#if he were in my vicinity it’d be done and over

[iwaasfairy]

I must admit Kuroo is one fine lad and when HE'S IN THAT SUIT?

YAAAAAHSSYHSH IKR UGhhh he’s so big and just,,, I knoWWW he smells nice. He smiles nice and chuckles in that way that men do that makes you wanna ride them right then and there I JUST I JUST I JUST wanna!!! Have!!! Business man kuroo. Senpai kuroo. Dilf kuroo I wAaNNTTT himmm

[fauxnotice]

ALIEN SKINCARE. v! blue lock/male! reader. originally posted on quotev. masterlist.

CHAPTER III. ARE YOU SEEING MY ABUDNANT VIRTUE? ARE YOU?

CONTENT WARNING for very vaguely implied disordered eating. 

What was up with you? Today specifically.

Normally, you weren’t so volatile. Your grasp on the way you present yourself was steely. Maybe it was the stress? Something was in the air? The sudden change of environment ticked you off? Either way, it’s … worrying, somewhat. And unnecessary. Was getting worked up over some random’s baseless assumption of you fully taken from a singular match worth it? Was it in-character for you? Did the image of a “Slumbering Angel” completely leave his mind, now that his career was crushed beneath its heel? 

Where the hell did that title even come from? This is the first time you’ve heard of it. And he said it like it’s some wide-spread moniker, which is crazy, because no person back in Chiba had called you that. At least not to your face.

Who knows what people are saying behind your back. You’ve made peace with this fact, so it’s rather jarring how your perception of it changes once football is involved. It’s irritating, that you cannot take control of how others perceive you, as a player. There’s only one, singular “you”, with a certain form, whose plays are objective. The fact that people could bend that form to their liking as they please in their minds makes your skin crawl. An angel? It’s a joke so bitter it contaminates your brain with a special type of frustration that leaves you wanting to skin yourself raw.

Your gory musings are put on pause as Ego, in all his questionable glory, moves his plan along with no hitch. 

Meaning that he scoops all of you into the training room and leaves you to run until you drop. To you, who has spent years faithfully maintaining a training schedule, this isn’t much worse than a child’s play. As a plus, you use it as a way to rid yourself of anger and take your mind off of the earlier events. You’re rather pleased to see that quite a few people are keeping up rather well. Actual passionate and competent football players in your vicinity? Could be possible. 

Blue Lock is already making you brim with something you’d be hesitant to call hope. You don’t want to think about what exactly you could be hoping for, as it’d make you dive deeper into yourself, and that’d be too troublesome. Maybe you’re just chasing some strange kind of high. 

You spare a glance at the people (future teammates? Rivals?) around you. Out of everyone, the ones who really caught your eye were the duo who pulled that connected stunt earlier. Did they know each other beforehand? Or was that reaction a product of pure vibes? Still, it was a rather impactful first impression. When you reach into the very corners of your mind, you recall one of them being named Karasu … something, with his rather uniquely styled hair. You do worry about its health, with all that gel. 

If they turn out to be really good … well, you’ll be ready for that “spark” to light up your heart again.

After a while of running and other various physical activities, you’re finally allowed to take respite and touch some water. Which begins the realization of one of your worries that had formed once you were informed of your new living condition. 

Communal bathrooms.

Something about being in such a vulnerable state left you feeling … odd. Uneasy in your own body, even. But people usually didn’t have much of a problem with those, right? They just went in, cleaned themselves, and left. Presence of others didn’t change anything. It could even be considered a “bonding experience”, which is a rhetoric you never understood nor agreed with. How would seeing people naked make you feel closer to them? It made no sense. You suppose it’s a pervert’s saying.

Either way, you should just bite the bullet and go in. If you decided to wait until everybody else was done before going in, that would just mark you as an outlier, a person outside what is considered normal. Which you couldn’t afford, not after that shitfest earlier. 

“Everything alright over there?”

And boom, your thoughts get interrupted once again. When you turn to look at the culprit, there stands the dark haired boy, part of the wonder duo. Now that you look at him more closely, you notice a mole underneath his eye. Huh. If his face didn’t give off such a sleazy feel, you’d for sure consider it a symbol of beauty. And if his hair wasn’t so angular. What the hell was up with that?

“Yes, everything is fine. I’m just thinking” You smile, an attempt at hopefully shrugging his attention off of you. Then, as per your usual scheme, you turn the conversation around, further away from yourself. “What about you, Karasu-kun? Are you not going to shower?”

You feel gross pin pricks all across your skin when his gaze falls back onto you. Sure, it looks laid back enough, but you can basically taste the intention behind it. Those are the eyes of an analyst, that’s for sure. Inquisitive and piercing, yet almost unnoticeable to the oblivious.

You hated them, truly. 

“I can’t clean myself in peace when they’re actin’ like wild animals in there.” He vaguely gestures at the bathroom. “So I’ll wait ‘til they’re all done.”

You nod in understanding.  As if to further prove his point, a loud slam reverberates through the room, coupled with loud yelling. You fight back a sigh. Your stay at Blue Lock is looking to be much more tedious than you hoped for. You continue waiting in silence.

“That was a real interesting move earlier.” Karasu begins, to your distaste.

“Thank you.” you retort smoothly. You leave it at that, cutting the conversation short. You hadn’t paid attention to it earlier, but he also had a Kansai accent. You met two people with it, and it was just a single day. 

“Huh. Not much of a talker, are ya?” He comes to this conclusion, but he still tries to talk to you? What kind of logic was this caused by? Did he not see how stiff you were currently, all nasty and sticky with sweat? 

“Not when I’m sweaty, not really.”

Karasu snorts at that. “Fair ‘nuff.”

As you two stand side by side, waiting for the rest of your team to finish cleaning up, a terrifying fact dawns upon you. 

Since everybody else is already inside, that means you’ll be alone with Karasu. 

Now you wish you weren’t such a little bitch earlier. Sure, bathing surrounded by a bunch of strangers definitely would be highly uncomfortable, but it’s still somewhere within the realm of normalcy.

But being alone with another guy, one that’s obviously trying to pick your brain apart is even worse! The sheer awkwardness of it will surely kill you?! 

You could just leave. But you’re not too keen on the idea of walking around, possibly smelling like crazy. You truly set yourself up, like a fool. You reap what you sow.

The door rattles with the intensity of a horde of teenage boys forcing their way through it. At the back, you spot Karasu’s partner from earlier, but you begin to doubt the supposed newborn “partnership” when he walks by the two of you and sends a queasy glance your (specifically Karasu’s) way, who reciprocates in equal measure. 

Huh. So there is some form of tension between them. 

You internally debate if you should bother poking your nose into what’s none of your business. You’re wondering how their visible distatse of each other could possibly reflect on their football performance, but other than that, you don’t give a shit. On the other hand, you’re feeling rather petty.

“You two don’t like each other?” You question innocently, on the lookout for any changes in Karasu’s expression. Disappointingly enough, he simply shrugs. 

“Otoya’s a weirdo.” 

Sure? As if that’s supposed to help? At least you got a name to connect with the face now. Currently, you know the names of three of your teammates, which you consider pretty good. You should get around to introducing yourself to everyone properly some time soon. 

Before you know it, the two of you make your way into the bathroom, still stuffy and warm from previous use. You separate, making sure to give each other enough space, but not far enough to be considered ridiculous and in turn, more awkward than it has to be. Even more importantly, far enough to not see each other, which is a big plus.

As you inspect the products given to you by the faculty, you almost barf. Did they seriously expect you to use these? Even worse, your portable skincare set that you always carry with you got confiscated at the entrance. Your skin is gonna look like shit by the end of this, you lament as you splash water onto your face, gently washing away the impurities that accumulated during the day. Well, that majorly ruined your moderately okay mood. 

Everything goes on as normal, as you meticulously clean yourself, efficiently ridding your form of the grime from top to bottom. Of course, Karasu’s presence makes it so that you couldn’t fully relax, leaving you to be constantly on edge, but you make do. The atmosphere is almost pleasant, to some degree.

That is, until your sight wanders and accidentally lands on him, or more precisely his hair. What you considered to be a product of outrageously heavy usage of gel doesn’t move an inch under the influence of water that cascades down. Its unnaturally sharp angle remains unchanged, almost as if it wasn’t hair at all? Was Karasu born with it, along with the spikes decorating the back of his head? Is it some long lasting advanced hairstyle which defied principles of physics and common sense in general?

What the fuck? 

You absently realize that you're staring. Full on gaping. Thankfully, you catch yourself in the act before Karasu does, though he does turn in your direction the moment you sharply face forward. You feel like you’re witnessing something that’s not necessarily personal, but it’s definitely something you keep to yourself. 

Eventually, you finish your washing routine. Just as you’re about to leave, you pause. 

You begin your extensive consideration. What should you do, now that you’re aware of Karasu’s situation? You two exchanged a few sentences at best, but they were all polite in nature, so you’d say you were acquaintances with positive undernotes. You should lay down the basics of your personality thickly, just so he’s completely aware of what kind of person you are. You want to appear considerate, helpful, reliable, all good traits for a future teammate. That’s easy enough; your opening is already there! 

With a deep breath, you call out to the other, who is also done with his own shower. Good, now no one is naked.

“What is it?” Karasu questions, taken aback by the unforeseen emotion behind your words. They hold heavy weight, and the air of the bathroom bristles with his anticipation. You hold his gaze. No one dares move. 

“If you ever need help with your hair, let me know.”

You leave, feeling rather satisfied with yourself.

Despite arriving some time after most, Hiori finds that the cafeteria is still bustling with life. 

With everyone being scattered across tables, rarely in company of others, it’s difficult to find a seat where he won’t have to intrude on anyone’s meal. It makes sense, as it’s only the first day (even if it does feel much like it’s been much longer), so no social groups have formed, even amongst teammates. 

That’s fine by him. Not like he was a social butterfly in the first place.

He looks down at his quite unimpressive serving of curry. From what he’s gathered, other than regularly served rice and miso soup, each contestant was given a special dish based on their ranking. Which made sense, logically speaking, since it was probably one of the ways to motivate those on the lower end to try climbing up. 

Lower end. Like Hiori himself. He has to admit that the number on his sleeve made him feel a little bitter. In the end, with all of his parents’ effort, he still ended up near the bottom. 

Hiori shakes the thought away. He entered Blue Lock solely for the sake of getting away from them, so still thinking about them is a waste of time. 

Just as he is about to bite into his food, a familiar face presents itself before him.

“Hi! Can I sit here?”

In an inversion of your previous interaction, you stand across him, tray in hand, and your signature smile set in place. If anything, you seem to be in an even better mood than usual, but Hiori hasn’t seen you display a wide array of emotions so he can’t really tell. Nonetheless, you weren’t unpleasant company, so letting you eat with him didn’t appear to be a bad choice. “Sure, ya can sit there.”

Looking closer, he now sees that your assigned dish is tonkatsu, as gained by the 241 on your shoulder. Exactly fifty ranks above him. He guessed that the gap between you two was caused by love for football. 

Hiori notes that you haven’t started eating yet, as your attention is entirely on his own meal. Before he can question it, you speak up first.

“Do you mind if we split our meals? So I get a half of yours, and you get a half of mine?”

Huh?

That’s a … weird offer. He overheard some guys swapping their food, but that’s not what you’re asking. At his silence, you seem to turn a bit bashful, an expression of yours that is new to Hiori. 

“Did that sound strange? I’m very sorry.” You move your hands in a quick motion. “You don’t have to agree if you don’t want to, I just thought-”

“No, it’s okay!” He cuts you off, also raising his hands as if to placate you. “It just took me off guard, that's all.”

Hiori’s the one who’s getting food better than his own for basically free, isn’t he? So he isn’t really losing anything by indulging in your puzzling request. A purchase with no currency spent.

“Great!” Like the flip of a lightswitch, your apologetic disposition resets back to a smiling one. In the blink of an eye, you push one plate of perfectly separated curry tonkatsu towards him, while taking the other one for yourself. Honestly, he’s kind of impressed at the precision and speed it took you to do this. 

Like a ghost that haunts him, the voices of his family ring through his psyche; is this meal not too unhealthy? Too fattening? Yo-chan, how are you going to become the best football player in the world if your diet is like that?

Hiori’s fist tightens around the utensil as he begins eating.

(He fails to notice just how unwillingly you push each bite into your mouth before forcibly swallowing.)

“So, you’re ranked 241st, huh?” Hiori begins, lacking any other proper topic to start a conversation with. Since you appear to be rather enthusiastic about the sport, it should be fine … ? Keep in mind, he barely knows you, but he also supposes that some form of amity might bring a form of respite in a cutthroat environment such as Blue Lock, especially since he hasn’t even met team Z properly. Adding allies to your party is never a bad thing, after all. Or rather, in this case, interacting with all sorts of characters, hearing their dialogue and forging links might be useful later on. 

Much to his surprise, instead of continuing the conversation like a regular person you just stare at him head on, forgetting whatever is left of your portion. Now, with the silence looming above him like an attack plane, Hiori is left feeling both very awkward and very freaked out. But genuinely, is it even his fault? It’s not like he said something preposterous enough to warrant this kind of reaction, is it? 

“Hiori-kun, you seem pretty smart.”

Okay? What sort of compliment is that? Is it even a compliment in the first place, or is it a part of some great ploy to insult his intelligence in a way that will scar him forever? 

“What do you think your football skill level is?” At this point, you’re somewhat leaning in towards him, elbows set on the table to support your weight. This sudden transition into the polar opposite of all of your previous behavior tilts him off-balance, only letting him stay still like a mouse in the cat’s jaw, or a corpse below a vulture. Yet, you don’t wait for him to catch up. “It’s a simple question. Are you good or not? You don’t need to think so much about it. Spit it out.”

Hiori is still stuck in a speechless state, your gaze alone threatening to crush him. You don’t even seem to be blinking. What’s your deal, seriously?! How did he get stuck with such a freak on the first day?

“There’s no need to interrogate Hiori like that, y’know. Let ‘im breathe.”

Both of you sharply turn to look at the newcomer.

And by everything, Hiori’s never been happier to see Karasu in his entire life. Incredible how he truly came in clutch, massively improving his chances of getting out of this encounter with minimal damage. He stands by your side, leaning onto the table, with his arm effectively cutting off Hiori from your field of view.

He notices that you two share the same marking of team V. 

You take a good, long look at your teammate. Then, as if nothing ever happened, you dare to grin, all pleasant as if you weren’t about to deal psychical damage to Hiori just a minute ago. “Right.” You lean back, successfully taking the suffocating atmosphere with you. Then, you turn towards him. “I’m so sorry about that, Hiori-kun. I guess the stress has gotten to me -our entrance exam did get pretty tense, after all.”

“It’s fine.” He quips, because to be honest? Hiori just wants to get out of here. Too bad that Karasu’s good graces seem to end here, as he adds onto what you said. 

“That’s true. What about ya, Hiori? How did yer exam go?”

“I’d say it was pretty good.” He hums, recalling the final few seconds during which he brutally ended another player’s entire career. “I mean, the strongest guy in my team got kicked out.”

Karasu nods. “Well, our strongest guy was too busy doing the kickin’ himself.” And even though it’s spoken in jest, when the duo turn their attention to you, you’re giving Karasu an indecipherable look, although your lips are still pulled across your face into that damned smile. You then proceed to stand up abruptly, bringing yourself to the same level as Karasu, using the opportunity to grasp his shoulder with your hand.

“It’s nice to see that you know each other! While you two catch up, I’ll go train until bedtime. See you tomorrow, Karasu-kun.” you face Hiori, smile softening at the edges, “And again, I’m very sorry about earlier. I hope we can talk again soon.” 

You walk away. 

Huh?

The two left at the table simply glance at each other.

(You also leave your tray behind. Karasu is the one who throws it in the trash.)

[rintarousgirl]

i wanna be yours -- 11. baby, i'm yours

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: making this series was so amazing. i got so much support throughout, and i've always wanted it to be the absolute best for all of you. i hope this is a satisfying ending in your eyes, even if it isn't in mine. i apologize for the hectic uploading schedule. i've been overestimating just how much i can do and recently had to drop a day in my schedule because i was just getting so sick and run down all the time. tysm to everyone who stuck around, i love every single person who takes the time to read my silly little internet stories.

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The hallway is quiet, save for the rolling carts of a few hotel maids. Kita had rented out the whole floor, seeing as we had two weekend shows at different locations in the same vicinity.

Your room had been on the far end, Kira’s next to it, and then the rest of the band. It’d been his idea, supposedly, but you’re sure the far proximity had something to do with Rintarou’s room down the hall.

You make your way down the hall, planting your feet right outside his room. You raise your hand to knock when your heart gives one particularly harsh beat in your chest that shocks through your core like lightning.

Fear.

What if he left you because he was bored? What if he lied? Maybe it wasn’t because he thought he was ruining your friendships, maybe he just wanted someone else.

Your stomach churns uneasily, rolling back into your gut like a tide before a tsunami.

You were stupid, so so stupid for all of this.

Your hand falls to your side, but you can’t seem to move your feet. They’re weights, stuck to your legs, keeping you grounded.

Flightless, trying to force you to accept the fears you’ve been mulling over for a month. All the running and avoiding. The hoops you jumped through so you could do his makeup and be done with him entirely. Out of blind anger, hatred, and pure unadulterated love.

You loved Suna Rintarou, and clearly he loved you it he was willing to let you go for your own happiness. And at the same time he was so unbelievably foolish.

You turn on your heel, and head back down the hall. In your pocket, your phone dings with another text from Tetsuroo.

You pull it out, halfway back down the hall, and read it.

“tell me how it goes!”

He was waiting on a response.

Your blood turned to steel in your veins. You weren’t gonna be a coward about this. No. Not when it’s about something this important.

You march back down the hall, right outside Rintarous door, and give three quick knocks. As soon as it sounds out, your hand falls to your side and you’re taking in deep breaths.

There’s a bit of shuffling on the other side, and the soft patter of footsteps, before the door swings open.

There stands Rintarou in all his glory.

Sleepy eyes look at you, blinking as if he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not. His pajamas hang loosely on his frame, and his hair is messed up but he still manages to stay so beautiful.

You cant help it.

“I love you,” you blurt out.

His lips part into a soft round ‘O’, and he still can’t quite seem to tell if he’s dreaming.

In a moment of delayed confidence, you lean forward and press your lips to his. He tastes of mint toothpaste and smells of shampoo. Exactly how you remember. Your hands reach up into his hair, curling in brunette locks as he smiles against your lips.

You pull back, cheeks flushed and giggling, “we still need to talk,” you declare, but his hand is on your waist and he’s leading you inside.

“Of course,” he says, pulling out a chair for you to sit in. You sit down as he pulls up another own for himself, looking all too comfortable in his pajamas.

You sit in silence for a second, taking in each others appearance. He must notice the way your eyebags had darkened or your skin had gotten paler. Just like how you’ve noticed how much more tired he’s been and how strained his voice has become.

“What happened?” you asked softly, looking down in your lap, “Between us, I mean…it couldn’t have just been Akaashi.”

He looks at his own lap, more so with an expression of shame. His hair hangs in front of his beautiful eyes. You want nothing more than to kiss him once again and sweep him tight into your arms.

“I didn’t want to see you upset,” he whispers weakly, “It killed me to see you so stressed, especially with me at the root of it. I thought if I left, maybe you’d be able to make up with your friend. I never meant to hurt you.”

His tone is genuine, and his eyes shine with sincerity as he looks at you. No hints of secrecy, or anything. Just admiration and regret.

“You’re so stupid,” you laugh, “both of you. I cant believe… how could have you even come to that conclusion?”

And despite it all, you’re still so unbelievably in love with him and all he stands for. All he’s done. Proud of his accomplishments, grateful for how well he treats you.

You rise from your seat, and walk in front of him. His hands come to rest on the backs of your thighs as you cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Can you forgive me?” he asks, a little cheekily, a small smile growing big on his lips.

You pretend to ponder for a moment, before sealing your decision with a sweet kiss.

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★ - akaashi ditched the way he normally texted when apologizing

★ - after akaashi's apology, there is a one month time skip

★ - suna and akaashi never truly made up and became friends, but they're on even terms now

★ - y/n and kiyoko do end up meeting in the future, but y/n doesn't even recognize her until she says her name

★ - suna and y/n live happily ever after the end!!! LMAO

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou

taglist:

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[saraiisstanky]

Look what you made me do…

A different kind of pirate oc appears!

Haname is not of the same world as Vienny! Vienny’s world is steampunkish with a little cyper space punk sprinkled in with flying ships and people born with magic powers rather than using witchcraft to use spells

Haname’s world is built more like a storybook without space travel and the modernity that Vienny’s world has. Haname’s world is a bit medieval

Now story time:

Haname joined a pirate group for a quick mission. The crew was not meant to stick together after they attacked the Sun Kingdom but it did stick and they became a permanent crew

Haname is a vampiric demon, a species I can’t remember the name of (I’d have to look for my notes but I’m lazy) and because of this, she was shunned from her village and became a mercenary to survive. Because of this backstory, she makes quick friends with J, a man with a similar sob story. As the story progresses, J and Haname fall in love and start a bloodthirsty crazy and enthusiastic relationship (what can you expect from two unhinged vampire mercenaries)

This drawing was of my favorite scene of theirs to write, J’s death. Haname and her crew are minor antagonists of this story (a comic I had been working on now turned prologue called Secret Swords) so they didn’t have much to do during the attack on the Sun Kingdom’s capitol. At the time, they removed themselves from the war and didn’t care about taking down the Sun kingdom anymore, only about what they want to do and nothing else

Haname hadn’t seen J for some time now after he was separated from the crew a month back. At the capitol, the crew got caught in the middle of a surprise attack and were scrambling to escape it. J had already been there looking for signs of where the crew may be headed towards when he sensed his wifey.

Giddy and relieved, they rushed towards each other (possibly murdering people in their way) and reunited. It was short lived, someone used holy magic to try shooting Haname down and J shoved her out of the way and burned up in her arms. It’d happened so quickly and Haname was in such a state of grief that she slaughtered everyone in the vicinity with just her teeth

The scene is written to show how the pirate crew take the budding war lightly and as something that isn’t important. They killed many soldiers as they escaped when it didn’t affect them, all because they could. They didn’t assist the battle and had small talk while good people with families were dying.

J’s death pushes Haname over the edge and was done to show that despite how much the Pirate crew want to be separate from a war between two kingdoms they DONT care about, they can still be a casualty

[raainy-daze]

Halloween Festivity

halloween special !

rottmnt donnie x gn!reader

summary: as the air grows cooler, you decide it’d be fun to go to a halloween festival with your boyfriend.

word count: 1315

a/n: update on halloween plans! after this, i just have mikey to post for my rise halloween oneshots. i had a few people ask for a second part to the leo oneshot, so if i have time for it, i’ll probably make that. i haven’t decided yet if i’ll do that after the mikey one, or after the 2012 oneshots. i’ve basically given up on getting anything xmen related out for halloween though, so oh well. i will be getting back to requests in november!

disclaimer i have not actually been to a halloween festival, so i just made a bunch of stuff up! happy halloween, people!

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Ah, October, the month of spooks and scares. There’s a chill in the air, and celebrations have begun.

One form of celebration, of course, are festivals. That’s where you were at right now. The sun hadn’t set yet, but you couldn’t imagine it’d be much longer until then. You were dragging one of those kiddie wagons behind you, with no purpose other than carrying two carved pumpkins.

“Careful, careful! There’s a rock there, they’ll fall out!”

“Donnie, both of these pumpkins are roughly 15 pounds. I don’t think running over a pebble is going to damage them.”

Out of everything for Donatello to be paranoid about today, you probably should’ve expected it to be the pumpkins. Well, his pumpkin, at least. He was proud of that thing, and you knew it. You couldn’t blame him, really - his perfectionism really did pay off this time. Only Mikey could rival Donnie’s prized pumpkin, you suspected, but Mikey wasn’t entering into a pumpkin carving competition.

“If we don’t get to the booth in the next five minutes, I’m making you drag it the rest of the way.”

“That won’t be necessary, it should be somewhere around here.” Donnie looked up from his phone, where he had a map pulled up. You could see his eyes dart from one side of the path to another, before adding, “I think.”

You began examining your surroundings in search of the booth yourself, as Donnie mumbled to himself about the map. The sun was at that point where it wasn’t setting yet, but it was just low enough to get in your eyes, enough so that you had to shield them. “Is that it?” You pointed towards the end of the strip, at a booth where several pumpkins similar to your own sat.

“Uhh-“ Donnie once more looked up from his map, squinting against the sun. “Yeah, that would be it.”

“Awesome.” You were happier you could finally drop this wagon than anything else, really. You led the way to the booth, and instantly let go of the wagon’s handle as soon as you were in its vicinity.

“Hello. Would you like a form, or have you registered online?” The lady that greeted you seemed very jaded already. You could certainly imagine why, you could only imagine the kinds of people she’d already had to deal with today.

“Yes, we registered online! (Y/N) (L/N) and Hamato Donatello. His is the one on the left, mine’s on the right. Your right,” you specified.

She ticked off something on her notepad. “Alright, thank you, judging ought to be done in around an hour.” You could’ve sworn she mumbled something under her breath about latecomers, but then you noticed her peering at Donnie. “Is your skin…”

“Green, yes, ha ha! It just looks that way, skin condition, you wouldn’t have heard of it, goodbye!” Donnie grabbed your hand and dragged you away. You called out a thank you as Donnie adjusted his scarf in an attempt of a disguise.

“You do realize that just makes you look ten times more suspicious, right?”

“Psh, she’ll forget in like, an hour.” He waved his hand dismissively. “This is New York City, people have seen weirder things. Especially around Halloween.”

You shrugged. “Fair enough.” You pulled him closer beside you and squeezed his hand.

Now that you’d dropped off the pumpkins, you took your time to actually look around at your surroundings. Of course, there was no shortage of children running around in costumes in search of candy. There was no shortage of candy, either, snickers strewn across the ground, fallen out of kids’ candy bags.

“So, where to now, Donnie?”

“Well, uh, I saw apple bobbing on the way. We could check that out.”

“You actually want to go apple bobbing?”

Donnie laughed. “Oh, absolutely not! I want to watch the suffering of those who make fools out of themselves while apple bobbing.”

Yeah, that sounded about right. “There’s a haunted house around here, right? How does that sound?”

He shrugged. “Well, I have no objections.”

“Haunted house it is then!” Now knowing you destination, you picked up the pace (and may or may not have accidentally dragged Donnie behind you a bit).

The line, luckily, wasn’t very long. For the couple minutes you were waiting, you made bets on how scary it would actually be (and how scared the other would get).

“You’re gonna scream no more than five minutes into this, I’m calling it now.”

“Scoff, as if.”

“I’ll betcha ten bucks.”

“Ten bucks that you’re going to be giving to me.”

“Yeah, sure, hun,” you said as you crossed the entrance into the attraction. You were immediately met with darkness - well, not total darkness, but very dim light.

As you made your way through the haunted house, actors would jump out at you, and you’d be surprised by some gruesome decoration or another. You stuck close to Donnie’s side the whole time, and couldn’t help noticing how stiff he got at every jumpscare. Of course, you did too, but whether you were scared or not wasn’t riding on ten bucks.

A couple rooms in, you were absolutely delighted to hear some form of a yell escape Donnie as he walked into a fake spider web. “Well, well, well, hope you’ve got some cash on you.” Even as you helped him out of the awfully realistic spider web, you teased him.

“This was a mistake!”

“Aw, I thought you liked being around me.” You gave him a mock pout, only to be met with the side eye.

By the time you were back outside, the air was rapidly growing cooler as the sun lowered in the sky. You were beginning to regret not bringing a scarf, but oh well. Too late to change the past.

“Pay up.”

“Right now?” Donnie raised an eyebrow at you.

“We had a deal.”

“Is food a worthy compromise?”

“Food will suffice.”

Even though his scarf was wrapped closely around him as an attempt at a disguise, the smile that graced his face didn’t escape you. Even if he didn’t show emotion that often, you knew he was enjoying himself. You sincerely hoped that was thanks to you more so than whatever junk food you were about to share.

•°. *࿐

As it turned out, that junk food in question was a bag of cotton candy and some popcorn, of which your portion did equal about ten dollars.

You were back at the pumpkin booth, judging having been complete. Donnie, the overachiever that he is, earned a blue ribbon, to absolutely no one’s surprise. You hadn’t done too badly yourself, but you just knew he wouldn’t shut up until sometime around Christmas.

“So, Mister Hamato, how are we feeling?”

“Like the greatest person in this room, that’s how!”

“There is no room. We’re outside,” you pointed out.

“That is besides the point.” As he celebrated his victory, you reached over for another handful of popcorn.

“Also, that lady is definitely still weirded out by your ‘skin condition’.” You nodded your head towards the woman from earlier, who was not-so-inconspicuously squinting at the pair of you.

“We’ll never see her again anyways.” Donnie shrugged. “Oh, Mikey’s gonna be jealous!”

You looked up at the sky, which was steadily getting darker. “We should probably get going soon.”

“Ah, yes, I suppose so. The day may end, but my victory shall be remembered forever. The ribbon’s pretty permanent too.”

“So the pumpkin’s your day's highlight? Really?”

“My dear (y/n), you’ve met me, haven’t you? Of course it is.” He paused. “But, of course, spending time with my significant other wasn’t all that bad either.” You giggled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Come on, let’s go. It’s getting cold.”

“Bring a scarf next time.”

“Sometimes, I really can’t tell if you're being genuine or making fun of me.”

“I know.”

[cheri-translates]

[CN] ASMR Transcript - Intoxicating Fragrance (Gavin)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an ASMR, 醉香, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

Your exclusive scent is a secret that only he knows about.

[ Released in CN: 3 April 2022 ]

[ engine and ocean waves noises ]

Let’s stop here.

This is the last stop for today’s ride.

You played for quite some time on the beach this afternoon.

You should be tired.

Now, you can relax fully.

The ocean breeze is a little cold in the evening.

Put on my jacket.

If you feel that

Sitting isn’t comfortable,

You can adjust the seat.

There’s a button on the side.

[ MC fumbles around the car ]

Hm? You can’t find it?

Let me take a look.

It’s over here.

How’s this angle?

You should have more space for your legs now.

If you still aren’t comfortable, let me know.

In the vicinity,

There’s a motorboat community club.

I’d sometimes drop by for fun.

And then I found this place.

This place is very quiet

And suitable for

Lying down at night to stargaze and listen to the ocean breeze.

Back then, I thought to myself -

If I had a chance, I’d definitely drive you here.

Mm, I have to give Sparky a vacation sometimes.

What’s this?

Perfume?

Why’d you suddenly think of giving this to me?

No,

It’s not that I don’t like it.

Mm. I don’t normally use it.

But when I’m with you,

Using it isn’t a bad idea.

Okay.

I’ll spray a little right now.

[ spraying noises + Gavin’s cute inhale ]

There seems to be a slight scent of jasmine.

It’s pretty fresh.

It’s very compatible with the perfume you used today.

Why’s your face so cold?

Do you feel a little cold?

Come over here.

With me hugging you, you won’t feel cold any longer.

It’s fine, it won’t be a tight squeeze.

After I shift the seat backwards, it’d be very spacious.

[ seat adjustment noises ]

For now, put your knee over here.

Yup.

A little slower.

Cross over.

I’ll support you.

It’s okay.

Just give all your weight to me.

If you can’t stand steadily,

Hug my neck.

Just sit down slowly.

Leave it to me.

Did you hit anything?

That’s good...

Don’t worry.

I’m very comfortable.

And I won’t get crushed.

Neither will the car.

I’m fine.

Your hair rubbed against my neck.

It’s a little ticklish.

You aren’t done yet?

[ chuckles ]

Don’t mess around. It’s really ticklish.

You’re smelling the scent of the perfume on me?

Is it different from earlier?

It has the scent of the ocean?

It might be because

We’re close to the ocean.

Have another proper whiff

To verify it.

Don’t get it wrong.

[ Gavin inhales ]

Mm? The scent of lilies?

It isn’t on me.

It should be the perfume you sprayed today.

You might be more used to the scent

Which is why you weren’t aware of it.

What’s wrong? Feeling tired?

Smelling this scent

Makes you feel exceptionally relaxed?

Is that so?

I really like it too.

The scent of the ocean that you picked

Makes me think of you.

It makes me recall our memories at different seasides.

For instance,

When we went out to sea on a sailing boat,

You were lying in my arms just like this.

And the sea fishing.

At that time,

I was feeling a little nervous.

Erm, “nervous” doesn’t seem very accurate.

It should be “looking forward to”.

I wasn’t looking forward to the caught fishes.

I was looking forward to you.

And whether you’d like the surprise that I prepared.

Hm? You want to hear me singing and playing the guitar again?

Sure. I’ll play it for you when we return home tonight.

Hm? The scent which makes you feel at ease isn’t the perfume?

It’s my scent?

You’re saying that everyone

Has a unique scent

And that only the person who often spends time with you and is closest to you

Will notice it.

Is that so?

[ chuckles + kisses ]

I’m not doing anything.

I also want to verify the scent on you.

Mm, this is the way I verify scents.

[ rustling noises + Gavin breathing noises ]

Aside from lilies,

There’s also a hint of vanilla

And your scent.

I can smell it.

It’s a scent which

Makes me feel very happy.

As compared to any other scents,

It makes me feel most at ease.

It leaves me captivated.

Don’t move.

Let me have a proper confirmation of this feeling.

[ Gavin breathing noises + lots of rustling + kiss ]

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[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Goodie bag series - Kim Seokjin

Summary: The kindness of a stranger saves you from your own stubbornness.

Word count: 1.5 k words

Warnings: None

Tagged: @themochiverse @parkdatjimin

Read the other members here

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“I’m sorry but I don’t have anyone to cover for you. You’re gonna have to come in.” Leah said, clearly unbothered at the fact that she was denying you a well deserved long weekend, because you hadn’t taken a single day off for the past two months.

She had the audacity to stand there, wiping at the already clean counter, and shrug like it wasn’t her business when clearly she had forgotten that not a whole week ago, she had called you on the verge of tears because her cramps had been really bad and asked you to cover her shift. You had happily helped her out. But fuck women helping women I guess.

“Leah, I mentioned it to you three days ago and I think that was enough time to ask someone to come in for an extra shift or something…” you began.

“Y/n, I don’t know what to tell you. People aren’t usually enthusiastic about working overtime at a stupid café.”

“Yet I have no problems picking up shifts for any of you!” you raised your voice and glared accusingly at your coworkers towards the last part, only to be met by guilty side glances.

You huffed. This was unbelievable. You knew if you stood there any longer you’d either set the place on fire or you’d start crying. Neither of those options seemed feasible so you decided to turn on your heel and stormed out.

It was two blocks later when the biting wind had numbed every exposed part of your body that you realized you had forgotten your coat at the godforsaken place. Your steps faltered for a moment. The walk home after you got off the bus would be a considerable one, and if the wind stayed the same, you’d definitely catch a cold. With a surge of rage you realized none of your no good coworkers would believe you if you called in sick tomorrow after what had just happened, and it’d be wise to turn back and retrieve the coat.

That being said, you had never been wise.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The bus stop finally came into view. You breathed a sigh of relief. Your muscles actually ached from all the shivering.

Your mother always kept saying your stubbornness would be the end of you one day, and as you hugged your shivering self, you were convinced it might just end up being true.

Well, atleast the bus would be warm.

.

The bus was late.

The stupid bus that was always on time.

“Miss, I don’t want to come off as rude but please wear this.”

“Huh?” you looked up at the man towering over you as you sat on the bench.

In your own misery, you had forgotten that there were other people in the vicinity, all waiting for the delayed bus. All of who could hear your teeth chattering unbecomingly. From behind the guy, you could see a couple of middle aged women throwing you dirty looks of disapproval.

You looked down at the soft pink hoodie that the patient man was still holding out, and then up at him.

His mop of soft brown, bouncy hair stopped just above his eyes, a few strands falling over their brown warmth, high cheekbones, a sharp nose and the plumpest pair of lips you had ever seen on anyone. In the back of your mind you wondered if he had work done on them.

And then you noticed what he was wearing. He wore sweatpants that matched the hoodie he was (still) holding out to you. Underneath his impressive long windbreaker, you saw he was wearing what seemed like an insulated under shirt.

You realized this very well could be something he had been wearing not five minutes ago.

This kind stranger had just taken off a layer of his own clothes in the late November cold of Seoul to give you some semblance of warmth.

“Oh my… thank you.” You were unsure of what to do, but your mind was slower than your body in this aspect because you had already vocalized your gratitude and grasped onto the warm garment before you could decide if it was a good idea or no.

The corners of his mouth lifted endearingly as he regarded your thankful expression.

“Well, go on. Put it on unless you want to freeze to death since you’re halfway there already.”

Oh. Well, he wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t you were expecting from him half a minute ago. You burst out laughing.

Amidst laughter, you straightened out the hoodie and slipped it over your head. God, it smelled so nice. Admittedly, the strong perfume smelt quite expensive, and you wondered just who was this kind stranger.

But as soon as it settled over your shoulders and engulfed your hands (the sleeves were too long), you forgot about who he could be and instead only ended up thinking about how the fluffy garment felt like a warm hug. You almost melted into it, the warmth it surrounded you with moving you almost to tears after the unforgiving cold of the city and the cold anger in your veins had all but frozen your heart.

“Thank you so much.” You repeated.

“You’re welcome. I’m Jin.” He introduced himself.

“Hi Jin, I’m y/n.” you held out your hand for him to shake. “Are you waiting for the bus too?”

“Oh no, I was just walking by and thought a crowded bus stop would be a perfect place to make friends.” He said deadpan, and blinked.

You blinked back. It was a joke right?

Right?

You giggled nervously and Jin straight up burst out laughing. “I’m just messing with you.”

Oh thank God!

Just as you shook your head in relieved disbelief, the bus pulled up to the stop and everyone around you heaved a sigh of relief. Jin turned back to the opening door and looked towards you. You nodded and both of you got on.

Amidst the driver’s apologies for the delay, you found an empty seat next to the window and settled in for the long ride home. You did end up smiling though because Jin came and sat right next to you. And by the looks of it, he wanted to talk more.

Well, it seemed like you weren’t listening to music today.

“So why were you out without anything warm y/n?”

“I had my coat, I just forgot it at work.”

“Oh was it too far to walk back?”

“Not really”, you admitted sheepishly.

Jin frowned slightly and leaned back in his seat. “Well, that’s just stupid then. You must’ve been cold the moment you stepped out.”

It felt like you were being scolded. And you wouldn’t stand for it.

“Hey, I had a lot on my mind!” you said defensively.

Jin held up his hands in a shrug and zipped his lips. Well, it appeared you were going to listen to music after all.

That being said, you couldn’t help but sneak tiny glances at the absolute perfection of a man who was casually leaning back in the seat next to you. You wondered who he was, what he did, how many friends he had. If they laughed just as loud as him at his strange sarcasm and if he had a habit of scolding people about getting cold. You wondered many things, like what perfume he wore that was clouding your brain. Where he had gotten such a nice colored matching set in the first place. And how on earth were his shoulders so wide.

You wondered if you’d meet him again.

And also, if he knew you were staring.

But if he did, he didn’t let it show.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As the bus stopped three stops before yours, Jin finally got up and held onto the bar to give you a farewell wave.

“Oh wait, you should take this back.” You made to slip off his hoodie.

“You really think I gave it to you to wear on the bus, that’s already heated?” he frowned in disbelief again.

You were speechless.

“Keep it. You can give it to me when you see me again.” He clarified.

“When will that be?” you hid your smile. Something in you really wanted to see the guy again. Soon.

Jin started moving to the door. Just before getting off, he turned to you, “Same time and place. Tomorrow?”

You hugged the ridiculously soft hoodie to you. Well, it was a good thing you were going to work tomorrow then wasn’t it?

[drabbles-mc]

Who You’re Dealing With

Javier Peña x OFC (Carolina Rodríguez)

Whumptober 2022: No.6 Proof of Life- Screams From Across the Hall

Warnings: 18+, language, angst, kidnapping, blood/injury/burns, murder, canon-typical violence

Find Part 2 HERE

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I started a multi-chap for these two a long time ago. And I still plug away at that from time to time. I don’t think this really fits in with their whole timeline for that, though, so I’m just considering it an AU one-shot lol. 

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The pain of the tape being yanked off of her mouth was the least of Carolina’s problems. It stung, and she winced, but there were much larger issues at hand. There was still a blindfold over her eyes, so she had no idea where she was. It also meant that she didn’t know where Javier was, or if they were even in the same vicinity. For all she knew, they’d split the two of them up. That would be smart—it’s what she would’ve done if the roles were reversed.

All of those thoughts and more were racing through her mind as she tried to catch her breath. She tugged against the binds on her legs, tried to wriggle her wrists even though it was futile. The sweat slicking her skin gave the illusion of movement, of freedom, but she knew that it was false hope. She heard the sounds of a few different sets of footsteps and it put her on edge. She tried not to show it, though.

Coming down to Colombia, she always knew that there was a risk. Chasing after men like Escobar was essentially putting your life on the line every day. Sometimes it felt like they forgot about that a little bit. When they’d go weeks without a break in the case, when the chatter on the radio waves died down, things felt almost boring. They’d all work their days combing through old intel hoping to strike gold, bitching about the stillness of it all when they should be out on the street actually getting shit done.

She’d give anything for that sense of boredom now.

It’d all happened so fast. It was hard for her to make sense of any of it. She and Javi had been heading back to his car, bags of groceries in their arms, when all of a sudden they were being grabbed and gagged in the back of a van. They’d both fought, struggled against whoever it was, but they were outnumbered. Their attackers had the element of surprise on their side, too. She tried to scream for help but whoever it was who had captured them had been ready for that, slapping tape across her mouth very quickly. She assumed that they had done the same to Javier.

Asking questions would get her no real answers at best, and would get her injured at worst. Every fiber of her being wanted her to speak up and say something. Not necessarily yell, but just try and say anything. She just wanted to try and get a read on who these people were. She had an idea, she could take some good guesses at who they worked for, but who the fuck were they really?

“Lo siento, señorita.” The man speaking was close enough so that she could feel his breath on her face. She could smell the smoke on it, too. “Didn’t want you screaming where someone could hear you.”

She huffed, but she didn’t say anything. She knew better than to fully take the bait. Whatever she said now was going to be used against her, or worse, used against the rest of her team. She wasn’t going to be the one responsible for bad things happening to them.

“Nothing to say?” The man sounded a little farther away now, his breath no longer suffocating her. “A lot like your friend across the hall.” He saw the way her body tensed at the passive mention of Javier. “O quizás…” there were a few slow footsteps and before he spoke Carolina knew that he was close again, “tu novio?”

She clenched her fists tight, the ropes digging deeper into her wrists as she did. The sound of the man’s laughter seemed to echo in the room. The silence outside of that only confirmed that they had indeed separated her and Javier. If he was in the room, if he had heard what the man had been saying to her, there was no way that he would’ve been able to keep his mouth shut. God bless him but the second Javier got invested he lost all ability to know when he had gone too far. Underneath the numerous layers of fear and pain and anger coursing through her, she couldn’t help but to wonder if that was the reason the two of them were in this situation now.

“Nothing to say?” his voice kept her from being able to draw too many conclusions about the why of ending up in her current situation.

She heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor. She let out a shaky exhale, undeniably afraid about whatever was coming next. She was gnawing at the inside of her cheek, already tasting blood and their whole ordeal had barely even gotten started. There was the feeling of fingertips against the side of her head and she instinctively pulled away as quickly and as far as she could. She was met with the sound of more laughter.

“Sit still,” she assumed that it was the man’s best attempt at sounding reassuring, although she would find it hard to believe that he actually care about that, “I’m just…” his voice trailed off as his fingers brushed through her hair again. Moments later he was removing her blindfold.

The drastic change in light was jarring for a few seconds, but her body quickly adjusted. She looked at the man sitting in front of her, glancing around the room and spotting the few others who were lingering by the doorway as well. She had definitely seen their faces before. There was definitely photos of them that had come across her desk at one point or another. She couldn’t quite remember why.

“Carolina Rodríguez,” he said as he leaned back in his chair, the gun holstered on his hip extremely visible, “your friend has been causing a lot of trouble for a lot of people.”

There was a scathing comment on the tip of her tongue, but she managed to hold it in. It was the biggest act of self-restraint she’d ever performed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“But you know who?” He saw the panic flash across her features. It was hardly a split second but it still happened. He smiled. “He should’ve known better. Sad that he dragged you into it.”

She clenched her jaw, the thought crossed her mind that, yes, it was definitely something that he’d dragged her into this mess, although sad might not have been her word of choice. If they made it out of this, she was definitely going to have a few things to say to him. But that if was getting bigger and bigger with every passing second.

Javier grunted as a fist collided with his jaw once again. He could feel the blood pooling in his mouth, and normally he’d spit it out onto the ground, but the tape still tacked over his mouth was preventing him from being able to do that. He exhaled sharply through his nose, glowering up at the man who had hit him.

“You knew,” he paced, shaking his hand out once before clenching his fist again, “that this…relationship was conditional at best. You violate the conditions, you face the consequences, sí?” Javier continued to glare, unable to speak in response to the question. “They have your friend across the hall,” each word he said was calculated and he would pause if Javi ever looked away from him, continuing only when he had regained eye contact, “It’s a shame. I thought you knew better. She doesn’t deserve to suffer because of your mistakes.”

The word suffer made Javi’s stomach churn. He’d known from the second that the two of them had gotten jumped that things weren’t going to go well. But from the get-go, he knew that it was about him, about the choices he’d made and the people he’d decided to team up with. Those were all of his mistakes. He figured there was no getting out of this for himself. But Carolina, she wasn’t supposed to get caught up in the middle of any of this. He would take his beating because that’s what he got for doing what he did. They didn’t deserve to lay a hand on her, though. She didn’t deserve the mess that they were in.

She had tried to tell him to stop, to use his fucking brain instead of his anger, but he didn’t listen. And now here he was, and she was here too, somewhere. He wondered how far they were from each other. There weren’t enough apologies in the world to even scratch the surface of trying to make things right. With the way it looked now, it all seemed like a moot point.

“Or maybe she knows.” He was standing in front of Javier, watching intently for any sign of reactions from him. “You two seem…close. At least from what my men have seen. Do you tell her things? Does she know what we’ve been doing? Does she know as much as you? Because maybe,” he shrugged, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips, “maybe she’ll be useful.” He tilted the pack towards Javi in a silent offer, making himself laugh knowing that it was an empty gesture given Javier’s current binding predicament.

“It’s quiet over there,” he nodded towards the door. “Maybe she talked,” he shrugged, puffing on his cigarette, “or maybe they’re already done with her.”

Javier pulled against his restraints at that. The movements were drastic enough for the man standing in front of him to notice. He laughed at Javi’s desperation, knowing that there was nothing that the man could do about it.

“You got too comfortable. Too cocky,” it almost sounded like he was scolding Javi. “You should never forget who it is you’re dealing with.”

The man was blowing out a smoke ring, the room heavy with silence as he casually strolled back and forth in front of Javier. He wasn’t looking at him anymore, just watching the grimy floors pass beneath his feet as he turned and continued to pace. Javier watched him intently, sweat dripping down both of their foreheads as the silence persisted.

The man opened his mouth to speak again when a pained cry came from the other side of the wall. His eyes lit up, lips beginning to curl into a smile at the sound. Meanwhile Javier grunted against the tape over his mouth, yanking at his restraints despite the pain it inflicted. He knew that voice. She was so close but there still wasn’t anything that he could do about it. They were hurting her and he was stuck tied to a goddamn chair probably only a few dozen feet away. It was infuriating, heartbreaking.

“I guess I was wrong,” the man taunted, “Maybe she didn’t talk yet.” He shrugged, tapping ash off the end of his cigarette and onto the floor close to Javi’s shoes. “She will, though.”

Javi pulled against at his restraints, the veins in his neck visible as he struggled. He wanted to scream out for her, let her know that he was going to get her out safely somehow. But he couldn’t. And, even if he could, he didn’t know how he was going to get to her. It just would’ve been another empty promise.

“Too bad I can’t trust you not to scream,” he shook his head, “otherwise I’d take the tape off.”

Javi’s breathing was ragged as he tried to think of a plan. Any hope of thinking straight was shattered at the sound of Carolina letting out another scream. The worst things imaginable were running through Javi’s mind, and the slick grin coming from the man standing in front of him did nothing to provide any sense of comfort.

“You know, Agent Peña, we could’ve worked well together. Still can. But you need to realize that we are going to play by our own fucking rules. You have no say in any of that. No matter what power you might think you have, it does you no good here.”

They weren’t wrong. He thought he could play the game well enough but look where they fucking ended up. He and Carolina, a woman who wanted nothing to do with any of this shit, were trapped on opposite sides of the wall from each other. And he was getting off easy. He knew that that was part of the punishment, pouring salt in whatever wounds they were going to leave him with before this was all said and done.

“I can see that you care for her. Should’ve kept a closer eye on her, Peña. She deserves that much, at least, hm?”

He hated that he was talking like he knew her. It wasn’t that the man was wrong, but that wasn’t the point. His guilt was duking it out with his rage as he sat helplessly tied to the most uncomfortable chair in all of Colombia. He cringed, face contorting despite the tape over it as he was forced to listen to the sound of Carolina crying on the other side of the wall.

Apparently he had displayed enough emotional discomfort. The man crouched down in front of him. “Promise me you won’t say anything fucking stupid, and I’ll take the tape off.”

There was a long pause before Javier gave a slight nod. The man smiled, peeling the tape away. Despite Javi’s promise, he was still ready to strike the DEA agent again if he had to shut him up. He was almost disappointed when Javi made good on his promise to not start screaming for Carolina like a madman.

“Good to see you realize that it’s our rules here, not yours.” The brief pause was filled with Carolina’s hurt echoing from the next room over. “Think she knows it, too?”

“Let her go,” Javi grit out, tirelessly working at the ropes around his wrists. “She doesn’t know shit about any of this.”

“Nothing?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out how to honestly answer that question. Sure, he hadn’t ever flat-out told her that he had formed an alliance with Los Pepes. But she still knew. She never flat-out accused him, but she didn’t have to. She was a woman with endless strengths and one of them was the ability to say just about anything without having to actually say it. Some days Javier loved that about her, but in the most recent weeks, it’d been a trait that was the bane of his existence. He wondered if that skill was making things worse for her now.

“She doesn’t know anything I don’t.” He finally settled on that truth. Anything useful that she knew, Javi knew too. They were on the same playing field. Javier didn’t know if that put her in more danger or not. “You’re not gonna get anything new out of her.”

He shrugged as they heard her let out another cry. “We’ll see about that.”

Carolina tried to stifle her sobs. She tried to bite back her screams. Not giving any reaction was something that was much easier said than done, though. Deep down, she knew that she could scream all she wanted as long as she didn’t put anyone she knew and loved in danger. Incoherent cries did the men hurting her absolutely no good. She knew that the only thing it get them was a very infuriated Javier if he was within earshot somewhere.

She’d been hit before. There were plenty of men who got out of hand on the job and had hauled off on her. But she had never been so helpless in the face of it before. She had no means to defend herself. The cuts, the burns, the punches, she just had to sit there and take all of it. That was as painful as anything.

“You’re a smart woman, aren’t you, Miss Rodíguez?” he asked as he toyed with his knife. “Do the smart thing—save yourself the trouble you’re going to put yourself through over Agent Peña.”

She shook her head. “I have nothing for you.”

“I don’t believe—” he stopped short when he heard the sound of a gun going off across the hall. His eyes widened as well as hers. He took his gun out of its holster, motioning for the two men to move closer to her to stand guard. Looking back at Carolina, he said, “Keep your mouth shut and don’t do anything stupid.”

There wasn’t much she could do while she was still tied to the goddamn chair. Plus, she wasn’t so delusional to think that even if her restraints somehow magically managed to disappear she would be able to fend for herself against the two other men in the room with her. She was too beat up to be thinking like that.

They all heard the sounds of an altercation outside the door. There was a lot of yelling, swearing, and the sounds of people being slammed against walls, against the floor. Carolina just hoped that Javi was getting the upper hand in it all. When the sound of another gunshot echoed through the building, Carolina couldn’t help the tiny yelp that slipped past her lips. It was only one shot, which meant there was a fifty-fifty chance that it was Javi that fired the kill shot, not the other guy. She hardly even felt the barrel of the gun that the man was digging into her shoulder.

The door to the room that she’d been in was flung open as Javier’s boot connected with it. He strode in, gun drawn and at the ready. All three of the men immediately began yelling at each other, and Carolina didn’t really feel much safer than she had before. She was still completely at the mercy of everyone else in the room, and that wasn’t a feeling she was at all comfortable with.

One of the men standing next to her was partway through a speech to Javi about doing the smart thing and making sure that he did whatever it took to keep Carolina alive, but he didn’t get the chance to finish it as Javi quickly pulled the trigger two more times, firing one round into each of the men standing by her. She screamed, curling up as best she could to try and make herself as small as possible. Tears streamed down her face as Javi quickly fired his gun two more times, enough to ensure that the two men were really dead.

Carolina’s entire body was trembling as Javier knelt down and did the best he could to make quick work of the ropes that were around her wrists and legs. She immediately threw her arms around him, allowing him to help her up onto her feet. He tried not to think about how she looked, the tears and the bruises and the blood. There wasn’t anything he could do about it now. The best he could do was get them both out of there, wherever there happened to be.

“Come on.” He had his arm around her, guiding her towards the door. “We gotta go.”

She didn’t say anything, just nodding in agreement as the two of them carefully made their way through the building that they were in, looking for the nearest exit. They both knew it was only a matter of minutes before more men showed up looking for them. They had to put as much space between them and this place as possible.

Once they were outside and on the street, Javier tightly gripped Carolina’s hand with his own, the other holding tightly onto his gun. He wound down sidewalks and across streets with a lot of confidence for a man who didn’t really know where they were exactly. He could work out the details later. He just wanted to get somewhere quiet, somewhere away from everyone else.

They were both completely out of breath when they came to a stop in an empty alleyway. It was dark save for the dim lights shining out of the scattered windows along the building. No one would be looking for the two of them, though.

Carolina leaned back against the wall behind her, her entire body still shaking from everything it had gone through before, now combined with the exhaustion from the chase. She wiped at the sweat and tears on her cheeks.

Javi gently rested his hands on her shoulders, taking in the state of her. He knew that asking if she was okay would be the dumbest fucking question in the world, but he didn’t know what else to ask her. He opted for not asking her anything. His thumbs lightly traced back and forth along her skin as he spoke. “I thought I lost you.”

She allowed herself to look him in the eyes, to feel the relief of knowing that they were both alive and somewhat safe for the moment. “I thought so too.”

Seconds later she collapsed against him with a sob. He caught her, leaning into her as he shut his eyes. Feeling her tremble against him so violently invoked a type of pain he was certain he had never felt before. She wasn’t someone who broke down easily. He tried to hold her tightly but with care, knowing that she was littered with injuries now.

He gently ran his hand through her hair, his voice soft as he said, “I’m so sorry, Caro.” He rested his hand against the back of her head, breathing her in for a moment, “Lo siento mucho.”

She took a few more deep, shuddering breaths before peeling herself off of him. She leaned back against the wall again, running her hands over her face. She tried to ignore the fact that the tears on her hands were also mixed with blood and grime from everything that had happened over the last few hours.

She sniffled, looking up at the sky for a moment before retuning her attention to the man standing in front of her. “Javier…”

“I’m gonna make sure that they pay for this, Carolina. I swear. I’m gonna—”

“Javier, stop,” she shook her head, “please. Stop.” She saw the way that sorrow was instantly filling his eyes. “I,” her voice trembled, “I told you this would happen. I said that nothing good was going to come of that and…and now…” her hands shook and she looked at her arms and legs that were spattered with marks of all kids.

He reached for her hand. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” she snapped. She wasn’t yelling, partially because she didn’t have the energy, but also because she knew that yelling didn’t do anything to him. “This didn’t…” she pressed her lips into a thin line for a moment before continuing, “This didn’t have to happen.”

“Caro—”

“This shouldn’t have happened to me,” she cut him off, her voice cold as tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. “This,” she gestured to herself, the myriad of wounds, “is on you, Javier. This one isn’t on me.”

He didn’t know what to say to that as the tears welled in his eyes. He just nodded, not able to say or do much else.

“You just couldn’t fucking stop, could you?” Her bottom lip trembled. “And now we’re here.”

He didn’t want to look her in the eyes, but he owed her at least that much, “Now we’re here.”

There were still tears on her cheeks as she tried her best to sound much more collected and in control than she felt. “Let’s just…get the fuck home.”

“I can take you to the—”

“I’ll get checked out on my own.”

Her anger was more than justified, but it still stung. All of that and she wasn’t even going to let him take her to the hospital. Javier knew that if the roles had been reversed, he would’ve done the same, and he wouldn’t have been nearly as gracious about it as she was. Her anger would probably resurface in a couple of days, once she had a chance to rest. The next time he reached out or showed up to her place, he knew he was going to be in for it. It was the least that he deserved.

“You can walk a little more?” he asked.

“I’ll manage.”

The two of them made their way down the alley, back the way that they’d come. Javi glanced over at her, “Caro…”

“Not today, Javi,” she shook her head at him, “please.” She turned and saw that he was already looking at her. She repeated herself, so soft he almost missed it, “Please.”

[theshelbyclan]

Horse Thieves

Summary: The Shelby siblings are still building their imperium, and they need a horse to do it.

(Gif by @madshelby​)

A/N: I asked around a bit and people wanted to read a lot more about Teddy, so I decided to use this request by one lovely anon: Hello! I've never done a request for a fic before so please excuse me if this isn't the right way to do it 🙈 But I noticed your requests were open and read the prompts list you linked to for Shelby sister prompts - so can I request something that incorporates 7.“car. Now”, 8.“what story do you want tonight” and 14.“your heading the right way for a smacked backside”. Thank you! I decided to base this on this idea I had in the longer Teddy series, where she refers to a time when she stole a horse with Tommy. So see this as a prequel if you will, set before the series. Words: 2773

*** “Whatever you do, you’re not using Finn.” “I won’t…” “I mean it, Thomas,” Aunt Polly warned, “You’ve only been back for five minutes from France and I will not have you endangering my nephew, after I’ve kept him safe for fucking four years.” 

Tommy sighed, “Yes, I understand.” Polly looked at her nephew with a distrustful gaze, “Why do we need the horse?” “Betting’s down,” he slowly lit a cigarette, “We need our own. A horse that looks good. Convinces people to lay a bet.” She had to agree with that, “Where will you go?” “To the place where people most expect a horse to be stolen.” “Why?” “Hide in plain sight,” he pointed, “you taught me that.” “I thought I taught you everything…” Polly mused sternly. Tommy nodded slowly, “Maybe. And now I’m acting on it…” After a short pause, he said, “I’m gonna do it, Pol. I’ll make this family rich. Trust me.” “What about the little ones?” “I’m doing this for them, alright, so that they won’t have to grow up like we did!” Fire was burning in his eyes when he spoke, but Polly had never seen him quite like this. He was different these days. After pondering for a while, she said, “So tell me where.” Tommy took a deep breath, knowing she’d disapprove, “The fair.” “For fuck’s sake, Thomas!” *** “WELCOME TO THE FAIR!” Arthur bellowed, which scared most people in his vicinity away, but it made Teddy, who was used to it, literally jump for joy. Arthur grinned broadly and lifted his little sister up onto his shoulders, shouting, “Now look here, sweet girl, this is where we bloody come from and don’t you forget it!” “Arthur, can I have a candied apple?” Teddy asked him, knowing he wouldn’t refuse her anything when he was in a mood like this. “You can have all the apples, Teddy!” he replied with a grand gesture. John came walking besides them and quietly said to his brother, “They’re here.” “Good,” Arthur said uncharacteristically gently, and he lifted Teddy off his shoulders again, “Tommy’s in place.” “What about Finn, Arthur?” he said, playing with his toothpick. Arthur winked at his suddenly much younger brother, “Don’t worry, brother. He’s off playing with the Boswell kids. He’ll be no bloody trouble.” John grinned down at Teddy, “Unlike this one!” “You know why, John?” Teddy asked cheekily, “Because Finn is like Arthur, but I am like you!” John laughed manically out loud and Arthur bellowed, “She’s fucking right!” “How about that apple, Arthur?” Teddy asked innocently, quickly adding a, “Please?” “Wait here, princess.” As they continued walking, John took Teddy’s hand in his and said to her, “Look at all the horses, Teddy. Maybe one day you could have one of your own.” “But I already have the pony you gave me when you came back,” she looked up with adoring eyes. It was no secret that Teddy had four heroes in life, and those were her brothers. He looked down, “Yeah, but one day you’ll have a horse. Promise.” “John?” she asked, suddenly serious, “You won’t go away again, will you?” “Go where? Why would I leave my favourite little girl!” “You did before…” John stopped and turned to her, “Listen, that was the war… You know I don’t like talking about that…” “I know…” “But the war’s over. No more fucking mud for us, alright?” he said earnestly. He tried desperately to hide the pain he felt. Teddy nodded. “I’m sorry,” John blurted out all of a sudden, “I’m sorry we left you. We didn’t know… what it’d be… we thought it would be…” he simply couldn’t find the words. “I know,” she interrupted him in a high voice, “It’s okay. Just don’t do it again, alright?” “Alright,” he smiled. Then he changed his tone again, happy to switch subjects, “Now, what story do you want tonight?” “One about a horse!” “How about we get you a real one?” John suggested light-heartedly.

Teddy giggled because she thought he was joking, slipped her hand into his again and started skipping. Then she looked over at Arthur, who was just in the process of stealing an apple for her. It was good to have her brothers back again. 

“Teddy?” John asked, “think you could do something for me?” “Like what?” “Tommy needs our help.” “With what?” her eyebrows shot up. John coughed once and waited for Arthur to join them, “Eat your apple. And listen, Tommy needs us to help him with something.” Mouth full of candied apple, “whaff kinf of somefingff?” “Just do as we tell you to,” John explained, “and then Tommy’ll tell you what to do.” Arthur nodded, “He’s already instructed us.” “Arthur,” John became unsure, “Are we really involving our eight-year-old sister in this?” “She’ll be fine, John-boy! She’s fucking smart, she is.” “I am,” Teddy replied proudly. The candied apple was nearly gone already.

“Alright, Teddy-girl, you listen to me, yeah?” John bend down to her level, “I need you to pretend you got lost, or maybe ask for help, or cry! Can you cry?” Teddy sniffled a little, “I’m not sure,” she then said in her normal voice. “Don’t worry if you can’t! Just scream a lot, alright?” “Wait!” she said, “Give me a second….” And she pouted her lips again, scrunched up her nose and suddenly tears were falling down her cheeks. “Bloody hell…” Arthur mumbled, as he turned to John, “you fucking created a monster.” “I’m crying!” Teddy said triumphantly through her tears, “Now what?” John shook her head to banish the emotions he felt over seeing his baby sister cry, “Go to Tommy.” Teddy quickly darted off and went in search of her other brother. When she found him, she announced herself with, “Look, Tommy, real tears!” “What the fuck?” Tommy replied in shock, “What happened, tell me now!” “Nothing!” she quipped, “John made me.”   “I’ll fucking kill him,” her brother said automatically, “Did he throw you up in the air again?” Teddy grinned, “No, and besides that doesn’t make me cry…” “It did when you broke your arm.” She waved a disinterested hand, “Fine. But I mean he told me to cry because you needed a disattraction! “Distraction.” “Yes!” Tommy knelt down and said in a hushed voice, “Alright, first things first, you can never, ever tell Aunt Polly about this, do you hear me?” Teddy nodded obediently. “I mean it Teddy. She’ll have my fucking balls…” A high voice replied, “Which balls?” He sighed deeply again, regretting his words intensely, “Listen to me, eh? Don’t tell Aunt Pol.” “I will,” but a vague twinkle had come into Teddy’s eyes the second she realised her big tough brother was scared of Aunt Polly too.

Tommy lifted up Teddy and she rested on his hip, hugged close by his arm. She could vaguely smell his hair, his cigarette and a whiff of horse on him. This was her brother, who’d been gone for two whole years. She was only little when he’d gone, but Teddy remembered she cried a lot. All she ever wanted at night was for John to play with her and for Arthur to sit with her and for Tommy to tell her stories. She and Finn used to curl up together and cry. But now he was home, not the same, but still home.

“See them?” Tommy pointed, with a smile playing about his lips like he used to have all the time before the war, “See that family?” Teddy followed his hand with her eyes, “Yeah, the ones with the man with the blue scarf?” “That’s the one,” he nodded, “I need you to distract them.” “Why?” “So I can take their horse.” Teddy turned to face Tommy, and as she grinned, his face lit up as well, “Are we going to steal the horse, Tommy?” Teddy whispered excitedly. “Yes.” She lowered her voice even more, “just you and me?” Softly, he planted a kiss on her head, “Can’t do it without you…” Couldn’t do any of this without you here, he thought, but didn’t say it. “Alright,” he continued, “I’m going to talk to the man with the scarf. Meanwhile, John and Arthur are going to pick a fight with some other men, over by the candied apples, you see?” “That’s why I got an apple…” Teddy mused, slightly disappointed. Tommy quickly got her attention back, “I’ll be talking to him about this other family I know,” he waved a hand, “it’ll be something useless, but I’ll get him to walk away. John-boy is itching to punch someone, so he will, don’t get scared, alright?” Teddy frowned, “I’m not scared of John.” “Now, you see that horse, the black one, by the water?” She peered through the crowd of people and finally caught a glimpse of the beauty. Her eyes lit up in a way that only the Shelby’s eyes light up when looking at a horse. “There’s two boys with him. I need you to go to them. Make sure they walk away from the horse.” “Tommy…” Teddy thought out loud, “Won’t they know it was us?” He smirked at his sister’s intellect, “No. They don’t know us. Besides, they’re feuding with another family here. There’s a war coming, but we won’t be involved this time. Don’t worry about it, eh?” “Why are they fighting, Tommy?” she was not letting it go so easily. “Because I made it happen.” Then he walked a few feet so that they were both hidden from sight, “Now, I need you to distract the boys, and maybe some of the women as well. Cry, if you can, and if anything goes wrong, scream. I know you’re good at that…” “Who will take the horse?” “Johnny Dogs will. He’s close by,” Tommy leaned his forehead onto Teddy’s, “Think you can do it?” “Yes!” “Not too scared?” “Never!” Teddy replied enthusiastically, which slightly worried Tommy, but instead he said, “Go on.” So Teddy walked out behind the tent on her own and started thinking sad thoughts, just to make the tears come easily later on. There wasn’t much need for them though, because as soon as she approached the boys who were washing the horse, one called out, “Piss off!” “Fuck you!” Teddy replied in a flash, “This is free land and I’m a free woman!” she heard Aunt Polly say that once, “I’ll go where I fucking please!” One of the boys pushed her and angrily Teddy shoved him back. Then the second one came for her, and Teddy suddenly remembered her mission. So against all of her instincts, she let herself be pushed to the ground and started howling as soon as she landed. Immediately heads turned and Teddy cried like she hadn’t done in two years, “They pushed me!” But somewhere from out the corner of her eye, she saw Arthur arguing with someone and John landing a punch, almost in slow-motion, and she knew everything went according to plan. “Did not!” the boy protested nervously, “she started it!” Teddy curled up a little and held onto her leg like it was hurting, while trying to make herself as small as possible, “It hurts…” “What have you done!” a strange woman called out to one of the boys, who shrunk visibly as soon as he heard her voice, “fighting little girls now, are you?!” “I didn’t, ma! She started it!” but before he could finish his sentence, he’d gotten the first smack around the head. One down, one more to go. So Teddy upped the tears and it worked beautifully: the second boy didn’t wait for his mother to hear, but decided to run instead. Slowly, Teddy started to calm down, because if she just stood up now and showed it was all fake, everything would’ve been for nothing. She made that mistake once with Finn, and she wouldn’t be doing so again. After about a minute, chaos had descended on the fair. Men were fighting, Tommy was making an already nervous man simply anxious and this side of the camp was almost deserted. But where was Johnny? Teddy got up and hid near the beautiful horse. And then she saw him: somehow Johnny had ended up in the middle of the fight as well. This could ruin everything! “Come,” Teddy beckoned, “Come here! I promise I won’t hurt you…” and much to her own surprise, the horse obeyed. She untied the reigns and like he’d always been hers, he followed her down into the river. Teddy swam a little, wondered for only a second what Aunt Polly would say, and then climbed up onto the horse’s back in the water. From there on, she made a quick decision and urged the horse on. The river was low and couldn’t be seen all the way from the camp, so she kept the route of invisibility. After a while, she spurred the horse on and he climbed the riverside, with the tiny load still on his back. From this distance, Teddy could still see the fair, but because of the trees she was certain they couldn’t see her. “Now what?” she asked the horse, because she hadn’t really thought this through. In reply it neighed. “Shh!” Teddy scolded, “you want me to get caught?” So she steered the horse by its manes and made her way to where the family car was parked. With some luck, everyone else would still be too busy fighting. *** “Teddy!” Teddy turned her head and saw her brothers running, with sheer panic in their eyes. “Where the fuck were you?” Tommy demanded. Teddy shrunk a little at the anger in his voice, “I didn’t know where to go so I went here…” “Car. Now!” Tommy fumed. “That was actually smart, Tom,” Arthur defended her. Tommy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “I thought something happened to you… That’s why I tell you not to leave my fucking side!” “I’m sorry…” she whimpered and tears started forming in her eyes again. “Don’t even try that,” John joked, “We know you can pretend now.” Looking caught, Teddy tried to hide the smile she shared with John. “That’s it, Tom,” Arthur walked back and forth to get rid of the adrenaline still coursing through his body, after they found there little sister was missing, “We’re not using our bloody sister again, for anything!” “Agreed,” Tommy said at once. “I thought you wanted the horse?” Teddy questioned. Again Tommy sighed and he lit another cigarette, “No fucking horse is worth losing you over, Teddy.” And that’s when she realised he wasn’t angry, just worried. “No fucking horse,” Arthur agreed. “But…” she started. John interrupted, “Forget about the horse, Teddy, we’re just glad you’re okay.” “But…” “Besides, we can get a horse some other way, eh?” Tommy continued, “Might even pay for it…” “But…” Tommy held up a hand, “Stop interrupting me, Teddy.” Instead Teddy interrupted him, “But the fucking horse is fucking here!” she pointed beyond the car at the woods, “Look! I rode him here after Johnny didn’t show up!” “I’ll be fucking damned,” Arthur blurted out, “she rode the fucking horse here.” John burst out laughing and simply high-fived Teddy, but Tommy looked as stunned as Arthur did. Anxiously, Teddy waited for Tommy’s reply, occasionally saying things like, “Johnny wasn’t coming,” and “my tears were almost dried up,” and “it wasn’t really my fault, the horse just followed me!” “Teddy Shelby,” Tommy said finally, “you little horse thief…” “You told me to,” Teddy said pointedly, but couldn’t quite hide the pride in her voice. “Oh, so this is our fault, eh?” Teddy shrugged and put on an angelic face, “Well, Arthur taught me how to steal, John taught me how to cry and you told me what to do…”

He pointed at her, “You’re heading the right way for a smacked backside...” Again Tommy looked at the horse and then he coughed a short laugh, “Alright, you win. We’re all horse thieves. Go get your horse.” “Mine?” “Yours.” As Teddy got the horse, the brothers still couldn’t get over the fact that she just did all of that. “Before we go home, there’s just one more thing, Teddy,” Tommy said, “Tell me again what I made you promise.” “Don’t tell Aunt Polly about this.” “Or?” he said menacingly, hoping he still had some authority over her by usually being the one who punished her, when he wasn’t teaching her how to steal that is… “She’ll have your balls.” Tommy eyed his two brothers who doubled over in laugher, but decided to ignore that. “Good girl.”

*** Masterlist

[rubysunnday]

it’s a love story

a/n: this is a looonnnggg one, but i enjoyed writing it a lot. Thank you to @gryffindors-weasley who’s stories have inspired this one - if you want more sweet Colin please go read their stories!

words: 3,703

summary: Y/N has loved Colin since they were children but it was one-sided. She was content to stand aside and watch Colin move on without her. Until Marina.

Unrequited love hurt.

It was easy to lose yourself in night-time fantasies of a life with the one person you loved - dreaming of your wedding, your house and the day they confessed their feelings to you.

Y/N had loved Colin ever since she’d been a child. It’d started off as nothing more than platonic love - they’d been best friends since childhood, and they’d stayed close over the years as they both grew up and turned into something that vaguely resembled adults.

She’d never revealed how she felt to him. Y/N didn’t want to tell him and run the risk of ruining their friendship. She simply stood aside and watched him flirt with and at almost every woman in London. It never bothered her - it was how Colin was. He flirted and played around but never settled.

Until Marina.

Y/N hadn’t thought twice about how he flirted at Marina. Admittedly, it had hurt to see how close they’d been at Daphne’s wedding party and how besotted Colin seemed to be with her. But Y/N had just thought Marina was another passing fancy who would be married and vanished after the season ended.

But the garden party changed that.

She hadn’t wanted to go. Ever since Daphne’s wedding she’d been keeping her distance from Colin and the Bridgerton House in general, not wanting to set herself up for anymore heart ache and pain then what she was mentally prepared for.

As her carriage pulled up to the gardens, Y/N felt her hands begin to shake. It was ridiculous how nervous she was - nothing had even happened yet! She was just nervous to see Colin and have to disguise her feelings from him and Marina.

Before the wheels of her carriage had even stopped rolling, Eloise ran over and flung open the door, looking up at Y/N expectantly. Benedict reluctantly chased after his sister after his mother shoved him in Eloise’s vague, general direction.

Eloise squinted up at her, attempting to read Y/N’s mind. “Nope, you’re not running away,” she said, reaching up and grabbing her friends’ hand and practically pulling her out the carriage, sensing Y/N’s desire to be anywhere other than there.

“Oh, Eloise, don’t start,” Y/N complained, barely catching herself on Benedict’s outstretched arm as she missed the step entirely and lost her footing.

“If I have to suffer, you have to suffer,” Eloise replied, almost pouting.

Y/N sighed, still clutching Benedict’s arm as she regained her sense. “Eloise, I don’t want to be here. I can’t cope with... well, that,” she waved a hand in the vague general direction of where Colin was.

“And I can’t cope with my mother doing what she does best,” Eloise shot back, snatching Y/N’s hand and pulling her into the gardens. “Now, come along, dear Y/N.”

Not trusting her friend, Y/N grabbed Benedict’s hand and dragged the man along with her, ignoring his muttered complaints as he reluctantly followed after his sister.

Everything seemed to be going fine. Y/N hovered around Benedict and Anthony, making small talk with the two and strategically avoiding looking at or being in the vicinity of Colin and having to talk to him.

Every time she looked over at him, he was with Marina, smiling dumbly at something she’d said and looking stupidly doe-eyed at her.

Marina hadn’t done anything to Y/N and was probably a lovely person, but she still infuriated Y/N beyond belief for no reason at all. Her mere existence irritated her.

Benedict looked up, having asked Y/N a question that had been met with silence. He noticed her staring at Colin and nudged Y/N’s arm. “Stop staring.”

Y/N blinked and turned her head away from Colin, plucking an invisible thread off the cuff of her dress. “Thanks,” she muttered quietly. She hadn’t realised she’d been noticeably staring.

Despite never saying anything, both Eloise and Benedict - and presumably the rest of the Bridgerton household since neither sibling could keep their mouths shut - knew about Y/N’s unrequited love for Colin.

When they’d been children, Colin and Y/N had gotten ‘married’ in the back garden of Bridgerton House. It’d been a big event involving all the family and the staff and had ultimately ended in the two getting a ‘divorce’ that evening when Colin threw a carrot at Y/N. But it’d been obvious even then how perfect they were for the other.

Y/N looked up as someone gently knocked their knife against their glass. Her heart almost stopped when she realised it was Colin and that Marina was standing next to him looking very pleased.

“May I have everyone’s attention?” Colin asked as silence fell over the gathered party.

Y/N was trying not to think the worse. She could see the confusion on Anthony’s face at what his brother was about to do but Y/N knew, deep down, what was about to happen.

“I would like to make a small but important announcement,” Colin continued, practically beaming. “I have happy news to impart.”

Y/N could hear her heart beating. She knew what was coming. There was nothing else that Colin could say that would make sense and that would make Marina smile so much. She unconsciously reached out her hand and grabbed Anthony’s arm, squeezing it tightly.

“I have asked Miss Marina Thompson to be my wife, and she has accepted.”

Everyone around them gasped in delight. Benedict was smiling, Lady Featherington was beaming, and Anthony looked like he was about to throttle someone.

Y/N felt as if her entire life was falling apart in front of her. She’d lost the one thing that meant everything to her to someone else. Her grip on Anthony’s arm increased and he looked over at her.

“Smile,” Anthony whispered, despite his own surprise and anger. “And go congratulate them.”

It took a moment for Y/N’s mind to realise that Anthony had even spoken. But a moment later she nodded, plastered a smile to her face and approached Colin and Marina with false joy and gratitude despite the fact her heart was breaking apart inside her.

For the rest of the week, Y/N stayed at home. Despite the invitation being extended to her to join the Featherington’s and a few of the Bridgerton’s for dinner, she declined it, unable to bear the pain of seeing Colin and Marina stare lovingly at one another.

The seventh day of hiding dawned annoyingly early and Y/N, who felt as if she hadn’t slept in months, found herself pottering around her house with no purpose in mind.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

Y/N turned around to face her butler. “Yes, Simmons?”

“Miss Eloise Bridgerton is here to see you, ma’am. She’s refusing to leave.”

Y/N sighed and pursed her lips. “Of course, she is,” she muttered. “Where is she?”

Simmons gestured to the lounge and Y/N headed down the corridor towards the room.

“Eloise, I swear -” Y/N cut herself off abruptly at the pained yet excited look on Eloise’s face as the woman ran up to her and all but crashed into her.

“The engagement is off,” Eloise said all at once, her excitement overtaking her need to speak.

Y/N blinked. “I - what is off?”

“Colin and Marina Thompson’s engagement,” Eloise said again, elaborating a little more. Y/N blinked again. “What?”

Eloise grabbed Y/N’s hand and dragged her into the living room, thrusting the latest Lady Whistledown into her hands.

Y/N hadn't read it in the past week - every page being focused on Colin and Marina and how happy Daphne and the duke had seemed. Every description of anything related to love added insult to injury.

She scanned it quickly and stared at the words with wide eyes. The paper fell from her hands as she looked up at Eloise.

“She... she’s pregnant?” Y/N whispered, almost not daring to say it. “What, when, how - I mean, I know how but...”

“I didn’t know how,” Eloise admittedly sheepishly.

Y/N’s head shot up, Colin and Marina forgotten. “How did you not know? You grew up with three older brothers!”

Eloise shrugged. “It just... never came up. Anyway,” she fluttered the piece of paper in font of Y/N’s face, “Colin’s free.”

“Eloise -”

“What? Y/N, there is nothing standing between you and Colin.”

Y/N sighed and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Eloise, your family’s reputation is... in a treacherous position. If I’m seen flinging myself at Colin to try and benefit from this... I’m not that sort of person. Maybe in a few weeks when its all calmed down...”

Eloise looked her friend up and down. She sat down next to her and took her hand. “Okay. I don’t agree with it but, okay.”

Over the next few days, Y/N began spending more time around the Bridgerton’s, visiting their house like she had before Colin’s proposal.

All of the Bridgerton’s, bar Colin, knew why Y/N had vanished for a few days but said nothing of her sudden re-appearance. Y/N put it down to feeling ill - she tried not to fall apart when Colin asked after her with concern in his voice and worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine now,” Y/N told him, smiling. “Just a blip.”

“Good,” Colin replied, matching her smile.

Y/N sipped on her tea, casting her eyes down as she felt her stomach flutter at the sight of his smile - even if it didn’t reach his eyes. “Are you attending the Queen’s garden party tomorrow?” Y/N asked, setting her cup down on its saucer with a soft clink.

Colin nodded. “Daphne and the duke are back in town... so, yes, we’re all going to be attending. Are you...”

“Yes, I’ll be there,” Y/N replied, trying not to smile at the palpable relief that appeared on Colin’s face at her answer.

Despite everything that had happened over the past few days, Colin and Y/N’s relationship hadn’t changed. Yes, Y/N was still longing after someone she would likely never have but she’d missed her best friend too much to sulk in her own misery for much longer.

The day of the Queen’s Garden Party, Y/N joined the Bridgerton’s, walking in with the family, her arm in Colin’s.

“Isn’t this lovely?” Violet asked, smiling as she put her arm around Hyacinth. “All of us together again. And Y/N.”

Y/N laughed. “Thanks, Lady Bridgerton.”

“Yes, it’s lovely indeed. We should tempt scandal more often,” Colin muttered. He grunted lightly as Y/N elbowed him in the stomach. “Ow.”

“Hush,” Y/N replied. She was highly aware of everyone staring at them - a given considering the scandal that Marina had brought down upon the Bridgerton’s.

After a few minutes, and after the Queen had accosted Daphne and the duke, Y/N wandered off from the Bridgerton’s, mingling with the other guests and indulging herself in a glass of lemonade and a biscuit.

“Oh, Miss Y/L/N!”

Y/N closed her eyes at the shrill, grating voice of Cressida Cowper. She was the last person she’d wanted to see let along speak to. Y/N plastered a smile to her face and turned to face Cressida.

“Miss Cowper, how are you?” Y/N asked.

“I’m wonderful, thank you. I just wanted to know what you think you’re doing,” Cressida replied, her tone cheerful but the words sounded and felt forced.

Y/N frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Cressida.”

“Mr Bridgerton - Colin, I mean. You’ve been fawning all over him since the news about Miss Thompson broke -”

“I haven’t been fawning, I’ve been trying to be a good friend,” Y/N replied slowly, her frown deepening.

Cressida waved a hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, but we all know that your ‘friendship’ is a disguise for your unrequited love for Mr Bridgerton.”

The empty glass in Y/N’s hand all most fell to the floor, but she kept a tight grip on it as she looked at Cressida. “Excuse me?”

“Well, it’s well known that you are in love with Colin and that he doesn’t know. And if he did, well, that would be your friendship over, wouldn’t! Perhaps you are even Lady Whistledown and wrote that article on Miss Thompson to have Colin all to yourself.”

“I don’t know what you’re implying here, Cressida -”

“Oh, I’m not implying anything, Y/N,” Cressida replied, smiling slyly. “We both know the truth about your relationship with Colin. I just can’t imagine how hurt he would be if Lady Whistledown turned out to be you. Besides, it’s not like you actually think he could possibly love you? You don’t deserve him.”

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Colin asked, stepping into the conversation and putting a hand on the small of Y/N’s back.

Y/N turned her head away and, despite the tightness in her throat, swallowed and smiled. “Yes, Miss Cowper was just leaving,” she said firmly.

Cressida all but stamped her foot as she turned and flounced off. Colin watched her go and then turned back to Y/N, frowning in concern. He was no stranger to the stings Cressida and her mother often gave out to the Ton.

“What was that about?” Colin asked. “I didn’t really hear much -”

“Nothing,” Y/N cut in. Colin’s hand was still resting on her back and she could feel the heat of his hand seeping through the light pink silk of her dress. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t just be friends and pretend her feelings didn’t exist when they did.  She took a shaky breath in, clenching her lace gloved hands tightly as they shook. “Excuse me.”

Ignoring Colin’s worried and hurt expression, Y/N stepped away from him and walked off towards the back of the gardens in search for some peace and quiet.

Y/N found a small side garden amongst the hedges and darted into it, kicking the small white picket fence gate shut behind her - forming a very pathetic barrier that Colin could probably climb over.

Cressida had always had the ability to get under her skin. Normally she would simply forget and move on with her day but everything Cressida had said - minus the Lady Whistledown accusation - was true.

She didn’t deserve Colin. That was partly why she’d been so content to let him marry Marina - because she didn’t deserve him. And why would he love her? Compared to Marina and every other women Colin had flirted at or with, she wasn’t much of anything.

“Y/N?”

Y/N closed her eyes at the sound of Colin’s voice, mentally wishing him away. She refused to turn around and face him - she could feel the emotions beginning to win over her and could feel her eyes burning.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? What did Cressida say?” Colin asked, walking up to her and putting a hand on her back where the fabric was nothing more than a sheer covering.

Y/N could feel the heat of his skin and the soft skin of his hand and suddenly wanted him to just go away and never speak to her again because it would make things so much easier.

“Nothing that wasn’t true,” Y/N said softly, a stray tear escaping her eye and dripping on to her cheek. She felt Colin still and knew he’d heard at least some of what Cressida had said. “You heard, didn’t you?” Y/N asked quietly.

Colin didn’t answer for a moment. “I... I heard the last few sentences.”

Y/N laughed humourlessly. “Of course, you did,” she said, her laugh mixing with sobs. She turned around to face her best friend with tears in her eyes.

Colin looked at her, stunned by the broken expression on her face. In the years he’d known her, the only time he’d seen her that broken had been when her mother had passed away and she’d sobbed into his arms all night. “Y/N/N...”

“No,” Y/N stepped to the side, away from Colin’s outstretched hand. “No, I’m sorry.” She inhaled sharply. “I can’t... I can’t do this. I know - I can’t.”

Colin lunged forward and grabbed Y/N’s wrist as she turned to go, yanking her to a halt and forcing her to look at him. “Y/N, wait.”

“What, Colin? So, you can make fun of the fact that I’ve been on love with my best friend since I was sixteen?”

“No, I just... I need an explanation - I need someone to explain because my head is spinning,” Colin replied. “I don’t understand.”

Y/N sniffed, looking down at the grass. “You own my heart, Colin,” she said simply. She looked up. “When I dream of my future it's with you. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with - the one I see myself loving until I die.”

Y/N paused, swallowing down the tears that wanted to fall. She had to say this now, to get it over with and make it clear. Even though it was physically hurting her. “And I know you don’t feel the same way so, we can just leave this here. Nothing else has to be said about it. I’ll leave and we don’t have to speak of this again - or even see each other if that’s what you want.”

Colin said nothing. He was too stunned and surprised by the sudden confession and the events of the past few days to form a sentence. Y/N nodded sadly, taking his silence as her answer, and left the gardens.

She tried to hide her tear-stained face and broken heart as she emerged back into the main party. She’d arrived with the Bridgerton’s and had no way of getting home without them. Y/N spotted Anthony near the entrance and quickly made her way over to him, desperate to leave before anyone cornered her or spoke to her.

“Anthony,” Y/N said softly, nudging his arm.

Anthony turned around as the people he had been talking to walked off. It took him all of thirty seconds to take in her teary eyes, her shaking hands and the broken look on her face. “Y/N...”

“I’d like to go home, please,” she said quietly, her voice breaking on the last few words.

Anthony, to his credit, didn’t ask why. He nodded and took her arm, steering her out the garden. He caught Benedict as they passed, the two sharing a quick and quiet conversation. She caught the pitying stare Benedict gave her, the simple action making her tears free fall once again.

The carriage they had arrived in wasn’t waiting out front for them. Anthony looked around for it but saw no sign.

“I’ll be back, are you alright to stay here?”

“I’ll be fine,” Y/N replied, nodding.

Anthony squeezed her shoulder and walked off with a determined stride to find their carriage.

“Y/N!”

Y/N closed her eyes and turned around. “Colin, don’t -”

Colin skidded to a halt in front of Y/N, scattering the pebbles of the driveway with his sudden stop. He was panting, as if he’d ran from the garden to the driveway without stopping.

“Just, listen,” he said, cutting her off. “I... I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say.”

“I know, you don’t like me, it’s fine -”

“Will you,” Colin walked forward until he was inches away from her, “just listen?” He took her gloved hand and held it in his. “I didn’t say anything because you caught me entirely off guard. The past few days have been chaos and I need a moment to think. Because the last thing I expected was you to declare your love to me in a garden on a random Thursday. The truth is, Y/N, is that I have loved you ever since we had our wedding in the gardens of my house.”

Y/N let out a snort of laughter despite her tears. “I thought you didn’t want me,” she said softly, looking up at him. “Why would you? I don’t deserve you -”

“That,” Colin said, putting a hand on Y/N’s cheek and wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb, “sounds suspiciously like the words of a Cowper. Y/N, I love you. I thought you didn’t want me!”

Y/N laughed tearfully and leant into Colin’s hand, still resting on her cheek. “We’re idiots.”

“That we are,” Colin agreed, nodding. “Y/N... the way I feel when I’m with you... there is nothing on this earth that is comparable. I’ve been waiting my entire life for you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I thought Marina would be the one to make me forget you but every time I looked at her... I thought of you. I thought about how much I want to kiss you -”

“Then kiss me,” Y/N said, her voice not much more than a whisper. “And make it a good one, Colin.”

And suddenly his lips were on hers and there was a hunger and a need as he kissed her. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his chest. Y/N’s hand went to the back of his head, her fingers combing through his curls. She could feel his heart pounding and could feel the warmth from his skin as his hand moved up her back.

It was years of waiting and pining and wanting the other. Y/N needed Colin like she needed to breathe, and Colin needed Y/N like he needed water to live.

Y/N reluctantly pulled away from Colin, her hand still in his hair. She rested her forehead against his. “I love you.”

Colin rested his forehead on hers. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, staring at her. His hand was on her waist and the other one was on the back of her neck, stroking the skin gently. “I love you too.”

“So... are we organising another wedding?”

Y/N dropped her head on to Colin’s shoulder at the sound of Anthony’s voice and groaned loudly.  “Seriously, Anthony?!”

“You two kissed in the driveway,” Anthony pointed out, crossing his arms and attempting to look intimidating despite the stupid grin on his face. “Now, are we going or staying, because I’ve still yet to find our carriage.”

“We can stay,” Y/N replied, her hand entwined with Colin’s. “And when we walk back in there, we’re going to break the Ton.”

[nctsworld]

skateboard love

✩‌ yangyang x reader | skater boy!yangyang | college au | fluff | 2.2k

SUMMARY | yangyang tries to get you to skateboard for the first time and in doing so, you’re taken back to when you first met him. // for @notnctu​’s beginning collab! WARNINGS | slight injury (reader trips over a curb), one swear word, kissing RATING | teen+ TAGLIST | @infnteen​

“I can’t do this,” you mutter, shaking your head in defeat.

The ocean waves clamour nearby as you stare down at the skateboard and concrete pavement beneath your sneakers in frustration.

The weight of your helmet and the wrist guards are blatant in your every movement. Sure, it’s a little embarrassing at your age, but it’d be best to rather be safe than sorry.

Thankfully, they’ve been coming in handy during the times you almost fell and slipped off of your boyfriend’s skateboard. It may have been his idea to try to learn, but you weren’t opposed to it, thinking it’d be easy.

They say things are easier said than done, and now you’re forced to admit skateboarding definitely falls under that list.

“Yes, you can,” Yangyang softly says. Beside you, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, causing you to peer into his gleaming eyes and bright smile.

Despite the recentness of your relationship, your boyfriend’s patience and encouragement feels like routine, like he’s been by your side for your entire life. His words don’t fall on deaf ears; you parrot his smile and muster a small nod, albeit glancing away shyly.

“Just think about all the times you’ve watched me skate past the library and copy what I did.”

Petulantly, you stick your tongue out. “It wasn’t that often.”

Disbelief reflects back at you in the form of an eyebrow raise.

“Really?”

“Really!”

Around mid-September, in the most modern, glass-structured library on campus, you found a studying area that was perfect for you.

Main floor, nearby the entrance doors for an easy exit when class was about to roll around. A high stool chair that was cushioned comfortably for endless hours of equal parts studying and procrastination. Plugs and desk space galore.

Above all, it was perfect because you had the picturesque view of the boy who always skated every other day around 11:50am towards his next class across the wide stoned boulevard in front of the library.

You noticed him the first few times when you initially sat upstairs. Even from afar and above, your interest was piqued over how coolly he skated past all the students. There were only so many students who biked to their next class, and even less who skateboarded.

And after you decided to sit downstairs for once to finally steal a closer glimpse of him, you were completely smitten upon capturing his handsome features.

Thus, your heart constantly raced in anticipation when 11:50am hit, as students scattered all across campus during this transition period. 

With a thumb tucked in his pocket and headphones over his ears to boot, the mystery skater boy often slid past around 11:55am, making your mind wonder where his former class was and where he was going. Was he in Engineering? Arts? Business?

The latter option didn’t seem likely since his style didn’t echo the stereotypical look of the faculty. Dark coloured hoodies and sweaters, bomber jackets, and skinny jeans were his usual choice of fashion, alongside the occasional baseball cap. And on the days he wore his cap backwards, he was truly in his skater element.

No matter, you always swooned with your chin perched atop your fist or resting inside your palm as he passed by. The brief sighting of him easily became the highlight of your day.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t try to look for him in your classes, but to no avail. You had to live with the fact that you’d only get to know him in passing as he skated on by the library.

When the mere hoodies and sweaters were exchanged for heavier, thicker jackets and coats, he still continued to traverse across campus via his unsurprising mode of transportation. You especially admired his dedication on the days filled with rain and wind, wishing there was some way for you to ease his trips to his next class.

All throughout the couple of months, he was consistent in attending that one class.

Except one day.

It was a Friday, about a week or two near finals season. The weather was quite chilly now, but snow wouldn’t be an issue until after winter break and well into the next semester, so there wasn’t any reason for him to not use his skateboard still.

Maybe he was sick at home, you thought. Pouting, you tried not to dwell over the stranger because that’s all what he was. 

Someone you didn’t know, someone you only watched from afar. Someone that filled your daydreams, pondering what he’d be like and what’d you two could talk about... but nevertheless a stranger.

Oddly enough, about an hour past noon, someone dragged you out of your thoughts momentarily as they unusually sat nearby your spot. 

The unspoken library etiquette was to sit as far away from others for more personal space, especially in the area where you frequented. You tried your best to ignore the shuffling of the person placing their laptop and books onto the elongated wall-length table, feigning laser-focus on your notes.  

But a few moments later, you heard a whisper coming from their direction.

“Is this your favourite spot in the library?”

“Hm?” you hummed, dragging your headphones down to your shoulders as you swivelled towards the seated stranger. Air seized in your lungs and your eyebrows shot up.

The gorgeous skater boy glowed with rosy cheeks from the cold air outside, paired with his stunning smile. You realized this was the first time you’ve ever seen him smile—preciously, by the way, with his teeth on full display—and your heart stirred like crazy.

A beat stretched out. Your jaw hung in shock and you blinked blankly. Guess you solved the mystery as to where he was today.

He beamed more intensely at your awe struck and continued to whisper, “I always see you sitting here when I get to my next class.”

“Uhm,” your jaw snapped up, prior to your dry gulp. “What?”

“Yeah,” his deep chuckling tickled your ear. God, of course a smooth voice matched a face like that. “you stare out the window so cutely whenever I pass by the library.”

A record scratched, then you rewound the moment in your head. Not only did he knew you existed but...

Did he just called you cute?

Catching on with awareness over his own words, the skater boy pouted to one side. His cheek jutted out adorably and red seemed to crawl over them, progressing over to the tips of his ears too.

Light giggling from both parties filled the space, with you tucking your hair behind your ear and him tugging on the ends of his sweater paws.

“So, are you skipping class?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

“Yeah,” he replied, gesturing towards his busy study set-up ahead of him. It was a similar scene to yours—notes layered and layered upon each other, a laptop which displayed more notes, and a few textbooks were open too. “When you need to skip a class to study for another class...”

You nodded sympathetically, pointing a finger to your organized mess to imply the same. “Finals season.”

He nodded as well in unity and you two exchanged another round of smiles.

“I’m Yangyang.”

With that, introductions were made and bits of information were shared. Your hunch was right—he was in Engineering, but he also had some elective labs that were being held in the Science side of campus. Made sense why he had to navigate across campus from one end to the other.

Before the conversation began to get carried away, he issued a small apology. “Sorry, I really shouldn’t be interrupting your studying. I’ll leave you be.”

Admittedly, it caught you off guard. You wanted to pipe up about how he wasn’t interrupting, that you wanted to dive into getting to know him more. You’ve seen him practically almost every day for the last couple of months and you didn’t want to let this chance slip through your fingers.   

Yet, at the same time, you begrudgingly knew he was right. You had to study for your upcoming in-class final, so you held your thoughts back and unwillingly turned back to your responsibility at hand. 

It was difficult to study with skater boy being in the same vicinity as you—practically an arm’s length away from you—but you eventually tampered down your jitters and honed your attention.

Hours passed. Neither of you really shifted much besides the casual stretching or the much needed break to the bathroom.

Darkness loomed in the winter sky and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him writing, which he hadn’t done during the time he’d been there.

And then, after an ear-piercing slow rip of paper that echoed in the library, he slid that piece of paper in your direction with one simple question that ignited the spark for the beginning of you and him—

I know we just met, but do you want to go out sometime?

“’Cause if I recall...” Yangyang continues, breaking you away from your bout of reminiscing. He absentmindedly tucks away some loose strands of hair sticking out of your helmet. “You watched me at least since the beginning of last semester—”

“Nu-uh,” you cut in, lying in a childish tone.

“Yuh-huh,” he rebuttals.

Under the warm afternoon sunlight, you two begin to have a staring contest, squinting and playfully seething at one another. When your boyfriend squints harder with a ruffle of his nose, you follow suit. Eventually, you give in with a sigh.

“Okay, fine. Even if I did watch you a lot, it doesn’t mean I can just absorb your skateboarding skills through memory.”

Cockiness fades over his joking exterior as he flashes you a shit-eating grin. “It’s cause you were too busy focusing on my handsome face.”

Becoming second nature for you by now as he’s often like this, you roll your eyes and lightly punch him in the arm, but... he isn’t wrong.

And from your lack of an articulate response, Yangyang knows he’s right.

Sparing you from injuring your pride further, he swings the conversation back to what you were doing here in the first place. 

A hand of his steadies you by the bottom of your back. “Balancing feels weird, I know, but you’ll get the hang of it. Let’s try again.”

Releasing a lengthy exhale, your head bounces fervently in hopes that false confidence and your boyfriend’s support can morph into a successful skateboard run.

The careful push he gives you is ample enough to have you ride down the street by yourself. Your body wavers side by side and you fear that you’ll teeter to a stop like all the other times, but somehow, your foot swipes across the pavement, carrying you further down the street.

It’s not fast by any means, but as you persistently execute it, you gain traction and see yourself finally riding without any issues.  

“Yangyang, I got it. I got it!” you shriek as you quickly glance back towards him.

He radiates in response and gets lost in you, equally proud that you finally found your balance and basking in how stunning you look as you coast down the beach side street.

However, his trance breaks when he sees you’re about to hit the edge of a street curb.

“Babe, watch ou—”

The scene happens fast. You’re suddenly laying on a patchy part of the grass, with the skateboard by your feet. Yangyang bolts to you, hunching down as he daintily tugs you to sit upward.

“You okay?” he pants nervously.

At first, you nod without a thought since the helmet and wrist guards have saved you from any potential major injuries. 

However, your boyfriend’s eyes widen when out of nowhere, you draw in air between clenched teeth. Your butt feels as if it’s on fire, since it was actually the body part that mostly broke your fall.  

He suggests to sit here for a while to let the pain dissipate, reassuring you’ll be fine from his own past experiences. 

As you rest awkwardly beside him on the grass, placing weight on your hip rather than your rear end, he aids you in ridding of your safety gear. Once they’re off, he kisses your hand tenderly.

“Maybe we should leave the skateboarding to me, for now,” he mumbles softly into your skin, leaving another kiss upon your hand.

You mope in agreement. “Maybe so...”

Caressed in his arms, you link eyes with him. Your eyes flutter to a close while he delicately eases you into him by the back of your neck.

The intense pressing of his lips against yours feels heavenly, almost entirely sedating your mild pain. He kisses you deeper, disregarding everyone and everything in proximity. You reciprocate it all back eagerly, cupping his cheek and gripping onto his strong frame as you do so.

Peeling away breathlessly, you tip your forehead against his. “Should we go back to the library and have me watch you longingly from our old spot?”

Yangyang hurriedly shakes his head.

“Nope. Never again,” he replies, his thumb stroking your cheek. “If you’re watching me skateboard, you’ll be doing it by my side from now on, beautiful.”

A chuckle trickles from you. You’re about to retort back, but your one and only skater boy diverts your train of thought, dragging you in for another long, blissful kiss. 

[ktheist]

take my whole life too | m

muses. jeongguk x heir!reader

genre. chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au.

words. 5k

warnings. dad!jeongguk, house husband!jeongguk, simp!jeongguk, implied smut verging on actual smut, mentions of break up and arguments

x

you never gave much thought for jeon jeongguk - not for how he looks, not for how much he makes, not for how compatible you are together. nothing. so much for promising to stay together through health and sickness till death do you apart.

but that’s just the thing, you were willing to let go of your heart in exchange for the wealth of your family. which is inherently yours until the findings of your grandfather’s will appointing his administrators the task of safeguarding the billions of dollar estate against his unmarried granddaughter who to be fair, has always had her eyes on that bejeweled ring of his. it’s less about the diamond and more about what possessing - legally, of course - the ring could do. for one, nobody could challenge your legitimacy as the chairman of luxean. and boy, do your overbearing aunties like to nitpick every little thing you do at the board meeting just to put their sons and daughters in a better light.

so yeah, you would say sacrificing your non-existent possibility of falling in love would suffice. plus, jeongguk can go shopping for convertibles with a swipe of a card, fly from london to italy to greece and back to london within one night. heck, he can even have a steamy hot night with the locals and bring back a greek goddess of a mistress if he wanted to.

except for one problem: he wants to do all those things with you.

well, considering how he stripped down to just pants with the buckle undone and protrusion of well defined abs that leads to a tantalizing v-line beneath the contrasting black band of his calvin klein halfway to the bedroom of your suite after the ceremony, completely disregarding the fact you never spoke to him unless you were in the presence of other people - watching eyes - and the limited time you have to change into your second outfits, you figured he’d want more than just hot and steamy nights in paris and peaceful quiet mornings in athens in your sundress and off white spring hats.

he either hasn’t figured out that he’s just a tool for you to gain public opinion or he doesn’t particularly care as long as he’s getting some.

“you’re leaving?” the voice that asked the very obvious question bears a sort of despondency to it.

when you turn to face the man lying naked - and looking like a well sculpted greek god at that - in the bed, you curse yourself for forgetting the one simple thing that you promise yourself not to do: look at him in the eye. by god, you’ve never seen anyone -  any man - who could be so good at weakening your resolution and making you want to climb into bed and cuddle him like a puppy.

“didn’t soyeon tell you i have a meeting?” you manage to sound casual about it for the most part as you put on the earrings that lie abandoned on the vanity when jeongguk came in just before you were almost done with your make up and bent you over the vanity to fuck you once before carrying you to the bed and fuck you in your sensitive state.

“i know,” he mumbles.

and when only silence follows suit, you can’t help but let your hands rest on your hip as you raise your eyebrows, “but?”

it takes a moment of the man trapping his bottom lip between his teeth and leaving it with a sort of pinkish shine when he releases it, “can we have another go?”

“you’re hard?” this time, the surprise in your voice is unconcealable, “again?”

“i know - i’m sorry - it’s just... that dress looks really good on you,” he doesn’t even bother to hide his ogling.

so to answer the question of whether you fucked him that time at your suite when you were supposed to change, yes you did.

“sounds like a you kind of problem,” you wave with the hand that picked up your purse - all your essentials already there, “go out and have a look at athens before we fly for london tomorrow - oh and maybe grab some dinner for yourself.”

“when will you be back?” as much as you like to think you’re indifferent to your husband, you can’t help but think he looks endearing for shying away from your gaze and rubbing the back of his head hesitantly, “i thought maybe we could have dinner together.”

there’s a strain in his voice but you brush it off, shrugging, “what do you think meetings like this are held over? i am going for dinner,” you want to take that back as soon as it escaped your lips but instead, you turn around, “anyways, don’t wait up.”

that’s one habit that he seems to have - waiting for you until you climb into bed with him after long hours of frying your eyes in front of the laptop in the common area.

either way, you strut out of your suite, leaving your husband with a semi-hard cock, you didn’t miss the way it twitched at your blatant rejection just before you turned your back on him.

and so you go about your day, the meeting coming to a close flawlessly as with a signed contract and a meal worthy of the restaurant’s reputation. by the time you thought the approaching figure from the corner of your eyes is the waiter bringing your desserts, kim taehyung was in the middle of thanking you “for meeting me on such a short notice, on your honeymoon at that.”

“i should thank you for reaching out to my secretary when you heard i’d be here too,” you chuckle, hand pushing a stray hair to the back of your ear before your gaze travels up to meet the man’s, “my grandfather always says, there’s no security on this earth, only opportunity,” raising the wine glass mid air, you offer him a smile, “and god does not help anyone seize it unless they do so themselves.”

“the late chairman was a wise man,” he raises his own glass, only to freeze at an awkward angle when the waiter finally approaches you.

except it isn’t the waiter. 

it’s-

“___,” a voice fills your ears like velvet on skin, you already know who it belongs to before you even look up at the man whose out-of-character furrowed brows and pressed lips all but makes you want to shoot up from your seat and spout out explanations you don’t even owe him, “i thought i’d pick you up since it’s,” he checks his rolex - it was the first thing you bought him after assessing his lack of accessory after you’d both signed the contract, “half an hour till midnight and the polignotou isn’t going to wait for us.”

taehyung is the one to break the silence, “it seems i’ve taken up too much of your time.”

before you can even refute it, he’s already standing up and fixing his blazer before stepping to the side to properly face your husband. 

“congratulations of your marriage, mr. jeon,” then he turns to you, his smile just as excellent at yours when it comes to hiding your emotions and that could only mean that tonight is drawing to an end on a bad note thanks to your husband’s interruption, “mrs. jeon.”

and with a final words of ‘i’ll have my secretary send you the papers soon’, he’s gone like the wind.

“what are you doing here? i told you i had a meeting! not gallivanting with some greek men!” the words come out in a low hiss when he takes the abandoned seat across from you as you gaze around the vicinity in case there are other business acquaintances that happen to know you.

“i’m sorry -” he mumbles out, “i was walking down the streets and i saw you at the balcony of the restaurant and-” he stops short of his words, tongue darting out over his lower lip for the briefest moment.

“and?” you echo, brows arched.

“i got jealous of seeing you with another guy,” his voice is barely above whisper but you hear it loud and clear.

you’re almost sure that you’ve slipped but and let your eyes narrow at him like a puzzle that you can’t figure out but it’s gone in a heartbeat as you pick up your purse and clear your throat. possibly in search for the right words to say but perhaps also an admittance of your caught-off-guard situation.

either way you stand up, “let’s go, the street starts getting scarcer by 2 and i’d rather stay safe and walk with more people than less.”

x

you did end up walking.

it was a halfway walk but it’s still a walk, that was, until you saw jeongguk pulling on the material of his pants every two minutes. the lack of lights did well to hide it but even then, your eyes automatically pans towards the noticeable protrusion in between his legs. as if your body has completely adapted to his scent - that subtle but evident scent of masculinity, his gaze - the pure, unadulterated desire within the shadows in his eyes and his touch - the way his hand seems to inch lower down your ass before he traces back up to settle on the dip of your spine before it left you cold and unattended when he started to tug on his pants.

“jeongguk -ah, fuck,” you bite back the moan that spills over your lips, “you’re making too much noise.”

“yeah?” his voice bears a lull to it as he thrusts in and out of you in the way that makes your legs come together and your heart leap all the way to your throat as your hands grip onto the dampened cart jeongguk pushed you against in the closest alleyway you were walking towards before he bent you over, lifted up your dress and pulled your panties down.

not even a minute passed before you felt him inside you. and by god, did you feel filled to the brim. the sheen of sweat coating your skin is cold against the chilly night air, the sinful sounds echoing off the walls makes you pray for the first time in a long time that no one is nearby and the way jeongguk is hitting all your sweet spots has you gritting your teeth in hopes that it’d be one less sound to get you arrested for public indecency.

in a country that you’re not a citizen of, at that.

you’re not sure how you got back to your suite and how the hell did you switch into your night dress but you have an inkling that it has something to do with the man whose arm traps you against a hard, muscled body when you started shifting to wake.

his breath fans the back of your neck as he slurs his words but you can make out a ‘five more minutes’ after a grumble and a faint ‘chaeyoung’ at the end.

“no,” you’re not sure what or who you’re saying the words of rejection to, but you slam a fist into arm that’s holding you, “let me go! jeongguk! let me go!”

he finally does at the bloodcurdling scream that could wake up the whole city. but somehow security hasn’t come bursting through the door and the streets in front of your room hasn’t halted its hustling and bustling.

“wh-what happened?” jeongguk’s wide eyes scan the room for the one, solid minute before they rest on you but instead of settling with the deduction that your scream was caused by his own entrapment - possibly the unfamiliar name he blurted out - he crawls over to you, “are you okay?” hand on your cheek as he checks for something.

they return to your eyes when you slap it away though.

you’re not even sure why you’re seeing red but you attribute it to the fact that- “how did i get in this?”

he takes one look and blinks, “i changed you because you fell asleep in the cab and i carried-”

“why?” arms crossed over your chest, you speak over him.

“i... i thought you might be uncomfortable sleeping in that dress,” you can almost hear the screws in his brain turning in search for answers.

“stop, okay? don’t act like you’re some award-winning husband - you’re not, you were broke and was about to lose your only source of income when i came to you and asked if you wanted to not have to work a day in your life,” he must’ve not known that his eyebrows twitch at the words, “it’s always been about the money - i get it, so you can stop now. we don’t have to play house when no one’s around because this isn’t an actual marriage and we don’t even love each other.”

you expected the stars in his eyes to dim out, expected him to avert his gaze somewhere to the most random thing like the ugly vase next to the door or the phone on the nightstand or the window where the sound of kids laughing and vendors across the street obnoxiously greeting his neighboring competition.

but instead, he looks straight at you, “what is it then?” he asks, “what are we if those good night kisses, cuddling into each other in the middle of the night when we woke up briefly before falling back to sleep, holding hands while walking and making love every night-”

“i don’t know where you got that because i never kissed you, i never asked you to wait for me to go to sleep together and i never touched you first - they were all you,” your head dips to the side just the slightest bit, “and we had sex every night. that’s it - it’s just sex.”

the last thing you see before you climb off the bed and lock yourself in the bathroom, dialing up your secretary’s number to book a plane ticket for yourself, is what you’ve initially expected to see.

stars that don’t shine as bright as the morning they twinkle and greet for the first time of the day. brows that knit together but not because he’s anxious or nervous about telling you something.

when you stepped out, he’s gone and you don’t leave any notes. not even a text after you packed up your belongings, hailed a cab and went straight to the airport in your darkest shades and brightest dress.

and so it goes, not a single rumor about your early arrival in seoul and your lack of spouse with you. mainly because jeongguk and you have put up quite a show for those watching eyes. a love story worth spectating and an ending keenly awaited. but you’ve made it clear, during your about-to-hit one month honeymoon that you’re truly, deeply, madly in love with your chosen husband, so much so, that you’re willing to leave the chairman seat unguarded. 

it’s a gamble but it worked like magic. the board members welcome you back into the company without any inquiry even though you’re one week too early. mr. yoo even seems relieved to see you when you’re on your way to your office on your first day back.

“it’s nice to see you again, miss ____ -” he stops himself, “i mean, mrs. jeon.”

you shake your head, laughing, “miss ___ is fine for me, everyone’s known me as that for so long.”

when you reach the end of the hallway where you have to part to go to your office, and him to his, you tap him on the arm once with a hand that lacks a wedding ring but he doesn’t seem to care as he dips into a bow and bids you a good day.

and so it goes, you start burying yourself in your pending works while also juggling surprise visits from two of your aunts, to which each does not fail to not-so-discreetly give your left hand a once over. but you’re faster, having kept your ring in the drawer and pulling it out and slipping it on under the desk before standing up to greet the elder women both times without fail.

on the day jeongguk and you were supposed to return, you’ve debated on booking a hotel just because you don’t want to face him - soyeon briefed him about your sudden departure back to korea and that there was no reason for him to come back with you. and so he stayed. travelled to london and then to glasgow with a black card and unlimited possibilities - just liked you promised him on the day you signed the contract.

things might have gotten off track but coming back to the familiar scent of ocean from your candlewicks and the bonzai that belonged to your deceased grandfather in the corner of the room, you’ve found your purpose again - the reason you would go so far as to sacrifice your heart for this position.

you’re never going to lose sight of it ever again.

but when the door beeps once after you punched in the code, the smell of something delicious waft in the air after you stepped into your apartment and jeongguk greeting you with a pink apron with printed with hearts all over it, you feel yourself freezing in your spot.

“oh, you’re back?” his back is on you as he redirects his attention to the sizzling goodness in the hot pan, “i’m making fried noodles, it’ll be done it 10 minutes - why don’t you go and change first?”

it takes a moment of you staring at the black tresses of his head and the broad shoulders with a pink string hanging over the back of his neck before you actually take a step towards the stairs. once you’ve showered and dressed in your pajamas - you prefer those than the lingerie jeongguk has only ever seen you in - it takes another moment for you to stare at the golden strings layered with button mushrooms, beef slices and prawns and a fried egg over them.

“okay,” you shake your head, as if to shake away the trance that seems to come over you - jeongguk’s already looking at you with a curve on his lips, “what is this?”

“friend noodles,” he says simply.

“no,” another round of head-shaking passes, “i mean, what are you doing? i literally insulted you and called you a bum and a gold digger.”

he takes a minute to mull over the matter, bottom lip jutting out as if to say, “yeah, i kinda am.”

“you must also not realize that i only talk to you when we’re in public or when we’re having sex,” you point out, fork gripped tightly in your hand to which he gives a glance at before reaching to pull it out of your grasp and setting it on the napkin next to your plate.

“love making,” he reiterates but before you can even get a word out, he holds up a hand and tilts his head in a ‘wait’ kind of manner, “and a relationship is 50-50, you work and i cook and clean.”

your eyes narrow at him for the longest moment before you pick up the fork again, this time dipping it into the strands of gold and twirling it before directing it to yout mouth. an appreciative moan leaves you as the spice and sweetness spread over you like a whole new experience.

“good right?” jeongguk mimics your action, digging in and smiling proudly with the first bite.

it’s only when you’re done and loaded the dirty dishes into the washer, as you watch him take off the apron with his back on you whilst you lean against the edge of the counter, do you finally ask, “who’s chaeyoung?”

the way he freezes up with hands middair, in the middle of hanging the strap over the hook - isn’t the least bit surprising.

“wh-who?” the hesitant way he looks at you and then to his feet and then to the sink with a hand rubbing the back of his neck - is familiar. welcomed even but you don’t show.

“you tell me,” you shrug, “must’ve been someone important - someone who you’re used to having wake you up.” you let the silence hang in the air for several heartbeats, watching as his adam’s apple bob whilst his wide-eyed gaze shifts from the sink to the block of knives to the stool before they rest on you.

“maybe a girlfriend you left behind in exchange for money - the money i offered you,” and with that, you watch as his gaze shakes and his pink move but no words come out.

it’s only a long moment later, that he finally manages to find them, “i... i haven’t seen chaeyoung ever since we got married.”

“well, congratulations!” you bring your hands together in a crisp applause, lips curving into one of your schooled smiles, “soyeon contacted her and guess what she said? she said you told her you were going to the city to find a job and didn’t want her to wait on you which was why you broke up but poor little chaeyoung is still waiting for you on the country side - you can go see her and your parents.”

and with that, you turn your back on him for the first time since you left him to an empty suite and a cold bed. 

“why are you so...” but just as thought you could walk out of this like a winner, jeon jeongguk somehow manages to pull you several steps back with just words and eyes that bears more emotions than you can handle, “mean?”

“you’re always smiling and laughing with your secretary like you’re best friends, you always look sad when you talk about your grandfather and you always kiss your parents on the cheek every time you meet them... why-” he stops short when he meets your gaze - you’re not sure what he sees that makes him look like he’s been punched in the face with a wild ball. 

“i’ve always been mean,” you feel your eyebrows rising before you blink once, “you just had your head in the clouds, dreaming about how you can make a girl with a rotten attitude change and maybe fall in love with you along the way - well guess what? i’m not her,” and just like that night in athens, something in the way he stands, stiff like a rock and eyes darkened with a sort of desire, your eyes travel down to his pants where a painfully obvious erection protrudes against the fabric of his pants, “...and you like it.”

“no, i - this - it’s...” he fumbles on his words as he clasps his hands over his crotch, but the way his eyes seem to find solace at the sight of your cleavage screams desperation and agony.

“___... you don’t have- fuck,” the first moan falls out of his mouth when yours wrap around him. 

“only because i can’t have a proper conversation when all you’re concerned about is how to take my blouse off from all the way across the room,” you say after a delicious ‘pop!’ when your cheeks hollow out just before you pull away.

it takes only a few more pumps before he’s begging you to “wait- please - i want you.”

it’s the ‘please’ that gets you.

“fine but don’t come inside,” you relent, hands fiddling with the zipper of your skirt before jeongguk’s polite ‘let me’ as he bends you over the counter, chilly air kissing your skin as a tear echo against the wall and you wonder if you’re free in the weekend to go shopping for-

“oh my god,” the moan slips out of your mouth in a pleasured surprise - you didn’t expect him to get your pantyhose, panties and skirt out of the way that fast.

thought with the barely noticeable discomfort of your panties digging into your hips, you figure he opted for keeping them pushed to the side instead of getting rid of them completely.

they do come off anyway, left in the trail of clothes strewn along the way to the stairs where jeongguk decides to have you bend over because “it’s a perfect place for a doggy,” and you concur as you moan and whine while he fucks you like he owns you. hand keeping your hair in a lock whilst he holds your upper body up whenever you’re about to lose yourself and bury your face in the steps. 

but you do manage to get to the bedroom, just not the bed. you made a mess on the carpet - it’s going to stain an ugly shade of sex and lust but soyeon will probably not even bat an eye once you ask her to schedule an appointment with an interior designer. might as well give your room a make over.

so it goes, jeongguk likes to call your eye rolls and offers to lend him a driver to drive him to his hometown to meet the love of his life - cute. alternatively, jealousy. which you simply roll your eyes at, again.

at times, he comes over to your office - mainly to take you out for lunch but ends up fucking you over your mahogany table. and later in the car on the side of the road where an officer came knocking on the fully tinted window - you had at least 60 seconds to button up your shirts and pull down your skirt while jeongguk zips up his pants with a whine before you roll your window down.

how the rest goes, you rather not say.

but you’ve sworn against car sex - at least in daylight and in an open space.

so when you end up walking past a mirror in your room, just as you’ve donned an off white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, you find yourself freezing in shock. hands coming to cup your stomach, you squint at the woman who’s squiting back at your belly.

“honey, breakfast is ready,” jeongguk pokes his head into the room, the infamous pink apron tied around his front and a pair of light orang oven mitts on his hands.

“do you think I gained weight?” you quiz, knowing full well that he’ll spout a heartwarming but blatant lie about-

“no, i think you’re a healthy weight,” a man that looks like him comes to hug the woman in the mirror, kissing her head before glancing at his reflection once and turning back to it, squinting his eyes at the part where your hands are.

“uh,” he hesitantly starts, “how much chipotle did you have last night?”

“not enough that’s for sure,” you turn to him with an incredulous look, “i went to bed hungry,” a light smack lands on his chest - to which he doesn’t even bat an eye, “cause you keep stealing my food!”

“maybe we should book an appointment,” he suggests, voice smooth but the glint in his eyes and the suppressed smile on his face gives away his exitement.

“no, i can’t be pregnant,” you shake your head, walking over to the vanity to pick up your purse and keys, “it’s not the right time.”

“but what if you are?” you hear the hurt in jeongguk’s voice but your interest overrides your emotiones.

“i just can’t be,” and with that, you place a kiss on his lips, “i’m sorry, baby.”

and with that, you left for the kitchen when jeongguk still tried to reason with you. he tried again for the next few days until you set your food down and told him a baby is never going to be in the picture.

but two months down, you barely fit your clothes and jeongguk has been kissing you good morning before bending down and pressing his ear to your belly, “and good morning to you, my little blueberry.”

and he’s been kissing you good night before pecking your stomach and wishing the life form growing inside you a ‘come out fast so mommy and daddy can meet you, okay?’

“good news and bad news,” soyeon said exactly one month ago after you’d fainted in a middle of a meeting and woke up in a hospital room, “you can’t be pregnant but you are and you’re gonna need an heir soon anyway so...”

“it’s bigger than a blueberry now,” you point out  - jeongguk’s been calling your child a blueberry ever since he rushed to the hospital after getting a call that his wife fainted and once he was there, got flashed with a sonogram the size of- “the doctor said it’s as big as a blueberry, not chipotle,” you’d been indifferent, mainly because a child wasn’t in your plan and you’d been taking birth control since way before you got married.

but jeongguk had been overjoyed. taking care of you everywhere you go, he didn’t even let you drive and instead searched up for drivers with a long list of the lowest rates of accidents in their records. he gets into the shower with you because he “can’t wait to have a family shower together” and packages of baby clothes have been pouring in with matching shirts and ‘mom’, ‘dad’ and ‘baby’ printed on each one and he shows them to you after you got back from work.

his love for your child had made you fall in love with being a mother. with having a family of your own - the two notions you never thought you could wrap your head around as you made your vows to each other two years ago. 

and it’s somewhere down the line, as you watch jeongguk rock your baby in his arm as she sleeps soundly amidst the beeping of the heart monitor, jeongguk’s voice like a lullaby as he murmurs ‘you’re so beautiful, you have mommy nose, and my lips, thank you for being born,’ and when he twirls around, probably feeling the heat of someone’s stare from all the way on the bed, he looks at you with that lost, wide-eyed wonder before his lips curl into a smile, eyes disappearing into crescents.

-it’s then, do you realize that jeongguk has become the person you smile and laugh with, the person you greet with a kiss and the person your heart beats for.

he’s your husband, lover, soulmate.

x

note. i have another preview with the same title and characters but from a historical era which i haven’t managed to finish but if you see a marquis!jk and x heir!reader then yk hehe. also if you like arranged marriage au’s do check my masterlist! i have a lot of them apparently (i just realized while writing this fic lol)

i’ve been super stressed and feel like i haven’t actually been doing anything i really like in the weekend so i sat down and decided to finish this draft idea once and for all! 

first off, oc is a douche bag who cares about herself a lot but it’s written in her pov which i hope portrays a justification (which isn’t necessarily okay) to the things she do. but in other people’s story, she’s that woman who stole a person’s man, or she’s that hard ass boss that nobody really likes but pays good, or that graunddaughter that seems to think about her grandfather’s money only. but no one is easily good or bad, it’s more than that just like oc. and i hope to send at least that message through this story. not one can be just ‘good’ or ‘bad’.

in my opinion, there’s no development in her character bc of the word count and the fact that i didn’t plan for it to be long enough to include a development. i just wanted to write about an asshole who has feelings and can be nice to certain people. she’s probably still an asshole but her feelings for jeongguk changed and so is her treatment towards him (as per foreshadowed) and he became one of the people she loves - and i say probably because we’ll probably never know for sure and it’s also not up to my interpretation alone. you, the readers, may think she has or may think she hasn’t - either way, this is just a story about someone who you might know, maybe someone who you’d dupe as selfish. either way, i hope yall enjoyed it!

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Behind his back.

A/N: Darker fic for me to write but i’d had this idea for a while and i really hope you enjoy, please do read at your own risk as i have given warnings! 

Summary: Y/N goes behind Tom’s back and gets herself into a terrible situation.

Warnings: Swearing, death, gore, violence, general mob stuff, knife use, gun mentions and smut (oral fem r), unprotected sex (please practise safe sex) Minors do not engage. 

This is a darker one shot so please only engage if you feel comfortable, i have put all the warnings in.

W/C: 6.6K

You knew you shouldn’t be here, you knew how dangerous it was, Tom had specifically asked you to sit this one out but you didn’t listen. You knew coming here could be the end of it all for you, you could easily lose your life tonight but you were optimistic, confident in your abilities. You wondered briefly if Tom would kill you himself if he found out you’d deliberately disobeyed him.

You were a card Tom kept close to his chest, only bringing you in when he felt it was absolutely necessary. Most people assumed you were just an ordinary woman, only a few of Tom’s close friends knew who you were, most of his men didn’t even know you existed. He only ever met you at your house and it was always at some ungodly hour, making the sneaking in and out easier.

You remember when you first started working for Tom, you were initially sent to gain information from him by your previous employer. He caught onto your act after a while and found himself so impressed by your ability that he hired you to extract information for him.

“I should get going.” You said as you removed yourself from Tom’s lap, you’d been flirting all night, of course this was part of your plan. You’d been touchy feely for a good hour by this point, making it easier to take the document you needed from his pocket and discreetly slip it into your bra.

“But I was having so much fun darling.” He smirked, if this had of been any other night, you’d have let him take you home. He was by far the most attractive man you’d ever had to extract information from.

“Maybe I’ll see you around.” You flirted back and made your way to the back exit of the club, hoping to slip into the night and deliver the piece of paper that was still wedged into your bra.

You made it outside in the alleyway between the club and the building next door when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You almost screamed but remembered the last thing you needed to do was draw attention to yourself, especially when Tom owned this club, you couldn’t have him finding out what you’d done, it’d blow everything.

“Not so fast darling.” You relaxed slightly when you heard his voice, melting into his hold only slightly.

“I told you I was tired and I’m heading home.” You said innocently and he chuckled before turning you around and pinning you to the wall, arms either side of your head and you felt your breath hitch at the closeness. You knew you could have given him a good kick between the legs and bolted but you didn’t want to. You’d heard he was dangerous yet you doubted he’d hurt you.

“I think you have something of mine.” He said as he peppered kisses along your throat and you shivered in his hold.

“I don’t think so.” You said again and he chuckled before moving his hands to your waist, your hands finding his hair as he continued to kiss along your neck, hands sliding up your sides and you found yourself panting as you grew aroused.

“Tom.” You said as he sucked on your neck, leaving a mark. He hummed as his hands slipped further up your sides, cupping your breast with one hand.

“You gonna hand it over? Or am I gonna have to take it?” He said as he brought his face back to yours, lips inches from your own. “You’re good, had me fooled. If only Haz hadn’t have asked to see the paper, you’d have gotten away with stealing it.” You laughed slightly as you realised you may as well drop the innocent act.

“Dam Harrison then.” You said and he threw his head back as he laughed.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game princess. How do you know I’m not going to kill you for stealing from me, I’ve killed people for less you know?” He said and although you should have been intimidated you weren’t, you were so wrapped up in his scent and just him.

“If you were going to kill me, I assume you would have done by now.” You said confidently, your lips where still inches apart and you were fighting everything in you not to close the distance. You felt yourself become disappointed as he moved away from you and held his hand out.

“True. I still want it back though.”

“How do you know I still have it on me?” You tried.

“I don’t for certain but I assume you do. Hand it over and I’ll give you something in return.” He said and you found yourself hoping that meant an absolute railing in this alleyway. You pondered over the idea before you sighed.

“I can’t. The people I work for won’t be happy, they’ll kill me. So I suppose I have to make a choice, let you kill me or them, either way I’m fucked.” You said, the atmosphere shifting from playful to serious as he furrowed his brows as if deep in thought.

“I’m not going to kill you but I am going to take my documents back.” He said after a while and you gasped slightly as he pinned you back to the wall, hand reaching between your breasts as he pulled the paper from your bra. You moved to snatch the paper back from him, ready to hit him and run but he was much faster than you.

“You know who I am don’t you?” He asked and you nodded your head. “I can make the people you work for disappear, make sure you’re safe, I just want one thing in return.” He spoke again.

“You don’t even know who I work for.” You said.

“True, I don’t but it doesn’t really matter. Tell me who they are and I’ll make them go away.” He said and it sounded as if he was trying to reassure you.

“What do you want from me?” You spoke after a moment.

“I want you to work for me.”

That was that, he indeed did get rid of the mobster you previously worked for, you still don’t know what he did and ultimately didn’t care. Tom was a much less demanding employer and always made sure you were safe, he didn’t leave you to fend for yourself, ever. You were yet to see where he lived, he didn’t want anyone to accidently see you and make any connection, he wouldn’t endanger you like that.

You were head over heels for him, completely in love, nothing ever happened between the two of you. There had been a couple of occasions where you’d thought he was so protective over you because he liked you back but after months of him not making a move and last weeks words, you realised that you were just a good business investment and that’s why you were so well protected.

You knew you were here tonight because you were in love with him, because you wanted to prove yourself to him, make him see you were more capable than he gave you credit. You weren’t just some girl who was good at flirting and stealing. James Kane was a dangerous man, he didn’t care if you were male or female, if he wanted you out of the way, you were dead. There were rumours he’d killed his ex-wife so she wouldn’t get any of his money in the divorce.

He’d become a thorn in Tom’s side and Tom was growing desperate to get him off the board, that had sparked the argument you’d had last week.

“Tom, I can do it!” You practically begged him. “I know where he’s going to be, it’ll be easy. He wouldn’t suspect a thing, he’s too arrogant to believe a woman could outsmart him.”

“Y/N.” Tom sighed as he stood from your couch. “No. I will not have you in the same vicinity as him, I can’t go with you, he knows who I am.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, he wasn’t used to people arguing his authority.

“Send me in with someone else.” You pleaded.

“No.” He said. “You’re not going, end of.” He snapped.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” You said and he almost pinned you to the spot with his stare, you’d annoyed him.

“I pay you to do what you do remember.” He snapped. “You’re not going, it’s too dangerous.” He said.

“So what? Why do you care so much?” You almost screamed in frustration.

“Because I-“ He cut himself off.

“Because what Tom?” You shouted and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought for a moment.

“Because you are a very valuable asset that I can’t afford to lose.” He said and your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. You really were just a good business deal. “You’re not going and that’s final, I’ll find another way to deal with him.” He didn’t give you chance to respond as he slammed the door to your home shut, leaving you crying.

You hadn’t spoken to him since, you were angry at him, you wanted to get this information from James and hand it to him personally and gloat. You realised it was probably stupid to think this way, you wanted him to love you back so badly that you were here tonight, putting your life in danger. You were currently seated on James lap as you flirted, your phone had now been buzzing in your bag for ten minutes.

“You should probably get that.” James spoke into your ear and you had to fight the urge to vomit as his hand trailed up your thigh, nothing like the night you’d flirted with Tom, you hadn’t been acting then.

“That would be so rude of me though.” You said as you leant your head back onto his shoulder, you needed to fish around for the documents soon and you knew it but you had to play carefully, you were on your own, no back up.

“I don’t mind.” He said as he licked a stripe up your neck and you shivered but not in a good way, thankfully he thought it was. You turned and kissed his cheek as you grabbed your phone from your bag, James’s arms looped around your waist.

You furrowed your brows as you checked your screen.

Tom: 40 missed calls.

Tom: 13 new messages.

“Who’s Tom? Boyfriend?” He said and you put your phone back into your bag after switching it off.

“My brother.” You lied, hoping he’d drop it.

“Seems pretty clingy.”

“He probably wants a lift home from his night out.” You spoke and James kissed your shoulder. “I’m just gonna go to the toilet, I’ll be back in a minute.” You said as you kissed his cheek once more.

You removed yourself from his lap and made your way into the bathroom, splashing water over your face as you sighed and looked into the mirror.

“Come on Y/N, you can do this. You don’t need his protection for everything.” You pep talked yourself, your nerves were getting the better of you. You were also panicking now because Tom was trying to get hold of you and you never ignored his calls, he was gonna be even more pissed at you. You made your way into a stall and as you locked the cubicle you heard someone else enter the bathroom, assuming it was a woman here to do her makeup.

You made your way out of the cubicle and your blood ran cold as you saw James leant against the sinks, arms folded as he pierced you with his gaze, the piece of paper you wanted to get hold of was held in one of his hands. He knew and you were fucked.

“I was gonna give you more time, but I assume you lost your nerve. He’s not sent you with anyone tonight has he?” He spoke and you tried to compose yourself, play innocent.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said and he shot you a glare so foul you knew you were done for.

“Don’t play dumb with me you stupid bitch.” He spat and you started weighing up your options in your head, you had to get away. “You honestly think I don’t know who you are. Very cute pet he has.” He spoke again, you needed to keep him talking whilst you weighed up your escape.

“How did you find out?” You went with.

“Tom put his trust in the wrong man. Jacob isn’t as trustworthy as you think, worked for me for years. He told me all about you and how precious you are. He doesn’t know you’re here tonight does he?” He spoke so honestly and you knew in that moment that his intention was to kill you, he didn’t need to hold back because in his mind you were a dead woman walking. Your blood pumping was pounding in your ears as he spoke.

“Tom wouldn’t be so stupid as to send you to me, no. You’ve come here off your own back.” He deduced. “Shame it’ll be the last decision you ever make.”

You bolted towards the door and James caught you, arms around your waist and you panicked, shoving your heel into his foot, he screamed in pain as he let go of you and you took the opportunity to kick him between his legs before bolting out of the bathroom.

You knew you couldn’t go to the entrance of the club, too many of James’ men were around so you bolted out of the fire escape and into the alleyway. You hastily took your heels off and threw them so you could run faster, you made your way into a different alley nearby, the area was quiet, no people around. You fished around in your bag for your phone and as you went to switch it on, you felt a body collide with your own.

“You fucking bitch.” James spat as he pinned you to the ground, your phone went flying and you watched with disbelief as it went down a drain, this was it, you were going to die and all you could think about was how you should have listened to Tom. “He’s not worth dying for you know.” James spat again and you felt the tears slip from your eyes. “Don’t cry, I’ll make it quick.” He said as he wiped at your tears and you felt around you for something, anything you could use. Your heart rate sped up as your hand gripped a rock and you used all your force to hit him in the temple with it.

He groaned as the force knocked him onto his side, you were quick to stand as you ran out of the alley and just as you were about to reach the opening a hand gripped your ankle and pulled you onto your front and you cried out in pain. You felt the blood trickle from your head as it collided with the concrete. He turned you over and you fought against him as he straddled you.

“You really are a feisty thing, I can see why Tom likes you. Bet you’re a good fuck, that’s why he keeps you around.” You studied his face and saw his head was split where you’d hit him with the rock and given his position over you some trickled down the side of his face and off his chin, onto your own face. Tears were streaming down your face as he spoke.

“Wait. He’s not fucked you has he. Fucking coward. Has he not told you he’s in love with you?” James taunted making your heart hurt at the thought of Tom and how you were probably never going to see him again. He laughed as he realised he was right. “I want you to beg for him, I want you to beg for him to save you.”

“Fuck you.” You said as you spat at him, he lifted a hand to wipe it away and you took the opportunity to punch him in the gut as you tried to roll him off you but it was no use, he was much stronger and heavier than you.

“You silly little cunt. I was gonna make it quick but now I think I’ll savour it, then I can tell Tom how he wasn’t fast enough, how he couldn’t save you. It’ll kill him to know he couldn’t save you. You’re gonna beg for him and the last thing you’ll ever remember is how much you begged for him to save you and he couldn’t.” He said as he got a knife out of his pocket, your eyes widening as he brought it to your face.

“Such a pretty face, it’ll be a real shame that he won’t recognise it when I’m done with you.” He said as he used the blade to draw a cut into your cheek, it wasn’t too deep but it was enough to draw a lot of blood, you screamed in pain as you felt it trickle down and into your hair. “That’s right scream for him, scream as loud as you can. Maybe he’ll hear you and come running. Might just be able to watch me take your life. Maybe I’ll carve out your heart and send it to him, poetic don’t you think.”

Tears streamed down your face and you felt yourself grow determined, you had to get back to Tom, you had to save yourself, you couldn’t let him win. You tuned him out as he spoke and felt around as you felt for the brick, you used it again, this time with a renewed force and you knocked him clean off you, you got up quicker than last time but it seemed James was just as quick as he grabbed your arm and spun you around.

Your hand went for his hand that held the knife and you used all your force to turn it towards him all as he went to stab you and you watched his eyes widen as he felt the knife plummet into his own body. You watched in shock as he fell to the ground, hands went from clutching his wound to reaching out for you, smearing blood on your legs and arms as he fell all as you stood there in shock.

Your knees collapsed after a while and you fell to the ground, fighting the urge to vomit, you must have looked a mess, blood, and dirt all over your exposed skin. You were no longer sure if the red of your dress was blood or the original colour. You’d never killed anyone before and although he deserved it and it was you or him, you still felt sick. You pulled your knees to your chest as you stared at James’s lifeless body.

You heard in the background as vehicles approached and you couldn’t find it in you to move and hide properly. You heard as gunshots were fired into the night sky and still couldn’t move. You jumped as a hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and the tears came again as you screamed, turning to shove the person who’d touched you.

“Christ, Y/N. Fuck, calm down, it’s me, it’s me.” You heard an all too familiar voice. You opened your eyes and were met with the piercing blue of Harrison’s. “It’s okay, it’s me.” He said and you cried harder out of relief. “Tom! Mate! She’s here.” Haz suddenly shouted and you heard rushed steps approach before they stopped completely.

“Fuck. Is that-“ Tom cut himself off as he took you in and his heart dropped. You were filthy, cuts and scars everywhere. He practically shoved Harrison out of the way as he dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “Princess, are you okay? Is that your blood?” He asked as he tried to look for any obvious and huge injuries. His voice was softer than anyone had ever heard it as he spoke to you.

“Some of it.” You croaked out and his heart broke. “Tom, he was gonna kill me, I didn’t have a choice, I didn’t mean to. He wanted me to beg for you to save me, said he’d carve my heart out and give it to you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kill him.” You rambled as he took you into his arms, nodding at his men who disappeared, leaving Harrison as he watched the interaction, it was like no one else was there, Tom was fixated on you.

“Baby,” he couldn’t stop the name rolling off his tongue, “it’s okay. He’s never gonna hurt you again. No one is, you’re safe, I’ve got you.” He said as he stroked through your hair, grimacing at the blood in it. This shouldn’t have happened to you. Harrison cleared his throat, reminding his boss that they needed to move, they couldn’t stay here, the gunfire would have attracted attention. Tom nodded as Harrison moved to start the car.

“We need to go. I’m gonna take you home.” He said and your hands suddenly grasped his shirt as you clung to him for dear life.

“I don’t wanna go home Tom. I wanna stay with you.” You begged and you didn’t care how pathetic it sounded, you needed him. He stroked your hair again as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He said again. “I promise I’ll stay with you, okay? We need to go though, I’m gonna take you to mine, you’ll be safe there, I’ll keep you safe.” He promised as he stood, you in his arms still as you leant all your weight on him, you grew more tired as he picked you up bridal style and carried you to his car.

“Haz, get someone to get rid of that quick.” He said, tone much more assertive than the one he’d used with you. He was referring to the body and you knew it but appreciated him not saying it. He carefully placed you into the black SUV as he told his man to drive, he didn’t let go of you the whole way to his.

Once you arrived at his he carried you into his mansion, if you weren’t so tired and still trying to process what had happened you might have been in awe of it. He easily carried you upstairs and into his bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom. Neither of you spoke as he undressed you, he was careful, every touch feather light like he was afraid he’d hurt you. He set the shower going as he got it to a good temperature.

“Okay, you should get in.” He spoke quietly and you nodded, before stepping into the shower and letting the warmth envelope you. You watched as the blood and dirt disappeared down the plug hole, washing away the evidence of what had happened tonight.

“Tom?” You found yourself calling and his head popped round the shower screen, his brows furrowed as he looked at you, he wasn’t looking anywhere except your face.

“Yeah?” He spoke softly and you cried again, his face softening.

“I’m sorry.” You said and he sighed before disappearing, you panicked that he was going to leave you until he reappeared, stepping into the shower with you, both of you naked as he held you in his arms. After a while he moved away from you, grabbing the shampoo as he lathered your hair, making sure to get all the blood and dirt out of it.

He took the sponge and cleaned you up, you winced as soap went into your little cuts, your legs and feet littered with them, he apologised every time you winced and you wondered what had happened to the big scary mob boss you were so familiar with. He was being so gentle and careful as he cleaned you up.

Once he was satisfied you were clean, he made short work of his own shower before getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He held out a hand as he helped you out of the shower, getting a towel and drying you off, wrapping your hair in the towel when he was done. He led you into the bedroom as he handed you one of his shirts and a pair of boxers as you put them on, watching as he dried himself off before pulling his own boxers on.

“Come here.” He patted the bed in front of him as you sat there, he took the towel off your head before grabbing a hair brush he had on his bedside table, you wondered if a woman had left it there and then cursed yourself at the jealousy that followed. He carefully brushed your hair and set to work platting it.

“Where’d you learn this?” You found yourself asking quietly as he fished around for a hair tie.

“I’ve watched you do it a million times, figured it couldn’t be that hard.” He said as he tied the end, dropping your hair and wrapping his arms around your shoulders before pulling your back against his chest. “What were you thinking?” He asked and you tried to find the annoyance, but it wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry.” You said again as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I wanted you to see what I could do. I wanted to do this for you.” You admitted and he sighed before kissing your cheek.

“I never once doubted you but I always wanted, no needed, you safe. You’re precious to me and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He spoke. “Princess you scare me.” He admitted and you spun around to look at him, feeling the anger you held towards him earlier that day rise.

“Why? Because I’m a good asset that you don’t want to lose?” You snapped and his face twisted in annoyance.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just remember that I specifically asked you not to go tonight and you did and you almost died.” He said.

“Yeah and I didn’t did I? I saved myself if you hadn’t realised.” You spat and his face went red.

“That’s not the point. You shouldn’t have been there in the first place.” He almost shouted and your anger reached a breaking point, you moved away from him and got off the bed.

“Fuck you Tom. Fuck you.” You spat as you made your way out of his bedroom, slamming the door. Seconds later you heard it open again and Tom’s footsteps followed you.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“Y/N, come back.” He demanded.

“No, I want to go home.” You shouted as you grabbed one of Tom’s many coats off the hooks and pulled it on, going to open the front door. Before you could pull it open Tom’s palm made a firm connection with the wood of the door as he held it shut.

“Please, Y/N, it’s not safe. You can’t go out on your own at this time of night.”

“I think I’ve proven myself pretty capable.” You snapped and he sighed.

“I’m trying here, will you please just stay?” It sounded like he was begging but he couldn’t have been, Tom Holland didn’t beg. Harrison had made his way downstairs now, the commotion having disturbed him.

“Are you guys okay?” He asked and you turned to look at Harrison.

“Please can you take me home?” You asked him and he nodded slightly. Tom pulled back from you and he looked almost hurt but you were too angry to care.

“Y/N/N I-“ Tom spoke and you cut him off.

“I don’t wanna hear it Tom, I’m more than just a business deal you know. I went there tonight to get information for you because I love you and I wanted you to see me as more than you do but that’s just wishful thinking.” You said and the atmosphere went silent at your confession. Harrison said he’d be in the car as you looked at Tom, you couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes.

“Until you’re ready to see me as a person Tom this isn’t gonna work.” And the roles from last week became reversed, you slammed the door before he could speak. You made your way to the car and Harrison smiled sadly as you hopped into the passenger seat.

“Y/N, he loves you, you know.” Haz spoke and you sighed.

“Then why doesn’t he just say it?”

“It’s hard for him. He doesn’t do relationships, he wants to keep you safe.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” You sighed and Haz nodded. “Jacobs dodgy by the way, he ratted me out to James.” You said and Haz looked at you in confusion as he pulled into your drive.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Make sure Tom knows I sorted two problems for him tonight, his rat and the thorn in his side.” You said, venom laced with every word.

**

You hadn’t seen Tom for a week and you were angry with him for a few days and now you just missed him. You wished he’d have followed you, come to your door and declared his undying love for you but no. No he hadn’t and you were angry about it and now you were just left with the sadness that he didn’t feel the same.

Your injuries had mostly healed, apart from the cut on your cheek and you wished you had a phone or at least remembered where Tom lived, but you debated it being a good thing you didn’t and couldn’t. You heard a knock at your door made your way towards it, pulling the door open, you were shocked when you saw him standing there.

“Tom?” You breathed out as you took him in, he looked like he’d not slept much, you hadn’t either, plagued with nightmares of James’ lifeless body. His hair was more untidy than usual, he was still sporting those black slacks that you loved so much, white shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled up, you were so in love with him that it hurt.

“We need to talk.” He said as he moved past you, you couldn’t decipher his mood. You shut the door as you waited for him to continue. “I am so angry with you right now.” He said and it was the last thing you expected him to say. “I’m angry that you thought it was appropriate to go behind my back and almost get yourself killed. I am beyond pissed off that you put yourself in so much danger.”

“Tom-“

“No, you’re going to let me finish. I’m angry that you think you’re just some business contract to me. You know the night you stormed out, I cried, I haven’t cried since I was a fucking kid. You scare me because you make me feel things for you that would put you in more danger than I already do. Fuck, I didn’t want you to go there at all because I am so fucking in love you that I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you.” He was almost out of breath when he’d finished, he’d taken steps towards you and now had you pinned to the wall. His eyes were desperately flickering between your own.

“I love you.” He said again and it was much softer than moments prior when he’d practically screamed it at you. You couldn’t stop yourself as you jumped into his arms, giving him a second to react as he caught you, your lips smashing against his in a desperate and needy kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” You said as you pulled back before kissing him again. “So much.” You said repeatedly, almost like a mantra, through kisses.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He said and you nodded as he kissed you again. You were desperate and needy for each other as you felt him grow hard, your own arousal growing. He lowered you down as you stood back on your feet, panting. “I mean it, don’t ever do that again.” He said again and you smiled as you put your hands on his face.

“I promise.” You reassured and he captured your lips in his again. You pulled away after a few minutes, your arousal having grown and you wanted him, fuck you wanted him. “Tom?”

He hummed in response as he kissed along your throat.

“I want you.” You said and he softly grazed his teeth over the skin of your neck.

“Come on then baby.” He said as he picked you up and made his way to the couch. He lowered you down as he took your shirt off, you’d forgone a bra today and he groaned at the sight of your hardened nipples. “Fuck you’ve got amazing tits.” He said and you laughed slightly. He took a nipple into his mouth and you moaned slightly. His hand slipped into your shorts and he collected your arousal on his finger.

“Shit, you’re wet.” He groaned and placed kisses down your stomach, he removed his hand and took the waistband of your shorts between his teeth, pulling them down your legs as he winked up at you. “Bet you taste amazing princess. You gonna let me have a taste?” He asked and you nodded profusely.

“Please.” You almost begged and he placed kisses up you leg before you felt his breath on your clit and your breath hitched. He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit and you moaned at the contact.

“You taste fucking amazing.” He groaned against your heat and you moaned again.

“Tom, please.” You needed him and he groaned as he encased your clit in his mouth, sucking as he listened to you moan out, like music to his ears. He wasted no time in licking and sucking your clit, twisting a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he watched your face from his position between your legs.

You could feel your orgasm approach as he sucked your clit more harshly and he groaned as your hips bucked up to his face. He moved away from you and your orgasm disappeared.

“Tom!” You almost shouted and he chuckled as he smiled.

“Come here, want you to ride my face.” He said and you almost moaned at the thought. You both moved so that he had his back on the couch cushions and you were hovering over his face. “Fucking beautiful view.” He said as he moved his hands to your hips and pulled you down onto his tongue. He went back to licking and sucking at your clit as you rode his tongue, hands gripping his hair.

You felt your orgasm approach again and you cried out as one of his fingers circled your entrance before slipping inside, curling towards your g spot. You continued to ride his face as he pumped his finger in and out of your tight heat, adding another finger after a while. You almost screamed as your orgasm washed over you, it felt amazing, better than your fingers ever did.

“Fuck.” You moaned as he rode you through your high, keeping your movements steady against his tongue. “That felt amazing.” You said as you moved yourself down his body, straddling his hips, he groaned as your heat made contact with his clothed hard on.

“Open up.” He said as he placed his fingers inside your mouth so you could taste yourself. “That’s it, fuck.” He said as you sucked his fingers, cleaning them, all while keeping eye contact with him. He removed his fingers as you practically ripped his shirt open, a few buttons falling to the floor. “Careful darling. That was expensive.” He teased as your hands traced his toned body.

You moved down and made quick work of his slacks, shoes, and socks. He smiled up at you as you lowered yourself onto his hardened length, both sighing in pleasure. You gave yourself a minute to adjust, you placed your hands on his chest as you moved on him, moaning his name as you did. You picked up your pace as you fucked him, you’d waited so long for this moment.

“Fuck Tom, you feel so good.” You moaned out, which only turned Tom on more as he gripped your hips and flipped you both over. It didn’t quite go to plan as you both ended up on the floor but it didn’t matter you were both so wrapped up in each other that neither commented, he just continued to fuck into you on the floor as you both moaned.

He fucked you like his life depended on it and he went even harder when he found the right angle for your g spot which left you practically screaming for him. You felt your orgasm approach and you tightened around him.

“Shit, if you keep that up I’m gonna come.” He gasped as he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in a figure eight as your orgasm approached faster, you screamed his name as your orgasm washed over you, he fucked you through it, thrusts growing sloppy as he pulled out of you, streams of his come lining your bare stomach as you came down from your high. “Fuck.” Tom panted and you giggled.

“I’ll be back.” He said as he got to his feet and made his way into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a cloth to clean you up. “Shit you look good covered in my come.” He spoke and you laughed.

**

You found yourself wrapped up in your bedsheets after another round, much slower and passionate than the previous. You had your head on his chest as he ran a hand through your hair.

“I love you.” He said and you smiled against the bare skin of his chest.

“I love you too so much.” You said.

“Be mine?” He asked.

“Of course, so long as this doesn’t change my job.” You smiled and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“It changes everything, it was hard enough knowing you flirted with men and they flirted back before you were my girlfriend, don’t think I’d handle it well now.” He laughed and you joined. “You’ll always be safe with me.” He said. “I know what almost happened last week but I’d never let anything like that happen again but you have to promise me you won’t go behind my back like that again.” He said and it almost sounded like he was begging.

“I promise.” You said.

“This seems to be healing well.” He said as he angled your face up to look at him, running his thumb over your cheek.

“Yeah.” You muttered as you placed your head back onto his chest.

“Jacob won’t be a problem by the way. I took care of it.” He said.

“What did you do?”

“Doesn’t matter, he’s not a concern.” He said as he yawned. You had a feeling Jacob may have spent hours being tortured before ultimately killed but Tom would never tell you what he did, never wanting to frighten you.

You smiled in content as you heard his soft snores leaving his lips, finding comfort in his embrace, he’d always keep you safe and you knew it and you’d never go behind his back again, although you couldn’t help but think that if you hadn’t done what you did you wouldn’t be here now. You still had a lot to talk about but that could wait until a much needed sleep, in this moment you were just happy to be in his arms.

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Welcome Home, Sister Part Seven

Summary: Death? Seriously? Honestly, nothing ever goes right for you so why should this? You ranted Gabe’s ear off because of this but then, oh of course, he found Castiel. Alone. In Egypt? What? Also, Michael and Lucifer are pissed about your escape, you’ll have to write an apology letter...

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Flashback in italics.

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“Death? Are you shitting me right now?”

  It’d been about two hours since Gabriel enlightened you about your inevitable future. In that time you’d already had to travel to the opposite side of the world because Gabriel sensed a few angels closing in on you. Now, you were somewhere in Asia? Your geography was lacking a bit.

 Nevertheless, at first you were terrified, now you were just pissed because honestly nothing is ever easy with the Winchesters. Being one yourself, you understood this on a personal level.

  Gabriel was sitting in the middle of the random field you were in - something about better range? - with his eyes closed but his mouth twisted into a grimace. “I know it isn’t ideal, sugar but-”

  You scoffed. “No, oh no. You’re damn straight it isn’t ideal. What the hell am I supposed to do now? If we somehow get Michael and Lucifer out of my brothers, which is the priority right now, we still have to find a way for me to live like this and let’s not forget that Cas isn’t exactly himself right now. Any great suggestions there, Gabe?” you used your fingers to list off these pressing matters, and over exaggerated your actions.

  He stood up abruptly and ignored your statement. He turned to look at you with an unseen fire shining in his eyes. 

  “Bingo,” he said. You waited for him to elaborate but he continued to smirk at you with the definition of self satisfaction.

  You flailed your arms around, gesturing for him to continue. “You wanna elaborate?” His smirk grew in answer before he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

  He approached you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Your favourite archangel has just found our little Castiel… alone. I say we pay him a little visit,” he said and you raised an eyebrow.

  “Gabe, I literally just escaped that place. I’m not really that eager to walk into a team of angels willingly, dude,” you glared at him but he had a look in his eyes that said he was waiting for something to click for you. You blinked at him momentarily.

  “Oh! Yeah, you said he was alone.”

  “Took you a while, (Y/N), catch up.”

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Michael and Lucifer had been chaotic up in Heaven. They’d kept their unbridled cold composure but the lesser angels could sense how tense and angry they actually were. Everyone was tip-toeing around them after what happened to an angel directly after Gabriel and (Y/N) had left.

  Castiel had entered his sister’s containment cell and stumbled midway upon the archangels’ tantrum. He’d awaited orders and as soon as they came to gather all the garrisons he left the vicinity. One little angel however, wasn’t so lucky and walked into the room with the intent of presenting some information to Michael. Long story short, he’s dead, blown to smithereens.

  Despite that little catastrophe, Michael and Lucifer had been extremely strict with the lesser angels and demanded that everything be done their way.

  It went unspoken that because (Y/N) had started to develop her wings, either she’d be forced to consume more of an archangel’s grace, or consume her own. Given how poorly their search for her grace was going, they dread to think what would happen if Gabriel fed her some of his. The results would destroy their plan entirely.

  They’d left all of the other angels in the dark about why or how there was a fifth archangel, but certainly no one was even aware that Michael and Lucifer's “chivalrous” quest was actually quite the opposite. It was selfish and utterly despicable. Did they care? No not really, after all they couldn’t produce a Nephilim because the risks would be too great, so they substitute one for the youngest archangel who’s grace will be unparalleled. 

  If they could somehow wield it, or mold it in their favor… there would be no stopping their power. No stopping them from conquering this world and all others.

  They stood around a big white table with the world floating above it. Eyebrows creased, they searched high and low for any semblance of Gabriel’s grace. Lucifer had tried to connect with his residue grace within (Y/N) but it seemed to have vanished.

  It wasn’t possible that they were in a different timeline otherwise one of the angels would’ve felt a rift open and close simultaneously. 

  “Commanders, I have news from Earth that might help us pinpoint our sister’s grace,” Castiel stormed into the war room but straightened into a soldier’s pose. 

  Michael removed his hands from the table and looked at Castiel. “Excellent, Castiel. Follow it, but do not take a team with you. Lucifer and I have come to the conclusion that your chances of being found are decreased that way.”

  Castiel nodded at him. “Yes, sir.” He turned and left the room. Secretly (though he’d never admit it allowed), he was grateful he was on his own. He felt as though it was his responsibility to find the grace. 

  What puzzled him though, was how familiar (Y/N) seemed. He had no recollection of knowing she existed, let alone meeting her. So why is it that she’s so familiar? He’d find no answers just lingering in the hall, so he spread out his wings and travelled to Egypt, having no idea of the consequences.

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  Castiel had landed in the middle of a desert. It was the middle of the night and the stars gleamed beautifully. He had a glimpse of something that rendered him on his knees, panting.

You and Castiel had come out of the Bunker to escape your brother’s bad moods. He’d taken you up to a mountain near it and you’d lain down on the floor.

  It was quite late, so you both decided to do some star-gazing. Subsequently, you were cold so Castiel had let you curl into him and was wrapping his invisible wings in a protective embrace.

  “You know, Cas. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you, you’re like my edgy older brother, but I still love you, dude.” 

  You’d turned to look at him and you hugged him closer. All the stress of a bad hunt and put you in a sour mood that turned down right horrible. 

  He let you embrace him but he soon felt tears staining his shirt so he looked down at you. Your eyes were closed and you were breathing softly having fallen abruptly asleep. Who was he to say that he put you to sleep? He totally didn’t use his grace.

  He smiled down at you and planted a kiss on the top of your head. His gaze drifted back to the stars. “I love you too, sister. Always.”

His eyes flew open and he was gasping for breath. Back and forth, his eyes travelled searching for an answer that just wouldn’t come. How dare he talk so carelessly with you? How dare he embrace you so? How dare he-

  Wait. That can’t have been real. He’d never lived that, so why is it causing him so much nostalgia? It felt so real but he knew that it wasn’t, such a crude and forward act would never be accepted by Heaven’s standards so he decided to lock it up and not think about it too much.

  Curiously, he tilted his head up to the stars and stared for a moment. 

  A brief gust of wind caused his trenchcoat to flap wildly but it calmed abruptly. Then he felt it, a grace so youthful, so powerful was calling to him. His gaze snapped to his left and he was about to take off when Heaven’s enemy number one spoke up.

  “Yeah, I don’t think so Cassie.”

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A/N: Hello! I am so sorry for the extremely late update. There’s so much pressure coming from my personal life at the moment which is why this is so late, I’ve just been so drained. Anyway, I have a new series idea, probably first chapter out tonight? I don’t know. I hope you enjoyed this though and I hoep you’re okay. Let me know what you thought :)

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"The Untamed", but Jiggy has a white cat whom he tells everything.- May or may not be sentient or 'spiritual' like Fairy in the book. (From an idea I've thrown around with my friend @yraelviii)

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He found the cat in Qinghe.

“What are you doing here?” Meng Yao said, crouching down to try to scoop out the little handful of white fluff underneath his cabinet only for it to bare its infantile fangs and him and hiss, moving its butt around as if it thought his fingers ought to be running in fear from its fearsome pounce. “How did you even get in here?”

The cat – a kitten, really, small and scrawny, dirty and covered in ashes as if it had just run out of a forge, but no less passionate for it – squirmed in his hand as he picked it up.

“Who owns you?” Meng Yao asked, and the cat hissed viciously as if to shout no one owns me!

Something about that echoed in Meng Yao’s heart – no one owns me, he thought – and so he fished up some extra meat from his plate, filled a small platter with water, and used the sleeve of an old outfit that needed to be taken to be laundered anyway to wipe the grey ash off of the cat’s white fur while it was distracted by sniffing suspiciously at the food and water that it ultimately declined to consume.

“Just this once,” he told it.

-

Doing good work will often only bring you more work, Meng Yao reflected, and so it was with the cat as much as with anything else. He still didn’t know how the cat managed to get into his rooms, and he sometimes dwelled on paranoid suspicions that there were hiding-holes in his chambers designed to allow others to spy on him, just as there had been in certain rooms in the brothel – though even at his worst moment of uncertainty and doubt he didn’t really think so. He knew that it wasn’t Nie Mingjue’s style even if Meng Yao had been someone important enough to care about, and anyway he didn’t question his own ability to discovery such a thing if it had really existed. He’d checked.

At any rate, however it kept getting into his rooms, the cat was now a regular presence there, lurking around.

It didn’t want to be petted and greeted all attempts to feed it with utter disdain, but despite its general standoffishness it seemed to like being in the same vicinity as Meng Yao, enjoying nothing more than to settle haughtily by the window in his room and watch over Meng Yao as if it thought he might get lost without its supervision.

Meng Yao thought it was probably someone’s pet gotten lost, or maybe even just a feral cat from outside (Qinghe had a fair number of them) that had figured out that it could access the good life by going inside, but it was very hard to sincerely worry over the ill-intentions of a cat, and he was already very busy.

If he didn’t need to care for it, then it wasn’t adding to his troubles. Let the cat sit where it liked!

Meng Yao had found that life in Qinghe was both different and similar to life in Yunping, the only life he had to compare it to, and it amused him to think of the great and righteous Nie sect as an overly large brothel, with the main difference being that they sold their strength where women sold their bodies. In both places there needed to be order, someone to sort things out and tell people where to put things and what to do; in both places Meng Yao, with his quick mind and excellent memory, his sense of understanding people and anticipating their needs, was utterly invaluable in arranging such things.

He had, admittedly, expected it to take a little more time to climb up to the top – the only person he couldn’t understand in this place was Nie Mingjue, who was far too easy to deceive and smiled at him like he really thought they were friends instead of just being master and servant, who appreciated his talents and told him so, who shrugged off his mistakes and had faith that he would do better, who ignored his status instead of lording it over him the way Meng Yao had expected him to. Even when he was angry, when he shouted and slammed his hands against things, Nie Mingjue never once mentioned Meng Yao’s background, and the only things he seemed to hold against him were his own mistakes.

Meng Yao still didn’t know why Nie Mingjue would act so rashly as to promote someone he had just met to a position as high as viceroy, much less actually trust him, but it didn’t really matter. However quixotic his method of reaching a place of power, he was here and his next task was to keep his place until he’d made a reputation for himself.

Part of that he did through his work, good critical work that people needed and which had always won him gratitude even if not respect, but the other part of it was in cultivation. That was the way in which the Nie sect was not like a brothel: you couldn’t just be clever, you couldn’t even just be beautiful - to be respected, you had to cultivate.

Not that wanting to cultivate was a problem for Meng Yao.

He’d always had a memory like a sponge and a body that obeyed his every wish, his childhood of mimicking the beautiful dances of his mother and her ‘sisters’ serving him well in transitioning to learning the sword even if he was years behind everyone else; his mother had bought a thousand fake cultivation manuals for him and he’d learned them all, each one of them more useless than the next, and now that he was here in the cultivation world at long last, he was finally, finally, finally able to cultivate for real.

Using Nie sect methods, of course, even if that wasn’t what he really wanted.  

He’d started as soon as he could when he arrived, endlessly grateful that the Nie sect provided training sabers without cost, and he’d snuck one away back to his room so that he could practice on his own time, knowing it would take a long time to form his golden core. He’d debated with himself for a long time as to whether or not it was worth it to invest in a real one – if the training sabers were free, then real proper Nie sabers were somehow three times as expensive as the swords you could buy in the marketplace, and you could only put in a deposit without any notion of when you’d actually get the saber, apparently subject to the contrary dispositions of the spiritual weaponsmiths that made them.

In the end he decided to go for it more or less on a whim, emptying out his hard-built savings to place the order, even though he knew he would one day need to discard whatever they made for him in favor of a sword.

The Jin sect would accept him one day. He would make them.

(If the Nie sect cultivation style was good for one thing, he thought as he went through endless drills of slashing and thrusting, it was that you could work out your anger while you were doing it. There was nothing quite like imagining the face of someone you hated and then bringing down the practice saber in a vicious slash, and oh, but Meng Yao hated so very many people.)

The cat liked watching him train most of all, although Meng Yao suspected it was because seeing him jump around panting was funnier than watching him sit at his desk and gracefully write out letters. It would occasionally start purring, a sound a little like a crackling fire, and eventually Meng Yao got into the habit of going to run his fingers through its fur as a reward for himself when he successfully completed a training sequence.

After a while, he started talking to it, too.

“That commander,” Meng Yao said as he brought the training saber down. His real saber was still on the order, probably stalled purposefully; the smith assigned the task was probably one of the people that thought they were too good to deal with him because of who his mother was, and it’d all been a waste of money in the end. Completely a waste, even if Nie Mingjue had smiled so happily at him when he’d heard about Meng Yao placing the order, his eyes warm and soft and how had that man survived so long in this wretched world of politics and pain, didn’t he know he would always be deceived and betrayed?

Why should he be the exception to the rule, when everyone else had to suffer?

Meng Yao threw away the unhelpful thoughts and thrust the saber forward, as if piercing his invisible opponent straight through the chest.

“That commander.” He minutely corrected his form and stabbed again, this time as if piercing through the belly: a gut wound, a slow and awful way to die. “He’ll regret what he said to me.”

The cat’s purring intensified.

Meng Yao briefly had the wild thought that it approved.

“I just –” Another thrust. “– need to figure out –” An overhead slash. “– how.”

-

Meng Yao ended up taking the cat with him when he left Qinghe.

It probably was someone’s pet and he was opening himself up to a charge of stealing, a charge he wouldn’t be able to defend himself against now that he no longer had Nie Mingjue’s protection –

(Nie Mingjue who had wept tears and blood at what Meng Yao had done, betrayed at last after having finally encountered a deception he could not swallow, who had banished him from the Unclean Realm even after everything Meng Yao had done for him – who had, despite it all, still hidden an entire bag of gold and Meng Yao’s favorite Qinghe snacks in Meng Yao’s things with a short note claiming that it was for unpaid wages. As if Meng Yao had ever let a single pay period go by without claiming exactly what he was due. As if Nie Mingjue still cared despite throwing him out, as if he worried about how Meng Yao might live, as if he hadn’t given up the privilege of caring about things like that – )

He didn’t really care.

He wanted the cat, so he took it. It was the least Qinghe could do for him.

The cat spent all its time in his new rooms in the hotels he stayed out as he traveled: in his bedroom and study, the little gardens that, when available, he liked to use to train in the mornings and evenings. It would even follow him when he took a bath (although that was with great reluctance on the part of the cat, and only if Meng Yao were taking an especially long time in the bath and the cat was worried he’d drowned, yowling angrily as if it could revive him through the power of its voice). If it had once belonged to someone else, it now belonged to Meng Yao, and Meng Yao didn’t give away anything that was his.

“I’ve made worse mistakes,” he said defiantly to the cat, which blinked at him from its side of the carriage he’d used some of the gold to rent. “It’s only that I don’t want to review them in order to think of which ones those might be.”

The cat got up, stretched its back, and walked over to butt its head against Meng Yao’s hand before turning and going back to its spot by the window.

Meng Yao wasn’t sure if that was a sign of agreement or if the cat just thought there was a treat in his hand. Not that the cat had ever accepted treats from his hand.

He still wasn’t sure what the cat ate, actually, but he was sure the cat would make its feelings known now that they weren’t somewhere with a dependable kitchen, though he supposed there was always the possibility that it would start picking up hunting.

“Wen Chao said that they’d aimed at the Cloud Recesses,” Meng Yao said, deciding not to dwell on the things of the past. There was nothing he could do about it. Nothing he could do about Nie Mingjue’s betrayed eyes or the snacks he hadn’t even known Nie Mingjue had known he’d liked, about the hand-me-down guans and trinkets that Nie Huaisang had insisted were part of his wardrobe when he’d helped him pack even though he knew Nie Huaisang still wore them sometimes, about the fact that he should have been ordered to take the Nie sect’s braids out of his hair when he passed by the gates for the final time since he didn’t deserve them anymore but the two disciples there had just nodded at him and let him pass without a word – nothing to do about the saber he’d ordered, still on the list to be made, and maybe if he made something of himself out in the world alone he would one day come back to claim it at last. “That’s where we’re going now. Lan Xichen might be in danger. I have to help him.”

The cat made a sound like it was considering hacking up a hairball.

“He was kind to me,” Meng Yao said, feeling defensive. “The only one who never judged me –”

Since he’d decided to forget about Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang, wiping it out of his mind as if it had never been, that was even true.

“– and he’s a proper gentleman, a good man. I’ll help him.”

That Lan Xichen was also a powerful man was something he wished he didn’t think of, but he couldn’t help the way he was.

“After I help him, I’ll figure out what to do next,” Meng Yao said, like a liar, and the cat looked at him like he was stupid – which he was being, because of course he’d already planned out what to do next, figured out his next move, and there was no point in lying to a cat about it. Meng Yao had skills that were only useful in management, not labor, and the only thing he left to sell was information about the sect from which he’d just been ejected. “No one owns me, right? Let it be the Wen sect.”

The cat did not purr, but it didn’t condemn him, either.

That would have to do.

-

It was a good thing that Meng Yao’s cat was self-sufficient, he thought, because he had neither the time nor the stomach to feed it during his time at the Wen sect.

If he had thought he had worked hard at the Nie sect, he now knew differently: at least there the worst he had faced from his colleagues had been disdain and not outright murder attempts, back-stabbing and undercutting to try to show off to Wen Ruohan, and all the while the man himself demanded more and more from him without the slightest care for his own well-being. He was grist to the mill for Wen Ruohan, no matter how much the Chief Cultivator enjoyed having another man’s prized deputy as his own – Wen Ruohan might had been very nearly driven insane by the Yin Metal, but he still remembered old grudges – and it was night and day away from Nie Mingjue’s reliance on him that was based on trust, rather than reluctantly satisfied suspicion and paranoia.

Meng Yao had hidden the cat as best as he could from the start, thinking rightfully that people would try to use it against him, and to his relief it seemed that no one else had yet laid eyes on it and identified it as his own, despite its white fur standing out like a beacon to his sight. Unfortunately there were some people that had managed to figure out that he had a cat, even if they didn’t lay eyes on it themselves, and he’d had more than a few incidents in which someone had left poisoned meat out on the floor by his room in order to catch it.

The cat seemed as unimpressed with that as anything else.

Instead, the cat seemed to have taken up hunting as its pastime. It brought back the corpses of small birds, the Yin Metal-infused little spies, full of resentful energy, that Wen Ruohan had developed for his sons to use. At first Meng Yao worried about the cat getting somehow poisoned by them, but time went on and it seemed to be fine, even thriving. It had grown into a proper cat now, no longer a kitten, and it enjoyed licking its white and shining fur until it was gleaming.

It didn’t like Meng Yao’s training sessions as much – he trained with a sword now, two-faced just like him, and in a dozen different styles, Wen and Jiang and Jin, always Jin – so sometimes Meng Yao would go back to doing the old Nie sect style again, knowing the cat would recognize the familiar movements, and it was a surefire way to get the cat to purr.

The Nie sect style was also still the best for getting out anger, all aggression and sharp movements, and Meng Yao still had a lot of anger inside of him. He was starting to think he always would.

At least here in the Nightless City he could kill the people he hated, as long as he did so in low and dirty ways that didn’t trouble Wen Ruohan or interfere with his plans, and yet every time he did it, he felt no relief, only a vile and wretched stickiness that came, perhaps, from that awful Yin Metal that he had schemed over yet couldn’t seem to escape.

The cat didn’t like the Yin Metal one bit. It hissed and scratched, and in one notable incident seemed like it was going to pounce on it directly if Meng Yao hadn’t caught it mid-leap and shoved it into his sleeve before anyone had noticed it.

“You’re going to get me into trouble,” Meng Yao told the cat next time he trained, using the soft sword he’d hidden away for a time of need to hack and slash in the Nie way, which didn’t work with a soft sword at all but which made him feel strangely better. He was currently imagining Wen Ruohan’s head underneath a saber, his head and the heads of all those corpse puppets he’d created. “I will cut you loose if you do that.”

The cat rolled onto its back and showed its soft and fluffy belly, which only the truly unwise would seek to lay a hand on – Meng Yao still had scars – and Meng Yao rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, I know,” he said. “No one owns you, not even me. But do me a favor and don’t screw this up for me. Not when I’m so close.”

Lan Xichen had been accepting his letters and feeding them to Nie Mingjue, who trusted as blindly as he ever did. Meng Yao wished sometimes that he didn’t, that he would learn, that he would put some defenses up on that stupid reckless heart of his, but on the other hand it suited his plans very well that he didn’t.

Soon, he thought. Soon.

Soon he’d know what he needed to do.

-

“Now he chooses not to trust people,” Meng Yao complained to his cat. “Now. Now!”

The cat purred.

It wasn’t that Meng Yao (damnit, Jin Guangyao, he had a new name, he was Jin Guangyao now) couldn’t understand Nie Mingjue’s reluctance to trust him – fool me once, fool me twice, but three times seemed to be the other man’s breaking point – and in some ways he understood it more than ever now that he had been accepted back by the Jin sect, clothed in the gold he’d always deserved to wear.

Jin Guangshan hadn’t lost much in the war, not like the other sects, and the second it was over he was already scheming. Meng Yao – Jin Guangyao – was pulled right into the thick of it at once, less for his spying capability than for his sheer disposability, the fact that Jin Guangshan wasn’t willing to burden his pure and righteous heir with black matters that he was more than happy to taint the son of his whore with. With Nie Mingjue, general and hero of the Sunshot Campaign, representing the only real threat to the Jin sect’s domination, even if he didn’t want to be, Jin Guangyao was bound to be in opposition to him.

It made sense for Nie Mingjue not to trust him.

It irritated him regardless.

Still, lack of trust or no, Nie Mingjue had succumbed to Lan Xichen’s impassioned arguments and had agreed to swear brotherhood with him, even if Jin Guangyao suspected that Nie Mingjue’s primary motivation was to keep a better eye on him and scold him the way he did Nie Huaisang. It would be politically beneficial to Jin Guangyao to be tied in such a way to Nie Mingjue – it would suit his own desires as well, though that was less important – and so he had of course agreed as well, and he was planning on going to their oath ceremony in the outfit he had chosen for himself, gold from neck to foot, a sword he’d taken from the treasury since no one would order him one of his own, and a hat on his head like the ones his mother so admired to make up for his lack of height and to hide the Nie sect braids he still habitually wore underneath.

An old habit, and one he really ought to break, really. Ideally before Nie Mingjue figured it out and told him to cut it out.

There was a knock on the door, a familiar pounding, and the cat looked up, intrigued, even as Jin Guangyao sighed voicelessly to himself. Perhaps he had waited too long.

Perhaps it would be better to make a clean cut in this way, too.

He opened the door.

“Sect Leader Nie,” he greeted, thinking to himself that it would only be a few more hours before he was entitled to call the man da-ge as if they were nearly equals and how strange that would be. “Can this humble one help you?”

“Can I come in?” Nie Mingjue asked gruffly, his eyes lingering on Jin Guangyao’s uncovered and Nie-braided hair, just as he might have expected. Had expected.

Jin Guangyao nodded and stepped back, allowing him in, and closed the door behind him. “Could I get the sect leader some refreshments?” he asked politely, but Nie Mingjue seemed to have come to a stop right in the entranceway, surprise written all over his features. “Sect Leader Nie?”

Nie Mingjue was staring at Jin Guangyao’s cat.

“…Sect Leader Nie?”

Did Nie Mingjue not like cats? There were an endless number of feral cats in Qinghe, so it seemed implausible, and yet, here Nie Mingjue was, looking at the cat like he’d never seen such a thing before in its life.

Of course, at that exact moment, Jin Guangyao’s cat, the traitor, hopped off its pillow and went straight to rub itself against Nie Mingjue’s leg, purring like a little maniac.

Jin Guangyao stared at it, feeling thoroughly betrayed by what he would have previously said was his thoroughly unsociable cat, who had taken years to warm up to him enough to give him half the attention it was now bestowing freely on Nie Mingjue. Was this the heavens deciding to mock him for his earlier betrayals?

Alternatively, Nie Mingjue might just be very good with cats, which Jin Guangyao could believe. Perhaps he even carried in his pockets some of the Qinghe vine that cats were said to be so enamored of, although certainly Meng Yao’s cat had never once before shown an interest in such things before.

“…what’s its name?” Nie Mingjue croaked, voice hoarse. He was still staring fixedly at the cat, looking as though his entire world had shattered around him. He hadn’t even looked so unsettled when Jin Guangyao had so viciously mocked him at the Nightless City, and at the time he’d thought he was going to die and be turned into a corpse puppet to murder all his loved ones.

Jin Guangyao was tempted to say something rude or facetious, something like ‘I just call it Cat, why, do you name random cats?’, but the cat had been a good companion of his for a long time now and he couldn’t do that to it, even if he was currently planning on taking an extra long bath to force the cat to miserably linger by the door to the bathing room, screeching in unhappiness at the wet, but bravely (if grumpily) supervising him to make sure he didn’t drown.

“Hensheng,” he said, because that was in fact what he’d named it – it meant hatred for life, which was not exactly an auspicious name but which had stuck from the very moment he had thought it up – and waited to hear Nie Mingjue’s judgment. “It’s not normally quite so sticky,” he added in an attempt to save some face. “With most people.”

“Well, it’s me, that’s different,” Nie Mingjue said, and maybe the man really was just the human incarnation of the plant cats liked so much. Meng Yao really wouldn’t put it past him. “You...you cultivate in the Nie sect style? Still?”

Jin Guangyao blinked, surprised by the change in subject.

“Yes,” he said, a little hesitantly. He cultivated many styles now, although it was always the Jin sect style when he was in public. But he still had all the anger in his belly to vent – even more so now than before, anger at his father, anger at Madame Jin, anger at his brother born to a blessed life, anger at all those disciples that sneered at him even after he’d been legitimized, anger, anger, anger – and the Nie sect style had always been the best for that.

And anyway, it made the cat purr.

“Is that a problem, Sect Leader Nie?” he asked.

“Not at all,” Nie Mingjue said, and when he turned to look at him his eyes were warm and soft the way they’d been all the way before the fiasco with Xue Yang, shimmering with tears of joy and a smile that seemed to come straight from his heart, the foolish easily deceived man. It was so unexpected that Jin Guangyao actually took a full two steps back, his jaw dropping a little. “I’m happy for you. Very happy.”

He actually wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, dashing away the tears.

“You should come back to the Unclean Realm to pick it up when the brotherhood ceremony is done,” he added nonsensically. “I can’t imagine how long it’s been waiting for you.”

“…what?” Jin Guangyao said. “Pick up what?”

“Hensheng,” Nie Mingjue said, which – what? “Your saber. Hensheng.”

His saber?

The saber he’d never gotten, having been banished from the Unclean Realm before the order was finished, the one he’d spent all his savings on just in putting in the deposit, the one he’d never actually finished paying off? He remembered it, of course, and sometimes it still itched under his skin that he’d never gotten what he was owed because everything that was owed to him he deserved to get in the end. But…

“Hensheng is my cat,” he said.

Nie Mingjue blinked at him. “That’s not a cat,” he said. “That’s a saber spirit.”

Jin Guangyao’s gaze dropped down to the cat.

The cat that never seemed to eat anything or drink anything, that never once fell for the poisoned meat or accepted his offers of treats, that no one in the Nightless City had ever seen with their own eyes; the cat that could consistently get into his rooms despite there being no holes for it to enter, as if it had simply passed through the walls like a ghost.

Like a spirit.

The cat, which purred whenever Jin Guangyao practiced the Nie sect forms, swinging a saber with rage in his heart.

The cat to which he had confessed all his anger, all his frustration, all his rage, all the feelings he never gave to any human being around him – the sabers of the Nie sect thrived on such emotions, those feelings that encouraged them and strengthened them, developing the saber spirits that made each one of them a spiritual weapon unlike any other, with power and rage infused into the very blade.

Saber spirits, which only those born into the Nie sect or adopted early, raised in their ways, one of them, could form.

“A saber spirit?” Jin Guangyao said weakly, and his knees suddenly didn’t seem strong enough to hold him; he swayed and Nie Mingjue stepped forward quickly, catching him by the shoulders to steady him. “I cultivated a saber spirit?”

“The saber is back in the Unclean Realm,” Nie Mingjue said, not without kindness. “It was only ever waiting for you to pick it up once you developed the spirit, so that you could introduce the two.”

“It hasn’t been – I would have thought it would have been thrown away, or repurposed –”

“It’s a Nie saber, Meng Yao. It won’t obey anyone else ever again, not in this life; it is yours, yours alone. When one day you die, it will be buried with honor in our saber halls, just like all the others.”

The cat looked up at him and purred.

No one owns me, Jin Guangyao thought – the first thing the cat had said to him, and he’d always had a good understanding of what the cat wanted from the very first. No one had owned that wild spirit then, but it had stayed by his side, at first from curiosity and later from habit, and it was his now.

His, and no one else’s.

“Will you come pick it up?” Nie Mingjue asked, hope in his eyes. “Will you come home, if only for a little while?”

“Yes,” Jin Guangyao said. “Yes, I will.”

-

Later, Jin Guangshan told his son to kill Nie Mingjue, that fool who trusted too much and didn’t know when he was being deceived, finding him in his rigidity and righteousness too much of a burden on the power he planned to wield.

Jin Guangyao bowed as deep as he could, a smile on his lips, saying nothing, and the next day, when Jin Guangshan went to the brothel as he always did, drinking tea served by his son the way he always did, he never did figure out why his heart had stopped.

(The saber Jin Guangyao began to wear openly after the funeral – a gift from his sworn brother, he said with a smile, in remembrance of his time at the Nie sect – purred in pure satisfaction.)

[mavzoon]

JJBA blowjob headcannons

(I’m so thirsty for these men oh god)

This includes Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, Melone, Jotaro, Risotto, Rohan, Doppio and Polnareff

(Cut for length)

Bruno

Bruno wouldn’t expect you to go down on him but don’t worry! You just have to assure him that you want to do it

This man will be gentle and careful

He would be quite vocal, after all, he has to let you know you’re doing well. 

“That’s it amore, you’re doing such a good job~”

Complimenting Bruno and looking up at him with those lovely eyes is the quickest way to have him blushing.

Bruno is extremely selfless, so he would lose his mind if you take him all the way in.

Once he does let himself relax into the pleasure, you’ll be in for a treat. Bruno is used to being a leader and caring for others and so being on the receiving end of things is the best kind of comfort for him. 

If he sees your throat bulging from his cock, he’s going to be both extremely turned on and concerned. 

He wouldn’t mind being a bit rougher with you as long as it’s something you’re absolutely into.

Bruno wouldn’t really mind where he comes, as long as you’re comfortable with it. That being said, if you let him cum in your mouth, expect him to go down on you because he can’t just let that kind of intimacy be left unrewarded. 

Expect a lot of cuddling and affection afterwards. Need water? Bruno will bring you water. A cleanup towel? Bruno will clean you up with one while whispering how good you were.

Mista

Mista wouldn’t hesitate for even a second in fact, he’d probably be the one to ask for one. You wanna give him a blowjob? He’s gonna be unzipping his pants in less than five seconds. 

He will be absolutely shameless with his noises. Expect everyone in the near vicinity to hear what’s going on.

He would hold onto your hair and maybe tug a bit, but not too much to actually hurt. 

Mista would waste no time relaxing. He’d let himself bask in your warmth the moment your lips touch his cock. 

Mista would be the type of guy to babble his heart out.

“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good, cara/caro! S-shit.”

He couldn’t help bucking into your mouth if you took him all the way in. 

Your throat bulging from his cock is a definite confidence boost.

Mista would love to come on your face. The sight of your plush lips and cute cheeks covered with his cum is heavenly in his eyes.

Mista would be a smiling mess of happiness and euphoria afterwards.

Abbachio

Abbachio reaction would be mixed. On the other hand, you would look breathtaking taking his cock down your throat, but then again, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering if he deserved to feel your lips around him. 

He would gently hold your head while you take his cock into your mouth. 

It may take him a while to relax but once he does there is no coming back.

Abbachio is addicted.

Your mouth and lips are so soft and oh dear god that tongue! The warmth of your mouth would be like ecstasy to him.

He is in cloud nine once he relaxes into pleasure.

He does try to keep his voice down at first, but it always ends up coming out in the end. 

His dirty talk is either soft or full-on nasty. There is no in-between. 

“Mmm, you feel so warm and good, tesoro… God, what did I do to deserve you?” “Fuck, c’mon, you can take more than that. Be a good girl for me, won’t you, tesoro?”

He’d massage your throat if you took him that deep. The sight would make him moan and buck his hips closer.

Abbacchio would want to be gentle with you at first, but he would be totally down to facefuck you later on when you’ve gotten used to him.

He would love for you to swallow his cum.

Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses afterwards. 

Melone

The kinky melon will be the one to bring it up first.

He will be confident from start to finish.

His hands will be tugging your hair and controlling your pace.

Melone wouldn’t bother trying to stay quiet. To him, it doesn’t matter if people can hear, in fact, he’d like to let others see how well you’re taking him.

His cannot for the love of god shut up and his dirty talk is FILTHY.

“Di Molto! You’re sucking my cock so well! You must’ve had a lot of practice, eh slut?” 

Taking his entire cock in your mouth will only heighten his usually cocky and lecherous behaviour. 

“Fuck, you took it all, huh? You must’ve been really desperate…”

He’d pet your cheek affectionately. 

“My poor, poor little cock hungry slut, the wait must have felt been terrible!”

Melone would use your mouth until you could hardly breathe.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never feel hungry again!”

Melone doesn’t care where he cums. Seeing you swallow his cum is hot, your face is beautiful when coated with it and your chest looks absolutely delicious when covered with it. 

The dirty talking will not end after he cums.

“Aw, poor baby… Your mouth must feel so lonely now that I’m not filling it.”

Melone is a horny bastard and one blowjob will not be enough.

Jotaro

Joot would approach you first if he wanted a blowjob, being the straightforward person that he is.

As per usual, he would try to remain calm and collected, though he would definitely let out a few moans and grunts here and there (especially when nearing his release)

He would rest his hands on your head and tug your hair in rougher sessions.

Jotaro doesn’t expect you to be able to take his entire cock, but if you do, oh lord. He will be particularly loud. The sight of his cock stretching your throat is just so good.

He would refuse at first to fuck your throat, but don’t be disappointed! He is just concerned that you won’t be able to take it.

His dirty talk would be a minimal mix of curse words most of the time. He can, however, throw in proper dirty talk if he is especially pent up.

“Fuck, just keep doing that, shit…”

He’d prefer to cum in your mouth since it’s the least messy option. 

Jotaro couldn’t help but show his softer side afterwards. 

Risotto

Risotto doesn’t care who brings it up first, but he won’t adamantly press you to give him a blowjob.

He likes the power trip of it but will be cautious because he knows he’s bigger than most. 

He would try to stay quiet during the ordeal but can’t help letting out deep and husky moans and groans when you take him particularly deep.

He would be very gentle and careful at first, not wanting to accidentally hurt you but if you prove you can take him, you’re in for one hell of a ride.

He’d pull your hair and make you take him as deep as possible while muttering praises or degradations depending on his mood.

“Vita mia, your mouth feels so good on my cock! Hng, you were made for this.” 

“Is that all you can take? tsk, pathetic”

He’d tilt your head while you still have his cock in your mouth so you’d look at him with tears in your eyes from the unbelievable weight of his cock in your mouth.

“Surely a slut like you can take more, so come on, prove that all your training hasn’t gone to waste.”

The deep rumble of his voice is bound to drive you on to take him further than you thought possible.

A visible bulge will show once you’ve taken Risotto’s cock all the way in. He will be genuinely surprised if you manage to fit his entire cock in your mouth. He will always be taken aback by the sight. He will be mildly concerned for your wellbeing but it will also fuel the possessive side of him.

He’d love to fuck your mouth, but don’t worry! Most of the time he’d be able to control himself as to not go too roughly. 

Risotto, much line Melone, would love to cum pretty much anywhere. He does have a soft spot for you swallowing his cum as he sees it as deeply intimate (and it has the chance to make him want a second round).

Risotto is the king of aftercare. He WILL bring you water. Though he is a busy man, he will always take time to cuddle you afterwards. 

Rohan

This cocky bastard will probably bring it up first. 

Rohan absolutely loves blowjobs and seeing you on your knees for him is like a delicious treat to his arrogance. 

He would love to draw you with your mouth full of his cock.

He would try to hide most of his more “pathetic” noises and instead opt to dirty talking. 

“Just look at how you’re taking my cock. You love being on your knees for me, eh? Oi, don’t pull away, just keep sucking my cock like a good girl.”

Rohan would either just sit back, relax and have you suck his cock or he’d fuck your face with no mercy.

He’d most likely tug your hair or cross his hands behind his head.

If you take him all the way in, he’d taunt you after moaning desperately. 

“Fuck, you took it all in? If I’d known you wanted my cock in your mouth this badly, we’d have done this sooner!”

Rohan wants to see his cum coat you, be it your face or your chest. However, if he was feeling jealous, he’d want to watch you swallow his cum.

He would become incredibly relaxed afterwards. You should expect a few kisses and praises. 

Doppio

Your sweet little Doppio is going to be on cloud nine. 

He wouldn’t approach you first thinking that it’d be rude, but he will absolutely not turn down a blowjob.

He’s going to be tense with excitement and nervousness as you take his cock out. 

He’s going to let out a string of high pitched yelps when you first take him into your mouth. 

You’re sorely mistaken if you think he’s going to quiet down as time goes on. He’ll be moaning and whimpering from start to finish no matter how many times you go down on him. 

His dirty talk is sweet

“Oh, Gods amore! You’re so good at this. Hng, I love you so much! Sei la mia vita!” (you are my life)

Doppio has no idea where to put his hands, so he’ll most likely just be clutching them together unless you give him a little direction. He also loves to stroke your cheeks lovingly.

Doppio will let you take the lead and would be super shy if you asked him to fuck your throat. He is, however, likely to buck into your mouth when you swirl your tongue. 

He’d most likely come in your mouth because he doesn’t want to mess up your pretty face with his cum.

He’s going to want to cuddle and scatter small kisses all over you afterwards

Polnareff

He would bring it up gently (although he does prefer being the one to go down on you)

Pol is going to be confident from start to finish.

He’ll try to keep quiet enough as to not have you two caught (unless he is in a mood to let the world know how well you’re doing). He will be moaning and occasionally grunting as you go down on him because he wants you to see how good you’re making him feel.

He will be caressing your face and hair through the process.

Polnareff will dirty talk almost constantly. 

“Oh Gods! Your mouth feels so good! Je t’aime de tout mon coeur.” (I love you with all my heart)

He doesn’t expect you to take him in all the way, he’s just happy to have your pretty mouth all over his cock. If you do take his entire cock, he will praise the hell out of you.

“Mmm, you took it all, huh? Such a good girl… You’re doing so well, ma chérie!”

Polnareff tries to be as gentle as possible, but he wouldn’t turn you down if you wanted him to be rougher. 

He doesn’t really care where he ends up coming. He does really enjoy seeing your chest coated with his cum though.

He will pamper you afterwards (and probably return the favour and go down on you).