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spinningintheshadows · 3 years ago

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Memories That Fade Like Photographs

Oops I made myself cry so bring tissues to this one. Warnings: mentions of child loss, panic attacks, john b being a supportive big brother even if it just by 17 minutes, jj still not talking about his feelings until he absolutely has to.

“Y/N you should really be asleep right now”

“I can’t sleep, J. Nerves.”

“You should at least try. This is the last time you go to bed pregnant”

“That’s why I can’t sleep”

You’re in tears, really

It’s 1:30 in the morning and you have to be at the hospital at 8:30 to deliver your first child, a son.

Or at least the first child you would raise

JJ has just come through the front door of your shared home after working his last shift for at least three weeks.

And he’s found you in tears on your sofa.

Of course, he was expecting the tears because your brother had left three hours ago and called him on the drive across town.

He could still remember the conversation

“JJ, I’m just calling to let you know I just left your house and Y/N is in tears and I expect she will be when you get home.”

“Shes 41 weeks pregnant, JB, she’s always crying.”

“I think we both know why she’s crying tonight JJ. She’s scared. For the last 41 weeks she’s been able to pretend like everything is fine but in reality she’s scared that you set that nursery up for nothing. Mentally, she’s 17 years old again and she’s scared she’s not going to bring this one home too.”

“Everything is fine, JB.”

“and everything was fine until it wasn’t last time. She’s going to be scared and emotional until she physically has him in her arms.”

JJ sighed, sitting down on the couch beside you taking you into his arms.

He placed his hand on your swollen middle, feeling your son kick.

“Do you feel that Y/N? Just keep remembering that as long as he’s moving like that, he’s okay. You’re okay.”

“But what if everything’s not okay, J”

“That’s why we’re going to have him tomorrow, baby girl. By 9:30 am we are going to be parents to a healthy baby boy. I promise you everything is going to be okay.”

“I’m scared, J”

“I know you are. You have every right to be scared, but we aren’t 17 and 18 anymore. We aren’t two kids who have only been dating 11 months. We’re 23 and 24, we’ve been married for four years. We’re stronger than we’ve ever been. He’s not Emma, he’s gonna be okay. He’s a Maybank, and we’re fighters”

“Emma was a Maybank too, JJ.”

“And I fully believe she fought to be here until the very end. Cmon, let’s go to bed baby”

He helps you stand up, guiding you to your bedroom.

Although neither of you sleep that night

Not with you scared, and him still trying to reassure you that he was okay.

He’d never admit it but he was equally as terrified.

Losing your daughter had almost killed him.

It basically ended your relationship for nearly a year.

As much as he tried to be the positive happy husband, he’d gone into every appointment with you holding his breath.

There had been many mornings he’d gone into work after not sleeping from holding you while you cried.

But he never showed you when he cried about it.

Showing emotions and talking about his feelings were not something he did regularly, so most of his crying spells were in the car on the drive to or from work.

“J, I need you to help me up. I have to pee”

“Of course Baby”

You managed to waddle to the bathroom but when you got up you yelled for JJ.

“You okay Baby?”

“No, John James, I am not okay!”

“What’s going on?”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes.

“My water broke, J”

“Oh. Okay, let’s get you changed and we’ll go okay?”

“I’m not ready.”

“Ready or not he was coming today anyway, it’s just on his terms now”

By the time you got to the hospital, JJ was sure you were having a full blown panic attack

And as much as he hated to admit it, there was only one person who was going to be able to talk you down, so while they took you to triage, he dialed the number on his phone.

“JJ it is four am”

“And your twin sister is in labor and having a panic attack, JB. We both know you’re the only one who’s gonna talk her down so I need you to not only be my best friend right now, I need you to go into big brother mode, even if it is only by 17 minutes”

“I’m on my way.”

By the time John B got there, you had calmed your breathing down but JJ could still see the panic in your eyes.

He sat, holding your hand on one side and JB sat beside you on the other holding your other hand.

“Why are you here, JB?”

“Because I promised you that you’d never have to go through this alone, Y/N. I’m your older brother. I'm always going to be here.”

“You know my husband is right here right?”

“Yes and I know your husband is the one who called me forty five minutes ago and said my baby sister was in labor and having a panic attack and we both know I’m the only one who could talk you down, Y/N”

“I’m really scared”

“I know you are, but it sounds like you’re going to be a mom within the hour and as soon as you lay eyes on him, all that fear is going to be replaced with adoration for this tiny human you’ve made with the love of your life. I know, I have the experience.”

You half smile at your brother as he talks about your niece, who was sleeping in your old bedroom at the Chateau.

Of course, like always, your brother was right.

The moment that you heard your son cry for the first time, your tears turned from scared tears to happy tears.

The moment the nurse handed him to JJ, you saw your husband cry for the first time since he was 18.

It was daylight by the time John B came back to the hospital, having to get his daughter off to preschool for the day.

He found JJ walking around your hospital room with your son in his arms while you slept.

“He’s here. He’s perfect”

“Never thought I’d say this but you look really good with a baby in your arms, JJ”

“I don’t think I’ve put him down other than to let Y/N feed him.”

“I can’t believe there’s a human on this earth that is half my sister, half my best friend”

“Here. I’m pleased to introduce you to your almost 9 pound nephew, Ezra Booker Maybank. I am 100% under the assumption that his middle name is some weird twin thing”

“It’s not weird. We promised each other when we were kids we would name our children after each other. Harlow’s middle name is y/m/n. It’s cute, I promise.”

JJ obviously took a picture of his best friend with nephew and made sure to send it to him.

When you woke up, sore and still exhausted, John B was the only one in the room, holding your son on his lap with his head in his hands.

“Hi JB.”

“You made a cute kid, Y/N. I know that Harlow was smaller than him but I can’t even remember her being this tiny. And he’s got so much hair.”

“He’s a blondie, gonna look like his dad. Where is JJ anyway?”

“He ran home to get something. Said it was a surprise for you.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want him?”

“Yeah, give me my son.”

You’re nursing when JJ comes back in the room.

“Hi baby.”

“You’re back.”

“I got something for you”

“Oh?”

“I know you noticed a few weeks ago that Emma had been moved and that’s because I took her to the mainland with me.”

“What are you talking about, J?”

“JB found a woman on the mainland that makes memorial jewelry with ashes. I had her make us new wedding bands.”

“What?”

Out of his pocket he pulled a small velvet box and sat beside you on the bed opening it so you could see.

“So the ring is black, but the grey silvery line? That’s our daughter. I know I don’t talk about my emotions very often, but losing her almost killed me too, y’know. Everything was fine one second and she was ripped away from us the next. I was eighteen, it was my first, my only serious relationship. I know we didn’t plan for her, but I was so excited to be a dad and until today, I didn’t get the chance. I wanted something that meant I would have her all day everyday. That we would have her all day everyday.”

“JJ. I don’t know what to say. This is the most thoughtful thing you’ve ever got for me. It must have been so expensive though”

Tears were falling again.

You weren’t sure how exactly your crazy ass first boyfriend had become such a thoughtful, sweet husband.

All you really knew is that you were 100% undoubtedly in love with him.

“They weren’t cheap, but it was worth it.”

“I love it.”

“I love you, I love him.”

“We did make a pretty cute kid huh.”

“No, we made pretty cute kids. Emma was beautiful just like her Mama”

“I’ve been a disaster this whole pregnancy.”

“Y/N you swore off ever getting pregnant again four years ago when Sarah found out about Harlow. And then nine months ago, I walk in from work to you having a panic attack in our bathroom because of an overpriced piece of plastic. I put on the strong face for you because you needed to be a disaster. You went from being twenty two to suddenly being seventeen again and being told our daughter isn’t breathing moments after she’s born. And that was your fear this entire pregnancy, that we were going to get to this point and be told those words again. But we didn’t, baby. We’re sitting here, holding our son and he’s healthy and breathing and we get to take him home, and watch him grow up.”

“Hey J?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re cute when you rant.”

“Shut up.”

“I hope he’s just like you.”

“Maybe without the fighting though. I don’t care how hyperactive he is, just let’s not having get suspended every couple months”

“That’s the dream.”

“I love you”

“I love you more, J.”

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lanland04moure · 3 years ago

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𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 - 𝑱𝒂𝒚 [ 𝑬𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏 ]

I'm wishing I could see you tomorrow, the waiting is killing me, I wouldn't mind you visiting me even in my dreams. I really hope I can see you tomorrow, a promise I don't want to become a lie.

You said you were traveling home. So I hope I can see you tomorrow. When I open the door even if it was a tiring day, I wish you'll be waiting for me with open arms.

I don't want to celebrate one more birthday away from you. You promised you would be here.

Three days without answering messages, you don't answer my calls, you promised you would come home tonight.

You promised I'd have the best birthday ever, but you're not here. I don't want to distrust your word, I don't want this feeling.

I stirred once again on the already uncomfortable couch, you're not coming. Enough time had passed, maybe it was time for me to resign myself, it's not like you can throw away all your responsibilities with the group and come here in the middle of your promotions.

I am fully aware that even if you promised you would, it was not in your hands what schedule you would be given.

11:50 p.m.

I sighed as I took another glance at the clock, nothing separated us from the big hour. You promised to be first this time.

My heart was filling with sadness as I remembered all your promises, I didn't want this. I didn't want to blame you and I didn't want to remember everything we had said, but it was there. It is unforgettable.

I tried to distract my mind, to not think about the time anymore, to not think about the date but I found it impossible. I left my place on the couch to head for the kitchen. With blurred vision I began to clear the table, put away the food and put away the nice cake I had obtained hours ago from a nice bakery near home.

In my pants pocket my cell phone vibrated insistently, I stopped what I was doing to answer the call.

—¡HAPPY BIRTHDAY!—. The collective shout of 6 voices attacked me the second I answered, then everything turned into an endless mix of words and speeches that I was not able to understand.

—Thank you guys, I really appreciate it, you have been the first this year—. I answered without much encouragement.

—The first? But what about hyu...? Oh that hurt—. Niki had started to speak, but was interrupted.

—Shut up, you always talk too much—. I could make out Sunoo's voice in the background.

I sighed.

—Again thank you guys so much, I really appreciate it, I've missed you guys so much, I hope to see you soon... I have to hang up, it's time for me to go to bed—.

—But you can't... Ah stop it—. Niki was interrupted again.

—Okay, have a good rest. We miss you so much and hope we can celebrate with you next time, as soon as we are free we will take you for a date—.

I laughed at Jungwon's words, I knew it wouldn't be like that, Jay was not one of those people who enjoyed a date surrounded by the members. After saying goodbye and thanking the guys once again I ended the call and continued what I was doing.

12:20 a.m.

The cell phone screen lit up at the slight movement I caused to the table showing me on it the time once again.

He still hadn't called. Maybe he had forgotten, he hadn't even been with the guys when they congratulated me. I stared at the pretty cake, a waste of dessert that was not to be. I placed the little candle and lit it and in the saddest way I had ever experienced I began to intone in a whisper the most depressing "happy birthday".

I was about to blow out the candle when I felt two strong arms around me, I panicked so I jumped up trying to get away.

Who had entered the apartment? And how come I didn't hear it?

—Careful baby, you can hurt yourself—. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was here. He really had come.

—Jay... How?—.

—It was hard, I didn't think I was going to make it... The guys helped me get out, I couldn't let you down—. He came up to me to wrap me in a hug again.— Happy birthday, babe—. He kissed my forehead and pulled me tighter to his chest, my tears were soon flowing, he had kept his word, he was really here.

—Thank you Jongseong, you are everything to me, I love you so much—. Jay caressed my hair while slowly and in a low tone he started to sing again the traditional chant in his style, while he made us dance slowly in the small kitchen.

—I know I almost failed you, it wouldn't be the first time... But I ask you to please never forget how much I loved you, I would move heaven, sea and earth to come back to you—.

I nodded without looking at him, I didn't need that. Maybe I had doubted, but still I always had my faith and hope in him, I loved him very much and I knew he always gave his all not to harm me, not to fail me.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 4 years ago

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Here to Misbehave (Pt. 23 | S.R.)

Summary: Spencer’s birthday plans get interrupted by a case. Frustrated by Reader’s busy schedule, Spencer finds a unique way to spend time with her. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Mild exhibitionism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, Dom/sub, light choking, degradation/praise, sub space Word Count: 7.3k

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Waiting for Spencer Reid was an interesting position to be in. It was also, unfortunately, very, very common. You would think the IQ points would translate to efficiency, but you’d be very wrong. The only thing that boy does fast is read, and even that didn’t follow through to text messages, considering he’d read none of the six I’d sent him in the past hour.

So, naturally, as one does in an emergency, I called him. Unsurprisingly, the phone barely rang a second time before he picked up. Talking was, as we were both aware, his forte. Without even waiting for my greeting, his groggy voice came through the receiver with a song-like sound.

“Hello, little girl.”

But it wasn’t his turn to sing, and he knew damn well why I was calling. I could hear the smirk on his face so well that I could also envision exactly what he looked like in that moment, with his fluffy hair sticking up from constantly running his hands through it and his eyes only half-open as he tried to finish reading whatever horrible thing that he had in front of him.

It wasn’t how anyone should be spending their birthday. Especially not him. There wasn’t really anything I could do about it, though that didn’t make it any easier to hear the exhaustion and sadness behind that scratchy voice.

“What’re you doing up late? It’s past your bedtime, you know,” he chastised before I even had a chance to speak. He wasn’t wrong — It was 3AM where I was. But where he was, it’d just hit midnight.

“I just wanted to wish a happy birthday to my favorite old man,” I purred back once I’d managed to calm my fast-beating heart. I wondered if I’d ever get used to the brief rush of adrenaline and relief when I heard his voice for the first time after some time away.

I hoped not.

Spencer didn’t seem impressed by my reasoning, though. “You’re sweet. Go to sleep.”

“You’re up, too,” I whined, still picturing the way he would undoubtedly pull the phone further away to lessen the noise. I almost asked if he was also picturing me but stopped when I realized that whatever he had in mind was probably a lot more exciting than reality. Then again, he often told me that moments like this were his favorite. When we’re both too tired to keep our eyes open but too happy to be with each other to let them close all the way.

“Barely,” he corrected.

“Besides, I had to stay up. It’s your birthday.”

I’d meant to lift his spirits, but the long pause after I finished made it evident that my efforts were for naught. He almost seemed even more upset than when he’d answered, and I tried to convince myself that it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t that hard, considering he was probably staring at images or words of dead people.

“Yeah, sure feels like it.”

His tone alone ensured me it was worse than my imagination.

“Put your work down and pay attention to me instead,” I suggested as softly as I could with the neediness bleeding through, “That’s the first part of your present.”

“You’re my present?” he asked through a gruff laugh that made my heart skip a beat, “I like that present.”

He was trying. I could feel it in his voice, and I wished more than anything that I could teleport to where he was and hold him until it was too difficult for his mouth to form a frown.

“You already have me. That’d be like regifting,” I pointed out with only a pinch of self-deprecation. It was still too much for Spencer, though, who swiftly shot back the ever cheesy, “Every day with you is a gift.”

“Gross, don’t get all sentimental with me,” I ordered playfully.

He returned the energy with all the sass I always knew he was capable of. Once his whining ceased, he mumbled, “Do you come with a gift receipt?”

“No returns or exchanges allowed, I’m afraid.”

Spencer just let out a strained sigh, and in my head, I imagined how it would feel to climb onto his lap as he leaned back in his chair. I could almost feel his arms wrapping around my waist and his lips peppering kisses wherever he could reach. I could feel his love for me flowing across the country, persisting past the cell tower obstacles to make its way back to me.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he whispered, his first purely sincere statement of the night.

It was an unfortunate choice, too, because it also reminded me of the biggest bummer that I unfortunately had to share.

“Oh, I meant to tell you, it’s midterm season, so…”

He was, thankfully, not as bummed as I was expecting. He was almost certainly thrilled to have a chance to sleep spread out on his bed without having to satisfy the very needy girl beside him, but he still managed to come up with enough bratty energy to scoff, “Are you telling me that I don’t get my gift when I get home?”

“It’ll just be a few days. Promise,” I spoke through the biggest, cheesiest smile I’d had yet. “You’re very distracting, Dr. Reid.”

“When are your exams?” His enthusiasm gave away just how disappointed he was with the news, but any frustration was clearly aimed at my poor professors.

“My last one is on Wednesday.”

The gasp that left him was too funny not to laugh, followed by exasperated, blubbered nonsense that didn’t ever get much clearer. I barely managed to understand him when he cried, “Don’t they know Halloween should be a national holiday?!”

“You should call my professors and yell at them.”

He actually considered it for a moment, but then returned the same silly intonation, “Maybe I will.”

“Do it. You’re probably more qualified than them to teach me, anyway.”

After a short silence that was filled with more sexual tension than I’d expected considering how the phone call started, I heard Spencer gruffly comment, “You’re a cocky little brat tonight.”

It was so familiar to me that I jumped on the opportunity, giggling through my sleep deprived delirium, “I’m in rare form for your birthday.”

The explanation earned me a chuckle, but not much else. At least, not that I could see. The static on the other end of the phone sounded a lot like the way it looked when Spencer leaned his face against his palm and tried to see something that wasn’t there.

But I was there. Sort of. We’d done a lot more with a lot less, after all. So, that’s what I offered him.

“You know… we could have a redo of the last time I called you late at night on a case.”

“That did not end well for me last time,” he droned. I tried not to laugh at the manufactured memory of Spencer holed up in a hotel bathroom because he just had to have me in whatever way he could.

“Only happy endings for your birthday. I promise.”

But then, as it always did, work got in the way. Filled with only the greatest sadness and regret, Spencer quietly but honestly replied, “As much as I would love to, I don’t think it’ll be possible on this case.”

“Is it that bad?”

“Unfortunately.”

I bit my lip because there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t help Spencer with his work any more than I could fix the distance. All I could offer him was a safe home to return to. He would always find that with me.

“Well, in that case, I will be equipped with cartoons and kisses upon your return,” I offered with grace.

But I wasn’t the only one in rare form. Without skipping a beat, Spencer corrected with a smug sadness, “You mean your return. Considering you’re abandoning me on my birthday.”

“Oh my god, the drama!” I cried before remembering that it was, still, in fact, 3AM. The light grimace I gave after remembering would be the only apology my neighbors would get from me. I was too busy building a narrative happy enough to drown out the horrors in front of him. “You’d think I was the one who was away all the time.”

“I’m allowed to be selfish; it’s my birthday,” he sang, and I soaked in the sound, storing it away for any rainy days.

“Fine. What do you want, brat?” I asked in the worst attempt at an impression I’d ever given.

He was just waiting for the question. Drawing out the first couple of syllables, he laughed through the stupidest birthday wish of all time.

“I want… you to go to bed.”

“Ugh!” I yelled again, not even bothering to feel bad about it that time. My exasperation fell on deaf ears, both from a willful desire to ignore my suffering and a literal ringing from the constant yelling.

Still, that impossible man drummed up enough compassion to gloat with a simple, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, jerk,” I grumbled, only to be swiftly corrected with a playful, “Try that again.”

“I love you, too, old man.”

He was satisfied enough with that answer, despite the sarcasm dripping from it. He still knew that the words were true, and that was all that mattered. Any punishments that might be necessary for my broken promise to behave for his birthday could always be doled out later. When the distance between us was narrowed to inches and clothes could be removed like cheap wrapping paper.

“Thank you, little girl. Sweet dreams,” he whispered, reminding me once more of just how empty my bed felt without him. I stared at his pillow for just one second before I threw myself into it. He chuckled at the sound of rustling sheets over the receiver but said nothing else.

“You get some sleep tonight, too, okay?” I asked, uncharacteristically and openly vulnerable in a way that used to scare me.

Spencer’s voice was filled with pride and love as he answered, “You can’t see it, but I am giving you a pinky promise.”

“Good.” Burying my face in his pillow again made it easier to remember that it wouldn’t be forever when I said, “Bye, Spencer.”

“Goodnight, little girl.”

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Autumn on campus felt pretty similar to the rest of the year. I wished that it were different, a little more exciting, to reflect how I felt about the impending holiday. But no, it was just students stumbling into their usual classes and hectically scheduled midterms with hangovers and a total lack of holiday cheer.

It was, in a few words, a complete bummer. The only thing that kept me going through the last of my exams was the knowledge that I’d be seeing Spencer. Unfortunately, he was still doing that rather annoying thing where he refused to answer my text messages. It wasn’t until he ignored even my most ridiculous threats that I realized something was going on.

The ‘Read’ notification sat menacingly on my screen, and I was so fixated on it that I almost didn’t notice the familiar mop of brown curls visible in the front row of the auditorium. But once I saw it, the phone was forgotten faster than ever before. I ran down the steps at a ridiculously dangerous pace, dodging the others still grumbling from their previous exams.

I landed in front of him with only enough breath left to sneer, “You’re in my seat.”

“Surprise,” he said with my favorite smug, self-assured smile.

“Adorable. Now move,” I ordered with a wave of my hand. As much as I loved the guy, I wasn’t about to change my seating arrangement for him. It was beginning to make sense, though, why my friend told me that she wouldn’t be sitting with me today.

“Fine,” he sighed, taking his sweet time moving seats and watching me happily bounce on my feet in the meantime. I snuck behind him into the seat before he’d even fully stood up. That little amount of friction between our bodies seemed to be enough to cause the tension to mount. It’d only been seconds, but I was already seriously considering abandoning the class. To hell with the professor who’d already seen me.

But Spencer’s eyes locked on mine, and he leaned onto the armrest with that same silly smirk.

“It’s a workday, Dr. Reid,” I whispered, forcing my arm next to his and watching the way his pupils grew as I came closer.

“I might have pulled a few strings,” he replied just as quietly, keeping the illusion of secrecy despite many prying eyes around us, “Might’ve told Hotch I was invited.”

“But you weren’t,” I snorted.

Spencer’s head hung in just a little bit of shame, but his wide smile never waned. It was still there, bright and pure in its simplicity as he softly admitted, “Yeah. I lied. But I’m here now.”

There were no complaints about that fact, either. His pinky reached out to mine, twining together in the dim light of the auditorium. Somehow, for a brief second, I forgot about everything else. The noisy chatter meant nothing to me, the two of us lost in some alternate pocket universe that felt safe and warm from the cold air outside.

But time resumed, and I watched as Spencer took his eyes off of me first, turning instead to the lecturer watching us with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Good morning everyone! We have a special guest with us today.”

I wanted to pay attention to his little introduction, but I couldn’t. Every word that was said about him sounded so clinical. It felt so empty compared to the truth I knew about him. He was so much more than a collection of publications and PhDs.

He was… indescribable. Even as his mouth formed a flat line and his awkward handshake was granted to the crowds of disinterested students, all I saw was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Even if it was only from the shadows of his greatness. Then again, I don’t think he’d ever let me feel that way.

Speaking of…

"Dr. Reid, the only thing I ask is for you to give these wonderful students a chance to show you what they know,” my professor started with a laugh before he so kindly continued, “So go easy on them."

In any other situation, I might have let it slide. I would have accepted the fact that Spencer was far beyond my intellect and not stand up for myself. But this time, Spencer was on my turf.

"All due respect to Dr. Reid, I don't think he needs to go easy on us,” I called from the front row, only audible to the other dutiful students that cared enough to sit up front. I heard Spencer laugh beside me, shaking his head just a little bit at the challenge. He didn’t say anything though, and I returned my eyes to the professor who was already familiar with my antics as I boasted, "At least not on me."

While Spencer caught on to the fairly obvious double entendre, shifting his crossed legs closer, the professor just wrote it off as my usual academic pride.

“I did try to warn you that that one might get competitive,” he commented. At this point, everyone had definitely figured out my relation to the man next to me. It was kind of hard to hide a bullet wound from your school. But again, I was so caught up in the man beside me that I didn’t even feel a little shame at their playful teasing.

Spencer’s commentary was the only thing that mattered, and he gave it with a dreamy sigh. "I'm not offended at all. I'm sure she's very clever."

The little bit of light left in the room started to fade, and once I was shrouded by the shadows, I felt confident enough in my plan to dig through the bag at my feet to pull out probably the nerdiest item in it.

A fucking back-up clicker. Which, I promptly handed to the man beside me.

“You’re in seat B4,” I whispered gruffly, earning yet another snarky chuckle from my boyfriend.

“Is that a challenge?”

I didn’t answer. Not him, anyway. What I did answer was the question that had appeared on the screen.

“Ms. (Y/n)?” My professor called, recognizing my seat number without even looking up.

Luckily for me, today was nothing but a review day of the midterm I’d already taken. While I knew all of the questions and, what I’d hoped were the right answers, Spencer had to read the questions from scratch. Really, it didn’t give me an edge. It just put us on equal playing ground.

As I gave my answer, I watched in my peripherals as Spencer’s eyes narrowed and tongue peeked out from lips that I still hadn’t gotten the chance to kiss today.

It was a bad thing to think about, because my brief reverie of the things that mouth was capable of reminded me of another one. I didn’t even notice another question had appeared on the screen, and when I heard the familiar buzz of an attempted answer, I shared my Professor’s temporary confusion.

“Ah, Dr. Reid,” he laughed, probably already regretting welcoming the bastard here, “Please explain the answer.”

But there was another thing working in my favor: My boyfriend’s giant fucking ego. Really, it should be impossible that someone who was normally super insecure could enjoy showing off as much as he did. My professor didn’t mind, because Spencer’s long-winded answer was a wonderful review of… basically the entire course, and I didn’t mind because it granted me the one thing I needed.

Time. Time to slowly remove my jacket and reveal the sweater underneath. Spencer’s eyes caught the motion, glancing over only a couple of times while he managed to give his answer. It wasn’t until I started to remove the sweater that he cut his answer short.

His throat clearing told me he wanted my attention, but I was still just too distracted for him. I fanned my chest that felt warm for reasons other than the temperature of the room, guaranteeing his eyes would stay there long enough for me to catch the next question before he had a chance.

Or so I thought. Because before the question appeared, I made the positively stupid mistake of meeting his gaze. As soon as I did, my mind was stuck there, drowning in molasses and honey and—

“Dr. Reid, please feel free to continue to do my job for me. Lord knows I would love a break,” the professor joked, and I almost felt guilty for just how genuine he sounded. Not like Spencer would have noticed passive aggression if it existed.

Not like either of us would have cared. Per usual, we were so lost in the space of B4 and B5 that we didn’t care about the rest of the alphabet. All we cared about was winning. It was growing more and more obvious to me, though, that I would have to become a little more ruthless if I wanted to bring down the bona fide genius.

The sound of his voice rang through the auditorium loud, clear, and confident. He didn’t need to worry if he was right or not, because he knew he was. The smugness was grating to my ears. I knew I couldn’t trick him into making a mistake, but there was one thing I could do.

I’d learned one thing very well in my time with Spencer, and that was how to manipulate that pretty little voice of his.

For example, if I wanted to hear it catch in his throat and come out a few pitches higher, all I would have to do is touch him. The riskier the touch, the higher his voice would go. Which was why I spread out the jacket over my lap, making sure that our legs were close enough that it covered him, too. Then I waited, calmly and kindly listening to him drone along until there was a natural enough inflection to hide evidence of any nefarious actions. Just as his voice started to rise, I slid my hand over his knee.

Spencer barely stuttered, just enough for me to know he was affected, but not enough for anyone else to notice. He took the loss with grace, quickly ending his answer with a summary that contained only half as many words as he would have normally provided.

He kept a few for me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, shifting close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my ear.

“All’s fair in love and war,” I hummed. His breath caught again when I began stroking my thumb over his leg that had just started to bounce.

“This is wildly inappropriate.”

“How perceptive,” I returned with my own little smirk. The interaction caught us both, trapping us in the alternate dimension that existed when we held each other. His hand found its way to mine, and his thumb brushed over the back and sent goosebumps shooting over my skin.

I’d practically abandoned our pursuits altogether when I heard my friend’s voice as she took the question that we’d both missed. I should’ve been upset for losing after all that I’d gone through for my strategy to succeed, but it was hard to feel anything other than butterflies when Spencer was still looking at me like that.

Even when I looked away, he stayed, patiently waiting for me to take the final question in the review. I granted him a chance to take it, but he just shook his head, implicitly asking me to take the win for the both of us. Even when we were competing, we were always on the same team.

There were no more distractions as I explained the answer as simply as I could. I was positive the rest of the class was tired of hearing our voices, but Spencer never stopped smiling. I could feel the pride rolling off of him, his hand growing tighter around mine as he took in a deep breath.

“Very good, (y/n),” my professor announced, signaling the end and initiating a large sigh of relief from everyone else.

Spencer sighed too, although his was with a different kind of relief; a dreamy, soft sound as he muttered under his breath, “Just like I said. Very clever.”

The air felt positively electric, and I never hated my class more than I did in that moment. The rest of the period ticked by so slowly that I almost swore the clocks were broken. Once we were allowed to leave, Spencer insisted on sticking around to thank the professor for his hospitality.

I knew it was necessary, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. I tried to be as patient as possible, even though it seemed pointless. Spencer’s little grin told me he knew very well what he was doing. The conversation had dragged on for practically five minutes of agony while I idled by the door.

But then my professor passed, and I felt the adrenaline course through my veins in seconds. As anticipated, we didn’t even make it out of the building before the tension broke. We’d barely even made it down the goddamn hallway before I shoved his scrawny ass into the first empty classroom I found. Once the door clicked shut behind us, the roles were quickly reversed.

I hadn’t seen him that excited in so long that I’d almost forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in his undertow. I couldn’t keep track of his hands or his mouth as they marked any bare skin they could find. But no matter how frantic and uncoordinated the movements were, they never ceased to send chills down my spine.

“This is wildly inappropriate, Dr. Reid,” I managed to slur between sloppy, heated kisses. It was barely comprehensible through the pent-up lust that had driven us there in the first place, but it still felt worth saying.

Spencer, however, made his feelings very clear with a gruff, forceful, “I don’t care.”

His hands were already roaming over my hips, pulling me so close to the edge that I nearly fell off the counter entirely. While I was laughing at his haste, he was busy leaving angry marks on my collarbone, pulling the top of my shirt down to grant him more access. And despite how badly my body burned with desire and need, I drummed up just enough self-preservation to force out a few, regrettable words.

“Take me home.”

Even though I tried to make it sound more seductive than a normal request to stop, it brought the momentum to a halt. Spencer immediately stopped his kisses, but let his hands continue to stroke loving patterns over the sides of my thighs.

“Don’t you have other classes?” he asked. The feeling of his breath against my ears making me second-guess my already voiced decision. But as enticing as the idea was of having him now, having already waited over a week, I knew we could have so much more fun with a little bit of privacy.

“Don’t you have work?” I teased, hoping that it would spur him to take the action we both knew was safer. At the same time, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to poke fun at the academic in him.

“Unless this is your way of telling me you've always wanted to fuck a girl in a lab because, I must admit I'd be more than happy to oblige."

Spencer’s whole body tensed as he imagined just what it would feel like to take me in such a public place. After a couple seconds that I can only imagine were filled with fantasies and a reasonable fear, he pulled me from my seat on the counter and placed me back on the ground.

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling me by my wrist towards the door.

I only barely managed to stop him with both hands on his arm. He turned back to look at me like I’d done some horrible thing, but I was too busy trying to stop the laughter that was spilling from my chest.

“You’re uh—” I cleared my throat, pointing to the very noticeable tent in his slacks before I keened through the giggles, “You’re gonna have to do something about that.”

With a quick glance down, Spencer remembered the very unfortunately obvious trait of the male anatomy. “Fuck,” he stated plainly.

I couldn’t resist.

“I mean, I’m down,” I joked one final time.

“Shut up!” Spencer laughed, too, trying and failing to adjust himself in his pants while I just enjoyed the show.

After all, we both knew that once we were alone, he would get a reprieve from my ridicule. He would get whatever he wanted.

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The chaotic clashing of hands and mouths continued seconds after we’d reached our destination. The empty apartment had all of the sounds of our desperation echoing back to us, and after soaking in the melodious noise for a few seconds, I snapped back to reality.

“Okay, she doesn’t get home for another 30 minutes at the earliest so, we’d better hurry,” I urged, trying to shove Spencer off of me to convince him to move. It barely worked, with his arms clutching tighter the harder I struggled to get away.

Wrapped together just like that, the two of us barely made it a few feet before we almost tumbled to the ground. That was just enough of a reminder of our lack of coordination for Spencer to finally, begrudgingly, release me. Kind of. His hand still held tight to mine, and our laughter still combined the whole way to our bed.

From there, Spencer felt confident in our privacy to answer, “That’s fine. I usually tear open my gifts pretty quickly.”

It was a very good metaphor for the way his hands worked over my clothes. I didn’t even try to pinpoint the moment where being naked no longer made me feel nervous. I let the scar tissue show because neither of us were going to look at it, anyway. We were too caught up in the slight shifts and nuances of our faces as we rushed towards our one mutual goal.

“I missed you,” I mumbled, the words feeling as natural as breathing itself.

“I missed you, too,” he returned, and I felt the raw emotion, the sincerity and desire in every syllable. But once it was over and he had finally managed to remove everything but my underwear, all that was left was an all-encompassing, mind-altering level of lust.

“God, watching you in class was so fucking frustrating,” he strained, his upper lip curling with disdain as he watched my body squirm against the sheets.

“Why’s that?”

“I wanted you so badly.”

There was no denying that it was the honest truth, and I didn’t even want to try. I wanted to gloat and bask in the confirmation that his presence was dangerous for my academic career. Not to mention my sanity.

“Like I said. You’re very distracting.”

Then, to prove my point, that brilliant bastard shoved his hand under the band of my underwear. He only held me softly for one second before he slid his fingers through the slickness and thrust them roughly into me. It hadn’t been that long, but the emptiness I felt before was even more apparent now that I had any part of him inside of me again.

“Am I?” he chimed with a smile.

I wanted to be bratty, to fight the tension that was building and appear unfazed by his ministrations, but there was simply no pretending. Not when my body was already on the verge of spasming around his fingers that seemed to stroke the perfect place within me with every movement.

“Jesus Christ,” I sighed. I should’ve known better than to give him ammunition.

“You’ve resorted to blasphemy already?”

Spencer partnered the tease with a ruthless thrust, burying his fingers to the knuckle inside of me and holding them there. He waited until I ran out of breath and struggled to take another while also trying not to scream in a mixture of frustration and devastating need for more.

“I thought I told you we had to hurry?”

“We’ve got time,” he shot back without pause, “You’re just being a needy little brat.”

“Yes, I am,” I whined just as quickly, “I’m a fucking brat and I need you.”

He almost seemed disappointed in my compliance. His fingers began moving again, eliciting noises that were louder, higher, and sweeter after the anticipation. He tried to draw the attitude out of me by stopping again, waiting for a quip that didn’t come.

“Awww, no fight?” he cooed.

“I can’t. It’s your birthday,” I grumbled before biting my tongue. The pressure was becoming so unbearable I thought I might honestly draw blood. But after another few seconds of torture that felt like a lifetime, Spencer withdrew his hand completely.

He was testing the limits, watching how far I would let him go before begging. But even when he took the same soaked fingers and began rubbing me from the outside of my underwear, I only opened my mouth to steal quick, soft breaths and give pitiful whines.

“Oh, I like this…” he laughed, apparently having gotten past his concern about my sudden compliance, “I could get used to you behaving.”

The song-like cadence got to me, threatening to spark and ignite everything I was holding back. I almost bit back. I almost let the desire scorch my throat with a few choice words for the very rude genius, but I didn’t. The only thing that stopped me was the feel of cotton sliding down my thighs as he removed the final barrier between us.

“You’d miss my misbehaving,” I said with a chuckle. The sound mixed with another, a deep moan that filled my chest when I felt him press himself against my entrance. My back arched, causing him to slip inside of me just enough for us to both lose our words.

“I don’t know…”

If I’d wanted to say anything, my mouth wouldn’t have let me. It was too busy singing his praise while simultaneously begging him to silence it. My lips floundered for a kiss that he hung just far enough away from me to deny. Satisfaction was painted over every feature as he started to enter me, brushing his lips against my mouth every few seconds just to pull away before I was granted the intimacy I sought.

“You do look rather cute when you’re begging.”

It was strange, the way my body started to predict his movements. I met him in the middle of every motion, and I swore even our breath became synchronized in its rapid firing. It wasn’t until his hand rested over my throat we broke the rhythm. I wasn’t going to complain, letting the energy flow down my spine that arched towards him on instinct. His hips never stopped, and I could tell by the way his breath hitched and his fingers grew tighter around my neck that the new angle was as wonderful for him as it was for me.

“You look so sweet when you let go of every ounce of self-preservation and dignity you have and put your life in my hands,” he whispered with an affection that almost seemed odd considering the context. But then there was something else in his moans, a genuine gentleness that made my already arrhythmic heart beat faster.

“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?” he asked as his movements stayed calm and careful. Loving and safe.

I didn’t even notice my eyes had closed, but it ultimately didn’t matter. Because when I opened them, I saw the same man that existed in every image behind my eyelids. The only indication he got that I was still capable of communication was the gentle curve of my lips that dropped open in a pleased sigh as his hips continued a slow, tender pace.

It still felt like too much, but not in a bad way. It was too much in the sense that I was reminded once again just how ruined he’d made me. And the smug little shit knew it, too.

“You don’t have a single thought in that pretty little head, do you?” he cooed, dragging his hand up the column of my throat to force his fingers against my tongue. True to my word, I didn’t try to fight back. I soaked the digits that still tasted like me with my jaw left open. His pupils dilated as he watched the spit pool in my mouth that awaited his instruction.

“You just want to be used. Like the perfect little doll you are.”

Unlike my own, his smile was more of a smirk. A crooked, ever so slightly wicked quirk that made my muscles tense around him in their own version of an affirmative answer. He took it, happily. His body crashed into mine, but it merely felt like an extension of myself returning home like the waves meeting the shore. I could feel him claiming his rightful place at the deepest parts of me, making his home with every powerful motion of his hips.

I could hardly breathe, let alone think. I didn’t want to. It felt unnecessary.

“My sweet little girl,” he muttered with an unbelievably chaste kiss in the center of my forehead, “You’d do anything to make your daddy happy.”

I felt detached from myself in a way that didn’t feel me with fear or pain. I could feel myself through his hands, strong and working the pliable flesh of my thighs as he held them up so that he could drive into me harder.

His eyes, also only half open, burned with intensity. I could feel the determination, the undying desire to grant me a serenity that no one else could. His need for me to feel safe and loved with the seemingly contradictory brutality.

But it wasn’t contradictory. The power behind every movement, the insistence on being as close to me as he possibly could, might have caused some physical pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of sharing this space with him. Of sharing my body with him just to see what he would do with it. I already knew, but I wanted to feel it again and again. Because with each stroke of his hand and thrust of his hips, I felt it.

Spencer had free rein to do whatever he wanted, and he chose to love me.

“I’m so close. You know what I want,” he pleaded despite holding all of the power. He handed it to me with a low groan, trying to kiss my lips while he commanded, “Do it. Come for me.”

My body obeyed his command, falling to pieces around him with shockwaves breaking over every inch of me. My vision went white, crafting a halo of light around him as he also found himself reaching a peak that seemed different than the times we’d shared before.

I tried to figure out what had changed, what about this time made it unique. But as the euphoria faded, all I saw staring back at me was the same face as always, radiating a joy and understanding that warmed damp, chilly skin. Spencer’s release provided a similar warmth within me, and my body clung to him even tighter despite the exhaustion.

My breathing took its time to even out, but I was in no rush to leave him. I would have stayed like that forever, with Spencer covering me like the silliest, boniest blanket. If it wasn’t for the dead weight he eventually dropped on me, we probably would’ve spent the whole day lost in the covers. But he could thank the scars for me being a little less forgiving.

Of course, thankful is not the word to describe him at all. Whiny was more like it. Even as I turned our bodies together so that I would still be sitting on his lap, he did nothing but groan and bitch about it. That is, until I silenced him with a kiss that barely brushed over his lips.

That was enough to turn his frown back to the dopey smile I loved so much.

“Happy birthday, old man,” I purred, enjoying the way his hands grabbed me tighter at the loving nickname. But age wasn’t what was on his mind. I could see it in the way his eyes tore past my defenses and he held me closer like we could actually become one if he tried hard enough.

“I’m so in love with you, it’s infuriating,” he whispered.

“I’ve heard that one before.”

Spencer wasn’t in a joking mood, though. All of his humor seemed to be expended earlier in the day, and now he was just left with all the mushy, romantic innards that I normally kept at bay.

It wasn’t that bad, though, I thought as his hands framed my face so our foreheads would touch. There were worse things to be trapped with.

“It’s true,” he mumbled with his voice still high and slurred together, “I look at you and there is just… nothing that can be said that would ever explain the way it feels.”

“Gross,” I joked.

“Get used to it,” he returned. And if that wasn’t enough to make me laugh, he stuck his tongue out in the most childish display I’d seen from him since he’d fucking licked my hand on our picnic. It was also just charming enough that I was willing to let the sappy stuff slide.

“I’ll be nice to you this time,” I grumbled. “But also, speaking of time, you’d better hurry up if you don’t want to do the walk of shame with an audience.”

Spencer’s arms fell limp with a dramatic cry before he used them to cover his face once more.

“Ugh. Go,” he ordered. Despite his words, he still made me fight against greedy hands to wrestle my way out of bed. It would have been smarter to let me go quickly. I really don’t know what he was thinking, but he would learn his mistake soon enough. Because as I was finishing up in the bathroom, I heard a very amused voice chiming down the hall on the other side of the door.

“Good afternoon, Spencer.”

I debated not opening the door and freeing Spencer from the unbelievably uncomfortable position he’d just found himself in, but ultimately decided it was too cruel. Still, the stalling had taken up enough time that the poor guy felt compelled to reply.

And, of course, the only thing he could think to say was a pathetic, high pitched, “Hi.”

Somehow managing to contain the absolutely riotous laughter I felt in my gut, I opened the door with the straightest face I could muster.

It wasn’t enough. Spencer saw the pleasure I took in his humiliation and practically shoved me out of the bathroom to take my place behind the doors. While I found the action endearing in the most awkward way, my roommate was mostly just confused about how the fuck I’d managed to find someone as stupid as me.

“I didn’t know he was coming,” she said once she managed to smile at the silly situation.

Clearing my throat, I tried to sound sincere in my bullshit apology. “Me either, sorry.”

In a way, I think the fact I couldn’t pull myself together worked in my favor. Normally, she would have scolded me (albeit playfully) for not alerting her of what she might be walking in on, but this time, she just tried to withhold the smile that still stretched over her cheeks despite her best efforts.

“You’re fine,” she sighed, giving in to the desire to go against her usual grumpy demeanor before retreating to her own room. “Have fun, you hooligans.”

Once her door clicked shut, I heard shuffling on the other side of the door next to me. Spencer’s shadow was visible from the light peeking out underneath, and I waited a few more restless seconds before I announced, “You can come out now, Spencer.”

Cautiously, the door creaked open just enough for his head to poke out and confirm that I wasn’t trying to trick him.

“I’ve never been a hooligan before,” he said with a bounce in his step and his eyebrows halfway up his face. To think that he was the same man who threatened to arrest me for existing at a nightclub was, in a word, hilarious.

“Well, good news for you,” I purred, and the sound must have reminded him of my more devilish nature, because his jubilance quickly shifted back to an obvious anxiety. I wrapped my arms around him even when it meant that his muscles tensed, dragging him down so I could whisper in his ear, “I was just about to ask if you wanted to help me play hooky.”

“And do what?”

It felt strange to say that I hadn’t really thought about it. That the second I’d seen him I knew that the day would be good and free and fun. That everything felt so perfectly fine that I didn’t even want to challenge it with a schedule.

Spencer looked at me, his answer apparent in the way he started to relax the longer we stayed wrapped up in a shitty apartment hallway. It didn’t matter what I said. Spencer would have followed me, just like I would have done for him.

And without the angst or uncertainty of what could go wrong, there was only one thing left for us to do. With a shrug and pout, I proposed the riskiest plan we’d had yet.

“Whatever we want.”

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sugar sugar - november.

Summary: Becky is in trouble and the only one who she can think of to call, is Henry.

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Brief mention of a racist and juvie.

Wordcount: 7.1k (another monster, but October was worse

A/N: And I posted it today 😅 I appreciate every single comment on this fic. I love how we’re all soft for sugar daddy Henry and want that in life 😂 Also, on another note: I have no idea how the police works in the USA (or in general really). My only references are what I found on google and crime shows (which aren’t exactly great references, come to think of it). So hopefully it’s not too far from the truth 🙃🙃 I tried my best

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November 2nd 11 a.m.

Henry and I went to a furniture store on October the 24th, where we (excuse me, he) bought a new bed of my liking, couches, coffee tables, general tables and other stuff I don’t have but could use and got it delivered at our building. On October the 26th, the place was officially mine and he arranged a U-Haul with a driver, so we could move out my clothes, well-loved bedside table and that one chair I’m very fond off.

Since Henry had to go to work and was overloaded by a shit ton of meetings, I invited Viola and Genevieve to help me out. They adored my new apartment and told me we would have many many sleepovers here.

I ordered some curtains and bedding online and after work, Henry and I would work together on getting the place ready. I am officially out of the lousy apartment building I surely hope I’m never going back to. Not having mister Del Rossi breathing down my neck is honestly one of the refreshing parts about this move.

Today I don’t have to work, but since my other stuff don’t arrive till later tonight, I decide to walk around a bit and I miraculously wind up in the Upper East Side. It’s weird not to work my ass off for seven days a week, but only four.

Meaning I have time left for other things. It’s weird, but something I can totally get used to.

It’s a shame that at this point, I can barely buy anything with the money I earn, mainly because I want to pay off mister Del Rossi as soon as possible. I save up the money gives to me. The only money I’ve got to spend is the hundred dollars in cash Henry gave me yesterday.

I already bought myself a coffee with it, but I’m kinda lost as to what more I can buy myself.

I see a man sitting on the curb, his back leaning against a wall as his dog keeps him company. He has a hat in front of him and I see there’s only some shiny coins in it. Poor guy, I think to myself. I always sympathize with everyone who has to live on the streets, no matter what their situation is, because I know I was only one step away from living a life like that.

I grab my wallet and decide to give him seventy dollars, mostly because that leaves me with twenty five dollars, meaning if I get lost on my way back, I can hail a cab.

‘Hi,’ I say, as I approach him.

He looks up. ‘Hello miss.’

‘How are you today?’ I ask him.

‘The sun is shining, so I don’t have anything to complain about.’

Instead of placing the money in his hat, I hold out my hand, with the bills between my fingers. ‘Here, this is for you.’

‘Oh,’ he says, blinking his eyes really fast. ‘It’s a lot, are you sure?’

‘Yes, I’m sure.’

‘This is more than I make in weeks,’ he says with a gentle smile. ‘I am forever grateful.’

He is sweet. Totally the type of person who I would enjoy hanging out with. ‘Do you sit here a lot?’

‘All day, every day, miss,’ the man answers, as he pats his dog on the head.

‘I’ll come back very soon, okay?’ I offer. ‘Especially during the colder months, you know, so you have enough money for shelter.’

He places his hand on his chest. ‘Miss, I appreciate it.’

‘What’s your name?’ I ask him.

‘I’m Tony,’ he says with a shy smile, ‘and this is Lila.’

‘My name is Becky,’ I say. ‘I’ll be back very soon, Tony. Buy yourself and Lila something nice, okay?’

‘I promise, miss Becky. Thank you for noticing me.’

And from the look in his eyes, I can almost tell that’s what he is truly thankful for. Sure the money is a nice bonus, but noticing him, that is what must’ve made his day. I don’t think I can comprehend how hard it must be on someone, being ignored by people all day long. And not just one day, but weeks, months, if not years. After we said our goodbyes, I try to find my new place again, but it’s actually a lot harder than it looks like. Thankfully I have my phone with me, who guides me back to my home.

However, during the trip, I can’t stop thinking about Tony, so maybe I can tell Henry about it. Maybe he can help Tony out…

I mean, to speak with Peter, he is filthy rich.

I wander down the streets and I near my building. I wave to the receptionist when I walk in and the second I get to my room, I let out a content breath. This is my life now, I think to myself, as I stare at the beautifully decorated place. Sure, it’s still a bit bland though, but I know that once Henry has more time, he’ll find an excuse to spoil me to death.

It might be a little much from time to time, but according to my two friends, I should never ever say no to him when he wants to buy me stuff or simply give me money.

Besides, I have no idea how long this agreement we have between us is gonna last, meaning I should enjoy it and take every opportunity.

I hear two knocks on my door, causing me to jump slightly. I’m still in my tiny hallway, still with my shoes on. It’s almost like the person on the other side of the door was waiting for me.

I open the door, only to discover two police officers.

Oh shit, no.

‘Miss Rebecca Kim?’

This is giving me major flashbacks and not the good kind. Should I throw the door in their face and jump out of the window? I don’t think I will survive that escape attempt.

Besides, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. I don’t even know what they want yet.

‘Yes?’

They introduce themselves as officers Richards and Marshall, while they show me their badges. No need to be suspicious, Becky. Maybe they want help with something that happened in the building. ‘We are here to investigate a theft case.’

This is how you can be a good citizen, I try to convince myself. Maybe some filthy rich bitch here got robbed, maybe I’ve seen something. ‘Oh,’ I say. ‘And how can I help with that?’

‘We have reason to believe that there was some property stolen from your former apartment. Owned by a mister del Rossi.’

This isn’t Madison Square Park Tower related. This is Becky related and I’m not liking it so far. ‘What property?’ I ask.

‘A chair and a bedside table, from your former apartment.’

I let out a laugh. They are totally wasting their time. ‘But those are mine,’ I say.

‘Mister Del Rossi claims they were his. He has given us very specific description as to why they belong to him.’

‘I am so sorry, I don’t understand. Why is that my problem? Even if it were his, it’s a chair and a bedside table.’

‘Family value and your history with theft.’

Damn it. ‘That’s from when I was a minor.’

‘Therefore still on your record.’

I have no idea how to respond to it. ‘What is gonna happen now?’

‘We can check out the belongings and see whether mister Del Rossi is right or not.’

That must be doable. I cannot believe mister Del Rossi would do something like this. I may not have been the greatest tenant of all time, but I feel like he has had a lot worse. Also, a bedside table and chair? I honestly don’t think that was his, but let’s be fair: I moved in when I was slightly intoxicated. ‘Sure, come on in.’

I show them the so called stolen bedside table and chair and I watch them checking the property. There are so many more useful things they could be doing with their time right now, instead they are wasting my time. I want to say something to them, but I decide to be the bigger person and keep my mouth shut.

No need to anger them.

Officer Richards twists the table leg of the bedside table and holds it upside down. It reveals a pack of money and a pretty old looking ring. ‘What?’ I ask them. ‘What’s that?’

The two exchange looks and not the good kind.

How do I talk myself out of this? ‘If mister Del Rossi is so keen on this table, he can have it back,’ I say. ‘I swear, I don’t care. He can have it. We can settle this now, right?’

‘Miss Kim, if you could turn around,’ officer Marshall says, as he grabs the handcuffs. ‘You are under arrest for larceny.’

‘No,’ I say. ‘This is absolutely ridiculous. Take the damn bedside table and chair if the man is so keen on it.’

‘Ma’am.’

‘Don’t ma’am me,’ I angrily say. ‘This is blown out of proportion nor a reason for me to be arrested. Come on, don’t you have actually thieves to catch? Who yank purses from old ladies shoulders, who rob people at gunpoint?’

However, I’m still getting cuffed. This is humiliating. I cannot believe this is happening, for such a stupid thing like this. I should’ve jumped out of the damn window, hoping to land on a pile garbage.

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After I was literally dragged out of my apartment building—fucking cuffed!—I am taken to the police station. I’m placed in an interrogation room, without my phone or my other belongings. I am ashamed. Embarrassed.

‘Can I at least call someone?’ I ask officer Richards after fifteen minutes of deafening silence. ‘That’s allowed, right?’

He looks up, making eye contact with something and not long after that, another officer walks in, to hand me my phone.

‘One phone call, miss and make it worth it,’ officer Richards says.

Well, if you could just drop fucking dead, I think to myself. I unlock my phone and click on Henry’s number. Please, pick up, please, pick up.

‘Hi Becky.’

I almost forget what is happening to me at the moment, because he picks up greeting me already. I let out a breath of sheer relief, when I realize that the one person who can help me now, actually picked up. ‘Henry, I’m in trouble.’

‘What’s wrong?’ he asks.

I clear my throat, almost too embarrassed to say something. ‘I’m at the police station.’

‘What? Are you okay? What happened?’

‘I’m fine, but… I’m arrested for theft. It was totally by accident, I swear, but… I just don’t know what to do. I figured you could help me. I am so sorry, but I didn’t know who else to call.’

‘Why did they arrest you for theft?

‘Because apparently I stole something from Mister Del Rossi. I didn’t know, I thought the bedside table was mine.’

I hear him mumble something and I think it’s not directed to me. ‘I’ll be there in a minute.’

‘I’m so sorry, Henry.’

‘I’m coming over and I’ll see you in a bit, Becky.’ With that he hangs up and I place my phone on the table, only for it to be yanked away by the other officer.

Time goes by very slowly, especially when you share a room with officer Richards, who carries a very interesting smell with him. Thankfully, they all leave me alone and that’s when my mind starts racing. It continues to go back to when I was younger. When I ran away from the police, after getting caught shoplifting and actually left them on a five block manhunt. I remember the first day I spend in juvie. The second time I was brought to juvie. The moments where I was humiliated. Being looked down on. Laughed at. Not only by others who were stuck there, but also by the guards, finding your sore spot within a second, making you feel absolutely miserable with one comment.

The door opens after two long hours and officer Marshall stands in the doorway. He has a bags of my belongings in his hand and roughly empties it on the table. ‘You’re free to go, miss Kim,’ he says.

I am not being arrested? ‘Hm?’ I grab my phone, before I check my wallet and other belongings.

‘You’re very lucky,’ he says. ‘A certain gentleman and his attorney arranged something for you and you’re off the hook now. Even the arrest is expunged.’

I am not going to jail? I almost want to let out a laugh or a cry or something out of relief, but I am too numb to respond. When I’ve got everything, I follow him to the entrance. Henry sits on a chair, looking around him. He seems so out of place here, it’s almost laughable. Our eyes meet and while he stands up, I rush passed other people towards him. I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders, causing him to pull me in a strong embrace as he lifts me off my feet.

I’m safe now, I’m not going to jail.

‘Are you okay, Becky?’ he asks me.

‘I am now,’ I whisper.

‘You’re all safe now, darling,’ he says. Is that a pet name? That never left his lips before, but it’s oddly soothing. ‘You’re here with me, nothing is going to happen to you now.’

‘I’m so sorry.’

‘What are you sorry about?’ he asks me, as he puts me back on my feet. He holds my face in his strong and safe hands.

I place my hands on his wrists. ‘For calling you,’ I say. ‘I just didn’t know who else to call and you were the first one that came to mind and…’ I sigh.

‘It’s all taking care of,’ he says in a soft tone. ‘You don’t have to worry about anything.’ When he notes my lack of reaction (still a bit in shock by the events that just took place), Henry tugs me underneath his strong and protective arm. ‘Let’s get you home.’

Home. The place where I was dragged away with my hands behind my back. I don’t think I can ever show my face there again.

The two of us sit in his car, while he does what he says: getting me home. He has placed his hand on my leg as he is maneuvering through the crowded streets. I place mine on his, my fingers playing with his. He told me that his attorney is now going to mister Del Rossi, straightening everything out and how this arrest will not show up on my record.

‘I never knew you were in juvie twice,’ he then finally says. I wonder how long he has been thinking about it and when he actually found out about this.

‘It’s something I’d rather forget.’

‘I understand,’ he says. ‘I was just quite surprised when I found out.’

I squeeze his hand, as I stare at how our fingers are intertwined. ‘I was fourteen,’ I start. ‘I was so pissed at one of my teachers. He was my math teacher and he told me and this other guy that we were by far the stupidest Asians he had ever met. So when this teacher told us he was going to attend this boring party on a Saturday night, we came up with the brilliant plan to break into his house, destroy some of his stuff and write down “racist” on his walls. We managed to get in and vandalized the place. We only weren’t aware that he came home a lot earlier than expected and we were caught red handed. I spend around six months in juvie, before I was let out again.’

Henry nods. ‘What an idiot,’ he mutters. ‘Your teacher, I mean.’

'The second time was a year later. My mom was so disappointed by me and my antics, that she refused to buy me new clothes, until I got my grades up. I only didn’t do it, so I started shoplifting. I was pretty damn good at it. Had hundreds of dollars worth of stuff. At one point I was obviously caught and because of my history and the fact I outran the cops for quite some time, I spend more time in Juvie. I was around sixteen when I got out, but my parents disowned me. Because I was a minor, I went into the system, but I mostly spend my time at the shelter. I worked hard and when I was eighteen, I was let go and started my life. Or tried to start my life.’

‘That must’ve been rough.’

‘It was horrible,’ I say. ‘I thought I let all of that in the past. I never expected mister Del Rossi to do something like this. It was just a table and I’m almost sure he planted the stuff in there, just to get back at me.’ I wipe my tears from my cheek. ‘I’m sorry, Henry,’ I whimper, ‘I am so so sorry.’

‘What for?’

‘This entire mess,’ I choke out. ‘This isn’t what you signed up for.’

He squeezes my hand, but he can’t seem to answer to it. He parks the car in the garage and together we walk to the elevator. I keep my head down, hoping no one will recognize me. He walks me all the way to my room and when I opened the door, I nod for him to come with me.

‘You want some tea?’ he asks me.

‘Yeah sure,’ I mumble.

I plop on the couch, as I rub my face. He hasn’t responded to what I said back in the car and maybe on top of everything else that happened today, I can barely handle it. After he made a cup of tea for me and placed it on my newly bought coffee table, he crouches down in front of me, holding out his hands for me to take. I carefully take them and he lets out a sigh. ‘Don’t you worry, okay? This hasn’t changed anything about our agreement. I took care of mister Del Rossi and what you owe him.’

‘Really?’

He nods. ‘I just wished you told me you were still owing him money. That way I could’ve helped you.’

‘It just didn’t feel right to ask you to pay off debts like that.’

He shakes his head. ‘Becky, I want to be there for you, to support you financially and that includes paying off these sorts of things.’

I don’t know what to say.

‘So, if there is another thing you need to pay off, you can let me know when you’re ready for that, but remember: I want to help you.’

‘Okay,’ I say. ‘I’ll let you know. Thank you.’

‘Of course,’ he whispers, smiling at me. ‘I have another offer, you ready?’

‘Mhm.’

‘I’m going to Paris in around two weeks,’ he says. ‘And I’d like it if you would go with me. We’ll be staying there for a few days, while I have some meetings.’

That sounds wonderful, but there is just one slight problem. ‘I can’t go with you,’ I say. ‘I don’t have a passport and that stuff takes awhile to arrange.’

Henry does not seem fazed at all. ‘Not if I make some calls,’ he says. ‘I’ll take care of that, okay?’

I’ll take care of that. It’s almost like I’m walking through the city and he clears the way for me, making sure I can’t trip over anything.

‘Thanks,’ I say. ‘Are you sure you still want to be in this agreement with me? One hundred percent positive?’

‘Of course,’ he says. ‘I really like having you around.’

November 16th 9 p.m.

Henry must be gifted (or just rich), because he indeed arranged a passport for me, meaning I can go with him to Paris. I was thinking we would get on a commercial flight, sitting in first class with some wine and a chair that is more comfortable than my bed.

Henry apparently is too rich for that as well, because he travels by private jet. Which is absolutely mind blowing to me. There is room enough to sit, even a bed to curl up on and a mini fridge, filled with snacks and drinks.

Once we’re in the air and I’m allowed to get out of the seat, I try to find the best possible spot for me to sit on, but it’s just that no matter where I sit, somewhere else seems even better. While I am aware that sleeping might actually be the smart choice for me, I can’t seem to relax. I’m almost like an annoying energizing bunny, hopping around from spot to spot.

Henry leans back in his chair, ushering me over to sit next to him near the window. I plop down and let out a deep breath. Maybe this was what I needed, to be forced to sit down before I make myself absolutely mental.

‘You know’ I say, ‘this is the first time I’ve been on a plane. I can’t believe my first time flying is gonna be on a private jet. This is absolutely amazing. I told my friends Genevieve and Viola about it and they were so jealous!’

Henry chuckles. ‘You want something to drink?’

‘Yeah some water and maybe a few sedatives. I feel like I’m annoying you.’

‘You,’ he says, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge, ‘could never annoy me.’ He twists the cap of the bottle and hands it to me. ‘If you were to annoy me, I would’ve left you in New York.’

There is some truth to it. I take a sip of the water, followed by a few others and Henry hands me the cap and I twist it on again. ‘What is the plan?’ I ask. ‘Can I just go shopping and exploring Paris, while you are stuck in a room filled with boring people?’

‘Something like that, yes.’

I love my life. ‘Isn’t it boring, though?’ I ask curiously. ‘All those meetings?’

He shrugs. ‘Sometimes, but I kinda zone out from time to time.’

I snort. ‘And you are the CEO of one of the top tech companies?’

He chuckles, bumping his knee against mine. ‘Well, there is one meeting slash party I’d like you to join.’

I nod. ‘Of course, I’ll be your arm candy.’

Henry smiles. ‘Tell me, Becky, how’s your book going?’

‘Well,’ I say, ‘I finally finished the entire outline, including some scenes I really want in my novel. I actually brought my laptop to maybe continue writing here.’ I sense his next question: ‘And no, I am not going to tell you what it’s about.’

He seems slightly offended. ‘Why not?’

‘Because,’ I say, ‘it’s personal and I’m afraid you won’t like it.’

‘I get the personal part,’ he says, ‘but I highly doubt I won’t like it.’

‘I’m sill not telling you about it,’ I say. ‘Sorry.’

Henry chuckles. ‘Okay, you tease, have it your way.’

November 17th 8 a.m.

When we land in Paris, it’s already midnight and I go straight to bed, since I’m exhausted. I know I could sleep on the plane, but I was too hyper to close my eyes. It’s the sight of the kings bed that makes me immediately sleepy.

Henry and I share a large presidential suit, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms and the only thing that separates us is a thin door and wall. before we meet in the living room area.

I wake up the next morning and decide to get myself ready. I don’t know what exactly is in store today, but I want to make the most out of it. There are crêpes and croissants waiting for me in Paris, so obviously I should get up bright and early.

After some hesitating, I decide to change into a simple jeans, paired with a sweater and some sneakers, since I’m going to do quite the walking today. Henry suggested he’d arrange a driver for me and while that is something I fantasize about, I do think I haven’t been a sugar baby long enough to accept this.

‘There you are,’ he says, a smile noticeable in his voice, when I walk into the living room. He adjusts his tie, before moving on to buttoning down the sleeve of his blazer.

‘Let me help,’ I say, walking closer and do what he was initially doing himself. He is so close right now, I’m afraid he’ll hear my rising heartbeat. ‘All set.’

‘Thank you, darling.’

Ever since the police station, he has been calling me darling every so often and I would lie if I said that the little pet name didn’t make me giddy inside and makes me feel so special. I was never called a pet name when I was younger, so it almost makes it extra special now.

His hand slides in his pocket and he gives me something. ‘Here you go.’

‘What’s this?’ I ask, though I am aware it’s a credit card. He arranged a credit card for me? I never owned a credit card of my o—

‘It’s my credit card.’

To say I’m gobsmacked is a severe understatement. ‘You are giving me your credit card? Why on earth would you do that?’

Henry chuckles. ‘Because you and I have that meeting slash party tonight,’ he says, ‘and I think this would be a perfect opportunity to see you in something… Chanel.’

How does one respond to that? A gulp and a soft ‘Oh okay’ will do for now.

‘There is just one condition.’ Henry pushes my hair back, before placing his hand on my shoulder, giving me a firm squeeze. ‘You have to keep me posted every single time you buy something. Even though I’m in a meeting, I always have time for you.’

My heart flutters, as I simply nod. ‘Okay,’ I say, ‘I can do that.’

‘You want breakfast?’ he asks, almost like he didn’t give me his credit card and that condition a few seconds ago.

‘Yeah, sure.’

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It took me a good hour, but finally I managed to find the Chanel store. It looks fancy, too fancy for me if I’m being honest.

Will this be my Julia Roberts Pretty Woman moment? Will I be told out of the store, because I look like drab? I guess I should’ve worn something that’s a bit more lavish. I kinda regret not snatching that chihuahua out of that old lady’s hand, because he was wearing a Burberry shirt. That must’ve let the employees know I’m rich.

But I am rich. I carry a very wealthy man’s credit card with me.

I walk into the store and one employee behind the counter looks up. ‘Bonjour,’ she says.

Oh no, my French is horrible. ‘Bonjour,’ I say and I internally cringe. I sound even worse than I imagined. Please, don’t talk French anymore, Becky. ‘I need something really fancy for a meeting slash party. Like fancy fancy.’

Though the explanation is abysmal, she nods as if she understands. ‘What kind of meeting?’

‘Oh,’ I say, ‘with rich business like people.’

Again she nods. ‘Price range?’

I love this. ‘I don’t have one.’

Her eyes widen and as she nods, trying to understand how a woman like me does not have a price range. I mean, it’s even beyond my comprehension and I’m living this new life, so I totally get her.

I think I try on a billion dresses and every single one of them is not up to my taste. It’s either too frumpy, itchy or it simply doesn’t fit, until I wear this tweed dress, with ruffles at the end of the short sleeves. The skirt of the dress flares and all in all, it’s quite short, but as it’s paired with matching blueish grayish high heels, I do feel like I’m a true vision.

After I bought a purse to go along with it, I walk out of the store and send Henry the pictures I made in the dressing room. I know he told me to keep him posted every single time I bought something and while I don’t know if that entails pictures to go with it, I still attach them.

It only takes less than a minute, before I receive an answer back. He really has time for me…

Henry: You look beautiful, darling

Henry: Go buy some golden jewelry

Henry: Just not a necklace

I stare at the screen. Is he indicating he already bought me a necklace?

Becky: Really?

Henry: Really

It turns out, I’m better at jewelry shopping, but I think all in all I spend fifteen minutes in the jewelry store. I treat myself on some croissants, as I text my friends, letting them now what is currently happening.

Viola: I know I say it all the time, but I’m so fucking jealous.

Viola: I wish this was my life!!!

Genevieve: I suggest a quickie in the hotel room.

Becky: Please, shut up

Genevieve: I mean, you’re sharing the presidential suit. I feel like that’s an obligation to have sex.

Becky: Shut up

Genevieve: OH DID YOU BUY SOME LINGERIE FOR HIM? I MEAN, HE WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU LET HIM KNOW

Becky: GEN SHUT THE FUCK UP

Viola: No Gen, please continue this!!!!!!

My phone rings, pulling me out of the conversation. It’s Henry. I clear my throat, before I answer. ‘Bonjour,’ I say.

Henry laughs. ‘You’ve been adapting to Paris, I hear.’

‘Well yes or should I say: oui.’

He chuckles. ‘How are you doing?’

‘Great, I mean, this is a lovely way to spend my free time, so thank you very much. How are you?’

‘Bored, but nearly done. Is there something else you need to buy?’

Lingerie. Oh shit, I hate you, Genevieve, for filling my thoughts with these suggestions. ‘No, no, I’m good. When will you be done?’

‘In about an hour.’

‘Okay,’ I say. ‘I think I’m gonna start walking back to the hotel. If a miracle happens and I manage to find it, I’ll be back before you and have some time to write. If not, you can find me somewhere in Paris.’

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Yeah, I got lost. It was even that bad, that I had to share my location with Henry, so he could legit find me somewhere in Paris. He even had to call me, telling me to stop walking, because I was getting further and further away from the hotel with every step I took.

Yes, I am that clueless.

We ordered room service for our dinner and after that, we both got ready for the meeting slash party. I lock myself in the bathroom, to take a shower and get myself totally ready for tonight. However, I can’t stop thinking about the possibility of him giving me a necklace. I wonder what it looks like. I know it’s golden, because he told me to buy something gold, meaning he wants it to match.

Right?

I just hope it matches with my ring.

I put on some red lipstick, as a contrast to the tweed dress. I slip on the heels and grab my purse, that I packed with the lipstick, some lady products and my phone. Not to brag, but I look really really lovely in this outfit. I walk towards the living room and Henry is already done, only fixing his tie as he looks in the mirror. He must’ve heard me, because he turns around.

I make a twirl. ‘And? What do you think now you see it in real life?’

‘Stunning,’ he says, walking towards me. He wears a simply black suit, but even in the simplicity of the plain color, he looks absolutely delicious. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, as he takes me in, top to bottom. ‘I approve.’

I have severe issues responding to him. It’s just that he says all these things and I have no clue on how to answer.

He grabs a velvet box from the table and opens it, revealing a golden penchant, decorated with small diamonds. My mouth falls open. ‘You have got to be shitting me,’ I say. ‘It’s absolutely gorgeous, Henry.’

‘Allow me,’ he says, as he takes the necklace out of the box. I grab my hair together as I turn around, giving him the opportunity to put it on. When the necklace it’s on, he gently pulls my hand away, allowing my hair to drop on my back. He fixes it for a brief moment, before he says: ‘Go check it out.’

I rush towards the mirror and oh my, this matches perfectly with the ring I bought myself. Henry stands behind me again, as he places his hands on the dips of my waist. ‘You still like it?’

‘I adore it, Henry, thank you so much.’ I try not to faint because of the feeling of his large hands in my waist. I almost think that we look like such a beautiful couple, however, I have to remind myself that we’re not. We’re in an agreement, nothing romantic at all.

He squeezes my waist. ‘Now let’s make everyone jealous.’

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This party is boring, especially when I compare it to Gino’s rooftop party. These people are so dull, so sexless. No one laughs and it almost feels like I’m attending a funeral. I am very tempted to fill myself with alcoholic drinks and snacks, but drinking and eating my boredom away, will probably not help my case.

Henry is talking to someone, who should record audios for people with insomnia. Oh shit, that man is boring. I don’t want to sound like a whiny baby, but I want to go. I wrap my arm around Henry’s, hoping I gain his attention. He has been speaking French to the dull guy in front of him and while that is absolutely fascinating, I am very close to falling asleep. His hands meets mind and he gestures something to the other person, an indication to wait. ‘What’s wrong, darling?’

‘How long is this going to last?’ I ask him.

Henry chuckles. ‘It’s boring, isn’t it?’

‘To say the least,’ I mumble. ‘My grandma’s cremation was more fun than this. I don’t want to complain but every second ticks by at least seven times.’

He nods. ‘I agree, we’re going.’

We are saying our goodbyes to the man, before rushing out of this place. I can’t stop my giggles as Henry helps me in my coat and we’re finally outside again. Far away from the entrance.

‘You have to pay me extra for this,’ I laugh.

He smiles. ‘Well, I think I have the perfect way to make up for tonight,’ he says. He holds out his hand and I take it. ‘I’m sorry I dragged you to this.’

‘Oh please,’ I say, ‘no need to apologize. I was pleasantly surprised to hear your French, it’s a whole lot better than mine. Where are we going by the way?’

‘Secret,’ he says.

We wander through Paris and we finally reach the Eiffel Tower. ‘It’s so beautiful,’ I say. ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like on top.’

‘Allow me,’ he says with a smile. ‘I was actually going to surprise you tomorrow with a trip, but we’re going now. You look beautiful, it would be a shame if we didn’t make use of that.’

My heart stops beating. Is he for real? Is he seriously going to take me there? ‘Seriously?’ I ask him.

‘Of course. When you’re in Paris, you have to climb the Eiffel Tower.’

‘We are taking the elevator right?’ I ask him.

‘Obviously. Want to go all the way to the top first or…?’

‘The top,’ I decide.

Henry shows his ID to one of the employees and we actually can pass. It’s so amazing what money can do. I hold onto his hand as we get in the elevator and I nearly jump up and down of sheer excitement. ‘I can’t believe you did this for me.’

He frowns. ‘Why not?’

‘No one has ever done this for me before,’ I quietly admit. ‘I never even visited the Statue of Liberty.’

‘You haven’t?’ He seems genuinely surprised. ‘Well, that means I have to take you there very soon.’ The elevator doors slide open and I nearly jump out. I can’t believe we’re at the top. Paris seems so… peaceful now. I look over my shoulder, only to see Henry making pictures.

Of me.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask him.

‘Knitting,’ he deadpans.

I roll my eyes. ‘Ha-ha, very funny. Don’t take pictures of me.’

‘Why not?’

‘I’m not photogenic,’ I say.

He scoffs. ‘Nonsense, you are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.’

I bite my lip, as I think of what Peter said to me last month. ‘Really?’

‘Really.’

‘So, what Peter told me about you only seeing my profile and being sold when you saw my pictures, was true?’

Is he blushing? ‘Peter is a big fat blabbermouth,’ he simply states.

‘So it’s true?’

He sighs. ‘Well, yeah.’

‘I’m honored,’ I say, ‘especially because you are very handsome and intelligent. I so hope I don’t disappoint.’

‘Becky, darling, you never disappoint. I mean, I’m taking you to the Eiffel Tower of all places. You and I could’ve went straight home after the meeting we just attended.’ He takes a few steps forward and says: ‘I’m trying to give you the life you deserve. You should be able to see every place in the world and you should have everything your heart desires.’

I stare at my shoes, as I bite my lip. I see his shoes stop in front of mine and he places his index finger underneath my chin, making me look up. ‘I don’t deserve it.’

‘Why are you saying that?’ he asks me.

‘I signed up for a site,’ I say, ‘because I was nearly homeless. It doesn’t have anything to do with me deserving it. It has to do with me surviving.’

He places his warm hand on my cheek. ‘Darling,’ he whispers, ‘you signing up for that site and me reaching out to you and spoiling you, has nothing to do with whether or not you deserve it. Come on, I signed up because I had no idea what to do with my money and I was lonely.’

I chuckle. ‘Sounds slightly pathetic when you put it that way. A lot more pathetic than I do.’

‘Good, you can smile again,’ he says. ‘Listen, I want to do this, I want to spoil you absolutely rotten, but if it makes you feel uncomfortable, then… Then I can stop or at least take it easy.’

I lean against his hand. ‘Just… Have to get used to it all.’ I snatch his phone from his hands and say: ‘Now, be my model.’

November 20th 8 a.m.

We’re leaving today at around four in the afternoon. Henry is making breakfast, while I get ready for the day. I change into a simple outfit, because we’re going to fly later today and I twist my hair in a simple bun. These last couple of days were amazing. I still can’t believe this is my life now. Henry is so sympathetic, so sweet and wholesome. It’s in the small things he does for me. He holds my hair as I try to eat some crêpes. He walks on the street side when we’re on the curb. He holds my hand when we cross the road.

‘Good morning,’ I say. ‘Boy, am I going to miss Paris.’ I plant my butt on the seat and smile as I see Henry in the kitchen, working on something. He truly is the real package. He is handsome, intelligent, able to provide himself and me with very decent food and has a lot of money.

What more could a girl wish for?

‘We could stay here,’ he suggests.

I let out a chuckle. ‘No, please. I mean, we could, but I have plans with my friends. I could bail, but that wouldn’t be nice.’

He turns around with a smile and places the plate with cupcakes on the table. ‘You’re a good friend, Becky.’

‘You made these?’ I ask him.

‘I sure did.’

‘You are a man of many talents,’ I say, as I grab one. ‘Henry, I need something.’

That sure as hell gets my his attention. ‘Tell me.’

‘My friend Genevieve’s birthday is coming up,’ I say. ‘And I want to arrange the perfect place for her to celebrate it with her boyfriend and her family.’

Henry frowns. ‘You’re not invited?’

‘Well, not to dinner with her family and boyfriend. The night before, me, Gen and Viola are having a sleepover. She has been stressing about a perfect place to take her family to and that’s why I wanted to arrange this for her.’

He nods. ‘You have a place in mind?’

‘Eleven Madison Park,’ I whisper.

‘For how many people?’

‘Around seven to ten, not sure.’

Henry grabs his phone and starts to type. ‘Once we’re back in New York, I’ll make some calls. When?’

‘November thirtieth. At around nine p.m.?’

He simply nods. ‘Okay, will arrange something. I’ll let them put it on my tab.’

While this might be nothing to him, it means the world to me. I have been wanting to do something for my friends, after everything they’ve done for me and I’m now partially done to thank them. I get out of my chair and wrap my arms around his neck. ‘Thank you so much, Henry, you are amazing.’

He places his hand on my back, pulling me closer to him. ‘It’s no big deal.’

‘It is to me,’ I say, as I pull back. ‘Thank you.’

He smiles, as I plop back on my seat. ‘Not a problem, Becky. I’m glad you’re asking me something like that.’

I blush. ‘Well,’ I redirect the conversation. ‘What’s the plan for today?’

‘I was planning on taking you shopping,’ he says. ‘If that’s okay with you of course.’

‘Want to go to a gift shop with me, to buy some souvenirs for Gen and Viola?’

He nods. ‘Always.’

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H. Cavill transferred $1500 to your bank account.

Description: For your lovely company in Paris. I appreciate it, darling

November 30th 11 p.m.

Genevieve: Becky, thank your daddy from me.

Genevieve: It’s absolutely amazing and my parents are very impressed!

Becky: His name is Henry, Gen, so please call him HENRY

Becky: Also, no problem at all 😘

Genevieve: Nehhh, daddy has a nice ring to it.

Viola: I agree with Gen on that one. Daddy just sounds better.

Becky: You were supposed to be on my side on this one…

Viola: Sorry

Viola: Do you think he is gonna arrange something for my birthday btw?

Becky: Hmm, I think I can negotiate something 😉

#henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x oc #henry cavill x asian ofc #Henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill x becky kim #sugar daddy!henry cavill #becky kim #asian ofc #sugar sugar #sugar sugar masterlist

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giowritess · 5 years ago

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— prompt & trope list —

p r o m p t & trope l i s t — m a s t e r l i s t

— under the cut you have a compilation of prompts and tropes I’ve created and found here on Tumblr and internet.

— don’t forget to check my fandoms post to see who and what I write for!

TROPES

1. Christmas

2. New Year

3. Valentine’s Day

4. Mother’s Day

5. Father’s Day

6. Wedding

7. Arranged marriage

8. Babysitter

9. Coffee shop

10. Book store

11. Fake dating/marriage

12. Forbidden love

13. Pet store

14. Parent

15. Teacher

16. Flower shop

17. Locked in a room

18. Bed sharing

19. Stranded due to weather

20. Next door neighbors

21. Bakery

FLUFF/GENERAL/ROMANCE

1. You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type. 2. Oh my god, did you just say that out loud? 3. You expecting someone? 4.Do you need a place to stay for tonight? 5. Look at us, we’re basically a couple already. 6. Compliments won’t pay my drinks. 7. Maybe, just maybe, if I get a free drink I might consider talking to you. 8. That won’t work. Try again. 9. You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions. 10. Do you trust me? 11. Can I kiss you? 12. It’s lonely here without you. 13. Is that my shirt? 14. You own my heart. 15. We’re more than friends and you know it! 16. I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight. 17. It was you the whole time. 18. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you. 19. I’m not going anywhere. 20. You make me want things I can’t have. 21. Steal the blankets again and I’ll put my cold feet on you. 22. You’re in love with her. 23. I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge. 24. Are you even listening to me?! 25. I didn’t think you could get any less romantic. 26. You make everyday worth living. 27. You’ve shown me what love feels like. 28. You’ve always felt like home. 29. I can’t imagine a world/life without you. 30. I am home. 31. I’m right where I belong. 32. Can’t you stay a little longer? 33. You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to. 34. You make me want to be better. 35. I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me. 36. I think you’re just afraid to be happy. 37. Why haven’t you kissed me already? 38. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. 39. I can’t stay away from you. 40. I’m better when I’m with you. 41. I tried my best not to feel anything for you, but I failed. 42. I don’t want to be alone right now. 43. I don’t trust myself around you. 44. I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before. 45. Can we just lie here for a moment? 46. I’ve never hated you. You just... make me feel things I don’t understand. 47. If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you. 48. I could get used to waking up next to you, actually. 49. Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry. 50. You’re a terrible liar. 51. You’re the only person I want to be with tonight. 52. You’re not going anywhere. 53. You were always good for me. 54. You’re more than just a one night stand. 55. I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.

ANGST & SAD

1. I can’t stand the thought of you. 2. Don’t fuck this up. 3. How stupid do you think I am? 4. You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry? 5. Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now. 6. I’m dying. There’s nothing you can do about it. 7. I’m not gonna lie. This isn’t how I planned for this to go down. 8. I can’t do the things you do. 9. I might never get another chance to say this. 10. Tell me I’m wrong. 11. How much of that did you hear? 12. I thought I could trust you. 13. Are you just going to leave me here? 14. Don’t. I don’t have to hear your pathetic excuses anymore. 15. You knew about this all along, didn’t you? 16. I still believe there’s a good person in you. 17. It was necessary. 18. I’m sorry this had to go down like this. 19. What the hell is wrong with you?! 20. Is that how little you think of me? 21. I’m too sober for this shit. 22. It’s not that easy. 23. You’re more than that. 24. She’s hot, but she’s evil. 25. Well, behaved women rarely make history, do they? 26. That’s not what I meant and you know it. 27. I have to tell you something. 28. Why am I not surprised? 29. She’s not yours. 30. There’s no us. There never was. 31. I made a mistake. 32. Please, don’t walk out that door. 33. When were you going to tell me? 34. The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you. 35. Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds? 36. If i asked you to stay, would you? 37. I don’t know who you are anymore. 38. I trusted you. 39. Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing. 40. You crossed a line. 41. There’s no turning back from this. 42. I needed you, and you weren’t there.

SMUT — 18+

1. Don’t make me take you home and punish you. 2. I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly. 3. You’re more than just a one night stand. 4. Like what you see? 5. Try to stay quiet, understand? 6. We’re in public, you know. 7. I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now. 8. Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop. 9. Make me. 10. Stop teasing me so much. 11. You’re in trouble now. 12. First one to make a noise loses. 13. Mine. 14. Behave. 15. What did you just say? 16. Come here. 17. Watch me. 18. If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god. 19. If you insist. 20. Could he make you feel as good as i do? 21. You make a sound and its game over. 22. If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week. 23. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet. 24. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working. 25. What? Does that feel good? 26. If we get caught i’m blaming you. 27. We have to be quiet. 28. Tell me again. 29. Say it. 30. If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning? 31. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole. 32. You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll. 33. I really want to kiss you right now. 34. Then do it. 35. You’re not taking me to bed. Ever. 36. Who said it had to be on the bed? 37. She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips. 38. Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. Thats cute. 39. Don’t fucking touch what is not yours. 40. I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not. 41. There’s people here. 42. I don’t care what you do, just fuck me. 43. Fuck you. 44. I’m not going to touch you unless you beg. 45. You can’t tease me like that and expect not to be punished. 46. I’m gonna strangle you. 47. Is that a promise? 48. You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later? 49. Stop distracting me. 50. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that. 51. Saddle up doll. 52. What are you doing in my bed?! 53. If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat. 54. You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are. 55. Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking. 56. I can't wait to be on my knees for you later. 57. Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me. 58. If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself. 59. Such a needy little thing, aren't you? 60. You better watch your fucking mouth. 61. I love the way you look with my fingers inside you. 62. Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this? 63. I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now. 64. Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting. 65. If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I'm going to bend you over that bed. 66. I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me. 67. Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules. 68. You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.

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wrienne · 3 years ago

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My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 11: Another Threat

“W-what?”

You stared at the tiny sliver of gold balancing between Yoongi’s fingers. You couldn’t believe what was happening. How the heck had Jungkook’s ring gotten into his possession?

“It was a simple question.” He stopped you before you could reply. “And don’t try to lie to me. I can see through shit like that.”

“How did you find out?” you asked as your grip tightened around the handle of the duffel bag and the computer bag. “Did he tell you?”

“Not exactly,” he answered. “I overheard an argument he had with his parents some time ago, talking about wanting to cancel ‘the marriage’. Although I wasn’t sure who he was supposed to marry against his will…” Yoongi looked pointedly at your currently naked finger. “I saw the ring on your finger yesterday. It makes too much sense considering your strange relationship and the time of the accident for all to be a mere coincidence. So tell me: when were you telling us about you and Jungkook’s engagement?”

“Where did you get that?” you asked instead, pointing at the band. “Did you steal it from him?”

“I would never steal,” he said sharply, reacting for the first time since you had met him. “I was in charge of washing our clothes once when I discovered it in his pocket. It was before he had met Park Yi-Jae, so don’t try to give me that explanation.”

You swallowed your words. You didn’t know what to say.

“Does she know?”

You shook your head.

“Did you know about her?”

You felt your jaw clench instinctively in anger. Yoongi raised a brow. “You didn’t. Huh. So that’s the private subject you couldn’t disclose and what you and Jungkook fought about yesterday.”

“Move aside,” you demanded as you tried to assume a neutral expression. You couldn’t believe he was reading through you as easily as that. “I have to get back to Jungkook.”

“Not yet,” he told you. “You haven’t answered my questions.”

“You have no right to any of the answers,” you said coolly. “And you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.”

“Do you know why he stayed with you?”

“No,” you said instantly. “There’s not a minute that goes by without me asking myself: Why would that bastard decide to deceive both of our parents and me? Why remain engaged to me when he loves another girl?” You narrowed your eyes. “Why ask? Isn’t this an obvious frame of mind?”

“Who am I to presume what you might or might not consider,” he said simply, then took a step closer to you. He lowered his voice. “Now, the rest of them might believe your tear-jerker, but I think it’s shit. There is something you want from Jungkook, isn’t it? That’s why you’re helping him.”

“No,” you began, “as I just explained--”

“People aren’t like that,” interrupted Yoongi. He wore an expressionless guise, and even his eyes and tone were inscrutable. “They don’t help someone purely at the goodness of their hearts and childhood cotton clouds. As for the reason why Jungkook chose to stay with you even when he has a girlfriend…” He snorted. “Are you really so naive you cannot see the blatant answer?”

You inhaled sharply but didn’t respond. You were doing your best not to drop the duffel bag and the computer and just swing at him.

Min Yoongi’s gaze hardened. “It’s for your name and money, Einstein.”

“Never,” you said venomously. “Do you really have so little trust in your own group member? In Jungkook? Don’t you know at least how proud he is? He would never stoop to that level.”

“Perhaps not. But he doesn’t really have a say in the marriage, does he? Think (Y/N), you attend a SKY university, so you ought to have at least some brain capacity. Who else would be able to have access to your family vault?”

“His parents,” you realized breathlessly. “His father, to be more exact.”

You couldn’t deny the truth of his words. Jungkook’s father had never been good with money and was far too fond of the bottle for someone who often ran into major economic predicaments. But why would your parents allow it to happen? What would they gain from you marrying Jungkook?

And perhaps the most important question: How and what did Min Yoongi know about Jungkook’s parents? Jungkook wasn’t the personal, talkative type. He wouldn’t have shared such delicate details of his upbringing with anyone. Right?

“Solved the mystery, did we?” He brushed some invisible dirt off his shoulders. “You can thank me after you’ve answered the rest of my questions.”

“Get out of my way.” You had too many thoughts fuddling your mind to be polite or try to be diplomatic. “I will scream if you don’t.”

Yoongi held your eyes for a moment before he tsked in annoyance and allowed you to step past. You were practically running out of the room, and only barely caught the last of a sarcastic: “--nice evening.”

Jimin stood in the kitchen washing dishes together with Taehyung, while Namjoon and Hoseok sat at the table reading off the master list. Seokjin was nowhere to be seen, and you guessed he probably was in one of the bathrooms. Music played in the background, only slightly louder than the sound of running water and the clinking and clanking of pots, plates and cutlery. It was like stepping into a whole different world compared to the unfriendly tension you had experienced with Yoongi.

Hoseok had lighted up when he spotted you, but his eyes rounded when he saw your face. Fortunately, you managed to speak first.

“I really need to get to the hospital,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound half as furious as you were.

“Here’s the list,” said Namjoon hesitantly, since he also saw your expression.

“Thanks. And thank you again for the food.”

You took the paper and folded it into your back pocket. Jimin’s initial smile fell when he met your gaze, though Taehyung simply furrowed his brows in confusion and glanced toward the room you frankly had escaped.

“I’ll leave now,” you said hurriedly before anyone could comment on your obviously upsetting conversation with Yoongi. “Goodbye.”

Their united farewell followed you as you ambled down the hallway. You did your best not to look behind you, but you felt his dark, knowing eyes drilling into your back.

This wasn’t the last you had seen of Min Yoongi.

You were putting on your shoes when a door almost swung into your face. It was becoming a bad habit, but as you skittered out of the way, you couldn’t help but yelp in surprise. Stepping out of the bathroom was Seokjin, who strangely wore a jacket and gave you a curious look.

“I figured I could help carry down the stuff,” he told you, then pointed at a few canvas bags slumped against the shelves. “Those are Jungkook’s favorite shoes. You should probably take them with you as well, if only because he bought all himself.”

You and Seokjin stood in the descending elevator when you texted Jong-Yeol to come and pick you up. But as the two of you waddled out of the building carrying Jungkook’s belongings - Seokjin having offered to carry significantly more, an offer which you gracefully refused - you found that Jong-Yeol was already directly outside.

“Thank you for the help,” you said after Seokjin and Jong-Yeol had filled up the trunk. “I didn’t realize how much I had stolen from Namjoon until I tried lifting the bag up, and by then, all of his clothes were buried underneath Jungkook’s.”

“Typical,” said Seokjin with a laugh. “It’s really no effort, though.”

“Still, thanks,” you said as you opened the car door. “Let’s buy some takeaway first,” you told Jong-Yeol. “Jungkook’s probably starving.”

Jong-Yeol hurried around the side of the car to get into the driving seat. “Chinese?”

“Hmm, no. Fried chicken.”

“Before you leave, (Y/N)...”

Halfway into the car, you stopped and glanced over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Take care of Jeon Jungkook on behalf of all six members,” said Seokjin solemnly, his gaze trailing the ground. “And feel free to contact us whenever you need help or whatever. I’ll message Sejin-manager and tell him he should give you our numbers at the hospital.”

“He’s already given me all of your numbers,” you said with a smile. “I can send my KakaoTalk ID to you later tonight if you want, since it’s cheaper that way.”

Kim Seokjin smiled, too. “That would be convenient. Bye, (Y/N).”

He helped you with the car door, and then you were off. As much as you still boiled inside due to Min Yoongi and the situation he both had established and stirred up, you knew you couldn’t show distress in the face of Jungkook. He needed you strong, dependable, now more than ever.

Besides, it wasn’t as if you could ask him about the reason and dynamic of the engagement on his part. He was amnesic.

And perhaps that was for the better.

It was a fifteen-minute drive to the nearest fried chicken shop due to traffic. It took another fifteen for you to get to Asan Medical Center, which on the other hand was fortunate considering the number of cars filling the streets. You managed to get your emotions under control, even though the question kept brewing in the back of your mind.

What was the reason your parents wanted you to marry Jungkook so direly?

After checking the time on your phone and saying bye to Jong-Yeol, you jogged through the hospital toward Jungkook’s room. In your purse were a pair of fresh jeans and a t-shirt you had picked out at random from the duffel bag, and in your left hand, you held the chicken that was surprisingly yet warm. You knew he was the combination of brave, proud and stupid to never go back on his words. And since he so foolishly had proclaimed that he wouldn’t let himself be fed, you had decided upon fried chicken, which didn’t really need cutlery of any sort.

You were a bit anxious, not knowing what state he could possibly be in, but as you opened the door to his room and spotted him in his bed, surrounded by Kim Sejin, a woman in doctor’s robe and--

Park Yi-Jae. She was sitting quietly in a chair pulled up next to Jungkook’s bed, watching him. Her eyes narrowed when you burst through the door.

“(Y/N)! Finally!”

Jungkook blatantly pointed at you. “She’s the one,” he told the doctor eagerly. “I cannot remember anyone but her."

You noticed Yi-Jae and Sejin cringe, though both out of different reasons. Sejin looked hurt, while Yi-Jae stared pleadingly at Jungkook. He ignored both.

He only saw you.

You tried not to flush with embarrassment as the female doctor scrutinized you from head to toe. She was in her mid-thirties, short and had cut her black hair to shoulder-length, though it was loosely tied just above her neck currently. The doctor readjusted her glasses then held up a blue plastic clipboard slightly.

“Then perhaps you might be more helpful handling him,” she said. Her voice reminded you a bit of your mother’s, sharp and quick, though lower and more pleasant to the ears.

“We’ll leave (Y/N) to it, then. Come,” said Sejin and carefully touched Yi-Jae’s shoulder when she didn’t respond.

“No, I can’t leave him,” she protested, her tone trembling. “Not again. Only a terrible person would leave his or her beloved when they’re in a state such as this. I will rise above anything he might say, because the fact is, he simply doesn’t know better. And maybe I can help, too.”

Yi-Jae reached out and curled her fingers around Jungkook’s. His focus shifted slowly from you to her as she spoke.

“Do you really not feel or remember anything?” she asked him, the desperation making her voice hoarse. You could see tears lining her eyes and almost had to look away. It was too raw, too painful. “It’s me, Jungkook. My name is Park Yi-Jae. We met last year on a music show and you told me on our first date that you had never seen anyone more beautiful than I in your whole life. You have made me laugh every day on KakaoTalk since and we always made time to video chat whenever we were apart. The first time I told you I loved you was on Christmas Eve when you sang that little tune for me while we were out walking late at night. I told you last week I could imagine spending the rest of my life with you. You simply cannot have forgotten all of this, Jungkook, my honey.”

For a long moment, it was quiet in the room. You watched the tears roll down Park Yi-Jae’s slightly rosy cheeks and couldn’t help but think that she was one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen. Even while crying, she was prettier than you thought it fair for anyone to be.

Briefly, you thought Jungkook might have remembered something, that the almost ludicrous way of restoring his memories worked and had started just then and there - through reminding him of his love for Yi-Jae. While talking, she had leaned so close to him they could almost kiss. His brown, familiar large eyes were holding hers, silently observing, and he didn’t move away. But then, and in a tone you prior to then had only ever heard him use with you, Jungkook replied without twitching even an eyebrow.

“Don’t touch me.”

#MCAF #wrienne #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #ao3

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chemist-ana · 3 years ago

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Chapter 13 The Morning After— Sams POV

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam, Ana Schuyler (MC), Vivan and Mason Dalton

Pairing: Sam Dalton (male) x Ana Schuyler (MC)

Rating: 18+

Content Warning: NSFW, Sexual Language, Adult Language, Sexual Situations

A/N I know there are a lot of people that do not like Sam Dalton- that being said, this chapter was especially difficult for me to write, because I am trying to give him a redeeming character arc. As a person that is involved with the family business, I can understand to a degree where he is coming from with the guilt and what he chooses some of the decisions he does. BUT please do not forgot that MC is culpable and definitely at fault as well. There are definitely some cringe worthy things in this chapter- but I hope y'all love it! Also a super big thank you for @txemrn for talking me through some of these ideas and for being the queen of angst. Love you p.

Summary: In the cold light of day, will you and Ana be able to face the consequences of your actions?

Word Count: 5800

Tag List: @txemrn @secretaryunpaid @lifeaskim @aussieez @pixie88 @thefrenchiemama @sfb123 @mainstreetreader @shewillreadyou @khoicesbyk @lady-calypso @choicesficwriterscreations @somersetmummy @melalicious8383 @chrissythadon @shannonwrote @jerzwriter

The sound of my footsteps, my labored breathing, and the early morning traffic are the only sounds in my ears, as I push my legs faster through Central Park. I reach up and wipe at the sweat that is beading on my brow, silently cursing the wretched New York, humid, summer mornings.

I usually run with music blasting in my ears… but I decided this morning to torture myself, and I can’t decide whether its working. The sounds of Ana’s moans echo through my mind, as steady as my heart beats. I see a gorgeous blonde running towards me and I give her a crooked smile as our eyes connect. She just about trips on the pavement before composing herself mid stride and continues past me, avoiding my gaze.

Well that didn’t help.

I push myself harder in the last few hundred yards of my run, and when my building finally comes into view, I slow down to a walk, reaching my arms up to catch my breath.

“Good morning, Mr. Dalton.” The morning doorman greets as he opens the door to the lobby for me.

“Thanks, Felix.” I nod as I breeze past him, waving my keycard at the scanner to my penthouse elevator.

When the door dings open, I hold my breath as I walk quietly through the still living room, everyone is still sleeping. I stop outside of Ana’s door. Resting my hands on her door frame and closing my eyes. I take a deep breath, what the fuck happened last night… I walk into my master bathroom, turning the shower water on cold.

My brain delves into the guilt that is sitting heavy on my shoulders. The guilt that I have for the years I spent fucking off in college instead of setting myself up for my future. The guilt I have for losing Eva. The guilt I have for hiring Ana… And now to add more… the guilt that I have for fucking her last night. What the fuck were you thinking? I tilt my head up into the cold water, letting the shock send a shudder down my spine.

My life has revolved around this family business… watching the countless hours my father has spent building it from nothing into this global conglomerate. The knowledge that one day, this would all be mine. The endless chiding from my father to fit into his mold of what the perfect CEO would be. Married with children. I have truly never been in control of my life… even when I married Eva. I thought she was the one… but now that I have Ana… stop it you fool, you don’t have Ana… she deserves better than your spineless tricks. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am i doing? I reach up and rest my hands on the shower wall, letting my head lull forward.

What the fuck happens next?

***

“Good morning.” I greet the twins and Ana as I round the corner into the kitchen.

“Morning, dad.” The boys look at me with defeated looks, I’m guessing it has something to do with the beige mush in their bowls.

I cast a quick glance at Ana as a blush creeps up her neck.

“Ana? Are you alright?”

She shakes her head slightly before looking at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about last night.” Her eyes linger on mine.

The all too clear memory of her moans and the feel of her body come flooding back into my mind again, but I quickly shove them away as I stare back at her.

“Yeah! Carter said you went to that fancy party thing with Dad!” My eyes flick to Mason as he sets his spoon down.

“Did you pull any pranks?” Mickey asks with a smile.

“Not this time. Maybe we just needed someone to show us how it’s done.” I look between them.

“I’d rather stay home and eat pizza, thanks!” Mickey’s eyes grow wide as he takes another bite of his mush, god that doesn’t look good at all.

I grab a cup of coffee and turn to walk towards my office.

“Can we talk later?” Ana whispers as she leans in close to me.

My stomach drops and I feel my body stiffen. I don’t spare her a glance before answering. “… Yes. Later.”

Without another word I head to my home office, leaving a stunned Ana behind. I can feel her gaze as I round the corner and close the door quietly behind me.

I don't know what to say to you yet, Ana…

I sit down in my Wegner chair, switching the Tiffany Lamp on. I rub my hands down my face with a sigh. The silence is broken by the ringing of my cell phone, I glance down and my fathers name is flashing on the screen.

“Hey, dad.” I set my phone on my desk and turned it on speaker.

“Sam, things in Italy are not clearing up. I need you there to fix this mess.”

I let out a sharp exhale through my teeth and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“This is pretty short notice.”

“After what happened in Milan, LEMA is having some hesitations as to our abilities to run a company that handles sensitive medical information. I don't think I need to tell you how important this deal is. We need to take care of this ourselves, unless you want me to send Robin?” I can hear the challenge in his voice as my chest constricts.

“How long do you think I will be there?” I ask, avoiding his antagonizing, my mind flashing to the boys… and then to Ana..

“Does it matter, Sam? As long as it takes. I already spoke with Sofia, she is going to go with you. I have some briefs and copies of all the contracts being sent to your office now. You will need to read them all to get caught up. I also scheduled you the jet for tomorrow morning.”

My head falls back as I close my eyes.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, yeah, dad, I heard you. I will be there soon.”

“I’ll be in your office at noon.” He ends the call.

I glance down at my watch, it's already 11. FUCK.

I look at my office door, time to do whatever needs to be done.

I walk quietly through the penthouse, running over the words in my head. I hear the twins in their room, and I decide to start with them. When I see Ana putting their laundry away, my breath gets caught in my throat. At least you only have to say this once…

“I’m about to go into the office, but I wanted to talk to you first.” I say as I walk into their room.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as Ana turns towards me. I move further into the twins room and take a seat on the edge of the lower bunk bed. Mason and Mickey stand in front of me.

“What’s wrong, Dad? You look sad…” Mason’s face drops when he notices my crestfallen expression.

“I’m not… sad. I just know you’re not going to like what I have to say.” I take a deep breath and clear my throat.

“Then you gotta just rip it off. Like a Band-Aid.” Mickey smiles.

“Right, like a Band-Aid.” I keep my eyes fixed on the twins but I can feel the heat from Ana’s gaze. “I have to go to Italy for a business trip… as soon as possible.”

A silence settles over the room as the twins look between themselves..

“What? You’re fleeing the country, just like that?” Ana breaks the palpable silence.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘fleeing’. Dalton Enterprises has been in negotiations for months, and after the Milan breach… well my dad just doesn’t trust anyone else to handle it.”

“What about us?” Mason murmurs sadly.

“Aunt Sofia isn’t staying here, is she?” Mickey's eyes are wide.

“No, she’ll be in Naples with me. But don’t worry, you won’t be alone. You’ll have Ana.” I turn to face Ana and her gaze is focused on the twins, but I can see the hurt in her emerald eyes.

“Let’s not overreact here. It’s just a flight and some meetings, right? I bet your dad will be back before you know it.” A smile trains on the corners on her lips as she tries to brighten the mood.

I wish that was all…

“Actually… depending on the negotiations, I could be gone a couple months.”

“A couple months?” Mickey shouts.

“But… that’s the rest of summer.” I look at Mason and see only one thing: disappointment.

“Seriously, Sam? That’s so long! For the boys I mean.” Her eyes fall to the floor.

“My parents were often overseas for months at a time when I was younger. They’ll survive.” I hate the words as they leave my lips.

“But don't you want them to do more than just survive?” She looks up at me in concern.

“I’m trying to not let emotions cloud my judgement here. I don't have a choice in the matter.” I clench my jaw.

“You always have a choice, Sam.” Her eyes hold mine.

I take a deep breath turning my attention back to the twins.

“Can we at least come visit you while you’re gone?” Mason is picking at a piece of string that is fraying from his blanket.

“Of course, buddy. I’m sure we can work something out. In the meantime, why doesn’t Ana take you two out for the day?” I rest my hands on the twins' shoulders. “I’ve got to prepare for my trip, but we’ll have a special dinner tonight before I go. Promise.” I wrap my arms around them and bring them tight to my sides. I wish I didn't have to leave you… someday you will understand. I hope.

I walk out of the twins room, avoiding the heat from Ana’s gaze as she watches me.

***

The words all run together as I sit at my desk and try to read the briefs from Italy. My office door opens and my eyes meet my fathers’s as he strolls in and sits in the leather chair in front of me.

“Did you read all of those?” He asks gruffly, his eyes flicking down to the papers that are strewn across my desk.

I collect all of them into a stack as I avoid his gaze. “I got the jist.”

A silence settles between us and I can feel his eyes trained on me. When I finally raise my gaze, he narrows his eyes and his mouth sets in a thin line. “What’s going on with you, Sam?”

“Nothing, Dad, I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Don’t insult me, I know you better than that. You are distracted, you have been since your mother and I got back from Italy. Have you been drinking too much again?”

I raise my brow at him incredulously. “Dad.”

“Is it that pretty nanny of yours?” He says mockingly.

My eyes fall to the stack of papers.

“Oh, son. Really?”

“No, dad, it-it’s not her.” Boy that wasn't very convincing.

“Yes it is. I know that look.” A long silence stretches and I avoid his gaze. “Remember Pam?”

I meet his eyes. “Aunt Pam, your old secretary?”

He purses his lips and nods. He takes a deep breath, clearly warring with what he wants to say next. “It only lasted a few months, and your mother knows nothing about this.”

“Wait, you had an affair?”

“It’s not something I am proud of. But let me tell you something. Women like her, and your nanny…” He waves his hand dismissively. “Are only good for one thing, son.” He leans forward in his chair and arches his brow. “And it’s not making you the man that you need to be to run this company.” He leans back, steepling his fingers on his knees. “Now, a woman like Sofia, that is who is going to take you far in life, and bring you where you need to be.”

I’m fucking speechless. I can’t defend my honor, or Ana’s. Because what if he’s right?

***

My phone dings with a text, Ana.

Ana: Heading back, ETA 20 min

Ana: You need us to pick anything up on our way?

Ana: Or do you have the special dinner all planned out?

Fuck. I’m not getting out of here for at least another hour.

Sam: About that…

Ana: Why am I not surprised? This is becoming your MO.

I clench my jaw.

Sam: What’s that supposed to mean?

Ana: You’re a smart man. Figure it out.

I whisper a quiet fuck and I see Robin’s head snap up.

“Trouble at home?” He asks, as a cocky smile spreads across his face.

I ignore him.

Sam: Ana…

Ana: I’ll take care of dinner for the boys sake. But you’d better come up with an AMAZING apology dessert for them.

Sam: I am sorry to bail on this

Sam: I will bring something home for dessert.

Sam: Okay?

She doesn't respond, and I pinch my eyes closed in frustration.

I turn back to the final pages of the contract with LEMA before sighing and throwing it to the table.

“Find anything?” Robin asks.

“No. And I need to go home. I need to spend what little time I have left in the city with the boys.”

“Go, I will make sure all of this makes it onto the jet tomorrow morning.” Robin leans back in his chair. “You know dad wants me with you tomorrow, right?”

I stop in my tracks and slowly turn to him. “No. I was not aware of that.”

He shrugs his shoulders and crosses his leg over his knee. “Now you do.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, and decide against saying anything else. Can just one thing go my way today? I grab my keys and phone, stuffing them into my pocket. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See ya.” He waves as I walk out of the door.

***

I walk into the foyer with my suitcase, setting it next to the elevator doors just as they ding open and Ana, Mason, and Mickey step out.

“Welcome back. Did you three have fun at the museum?” My eyes are locked on Ana, sadness filling her emerald eyes. My chest constricts as my thoughts are haunted by my fathers confession.

“The museum was alright but dinner was even better! We stopped at a food truck festival on the way home.” Mickey chimes.

“I tried a poke bowl!” Mason is vibrating with excitement.

“Really? Did you like it?” I ask him, surprised.

“It was amazing!” Mason cheered as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“And we got something for you!” Mickey gestures to the bag in Ana’s hands.

“That was thoughtful of you.” I look at Ana as she hands me the bag, not meeting my gaze.

“It was their idea.” She murmurs looking down at the boys.

I look inside of the paper bag, Kung Pao… god it's my favorite. “I love Kung Pao. How did you know?”

“Just a lucky guess.” Her tone is even and neutral. Distant.

“Right.” I take a breath, clearing my throat and turning back to the boys.

“Why don’t you two wash your hands, then head into the kitchen for your special dessert?” The boy's eyes widened.

“On it!” They race toward the bathroom, leaving Ana and I alone in the hallway. Still avoiding my eyes, she breezes past me into the kitchen. I follow her slowly, watching the soft sway of her hips.

“Ana.” She stops in her tracks and I see her shoulders tense.

“Yes?” She slowly turns towards me.

“Thank you for dinner, for both me and the boys. I shouldn’t have backed out of my promise to have a special meal with them.” My apology comes out even and measured as I watch her carefully.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” She says matter of factly, her eyes finally rising to mine. She sighs softly. “And you’re welcome.”

“It really looks delicious.” I set the container on the counter, taking a big bite with a fork. My eyes are trained on hers and I can see her face soften.

“You’ve got a little…” She grabs a napkin, stepping up slowly and reaching up to wipe at my lip.

The smell of jasmine and Ana fill my senses as our breath mixes in the air between us.

“Oh…” I whisper in surprise at the intimate gesture.

“... All better.” She smiles softly up at me, her emerald eyes piercing. An electric charge lingering in the space between us.

The moment is broken when we hear the boys running towards us in the kitchen. She takes a step back, turning away from me.

“Dessert time!” Mickey cheers as he slides into the kitchen.

“What’re we having?” Mason shifts from foot to foot.

“I thought you’d like to make some s’mores…” I know they are your favorite.

“With the mega-big marshmallows?” Mickey’s eyes grow wide. God, I am going to miss these kids…

“Of course.” I match his smile and gesture towards the platter of s’mores supplies laid out on the counter.

“I’ll, uh, leave you three to it.” Ana says softly as she slowly backs out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going? You haven’t even had s'mores yet!” Mason turns to Ana.

“I don’t want to intrude on father-son bonding time with your last night together.” She smiles softly at Mason.

“You wouldn’t be intruding.” I say hopefully. Please stay…

“Still… you should have some privacy.” She holds my eyes for a moment longer before turning and walking out of the room. What have I done?

***

I am sitting in the dim lighting of my office. My fingers wrapped around a glass of Eagle Rare Bourbon as I gaze out of the window. My thoughts are a jumbled mess as I bring the tumbler to my lips. I hear the door open slowly and I glance over to see Ana enter quietly, clicking the door shut behind her.

“I thought I might see you again tonight.” I say as I turn my focus back towards the city lights outside.

“Sam, we need to talk about us.”

I can sense the sadness behind her words.

“Ana…” I sigh as I look at her with regret.

I see her shoulders tense as she balls her hands up into fists at her side. Red hot color rising on her cheeks.

“You owe me this, Sam. Don’t pretend like you don’t.” Anger drips from her every word.

I take a deep breath and give her a small nod, but I have no words. I get lost in my own thoughts again... You’re right… but I have no idea what to say to you. There is nothing I can do about this fucked up situation I put us in… I am so sorry that I dragged you into this mess. I am a selfish man that longs to be with you… but I have no control.

“We had sex last night, Sam.” Her voice cracks.

My chest tightens.

“I haven’t forgotten.” My eyes still trained on the city lights outside.

“It feels like you want to. In fact, it feels like you’re running halfway around the world because of it.”

My breathing gets shallow as she takes a step towards me, the anger rolling off of her in waves.

“You’re a lot of things, Sam, but I never took you for a coward.” Her voice laced with contempt as she stepped in front of me.

My eyes flick to hers as a new emotion bubbles to the surface: anger.

“A coward?” I whisper as I lift to my feet and we stand face-to-face.

“You heard me.” She tips her nose in the air. “You could have walked away last night.”

I can't help the humorless laugh that escapes my lips. How does she not understand that I cannot control myself around her?

“I wish that were true.” It would make my life a whole hell of a lot easier. God help me, I can’t resist you.I reach up and run my fingertips down her cheek, watching her shudder at my touch, but her expression remains guarded and angry.. “I’ve been trying to walk away from you since the moment we met. Yet somehow… I always end up back here.”

She steps back out of my reach, crossing her arms in front of her chest. My eyes scan down the length of her body.

“That’s not good enough, Sam.” Her eyes bore into mine.

God Dammit woman.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, Ana. The timing of this trip may seem suspicious to you, but I don’t want to go. I have to go.” I take a step toward her, narrowing my eyes. “And every time I look at you, it’s a reminder of what I’m leaving behind.”

Her eyes widen as her anger starts to slip. “Really? You aren’t relieved to have an escape?”

“No! This is so much worse.” I take a deep breath, trying to reign in my anger. My urge to control her and have her bare before me is making my cock twitch. I watch as Ana turns and steps to the window. The war inside of my head battles on before I finally give in. I step up behind her, running my nose along the sensitive skin below her ear before grabbing her hips and pulling her against me. I feel her body melt into mine. She turns to face me, and I place my hands on either side of her head, the cold glass a welcome reprieve from the heat coursing through my veins. I press my desire against her and I watch as her eyes darken.

“Sam, you should fire me now.” She whispers. “Neither one of us has the strength to resist. Stopping cold turkey is the only answer. You go to Italy, conquer the business world, marry Sofia. I’ll move out and find something else. We both walk away, hands clean. Well… as clean as they can be.”

I can see it in her eyes that she doesn’t believe the words she is saying, but it doesn't stop them from stinging my heart.

“My hands aren’t clean, Ana. How can they be, when I think about you every time I touch myself?” My eyes flick down to her plump, pink lips. “Or when I want to murder the next man who touches you?”

“Then what’s the endgame here? What do you want?” She pleads, her eyes shining in the dim light.

“I want you, dammit.” I confess.

She grabs the lapels of my suit and pulls me even closer to her curves,

“Prove it.” She challenges, her eyes dark.

She brings her lips to mine and our lips ignite into a frenzy of heat and frustration. I bring my arms around to her lower back and pull her hips snug to mine. A sudden feeling of regret passes through my mind and I pull back, a question in my eyes.

“Ana…” I warn.

“Don’t think. Just feel.” She purrs as she pushes my jacket off of my shoulders. She runs her fingernails across the back of my neck softly before pulling my lips down to hers again. I grab her hips, spinning her around and pinning her back against the cold glass of the window. She gasps at the sensation as I grab her wrists and pin them over her head. I use my free hand to roam the planes of her curves, her body igniting under my touch.

“Sam...” She moans as her eyes flutter shut.

I find the hem of her shirt and dive underneath, finding the lace of her bra, I run my fingers along the gentle curve of her breasts. Her chest heaving and pushing her perfect body into my eager hands.

“Has it really only been a day since I last touched you like this?” I whisper against her lips. “Already feels like a lifetime ago…”

She arches her back, pressing deeper into me as I let out an involuntary moan. God the things this woman does to me…

“Can you really go the rest of the summer without this?” I can feel her smile against my lips.

“I can’t even go the next five minutes without it.” I admit as my cock hardens uncomfortably in my pants.

I reach down and cup her ass, picking her up and carrying her to my desk. I sweep everything off of my desk and lay her down. Her emerald eyes dark with desire as she watches me remove every article of her clothing, throwing them haphazardly around the room. Her chest rises and falls, and her lips are swollen with our kisses. I kiss each piece of newly exposed flesh, the soft moans coming from her lips a sound of pleasure and surrender.

“God, I want to eat you up…” I say against her hip. She looks down at me and takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You’ve gotta earn that privilege.” A challenge in her eyes as she sits up and places her hands on my chest, pushing me away from her. Her nearly naked body glowing in the colored light from the Tiffany Lamp.

“Ana?” I ask.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Sam.” She purrs. “And you know what that means, I’m going to tie you up.”

“Fuck.” I whisper and her words send another surge of heat and desire through me. I watch as she gracefully slides off of the desk, motioning for me to sit down in my chair.

“Wait. Undress first.” She leans in and skims her fingers across my chest, then tugs lightly on the flap of my shirt. “I don't want to have to deal with this later.”

You naughty, fucking minx.

I quickly strip off my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers as I take a seat in my chair, resting my arms on the armrests. I watch her carefully as she digs through a drawer in my desk, pulling two spare computer cords out. I watch as her steady hands tie my forearms and wrists to the chair. My eyes travel across her barely clothed body and I think of all the things I wish to do to her perfect ass.

She steps back, a look of pride flashing across her eyes.

“Aren’t you a sight?” She smiles as she looks at me hungrily.

“Ana…” I murmur.

I tried to move my arms, but she did a damn good job tying me down.

“This isn’t fair. I want to touch you.”

“Oh… You want to talk about not fair?” She clenches her jaw as she saunters up to me, the movement of her hips accentuated by the delicate fabric. “Everything that’s happened today hasn’t been fair.” Her eyes narrow at me as she leans towards me. She is careful not to touch me but I can feel the electricity crackling between us. Her perfect breasts are right in front of my face and I know she can feel my hot breath against them. “And now you’re being punished for it.” She stands up and gracefully hops back up onto my desk.

She leans back, spreading her legs wide open, revealing every single perfect inch of her perfect body to me. I watch her fingers slide down her curves until they come to rest between her legs, slipping underneath her panties to rub at her center.

Fuck me.

“Ohmygod…” I moan as my cock hardens more than I even thought possible. The throbbing is almost unbearable as I watch her fingers spread the moisture that is pooling in between her legs. Her head lulls back as moans escape her lips.

“Ohh, YES!” She cries out, her body tensing.

My eyes are trained on her perfect cunt as she worships it with her fingers. My breathing is growing labored as I think about all the things I want to do. Her hips are bucking as she nears her edge.

“Ana, please…. Let me touch you.” I beg, my voice husky. I can’t help but lick my lips as I think about her sweetness.

Her eyes open and her fingers slow as she considers me.

“I don't know… Have you been punished enough yet?” She smiles.

“No… but I can’t make it up to you properly unless you let me touch you. Please.” I am not above begging at this point.

She leans forward, and I watch her untie the cords from my wrists. As soon as I can tell that I am free, I reach up, grabbing her body and hauling it into mine. I bring my lips to hers and kiss her deeply, tasting her, reveling in the feel of our tongues together. I stand up, pressing her back down on the desk and I grab the delicate lace of her panties and push them down her thighs.

“I haven't been able to think about anything else all day…” I whisper against her lips. I can feel her smile. “You drive me to distraction even when you aren’t spread out in front of me…”

“And now?” She asks as she arches her back up off the desk.

I trace a delicate line up her bare legs, slowly teasing my way to her center.

“And now… I can barely control myself. I want to devour you.” I growl.

She leans back and spreads her legs wider.

I stand up and run my eyes slowly over every single piece of her exposed flesh, she blushes that delicious color.

The most beautiful thing I have ever fucking scene.

“Yes… I love seeing you open like this for me.” I murmur as my eyes scan her body over and over again, lingering on her exposed cunt.

I drop to my knees, and lower my mouth between her thighs as I lap up her pooling moisture. I watch as her eyes flutter closed, her eyelashes laying like fans across her cheeks. Her breathing intensities and her moans echo around the room. She calls out my name in ecstasy.

“If you want me to make this up to you properly, then you can’t come yet.” I challenge her. “Can you do that, Ana? Can you hold back until I tell you?” I punctuate my question with a devilish twirl of my tongue and she gasps.

“Yes! Sam… bring it on. I can take whatever you have to give. Don’t hold back.” She is panting and her perfect cunt is dripping for me. Her eyes find mine and I can see the challenge accepted. Good girl.

I trail kisses back to her center, dipping and tasting her pooling wetness. So fucking sweet. Her body shivers as I continue to flick my tongue against her. I reach down and grab my aching cock, running my hand up and down the throbbing shaft.

“Oh god… I’m gonna…” Her body starts to tense and my pumping increases.

“Already? I thought you said you could take it.” I say, my lips moving against her.

I feel her body tremble as she moans.

“Ohmygod, that feels… Sam, don’t stop.”

Never, beautiful. I will never stop doing this to you.

I groan out her name as the pleasure in my body nears the edge, my tongue continuing to flick at her exposed flesh. I call out her name as I find my release and I feel her body tense as she cries out mine. We ride out each other's orgasm, ecstasy blinding me.

Eventually her body sags against the desk, her breathing rapid. I stand up and wrap my arms around her body, bringing her tight to me as our breathing slows.

I untangle myself from her and we both stand and get dressed in a silence that is thick with tension.

The reality of what just happened hits me hard as I watch her button up her silk blouse.

Fuck. Again. No fucking control, Dalton, you total fuck up.

Without a word she moves towards the door, lingering with her hand on the door knob.

“Sam, I-”

“I’m sorry, Ana. I didn't mean to get so carried away. It won’t happen again.” I interrupt her, saying the only thing I can think of at this moment… words I regret as soon as they escape my lips.

I watch as confusion spreads across her face and she gives me a silent nod.

“My flight leaves early. I’ll be gone before you wake up…” I say softly.

“Oh. I see. I guess this is… goodbye.” She looks down at the floor, her fingers playing at the hem of her shirt. She wraps her arms around herself and slowly begins to slip out of the door.

“I shouldn’t have dragged you into this mess. You deserve so much better than me.”

My words halt her in her tracks. She looks over her shoulder at me, and I see her eyes shining.

“I can decide what I ‘deserve’ for myself.” She walks out of the room without another word, and I am left even more pissed with myself than I was this morning. I sit down at my desk and run my hands through my hair.

She’s right… you are being a coward. I am avoiding this shit storm I created for myself by running away…

I sip another glass of bourbon as I come to the only solution I can think of: postpone my trip to Italy, and even though it will probably bite me in the ass… Ana and the boys have to come with me. My stomach sours at the thought of Robin getting a hand on this before me… but I shove the thought aside.

That's it.

***

I nurse my second cup of coffee as I watch the sunrise through the windows. I hear soft footsteps walking down the hallway and I swallow my nerves. Ana rounds the corner and stops short when she sees me, a glimmer of hope and surprise flashing through her eyes.

“Sam?! What’re you going here? I heard you leave this morning…”

“I did a lot of thinking last night, but I didn’t come to a conclusion in time to cancel my car earlier.” I try to control my excitement.

“What conclusion?” She asks carefully.

“That you were right. I was being a coward and running away from my problems. I sent Robin ahead and postponed my meetings to next week so I could do this right. I’m turning this business trip into a family vacation for all of us.” Her face lit up.

“You mean…” A smile playing on her lips.

“Pack your bags, Ana. You’re coming with me to Italy.”

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Ævi - Frontlines

Hey again! This will be a continued series. The first Ævi series is in my masterlist and is only four parts. This is going to be a ongoing series, so there is going to be a lot more of Ævi to come. :)

Summary: Y/n or also known as Ævi has lived through varies of world events. Now it is 1941, she has excepted that some things cannot be changed so Loki has convinced Y/n to go to New York and live a normal life, a life Y/n always wanted. Or as normal it can be, because new introductions lead to events that didn’t go down in the history books.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers, Peggy, Loki, OC Vera

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Fluff, Violence, we’re officially in Captain America the First Avenger now... So I guess spoilers?

Note: When I am writing and particularly writing about Bucky and y/n meeting again or them just being in love I always listen to Pirates of the Caribbean to the theme or Will and Elizabeth and I thought it would be good to share that with you guys. To get in the feels. Right now it jumps from POTC One day and the last minute or so from Drink up me hearties yo ho. I know it is so random, but I cannot get it out of my head.

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Part 11

""Are you ok?" I asked Bucky with hopeful eyes. "I-... I uh.. I'm ok. What happened?" He asked me as he sat up. Steve had caught up and dropped down next to us. "Are you ok! I saw you get shot!" Steve said. Bucky looked down at his shoulder. It was still covered in blood, but he could definitely tell something was off. He saw the wound, but it was small, but there was a lot of blood. He pulled down his shirt from his shoulder trying to see if there were more wounds, but that was it. He looked really confused. He slowly looked up at me. He tried to search my eyes for an answer. "I thought I got shot too. But I.. must have been blown back by something." Bucky looked at me to see if I had the answer for him.

"Blown back by what? Buck I saw you! Someone pointed a gun at you.. and shot it! How are you not hurt?!" Steve asked confused. I tried to avoid both their gazes. I wanted to explain, but I didn't know how. I startled a bit when Bucky put his hand on my leg all of a sudden. My leg was already completely healed. "I don't know.. Lets just get outta here before more Hydra agents decide to jump out." Bucky said as he stood up. He put his hand out to me and I took it to stand up. You could see Steve was at a loss for words. He was looking around him to see if there was a logical answer, but there was non.

"Com on, Bucky is right. We gotta go." I told Steve. He seemed to shake off whatever thought he had and started walking.

"Alright. Are you ready for today?" I asked Bucky as I jumped in bed next to him. I was already dressed for today. I was going to teach him how to work my knifes, or any knifes really. "I guess so." Bucky said a bit unsure as he turned around in bed to face me. "You know, usually I'm the one to wake you up." He told me as he pulled me over on his chest and gave me a kiss on my lips. I smiled in our kiss. No matter what thought or worry I had before the kiss it always seemed to go away when I was with Bucky. It gave me some sort of peace. Like nothing mattered what was happening around us. "I love you." I said as I slowly pulled back and hovered above him. "Now, tomorrow and forever." Bucky said with a big smile on his face and pulled me in tighter before letting me go and getting out of bed.

He was not wearing any clothes and I couldn't help myself but wander down. His back was turned to me which gave me a nice opportunity to look at his ass. So firm, I just wanted to smack it. I laid down and put my head on my hand. But as soon as I got comfortable he had found his underwire and put it on. Bucky noticed that I was looking so I gave him a big pout. He laughed and turned back getting his clothes. "You can see me naked again tonight." I snorted at that. Always so confidant.

After a moment of quiet Bucky spoke up. "So we're not gonna talk about what happened yesterday?" I looked at his back confused. "What do you mean?" I asked him, not understanding what he was talking about. As he got finished getting dressed he sat in front of me. He looked at his hands for a moment before looking at me again. Looking for the right words. "I got shot yesterday." That made me sit up right straight away.

I opened my mouth but no words came out. "I know there are some things you can't explain, but this one... I don't know how and I don't know what, but somehow you did something and now I just have a scratch on my shoulder. I need some kind of logical explanation for this.. Because I can't think of one." Bucky continued on. I owed him an explanation, that was for sure. "I-.." I closed my eyes, like that would give me the answer. "There is no logical explanation.. You did get shot, but..." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "There are things I can do the involve healing and.. I healed you.." I stammered on. Of course Bucky looked very confused, but he was trying to understand.

"That's how you healed yourself." He stated as he put his hand on my leg. I nodded at that. I didn't have to try technically, like with Bucky, but I still healed myself. "Alright. So you're a witch. Like in books and movies." He told himself more than me. "Not like in the Hobbit though." I laughed at him. I was ore relieved that he didn't make a big deal out of this. "Those are wizards." He tried to say serious, but failed as he started laughing.

After a moment of laughing I put my hand on his left shoulder. "Thank you." I told him. "For what? I should be thanking you." Bucky said as he smirked. "Thank you for not making a big deal out of this." That made his smirk turn into a smile. He put his left hand over the hand I had put on his shoulder and squeezed it. "You told me you would tell me when you're ready. And besides.. How amazing is it?! I am engaged with a witch! Not many people can say that." I laughed at that relieved. "You're a dork." He smirked and leaned forward for a quick kiss. "Your dork. And you gotta teach this dork how to fight with knifes... Soo lets go." He said as he stood up and pulled me with him with my hand.

We were at the base in London. I was strapping in my knifes and Bucky was looking at knifes he wanted to train with. There was so much to choose from and Bucky was taking it very serious into finding the right knifes. "You almost ready?" I asked him putting my hands on my hips. "Yeah I'm just trying to see..." He trailed off. I huffed at that. Then I'll choose. I walked over to the table of knifes. "These will do." I said as I picked up two knifes and flipped them around in my hands. The were very light and should be easy for him to handle.

"You gotta teach me how to do that." Bucky said in wonder which made me flip them around in my hands again before I handed the knifes to Bucky.

"Ok, so first of all.. Try not to stab yourself. Second try not to stab me." He scoffed at that. And I rolled my eyes. "Alright come here." I said as I walked towards the middle of the room and we stood slightly apart. "Besides wanting to know the tricks you need to know where to stab." I walked around him and took my knife from my holster.

"You want to avoid the ribs, because it can get stuck sometimes. If you go for the stomach it can get ugly. But there are two places that if you want to kill someone it will be the easiest." I grabbed his shoulder and pretended to almost stab him in the back. This made him startle and that made me smirk. "If you go for the lower back and hit up for the kidneys they usually won't come back up. And the neck." I said as I moved my knife up to his throat, but not putting any pressure on him. "If you go for the neck I assure you they will not come back up."

"This is nice and all, but I wanna see you in action." I could hear the smirk through his voice. And again I rolled my eyes. I removed my knife and put it in my holster again. Then I gave him a push forward. "Not so fast. You know where to hit, but you also need to know how to defend yourself if you ever get in a situation like this."

"To start, it is better to fight with one knife at a time. So if for what ever reason you lose one you'll have a backup." Bucky nodded taking it a little more seriously now. "Then obviously you don't want to be an open target. Keep your arms close to your body. And even though you have a knife in one hand and nothing in the other you can still hit them.. or kick them. Alright.. I'll show you now. Lets see how you can defend yourself Sargent." He nodded at that and got ready.

I took my knife out and flipped it in my hand. I charged forward and tried to go for his head, but Bucky was able to duck away which made me miss. He's fast, that's good. I went to kick him with my left leg which made him stumble back. I advanced forward again flipping my knife and went for his torso. If this was a real fight I would have hit him. "This would hurt." I said as I pushed him back. "I thought you said go for the kidneys and neck." Bucky said as he got back in his stance. "Yes, but if this is life or death I will try to hurt you no matter what to make you slow down. Now try to fight back." I charged forward again but faster. With my right hand I went for his neck but he blocked me and pushed me back. "Good... But you can do better." I charged at him again, but I quickly flipped the knife in my left hand and went for his neck again. This time he wasn't fast enough. "Dead." I told him. "You gotta teach me that one." Bucky said with a smile on his face.

"And you gotta fight back if you want to live." I told him a little serious but half joking. "I don't wanna hurt you doll." He told me seriously. "I promise you, you won't hurt me. Now try and get a grip on that knife and see how it feels." He did as he was told and swung it in front of him a few times to see how it feels.

"Hey! There you are." Steve said as he came walking in the room we were training at. "Hey Steve." I said as I turned towards him. "We got another mission. Tomorrow were going to Austria. Hydra is going to be shipping weapons on a train there and Zola should be there as well." I nodded at Steve. Maybe they would also be moving the Tesserect on the train. This could be a great opportunity. "What are you guys doing?" Steve asked looking over at Bucky who was still swinging his knife around and trying to flip it every now and then. "I'm teaching him how to fight with a knife.. But he's not very good." I said the last part a little quieter. "I heard that." Bucky said which made me and Steve laugh.

"I'm gonna head back up. Try not to hurt yourself." Steve said the last part to Bucky before turning to me. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said jokingly before walking away.

"Ok, dork, lets get back to it." I said as I clapped my hands and turning towards Bucky.

"Doll.. I don't even think they are as cruel as you in the army." Bucky said as we came back in out apartment. I'll be honest I kinda gave him hell while we were training, but I want him to become good. I want him to defend himself. "So you rather have training from them then from me?" I asked smiling already knowing the answer. "Never." He said as he put his arms around me from behind and kissed me on my cheek. "I need a shower." He said sniffing himself. "Or we.." He started. I shook my head. "I don't think so." I said as I pushed him in the bathroom. "You go get that shower and after that I will. Then we need sleep, cause we're going to Austria tomorrow." Bucky gave me a big pout. "But.." "No." I interrupted before shutting the door in his face.

I smirked as I heard the shower turning on. I went to lay down on the bed and wait for my turn. It only took about ten minutes before Bucky came out of the bathroom with his towel sitting low on his hips. I gave him a quick up and down look which earned me a smirk from him before going into the bathroom myself to take a shower.

For some reason Loki popped in my head. I hadn't seen him in a while now. I hadn't seen anyone from Asgard in a while. They all knew I preferred being on Earth, but at least once a year I would visit them. I hadn't done that in a couple of years now. I missed Thor being his proud self and his stupid jokes, even though sometimes I'm not sure if he's joking. I missed Frigga, she would always teach me an new spell or practice some magic with me. Sif is the best drinking buddy anybody could ask for. Odin is.. Odin. Heimdall is basically my father, he has taught me how to fight with a sword and just taught me many lessons. I am honestly always happy that he is the first one I see as I go to Asgard. Then Loki, as annoying as he can be.. He has been my friend for so long. He had taught me a lot about fighting as well, but what I like the most about him that he was always up for an adventure. He had shown me many other planets and different realms. I know it was just an opportunity for him to get away from his family, but we always had fun doing it.. or usually we did. This had been the first time we had actually been in a fight like this.. And now I can't see him at all. Maybe after I tell Bucky what I am I could take him to Asgard. Most likely not a lot of people will be happy with that, but I'll deal with that after. Bucky wouldn't believe his eyes if he went to Asgard. I thought smiling to myself.

I turned the shower off and dried myself. I looked in the foggy mirror and looked at the dog tags hanging around my neck. I took them in my hand looking at them. Barnes. It is a nice name. Y/n Barnes. I thought to myself. "Y/n Barnes." I said now softly smiling. I like the sound of it. My name had been Y/n Ironside or Ævi for so long now, but I would love nothing more than to take his name. "Y/n Barnes." I said again. It sounded perfect. It made me even more excited for the war to be over and marry him. I let go of my dog tags and walked out of the bathroom with my towel around me.

As soon as I stepped out I heard Bucky whistle. "Wow! So beautiful, Doll!" He said with a smirk plastered on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him playfully. "How about now?" I said as I dropped my towel. He bit his lip. "There is nothing more beautiful in the entire universe."

I walked over to his side of the bed, swinging my hips as I did. Bucky's eyes never lost sight of my body. He was trying to take all of me in. Through the sheets I could already see something growing. I straddled his lap and he tried to sit up, but I pushed him down. "You did enough exercise for today." I told him as I grinded down on him which made him inhale sharply.

I moved closer and planted my lips on his. His hands went for my hips helping me move on his length as there were still sheets in between us. I felt him getting harder and myself getting wetter. Our want for each other growing. "I want you." Bucky said between kisses as he tried to go for my folds but I grabbed his hand, stopping him. "I said you did enough exercise for today." Bucky snorted. I moved his hand back on my hip and moved the sheets out of the way. His length sprung and I started grinding him again. Hitting my sensitive bud as I did.

I started moving my hips faster and felt a knot form. I started to moan in the kisses, which made Bucky grab my hips tighter. I pressed down harder which started to make me see stars. "Cum for me baby." He whispered in my ear. And I did, my hips losing it's pace. My vision clouded with stars and it slowly went away.

Bucky tried to sit up to flip me over. "I said, you did enough exercise today." I told him with a smile as I pushed him back. I grabbed his length and pumped him a few times before lining myself up. I slowly sat down, his length stretching my walls. When I was ready I started moving slowly. His whole length almost out before taking it all in again. Bucky was a moaning mess underneath me.

When the suspense was almost killing us both I started to move faster. His length filling me perfectly with every thrust. Both out moans became louder and Bucky's hips started to twitch. His hands were grabbing my hips tighter with every thrust. I put one of my hands on his chest and one in his hair. I went down to trail kisses under his ears. This earned me a growl and Bucky started to thrust up in to me. Every thrust went faster and harder, hitting all the right spots. Soon I felt another knot building up quickly. My moans became even louder and I was almost afraid the neighbors would complain tomorrow. Bucky took this as his que to now move his hand and rub it over my still sensitive bud. "Oh-.. Oh God-..Bucky." I said softly as I came undone.

Bucky started to quicken his pace before letting out a groan. Snapping his hips up irregularly and slowing down. He put his arms around me, trying to pull me closer, if that was even possible. He gave me a kiss on the top of my head. "I love you." He said in my hair. "I love you too." I told him as I moved, his length slipping out of me, giving me an empty feeling.

I sighed after a moment. "What's wrong?" Bucky asked sleepily. "I can't wait for this war to be over so we can marry." That made him pull me closer to his chest. "Me neither." Again it was like I could hear the smirk in his voice. "I'll be Mrs. Barnes." I told him. "I like that. Y/n Barnes." Hearing him say it made me even more excited. "Bucky and Y/n Barnes." Soon. Soon that would be real.

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dorindameddler · 3 years ago

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a braving light in a world so dark: a georgie/melanie playlist (spotify)

1. first love/late spring - mitski // 2. unforgiving girl (she's not an) - car seat headrest // 3. strange girl - laura marling // 4. reach out - sleater-kinney // 5. safe tonight - bat for lashes // 6. crying in public - chairlift // 7. don't delete the kisses - wolf alice // 8. it's not just me - let's eat grandma // 9. sick of spiraling - bachelor // 10. shut up kiss me - angel olsen // 11. marauders - thao & the get down stay down // 12. half colored hair - black belt eagle scout // 13. stay with me - margaret glaspy // 14. don't go puttin wishes in my head - torres // 15. walk with you - oceanator

selection of lyrics under the cut

first love/late spring

Wild women don't get the blues/But I find that lately, I've been crying like a tall child/So please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe/Please don't say you love me/Mune ga hachikire-sōde/One word from you and I would/Jump off of this ledge I'm on, baby/Tell me, "Don't," so I can crawl back in

unforgiving girl (she's not an)

Well, everyone learns to live with themselves/And you're not the only one who's been through hell/So give me a sign that I'm not making love to myself/It's an unforgiving world/But she's not an unforgiving girl

strange girl

Woke up in a country who refused to hold your hand/Kept falling for narcissists who insist you call them 'man'/You work late for a job you hate that's never fit the plan/Stay low, keep brave/I love you, my strange girl/My lonely girl/My angry girl/My brave

reach out

Reach out, touch me, I'm stuck on the edge/Reach out, darkness is winning again/Reach out and see me, I'm losing my head/Reach out, I can't fight without you, my friend

safe tonight

Lying in the dark and I am out of time/There's a demon in my heart that I'm not sure we’ll survive/The shadows come around one too many times/Baby, I need you to tell me I'm safe tonight

crying in public

Take all my defenses in two words/And throw them away/ Tell me, what kind of monster/Have I been today?/But you smile and call me “tough guy”/To the opposite effect/It's a flower in the gun/And your tough guy's a wreck/Sorry I'm crying in public this way/I'm falling for you, I'm falling for you/I'm sorry I'm causing a scene on the train/I'm falling for you, I'm falling for you

don't delete the kisses

What if it's not meant for me?/Love/What if it's not meant for me?/Love/A few days pass since I last saw you/And you've taken over my mind/I'm retelling jokes you made that made me laugh/Pretending that they're mine/I wanna tell the whole world about you/I think that that's a sign/I'm losing self-control and it's you

it's not just me

Because the point is that I see it's not just me/The point is that you feel my company/You know I'll never be too far if you're looking for somebody/I'm here/It's not just me/I know you're feeling the same way/And I can't fail to believe/When you're feeling the same way/It's not just me

sick of spiraling

Walking alone at night/Clutching a cheap gas station knife/Love, the danger is in the car/Who couldn't see me it was too dark/As the brakes slam to the floor/Missing me just inches short/I thought, "If I can't have my own back/How the fuck can I have yours?"/You are a braving light in a world so dark/And I'm sick of spiraling out and I need your touch to stop/You are a braving light in a world so dark/And I'm scared out of my mind and I need your love

shut up kiss me

I could make it all go away/Tell me what you’re thinking, don't delay/We could still be having some sweet memories/This heart still beats for you, why can't you see?/Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight/Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight/Stop your crying, it's alright/Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight

marauders

My darlin', your patience, rain it on me/I know daughters of marauders are just so hard to please/I got that poison, carve it on out/Barely served me then/Only hurts me now/But you look like I could stay/Let all my intentions fall away/Kill all my defenses where they lay/Say all that's left to say

half colored hair

How you look at me/In the brightness of your room/Imagine the lightness of my fingers on your face/Run through your hair/Across your neck/Light breaks across your room/I never knew I'd like half colored hair so much/But in the light

stay with me

I've had nothing but trouble/And bad news on the line for such a long time/The��only break I get is laughing 'tiI my eyes are wet/With you, you/Won't you stay with me?/I'll be on my best behavior/When it all shakes down—/Who's the clown, and who's the savior?

don't go puttin wishes in my head

I know promising forever's not your thing/But now if you don't want me to go dreaming/Don't spend your mornings and your evenings in my bed/If you don't want me believing that/You're never gonna leave me, darling/Don't go putting wishes in my head/So if we're calling off the funeral/Then I'm calling for a hitching/For a while, I was sinking/But from here on out, I swear I'm swimming

walk with you

When you were depressed and/You put your head on my chest and you told me/That you were tired of being tough/I took you by the hand and/Told you I understand and you told me/That could never be enough/But I will walk with you down the avenue though the streets are made of glass/And we will tread lightly on our heavy feet and avoid all of the cracks/It's a fragile place that we've ended in and one wrong move could shatter/But in the end will it matter?

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nagitoshopejar · 4 years ago

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Took me about two hours with lotsa distractions

And has 1561 words

Theres two prompts in here. In this timeline, everyone's alive. But also this is the second motive. Byakuyas secret surprises everyone(the longer part) and a game of truth or dare(not as long sorry) its 11:44 at night and I'm tired as all hecc

@fluffomatic here you go. Although I didn't exactly use inspiration based off the art you made. I'm really tired and barely know what I'm doing.

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"As your school principle, I am supposed to motivate you! So, for your second motivation, I'll be handing put secrets! Its your decision what you want to do with it." The build a bear reject says. "How am I supposed to get you guys to kill eachother?" Monokuma adds under his breath then disappears. Everyone looks at each other in confusion.

"Secrets?" Aoi had questioned the bear authority despite it already having left. Several thin papers were scattered like snow from what looked like it could only be the ceiling. They all scrambled to pick up the small pieces that had their secrets written upon them.

"Whatever man. Lets just forget about them." Mondo was about to walk out when a certain compass moral stopped him.

"Wait. Lets all share our secrets so that its no longer a motive!" Taka introduced the idea.

"Well, it cant hurt us if we do." Makoto states looking down at his own secret. They gather around in a circle like oval. Chihiro starts.

"... I uhm. I'm actually a boy dressed as a girl. Because people would bully me for being to "weak" or "feminine"." Chihiro looks down as if to be ashamed.

"Theres no need to be ashamed!" Taka gives the small boy a soft smile. Chihiro gives a small smile back, looking up.

"What about yours Taka?" He asks

"Oh! Right!" He lets out a small giggle and unfolds his, "...I uhm oh. I ran in the halls! I'm so sorry everyone! I know, this must be disappointing to hear the ultimate moral compass broke a rule." He acts as if it is shocking.

"No ones disappointed Taka! Its ok to break a rule if its a rare thing to happen." Makoto says.

"Well? Whats your secret?" Taka asks.

"Oh, I uhm. I-" Makoto looked away, a blushing mess. "I wet the bed 5th grade." Makoto said quietly but everyone heard him. A silence overcame them like a light in a dark room.

"I guess its my turn!" Byakuya says, wanting people to not bully or embarrass his boyfriend. "I've never... What?" Byakuya looks confused. "How is this a secret? I've never been tickled." He squints his eyes. Everyone looked shocked. Even Makoto looks shocked.

"Hold up. You've never been tickled?" Yasuhiro had asked.

"Well, for the ultimate progeny, his childhood would be not as "

'childish' as others." Kyoko had said, a hand placed on her chin.

"Agh-!" Byakuya had yelled after he was tackled. Leon had dug into his ribs getting sudden laughter pouring from his mouth. "WAHAHAIT!!" Byakuya was squirming.

"Hey!" Leon got tackled down by Toko. "What the? Why did you do that?" Leon yelled at the writer.

"You're being to rough with him!" Toko yelled at the baseball man. Byakuya started giggling and everyone looked over to see Makoto lightly tracing his abs and ribs.

"Nohohoho!" Byakuya squirmed, trying to get away from Makoto.

"Uh-uh. You're not getting away from me." Makoto teased. Kyoko walked up to Byakuyas squirming body and poked it earning a high squeak amongst the giggles.

"Noho! Dont dohoho that KyokO-" Byakuya started giggling harder when Kyoko started light scribbles on his ribs. He tries to grab her hands but ends up revealing his under arms and having Kyoko quickly shoot into them. "Hohold ohohohon!" He shot his arms down as soon as she did that.

"Oops. My hands are trapped. Guess I'll have to keep tickling you until you put up your arms." She shrugged with a sly smile on her face.

"Hehehehey stahp!" Byakuya reluctantly put up his arms above his head to make Kyoko stop. That only pushed her more. She sat on his hands but made sure not to hurt them and continued her relentless attack. Makoto was going ham on his sides and moved to his belly. Byakuya ended up squirming more than than ever, his laughter going up a few octaves. "HOHOLD ON! STOHAHAP IT PLEAHEEHE-"

"Nah. I'm hungry for a happy Byakuya!" Makoto said leaning down and nibbling ever so lightly on his belly. His eyes shut and a wide smile planted on his face emitting loud giggles like a speaker. Makoto also began dancing his hands hands along his sides, ribs and belly changing suddenly and with no pattern as well.

"Aw. You're so much fun!" Kyoko added some teases to the mix.

When it got to the point of Byakuya not being able to for words they stopped their attacks to give Byakuya a breathing break.

"Hmm. Should we try..?" He looked at Kyoko and she nodded. Makoto made his way down to his ankles. He sat on his calves. He cradled the progeny's ankles in an arm lock. He started snickering and giggling again cutely when Kyoko ran finger down and around his neck. He scrunched up his neck and made a little whining sound which turned into a ridiculously cute sight. Makoto laughed and smiles at this and turned back to his 'assignment'. Makoto traced a finger down the middle of the boys sole. And instantly his giggles went up a little. He messed around and drew shapes with the tip of his fingernail. Byakuya squirmed. Under the weight of his two lers. Makoto used his entire hand to scribble along both of Byakuyas feet. He thrashes, giggling violently.

"Ohohok did I do sohohomethihing?" Byakuyas head was tilted into his arm to try and stifle his giggles. Kyoko and Makoto took this as an opportunity to stop. Makoto walks up towards his head.

"You're so cute Byakuya." He kissed his boyfriends nose making Byakuya more rose coloured. His smile was still widely spread across his face and tears were both streaming and had stained his face. Makoto helped Byakuya up. "You ok?" The small boy said.

"Yea.. I'm fine. Just a little worn out." Byakuya said straightening his glasses ans fixing his hair. They heard a loud obnoxious laugh.

"OK OK IHIHI WOHONT BE SO CAHARLEHESS!" Leon yelled as Toko was going nuts on him.

"Promise?" She asks slyly.

"IHIHIHI PROMIHISE!!" He yelled, squirming under her. Toko relented and let him catch his breath.

"This is a school environment! You cant just do that!" Taka pouts angrily.

"Whatever Taka." Kyoko giggles. "We should hang out tonight. After 10. Truth or dare. Get closer yknow?"

" like a date then." Hifumi says.

"Not you. You're not allowed to come." Kyoko states glaring at Hifumi.

"I guess we should wait until then. I'm off." Makoto said dragging Byakuya to his room. Byakuya and Makoto were cuddling until something actually happened Makoto was being the little spoon. "Mmm Byakuya-" he tried to stifle his giggles as his boyfriend traced shapes on his belly.

"Wow Makoto. Your skin is so soft." He smiled, tracing the skin around hus navel.

"Byahakuyaaaa stoooop!" Makoto squirmed in the progeny's thouch.

"Aw. But such soft skin deserves to be caressed and needs attention." Byakuya cooed at the smaller boy.

"Heheheheh!" Makoto was giggling so hard he could barely make out any words. Togami smiled mischievously. He dug his fingers into Makoto belly on both sides of his navel. "BYAKUYAHAHAHAH! NOOOOO STAHP!" Makoto laughed out loud and threw his head out.

"Aw. Your face is sooo cute Makoto." Byakuya teasy complimented him and stopped his attack. They slept until 10 pm. It was the Monokuma night announcement that woke them up. They headed to the gym still a little groggy from their nap. As soon as they opened the gym doors, the light blinded them.

"You made it!" Aoi cheered happily.

"Yup!" Makoto smiled. They once again, sat in a circle wondering whos gonna go first.

"Taka! Truth or dare!" Aoi asked excitedly.

"Uh.. Truth." Taka answered a bit scared that if he said dare, Aoi would make him do something bad.

"Do you like anyone?" Taka was taken aback by such a common question coming from Aoi.

"Oh uhm. I like Mondo." Taka answered without hesitation. Mondo became a blushing mess and looked away.

"Makoto. Truth or dare?" Taka asked the small boy of hope.

"Uh dare."

"Hmm... I dare you to uhm.." Taka looked around a bit. "I dare you to throw that garbage away!" Makoto was surprised and not surprised but did it anyways.

"Hey Byakuya. Truth or dare."

"Dare. Truth seems to be to boring." He looked at Aoi. Aoi seemed to look through his soul.

"Let us tickle you." The small boy said.

"What?" Byakuya was taken aback, surprised.

"Let us tickle you." Makoto smiled at this thought.

"Well, the ultimate progeny doesn't count on giving up. Very well." He lifted up his arms leaving all his spots free to whoever wanted to join. Makoto slipped his hand under Byakuyas shirt and scribbled. Byakuya started laughing instantly. "Makohohoto!" He whined, knowing he couldn't beg for Makoto to stop.

"Whats wrong? Why are you laughing? Nothings going on? Whats so funny?" He asked and byakuya had never answered. Makoto lifted the taller boys shirt up leaned his head down. He blew the longest raspberry anyone has ever seen. He laughed louder and shot his hands down. Makoto stopped his attack. "You didn't last to long." Makoto says.

"Yea. You should lengthen that by training with Aoi and myself." Sakura said with a sly smirk. They continued the game for most of the night the headed off to bed.

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I hope you liked it!

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chibinekochan · 4 years ago

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How to become a Demon Ruler 113

Part: 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I

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The party is the last part of this story. So there is one more part after this one.

I wake, being cocooned in my blanket.

I can't see Barbatos anywhere so I just proceed to stand up. I plan to take this morning slowly.

I get ready much like usual.

Strangely, Barbatos doesn't show up at all. As much as his sudden appearances scare me sometimes, right now I miss him.

I find the outfit for the party hanging by the door. It looks very nice. I fondly remember how I bought it.

I find my breakfast ready for me. Another bit of loneliness hits me. This means I won't see Diavolo this morning either.

I sigh and look at my favorite breakfast. Obviously made to make me feel better.

I can only sigh at it. Then I see a note, placed at the side of my dish.

Dear young Master,

I humbly apologize for not being able to wake you up this morning.

I have full faith that you will find this in time before lunch. Please rest until then.

I will be there in time to help you dress.

Your loyal servant Barbatos.

PS. Sorry for leaving you all alone. Please don't cry. ≈ Diavolo

Somehow I can't help but smile at the note. It's obvious how much they care.

I then see the items I requested from Barbatos. He is diligent as always. He even prepared wrapping paper, knowing that I'd insist on wrapping them myself.

So I eat my meal, with little enjoyment, and then wrap all of the presents for the brothers.

I do my best but they aren't perfect.

After that, I'm unsure what to do all by myself.

A wave of sadness rushes over me. I never realized how lonely my life was before coming here. Living day in and day out, always the same, always all alone.

Funny how everything can change so much in a single instance.

Barbatos left me a stack of books. I give this a dry chuckle.

What am I thinking? I have to survive first of all. No time to mope around.

With a bit more motivation I open a book and start to read.

So I pass time until a knock rips me out of the colorful devildom history.

"Come in." I hope it's Barbatos.

"You should ask first, who is there? You never know who might be on the other side." Barbatos shakes his head, but can't hide his smile.

"I was hoping that it would be you." I simply close my book and get up from my bed.

"What would you have done if it wasn't me?" Barbatos sighs.

"Umm, throw a book?" Some of them are heavy enough to do damage.

"I will add self-defense to your lessons." Then he seems to stop himself from saying something else. "We should get you ready."

I look at him, slightly suspicious. "Did you want to say something else there?"

Barbatos seems surprised that I caught on to this. "I need to be more careful around you. Sadly, I have promised not to say anything so please be patient. Just know that I would… no, I already said too much." Barbatos sighs once more. I have never seen him this troubled before.

"I hope keeping secrets from me won't become a habit. I honestly hate that sort of thing." I speak firmly, grimacing at this. "Diavolo acted a bit shady yesterday too." It makes me feel very uncomfortable.

"I understand, . From now on I will not keep secrets from you as long as I can avoid it." Barbatos acts like he is fully agreeing with it, but his words are clear to me.

"You will keep secrets to protect me I assume?" I can't hide my disdain for this.

"Yes. I will shield you from any harm." He doesn't even hesitate.

"It will harm me more if you hide important things from me. I'd rather get hurt by knowledge than by mistrust." I look away from Barbatos.

"What if the truth kills you?" Barbatos seems to honestly consider it.

"Well that might be an exception, but know that I will likely still end up trusting you less. Especially when I realize that you are hiding something." I can't truly fault him for that and it seems like a pretty unique exception.

Barbatos nods in understanding. "I will consider these points in the future. Regardless of this specific case, I have promised to keep it a secret. I hope you can forgive me for this." His consideration is probably as much as I will get out of him.

"Fine, and I forgive you this once." I'm glad he got my message at least.

Barbatos seems relieved by my words. "I'm glad that it's settled. Now we should let you get changed."

I feel pretty embarrassed. "You don't expect me to change in front of you, do you?"

"Based on your reaction, I'd suppose I don't, but this outfit seems rather fragile so if you need assistance I will be right here." Barbatos clearly planned to dress me himself.

There is no way I'd let that slide. "I will change in my dressing room. Will you change too?" Now I wonder how he would look in a different suit.

"No, I will only attend as your butler tonight." Barbatos calmly explains.

"Too bad. I bet you would look great in a different suit." I shrug and smile at him.

"Maybe next time." He smiles gently at me.

Somehow I expected him to protest.

I take my outfit and head to my changing room. Much to my surprise, I find matching underwear and shoes waiting for me. I mean I kind of expected shoes but underwear? This is very embarrassing.

I strip naked and start to get dressed. The outfit for the party is indeed very fancy, it takes me a while to figure out how to dress it all by myself. My pride prevents me from calling out for help from Barbatos.

Then finally I step outside. I walk very slowly, thanks to the new shoes and the new outfit.

Barbatos looks at me with wide eyes.

"Do I look weird?" My cheeks become hot once again.

"Oh no, quite the opposite. You look gorgeous." Barbatos looks at me full of admiration. "Now I regret even more that I wasn't with you when you picked this outfit." He sighs lightly. "Well regardless. I have to insist on taking a picture of you." Barbatos suddenly has a camera.

"A picture? Now I feel like this is my prom night." I chuckle.

Barbatos quickly takes the photo at that very moment. "This will be my greatest treasure."

"Barbatos, you sound like a parent." I smile and shake my head.

He huffs. "I'm just very happy to be able to share this moment with you. Furthermore, I'd like you to refrain from calling me your parent."

"I know you aren't my parent. I think of you much more like a friend, even if you are seeing me as your master." I have to clearly say this to him.

"I'm pleased you see me this way. I don't just think of you as my master either." Barbatos smiles in his usual way.

"That is very good to hear. I can't say how much that means to me." He feels incredibly close to me, I'm very glad it's not one-sided.

Barbatos nods slowly. "I feel the same way." Then he pauses for a moment. "Shall we head over to the venue then?" Barbatos holds his arm towards me.

"Yes, lead the way." I take his arm with a bright smile.

Together we head to the big ballroom. Barbatos matching my speed to perfection.

I notice this especially since I'm slower than usual.

We meet with Diavolo by the entrance.

"Good evening. You look beautiful." Diavolo gives me his biggest smile yet.

Somehow the warmth of his smile seems to radiate right into me.

I take a moment to appreciate his prince outfit. It's similar but different from his usual attire. "You look very beautiful yourself."

Is it right to call him beautiful? Well he is, I have no regrets.

"Thank you. What a shame that Barbatos can't dress up today." Diavolo likes my compliment.

"Yeah, I said the same thing." I chuckle lightly.

Barbatos shakes his head. "You both should take your seats. For the first part of the party, everyone will come to greet you. The brothers should be first. That would be the best opportunity to give them their presents. I have placed them by your seat. After the greeting, there will be dinner. Then casual conversation and dancing. The first dance will be led by Diavolo and you." Barbatos summarizes the full event.

"You have forgotten the speech my father will give." Diavolo only adds that.

"So he will show up? I wasn't sure." Barbatos doesn't look like he knew.

"Only for a bit. I assume it's to watch over my lovely sibling." Diavolo shrugs.

I feel a cold chill running down my spine.

"You don't need to worry about him. You will, as they say, knock him off his socks." It feels very strange to hear Barbatos saying this. I look at him wide-eyed.

"Haha, sounds like you had a chat with Levi." Diavolo chuckles.

"I only hope he won't kill me." This is the only thing that matters to me.

"He would never do such a thing." Diavolo seems very surprised by my words.

I'm not too sure about that but maybe Diavolo is right. I trust him and silently pray that he is right.

"Let us sit down now before everyone arrives." Diavolo then offers me his arm instead and I take it.

I'm more steady now than before but it still feels very nice to do this.

I see two throne-like chairs on the far back of the room. They are on a small stage.

This will be awkward for sure.

I sit down, at least it's pretty comfortable.

"Everyone will go to greet Diavolo first and then you." Barbatos has already taken his position behind my chair. Probably because I might require his assistance.

"I was expecting that. Would it be okay if I get water or something in between the greetings?" I'm known to get a dry throat.

"Naturally. You can also take a bathroom break." Barbatos seems to add this for my sake. That's good to know.

For a bit, I watch the other servants doing whatever. We do have them after all. It's amusing to finally actually see them. I was honestly starting to think that Barbatos does everything by himself.

Then finally something starts to happen.

The big entrance door gets opened and someone announces the demon brothers.

I watch them all with great curiosity when they all walk into the room.

Most of them don't look eager to be here, I share their feelings.

They all wear fancy suits, at least one of them looks extremely uncomfortable in it.

Lucifer walks calmly over to us. Much as expected, he greets Diavolo first, though he keeps it very brief.

Then he comes over to me. "Good evening. It's a pleasure to meet you again. I hope this evening will be a great success." He is very polite.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Lucifer. I hope we get the chance to meet more casually next time. I took the liberty to buy you and your brothers presents in the hopes of forging a good relationship." I smile at him and speak in a manner befitting a man of his stature.

"How very kind of you. I and my brothers have prepared a present for you as well. Please open it later." Lucifer takes a big box from one of his brothers.

He holds it out for me.

"Please allow me to take it for safekeeping." Barbatos quickly chimes in and takes the box. I wonder what they got me.

"Thank you very much for your kindness." I give him a big smile and Lucifer nods at me seemingly pleased.

"Lucifer, when can we eat? I'm hungry." One of the brothers speaks up.

"Beel I told you to eat before we came." Lucifer sighs.

"I'm afraid we cannot serve you food at this point." Barbatos sighs. The kitchen is still preparing it seems.

"I think I might be able to help. I prepared a big amount of cookies for Beel as his present. Please feel free to eat some now." I gently smile at Beel and Barbatos hands him the nicely wrapped cookies.

"Oohhh, how sweet of you." Beel takes the whole package and straight-up eats it, with the packaging still intact. I almost gasp in disbelief.

"Beel don't eat things with the packaging." One of the other brothers shakes his head.

"Sorry, they are very good though. You want some too, Belphie?" Beel shows the half-eaten package to his brother.

"No thanks." Belphie shakes his head.

"I apologize for his behavior." Lucifer sighs.

"Don't worry about it. I have put a few cookies into everyone's present." I somehow expected this to happen.

"Haha everyone knows how much of a glutton you are. Oh so lovely to see you again. That outfit looks very beautiful by the way." Asmo giggles and then calmly compliments me.

"Thank you Asmo. You look gorgeous tonight." I ignore his obvious undertone and calmly smile.

"I know, but I would look even better without the strict dress code." He shakes his head.

"Asmo, I told you, you need to greet Diavolo first." Lucifer seems pretty exhausted. "Beel you didn't even greet the new heir." He looks sternly at the still munching Beel.

"Ups sorry, I just got distracted by that outfit." Asmo doesn't seem sorry at all, but he walks over to Diavolo anyway.

Lucifer sighs again. He certainly doesn't have an easy life.

"I'm sorry. I was just hungry. The cookies were very great. Thank you for them." Beel sheepishly apologizes to me.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them." I can't be very mad at him. He has that puppy aura.

"Thank you for helping Beel. I'm Belphie by the way." He seems grateful and then he yawns.

"It's a pleasure meeting you. Please enjoy your present." I smile and hand him the gift. It's very light compared to Beels.

He unwraps it and starts to smile. "Nice, I will test this right away."

"No you won't, go over to your chair if you are done here," Lucifer tells him off. I start to wonder if they are children.

"I'm back. Sorry, I was cut so short. Anyway, I was talking about how much better I'd look in a more flashy outfit." Asmo his back, casually continuing.

"Stop talking so much and let the others have a turn." This brother sounds rather annoyed.

"Gee, excuse me for making small talk." Asmo rolls his eyes.

"We should talk more later. Please enjoy your present for now." I try to mediate between them.

I show the present to Asmo, I made sure to make it look extra pretty.

"It's so beautifully wrapped. Let's take a Pic before I open it." Asmo proceeds to be busy with that for a moment.

"You must be Satan. I'm very pleased to meet you." I smile politely.

"How did you know? He seems surprised by my guess.

"It was an educated guess. A few things gave you away, like your cat-shaped pin." To be completely honest it was his temper but I will not tell him that.

"Mammon told you about that huh? Well, I'm happy to meet you. I wasn't sure what to expect, to be honest, but you seem to be doing just fine." Satan is pretty polite, it seems.

"I hope you will enjoy your present." I smile at him. He doesn't seem to be too bad.

"Thanks for the gift. I didn't get the chance to buy it. I'll wear it for the after-party." Asmo is cheerfully holding the top I bought for him.

"I'm just glad you like it. Please tell me what you think after wearing it." I feel pretty good about his reaction.

"Sure, I will ask Mammon for your number if you don't mind." Asmo smiles.

"Of course." I think this is a good sign.

Satan has meanwhile gotten his present from Barbatos and seems to be pretty happy.

"Asmo, Satan, when you are done join the others." Lucifer sounds about done with them.

I can see other guests start to line up already.

Satan seems to mumble about something and they both leave.

"Yo, you look great tonight. Almost didn't recognize ya." Mammon is very casual. I don't mind that though.

"Mind your manners." Lucifer scolds him.

"I don't mind if you are casual with me." I smile and notice the last brother still standing awkwardly around. "And you don't need to be scared of me I promise I don't bite." I try to reassure him.

"Don't mind Levi, he is socially awkward." Mammon is pretty blunt about it.

"I understand, . I'm not offended if you are too shy to talk to me. Please take your present anyway. It's some Manga from the human world. I hope you don't own them already." I hope this will help to break the ice.

Levi's eyes light up in an instance.

"This is for you Mammon." I hand him his present.

He basically rips the packaging apart. "Oh, sweet new shades." Mammon looks happy.

Levi meanwhile opens his package very carefully, even when it's all inside of a box. His eyes seem to light up with every title he takes out. "Wow, I haven't seen any of these yet. Amazing! We need to talk about all of them soon!" All of his awkwardness seems to be gone now. I feel relieved.

"Of course, let's do that. I have read all of them myself. You can ask Mammon for my number too if you want." It does sound like fun to talk about my old Manga with someone.

"S-sure.. Thank you so much." Levi blushes and basically runs off. Mammon follows after him.

Lucifer shakes his head. "I hope they didn't give you a bad first impression."

"Not at all. They all seem very nice." I had somehow expected worse.

"I'm glad that you see it that way. I had some kind of idea for you, after hearing so much from Diavolo. He hasn't exaggerated. I look forward to getting to know you better." He smiles kindly and joins his brothers.

"I feel the same way." I need to find out what Diavolo is saying about me. I'm sure it's very embarrassing.

"I'm sure you will fit in just fine." Lucifer smiles kindly at me. I'm not sure what he means but I smile back at him.

The seven brothers are certainly an interesting bunch.

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