#i come to this restaurant a lot and i would gladly kill or die for the staff here they're so nice

[batemanofficial]

europeans be normal in american restaurants challenge (IMPOSSIBLE) (GONE WRONG?)

[kagemaruzest69]

Lovesick {Karl Heisenberg x Reader}

Ch. 1 - {The Village}

【ιт ιѕ тнє ℓινєѕ ωє єη¢συηтєя тнαт мαкє ℓιƒє ωσятн ℓινιηg】

It was finally a time that (Y/N) and her boyfriend, James had been waiting for. A time off from work, a vacation that the two of them really needed. Even when the two works at different offices, everyone knew that the two were an inseparable couple that was sweet and dreamy. Everyone loved and cheered for their relationship to go keep going strong. The couple decided to go to a village in the Eastern Europe that they had read in articles and it looked like a perfect place for them to visit and enjoy their quiet time together, just the two of them.

The fateful day came, however, upon arriving on the destinated village, it looked abandoned, deserted by its villagers even. It totally looked nothing like the pictures in the articles, but the nature surrounding the village and the giant castle that ghosted over the small village are really stunning and had their own magic charm to the visitors. The first step into the village, the couple noticed that the village was not deserted, there were villagers, but they were watching the outsiders from behind the window of their homes. (Y/N) and James were curious about this, if there were villagers around, how come does the village look so deserted? They looked at each other and decided to shrug it off. Since they have just arrived, they were hungry and decided to look for a restaurant or something similar that might be open within the village.

After an hour of searching there were none, so they decided to go to the outskirts of the village and sat by a river stream to catch some fishes for themselves. The air was chill, and the atmosphere was really calm and serene, unlike the true nature of the village. James went to catch the fish, whilst (Y/N) took some water from the stream and boiled it to ensure that it is safe from any bacteria or virus. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to them, a certain parasite that had evolved with the mold, known as the Cadou to certain groups was living within the water and the fishes that they drank and ate. It might be dormant within their bodies right now, but soon enough, it will seal the couple’s fate to the village that they had set their foot in.

After the meal, the two went back to the village. During their path back, (Y/N)’s (E/C) orbs caught the silhouette of a factory on the outskirts of the village, however, the wind was blowing harder by this time and the snow and fog began to thicken that she was unsure if what she saw was something that’s real and truly there. The couple intertwined their fingers together and walked close to share the warmth between the two until they arrived back at the village and stumbled upon what it looked like the village’s church. They went inside to take shelter from the upcoming snowstorm.

The church was smaller compared to the other churches they have been to, but it was enough for the villagers. Inside the church, they found an old woman, sitting by the front seat, praying to Mother Miranda. (Y/N)’s right eyebrow was raised before her eyes darted over from the old woman to the front of the church where there was a picture of a woman in the middle, and another four pictures, each two pictures were placed side by side adjacent to the middle woman. It looked kind of straight from a horror movie, but the pair decided to be polite about it and sat at the furthest chair from the front.

“Youngsters, the two of you are not from around here, aren’t you?” The old woman’s voice echoed within the church’s hall. “No, we’re actually visitors and we have just arrived here today.” James answered whilst (Y/N) scooted closer to the male’s side, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation and the air. “Oh my, you should pray for your safety and I wish you safe through your journey. Shall Mother Miranda bless you.” The old woman stood up from her seat. “The storm will be here soon along with the others. The two of you should stay here until it is over. I do not advise that you two go out while the storm is present. It is unsafe and you might become its prey.” Her sentence was enough to make (Y/N) alerted, her lips were parted, “Mother Miranda? Who is that? And whose prey? There are predators here?” she queried in hurry as fear laced her questions. “The goddess and the protectors of the land.” was the old woman’s short answer before she left the couple alone in the church.  

A look of dread was present on (Y/N) face before she turned to hug her boyfriend which embraced her back tightly. “We will be fine, don’t worry, it could be just a tale that the elders told the youngsters here to make sure that the youngsters would stay in line and act accordingly to the village’s moral value. To make sure that the children would stay away from troubles.” James assured (Y/N). This managed to calm her down. As she closed her eyes and hugged him, a twisted smile played upon his lips as a wicked plan formed within his head. “After the snow is over, we will set up our camp on the nearby hill.” She nodded and retracted her arms from his body. “I love the nature here, however, I have a bad feeling about this village.” She told him with a sigh. “I know my dear, but we will be out of here soon, don’t worry. I promise you that I will keep us safe.”

Hours passed by, probably around 3 to 4 hours since the snowstorm started, and it had died down. The two had fallen asleep within each other’s arms during the wait and (Y/N) had woke up first. She nudged her lover softly with her hand, waking him up from his pleasant slumber. His eyebrows were scrunched before his eyes opened to find her and a small smile was formed upon his lips. “Is it over?” He asked her and she replied with a nod. “Let’s set up our camp soon, the nighttime is getting closer.” (Y/N) stood up from the seat and took her things as James got ready as well. The two walked hand-in-hand to the nearby hill and set their camp up for the night. As she sat by the folding chair, she saw the factory once again. ‘So, it was real’ she thought to herself. The factory looked huge and once again, abandoned just like the village. However, she found it to be very enticing, maybe it was because of her love for machines and she had a hobby to tinker with something during her free time back at her hometown.

A tap was felt on her left shoulder and she turned her head from the factory to the face of her lover. He had a handsome face, soft baby blue eyes with short blonde hair with an undercut style and clean shaved face.  He smiled and offered her a glass of water which she took, “Thank you.” She said before she took a sip of the water. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” His blue orbs were looking up to the night sky before it went to where (Y/N) was looking at before. “And that factory over there, I am sure it had caught your interest, I happened to see it on our way back to the village which is why I decided to camp on this hill because I know that you would love it and we will be able to go there and do a little search tomorrow. A little adventure at a place that I know you will love,” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “And it seems I was right,” he smirked playfully at her, a small giggle escaped her lips. “You are right about that.” The camp on the hill and the factory had somewhat eased her memory about what the old woman had said upon their encounter within the church. “Let’s rest up, there are a lot of places and things to do tomorrow,” James held out his hand to (Y/N). She gladly took his hand and they headed inside their shared tent to rest for the night.

Morning came by quickly. The pair had disassembled their tent and packed their things up. The very next thing they did after their breakfast was heading straight to the factory. (Y/N) eyes lit up in amazement as they arrived at the factory’s front gate. She pushed it open, enough for them to get inside. The front yard was filled with rusted and unused things, starting from rusty scraps, metal scraps, tanks and many more. “Should we head inside?” She asked her boyfriend, unsure whether the factory was still operating or if someone or something reside within it. Oh, how would she jump out of her body had she known that the factory held all kind of nightmares she could ever dream of escaping from and the master of the factory was not one to be too fond of visitors, or rather it was his ‘family’ that was not fond of outsiders. Upon stepping inside, she rushed on her own to inspect the machines inside whilst James, on the other hand, went to look for a metal bar that he would use to execute his plans. He had planned to leave her alone, and possibly it would kill her and soon he would be free from her, he would be free to do what he wants and most importantly, he would be free to be together with his other lover that he had been having an affair with for the past 3 months. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he had cheated on her and chose an even worse way to solve his problem, to solve his fault. She could die and if the old woman was right, the protectors could capture or even kill her for he didn’t care about her anymore.

He stalked her quietly as not to raise her suspicions and within the right moment, he struck her with the metal bar he found. The metal bar hit right behind her head which sent her body into a shocked state and she fell unconscious right away as blood began to seep out of her wounded head. He quickly tied her to the chair in the main room using the rope he found. It was only the very first room they were in, he truly intended to make it quick for himself and then he fled out of the factory, leaving the door open, and somewhat he managed to leave the village this time.      

In the end, who knew that even in the sweetest relationship, there would still be a flaw. After all, nothing is perfect, and imperfection would always follow everyone. And unfortunately, the dearest (Y/N) found out the hole within their relationship, one that she had been turning blind eye on.

Meanwhile, the master of the factory, Karl Heisenberg was just returning from a ‘family’ meeting and he was curious as to why the factory’s main door was open. No one has ever dared to sneak into his factory and live to tell the tale. He went inside and much to his shock and surprise, he found a woman, a barely conscious woman was tied onto a chair. Karl took a drag from his cigar and exhaled the smoke before he placed his hammer down to the side. “My, oh sweet dear, what do we have here? Who was the kindhearted Santa that had left a gift for this old man?” He asked no one, but to himself. He then proceeded to use his metal power to call in a knife and cut the rope off of the female. He walked close to her and examined her, soon, he found out that she had a wound on the back of her head. A frown could be seen instantly as his brown eyes landed on the wound. He lifted her up bridal style into his main workstation which happens to be his own bedroom as well. He placed her on top of his soft mattress as he tended to her wound. What was the reason he did that? He did not know, especially she was an outsider. Maybe he was bored of what he had within his factory and he thought that she would be a new toy to play and experiment with. Maybe he was interested, intrigued by what story she could regale him with about the outside world. For now, he would keep this little prize that came out of nowhere for himself, and shall the time come, he will only then bring her up in the ‘family’ meetings.

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[maiyami]

Ｍａｋｅ Ｈｉｍ Ｃｒｙ

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒦𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝐵𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊 𝒳 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖, 𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖.

ＡＬＬ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＳ ＡＲＥ ＡＧＥＤ ＵＰ！ １８＋

(Finished up Sparks Fly and Perfect Match! Here is the next one!)

You’ve known Bakugou for a very long time, ever since you both attended UA. Everyone would always say how you were the only girl he could ever stand to be around. You were even there to help him after he thought he was the reason All Might retired, getting him through the pain he was keeping deep down inside himself. That was the first time Bakugou showed his true emotions with anyone, he sat there outside UA with you. Tears running down his face while his emotions exploded out of him. Trying to calm him down as best as you could, thankfully with your quirk that was easy. You quirk can bend the emotions and thoughts of anyone you touch, even seeing into memories and if you consentate hard enough you can bend memories also. Even with how well you handled your quirk, it still took a lot out of you to calm Bakugou down. It actually brought you closer together.

As the years passed, you ran into Bakugou often. Sometimes he even went out of his way just to check up on you. He may be a hardass, explosive, and out right rude but he always made sure you were doing what was best for yourself. Even when you were out of UA, he would text you every so often. Asking you about your day, how was work, and even sometimes about completely random things. He even offered you to work at his agency which you gladly excepted. Which was how your relationship grew stronger, everyone noticed it. The famous Ground Zero seemed a little less intense, smiling more often than not and even complimenting others. It shocked everyone, but it seemed like you were the bright light in his life. Kirishima even teased both of you about it, but you always shook it off. You never thought it was because of you, you assumed that he was just finally growing out of his rage.

But you were slightly wrong. One night while you were getting ready to go out on a date, your phone lit up from a text message from Bakugou.

ʜᴏᴛ-ʜᴇᴀᴅ: ʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀʙ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ?

ʏᴏᴜ: ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ.

ʜᴏᴛ-ʜᴇᴀᴅ: ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ? ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴇʀ.

ʏᴏᴜ: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ɢᴜʏ.

ʜᴏᴛ-ʜᴇᴀᴅ: ʏᴀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ! ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ.

ʏᴏᴜ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ. ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟꜱᴏ.

ʜᴏᴛ-ʜᴇᴀᴅ: ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ! ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴜᴍʙᴀꜱꜱ.

You looked over the texts, a frown now forming on your face. You threw you phone onto your bed, letting it seem buzzing from incoming texts from King Explosion Murder himself. It was about fifteen minutes later that you heard a knock at your door. You were confused, you weren’t suppose to be getting picked up until 8:30pm but it was 7:15pm. You got up, and opened the door and guess who is standing in the frame. Ground Zero himself, practically fuming from the ears. He pushed himself into your apartment, growling about something. You shut the door quickly and turned to meet your eyes with his glowing red ones.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, walking forward with your arms crossed. He just looked mad, like he was about the blow at any second. “Why.” Was all he asked while he looked you dead in the eyes. “Why what?” You asked him, you were so confused by his actions. He has never just stormed over to your apartment before. “Why are you playing games with me. Telling me you’re going on a date.” He asked bluntly. You were taken back by his words. You never have played with his emotions and he knows that. He is one of the most important people in your life but you know you aren’t that for him. “Excuse me? I’m playing with you? Have I EVER used my quirk on you without you asking? No. Have I EVER wronged you in anyway? NO. So how am I playing with you?.” You asked back, you were never one to lose your cool but sometimes when it came to Bakugou you lose it. You both just stood there still, staring back at each other. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. “Don’t go on that date.” He almost barked at you. You huffed, moving past him to grab your bag. As you walked back, he gripped you tightly by the wrist. “I don’t have time for this.” You said facing the door. He pulled you back, having you flush with his body. “Y/N, don’t go.” He said once more.

You pulled yourself from his grip, turning back to face him. “You’ve had plenty of time to give me a real reason as to why I shouldn’t. I get you aren’t good with your feelings but if you don’t say something now I’m leaving.” You said back too him. He just stared back at you, keeping his eyes glued too yours. Still he just said don’t go. So you walked right out of your apartment, soft tears dripping down your face as you made your way down the stairs. Bakugou just stood in your apartment, clenched fists as he stared at the floor. “Katsuki, why can’t you just admit to her that you love her.” He thought to himself. Then he left your apartment, slamming his car door shut so he could scream too himself. Little did you know that, you really shouldn’t have went on this date.

Half way through the date is when this ‘nice guy’ took a turn for the worse. He was babbling on about how hero’s weren’t as great as they make themselves out too be and that Ground Zero was the worst of them all. You nicely said that you were done with the date, making your way to the bathroom. Once you came back out, the guy you were with activated his quirk. Everything was on fire, and he was at the center of it. You slowly backed yourself back towards the bathroom, pulling your phone out. You dialed the only person you knew that would be here in an instant that you were needing him.

“Katsuki? I need your help...please.” You said softly into the phone. You could hear him moving things around as he was getting ready to leave. “Where are you?” He asked. “I already sent you my location...hurry. I didn’t touch him, I can’t use my quirk on him-“ you started to say then was cut off by a hand gripping your throat. “Y/N? Hey dumbass! Are you okay?!” Katsuki yelled over the phone. But he wasn’t answered by your sweet voice, he was met by a deep voice. “Ground Zero. I knew I’d be able to get to you by going through her. To bad she’ll have to die because of you.” He said lowly through the phone. Katsuki was pissed, he was already in his car driving to the restaurant that you had sent him. “You fucking touch her, and I’ll kill you with my barehands.” He yelled over the phone to which the villain laughed on the other end hanging up.

He got there quickly, busting through the doors to the restaurant. Not caring if he got burnt or not, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. That you were still going to be there for him, that you were still going to brighten his day with that beautiful smile you only shared with him. He saw many citizens trapped under pieces of the ceiling, and then he saw you in the hands of that guy. Katsukis eyes widen as he saw the knife come from your stomach, then your body hit the floor with a thud. When Bakugou recalls this moment, he swears he blacks out. All he saw was red and then the villain was on the ground at his feet. No one questioned him about what happened. But as other hero’s came in to help other people, Katsuki picked you up into his arms. Rushing you out of the building and to the closest hospital.

He waited for you, for two whole days. Checking in with your doctor to make sure you are doing alright. He was waiting for you to wake up, sitting next to you waiting. Waiting for his bright light to come back into his life. He was holding your hand late at night, rubbing the back of it while he looked at your sleeping face. Looking at you, laying in this hospital bed just broke his soul. He started to cry, something he hadn’t done in a very long time. He laid his head down on your bed, holding your hand in front of his face. “P-Please wake up, Princess. I need you to be okay, I need you to be with me ok? Just be mine okay, I’ll do anything for you to wake up...just wake up.” He said to you through his tears. He was shaking as he cried, his tears causing the sheets of your bed to become completely soaked. Then Katsuki felt something touch his hair, he quickly lifted his head to meet your e/y eyes with his.

“You know, when I was young. My mother always said “Make him cry for you, just once and you’ll know he’s in it forever.” I always thought she was kind of silly for saying that. But I understand what she meant by it now.” You said softly too him, rubbing his face to whip away the tears. Katsuki just cried more, holding onto your hand tighter. You smiled at him, pulling him by the back of his neck to bring him closer too you. “I-I thought I was going to lose the only good thing in my life..” he said muffled into your chest. “Katsu, you’ll never lose me. I’m right here, I’m okay.” You said back too him. You just held him there for a few moments, trying to soothe him with your quirk. “So you’re finally going to be honest with me, huh? After being stuck in a hospital bed?” You said too him there such softness in your voice talking too him.

“Y/N, I love you. I have loved you every since we were in UA together. You are the legitimate sun in my darken world. I know I have never been great at expressing how I feel, but after seeing you on the floor in that restaurant...I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.” He said, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes. You looked back at him, now tears were coming down your face. You leaned in quickly to kiss him. Resting your forehead against his. “Katsuki Bakugou, I have loved you for a very long time. If you weren’t such a stubborn dumbass, you would have figured it out sooner.” You said with a slight giggle in your voice. Bakugou just smirked at you, he will let you have your moment of calling him a dumbass. Because he knew deep in his heart that he was being a dumbass, how could he have not known that you also shared the same feelings for him. No one could put up with him for this long without really loving him. Even Kirishima needs his time off from Bakugou because of the way he gets.

This was the start of something beautiful, a real relationship with someone who brought out the best in you. And you brought out the best in him. It didn’t take long for the both of you to find a place together, slightly outside the city. It wasn’t anything horribly fancy but it was perfect for the two of you. Away from the world in your own little house, it was great. It was your night off, boredom haunting you as you waited for Katsuki to get home. You had already cleaned the house, done laundry, and even worked out but it was still going to be almost two hours before he came home. That’s when you decided to have your fun.

You walked into your shared bedroom, walking right over to your dresser. You pulled out a skimpy two piece bra and pantie set, it was a burnt orange color. The cups to the bar completely see through, and the waist band sat high on your hips. You were curvy but these panties made you look even curvier. To grabbed a black silk robe, letting it hand loosely on your shoulders. You sat at the end of your bed in front of the wall length mirror. You sparted your thigh slightly, leaning back on one hand. Your phone covering a little bit of your face, then you took the picture. You smirked at the picture, proud of how damn good you looked in it.

ʏᴏᴜ: ʜᴇʏ ʙᴀʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜꜱʏ?

ʙʟᴀꜱᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ: ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴜᴘ?

ʙʟᴀꜱᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ: ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ?

ʏᴏᴜ: -ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ-

You smirked looking at the text bubble pop up and go away several times. While you waited for him to text back, you laid on your back. Holding your phone up high, putting the right angle in, pushing your chest together. You snapped the picture, sitting back up to read the text you got.

ʙʟᴀꜱᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ: ʜᴏʟʏ ꜱʜɪᴛ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ...

ʙʟᴀꜱᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ: ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ʜᴜʜ?

ʏᴏᴜ: ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ..

ʏᴏᴜ: -ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ-

ʏᴏᴜ: ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ..ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ.

You were pleased with your work, standing up to look over yourself in the mirror again. You got down onto your knees in front of the mirror, sliding your hands down to have your ass high in the air. You took one last picture, sending it to your already flustered boyfriend. “This one better make him come home early.” You said too yourself.

You were laying on the bed, looking at some videos on Instagram. Katsuki hadn’t texted you back for twenty minutes, you expected that he got pulled away. But then you heard the door close, a smirk spreading across your face. He was home early. You slowly lifted yourself onto your elbows, waiting for Katsuki to walk into the room. As he walked into the room, you could tell he was a little disheveled. He looked over your body, dropping his bag onto the floor. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, shimming out of his pants to be just left in his red boxers. “Princess, you’ve been a bad girl.” He said as he slowly walked over too you. You smirked, titling your head to the side. “What are you going to do about it, Ground Zero.” You said back in the sassiest voice you could make. He leaned down, pulling you by your ankles to the end of the bed. Then gripped your wrists to bring you down to your knees.

You looked up at him, the robe you were wearing sliding off your shoulders. He took a handful of your hair, pushing you against his crotch, you could feel how hard he already was. “Is that anyway to talk too me? You made me leave work early, made this happen.” He said rubbing your face against his harden length. You smirked against his crotch, letting your tongue lick over the material of his boxers. He pulled you back by the hair, looking down at you. “So eager for my cock. So naughty.” He said leaning down to grip your chin tightly with his finger. “You’re taking care of this, right?” He asked in a mocking tone. “Yes.” You said back, the smirk never leaving your face. He took his fingers off your chin, giving you a few slaps on your cheek. “Say it again, correctly.” He said. “Yes, Master.” You said back.

He smiled, nodding as you flicked his eyes from your face to his cock. You pulling his boxers down, exposing his cock. His tip already leaking precum, waiting to explode. You licked up his shaft, all the way till you circled your tongue around his head. You parted your mouth just enough where Katsuki pulling you onto his cock. Letting his length get pushed into the back of your throat. You braced yourself onto his thigh, holding tightly until you felt one of your hands get slapped. “Hands behind your back.” He said too you. You put your hands behind your back, then you felt him start to thrust into your mouth. Saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth onto your chest. Katsuki pulled from your mouth with a pop, leaning down to put a thumb onto your tongue.

You opened your mouth for him, then he spit into your mouth. He removed his hand, and you swallowed. “Good girl.” He said, then pulled you up from under your arms, throwing you onto the bed. He pulled the robe from your shoulders, then uncliped your bra, throwing it to some part of the room. Then he parted your legs, pulling your panties to the side. You were so wet for him already, it only fueled his ego more. He gave a harsh slap again your entrance. “Little slut...already wet from only sucking my cock.” He hissed out, then he settled himself between your thighs. Letting the pad of his tongue lick a stripe up your wet hole. You lolled your head back, finally you were being touched. He started to lap at your cunt, the room echoing with slurping sounds and soft moans. “Katsuki...” you moaned out. Then he pushed two fingers into your slit. “I can’t hear you.” He hummed against your clit.

“M-Master...please fuck me already..” you moaned out loudly. Feeling your legs start to shake, letting your hands grip into his blonde hair. “He stopped his fingers, meeting his red eyes with your e/c eyes. “Louder.” He demanded. “M-MASTER...PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK...” you screamed out. He smirked, pulling his fingers out of your cunt quickly. “Much better.” He said then pulled you up, flipping you so you were facing the mirror, ass high for him. He didn’t give you a warning, just pushed his length into you from behind. You moaned sharply, then felt his body weight on you. He leaned down to whisper into your ear. “You’re going to watch me fuck you, slut.” He said then pushing you down more. Arching you to his delight.

His hips were relentless, thrusting deep in and out of you. His cockhead hitting against your g-spot just right, making tears come to your eyes. Slipping of skin, moans, and grunts flipped the room now. Suddenly, Katsuki slipped his arms around yours. Pulling you back so you were flush against his stomach, making him reach deeper into you. Your body on display for yourself now. You can see the slick covering your thighs from this view. He kept one of his arms around yours, while his free hand came in front of you. Letting it slip down to your cunt, circling your clit roughly. You moaned out, throwing your head back against him. But you never took your eyes off the mirror, neither did Katsuki. “I’m g-gonna...cum..” you moaned softly too him. He started to rub your clit harder. “Beg for it then, Princess.” He moaned against your ear.

You were seeing stars at this point, barely even able to speak. “M-Master...please..can I cum? Please l-let me cum..” you moaned too him. You could tell Katsuki was close himself, his thrusts becoming sloppy, more rough. “Not good enough.” He said, picking his pace up more. “PLEASE MASTER, CAN I CUM CAN I CUM PLEASE PLEASE! You yelled out too him. You could see his smirk in the mirror. “Cum.” He said into your ear and that was it. You moaned out, shaking hard as you came, your walls tightening around his length. Katsuki moaned out also, cumming inside as he felt your walls milk him for what he was worth. After he was finished, he slowly pulled out of you. He fell back into the bed, then you followed quickly after. He smiled at you, pushing some hair out of your face before he kissed you. “I love you, shitty woman.” He said softly too you. “I love you too, dumbass.” You said back. Slowly you both drifted off to sleep.

𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻:

A lot changed in the year, You wee sitting in a rocking chair. Humming as you looked out the window, soft coos below you in your arms. You smiled down at your small daughter, how beautiful she looked. Her dads blonde hair, but your eyes. She was just perfect, a perfect combination of you and your husband. Yes, Katsuki and you got married soon after you found out you were pregnant. The familiar sound of your husband coming through the door was music to your ears.

“Princess, I’m home.” He called out too you. You slowly got from the chair, walking over into the kitchen to great your handsome man. “Hi honey.” You said as you kissed him softly. “How are my two favorite girls doing?” He asked, taking your daughter from your arms. Cuddling up to her, how adorable you thought. “We are great, more than great.” You said but you know he wasn’t really paying attention, he was too focused on her. You smiled, leaning up to whisper into his ear. “I was just telling her how great of a big sister she would be.” That’s when Katsuki quickly looked up at you. “Big sister? You’re pregnant again?” He asked. You nodded, and Katsuki smiled back at you. “I have a good feeling we are going to have a son.” You said back at him. He smiled, kissing you softly. “I wouldn’t mind having another girl.” He said. “No, he is going to be a boy, and I think he’s doing to be as fiery as his daddy.” You said back with a smile.

[theoswriting]

fault line [part. i]

summary: To y/n, freedom feels like wind in her hair, sounds like old school rock'n'roll and tastes like Elle's lips. From the fire in front of them comes warmth. With every passing second, bloodied clothes burn beyond the point of recognition.

pairing: elle greenaway x fem!reader

a/n: uhm okay, this totally got out of hand. from that request, my brain went crazy and I ended up having to cut it into two, so this is part 1. Hopefully I'll post part 2 in a couple of days. I feel weird about this story, but I hope you'll enjoy it at least a tiny bit, haha.

warnings: mentions of rape and sexual abuse (nothing graphic), murder but it's pretty lowkey, sociopathy?, bad profiling, 

ao3

Jennifer Jareau's steps are hurried when she walks from her office to Hotchner's. 

She can feel the eyes of Prentiss, Morgan and Reid following her as she crosses the bullpen. She ignores them, the files she's holding in her hands are far more important. She doesn't wait for an answer after she knocks, not caring that she's interrupting Hotchner in the middle of a phone call. 

Hotch doesn't startle at the irruption, and when he sees the urgency in the liaison's eyes, he doesn't hesitate before saying, "I'm afraid I'll have to call later," to whoever was on the other side of the line. 

"We have a bad one."

***

To y/n, freedom feels like wind in her hair, sounds like old school rock'n'roll and tastes like Elle's lips.

Elle's hand rests on y/n's thigh as she drives with the other, sunglasses covering her eyes as she stares at the road straight ahead. There's a strength in the way she holds the steering wheel, getting them to their next destination with nothing but confidence. As she looks her over, y/n feels a familiar spark wake inside her. It makes her lean towards the driver's side to drop a long kiss on the corner of Elle's mouth. 

Elle doesn't hesitate to turn her head and make it a real kiss, the kind that always leaves y/n breathless and wanting more. When Elle leans back to focus on the road again, the car has swerved to the other side of the road and Elle brings it back to the right lane. 

Not that it matters. It's been hours since they had passed another car, not  a lot of traffic in the middle of the Nevada desert. And if they were to drive off the road, what a way to go, y/n thinks. She'd happily die twice if it meant dying with Elle kissing her with all the love and passion in the world. That'd probably be the only way y/n would ever make it to heaven. 

For now, she leans her head on Elle's shoulder and sighs contentedly at the kiss her girlfriend drops on her temple. 

"I think we can stop soon," y/n says after seconds, "We're far out enough, and I really need to stretch my legs."

It's barely fifteen minutes later when y/n finally gets to use her legs after being in the car for so long. As she stretches, Elle stands beside her, drinking from a water bottle. She passes it to her and y/n thanks her. The heat of the desert is heavy around them, but y/n barely feels it. 

The warmth comes from the fire in front of them, small and controlled. 

With every passing second, bloodied clothes burn beyond the point of recognition. 

***

"LAPD called me this morning for a consultation on two cases they suspected might be connected."

Everyone looks at the files as JJ begins presenting the case. 

"First victim, Matthew McGregor, 36, was killed with a single gunshot wound to the head a year ago after he came home from a party," She explains, "Second victim, Eric Laurens, 28, two days ago, same M.O., single GSW to the head coming home from a party."

JJ sees Derek nod slowly as he reads over the information again, "Seems pretty clear to me that they're connected."

Emily hums in agreement, "And both had gotten arrested on rape charges, but weren't convicted, prior to their deaths."

"A vigilante?" Rossi theorises out loud. 

"There's more," JJ sighs as she clicks on the remote. Five more men appear on screen, a picture from their driver's license and one from a crime scene, "LAPD aren't the only ones who called about similar cases."

Spencer frowns at the screen, "Wyoming, Illinois, New York, these are from all over the country," he observes. 

"Yeah" JJ nods, "And the oldest murder goes back to 2007, the most recent being Eric Laurens two days ago."

"That's seven victims over the last 3 years," Derek observes and that's when Hotch gets up to stand next to JJ.

"Seven that we know of," He says, "We might have a transient serial killer in our hands. We'll be flying out to LA to see what we can learn from the most recent crime scene. I've already asked Garcia to look for unsolved murders with a similar M.O. all over the country, we'll debrief more on the jet. Wheels up in 20."

Without another word, all the agents leave the room to gather their belongings and get to the plane that'll take them to their case. 

***

After being together for almost four years, y/n and Elle had settled into a routine. It was inevitable, y/n guessed, that after so much time together. Some things were bound to become repetitive. 

Elle always takes the left side of the bed, while y/n prefers the right. Elle always cooks if they want their food to be edible, and y/n always cleans up. When it comes to coffee, though, y/n always makes it, Elle's always coming out too strong for both their tastes. When it comes to work, Elle excells at planning while y/n handles the social part.

Their routine is rooted in balance though, and y/n loves the way they compliment each other.

y/n lures the men, Elle shoots them. 

She worries sometimes. She worries that their lives are getting boring, that they have settled into this routine too comfortably and forgotten how to surprise each other. 

"Mmmh," y/n feels Elle stretch next to her, "G'morning."

Her worries never last very long. How could they, when all y/n has to do is look at Elle to realize that there is no way she's ever falling out of love with the woman. 

"Good morning," She replies, getting closer to her girlfriend to drop a kiss on her lips. Elle hums contentedly into the kiss and y/n can't help the grin that takes over her features. When Elle leans back, she keeps her eyes closed and settles back into her pillow and y/n bites her lip as she watches her. 

"We need to go soon," Elle mutters.

y/n quickly agrees, even though she's pretty sure no one is on their tails. They can never be too careful. Never stay in a place too long if you don't want to get trapped. They'd stopped in a random motel for the night, paid in cash, left most of their stuff in the car, ready to take off at any time. 

It was the way things always were the days that'd follow one of their… projects.

Some would consider this lifestyle tiresome. y/n, however, thinks she's the luckiest person in the world. In the last four years, she's travelled through the country and seen the most beautiful sights with the woman she loves by her side. Sure, they have a job to do, but it's never really felt like a job to y/n. She's always heard that people weren't supposed to enjoy their jobs, that's always what grownups had complained about when she was a kid. 

And y/n? Well, she enjoys her job very much. 

***

Reid stares at the board in front of him. He's just put up all the information they have so far and it's… a lot. 

Or rather, there's very little useful information, but many, many, victims. Garcia has managed to find an overwhelming number of unsolved cases with a similar modus operandi: men, killed by a single gunshot to the head on their way home from a party, all previously accused of rape or sexual misconduct. 

They are up to 32 possible victims on top of the 7 they started with, from all over the country. That number only keeps going up the longer Garcia keeps looking. 

By now, they are pretty sure all these cases are connected, even though no evidence connects them directly to each other. Even ballistics couldn't link the different shootings. 

They're missing something. Spencer only wishes he knew what that was. 

On the jet, they'd all agreed on a few things concerning the preliminary profile. Their unsub was most likely highly intelligent and had military or law enforcement training. It was most probably a man in his mid-thirties, carrying out his own justice after the system failed him or someone close to him. He was organized, evident by the lack of clues left behind. Whoever the unsub was, he might even have stalked his victims prior to the crimes. 

It sounds right on paper, but something is missing. Spencer knows it. 

Something is missing.

***

y/n's hand is wrapped around a cup of coffee as she sits on the patio of a little shop. Her sunglasses are small, barely protecting her from the rays coming from the sun above. It's almost noon.

The world is an ugly place. 

That statement had made its way into y/n's head years ago, laying roots, unmoving. With every stroke of her father's anger, with every touch of a man's hands, the roots dug deeper and deeper until they found their way to y/n's heart. The world held no justice for people like y/n. They didn't care about the bruises, the touching, the screaming for help, they never listened. 

She had learned a long time ago that if she wants something, she needs to do it herself. 

"How can you be married to someone like that?" Elle suddenly speaks up from next to her. 

When y/n looks at her, Elle's eyes are fixed onto the man they'd followed. He's at the restaurant on the other side of the street, right in front of the coffee shop. He's sitting with his wife, holding her hand and y/n tilts her head.

"Maybe she doesn't know."

Elle's eyes don't leave the couple, her face still contorted in disgust, "Then, we're doing her a favor."

It brings a smile to y/n's face. The way Elle's voice sounds resolute, confident. It's comforting. It reminds her that she's right to trust Elle, that Elle hates the world just as much as she does and that she'd gladly watch it burn with her. It makes her want to lean in and kiss her, but that would attract too much attention. Instead, she reaches out for her hand and brings it up to her lips. Elle shoots her a small smile, and y/n's heart warms.

It's impressive how a smile from Elle offers y/n a reassurance she hadn't even known she craved. It had always been her against the entire world, the only love she knew was the love she was willing to give to herself. That hadn't always been easy.

Then, she'd met Elle and she had shared a story so different from y/n's but the consequences of it felt familiar. It made sense that y/n had been drawn to her, the strength Elle exuded softened by the understanding y/n saw in her eyes each time she talked. 

The world was an ugly place, but Elle Greenaway makes it worth holding on for a little longer. 

***

"The body was found right where you're standing," Derek says as he looks back at Prentiss from a few feet ahead, "Which means our unsub must've been standing right here," He adds, pointing to the ground under his feet. 

He looks around him as Prentiss voices his exact thought, "There's no way he didn't see the unsub coming. There aren't any good hiding spots out here."

They're standing next to a fence, on the outside of a park, "The sidewalk is big, no trees, or parking allowed, so no cars to hide behind," Derek observes, "Which means our unsub is unsuspecting, someone the victims wouldn't consider a threat."

Emily nods and starts looking up, in search of camera surveillance. Two catch her eye, on the other side of the street and she points out to Derek with a raised eyebrow. Local PD hadn't found anything of use but they decide to call Garcia anyway. If anyone could find something, it was her. 

As Morgan talks to their tech analyst, Emily walks past him, then back, retracing the steps their unsub had most likely taken two nights ago. When she stops, she raises her hands, mimicking a gun and aiming at where the victim would've been standing. Whoever it is, they're a good shot which makes her think they were right in saying the unsub had some kind of firearm training. 

She sighs as she drops her hands down and puts them on her hips. As she looks around again, a thought crosses her mind, "Where did Mr. Laurens live?"

Derek who just hung up with Garcia wracks his brain to remember the address he'd read in the file, "He lived… three streets down, that way-" He points out to the direction their victim had supposedly been walking from and it dawns on him, "So why was he walking in the opposite direction to his home."

Emily nods, "And how did the unsub know they'd find him here."

"They followed him."

"Walked past him, turned around and shot him?" Emily asks as she walks back to stand where the body had been found.

"Or, he was lured out here," Derek speaks and Prentiss has to agree with him. 

"It's the perfect killing spot," She says pointing back at the cameras, "Even if Garcia gets anything from them, it'll be grainy at best, impossible to get a clear shot of our unsub."

Derek looks at the empty street, void of any passerbys, "Quiet street in the day, probably even quieter at night. Less risks to run into an unwanted witness."

"So if he was lured out," Emily says, "We need to figure out who he left that party with."

***

y/n stumbles slightly and giggles as a strong arm wraps around her waist and helps her stay upright. 

"Shoot, I'm such a klutz," She adds with a laugh and her companion replies in kind. 

His laughter grates on her nerves. It's too loud, resonating all around them and using up too much oxygen. She only has to walk with him a couple more minutes but even that feels too long. She feels his too big hand squeeze her hip and she feels anger spike inside her chest. She wants to hurt him. 

Deep breath. Clenched fist. One more minute. 

He's started talking again but y/n isn't listening. She's staring straight ahead to the street they're going to walk into where Elle will be waiting for them and the hand will finally fall from her hip. That's when you feel it, that spark you've come to call freedom. It's small but grows as you round the corner with him following you closely.

It starts burning under your skin when you spot Elle's silhouette further down the street.

The man next to you doesn't even take notice of her and isn't that ironic. He spent his life thinking of women as less than and y/n finds it befitting that what'll bring him to his end is the last woman he'll ignore. 

Elle raises her gun and with the sound of the gunshot ringing in her ears, y/n's whole body is set aflame. 

She watches as the hand lays limp next to his lifeless body and a gleeful laugh escapes her. The hole in his head oozes blood and she can't stop laughing. The hand is laying there unmoving and y/n feels the urge to step on it. 

Hurt him, hurt him, hurt him, hurt him like he hurt you. 

She's vaguely aware of Elle calling out her name but y/n doesn't snap out of it until a hand yanks her away from the body by the shoulders. She steps back, but slaps the hands touching her away. Only then does she realize that it's Elle looking at her, confusion in her eyes and something y/n doesn't want to ever see from her own girlfriend. 

Fear.

"We have to go," Elle announces slowly, like she's explaining it to a child, or a wounded animal. y/n doesn't know which comparison she likes best. She looks back at the body and regretfully nods.

They start walking away, hand in hand, but something inside of y/n doesn't feel quite right. The fire that had roared inside of her is long gone and she feels her body shiver at the cold. Elle notices and wraps an arm around her shoulders, dropping a kiss on her hair as they keep walking side by side.

She wants to smile but she can't manage it. 

He hurt her.

He was going to hurt Elle.

He hurt her.

***

"Laurens' friends say he left the party alone," Emily announces to the team as she sits down next to JJ in the conference room. At the same moment, Derek's phone starts ringing, attracting everyone's attention.

"Baby girl, tell me you have good news," Derek answers, putting his phone on speaker so everyone around the table can hear. 

"I wish, but no. The cameras on the street were of no use, it's a blind spot. I tried the cameras from neighbouring streets but got nothing. Whoever it is your looking for, they're like a ghost."

There's a collective disappointed sigh and shoulders sagging, and Garcia isn't done, "to make a bad day even worse, a body was just found in Twin Falls, same M.O."

Everyone visibly tenses at the news, Rossi speaking first, "Two kills in less than three days."

Hotch looks at JJ and before he can even say anything, she's out of her seat, "I'll call the local PD, tell them we're on our way."

Hotch nods his approval, turning his stoic gaze to the rest of his team, "Get your bags ready, we're flying out as soon as the jet is ready."

***

It is getting boring and y/n had been right to be worried. 

That's the first thing that crosses her mind as she wakes up next to Elle, hours later, in a nameless city in the middle of nowhere. 

Elle lays peacefully next to her, deep into slumber, and a smile stretches y/n's lips. She watches her girlfriend's chest rise and fall, her naked body barely covered by the sheets. It's a hot night, y/n can feel the sweat in her lower back making it uncomfortable for her to fall back asleep. As she gets up from the bed, Elle moves, getting closer to where y/n lay seconds ago, chasing the heat despite the already too high temperature. 

y/n lets herself watch her for a moment before walking to sit on the chair next to the window. There's nothing to look at, the motel they'd chosen is outside of the city and the lights are barely visible. It's dark, except for the slight light of the moon landing on the cars outside. 

She feels empty tonight. The thrill she'd felt hours ago hadn't lasted long and the only thing she could remember about it was the look Elle had thrown her way. 

Fear.

Elle had always looked at her with interest. From the moment they met, y/n had been drawn in by her hazel eyes. Something in her made her feel safe in a way she never had before and days after meeting her, she had told Elle about her unpleasant memories, how the world wasn't a nice place.

Elle had listened and, to y/n's surprise, agreed with the statement. Usually, whenever y/n told people about the ugliness of the world, they tried to make her see the parts that weren't so bad, try to make her see that some things, and some people were worth it. Elle hadn't done any of that, she had scoffed and agreed.

"Only person you can trust is yourself. The rest? Always leads to disappointment."

They had ended up in bed together soon after that, spent the night in each other's arms and imagining a world that'd be worth their time. 

Two days later, they had killed their first man together.

Their routine hasn't changed in nearly four years, and it used to be enough for y/n. She's the bait, easily transforming herself into whoever the men want to see in front of them. She pretends to be too drunk, unstable on her feet, asking for help to walk back to her place or her car, and the men never think twice before following her. 

Elle waits for them and then. She shoots. 

And it used to be enough for y/n to watch the proud look on Elle's face anytime she made a perfect shot. Smoking gun in hand and a confident smirk, y/n had never seen anything sexier in her entire life. 

What followed was always a passionate kiss and hurried hands, trying to touch every inch of skin. 

Earlier, y/n hadn't even kissed Elle, the only contact between them being the arm that Elle had thrown around her shoulder. 

y/n can feel that there's something not quite right. She feels it in her body, in the way her arms itch, in the way her chest feels a bit too empty for her too breath comfortably. 

y/n loves Elle, there's no way that has changed. She's sure of it. When she turns her head to watch Elle sleep, her heart flutters at the sight of her girlfriend curled up on the side of the bed that she had vacated. She couldn't see it, but she could picture her girlfriend's face, mouth slightly open if she were to believe the little snores she could hear. 

She is just bored of the routine. 

When she finally climbs back into bed with Elle, her girlfriend automatically drapes a hand over her waist. 

"Where did you go?" Elle asks sleepily, and y/n lays a kiss on her nose. It makes her scrunch up her face and that's the cutest sight she's ever seen. 

"Couldn't sleep."

Elle hums and goes back to sleep. y/n sighs and follows suit, not long after. 

***

"What's this, on the palm?" Morgan asks the M.E., pointing at the left hand of the victim where the skin seems slightly bruised.

The doctor on the other side of the autopsy table nods at Derek and Spencer, "His hand was broken post-mortem, although I'm having a hard time figuring out what broke it."

Reid leaned closer to the hand and frowned, "It looks like something was pushed from the palm to the other side."

Again, the doctor nods, but before she can say anything else, Reid suddenly stands up straight and looks over at Morgan, "I know what did this."

At that moment, Morgan's phone rings and upon seeing Hotch's name, he excuses himself to reply. When he comes back, his face looks somber.

"A man was killed not far from here, local PD just got the call. Hotch wants us to check it out, just in case."

[kiss-my-freckle]

8x19 Rewatch: Balthazar “Bino” Baker

“I mean, what the hell is this even about? Elizabeth Keen has to die. We should go out, shoot feds, risk our own lives for some lunatic?”

This is why Neville will lose. He's insane, impatient, and very impulsive. Bino fears him more than he fears Raymond. 

“You think I’m safer in custody? Townsend has people everywhere. He can hit me from the inside." 

This bit reminds me of Ressler and Liz in 3x9. 

“You and I both know I'm never making it to that hearing alive."

That’s why I think “Juliet” is coming. Red’s conversation with Cooper is 100% Rederina. While I do appreciate Liz’s outburst in the car with Ressler, she’s an idiot. The only death Red is responsible for is Sam’s. Tom got himself killed because he wouldn’t let it go. Liz got Jennifer killed because she wouldn’t let it go. And the difference between Red and Liz... she’s an FBI agent. Red doesn’t carry a fucking badge. if she wants to act a criminal, she can be a CI like Red. Until then... she can stop her bitching about the double standard. There is no double standard. If Liz wants to be a criminal and get away with crimes, then she can be a CI like Red. If Red has to surrender and be placed in cuffs just to get a deal, so does she. It’s like she wants special treatment because she has a vagina. 

Liz’s line of dialogue to Ressler will have to go in a gif set because there’s far too much to put in a paragrah and I wanna keep this short. 

“The decoy convoy is passing through the Seventh Ward." They’re definitely hitting 3b in a huge way. "A decoy. They're using a decoy." She was never in a hearse when she faked her death, she was in a body bag, then went to Cuba. 

Neville is so impatient, he’ll gladly take her life either way. “If possible, bring her to me. If not, kill her and anyone else who stands in your way."

Liz is gonna escape the Post Office next week because she still has Ressler's badge. She borrowed it to break the door open and never gave it back to him. Red is gonna pull her out of the box and get her to use it. I like how Ressler sits, unable to do anything but show concern for Liz being shot. 

“Bambino” is Italian for baby or child. I always wondered when they’d pull in an Italian storyline because of the criminal aspect. An underground chess club called The Castle. When I say Ressler was speaking directly to Red, I meant it. The task force wouldn’t know about an underground chess club. That’s what underground means. Only Red would know about it. “No, we don’t know where she is, but, uh, Ressler said something about a castle? Does that mean anything to you?" He’s telling Red how to find her because at this point, he doesn’t want Liz in custody because of the convoy. He’s only gonna trust Red. Ressler knows, and THIS is how an in-law works with an in-law. “Because, like it or not, he’s the best chance to get out of here alive."

“They’re not out of the proverbial woods yet, but we have reason to hope." Red has an angel watching over them in the hearse. I love how they use the Keenler sex soundtrack for this scene. 

I love Red’s conversation about Dominoes, for obvious reasons. “I love games. In fact, I’m playing one now, with dominoes. First, I line them up, then I knock the first one over, and it leads to another and then another and another until the trail takes me where I’m trying to go.” 

Liz’s scene with Ressler in the restaurant is probably one of the most gorgeous Keenler scenes I’ve ever seen. The hearse scene is gorgeous, but I like this scene more. The soundtrack itself is gorgeous for what she’s about to tell him. “You’re Somebody Else” by Flora Cash. The lyrics fit Keenler perfectly. The Wing Yee toss-in is an added bonus. "You know, Reddington, Tom. For whatever reason, I live in a world where people aren’t who they seem to be. It’s hard to know what or who to believe. But you. You’ve always been there. The real you, telling me the truth. And I love you for that. There, I said it. It wasn’t in the back of a hearse. But, hey, the back of a Chinese restaurant is pretty good." This is exactly the reason Keenler is endgame. What Keenlers have seen all along. She got to know the real him, see the real him... have their partnership build into a friendship that became so much more. He is the very best that Liz deserves. Trust, honesty, sincerity, reliability. They’re endgame. 

“Elizabeth and Donald were taken to the Shanghai Palace.” Watch how they go from Prince and Princess to King and Queen. “Keen, The Castle."

"Tell Donald to stay in the light." Red will need Ressler's help pulling Liz out of the darkness.

“I’m the pawn, and you’re serving me up for the slaughter." Like the woman from Paris. Because Red is Katarina. “I've thought a lot about why you chose me as the lamb you could take to slaughter.”

“We’re talking about Neville Townsend, the ONE man powerful enough to make Raymond Reddington think twice." Bino hasn’t calculated his risk, considering Red is about to kill him. This bit hits back to the Ethicist. He’s an actuary like Red. I like how he takes out Bino’s entire crew without needing Dembe to fire a single shot. That’s the Red I miss. 

This end scene between Red and Liz is gorgeous. One of the most heartfelt things Red has ever said to Elizabeth. Honest and sincere. “Elizabeth, I’m certainly not looking for a thank you, but this does seem uncalled for." A hit back to Baz saving Liz in Lady Ambrosia. “When I said that Baz saved you, I wasn't looking for a thank you. I'm just relieved."

Red shirks blame because everyone Liz named isn’t on him. “Yes, they’re all dead. I tried to tell you that this is what would happen." Because she put this in motion after Red killed the imposter. 

“Everything I’ve been afraid of, everything I came into your life to prevent, it’s happening."

When you see the truth, you can’t unsee it. 

“Her husband wasn't who he appeared to be. She was in jeopardy. I had to intervene."

4x17 dialogue all over again. 

“But if anyone learns her identity, the only way I can stop the threats from rising is to rise up as a greater threat than all of them.”

“As I feared would happen, elements from Katarina's past are circling Elizabeth like a pack of wolves in the night. I put Tom Keen in her life to keep an eye on her, and he married her."

Because Neville learned Red’s identity. This was ALWAYS about Tom Keen. 

The end scene... they’re basically showing what Red was expecting at the Red Wedding. He thought Townsend’s people were coming when it was Kirk. Now it is Townsend. That’s why Liz hides like she did at the wedding. That’s why they keep hitting 3b. 

[lumiolivier]

The Good Old Days Chapter Twenty: Heart to Heart

A/N: Hi, friends! So, we kind of had a little bit of a holy shit moment last week, didn't we? And I'm kind of in love with that holy shit moment from last week. And now, we're going to see what the Old Man has to say about it. Alright? Let's go!

“You what?” The Old Man stared me down like I was on something. But for the first time in what feels like a long time, I had the utmost mental clarity. I hadn’t had a drink all day. I got fantastic sleep the night before. Everything just…seemed to be falling into place for me. With the exception of the accusations of kidnapping my girlfriend. That’s not exactly a win in my book, but if it meant having her, I can call it one. Oh, well. Life’s not perfect, but she is. And I’ll die on that hill.

“Yeah…” Now that I said it out loud, that was in the universe for someone, no one, or anyone to hear. And hopefully, it gets to the right ears. All I knew was that I could say it with absolute certainty, “I want to marry Vanessa, Old Man. Plain and simple.”

“Easy, kid,” he slowed me down, “Let’s think this one through for a second.”

“Why?” I asked, “I already know I don’t like being without her, so why not make it official, you know?”

“That’s all well and good,” the Old Man shut me up, “But we’re going to think this one through before you rush into things. Alright? Are you listening?”

“Yeah,” I sat down across from his desk, “I’m listening.”

“Good,” he rubbed his eyes in exasperation. I always knew I had my moments where I was a handful, but I thought the Old Man could handle me by now, “You’ve known this girl for…what…three, maybe four months? In order to meet her, you had to have her make the first move because you were too damn twitchy to do it yourself.”

“Wounding my pride here, Old Man…” I bit the inside of my cheek, “Not exactly appreciated.”

“And I’m not done,” he continued, “On your first date, I thought you were going to throw up. You’re trying to chase after a blue blood while working for one of the biggest kingpins in the city.”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, “What about it?”

“Oh, Frankie, Frankie, Frankie,” the Old Man shook his head, “I really do love you, but someone needs to knock you upside the head with a goddamn frying pan.”

“What did I do?” I squealed, “All I said was that I wanted to make the best decision I could possibly ever make in my life. Is that so terrible?”

He sat back in his chair in absolute awe, “You really do love this girl, don’t you? Despite all odds. Despite her mother wanting you arrested for kidnapping her.”

“Allegedly kidnapping her,” I clarified, “Vanessa told me that if this goes to trial and she gets on the stand, she will be sure to say that everything was completely and one hundred percent consensual. And that there’s a slight chance her mother would say something along the lines of Vanessa not being in the right mind to be a credible witness. But if it comes to that, Vanessa’s demanding a psych evaluation to prove she’s of sound mind and can be a credible witness.”

“It’s not just that you love her,” he thought, “But you two have already hashed this shit out?”

“It was mostly Vanessa,” I gushed, “She’s kind of good with this whole lawyering thing. It is what she’s going to school for. I’d expect nothing less.”

“And you’re sure this is the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with?” the Old Man asked, his face still unreadable. I’m not sure if he’s going to congratulate me or take me into the warehouse and beat some sense into me.

“Without a doubt,” I nodded, “She takes care of me. I take care of her. That’s all this ever needs to be. I want to keep this one around so bad, Old Man. Vanessa’s the best thing to ever happen to me and I don’t want to let her get away.”

“I’m happy for you, kid,” he smiled a bit, “Really, I am. But good luck getting permission for her hand.”

“Her dad’s going to be easy,” I assured him, remembering everything Vanessa told me, “If I can corner him, she’s mine. Her dad’s got a spine like a wet noodle.”

“Then, I don’t think her dad’s going to be the one you need to worry about,” the Old Man warned me, “I’ve told you this before, Frankie. Victoria Scarlotti is not a bitch you want to get tangled up with. Trust me. It will not end pretty for anyone involved. And God forbid it comes back to bite Vanessa. She’s a sweet girl and she doesn’t deserve that.”

“You know what, though?” I thought back to last night. How pissed off Victoria made Vanessa, “I’m pretty sure those two are one big blow up away from never speaking to each other again.”

“Oh, fuck, really?” he perked up, “But if that does happen, what are you going to do? You know she’s going to either lean on you for support or she’s going to resent you for being the reason she cut her mother out of her life.”

“If she’s leaning on me,” I told him, “I’ll gladly support her. I’ve dealt with her mother. She is not a pleasant human being. But I know somewhere else she’d lean, too. It’s not like she’d be totally without a mother in her life. Have you ever met mine?”

“Yeah. Several times. Your mama’s a peach.”

“Right there,” I went on, “Right there would be my safety net, if need be. Because Mama and Vanessa get on like a fucking house on fire. She’d be alright. But if she resents me for it, then…I don’t know. I guess I could kiss marrying her goodbye. I’d give Vanessa the space she needed to recover and if she came back to me, then she’d come back to me and everything would be…Probably on shaky ground for a while, but we’d be ok. Eventually. How am I going to find out which one I get if I didn’t stick around?”

“So,” the Old Man pressed a little more, “You’re not worried about her mother?”

“Not at all,” I assured him, “Because at the end of the day, I’m not marrying Victoria. At the end of the day, that’s Vanessa’s decision, whether Victoria likes it or not. You know what Vanessa told me last night?”

“What?”

“She told me she spent her trust fund on her education,” I felt a phantom ache in my chest. Seeing Vanessa so pissed and so hurt killed me. Never again, baby. Don’t you worry about that, “because it was the one thing Victoria couldn’t take from her. It was the one thing she could call entirely her own. And when I heard that, she fucking broke me. It made me wonder what else she’s taken from her. She almost took her love life away from her.”

“What do you mean?” the Old Man looked at me strange.

“Victoria was trying to set up Vanessa last night…That’s the reason why I took her away from the party last night. It was fucking smothering her and she could hardly contain herself. I got her out of there, so she could breathe again. And even after she told Victoria she had a boyfriend, she told Vanessa to find her when she stops going through her rebellious phase.”

“Ouch…” the Old Man winced, “I’m sorry to hear that, kid.”

“I can’t totally hate Victoria, though,” I admitted, “As much as I’m not her number one fan, I can’t totally hate her. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t think we would’ve met. Or at least, we wouldn’t be like we are now.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” I giggled to myself, “Remember the night we met? When I seemed like I just got my ass kicked a million times over and I hated everything?”

“You were rough,” he agreed, “Yeah. What does that have to do with Victoria?”

“She was the reason why I looked so tired and defeated,” I remembered that night all too well, “The customer isn’t always right, Old Man. Sometimes, the customer has a false sense of overentitlement and needs to get knocked down a couple pegs. In the form of me falling in love with her daughter a couple nights later…I think that’s when it was. Then, you put me on my first collections job and that was the night I met Vanessa. Sort of. Like you so kindly pointed out, she had to make the first move, but dammit, I’m glad she did.”

“Yikes, kid…” the Old Man cringed, “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that. But hindsight, I guess.”

“You know,” I leaned back in my chair, finding patterns in the ceiling tiles. And I had a feeling that under at least a couple of these tiles were drugs, but what the Old Man does in his free time is his business. Not particularly one for them myself, but I don’t judge, “I’m not a big believer in destiny or fate or whatever you want to call it. But I do think the right people are put in the right path. It’s just whether or not you got the stones to take the path in the first place.”

“And now, you’re some kind of philosopher?” he teased, “Hard to believe you haven’t asked Vanessa to marry you already.”

“I’m serious, though,” I admitted, “It’s like…This all fell into place the way it should. One person out of place and my life could’ve gone completely different. No Victoria to wear me down would’ve meant me still working at the restaurant and not coming to work for you. If Vanessa wouldn’t have been in the club that night as a wake up call from her sister Violet, we never would’ve met. Or even if Veronica wouldn’t have been by Abuela’s food truck the morning after, I don’t think I ever would’ve gotten my second chance with her. Sure, I could’ve still called her, but there’s no guarantee she would’ve agreed. But having Veronica to vouch for me might have been what saved my ass. It’s just…There’s a lot of what ifs that could’ve never been and it would’ve sent me in a different direction, but it didn’t. I’m here. And hopefully, if I’m very, very lucky, I’ll be with her. For as long as we live. And I don’t know about you, Old Man, but that’s the kind of future I want. I’ve never been able to see much of it before, but…I don’t know. Something about her makes it so…Bright…So clear…”

“You don’t have to sell me on it anymore, kid,” the Old Man settled me, “If you can get her away from Victoria, you have more than my blessing. Now, before you make me an emotional wreck, how about we get you on something to get your mind off of possibly going to jail for the woman you love, ok?”

“Alright,” I wasn’t going to say no. I could use the distraction, “What do you got for me? After I’ve worked all day at the bar.”

“Don’t think I’m going easy on you,” the Old Man jabbed, “Just because you put in honest work doesn’t mean you’ve worked for me today. I’m not the one that owns the bar. It’s just under my umbrella.”

“Dammit,” I grumbled, “Alright, Old Man. What do you want me to do?”

“It’s just a collection job, Frankie,” he laughed, “Relax. It’s not the end of the world. Although, I don’t want you going on your own. Go get your brothers first.”

“What?” I wondered, “Why? Where the fuck are you sending me? I can probably handle it on my own.”

“No,” the Old Man put his foot down, “I know you’re a scrappy little shit, but trust me. I want someone watching your back. In this particular instance, I want two someones watching your back. Go get your brothers. You’re going to the outskirts of our territory and not on a good side.”

“Again,” I started to sweat a little, “Where the fuck are you sending me, Old Man?”

“The outskirts of our territory,” he reiterated, “But on the other side of the line is the Bronx. You know about the Bronx.”

“Yeah,” I knew better than to play over on that side of the fence. The Old Man made sure to keep me out of there. Which made me wonder why the fuck he’d be sending me there now. Especially after everything I just told him. But I knew I could do it. Even if it means babysitting Tony and César while they’re supposed to be babysitting me, “I know not to be too conspicuous. I know not to piss anyone off around there. Keep my head low, get in, and get out. Right?”

“That’s right,” he applauded, “You do listen when I tell you shit. Good to know.”

“Of course, I do,” I rolled my eyes, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’d be amazed at how many apprentices I’ve taken on in my life,” the Old Man explained, “And not too many of them listened. You know what happened to them?”

“What?”

“They’re dead, Frankie,” he put a hand to my shoulders, “Don’t be like the others.”

“Are you serious?” I gasped, “All of them?”

“Na,” the Old Man settled my nerves, “Not all of them. Some of them are, but not all of them. The ones that are dead got that way from being stupid. I got a couple that just got demoted and keep an eye on shit for me in different places. They’re information guys. You don’t want to be information. Believe me. My informants do double duty as patsies. You don’t want to go down that road.”

“No, I do not,” I promised, “I like where I am.”

“Stay at my hip, kid,” he gave me a little pop to the shoulder, “You’ll learn a thing or two. But for now, go get your brothers. Go get my money. Come back and we’ll talk about your cut.”

“Got it, boss,” I started getting up only to be pushed back down again, “What the hell, Old Man?”

“This is a big score for you, Frankie,” he kept his voice down, “You know how normally when you do collections for me, it’s maybe five grand, ten grand max?”

“Yeah.”

“This one’s around the hundred thousand mark,” the Old Man filled me in, “The envelope’s going to feel a little thicker than normal. This is a big score. Don’t blow it. Don’t get yourself killed. Don’t make friends, but don’t make enemies either. And what’s the number one rule when you got that money in your hand?”

“Don’t count it in front of anyone else?”

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s just rude?”

“And…?’

“Because it’s a sign of mistrust,” I knew the rules. I wasn’t an idiot.

“That’s my boy,” he gave me a pat on the back, “Go on. Go get your brothers and my money.”

“Ok.” I did my best to keep my cool in front of him, but holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. I’ve never held a hundred grand before. Even when the Old Man needed his money laundered, I wasn’t the one to take it. That was one of those things he did on his own. Why? I don’t know. But I figured it wasn’t my place to ask.

Still…I had to go to the borderlands. I was about to be within spitting distance of the Bronx territories and we’ve had that conversation. That’s not a place for me to be. If they find out who I work for, I’m fucked. But I suppose that’s why the Old Man wants me protected. That and the fact that he doesn’t exactly hide who the favorite is around here. I’m surprised no one’s tried to pick a fight with me yet. Probably because of what I’ve already done in the warehouse. That guy walked out of there limping with a trail of blood following him.

When I got home, I did a quick check of the calendar. Mama was working late tonight, but that didn’t mean Tony and César were. At least not yet. I checked the apartment for my favorite pair of brothers and couldn’t find them anywhere. They weren’t in the living room. They weren’t in the bedroom. Although, when I poked my head out our bedroom window, I found them both on the fire escape. Why was I not surprised? It was a beautiful night. I couldn’t blame them.

“Hola, hermanito,” César stomped out the end of his cigarette, “Que pasa?”

“You boys care to make some money tonight?” I asked, a smirk on my face. I knew they weren’t going to say no. Not to me.

“What for?” Tony wondered. Always the skeptical one.

“The Old Man’s got me on a job,” I told them, “And he wants me protected, so he told me to take you two with me. Sound like a night?”

“What if we had plans?” César whined, “What if I had shit to do tonight, Frankie? We can’t just drop everything for you to use us as bodyguards.”

“Do you have anything else to do tonight?” Tony asked, “Because I don’t remember you making plans, César…”

“Dammit, Tony,” César put his head between his knees, “I swear, you were malnourished in the womb.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Tony gave him a shove.

“So,” I figured, “You don’t have shit going on tonight, do you, César?”

“Nope.”

“But,” I put things into perspective, “You know how well the jobs the Old Man puts us on always pay out. And I think tonight might be a damn good one.”

“What do you mean?” César perked up, “How much is this one paying, Frankie?”

“The Old Man didn’t tell me,” I explained, “But he did say it’s the most I’ve ever scored from one collections job.”

“Which is…how much?”

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I wanted to, “A hundred grand.”

“No fucking way,” César gasped, “Frankie, that kind of money could take care of the trip home this year.”

Or my cut could go toward an engagement ring and a damn nice wedding, but priorities, I guess. They weren’t ready to hear that one yet, “So, I’m thinking it’s safe to say you two are in?”

“I am,” César nodded, “And I don’t trust Tony home by himself, so we’re in.”

“Alright then,” I gave them both a nod, “Vamanos.”

[tiliamericana]

Muay Thai: 1.04

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It was amazing just how quickly Nairi got used to waking up and finding texts from Cherry waiting for her.

Cherry seemed to be up and on at all hours of the day; she was awake in the morning well before Nairi’s eleven o’clock alarm, but also worked well into the small hours of the night and put in long hours at the day job. Nairi had managed to ascertain that it had something to do with art—Cherry had strong opinions on grades of paper (something about absorbency), colour theory (people were stupid), watercolours (they were bad), and on the one occasion she’d come upstairs had informed Nairi that her walls were driving her mad and that she’d be painting something to stop the encroaching insanity.

When she wasn’t inserting herself into Nairi’s life she was sending Nairi pictures and selfies with her other friends; grad students with brightly coloured hair, a grinning bartender showing off his flair, baking with a short woman in glasses. And now this:

C: youre closed on tues y/y?? C: which means yourf free tonight right?

Nairi sent her back a quick “yes” and set her phone down before pulling herself out of bed to face the day. Not opening the dojo meant she was able to take a little longer with her morning, but she still preferred to do her prayers before she had to think about anything else, and Cherry was prone to showing up if Nairi indicated she had free time. Which she apparently had a lot more of than she realised.

Maybe she should look for a new style to start training in. This was the first time she hadn’t been focused on a new one since she… Well, for a while.

When she came back upstairs her phone was lit up again. Maybe Cherry had ideas about lunch? It would mean she’d have a reason to go out and eat something.

C: great!! C: dn you wanna come out tonight?? dinner C: on me if i need to sweeten it ;) edies just moved back fr work and if its just me her and nick im go6na die from them being old folks who disapprove all night C: also i keep talking about you at nick and he wants to meet you lol

Nairi had initially assumed ‘Nick’ was Cherry’s father, just based on the way she talked about him. But then Cherry had mentioned her father later, just calling him ‘Dad’, so maybe he wasn’t? Either that, or she was very discreet about their being gay. Or she just went back and forth between ‘Dad’ and ‘Nick’ arbitrarily. ‘Edie’ on the other hand was a name Cherry had mentioned in passing once and then never again, so Nairi had concluded she was one of the colourful grad students. Apparently not.

She sent back a “sure”, and then after a moment, asked for a place and time.

C: yay!! thank you!! C: its this fckn italian place edie loves but theres a ok bar so not all bad C: edies fatal allergic to being on time but nickll be 7 minutes early

The next message was a sticker, a little pair of eyes rolling across her phone screen when she opened it.

C: meet at 7? C: i checked the menu has good veg C: pasta heavy but good :p

Nairi smiled a little at that and sent her another “yes”. After a moment she added a “thank you”. Cherry sent her back three hearts, and Nairi put her phone down to go and get some lunch.

She didn’t think anything of it until she showed up at the restaurant. Cherry had driven and was already parked, leaning against the side of her obnoxious little two door to wait. It was bright red and nearly vintage, and she’d obviously put a lot of care into it. Nairi had half expected vanity plates, but they were a normal registration.

Nairi waved as she approached and Cherry visibly perked up with a wide, glossy smile, waving back. Cherry had dressed up a little nicer—dark skinny jeans and a pretty sleeveless shirt with a modest v-neck. The heavy Docs were gone, traded for heeled ankle boots, and she had delicate pearl bob earrings to match her golden cross. Not a paint spatter in sight.

“Hi,” she said as Nairi drew to a halt just out of arm’s reach. “Didn’t we pick an interesting night to go out?”

“We sure did,” said Nairi, her brow furrowing as she looked past Cherry to the road between them and the restaurant. “What the hell is going on?”

The stretch of asphalt was filled with a flock of young adults, all of them shirtless, yelling along together in an incomprehensible chant as they ran up and down between two unmarked points on the road. They were arguably being directed; a young woman with a reflective coat and a manic grin, holding a megaphone in one hand and an airhorn in the other, was standing on a shopping cart in the middle. Standing next to her on the ground, was another woman in reflective orange with a clipboard.

Judging by the amount of honking and the lack of anything resembling city signage, this wasn’t an official event.

Cherry glanced down at her phone as one of the women held up the airhorn to the megaphone. Charitably she waited for Nairi’s ears to stop ringing before she spoke. “Flo did a round on the facebook pages—apparently it’s some dorm flash mob from a hall at her college.”

“Which one’s Flo? Did she have the blue hair?” asked Nairi as she lowered her hands from her head and gladly pulled her attention away from a panting eighteen-year-old who had something pink painted on his heaving chest.

“Nah that’s Mason, he’s finishing up his sociology honours. Flo has the green hair, she’s doing her psych PhD,” said Cherry, craning her neck to look around Nairi. “Nick’s here! Right on time, like I said.”

She started waving, and Nairi turned to see the tallest man she’d ever seen waving back across at them. She raised an eyebrow, the muscles in her forearms tensing, and she tried not to feel too uneasy about it.

Cherry hummed happily, picking herself up from where she was leaning on the car door and reaching in through the open window to grab a thin cardigan from the seat. “Oh, and just a heads up,” she said casually, “Nick like, really hates it when people call me Cherry, it’ll probably be better if you just use my real name in front of him.”

Nairi opened her mouth to remind her that she’d never actually gotten around to saying what the was exactly, but Cherry was already halfway across the lot towards the man. “Nick!” she called out as she approached, closing the distance and leaning up on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

He said something to her, pausing to hug her back before continuing over to Nairi. He drew to a halt next to her while Cherry returned to perching against her car. “You must be Nairi,” he said, voice alarmingly deep, hand outstretched. “Linden’s told me so much about you.”

Nairi took his hand and shook it once before dropping it, resisting the urge to take a step back once she’d done so. “Likewise. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Nicholas was close to seven feet tall and probably in his late fifties or very early sixties if she was any judge. His hair had landed firmly in the ‘grey’ zone just past salt-and-pepper, though he’d managed to keep rather a lot of it, close cropped in a very standard short back and sides. He had broad shoulders and a carefully ironed shirt that looked worn but cared for. He had a firm grip, muscle swelling ever so slightly in the lines of his shirt, and there was a furrow in his brow that made him look deeply concerned about something.

Though, from what she’d learned being friends with Cherry—Linden—if she were an older adult in her life she’d probably be deeply concerned as well. Or maybe it was the students.

“Do either of you know what’s going on here?” he asked after a moment, nodding at the crowd.

“Youthful hijinks keeping us from our dinner,” said Linden, grinning easily. She’d released some of the tension in her shoulders since Nicholas’s arrival, but at the same time seemed a little more on edge, like she was anticipating something. She took a deep, exaggerated breath, and pushed her hands into her jean pockets. “Do you know what that smell is?”

Nairi exchanged a faintly puzzled look with Nicholas, though his looked a little more exasperated. “Cheap beer?” she tried.

Linden sniggered. “Yeah, we called it ‘Eau de Freshie’ when I was in school,” she said, tossing her head to give the students behind them a speculative, almost mean look. They were still yelling enthusiastically, and she gestured at them. “It’s no longer funny, anyway. How many of these assholes do you reckon I have to beat up to let us get through?”

“I’m sure it doesn’t need to come to that,” said Nairi, her mouth twitching a little at the side.

Nicholas shot her a grateful look. “From the looks of things someone has already called the police, I’m sure they’ll be dispersed presently,” he said with a nod towards a pissed off looking woman standing by the crosswalk, phone jammed up against her ear.

“The cops always take fucking forever,” complained Linden, running a hand through her hair, foot tapping impatiently. “Come on Nick, you actually like, made a reservation and now we’re gonna miss it.”

“Linden I’m reasonably certain the staff can see what’s happening from where they’re standing,” said Nicholas, irritation creeping into his tone. “A little patience will not kill you, please do not start a fistfight with a teenager.”

Linden grinned at him, stretching her arms out in front of her chest. “I’m like, pretty certain the one with the airhorn is at least twenty.”

“Linden.”

“Well, I mean,” said Nairi speculatively, eyeing the students. “All you really have to do is be flashier than them.”

One of the running students fell out of pitch with their friends, and someone complained in her peripheral. A car door slammed and there was the crunch of footsteps on gravel followed by a huff as someone else joined the spectators. Linden turned her grin back to Nairi. “Yeah? You got an idea?”

“Yeah,” said Nairi, stepping up to Linden and reaching past her into the car window.

The other items she wanted were on the front seat, and Linden’s grin only widened as Nairi pulled them out. The baseball bat was wooden and well used, with a long crack threatening to split it clean open and letter stickers in the world’s ugliest font spelling ‘LINDE’ down the length. There was a clean spot amongst the built-up grime under the ‘E’. The bottle of lighter fluid was about half full, and Nairi held the bat out in front of her to squirt the contents over it liberally, splattering the asphalt in front of them as she did so.

She reached around Linden, extending the same familiarity she’d been receiving from her for the last two weeks, and pulled the lighter out of her back pocket.

The bat lit up easily and Nairi twisted it around to hold it upright, offering it to Linden. Linden looked at her, wide eyed, and took the bat. She placed her other hand on Nairi’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “You get me,” she said with warmth, before throwing her head back and cackling loudly, sprinting towards the crowd of students with the bat raised over her head.

Nicholas, next to her, made a faint, strangled noise. Behind her was a scoff and a loud voice. “Well. I’m guessing you must be Nairi.”

She turned and came face to face with an older woman in a rumpled men’s dress shirt and glasses who was glaring at her. She had red hair, natural as opposed to Linden’s box dye, and it was plaited out of the way to keep her tired face clear. Grey blue eyes stared down Nairi under her stern brow, and she uncrossed her arms to step forward into Nairi’s personal space. She was stocky and only a little shorter, barely having to raise her chin. “Just for reference,” she said, tone acerbic, “If I hear a single piece of news about young adult burn victims in the local urgent care facilities tomorrow? I will track you down and hold you personally responsible.”

She stepped away without waiting for an answer, glare sliding over to Nicholas. “You’re so right, Nicholas, I can see how much of a model presence she is,” she said in a way that even Nairi could read the sarcasm. “You remain a uniquely terrible judge of character.”

She strode across the street in the wake of Linden’s chaos. The students had mostly scattered with cheers and yells, and the girl with the megaphone was doubled over laughing in her shopping cart.

Nicholas was very slowly turning red, staring at Nairi with an unreadable expression. She coughed slightly and spun on one foot to follow the others across the street, trying to swallow her irritation at their judgement.

[sapphiresnowqueen]

The Dreemurr Fortune: Prologue

Asriel Dreemurr was stolen from his bedroom at some point during the night on November 11th, 1921. He was just seventeen, just about to step into his role as an adult Dreemurr. The family was famous and rich, partially due to their restaurant chain, and partially due to their real estate and construction company, and also just because they were famous for being rich and rich because they were famous.

Toriel, the mother, was a sort of sex symbol and had spent her youth modeling, whereas Asgore had been born into the Dreemurr family and had always been a business man.

It was thought that Toriel couldn't get pregnant, so they adopted a young girl when they were ready to have kids, and then the shock came about a year and a half after that, when Toriel found out she was, in fact, pregnant…

Asriel Dreemurr was the cute little darling of the family, with his fluffy white fur and his bright green eyes, he was quite an attractive young man. Beloved.

He got to be about 17, and that was the last anyone saw him. It was thought that he had disappeared from his room, kidnapped, perhaps, but regardless… after two years they had to have a funeral for him. Had to accept that he was gone forever.

Only he wasn't. Asriel wasn't dead, wasn't even lost. He was happy. The heir to the Dreemurr empire had been stolen from his bed, yes, but it's much more complicated than that.

A young, mysterious woman by the name of Chara, had ordered his kidnapping. The heir to the Dreemurr fortune, stolen from his room, less than a year before his eighteenth birthday. The family would certainly pay a lot of money to get him back. And Chara was counting on that.

Chara wasn't just a common criminal, it would take more smarts than that to execute a kidnapping of a member of the richest and most protected monster family in the country-hell, possibly the world. And Chara was smart enough. Bold enough. Had the means to do it.

Chara was queen of the Underground. At just 22 years old, she had a total of 3 years experience under her belt being leader, too. She had successfully identified the leader of this Underground society, seduced him, murdered him, and took his place. All while she was nineteen, too. And the Underground was thriving under her rule, more than it had ever been.

The City Under The City, as it was nicknamed. Chara ruled all.

All she needed was something big, something nobody could ignore, to really set herself apart from her predecessors. And Asriel Dreemurr that was just that.

She had sent a few of her people to get him with a perfectly planned course of action to achieve this. The Dreemurrs had 24 hour security patrolling their Manor, but these patrolmen were humans and monsters- and humans and monsters make mistakes. Sometimes pay attention to one thing, while a more serious thing happens right behind them.

Chara had racoons released at their fence, distracting the guards that were patrolling around the western side of the Manor, where Asriel's bedroom was.

In the dead of night two women, two of Chara's most trusted underlings, climbed up to his window, and shattered it to get inside.

Asriel woke up to the sound of shattering glass, but was promptly gagged, sedated, and carried off with a cloth bag over his head. Never to be seen again.

When he regained consciousness he was in a dark room, tied to a chair. He couldn't move his arms or legs.

It was only natural that the pampered Dreemurr heir was scared.

The lights came on, revealing an extravagant throne with a silver base and a red cushioned seat and back, black accents and details all over. And in that throne? Perhaps an even more impressive woman.

She had a vibrant, fire engine red pixie cut, which complimented her lightly sun-kissed skin, her eyes were red, like nothing Asriel had ever seen before on a human, and her cheekbones were high, very defined. But perhaps what got his attention the most was her lips. Painted black, she had a defined cupid's bow, and her lower lip was bigger than her top lip. 

She was strung across her chair, sitting sideways with a pair of very toned, almost muscular legs positioned over the right armrest of the chair. She swung them back over to be in front of her, and then rose to her feet.

She was very fit all around, actually. Muscular legs, toned arms, a pear shaped figure, all graced her medium build. And she was tall. Probably aided by the black heels she wore, but she towered over Asriel, especially with him tied down to the chair like this. 

To say he is intimidated would be an understatement.

His fingers twitched. If his mother wasn't so insistent on him keeping his claws trimmed down he might have been able to tear through this rope and set himself free. 

"I never intended to show you my face, Asriel Dreemurr." She began.

Her voice was low, but so, so melodic. It made Asriel's ears twitch.

"I intended to extract payment from your family, and then perhaps execute you publicly. All without you ever knowing what's happening. And yet, I've found myself in quite the trouble…"

She walked towards him as she spoke, gently feeling his soft, fluffy ears when she reached him.

"You're too cute to kill." She grinned, revealing some razer-sharp fangs similar to what you would see in a vampire movie.

Asriel was frozen. He couldn't speak, he could barely breathe.

"I've grown lonely, Asriel… pathetic, isn't it? My self imposed social isolation has created something it was intended to destroy. A weakness."

Chara cringed at her own words.

"And so, I've decided, that if I'm to have a weakness whether I isolate myself from connection either way, I will choose the weakness that minimizes my negative emotions. I will choose to have an attachment rather than a longing. What I'm getting at, is… I will not kill you, nor will I extract money from your family, so long as you stay with me."

All this information at once overwhelmed Asriel. But after a few moments of silence, it became clear to him what he needed to do.

"Would you be surprised if I said I would rather stay here?"

Chara looked surprised. So it could be assumed that, yes, she would be further surprised to hear Asriel say that.

She had expected it to be a long, tedious process to get him to choose her over his family.

Asriel looked down at himself. Even his pajamas were lavish, silk. His fur was finely groomed and conditioned. He had never known hunger or poverty. But it was all at a price. A price too high for him to pay, it seemed. 

"My parents expect me to inherit their fortune when they die. And in less than a year I am to start taking control of some of the businesses. My image is constantly prioritized over my sense of self, I…" he shook his head, a fear tears made the fur underneath his eyes wet.

"It is so much pressure. I've considered death before submitting to the future they want for me. But this seems like another option. A way out." He looked up, his green eyes meeting her red ones.

"I will give my life to you if you promise me protection. Promise not to hurt me, and instead shield me. I would rather be a nobody, hidden away from the public eye, than be a Dreemurr. I want to be Asriel."

The desire to disappear was something Chara could relate to. Was that not her desire at nineteen? To disappear from the consequences of her delinquency and seek power, rather than poverty?

She pulled a knife from a holder underneath her dress, and simply cut Asriel free.

"I believe we've come to an agreement, Asriel."

She had such a dazzling, enchanting smile. And she couldn't wipe it off of her face as she extended a hand to Asriel and helped him up out of the rather uncomfortable wooden chair.

Asriel was taking a leap of faith. Anything, he thought, would be better than becoming another Mr. Dreemurr. And if that anything consisted of such an attractive young woman? He would gladly accept his fate.

Still, a thought lingered in the back of his head for his sister.

Frisk deserves the fortune, the power. She's always had such good ideas about what to do with the fortune and how she could benefit the community. She's a business woman at heart. Always has been. 

Asriel knew that Frisk would miss him. But this is just something he had to do.

~

Chara rarely appears in public. But she made an exception today for the very public funeral of her beloved, and definitely not dead, Asriel.

Her hair had grown out into a bob, and she wore regular sunglasses, and dressed in a black dress. The funeral was indoors, so she looked slightly overdressed with her big black coat and the sunglasses still on. But she didn't want anybody to look at her. She just wanted to observe. Get to know Asriel from the point of view of people who didn't really know him, she supposed.

Nobody really knew Asriel, except for her. And it proved true in the speeches all of these people gave. Vague, and sometimes completely false information about Asriel, was spread and celebrated at his own funeral. Chara was disgusted.

That is, until a young Latina woman took the stage. She was about 5'8, curly brown hair that fell just above her shoulders. Asriel's sister, Chara guessed.

"I'd like to start this off by saying thank you to everyone who came here to celebrate my brother. He's a good person and a better sibling." She began.

Chara immediately took note that this woman spoke of Asriel in the present tense. She suspected denial.

"He's brilliant, isn't he?" She smiled sadly.

Chara prepared herself for another series of false statements. But this woman didn't seem to have much of anything false to say.

"I was two years old when Asriel was born. I don't remember it. In fact, I think my very first memory was when he was two. He was such a pain… always wanted to take my toys away from me, always wanted to pull my hair, poke me… It was like he lived to make little four year old me miserable. That… that never changed. He's always loved to irritate me. But our most tender moments consisted of him being very raw with me. Very, deeply honest." She had to dry a stray tear on her cheek.

"When he was twelve Asriel told me he wished that I would take over as the primary heir instead of him. I laughed at him. Why would anybody ever turn down such an opportunity, y'know? But he always listened to my big ideas and plans for charities and thought I would be a better heir. Over and over I mimicked our parent's words, that I'm a woman, that I'm adopted, that I'm their darling and they never want me to have to work a day in my life, that Asriel was meant to be the heir."

Some people were notably uncomfortable, squirming in their seats. Sweating.

"When Asriel was fourteen he told me he'd rather kill himself than become another Mr Dreemurr."

There was whispers in the crowd. A man in a black suit came and grabbed the woman's arms, beginning to pull her away from the microphone. But she got two more sentences out, tears in her eyes…

"I know that wherever he is, he's happy to not be just another rich man giving orders. That's the last thing he ever wanted to be."

It seems Chara may not be the only one here that truly understood Asriel.

But she's the only one to know that these people are having a funeral for a young man who is very much alive.

[polar-stars]

Some Notes on what the grown-ups are up to...(Part 1 | SnKimiko Related)

So hey, I am not quite tired yet but too tired to draw so welp, I guess we’re doing this instead. 

Honestly, recently I’ve realized that I haven’t really explored the careers the canon characters pursue within in my Next Gen Fanfic. Which is mainly because I honestly haven’t thought that much about it but rather only ever held some rough ideas. There’s reasoning to that but that mainly has to do with myself but I don’t have to get into that in detail now. It’s a lot about the fact that I’m still a pretty young person with not the best understanding of how the world works yet...but I’m working on it!

So meep, I thought I could write down some actual notes for some info regarding what the canon characters are up to when “Shokugeki no Kimiko” takes place. I’m still a little unsure about them (so don’t be surprised if I eventually change things up later), so I’d gladly appreciate feedback honestly! 

Anyway, that lengthy intro aside...let’s get into it, I guess ; 7 ;

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Megumi 

Megumi Aldini-Tadokoro, formerly just Tadokoro, lives in her hometown in Tohoku and took over the position as it’s head-chef after her mother retired. The news that a Totsuki graduate, and not just any graduate but a former Elite 10 member, took over the Ryokan certainly drove a lot of people to the place. 

Megumi’s wisdom regarding hospitality and her outstanding talents in the culinary field ultimately improved the tourism of the region immensely. The Ryokan is praised for the traditional Japanese atmosphere, exquisite food and, of course, the welcoming atmosphere and the warmth with which the guests are welcomed with. 

Given that her priorities are certainly the customers and building a relationship with them even if it is for only one day, Megumi always resigned off from opening another restaurant. She can’t be at all at the same time after all and in her mind it would make everything less personal. However it’s at a time where Megumi already earned a name for herself and instead of mocking her decision as “too limited” or “not enough vision”, she’s respected by the culinary world. 

Despite the fact though that the Ryokan is her prime focus, she does help out her husband Isami with new recipe ideas or other advice for the Trattoria-Aldini-Branch whenever he asks her. She does help out in the restaurants themselves as well, once or twice a year. Which is always made out to be a great deal. 

She often gets invited to various hotels throughout a year and occassionally, she’ll take the offer and arranges a special banquet for one night for the hotel’s guests to enjoy. It’s certainly always an event to behold and something that every hotel, she’s served so far, wears with pride. 

She’s mother to three children, two sons and one daughter. The oldest son, Hiroshi Aldini-Tadokoro, is a current higschool first year in Totsuki and a member of the 115th Generation. Her two twin-children Nino and Maja Aldini-Tadokoro still visit a primary school in the local area. They will be part of the future 119th Generation of Totsuki. 

Takumi

Takumi Aldini lives in Tuscany and is the head-chef of the original “Trattoria Aldini” where he grew up in. But it’s not just that...

With the help of his business-knowledgeable wife Ikumi and of course his loyal brother Isami, Takumi build a successful brand out of the Trattoria which expands all over the world, having restaurants in almost every noteworthy city. It’s, additionally, kept affordable. It’s not something that the normal middle-class man can eat in each and everyday but it certainly is something he can go to once in a while. 

Takumi is managing the restaurants within the West, so mainly Europe and America. (Isami is taking care of the restaurants in the East) 

At the same time, the original Trattoria keeps him busy as well given that as the first and original Trattoria it has a bit of a cult-status and is on every tourist’s To-Do list that comes into the area. Whenever Isami and his family come over to Tscany, things become even more lively as many foodies would kill for the opportunity to see the infamous Aldine-Family and especially the Mezzaluna-Siblings in action. 

Takumi has one daughter with Ikumi: Mika Aldini, a student of Totsuki’s 115th Generation. 

Alice

After her cousin Erina vanished alongside Soma, the Totsuki-Empire was eventually laid into the hands of the so-often-overlooked Alice Nakiri, making her the new headmistress of Totsuki once Senzaemon retired. 

There were a few doubtful voices regarding Alice’s Election as new head of this enormous branch, as so many had always pictured Erina in that position. But over time, these voice where shut down as Alice managed to fulfill her job pretty well. Some of her strategies or ideas might sound eccentric or unconditional at first, but there’s always logic and a certain wisdom to them. Also, Alice always had a great understanding of what she wants and how to get it which does make her a solid, cunning and to-beware negotiator.

She also does a lot for the intellectual part of Totsuki by expanding it’s library, funding research projects in fields other than strictly cooking, diversify the range of languages taught on Totsuki...etc. 

As her profession as Totsuki’s headmistress consumes her quite a bit, Alice was only able to open two restaurants: one in Tokyo, called “Snestorm” and one in Copenhagen, called “Yukidoke”. Both are reservation-only places where she serves her experimental and unique culinary ideas. Snestorm is more focused on Western ideas, so to speak, while Yukidoke is more Eastern-orientated. 

She has two twin-daughters with her husband Ryo: Lola Nakiri and Mona Nakiri, both members of the 115th Generation of Totsuki. She and her family definitely remain the apex of Japan’s culinary landscape. They host a yearly Summer-Ball which is one of the grandest, biggest and most anticipated events for any person worth their salt within the culinary industry.

Akira

With the reputation of having survived Totsuki and ending up amongst the 10 best students backing him up, Akira opens four highly-successful restaurants over the years between his graduation from Totsuki and the current timeline of “Shokugeki no Kimiko”. Currently, he’s outlining plans for a restaurant in the US.

His first is called “Sona” and is located in Tokyo and also known as Akira’s “main restaurant” so to speak. Over the years it has grown into a small palace and its one of pricey but also praised restaurants within the city. Quite a few rich ladies would die to have their wedding taking place there, as one certainly feels like some sort-off Mid-East royal stepping into the place. 

The second is called “Signum” and is located in Singapore. What’s special about this restaurant is that the menu changes drastically every year. The concept is basically that each year, Signum serves a different kind of cuisine. One year it’s Thai, the other it’s Indian, then it’s Turkish, then Malaysian and so on. Akira announces this year’s menu on each New Years Party hosted by the Hayamas in Sona.

The third is called “Solaris” and is located in Kairo. Akira got inspired to open it, because of his son’s enthusiasm regarding travels to Egypt. It serves mainly all different sorts of curry but also various specialities of Mid-Eastern cuisines. 

The fourth is called “Lilac Garden” and it’s the first one to not start with an “S” and this one is more dedicated to his daughter. It’s located in Herakleion on Kreta. It’s honestly a bit more of a café and has a truly beautiful pavilion that offers an enchanting look on the sea. What’s noteworthy is that the entire place is decorated with all sorts of flowers. 

Aside from being busy with restaurants, Akira does actually time to time support Alice’s more academic advances in Totsuki by teaching seminars. It’s a rare occurrence but whenever he does, a broad number of students come rushing. 

He also found himself a little hobby in a little side-business as perfumer. Originally, he only wanted to construct a perfume for his wife Hisako as a little surprise for an anniversary and ended up thinking: “Why not make some money out of this?” While the perfume for Hisako of course is a Hisako-Only-Creation that will never make it into the public hands, he did bring 3 other perfumes to the market that sell pretty well. 

Akira has two children with Hisako, a son and a daughter. The son, Akio Hayama, is part of the 114th Generation and a member of Totsuki’s current Elite 10. The daughter, Kaori Hayama, is part of the 115th Generation as well as it’s valedictorian. 

[glassesofroses]

Chapter 6 || Stay

Annie's P.O.V

Over the past few days, Bucky and I have been sneaking out to see each other, before breakfast, after dinner, whenever he isn't training. He tried talking to me about war related things but I wasn't actually paying attention until something caught my attention."Steve wants me to help him destroy HYDRA's bases," He whispered, not looking at the directly at us, the two of us hiding in my tent."I-I'm sorry, come again?" Blinking a few times, wanting to know if I heard him correctly."Steve wants me to go back out there, but this time, there isn't as much of risk as there was when I was in that big group. But, I leave tomorrow afternoon, we need to go as soon as possible." Bringing himself to look at me."Do you want to go?" Running a hand through my hair and turning to face him on my bed."Ever since I met him, I thought it was my duty to protect him, I still like to believe that it is. So yes, I would like to go with him, I just wanted to tell you." "So, let's get this straight, you leave for a month after our first date, come back barely alive, and you want to go back out again so you can protect your friend?" He nodded his head, he knew the wheels in my head were turning millions of miles per hour, he knew I was going to get angry about this. But the thing was he knew that I knew that he didn't care. Steve was his best friend, just like Peggy was mine and he knew that I would do the same thing he wants to do right now. So I suppressed my anger towards him leaving again, and focused on the bright side. Less of a risk, and would be back in a few days, Steve knows what to expect, Bucky wants to come back as soon as possible. I could do this."I'm assuming you don't need or want my permission?" Smiling a little bit to lighten the mood.He smiled back and kissed my forehead, "When I get back, you and me, we're going to a real restaurant, not the pizza place.""You're a real smooth talker Barnes," I looked at my clock and saw that he had to go to gun practice.I stood up and held out my hand, he gladly took it and we secretly crept out of the tent and took the back ways to his practice. Just a few feet away, we went our separate ways and didn't meet back up until the next morning.//(I know the things are getting annoying, but I promise it's going to get better, I and a friend have this all planned out. These chapters aren't that important, it's just building character and relationship development)Bucky and I said out goodbye's in his tent as Steve was outside, getting himself ready and making sure that no one would walk in on the two of us. After I practically cried when he hugged my goodbye, he kissed me one last time before exiting the tent and joining Steve to one of the cars that they were going to use.I left the tent 5 minutes later so no one would suspect anything and walked over to Peggy who just said her goodbye's to Steve. The thing with their relationship is that neither one of them wants to be the first one to say that they have feelings towards each other. So it's like running in place, they're both getting nowhere. Peggy put an arm around me once the boys and their friends were out of sight, and we both walked to lunch.// (Another time jump, sorry, and this is the second to last one omg)A few days went by and no one has heard from any of the men that followed Steve, including Bucky. But I knew something happened, and I hope it didn't happen to Bucky. I find it so funny how people fall in love so fast, for me, I think it was the day I met Bucky, I didn't even know it then. If anything happened to him, he wouldn't know that I loved him. I was sitting on my chair next to Colonel Phillips, we both loved reading so it was very easy to talk to him about the books I've read over the past weeks. I heard footsteps approaching, so obviously I looked up and saw that Steve was here, with Peggy! I grinned and stood up giving Steve a big hug, thanking God that he was okay.But, he didn't return the hug, and he didn't smile."Steve, what's wrong?" I asked, heart rate speeding up, my face falling."I'm so sorry, Annie." He told me, his head hung low.I instantly knew what he was talking about.I backed up, retracting my arms from him. Colonel Phillips stood up waiting to hear what happened, but I knew already, "No..." I whispered, eyes welling up with tears, making it unable to see 2 feet in front of me."Annie, I'm so sorry, I had him, I swear I did. But he slipped right through my fingers." He tried explaining but I was already so angry.Anger consumed me, it never affected me this hard this way before. Tears came down my face as I squatted down, curling up into a ball."No!" I shouted, getting angrier by the second."Annie, there was nothing that Steve could do." Peggy crouched next to me, trying to get me to understand, but he let him die! I stood up, rage very apparent in my eyes, things in my vision turning red."You let him die!" I walked over to Steve and punched him right in the face, almost knocking him down."Colonel Machiavelli, stand down!" Phillips yelled at me, but my head was already clouded.He let him die!"I loved him, Steve! I loved him so much, and you just let him die!" Shouting and punching him again, but he just stood there and took it, tears even running down his face.Phillips grabbed my arms, trying to get me to stop, but I kicked his shin, probably breaking it and jumped on Steve, pushing him down to the ground."You," Punch, "Let," Punch, "Him," Punch, "Die!" One more."Annie get off of him! He didn't let James die! It wasn't his fault!" Peggy shouted at me.How could she! Was she on his side?"It was his fault, Peggy! It was his fault that I never got to let him know how I feel about him, to tell him that I loved him!" I stood up, making my way towards her.But before I could do anything to my best friend, blackness clouded over me and I passed out, falling hard to the ground.I loved him...~Steve's P.O.VIt was my fault, I could have swung him up into the cart, I could have saved him. She was right. I let him die."What are you going to do with her?" My voice cracked, and honestly, I didn't want to know the answer."We'll tell you, but we need to tell you something more important first. The truth about you being the first super soldier is sort of a lie. Annabelle, or as you call her Annie, was the first test, and it was successful. She had brittle bone, she was 5'2, but she was still one of our best agents. She worked directly alongside Peggy so she has the exact training, maybe even better."Why would they lie about this?"Since she is a threat now that she is angry and broken, we have to do something about it. We don't want to kill her because she means a lot to us all, helped us through our own dark times. So we are going to preserve her, this just happens to be another experiment as well. We're going to put her in a cryogenic chamber for safe keeping until someone needs her in the future. Hopefully, the world will be a better place where she won't be needed, but if she is, she'll be ready. I feel as if it would be best if we do this now, the shot will wear off in a few hours, so we better move fast.""You can't do that," Peggy told him, angry."Peg, he can, we can't stop him," I told her, wrapping her in my arms."She's my best friend Steve, she just lost her first love, she has the right to be angry!" She yelled into my chest."I know, I know." I just hugged her for what felt like hours, this couldn't be happening.

[floosies]

Series: La Muneca del Barrio

A/N: One thing I forgot to mention is that there will be a lot of spanish in this series and I do hope you understand it is for both the story and how I wish to tell this story. I’m hispanic myself so I know that using spanish is still very iffy but it’s my story and I mean no harm by it.

Summary/AN: This a passion project really, I’ve written previously using the mob!au so this a second attempt in that genre (i guess you could call it).

Warnings: Blood, violence, smut, strong language, and drug use

Rocio Cruz lives in a Brooklyn block best known for its vibrant and ignored community. What she always ignored though was the underground scene in the borough, the evils that lay in it and its people. That all comes to an end when she’s introduced to those things she ignored.

Chapter 2: Que Comience La Fiesta

Masterlist

It’d been some days since the girl, who’s name was Leticia had spoke to Rocio about Rubio. She wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation. She did believe her date with Cubano but mostly because the girl was from Harlem. What exactly did Brooklyn’s dueno have to do with Harlem’s mover? 

Background:

Unlike her mama Maritza, who did know about all the under ground world in New York, Rocio was clueless. Her mama kept it that way from the start. She didn’t want her children growing up in that mess. She would have avoided it herself had it not been for her pajarito Rafael. In order to understand so much, you gotta go to the past. 

Before Rocio was born, her papa worked for just about anyone in Brooklyn who had a say with the mafiosos. He came from Puerto Rico, hidden in a boat and praying that he stayed alive to see America. When he got to the states he started working odd jobs, which is where he caught the eye of Rubio’s mentor, an older man called Blue eyes. He liked the work ethic her papa had and hired him. That’s around the time he met Maritza. She on the other hand was a waitress at her parents’ restaurant. She came from immigrant parents who traveled from Mexico to New York. Don’t ask them how either because they’ll never tell, they didn’t to their children and they won’t to their grandchildren either.

When Rocio was born, Blue eyes started getting sick. However, he got the chance to meet the baby before he went. Maritza wasn’t all that happy about that at first. However, what came after for her and her family was what changed her mind. Blue eyes had made it a point that after his death that’s where her father’s job ended. In return for always working hard and being loyal, the old Blue eyes was giving Rafael a good sum of money and protection for the rest of his life. That the guy who would take over, would respect that decision and the Cruz family for however the “corporation” would continue. 

However, this would not go as planned. Eventually Rubio would come to power but he was too young at the time. So it went to a man who had no business being in power, they called him Mika but no one knew if that was his real name. Anyways, he was a puto through and through. He was a thief to his own men and didn’t care for the business, he just wanted to control everyone. 

That. It was Mika, who everyone considered a little bitch, who was the reason that Rafael ended up in jail and Cubano came to his power alongside Rubio. In 2003 a fifteen year old Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson with help from others within the “corporation” set up Mika. They killed the bastard at a night club well known around the cartel community in Harlem. Unfortunately not everyone got out clean, but true to his loyalty Rafael took the blame for all of it. This was the one time he didn’t sing like a bird. The feds had nothing on him, they tried to get to Maritza but she had already went into hiding, with help from her parents.

Rocio was clueless about all this, regardless it didn’t matter because she was already too pressured into the whole party thing by Leticia who by now had taken her shopping for a dress. They looked through racks of dresses in a little store just a couple of blocks from Harlem.She had her eyes on a pink satin mini dress, “y esta? you think it’s cute?” She asked Leti who scrunched her nose, “mami, I think que mejor you keep looking around.” Rocio shrugged, she was probably right, these men were rich, no just anything would do, but she was on a budget. The bills were due in a couple of days so whatever she got had to be cute and cheap.After a while of looking around and finding nothing they went back to Brooklyn where Rocio knew she would find something. “Como conosistes a Cubano?” Rocio asked Leti quietly while they looked around a boutique where she always shopped since she was in high school. Leticia looked at the dresses, with a look of stress before she started speaking, “one day he came to my ma’s little stand where her and my pops sell street food, el tipo ahi estaba, he just talked to them and then I came from work to help them. He started talking to me, bueno pues ese hombre es tremendo mangon-” she stops to laugh a little, her cheeks getting bright. “We talked for a while and he started talking himself up, about how he could make me a big deal in Harlem. Eh, tu sabes how they talk to girls but Cubano means it. Then he asked me to go with him to this party. Como le voy a dicir que no?” She finished, then grabbing a dress to show for approval to Rocio. 

The dress was cute, so they went with it.They finished shopping and headed to Rocio’s place to get ready. Maritza was cooking when they entered the house. One look at the girls and she knew that her daughter was not going to be home for dinner, “y adonde sales esta noche nina? Buenas tardes, y tu como te llamas.” She said eyeing the girls up and down while her siblings laughed from the table at the end of the room.Sighing at the annoyance of the situation she answered, “mama, es una fiesta. Voy a regrezar, you don’t trust me enough.” She said leading Leticia to her room, “buenas tardes, Doña Cruz, soy Leticia, gusto de conocerla!” She said following Rocio. Maritza rolled her eyes, “I do trust you mija! Es los de afuera a que no confio!” She yelled as she finished cooking.When they finished getting ready it was already 8. 

Leticia kept looking at her phone, waiting for the text that said where they would meet the car at. Some minutes later they text came. Rocio’s siblings were with her mama in her room watching tv. They moved quietly but not quiet enough, “y se piensan ir sin percinarse? eh?” She heard her mom said from the door way of her room. The girls sighed turning around. “Vengan,” looking at the two girls, who reminded her of her younger days she began, “en el nombre del Padre, del Hijo, y del Espirtu Santo.” there was a pause, “ya bueno pues antes de que las dejen. Be safe! Rocio me hablas!” They hurried out.The girls were glad they didn’t meet the car in front of the apartment building where Rocio lived, that car would have all the nana’s talking for days. What they weren’t expecting was that Cubano would be waiting inside the car, a cigar in his hand and the other waiting to take Leti’s hand. To say Leticia was beyond thrilled he was there was an understandment, “papi! You look so good, esta tremendo verdad Roci?” She asked her friend as the car took off. Rocio just nodded, she never thought this would be happening.

He stared at her, something about her seemed familiar, he was trying to see what was up with you, interrupting the conversation he was having with his girl he dragged another puff of his cigar before speaking “your plus one is very quiet mami,” he finally said. She looked at him, “oh sorry, my name’s Rocio. Uh Rocio Cruz, nice to meet you.” Leticia looked at her Cubano, curious as to how he would react to her answer. “Cruz?” Wilson was intrigued now, “By any chance would your papi’s name be Rafael?” He said with a smirk, she looked both confused and startled. She looked at Leticia before answering, “yeah, my pop’s name is Rafael, do you know him?” He just laughed and nodded, “mami, you did a good job picking a friend to bring. Steve is gonna love this.” 

Steve? Steve el Rubio Rogers? He was gonna be at the party? Leticia said he might be, but Rocio didn’t think a man like him liked parties. Her mind was racing, how did they know her dad? Was she about to die? Her thoughts were interrupted by the car shutting off and someone opening the door, the girls were led out. “Ladies, welcome to my little festival, a celebrar mami!” Cubano yelled happily as they entered a studio where salsa was playing loudly and people were taking white lines like shots. They walked to a stall in the back of the studio where a large table was set up with velvet chairs and expensive liquor. “Rocio, you wait here. Mami you come with me, your fine ass can’t be left alone.” Cubano said taking Leticia somewhere, in no time a waiter came and offered her a drink from the liquor which she gladly took at the fear of not knowing what was going to happen next. If this was her last night she might as well go out having a bit of fun. She looked through her phone, seeing what everyone else was doing but knowing better than to post anything herself. It felt like forever until she saw Leti again. Except now, there was a man with blonde hair and beside him a man with blue eyes. Cubano had brought guests to the table, “Cruz, this Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.” 

[watchmegetobsessed]

Neighbor - Shawn Mendes - Part 2

so on popular demand i decided to continue the story, i quite enjoyed writing this part and there is a part 3 coming as well! 

part 1

masterlist

Like a strong woman I refuse to take two trips to the fridge, so I attempt to take everything I need out with just one turn. My arms are full, I’m trying to keep everything in place with my chin and thought the kitchen island is just two steps away it pretty much seems like I’m not gonna succeed.

“Oh my God!” I shriek as I almost drop the butter, and at the end I reach the island, but I basically just throw everything on it. Proud of myself I fix my shirt and step over to the wall, lift my hand and start knocking on it, making sure it’s heard over there without a doubt.

“Coming!” I hear a shout that makes me smile as I go back to my ingredients.

About one minute later my front door flings open and Shawn’s tall figure walks in with a wide smile on his face as he takes a look at all the stuff in front of me.

“What are we making?” he asks leaning onto the kitchen island, his eyes still roaming all the ingredients.

“Something my mom used to make a lot, nothing special,” I shrug as he glances up at me excited to help me with the cooking.

This has been our little thing ever since out first meeting a month ago. I invited him over when we met in the hallway, he helped me cooking while we talked about basically everything. I told him about myself and then he did the same. I found out that he is Canadian, he has been living here for about two years now and he is a musician, he writes songs, sells them to different artists and helps in the studio works as well. All the songs I heard from him over the wall were his own songs he was working on and one night, when we had a few glasses more of the wine he brought he even sang a few for me. Things have been completely different since we met, we made a habit of hanging out at each other’s place quite often. Anytime one of us is home and needs some company we would just knock on the wall and wait for a response, but Friday has become our regular.

“I don’t really have that much time today,” I add smiling as I take out the onions and hand them to him to cut them.

“What ar- Oh! I completely forgot about your little date tonight!” He hums to himself moving around in the kitchen already knowing his way and where to find the stuff he needs.

I feel myself blushing a bit as I nod. “Are you nervous?” he asks.

“A bit. I think I just feel rusty, I haven’t had a date in years.”

“That I doubt,” he scoffs placing the onion on the cutting board, then he starts cutting it like a pro.

“Why?” I ask arching a brow at him. He peeks at me with a cheeky smile before turning his eyes back to the onion.

“It’s hard to believe you haven’t had anyone asking you out in the past few years. I mean, you are the whole package,” he bluntly says making my eyes go wide.

Shawn has a pretty bare way of talking about things I’m usually anxious about. We have run into topics before that made me blush like a little girl, but I never saw any signs of shame or nervousness on him. But I’m kind of used to it now, I’m just pretending to be shocked most of the time.

“The whole package? What does that even mean?”

“You know. You are funny, kind, pretty and smart. And you can also cook, so if you want to tell me you had no one to run after you, I don’t believe you.”

“Well, you should, because I didn’t. I’m not always as cool as I am around you,” I shyly say as I keep my eyes down.

“Oh, am I just that special?” he asks with the cockiest grin on his handsome face and I can feel myself blushing again.

To be honest I was all over the place when we started hanging out. My crush on him that I had before we met just grew once I saw him and I was having a hard time to hold my feelings and hormones under control. I didn’t want to throw myself on him and ruin a possibly amazing relationship, romantic or friendly, doesn’t matter. I was silently hoping he was feeling the same way about me so I was waiting for him to give me a sign of his interest, but it seemed like he kept everything on a friendly level, so I just gave up. I was never the type who would go after a guy even when he is showing no interest at all and Shawn seemed to be nothing more than just a friendly neighbor for me.

So whenever his comments get a bit more candid or cocky I can’t help but wish they were for real, but then I always think about that I can’t be the only one falling for him and he must have a bunch of girls waiting in line for him at the studio, as they listen to him playing the guitar, because his playing can make anyone fall in love with him. This is why I decided to stop thinking about him that way and when a guy from the coffee shop I usually go to asked me out on a date I gladly said yes in hope to get him off of my mind.

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” I roll my eyes at him. “I was just…” I sigh as I look for the words to tell why my past few years turned out so disastrous in the field of dating, but I don’t know how to describe without sounding too depressing.

“Hey,” he gently says tapping the island in front of me to catch my attention. I look up at him and there is no cocky grin anymore, just kindness and patience. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Thanks,” I quietly say.

We completely ditch the whole dating thing while cooking. Once we are done and both have a plate of the outcome Shawn says goodbye wishing me luck on my date making me promise to tell him everything whenever I get home.

 As I get out of the Uber I’m fighting my tears back. I really didn’t want to be the girl who cries at the back of a stranger’s car, so when I hear the car leave I let a few hot tears roll down my cheeks.

On my way up in the elevator I promise to myself to never go on a date ever and I just realize I was right to shut men out of my life for the past three years. When I reach my floor I’m basically dragging myself in the hallway. Fortunately, I’m not really crying, I wipe the wetness away from my cheeks as I reach my door, but before I put the key into the lock I turn to the door next to mine. I debate for a few seconds if I should see Shawn now or not, but then I decide it’s better not to be alone right now and drown in my depressive thoughts. So I walk over to his door and knock, patiently waiting for him to answer.

I hear him shuffle around and he is also talking to someone, if I’m right. For a moment I regret coming here, because what if he has company? I don’t want to see him with some hot chick, as they are about to get cozy on the couch. But before I could get to the end of my thoughts the door flings open and a smiley Shawn appears in front of me, but the smile quickly disappears when he sees my face.

“What the fuck did he do?!” he asks, his voice is mixed with panic and angst.

“A-Are you alone? I heard you talking, I don’t want to bother you,” I mumble anxiously, still waiting for a girl to appear behind him.

“Yeah, I was just on the phone. Come in,” he tells me holding the door open as I walk inside. His place is just like mine, but mirrored, and his bedroom is slightly bigger than mine with a walk in closet that I envy so much. Looking around my heart calms down as I really don’t see anyone else here, so I walk over to the couch and sit down on the end, hugging my legs to my chest.

“Do you want a tea? Something calming?” he asks from the kitchen and I nod. I sit there in silence as I listen to him make it and then he appears with a mug that he hands to me. “Lavender, it’s great for the nerves,” he comments as I smile at him weakly.

“Thank you.”

“Now,” he sighs plopping down next to me with a serious expression on his face that makes him look so much older than he is. “Who am I beating up exactly? I need a name and I’ll do the rest.”

I chuckle while blowing on my tea. He is so not the type to get into a fight so the thought of him beating someone up is just funny, but also very heroic.

“You’re not hurting anyone, don’t be dramatic.”

“Okay. But tell me, what did this ass do to make you look like you just saw someone kill a puppy?”

I sigh, take a few sips of my tea before setting the mug on the coffee table.

“This whole date was a disaster. First of all, he was twenty minutes late. I stood in front of the restaurant like an idiot waiting for him, but whatever, he arrived and told me he had to check in on one of his friends, so I was like, okay that’s fine. The place looked fine at first, but the service was horrible, really. He only took me there because he had coupons, but swear to God, that food doesn’t worth a penny. But I still tried to keep a smile on and not whine about it. We start talking, it’s all good, but then he starts asking weird questions, like my exes and the stuff I’m into.” “Oh God,” Shawn sucks his breath in staring at me.

“Right? Who wants to talk about exes on a first date and asking if I have any kinks is just… not something I want to discuss over dinner with a guy I’m talking to for the first time for real, instead of saying that one large latte please.”

Shawn chuckles and I also crack a smile on my joke before continuing the story.

“So I somehow dodge these bullets, but then he straight up asks if I wanna go to his place and suck his toes.”

“No shit!” he gasps in disbelief and this was kind of my reaction on the spot too.

“Right?! I was so shocked, I just sat there with wide eyes waiting for him to tell it was just a bad joke, but not. I had to tell him that no, I’m not going to suck his toes.”

“Oh my God, this guy is embarrassing all males alone.”

“Yeah. So I told him that I’m going home and then he had the nerves to start bitching about not giving him any actions after dinner. He told me that I’m a bitch and I’ll die alone. Perfect first date, right?” I laugh bitterly as Shawn is still trying to process what he just heard.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. That was honestly the worst first date ever.”

“Yeah,” I nod.

“And you know what the worst part is?” I turn to him shaking my head no. “Now you have to look for a new coffee place.”

His face is all serious, not even a glitch and I just burst out in laughter. I’m sure his intention with this comment was to make me feel better and I have to say he succeeded. This really was what I needed.

Once my laughter dies down it hits me again. I went out on a date for the first time in years and it was a disaster. I will die alone.

“Hey, don’t blame yourself, okay?” Shawn softly says sliding closer to me when he sees that I’ve fallen back into my thoughts.

“It’s just… This is so shitty. I can’t do this,” I say closing my eyes.

“Do what?”

“This whole… dating thing. I’m too anxious for this. My last boyfriend broke up with me three years ago and told me that I’m too clingy and emotionally demanding. It hit me so hard, I fully isolated myself from all men and kind of talked myself into a state of mind that I’m better alone. But being alone for so long just made me feel worse, so I really thought going on this date would do me good, but oh boy, was I wrong!”

“This is bullshit, don’t judge from this one experience. This guy was the biggest asshole and you deserve better.”

He leans closer and puts his arms around me pulling me to his chest. I wrap my arms around his waist as my face is pressed against him, his cologne fills my nose and I instantly feel better. Closing my eyes I just listen to his steady heartbeat and think about how I want to stay like this forever.

“You are a wonderful human being and any guy would be lucky to date you. Don’t let these idiots bring you down.”

I don’t respond, just hum as I bury my face even deeper into his chest. His hands are running up and down on my upper arm in a soothing way as he rests his chin on the top of my head.

“Hey, how about we have a few drinks, watch a movie of your choice and just forget about your night?” he offers.

“That sounds like the best plan ever,” I chuckle.

[nastybuckybarnes]

The Nights

Pairing: Bucky X Reader AU

Summary: Bucky decides to treat you, his favourite girl, to a night out, despite your mother’s wishes.

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Language

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Inspired by Saturday Nights (Khalid) and The Nights (Avicii). I actually love this fic. It’s one of my favourites

~*~

“(Y/n) I hope you’re finishing your homework up there!” You roll your eyes instinctively at your mother’s voice.

“Yeah. I’m done.” Her footsteps thump up the stairs and she pushes into your room, her brows drawn together in a scowl that hasn’t left since you started high school.

“Let me see.” You sigh and show her the papers. After reading them over carefully she nods. 

“Good. Now read a book or something until ten. That gives you an entire hour. Then it’s off to bed. I want you getting your eight hours. If you need something else to do ‘till then you could always look into different universities.” 

You pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head. “You know what, mom? I’m actually feeling really sick right now. I think I’m just gonna go to bed now.” She raises her eyebrows, surprised. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow evening after work.” You nod and watch her walk out of your room, closing the door behind her.

Huffing out a huge breath of air, you haul yourself up and grab your phone, smiling softly at the text that’s waiting for you.

Bucky💕: Hey Doll. I’ve been thinking about you a bunch lately. Can’t wait to see you again. When’s the dragon lady gonna be gone?

You giggle softly and bite your bottom lip as you type a reply.

You: Dragon lady’s gone tomorrow for work. But it’s a school day so I won’t be home till four and that gives us hardly anytime together. God she’s been driving me crazy lately and I just want out.

Bucky💕: Want me to come break you out? Cause I will. Tell me what’s happening, babydoll.

You: She just won’t let up. I have no breathing room and every other day she’s asking me about my life plans. I feel like I’m trapped and I just want out of this place and this life. I wanna live my life, not the life she wants me to live.

You shake your head at yourself and type up a second message.

You: I sound so ungrateful. I’m sorry.

Bucky💕: No you don’t. Don’t worry about it

You: Thank you. I’m gonna take a shower. Call you in half an hour?

Bucky💕: Of course. I’ll be waiting💕

You smile and set your phone down on your dresser, getting up and grabbing everything you’ll need for a shower.

~

When you walk back in your room after half an hour of pampering yourself, you almost scream as you see a figure on your bed.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?! How the Hell did you get in? Oh my God, my mom is going to kill both of us! You need to leave!”

He chuckles and stands up when you close the door to your room, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your towel-covered waist. “Hello to you too,” he murmurs into your hair.

You sigh and hug him back, “hi. I missed you and even though I’m glad to see you, my mom is going to murder us!” He laughs softly and kisses your forehead. “She just took some melatonin. I made sure to watch her.” You crinkle up your nose and look up at your boyfriend.

“You were watching my mom while I was in the shower? Weird. Also, how were you watching her? And how did you get in?!” He kisses your left cheek then your right one. “She didn’t close the kitchen curtains so I saw her take her pills and grab her earplugs. And I climbed through the window.” Your eyes nearly bug out of their sockets as he says that so nonchalantly.

“Bucky my room is on the second floor. You climbed up what to get to my window?” He smiles and kisses your nose.

“I can’t just reveal all my secrets.” You sigh and look up into his warm eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here right now. I just... I needed this. I needed to be with someone who understands.” He nods, kissing your lips lightly.

“I’m taking you out tonight,” he whispers against your lips, grinning as you gasp. “But Bucky, my mom-” He silences you with a kiss, his hands gripping the towel tightly. “She won’t find out. C’mon, live a little. I know you want to.” You look up into his eyes and smile softly.

“Fine.”

He kisses you again then pulls away and lies back down on your bed, watching you with nothing but adoration in his eyes as you drop the towel and start getting dressed.

“What should I wear?” You ask over your shoulder while pulling on a pair of lacy black underwear and a matching bra.

“Well, as much as I like what you’re wearing right now, I think that pretty blue dress with that jacket I got you last Christmas would be more appropriate for what I have planned for tonight.” You nod, rummaging through your closet until you find the dress he’s talking about.

It’s a light blue colour and comes just past your knees, the skirt fluffing outwards. It’s pretty with a vintage feel to it.

You pull it on and slip the leather jacket over top, sliding your feet into a pair of light blue flats as well.

You leave your hair natural and turn around to face your boyfriend. “Okay, skater boy, how are we gonna escape my tower?” He stands up, kisses your cheeks softly, then presses his forehead against yours.

“Well, Princess, I was thinking I could climb dramatically out the window and catch you when you jump, hopefully getting another look at those lacy black panties.” You slap his shoulder playfully and he chuckles. “But in all seriousness, I’ll climb back down, then you’ll jump out and I’ll catch you. I promise.”

Biting your bottom lip nervously you weigh your options. You could either try it and possibly get hurt, or you could stay cooped up all night.

“Alright. Go on, Prince Charming. You’d better not drop my ass.” He salutes you then moves to the window, winking at you before climbing down. You watch him, butterflies filling you as he waves at you from the ground. “C’mon. I’ll catch you. I promise!”

Even if he doesn't, you’re sure you won’t die or anything. It just won’t be fun hitting the ground.

Swallowing your fear, you carefully lift one leg out the window, balancing on the ledge as you bring your other leg out.

“C’mon. I promise I’ll catch you.” 

Taking a deep breath, you push yourself off, holding back a scream as you fall through the air, only to land in strong firm arms.

The two of you tumble to the ground laughing as he loses his balance.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” He grabs your hand and pulls you down the street, you giggling the whole time.

“Bucky, where are you taking me?” He grins over his shoulder at you then stops running, motioning in front of him.

You peak over his shoulder and your jaw drops as you see the beast there.

“You finally fixed her!” You exclaim, looking at the beautiful black Harley Davidson.

“Yup. Figured I could take you out for your first ride.” You beam up at him as he places a helmet atop your head.

He puts on his own then climbs onto the motorcycle, waiting for you to get on behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist and press your helmet-covered head against his shoulder.

“Hang on tight!” He calls, starting her up. The bike roars as he starts driving and you squeal excitedly.

He drives down the streets, taking sharp turns every now and then just to feel you cling to him that much tighter.

Eventually, he rumbles to a stop in front of an old looking restaurant.

“C’mon. Let’s go!” He hops off the bike, removes his helmet, then pulls you off of the motorcycle. You take your helmet off and Bucky immediately kisses you, his slightly chapped lips molding perfectly against yours and you can’t help the soft sigh that leaves you.

He pulls away after a moment and smiles to himself, offering you his arm. You gladly take it, walking with him through the doors of the restaurant. You’re immediately struck by the decor.

It’s something straight out of Grease.

“You sap! You brought me to a diner?” He shrugs, smiling at how excited you are. The two of you quickly pick a booth and order drinks. Buck getting a coke while you opt for a milkshake, ignoring Bucky’s warning about your sensitive stomach.

“So how’s university?” You ask, smiling as you take a sip of your thick milkshake. “Good I guess. Nothing like high school, that’s for sure. And I miss my best girl every fucking day.” You reach across the table and take his hand, your eyes filled with love.

“I’m always gonna be here Bucky.” He nods then takes off his jacket, stretching out and sighing. 

Moving quickly, you snatch up his hand, leaning forwards across the table to trace the veins on his hand and arm, poking them every now and then.

“God I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers lovingly, leaning across the table and kissing your lips gently. Before you can get too into it, your food is being set down on the table. You pull apart and wink at him, smiling as you pick up a fry and dip it into your shake.

The two of you make small talk as you eat, the atmosphere light and happy as you enjoy your first night of living your own life.

~

“Where to now?” You ask, giddy and absolutely happy.

“Well, I figured you’ve probably never gone dancing properly. And there’s this nice little club that Steve and I stumbled upon by accident. I think you’d like it there.”

You smile up at him as he helps you put your helmet on again, and the two of you get back onto his motorcycle and ride through the town in the dark, street lamps illuminating the two of you every so often.

When he stops again it’s outside of a club with music pouring out of the open door.

The two of you head inside and you’re immediately engulfed in the loud music.

There’s a live band playing Jazz music, and couples are dancing, doing moves you’ve only seen in movies.

“Bucky I have no idea how to dance to Jazz music!” You exclaim above the music, nerves overtaking your body.

He takes your jacket and his own and locks them in a locker, smiling encouragingly at you. ‘I’ll teach you, Darlin’. It’s real simple. Just follow my lead.” And with that, he sweeps you onto the dance floor.

True to his word, it is a lot easier than you thought, and soon enough Bucky’s spinning you around and swinging you to the music.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and above the music you can hear Bucky’s laugh every time one of you stumbles a bit. 

In that club surrounded by all those people, you realize you don’t care if you can’t dance as well as they can. It doesn’t matter if your dress isn’t as nice as someone else and it doesn’t matter who can see the two of you. What matters is that you’re with Bucky and he’s with you.

Bucky sees your smile fade and frowns, stepping closer to you. “Are you alright, Doll?” You look up at him and throw your arms around him, hug him tightly. “Thank you so much Bucky,” you whisper, tears pricking your eyes.

“The nights not over yet, Darlin’. C’mon. I’ve got one more thing for you.” He takes your hand and pulls you towards the exit, grabbing your jackets on the way.

This time, the drive is calm and quiet, your arms holding onto him tightly and his warmth seeping onto you through his clothes.

When he stops the motorcycle after driving down a back road, you’re confused at first.

“This way.” He takes your hand and leads you up the fire escape of an old abandoned building. “Go on all the way to the top,” he encourages, his eyes on your backside.

“Why do I feel like this is just an excuse for you to look up my dress?” He chuckles from behind you and swats at your bottom. “I can look if I want to, right?” You look back at him, eyes alight with mischief. “Of course. But only you and only because I know you’re mine.” He smiles proudly at your words and lets his eyes travel your figure until you reach the top of the building. 

He steps in front of you and pulls you onto the roof and towards a blanket and a picnic basket.

“Steve and Peggy set this up for us. I texted him asking for advice on giving you a nice night out and this is what they did.” Your heart swells and you can’t help the tears. “That’s so incredibly sweet.” He nods and pulls you to sit down on the blanket.

“Now, Steve said something about responsible decisions and safe driving so instead of champagne, we have some sparkling apple juice. I hope you don’t mind,” he says sheepishly.

You take his face in your hands and kiss him tenderly. “Of course I don’t mind. You did all of this tonight just for me?” He nods as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re my girl. I’m not gonna just sit around and do nothing when you’ve had a rough day. Your mother doesn’t let you live your life the way you want to. She tries to live through you. And… I understand that it’s hard to stand up to her. So I thought I should give you a taste of a different life. One that isn’t controlled by your mother.”

You wipe away a tear and sniffle. “Thank you so much, Bucky.”

“There’s no need to thank me, Darlin’. Now, a glass of sparkling apple juice for you and one for me. And… Peggy packed us some macarons,” you giggle at his awful French accent, “so we can snack on them while looking at the stars.” You take a sip of your drink, giving your boyfriend a nod of approval before looking up at the stars.

“(Y/n)… I don’t want you to be worrying about what to do with your life. I don’t want you to be totally focused on not disappointing your parents because there’s so much more to life than whatever your parents want you to do. Follow your dreams, not your mother’s. Be who you want to be, not who your mother wants you to be.”

You look over at him and smile, “it’s easier said than done. I can’t just cut off my ties with her.” He wraps his arm around you and lies back, being careful of the drink in your hand. “Then don’t. But… I want you to live. Not just survive or get by, okay? You owe it to yourself to live your life the way you want to because if you don’t… you’ll just be so full of regret and I don’t want you feeling like that."

The two of you are quiet for a few moments, eating the snacks and sipping the sparkling juice before Bucky sits up.

“I... I love you so much, (Y/n). I just want you to know that no matter what you do with your life, no matter where you go... I’ll always support you. Okay?” You nod, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.

“And I guess to kinda... show you that I mean what I’m saying... here.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small envelope.

You take it from him and open it slowly, your mouth dropping open as you see the delicate ring inside.

“I um... I don't really know what to say other than I love you. This isn’t me... proposing or anything because when I do that it’ll be more romantic.” 

You notice the way he says when not if and smile. 

“But I just... wanted to give you something special that you could look at and always remember how much I love you. Because I love you so fucking much, (Y/n).” You put your glass down and launch yourself into his arms, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I love you Bucky. So much. Fuck I love you.” He holds you tightly, rocking you side to side gently as you cry softly into his shoulder.

When you finally pull away, it’s to slip the ring on and kiss his lips.

He lies you down on your back again, one of his hands resting on your hip while the other supports his weight.

Your lips move together perfectly, his capturing your bottom one and pulling gently. You moan against his mouth and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.Your tongues dance together.

The kiss is so intoxicatingly perfect that you don’t realize Bucky’s brought your leg up around his waist. The two of you grind against each other gently, you moaning against him.

Eventually, you pull away and look up into his eyes. “I love you. I love you so much.” He smiles and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“We should be heading back soon. It’s a fairly long drive back to your house.” You pout slightly and he chuckles, squeezing your thigh then pulling away from you.

The drive back to your house is over way too fast, and before you know it he’s sneaking you back into your room.

“Thank you again, Bucky. For the best night of my life. For showing me what my life could be. I love you.” He blows you a kiss from the grass below your window. “Of course. I love you. And I’ll see you tomorrow.” You watch as he jogs down the street to his bike, hopping on and revving the engine a few times before driving away.

After he’s gone you stay by the window, thinking about everything he said and how much you wish you could just run away with him instead of living your mother’s dream life.

Maybe, you find yourself thinking, maybe you can live your own life. Maybe you can be happy with Bucky and go to diners and go dancing. Maybe, just maybe, the nights like these could become your life instead of an unreachable dream.

~*~

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[sweet-little-bird-fanfic]

YOUNG K - Pure Desire

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link. Idk why but posts with links don't show up on the tumblr's search feature anymore. So, I'll leave the link to my master list there, where you can find the other chapters easily. I hope this is still functional for you guys, sorry for the trouble. I hope you can still enjoy my work despite the technical issues.

Summary: A young writer that's struggling with her work until she crosses paths with an intense and fated new type of inspiration; An inspiration called: YOUNG K!

Genre: Fanfic; Romance; Humour; Smut (in the future chapters)

Warnings: Swearing? ; The hot stuff will slowly begin on the next chapter and after that, it becomes a mess! I promise eheh  (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

A/N: a short chapter to create a good atmosphere and background.

Chapter 1- Drunk Hug

I knew the day wouldn't go well from the moment I woke up... 45 minutes late. To be honest, things had been hard lately. I've had been a professional writer for 3 years and I went to live in Korea right after I published my first romance. I bought a house and rented 2 of the rooms to 2 amazing brothers that ended up becoming my family: Kim Jii (he worked in the entertainment industry) and his 16 years old little brother Kim Joon (who was still a student). Truth to be told, it's not like I had been working that hard in those few writing years. Not because I was lazy, but because it was really simple for me to write a story and for some miracle, it would become a success. That was the case until I hit a wall last month whilst writing my third book! Nothing seemed right, I wasn't satisfied with anything and I was simply irritated with my own creation. There was something missing and I couldn't find what it was... But it was something crucial and I couldn't stop wondering if my passion for writing had reached its limits. I was so worried about that thought, that I made myself not being able to write properly. Call it a rocky mistake or an overthinking problem, but the point was that I was 1hour late to meet with my editor and I had nothing new to show him. "SHIT!"

I got off the bus and run as fast as I could. Gladly, the coffee shop We agreed to meet at was near the station. When I finally reached my destination, I was invaded by a strong and warm coffee fragrance, which woke up my senses a little. It wasn't hard to find the man I called "Boss". He had really short hair and was quite skinny, but his facial expression made him look like an angry bear. "I'm going to die." I sat on the chair in front of him and before I could apologise for being late, he threw a bunch of papers on the table in my direction. My heart started beating really fast when I recognise that those pieces of papers were the chapters I sent him by e-mail.

- You call yourself a writer, Miss?! - he said as loud as he could - I'm going to pretend you didn't send me this and that I didn't have to come from England to Korean just to scold you in person.

- I'm really sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't ...

- You need to take a break and stop obsessing about writing. We didn't give you any deadlines, so I don't understand why you're writing a chapter a day. - he said interrupting me with a sharp voice.

I didn't move or say anything, I just looked down to my hand and prayed I wouldn't get myself fired. I could hear his heavy annoyed breath and I could feel his eyes observing me. There was a long moment of silence that was broken by his hand caressing his chin.

- When was the last time you did something that wasn't writing? - he sighted - Go out, get inspired. Don't contact me until the young writer I know is back.

He stood up and dressed his elegant coat as he made sure to burn my soul with his reprehensible look. Before leaving the store our eyes locked and he gave me a petty smile, which made me feel even worse than I already was.

That was it. I've had it! I needed to get some fresh air and get away from everything. I think I've never walked so much in my entire life. I explored the city pretending I was a tourist and that I had nothing to worry about. I tried the typical food, went to the famous attractions and even bought some souvenirs. I was now wearing an "I love South Korea" black shirt and a cool hat. Not to mention the bags I was holding with sweets, cosmetics and funny socks for the boys at home.

I grabbed my phone and sent Kim Jii (Bro) and Kim Joon (Baby bro) a picture of some socks:

Me: Do you need socks? ~~ Bro: Seriously... Baby bro: I swear, I'll burn them if you buy them, Noona! Bro: Go grab the matches. I bet she already bought them ME: (T_T) Bro: Ya paboya, don't come home early.          I made a mistake at work and had to bring it home ( ಥ ʖ̯ ಥ) ME: LOL... Are you trying to fix it? Bro: BYE! ❤︎ ~~~ Baby bro: AHAHAH I guess it's not that easy to fix omg, kill him Noona!                    you make enough money to support me, right? ME: BYE! ❤︎ ~~~ Baby bro: YAAAAAAAAAA!

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Making myself busy during the whole day was hard, but I managed to stay out until night time. I ended up at a street restaurant where I ate too much and definitely drunk too many bottles of soju. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in my blood making me feel lonely and defeated or if it was simply my low self-esteem working really well on putting me down, or if it was the sum of these two. But I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how stupid and untalented, I probably was. I was really strong and didn't let any tear fall from my watering eyes.

- I need a hug... - I said drunk and desperate for some affection.

I stood up and left some money on the table. I was able to walk half properly until I found a taxi.

- Good evening, where to?

- Home, please! - I said excitedly.

For some weird reason, the driver seemed to think I was joking by the way he looked at him.

- And where is home?

- Oh! It's where I live, Sir! - I drew a square in the air with my fingers - In a house!

He stared at me for more than one minute and studied my touristic clothes and bags. I offered him some sweets and after I gave him my address he seemed less annoyed. "Why is he mad? Maybe he had a bad day or something." I thought as I gave him more sweets to make his night less bitter.

It didn't take long until I arrived home. I was glad all the lights were still on because the path was somehow really blurry. As I walked into the house, I could hear a lot of voices and laughs. "Too loud, fuckers." I couldn't recognise all the voices, but they were quite familiar. There were four beautiful boys in the living room with Kim Joon, my baby bro. I get closer to try to find out who our visits were and I saw a skinny blond boy laughing and making the others laugh with him.

- Your laugh seems contagious. - I said with a serious face as I tried to catch my cat.

- Why aren't you laughing, then? - He said adjusting his glasses.

- Oh, I'm vaccinated. Don't worry! - I said hugging my cat and letting her go after squeezing too hard.

Everyone laughed but the blond boy, he made a straight face and tried to look offended. I didn't worry too much, he seemed like he could handle a joke. I saw Kim Joon walking in my direction and I automatically hugged him really tightly. He tried to get rid of my arms and look me in the eyes, but I hid my face against his chest.

- Noona, are you drunk?!

- Aigooo! - I said as I pushed him away - That explains a lot of things, you're so smart! - I said and caressed his hair.

- Ya, paboya! Why are you acting up? - I heard Kim Jii (big bro) behind me.

After hearing my big brother's voice, tears started falling down uncontrollably. I just turned around and hugged him and berried my face into his neck. He smelled really nice today and that made me feel easeful and numbed. My hands holding his muscular backs were trembling, but the feeling of his sturdy hard body against mine made my heart hurt a little less. And when he finally hugged me back a shiver run through my body and made my legs weak. I hugged him tighter as I felt myself give away and I felt his soft and hesitant touch on my messy hair. To think all I needed was a hug from my... "WAIT A MINUTE!" Smells good? Muscular backs? What do you mean sturdy hard body?! And why would he hesitantly touch my hair, when usually he just messes it all up! I stepped back and pushed away from the boy I was hugging. "Oh, my ovaries!"

What a handsome young man! I felt as if his deep dark eyes were invading my soul, as he slightly leaned his head to the left and stared at me confused. He smiled awkwardly at me when he noticed my embarrassment. His cheeks lift up when he smiled and made his masculine face look adorably cute. I was still really confused and didn't notice I was still walking backwards as I stared at his face. And when I finally recognised him, I tripped and fell on my ass.

- Young... Young K! - I almost screamed and then looked around and realised DAY6 were in my living room looking at my drunk self.

I saw Young K biting his lower lip gently as he decreased the distance between us and reached out his hand to me.

- You know my name! It's only fair if I know yours too. - he said with what I thought it was a kind but at the same time naughty smile.

- Fuck.

- What? - he asked letting a laugh escape and bit his lip again.

- Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me! Fuck! NO! No, I don't mean that, hhhhhh fuck!

- What the fuck is wrong with you, Violet!? - I heard big bother Kim Jii shout behind Young K.

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link. Idk why but posts with links don't show up on the tumblr's search feature anymore. So, I'll leave the link to my master list there, where you can find the other chapters easily. I hope this is still functional for you guys, sorry for the trouble. I hope you can still enjoy my work despite the technical issues.

Additional information: Violet calls Kim Jii and Kim Joon brothers, but their not her real brothers. She simply loves them a lot and since they live together they became each other family xD

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A/N: This wasn't a very long chapter but It was just the beginning! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know your thoughts about it ~

See you next time, hugs from your Sweet Little Bird.

[vortexofentertainment]

The Few Things - Chapter 10

Smut. I’m still kinda new to writing it, but here it is. 

**Of course, I don’t own Pitch Perfect, or the characters, or the scene that I pulled from in PP3 later on in this chapter.**

The date could not have gone better in Beca’s mind. She had successfully pulled off a fancy evening at a fancy restaurant without embarrassing herself too badly. They had talked and laughed and kept things light. Beca felt like she was soaring. She had never had so much fun on a date.

Chloe seemed happy, too. At least, Beca took her giggling and constant pecks on the cheek to mean she was. 

They were walking back to Chloe’s apartment, hand in hand in the night under the city lights. 

“It’s still kind of early,” Chloe said as they stopped in front of her building. “Do you want to come up for a glass of wine or something?”

“That sounds great,” Beca smiled. She had no intentions of leaving Chloe so soon. 

“Awes,” Chloe said with a grin and pulled Beca up the stairs. 

They made their way to Chloe’s apartment, both shedding their shoes at the door. It felt good to be barefooted. It made Beca more comfortable. She didn’t want to shed her blazer jacket. It went well with the white dress that resembles an oversized men’s dress shirt with a thick black belt covering some of her torso. The knee-high boots she took off had been killing her feet all night, so getting rid of those made her a feel a little better. 

She still couldn’t get over how amazing Chloe looked. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that she’s a beautiful, hot, sexy woman. But tonight, in the off the shoulder flowery red dress that fell to just above her knees… she was smokin’. Beca felt all types of things while looking at her red painted lips and hair that was up in a high ponytail, exposing more skin around her neck and shoulders. It had taken a lot of concentration on Beca’s part for her to not just stare in awe at her beautiful girlfriend. 

Her girlfriend. The thought still made her giddy. 

“So, I hope you’re good with white wine because I may have finished all the red the other day after I finished studying,” Chloe said with a giggle from the kitchen. 

The image of Chloe in the kitchen, reaching up to grab the glasses made Beca’s heart flutter. The dress came up a little higher, and Beca took note of Chloe’s biceps and how muscular her arms were. 

She was feeling bold. She and Chloe had been on the cusp of something great so many times since the heated kiss in her room not too long ago. She wanted to take that leap and go a step further. She felt like she was ready. 

Beca found herself wandering into the kitchen behind Chloe. She was still stretched out, trying to reach the two wine glasses that seemed to be just out of her grasp. Beca wrapped her arms around the redhead’s torso, letting her hand spread across Chloe’s stomach. She rested her chin on Chloe’s shoulder. Beca felt Chloe’s hands fall onto hers and intertwine their fingers. Beca turned her head so that her lips were brushing against Chloe’s neck.

“What are you up to?” Chloe asked with a smirk. She let her temple rest on Beca’s forehead.

“What if we skip the wine?” Beca asked in a hushed voice as she placed a kiss on Chloe’s jaw. She could hear and feel the breath catch in Chloe’s throat. 

“We could do that,” Chloe answered quietly. Beca could feel the way she was tensed up, her neck slightly strained as her eyes closed and she captured her bottom lip between her teeth. “But only if you’re sure.”

Beca smiled a bit. Chloe had been nothing but perfect to her. She was taking things slow, but Beca knew what she wanted and what she felt. 

“I’m sure,” Beca told her, lips moving against Chloe’s skin. She smelt like vanilla. It was enticing.

“I’m serious, Becs.” Chloe’s nails dug into Beca’s skin enough for her to register exactly how much Chloe was holding back. It made her body tingle even more as she placed an open mouth kiss on the redhead’s neck. 

“I am too.” 

Chloe turned in her arms and looked at her. Those bright blue eyes were searching Beca’s for any sign of a second thought or doubt. She wasn’t going to find it. Beca’s entire body was humming and she wanted more. The feel of Chloe in her arms wasn’t enough. 

The thought of Chloe writhing in her arms, however, sent a hot flash to her core. Chloe must have picked up on the fire that ignited Beca’s eyes because she leaned forward.

It was a soft kiss. Chloe’s lips molded perfectly to Beca’s. It wasn’t enough though. Beca readjusted her angle and kissed Chloe with more fervor. She pushed her up against the counter, letting their bodies press together completely. She slipped her knee between Chloe’s in the most natural way and deepened the kiss even more. 

Their tongues tangled together in Chloe’s mouth. Beca was in control, which was different. She liked the feeling, but a part of her wanted Chloe to take over and lead her through it all. 

As if reading her mind, Chloe broke the kiss to move her lips to Beca’s neck. Beca draped her arms over Chloe’s shoulders as she clung to her. She could feel Chloe’s teeth graze her skin followed immediately by her tongue. It was electrifying.

The heat that settled between her legs was unbearable. She needed more. More, more, more.

“Chloe,” Beca said, voice barely audible. 

She needed something. She wasn’t sure what because she had never done this with a girl, and her sexual adventures with men were limited. She knew, though, that she needed more of Chloe. She wanted her everywhere. She wanted to breathe Chloe. 

At the sound of her name, Chloe was moving. She started to guide Beca towards the bedroom, moving her lips back to Beca’s as she pushed the blazer from her shoulders. Her fingers worked with exact precision as she started to unbutton Beca’s dress, undoing the belt and letting it join the rest of Beca’s clothing on the floor. 

They stood at the edge of Chloe’s bed, Beca in her underwear and scrambling to get Chloe’s dress off. It fell off easily once she found the zipper. 

Beca pulled away to look down between them. Chloe’s body was slim and perfect. She wanted to kiss and taste every inch of it. Their hips were pressed together, their stomachs parting just a bit as they reconnected at their foreheads.  

Beca let her hand rest on Chloe’s stomach. The skin was smooth and hot. Her eyes traveled up to Chloe’s strapless bra and to the expanse of freckles that spread across her chest. Her mouth was suddenly so dry.

When she looked back up, she saw that Chloe was looking at her the same way. Usually undressing was Beca’s least favorite part about sex. She always felt so vulnerable and exposed. But now? Now she felt beautiful. The way Chloe was looking at her made Beca feel as if she could do anything. 

She could see the fire in Chloe’s eyes. Her pupils were blown with lust as she moved forward again. She pressed her lips to Beca’s as she turned and sat on the bed. Beca followed, not wanting to lose contact with Chloe one bit. She settled in her lap, straddling her hips like she had in her bed just a few days ago. 

Beca was lifted and spun so that her back hits the mattress. Chloe’s strength just continued to surprise her. 

Chloe was nestled perfectly between Beca’s open legs. She was looking at Beca in such a way that Beca was sure would cause her cheeks to erupt in flames (along with other parts of her body). When Chloe dipped back down, her lips found purchase on Beca’s neck. She knew that she was going to have a bruise where Chloe was sucking and nibbling, but she couldn’t find it in her to care. 

A roll of Chloe’s hips brought a moan from Beca. She just couldn’t believe how incredibly hot her body was. There was fire and Chloe everywhere, but not enough. 

The moan only spurred Chloe on. Her lips were back on Beca’s and the brunette was being kissed slowly and deeply with the movement of Chloe’s hips supplying just a hint of relief. 

Beca wanted to get her hands everywhere. She reached as far down as she could until her hands cupped Chloe’s ass. She pulled on them to encourage her rocking. She thought she might die if Chloe stopped. 

Chloe kissed her way down to Beca’s collarbone, letting her tongue leave wet dots wherever is pressed. It made Beca’s breathing become even more labored, but a gasp escaped her lips when Chloe’s tongue and lips found their way to the swell of her breasts. 

Beca felt Chloe’s hands skirt up her back until the clasp of her bra was being popped open and suddenly it was gone. It was amazing how quickly Chloe could work, and Beca would have to remember to ask her about it. 

Chloe avoided the one spot on Beca’s breast that she desperately wanted her to settle on. Instead, she kissed all around the peak that was begging for attention. 

Beca’s hands instinctively go to Chloe’s hair that’s still up in a ponytail. She tried to be gentle as she attempted to take it down, she really did, but she heard Chloe hiss when she finally worked the tie out of those red locks. 

“Sorry,” Beca apologized as she tried to soothe Chloe by running her fingers gently through her hair. 

“Don’t be,” Chloe answered in a low voice that made the heat between Beca’s legs grow. Chloe’s sexy voice was… well… sexy. “I like it.”

With one swift motion, Chloe’s lips are wrapped around Beca’s nipple. Beca inhaled sharply, taking in the sensation gladly as her fingers twist a little tighter in Chloe’s hair. The way Chloe’s tongue swirled around the peak of skin and then gently sucked had Beca squirming. 

“Do you like this?” Chloe asked as she moved to Beca’s other breast.

“Mhmm,” Beca managed to nod. She had a solid grip on Chloe to keep her exactly where she was. She felt Chloe’s other hand that wasn’t still behind her, pulling her closer, reach up and start to tweak the nipple that had been abandoned. 

Beca bit her bottom lip to keep the noises she wanted to make at bay but couldn’t help but arch her back into the touch. Her hips moved without her consent to grind against Chloe.

Her lips were being kissed again, but the only thing Beca could focus on was the feather-like touches of Chloe’s fingers skimming down her stomach and stopping at the waistband of her underwear. 

“Can I?” Chloe asked once more as she pulled away from Beca’s lips and locked eyes with her. Beca would find it endearing if she wasn’t about to combust from not being touched.

“Please…” Beca whined. She didn’t mean for it to sound so needy or desperate, but she really doesn’t care. It was like Chloe was everywhere but exactly where Beca needed her. Their bodies were pressed together, the heat was unbearable, and Chloe was still wearing entirely too many articles of clothing.

With that thought, Beca reached around and unclasped Chloe’s bra quite impressively. She was expecting to fumble, a lot of fumbling actually. She had never undone another girl’s bra before. Beginners luck, she supposed. 

Before Beca could do what she wanted to do to Chloe’s breasts, Chloe’s fingers had dipped under Beca’s waistband and found their way to the throbbing bundle of nerves begging for attention. 

Beca inhaled sharply when Chloe circled it once, then twice, and then she had a rhythm. Her lips were on Beca’s neck, biting and sucking at the same spot that Beca was coming to really love. 

Chloe’s movements were slow but precise. It had Beca closer to the edge sooner than she would have like. It was just the way Chloe’s body moved against hers and the way her teeth grazed her skin and her tongue soothed it… it was all too much for Beca to comprehend, but she needed more.

“Chlo,” Beca exhaled as she rocked her hips to meet the rhythm. 

With one slick move, Chloe dipped her fingers down and into Beca who arched her back once again in response. Her hands flew to Chloe’s back, scratching and gripping to find some kind of anchor. With each move of Chloe’s nimble fingers, Beca felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

She reached for Chloe’s neck and pulled her back so that she could kiss her properly. The redhead’s fingers moved back up to circle Beca’s clit a couple of times before dipping back down and in to continue their thrusting.

Beca was close, but not quite there. “Harder,” she mumbled against Chloe’s lips. She noticed the stutter in Chloe’s movements, but she recovered quickly.

Chloe thrust her fingers in deeper and harder, causing Beca to moan louder than ever. Embarrassingly loud, actually. If she had any care in the world right now, she would be paranoid that Chloe’s walls were too thin, and she’d wake the neighbors. But she didn’t care, because she had Chloe Beale fucking her and that was all that mattered.  

“What do you need?” Chloe asked as she trailed kisses back down to Beca’s breast.

“Just…” Beca started but stopped when Chloe’s fingers hit just the right spot that sent her grasping for anything to hold on to. One hand landed in Chloe’s hair while the other twisted in the sheets. “Don’t stop,” Beca breathed and Chloe didn’t. 

The waves of pleasure that rocked through Beca’s body were mind-blowing. Her hips jerked on their own volition as she came. Chloe slowed her movement just a tad to let Beca ride it out. Her body stilled as the orgasm came to an end, but she felt as if her entire body was humming still.  

Her breath was ragged, and her body was slick with sweat. That went for both of them, actually. Beca noticed a grin on Chloe’s face as she hovered over her, waiting to kiss Beca again.

“That was…” Beca started but she had no words.

“Sounded like it,” Chloe smirked as she leaned down. Her lips brushed against Beca’s before she pulled back. “I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered before kissing just off the corner of Beca’s mouth. 

Beca had no idea what Chloe was talking about, mostly because her mind was still reeling, but she quickly caught on as she watched Chloe kiss her way down Beca’s body. Chloe pulled Beca’s underwear down and off completely, taking the time to take her own off in the process. 

“Oh my god,” Beca moaned as she felt Chloe’s tongue run through her folds. Just the sight alone was enough to almost send her flying back over the edge. 

She bunched the covers up in her fists to keep from pulling Chloe’s hair out like she was afraid she’d do, but she felt a hand wrap around one of her wrists. Chloe guided the hand to her red locks and gave an encouraging squeeze. 

Beca gave Chloe’s hair a little tug as she felt her tongue swirl around her already swollen clit. 

“Fuck!” Beca moaned as Chloe started to suck. 

That was enough to send the second wave of an orgasm crashing over her. It was more mind-numbing than the first and she had to forcefully pull Chloe up from between her legs to make her stop. She couldn’t handle anymore. 

“I’ve been wanting to taste you for a while now,” Chloe grinned as she settled on top of Beca as if she hadn’t just done or say unspeakable things. Beca had never had someone be so forward, or good at what Chloe had just done. She liked it, a lot. The dirty talk, the dirty things, it was something she could definitely grow accustomed to. 

“So sorry to keep you waiting,” Beca chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Chloe’s back to pull her closer. She bent her knee and pressed up between Chloe’s legs. She could feel the wetness there and wanted to do something about it.

“Want to taste?” Chloe asked.

“Wha-“

Beca was interrupted by Chloe’s tongue in her mouth and the taste of herself overwhelming the kiss. Her mind was going haywire. The sexiness of Chloe, the taste of herself, the way Chloe was grinding gently on her leg, it was all just sending sparks flying in every direction. 

She tightened her grip on Chloe and rolled with her until she was on top. She deepened the kiss and took full control. She was excited and nervous at the same time. She wanted to be perfect for Chloe. 

“What do you need?” Beca whispered as she kissed Chloe’s jaw. 

She let her fingers travel down the redhead’s body until they settled between her legs. Chloe was wetter than she initially thought. The small groan that escaped her lips with just a brush of Beca’s hand told her she was doing something right.  

She shut her mind off. She didn’t want to overthink anything. She just wanted to do everything right.

She started to move her fingers against the bundle of nerves that had been so horribly neglected while Chloe was working on Beca. Beca cursed herself for not paying more attention, but then again, she was extremely distracted and planned on making up for it.

“A little to the left,” Chloe told her and Beca obliged. She wanted nothing more than to make Chloe feel how she had felt twice. “Right there, don’t… oh, fuck, don’t stop.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Beca whispered as she dipped her head and took one of Chloe’s nipples into her mouth. 

She felt Chloe’s fingers tangle in her own hair, and she kind of got what was so great about it. The sharp pain of a hair tug was sexy. No guy had ever done that before, or maybe they had and Beca just couldn’t for the life of her remember. Her mind was otherwise occupied.

“Beca,” Chloe moaned as her grip tightened. 

“Tell me,” Beca said. She needed to be told until she learned what all of Chloe’s ticks were. She wanted to be perfect at it, and she was thoroughly looking forward to all the practice.

“I need you,” Chloe exhale and Beca understood. 

She slid her fingers down and pushed one into Chloe. She tried to mimic the curling motion Chloe had used but decided it wasn’t enough, so she added another. 

“Yes,” Chloe exhaled as Beca quickened her pace. 

She found her way back up to Chloe’s lips and kissed her deeply. She rocked her own hips against the back of her hand to add to the movement she had already worked up to. That did the trick because the next thing she knew was that Chloe was clenched around her and very still. 

Beca slowed her fingers a bit and watched as Chloe’s brown furrowed and her mouth hung open. Beca placed a kiss on her jawline and then her cheek.

“You’re really good at that,” Chloe finally exhaled as her whole body relaxed. Beca removed her fingers slowly and brought them up to Chloe’s mouth. 

“Wanna taste?” she asked with a devilish smirk. She was curious now. Not only did she want to even the orgasm score, but she wanted to see what it was actually like to do that.

The look on Chloe’s face was priceless to Beca. It was a mixture of shock and pure lust. Her lips twitched upward just slightly. The smile dropped just a bit when Beca started to nibble at Chloe’s neck.

“Becs, you don’t have to…”

“I want to,” Beca said as she kissed her way down to Chloe’s collarbone. She was feeling kind of dirty now. She was willing to test the waters. “I want to taste you,” she said as she kissed Chloe’s breast. Chloe’s back arched in response. “And make you scream my name,” she added as she kissed around Chloe’s bellybutton. “And I want to get good at this,” she kissed right above her final destination. “So that I can do it over, and over, and over…”

She felt Chloe finally take her fingers into her mouth and swirl her tongue around them. Beca looked up with a grin as she settled between Chloe’s legs.

“You’ll have to tell me if I’m not doing this right,” she said before pressing her tongue to Chloe’s opening. 

Her fingers came out of Chloe’s mouth as Chloe let her head hit the pillow. Instead, Beca brought her other hand up and squeezed both of Chloe’s breasts in unison. 

“Fuck, Beca,” Chloe moaned as Beca swirled her tongue around Chloe’ clit. “I can’t…” she started to say but was cut off when Beca moved her tongue down and into her opening. “Shit,” she said as her hands flew to Beca’s hair. 

Beca hummed in approval. She loved that she had this effect on Chloe. She loved hearing Chloe curse like that. It gave her a high all by itself. 

“I’m going to cum,” Chloe told her, which sent hot flashes throughout Beca’s body. Hearing Chloe say those words like that… in that way… to Beca… because of what she was doing… wow. 

Beca moved her tongue back up and closed her lips around Chloe’s bundle of nerves, sucking as Chloe had done to make her finish for the second time. 

It worked for Chloe too, because she was making that face again but this time her hips jerked against Beca’s face and her thighs closed around Beca’s ears. 

When she finally relaxed, Beca placed kisses along Chloe’s body again as she made her way back up to her lips. She kissed Chloe once more, deep and passionate. Their tongues swirled around each other’s less and less until Beca placed a chaste kiss on those beautiful lips of Chloe’s and settled beside her. 

“You’ve never done that before?” Chloe asked as she turned to face Beca, still breathless. 

Beca simply shook her head as a satisfactory grin spread across her lips. She turned so that she was facing Chloe, too. She reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind the redhead’s ear. 

She watched as Chloe reached up and traced a finger down the side of her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into it a bit, and took note of how she was feeling. 

She had this floating sensation. Like she was a little light headed but completely grounded at the same time. 

The fingers traced down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. It went back and traced around her shoulder blade as Chloe pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

Beca wanted to say something to make the moment even better, but she couldn’t think of anything. That wasn’t really her strong suit. She could probably make a mean playlist about it, or even one of her old mixes would do, but she’d save that for another time. 

Instead, all she did was wiggle her way closer to Chloe so that she was wrapped in the redhead’s arms completely. With their legs intertwined and bodies pressed together, Beca took a deep breath and drifted to sleep before she had a chance to think about much else. 

**

When she woke up the next morning, her body ached in all the right places. She was turned over and facing the opposite way she had fallen asleep facing, and she felt Chloe pressed up against her back. 

Chloe’s fingers were tracing lines from Beca’s elbow up to her shoulder. She could feel Chloe perched up on one elbow looking down at her. 

“You know, some people frown upon being watched while they sleep,” she said quietly as she opened her eyes and turned to face her girlfriend. 

A grin spread across her lips and Chloe leaned down to press a chaste kiss against them. “Good morning,” the redhead said in sleepy, morning voice.

“Morning,” Beca answered as she settled on her back. She took note of how beautiful Chloe looked. She knew that fact already, but still. It took her breath away every time. “How are you so beautiful in the morning?”

“I was about to ask you the same question,” Chloe replied. She bent back down and kissed Beca a little more passionately. 

“Mm,” Beca groaned as she pulled away from Chloe before the kiss could go further. “I have morning breath.”

“Becs,” Chloe said giving her a knowing look. “I couldn’t care less,” she went on as she kissed Beca again. She slipped her tongue into the brunette’s mouth effortlessly. 

When they broke apart, Beca turned to look at the clock that was sitting on the nightstand. She sat up quickly, pushing Chloe off of her in the process. 

“Is that the time?” she asked looking between Chloe and the clock.

“Um, yeah?” Chloe answered as she righted herself on the bed. 

“Shit,” Beca mumbled as she jumped out of the bed and started to reach for her clothes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, my boss is going to kill me!”

“What?” Chloe asked as Beca threw on her clothes from the night before. They were wrinkled, and she knew she looked a mess, but she had no other option.

“I’m going to be late. I have a huge meeting this morning with some artist that’s basically the worst human on the planet, but I have to meet with him to show him the changes I made to his song in,” she looked at the clock, “twenty minutes.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have gotten you up!” Chloe said as she threw Beca her underwear in an attempt to help. 

The brunette slipped them on under her dress and rushed back over to the bed. She crawled towards Chloe, placed a kiss on her lips, and then started for the door. 

“I forgot! I’ll see you later!” Beca rushed out the door and down the steps. It only hit her as she stood on the side of the street that she didn’t have a ride. 

“Beca!” Chloe said as she rushed down the stairs. She was wrapping a robe around her still naked body. Parts of which Beca could still see.  

“Dude! Clothes!” Beca said as Chloe finally got her robe tied securely around her.

“Get in my car,” Chloe said as she grabbed Beca’s hand and drug her towards the apartment building’s parking garage. “I’ll drive you.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Beca exhaled as she crawled into Chloe’s passenger seat. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to the redhead’s cheek.

“Anything for my girl,” Chloe grinned as she put the car in reverse and backed out. 

Her girl.

**

Beca walked home in a daze. The last hour or so replayed in her mind as if she were watching it on a tv screen.

There was yelling, lots of yelling. She had stayed quiet though. Her dreams were out the window. Just like that. One hour was all it took. Except, it was her choice. The words had just flown out of her mouth. Pimp-Lo had pushed her too far. 

She found herself outside of her apartment door. She fumbled with her keys. Her hands were trembling. Out of anger or something else, she wasn’t sure which. 

When she finally managed to get the door open, she immediately heard talking. She put on a brave face. She was fine. Everything was fine.

“You’re home early,” Amy said as she sat on the couch. 

“I, um, I quit,” Beca said quietly. 

Amy stood up quickly and looked at her best friend as Beca dropped her things next to the door. 

“What?” Amy asked. Beca started to pace.

“I quit my job,” Beca repeated with a tight smile and a struggling thumbs up in an attempt to make the sentence a bit lighter.

“You got fired?!” Amy asked as she wrapped her arms around Beca.

“Oh, come on,” Beca groaned as she fought against Amy. “I didn’t get fired. I quit, and you are kind of making it worse,” Beca added as Amy pulled her down to the couch.

“Release all the negative energy! No, seriously, open your legs or something. It’ll help,” Amy instructed as she demonstrated what she meant. 

“Why are you like this?” Beca mumbled, her shoulders pulled up around her chin in an attempt to squirm away. 

“You’re going to come back from this so fast,” Amy said, and she pulled Beca closer.

“Mm,” 

“You know why? Because you have an amazing best friend.”

“Is that you?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay,”

Amy finally sat up, pulling Beca with her. “But seriously, you’re going to be okay. Because you have to pay the rent, and since I’m staying here now that’s super important.”

“You could get a job, you know,” Beca suggested.

“Beca,” Amy said seriously. “You’re in shock. Let’s get you something to eat.”

Beca watched as her friend got up and moved towards the kitchen. As Amy rifled through the pantry, Beca pulled her phone out and looked down at a notification that had popped up onto her screen. It was from Instagram saying that “@blissfullybeale” had tagged her in a photo.

She opened the picture and rolled her eyes a bit and smiled. It was a picture Chloe had taken of her before they went out yesterday. She didn’t know Chloe had taken the picture, but she had and apparently, it was Instagram worthy. 

Chloe had told her about a building she had been in once with an amazing view. She insisted that they stop in since it was on their way to the restaurant and they had plenty of time. Beca had agreed (of course) and Chloe was right, the view was amazing. 

The picture Chloe had snapped was of Beca in front of a large window with the city behind her. Beca was looking off to the side as she tried to get her hair to stay where she wanted it to. 

What Chloe didn’t know was that Beca had taken a photo of her own. One where Chloe was talking to some other people at the restaurant. Beca had gone to the restroom and came back to find Chloe speaking adamantly with another couple as they waited to be seated. 

She decided it was time to post it on Instagram. None of her family followed her on the site. She made sure of that by blocking them all after they freaked about a picture she posted with “foul language” in it. Honestly, they didn’t even know Beca.

“Here,” Amy said as she tossed a poptart towards Beca. Somehow, Beca managed to catch it before it hit her in the face. She looked down at the foil wrapping and then back up at Amy. 

“Thanks,” she deadpanned. There was a poptart missing from the package. Amy was already chewing on the first bite.

Beca’s phone vibrated again but this time it was a snapchat from Chloe. It was a picture of Chloe’s neck where Beca had gotten a little carried away last night. It was lightly bruised from Beca’s lips and Beca was willing to bet she had a matching one on her own neck. 

The caption simply read ‘Miss you’. Beca swiped up to reply. She typed ‘Then come over’ and hit send. 

**

Chloe was there in a matter of minutes. She was worried. Beca shouldn’t be home so soon, and Beca wasn’t giving her any indication as to why. So, here she was. Standing in front of the door worrying about a girl was fairly certain she was falling in love with. 

She knocked on the door and Fat Amy answered. Beca was sitting at the kitchen table picking at her food, but she looked over at her. Her face lit up when she saw Chloe. 

“She got fired,” Amy said before Chloe could even say hi. The redhead tore her eyes away from Beca to look at Amy with concern. 

“Amy!” Beca snapped. It brought Chloe’s attention back to her.

“No!” Chloe exhaled as she walked over to Beca. It was what she had feared. Did she cause Beca to be fired for making her late? Twice, now that Chloe thought about it.

“I didn’t get fired, I quit.”

“Oh,” Chloe said as she looked over her shoulder at Amy. Amy’s eyes were wide, and she was subtly shaking her head. “Um, so, you’re okay?” Chloe asked turning back to Beca. She was thoroughly confused. 

“Perfect,” Beca replied, although Chloe didn’t believe her. “I haven’t actually done anything there since my first year as an intern,” Beca went on. “They were holding me back creatively and I know I could do so much better.” Chloe wasn’t sure who Beca was trying to convince. “I’m going to stick to just being a DJ for the time being. I’m good at that. I can do what I want with that.”

Beca was nodding and picking at the poptart in front of her. Chloe’s hand was resting on Beca’s wrist because she couldn’t keep her hand still long enough to actually be held. Her foot was tapping quickly.

“Hey,” Chloe said quietly as she reached up to gently turn Beca’s head towards her. They locked eyes, and Chloe could see the wheels turning in Beca’s mind. She looked scared and confused, but also maybe kind of proud for actually going through with it. There was a lot of emotion there that she was trying to suppress. “You’re going to be okay.”

“I told her that,” Amy mumbled but Chloe didn’t take her eyes off Beca. 

Finally, Beca nodded just slightly. Her lips were parted just a bit and she was concentrating hard on Chloe. She decided to give Beca her best smile, one that she hoped would ease her mind at least a little. 

The change in Beca’s face was obvious. Her eyes softened, the corner of her lips turned upward, and her foot stopped tapping. She looked more relaxed. Chloe was in awe of the fact that she could make it happen for the brunette. She wanted nothing more than to keep it that way and make sure Beca was always at ease. 

“Why don’t you go take a shower? It’ll make you feel better. Cleaner maybe,” Chloe suggested with the raise of her eyebrows. 

Beca nodded again gently, but when she got up she wouldn’t let go of Chloe’s hand. Chloe stood with her and followed. 

“Oh, well, alright then. I’ll just be in my room!” Amy called after them, but Chloe wasn’t really listening. 

She followed Beca into the bathroom and stood in front of her. They were just staring at each other until, finally, Chloe couldn’t take it anymore. 

She wrapped Beca into a hug. She wanted to make sure that her girlfriend (wow she still couldn’t believe that was a thing) knew that she was there for her. 

Beca’s arms wrapped around Chloe tightly. They stood in the middle of the bathroom, holding each other for what seemed like only a few seconds, but minutes had passed, and Chloe really did want to just let Beca take a nice shower. She knew the powers something like that could have on a crappy day. 

“I’ll be in your room, okay?” Chloe breathed as she pulled away from Beca. She thought maybe Beca needed to be alone for a second to gather herself. She cupped the brunette’s cheeks and kissed her gently. 

“What, now that we’re together you don’t feel the need to barge into my shower anymore?” Beca joked as she kissed Chloe again. “Stay.”

“Only if you want me to,” Chloe answered in between kisses that were growing hotter and hotter.

“Of course, I want you to.” 

Chloe couldn’t think anymore. Beca’s hands wandering all over her body were far too distracting. 

CONTINUE

[jordmacwriting]

Never Say Die Chapter 4

A/N: ummm adventure is coming. that’s all

Masterlist//Chap 1//Chap 2//Chap 3//Chap 4//Chap 5//Chap 6//Chap 7//Chap 8//

Requested: no

Warnings: none

Word Count: 798

The next morning, I woke up earlier than Ford and my dad, and got ready for the funeral.

I recalled Ty’s words, about finding him if I wanted to go on an adventure….maybe the two of us could sneak away and see if there’s anything interesting in this boring old house.

By eleven, the whole group was at a cemetery, and Chunk was speaking about Sloth. Then each of the “Goonies” stood up and said some words about Sloth, mostly about how he saved their lives on their wildest adventure they had ever had.

We then all went back to the bed and breakfast, and Chunk stopped at a restaurant and got us all food.

I sat with all the kids and Chunk’s kids talked about the role Sloth had in their life.

I was finishing up a burger when Ty stood up.

“Guys, as great of a state Oregon is, I’m bored. Extremely bored. There’s got to be some kind of adventurous thing in this old house,” he said.

“I agree. Let’s go sneak around.” I pitched in.

“(Y/N), no. Dad will kill you, especially if you go with him.”

“Why...why would your father kill you if you were with me?” Ty pestered.

“Oh..you know dads and their overprotectiveness,” you stuffed some fries in your mouth in order to change the subject back to sneaking around.

“Let’s go!” Ellie said.

So quietly, by families, everyone went upstairs, pretending to go to their rooms.

“From the one time I was here before Grandma and Grandpa Walsh moved away, there was an attack, somewhere around here.” Kate said.

“Maybe right here?” Ty pointed to a string that connected to the ceiling.

“Try it Ty, it might lead to something.” Marlee supported.

He pulled on the string and a ladder came clacking down to the ground.

“Well, who wants to go up first?” Ford asked uneasily.

“Gladly.” I responded, putting my hand on the ladder.

“Dad’s gonna kill you,” he whispered.

“Let him try.”

I walk up the ladder into a dark room.

“Someone hurry up here with their phone. I can’t see a thing,”

“Coming right up!”

I move away from the ladder and sit on the floor of the room, waiting for the voice to show up with a light.

“Here you go,” a British voice says. “Now you can see.”

A light is shone in my eyes, causing me to squint.

“Sorry darling,”

The light moves, and goes around the room.

It’s dusty, mostly with old dressers and boxes.

“Get up here you guys.” Ty says.

More of the kids start to climb up the ladder, and Ty helps me off the ground so we can look in the dressers.

“Let’s check out this one first,” I motion to the box closet to us.

I kneel down and open it up, Ty’s light shining onto the box, looking through what it contained.

“Nothing in here but old papers. Nothing interesting. It looks like paper work for the house.” I inform the group. “Keep on looking everybody, there’s got to be something.”

I move up from the ground and walk over to a box in the corner, Ty following me.

I open the box and search through the box.

“Lots of papers,” I tell Ty. “Oh sh-“

I pull my finger back and look at it.

“Did you get a papercut darling?” He queried, holding the light up to my finger.

“Looks like it,” I snicker. “Feels like it too.”

“Let me look instead,” He hands me the phone. “And you hold the light.”

I hold the phone up to the box and Ty starts to file through the papers.

“This must have been what you cut your finger on,” he says, pulling out on old faded paper. “It...looks like a map of some sort.”

I grab the paper from his hands and look it over.

“It is a map….maybe for some kind of treasure thing,” I exclaim. “Everybody, get over here! I think we found something.”

Footsteps run over to where Ty and I sit, and look over the map with us.

“Who’s up here? You’re not allowed to be up there,” an old female voice says.

“Oh shoot, that’s the owner. She’s a real witch,” Axe says.

“I heard that! Get out of there right now!”

I fold up the map and slip into Ty’s hand.

“Put this in your pocket and hide it!” I whisper.

We all quickly climb back down the ladder and try avoid eye contact with the owner, then run back down to our parents.

Before I reach my dad, Ty pulls me back by the staircase.

“Get everybody up in my family’s room. We need to check out this map,” he says with a wink.

tag// @kingsofyewnork

QOTP: What is your favorite 80s movie?

AOTP: Goonies :p