#frenchie is just so!!!! :picks him up and squeezes him:

[bougiebutchbinch]

God, Ouizzy is just so fucking DELICIOUS.

Frenchie is the captain, Izzy his loyal second. The two of them, over the year that follows S2, develop a far, far healthier relationship than Ed and Izzy ever managed.

Frenchie isn't the Best Captain Ever - he's still soft about the gills, and though he's... intimately familiar with the horrors of the world, with a past he likes to keep locked up in that box in his mind where all the Bad Things go, he never particularly wanted to be a pirate. He cares more about his crew than obtaining massive wealth or leaving a fearsome legacy.

Izzy is so fucking okay with that, after everything.

Sure, Frenchie is a soft touch (in comparison to Ed 'kill all pets' Teach in the pre-Bonnet era). But he also respects Izzy's opinion and is learning that sometimes, it is important to enforce orders when you live aboard a vessel whose upkeep is all that stands between you and a watery grave. He uses Izzy as an enforcer and Bad Cop when necessary (as Izzy very much likes to be used), and is intelligent enough to figure out that Izzy is a major fucking asset so long as you don't make him be literally the only one aboard doing everyone else's job, or constantly make him fear for his crew's life.

As for how he feels about him... Well, Frenchie's still shaky on that.

Like. There was that time in the Kraken era, when Izzy was feverish and dying of leg-rot and smelled really fucking gross. One day Frenchie came down to bring him water and Izzy was... crying.

He tried to cover it up, putting on his usual tough act, telling Frenchie to fuck off. But after everything he did for the crew, Frenchie couldn't not comfort him. So he crawled onto the bed behind him and just... hugged him. For ages. Until Izzy's stiff body slowly melted into pliancy, conforming to the curve of Frenchie's arms.

They lay like that half the night, one of them sweating and rotting from the inside, the other spooned up behind him like he could suck the fever-heat out of his broken, shaky little body.

Izzy was out of it, by the end of the night. Totally out of it. Frenchie can't think why else he'd rolled in his embrace and given him a sleepy, sour kiss, that felt far too much like a goodbye.

Only... Izzy lived. He's Frenchie's trusted subordinate now, the two of them running their own ship, hunting down Ricky as part of Zheng's new fleet. And that kiss stretches between them, every hour of every day, an invisible, unspoken thread.

it meant nothing. Frenchie's sure it meant nothing. Izzy was dying! Practically hallucinating! Hell, it was probably intended for Ed.

But Frenchie can't stop thinking about it. Izzy doesn't particularly like physical contact, but Frenchie is THE person on the crew who he's most comfortable with, tactilely speaking. He lets Frenchie grab his hand or sling an arm around his shoulders or rest his head on his lap whenever he wants. And he's kinda cute in a grumpy old-man sorta way. And Frenchie maybe wants to kiss him again -

But he fucking knows Izzy's still reeling from everything that happened with The Kraken, even if, like Frenchie, Izzy refuses to confront half of it. He's uncomfortably aware of their power dynamic, and Izzy's rather disturbing (i.e., kinky but entirely unexplored) relationship with authority. The last thing he wants is to push in where he's not wanted - or, worse, become a bandage slapped over a poorly healed wound.

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Though Izzy was slightly sceptical of Frenchie's abilities at first, he threw himself wholeheartedly behind his captaincy for multiple reasons. Firstly... Izzy had his stint at captain. Izzy knows he doesn't particularly, uh, suit that role. He got mutinied on faster than even Jack's record (fucking embarrassing; Izzy's glad he's dead, if only because he'd never live that down).

Secondly... Well, this lackadaisical, supersititious musician kid seemed like just another of Bonnet's frails at first - but during the Kraken Era, he came into his own. He was fucked up by Ed, badly, like all of them were. But though it left him with a big fucking locked box that he refuses to talk about with anyone, it showed Frenchie that he could step up to the task, and use his skillset of trickery and guile to protect those he cares about (like, pretending he killed Izzy to keep him safe from Ed).

Now, Izzy's pretty damn sure Frenchie can walk the necessary line between Bonnet's softness and the hardship required of pirates. And, better yet, he thinks Frenchie might know it too. And he wants to be right there at Frenchie's side, protecting him, every step of the way.

Plus, y'know. There's that whole thing where Frenchie (who, for as long as Izzy knew him, looked out for number one) carried him into the hidden space within the ships' walls and tended to him against Blackbeard's orders. Risking his life for Izzy's worthless one, which was (so they all presumed at the time) pretty much over anyway.

And suuuuuure, Izzy was delirious. But, uh. He was also really fucking impressed. In that moment, Frenchie went in his mind from being another 'crewmate Izzy had to protect' to a 'crewmate who is protecting him; who thinks of Izzy as an equal, worthy of kindness and compassion'. Hell, Izzy may have had emotions about it, as they lay tangled on Izzy's damp sickbed, awaiting his death. He has distinct memories of a kiss.

But that's all in the past. They left Stede and Ed in their inn and sailed away to start a better life with the rest of the crew - a fresh break, a clean start. Izzy doesn't want to know if The Kiss actually happened, or if it was just a fever dream (HAHAHAHAA IT'S EATING HIM UP INSIDE). But he's sure as hell NOT gonna ask.

Look what happened the last time he fell in love with his Captain, after all.

Anyway: they are THEE recipe for traumatised mutual pining <3

[lila-lou]

✨His second exception - Pt. 18/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff

Word Count: 5986

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 18 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙

Just as you began to catch your breath, your phone rang, the sudden sound startling you from the intimate cocoon you and Ben had created. Ben didn’t stop; his lips continued their lazy path from the back of your neck down to your shoulders, his body still pressed close, and you could feel the heat of him still inside you, warm and steady.

With a soft groan, you reached over to grab your phone from the bedside table, the screen flashing with Annie’s name. The realization hit you immediately: today was the day the three of you had planned to go shopping for the baby.

Ben chuckled against your skin, his lips trailing soft kisses as he whispered, “Better not answer it”.

With a breathy laugh, you swiped the screen and held the phone to your ear, trying to sound as composed as possible despite the situation. “H-Hey, Annie”.

“Hey!”, Annie’s voice was cheerful on the other end. “Kimiko and I are outside your house. Ready for our baby shopping spree?”.

You froze for a moment. You’d completely forgotten about the plan, too wrapped up in the peaceful morning with Ben. He, sensing your reaction, gave you a teasing squeeze around your waist, clearly enjoying your predicament.

“Oh—right, uh… I’ll be down in just a minute”, you said, trying to keep your voice steady, even as Ben’s lips continued to work their way along your skin, making it difficult to focus.

Annie’s voice came back on the other end of the line, still cheerful. “No rush! We’re just—”. Before she could even finish her sentence, you heard a slight commotion, and her tone shifted to something more amused. “Well, Kimiko’s already inside. Guess she’s eager to get going”.

You barely had a moment to react before Ben’s ears picked up the unmistakable sound of Kimiko moving downstairs in your living room. His whole body tensed slightly, his lips still pressed against your shoulder, but now with a bit more urgency. He growled low, the vibration rumbling through your skin. “Of course, she’d just walk in… just like that damn French fuck”, he muttered, clearly referring to Frenchie and the way Kimiko always mirrored his free-spirited disregard for boundaries.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his grumbling, finding his irritation amusing as you pictured Kimiko strolling in like she owned the place. “She’s just excited”, you whispered back, trying to soothe him as you felt his grip around your waist tighten possessively for a moment.

Ben, still not fully willing to let you go, pressed a final, lingering kiss to the nape of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “You’d better get down there”, he muttered, though his body language said otherwise—he clearly didn’t want you to leave. “Before she fucking comes upstairs next”.

You chuckled softly, Ben’s playful bite on your shoulder making you smile as you felt the warmth of his affection. He rolled onto his back, still half-hard, completely unconcerned. Just as you were about to slip out of bed, the door creaked open, and there stood Kimiko, her expression calm as usual, but her eyes widening slightly at the sight before her.

Instinctively, you pulled the blanket up over yourself, cheeks flushing as you tried to cover your bare skin, though the surprise and amusement of the moment made it hard to feel too embarrassed. Ben, however, didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. He stayed sprawled out on the bed, making no effort to cover himself, his carefree attitude on full display.

Kimiko’s gaze flickered between the two of you before she raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching as though she was fighting a smirk. She didn’t seem particularly bothered, just mildly entertained by the whole situation.

Then she tilted her head slightly to the left, her gaze slipping downward as her eyes took in the sight of Ben’s half-hard state. Her eyebrow raised again in silent acknowledgment, and then she looked back at you with an amused glint in her eyes. She signed quickly, her fingers moving with a mischievous grace that you couldn’t quite follow.

Ben, watching her reaction with a smirk, let out a low chuckle. “Guess she’s figured out why you put up with me”, he said, his voice laced with teasing humor.

You shot Kimiko a questioning look, clearly unable to read her sign language. “What did she say?”.

Ben, still grinning, glanced at you as he stood up from the bed, completely unbothered by the situation. “She says she gets it now—why you put up with my attitude”, he explained, his tone still thick with amusement.

Just as you processed Ben’s teasing remark and the playful exchange with Kimiko, the door creaked open again, and Annie stepped inside, her cheerful expression freezing for a split second as she took in the scene. Her eyes flicked from you, sitting on the bed with flushed cheeks and a blanket barely covering you, to Ben—completely naked, standing confidently in the middle of the room, his half-hard state unmistakably on display.

There was a brief, stunned silence as Annie’s eyes widened slightly before she quickly averted her gaze, her face turning a deep shade of red. “Oh my- ”, she blurted, half-laughing, half-mortified, covering her mouth in surprise.

Kimiko, still standing in the doorway, couldn’t help but grin even wider, clearly finding the whole situation hilarious. She looked between Annie and you, then back to Ben, still cool as ever, standing unbothered.

Ben’s grin widened as he basked in the attention, clearly enjoying the situation far more than he should. His eyes flickered between Annie’s red face and Kimiko’s amused smirk, and he chuckled, clearly unbothered by the fact that he was standing stark naked in front of both women. If anything, it seemed like he was reveling in the moment, still adjusting to the more domestic life he was living these days.

You, however, were nowhere near as comfortable. “Ben!”, you hissed, throwing his boxers at him, your face burning with embarrassment. He caught them effortlessly but made no move to put them on right away, instead letting them dangle from his hand as if contemplating whether or not he should actually cover up.

With a sigh, you gave him a stern look, but he simply grinned back, unashamed. “You’re gonna make me ruin all the fun, huh?”, he teased, finally slipping on the boxers with a slow, deliberate motion that made it clear he was still enjoying himself far too much.

Annie let out a nervous laugh, covering her face with her hands. “I did not need to see that this morning”, she mumbled, trying to compose herself but failing miserably. “I mean, I knew you two were… but… not like this!”. She was still avoiding looking in Ben’s direction, her cheeks still flushed bright red.

Kimiko, on the other hand, was still silently giggling, clearly entertained by the whole spectacle. She signed something quickly to Annie, her grin never fading. Annie, who had finally calmed down enough to translate, sighed and said, “She says, ‘Not bad’”.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning as you muttered, “Kimiko!”. But despite the embarrassment, you couldn’t help but laugh too. It was just too ridiculous to be upset.

Ben’s grin only widened as he caught Kimiko’s teasing remark through Annie’s translation. His eyes gleamed mischievously as he stepped closer to you, his voice low and playful. “Well, I can’t argue with her”, he said, the amusement clear in his tone. “I mean, you’re certainly enjoying me, aren’t you?”.

You shot him a warning look, but it didn’t faze him in the slightest. If anything, it only fueled his teasing. He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “I seem to remember you not complaining about any of this earlier”.

Your cheeks flushed again, a mix of embarrassment and affection swirling inside you as you swatted at him, pushing him away gently. “Ben!”, you hissed again, your voice a mix of laughter and exasperation. You could feel both Annie and Kimiko watching the exchange with knowing smiles, clearly entertained by Ben’s boldness.

You felt your cheeks burning as Ben’s teasing words hung in the air, and the playful looks from both Annie and Kimiko didn’t help. You cleared your throat, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. “I’m gonna take a shower”, you mumbled, your voice still carrying a hint of flustered embarrassment. “I’ll be quick”.

Ben gave you a knowing grin. Meanwhile, Annie and Kimiko were barely holding back their smirks, thoroughly amused by the entire situation. You glanced over at them and made a quick gesture, signaling them to head downstairs. “Just… wait for me downstairs, okay?”, you said, your voice still a little shaky from the awkwardness of the moment.

Annie chuckled softly, nodding as she turned to leave, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Take your time”, she teased lightly, giving you a playful wink before heading toward the door. Kimiko followed, still grinning and signing something to Annie as they both made their way out, leaving you with a small sense of relief.

Once the door closed behind them, you sighed heavily, finally letting out the laughter that had been bubbling up inside you. Ben, of course, was still standing nearby, watching you with a smug grin on his face. “I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed”, he said, his voice light with amusement.

You pulled your robe over your shoulders, chuckling softly but with a hint of exasperation still lingering. “They were practically eyeing your best piece down there like they were going to jump you any second”, you muttered, half annoyed, half amused as you tied the belt of your robe.

Ben’s grin widened, his eyes glinting mischievously as he stepped closer, not one to miss an opportunity to tease you further. “Well, can’t say I blame them”, he said, his voice low and cheeky as he reached out to pull you close by your waist.

“You know”, he started, his tone playful and teasing, “I’ve made quite a few women very fucking happy back in the days. They couldn’t get enough. The way they’d look at me, like they couldn’t believe their luck—”.

You cut him off before he could get any further, placing a hand over his mouth and glaring up at him, though you couldn’t completely hide the amused smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t even finish that sentence”, you warned, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t need to hear your stories about all the women who came before me”.

Ben chuckled against your hand, his eyes gleaming with laughter as he removed your hand from his mouth. “Jealous, are we?”, he teased.

You crossed your arms, your lips pursed in mock frustration as you grumbled, “You know you’ve been my first and only… but here you are, talking about dozens of women like it’s some badge of honor.”

Ben’s grin widened as he leaned against the edge of the bed, clearly reveling in your reaction. “Dozens, huh?”, he mused, his tone full of teasing. “Sweetheart, I stopped counting after 300, and that’s me being real”.

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as you stared at him. “Three hundred?!”, you exclaimed, half horrified, half amused. “Please tell me you’re joking”.

He shook his head, his grin only growing wider. “Nope, I’m dead serious”, he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Had a pretty wild run back in the day. And, well, they just kept lining up”.

You couldn’t help but groan, half out of disbelief, half out of playful annoyance. “Three hundred?”, you muttered under your breath.

Ben’s grin stretched even wider as he watched your reaction, clearly enjoying every second of your playful frustration. “Three hundred”, he repeated with a casual shrug, as if it were no big deal. “And that’s just the ones I remember”.

You groaned, shaking your head, both annoyed and amused by his blatant teasing. “How is that even possible?”, you muttered. “I mean, really? Three hundred?”.

Ben leaned in closer, his voice low and full of mischief. “What can I say? It’s a gift”, he said, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “I’ve always had a certain… charm”. He winked at you, clearly enjoying your exasperation.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to let him get to you. “Yeah, well, it must’ve been exhausting keeping track of all those names”.

Ben chuckled, leaning back against the bedpost with that cocky smirk still on his face. “Oh, sweetheart, I didn’t need to remember their names. They remembered mine”.

You playfully shoved him, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re so full of yourself", you said, but the smile on your face betrayed the fact that you were still slightly more amused than annoyed.

Ben raised an eyebrow, still not done with his teasing. “So you are jealous?”.

“Of three hundred women?”, you replied, folding your arms over your chest with a smirk. “Please. If anything, I feel bad for them. They didn’t get what I’ve got”.

His eyes softened a bit at that, the playful teasing giving way to something more genuine. “True”, he said softly, pulling you closer again. “You’re the only one who’s ever really had me”.

You smiled, the banter fading as the warmth between you two settled. “I’ll take that”, you murmured, resting your head on his chest.

Ben kissed the top of your head, his teasing tone finally dropping as he held you. “Lucky you, huh?”.

“Lucky me”, you echoed, feeling the comfort of his embrace as the playfulness of the moment melted into something more tender.

Ben chuckled, his arms still wrapped around you as he gave you a final squeeze. “Alright, enough fucking stalling”, he teased, brushing his lips against your temple. “Go take that shower. I’ll keep an eye on your horny friends downstairs”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you pulled away from him. “Yeah, good luck with that”, you said and heading toward the bathroom. “But don’t let them corrupt you too much”.

Ben winked as he turned to leave. “I think I’ll manage. But if they get too handsy, I might just let them fight it out”.

You shot him a playful glare before stepping into the bathroom, closing the door behind you with a soft smile on your lips. As the warm water washed over you, you couldn’t help but think about the ridiculousness of the morning—and yet, it was these moments that made everything with Ben feel so right. Despite the teasing and chaos, there was always that underlying warmth and connection that made your life with him feel like home.

As you stepped down the stairs, the sound of lighthearted conversation and laughter filled the air. It wasn’t often that Ben was this relaxed and in such a good mood, especially around others, so you let him enjoy himself. Even if it meant enduring a little teasing about his manhood, you didn’t mind—today was one of those rare days when he genuinely seemed to be having fun.

You wore a tight grey long-sleeved dress, and your baby bump was more pronounced than ever, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside you. The dress hugged your curves, and you could feel the warmth of the room’s attention shift as you entered. Annie’s eyes lit up when she saw you.

Ben was sitting casually on the couch, mid-sentence, but as soon as he saw you, his words trailed off. His eyes softened, lingering on your bump and then drifting up to meet your gaze. There was something in the way he looked at you—pride, affection, and a little mischief still dancing behind those eyes.

“Well, look at that”, he drawled, a playful grin forming on his lips as he stood up. “If it isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen all day”.

Annie grinned, nudging Kimiko with her elbow as they exchanged amused glances.

You felt a warm blush creep up your cheeks, not quite used to Ben being so openly affectionate in front of others. His usual teasing and gruff demeanor made moments like these stand out even more. You smiled shyly, catching Annie and Kimiko exchanging knowing glances, clearly enjoying the rare display of sweetness from him.

“Ben, stop”, you mumbled, though your smile betrayed how much you loved hearing him say things like that. “You’re going to make them think you’ve gone soft”.

Ben chuckled, his grin widening as he stepped closer to you, placing a hand on your bump with a possessive yet gentle touch. "Don´t fucking care”, he murmured, his voice low but affectionate as he held you close.

Annie covered her mouth, pretending to swoon, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Okay, this is getting dangerously sweet”, she teased. “I never thought I’d see the day Ben was this… adorable”.

Kimiko signed something quickly, her expression amused but fond. Annie translated with a grin. “She says Ben’s acting like a completely different person. She’s impressed… and slightly terrified”.

You laughed, feeling both touched and a little flustered by the attention. “Yeah, well, don’t get too used to it”, you teased, glancing at Ben. “He has his moments, but they usually don’t last long”.

Ben shot you a playful smirk. “You love it, and you know it”.

You playfully rolled your eyes, but the truth was, you did love it. Moments like this—where Ben let down his guard and showed his softer side—meant the world to you. They were a reminder of just how much he cared, even if he didn’t always show it in the traditional way.

Annie and Kimiko exchanged more playful glances, clearly enjoying this side of Ben. “Well”, Annie said, standing up and grabbing her bag, “since Ben’s being all charming and sweet, we should probably take advantage and let his credit card spoil you a bit more. How about we get going before this mood disappears?”.

You chuckled, nodding as you adjusted your dress. “Yeah, let’s go before he reverts back to his grumpy self”.

Ben gave a mock scowl but couldn’t hide the affection in his eyes. “Hey, I’m always charming”, he said, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. “But fine, go have your shopping trip. Just don’t forget who you’re coming home to".

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “I won’t”.

As you turned to head out the door with Annie and Kimiko, Ben reached out and gently grabbed your hand, pulling you back into his arms before you could take another step. His movements were soft but firm, and before you could react, he was leaning down, his lips brushing lightly against yours in a kiss that was as tender as it was unexpected.

You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, feeling the warmth of his affection wash over you. It was a far cry from his usual teasing or gruff demeanor, and it made your heart flutter a little. You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his, full of amusement. “What’s gotten into you?”, you teased softly, resting your hands on his chest.

Ben’s grin returned, though it was softer now, a mix of pride and affection in his gaze as he looked down at you. “Just making sure you don’t forget about me while you’re out there”, he murmured, his voice low and playful. “Can’t have you distracted by all those baby clothes without thinking about me”.

You laughed, shaking your head as you glanced over at Annie and Kimiko, who were watching the two of you with raised eyebrows and knowing smiles. “I think you’re safe”, you said with a smile, leaning in to kiss him once more, this time quick and playful. “But if you keep this up, I’ll never make it out the door”.

Ben chuckled, releasing you slowly but keeping his hands on your waist for a moment longer.

“Have fun”, Ben grinned, his lips brushing yours for one last, lingering kiss before he let you go, his hands sliding slowly from your waist. There was a softness in his gaze, a rare tenderness that made your heart flutter again. He gave you a final playful wink, adding, “But don’t buy useless shit".

You smiled, feeling that familiar warmth in your chest. “I’ll try my best”, you replied, stepping back with a playful smile, your eyes twinkling with affection.

As you turned to finally leave, Annie and Kimiko were already waiting just outside, both wearing matching expressions of amusement.

“You two are adorable, you know that?”, Annie teased, nudging Kimiko, who nodded with a knowing grin.

“Let’s get going before he changes his mind and starts teasing me again”, you chuckled.

Kimiko signed something quickly, and Annie laughed as she translated. “She says Ben’s already acting like a husband—protective and clingy”.

You laughed softly, glancing back at Ben one last time. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching the three of you with that familiar cocky grin still on his face. Even from a distance, you could feel the affection in his gaze.

“See you later”, he called out, his voice light and playful.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll bring you back something nice”, you replied with a smirk, turning your attention back to the girls.

As the three of you finally set off for your shopping trip, you felt lighter than ever, surrounded by laughter and friendship, knowing that when you came back, Ben would be waiting.

As the car pulled away from the house, you settled into the backseat, the engine’s hum providing a comforting background as the conversation between you, Annie, and Kimiko picked up again. Annie glanced at you through the rearview mirror, grinning as if she couldn’t hold back her thoughts any longer.

“I still can’t believe it”, Annie mumbled, shaking her head in disbelief. “Big, bad Soldier Boy, acting all sweet and soft. I mean, seriously… What happened to the grumpy guy who used to explode all the time?”.

You chuckled softly, your hand instinctively moving to rest on your baby bump. Your smile softened as you thought about Ben and how he had changed in these past months. The teasing, the rough exterior—that was still him, but you knew what lay beneath it now.

“He wanted this baby so badly”, you said quietly, your voice full of warmth as your fingers gently traced the curve of your belly.

You smiled, looking down at your bump, gently rubbing it as you spoke. “He’s still grumpy and an asshole, don’t get me wrong”, you said with a chuckle. “But not to me. Not to the baby”.

Annie grinned at that, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror. “That sounds about right. I guess you two are his exception now”.

You nodded, thinking about how true that was. “Yeah, I mean, he still gives everyone else a hard time—especially Hughie and Frenchie—but with me… with us, it’s different. He’s softer, even if he won’t admit it”.

Kimiko turned slightly in her seat, smiling softly as she signed something, and Annie translated. “She says it’s good to see that side of him. It makes him more… human”.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of their words. “Yeah, that’s exactly it. He’s always been so guarded, like he had to be tough all the time. But now, with the baby… it’s like he’s letting himself be vulnerable. It’s strange, but it feels right”.

Kimiko signed something again, a sly smile creeping across her face. Annie glanced over and chuckled before translating. “She bets he’s hoping for a boy”.

You laughed softly. “Oh, definitely. He keeps making these offhand comments about teaching the baby how to ‘be tough’ and ‘handle themselves’”. You smiled, feeling the warmth in your chest. “But honestly, I don’t think it’ll matter. He’ll be just as protective whether it’s a boy or a girl”.

Annie grinned, shaking her head. “Oh, I can totally see him with a little girl. The grumpy, tough exterior completely melting away as soon as she’s born”.

You smiled at the thought, imagining Ben holding a tiny daughter, his rough edges softening even more in her presence. “Yeah”, you said softly. “I think a girl would really surprise him. He’d spoil her like crazy, though he’d probably deny it”.

Kimiko signed something quickly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Annie glanced over and translated with a grin, “She says if it’s a girl, you better get ready to fend off the boys—because Ben will be scaring them off with that grumpy face of his”.

You burst out laughing, the image of Ben glaring down any potential suitors for his daughter too hilarious to resist. “Oh, absolutely! He’d have them running for the hills”.

Annie laughed along with you, nodding in agreement. “He’d probably sharpen a knife just to make his point”, she added, her voice full of affection and humor.

As the laughter died down, you gazed out the window for a moment, your hand resting on your bump. The thought of your little one—whether a boy or a girl—brought a deep sense of peace and excitement.

The car continued down the road, filled with warmth, love, and the anticipation of what was to come.

Inside the mall, the three of you made your way to the baby clothes section, surrounded by soft fabrics in pastel colors and tiny outfits hung up on display. The sight of all the miniature clothes—adorable little onesies, tiny shoes, and hats that seemed impossibly small—made you feel both excited and slightly overwhelmed. You gently rested your hand on your bump as you scanned the racks, wondering what your little one would look like wearing these clothes.

Annie immediately zeroed in on a rack of baby dresses, her eyes lighting up as she pulled one off the hanger. It was a soft pink dress, frilly and delicate. “Look at this!”, she exclaimed, holding it up for you to see. “Can you imagine if it’s a girl? She’d look so adorable in this!”.

You smiled, imagining Ben’s reaction to such a girly outfit. “I don’t know if Ben would ever let her wear something this cute”, you said with a chuckle. “He’ll probably want her in combat boots by the time she’s two”.

Annie laughed, clearly enjoying the thought of Ben trying to toughen up a little girl in a frilly dress. “Yeah, but imagine the contrast! Tough Soldier Boy and his little princess”.

Kimiko was already scanning the shelves, pulling out a pair of tiny shoes—small white sneakers with little dinosaur prints. She signed something to Annie, who laughed as she translated. “She says these are for when Ben starts teaching them how to run”.

You laughed, shaking your head as you picked up the shoes, feeling their soft soles in your hands. “You’re not wrong. I can already picture him planning training drills for a toddler”.

As you wandered through the section, the three of you gathered different outfits—tiny jackets, overalls, and little hats—each one sparking a conversation about how Ben might react. You imagined him scowling at the more delicate outfits, grumbling about how babies need “practical” clothes, but secretly loving every bit of it.

After a while, you paused in front of a section with neutral-colored baby onesies—simple and classic. One particular set caught your eye. It was soft gray with the words “Mommy’s Little Soldier” printed on the front. You picked it up, smiling softly at the thought.

Annie peeked over your shoulder, grinning. “That one’s perfect”. she said, her voice full of warmth.

An hour later, with three shopping bags filled to the brim with baby clothes, the three of you found yourselves wandering into the women’s section. The atmosphere was light, full of laughter and easy conversation. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment as you glanced down at the bags hanging from your arm, imagining your little one dressed in all the cute outfits you’d picked out.

Annie was the first to veer off, her eyes catching sight of a rack of summer dresses. She held up a floral one, spinning it around to show you and Kimiko. “Okay, I know we came for baby clothes, but we deserve something nice too, right?”.

You chuckled, rubbing your bump as you gazed at the clothes. “I haven’t even thought about getting myself anything new in months”.

Kimiko signed something quickly. Annie translated with a grin. “She says you definitely deserve something, especially with how fast that bump is growing”.

You smiled, feeling the truth of her words as you glanced down at your belly. The idea of treating yourself didn’t sound so bad, especially after all the attention had been focused on the baby. “Alright”, you said, eyeing the racks of clothes. “Let’s see if we can find something”.

As you wandered through the section, you picked up a few stretchy dresses that looked comfortable enough to wear throughout the rest of your pregnancy. Kimiko joined you, her hands quickly flipping through the hangers with precision as she pulled out clothes and held them up to see how they’d fit you.

“I think Ben’s going to love seeing you in something like this”, Annie teased, holding up a sleek black dress with an empire waist, perfect for your growing bump but still stylish enough for a night out.

You chuckled, glancing over at the sleek black dress Annie was holding. “Oh, he definitely likes seeing me in something sexy”, you mumbled, your eyes playfully flicking toward the section of lingerie and underwear just across the aisle. “Especially when it’s something a little more… revealing”.

Annie grinned, raising her eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh really? Ben’s got a thing for the sexy stuff, huh?”.

You nodded, laughing softly. “Yeah, he tries to act like he doesn’t care, but I can tell. He’s always making these little comments when I wear something like that—subtle, but enough to make it clear he’s paying attention”.

Kimiko caught on to the conversation and raised her hands, signing quickly with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Annie burst into laughter as she translated, “She says if you go over there and pick something out, you’ll definitely make his day”.

You bit your lip, the excitement from the conversation suddenly tempered by a wave of hesitation. Your hand instinctively rested on your belly as you glanced toward the lingerie section. The changes in your body over the past few months had been incredible, but they had also made you a little self-conscious at times. You were proud of the life growing inside you, but part of you wondered if Ben would still see you the same way when you weren’t fitting into the sleek, sexy outfits you used to wear sometimes.

Annie must have noticed the shift in your expression because she stepped closer, her voice gentle. “Hey, don’t even think twice about it. Ben loves you—and everything about you, especially now. If anything, he’s probably even more into you with that baby bump”.

Kimiko nodded firmly, catching on to your moment of doubt, and signed something to Annie. “She says Ben would be an idiot not to appreciate how beautiful you are right now”.

You smiled softly, feeling a bit of the hesitation start to fade away. You knew they were right. Ben had been nothing but supportive, and as much as he teased, his affection for you and the baby had only deepened. He made it clear every day that he loved all of you.

Taking a breath, you glanced back at the lingerie section, then turned to Annie and Kimiko with a renewed sense of confidence. “You know what? You’re right. I’m going to pick something out, and Ben’s just going to have to deal with how amazing I look”.

Annie cheered softly, and Kimiko gave you an encouraging smile as you stepped toward the racks of lingerie, feeling a surge of excitement.

As you sifted through the delicate lace and soft fabrics, Kimiko caught your attention with her hands moving quickly in sign. Annie chuckled beside her, translating with a grin. “She says Frenchie is really into black lace. Like, really into it”.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, picturing Frenchie’s eccentric style and how well that lined up with Kimiko’s words. “Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me”, you said, shaking your head with amusement.

Annie smirked, chiming in next. “Hughie… he adores everything—as long as he’s allowed to touch me”, she said with a blush and a giggle. “He’s just happy if I’m happy, you know?”.

You smiled at that, appreciating the pure sweetness of their relationship. It was clear that all three of you were with partners who adored you in their own ways.

Your hand drifted over a set of lingerie made of soft, sheer fabric with little bows along the straps. You knew Ben had a thing for the little details—things like lace, tiny bows, and fabrics that teased just enough.

You held the delicate lingerie up, inspecting it more closely. It was a soft, light rose tone, almost girlish in its sweetness, yet undeniably sensual. The sheer fabric of the cups was entirely see-through, adorned with tiny lace details. It was the perfect balance between cute and provocative—just the kind of thing that would catch Ben’s attention.

The sheer material would leave little to the imagination, and you could already picture the way Ben’s expression would shift when he saw you in it. He might act like he wasn’t phased by these things, but you knew better. His eyes always lingered on those little details, whether it was lace or the hint of something underneath.

“Wow”, Annie said, her eyes widening slightly as she peeked at the set. “That’s definitely going to turn some heads—well, one head in particular”.

You chuckled, still feeling a little flush of excitement at the thought. “Yeah”, you said softly. “I think it’ll do the trick”.

Annie laughed, nodding in understanding. “Men can be so predictable sometimes”.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you turned back toward the checkout with Annie and Kimiko by your side, your bags full of baby clothes and a few surprises for Ben. The three of you laughed and chatted as you made your way out of the store, the weight of the day feeling lighter and full of excitement.

As you walked through the mall, Annie nudged you playfully. “So, are you going to wear that little number tonight?”.

You smirked, glancing down at the bag with the delicate lingerie inside. “Maybe”, you said with a grin. “I think Ben’s in for a surprise”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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Part 19

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[mermaidgirl30]

Wip Wednesday!

Thank you for the tag @milla-frenchy 🩷

I’ve been working on a little Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller and Dark Shades of Innocence Lost this week. Making progress.

1. Dbf! Joel

Just when you almost get lost in your fantasies in your mind, Joel pulls you right back out. “I’ll race ya to the beach,” he smirks as he pulls open the back sliding door that leads to a winding staircase down to the beach.

“Bet I can beat you,” you giggle as you push him in the shoulder and race past him, barreling down the sturdy steps as you hear him laughing uncontrollably behind you.

“Cheater,” he laughs with a gravelly tone, “pushed right past me.”

You turn your face his way and stick your tongue out playfully. “Come catch me, slow poke,” you giggle. That just makes him sprint faster toward you.

You take off in the warm sand, your heart beating wildly inside your chest as you run toward the blue crashing waves of the ocean. You turn your head back around quickly and scream when you see him right on your heels.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” he chuckles. One more step and he’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder while you squeak and try to escape.

“Joel, put me down!” you laugh, using every bit of strength in you to break free of his hold, but it’s no use. He’s got you in a tight embrace.

“Ain’t puttin’ ya down jus’ yet, baby. Nah, gonna jus’ take ya for a little dip in the water.”

2. Dark Shades of Innocence Lost

Suddenly, your phone lights up as it buzzes in your lap. You unlock the screen, and your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when you see Joel’s name scrolled across the screen. You giggle like a little school girl who’s about to get a handful of candy when you read his text.

Joel: Passed by the library today on my way to work. Made me think of you. Almost stopped in, but figured you’d already be off. Maybe I should’ve tried my luck. Might’ve got to see those beautiful eyes of yours in the sunlight. See ya Saturday, angel. ;)

You can’t stop smiling, your cheeks feel like they’re stretched to their limit as you curl your toes underneath you and squeeze your fingers around the delicate blanket. Joel sure knows how to make your heart flutter uncontrollably.

“What are you beaming about, hmm? Is it Mr. Club Owner?” Taylor laughs from the other side of the couch.

“Let’s see.” Brianna snatches your phone from your clutch, and you try to dive for it, but she holds it up to where you can’t reach.

“Bri, give it!”

“Oh, I was right. It is him! And holy shit is he obsessed with you. Look at how cute this text is, Taylor!” Brianna tosses it to Taylor, and she catches it with ease as she scrolls through your numerous texts with Joel.

Taylor practically loses it as she chokes on a sip of wine. “He called you beautiful! He can’t wait to see you again? And Christ, you guys have been texting a lot. Fuck me!”

You lean forward and grab the phone from her prying fingers and set it down underneath your fuzzy blanket. “Okay, guys. You had your fun. Happy?” you ask annoyed, rolling your eyes as you try to hide the flush of crimson that’s bright on your cheeks.

“Umm yeah, babe! He is totally into you!” Brianna squeaks as she tosses a piece of buttered popcorn your way. You dodge it and shake your head at her while she sets down her fizzy drink on the edge of the polished coffee table.

“You think so?” you giggle, biting your lower lip.

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[forpiratereasons]

meeting stede bonnet

a slow meandering through June. prompt ten: magic

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10

(i have so many thoughts about writing coming out fic for a canon in which the lack of coming out is The Point. for today it's just: my own coming out needed the words, and especially now, my words have power. i'm here, i'm queer. i'm going to live beautifully.)

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Some part of Stede had wondered if it would really make a difference. Coming out.

In most ways, it didn’t. Stede still got up in the mornings and he still put on the shirts and trousers he liked best, and sure, maybe he had been fairly extravagant in his fashion before, but he had not suddenly gotten more or less so.

He still spend his days at the bookshop, helping customers, trying to keep Lucius from doing anything too scandalous in the stacks with his current paramour.

He still had an ongoing feud with a seagull that both he and the bird were trying to hide from the bird’s—caretaker? person?—and he still liked old reruns of pirate documentaries and his back still ached sometimes at night.

And he found—he may have just put the words in the right order, spoken them aloud to the world and himself—but he’d known. He’d maybe always known.

But in the ways it did—in the ways that changed—oh, it was like magic.

Picking out a pride pin to match his outfit. Smiling at men holding hands on the pavement. Lucius, grabbing a copy of Glamour’s 100 Hottest Men and asking Stede to weigh in. Frenchie, offering to do a queer crystal reading.

Even Roach, sliding a handful of pamphlets across the counter to him one morning, saying, “We meant it, Captain. Be safe.” STI testing. PrEP. A list of locations for free condoms.

After living a life on the outside, Stede felt suddenly like he’d been let in. Like the last puzzle pieces of his life were just settling into place.

Magic.

“Was it like that for you?” Stede asked Ed, sitting on their bench over a lunch hour destined, again, to run long. “When you came out.”

Though their shops were only a few doors down from each other, it was still a pleasant surprise when he’d stepped out to see the familiar swath of hair, the familiar leather trousers, standing in line again for hot dogs.

Ed thought about this for a while, rubbing a thumb over the back of Stede’s hand where they were resting together on the bench.

“I don’t think I ever did come out,” he said finally. “I think it just was—I like who I like, I am who I am.” He glanced at Stede. “I like you.”

Stede knew that, obviously. He blushed anyway.

“Lucky me. And lucky for you, I quite like you.”

“Oh, you quite like me, now we’re getting fancy. Am I what you expected?”

Ed said it with a bit of a laugh, like it didn’t matter, but his eyes were dark and serious. His chin dipped toward his chest, almost like he meant to hide in his beard, shy.

“Expected, goodness, no,” Stede said, matching that bit of laugh as he chased Ed’s hand across the bench, squeezing it tight. “I didn’t expect anything, if I’m honest. I definitely didn’t expect to find someone so—so—”

“So rough around the edges?”

“So easy,” Stede corrected, gently. “It’s never been easy for me—other people, I mean. I’ve spent a long time trying to mold myself into something else, trying to be what other people expected me to be.”

Even now, Ed was easy. Easy to tell this to, easy to confess this. Ed, looking at him sidelong, giving him attention but also space. Ed’s hand in his, more comfortable now.

“Suppose that’s why I waited so long,” Stede went on. “To come out. And why everything feels like it’s falling together.”

“You’re being yourself, now.”

“I’m trying to be. Trying to be comfortable in my own skin.” He squeezed Ed’s hand again. “The way you are.”

Stede grinned over at Ed, but Ed didn’t quite smile back. A half-smile, maybe; a smile that was afraid to let Stede down. Stede saw it because he knew what it was, to smile that kind of smile.

“I like that,” Ed was saying. “Sounds good—really getting into it, deciding who to be, how to be. Not sure I’m the best example of it, mate, but you—you deserve that, Stede.”

“You do too,” Stede said softly.

Ed smiled again, that half-smile. Patted Stede’s hand, heaved himself up from the bench. The lunch hour was finally coming to its close.

“Yeah,” he said, looking away. “Guess we’ll see.”

[arun-armand-amadeo]

I posted a headcanon here that Ed would call Stede treasure so I went and wrote a short fic about it. 

Treasure - 2,407 words - AO3 Link or read below:

The first time that it happened, Stede didn’t even notice.

It had been a turbulent night as, despite the crews best efforts, they had been unable to out-sail the storm chasing them. As night creeped in, so did the rain, followed by vicious thunder and crashing waves against the ships hull. It had knocked them from side to side as towering waves pummelled down on them from above.

Ed had stayed out on the deck with a small team of their most experienced sailors whilst Stede had bunkered down below with the rest of the crew. They were all clearly terrified and worried about their friends battling the storm outside, but Stede had to put on a brave face for them despite his own rising anxieties. Every time the ship groaned loudly in protest as she was knocked about, a stab of fear struck Stede through the heart. All he could do was keep his faith in Edward and know that his co-captain and friend would do whatever it would take to keep everyone safe and sound.

Come morning, the clouds finally parted and the sun shone down on them once more. The waves were calm, gently lapping their apologies against the ship, as the crew reunited on the deck. There was substantial damage and a lot of repairs to do, but everyone was alive and miraculously uninjured.  

Stede crossed the deck with two cups of tea in his hands, one loaded with seven sugars, just as he knew his co-captain preferred. Ed was clearly haggard, body hunched over the railing as he stared with a blank expression into the horizon. There were dark bags under his eyes and a tension held in his muscles. Stede hoped a strong cuppa would help relax his friend.

“Here.” He said softly, sliding the saucer along the railing. “You look like you need it.”

Ed blinked out of wherever his mind had wandered to look down at the offering. He smiled softly. Of course the delicate china had managed to survive the worse storm The Revenge had ever faced. He picked up his tea and took a sip, eyes slipping shut in bliss.

“Perfect as always, thanks mate.” He took another sip and glanced at Stede out of the corner of his eye, looking at the man in his long golden gown. “What would I do without you, eh treasure?”

Stede had just smiled back at him. “Oh, it’s nothing. You’re the one who got us through that rather nasty storm! A cup of tea is the very least I could do.”

The second time that it happened took Stede by surprise.

Everyone was gathered in the mess hall to loudly celebrate another successful raid. Drinks were being passed around, people were singing, and everyone was feeling the merriment. Roach had even prepared an assortment of sweets and cakes with the ingredients they had also pillaged from the merchant ship they had robbed.

Stede was standing behind Wee John and Frenchie at the time, leaning slightly over their shoulders as he watched the pair engage in what they called ‘thumb wrestling’. It was a rather unusual game but enjoyable to watch. Stede much preferred this sport to the actual wrestling the crew liked to compete in from time to time. This was far less violent and nowhere near as likely to cause any serious injuries.

He was so engrossed in the display before him that he jumped at the sudden sensation of a warm hand pressed to his lower back. However, at the smell of leather and smoke that immediately followed, he relaxed. It was only Ed. The man in question lent in close, front pressed to Stede’s back, as his lips hovered next to Stede’s ear.

“Sorry treasure, just trying to squeeze by.” Came his warm voice.

As quickly as he came, he was gone again, heading across the room to refill his drink. Stede shuddered, partially from the proximity but mostly from the way Ed’s voice had dripped like honey down his spine. There was the word again. Treasure. Surely it was a mistake?  

A triumphant cheer as Wee John won the thumb wrestling pulled Stede out of his spiralling thoughts and he promptly forgot all about what was absolutely not a petname.

Stede had been drunk the third time it happened.

Well, Stede wasn’t the only one who was drunk. Everybody was very drunk, including Ed. They had decided to make another attempt at a vacation. Compared to the first time this one was far more successful. The crew were all in the ocean, swimming around and splashing at each other and just generally having a good time. The sandy beach was decorated with a half-eaten picnic and empty bottles of rum.

The only two people not in the water was Ed and Stede. The two were sat under a palm tree together, shoulders pressed snugly as they shared a bottle of wine. They had started on the rum with everybody else, but then Ed had produced a bottle of red and the two had quickly snuck away to partake in their little secret.

“I know you have a more sophisticated palate.” Ed had whispered conspiratorially as he pulled the bottle out from inside his jacket.

Right now the wine was almost gone and Stede was pleasantly buzzed. He was warm and satiated with Ed chatting nonsense next to him. There was nowhere else he’d rather be than right here in this moment.

“So what do you say, should we join the others for a dip?” Ed asked with a lazy stretch.  

Stede frowned. “But I don’t have my bathing suit. I left it onboard.”

“No-one else is in their bathing suits.” Ed chuckled, nudging his shoulder against Stede’s. “Come on treasure, it’ll be fun.”

As it turns out, Ed was right. It was a lot of fun.

The fourth time it happened wasn’t even directed at Stede.

He was up in the crows nest simply enjoying the view. It was a beautifully clear day and the water sparkled around them. There was a light breeze keeping the humidity at bay and Stede was having a small moment of peace to himself. Below him, he was a aware of chatter amongst the crew, but wasn’t really paying any attention to it.

Instead he was thinking about where they should head to next. Everyone had chucked out various ideas of where they wanted to go and which ports they wanted to visit. The crew had each passionately argued as to why their suggestion was the best, leaving Stede feeling more than a little overwhelmed and flustered. A bit of quiet was all he needed to sort out his muddled thoughts.

Heavy boots crossing the deck caught his ears. There was no doubt that was Ed. He must have finished with the inventory he had disappeared below deck to work through with Lucius. Glancing down, he watched the two join the small group, Lucius immediately sitting down next to Pete.

“So have we decided on where we’re going yet?” Ed asked the crew, hands resting casually on his hips.

“Captain hasn’t decided yet.” Came Jim’s reply, always quick and to the point.

Ed hummed thoughtfully and looked around. What he said next caused a blush to explode over Stede’s cheeks.  

“And where is my treasure?” He spoke affectionally.

There was no way he was talking about Stede, right? Maybe he had misplaced some coins or a jewel or…

“Captain’s up in the crows nest.” Olu answered, helpfully pointing upwards.

Stede scrambled away from the edge and planted his back firmly against the mast as he tried to control his rapid breathing. Ed really had meant him…and apparently the rest of the crew were aware of this little term of endearment as well! What did it all mean?

Ed’s head suddenly popped into view. “Ah, there you are! Hey, are you alright? You’re looking a little flushed there mate.”

“I’m fine!” Stede squawked.

The fifth time that it happened, Stede had just been shot.

A Spanish Navy ship had spotted them and set chase. The Revenge was fast, but the Spanish had the wind on their side and caught up to them in no time. Backs against the wall, the crew had no choice but to fight back. They were boarded by the officers and their men and a great battle began.

The sound of metal clanging against metal was almost deafening as the horribly copper scent of blood filled the air. Ed had been teaching Stede how to sword fight and those lessons were coming in very handy right now. However, it didn’t matter how skilled Stede was, as a sword was no use against a gun.

A loud bang echoed through the air and everything seemed to fall silent and move in slow motion. Stede looked around in confusion for the source of the noise, only seeing the head officer with a raised gun. Had he fired it? Stede wasn’t sure. Around him were faces of panic from his crew but he couldn’t see the reason as to why.

His vision was suddenly taken up completely by Ed. He was teary eyed and speaking fast, but Stede couldn’t hear a sound against the roaring in his ears and a stabbing pain in his shoulder. He looked down, wondering what the cause of his discomfort was.

Oh. Oh dear.

His shoulder was soaked red with blood. His blood. Time suddenly came back to life and everything was so fast all of a sudden. People moved around him in a blur, the crew fighting and pushing the Spanish back in their anger. There was a clang as Stede’s sword slipped from his grasp as he tried to reach out instead.

“Ed.” He gasped, the pain pulsing in time with his racing heart.

“I’ve got you mate, I’ve got you.” Ed replied, moving Stede to lean against his side, strong arms around his waist.

They pair walked through the chaos, dodging fists and daggers as Ed manoeuvred them below deck. Stede felt his vision start to swim and it took everything in him to keep ahold of his co-captain.

“That’s it, down you go.” Ed soothed.

Stede found himself laid down as he stared up at the ceiling of his shared quarters. A darkness was steadily creeping in around the edges, threatening to consume him.  

“Stay with me, alright mate? Can you do that for me?” Ed was panicking now.

He kept twisting to bark orders over his shoulders, shouting for Roach to hurry up. The loud sounds hurt Stede’s ears and he winced in agony. A hand blindly reached out to take a weak hold of Ed’s own sweaty palm.

“I’m sorry darling.” Stede rasped. “I’m just so very tired.”

“Stede? Stede, no, no! I need you to stay awake. Come on treasure, don’t do this to me. Don’t you dare do this!” Ed yelled.

Stede closed his eyes and smiled softly. How lovely to be considered a treasure.

The first time they spoke about it, Stede was lucky to be alive.  

He had woken up in his bed and was reminded of a similar situation from not that long ago. However this time Ed was not sitting next to him, but rather he was curled up with Stede in the small bed. He was propped up slightly against the pillows with Ed’s head resting against his chest, right over his heart. A hand was laid protectively over his waist and he noticed the dagger in Ed’s tight grip.

“Edward?” His voice was dry and hoarse.

The man stirred and immediately bolted upright, eyes wide and bloodshot as he frantically took in Stede’s appearance.

“Holy shit.” He whispered. “You’re awake?”

Stede grimaced as he shifted, reminded of the pain in his shoulder and tight bandages wrapped securely around the wound.

“Yes, it would appear so.” He grunted with much effort.

Ed moved to help Stede get comfortable, adjusting the pillows and blankets as needed. Once satisfied he just sort of…stopped. He was frozen still as he looked at Stede, expression soft yet heartbroken all at the same time.  

“Is there something wrong?” Stede asked, worrying about all of the possibilities that Ed could say.

Ed let out a shuddering breath. “I thought I’d lost you for a moment there. I…I think I did. Roach won’t say, but I swear you stopped breathing for a moment.”

That was a lot to take in. Stede quickly processed it all before answering. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. But hey, look at me, I’m right here. I’m fine. I’m alive.”

Ed nodded, tears springing to the corner of his eyes. A shaky hand reached out to cup Stede’s cheek softly.

“My greatest treasure…and I…I almost lost you.” Ed whispered reverently.

Stede lent into the touch. “Treasure.” He tested out the word for himself. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Edward chucked and shook his head slightly. “I don’t know. Maybe because it’s true?” He licked his lips, glancing down at Stede’s own. “You’re prettier than any piece of jewellery. Worth more than any gold coin. Rarer than any diamond. You’re easily the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen and the most important thing in the world to me. I think that makes you something worth treasuring, wouldn’t you agree?”

Stede didn’t realise that he’d started crying until he heard the way his voice shook. “Edward I…I don’t know what to say.”

Ed smiled back at him. “You don’t have to say anything, but I’d quite like to kiss you, if that’s alright?”

Stede nodded eagerly and Ed closed the gap. The kiss was perfect, a warm affection blossoming in Stede’s chest and spreading to the very tips of his fingers and toes. The gentle slide of their lips was his own personal taste of heaven. As they parted, Stede smiled lovingly up at Ed.

“I think I understand now. I’d trade in all of my wealth if it meant one more kiss from you.” Stede confessed.

A grin broke across Ed’s face. “Lucky for you, I don’t charge.”

Playful laughter filled the room as Ed dived back in to capture Stede’s lips with his own again. It was from that moment on they knew that they’d always be the richest pirates on the seven seas, as no-one else had something as priceless as what they shared.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 7 - My Foolish Heart

It's what all divers across the globe have called the most beautiful sea in the world; Flanked on the east and west by the desert, the Red Sea was once believed to be surrounded by crimson sands. These days, its general lack of pollution and inflowing river water make its waters pristine.

With Avdol at the wheel ( Anyone is better than Joseph Joestar driving anything ) the party wondered at how spacious and luxurious the submarine looks; Kisara was comfortably sleeping with her head on the table, all her hair sprawled around her messily.  Polnareff was in awe at the beauty he saw through the window - Yet he was a little upset he wasn't riding the sub with a cute girl. Alas, he hasn't changed, as Avdol noted once again. Leaving the corals and fish aside, Frenchie stared at the beeping sonar, making the old man explain, with this radar, they could see if anyone was to attack them, from any direction;

Yet ever the analytical one, Jotaro did point out that, if someone were to actually attack them, they would have nowhere to run. Tragic. Certain death at 60 meters below sea level. 

Kakyoin was interested in the fridge and even the coffee maker - And to think it also was equipped with the latest in-satellite phones. He gently woke his sister up, so she could drink a nice, ice-cold Cola. She had slept so well, though she felt a little stiff.  At that time, Joseph called a most important person - He called his wife, Suzie Q. He told her he is calling from a hotel as it's a little hard for her to hear him through the phone, and apologised for having to attend an unexpected business coming up soon;  Though surprisingly, he asked if she's spoken to their daughter Holly, and the old woman said her daughter caught pneumonia or something - As she expressed her worry and wish to visit her in Japan, Joseph tried to convince her she'll just recover quickly ; Avdol was the only one who seemed to know the truth of the matter between the two spouses - Suzie was spared the knowledge of her own daughter's ill-fated condition. 

When he was able to finally shift the conversation away and convince his wife to give the phone to their trusted driver, Rosas, Suzie was long since out of the room, searching for the right dress for a charity event by Mayor Smokey. Joseph explained he's calling from the submarine and the party was successful in reuniting with Avdol.  Holly wasn't doing all that great, and though she insists it's nothing but a cold, her condition truly worsens by the day - Thus is the curse of Dio. He didn't want to inform his wife of their sweet daughter's condition - There was no need to worry her also. He will hold the burden alone, with his companions, and carry the cross until Dio is defeated and Holly gets better. 

Everyone comforted Joseph, reassuring him his pain was not going to last much longer, that they were going to save Holly soon. Jotaro said nothing; He was lost in thought and glaring unfocused in front of him. Everyone was comforting a father for his daughter's impending death, but nobody was saying a word to the child terrified of losing his mother. Kisara looked at Jotaro, and though she spoke no word, she held his hand under the table, intertwining their fingers together and squeezing it. It should serve him well, at least for now, when they're surrounded by people. 

It must have been about 5 AM when Avdol was able to spot the coast of Africa, and to celebrate their success, Kakyoin made coffee for all six of them. It took a very long month, but they were finally in Egypt, and with that, so much closer to Dio than ever before.

"Hey, Kakyoin, why'd you grab seven cups for six people?" Jotaro asked the red head. "That's peculiar. I guess I didn't notice." Noriaki looked weirdly at the cups. "Maybe you made two by instinct for me. I drink a lot of sweet coffee." Kisara shrugged her shoulders playfully. "Huh. I could have sworn I took six though." just as Joseph picked a mug to drink, it transformed into the enemy Stand, outright destroying his right metal hand, severing it from its wrist, and throwing the sliced fingers to dig into his throat. "Gramps!" Jotaro cried out in shock; The Crusaders stepped backwards, staring frightened at the Stand menacingly hissing at them like a cat. On the other hand, Kisara leapt to the old man, grabbing the wounded areas and trying to heal him up; There's no way that Stand can penetrate through her shield, right? "How did it even manage to sneak on board?!" Avdol was sweating perplex.

As the Stand tried to spring at them and attack, an angry Jotaro used Star to punch it away, slamming into the wall of the submarine - Only for it to transform, blending with it, disguising itself as one of the very many gauges, just like with the coffee mug.  They were barely 100 meters from reaching Egypt, there's no way this inconvenience can stop them now.  While the Kakyoin siblings were tending to Joseph, the phone rang. "Our enemy's Stand is represented by the High Priestess."

"So you know it well?" JoJo asked. "Somewhat. The name of this particular Stand user is Midler and her Stand can be controlled across vast distances so she is likely on the surface." "What's her real power? You said she can merge with minerals, but she became a coffee cup and even a gauge." Noriaki spoke, holding the unconscious Joseph on his back. "It is able to turn into metal, plastic, vinyl, glass or any kind of mineral." Avdol informed them with more detail this time, and they all sweatdropped, aware of the great danger they were in. "There's no way to recognise it until it decides to attack. "But how'd it sneak aboard in the first place?" Frenchie asked, just as a window popped, allowing water to stream inside the sub - It cut a hole in the walls.

The ballast tanks got damaged, the submarine was sinking and they were quickly losing oxygen. Wonderful. What's worse, the phone continued ringing like crazy! Annoyed, yet also somewhat concerned, Jotaro picked with no fear - It couldn't be grandma Suzie calling again, could it? "Hi again, Joseph, it's me!" of course it had to be her. "We weren't finished with out conversation, so I made Rosas give me the number." what was he supposed to say? He couldn't imitate his grandpa, nor could he even try to fool grandma. "Why aren't you speaking? Come to think of it, what's with all the ruckus over there? Is that a... Siren I'm hearing?" perceptive, of course she was. "And that running water... Is your bathtub overflowing?" "You have to answer her. Please, be gentle with her." Kisara stepped next to him, gently placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, but Gramps can't come to the phone." he managed to speak without giving off any weird vibe. "I know that voice... Is that you, Jotaro? Where's Joseph? You should be in Japan. Why are you with your grandpa? Jotaro, answer me!" of course she was getting worried - And he was doing nothing to alleviate the situation. "JoJo, tell her he's fine! Reassure her, invent something - Just speak already! You're worrying her!" Kisara whisper-yelled at him. "There's nothin' to worry about, Grandma Suzie. He'll be fine. I'm right here with him. We'll call back once things calm down. Later." he hung up. "... That was actually very well handled." Kisara smiled tenderly up at him, rubbing his arm comfortingly. Jotaro looked down at her from the corner of his eyes, and he felt a little... Relief. "I am proud of you." the duality of conflicting emotions rivaling each other inside his heart; His fear and anguish caused by his innocent mother's condition, the tranquility and security he felt from Kisara's comfort, and the guilt and anxiety he gets by hiding away the truth from his sweet, oblivious Grandma Suzie...

Thankfully, the phone call ended just as they crashed into the bottom of the ocean. "I knew this would happen! Every vehicle we use gets destroyed!" "That's the JoJo curse." Kisara joked weakly, only to get sent to the ground by the crash and hit her head on the wall and whine in pain. "I'm never riding in a submarine again." Jotaro growled under his breath, as he lost balance and hit the phone. "I'm never riding any vehicle your grandpa is in." Kisara was helped up by the boy, who dragged the siblings to the wall with glow-green gauges. "Did either of you catch which of the gauge the Stand turned into?" the brunet asked. "It looked like it turned into this one." Jotaro used Star's fist to approach the gauge slow and steady, waiting for the Stand approach - But it had already moved. "Kisara, it's behind you!" Noriaki reacted first, grabbing his sister and twirling around together to switch spots, using Hierophant Green, only for the boy to get his neck scratched and the Stand to disappear again - Just briefly. 

Avdol became the designated leader of the group and decided to get the hell out of the room; He thought it best to seal the room off and trap the Stand inside - But the wheel handle turned out to actually be High Priestess, frothing at the mouth; Avdol was unable to step away before the claws of the Stand tried to slice him away - It was thanks to Star that he escaped, as he grabbed the enemy's head and tried to squeeze it like a tomato - The only red juice that mixed with the water was Jotaro's hands, sliced by a large razor, as the Stand turned into a blade, lacerating at his palms and fingers mercilessly. 

"I can't believe it outsmarted Jotaro!" Kakyoin cried out. In the commotion, Polnareff dropped Joseph, who woke up and could only stare in shock and confusion between his hand and the enemy. "Kisara, try to trap it!" "I need a diversion! I can't trap it if it's glued to the wall." Marilyn got out as Magician Red and Silver Chariot tried to attack it - Even it's rapier couldn't peirce its armor, but the fire drove the enemy into another frenzy attack; Though Marilyn had the cage at the ready, it was for naught; The Stand's armor turned into piercing spikes like a hedgehog and redirected its direction so it would ride up her arm, and use her shoulder to propel itself to another wall. "Okay. That didn't work well." "Enough, stop trying to catch it, we gotta get the hell outta here fast." Joseph warned them, and they left the room, with the exception of Kisara who grabbed Jotaro's hands quickly, trying to heal them before they begun fighting again.  "Come on, you - You are too calm for someone on a drowning submarine." she joked weakly, before looking up; He was glaring intently at something up - He was glaring at the Stand, up until the moment it merged again and disappeared from sight. "Know that it'll be Kujo Jotaro who'll hammer you into a bloody pulp." he declared boldly. "What a protagonist."

They had to run the hell away and find another way to reach Egypt; Preferably, to abandon ship and swim up - But could they even attempt such a bold and unrealistic feat?  Apparently they just might - Scuba diving! ... Though none of them ever did anything like that, so it fell to Joseph to teach them the gist of it, rushed by Avdol's frantic comments. "Try to calm yourself. No matter what, you must never panic. That is the most important rule when scuba diving." Kisara and Polnareff helped Joseph put on the scuba diving gear as he talked them through the process. "When you're underwater, for every 10 meters you go below the surface, the pressure increases by 1 atmosphere. There's 1 atmosphere below the surface, and being 40 meters below, we'll endure 5 atmospheres of pressure. If we try to surface right away, our lungs and blood vessels will burst. We'll have to ascend slowly to adjust. We're near the Egyptian coast, so we'll go up along the sea floor. Now, I'm gonna let the water in..." Joseph explained simply, before saying how the equipment works and he came up with a simple signal set of two signs - One for good things, and another for the bad ones. "Given who we are, couldn't we let our Stands talk?" Avdol asked confused. "Hermit Purple can't speak, it's just a bunch of veins... Right?" Kisara pointed out. "Awww, and I had the best signal I wanted to use!" Polnareff pouted, before showing them the secret signal. "Your panties are showing." Kakyoin translated, as he did a bro-hand shake with Frenchie, which made all of them have different reactions. "Since when do you know something like that anyway?!" Kisara gaped at her brother - Was this a boy thing she didn't get? "We could get killed at any moment - Stop fooling around and let's go!" Joseph scolded the two young men. 

Avdol and Jotaro remained quiet, each from different reasons. The room was being filled to the brim with water, so they put on their mask and regulators and dived out of the submarine through the opened door; Everyone gave their okay, except for Polnareff who was drowning - His regulator was actually the Stand, and it was biting away at his face - Before Star could grab the enemy, it buried itself down Frenchie's throat, ready to rip him from inside out.

Hierophant Green and Hermit Purple entered both of his nostrils, pulling it out through the mouth - But they couldn't keep it roped, for it transformed into a spear gun. Kisara quickly swam to Frenchie's side, holding him by the arm and using her shield around his head to help him breathe, just as she did when she was under the sea with Jotaro, when Moon attacked. Thankfully, the bastard vanished again, and they could enjoy a rather peaceful swim through the gorgeous corals and fish. "Man, this place is beautiful! It would make for a perfect vacation!" Polnareff hummed, admiring the bottom of the ocean leisurely. "Plan your vacation next time. We've got to get to the surface before we run out of oxygen." Joseph reminded them they were quickly running out of time. "Think we are safe?" Nori asked, looking around cautiously. "I think so. It can transform into metal and glass, but not into bubbles, foam and fish." Avdol's words made Kisara frown; Something he said wasn't adding up. As they swum forward only, they managed to find the tunnel - They did it, they reached the Egyptian shore! Hold on... They were looking at corals... At the bottom of the sea... Rocks, corals, stones... "Guys." Kisara found herself speaking in a panic. "Corals are minerals." just as her warning tensed them all up, the sea floor looked an awful lot like the Stand's face - The enemy merged with the sea bed, becoming gargantuan in size - And it opened its eyes and mouth, inhaling them inside its mouth in a whirlwind, and they were about to be ground to bits by High Priestess. "The Stand User must be nearby!" Noriaki guessed right, as Midler started speaking to them directly. "You are right - I am seven meters above you!" she spoke in a sultry voice. "You'll never have a chance to see my face. My Stand will destroy you."

They were spun around like clothes in a washing machine, until they fell down on... Its tongue? There was no more water around, so they took off their regulators to speak properly. "Are you guys alright? Do I need to heal anyone?" Kisara asked, looking around at the one-way cage they were in; The teeth looked awfully strong, but the throat looked even scarier. It felt like they were Pinocchio inside the whale's belly.

"Hey! Jotaro! You're just my type, so this is really hard on me. It's too bad my Stand, High Priestess, has to digest you. If only we met under better circumstances... A pity. Then again, Lord Dio will praise me if I kill you. So don't hate me too much!" the Stand user kept talking - Kisara was shocked by her shameless flirting and attraction-confession - And then she grinned, gesturing for the boy to lean over, and she whispered in his ear a most irritating plan. "Yare Yare... Do I really have to?" Jotaro facepalmed in annoyance. "Take it from a girl who finds you even more attractive than Midler does. Yes, you really have to." Jotaro glared lightly at the girl, before sighing in defeat and closing his eyes. "You owe me." he grunted at her."No - YOU owe me, after the book incident." he had no way to retaliate. "Midler, I would like to see your face just once. You could be my type too. I might even fall for you." he kept saying, which were words so uncharacteristic for him that it took everything Kisara had not to burst into fits of laughter.  "Ehh? JoJo, I thought you liked me! I didn't know you were into older women... Damn you, Midler!" Jotaro's glare would have pierced through her like the sharpest spears. "I bet she's a real babe! I can tell just from the sound of her voice." Polnareff forced the note. "Indeed. I envision her being an elegant woman. I say this as a fortune teller." Avdol continues, which made Kisara turn to them trying to tell them to shut up and not push it. "Doesn't she sound like that actress, Audrey Hepburn?" Kakyoin said in a gentle voice, which made his sister facepalm. "If only I were 30 years younger..." Joseph trailed on, and the girl knew they completely ruined the plan. "Men are dumb." Kisara concluded. "No - THESE men are dumb." she dragged her fingers down her face in frustration as the Stand started shaking with rage. "You liars! You don't mean any of that! I'll kill all of you!" Midler shouted angrily as she used her tongue to make them fly, before she grabbed Jotaro and threw him between her molars. "JoJo!" thought Kisara tried to run at him, but it was too late - For her, that is, but not for Marilyn, who slipped just in time to protect the two while everyone was getting attacked by the tongue, in their attempts at attacking to save the boy. Hierophant Green kept them all tied together to safety, as Silver Chariot and Magician Red hit at the tongue and teeth and Hermit Purple rushed to save his grandson - But the molars touched one another perfectly. "Jotaro! These teeth are as hard as diamonds! You'll never be able to break them! I'll crush you to death!" Midler cackled in victory. "J-Jotaro..." the sky had fallen on Joseph, watching unfocused the spot where his grandson was crushed to death - By fucking coral teeth!  "We didn't make it in time!" Avdol cursed, looking down in guilt.

Kisara had fallen to the ground; The strong pressure of the Stand's teeth crushing at Marilyn's shield so cruelly was taking a toll on her. "You're giving your grandpa a heart attack, you jerk!" Kisara hissed, confusing the others around. "It's also not very nice of you to trouble a girl the way you do to me. You owe me double now." "What are you talking about...?" Joseph then put a hand to his ear. "Hold up, I think I'm hearing something in the distance, and getting closer. It was coming from inside the teeth.

With a loud barrage of Ora Oras, Star Platinum crushed all of Midler's teeth to dust, as Marilyn was floating protectively behind Jotaro, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Talk about overkill." Kakyoin chuckled at the amazing display of raw power. "His Stand never ceases to amaze me." Avdol praised with glee - Jotaro was alive! "Stop oogling around - I'm getting us outta this hell hole." with all of Midler's teeth shattered, they were able to escape. "Yare Yare." JoJo huffed. "Well, you were right about those teeth being sturdy, but breaking them was a snap. Guess your so-called diamonds were a little low on Calcium." was his punchline, and before long, they got to the shore.

"You couldn't pay me to do that again." Joseph was in the worst shape, poor man. "Ditto." Kisara sighed.

"Hey, guys, look!" Polnareff noticed a passed out woman. It must be Midler. "Let's see if she really is a babe!" Polnareff suggested, making the girl smirk. "I bet she has a smile to DIE for." Jotaro tripped her after that comment.  "Oh, I like her style! Let's see... AH! YOU WERE RIGHT! Her teeth are all bust out! No reason to see!" he freaked out, which made the party laugh and go on their merry way. Typical Polnareff.

"So, we finally arrived in Egypt." Avdol pointed out. "Yeah. In a jet, this trip would've taken 20 hours." Joseph said with an accomplished smile. "Not with you in it." Kisara smirked, flipping her hair back to dry "It really took us 30 days." he continued simply. "We visited so many places. Inside a brain, and inside a dream." Kakyoin went on, which made his sister giggle. "A dream? What are you talking about, Kakyoin?" Jotaro asked in confusion. "Oh, right. You guys don't remember that." the boy hummed in amusement. "Well, whatever, let's go." Jotaro shrugged, being the first one to walk away from that place.

And so, after one month, the Stardust Crusaders arrived in Egypt, and we were barely halfway through our journey, but this was such a huge accomplishment that it got them even more determined to see this perfectly through the end and kill Dio. When they reached the closest city, Joseph quickly called his wife to reassure her everything was fine and dandy, and Jotaro was simply hanging around to help with work. 

"It's me." Jotaro spoke into the phone once Suzie requested to speak to him; Sweet grandma only wanted to hear his voice.  "Jotaro! Grandpa told me everything! Work hard and take care of your grandpa for me." she encouraged the young man. "Will do." he spoke bluntly. "I know in my heart, if you work together, you Joestar men can overcome just about any hardship. I truly believe that." she spoke sweetly, with an almost nostalgic tone. "Grandma Suzie, you..." the boy was suspecting she could sense something was wrong; Well, neither he nor gramps were too  subtle. A mother's intuition was never wrong. "What's it? You sound so serious all of a sudden." she hummed cluelessly. "Ah, don't tell me - Did you find a pretty girl in your business trip?" she giggled through the phone. If only she knew. "Grandma..." he sighed aggravated, which only made her chuckle more. "All right, I'm hanging up. I look forward to good news. Ciao!" she hung up.

"What's the matter, Jotaro?" Joseph asked. "It's nothing." the boy said, though he shared a look with Kisara; She nodded with a small smile. He couldn't help but sigh, following his grandpa. They didn't always need to communicate with words, their eyes and gestures were enough. If Kisara said Grandma Suzie knows about Holly, then he believes that whole-heartedly. 

He couldn't understand it - Honest to God, he can't. He detected nothing particular from Grandma's tone, in fact, she was as cheerful and loving as always, yet her cryptic words had such a caring and understanding undertone. She must trust them two so much, that she doesn't even need to question them. Her little baby girl was going to be fine. Holly will be fine. To think from a simple phone-called, Grandma Suzie could pick up on her daughter's problem and that it implicated their bloodline somehow; And to think Kisara could pick up so easily what she was thinking and feeling - All from a single freaking phone call that barely lasted a minute. Incredible. A woman's intuition was something else.  Sure, he was intuitive, but in different areas - He was an amazing tactician, a strategist, he knew how to utilise everyone's stronger points and abuse the enemies' weaknesses - He was analytical, he picked up on details of every kind, and more - But when it came to such subtleties, emotions, and simply put, genuine care - It all became a huge mess for him. After all - How the hell could Grandma figure out he's crushing hard on a girl, if he's never even mentioned a girl's name or even presence - At all! Nothing!  What the hell were women made of, anyway? Some kind of emotion-detectors? Lie-detectors?

Yare Yare Daze.

Having hopped onto the car, they began their journey through this land called Egypt, a nation 97% desert, but thanks to the blessings of the Nile, beautiful, fertile green spreads across the entirety of its river banks. In addition to the culture of the ancient Egyptians, Egypt is home to Persians, Greek, Roman, Muslim, and Arabian cultures. All have left their indelible marks. Now one could only wonder - What bizarre adventures and challenges await the Stardust Crusaders in this new land? 

They made a quick stop at some place in the middle of the wasteland of the desert, where a helicopter was supposed to land and bring a new Stand user addition to the group; This new person, Iggy, whose Stand is represented by The Fool, may or may not have some personality issues, so they must handle him with great care.  Kisara made a quick mental note - They defeated all other Major Arcana, The Fool became part of their group - So there was only one left. The World. Could this be Dio's Stand? If yes, that's pretty scary to think.

"The Fool? That sounds so stupid!" Polnareff laughed, but Avdol seemed to know who they were talking about. "We're lucky he's not out enemy. You'd lose for sure." Avdol declared solemnly. "What'd you say, asshole?" Polnareff was up for a fight with the fortune teller. "As far as I'm aware, The Fool card is mostly about new beginnings, luck, improvisation, having faith in the future and believing in the universe. If you ask me, it's quite a controversial card, I wouldn't want to fight against it." Kisara pointed out briefly. "You are correct." Avdol nodded his head. "Polnareff, let go of me already." "Enough, guys." Kakyoin sighed at their childishness.

As the helicopter landed, the two drivers explained the Stand user was in the backseat; Of course, Polnareff had to barge in and piss it off, though Joseph was desperately trying to get him to back off. The ride was rough, so it was in a foul mood. From inside the jacket laying peacefully on the backseat, a small Boston Terrier dog jumped on Frenchie, tearing apart his hair and, uh... Farting in his face. Everyone stared at the display in shock and confusion - How was a dog going to cooperate and help them in this fight against Dio? 

"You little mutt! You're gonna pay for that!" Polnareff growled as he fell flat on the ground, defeated and humiliated. It was then that Iggy was surrounded by a whirlwind of sand which transformed into a mechanical zeppelin-like dog; That was his Stand, made out of Sand; It could materialize and disappear at will, and he completely decimated Polnareff. Not only that, but Iggy was now chewing at his face. Again. Even Jotaro affirmed he might not even be able to land a punch - What an intimidating power. "HEEEELP! SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE!" "Sorry, Polnareff, but I think I'll hold on to my hair." Kakyoin flicked his long, stylish curl. "That's right. The Kakyoin siblings have the best hair." Kisara, also, flicked her cascading fire-kissed hair.

"Did you bring his favourite treat?" Avdol asked one of the drivers, who took out a large pack of coffee-flavoured chewing gum. "Can I?" Kisara smiled sweetly at the man. "Of course. Just be careful." as Avdol offered the girl the gum pack, she crouched, taking out three of the treats.

"Iggy, sweety, do you want a treat?" the girl quickly hid the pack in her large pants pockets as the dog jumped in her lap. "Who's a lovely darling? You are, Iggy! You must me so exhausted from your long and tedious trip. I'd say you deserve at least three treats." after chewing the gum from her hand, Iggy hopped his front paws on her shoulder, licking her cheeks affectionately. "You're the cutest sweet angel baby in the world! I love you!" Kisara continued to gush over the angel cuddling into her bosom, wagging his tail happily. "Well, at least he likes one of us. That's shocking." Joseph sighed in exasperation. "He ruined my beautiful hair, that fucking asshole!" Polnareff complained, but Kisara only glared at him. "He's no angel! That's the devil reincarnated!" Frenchie yelled at her, only to gasp offended as both the girl and the dog stuck their tongues out at him. "Yare Yare...." Jotaro sighed, helping the driver with their luggage.

Joseph was given a polaroid camera to destroy with his Stand and find some clues on Dio's location; But before he did so, he had a rather clever idea - To have a picture taken of the Stardust Crusaders.  Mr. Joestar was lazily sat on a pile of rocks with Polnareff holding his chin in his palm; Kisara was holding Iggy, standing between her brother and her crush, and Avdol was behind the old man, standing proudly. Everyone was cheerful and hopeful for the future to come. It was the perfect memento for all of them to hold in their wallets. It would be a very funny thing to see, Kisara and Jotaro with their hats switched, they looked so bizarre, also so cute.

"I'll never take this out of my wallet." Kisara giggled as Iggy hopped from her grasp, and onto the ground, to chase around Frenchie, who was shrieking for help. "We will look at it with nostalgia some years later." Kakyoin declared, looking fondly at the photograph in his hands. Jotaro gazed at it a little longer than anyone else, and he smiled, a genuine smile, where his heart was bursting at the seams with joy, warmth and hope; He found friends for the first time - People he truly cares for. What an amazing feeling. "Nori. JoJo. Wanna see something funny?" Kisara smirked mischievously, pulling the two closer. "You're going to cause trouble, aren't you?" her brother sniggered, watching her whistle the dog over and whisper something in his ear; Iggy barked with extreme glee, before biting Polnareff's ass, ripping his pants off, before hopping back in her arms. "AVDOL! GET HIS TREATS AND TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!!!" Polnareff cried out, getting ravished by such a small pup. "But they're not at me!" Avdol answered in confusion. "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!" his shriek of distress, trying to cover his baguette boxers, only made the group laugh. "You deserve double the treats, you little angel." she kissed the top of Iggy's head, offering him six treats.

But the cheerful atmosphere was quickly ruined by the grim news - Holly wasn't doing well, losing strength at an unexpectedly fast pace, and nothing any of the fantastic genius doctors from Speedwagon Foundation do seem to help at all. The dooming notion that the one month deadline was turned into two weeks at most disturbed them - There was no time to waste, they've already staggered far too long from Japan to Egypt; They had to find Dio in record time, and kill him, otherwise this has all been for naught.  As well as that, they were told that one of their investigators noticed ten unidentified men and women gathering in a building believed to be Dio's hideout. Apparently, they left and disappeared. They knew nothing of their identities, as the spy was killed shortly after and the mansion had already been vacated. 

"They must be Stand Users too, right? Dio wouldn't use powerless humans to kill us." Kisara pointed out. "That can't be. Except for the Emperor, the only Major Arcana that remains is The World - Which I suspect is Dio's card." her brother countered her statement.  "I have a theory." Kisara pondered. "You said Mrs. Holly became ill because she couldn't handle the heavy pressure of her Stand, right? But her Stand has no Major Arcana card. Do you think these new enemies don't have a card? Or, maybe, it's one from the Minor Arcana, like... King of Swords or Queen of Cups?" she suggested. "Avdol, what do you think?" her brother countered her statement.  "I don't know..." the man was just as shocked as everyone else. "I'm astounded - Ten more Stand users?" "It seems Dio's head has yet to adjust to his new body." ah yes, Kisara remembers the story of Dio the Vampire using Joseph's grandpa's body; Sounds like the plot of a manga. "He would never run from us, he's far too conceited. He's going to do everything he can to keep us out of Cairo." "Yare Yare. Ten Stand users in two weeks, eh? That's one hell of a whirlwind tour." Jotaro sighed - Truly, it was going to be quite the drag.

They got in the card to continue their journey; With Joseph driving, Jotaro being the wingman, Kisara lounging lazily on the whole backseat with Iggy on her lap, chilling, and Avdol, Polnareff and Kakyoin being cramped like sardines in a can in the trunk. The Frenchman kept throwing a fit, only to get his finger bit by the dog.

All of a sudden, Joseph pushed the breaks so abruptly that the car almost flipped in the air. "Jotaro, for the love of everything nice in this life - NEVER let your grandpa drive any vehicle ever again!" Kisara groaned as she fell to the ground in the car. "LOOK!" the old man and Jotaro got out of the car, with the others close behind. "That's the Speedwagon helicopter!" indeed, the helicopter was crashed to hell onto the ground, and emitting smoke. What in the world could have happened? It had no sign of explosion or gunfire, so how did it get so ruined? What kind of power could the enemy Stand user have? "I'll go check it out." with the usual shield protecting her, Kisara left Iggy behind to investigate the helicopter closer. "Do you see anything weird about the driver?" Jotaro asked, pointing at the driver - He was half-way outside through one of the windows, a horror-stricken expression on his dead face, mouth agape, and his nails were still dug deeply into the helicopter wall.  "Yes..." she crouched to his side. "His mouth it's full of water... And there's a fish inside it!" she exclaimed, turning his head over to reveal the large amount of water falling on the sand. "It makes no sense - So much water... It looks like he drowned. And this fish --" "How the hell do you drown in the middle of the desert?!" Jotaro's hand covered his face in confusing distress. "What the hell is going on?!" Joseph, too, gasped.

Gathering around the other driver, who was still alive, they heard him ask for water - Polnareff brought over the water canteen, only for a gush of water to escape and rip the poor man's head off, just as he managed to shriek that the water had attacked them. How eerie.

"GET BACK, IT'S AN ENEMY STAND!" Joseph exclaimed, and they all jumped backwards. "So the hunt has already begun." Kisara gritted her teeth is shock. "Jotaro, look for the enemy!" Joseph ordered, but he was already at it. "I already am, but... There's nobody in sight. It looks like the enemy is controlling it from far away." he explained, putting down his binoculars. "A'ight. Lemme see what I can find." Kisara stretched a little, stepping out in the open. "Kisara, what the hell are you doing?!" her brother shouted at her. "The water can't cause me any harm if I'm shielded. I'll make it attack me until you figure something out." she shrugged carefree.

Kakyoin and Polnareff were hiding together behind a dune, Joseph and Jotaro were by the car, while Avdol was close by. Iggy remained on the back seat to sleep and snore like a bear. They watched as the girl walked idly around up and down as if pacing, and each time the water attacked, she was left unhurt. Marilyn strikes again. It was pretty clear that the water itself was the Stand, how scary.

All of a sudden, one of the deceased driver's watch alarm wailed out, and the water immediately went over to attack it. "It attacks by sound!" Avdol figured out - Only to get silenced by the girl.  Kisara formed a few stairs going up, and jumped down with a stomp - The water attacked her immediately, to which she simply slapped it away with a karate straight palm. "It's vibration." she noted. "Sound is vibration too, that's why it reacted - But when I jumped, I was quiet." she said. "We can't defeated water, it has no form - We have to find the user." "And it can move underground, so it can attack us from anywhere." Joseph added quickly. "Everyone, get in the car!" "Nori, Polnareff, go to the car - I'll keep it busy." with a nod, the two boys ran to the car as Kisara kept stomping aimlessly into the ground, punching away the water every time it tried to attack. "Kisara, stop moving. Let's see what it's going to do." Jotaro suggested, and everyone stilled - Kisara onto the sand, and everyone else on top of the car.

Surprisingly enough, though he once remained completely uncaring of the fight, Iggy jumped out through the window, and onto the sand, just as the car was attacked and sent into a vertical position; Everyone was holding onto the car for dear life, as if it was the sinking Titanic.  Why did Iggy jump just in time? Was it because he anticipated the attack? Did he know that the Stand user was four kilometers to the west of their location? He relaxed lazily onto the sand, taking a quick nap, as the others were sinking into the sand, the card quickly destroyed and sliced by the water; They were thrown up into the sky, and fell on the ground, each of them making a sound - They were supposed to keep quiet and still as a lake.

Avdol smirked, gesturing for the others to look at him; He took off his silver bracelets, throwing each of them strategically, to imitate footsteps - He was going to use Magician Red to vaporise the water - And it would have worked wonders, were it not for the enemy anticipating the attack somehow and slicing his neck before it could get vaporised. It rose up into the air, ready to attack; Kisara and Jotaro must have had the same idea, for they started running around - The boy in the opposite direction, while she grabbed Iggy in her arms.

"Guide us to the enemy and I'll give you half a pack of gum." the dog grinned widely, sniffing the air and showing into the west. "Jotaro, come over! Iggy found the enemy!"  "Comin'!" the brunet shouted, using Star Platinum to punch away and make a diversion as he turned around abruptly and met half-way with the red head. "Time to earn your keep, Iggy!" the dog growled at the boy, before he made his Stand fly up into the air, and the two grabbed onto its arms, flying into the direction of the enemy. "Did you bribe him for the both of us?" "Don't say that!" Kisara pouted playfully. "Iggy knows I care for you - He won't let  go of you - Right, Iggy?"  "If he does, I'll snap his neck." Jotaro threatened, making the girl giggle; But the dog was trembling with incredible fear. "Iggy, we're losing altitude - Are we too heavy for you?" the girl asked, as the dog started panting and farting in agitation, unable to get the plane back up. "It's just like a paper plane gliding." Jotaro realised; No matter how he tried to fold his long legs, he was going to touch the ground soon. "If I kick the ground to shoot us back in the sky, he's gonna know our location." "Then kick a shield." with Marilyn creating a shield of bright white light in the air, JoJo was able to get them well up into the air. "We make the perfect team, huh?" the boy couldn't help but smirk in amusement at her cheeky comment. "The Stand user is about 400 meters. It seems he's blind." Jotaro muttered subtly only for Kisara to hear - Only for him to look up and gasp; Sand particles were falling to the ground from the disintegrating The Fool stand - The enemy could detect them like a sonar because of it. "You damn dog!" he cursed as Iggy lost altitude and strength altogether, the teens' knees dragging harshly into the sand, giving away their location.

Kisara couldn't help but gasp at what she was seeing - Jotaro's Star Platinum grabbed Iggy, and with a perfect baseball-like pose, threw the Dog-Ball right at the enemy. "You -- You are one crazy man, JoJo." even he let out a small chuckle, watching the girl double over with laughter once Iggy and the enemy activated their Stands to defend each other upon collision. 

As the enemy, N'doul, was busy being distracted by Iggy, Kisara and Jotaro got behind him. He was so confused, unable to sense their vibrations, their location anywhere. "Behind you." the enemy gasped, hearing the girl's whisper right in his ear.  "I see." he spoke in a defeated voice. "I didn't realise you had slinked so close. I suppose I don't need this cane anymore to hear you - But I'll need it when I return home." "Bold of you to assume you're returning home." Kisara's blade sliced him just as the water knocked off Jotaro's hat.  The enemy was panting on the ground, bleeding heavily, as Jotaro simply glared down at him. "You managed to knock off my hat. You know - I kept that hat on even when I was scuba diving. Don't worry, Kisara went easy on you - You'll live." but the water shot through his head; N'doul was smirking in triumph - Dying meant he won't leak any info on Dio.  "You thought you could get me to talk... Tell you about the other nine Stand users, didn't you? I know Joseph's Hermit Purple can read minds. I'll never tell you anything that you could use against him." N'doul grinned widely. "Dio... Why are you all so loyal to him?" Jotaro asked, surprised at his devotion, so similar to that of Enyaba. "So loyal that you'd die." "Jotaro, I do not fear death. My Stand has always enabled me to live life unfettered by fear of death. I could win any fight. I could have and do whatever I wanted. No one could stop me. Killing, stealing, it meant nothing to me." he coughed some blood. "He was the first to instill into me a desire to live - He was so strong, so wise, so beautiful - He was the only one who saw a purpose to my existence." he trembled with deep emotion at the thought of Dio. "I waited so long to meet him. I will gladly die, but I will not disappoint him. Evil needs an evil saviour." he cackled weakly. "I'll tell you just one thing - My name is N'doul. My Stand hails from Egypt, birthplace of the Tarot. One of the Great Decade of the Gods of Egypt - Geb, God of Earth. I will tell you about my Stand only - After all, you are the one who defeated me - But my wife, Nut, will surely destroy you." he seemed to have endless confidence in his wife - And he died, left limp onto the ground.

Jotaro buried him under the sand, his cane placed as a grave marker, as Kisara grabbed his hat from the ground, holding it closely to her chest. With the Sun setting, Jotaro had enough time to process the new information, and he turned around, ready to return to the group. "Dio is like some charismatic cult leader - Just who is he? And The Great Decade? It's all a mystery, but we have to continue onwards." "The only thing I know is that the Great Decade were a part of the tribunal and had to decide whether Set or Horus should rule. The Decade was comprised of ten Egyptian Gods, worshipped at Heliopolis. I don't remember all of the ones involved, apart from Geb, Nut, Atem, Isis and Osiris - But I don't think it matters much, regarding the Stand Powers." Kisara spoke, following at his pace. "Good for a myth story, but that's about it, I guess." the boy nodded his head with a sigh. "Wait. The dog's not following." he stopped abruptly, looking back at the angry little dog. "Come on, Iggy. We have to go. Nights in the desert are very cold. We're going to find a nice and warm shelter." Kisara crouched to the ground, opening her arms welcoming and smiling warmly at the pup, so he would follow along already. Instead, it was growling and barking at Jotaro. "Oi, oi, no need need to be defensive. I'm not mad or anything." the brunet made his feelings clear. "I doubt you wanted to be dragged out into the desert and forced into some human fights. Guess I don't blame you for being pissed." the boy sighed, taking out a single gum piece. "Hey, Iggy, want some gum?" the dog growled even louder, throwing himself on the ground and rolling and trashing wildly, making large sand puffs up in the air. "Calm down. I said I'm sorry." though Jotaro bent a little at the waist to offer him gum, the dog jumped in Kisara's arms, snuggling into her chest. "Yare Yare. What a weird dog." "Iggy!" both teens were shocked to hear such a cute and innocent whine - Iggy whined out his own name, holding JoJo's hat in his mouth and inching closer to him, as if to offer him the hat back, a peace offering.  "Well, what do you know. You want to give me my hat back?" JoJo smiled softly, picking his hat from his mouth. "Maybe you're not so bad."  "Aww, you two are adorable!" Kisara aww'ed at the two - Only to see Jotaro's eyes widening, completely mystified by his discovery - The hat was filled with gum.  "Damn mutt..." the girl gasped, unable to believe what just happened. "When did you put gum in his hat? I had it with me the whole time!" her eyes darted wildly between Iggy and Jotaro. "He's no ordinary dog. He did it when he coddled up to you." he sighed, completely done with life. "Oh no..." she could barely stifle her giggles. "Don't worry. I'll clean it for you."

Just as promised, the party got to the nearest town, and with everyone's injuries easily healed by Kisara, they agreed to go to some pub, enjoy a nice and warm tea, maybe eat something and what now. With Polnareff buying a cigarette pack for himself, he chose the cafe by throwing his finished cig randomly.

They ordered tea at first, yet Joseph was excessively worried by potential poisoning, so he decided to order five cokes, specifically chosen from the fridge, and unopened. Once a customer complained the Cola was warm, Joseph, the great American with Coke running through his veins, outright refused to drink such atrocity, so Polnareff simply proposed to go to the cafe next door - Only for it to have been lit on fire by Polnareff's previously thrown cig, burning it to the ground. What a disaster.

Thus, the party returned to the original tea order - Before Iggy started jumping around customers' tables, stealing their food, causing the Crusaders to spit out their tea and shock and chase down the naughty dog. Perhaps it really was the time to get out of there and be on their way; Their next stop was a hotel, but they could reach it by going via a boat down the Nile.  In ancient Egypt, the dead were always buried on the west bank of the Nile, where the Sun sets - That's why all Egyptian cities stand on the east side of the Nile. On the west, one can find graves and mortuary temples. 

Once they got off the ferry, they found a nice trading bazaar, and they had some time to buy any trinkets they'd want - Yet somehow, even with them spending so little time, they lost Iggy and Polnareff. Again.  At least they found them pretty easily; Frenchie seemed exhausted, squatting on the ground next to a sword, and Iggy was barking aggressively. Apparently, he fought a guy whose Stand was the God Anubis - A Stand that could phase through objects and cut them. A truly powerful opponent. 

Warning the idiot not to run off by himself again, they rushed back to the boat, to reach the city of Edfu before midnight, and thankfully, they managed that, and even got to spend some quality time, eating dinner and drinking something out on the terrace. One by one, the Crusaders left to sleep; First Joseph, then Avdol - But Polnareff didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. Instead, Noriaki stole a look at his sister, then at his best friend, and his smile grew. "Polnareff, it's getting late. We should go sleep." without waiting for an answer, the red head dragged the Frenchman off his chair. "What's the big deal, Kakyoin? We aren't even rooming together!" the boy threw his a shady look that basically yelled 'GET A HINT, IDIOT!' "OHHH, I get it nooow! Kakyoin, you sly dog!" with the giggle of a schoolgirl, he waved the two goodnight. "We'll leave you two alone, lovebirds!" he got slapped on the back of his head by an exasperated Kakyoin. "O-Ow, what was that for!" he muttered in pain, being dragged away.

"Very subtle." Jotaro sighed, tipping his hat and looking away, into the horizon. "The stars are really pretty from here." Kisara smiled, her chin propped on her palms, and looking mesmerised into the dark sky. "I guess." the boy hummed, listening to the soothing melody of the crickets. "How are you feeling?" Kisara asked, shifting her gaze towards his gorgeous aquamarine eyes. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" the girl looked confused at him. "It's been a week since we got trapped in that book, and we haven't addressed what happened. No, better said, we hadn't the occasion." "What's there to talk about? We killed an Enemy Stand user. We survived. Is there anything more?" she blinked at him. "Yes."  "What?" Kisara urged him to expand on his worries. "Tell me, what is it? I may know a lot of things, but I can't guess out of thin air."  "I left you alone." it was obvious that it took a lot of courage for him to speak something so intimate to his heart; His emotions, his worries. "I can't stand seeing you... In that state." his voice was quieter than ever before. "And I can't stand that someone touched you like that." Kisara hummed, a bittersweet smile on her face, sipping from her coke. "Truth be told, I was expecting something like that to happen. I never experienced any disrespecting clients when I worked in the Green Mansion, in Peking; But between a lecherous American pig, and how power-hungry and disgusting most Japanese men were with women during that time." she sighed, shrugging a little. "I had my guard up the whole time, so I could control my reactions." she let out a weak chuckle. "Truth be told, I was reassured by your presence. I always feel safe with you, you know? Especially without the comfort of our Stands backing us up." "But I wasn't there - That's the thing. There was little I could do. You did everything by yourself. I did nothing but get myself killed." the girl shook her head at him. "It was your encouraging that got me through, and it was your idea that got me out of there. If you hadn't told me to live, I'd have killed myself on the spot because I had no other idea on how to escape." the boy grunted, frowning down at the table; He had a constant scowl on his face. "JoJo? What's the problem? I know there's something more than just that."

His fists clenched in frustration, and he was truly thankful that there was no one but them out on the terrace at such a late hour into the night. "If I can't even protect the woman I love from a single fucking Stand user - How the fuck am I supposed to save my mother from Dio?" he body was shaking softly with rage. "The whole party couldn't get you out of there. We just stared like a bunch of dumb idiots at the TV, watching you struggle into a cruel world, all by yourself." it took a lot out of him not to destroy everything in sight; Not even punch down the table. "We were fucking useless. We had the Stand user with us, but couldn't do shit about it." "JoJo." Kisara called out his name gently. She stood up, stepping behind him, and she took off his hat. "I never, even once, blamed you for what happened. I promise." she confessed, embracing him from behind and kissing his temple. "And I promise you all the same - We will save your mum. Please believe my words."

He sighed deeply, allowing himself to melt into her arms, his head resting against her soft chest. He will never understand the power of a woman's embrace. It had some kind of magic that he'll never be able to comprehend. How could he relax and feel like everything will be okay? As if he has no worry in the world? It was really insane. He was terrified he might get hella addicted to her hugs. No, maybe it wasn't that bad of a thing. He actually liked it very much. Maybe getting obsessed with Kisara's embraces wouldn't be that bad.

"By the way." Jotaro picked up on the cheeky tone, and feared what kind of teasing comment she might throw at him. "I will protect the man I love until the earth mingles with the skies, and I am nothing more than stardust in the skies." she cupped her face gently, pressing a tender kiss on his lips.  He was going crazy, and he wasn't even mad. "Yare Yare Daze." he hummed, that bewildered expression quickly turning into a most gorgeous smile. "Don't you know you're supposed to let the man make the first move?" "I just figured my beautiful man was in need of a little comfort." her playful grin only made Jotaro pull her onto his lap, cradling her face dearly. "Much appreciated." he muttered against her lips, returning her kiss just as gentle and loving. He wasn't sure how it happened; He hadn't planned on kissing her any time soon, let alone confess his feeling - He wanted to wait until everything was solved, when Dio was dead, his mum was fine, and they had nothing to worry about, except for their University exams and their future.

He'd have missed out on Kisara's soft pink lips, and that sweet taste of chocolate, her weakness. She had so many specifics, from the specific chocolate she ate, to the specific coffee she drank, and the specific clothes and jewellery she wore, the specific colours she liked, the specific music she played, the specific dances she performed, the specific lingerie she bought - And he wanted to find out even more of these preferences. He wanted to spend more time with her, without the impending deathly danger looming over them.

He wanted a normal fucking life - He wanted to go on dates with Kisara, and hang out with Kakyoin; He wanted to go watch combat sport tournaments together, maybe even travel with them to whatever country they want. The siblings love traveling, surely that would be fun. Perhaps even Polnareff could be fun to have around - He might act like the comic relief, but he's witty and great company regardless - And they'd need a tour guide around Europe.

The many things they can do, once Dio is defeated. "Kisara." Jotaro took out something from his pocket, yet his eyes remained glued to her own; Green, and twinkling as bright as the stars, so beautiful, so warm and kind - So magical that he always got lost in them, and simply wanted to drown in her love, to succumb into her arms and never breathe again the air of loneliness. "Here." he said, putting latching a necklace around her neck; golden, just like her other necklaces, dangling and sparkling in the Sun so elegantly against her cleavage, against her black tank top. "Avdol said it's the Goddess Isis." Jotaro muttered, as he placed one gentle hand behind her head, his fingers intertwined through her velvety carmine locks as he placed his forehead against her own. "The protective Goddess of magic and healing." the fingers of his other hand trailed softly down the golden Isis charm of her necklace. "I thought it suited you well." "You're very sweet, JoJo." if only he knew how her heart trembled with love, how her little body could barely contain the endless stream of emotions trying to erupt; How she wanted to hold him close and never let go; To protect him from any harm, and hold his heart in an untouchable shield, for no one to ever hurt him again. She wanted to only see him smiling, as genuine as he is smiling whenever they're alone - And she wanted him to feel safe and comfortable around her, so much so that he never feels afraid to speak his feelings ever again. "Will you sing for me again?" "Yare Yare - How demanding." he chuckled, pulling her against his chest, cuddled comfortably in his warm, toned arms. "Well, whatever. I guess it can't hurt." he leaned his head back, allowing his heart to speak; He felt so much love, warmth and tenderness, snuggled into his chest; And he saw so much beauty, up into the vast galaxy and the shining stars, and the silver moon above. "Mum said dad wrote this song for their first date." "You really like your dad's songs, don't you?" Kisara smiled, content and comfortable in his embrace. "I know all songs he ever wrote. He's my dad after all. He might not be home often, but I know he loves us." his explanation sounded mature and very aware; Not upset in the least that he barely had any quality time spent with his own dad. "I'm sure he'd love to play with you." the boy nodded - Her idea sounded quite lovely; Perhaps they should do that, some day, when he comes home.

How white the ever constant moon The night is like a lovely tune Beware my foolish heart How white the ever constant moon Take care my foolish heart

Her lips are much too close to mine Beware my foolish heart But should our eager lips combine Then let the fire start For this time it isn't fascination Or a dream that will fade and fall apart It's love, this time it's love My foolish heart

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“Alright,” Stede plopped down into his usual chair in their usual circle at their usual coffee shop, “where did you all leave off last week?” Patch wasn’t nearly as busy as it was on the weekends when it came to the quiet Wednesday nights. Employees were detailing behind the coffee bar and their heads popped up intermittently like a whack-a-mole. 

The group was silent, looking at each other nervously. Saturday evening was spent at Stede’s, of course, but there was the morning meeting and last Wednesday to review.

“Well,” Oluwande sheepishly started, “we didn’t.”

Something started to inflate inside Stede’s ribs.

Confusion clouded his expression as he slowly opened the journal, “But Lucius’ Instagram…”

Roach awkwardly cleared his throat, “Yeah, but,” he looked at the others, “we didn’t read anything. We just sat around and hoped you’d come.”

A balloon of emotion (and what those exact feelings were, Stede couldn’t parse out at that moment) expanded with each new sentence.

“Next thing we knew,” Jim toyed with the lid of their coffee cup, “it was time to pick up the kids.”

Tight pressure pushed at Stede’s chest, “Oh.” he said, tapping his pen against the naked paper.

Pete shrugged, “Wasn’t the same without you.”

The balloon, like it always did, popped. And all those internal emotions with it. Suddenly, everything Stede felt inside was outside, and he couldn’t contain himself. A bright sunshine beam of feeling accepted and loved warmed him. A sea of joy at being missed for once by his peers— it not being the same without Stede— pulled him in a cutting rip current.

Is that what it felt like? To be so terribly missed that the atmosphere didn’t sit on one’s skin the same?

Stede was crying before he could compartmentalize anything further; all those emotions sat at his feet like discarded pieces of shattered elastic.

“What the fuck is with you crying—” Jim grumbled, but was joining the instantaneously formed group hug regardless.

“I just love you all so much,” Stede hiccuped, “and I never want to go through anything like this again and you’re the most important people in my life and I love you, okay!”

“Hey guys,” a familiar voice said behind the group, “everyone alright?”

Stede wiped a few stray tears away and beamed at the person in front of him, “Frenchie! Where have you been!?”

“Well, here,” he said and suddenly had an armful of Stede. He awkwardly patted the other’s back, “I kinda own the place, mate.”

“I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Stede squeaked as he pulled away. He still held Frenchie somewhat; Stede’s hands squeezed his shoulders. 

“I’ve been here the whole time,” and Frenchie lobbed a thumb behind him towards the counter, “so has Wee John. We serve you guys every week.”

“I—” Stede looked at the group, who were looking back at him like he grew a second head, “that can’t be true.”

“Babe,” Lucius stepped forward, “did you forget that John and Frenchie exist? They’ve literally been here the whole time.”

“What!?” Stede scoffed, “I did not forget! They just— they were in my periphery, is all.” Stede smiled beyond the barista to John behind him. He waved, and a new idea hatched. 

“Hey…” Stede smiled at them both as John approached and greeted the group, “how do you both feel about The Lord of the Rings series?”

The group groaned audibly (affectionately) as John and Frenchie shared a big smile. 

“Oh, we’re big fans,” John said to Stede, “like huge.”

“Perfect.” Stede excitedly whispered and they all took their seats again.

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sobremesa | kth

pairing: kim taehyung x (f) reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers(?). tiny amounts of smut in the form of grinding, heavy makeout sessions in a car, mostly fluff, microscopic amounts of angst HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAE!!!!

rating: M

word count: 9.1k

sobremesa: a spanish word for that time spent after a meal, hanging out with family or friends, enjoying each others’ company

summary: you’ve known Kim Taehyung practically all your life – your parents are best friends and that inevitably leads to the two of you being forced to hang out at family gatherings – being the same age and all. But you don’t really know Kim Taehyung beyond cramped bedrooms, family potlucks, and annual New Year’s Eve parties. He’s never been a part of your picture and you’ve never been a part of his. You know Kim Taehyung in snapshots, periodic glimpses into his life over shared meals that will never overlap with yours outside these little moments. Or so you think.

                                                         -2006-

“This is my boy – Taehyung – he’s twelve too!” Mr. Kim announces, with a wide smile on his face. You stare curiously at the little boy hiding behind his father. He’s got a tuft of dark hair and he looks over at you curiously, like you’re a specimen at a museum. Your dad pats you on your back and one look at his face tells you that you’re meant to entertain this Taehyung kid.

“Oh, um,” you say, stepping forward. “We can just hang out in my room, I guess.”

“We’ll call you when dinner’s ready,” your mom tells you, smiling encouragingly. You nod and beckon Kim Taehyung upstairs. He follows you wordlessly and you usher him into your bedroom. He looks around, that same curious expression on his face before making himself comfortable on the beanbag chair you keep in your room.

“So, do you wanna like—watch a movie or something?” You don’t have a lot of experience with boys. Taehyung is small for his age though, and you can look at him in the eye if he stands up. He’s a lot smaller than the boys you’re used to at school, and so you find yourself more comfortable with him. He shrugs in response and you heave out your beloved laptop your dad had so kindly let you use for the night. Taehyung’s eyes flicker towards your bookshelf and his expression visibly brightens.

“You like Cardcaptor Sakura?” he asks, and you hear his voice for the first time. You look at him in surprise. No boy at your school likes Cardcaptor Sakura, but you love the series and your parents bought you a couple of volumes for your birthday.

“Yeah! It’s really cute. Uhm… do you wanna watch that instead? I have the DVD set.” Taehyung nods, looking far more enthusiastic than before and the two of you binge the entire first season, sitting shoulder to shoulder on your double bed.

                                                         -2007-

You don’t know anyone here. It’s somebody’s birthday, but they’re an adult and you don’t really care. These kids are unfamiliar and rowdy and honestly all you want to do is go home and read Harry Potter until you fall asleep. You’d hang out with your parents, but they’d ushered you to go play with the other kids. Looking through the various bedrooms in this ridiculously large house you hear voices coming from behind a shut door.

Knocking before opening it slowly, you peek in only to find Kim Taehyung with his arm around some kid’s neck. They’re on the floor, wrestling. Boys, you sigh mentally. Taehyung looks up, hair in his eyes, a sheen of sweat covering him.

“My phone—get my phone!” He’s yelling your name and you’re surprised he even remembers you. You’d only hung out a handful of times after your first, fateful meeting after all. You glance down and pick up the small black device the other boy is trying to reach for. Taehyung lets the other kid go and he’s gasping for air as you hand the phone back to its rightful owner.

“I’m Jungkook,” the boy introduces, voice high. “Junghyun’s younger brother,” You have no idea who Junghyun is, but you nod and introduce yourself anyway. “Are you Tae’s age?” Your eyes travel to Taehyung, who’s scrolling on his phone now.

“Yeah,” he answers for you, and you’re surprised to hear how his voice has deepened. “She’s my age. Close the door, will you? We’re watching Claymore and Kook’s mom will have a stroke if she finds out—he’s only ten.” You shut the door behind you cautiously. At least he hadn’t demanded you leave.

Feeling weirdly accepted and elated, you sit down to join the boys.

                                                       -2008-

Jungkook becomes a part of your small family-friends group. None of you even go to the same schools, but you see each other occasionally when your parents want to spend time with their friends. You like Jungkook, even though he’s younger. He’s friendly and bubbly and likes manga as much as you do. You’re still scared of his older brother though, but Junghyun is old (three whole years older than you!) and he’s allowed to stay home alone when his parents leave so he never comes anyway. Rumor has it that he even has a girlfriend.

You’re making it through life like any middle-schooler would. You have two close friends at school that you do everything with and it’s the year your dad presents you with your first phone. It’s got a full keyboard and you can text Jiyeon and Solhee whenever you want. You spend hours into the night talking about Jung Hoseok, who’s a ninth grader, and how cool he is. You have the tiniest crush on Hoseok – he’s the dance team captain, and he always smiles at you in the hallways even though he doesn’t know you. Hoseok smiles at everyone, it’s just how amazing he is. You’re too shy to talk to him though, envying the girls he speaks to on the daily. You think you and Hoseok would be good friends if you were braver.

                                                        -2009-

“You’re going to a French immersion high school? Seriously?” You don’t know if you’re more impressed or exasperated. Maybe both. Taehyung nods and accepts the cup of tea you offer him. You can hear your parents heartily belting out to some 80’s pop song in the basement – it seems the karaoke session is going well.

“Figured its never too late to learn,” he shrugs, taking a sip of the drink and wincing because its piping hot. His voice has deepened now that the two of you are fourteen, sounding like it’s dipped in honey. “Plus, all my friends are going there, and I don’t wanna be that guy who knows no one at his high school on the first day.” You try to laugh along, but it comes out all awkward—you don’t want to admit that that’s going to be you at your new school. Taehyung eyes you suspiciously.

“But of course,” he continues, in that same airy tone. “I think it’d be cool to start over somewhere where no one knows you. A clean slate.” You smile privately at his tact.

“It’s nerve-wracking though. What if I don’t make friends?” you sound small as you voice out the one fear you’ve been too scared to admit. Taehyung hums and sips his tea again.

“You will,” he says easily. “But if you don’t you always have me and Jungkook. We’re practically forced to hang out with you.”

You throw your wet teabag at him. He laughs, the sound rich and deep and you find your mind cleared of your anxiety.

                                                      -2010-

“Ay here comes the Frenchie,” Jungkook wolf-whistles and you turn around to see Taehyung making his way toward you. “Are you fluent yet?”

“No, but I can tell you to fuck off in more than one language now,” Taehyung grins, giving you a one-armed hug in greeting. He smells like vanilla and clean laundry – a refreshing contrast from the boys at school that drown in Old Spice. You want to bury your nose in his sweatshirt.

“Wow, school fees well spent,” Jungkook nods sagely. “I can’t believe I’m the only middle-schooler left.” Taehyung is taking his seat in the chair next to you, your hand still grasped in his, much larger and warmer one. Taehyung has always been physical – not just with you, but with everyone. You’re all at a restaurant this time, celebrating the fact that Junghyun not only got into his dream university, but managed to survive without flunking his first semester. You don’t know why you had to squeeze into a dress for this occasion, but alright. You barely even know Junghyun – he doesn’t fraternize with his kid brother’s best friends. “Oy, here’s Jimin.” The two of you look up to see another boy making his way towards you. “My mom’s best friend’s kid,” Jungkook whispers to you two, rather like he’s divulging the nation’s greatest secrets.

Jimin sits down next to Jungkook and you mutter polite hellos at each other. As it turns out, he’s the same age as you and Taehyung.

“So, this is the kid’s end of the table, huh?” Taehyung murmurs in your ear and you laugh.

“Don’t complain – would you rather sit next to my dad and have him clap you on the back hard every minute?” Taehyung winces at that, clearly having multiple war flashbacks. Jimin stares at you two.

“So how do you all know each other?” has asks. Taehyung blinks.

“Oh me? I’ve known her—since when—? We were like twelve,” you nod. Has it really been that long? You’re sixteen now. “And I met Jungkook not long after, I think.”

“The three musketeers,” Jungkook cheers, raising his glass as if its not full of just orange juice. Jimin nods. Taehyung rolls his eyes

As the dinner progresses, you find out you like Jimin too. He’s friendly and before you know it, you have each other on Facebook. Jungkook proclaims that all of you need a way to keep in touch and that’s how you find yourself in a group chat with three noisy boys.

                                                         -2011-

“Uno motherfucker!” Jungkook dramatically throws down his second-last card onto the pile. You groan. How is this boy so ridiculously good at literally every game?

“Not so fast, Jeon,” Taehyung is next to you, wearing pajama bottoms with ducklings on them. Throwing down his only wild card, he’s changing the color of cards up. You laugh delightedly because thank-you-Tae-you-lifesaver. He gives you a hearty fist bump. Jimin is on your other side, and as always, the man is more action than words because he quietly puts down a +4 that has Jungkook screaming into his pillow.

You’re all cooped up in your bedroom. Taehyung’s parents have already told him he could stay over, and he’s promptly changed into his sleeping clothes. It isn’t a rare occurrence for him to crash in your guest bedroom every time your parents hang out late into the night. Jimin and Jungkook are still in their jeans getting more and more uncomfortable by the hour. It’s past midnight and the parents downstairs have no intention of ending the party any time soon.

“You should’ve just stayed over too,” Taehyung says, watching Jungkook trying to change his sitting position for the third time in the last twenty minutes.

“I live literally down the block,” Jungkook snaps. It’s true – Jungkook’s family had moved onto your street only last year. “I’ll sleep in my own bed thanks.”

“Besides, is Jooyoung okay with you staying over at another girl’s house?” Jimin mutters, picking up a card and frowning. “Won’t she have a fit?”

“Who?” you and Jungkook ask at the same time.

“His girlfriend,” Jimin giggles next to you, and Jungkook is practically yodeling. Taehyung’s ears go slightly red. You look at him in surprise.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” you tell him and his ears, if possible, go even redder.

“He’s been with her for a whole month,” Jimin proclaims proudly and you’re looking at Taehyung again because wow—that seems serious.

You have no expertise in dating. There’s a cute boy in your English class called Choi Seungcheol that you like to look at. He’s got a nice smile and really long eyelashes over eyes that look like they hold galaxies in them. One time, he lent you his dictionary and you almost melted into a puddle of goo. But Seungcheol runs with the popular kids, even though he’s always been sweet to you, and you’re still somewhat of a recluse. All of a sudden, Taehyung seems really grown up and faraway.

“She already knows,” Taehyung says testily, and gestures wildly at you, “Plus it’s not like the two of us are even remotely close enough for her to care too much.”

You find you’ve suddenly lost all interest in the card game.

                                                      -2012-

“Can’t believe you’re leaving us,” Jungkook pouts as he stares at you and Taehyung. “Can’t believe I only have Jimin from now on.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Jimin quips. It’s your graduation party – the third graduation party you’ve attended in the last two weeks – Taehyung had his first, then Jimin, and now you. You’ve chosen a university that’s three hours away. Jimin chose to attend college in town.

Taehyung, surprising you all, is moving a whopping six hours away, across the country. The art program he’s chosen is super elite and you’d all had a potluck at his house with your families when he’d gotten accepted. You sip on your wine, still getting used to the taste of alcohol. You turned eighteen only last month, but Jimin and Taehyung are still minors, and are both sporting matching cups of sparkling apple juice.

“We’ll be back for the holidays,” you tell Jungkook. “I can even drive back on some weekends!”

“Yeah, but when our families hang out, I’ll be the only one there,” Jungkook continues, looking genuinely upset. “Gonna just stay home from now on.”

“What about me?” Jimin asks indignantly. “I’m still here!”

“You have, like, a billion friends,” Jungkook huffs. “And a girlfriend.”

“Good point.” Jimin agrees. You and Taehyung laugh.

“Well, we still have all summer,” you say. “The four of us should find some time to hang out before I move at the end of August.” Jimin nods at that, reaching forward to eat the chips off the plate in front of him.

The four of you look at each other. Your lives really don’t overlap outside the confines of your bedroom and while Jungkook is upset, you know he’s got his own horde of friends back at school. He’s on the football team, and in the multimedia club. Your best friend’s little sister goes to his school and you’ve heard through her that he’s basically the school’s heartthrob. A little hard for you to believe though – Jungkook will always be that small child who Taehyung tackled to the ground for trying to steal his phone back when you were twelve.

You look around your room. You only have around ninety days left in these four walls, in this particular life, before all of you move into the next chapter.

                                                         -2013-

You’re shut up in a bathroom stall at your dorm, tears threatening to spill. Your first year as an engineering undergraduate is almost over, but your mother’s voice over the phone has opened all the flood gates you’d been so carefully keeping close these past few months.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you’re bumbling, and your mother can hardly make sense of you. You know that it’s probably coming as a huge surprise to them. You’ve spent so long pretending you’ve been fine all year that your family hasn’t had a clue how rough things really had been for you. “I want to drop out, mom, my grades are so bad, I’m so close to flunking out.”

Your mother is comforting you over the phone, but you continue to sob, months and months of tears and anxiety finally getting their chance to flow freely. You don’t care if your dormmates hear you – they were never really your friends anyway.

Weeks later, when your parents have picked you up, and have driven you back home, you know you’ll never go back to that place. You lie in your bed staring up at the ceiling, feeling void of any emotion. You’d always done fairly well in school so the significant drop in your grades at university had taken a toll on your mental health. The sun shines outside, the first signs of summer peeking through, but you can’t bring yourself to push open your curtains. You feel like a failure. You are a failure.

At some point during the day, Taehyung comes into your room, knocking quietly. He doesn’t speak, and you haven’t seen him for a whole year. Contact was few and far between and seeing Jimin and Tae do so well in their respective programs had made you put up a front with them too. He probably had no idea that anything was ever wrong.

Even if he had, you tell yourself, there was nothing he would really do. You find you barely know Taehyung, are only obligated to spend time with him because your parents are friends with his folks. But he’s here, in your room now, and you can’t hear Mr. Kim’s booming voice downstairs. You selfishly wonder if he came to see you by himself. Only for you, and not because of his parents.

He quietly lies down next to you, and the two of you lie there, shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

He stays like that until you finally fall asleep.

                                                          -2014-

You scream when you open the mail and Jimin jumps next to you, spilling milk all over the kitchen island.

“I got in!” you scream and Jimin blinks owlishly up at you. “Chim, I got in!”

“Oh my god that’s amazing!” Now Jimin is screaming, grabbing you out of joy and pulling you in. The two of you are jumping up and down in your kitchen and your parents are here wondering what the ruckus is. You’re merely shoving the letter towards them, too overjoyed to speak.

After taking the summer off, and pulling out of your old university, you’d applied to the college in your town – the same one Jimin attends. You figured you were better off in a program that genuinely excites you and come September, you and Jimin would be attending the same school.

“We gotta party,” your dad exclaims, a big grin on his face. You know your parents had partially blamed themselves for everything that had happened last year. For maybe forcing you towards a program you weren’t really interested in, only because the employment opportunities were higher, and you had the grades to get in. You’re pleased to see them so proud and happy for you. You’re in a better place now, have gotten the support you needed to help you get through that rough patch. Last year feels like a fever dream, like it belongs to someone else, someone that’s not you.

Your dad is calling the usual crowd up to celebrate, and you can’t wait to see Jungkook and Junghyun. It’s been months since you saw them last and you know Jungkook is a senior and is swamped with college admissions and his football games.

Taehyung doesn’t come home this year – working at an internship somewhere on the other end of the country that’s been keeping him busy. You don’t hear from him much at all.

                                                        -2015-

You gratefully accept the glass of wine from Jimin and glance over at the giant Christmas tree in his living room. The Parks have decorated it up to the nines, a real step-up from last year.

“Your ugly sweater is so not ugly,” Jimin groans from next to you, and you look down.  It’s a simple grey sweater with a giant ornament on it, the baubles are three-dimensional.

“It was the only one I had,” you sigh, leaning back into his couch. “Where is everyone?”

“Jungkook is spending Christmas at his girlfriend’s,” Jimin tells you and you roll your eyes. “But he says he’ll see us for New Years. Tae’s family just arrived actually – he’s in the kitchen saying hello to everyone.”

“Bet all the moms flocked to him,” you mutter. Taehyung is the group’s golden boy – the success story. He’d secured himself a fancy internship and was pretty much guaranteed a job straight out of university when he graduated in a couple years. Jimin nods sleepily next to you. You cozy up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Taehyung arrives in the living room then, his eyes travelling from the giant Christmas tree to the two of you folded onto the couch. You wonder if you’ve had too much wine already because you’re definitely imagining the strange look that crosses his face when he sees Jimin lean into you. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him in person – Instagram pictures really don’t do him justice. For some reason, Jimin quickly pulls away from your embrace.

He’s grown taller, and his hair is dyed a soft honey blonde falling into his eyes, a piece tucked behind one ear. He’s wearing a sweater that’s literally the same color as the Grinch but he manages to effortlessly pull it off. Taehyung has always been pretty, you tell yourself, but somehow, he’s managed to get even prettier. He’s half-tucked his ugly sweater into black slacks and looks more like a runway model than someone you’ve known since you were twelve.

He fist-bumps Jimin before collapsing into the couch on your other side.

“What’s the plan tonight Park?” he asks, taking a sip of his wine.

“I brought my poker kit,” Jimin says over your head. “Thought we could play.”

“Poker,” you sigh amusedly. “When only yesterday Jungkook was beating our asses at Uno.” Jimin laughs with his whole body and you giggle sleepily next to him.

“And, how are you?” It takes you a while to notice that Taehyung is talking to you. You straighten up, letting go of Jimin

“M’fine,” you murmur. Taehyung hums. There’s a strange sort of silence that befalls you. You and Taehyung never had a chatty relationship, but it was never like this either. Taehyung feels more and more like a stranger these days. You know facts about his childhood that you’re sure no one else does – the time he broke his arm falling off a bike you had dared him to get on, or the time he’d accidentally eaten a cookie with hazelnuts in it despite being allergic to them – but you don’t know this Taehyung. You don’t know the first thing about him. And it makes you sad.

The two of you make small talk – the weather, Taehyung’s internship, your finals – but it just doesn’t feel the same.

                                                          -2016-

It’s really been a whole year since you’ve seen any of these people – except Jimin, you see his ass on campus every damn day. The music is in full swing and your parents are laughing at something Taehyung’s mom is saying.

You’re sitting in a chair next to Jungkook, fresh off his first semester of university. His hair is longer, he’s inked up his right arm and smells like expensive cologne. Despite that, he’s still the lovable goofball you’ve known practically all your life. He lets you tease him about his ink, good-naturedly pulling at your cheek. He towers over you now, has for a few years.

Taehyung sits directly across from you. His hair is back to black, curling and long. He’s wearing thick black-framed glasses today, complaining about leaving his contacts back at university. Jimin isn’t here, having made plans with his dancer friends. It feels like every year, the only constant at these end-of-the-year parties, is you. The only one who makes a conscious effort to attend, who doesn’t treat these family gatherings like back-up plans.

“Jieun said she wants to meet you,” Jungkook is saying. He’s been dating this girl for six months now. “She’s gone home for the holidays, obviously, but maybe in the New Year. When do you go back Tae?”

“The twelfth,” Taehyung answers, mouth full of mashed potato.

“That’s later than usual,” you say in surprise. Taehyung shrugs.

“Didn’t come home for the summer, so figured I’d stay for winter break longer,” he answers, and you nod. You’re still on the “kids” end of the table, despite all of you now being full-grown adults. Some things really never change.

“Y’know we really should hang out,” Jungkook is saying. “I haven’t seen Jimin in two years – isn’t that crazy? Hey, remember when our parents would hang out and drag us with them. At least that meant we saw each other constantly. Now that we have our own lives, I don’t even go when our families hang out.”

You ruffle Jungkook’s hair and he gives you an adoring smile.

“I miss you guys,” he pouts, and something warm floods through you.

“I miss you guys too,” you answer, a little melancholy, a little sad, and Jungkook gives you a dopey grin, completely clueless. But Taehyung doesn’t return your smile, only surveying you quietly through his glasses.

                                                         -2017-

Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung said they weren’t going to attend this year’s annual New Year’s bash. You can’t say you aren’t crestfallen at the news. It’s clear they all have lives outside their family. Taehyung and Jimin have graduated already. Taehyung doesn’t have enough time off to come home, and Jimin has plans with some guy he’s been seeing lately. Jungkook is going home with Jieun this year to meet her family.

You make plans with your friends from college, and the four of you end up at a bar. It’s fun – you sing karaoke and drink copious amounts of alcohol. You even makeout with strangers.

But somewhere deep down, you know you rather be sitting at the kids end of the table, stuffing your face with food.

                                                          -2018-

Taehyung hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked into his house. You’re wearing a dress and some heels because Jimin insisted that the four of you dress up for the occasion, considering you hadn’t been able to get together last year. It’s been a while since the gang was back in town at the same time, and you’d just graduated and secured a decent job right away. Jimin claimed it was a cause to celebrate.

The four of you are at the usual family party this winter, because where else would you be?

Taehyung is very obviously drunk. He isn’t rowdy like Jimin or Jungkook, but you can tell. He sways faintly to the music and his eyes are dark.

At the end of the night Jimin goes home to his boyfriend, and Jungkook to his girlfriend, leaving you and Taehyung to clean up the messes they leave behind. Your parents have long gone home, no longer caring if you stay a little longer, or stay over. Taehyung’s family is practically your family.

You eye him subtly as you’re putting away the board games – his hands are in the pockets of his burgundy trousers. A cream dress shirt is tucked into his pants. As always, he looks good. Taehyung suddenly turns to look at you and you feel your face go warm at his stare.

Before you know it, he’s reaching over to kiss you, large hand cupping your face, head tilting so he can slot himself better against your lips. Your hand grasps at the front of his shirt as you pull him closer and you don’t hesitate to intertwine your free hands.

He wordlessly pulls you towards his bedroom in the basement, careful not to wake his parents. He pushes you down on his bed before climbing on top of you to continue where you’d left off in the living room.

That night, you fall asleep in his arms, naked and satisfied.

                                                          -2019-

Kim Seokjin whispers in a terrible joke in your ear, making you giggle. He’s your date for the night – but the two of you aren’t actually dating. Seokjin was a friend from college, albeit your senior, but you’d asked him to accompany you to this year’s New Year’s party and by some miracle he’d said yes.

You know Jin doesn’t think about you in that way – you’re at most like a baby sister to him – but he plays his part and holds your hand and sits next to you and brings you refills whenever he sees your drink is running low. A part of you thinks he knows what the deal is, if the soft way he looks at you is any indication. You owe Jin a big one.

You didn’t want to be the only one in the group without a date. Jimin has brought Min Yoongi, his boyfriend of two years and Jieun is here with Jungkook.

And then there’s the pretty girl on Taehyung’s arm.

You bite your lip. After spending that one night together last year, you and Taehyung had woken up with smiles on your faces. It had been a happy moment, until you’d had to sneak out of his house without his parents noticing. He’d laughed, kissed you on the lips and you’d left. When you’d seen him next, you’d been with Jimin, Jungkook, and all your families. The two of you had shared secret smiles but hadn’t got a moment to yourselves and before you knew it, Taehyung had had to head back across the country – back to his life without you in it.

You hadn’t even gotten a chance to discuss whatever had happened between you, and you didn’t think it would be appropriate to discuss over the phone. You’d carried on talking to him like normal, assuming that you’d discuss this whenever he came back home next, and he never brought it up either. You hadn’t realized then that Taehyung only ever came home once a year – for Christmas.

Your heart sinks now, watching as he leans in quietly to talk to her over the loud bass of whatever rap beat Yoongi has chosen. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your college friends, about what had happened. You feel used – that whatever the two of you had, was maybe just a drunken one-night stand. But it hadn’t felt like that to you. It had felt… right. Like the conclusion to something that had been building up for many years now. But looking back, maybe it’s just you that thinks that.

Taehyung has never shown any interest in you in that manner, and you’ve known him for years. He’s dated in that time – even had relationships (Jooyoung from high school comes to mind, and you rack your brain trying to think of other serious girlfriends, but you only come up with girls he’s mentioned once or twice and then never again). Jimin already lives with Yoongi and Jungkook and Jieun are discussing moving in together. In your little group, only you and Taehyung have no strings when it comes to relationships.

You’ve dated too – of course – but never seriously. Your longest relationship lasted three months.

“Is he the one?” Seokjin leans over to ask you in a low voice. You turn to look at him nestled comfortably on the couch next to you, long limbs spread out. “The one you like?”

“Like...huh?” you take a large gulp of your wine. “I’ve never thought about him that way.”

“Then pray tell me why your face has longing written all over it?” Seokjin is astute.

“Thanks for coming today,” you say instead. Jin smiles lazily, long lashes casting shadows on his elegant cheekbones.

“I’ll even peck you on the lips at midnight if you want me to,” he says cheekily, and you slap his face away laughing.

“Aren’t you two adorable!” Jimin collapses on the couch next to Jin and offers him a friendly fist bump. Jimin knows Jin isn’t your boyfriend but is smart enough to not say anything.

“Are we?” Jin grins, throwing his arm around your neck to pull you towards him, your cheeks smushing together. “You hear that babe?”

“Oof,” you groan against him and he lets go of you to stand up. Motioning towards the bathroom, he flashes one of his infamous grins before making his way through the living room. Jimin slides over towards you, neatly taking your drink from your hand before taking a sip.

“Where’s Yoongi?”

“His parents called, he’s talking to them out on the deck,” Jimin looks at you. You look at him and raise your eyebrows. “You okay?”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“I dunno, you always get this look on your face when you’re not,” he hums, sipping your wine again. “How long do you think I’ve known you?” You roll your eyes. You’re eyeing Taehyung again. He came to the party late and hadn’t as much as introduced his lady friend to you. He hadn’t even looked at you. Was this how your friendship with Taehyung was going to end?

“Who’s the girl?” you can’t help but ask, jutting your chin in the direction of the pair. A knowing look crosses Jimin’s features.

“Yoona something,” he says. “They work together, I think. Her flight home got cancelled so Tae brought her back here.” Jimin looks at you again. “They’re not dating – if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Fucking, then.”

“Well, probably,” Jimin laughs. “It’s Taehyung,” Of course. It’s Taehyung. You huff sarcastically. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“You do,” You groan. What is with your friends today. “When will you admit it to yourself?”

“Admit what?”

Jimin gives out a short laugh and stands up.

“You’re both so painfully alike, I’m going to get frustrated,” he mutters, half under his breath. You tilt your head curiously at his wording, but he doesn’t elaborate. “One is horrible with making a move and the other too dense to realize what’s staring at them in their face.” You watch Jimin head off, muttering to himself and shake your head.

When Jin returns with another bad joke about the toilet and pinches your cheek adoringly, taking up his spot next to you on the couch, you’re far too busy laughing to notice the way Taehyung’s eyes flash across the room.

                                                    -The Present-

“Tae’s coming home this year, isn’t he?” you mother casually asks. You’re in the middle of putting the cakes in the oven and you pause.

“Is he? I haven’t asked,” you answer, schooling your voice carefully.

“His mother mentioned that he doesn’t seem too happy lately,” you mom continues on from the other end of the kitchen. “They want him to move back here, or somewhere closer to here.”

“Good luck with that,” you snort. There’s three feet of snow that arrived last night and you’re not looking forward to shoveling it all by yourself. You haven’t seen Taehyung properly since the two of you had… fooled around some two years ago. Whatever idea you’d entertained about the two of you after that, it had all just been clearly in your head. Taehyung was barely home long enough for you to hang out as a group and if the rumors amongst the parents were anything to go by, you weren’t surprised he wanted to avoid the gossiping small town feel of this place.

Frankly, you’re dreading seeing Taehyung this year. This year’s party is definitely more exclusive than last year’s. It’ll just be the four of you this year. Like the old days. And Jieun and Yoongi, but you’ve known those two for years now.

“He’s such a good-looking boy,” Oh god, your mother is still talking. “I’m surprised he hasn’t thought about settling down yet. Of course, how can he think about settling down without a stable career first – freelance photography was it?”

“Mom, it’s none of our business,” you mutter.

“Oh, I know,” she says quickly. “But I’d always thought he’d go places, you know? He did so well at one of the country’s best universities, got that amazing job right after. And now what? He quit it after all this time and that Jimin who only did community college is earning twice the amount Tae is!”

“Mom!” you snap. “Let. It. Go.” Your mother stares at you in disbelief, closing her mouth quickly, and thankfully shutting up. “I’m gonna go shovel the driveway,” you mutter, taking your apron off, and shoving it onto its usual hook by the pantry.

You’re just opening up the garage and grabbing the big purple shovel when you see Jungkook floundering through the snow towards your house.

“When did you get home?” You ask, forgetting about your mother for a second.

“Two days ago—look,” Jungkook’s face is serious. “We need to throw Taehyung a totally bitchin’ birthday party.”

“What?! Why?” You begin shoveling while Jungkook stands there. You’ve never thrown Taehyung a party before – usually that goes hand in hand with the annual New Year’s Eve bash and the two are celebrated together, even though Tae’s birthday is the day before.

“Because he’s been weird ever since he came home – he never says anything, but I know, alright?”

“What? He’s back?” You stop shoveling and stare at the younger man.

“He didn’t tell you?” Jungkook asks, after hesitating. You bite your lip. You’ve always been the first to know whenever Taehyung decides to visit. “Is everything okay?” You sigh.

“Yes… I don’t know… probably not,” you groan. Jungkook blinks down at you, utterly clueless. “We…fooled around, alright?”

“When?!” Jungkook’s voice has gone up three octaves. “Oh, holy fuck.”

“Two years ago,” you hiss, motioning him to pipe down. “After that party at his house. We never spoke about it and I just assumed he wanted an easy fuck.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jungkook says and you wonder at his wording. “A blind idiot.”

“What?” you’re so confused. Jimin had mumbled something similar last year. Jungkook shakes his head, bits of snow falling off his beanie.

“Aside from that, I think the dude is just going through an overall rough time,” he says. “And no, it’s not because you two fucked. You in?”

“What—yeah fine,” you give in.

“Cool – then my house on the 30th. Bring your own booze. Wear something cute but comfortable.”

“Who else is coming?” You yell after him, watching Jungkook shuffling back down the street. He turns to look at you questioningly.

“It’s just us,” he says, surprise evident in his voice. “Who else?”

“Right.” You say, sighing inwardly.

That night, you run straight into Taehyung outside Jungkook’s door.

“Uh,” you say, wincing at yourself for sounding so horribly awkward. Taehyung stands in front of you, readying himself to knock on. You’d hoped to avoid him for a little bit longer but here you were, running into him right as you arrive. You grip your bottle of Merlot tightly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says back, raising an eyebrow at you. Taehyung is intimidating – has always been. You vaguely remember a time when he didn’t scare you, when you were both young and Taehyung was this small scrawny kid with big eyes and a mop of hair. “How’ve you been?” He towers over you now, all broad shoulders and long legs. 

“Good,” you clear your throat. “You?” A ghost of a smile flits across his features.

“I’m sure you’ve already heard,” he says, almost bitterly.

“That you quit your fancy job? Yeah, I heard.” Maybe it’s your offhanded tone that throws him off but he’s gawking down at you before chuckling to himself. “What?”

“Nothing,” his face breaks into a bigger smile. “Should’ve known that you of all people wouldn’t give a shit if I quit my job or not,” You’re rushing to correct him that that was not how you intended to come off but he’s grinning, raising a hand to stop you. “No, it’s a good thing. I’m sick of people pitying me for something that was so obviously the correct decision.”

“Pity, huh?” you grin back at that. “Do they give you the sad head-tilt too?” You tilt your head mockingly to the side to demonstrate.

“Oh my god yes,” he snorts. “I’ve been getting those all week.”

“Welcome to the world of failures Kim,” you grin, holding out your hand in an honorary handshake. “We hate it here, but at least the expectations are now at a rock bottom. You can only go up from here.” Taehyung is about to reach for your hand when the door opens.

“Can you two quit flirting out here and come in?” Jungkook is indignant, holding a bottle of beer in each hand. Taehyung gives you a look you can’t quite decipher before heading in. You follow in after him, setting your wine down on Jungkook’s kitchen island. His apartment is small – only one bedroom – but it’s so Jungkook that you smile.

You hug Jieun as she comes out of their shared bedroom before moving on to join Jimin in the kitchen. Jieun is hugging Taehyung, wishing him a Happy Birthday. You watch them as you open your wine and reach for a glass from one of Jungkook’s cabinets.

“Not drinking tonight?” you ask Jimin. He’s dyed his hair blonde and it curls slightly. You think you like this look on him.

“I drove here,” he says easily. “What about you?”

“I’ll figure it out,” you grin. Taehyung comes up to dump the cheesecake you hadn’t noticed he’d been holding earlier on the counter. “Want me to put that in the fridge?” You address him.

“Yes please,”

“Not drinking tonight Tae?” Jimin throws your question at the dark-haired boy, as you shove the cake into Jungkook’s fridge. Taehyung’s eyes quickly glance at you before he speaks up

“I drove here,” he mutters and Jimin snorts.

“It’s your birthday party and you’re gonna stay stone cold sober? That’s sad man. Not to mention you brought your own cake,” he says, chin resting on his hand as he leans on the counter. Taehyung shrugs.

“Where’s Yoongi?” you ask and Jimin motions towards the living room where Jungkook and Yoongi are deeply immersed in what looks like Super Smash Bros Brawl. Judging by the way Yoongi is yelling, you assume he’s already tipsy. Taehyung comes up behind the counter to stand next to you to observe their game. You’re only faintly wary of his presence next to you as you sip on your drink. You don’t even realize Jimin has left the two of you to yourselves to go join Yoongi and Jungkook.

“Why’d you quit?” you ask, still staring at the TV. If Taehyung is surprised at your question, he doesn’t show it. “Your job, I mean.”

“It’s not what I went to school for,” he answers, hands in his pockets. “It became less about the art and more about kissing the asses of big corporations so they would fund us. I took the job because it paid well but at what cost?”

“Yeah, I understand,” you say softly. Taehyung looks at you.

“I know you do,” He says after a while, and your heart blooms at the honest faith in his voice. “My parents are disappointed. They don’t say it out loud, but I know they are. They think I’m going through something when the truth is that I know exactly what I want to do.”

“And that is?” you’re looking at him now and things suddenly fall into place. It’s as though the last few years never happened, that there was never a distance between the two of you. It reminds you of a different time – a time when you and Taehyung would tell each other everything even if you didn’t see him every day.

“Photography,” he answers. “My own studio. Maybe even sell my work – I don’t know. Just me, and art.” You smile.

“That sounds nice,” you say. “You know, Jungkook threw this party thinking you’re going through a quarter-life crisis,” Taehyung snorts at that and you can’t help but giggle along. “I wanted to tell him that he was crazy, but I didn’t have the heart to.” Taehyung is looking at you, questions evident on his face. “Call me crazy, I don’t know, but there has never been a day where you’ve been lost in your life. You’ve always known what you want, and you’ve made sure you get it,” You look down at your wine. The words unlike me are at the tip of your tongue but you don’t voice them. You know what—who you want, but you’re a coward.

You weren’t lying. Taehyung had always been ambitious – a go-getter. If he wanted you, he would’ve made it clear. The realization is heart-breaking.

Taehyung doesn’t reply to your statement, and only hums in response.

The night gets rowdier after that – Jungkook and Yoongi are a deadly combination when drunk and you’ve made it through your bottle of wine by yourself so you’re not doing too badly either.

Jimin and Yoongi leave first – Jimin basically dragging the older boy out. You’re scrolling through the train schedule when you notice Taehyung come up to you.

“I’ll drop you off,” he says. “You’re on the way to my parents house anyway.” You can only nod at that before he’s helping you stand up. The two of you bid a goodbye to Jieun (Jungkook has long since been put to bed and she’s collecting the myriad of beer bottles for recycling), and before you know it, you’re comfortably seated in Taehyung’s car.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been to your place,” he says at last, sounding only slightly guilty. You laugh and tell him your address and watch as he plugs it into the car’s GPS system. You had moved out only last year, finally in a place to be able to afford. The two of you drive in silence, with you watching Taehyung.

He’s wearing a dark button down, tucked into equally dark jeans, hair falling over his forehead. Rings adorn his fingers that are gripping the steering wheel, and you swallow as you eye his thighs in those pants.

The wine was a bad idea.

“Something on my face?” he asks lightly, eyes still on the road. You start in your seat. The wine has lowered your inhibitions considerably.

“No, just admiring how pretty you are,” you say and Taehyung chokes on air. “Did you know you’re pretty? You always have been,”

“Is that so?” There’s a wry smile on Taehyung’s face. You prop your elbow up on his window, chin resting in your hand as you look outside.

“Yeah, since the fucking beginning,” you snort. “Even when you were scrawny and twelve, you were this pretty little thing. Next to you I looked like a drowned rat.”

Taehyung scoffs, running one hand through his hair, pushing it back.

“The day you wake up and realize your self-worth,” he mutters. “You’re far too intelligent and beautiful to belittle yourself like this,” You freeze and turn to look at him. “What? I’m telling you a truth. Stop undermining yourself – you’ve done it all your life.”

“Do you want me to pull up photos from that one trip our families took in 2010? Your puberty kicked in and turned you into a teenage model. My puberty kicked in and I looked like Phineas and Ferb’s long lost sibling.”

“Chat shit all you want, but Jungkook and I spent that trip sneaking glances of you in that bathing suit.”

“You two did what?”

“And I told Jungkook to back off,” Taehyung says it so easily. He pulls up in front of your building and turns off the car. The two of you sit there in silence. “Do you know how hard it is for me to control myself around you?”

You’re dimly aware that Taehyung hasn’t had a single sip of alcohol tonight – that he’s completely himself.

“Then why are you controlling yourself?” you whisper. Taehyung gives you another one of his wry smiles, this one rather sad.

“Because you’ve never seen me the way I’ve seen you,” he says, voice just as hushed. “And for a while, I didn’t mind. It was just a little crush – and I only saw you once or twice in a year so how could it mean anything? I had an entire life outside of you that you weren’t even a part of. So how could any of this be real?” He pauses, and you wait for him to continue.

“But then… That Night happened,” and you know what he’s talking about. “And I thought ‘finally’ and once I’d had a taste, I wanted to keep coming back for more.” He looks up at you now, eyes distant. “And because you never brought it up again, I just thought that it didn’t mean anything—”

“Wait,” you interrupt him, heart racing so fast you can hear it thrum through your ears. “I thought you wanted nothing more.”

“Why would you ever think that?” he whispers. “When I never heard from you, I tried to move on—I had to move on, y’know? And this year I told myself that when I saw you, I’d be content with being your friend. I know I’ve been distant these past few years, but I needed that time to pick myself up��it was too hard to see you and know nothing could come of it.”

“Wait wait wait,” you wave your hands in front of your face, eyes tightly shut. “B-but you never mentioned that night again! I-I just assumed it was a one-night thing!” Taehyung blinks.

“A guy would have to be completely blind to only want you for one night,” he says quietly, and your heart soars. He’s reaching over for you and you shyly intertwine your fingers with his.

“You’re going to have to spell it out for me,” you whisper, tracing patterns on the back of his hand with your thumb. “Because I’m stupid and I won’t believe it until I’ve heard it—”

But Taehyung is reaching over to your seat and pressing his lips to yours. You’ve missed this taste and you reciprocate almost instantly. He tastes like the strawberries that were topped on his birthday cake and you lean into the kiss, sighing in pleasure.

Before you know it, he’s undoing your seatbelt and pulling you over to his side. It’s uncomfortable and you almost ram your head against the rear-view mirror, but eventually you find yourself comfortably straddling his lap, back to the steering wheel. Taehyung’s large hands span the width of your back as he holds you in place.

“I think I like you,” he says. You smile down at him, running a hand along his cheekbone, jaw, finally resting it on his shoulder.

“I think I like you too,” you say back. You lean down to capture his lips in yours one more time and this time he doesn’t hesitate in sliding his tongue into your mouth. You grasp at his shirt on his shoulders, while his hands travel down to rest on your thighs where they travel under the flowy dress you’re wearing, moving over your thighs and finally resting on your ass. You whimper into the kiss and Taehyung doesn’t miss the opportunity to explore more of your mouth.

It’s when you let yourself sit down on his lap completely that you feel it – the hardness in his pants. You gasp before straightening up, but he pushes you back down onto his crotch. You pull away from the kiss, lips swollen.

“T-Tae!” you’re gripping his shirt almost painfully right and he smirks up at you.

“See what you do to me?” he whispers. “We’ve barely done anything except swap spit and I’m already so hard it hurts.” Your ears go warm at his dirty words and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. You squirm on top of him and he groans in pleasure. “Any more of you moving that cute little ass on top of me and I’m going to cream my pants right here and right now.”

His lips latch onto your exposed collarbone where the strap of your dress has slid off and he sucks a bruise there. Your hips are swirling on top of him of their own volition and Taehyung has to throw back his head to let out a deep moan of pleasure. You stare at him in wonder – he looks so beautiful like this, dark hair clinging to his forehead, eyes blown out, lips swollen – and at your complete mercy. You kiss up his neck, biting his earlobe, before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I’m soaked,” you say, blushing. Your hand reaches down to tease your clit and you whimper before bringing your slick fingers up to show him. “See?”

Like a man starved, Taehyung is wordlessly reaching over to take your fingers into his mouth, and you watch in awe as his tongue swirls around them, licking up your juices instantly. His gaze doesn’t leave you for even a second and you’re so mesmerized. When you kiss him again, you taste yourself on him.

“You’re gonna have to stop here,” he puts a hand on your thigh to halt your ministrations. “I’ll seriously cream my pants.”

“I’m okay with that,” you mutter, leaning in to kiss him again, but he pulls back, a sly smile on his face.

“No, I’d much rather cream your pussy,” his grin is so wolfish that you feel a new wave of juices flow through you.

“Lucky for us we’re at my place though isn’t it,” you smile against his mouth. He laughs, a low, comforting sound before opening the door. You climb off him and out onto the sidewalk and straighten your dress. Taehyung gets off after you, hair mussed (thanks to you), and shirt half unbuttoned (also thanks to you). He reaches for your hand, which you take with a smile. This time, there is no hesitation, no hidden meaning.

                             -Sometime in the (not-so) distant future-

“Will you hurry up?” You hiss at Jungkook, but he’s too busy brushing his hair to pay any attention to you. “We’re so gonna be late!”

“You’re trampling on my mojo,” Jungkook tells you, straightening his tie and staring at himself in the mirror. Taehyung is next to you, tapping his foot in impatience.

“Okay, Jeon, that’s enough, you are not going to be late for your own wedding.” He says, face impassive and Jungkook sighs.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll be right out – you two go take your positions. Tae – you got the rings?” Taehyung rolls his eyes and pats his front coat pocket pointedly. Jungkook grins, face guilty and Taehyung is opening his mouth, probably to tell Jungkook off once and for all.

You laugh, knowing this is your cue to interrupt the fight before it actually happens, and pull Taehyung away from his best friend and push him out of Jungkook’s dressing room.

“Let’s go – if he’s late that’s on him but I don’t want us to be late either and you’re in the wedding you need to be up there.” You push Taehyung towards the main church towards the altar.

“God,” Taehyung is grumbling. “Promise me, our day won’t be so anxiety inducing.”

“How can it be when you’re such a micromanager,” you smile. “I expect our day to run like a German train schedule.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and glances at a dainty ring on your left hand. He does that often, as if to reassure himself that this is the reality, that you’re here and present and beside him. It makes you unbearably fond. Because even now, years later, Kim Taehyung still can’t believe he has you.

“Honestly, we could do it at city hall and I wouldn’t mind,” Taehyung hums. “Without all these clowns present.”

“Fine,” you play along. “Wanna go this weekend?” You’re not expecting the raised eyebrow he gives you, or the coy answer that follows – but it does make your heart race in a way only Kim Taehyung has ever been capable of.

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Intermingle: part 2

Pairing: dom! yoongi x inexperienced reader ft. Taehyung

Warnings: co-workers to lovers, angst, smut, public sex, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving, cum swallowing, fingering, daddy kink, fluff, teasing, protected/ unprotected sex (stay safe always)

Rating: 18 and over

“Fuck daddy yes. Please, just like that!” You yank at Yoongi’s hair, shamelessly grinding against his erection while he tugs and sucks on your nipples. He growls against your soft flesh, the sounds of you reaching your climax seemingly driving him wild. “God, I need you inside of me daddy, please!” You beg. He releases your nipple from his lips, looking up at you with lust in his eyes. He licks his lips, opening his mouth to speak. “Meow! Meow! Meow!” You look at him in confusion. “What?”

*Meow! Meooorrrrwww! *

You stretch your entire body, rolling over to see you have 15 minutes left on your alarm, too bad your cat hadn’t picked up on that notion. “No Frenchie! Go back to bed!” You grumble. She leaps up onto your bed now, kneading into your belly. You whine from under the covers. “I’m gonna give you away you pest.” You threaten, jumping up from the bed causing her to leap to the ground. You stamp into the kitchen and prep her breakfast. She happily noms away allowing you to pet her as she does. You head back to your room to turn off your alarm and get ready for a shower when an idea pops into your head. You grab you phone from the side table and sit down on your bed, removing your pajama top. You pull your hair forward, making sure to cover your breasts so just a bit of nipple shows through, and you snap a couple of selfies. You review them, choosing your favorite and send it to Yoongi with the caption ‘I woke up so wet thinking of you daddy.’ You sit for a moment, biting your lip, waiting for a response and then wonder to yourself if he would even be awake this early, seeing as how he is always late for work. With no response you hop in the shower, emerging fresh and clean. You dress in black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and black cardigan, keeping it open instead of buttoned up. After applying some makeup and straightening your hair you head out the door. Your phone finally buzzes, and excitement fills your belly only to be crushed by a text from Becca, informing you she will be out the rest of the week. You frown and shove your phone in your bag.

A loud honk startles you, “Excuse me miss, I heard someone was in need of a cleanup crew?” You turn to the voice and smile wide at Yoongi driving slowly beside you as you walk. “Get in beautiful.” You wait for him to stop and hop in. “You missed more than a few buttons today.” He teases. “Oh shush.” He laughs leaning towards you to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “You didn’t answer my text!” You shove him away. “Of course, I did. Surprise!” He waves his hands in the air. “So, you came all the way over here, because of my photo?” You give him a suspicious look. He nods. “Uh, yeah, I did. Do you think I wake this early cause I like to? When I saw the picture, I had to make sure you hadn’t lost you mind completely after last night. Can’t have you revolting you know. First, it’s the shoulders, a little bit of thigh, and then it’s free the nipple.” You laugh out loud at his comment. “I love you,” You giggle, covering your mouth quickly, “I mean, like your humor. Not that I actually love you. It's just an expression that I use. I’m sorry, I’m over explaining.” He gives you a sly smile but says nothing. Your heart races in your chest and you begin to shake your leg nervously. “Wanna grab some coffee before we get to the office?” He asks, resting his hand gently on your shaking leg and giving it a comforting squeeze. You look at him and he winks at you. “Calm down kitten. Daddy’s got you.” You immediately stop shaking your leg, swallowing slowly. “Yeah, sure, coffee sounds nice.” He nods and focuses back on the road. You arrive at the office garage and your nerves kick in. “Maybe we should go up separately, so people don’t think anything.” Yoongi looks over at you puzzled. “What would people think? That one coworker gave another a ride to work?” “You know what I mean Yoongi.” “No, I don’t. Do you not want to be seen with me because that’s the vibe I’m getting?” You scoff at his accusation. “That’s not true.” “Good, so let’s get up there. I think this will be the first time I’m on time in like a year.”

You both arrive upstairs to find the boss standing by your desk. “Ah, Y/N, Yoongi! Good morning. Y/N, I need you to come with me and meet the new guy. He is just a temp tester we will have here until Rebecca comes back; he will be working on the other games we have launching. I’ll need you to show him the ropes, lend him your expertise, show him some of the cool things we’ve been working on with the new game. I’m counting on you.” You nod, following behind the boss to the conference room, Yoongi not far behind. “Taehyung, this is Y/N, and this is Yoongi, he’s in graphics. They are actually on a team together working on the new game.” Your face drops as Taehyung greets you with a smile. “What the fuck?” Yoongi whispers under his breath. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m excited to help out.” “Taehyung here is my soon to be son in law.” You and Yoongi both look at each other and then to Taehyung. “Now I trust you will take good care of him Y/N. Yoongi, you can get to work. Have a good day everyone.” Your boss walks out, leaving the three of you to stare at one another. “Hello Jagi.” “Don’t call her that.” Yoongi all but growls. “Min Yoongi, right? Nice to see you again. I thought I heard him say you could get to work, no?” Taehyung smirks at Yoongi. You turn to face Yoongi, who is staring daggers into Taehyung. “Please, just go. Its ok. I’m fine.” He shrugs and pulls you towards him. Your body tenses. “You know I don’t trust that guy.” He whispers. “I know but let’s not draw unneeded attention to ourselves. You can trust me. Come on Yoongi, don’t tell me your jealous?” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood but soon stop once you notice Yoongi’s stern face. “You have absolutely no reason to be jealous Yoongi.” He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch yeah?” He looks you over. “Uh, I don’t know. I have to train him and show him what Becca has been working on.” You tell him. “Yeah, and you have to eat.” Yoongi snaps. The jealousy in Yoongi causes you alarm, he always seems so confident, you couldn’t imagine him being threatened by another man. You give him a smile, hoping it will help him feel more comfortable. “Don’t smile at me like that. This isn’t a game. I’ll see you at lunch.” Yoongi declares, giving Taehyung a dirty look before walking off.  

You turn to face Taehyung, “Did I hear that right? Did he say soon to be SON in law?” Taehyung nods. “So, all this time the woman you were fucking behind my back was my boss’ daughter?” “I didn’t know that then Jagi. I only just realized,” You laugh at his words, “You have to believe me.” He urges, moving towards you. “I don’t have to do anything.” “Tell me Jagi, is that Min Yoongi your boyfriend now?” “And if he is?” You cross your arms. “Has he told you then?” “Told me what?” “That he slept with my fiancé?” You heart drops to the pit of your stomach. “He mentioned that he had a one-night stand with the boss’ daughter.” “Yeah, well, imagine my surprise when she threw it my face that she too had an affair. We had a terrible fight, and she says to me that I’m not the only one with prospects. Then she gives me a name, Min Yoongi, and at first, I’m trying to figure out where I know the name from. Well, when it hit me, I was shocked to say the least Jagi.” “Hurts doesn’t it? Getting cheated on?” You spew. “It does. What hurts more though is doubting whether the child your fiancé is carrying is yours. Tell me Jagi, how well do you really know him? I told you I had a bad feeling about him. You shouldn’t trust him.” Tears burn at the back of your eyes and you begin to stutter. “No, you're wrong. It’s your baby.” You say shakily. Taehyung says nothing, instead just shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom.” You run out of the conference room and straight to the bathroom. Once locked in you begin to quietly sob. Surely Yoongi would’ve mentioned impregnating some girl, wouldn’t he? You keep your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries. You soon gather yourself, checking your makeup in the mirror. “I won’t let him do this to me. Not anymore.” You say to yourself in the mirror. You escape the restroom and head to your desk to find Taehyung already seated at Rebecca’s desk. “I didn't mean to upset you. Look, he doesn’t know about us, my father-in-law I mean. I’d like to keep it that way.” You nod. “Sure. I'll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours shut, about Yoongi and I.” He eyes you suspiciously. “So, he is your boyfriend?” “I never said that. Now, Let’s focus on your training.” You clear your throat and turn to your computer, an alert popping up on the screen.

Minyoon93: How’s it going? I figure we go out for lunch today. BBQ place? I'll grill you a nice steak.

You sniffle a bit reading Yoongi's message. Your heart pounding thinking of what Taehyung alleged. “I could definitely go for some BBQ.” Taehyung says, reading over your shoulder. You close the window off. “What are you doing? You are not coming to lunch with us. Go back to your station.” You suck your teeth at him. “Oh, Jagi but I am, you didn’t think I took this position because of you, did you? No, it’s because I intend to make Min Yoongi’s life a living hell. I’m going to make things so bad for him, he won’t make it to launch. So,” He leans in close, hate in his eyes, “write him back and tell him you’d love to join him for lunch. Let’s say around noon.” He smiles, moving back towards Rebecca’s desk. “And if I don’t?” He snorts at your attempt to boldness. “Then I tell your boss all about you and Yoongi and we both know how bad he’s been itching to fire his ass.” “Who are you Kim Taehyung? I feel like I never knew you at all.” Taehyung gives you a thin smile. “I’m sorry Jagi. I wish you weren’t involved but since you are all I can ask is that you stay out of my way.” You immediately feel sick to your stomach, had you truly not known Taehyung at all? You needed to warn Yoongi without potentially ruining his position here at work.

Noon rolls around and Yoongi arrives promptly to pick you up. “Lunch time already? Time flies when you have an amazing teacher training you all day.” Taehyung stretches, smiling brightly at Yoongi. “Sorry friend, you're not invited.” He informs Taehyung, reaching out his hand for you to grab. “Oh, Jagi invited me. Didn't want me to feel left out. This wasn't a date was it?” He chuckles. Yoongi shoots you an annoyed look and starts for the elevator without you. You roll your eyes at Taehyung who wiggles his brows at you, following you to the elevator. “BBQ, right?” Taehyung asks. No one responds but you watch as Yoongi white knuckles the grab bar in the elevator. You all exit, you and Yoongi walking ahead. “It's not what you think, he’s got this vendetta against you. We need to find time to talk alone.” You whisper to Yoongi. “You ruined any chance of that by inviting him.” Yoongi whispers back. “Secrets?” Taehyung asks, shoving between the two of you. “Just asking Yoongi if he's finished with my notes on the new levels.” You offer. Taehyung nods, opening the door to the restaurant. “So, how long have you two been dating?” Taehyung asks once you've been seated. Yoongi chuckles, clearly pissed off. “We aren't dating.” You cut in, getting a look of disdain from Yoongi. You realize your mistaken and go to reach for his hand, but he pulls it under the table. “How long are you temping for?” Yoongi asks Taehyung. “Through launch. Rebecca being out throws a wrench in things for my father-in-law, so I was asked to help out.” “I didn't know you gamed. You look like one of those stock guys.” Taehyung laughs at Yoongi’s assumption. “Yeah, I get that a lot. You, on the other hand, look like a gamer. Shaggy hair, rocker clothes, you look like you don't really put much effort into anything but sleeping and gaming. I, on the other hand, love gaming, gaming is how I met Y/N. I guess we have that in common.” “We do have that in common. Although don't let my look fool you. I put all my effort into everything I do. Right kitten?” You look up at Yoongi and can feel your face turn red. You clear your throat and begin to stutter. You tuck your hair behind your ear, happy to see the waitress arrive. Taehyung does the honor of ordering, while Yoongi starts the grill. “So, tell me friend, what's the real reason you took this position? I know it isn't because you wanted to be helpful to your father-in-law.” Yoongi leans back in his seat.

Taehyung gives Yoongi a wide smile. “You’re right. I could care less about this stupid launch. I'm here because of you.” Yoongi scoffs, “Because of me? And why exactly is that?” “Did you know?” Yoongi's brow furrows and he can't help but stifle a chuckle. “Know what exactly?” “Did you know she was pregnant when you fucked her?” Your eyes shoot open as Taehyung stares pure hatred at Yoongi. You look between both men, waiting nervously for an answer. Yoongi sighs, crossing his arms, looking over to you then back to Taehyung. “Yes.” He says plainly. You gag on your own saliva, covering your gasp with your hand. “You fucking asshole!” Taehyung jumps over the table to grab at Yoongi. You shout as he knocks over the beverages. Yoongi shoves Taehyung back into his seat. “She knew you were cheating,” Yoongi shouts, “She slept me with to get back at you.” “I should kill you.” Taehyung seethes. “Yoongi, how could you? She was pregnant with another man's child.” You whimper, tears forming. “She wasn't far along and anyway she told me after we were done. Look, I never said I was Saint ok. I didn't know Taehyung was her fiancé or your ex. I don't owe any of you anything.” You let a tear fall. “You're right. You don't owe me anything.” “I told you he was no good Jagi.” Taehyung comforts you by taking your hand. “That's rich coming from the cheating ex.” “You may not owe her anything Yoongi, but you owe me everything and everything I will have. It's going to bring me such pleasure watching you lose it all. Come Jagi, let’s get out of here.” You stand with Taehyung, Yoongi jumping up. “You’re not leaving with him, Y/N.” “Will you stop her? Please, I dare you to try.” Taehyung taunts. “I don't owe you anything Yoongi.” You spat, leaving the restaurant with Taehyung, not looking back when you hear a fist collide with a wall.

You hadn't bothered to talk to Taehyung since lunch and he didn't bother you, instead working quietly at Rebecca’s desk. You hadn't noticed either, if Yoongi walked in, too immersed in your levels to pay attention, your heart still breaking over his words at lunch. ‘I don't owe any of you anything.’ Sure, you guys weren't anything official, but his lack of empathy was what truly hurt you. How could he be so cold?

Minyoon93: We need to talk kitten. Please.

You look over your shoulder to find Taehyung focused on his computer screen, happy your headphones were on to keep the alert from sounding out loud in the small space you both shared.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I’m not interested honestly, besides what happened to not owing anyone anything?

Minyoon93: I felt cornered, I’m sorry, please, please let's talk.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I can't right now but I’ll stop by later with my notes.

Minyoon93: I'll be waiting.

“Jagi.” Taehyung's voice causes you to jump. “What?” You spin around after closing the chat window quickly. “I'm done with these levels you gave me if you want me to move on I can.” You simply nod, having gave Taehyung other games to work on. “Hey,” He rolls towards you, “I'm sorry about lunch. I know you liked that guy but it's better to find out early that he's a scum bag. Just between us, you didn't sleep with him, did you?” “That's none of your business. Just focus on your work.” You snap. Taehyung smirks at you causing your blood to boil, knowing he knows the answer to his question simply from your body language. After all these years he could still read you like a book. “I’m glad Jagi. He doesn’t deserve to know you intimately.” You snarl at him with anger in your eyes. “I never said we weren’t intimate. We just haven’t slept together. Did you think you’d be the only man in my life forever Kim Taehyung?” You stand grabbing your notes from your desk. “I’m going to drop these off. I’ll be back.” Taehyung stands with you. “I’ll come along.” He offers. “No! Thank you.” You throw your hand up causing him to take his seat. You release a proud huff and walk off towards Yoongi’s desk. You stand behind him for a moment and chuckle to yourself as you watch his leg shake frantically whilst he chews at his fingernails. “Nervous?” You whisper. He looks over towards you, dropping his hand from his mouth, and standing. He goes to reach for you but stops himself, looking around instead. “I’m sorry about lunch. I shouldn’t have said what I said. You deserve an explanation. I don’t want us to start things off on a bad foundation. I’m not a bad guy. If you just give me a chance to show you.” You lift your hand, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet him. “Now isn’t a good time for this. There’s too much going on and too many people around. Let’s talk later. You can drive me home.” He nods at you, pressing his lips into your finger. You hand him your notepad. “Levels 11 through 20 are done.” You say with a large grin. “You’re awesome. I’ll go over these now.” He takes the notepad and drops it on his desk. You turn to walk off but Yoongi grabs your hand, tugging you back. “No one's looking, kiss me, please. I want to feel your lips against mine.” You feel your face flush, darting your head around to see if indeed no one was looking. “I’m still mad at you.” You whisper, leaning towards him. “I know kitten, I know.” You gently press your lips to his, instantly swept up in his commanding mouth. You moan softly causing him to bite on your lip as you part. “I have to go. We’ll talk later.” You lick your lips, walking off.

At 5pm Yoongi arrives at your desk with notes in hand, “All done.” You look up at him with a small grin. “Wow. That was fast! I think one quick look at everything, and we may be ready to present to the boss for review week.” Yoongi nods, looking over at Taehyung who is clearly immersed in your conversation. “You guys make a great team!” Taehyung chimes in after a moment of silence. “Yeah well, it's time to go so, are you ready?” Yoongi asks you cautiously, side eyeing Taehyung. You nod, straightening out your desk before standing to leave. “Have a goodnight you two.” Taehyung smiles, waving you both off. You both get into the elevator and you can feel the tension building between you and Yoongi. “That was odd, no?” You ask. “It was. I don’t trust him. He’s up to something. I don’t think we should touch or talk much until we are out of the building.” Yoongi whispers. You nod, following behind him to his car. You both sit in silence for a while as he drives you home. “So, you wanted the chance to explain yourself.” You start. Yoongi sighs. “What I did with Taehyung’s fiancé, that was stupid. I truly had no clue who she was to him or you or any of this. She was beautiful and she flirted with me. I had already taken her to my place when she told me she had a boyfriend. I wanted to stop everything right then and there, but she was adamant about getting him back for cheating on her. She said she found things in his phone and she was really hurt. I guess I felt bad which is horrible to say and so I slept with her. It was after we, well you know, that she told me she was pregnant. She was only a few weeks then. She had just found out, she was emotional, embarrassed. I was so angry at her for not telling me before, not truly giving me an opportunity to say no in the matter. She said she knew I wouldn’t sleep with her if I knew. Look, I’m sorry. I get it if you don’t want to continue to see me or whatever. Just know my feelings for you haven’t changed.” You swallow hard, thinking about everything he just said. You wanted to be mad, hell you couldn’t help the fact that you were jealous, but in this moment, you could tell he was being honest, and you wanted nothing more than to forgive him. However, you had questions, so many questions. “You can ask me whatever you want kitten. I’m an open book for you.” He replies as if reading your mind. “Did you use protection?” He smirks at the question. “Of course, I did. I always use protection.” You nod. “Did you like it?” You immediately slap your forehead the minute the question leaves your mouth. He full on laughs now. “It's ok, don’t be embarrassed. Its normal to feel jealous. I’d be lying if I said Taehyung being around didn’t make me jealous.” You look over at him in confusion. “Really?” “Hell yeah really. He’s extremely handsome, and he’s literally the only man to have made love to you. Of course, I’m jealous.” You smile to yourself. “You don’t need to be jealous. I think your handsome, sexy even.” He smirks. “Thank you, kitten. To answer your question, full disclosure, yes, I enjoyed it but what man doesn’t really enjoy sleeping with a beautiful girl? Besides, it’s not how I enjoy being with you. It's different being with you. You make me feel like I can love again you know. Like there is more out there for me. Anyway, you don’t have to be jealous of anyone from my past. None of that matters for me. All I can think about is you, us.”

He pulls into your parking garage and parks, looking over at you. “Any other questions? Anything you want to just know?” “Do you want to come up? We can make up.” You lick your lips suggestively with a shrug. He chuckles, pressing his folded hands into his crotch. “I do but I won’t. Not yet kitten. It's not right just yet.” You reach your hand over, under his linked fingers, and palm his growing erection. He groans quietly and you feel your pussy moisten. “I want to make you feel good. What’s not right about that? I want to suck your cock daddy, please.” He sucks in a breath at your brazen comment. “Damn kitten, you shouldn’t tease me like that.” “I’m not teasing. God you don’t know how often I dream about you; how bad I want you? Do you wanna know what I dreamt about just last night?” You whisper, cupping Yoongi’s balls and giving them a good squeeze. You lean in and kiss his open pout softly, “Do you want me to show you daddy?” You moan into his mouth. He raises his hand into your hair and grips tightly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You mewl at his desperation, reaching to undo his belt. He stops you, causing you to whimper. “Not yet baby but soon I promise. I want all of you, but it has to be right. When you’re ready to be mine completely.” You sit back in your seat and pout. “Don’t do that baby. You know how I find it irresistible.” He leans over and kisses you again, the same thought passing through your head; Be BRAVE.

You spring forward, sure not to break the kiss, climbing over the gear shift and into Yoongi’s lap. He moans as you dig your hands into his hair, tugging on his soft shaggy locks. He grips your waist tightly, dragging you along his erection. “This time we’re both gonna cum.” You tease, catching his bottom lip in your teeth and tugging. He groans at your sudden rough behavior, even you are surprised at yourself, but you needed him so badly. The thought of him leaving right now, jealously over another woman, and all the stress of having Taehyung around was slowly building up inside you and all you wanted was this man and the sweet release you knew he could bring you. You grind down shamelessly over and over in his lap, moaning out like a true kitten in heat. You feel yourself moisten under his heated gaze, his cheeks flushed, his hands only gripping tighter and tighter on your hips. “You need to know now; I’m not going to cum Kitten.” He pants. You smirk, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your sheer bra. He looks over your breast, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples pressing against their soft barrier. “You sure about that daddy?” You mewl, releasing one of your tits, tugging and twirling your bud in your hand. “Fuck.” He whispers, tossing his head back against the headrest. You feel his cock twitch beneath you and it only motivates you to grind harder against him. “You’re going to cum!” You almost threaten. He gives you a slick smile, leaning forward to plant kisses along your neck. Once he reaches your ear, he whispers softly to you, “Don’t test me kitten. You’re not in charge here.” You whimper at the feel of him bite down on your earlobe, slowly making his way back down your neck, collar bone, and to your exposed breast. He bites the bare flesh hard causing you to cry out. He soon suckles at the spot, creating a dark purple mark. “Yoongiiii, don’t.” You pout. “Mm, but you look so sexy with my mark on you. I’m going to have so much fun leaving marks all over you.” He teases, licking at your nipple through hooded eye lids. You groan at the sight, gasping at the feel of Yoongi shifting below you to press his thigh between your legs. “How about instead of stopping this all together, daddy lets you fuck yourself on his thigh? Let me see your gorgeous fucked out face.” He pants from between your cleavage, slowly rubbing his button nose between your mounds.

You lean back slightly, shoving your breast further into his face, feeling safe wrapped in his arms as you grind against his clenched thigh. Your clit burns with need as you press her firmly against him, grinding unabashedly once again. He soon begins panting with you, watching you closely as you bring yourself closer and closer to climax. Your core soon burns with your impending orgasm. You rock harder against him, feeling the car shake with your every motion. You notice the windows have fogged over, your belly tightening and your skin goosing. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy.” You throw your head back, hit with the hot waves of your climax. Your cunt trembles with every gasp and you can feel you’ve soaked through your dress pants. You slowly stop your movements and lower your head to meet Yoongi’s gaze. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He declares, taking you by the mouth into a powerful kiss. “I want more. I want you.” You whisper into his mouth, tugging at his belt. He smirks. “Soon kitten. Very soon. I promise.” He kisses you on the cheek softly when a hard knock on the window causes you both to jump. You yank your shirt closed, leaping towards the passenger seat. “It’s ok kitten. Calm down.” You nod, frantically buttoning your shirt. Yoongi rolls down the window to find the parking attendant standing beside him. “Sir, do you live here?” “Uh, no, I was just dropping off my girlfriend who does live here.” “Alright well, there’s no loitering. So, I have to ask you to leave.” Yoongi nods, hitting the button to pull the window back up. “Girlfriend huh?” You smile. “Didn’t know what else to say. No pressure. I should get going though. I can pick you up in the morning. We can drive in to work together.” “I’d like that.” You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You go to leave but turn to Yoongi again. “We have to be careful at work. I’m afraid for you, for us. Taehyung isn’t going to let things go quietly. We should try to keep the peace.” He nods. “I know baby and I agree but let’s not worry about that. Let’s just get through this launch and soon he will be out of our hair. It's going to be ok. I promise.” You nod at Yoongi’s confidence, leaning in to kiss him goodbye once more. He rubs his fingers along your cheek gently and you exit the car and head up to your apartment.

The following morning, you’re beaming as you head downstairs to meet Yoongi. He’s parked out front, patiently waiting for you. “Morning.” You greet, hopping into the car. “Morning kitten!” He beams, leaning over to kiss you. He points to the cup holders between you and you smile wide at the sight of fresh coffee. “You’re too sweet but I think it was my turn to get the coffee this morning.” He shakes his head. “I'll never let you pay for anything again.” You blush a bit at his comment, hiding behind your coffee cup as you sip. “You look great by the way.” You take note of his dangling earrings, ripped blue jeans, black button down, and red and black bomber. He looks down at himself and shrugs. “You look better baby. God, I love those fucking cardigans.” You roll your eyes at him, yanking at the collar of your bright yellow buttoned up cardigan to reveal you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. He sucks in a breath before licking his lips. “Every day is a surprise with you Kitten. I gotta say I am enjoying discovering all your pretty layers. Never a dull moment.” You giggle now. “So, how was your evening? You know after you left me?” He smiles wide at your question, revealing his gums. “Didn't I tell you if you want to ask me something, you’re just going to have to come right out and ask it?” He gives you a sinful smile now. You feel your cheeks flush and you shrug. “Say what you need to say kitten.” You take a deep breath and release a slow sigh. “Did you make yourself cum thinking of me last night?” You whisper. “Did you want me to?” “You can't answer my question with a question.” You whine. He looks you over and you do your best to avoid eye contact. He grabs your chin now, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I didn't,” He smirks, leaning to whisper in your ear, “I'm saving it all for your greedy cunt.” He straightens up, checking his mirrors before driving while you sit in shock, your pussy tightening with need. You begin to stutter but can't find the words. “Let's get going before we end up being late.” You swallow hard and just nod, collecting your thoughts. “We should maybe do something this weekend. I mean, outside the office, like normal people.” You clear your throat, nervously awaiting his response. “So, like a date?” He looks at you briefly, to wink and then back at the road. “Yeah, like a date. You can meet my cat.” “Oh, I’ve met your cat baby.” You suck your teeth, swatting at his arm, soliciting a cute chuckle from him. “I’m kidding baby, of course we can do something this weekend. Anything you want.” “Good, I’ll look into some things and let you know over lunch.” “You got it kitten.”

“Good morning you two.” Taehyung greets from Rebecca’s desk as you both approach. “I’ll see you at noon.” Yoongi whispers, tugging at your pinky before walking off to his desk. “Morning Tae. How was your evening?” You inquire, taking your seat. “Informative and yours?” You look at him now with suspicion in your eyes. “What’s going on Taehyung? You’ve been, I don’t know, too nice.” He purses his lips slightly and shrugs. “I don’t know what you mean Jagi. I’m sorry you feel that way.” “Don't bullshit me ok! You came in all guns blazing about how you were going to ruin Yoongi’s life and now suddenly, its great teamwork and good mornings? What's going on?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “You really need to calm down Jagi. You’re too wound up. I don’t ever recall you being this way when we were together.” He runs his fingers down your arm and you quickly swat his hand away. “Don't touch me.” He nods. “We should get to work. Lot’s to do today.” He turns to his computer, covering his ears with his headphones.

Y/L/N/Birth year: Taehyung is definitely up to something. In other news, I looked up and reserved a slot for us at the art museum. Not sure if you're into that stuff but I figure it would be fun. Saturday at noon, I know you're not an early bird. Let me know what you think.

Minyoon93: Hold onto your seat Kitten cause I have a huge surprise for you...I love art!! Ha-ha, I can't wait to spend the day with you. Sounds great to me! In other news (imagining your cute voice saying this), don’t stress the ex!! We can worry about him another time. He isn't significant. Lunch on me today. ;-*

Your heart beamed reading Yoongi’s message and you tried to remember the last time it was that you felt this enamored with someone. “Jagi,” Taehyung’s voice crawled up your spine like a snake, “I am all done with these levels also. What would you like me to start on next?” You turn to him and rummage through the items on Rebecca’s desk. “Peter is the graphics guy working with Rebecca on these levels, you can walk over your notes to him and then start on this next.” You hand him another thumb drive with a different game. He nods with a smile. “Is it ok to wait till the end of the day to drop it off? I want to give everything to him all at once.” “Sure. Whatever you’d like.” You smile and turn back to your desk, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something is wrong.

At just about 10am, you receive an email from the boss about a ‘Launch Team Lunch’ at noon. “There go my lunch plans.” You whisper to yourself. At just before noon, you make your way to the conference room, where there is a huge spread of sushi and salad for the team. “Hey there gorgeous.” Yoongi whispers in your ear. You turn to face him, and he winks at you. “Guess we will have to settle for seeing each other after work.” You whisper to him. He nods, grabbing some food and following you to the table to sit down. Your boss soon enters. “Welcome team! I am happy to announce that many of you have finished the levels that you have been working on and I am beyond proud of the work we have all come together to accomplish. With that being said, please take this lunch as just a token of my appreciation. Monday is final review, Wednesday is submission day, and Friday will be a fabulous launch party. Everyone is invited!” Everyone in the conference room erupts into applause at the news. “I am very excited to get this game out to the public and the higher ups are excited to close this deal! Y/N! Yoongi! Amazing teamwork, you two were the first two to get everything done so I am most proud of the two of you. I expected nothing less. Yoongi, please stay after work today for your annual review. That’s all people, enjoy lunch and let's get this game to launch!” Everyone claps again as the boss exits the room. “Should I be concerned about this review?” You lean over and ask Yoongi. He shakes his head, shoving a roll in his mouth. “Same thing every year. Work on your lateness, be more respectful of your workplace, keep up the good work. Its fine kitten. Don’t worry.” He swallows with a nod. You nod with him but again can't shake this feeling. “How will you get home?” He breaks through your thoughts, wiping his mouth. You chuckle, “Uh, public transportation, same way I did before you started driving me.” “Alright, well, I’ll call you later after I’m done here and pick you up tomorrow for our date.” “Sounds like a plan.” “Wanna sneak out? Go to my car? We have some time left and I can go for some dessert.” He licks his lips, looking up at you from under his bangs. “What are you thinking? The coffee shop.” You say brightly, sitting up. He smiles at you and shakes his head. “Come. Let’s go.” He gets up and walks out, you following behind him. You both move quickly out of the office and to the elevators, making your way through the garage to Yoongi’s car. You walk over to passenger side and furrow your brow at Yoongi who makes his way behind you. “What are you doing?” He raises his eyebrows, opening the back door and taking you by the hand to lead you to the back seat. You can’t help but laugh as he helps you take a seat, looking around before he climbs in beside you. “Yoongi, what are we doing? I thought you wanted to grab dessert.” He tilts his head at you as realization crosses your face. “Lie back baby.” He whispers. You slide back slightly and lie across the back seat. Yoongi looks over your body, turning to lean on his knees, grabbing your right leg and crossing it to the other side of his body. “Yoongi.” You swallow hard, feeling yourself clench around nothing. “Shh, I got you baby.” He says, gripping your thigh to pull your body down towards his. You squeal a bit as he covers your body with his, wrapping his lips around yours.

You moan wrapping your arms around his neck while shoving your tongue in his mouth. He slides his hand up and gently squeezes your breast before making his way back down your body, his hands playfully exploring your body, landing on the button of your dress pants. He unbuttons them with ease, tugging down the zipper, and pushing his hand into them to squeeze your thick mound. You groan, thrusting forward, desperate for friction. He soon lifts his hand up slightly to tuck his hand into your panties, gliding his middle finger along your slit. “Damn kitten. I haven’t even touched you yet and already you’re soaked.” He licks at your earlobe. “God, you don’t know how bad I want you.” You tremble under his touch. He chuckles against your ear, making his way to your neck, using his slender fingers to part your lips to coat his tips in your arousal. He pulls his fingers from your pants and shoves them in his mouth. “Delicious.” He pants, lifting off you to tug your pants and panties off. You gasp at the cold seat touching your ass. He continues to yank until the garments are off completely, sinking between your legs. “Oh, fuck, Yoongi! People will see us.” You try lifting your head until you feel Yoongi glide his tongue through your slit. “Oh fuck!” You cry out. Yoongi grips your thighs, latching on to your needy clit and slurping luridly on it. You cry out curses amazed at how quickly you can foresee this ending. He soon wiggles his head, using his nose to dig deeper into your cunt. You moan and groan as he bobs his head up and down your inner and outer folds, nibbling and suckling until he finds your entrance.

Your back arches as he growls, quickly entering you with his tongue, fucking you with rapid thrusts. You slowly begin to grind against his face, spreading your legs wide with the desperate need to have your clit massaged. Yoongi picks up on your cues and begins to suck your labia into his mouth, slowly making his way back up to your swollen bud. He looks up at you as he wraps his mouth around your clit again. You cry out under his gaze, the sweet feeling of figure eights activating all your nerve ending. He pants against your sex switching now between figure eights and suckling, sending your senses to over drive as you feel your walls clench and your belly tighten. “I’m gonna cum soon daddy. It feels so fucking good.” He smirks against your pussy, bringing a hand over to slowly dip his first two fingers in and out of your entrance while still servicing your clit. Your thighs begin to shake with the feeling of that coil deep inside you twisting tightly. “Daddy.” You pant over and over, your eyes rolling back when you feel him enter you fully with his fingers, curling them to meet your g-spot. Your coil soon shatters, a scream escaping your throat, your body trembling uncontrollably with the most intense orgasm coursing through you. Yoongi continues to rub and kiss your cunt until your body stops trembling, only lifting his head when you’ve seemed to calm. “How’s that for more?” He smiles, licking your arousal from his face. “That was amazing.” You lull, giggling with your hands over your face. He grabs your pants and assist you in putting them on in the tight space. You soon lean over to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“When do I get to repay the favor?” You ask, reaching down between his thighs. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “Soon baby.” He says, looking to his watch. “Why won't you let me do anything to you?” He looks at you confused. “You do so much to me baby.” “I mean fuck you. Suck you off. Jerk you off anything.” He laughs wide, his face dropping when he realizes you’re not joking around. “Oh kitten, come on. I just want to enjoy you. Besides, why do we need to rush? You really do, do so much to me and for me that’s enough.” You scoff. Exiting the car. Yoongi soon follows behind you. “Kitten, please, don’t be upset.” “You don’t want me to touch you. Why?” You poke his chest now. “I do, believe me I do. I want all of you. Do you think I don’t want to be inside of you already? I just want it to be right.” “You’re hiding something, and I am sick to death of people hiding things from me.” You start to stomp off, stopping for a minute when you hear something clatter in the distance. “What was that?” You whisper. “What,” Yoongi asks, looking around, “I didn’t hear anything.” You roll your eyes and continue to the elevators. “Kitten, I promise, it’s not what you think. Please, trust me ok. I would never hurt you or hide anything from you on purpose.” You shrug and look him over. “Whatever.” He sighs, pinching his nose as the elevator doors open and you both enter. He swallows hard, looking up at the cameras, “I promise kitten. It's nothing bad. I really like you. Please, don’t be upset with me. Say you’re not mad or else I’m going to kiss you right here and now in this elevator and I don’t care who sees.” You look at him with narrowed eyes. He lifts his head to the cameras again then to you, raising his brows. You sigh. “That’s blackmail you know.” He shrugs. “Fine. I’m not mad. I do trust you. It's just…waiting sucks.” He nods and smiles just as the elevator opens on your floor. “The wait is almost over. I’ll call you tonight kitten.” You nod at him, heading to your desk.

You sigh to yourself, noticing Taehyung missing from his desk, wondering if he is in the conference room grabbing food for himself. You look over your cubicle to see if you catch a glimpse of him down the hall. “What are we looking for?” His voice creeps from behind you. You yelp at his unexpected pop up. “Where were you?” You question, holding your chest. “Grabbing lunch.” He smiles, holding up a delivery bag. He walks past you and plops down in Rebecca’s seat, unloading his lunch. You eye him suspiciously before taking your own seat and continuing your last minute projects.

Minyoon93: Get home safe Kitten.

Y/L/N/Birth year: You too. Can’t wait to have naughty phone sex later. LOL.

Minyoon93: O_O I’ll be sure to make this thing brief.

You log off soon after and head home. By 7:30pm you’ve showered, ate, fed Frenchie, and are on your bed waiting for Yoongi’s call.

*8:00pm*

*8:45pm*

*10:20pm*

“Alright, what the hell?” You mumble, picking up the phone and calling Yoongi instead. It rings and ring until, “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “Hey its me. Um, I guess your meeting ran late or something and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I guess around 10ish. We can grab coffee. My treat! Um, have a goodnight and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, sorry, I said that already. Hope you’re OK. I’m sure you are. OK. Goodnight. Bye.” You sigh deeply, hanging up the phone, lying back in bed with a heavy feeling in your chest. Would he really not call if he said he was going to? Oh well, he would surely explain in the morning.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You rise early to get in a shower and get pretty for your first date in forever. After checking your phone, you see no missed calls but either way its no big deal to you. By 10am, with no call or sign of Yoongi you decide to call again. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi….” *BEEP* “Hey sleepy head! I hope you set an alarm. I don’t want to miss our time slot so I think I’ll just head over to the museum and just meet you there. When you get this just go straight to the museum. See you soon. Bye.”

11:45am and still no sign of Yoongi, you clear your throat of the giant lump forming as you make one final attempt at reaching out. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “You know if you didn’t want to come on the date you could’ve just told me instead of standing me up. Anyway, sorry to, I don’t know why I’m apologizing. Goodbye Yoongi.” You hang up and walk up to a couple making their way towards the entrance. “Excuse me! Did you guys get tickets yet?” “Not yet.” The young lady says. “Well, you’re in luck. I won’t make it in. Enjoy.” You hand over your tickets and smile wide as they thank you and walk off.

*Mreooowwwwww*

Frenchie greets you as you walk through your front door, tears streaming down your face. You plop down on your couch unable to stop the sobs that escape your throat. Frenchie hops up on the couch beside you, rubbing her body against your side to comfort you. Soon your phone buzzes and you shoot forward, yanking it out of your pocket. You suck your teeth as it lights up with the name Kim Taehyung. “What do you want?” You seethe into the phone. “Hello to you too! I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted to grab lunch.” You rub fresh tears from your eyes, silent on your end. “Jagi? You there?” “Where’s your wife?” You hear Taehyung chuckle. “Fiancé and she is at her parents' home. I told you we fought. She’s been taking time away. Anyway, it's just a lunch among friends. What do you say?” “I’m not in the mood but thank you.” *MREOOWWW* “Is that Frenchie? I’d love to see her. I could come by, bring mandu. What do you say?” You take a deep breath, mulling the idea over in your head. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Oh, come on. What do you have other plans? I’ll be by in about an hour. See you soon Jagi!” He hangs up before you can continue to protest.

In exactly one hour, he arrives with food in hand.  “Hi Jagi. You look nice. Did you go out?” He observes you in one glance as he enters. “I went for a walk this morning.” He drops the bag on the table and slides out of his coat, looking around the apartment, his eyes lighting up when he sees Frenchie hop up on the counter. “Hello my love.” He mews, walking over to her. Her eyes shrink as she hops on her hind legs, front paws in the air.... *HISSSSSSSSS*…. She drops down to the ground and scurries off to your bedroom. “What on earth was that?” He looks over at your bedroom in confusion. “You know she's temperamental. Besides, it's been a while since she last saw you. Just come eat.” You grumble, already helping yourself to a mouthful. Taehyung takes a seat across from you and reaches down to grab your foot from the ground. You flinch instinctively but he holds on tightly, slowly beginning to rub your foot. “Don't,” You whine, “It's inappropriate.” “Because of Yoongi?” He asks causing your heart to jump at the sound of Yoongi’s name. “Because of your soon to be wife!” You shout, yanking your foot from his grasp. “Its never stopped us before.” He smirks suggestively. You scoff, sitting up straighter in your seat. “What happened to wanting to do right by her?” He shakes his head. “You really know how to ruin a moment.” He says, focusing on his plate. You stand and head into the kitchen to grab water, taking a moment to calm your nerves, when you feel Taehyung press his chest against your back. He nuzzles into your hair, running his hand down your arm, slowly trailing kisses down your neck. You release a low sigh, exposing more of your neck for him, losing yourself in the moment. “Yoongi.” You whisper, feeling Taehyung’s body stiffen, his kisses stopping. He spins you to face him and you swallow hard reality hitting you. “He’s never going to touch you again Jagi. Not while I’m around. He doesn’t know you like I do. You’re caught under his spell, his ridiculous charm, but it’s all a façade. Let me show you that I can be all you want and need.” He kisses your lips softly, moving to your earlobe and placing a soft kiss there. “I can be your daddy.” You heart seizes in your chest. “What did you say?” You pull away from him. “What,” He replies puzzled, “Is something wrong?” You shove him away fully. “You need to leave Taehyung. I’m sorry but you have to go.” He shoves his hands in his pocket looking you over, giving a small nod. As he pulls on his jacket, he smiles at you, moving toward you to run his thumb along your bottom lip. “Your mine Jagi. Always and forever. I’ll see you Monday.” He turns and leaves not waiting for you to walk him out.

“Hello! Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Why didn't you call?” “I'm so sorry kitten…. I…. We…. just….” “What? I can't hear you. You're coming in and out. Yoongi? Hello?”

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You wake to your alarm with a gasp, snatching your phone from your side table to see no missed calls. You hop out of bed with a fire under your ass so great that you are showered and ready to go in 45 minutes. You opt for a skirt today with a low-cut tank top assisted by your best push up bra and a cardigan on top, open for dramatics. You arrive at work promptly at 9am and head straight to the conference room for your final submission to the boss. Your palms are sweaty as you anticipate Yoongi’s arrival. The door opens behind you and your boss walks in, assistant in tow. “Good morning Y/N, I see Yoongi is late but what's new?” You give a tight smile, your leg shaking frantically. At 9:15am, Yoongi strolls in and your cunt nearly bursts at the sight of him. He's wearing skintight black jeans and a white button down that's clinging to his damp chest, even his hair is damp, and you can't help noticing the bags under his eyes. He walks past you, sure to not make eye contact and takes a seat. “Yoongi, we just spoke about lateness.” Your boss scolds. “I apologize.” Yoongi grumbles. You suck your teeth and chuckle at his apology causing both Yoongi and your boss to look at you. “Something funny?” Yoongi snaps. “Just your blatant disregard for the people around you. Other than that, nope nothing.” You snarl. “You missed some buttons on that cardigan mother Teresa.” He clips, turning to face your boss. “Alright enough you two! Now, I’ve reviewed your work and it's amazing. All the kinks are out, and it's been approved by upper management. You guys have been greenlighted. So, you no longer have to work together. I am sure that makes you both happy. Great job to you both! I was very impressed by your dynamic so I may call on you two again to team up in the future. Now, get to work on the other projects you were working on and I will see you both at the launch party. Have a great day!” Your boss applauds you both as he walks out of the room, his assistant in tow. Yoongi sighs, standing to leave, as he walks toward the door you jump up and block his way. “Excuse me." He says dryly, eyeing your cleavage before looking away.

Your eyes shoot open at his disregard for your feelings. “You bastard!” You watch him swallow hard, but he says nothing. “I called you! I waited for you! I went to the museum like an idiot thinking you’d show! I was worried sick about you, and you come in today like what, like you don’t even know me? You owe me an explanation Min Yoongi!” You shout. His eye sink and cheeks flush. “I’m sorry but I shouldn’t have agreed to the date. Its better this way. Clean break.” Your breathing quickens and you begin to stutter. “I, clean break for who? I… I don’t understand. We, the car, and you, all those things you said. How could you do this to me? I let you touch me in ways no man has ever!” “Yeah well, there was a reason I never let you touch me ok and I just think it's better if we end things now before they get out of hand. Don’t make things harder than they need to be.” He snaps. You stutter, stumbling back a bit, reaching for a chair to steady yourself. His face softens and he moves toward you, taking you by the arm. “Hey, ok, wait. Take a deep breath, just relax ok.” You can’t help yourself; you lean towards him and fall into his arms. He tenses at first but slowly hugs you tightly, stroking your hair. “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this? I know you don’t mean this Yoongi. I know you care about me, about us.” You whisper into his chest.

“I’m sorry kitten but I don’t. I lied to you ok. I, I just wanted to fuck you.” You jump back, staring at what feels like a stranger. “Liar! If that was true, we would've fucked that first day, but we never did.” You cry, not bothering to stop the tears from falling. “Why do I need to lie? You practically threw yourself at me that day and I mean I’m a man. Why would I say no? Things were moving slow and I wanted to respect that, besides we had to make the most of working together but once I saw how caught up you got on me, well, honestly, I didn’t really want to get caught up in a relationship if you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted kitten.” He scratches at the back of his neck, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. ‘Perfect,’ you think to yourself as you cock your hand back and slap him hard across the face. Shock spreads across his face quickly as your handprint forms on his fair complexion. His rubs his cheek, nodding, and looking up at you with tears burning in his eyes. “Feel better now?” “I’d feel better to kick you right in the balls you piece of shit! I should've never let you touch me! You’re a pig Min Yoongi. You took advantage of me when you knew all along you had no intention of moving things further. I opened myself up to you. You should be ashamed of yourself! You’re just the same as Kim Taehyung. Lying snakes, the both of you.” You shout. “One day you'll know that's not true.” He responds, walking past you now, leaving you to cry alone.

“Morning Jagi. You ok? You look, drab?” You stare daggers at Taehyung as you enter your cubicle. You sit down at your desk, putting on your headphones and drowning him out. You spend the rest of the day this way. At the end of the night, you hop into the elevator to go home, sighing with relief as the doors begin to close. A hand catches the door before it can close completely and Yoongi walks in. He nods at you briefly and focuses on his phone. The elevator goes to close once more as another hand catches it. Taehyung enters and the two men give each other hateful looks. This time the elevator makes its way down. “So, Jagi, maybe I can stop by again to see you and Frenchie. I had fun this weekend with you. I missed spending time with you.” You cringe at his remark as you catch Yoongi look over at you both from the corner of his eye. You swallow nervously not sure how to respond. “Maybe.” You reply weakly. Yoongi scoffs, scrolling through his phone again. Taehyung looks over at Yoongi and stares at him suspiciously. “Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, never looking up from his phone. “Why are you leaving so early? Hot date?” Taehyung inquires and you feel your heart thrash in your chest. “No why? You offering,” Yoongi looks up now at Taehyung and then over at you, “Or is this a thing again?” Your eyes pop open. “No way! Taehyung is married.” You reply in shock. Yoongi nods, not breaking his gaze. “This is us Jagi.” Taehyung interjects as the elevator reaches the lobby. You nod, still looking at Yoongi as you exit.

“You should really stay away from that guy. Besides I hear he’s fooling around with a woman in graphics.” Taehyung says while opening the lobby door. “Who told you that?” “My father in law. He says he saw them canoodling at his desk, all giggles and whispers. I told he’s no good Jagi.” “You know your father in law is a liar. I wouldn’t go believing all the things he says. I have to go. Have a goodnight.” You hurry off down the street, pulling your phone out and dialing Yoongi’s phone. It rings and your heart pounds. “You have reached the voicemail box of Min Yoongi.” *BEEP* “You know if you were fooling around with someone else you could’ve told me. What’s her name? Did she know about me? I wish I never did those things with you. I hate you Min Yoongi!” You hang up and release an anguished shout.

The following day Taehyung convinces you to go to lunch with him. As he goes on and on about work and the launch and how much he is going to miss working with you, you feel your mind wander. You sit silently trying to recall all your moments with Yoongi, wondering what you missed, had it all been a lie? “Jagi.” You turn to face Taehyung with a hum and he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Your eyes pop open and you shove him away. “What are you doing?” “Were you even listening? I said I miss you and I still love you.” You begin to stutter, feeling your face flush, looking around for a waitress to come save you from this moment. As you scan the room you lock eyes with Yoongi, who’s staring at you from the register, food in hand. He looks almost defeated as he turns and walks out of the restaurant. “I... I don’t feel the same Taehyung. How can you even say these things, you’re getting married!” “I know but that doesn’t mean we have to stop seeing each other does it?” You cover your mouth to keep from gagging. “Oh, Taehyung. You are so pathetic for thinking that I could ever be someone’s second choice. This is done, for good. We can keep things professional but that’s it.” He shakes his head hard. “That’s not how this works Jagi. You are mine! Forever!” Your brow furrows at his reaction. “I belong to no one! Goodbye Kim Taehyung. I will see you back at the office.” You get up to leave and Taehyung jumps up shouting, “Hey! I’ll give you time to cool off, but I’d steer clear of pissing me off Jagi. I promise you’ll regret it.” You look around at the patrons all staring at you and leave.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

Yoongi shuffles in his seat, staring over the conference room table at Y/N. He groans under his breath staring at her soft mounds poke out the top of her tank top with every deep breath she pulls in. Every day this week she’s worn less and less. He rests his interlocked hands in his lap to hide his growing cock as it twitches in his jeans. She looks over at him through her peripheral vision and Yoongi can’t help but sit taller. She sits forward a bit and peels her cardigan off, exposing her lean arms. Yoongi sighs, unsure of how much more of this he can take. He knows she’s teasing him, wanting a reaction and boy if she only knew how he truly felt. How badly he just wanted to hop over this table and claim her mouth, just the thought of her gagging on his cock sent shivers down his spine, he was so tired of waiting. He had planned to make Saturday so special, it killed him to watch her cry on Monday as he lied about his feelings. Crushed him to know she was spending time with Taehyung.  Taehyung, that bastard, the one who started all this trouble, the reason for all this grief. Yoongi’s eyes scanned the room, stopping on Taehyung who lingered in the back of the conference room. He growled to himself, wishing his looks could kill right now as he stared pure death at Taehyung. Taehyung immediately feels Yoongi’s hatred, looking over and locking eyes with him. He gives Yoongi a smug grin before turning away. The same grin he gave Yoongi that night that changed it all for Him and Y/N. If only he could tell her the truth. He was doing this all for her.

Last Friday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

“Yoongi as you know you are an integral part of the team and we are happy to have you working here at the company! I have no real complaints about your work. I just need you to work on your lateness. As a part of said team you need to show up on time, all the time. The people who are here on time don’t like watching you stroll in like you own the place, got it? So, if you do me any favors this year, let that be it. Other than that, I have been speaking with upper management and we want to offer you a new position here, head of graphics, an increase in pay of 25%. I know it's a lot to ask but I hope you’ll say yes.” Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he leans forward, clearing his throat. “Wow, I am in shock sir. I honestly didn’t think you liked me.” The boss laughs loudly, slamming his hand on the table. “This isn't personal Yoongi. I like that you make me money and you're one of the best graphics guys around. You think I'd let you go off to some other company over petty nonsense or rumors? Look, take some time to mull it over. We can talk about it at launch. I have nothing else to cover. Do you have any questions for me?” “Uh no sir. Thank you.” Yoongi nods. “Alright then, have a great weekend!” The boss stands, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder on the way out. Yoongi sits for a moment alone, smiling wide at the offer he’s been given. He can't wait to call Y/N and tell her. He pulls his phone out of his pocket just as the conference room door opens.

“Good news?” Taehyung asks, walking in and taking a seat across from Yoongi. Yoongi sighs, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “As a matter of fact, it was.” Yoongi replies, standing now to leave. “Uh, before you go. I think we should talk.” Taehyung kicks his feet up on the conference room table. “And what would we ever need to talk about?” “Y/N.” Taehyung replies plainly. Yoongi scoffs, leaning on his hip and scratching his forehead. “When are you going to get it through your head? She doesn’t want to be with you. She’s moved on. Get over it, don’t you have someone to go home to?” Yoongi shakes his head in annoyance and turns to walk out again. “I hacked your computer. You wouldn’t believe what I found on there.” Yoongi freezes at Taehyung’s statement, turning to face him. “You're talking shit.” Yoongi drawls. “You sure about that.... daddy?” Yoongi’s face drops and he leans over the table. “Don't fuck with me Taehyung.” “On the contrary, don’t fuck with ME,” Taehyung drops his feet down off the table and sits upright, “Even better don’t fuck with my girl.” Yoongi laughs out loud. “Your girl? You're delusional and I'm done entertaining you.” Yoongi walks off, only stopping dead at the sound of Y/N’s soft moans, “I need your hands on me, right here, in my tight hole. I want to cum on your fingers. Please.... daddy.” Yoongi feels his blood boil. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.” Yoongi warns, racing to reach Taehyung who scurries to the other side. “It's intriguing to me that you would remove these from the main interface but keep them on your personal hard drive. I mean, I understand why of course. Even I rubbed one out a few times watching her come undone.” He laughs, running away from Yoongi as he tries to reach for Taehyung again, “I know what you’re going to say, it was your personal computer and I had no right, but you had it right there on your desk for any ole body to just grab. I couldn’t resist. Tell me friend how does she taste? It's been a while. Is she still as sweet as I remember?”

Yoongi growls, running at full speed, catching Taehyung by the throat. “I dare you to talk about her like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. Taehyung laughs, straining to speak “I don’t think you understand your position in this situation friend. I’m the one with the power here not you. Now, if you don’t want me to release that video or anything else to everyone in this office, including my father-in-law, you best let me go.” Yoongi squeezes harder before releasing Taehyung, who drops to the ground coughing. “What do you want for them? Money?” Yoongi asks. “No, I don’t want your money. I want her. So, what I want from you Yoongi, is to stop seeing her.” “Not gonna happen.” “Then I release everything, including your hot and heavy backseat session this afternoon.” Yoongi cocks back to punch Taehyung, who ducks down, walking backwards while speaking once more, “Or, you can break her heart now, walk away, and never see her again. It’s your choice.” “How could you ever say you love her and be willing to do this to her?” Yoongi asks, dropping his fist. “I’m doing this because I love her and because you don’t deserve her. So, do we have a deal?” Taehyung ask, putting his hand out for Yoongi to shake. Yoongi could feel the sting of tears in the back of his eyes. He didn’t want to give her up, but he cared about her too much to allow her life to be ruined because of his carelessness. “Promise not to hurt her or release the videos and we have a deal.” He whispers, shaking Taehyungs hand, sealing his fate.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

The meeting was over, and everyone was filing out one by one. Yoongi sprung up quickly to follow behind Y/N like a loyal puppy as she made her way over to the employee lounge. Yoongi popped a K-cup into the Keurig to make it seem as if he had reason to be in the lounge as well, watching her out the corner of his eye as she heated her morning coffee in the microwave. “What?” She snaps causing Yoongi to freeze in his spot. His brows shoot up towards the sky as he cautiously turns with a shrug. “What?” He throws back. “You keep staring at me. Why? What is it? If you have something to say just say it.” She spat at him. He had a million things to say, he just couldn’t say them. She shook her head at him as the microwave beeped. “Coward.” She says under her breath. “Tease.” He replies under his, unable to help himself. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. I know what you’re doing. Taehyung would be really upset to know you’re dressing like this to get a rise out of me.” She laughs out loud and it’s the sweetest thing Yoongi thinks he’s ever heard. “Fuck Taehyung and fuck you too.” She says with a sip of her coffee, heading for the exit. “Promise.” Yoongi grumbles. She scoffs, walking straight over to Yoongi, pressing her full breast into his chest. He bites down on his lip, gripping the counter behind him to keep himself from ravaging her right there. “You had your chance Min Yoongi and you ruined it. To think I was ready to lay it out for you raw in the back seat of your car. Silly me.” She whispers, pressing her body into his harder. Yoongi groans, leaning forward, so turned on by her, so desperately in need of her lips around his. She pouts at him, a sly smile creeping across her face before she licks his bottom lip. She soon digs her hands in his hair pulling him into a deep kiss, taking command of his mouth. She bites and sucks at his lips before suckling and swirling her tongue around his like a woman mad. When she breaks the kiss he leans forward, mouth open desperately trying to catch her tongue against his again, but she simply walks away with a giggle. “Enjoy your blue balls…. Daddy.” Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, feeling his pants tighten around his cock. She was going to be the end of him but if it meant he could have her then he was more than eager for his demise.

*LAUNCH DAY*

You stood before your mirror dressed in the skimpiest outfit you could find, a red mini dress with drape neck front. You unfortunately couldn’t wear a bra because the dress had your entire back exposed, but it didn’t bother you much. It was the exact look you were going for. You put on black strappy heels and to add just an extra bit of fuck you to your look you put on Yoongi’s diamond crusted choker. You look yourself over once more, nodding at the way the dress hugs your curves. “This is it.” You say to Frenchie, who is lapping at her nether regions with no shame. You add a bit of lip gloss and hail a cab.

You arrive at the event space, heading inside quickly to avoid the camera’s snapping photos outside. You grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking about and move about the party in search of a familiar face. Your heart begins slamming against its cage at the sight of Yoongi leaning against the windows, drinking you in. How long had he been there, you wondered, watching you? He looked amazing in all black with gold and silver designs glittering from his bomber jacket. You moaned to yourself, wishing you could walk over and latch onto his pout. You release a sigh and turn so your back side is facing him, looking over your shoulder briefly to see his sly smile. You bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud and walk off. “Y/N,” Your boss shouts greeting you with a smile, “My goodness, you are quite the sight tonight! Come we are all gathering in the back for a quick huddle.” “Sure.” You walk towards the back and light up at the sight of Rebecca in full on mermaid dress. She squeals when she sees you. “Oh my god! You look fabulous! I said be brave not shameful!” She laughs hugging you. “How are the kids? Is everything ok?” “Yes, thank goodness! How are you? I need to know everything. I saw Taehyung hanging about. What the hell is that about?” You roll your eyes. “Girl it is a long story to say the least. We need a weekend to fill in the blanks. I am just happy you're back. I missed you so much!” She hugs you again tightly. “And what about Hades over there?” She giggles. You look over to see Yoongi staring at you again. “I don't know,” You shrug, “It was good until it wasn’t. I am terrible at dating and picking guys it seems.” “Oh shush. It's not you, its them! It's too bad it didn’t work out with him. He looks like he eats pussy well.” Your eyes pop open and you both burst out laughing. “Be quiet! I'm sure he can hear you!” “Who cares?”

“Alright! Gather around everyone! I just want to take a moment to say how happy and proud I am that we were all able to come together and make this launch happen on such short notice! It truly speaks to the type of team we are and how well we all work together. Of all the gaming companies in all the world, I’ve got the best one! So, enjoy tonight, get drunk, get laid, just don’t let me hear about on Monday! Hear, Hear!” Your boss finishes his speech with a raise of his glass, and everyone hoots and hollers in response taking sips from their cups. You excuse yourself and tell Rebecca you are heading to the restroom, feeling a grab on the back of your arm. You turn to face Yoongi. “You look amazing.” “Thanks. You look good too.” He smiles and gives a nod before looking around. “Looking for someone?” You chime in, bringing his focus back to you. “No, you, always you. Tell me, did you dress like this for me or Taehyung?” He lifts his hand up to run his fingertips along the choker around your neck. “For myself.” You say with attitude, slapping his hand away. He nods. “So, you're over me then huh? Are you and Taehyung back together?” Your heart drops watching the sadness spread across his face. “You are truly an enigma Min Yoongi. You dumped me remember? What even is this? Guilt? Ego? I honestly can't do this with you. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” You turn and walk off. You push the door for the restroom and feel someone shove you in. “What the hell?” You spin and are met by Yoongi’s desperate lips. You melt into him, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away, looking you over, “What if I could fix everything? What if I had a solution to all our problems? All I need is to know that you still have feelings for me, that things haven't changed between us. Tell me kitten, do you still want me?” “Yoongi, you hurt me. All those things you said, they were awful....” “Do you? Yes or no?” He demands, cutting you off. You stutter a bit, feeling his arms tighten around you in the safest hug you’ve ever felt. “Yoongi. Of course, I still have feelings for you. I don’t think I ever stopped.” A small smile spreads across his face. “I’m gonna fix it baby. I’ll make it right. I promise. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I can make it better.” He kisses you again and you swear you feel all his emotion in this one kiss. He pulls away and hurries out of the bathroom. “Wait! What do you mean?” You yell but he is already gone.

You do your business and exit the restroom in search of Yoongi. “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask passersby, making your way through the party. You finally catch up to Rebecca “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask her. “Yeah, for a minute,” she looks around, “He grabbed the boss and walked off. Not sure where though. Is everything ok?” “Yeah, just something he said to me about fixing things. I just wanted to know what he meant.” She hums in contemplation. “Well don’t just stand here girl get your man.” You blink at her for a moment until she snaps her fingers in front of your face, urging you to go. You hurry along and bump right into the boss who looks lost in thought. “Oh, Y/N, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” “That’s alright. Have you seen Yoongi?” “Unfortunately, I have, he just quit.” “What?” You shout. “Yes, and I am very unhappy. If you’ll excuse me. I have to go find Taehyung.” He walks off like a man on a mission. “Taehyung?” You whisper to yourself, quietly following behind your boss. He spots Taehyung in the crowd, grabbing him by the back of the arm and leading him into the kitchen area. You sneak in behind a waiter, crouching down behind a counter, to snoop in on your boss and Taehyung. “Is it true? Are you blackmailing Yoongi?” The boss growls.

Taehyung’s brow furrows as he searches your bosses face for a bluff. “I’m not sure of what he told you sir, but he’s been breaking company policy by having interoffice relations with…” “I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing, and you shouldn’t either!” Your boss shouts, a gasp escaping your lips. “Do you have any idea what blackmail can do to a company like ours? You think people give a fuck about two consenting adults fucking after hours? Have you lost your mind? Your concern should be my daughter who has been staying with me and my wife for over a month while you worry yourself with Y/N and Min Yoongi! Is it true she is your ex?” He questions now, pacing a bit. Your heart slams heavily in your chest. “Is it? Answer me goddammit!” He shouts causing Taehyungs jaw to clench. “Yes.” Your boss growls into the space, his voice echoing back. “So, lets add conflict of interest to the list of shit you’ve dropped in my lap. You’re fired do you hear me. Your only concern from here on out is my daughter and the child she carries. If I ever hear about you or Y/N or Min Yoongi I swear to god, I’ll end you. Now delete any content you have pertaining to the two of them and put this thing to bed. Do you understand me?” “I don’t love her anymore, your daughter, or maybe I never did.” Taehyung responds lifting his head high. Your boss nods, running his hand through his hair before grabbing Taehyung by the collar tightly, pulling him close to his face. “I don’t give a shit if you love her or not. You will marry my daughter and be a good and loyal husband. My grandchild will not be a bastard nor my daughter a harlot. You were in love enough to do the deed, now seal the deal you coward. I expect my daughter home by Monday. Am I understood?” Taehyung nods and your boss releases him, marching off.

“Did you enjoy the show Jagi?” Taehyung says, fixing his suit, looking over in the direction of where you are hiding. You pop up quickly and just stare at him. “You left your wife? And what did he mean content? Were you keeping things on me?” You feel your face flush at the thought of what he could have. “I told you we had a fight and she left. I also told you I loved you still. I thought I was over you but seeing you with him, well, it drove me mad. How could you let him touch you like that? Keep videos of what you two do together. Let him taint you like some whore.” “How dare you,” You say, moving towards him, “You are a horrible excuse for a man. I would rather be his whore than your dirty little secret.” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm, yanking you back. “Let me go.” You shout. “I won’t let him have you. You’re mine or no ones.” He warns, gripping your arm tightly. “Hey asshole!” Rebecca shouts, causing you and Taehyung to look up. She clocks him dead in the nose, breaking it. The blood immediately begins to stream down his face. He pinches his bridge trying to stop it. “You fucking bitch.” He shouts. “Touch my friend again and I’ll have my ex arrest you for assault and stalking. You can expect a restraining order from her lawyer bitch!” She spits at him, wrapping her arm around you and leading you out of the kitchen area. “Thanks for that,” You sniffle, “but I don’t think he is ever going to leave me alone.” “Don’t worry about him. He has a family and reputation to think about. I’ll call my ex and have him file a restraining order. We’ll take care of Kim Taefuckface! For now, go home, take some time off, you need to rest! I'll call you a cab.” You nod and lean your head on her shoulder while she waits with you.

You sit in the cab and allow the emotions of the night to hit you, tears streaming down your face. “You alright?” The cab driver asks. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks. Stress.” You reply, wiping your tears. You enter your building, greeting the doorman quickly as you pass to hop in the elevator. You sigh deeply thinking of how your life got so twisted. “Maybe I will take the week off.” You whisper to yourself staring at the ascending numbers in the elevator. The doors open on your floor and you get off turning the corner on your floor to find Yoongi sitting on the floor outside your apartment. He looks so tiny sitting there, chewing his thumb, not noticing you until you clear your throat. He turns to face you thumb still on his lips. “How did you?” He springs to his feet, swallowing, wiping his hands on his thighs. “I quit.” “I heard, about everything. You kept the videos? Taehyung tried to blackmail you. How could you keep this from me?” He sighs. “It was the only way to keep Taehyung from hurting you. With me out of the way, out of the company, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. Little did I know that I’d be so fired up when I spoke with the boss that I would tell him everything. Turns out he was on my side, practically begged me to stay. I’m sorry I kept the videos, that was selfish of me. It was plain stupid.” “Videos aside Yoongi, why didn’t you just tell me what was going on? I could’ve helped you; we could’ve managed this together.” “Come on kitten, would you have really been able to handle it if Taehyung leaked our sex tapes to the office? It was better if you didn’t know. Maybe I didn’t handle it the right way, but I knew I would do anything to protect you.” “Even if it means not having a job anymore?” You snap. He shrugs. “I can get a job anywhere. You, you’re one of a kind. You make me feel rich kitten, not what lines my pocket.” Your face flushes and you stutter over your words. Yoongi chuckles, moving closer to you. “It's just you and me now baby,” He whispers in your ear, pulling you into his body, “Just say you’ll be mine.” “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Min Yoongi? I thought you didn’t do girlfriends.” He smiles against your ear. “You make me better. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses your neck softly, rubbing his fingertips up and down your bare back. “Do you wanna come in?” You whisper. “Only if I can spend the night.” He whispers, kissing you hard. “Of course, my boyfriend can spend the night.” He growls, biting your shoulder before scooping you up by the ass and carrying you to your door. You giggle loudly, trying to cover your exposed ass with your hand. “Where are your keys kitten?” “In my purse.” You dangle your purse in front of him. He pouts, dropping you to your feet so you can unlock the door.

You both enter the apartment and Frenchie jumps onto the counter immediately. “Meow!” She wails. Yoongi smiles, walking towards her. “Careful, she’s testy.” You warn, dropping your bag and keys on the table. You turn to find Yoongi scratching Frenchie under her chin, soft purrs escaping from her chest. You chuckle at the sight. “She hates everyone. She never lets people touch her.” “Well, she has good taste, like her mother.” He tells you, leaning down now to plant tiny kisses on her nose. You full on laugh now, covering your mouth in shock. “If she bites your face off, I am not liable.” He laughs at your comment, whispering sweet nothings to Frenchie. “Do you want a drink? I have water, beer, or juice.” You offer. “I’m good.” You nod, grabbing a water for yourself and heading over to the couch to remove your heels. “Make yourself comfortable.” You say, unhooking the straps. He plants a heavy kiss on Frenchie’s head before turning to slide out of his jacket. He plops down next to you on the couch, tapping his lap for you to give him your foot. You oblige and he unhooks your shoes for you. “Thank you.” You smile at him, wiggling your toes. Frenchie jumps up on the couch beside him. “Looks like you got competition kitten.” He smiles towards you.

“Don’t worry she will tire of you eventually. Even I bore her at times, and I’m the one that feeds her.” He nods, rubbing your feet gently. “Maybe we should go to the other room.” He suggests. You laugh. “Why?” “I don’t want her to see all the naughty things I’m about to do to her mother.” His explains, standing up and reaching for your hand. “Oh, um.” You stutter. “Fuck it turns me on when you do that.” He almost growls, pulling you up from the couch. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, taking your ass in his large hands. He lifts you off your feet and begins walking you towards your bedroom, sure to never break your locked lips. You begin to wriggle free once in the bedroom, feeling him try to lower you onto the bed. “Something wrong kitten.” He whispers over your lips. “It's my turn to make you feel good.” He chuckles softly, lowering you to your feet. “Ok baby. What do you have in mind?” He gives you a sly grin, cocking his head to the side. You feel your face flush. Your belly tingling with your need, excitement overcoming you. He had usually denied you the chance to please him but now he stood before you, eyes lit up, waiting for you to make a move. You swallow hard, pushing him back towards the bed until he’s seated. You grab the thin straps of your dress and slowly bring them down, exposing your bare breast, your nipples standing at attention when the cold air hits them. Yoongi swallows hard watching your dress drop to the floor; You stand before him in nothing but your thong, tugging at your aching nipples. “You’re so sexy kitten, do you know that?” He praises, palming himself through his pants. You move toward him, capturing his lips with yours. He grips your ass tightly with one hand, kneading at the tender flesh of your breast with the other. He releases a deep moan at the feel of you dig your fingers into his hair and tug his head back. You trail kisses along his jaw and down his long neck, suckling on the smooth skin until small red marks form.

He sucks in a breath, bringing one of his large hands down onto your ass with a loud slap. You gasp at the sting that burns through your body, clenching around nothing. “Does my little kitten like that?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing the area softly. You nod quickly, licking your lips, watching desire spread across his face. “Tell me what you want baby. I want you so bad, my cock is so hard for you.” He pants, palming at his erection once again. You moan lustfully, dropping your hand to take over rubbing at his trapped member. He leans back on his arms, watching you tug at his belt, unzipping his pants. He smiles seductively, lifting his hips off the bed just enough for you to pull his pants and underwear down to free his cock. You gasp at the sight of his large member, taking a moment to drink it in. It’s the fattest, longest dick you’ve ever seen, curling up to rest above his belly button. The prominent veins bulging with every breath he takes, his fat swollen tip spilling pre-cum onto his belly. You bite your lip wondering if it’ll fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. “You don’t have to do anything baby. I know it can be intimidating and I don’t want to overwhelm you. We can just take care of you tonight.” He replies at the sight of your apprehension. “No, I want to. It’s just…. big.” He laughs at your comment, grabbing his cock tightly, pumping it up and down, in long languid strokes. Your mouth waters at the sight. You watch him carefully before moving your hands up to take his cock from him, taking over the painfully slow strokes. He moans softly, thrusting up into your closed fist, causing more and more of his lustful pre-cum to spill from his tip. He soon yanks off his button down with ease, pulling at your nipple to illicit a yelp from your lips.

You lower one of your hands, looking up at Yoongi for a sign that its ok. He nods, sucking in a breath as you cup his balls, kneading them in your palm. The sight of his swollen tip dripping down your hand has your pussy gushing. “Can I...” You lick your lips as you continue to caress his heavy sack. Yoongi watches you under hooded lids as you drop your head, capturing one of his balls in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” He cries out. You feel your thong stick to your folds as you rub your thighs together, taking the other ball into your mouth and moaning around it. Yoongi pants desperately into the room, head back as you slurp and tongue at his scrotum. Completely turned on by Yoongi’s lustful display, you move up and begin to lap at the precum that has made its way down your fingers. Yoongi drops his head down to look at you, a small growl escaping as you take his entire head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his engorged tip. He releases a relived sigh when you push up on your knees, taking more of him into your throat. “Fuck kitten. You don’t know how good this feels.” You hum around his cock, bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks as you arrive back up to his tip. You slowly lower your head onto his thick length again, this time trying to swallow back more of him causing yourself to gag. “Yeah baby, just like that.” He encourages, gripping the sheets. You drop down lower almost reaching his pubic area, gagging freely on his cock, tears forming at your eyes. Yoongi’s eyes roll back, his pants filling the room. You soon come up for air, wiping at your swollen mouth quickly before swallowing him down again. You bob up and down again, not taking him as deep this time, instead using your hands to pump the area not in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling his hands grip your hair, curses quietly escaping his lips. “Fuck kitten, you should stop now or else I’m gonna cum down your tight little throat.” You lift your head off his cock, looking up at him, “Do it daddy, gag me with your cock, fuck my throat, cum for me please. Treat me like your sexy little slut.” You beg lustfully. “You don’t know what you're saying.” He pants. “I’m saying I want daddy to take control of me, all of me. I don’t want to be your little kitten tonight but your sexy. Little. Whore.” He curses under his breath, grabbing a fist full of your hair and guiding you back to his throbbing member.

You moan in approval, relaxing your jaw. He groans deeply, gripping your hair tighter as he works you up and down his length. He begins to hitch his hips upward, your uncontrollable drool aiding the tip of his cock past your uvula and into your throat with ease. You grip his thighs tightly gagging freely on his cock, drool dripping down his balls. “Such a good cock sleeve for daddy.” He praises, fucking into your mouth faster. He grips your hair super tight now, to keep your head from moving as he lunges his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with ease. “Oh kitten, oh fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Uh, fuck baby, I’m cumming. I'm cumming.” Your eyes widen as his warm seed shoots down your throat, filling your mouth to the brim. You gag a bit, attempting to swallow back his load, feeling a bit of it seep past your lips. He growls quietly, thrusting through his high. He soon pulls you off his still rock-hard cock and into a sloppy kiss. “That was so fucking hot baby. Let me repay the favor.” “No, I’m so wet. I need you inside of me.” You stand now, peeling off your thong, reaching out for Yoongi’s body to mount him. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a condom. You whine watching him stick the wrapper in his mouth to tear it open, his reddened cock rubbing at your hovering folds. He rolls the condom down his member slowly and you know now he’s teasing you. “Please, hurry up.” You mewl. He smirks when he’s done and you grunt loudly, grabbing his cock tightly and spreading your legs wide, lowering yourself onto his cock. “Such a greedy cock whore.” Your mouths drop open as his tip pushes into your entrance.

You suck in a breath, feeling the sting of his shaft stretch your cunt. “Ah, fuck,” You whimper, biting your lip trying to push down further onto his thick length, “I can’t, it won’t fit. You’re too big.” He chuckles softly, kneading the flesh of your breast. He kisses the juncture between your neck and shoulder gently, moving up to your ear. “Lie back baby. Daddy’s got you.” You pout dismounting him, lying back on the bed as you’re told. He lowers himself between your thighs, gliding his tongue along your slit before twirling it around your sensitive bud. You cry out at the feeling. He rolls his tongue ever so slowly along your clit, building your climax. You feel your coil twisting and begin to grind against his face. He smirks into your cunt, lowering himself down further to enter you with his tongue. You gasp, gripping his hair, to guide him. He thrust in and out of your entrance with ease as your slick soon trails down to the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Yoongi brings his lips back up to your clit, rolling his tongue once again. You widen your legs, moaning loudly into the room, yanking on his dark messy locks. He brings up his hand and enters you with two fingers, spreading his fingers in a wide scissor motion to prep you for his cock. You gasp at the sensation, feeling your body tremble with your oncoming orgasm. “Daddy, please don't stop, please.” You cry out, focused on his meticulous scissor motion and slow roll of the tongue. “God, Yoongi, feels so fucking good.” Yoongi curls his fingers up, rubbing at the soft flesh deep inside you, your eyes roll back as your back arches, your orgasm washing over you in hot waves. Yoongi groans, still lapping at your core until your body plops down onto the bed, dropping down from your high. He raises his head, your slick glistening on his lips and nose. He crawls up your body, hovering above you, eyes blown with lust. “Clean your mess off my face whore.” He demands. “Yes daddy.” You reply meekly, picking your head up off the mattress to lick your cum from his lips. You moan lustfully with each lap, swallowing down your sweet nectar.

“That’s enough.” He growls, catching your lips in a hard kiss. You melt back into the mattress, spreading your legs wide enough for Yoongi to watch himself rub his tip through your folds, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Just relax baby. Deep breath.” You nod at his comforting tone. He takes you by the hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You nod at him, feeling your pussy drench itself in anticipation of his large member. Your mouth falls open as his tip breaches your cunt, this time with ease. He continues to roll his hips forward, gliding in with the help of your slickness and stretching you to the brim. He hisses at the feel of your walls clamp around him, massaging and clenching with every thrust. “You’re so tight baby, so fucking amazing. You feel so good around my cock. Take me so well. You’re made for me.” He groans in your ear, the sound of both of your moans filling the room. You grip tightly on his ass, pulling him deeper inside of you, wondering why you were ever nervous in the first place. This was perfect, he was perfect. He smiles seductively, looking down at you, wrapping his large hands around yours, “And you thought I wasn’t gonna fit?” You giggle at his comment, leaning up to kiss him gently. “Fuck me,” You pant, “please, like those other girls. I want to be everything you want and more.” He shakes his head, “You’re more than I could ever want. I don’t deserve you, I’m just happy you chose me.” “Don’t go easy on me because you think I can’t handle it. I want you, all of you.” “Oh, I know kitten, I’m quite enjoying you fucking yourself on my cock.” You look down, realizing Yoongi had stopped moving, that you were the one keeping the pace. “Oh kitten, don’t stop, it feels good when you milk my cock.” You moan lustfully, rolling your hips again. Yoongi watches the show more intently this time, adjusting his hips so your clit is gliding along his shaft. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” Yoongi moans from deep within his chest. “Oh baby, you really don’t know what you’re asking.” “Don’t treat me like some porcelain doll. I may, as you say, dress like one but I’m no nun. Now fuck me! Show me what this fat cock can do.” You shout, dropping your hand down between your bodies to tug on his full balls. “Shit kitten, you have no idea what you’re in for.” “All talk and no action.” You tease, licking up his face. He scoffs briefly, pulling out of you and flipping you over in one fell swoop, knocking the wind out of you. He uses his knees to part your legs, pulling your hips so your ass is high in the air. He drops his large open hand down on the thick flesh of your bottom, the sting burning through your body. You cry out as he comes down two more times. “Yoongi.” You pant. He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back to whisper in your ear. “No no whore. Its daddy from here on out. Call me by my name again and I’ll paint this gorgeous ass red, understand?” You nod frantically, feeling your core heat, you juices flowing freely. “Good girl. No warning this time baby.” He whispers into your ear, taking both of your arms behind your back before slamming his cock into your soaked cunt. You scream out into your bedroom. Yoongi holds wrist together in one hand, gripping your hip in the other, fucking into your pussy like a madman. Your body shivers beneath him, your cunt clenching, juices leaking and coating his cock, aiding him further into you. “Oh, god! Yes. Fuck me daddy, fuck me so good.” Yoongi groans, slamming into you harder, his breathing becoming labored. He pulls out if you with a growl, pushing you down onto your left side. “Hold your leg up.” He pants, pushing your right leg up into your chest. Yoongi slaps your full ass before pushing the flesh of your right cheek up to expose your battered cunt to him. He effortlessly enters you, gripping and caressing at your plump glute while rotating his hips upwards, fucking into your pussy gently. He drops his head back, cursing quietly to himself. You watch him carefully, drinking in his lean body, how his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. You moan at the sight of him bite his lip when you clench down on his cock. He’s never been hotter than in this moment.

“I want to ride you.” You whimper, breaking his focus, he tilts his head down to look at you. His dark eyes flooded with lust. “Beg me.” “What?” “Beg daddy to let you ride his cock.” You smile slightly, gripping your own ass cheek now to spread yourself further apart for him. “Please daddy, please, may I ride your cock?” He bites his lip, still fucking into you. “Please daddy, I want to make you cum. Cum in my pussy.” You mewl. He hums, leaning forward to take your mouth in a sloppy kiss before pulling out of you. You move over so he can lie back on the bed. You mount him, hovering over his erection. “Can we take this off?” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously, watching you tug at the base of the condom. “I want to feel all of you. I want you to have all of me, like no one ever has. Not even Taehyung. I want you to coat my walls full of your desire for me.” Yoongi pants hard, his cheeks flushed. He swallows hard, “I’ve never done that before. It isn’t something I do.” He replies. “I understand.” You grasp him at the root and begin to lower yourself onto him slowly. “Wait,” He stops you, “It’s me and you baby. I trust you.” He drops his hand between you both and removes the latex from his member. You descend again, dropping your head back at the newfound closeness. He digs his fingers into your hips, mouth agape as you descend to the root. You start with a slow steady pace, savoring every ridge of Yoongi’s glorious cock, that is, until Yoongi leans forward, wrapping his arm around your waist, thrusting upwards, fucking into you with a rapid pace. He whimpers a bit, biting his lip to hold back any further cries from falling from his lips. He rests his forehead against your collar bone, thrusting up harder and faster, his breath hitching in his throat. You moan out loud, a cry escaping, when his tip hits your cervix, jumping up a bit. Yoongi pulls you back down to meet his thrust, not wanting to separate from you in this moment. You feel your body ignite and your pussy clench hard around him. “Fuck baby, do that again, feels so fucking good. You feel so amazing. Fucking heaven. I can feel your fucking walls trembling. Cum on my cock baby.” “My god.” You wail, your eyes rolling as you feel a great warmth start at the top of your head and burn down to your toes. Your whole-body tingles and you lean forward, pushing Yoongi onto his back, resting your hands on his chest, lifting your hips ravenously to continue to chase this high. The sounds of your ass slapping against Yoongi's thighs fill your ears right before your animal like groan. “Fuck kitten, don’t stop, I’m cumming. God, I’m fucking cumming.” Your breath quickens and you grip Yoongi's chest harder, riding him faster. He cries out unabashedly, gripping your ass to aid your body up and down his length. Your climax slowly pours over your whole body at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock twitching inside you, his release warming your walls, filling you to the brim. Tears form in your eyes at the euphoric feeling that washes over you. Yoongi sits up slowly and plants kisses over the tears that fall. “I love you Yoongi,” You cry into the nape of his neck, “I know its too soon but I know what love feels like and this is it.” He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer to him. “I love you too Y/N. Its never too soon or too late. What’s meant to be will be. I knew the moment I was ready to give up everything for you.” You pull away from him to look in his eyes. “Really?” He nods, kissing you softly. “What now? I got you fired.” You look away, wiping your tears. “I quit baby. I did NOT get fired. Now we move forward. You and me, everything else is just background noise. I've never been happier.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

The following morning, you wake to an empty room. You look around wondering if it was all a dream. Fortunately for you, the deep throb between your legs tells you it wasn't. Not to mention the smell of bacon in the air. You get up and wrap your robe around your body, walking out to the kitchen. You smile to see Yoongi on the phone cooking while Frenchie sits counter top watching him. “Yes sir. Thank you sir. Of course, I completely understand. Not a problem. OK. Take care, see you Monday.” Your brow furrows watching Yoongi toss his phone on the counter. “Good morning kitten.” “Good morning. Did I just hear you say, ‘See you Monday?’” He nods, putting a piece of bacon in his mouth. “The boss called, told me my offer still stands, apologized for all the nonsense. Head of graphics. Has a nice ring to it huh?” You squeal, running into his arms and kissing him firmly. “That's amazing. I thought I was going to have to support your ass.” He laughs out loud, kissing you again. “One condition, you and I cant work on projects together anymore.” You shrug at the news. “As long as I have you in my bed at night, I don't care about any office intermingling.” His brows shoot up and he turns the stove off, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Yoongi, I have to feed Frenchie.” He kisses into the crook of your neck. “Daddy took care of that already. Daddy is going to take care of everything from now on,” You giggle now as Yoongi lifts you off your feet, walking you to the bedroom, “that means we skip to the part where we get to intermingle.”

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[awkwardcourage]

Frenchie always paints Hughie in such bold and beautiful colours. No superlative is spared. Hughie is never just ‘okay’. He’s never just ‘good’. He is magnificent. Hughie takes every one of those undeserved words that Frenchie gives to him and stashes them safe, someplace secret and deep where he can covet them. He feeds them to his dwindling self esteem, urging it to grow. He’s given up fighting with Frenchie over the inaccuracies of his statements, unless it’s been a particularly bad day. He isn’t allowed to win those arguments.

Hughie steals a glance away from the road to look at Frenchie. He’s always loved how expressive his man is. Some people’s faces are polished stone, but Frenchie’s is wet clay, every emotion carved out in absolute clarity. The expression he wears now makes Hughie ache. It’s earnest, as always, and so poignant, as though he had expected Hughie to ditch him at the nearest bus stop and leave him in the dust. With everything Frenchie’s been through, it wouldn’t shock Hughie if that was the case.

Hughie sighs and smiles when he feels familiar lips press against his cheek. It’s still so sad, so tragic, that Frenchie immediately assumed that he would be abandoned; that this is a pleasant surprise and not a given. “Of course we will,” Hughie squeezes Frenchie’s hand again, hard, before abandoning it briefly to change gear. As soon as his hand is free, he fills it with Frenchie’s. Squeezing, grounding, reassuring. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.

Hughie tries not to openly swoon when Frenchie says that. With you maybe it will still feel like home. “It will be,” Hughie says with gentle conviction. He’s certain that wherever they are, they’ll be okay, so long as they’re together. “Maybe we could even get the guys to pick up some of our stuff?” He takes a moment to take stock of where the GPS is leading him before returning his attention to Frenchie. “Like what, mon fluer?” He asks, tipping his head, a smile warming his expression.

Hughie says that it's not Frenchie's fault. There's something of a warm spot in his chest at the thought. Hughie isn't blaming him. Even if Frenchie knows this is his fault.

"You are magnificent." Frenchie murmurs. Hughie's turned on a dime to steer them away from the apartment. One mention of being burned and he's already making sure that Frenchie's safe. That they're not going to get picked up immediately upon their arrival.

There's some fumbling. Hughie's got his hand, and gives it a squeeze. Says his name like it's something special and sacred, like he always says it. Frenchie stills, hand squeezing back just gently. The van jostles as they drive. Hughie's offering to burn himself for Frenchie. He's quiet, mulling it over in his mind. 'I'm coming with you. I'm not gonna let you do this on your own.'

Still hand in hand, Frenchie makes his way back up to the front seat and stares at Hughie for a long moment. It's hard, trying to figure out how to respond to that. Such an act of selflessness. Nobody's ever set themselves on fire for Frenchie. It's always been the other way around. He never expects the tables to turn like this. And yet...

Hughie always surprises him. He always does something like this. The kinds of things that tell Frenchie that he's worth something. That Hughie cares for him. It tugs on something in his heart, deep in his chest. Frenchie's eyes are stinging and wet but he covers this with a press of his lips to Hughie's cheek again. "Oh Hughie," it's damn near breathed against Hughie's temple. Frenchie presses a kiss here too. "D'accord. Alors, we will do it together."

Sitting back in the front seat, Frenchie pulls his bag into his lap. "A new safe house. It is uh-- - Not as comfortable as our place, but it will be good. For us. And-- - With you maybe it will still feel like home." He tucks a cigarette behind his ear and moves to pull up the GPS to the new place. "I like it when you say my name like that, mon lapin."

[hunterscoffee]

Bullet Holes

Oneshot Masterlist Frenchie x Reader Warnings: Blood, violence.

How it had happened was overly stupid and reckless.

You and Frenchie had both had enough of the disgusting underground bunker so you decided to go get coffee at the cute little trailer you walked past in the park almost every day on your way to get groceries.

And then there were officers and you had sworn they didn’t recognise you since you didn’t have a record of any kind, you had made sure of that. Frenchie however, they identified immediately. 

It took all of two seconds for one of them, the slightly bloated older man with the paedophile goatee, to nudge his younger and much more buff partner and point in your direction.

Frenchie had just cursed under his breath in French and protectively grabbed for your hand. 

In record speed, the overly muscular one pulled out a semi-automatic and this time you cursed.

Both you and Frenchie dived for cover behind one of the trees in the park, but not before a bullet pierced your calf.

“Mon Chère?! Are you okay?!” he sounded panicked, which is not at all like him.

You weren’t okay, but it wasn’t your worst injury.

Without thinking, Frenchie pulled his shirt over his head and tied it over the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Even so, the blood started sweeping through the material of your jeans and his shirt.

“We can’t stay here.” you whispered, and he nodded, capturing your lips in an overdramatic ‘final goodbye’ kind of kiss.

The crunch of grass and leaves under the officers’ heavy-duty boots became louder as they neared where you sat.

He pulled your arm around his shoulder and helped you up and then, without warning, he just picked you up.

Luckily the street was only a few meters away, but Frenchie more than managed to carry you to a car parked nearby, one that was old enough not to have an alarm and be easy to hot wire.

He put you down gently on the pavement by an old Toyota, glancing around to make sure there wasn’t anyone staring at him like it was their car.

Both you and he tried the doors to find, to your luck, they were both unlocked and you could just slide into the front seat, grimacing at the pain. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to cope with the wound. After a moment, as you were searching for the keys and Frenchie was beginning to hotwire the car, the officers spotted you from where they were, on the path leading to the coffee trailer.

As they raised their guns to aim the car started and Frenchie slammed the door and pushed his foot harshly on the gas pedal.

Both men started to shoot at the car, but no shots did enough damage to stop it from moving.

“You’re my knight in shining armour.” you smiled once you were clear of danger. You had your head resting back against the headrest and your clothes were damp with sweat because of the gunshot wound.

“Nonsense.” he smiled back at you, grabbing your hand and threading his fingers through yours.

[dw-writes]

can you please write an imagine/one shot where the reader is depressed and billy butchers gf??? please

/KNEESLIDES IN AND DABS GOD ITS LIKE THIS ASK WAS MADE FOR ME!!! okay but really are you okay nonnie?? my inbox and dms are always open if you need to chat. i know depression is rough buddy and i always have an open ear /hugs/. this is NOT indicative of fixing depression, obviously, but just...something soft. a pick me up. idk about yall but i wouldnt mind billy coming to check on me in a depression slump

written with her/she pronouns as requested

The door of your apartment rattled with heavy handed knocks, drawing your attention to it, but not moving you from the couch. You knew who it was on the other side of the door. There was really only one person who would have gotten annoyed enough with you to physically show up. Or, at least, annoyed with everyone else’s complaints to physically show up and talked to you. He slapped the door next. Then, it rattled as he kicked it.

“If you don’t answer the door in sixty seconds, I will use my key,” Billy announced, citing one of your rules - if either of you showed up unannounced to the house of the other, they could only enter if there wasn’t an answer. You couldn’t remember whose rule it was, yours or his, but you were a little thankful for it. You were able to kick at least one of the fast food bags under your table and out of sight. You glanced at the mess of your apartment and felt a stab of embarrassment lance through your chest, prompting you to sink further into the cocoon of blankets you had wrapped around yourself.

You heard the key fob click, the lock turn, and Billy’s voice drift through the stale air as he counted down, “Two...one...” He quietly closed the door. You heard him shuffle around and assumed what he was going - hanging his coat on the back of your door, taking off his boots. He tossed his keys in the ceramic dish you had gotten from MM when you first moved in and sighed.

You pulled the blankets tighter around you as your mind raced - he was annoyed with you, or angry, disgusted maybe? You couldn’t remember the last time you cleaned your apartment, or even showered. Was it yesterday? Or two days ago? You sniffed the blanket. It still smelled cleaned, so it couldn’t have been too long ago since you did anything.

You were bodily picked up from the couch and shifted around until Billy sank into your squished cushion, adjusting you and your blankets between his legs until he was comfortable. He pulled the blanket from over your head and smoothed your hair back. “You good?” he murmured.

“‘m comfortable,” you whispered.

He looped his arms around you, searching the folds of your blankets. You wiggled your fingers out to meet his hands, which he tangled up with his own with a sigh. “What are you watching, love?” he quietly asked.

“Star Trek,” you replied. You curled your toes and stretched your legs out, dragging your blanket along until it fell from your shoulders.

Billy rested his chin on one, leaning his head against yours while giving your hands a squeeze. “Why’s that?”

“‘s funny,” you answered.

He lifted a hand from your lap and gave your fingers a loud, obnoxious kiss. You finally leaned back into him, looking up into his face as his smirked. “There you are,” he said. You curled your entwined hands against your chest and felt your heart beat a steady pulse against his hand. “MM was a little offended you didn’t answer his calls,” he softly said. You heaved a sigh and sat up. “Frenchie said you hadn’t replied to his texts. Same with Hughie.”

“Is that why you’re here?” you asked, “’cause I’m not answering your friends?”

“‘ey.” He gave your leg a nudge that had your whole body swaying. You thumped back against his chest, staring blankly at the television screen. “Don’t do that,” he commanded, “You know they like you.” You didn’t reply. Billy rolled his eyes and slowly inhaled. He held you tight against him with a gentle huff of, “Okay,” and reached over you, ignoring your protests and sounds of annoyance while he turned off your television and turned you around to face him. He gave your hands - hands he held gently in his own calloused ones - a shake. “Knock it off.”

Your eyes welled with tears. You knew what he meant, what he was telling you - to stop the negative thinking, to stop believing the worst of it all. That voice, though, the voice in your head, the little one that ran away from you more often than not said other wise - told you lies that made your chin tremble and the tears roll down your face.

He swore again, a soft and violent thing, and stroked his fingers against your cheek with a whisper of your name. “Not what I meant,” he murmured. He growled, flexing his jaw as his eyes flicked to the couch. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head a little. “This is hard,” he muttered under his breath. You tugged your hands against his and he gripped them tighter. “It’s not something I can go out and get rid of for you, it’s harder than that fuckin’....Cuntlander,” he growled.

You laughed; it was a bubble of a laugh, something that popped as it left your lips on a wobbling, tear stained breath. Billy’s eyes lifted to your face and watched you look at anything but him. If you had looked, you would have seen him smile, something small but sincere, that made the corner of his eyes crinkle.

He brought your hands to his mouth and spoke against your fingers, “What can I do?”

Your eyes finally met his and though they shone with tears, he saw a light in them that he hadn’t seen in a few days. You wiggled your fingers and spread them out, smoothing your fingers over his beard. His hands encircled your wrists. He followed you as you pulled him towards you for a simple kiss.

You sniffed when you pulled away and asked, “Can you help me clean?”

He nodded and stood with an exaggerated groan. “If you need company, I can bring you Terror.” He looked around your apartment and picked up the bag you had kicked away. “Or you can stay with me.”

You wadded up your blankets and headed towards your laundry room, pausing at the door. “Are you asking me to move in with you, Billy Butcher?”

He shoved the bag in the trash with a hum. “Easier than driving allllllll the way over here to see you.” He leaned on the counter. “Or check on you.” He waved his hand. “Pick you up. Drop you off.”

“I get it,” you said with a small smile.

“Answer those desperate, late night calls you send me,” he added. He flipped your sink on while you tossed a dish cloth at him. He was grinning when he caught it, watching you as you finally smiled.

[parkersharthook]

I Turn My Camera On

(Bucky Barnes x female!reader)

warnings: slight insecurities, fluff

1.7k+ words (and 4 pictures)

You find some old photographs of Bucky.

The door opened up with a small creak. “Hey baby what are you doing?” Bucky tossed his keys and wallet on the dresser before flopping onto the bed behind him, groaning slightly as he stretched out on the mattress.

He peered over the pillow he had previously dug his face into and scrunched his nose slightly, “I know you’re worried about packing up on time but baby, we still have a few weeks in the apartment.”

“yeah and if it were up to you, we’d do it all the night before.” You quipped back easily as you threw him a smirk over your shoulder. He huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes as he fell back onto the bed.

“but no actually… I found a photo album.”

Bucky rolled to the side of the bed, his left side hanging off as he looked to where you were sitting on the floor, photos surrounding you.

“A photo album? Of what?”

“of… it was…” You stuttered as your thumbs slightly fingered an older black and white photo, “it’s of you, Bucky.”

Bucky furrowed his brows and sat up, confusion evident on his face. He grabbed the photo you were handing to him and let his blue eyes roam over it for a moment.

“that’s um… that was taken…” Bucky stammered out, his throat suddenly feeling dry. He swallowed thickly before taking a deep breath and letting himself smile at the photo.

“That’s Frenchie on the left, me of course, and then Jones, and Monty on the right.”

You smiled softly as the man looked on with seemingly fond memories. You were going to continue but Bucky beat you to it with a small laugh as he continued to look at the old photograph. “Frenchie, Jacques, was always the smart one, no matter how stupid he sounded sometimes. He knew his way around chemicals too. Jones, Gabe Jones, probably was the smartest man I met. I swear he spoke every language and just knew everything… all the time.” Bucky paused for a moment to meet your eyes, his now a little glossier than before. “He was the one that made you feel like you were gonna survive the war.” A little laughter escaped his lips, “then there’s Monty, he always hated when we called him that. His real name was James Montgomery Falsworth, but that’s a mouthful plus two James, can’t have that.” Bucky shook his head slightly.

“It’s a really sweet photo Buck.” You ventured cautiously

Bucky smiled and nodded, finally meeting your gaze for an extended period of time. “yeah it is. They were some of the best guys that I knew.”

You glanced down to the rest of the album, “Were these photos yours?”

Bucky nodded and slid down to join you on the floor, his back against the bed. “Yeah back when I was still trying to figure out everything up here.” His hands waved non directionally around his head, “I kept a photo album of me, my sister, my mom, Steve, the commandos, really anything that was tied to my past.” He glanced at the photos, “I forgot I had these.” He let a genuine smile onto his face, “guess I don’t need them anymore, do I?”

You scooted closer to him and let your hand crawl up the back of his neck to card your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “you’ve come a long way Buck. I’m really proud of you.”

He grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, “yeah, I have. But you’ve helped a long way too.”

You glanced back to the photos, “I can pack these up for you or….?”

Bucky smiled and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, “we can keep looking through them.”

“I’m glad you said that because there’s one that I have a question about.”

Bucky laughed a little as he took the photo. He shot you that charming smile you knew too well. “what’s your question, baby?”

“well did you know that you were a soldier or did you think you were a model?” Bucky barked out a laugh and you giggled as well. “Because the pose, the look, the off-centered hat… it’s all very vogue.”

Bucky shook his head fondly and gave your cheek a chaste kiss. “very funny.”

You looked at him with a beaming smile, he swore he felt his heart stop. You poked his chest and laughed again, “and I’m not even joking.”

“no, doll, I wasn’t trying to model.”

“oh really? Then how do you explain this?”

“because you look like a model to me. A very sexy, hunky, sexy, rugged, did I say sexy… model.” You inched closer until you were straddling your fiancé’s lap. Bucky threw his head back in laughter as he gripped your hips. You leaned in to nip at his neck but Bucky pushed your mouth away slightly causing you to pout.

He looked at you, his mood changing slightly to be more serious. It sobered you up a bit. You frowned slightly, running your hands through his slightly shaggy hair. “what’s going on baby?”

“you know that I’m not that man anymore, right? Yes, I’ve worked through a lot of my shit and I’m doing a lot better than when you first met me… but I’ll never be the same guy I was. 40s Bucky is gone.” His voice was soft, almost sad but not quite.

You furrowed your brows, “why would you think I want 40s Bucky?”

Bucky shrugged, his still lingering insecurities now on display. “I see the way you’re looking at the photos of me, and I know you’ve heard the stories and read the reports. I was energetic and youthful back then. I could take a girl on a date without worrying about having a panic attack. I didn’t have nightmares. I was a complete man back then…”

“and you’re a complete man now Bucky.” You cupped his face firmly and forced him to look at you, “you may be a different man now, but it’s no better or worse than before. It’s just different.” You pondered for a moment, “no actually it is better. You’ve seen so much and yet you made it to the other side as a caring and genuine person. That’s huge, Bucky.”

He sighed and close his eyes for a brief moment, “yeah I know… I’m sorry about getting all insecure. I’ve been working on it. I just- I saw you looking at the photos with such… I don’t know… excitement? And it’s just… I’m not that man anymore but I still want to bring you that joy now.”

“Bucky,” the way his name fell from your lips was so earnest it forced him to give you his undivided attention, “You do bring me that joy now you buffoon. I wouldn’t be engaged to you if you didn’t, I do have some standards you know.” You both chuckled at that before you continued, “I got excited because it’s not every day that you see someone else’s memories. I’m sure you would get the same glint in your eyes if I showed you childhood photos.”

Bucky let out a shaky breath, “yeah you’re right. I’m being unreasonable.”

“no. You don’t get to do that here.” Bucky rose a brow in confusion at your words. “You don’t get to invalidate your feelings. It’s okay to get insecure, it happens to all of us. Just know that you can always talk to me about it, for better or for worse. Okay?” silence. You pushed his cheeks together, “okay?”

He nodded with a small smile, “okay.” He pressed a light kiss to your lips, “same goes for you. I know you don’t like to ‘burden’ me with your problems but I want them all. The good and the bad, I want to be one of those annoying couples who tells each other everything.”

You laughed softly, “I promise you… we already are. Sam complains about it all the time.” Bucky let out a hearty laugh. You looked back to the photos, “in the theme of honesty, there is one more thing I want to say.”

“what’s that?”

You reached behind your back and picked up another photo, “this… this one is my favorite.”

Bucky looked at the photo curiously before looking back at your face, “can I ask why?”

“a few reasons. One, those suspenders look hot on you.” A deep laugh filled the air. “Two, you look so carefree and relaxed and that’s my favorite look on you… second to suspenders now. And three, I see this and it reminds me of when I come home from the grocery store and you’re sitting on the step of our apartment building because you forgot your key when you went on your run.”

Bucky sighed, smile still present, and hung his head. “it does happen quite a bit.”

“and sure… you’re a different man and you’ve got a metal arm now. But… you’re the same man I’ve always known and while the guy in the picture is a hottie,” you stared directly into Bucky’s eyes as you uttered your next words, “the guy in front of me is much hotter.”

Bucky smiled and surged forward to press a solid kiss to your lips. “I love you so much sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before Bucky interrupted it.

“should I get a haircut?”

You studied his head and ran your fingers through his locks. He had been keeping it shorter lately but had gotten behind on his haircuts due to his busy schedule.

“it might be time for a trim. But it’s up to you.” You gave it another once over, “I like it long too but honestly this just looks shaggy.”

He nodded and held you closer to his body, laying his head on your shoulder. You hugged his body close, hands running over the broad expanse of his shoulders and up the nape of his neck.

It was again another comfortable silence before Bucky had to ruin it.

“Do you think the metal arm is sexy?

You couldn’t help the snort that flew passed your lips as your body shook. You nodded with another laugh.

“I think it’s very sexy, baby.”

“good.” You could practically hear the smugness in his voice as he quickly stood up with you in his arms and gently tossing you on the bed. He quickly shed his shirt and smirked at you, “let me show you just how much better and experienced I am now.”

You laughed as he dropped his weight on you, lips quickly being captured by Bucky. You broke the kiss a little breathlessly and fluttered your eyelashes at him, “I can’t wait… sergeant.”

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A Place On Earth

Yanking the door open with Butchers name on his lips, he came face to face with MM and Butcher standing a bit of a way behind him. The events that lead to that point crashed into him and his heart became deafening in his ears, he could feel the knife buried into his ribs but couldn’t feel the object no matter how much he grasped at it. 

Second chapter of I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight.

Hughie stared blankly at the ceiling, blinking at the shocking white that surrounded him, everything felt numb and he was brought back to when he had gotten his wisdom teeth removed years ago.

Awareness took its time visiting Hughie and when it granted him enough presence he sat up with a grunt, his chest felt oddly tight for some reason and when his hand brushed a certain area he shivered.

Some deep part of his lizard brain was screaming at him that something was wrong, that he needed to get up and leave now. Hughie had successfully gotten out of the bed when he noticed his attire, plaid pajama pants and an oversized shirt that he had never seen before.

The numbness was receding and with it Hughie realized he wasn’t in his apartment, he was in one of the safehouses. Yanking the door open with Butchers name on his lips, he came face to face with MM and Butcher standing a bit of a way behind him.

The events that lead to that point crashed into him and his heart became deafening in his ears, he could feel the knife buried into his ribs but couldn’t feel the object no matter how much he grasped at it.

Hughie couldn’t breathe again; his lungs were filled with blood and it caked his throat as thoroughly as tar. A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and Hughie fought it back with a strangled shout, loud buzzing was just barely audible over his heart.

Instead of Soldier Boy a very blurry but familiar face swam into his view, blinking hard and rubbing at his eyes Hughie was better able to see the man kneeling before him. The familiar rumble and what it was saying was lost to Hughie, as was the expression the man wore. Hughie forced air into his burning lungs.

“I- didn’t.”

It was too hard to breathe, he was drowning again, the bones from his shattered ribs were pressing into his only good lung. “I didn’t know. Swear to god I didn’t-.”

The way Butcher had looked at him with horror filled his mind and spots danced around his vision, from his shaky gaze he watched Butcher rise and walk off.

Fuck, was the man going to bring out his crowbar to see what he could come back from?

MM was suddenly kneeling before him; both his hands were held up and his posture was purposefully non-threatening. His lips moved continuously, and Hughie found himself trying to focus on them. When MM saw the spark of awareness, he tried to help the man out.

“It’s ok now, just breathe. In and out. Ain’t nothing going to happen to you while I’m here. Easy Hughie, in and out.”

He began taking exaggerated breaths and Hughie tried to match them with unsuccess, time disappeared and was filled with Hughie taking in shuttering breaths to match MM’s exaggerated ones with occasional praises from the medic about how Hughie was doing.

Finally oxygen was reaching it’s necessary locations in his body and Hughie realized he was sitting on the floor. He glanced around the room wide eyed, searching for something but even Hughie didn’t know what he was looking for.

MM had lowered his hands and gave the man a small smile, “there we go. Now, I’m going to grab you some water ok?”

Hughie gave a jerky nod and as MM rose to retrieve said water, he wondered where the rest were. Though he mainly wondered were Butcher had stalked off to after his brief appearance. MM made sure he was noticed before he crouched in front of him, every move was steady and easy for the shaken man to be able to track.

When he held out the water bottle Hughie thanked him, though he knew that his words were likely to jumbled for the other to understand when even he, the man speaking couldn’t understand what words escaped his lips.

It wasn’t until Hughie was reaching out to grab the bottle that he realized how badly his hand was shaking and he needed both hands to even grip the plastic. He took two sips under MM’s watchful eye before setting it down now to him, most likely making sure the man didn’t drown while trying to drink.

Hughie had calmed down from his earlier moment of panic, but now fear had replaced the panic that consumed him.

“What- “

He cleared his throat in hopes that the other words he had to say would come out less cracked.

“What’s the plan?”

MM rose an eyebrow at the question and Hughie wished he would just rip the band-aid off and tell him already. Explain to him how they were going to finish him and what they would do with the pieces, logically Hughie knew his true corpse would most likely resemble Translucants’s remains.

“So far the plan is to stay low, figure some things out before putting together a real plan on how to take care of SB.”

Despite MM not saying the full name, Hughie still flinched and saw those hazel eyes staring absolutely bored over his whole existence. MM didn’t say anything but was watching Hughie intently after discussing the groups plan of action, no matter how flimsy it currently sounded.

“No, I mean- What’s the plan for me? How are you going to-“

Hughie couldn’t finish the question. The words got trapped in his throat, stuck around the thick blood that was creeping ever forward. His chest felt tight once again.

MM wasn’t looking at him now but when he did look at Hughie his eyes displayed his inner distress, “Hughie man, we ain’t going to kill you.”

Hughie felt a sudden burst of hysteria.

“Don’t lie to try and protect my feelings MM. I fucking died alright?! Yet here I am! I’m a godamn Supe and who the fuck knows what powers I have. You, Frenchie and Kimiko may learn to be ok with that but Butcher-. He stared at me like I was a monster and I’m with him on that one.”

MM’s face morphed into a scowl, he obviously wanted to fight everything Hughie had said but instead he bit his tongue, and he shook his head.

“Almost everything you just said was bullshit man, and you need to listen close when I say that no matter what you can do it’ll never make you a monster.”

Hughie believed that MM believed his own words, but that didn’t change the fact he was a Supe in a relationship with a man who hated Supes more than anything. Personally he would rather everything that was going to happen, happen now rather than waiting for months for the other shoe to drop.

When it did Hughie doubted there’d be much left of him anywhere- and oh god his father.

“Ok, ok. Look MM you need to promise me something.”

The man gave him a long look before sighing, “I won’t promise anything ‘till I hear what it is. I learned my lesson a long time ago with Butcher.”

Hughie nodded and took a steading breath before he went forward.

“Look when I die for real and permanently, however that works. You have to give my dad an actual body to bury. I don’t care if Frenchie fixes up a mannequin, he won’t look that close once he thinks it’s me, but he needs a place to actually mourn at. I don’t- he can’t spend the rest of his life waiting for me to come home, he doesn’t deserve that.”

Somewhere in Hughie’s youth he developed an intense fear of going missing, not just because of what it meant for Hughie and the whole human trafficking thing. Mainly the fear surrounded what effect it would have on his father.

Hughie’s mother walking out the door and dissolving into the mist had crushed a large part of the man’s soul. If his son were to do the same, it would destroy whatever was left of Hugh.

MM looked at him with a hard expression before he let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah, I promise.”

Hughie let out a breath of relief, at least his father would find some semblance of peace though he knew it wouldn’t ease the pain. MM was staring at him again and Hughie gave him a weak smile, which caused the man to shake his head and stand up.

“I don’t know what’s goin’ on inside that head of yours, but I can tell you it’s way off.”

Hughie let out a small huff of laughter, and MM looked down with an odd expression.

“Now first of all, don’t panic. Butcher has something he wants to say to you. We’ll all be in the other room just in case things go south, but you should hear him out.”

Instantly Hughie’s heart picked up, thrumming adrenaline throughout his body by the mere idea of the man glowering down at him. However, MM looked so assured that everything would be alright that Hughie could only nod numbly.

He already had the man’s assurance that his father would have proper closure, Hughie couldn’t very well demand more from the group after unintentionally fooling them for however long he had compound V running through his veins.

MM leaned down to clasp Hughie’s shoulder and giving a reassuring squeeze, before nodding one last time and leaving the room.

Hughie stared at the suspiciously stained floor underneath of him, looking for answers about what he was or even just a purpose for all that he had been through meant. He heard a door open, heavy footstep pausing just briefly in the doorframe before the door creaked shut.

For many people being so close to an inevitable demise would act as a chance to confirm their faith or find a new. Any other person would be considering their fate, trying to make amends with everything that they had done wrong and begging for forgiveness.

Yet all Hughie could think of was memories his mother’s smile as she prompted a dance to a Billy Joel song. His father who had been through agony but still tried to stay approachable for his son, and who tried to maintain a bond with Hughie.

Robin who made him feel alive and like a human for the first time in his life, who cracked his shell wide open and let him experience how fun everything could be. Kimiko who was often so closed off but still learned ASL with him, she figured it long before he did but took the time to help him along so they could talk freely.

Frenchie would always call him petite and smile like he was legitimately happy to see him every time the pair met up. It didn’t matter if it had been days since Hughie saw him or just hours, the man always seemed excited to see him alive.

Mother’s Milk was a mother hen, always pestering Hughie about how much he was eating or sleeping, all with concern hidden firmly under a strong exterior.

Annie, who he now considered his closest and best friend. She would be the angriest towards Butcher when the man figured out how to kill a Lazarus Supe, with any luck they wouldn’t kill each other in the fallout of the reveal.

Finally Billy, who hated Supes as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. Perhaps it was the thing keeping him alive, allowing him to survive things that no mortal could have lived through.

Hughie could remember Billy’s arms around him, pulling him firmly against his body whether it was when they were wrapped together post cotial, or in the early morning when Butcher woke up long before he did and held the younger man tightly.

He could hear Billy whispering in his ear how the man would keep Hughie safe, no matter the cost. Finally, he could see Billy staring down at him with a look of pure despair as he watched Hughie bleed out.

Hughie knew that the despair was driven out of his apparent death and that considering what he was now that he would be lucky beyond belief if Butcher would even look at him without animosity.

His gaze kept firmly onto the floor until dark clothed legs stepped in front of him, familiar boots filled his vision and despite his best-efforts Hughie’s breath still caught in his chest. Hughie watched as dark legs bent and Butcher was kneeling in front of him, but kept his eyes away from the older mans face.

It wasn’t until Butcher let out a breath that could be mistaken for a sigh that Hughie braved a look at the other man. Butchers face was tight, every stress line was exasperated, and his lips were pulled together.

Butcher’s jaw worked for a long few moments before he looked back up, “alright lad just hear me out.”

[ravensimps]

Hughie’s Sister Chapter 3 (3/3)

We get to the big race and I step out of the van "Conspicuous huh?" I giggle more making Butcher smirk at me "We aren't surveying anyone so it's fine" He chuckles and links his arm with mine making me walk with him "Wow one kiss and I get the honor of being your date" I smile squeezing his hand "One kiss and someone got ballsy with me" He chuckles making me blush and walk quietly to our positions.

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I unintentionally cling to him as we get to the bleacher seating area "Ok there Love?" He asks looking down at me "Not a fan of crowds" I mumble hiding into his arm more "So fuckin adorable" He growls wrapping his arm around me so I can hide more into his chest as we watch HomeLander and Maeve make their little military speech and amp up the crowd for the race.

I nuzzle into Butcher more "Your so warm and you smell good" I mumble and I feel him chuckle "That so?" I can hear the smirk in his voice "Mmm-hmm" I smile and nuzzle more "Keep doing that Love and we just might have to go somewhere private" He growls making me freeze "S-Sorry" I step back a little but his arm remains on my waist.

"Here we go" I roll my eyes as A-Train makes his entrance "All right Frenchie find it, You're in the clear" Butcher says into the mic as he squeezes my hip lightly, I bite my lip to avoid making noise from it "Fuckin hell Hughie, You know Starlight?" Butcher asks over the mic as we here Hughie talking to her, I elbow Butcher in the ribs roughly "Shh" I smirk as he actually groans and coughs a little from it "Hughie we need more time, keep her talking" I say into my mic.

"No V he must have hid it somewhere else" Frenchie's voice comes through "Fucking find it Frenchie" Butcher groans rubbing his side "No V" Frenchie says once more "Great We're fucked" Butcher looks around annoyed "We'll think of something" I smile rubbing his arm softly, He looks down at me and bites his lip "Hm so sure are you?" He asks making me tilt my head "I just mean because you've done something similar to this before right?" I furrow my brows slightly as Shockwave makes his entrance "Never had something this solid to go on" He rolls his eyes looking at the screen.

I tilt my head further as I see A-Train blur a little "Got eyes on A-Train, He's totally jacked. He must have shot up the V" Butcher sighs "We missed it boys" Butcher shakes his head "I'm out of here, I'll check in later" I hear M.M's voice come through "Where the hell you going?" Butcher asks looking in his direction slightly "Just gonna see about a girl" M.M mumbles and leaves as the race starts.

Butcher pulls me out with him as A-Train wins and we don't need to be here any longer.

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Hughie, Frenchie, Butcher and I all got back to the can and are now driving to where ever the hell out next hideout is.

"So how the hell do you know Starlight?" Butcher asks turning in his seat to face Hughie "I don't really know her know her just uh...We met on a park bench" He's blushing! "Ooh did you get her number?" I tease making Hughie look at me like seriously? "Actually yeah" he mumbles and my eyes widen "Huh go big bro" I ruffle his hair as Butcher's phone rings "M.M?" Butcher smirks into the phone "What, You think she nicked some of A-Train's stash?" I tilt my head curiously leaning closer to his seat "Foot down Frenchie" Butcher says hanging up.

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We get back to the truck just in time to see PopClaw inject herself with Compound V and go full she-hulk "She's been at this an hour?!" I yell in disbelief as PopClaw lifts over A thousand pounds in weights "How'd you know to keep an eye on her?" Butcher asks looking at M.M suspiciously "Ok you see that red case over there? I've been around long enough to know a fix kit when I see one. And she told A-Train that V's a slippery slope, So she's got experience. I figure if you wait around long enough two plus two equals nasty" M.M zooms in on a small bag, Butcher leans in closer to look "Sherlock fuckin Homie" Butcher chuckles at his own joke making me giggle slightly too "Now admit it, This beats babysitting delinquents any day don't it?" "Butcher chuckles patting M.M on the back "Fuck..." M.M groans "Hey Butcher I'm gonna go grab coffee real quick" I smile and ruffle Hughie's hair before heading out.

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I am making my way back to the truck with the coffee's when someone slaps my ass almost making me drop them "Hey sexy want to come and spend some time with me? I'll make it short and sweet I promise~" A man in his 30's roughly snickers as I turn to face him "No thank you Sir you are most definitely not my type and if you touch me again I will break your wrist" I smile sweetly "You little-" I use my powers to make the coffees float in the air as I grab his wrist twisting it back until a crack is heard, The man screams loudly as I hold him like this and make the coffees land on a small bench beside us "Love?!" Butcher runs over as I am still holding the man's wrist "U-Uh hey B...I can explain?" I let the man go "Explain what?! That you just attacked me for nothing!" The man screams and moves toward me but Butcher steps in "Get the fuck out of here now, My girl wouldn't attack unless provoked now go" He growls and the man scurries off.

I turn to him and he immediately cages me between his body and a wall "B-Butcher?" I stutter scared right now "Want to explain now?" He growls "H-He slapped my b-butt and almost made me drop the coffee, I warned him but he proceeded to try and insult me..." Butcher looks into my eyes "While I am very impressed...You need to keep it low profile Love" He growls leaning in and nipping my ear lobe "I'm sorry B-Butcher" I practically moan out making him pull back and smirk "So responsive, Love when you and I get a moment to ourselves I am going to have so much fun with you" He smirks picking up the coffee and walking back towards the truck, I shake my head so many things going through my brain and follow him quietly.

End of Episode 3 Get Some! How did I do?

-Ray

[fookinfandoms]

A Promise | Billy Butcher NSFW

So I kinda noticed that there isn’t a lot of stuff on the blessing that is Billy Butcher, so I thought why not, I have no life. Let me know if you want a part 2!

Warnings: Teasing, language (duh, it’s Butcher)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader

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Now, you loved Frenchie, you really did.

Like a girl loves her annoying little brother, and said girl just wants said annoying little brother to shut the fuck up.

God did this man drag on in meetings. His accent was lovely, sure, but he just went on and on about Vought and Compound V like you all weren’t aware.

You were supposed to be having a beautiful little dinner with your boyfriend, but instead he dragged you here. The two of you sat on the couch, Butcher’s hand resting on your thigh as he paid attention to the Frenchman rambling.

‘Emergency meeting my ass.’ You scoffed to yourself.

Butcher’s head turns to your for a split second, and you give him an innocent smile. His eyes squint at you slightly, but you face your attention back to Frenchie.

M.M stands with Hughie in front, and the both begin arguing with something Frenchie has said. Great. Kimiko stands to attention, almost ready for a fight.

“Wow baby,” You chuckle to yourself. “This is the best damn date ever.”

“Yeah no kiddin’ love,” His hand squeezes your thigh, and he frowns at his friends. “No fuckin’ kiddin’.”

“You bring me here, knowing damn well I’ve heard all of this shit before.” Your head rests against the back of the couch.

“Just a recap, that’s all i-,” Butcher’s hand leaves your thigh. “Put the fuckin’ boy down girl!”

Your eyes return to the scene in front of you, and you groan in frustration. Kimiko had Hughie in a chokehold, whilst M.M and Frenchie tried calming her down.

Butcher shakes his head, muttering words to himself. You stand, your dress bunching around your thighs as you straighten it out.

“Where you goin?” Butcher grabs your hand, stopping you from walking away.

Turning to him, you raise an eyebrow at him, and he removes his hand. You bend down so you’re eye level, placing both hands beside his head.

“You promised me one night to ourselves,” You whisper. “One night of a romantic dinner and no fucking work.”

“I know love,” Butcher’s eyes wander to your cleavage, his voice clearing as his eyes return to yours. “We’ll get there, won’t be long.”

Leaning forward, your lips brush his ear as your hands clench against the couch.

“Just so you know, love,” Your warm breath tickles his ear. “I was planning on trying a lot of new things tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands grab at your waist, the two of you both drowning out the noises of your associates arguing.

“A whole night of fucking,” You bite his lobe. “And having my lips wrapped around you.”

Butcher gulps and before he can pull you closer, you’re already walking away.

“But if you want to spend your time working, be my guest.” You shrug at him, picking up your purse.

Someone calls your name, but you ignore it, until it’s heard again.

“(Y/N) can you please talk some sense into her! She can’t just go around putting people in headlocks!” Hughie whines to you, his face hot as he gets his breath back.

“Well don’t piss her off then, and she won’t do it.” Glancing around, you notice Frenchie talking to Kimiko as she calms down.

“I didn’t mean to piss her off, I pissed Frenchie off which means I pissed her off too.” Hughie puts his hand to his throat, the red marks from Kimikos grasp still fresh.

“You’ll learn soon lad,” Butcher stands behind him, smacking him on the back roughly. “Behind every man is a fuckin’ strong woman.”

You roll your eyes, and your boyfriend grins.

“You guys are leaving?” Hughie grimaces at Butchers smack.

“Date night.” You both nod, speaking at the same time.

“But the meeting isn’t over.”

“Look Hughie no offence, but if I don’t leave right now, I’ll shoot you all myself.” You didn’t even think twice at your words, and again, Butcher grins.

“Can’t keep a woman waitin’ Hughie.” He smacks him on the back again, before making his way towards you.

You hid your farewells to the others, ignoring M.M’s speech about how the meeting wasn’t over. Butcher’s hand slides to your waist as you walk towards his car, and he pulls you close.

He lets go when you’re there, and he opens the door for you, giving you a little curtsy.

“Don’t start kissing my ass now,” You slide into your seat. “You had your chance.”

Butcher chuckles, peering in.

“I’m alway’s kissin’ your ass love,” He shuts the door. “And you love it.”

He’s quickly by your side, his hand straight onto your thigh as he starts the car.

“So where does my lady want to go huh? Starkind, Junepar, Alenica?”

He lists a few more restaurants, but you ignore him.

“Babe? Are you even listenin’?” Butcher’s already onto the main road, his eyes darting between you and the road.

“I’ll take you to fuckin’ McDonald’s if you say nothin’.” He’s joking around, but you continue to ignore him.

“Look, I’m sorry alright, I made a promise and I broke it,” He clears his throat. “I love you, and I’m sorry.”

You break a smile, but he’s too focused on the road to see.

“Fuck, what do you want (Y/N)?” His accent comes out thicker in frustration.

You push his hand off of your thigh, and he mutters to himself.

Almost immediately, your hand reaches for his groin.

“Oh.” Butcher stops his muttering.

“I don’t want any Starkind,” You squeeze him, and he groans. “Or Junepar or Alenica or McDonalds.”

You pull his zipper down, sliding your hand into his pants.

“I want my boyfriend to take me home, and fuck me so hard that I can’t walk for days.”

Your soft hand grips his cock, already hard and ready, and you stroke him slowly.

“Fuck,” Butcher groans, his hands gripping the wheel. “Keep that up and I’ll crash the fuckin’ car.”

“Okay.” You let him go instantly, and he whines at the loss of contact.

“I mean, by all means love, keep your hand there.”

“Nope,” You pop the p. “You said it yourself.”

“You really want to go home?” He adjusts himself with his free hand.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

Butcher steps down on the accelerator in response.

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