredible hair-- you’ve been warned. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 2228

Part Two: Long into the Night

        The bass swelled and the drums cracked imitating well-known pop-rock songs that sent the patrons into a lather. Antha wasn’t the only one that finally felt it: the night was officially popping-off as it were and when she followed Tessa’s lead people stared.

        As if caught in a fever-dream, the mirrored image of them simply blew one young man’s mind. Way past his limit, he asked one of the twins “Are you real?” Zoey stepped in, pulling her friends around them acting as a barrier. With the added security in numbers, Antha started to relax, even have a little fun; also, knowing that Doug was on his way helped. The song led into another fan favorite and then another; they rolled with the rhythm, working up a sweat that no air conditioner could soothe.

        Something caught Antha’s eye. It was Franco, watching them, flipping the top of his lighter. A chill ran up her spine. She figured now was the best time to break the news to Tessa.

        “Hey, we’re going home after this,” she yelled into her twin’s ear, “one more round and then home.”

        “What did I tell you? We’re going to have fun!” Tessa proclaimed like it was the only stance she had ever believed in.

        “I just have this feeling Tess, I don’t want to go to that bonfire.”

        “You don’t have to! You’re not my third wheel, just get on home then—I’m going out to get lucky!” Tessa shimmied to her Daft Punk reference as the band began to play Get Lucky. She hummed when she followed Antha’s eyes across the floor toward the booth, where Franco lounged. “How can you resist that tall glass of water?”

        “We’re not going. You can have him over for brunch tomorrow,” Antha turned into the spitting image of her mother on the spot, as if compromising with a child. Every so often she checked the door, wishing Doug would just appear to help wrangle her girlfriends. She was truly outnumbered.

        Tessa laughed incredulously, “Franco doesn’t do brunch.”

        “And he’s not doing this either.” Antha waved her hand between the two of them as if a package deal. Tessa stopped dancing, her brow cocked and arms crossed. Zoey piped in that she would go, as did one of her cronies. Tessa shifted her weight and tossed her hair with her unequivocal “I do what I want” look, then she led the girls off the floor toward the bathroom. Antha trailed behind them, hot on their heels.

        She stood outside her sister’s stall trying to be as reasonable as the cocktail coursing through her veins would allow. Tessa and the others finally came out with the flush of toilets reverberating into one long sustained note, suggesting a migraine to Antha. “Oh, you’re still here? I thought you went home.” Tessa began, her attitude getting away from her as she preened in the mirror. Zoey tried to mediate but fell silent when the twin stated her case.

        “Look, if José asked, if Treyvon, if Brian asked—I would go! We could have fun—I just don’t like Franco. He’s got that weird, slow drawl—he disappears then reappears—where does he go? Where? To bonfires on Slaughter Beach? This sounds like the plot of every slasher horror flick ever made!” Antha explained, exasperated.

        “This is just like ‘the Treyvon incident’ years ago, when he touched your hair—it’s like an endless tug of war with you Ant. You never let anything go!” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, tired of her sister.

        “Tessa. He didn’t touch my hair—he snuck up behind me, fisted my dreads and whispered some nonsense about reigns or riding—or some shit! You know damn well he’s never ridden a horse so I can only imagine what he meant!” Antha grew annoyed recapping history when all it did was make Tessa laugh as if that was one of those old fond memories. Zoey blushed and covered her mouth, feeling a bit mortified for them both.

        “Maybe, I’ll explain it to you when you’re older.” Tessa shot back as she dabbed her neck with a damp towel. She began mumbling her usual rhetoric of Antha should ‘grow up and relax’, but a moment later she slouched against the counter.

        “If this is going to be a thing let’s just stay local—we can hit up the diner, you know like old times—summer is just starting, class is about to let out, we can head down to the beach another night.” Zoey rationalized.

        “Whoa…” Tessa sighed as if she wasn’t part of the conversation and held fast to the sink. She seemed woozy and held her head.

        “Who bought you drinks other than me?” Antha immediately took her sister up by the face and stared into her rapidly dilating pupils.

        “No, no, its not like that—he’s just got some good shit I haven’t had in a while.” She explained, completely detached.

        “Did you know about this?” Antha barked over her shoulder at Zoey and her friends; the girls hemmed and hawed like they were lined up for her firing squad. Of course, Franco had good shit, she thought. In the light of the bathroom Antha could tell she was the only mostly sober woman in the group. “We’re going home now.” She pulled Tessa and the rest from the bathroom, her head pounding from the music and cheap whiskey.

        When they got outside Franco was leaning on the back of his truck bed as if he were waiting to round up a herd of sheep. One of his friends, beer in hand, offered to help the girls up. Two climbed in, but Zoey hesitated, debating if she was more afraid of missing out or Antha. Antha put Tessa in her car and told her not to move; before she could hunt Franco down she found him lumbering toward her.

        “What is wrong with you? She’s as high as a kite!” She confronted him, attempting to keep her voice low.

        “Really?” He replied with mild surprise. “Well I got yer friends here—y’all still welcome to come down if you want.” He handed her the messenger bag and continued casually, his hands in his pockets as if he couldn’t fathom why she was upset. She threw her bag in the back and slammed the door—praying that Doug’s Buick would be squealing into the parking lot right about now.

        “You’re trouble, you know that? My sister doesn’t need a redneck like you hanging around—so do us a favor and disappear like you always do.” She threatened him as he dryly pulled a cigarette from his other ear and lit it. What else you got behind those ears?

        “Well, I see.” He bent to look in on Tessa who was fighting the urge to laugh or cry, she wasn’t sure in her current state. “I guess I’ll be hitting the road then.” He ironically saluted and turned to his truck. Antha watched as he threw up his tailgate and fired up the engine. His friend and the girls clucking like teenagers in the back.

        Antha sighed and swung herself into the driver’s seat of her sister’s car, realizing she didn’t have the keys in her pocket. When she turned to Tessa to get them, she found an empty seat. To her horror she looked up ahead to see the familiar white hot-pants climbing into the passenger side of Franco’s monster-sized truck. She jumped from the car, prepared to block the way and be crushed rather than watch him drive away with her.

        Before she could take one step closer her ears filled with the shrieking of brakes slamming behind her. She hadn’t had time to turn before flashes of color and angry feet whizzed by her body. Someone shouldered her out of the way, knocking her to the ground. The air filled with the unmistakable sound of shattering glass. The girls were suddenly screaming and jumping from the truck bed as Antha held herself, recoiled on the ground and terrified.

        “What the fuck?” Franco bellowed as José took a baseball bat to his side mirror and his crew slashed the back tires. “Who is this guy?” He yelled, completely blindsided, not truly wanting the answer. The invading men knocked out the taillights as José threw open the door and yanked Franco from his seat.

        “Tessa!” Antha held herself, her shoulder throbbing. The men circled as Franco attempted to defend his case.

        “Dude, I don’t know you—are you her boyfriend? Look, I don’t know what the—” He tried to set a standard for the situation before it escalated further. When José’s fist met Franco’s mouth Antha turned from the riot, too afraid to look. The sound of knuckles crashing against teeth was enough visual for her.

        “Tessa!” She called again as she pulled herself up to get her sister. Tessa was called by the men too as if insisting she bear witness to their fury.

        The passenger door groaned open and all that could be seen was a blur of white as Tessa hopped out and bolted from the parking lot and into the corn fields. With a surge of adrenaline Antha found her feet rushing as fast as they could after her sister. The shoddy bar and its watered-down drinks fell away from her like dead weight as the fear set in that her sister was running into the great unknown without her full faculties.

        The broken corn stalks and uneven ground was all she could follow—the only evidence to lead her to her fleeing sibling. The men brawling sounded distant like a dream from another time; everything, the whole night, was forgotten as Antha called for her lost other-half. She took a sharp left, listening, unable to trust her eyes as everything seemed to be moving. The corn stalks swatted back viciously in their disturbance. The further in she ran the more they grew, reaching to the sky, disorienting her and stinging her arms and face—but not like the terror in her chest, her lungs burned with her efforts. She didn’t know how long she had been running.

        Then there was silence.

        Antha stopped for a moment, unsure where to go, the stalks holding fast like bodyguards, reminding her she didn’t belong there. You’re lost, she swore someone whispered to her. She turned to find no one. “TESSA?” She called. Complete silence. All of her hackles raised as the realization set in that she might end up on the six o’clock news and not be around to watch it. The breeze could barely pass through the crop. “Tessa?” She cried as she desperately looked for those white cut-offs that encased her precious sister.

        She slowly moved forward as the thought occurred to her that they might not be alone. Momma, please I’ll never do anything wrong again! Please help me find her—I swear I didn’t mean to lose her—I swear to you and to God I’ll donate more to the church, I’ll never say the f-word again! I swear— Antha’s internal prayer was cut off as the ground suddenly left her, or rather she left it. After spewing the words she swore she’d never say again, she found herself in a rut. She looked above her head to see the corn stalks leering down at her, as she pulled herself from knotted roots and mud.

        The ground had cut away and she could barely see in the dark the massive crater-sized drop. She looked about with nothing but a freckling of stars and clouded moonlight to her aid. She searched for a way up, but could find none. “Tess—” She began but her voice died in her throat as something moved a few feet off from where she stood. She approached carefully—it could be Tessa, it could be a rabbit, or the Boogey Man—perhaps all of the above. Even the Boogey Man wouldn’t be out in this Delaware heat, she thought to herself, her internal monologue attempting to keep her panic at bay.

        She continued further and swore she saw light through the foliage and dank terrain. Antha followed the specks of light, frightened of what she might find, but too scared to stay in place. She prepared her fists but lost her gumption as a whimper sounded. She thought it was herself at first, but then realized the brush was shuddering and crying. Cautiously she pulled back a branch and found the iconic hot-pants, dirtied and shivering. “Tessa!” She excitedly whispered and threw her arms around her sister.

        “Ant, is that you? I’m so lost—where are we?” She sniffed, dazed and confused.

        “I’m here! I’m here!” She kept whispering and pushing her braids back, inspecting her face and limbs. Tessa’s expression was alien; whatever she had taken was in full affect now. She vomited in the shrubbery next to her. When she was done emptying her stomach, Tessa turned to her sister petrified and pointed. Before Antha could turn she heard a smooth voice cut through the dark.

        “You seem to be lost.” The metal click of a shot gun being cocked and readied trumped all of the twin’s senses—that was until the cool tip of the barrel met the base of Antha’s skull.

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[jawabear]

Flowers (Javier Pena x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: Here is some soft Javi for you. I was inspired by a question on a game show, it was “how many florists would say that a woman should buy her man flowers” or something along those lines, and I though it would be cute to write something like that for Javi. Do you think a woman can buy her man flowers? I would 100% buy flowers for my man if I had one. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe :)

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warnings: fem!reader, Soft!Javi, departure, sad!Javi, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning 

Summary: Javi opens up about his secret love of flowers

Part 2

Javi sat at his desk, a lit cigarette smoking between his lips. He hadn’t breathed in a puff of smoke for god knows how long. He had become distracted. He had never been one for art or drawing but for some reason, he found him self sketching numerous drawings of flowers onto a scrap piece of paper. It made him feel calm, almost making him feel forgetful of everything going on.

He was taken back home to Laredo. Sitting in his back garden, watching his mother tend to her numerous flower beds. He was always amazed by the vast array of colours she had grown, like a constant rainbow right outside his bedroom window. Sometimes he would sit with her, she would explain to him each type and what makes them special. Of course, liking flowers was not seen as the most masculine thing to do, but he didn’t really care at the time. 

“Here are the files you asked for” Javi jumped when a voice floated through his office. He quickly grabbed the paper and held it under his desk. He looked up as saw it was (Y/N). A good friend of his. But, even so, maybe she wasn’t just a friend. Maybe he did feel something more for her. Not that he would ever admit that to her. He hasn’t even admitted it to himself.

She placed down the small stack of files on his desk “th-“ he cleared his throat and nodded “thanks” he said.

“What were you doing?” She asked him tilting her head cutely to the side. She leaned over his desk slightly to try and catch a glimpse of what he had been so desperate to hide.

“O-Oh, nothing” he shook his head.

“It can’t be nothing if you were so quick to hide it” she giggled making his heart flutter.

“Honestly, it’s nothing” he dismissed her words with his hands and threw the paper into the top draw of his desk before standing. He stubbed out his cigarette “want to get a drink?” He asked her.

“Uh, Yeah” she nodded with a gentle smile “sure”

“Great” he pulled his jacket off his chair and slipped it over his shoulders.

-

After a short stop at the bar, Javi decided that it would be nicer to take her to an over look ridge. It was something he had found in his first year or so down in Colombia, he was just driving and came across it by chance, it had a clear voice of the entire city, and was perfect for watching the sunset.

The sat on the surprisingly flat ground in front of his car, drinks in hand. She had complimented his choice of scenery, saying it was beautiful and calm. Looking over the city from where they were, it was hard to believe there was a horrendous drug war going on.

The conversation was here and there, mainly they were enjoying the view and each other’s company. He would occasionally look over to her, just to see the golden light of the setting sun shine over her beautiful face. She was glowing. Like an angel. He was going to miss her. He was going miss seeing her face, seeing her smile, seeing her eyes, hearing her voice. He had made a mistake in not bringing her to this overlook before. This was the first and last time.

“So now that we are really alone, what were you doing earlier?” She asked him pulling him out of his trance. He took a sip of his beer and placed it beside him.

“I was uh...” he paused for a moment, looking over to her, she was staring right back at him with those beautiful eyes “drawing...” he muttered.

“Drawing?” She asked softly, a small smile forming on her lips “you like to draw?”

“Not...not particularly. It’s just something I’ve started to do...as a way of stress relief I guess”

“What do you like to draw?” She asked as she twisted her body to face him.

“F-Flowers..”

“Flowers?” She repeated

“I know...pretty uh...”

“Adorable” She finished for him “Why flowers?”

“It was uh...when I was little, my mum used to have flowers. We would often sit and talk about them. I kind of forgot about it for the longest time. I guess just all this shit happening, I just wanted a sort of comfort. The flowers are really the only thing I have left of her...”

“What was her favourite flower?”

“She never really had one. She loved all of them. Or at least, all the ones she knew of. There was one though that she wished she could see. The Miltoniopsis vexillaria orchid. She loved orchids, but that was one she didn’t have. I’m surprised I even remember the name” he chuckled softly as he stared to the floor “They grow a lot in Colombia. Maybe that’s why I was so desperate to come down here. So I could find it. But I’ve never found one, to be honest I haven’t ever looked. I promised her I would find one for her, take it back and show her, but I never got round to it”

“There’s still time Javi” she told him gently “don’t give up yet”

“This job doesn’t allow for flower picking (Y/N)” he chuckled taking another sip of his beer, a longer sip. “God, that got fucking depressing. I’m sorry”

“No, don’t be” she shook her head to him “it’s...nice. To talk about things like that. And it’s nice to see a softer side of you” she smiled.

He looked over to her again and his heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He could’ve. He could’ve kiss her. They were close, so close and the moment was just right. No one was around, no one could stop him.

Except himself.

He cleared his throat and looked away from him. “What time do you leave tomorrow?” He asked her. He had to remind himself of the cruel reality that it would never work between them. She was only a temporary in Colombia. She was going back to the States, he would most likely never see her again. So why try and start a relationship? He could barely hold one when he was in the same place as someone, there was no way he would last in a long distance relationship.

Her smile fell when he asked that. She had almost forgotten about that. She was so wrapped up in being with him that she couldn’t think of anything else. Her heart shattered too. She got the impression that he didn’t want her around anymore. He was distancing himself from her, trying to get rid of her. “O-Oh, early” she said quietly “my flight is at 5am. They um...wanted me back early so I could restart as soon as possible over there”

“It’s going to be strange not having you around. It’s going to be a lot more boring without you”

“Tell me about it” she chuckled “It’s fun listening to you and Steve bicker all the time. Like an old married couple”

He managed a stiff laugh and shook his head finishing off the last little bit of his beer “it’s getting pretty late” he mumbled to her “you want me to drive you home?”

“In a second” she nodded turning to look over the city from where they were sat “I just want to...remember this” she sighed happily gesturing to the sunsetting over the city below them “it’s beautiful...” As the sun set, it filled the sky with the most beautiful shades of orange, red and pink, fading effortlessly into each other. It could’ve been a painting.

Javi’s eyes were on her as he nodded “Yeah...it is” he whispered.

The drive back to her apartment was peaceful. It was only a short drive, the final time he would ever make the journey. He did the gentlemanly thing and walked her too her door, partly because he wanted to draw out the time he spent with her, making it last for as long he could.

“Have a safe journey back, okay?” He said to her.

“Yeah” she nodded “I will. Thank you Javi. For everything. For just being there for me throughout my time here”

“Of course. Thank you for making my life a little more bearable” he laughed “I’m going to miss you”

“I’m going to miss you too, Javi” she stepped forward and threw her arms around his neck. He slipped his arms around her waist holding her close to him. One of his hands snaked it’s way up her back to press lightly against the back of her head. Her nose was buried in his neck, breathing in his scent for the last time. A distinct smell of whiskey, cigarette smoke and something should could only described as him.

After a few more moments she pulled back and smiled up at him. He shifted his weight between his feet for a second before thinking “fuck it” and leaning down to press his lips against hers. It wasn’t like he was going to see her against anyway, so if it didn’t work he wouldn’t have to worry. But he knew he would.

But he didn’t have to. She lifted his hands to rest on his cheeks, he could feel her smiling against his lips which made his heart flutter. A fire erupted in his belly at how good it felt. He had never felt like that when he ever kissed someone. And sadly, it would be the first and last time he ever felt it.

She slowly pulled away from him and flicker her eyes up to his. Her teeth ran over her bottom lip to savour the taste of his lips, he did the same and pulled his arms away from her as her hands dropped from his cheeks.

It was a mistake. Maybe? She didn’t seem hurt by it, and she had smiled. That had to be a good sign. But she was leaving! How could he have been so stupid to kiss her right before she left knowing he could never do it again?

“Idiot” he thought to himself.

“If-If you’re ever back in the states or back at the DEA HQ, feel free to...to do that again” she said quietly as she fiddled with her fingers.

He nodded slowly, not really believing the series of events that had happened and were happening. “I-I will” he said “I um...I should probably go. Let you get some rest”

“Y-Yeah” she nodded “Yeah. Right. Um...w-well. Goodbye Javi”

“Bye (Y/N)” he pulled her into another hug. This one tighter and longer than the last. Now he really didn’t want her to leave.

“Take care of yourself” she whispered to him “you’re a good man Javier, even if you choose not to believe it”

He didn’t trust his words so just gave her a tight squeeze before pulling away. They exchange another soft smile before they inevitably parted ways, maybe forever.

Javi sat in his car, his forehead resting on the steering wheel as he drew in deep and shaky breaths trying to stop himself from crying. No, he wouldn’t cry. He was stronger than that. But he couldn’t deny the sadness that was swelling within him. That wonderful fire being diminished by it. It seemed the moment had too soon past. He wished he had dwelled on it longer.

He lifted his head and looked out his window, up to her apartment just in time to see she had switched the lights off. She was going to sleep. And he thought he should too. Maybe she would appear to him in his dreams. That’s what he would have to live with for now.

-

The next morning, Javier didn’t feel that much better. If anything, he felt worse. She was gone. Most likely back in the states by the time he decided to pull himself out of bed and drag himself into work. But he wouldn’t enjoy it anymore. Not that he ever did. Without her there, what was the point of even trying to pretend to enjoy it? Sure, he had Steve, but in all fairness he hated the job just as much as Javi. (Y/N) was the one who kept them sane, kept things going, kept everyone happy, especially Javi. And now he had lost her.

Javi sighed as he stepped into his office. Another day of hell officially started. But he seemed to freeze when his eyes fell on his desk. There stood a tall flower. It was white and a light shade of lilac. It stood there in a pretty white pot.

He took cautious steps towards it, looking for a label or some kind of note to say who it was from, although, he already had an idea. He saw the tag that went with the flower, he read over the name and his heart fluttered Miltoniopsis vexillaria orchid it read in think black letters. He let out a sharp breath.

Javi slipped into his chair, admiring the flower from the new angle. He flipped over the label and saw her handwriting “it’s never too late” it read.

A smile crept up to his lips. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t care if anyone came in and saw. He was fucking happy. Happier then he had been in a very very long time.

Who says you can’t buy a man flowers? 

Masterlist

18/06/20

[lu-undy]

Chapter 38 - SBT

Here it is!

The melody of the piano resonated in the venue where silence had fallen to appreciate the music from the artist who Duchemin sold as "immensely talented." 

The mask hid the singer's emotions as his heart beat hard under his costume of the most famous of French kings; the one and only who ordered the construction of the palace of Versailles, the same one who wanted such a luxurious palace that it would be regarded as the greatest of all Europe, at least…!

Mundy was in the crowd, at the very front. He could jump in fast if needs be. Jump in and do what? God only knew, but he couldn't leave his friend alone. No, he needed to support him. 

Lucien got his lips and his mask closer to the microphone. 

"I would like to dedicate this song to my dearest of friends." 

Mundy felt someone nudge him with their elbow. He turned his head and realised Duchemin was standing next to him, a glass of champagne in his hand.

"Lucky you, hm, Mike? Having the favours of such a man."

"Y-yeah." Mundy knew the song wasn't meant for him at all. It was for Perle, no doubt.

Lucien started singing.

{To the reader, the song is "Bridge over troubled water" by Simon and Garfunkel.}

"When you're weary, feeling small

When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all

I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough

And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down"

Mundy's jaw dropped behind his mask. He went to put a hand on his mouth to hide it and bumped on the mask. 

"When you're down and out

When you're on the street

When evening falls so hard

I will comfort you

I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes

And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down"

Mundy was astounded. L didn't only look like Lulu, he didn't only sound like him when he spoke either, no… L was singing with the same intensity, with the same voice that could be as delicate as a whisper, and yet punch Mundy's guts to mush. That last note he kept singing and Mundy's pupils shrank as he started understanding…

It wasn't just the same accent, the same eyes, the same lips. It was the same voice, from that suave man, that elegant silhouette, that charming and alluring voice from another world that Mundy couldn't get out of his head. It was from one man only, and not two.

The chords on the piano grew louder as Lucien drummed his fingers on the keys. He was now completely in the song, absorbed by it. And he wasn't singing for his lady kitten, non, of course not. He was singing to that man who was worried to the bone for him. The same man who was willing to step in and play the saxophone in his stead, even though he surely hadn't touched one in years; that fool whose legs were threatening to give up, but who insisted to sacrifice his shyness for him. 

Lucien frowned under the mask as he measured the effort that Mundy was ready to do, just for him.

"Sail on silver girl

Sail on by

Your time has come to shine

All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine

Oh, if you need a friend"

The silver girl was obviously not Perle as Mundy thought it was, non. It was Lucien's voice itself. He wanted it to sail to Mundy, and he begged for forgiveness. He begged in tears under his mask. He knew that the act was over now, he knew Mundy had no doubt understood that L and Lulu were but one and the same…

He sang louder, crying, like the desperate man he was. Desperate for forgiveness, desperate for those sweet times where Mundy didn't know what game he was playing. Lucien sang, and he cried.

"I'm sailing right behind!

Like a bridge over troubled water!

I will ease your mind!

Like a bridge over troubled water!

I will ease your mind!"

Lucien held onto that last note, as long as he was singing it, the song wasn't finished and if it wasn't finished, then he still was in those times, before Mundy would confront him, before he would insult him and turn his back to him. 

"Gosh…" 

Mundy was paralysed among the crowd. He couldn't breathe but only squint and blink repeatedly as he didn't know who he was looking at. Was it L? Was it Lulu? Were they twins or something? No… No, the bastard had lied. All along. He had lied. He had played with Mundy like a puppet. An idiotic and blind puppet. 

The crowd applauded loudly but Mundy didn't hear anything else but a rumble.

"I know a lot of women who would give a lot, just for a night with him. Look at him! Such grace, such refinement! " 

Duchemin's voice was, as they say in French, the drop of water that made the vase overflow. It was that tiny thing that just made Mundy's insides flip. He clenched his jaw and turned on his heels. He needed air. Fresh air. A lot of it. 

"Excuse me." He mumbled as he headed for the gardens. 

"Oh, sure."

Mundy went out of the ballroom as fast as a gust of wind. He hurtled down the marble white stairs and went in the maze of hedges and bushes. He needed some time alone. He only stopped walking when he deemed himself deep enough in the gardens and far enough from anyone else. He found a stone bench and threw his mask on it before taking a seat. There was a fountain in front of him. The lapping sounds that the water made only got to his nerves more...

"Bastard." 

He said, more to himself than to anyone else. 

Lulu and L were one and only person, and that person had thought the best way to do things was to lie to him. Mundy hadn't lied about anything. He had been as honest as he could be, true to the bone. Why would he have lied, he was going to his death anyway, he was marching to it, making all and any sacrifice that he thought he was incapable of doing. 

He had gone out of his hiding. He had met again with Phil, Matt, and Maurice. He had dug the ground, got his cursed rifle again, pulled the trigger again. For him, for L. He had come out of his shell, talked to people, put himself out, in danger and he had always followed what the Frenchman had told him, blindly! He had absolutely no way of telling if L was to be trusted or not! So why did he trust him anyway?

Because he had lost as much as Mundy himself did. That's why. 

Mundy had lost his family and Lucien had too. That's why Mundy thought he could trust him because he could understand the pain of that loss. And he had burrowed himself in his own self for ten years too, which Mundy had started to think he was crazy for doing. But no, another human being had gone through that too and reacted the same way.

Wait. Hold on. Maybe that was a lie too? Maybe L had lied about everything? Where did the lie begin and where did it end? Was there ever something that wasn't a lie?

Mundy lowered his head and hid his face in his hands. 

Bloody hell…

And it had to happen now? In the middle of Duchemin's party? Where he needed to play that bastard's lover…? Nah, it could hardly be worse. 

"I apologise." 

Mundy's head jerked back up and he saw L sitting next to him on the bench.

"I sincerely did not mean to cause any harm, on the contrary. If you knew, you would understand that the less you know me, the safer it is for you." He calmly explained. 

"What else was a lie?" Mundy asked. "Was there any truth in anything that you said?" 

"Oui. A lot of it was true."

"A lot of it is a load of nonsense too, eh." 

"I am afraid so." 

Lucien took his cigarette case out and flipped it open. 

"You're lucky we're here or I'd have made a necklace outta your teeth." Mundy said. 

"And I deserve it. As soon as we are out of here, be my guest." Lucien answered. "Cigarette?" 

"No." 

"Hm." Lucien shrugged and lit one for himself. He shut the case and put it back in his pocket.

"What else is a lie?"

"I cannot answer this-"

"Yeah you bloody can but for some odd reason, you don't want to." 

"Not here, not now." 

"Was there anything that was true?" Mundy asked. "Any bloody thing?" 

"Oui." 

"How can I know you're tellin' the truth now?" 

"I'm afraid you will have to believe my words." 

"Your words are worth shit." 

"Sometimes, oui." 

"All of the time." 

"Non." 

"Yeah." Mundy sighed. "I… I trusted you. I believed you and I followed you. Guess that makes me an idiot." 

"Maybe. But look around you. You may be an idiot but your gut feeling was right and trusting me led you to meet with the man himself, Duchemin." 

"Still. You played with me. Why not tell me the truth?" 

"I already told you that I would answer you, but not here and now." Lucien answered. 

Mundy frowned. 

"So everything I told Lulu… Wait, even the letter?! You knew it was me who wrote it?!" 

Lucien nodded. 

"Bloody hell…" Mundy hid his face in his hands. "And even the conversations I had with him and all… Oh, bugger…" 

The Aussie realised that the Frenchman in fact knew much more than Mundy wanted to allow. 

"I do apologise sincerely. In fact, I knew you were true to your words and that did not prevent me from lying to you about a few things." 

"A few things? A few th-?! Gosh you're lucky I can't give you what you deserve here and now…" 

"I might, oui."

Lucien finished smoking his cigarette. 

"Let's go back, I guess Duchemin will be lookin' for us." Mundy said. 

"Non, I told him that this whole show got me tired and that we would be going back home." Lucien stood up. "Come, let us get to the car." 

Mundy stood up and dragged his feet behind Lucien all the way to the parking lot. He unlocked the car and they both slipped in before he started the engine. They soon found themselves racing through the dark, empty desert. 

Mundy was trying to remember all the things he had said to Lulu that he now regretted. And he felt ashamed, it was awful. 

"Stop the car." 

"Bushman, we are in the middle of now-"

"Stop. The bloody. Car." 

Lucien rolled his eyes and sighed. He parked the car on the side of the road and Mundy came out. The Frenchman wasn't understanding what was wrong with him.

"Bushman? Are you ill?" 

Mundy went in front of the car lights. He undid the ribbon in his hair and his long brown locks flew free. He then threw the waistcoat on the car bonnet. He removed his glasses and gently put them on top of it, next to the windshield.

"What are you doing?" Lucien asked as Mundy got closer to him. He took him by his collar and headbutted the Frenchman. 

"Aïe! Bushman! Do you want to do this here and now?! Really?!"

[Ouch!]

Mundy pushed him such that they were now in front of the car's lights. 

"I trusted you, you mongrel." 

A punch flew and connected with Lucien's jaw. 

"I told you whatever you wanted to know." 

Another punch on the other side. Blood was dripping from his lip. Lucien removed his gloves in a haste and put a hand below his lips. It was really blood.

"And you found nothing else to do but to lie to me!"

Lucien's head twisted under the blow and he spat some blood out. 

"Bushman-"

"Shut up! Shut! Up! I don't want to hear you! You keep your bloody mouth shut! That'll save you some lies - aargh!" 

That punch made Lucien fall to his knees and Mundy shook his aching fist. 

"Get up." He said. His voice was calm but the growl betrayed how much rage boiled inside him.

"Wait…" Lucien breathed heavily. 

"I said get up." Mundy repeated.

Lucien raised his hand to ask for a second of peace but Mundy wasn't having it. He took him by his collar again and pulled him up before pushing him on his car's bonnet. Lucien's back hit it with a thud, barely cushioned by Mundy's waistcoat that was resting there. 

The Aussie pushed him down against it as he hit the masked face again and again. He also gave him some in his stomach and Lucien spat out some blood in a gurgle, gasping for air. The plastic of the mask bent, cracked and broke, punch after punch, and Lucien could feel it lacerating his skin, when the angle of the punch was right. Or when it was wrong. 

"I told you everything, bloody hell! And I thought you got me! I thought you understood! I thought you could understand! I thought you felt the same! I thought you'd help me, bloody mongrel! I thought you too were goin' to kill that bloke! I thought you too wanted to see him pay! Why?! Because you said so and I believed you!" 

Mundy's shouts, like ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream, diffused in the desert and reached no other living soul but his. 

"I told you bloody everythin'! I listened to you! I followed you without questioning…!" 

Punch. 

"Any!"

Punch. 

"Bloody!"

Punch. 

"Thing!"

Mundy stopped for an instant and shook his fist. Looking at it, he realised it was covered with blood. He winced and took a look at Lucien's face. He pushed the bits of mask here and there. There was nothing to make out of the mess of a face he had. Entirely covered in blood and miraculously still breathing, albeit with his mouth wide open. His nose was destroyed and Lucien could feel his entire face stinging. 

"Bushman…" He coughed and spat some more blood away. "Please, stop… Let me tell you…"

Mundy pulled him by his collar, his long hair flowing after him. Lucien's body wasn't resisting at all. He was wincing under the pain and couldn't keep both his eyes open. 

"Was anything true?" Mundy asked with a voice as calm as he was out of his mind. 

"O-oui… Argh…" 

"What was true? And I swear if you lie to me, I'll kill you, cut you in pieces and bury all over our four counties, six feet under the desert's ground. Not even the vultures will find you." 

"Everything�� Everything I told you as Lulu… Everything was true…" 

Mundy tightened his grip on Lucien's collar and clenched his teeth. 

"Tell me exactly what was true and what was a lie or I swear your sheila won't find you tonight."

Lucien's eyelids completely fell on his eyes.

"Oi! I'm talkin' to you, you wanker!"

No answer. Lucien's body was as limp as it could be between Mundy's fists. 

"Oi!"

The only answer he received was from the infinite and empty desert. Silence. He let Lucien's body rest against the car's bonnet and bent to his mouth and nose. He was breathing with difficulty, but he was still breathing. Mundy had knocked him completely out. 

-- The next day -- 

"Huh…?" 

Lucien opened his eyes in a place he did not recognise. He blinked repeatedly and frowned. He turned his head and saw a green curtain. 

He remembered that curtain. He was at the Doctor's. 

"Mon Dieu…" 

He sat up. 

"Argh?!"

He slammed a hand on his stomach. It ached.

"Qu'est-ce que…?"

[What the…?]

He panted and screwed his eyes shut for the pain to pass. And he realised it wasn't just his stomach. His entire face was in pain. He put a hand on it and felt bandages. 

"Nnh…" 

He sat with his back against the wall. He looked at himself and realised he was wearing an old, washed out, red polo shirt and a brown pair of trousers. Both were one size too big for his slender silhouette.

"You're finally up?" 

Lucien's head twisted fast and he saw M lying on another bed next to his. He was dressed normally, well, not with his eighteenth century costume that is. Lucien looked around Mundy. He saw a book and he noticed the Aussie's shoes were at the bottom of the bed.

"What happened?" Lucien asked. 

"You don't remember?"

"Barely. I remember you beating me up. And then nothing."

"D'you at least remember why I beat you up, or do I need to do it again?"

Lucien growled. 

"You lay a finger on me and I'll-"

"You won't do anythin'...!" Mundy answered as he sat up. "You can't even sit straight, you mongrel. What are you gonna do? Stare at me through the bandage to death? Pfff… Your face is better wrapped up than a mummy's!"

Lucien winced out of pain. The Aussie was right. He wouldn't and couldn't do anything. 

"You hit harder than when we quarrelled at Maurice's." Lucien said.

"Yeah well, part of me wanted to kill you." 

"I am glad it wasn't the entirety of you." 

"It was close." Mundy said. 

"What held you back?" 

"I could ask you the same. I know you can fight. Why didn't you do anything?" 

"Because I deserved it." Lucien answered. He saw his cigarette case and his lighter on the small table next to his bed, and grabbed them. "Cigarette?" 

"Nah."

The Frenchman lit one for himself and started smoking. 

"And you didn't kill me because…?" 

"Because you still didn't tell me." Mundy answered. 

"Tell you what?" 

"What's true and what was a lie." 

"Ah." Lucien took a deep breath. His ribcage was sore somehow. 

"You said that everythin' you told me as Lulu was right." 

"Oui, it is." 

"What else is true?" Mundy asked. 

"Your sharpshooting skills are godly." 

"Yeah, I know that, thanks. I meant what else was a lie and what's the truth."

"Non, I mean it." 

Mundy turned his head to Lucien. 

"I don't need you to tell me I'm an excellent sniper, wanker!"

"I have served in the army, in France. I have seen war. I have seen slaughters and I have seen death. I also have seen sharpshooters, none of them with your skills however."

Mundy sighed. 

"What else is true." He repeated.

"Louis is my second name, my first one also starts with an L. I come from France indeed and everything I have told you about my past is true."

"Your fiancée and kid too?"

Lucien frowned under the bandages. 

"Oui. They… They are the reason Duchemin needs to die."

"Hm." Mundy was watching the Frenchman with great attention when the door to their room opened wide and fast. 

"Ah no! No smoking here!" 

The Doctor entered, snatched the cigarette off of Lucien's very lips and crushed it before tossing it in the bin. 

"Though that does mean that you have woken up… Anything is aching?" The beggar asked.

"A better question would be if anything is not." Lucien answered.

"You got a very decent and thorough beating." The Doctor answered. 

"How bad is my face?" Lucien asked and Mundy rolled up his eyes. 

"Don't worry, I didn't wipe out your mascara, princess…" 

Lucien gave him a black stare. 

"You were lucky as you didn't need any stitches. But healing will take a long time." The Doctor answered.

"How long?"

"At least a week." 

"Merde…" Lucien shook his head. "And how long will I stay on this hospital bed?"

"You could go back home today as far as I'm concerned."

"Ah, good."

"But you will need to change those bandages frequently."

"Fine."

"That gives us a week to set things straight." Mundy answered. "You got a lot of explainin' to do." 

The Doctor fished a box of pills out of his pocket. 

"Take two every six hours, preferably during your meals."

"Merci, Docteur."

[Thanks, Doctor.]

"Hm." He nodded and left the room. 

"So…" Mundy resumed. "What else did you lie about?"

Lucien tried to stand off of his bed but his ribcage and stomach hurt so much that he was bending his back forward and holding his ribs. He felt a hand on his shoulder and raised his head to see Mundy standing next to him.

"Where are you goin'?"

"I need a glass of water to take these pills." 

"Go back to bed." Mundy slipped on his boots and went out of the room. 

When he came back, he saw Lucien sitting on the bed, fiddling with the Aussie's hat. 

"Here," Mundy gave him some water. "And would it kill you to ask before taking my stuff?"

"Well presently, it might." Lucien answered. "But thank you." 

He took his pills and drank some water. After a few seconds, he nodded to Mundy and put the glass next to him. 

"There are things I did not tell you. They are not lies, but things you have misunderstood about me, or you have barely any idea about."

"Like your name?" 

"Oui, amongst other things."

"I don't mind if you don't give me your full name. A name is personal." Mundy answered. "And you said it yourself, it's the first gift your parents give you."

"Indeed."

Silence fell for a while. 

"Listen, M." Lucien started. "Everything I sang and everything I said as Lulu was true. There wasn't a single word of it that I did not mean. And now I regret it. I should not have told you so much about me." 

"Pff…" Mundy chuckled out of nervousness. "Me too, eh. If I'd known it was really you I wouldn't have said half the stuff I did." 

"I…" 

Lucien's hesitation made Mundy raise his eyes to him. The Frenchman was fiddling nervously with Mundy's hat. 

"What?" 

"I know you probably won't believe me but I sincerely apologise. The temptation was too big to lie, to have my own way with you, to feel I had everything in my control as opposed to life just making me eat dirt." Lucien explained. "But I want you to know that I am not proud of it and my intention deep down wasn't to play with you. Non. I just saw an opportunity to lead things the way that I saw fit and I seized it. Had it been anyone else, I would have done exactly the same. Except maybe for one thing…"

"What?" Mundy kicked his boots away and laid on the bed again.

"I wouldn't apologise." Lucien answered, raising his eyes off the worn-out, brown hat, to the Aussie. "I… I behaved like a simpleton and put my pride before the respect that I have grown to have for you."

"Hm."

"Do you accept my apologies?" 

"I don't know, Spook. I mean… We'll see." 

Lucien sighed and with a grunt, he got off his bed, grabbed his cigarette case and lighter, and went to his shoes. He tripped on the leg of the trousers that were too long for him and fell until two strong arms stopped his fall. 

"Oof-! You're heavier than you look…" Mundy helped him back up. 

"Thank you, M." 

"What are you doin'?" 

"I want to go back home." 

"Alright, I'll drive you back." Mundy answered as both got ready. 

"What did you do with my car?" Lucien asked. 

"Don't worry, I know a bloke who's gonna fix it."

"Fix it?" Lucien asked while trying to put on his jacket. Mundy came to help him. 

"Yeah, I beat you up on the bonnet and it got all dented."

"Ah…" Lucien nodded. "I see."

"Don't worry, I let Maurice know too. He knows that bloke, they'll know what to do with the car." 

"Merci." 

[Thanks.]

"De rien." Mundy answered with quite a thick accent.

[You're welcome.]

Lucien looked up at him and put the hat he had been holding on to on the tall Aussie's head. 

"Nah, you can keep it." Mundy took it from his head and dropped it on Lucien's. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah. Just makes it more bearable to look at your ugly mug now." He opened the door for the Frenchman. 

"My mug, as you say, is very comely."

"Shush, you look like a mummy and walk slower than one, c'mon, old man." Mundy took Lucien's arm and put it behind his shoulders. The Frenchman rested part of his weight on Mundy and both walked out. 

They went to the van. 

"Right, where's home?" Mundy asked. 

"The Grand Palace hotel."

"Seriously?"

"Oui, please."

"Christ, can you even get more posh than that…?"

"I think I set the bar quite high." Lucien answered and they exchanged a smile. 

"I'll drop you off at the entrance and then I'll go off."

"Non, please, come inside and please let me offer you a coffee, for your trouble."

"My trouble?"

"Oui, you have taken me to the Doctor's, lent me some of your clothes and you have come to see if I was woken up."

Mundy chuckled. 

"I didn't come and visit, I stayed there the entire time, you idiot."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped. 

"What?! The entire night?"

"Yeah. I didn't want you to die."

"Didn't you?" Lucien teased.

"Not yet." Mundy answered. "First, answers." 

"Ah, oui, I understand."

"And here we are, your majesty the mummy, your hotel." Mundy parked on the open parking lot. 

"Many thanks." Lucien undid his seat belt and turned to Mundy. "Please, I insist."

"What?"

"Come inside with me."

"Mate, it's nice of you but please, your sheila must have died worrying why you didn't come home last night. So go and see her."

"I want you to meet her."

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"What?!"

"I want you to meet Perle." Lucien repeated. 

"Mate-"

"I will not exit this van alone." The Frenchman crossed his arms over his chest and waited on the passenger's seat. 

Mundy sighed. 

"Right then… Let's go and meet your sheila…" 

"Merci." 

[Thanks]

They both exited the van and Mundy helped Lucien walk in the hotel.

[sadlysinn]

Gin Joints (aka Taking Song Lyrics Too Literally)

Ship: Petekey (with mention of Freard)

Word Count: 1671

Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking, mention of drugs

Notes: Teenagery Petekey (mostly) Fluff

Summary: A nice date night to the junkyard hangout where hilarity ensues. Gerard may be the most well known of the Junkyard Teens, but Pete definitely prefers Mikey.

The maybe abandoned junkyard had become a popular spot for the small group of punk teens that cut a hole in the fence. If anyone worked there, they probably would have noticed the excess of cigarette butts and cheap bottles of alcohol (some empty, some not) marking the entrance and strewn about the makeshift paths that led to wherever you needed them to go. This place had been the scene of more than a few parties and impromptu concerts along with fights and surprisingly secluded date nights. 

Gerard was a kind of icon in the group. He knew it as much as anyone else and whatever he said, went. Only once had someone went against his word and that was why he was holding the fence back for Frank. He led Frank by the waist to the collection of post crashed cars, just starting to feel the pills they took before going to the junkyard. They sat on the hood of a car that had probably been cherished by someone until the entire back half had been removed in something that Frank would most definitely qualify as "rad." They smoked cigarettes and watched the sun go down, then made out and counted the stars and planets and whatever celestial bodies they could see. "Hey, Frank?" He mumbled through the pills and thick night air. "You're cute."

"That's pretty gay."

And of course, as Mikey recollected the story from the week before that his brother had confided in him like juicy gossip at a sleepover, Pete was already planning an outing. He didn't tell Mikey his plan until they were out of the door and in Pete's car, and for good reason. Mikey objected almost as soon as Pete finished telling him. "What if someone's there?" He bit his lip, only taking brief glances at Pete.

"What are they going to do, beat you up?" Pete cocked an eyebrow in Mikey's direction, almost carelessly looking away from the road. "No. They won't. Because they know your brother will kick their ass or at least send somebody to do it for him."

"But..." Mikey sifted through many bleak outlooks for another answer. "What if Gerard is there? Or somebody that works there?" The fidgeting had progressed from lip biting to shifting in the seat every couple of seconds.

"Nobody works there, Mikes. It's been closed since forever pretty much. As for Gerard? He'd never lay a hand on you." Pete placed a hand on Mikey's thigh, just gently enough to comfort him and just high enough to make him blush. Pete noticed his mouth move to open and stopped the thought before he could say it. "He won't hurt me either because that would upset you and he just has a policy against hurting and/or upsetting his brother. I mean, I don't blame him, I wouldn't want to be in the same house with someone I pissed off."

Mikey nodded. He was beginning to have a hard time finding more reasons to be scared because Pete seemed to be made of rational answers to his problems, which took the edge off quite nicely. He let himself look around and nearly calmed down. They were almost there. Either something would happen or it wouldn't, and there was nothing Mikey or anyone else could do about it.

They got to and in the junkyard with no problems, as Pete had said they would. Pete had parked the car at the back of the fence near the entrance, but not near enough to break bottles and get a flat tire. Pete grabbed a couple bottles from his trunk (gin, cheap beer, and a bottle of the less-than-alcoholic root beer) and put them in his bag along with a slightly tattered picnic blanket.

"Now if I'm not mistaken," Pete started as he hefted the messenger bag over his shoulder and held open the fence, "There's this one place I found this one time that could be pretty cool." He glanced at Mikey, noticing the unease creeping back into him and reached back to grab his hand. Pete laced their fingers together. "It's fine. It's nice. Nothing bad is going to happen. I promise."

"Pete..." Mikey said hesitantly, "Don't make-..."

"I promise." He reaffirmed Mikey, squeezing his hand gently.

Sooner rather than later they were at this spot. A wall of refrigerators stacked heftily to one side. Scrap metal stood precariously in piles nearby. In the middle, there was a wide open space, a large pentagram etched into the dirt. Mikey raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What? It's for protection."

Pete's complete and utter seriousness at the statement caused Mikey to crack a small smile. "Shut up. That's the only protection you're going to need." Pete pouted a little for show and Mikey shook his head, the smile still there.

Once they were settled on the ground with the blanket sprawled open, Pete cracked open a root beer and handed it off to Mikey before opening his own bottle of beer. "I don't see why you like that shit." Mikey made a face and continued, "It’s like... a bread beverage."

"I love that that is your concern. Not that it's illegal. That it's bread in a different state of matter."

"Fuck off. Just because I'm quiet doesn't make me some goody-two-shoes or whatever." Pete smirked a little as if to challenge Mikey. "I'm not! I've done things. I hang out here." He realised that it didn't sound like he had "done things" but he couldn't think of anything particularly badass that he had done off the top of his head.

Pete chuckled a little and they sat in silence, continuing to drink as Mikey desperately searched his memory for something that was worth telling, something that Pete might have heard about.

"Hey! Yeah. I got in that fight. Like a month ago. With the big guy." Mikey puffed out his chest and brought his arms down like Macho Man Randy Savage, mimicking "the big guy," who was broad shouldered, thicker than a Snicker, and about 6' 4." Mikey was almost sure Pete had heard about that happening, but was slightly hoping that whoever had told him had spared Pete the gory details of what went down.

Of course, they hadn't. "Right, right. I remember. The fight where he got so drunk he could barely stand, took a swing at you because he thought you were flirting with his girlfriend, and missed you so badly that he tripped over his own feet and broke his nose." Mikey's, now flush, face deepened with each detail Pete mentioned, but he attempted to save face.

"Yeah. I broke his nose."

Pete threw his head back and laughed. He put one hand back on the blanket beside him and held his beer steady in the air with the other. "Oh god. Mikey..." He tried to talk between fits of laughter. "Mikey. You are... You're the funniest person I've ever met."  He caught his breath and put an arm around Mikey.

"That's sad then. I am definitely not the funniest person I've ever met. By a long shot." He rested his head on Pete's shoulder, finishing off his first bottle of the root beer. "Can I have another?" He discarded the bottle and took a new one from Pete after it was open.

The boys drank and cracked jokes between each other. They got closer by the minute. At four beers in, Pete leaned in towards Mikey, who graced him only with a quick peck. "Not with the bread juice." Pete pouted and Mikey laced his arm around him. "Don't pout about it." Mikey nestled his face into the crook of Pete's neck.

A little bit later and Pete had finished off another bottle, reaching into the messenger bag once more. He pulled out the Captain Morgan and twisted off the cap. He offered it to Mikey. "Youth before beauty." Mikey rolled his eyes, but Pete had a goofy smile on his face. Nevertheless, Mikey took the bottle and swallowed some of the rum, making a face and shaking his head slightly.

He handed it back to Pete and the pair got through half the bottle in the next half an hour. With Mikey's inhibitions lowered and Pete's moderately the same as they usually were, within minutes Pete was on his knees straddling Mikey's lap. Mikey's hands rested lightly on Pete's lower back, their lips locked.

Pete hungrily kissed Mikey. His hands traveled from the back of Mikey's neck into his hair, lacing his fingers into the greasy mop. Mikey, knowing vaguely where this was going, moved a hand to Pete's chest, not yet pushing him back though. When Pete's grip on Mikey's hair got tighter, Mikey let out a small noise of warning.

Pete backed off, detaching himself from Mikey. "What?" He kissed his shoulder to the base of his neck.

"Pete, I know what you're doing," Mikey said, just sober enough to have cohesive thoughts on the matter, "You're going to bite me again and it's going to leave a big mark and then I'll have to wear a coat in the middle of summer." Mikey frowned in a sort of childish way, Pete chuckling a little.

Once again Pete kissed the base of Mikey's neck, nosing under his chin. "I didn't hear you complaining last time." Mikey felt Pete's smirk against his skin and brought his bottom lip between his teeth. "But... If you really don't want me to." Pete backed off, leaning back on his hands and looked Mikey over. "Fuck, you're hot."

The drunken red of Mikey's nose shifted towards his cheeks and he smiled a little, bashfully. "No, you." Pete smiled too and glanced at the ground.

"I'm really glad I met you."

"I'm glad I met you, too. Even though you're an idiot."

The stars lit up in the sky and the full moon sent a gentle glow over Pete and Mikey. They stayed under the dark sky until the sun rose above the horizon again.