#the room is spinning i wanted to finish my first chapter but i cant anymore

[mihai-florescu]

Hmph. An evil boop is just a regular boop to me... heh. I just have a twisted mind i suppose😎🤘

[jimlingss]

Sugar and Coffee [2]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

➜ Words: 2.2k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

cr.

“In this recipe, we’re using baking soda instead of baking powder. Why? Does anyone remember the reason when we talked about our recipe of mille-feuille?”   You’re twirling your pen in your hand, bored out of your mind while someone answers that baking soda doesn’t have the acid that baking powder would normally add and how baking soda has much stronger leavening power than baking powder.   Theory has never been your area of expertise. You’ve always preferred to do the actual baking and go through trial and error than learning through the textbook. So with your mind wandering and from fear of falling asleep, you pull out your phone to text Seokjin. He’s been answering your texts slower these days.   “Alright, next class we’ll put our hands to work in the kitchen. Don’t pack up yet! I got some emails asking about the midterm so I just wanted to answer those questions here! Yes, it will be a collaborative exam and you can re-make anything that we’ve learned thus far in the semester. Baking is all about working together, so before I leave, I’ll post who everyone’s partners are. Come down and take a look before you go.”   With the lecture finished, you pack up your belongings, shoving it all into your bag and swinging the strap over your shoulder to walk down the steps. It’s crowded already, but as people filter out, you’re able to get ahead to look at the paper.   And as luck would have — you’re partnered with Jeon Jungkook.   It’s outrageous. As if having the same internship for three months wasn’t enough, now he’s your midterm partner.   You spin around to the teacher, beelining straight to him. But Jeon Jungkook beats you to it.   “Is there a possible way I can switch my partner?”   “I second that.” For once, you back him up. It’s probably the only thing you can agree on.   Jungkook looks to you before redirecting his attention back at the man who has his brow quirked. “Is there a legitimate reason?”   “Umm….”   “Our schedules don’t align,” Jungkook lies without batting a lash.   “Yeah.” You nod. “He has classes when I don’t and uh, he’s working on different projects when I have work….”   “It would be more convenient if we had different partners.”   “Wow, you two figured out you have incompatible schedules a minute into finding out you’re partners? Well, I’m sure you two can work something out.” Mr. Chu smiles, overly positive in a way that irks you. “Things have a way of working themselves out.”   In these circumstances, you’re not too sure about that.   Jungkook swallows hard, finding whatever excuse he can. “I’m afraid Y/N won’t pull her weight.”   “Excuse me?!” You can’t believe he blatantly threw you under the bus in front of your face. “That’s completely untrue! He won’t be able to pull his weight.”   “We’re just incompatible partners.” Jungkook outright ignores you. “I am happy to work with anyone, Mr. Chu. Just not her. Park Jimin said he would be fine to switch his partner and work with me.” He hitches a thumb over his shoulder to his timid friend standing near the door who realizes he’s being talked about and gives a polite wave.   Yet, the teacher gives a long sigh. “Look, you two. I know there’s bad blood between you both but wouldn’t this be a great opportunity to overcome that like the adults that you are?”   “I—”   “Mr. Chu—”   “I’m sorry, but there won’t be any switching.” He shakes his head. “Often times, you can’t choose who you work with in the real world. You just have to get over it and be professional. Learn a two or thing from that. That’s the point of this midterm. If there are concerns about the project, then you can visit my office hours. Otherwise, you’ll be working together and that’s final.”   It’s official. You hate your fine pastries class — and it used to be your favourite too.   “Fuck. Fuck,” he’s muttering, kicking the gravel from underneath his feet. You approach him with crossed arms.   “You don’t have to keep saying it.”   “What? That this fucking sucks?”   “Look, I don’t like you anymore than you like me. You don’t have to make it harder than it needs to be.”   “Oh yeah? You want to make it less hard? How about you stop existing then.”   “Okay, fuck you, Johnson. Stop pouting like you’re fucking four years old. Are we going to talk about the project or do you want to flunk?”   “Stop calling me Johnson.”   “Or else what?”   Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You’re so childish.”   “I’m the childish one?” you scoff in disbelief. “I’m not the one practically throwing a tantrum.”   “Whatever. But what’s there to talk about? We’ll make carrot cake.”   “What the hell?” You’re appalled. He’s not even going to ask you? “No, we’ll make the charlotte royale.”   “No, you idiot.” He pinches the bridge of his nose.   You scoff again. This was absolutely unbelievable. It’s a shame that no one’s listening into this conversation — there’s no way you would be able to retell just how absurd this was. “Did you just call me an idiot?”   “Yes, carrot’s the easiest. We’ll get it done and over with.”   “I don’t want to get it done and over with.” You point right at him. “Unlike you, I care about my grades, okay? So what if it’s easy? It won’t get us the marks we need.”   “Since when did you care about your grades?”   “Okay, fuck off, Jeon.”   Having enough of him, you decide to walk away but Jungkook soon calls out after you. “Are you going to give me your phone number?”   You’re horrified enough to spin around and regard him with a disgusted expression. “What? No!”   “For the project, you dumbass. You think I’m asking because I want to know?”   You roll your eyes to the back of your skull and close the distance with three strides again. Surprisingly, the both of you civilly exchange contact information without ripping each other’s heads off but you don’t want to be with him longer than you need to. “When are we going to meet up? We should decide so I don’t have to text you.”   “I’m fine with whenever.”   “Tomorrow then.”   “Sure.”   You leave already texting Jin your grievances. He doesn’t answer since he’s so busy, but you’re ready to unload.   //   The next day comes too quickly.   The first person you see in the morning is the last person you ever want to see — and Jungkook isn’t amused either. He regards you with a lazy gaze, dark circles, oversized black hoodie and jeans that he probably picked up off his floor and put on after giving a good sniff.   Other partners are already in the kitchen figuring out their recipes, but you have yet to decide what to make. You swear the asshat is just disagreeing with you to make it harder and more miserable.   “What don’t you understand? What you’re asking for is too unreasonable.”   “Really? You think whipping meringue by hand is too difficult? Maybe you shouldn’t be baking then, Jeon.”   “It’s time consuming,” he groans and rubs his temple. “And it’s not worth it. If you want to spend your time doing something impressive than we should make something like fucking I don’t know, Napoleon cake and call it a day.”   “Okay, sounds good to me.”   “What? Actually?”   “I don’t see why not. You can make the puff pastry while I make the custard. We assemble together.”   “You make it sound easier than it’ll be, but fine. We can meet up tonight. What, don’t give me that look. It’s not like you’re busy. And spending time with your boyfriend doesn’t constitute as being busy. The sooner we get this done, the sooner it’s over.”   “Fine. How about eight?”   “Seven thirty. See you then.”   You’re exasperated. He’s a jerk. And you go on your way while shaking your head.   8:21 am. Y/N: still cant believe my luck   5:43 pm. Seokjin: Hey where are you?  5:44 pm. Seokjin: We should meet

Jungkook lives his life precariously. He is flexible and follows his instincts. That’s not to say he’s irresponsible, reckless or that he’s fickle. He’s adaptable and it’s the reason why he started baking anyways — a whim that he fell in love with. 

  Jungkook prefers to go with his gut feeling than plan every step of the way. And it’s his gut feeling that tells him you’re nothing but an absolute headache.   “Let me suck on your muffin.”   Yoongi’s expression dies, washing over into an impassive state. “Say that again, Kim, and I’ll never bring my extra muffins again.” Taehyung whines on the couch while Jimin laughs. Yoongi looks over at Jungkook. “Hey, want one, Kook?”   He tosses him a blueberry muffin anyhow but Jungkook chucks it at Hoseok who catches it in both hands, almost missing. “Nah. What time is it? I gotta go.”   “Where are you going on a Friday night at seven?”   “Ooh, it’s a date, isn’t it?” Taehyung grins. “What kind of girl?”   “Who is it?” Hoseok clarifies the question, cheek full of muffin. “I haven’t heard you talk about anyone ever.”   “He wishes.” Jimin giggles, have an inkling of where it was he was going.   “it’s not a date, dumbass. I have a meeting with my midterm project partner.”   “Damn,” Yoongi comments, biting into the muffin he baked earlier in class. “That’s rough.”   “His partner’s Y/N,” Jimin says with a sparkle in his eye, watching Jungkook get up from the couch.   Taehyung’s eyes bulge. They nearly fall out of their sockets and he wheezes, pounding his chest as part of the muffin stuck in his gullet. “You’re partners with that psycho bitch?”   “Yeah.” The youngest of all of them sighs. “I couldn’t change.”   Jungkook walks past, but Yoongi stops him, plopping a hand on his shoulder. The usually cold man seems sympathetic for once and holds up his muffin. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”   He dreads it — having to ditch his friends on a Friday night and the warmth of his dorm room. All in exchange for the chilly wind outside and the empty kitchens that’re eerie without souls inside them, just metal bowls and silver appliances. But Jungkook drags himself there anyway.    He’s ten minutes early since he’s not one to leave people waiting.    But when seven thirty eventually rolls around, you’re nowhere in sight.   7:34 pm. Jungkook: Are you coming or not   He waits for an additional twenty minutes, sitting on the stool, playing games on his phone. Then he realizes the time and gets started anyhow. The puff pastry always takes longer to make anyways. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t frustrated — Jungkook’s frankly pissed off and if you decided to ditch him, you’ll have one or two things coming, that’s for sure.   Jungkook beats two ounces of butter with a tablespoon of sugar. Then he folds in two beaten eggs, one tablespoon vinegar, cold water, three tablespoons of vodka, and salt. He folds in the two and a half cups of flour and forms a dough in his hands until it’s soft and pliable.    Right when he wraps the bowl in plastic and slides it into the fridge to chill for an hour, the door to the kitchen opens.   “You’re late.”   You’re not even dressed in an apron nor is your hair tied back like it’s supposed to be but he doesn’t comment.   “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? It’s been an hour and I’m done my part.”   Silence.   You don’t respond. Jungkook scoffs.   It was a new low for you to give him the silent treatment when you’re the late one. Your head is downcasted, facing away from him, giving him the cold shoulder. You don’t spare him one glance as you go over to the fridge, pulling out eggs, sugar, flour, milk, vanilla beans, and butter.   You pour milk into the saucepan haphazardly and it splashes everywhere on the counter.   “Hey, watch it!”    Jungkook rips the carton away from your hands. He didn’t know you were this much of an amateur.   He watches you in mortification as you move to the flour bag, scooping out a whole cup instead of six tablespoons. He wonders if you had a stroke. “Y/N, you’re supposed to do the eggs next. What the hell is wrong with—”   You burst into tears.    Jungkook’s heart stutters. He pales. He freezes in place. He feels his entire body go rigid.    And his brain breaks.   …..   What.   Tears. Full on tears are streaming down your face. You’re wailing, covering your face with your floured hands and crying into them. Your entire frame shakes as devastation wrecks through your entire body. He’s never seen you look so small before. He’s never seen you cry.   Jungkook puts milk down, swallowing hard. He watches you with eyes as big as saucers. “I...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”   You sob. “J-Jin brok..e up w-with m...e.”

[sims2bellaswan]

pas de deux VI [Bruno Bucciarati x Reader | Risotto Nero x Reader]

[SFW]

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You’ve worked your whole life to earn a place in the Rome ballet company, yet everyone seems to work against you.

Between the stress of working to match the other dancers to unforeseen romantic issues, problems just seem to pile up.

Trish’s cigarette hung from her lip as she listened to the other dancers gossip. Her appearance greatly contrasted that at the party the night before; her face showed signs of exhaustion and a hangover. Ballerinas were not permitted to smoke, but that hadn’t stopped any of the girls from doing so on their lunch break.

They spoke, quickly, about many topics. Some pointed out news articles to their wiry, little friends, while others simply gossiped by word of mouth. Trish did not take part in this ritual, too stubborn to engage and far too disillusioned to care. Though, her ears would pick up words of interest when necessary. She was much like her father in that sense.

This afternoon, the girls prattled on about how a famous ballerino’s daughter was put in jail two days ago, how those two dancers from Japan were to get married soon, and how one of the newer company dancers was supposedly sleeping with the ballet master.

That was a word of interest, yes. Trish took the cigarette from her lips, keeping it at knee level between her pointer and middle finger. “What was that?” Her brows creased the middle of her forehead.

“I’m sorry?” The dancer that had mentioned it was bewildered that she was even showing an interest in gossip. The younger prima hardly spoke if it wasn’t a necessity.

“What did you say?” Trish spoke slightly firmer, making it a point that she wanted to hear gossip. Both wildly out of character and not her cup of tea, the other ballerinas paused their conversations to hear the news as well.

“Oh,” The woman laughed, breathlessly and awkwardly, “I had just heard one of the newer members was sleeping with the ballet master.” She croaked like a frog under Trish’s scrutinizing gaze. “I don’t know who, though, no one seems to know which one it is anymore.”

“I hope it isn’t one of the boys.” Another ballerina added, sighing into her palm. “Master Nero is kind of cute, I’d be heartbroken if he were gay or something.” Her friend slapped her arm, then they both laughed.

Trish found this information odd. The conversation continued around her, girls chatting now about which person they found most attractive in the company. Yet, she could only consider how Risotto Nero wouldn’t do something as stupid as that. She had known Signore Nero when he was still a dancer and she was still a child; he worked with, then under, her father for a very long time. He wasn’t the type to seduce a dancer into ruining her career like that.

Evening settled onto the world like a warm blanket. Trish extinguished her cigarette, dropping it in a cup on the windowsill and spitting out the window. Light slowly brightened the city from windows and streetlamps, bouncing off the stone streets and shimmering to the naked eye. The wind slowed down from that afternoon and while it was said that there would be rain, couples still walked hand-in-hand down the street.

Evening for you, however, meant the start of a tumultuous night spent working. You couldn’t go home, eat dinner, and spend the rest of the night lounging about on the couch in your apartment. You had to go dance more than you already have. With a man that you’re certain despises you.

The doors to the company looked more decrepit at night. This was a fact you thought you'd understand, yet as you stood before the large wooden doors, you found yourself shivering. Maybe it was the cooler night air, but something was wrong right now. The vibes felt off. With a start, you pushed them open.

The lights were still on inside. As you walked, you found dancers strewn about the place like dolls. Some slept on their friends’ shoulder, others were arguing over phones or looking up Uber prices. You supposed some dancers stayed later than others. You kept your distance.

Fearful like being caught for a crime you didn't commit, you quietly made your way to the studio room. You opened the door to find your ballet master, mid stretch, in front of the mirror. His form was almost godlike, his flexibility hardly fading with age or lack of practice. You admired in awe for a moment, then cleared your throat. Your phone said 7:02. You hoped you weren’t too late.

He sat up, giving you a quick glance over. You hadn’t kept your leotard on, you thought leggings and a tank top would work fine. He said nothing but his expression wasn’t one you liked. You’d have to get used to it. He stood, clearing the floor so you could change your shoes.

“Wear your pointe shoes. You’ll be en pointe for this.” He stated, his back to you. You were not in the mood to be en pointe, but in this room, whatever the ballet master says, goes. You slid on your shoes, quickly tying the ribbon.

Even without his civilian shoes, Risotto stood at least a head over you. You felt like a child next to him, which was probably how he felt as well, considering how lowly he thought of you. You stood at the ready, in first position, for him to begin his instructions.

“You will be learning the pas de deux from act two of Giselle, understand?” He finally turns to you, watching as you find the center of the studio floor. He finds a similar position behind you.

He says a form, you take it. En pointe, you take little steps backwards, as per his instructions. You knew the Giselle pas de deux, not well but it’s more than nothing. It’s an intimate dance, with lots of lifting and touching your partner. Normally, you’d love to dance the technically difficult piece but with him? You tried to determine his level of seriousness as you finished the move in his arms, hands wrapped at your waist.

You catch the two of you in the mirror, his expression matches yours in it’s solemn nature. You lose sight of yourself as you lift your leg and arms, once again per his instructions. Risotto is quiet for a moment as he spins you, softly. Your head turned away from both him and the mirror, you can’t see his expression anymore, cant check if it's morphed from the sadness he showed to disdain for you. It made you nervous.

“Good,” is the only thing he has said so far, beyond choreography. It imbues something in your chest, whether that be spite or pride is hard to tell anymore. Risotto pushed your torso down, now level with your hips. “Lift your leg higher, straighter.” His voice is quiet. The room is so serene.

You rise back up, your extended leg wraps around his hips and your head falls into the crook of his neck. His firm hand stays at your waist as he flourishes with his free one. You open your eyes again to catch another glimpse in the mirror. He looks so professional, his brows scrunched in the anguish Albrecht felt, lips parted slightly in a frown.

You move away from his chest, extending your leg further. Both his hands on your waist, you move your leg for a moment then return to the ground.

“Ready?” He asks, again, so quietly. You nod, not leaving your position. You know what comes next, you have to nail several lifts, returning to arabesque everytime he sets you down.

Risotto lifts you like you weigh nothing, as you mime a grand jete. He lifts you again, this time completely over his head and you bend your back as much as humanly possible to get your legs as straight as humanly possible. You land in an arabesque.

“Stop.” He lets your waist go. If it weren’t for the balance you spent years perfecting, you would’ve fallen on your ass.

You huffed, slightly, “What was wrong with that? That was the best lift I’ve ever done!”

“No, it was sloppy.” He stands in front of you, between yourself and the mirror. Risotto sighs, he’s tired. “You were so focused on your legs, you forgot every other part of your body.” His tone grew more frustrated as he continued. “Your arms were all over the place. Your bend was too far.” You had to hold back something in you that wanted to punch him.

“So? You can't see my hands and back on the stage, but my legs are on full view.” Your hands flew to your hips. Your own tone suddenly took a frustrated note as well.

He stepped closer to you, emphasizing his words. “So, it’s not correct.”

You bit at the raw flesh of your inner cheek. You were no longer sure if you felt more of a need to storm out or cry. “It was never a problem before.” Your voice firm, your resolve steeled, you felt a wave of confidence flood over you as the words simply left your mouth.

Risotto closed his eyes, “It is now.” Oh, look, there went your confidence, right out the door. He moved back to the center of the floor. “Again. From the top.” You, dejectedly, return to your position and begin again.

He had you do the entire first quarter of the Giselle Act II pas de deux seventeen times. The two minute section felt longer every time you did it. But, each time you did it, he found something different to critique. You think it was the 6th repeat that you caught his eye in the mirror and he had looked away quickly. You were sure you had caught him looking for things to scrutinize.

As even he began to feel tired, the night slowed down. He slowly stopped barking orders at you and actually started to show you what to do. You would stand at the barre, him behind you, and his hands would adjust you slightly.

Finally, the session ended around 11pm. You never wanted to have to do that again, yet somehow you don’t think you’ll get a choice.

You collapsed on to your bed, almost too tired to turn your alarm on early so you could shower in the morning. Sweat could definitely wait for every muscle in your body to stop aching.

The stars shone through the curtain, wind softly touching them and causing a billow across your room. Had you been awake, you would’ve remarked how as a kid you would’ve thought it looked like a dancer’s skirt. It would have been a very creative and astute observation. But, you slept soundly, seeing neither the stars nor the bubbling curtains.

[gloomyhearts]

Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter eleven~ her special ability

2020

The raven haired boy arrived back at Julie’s house, more over in her room. His eyes dared to the blonde who tried to lift a frame from the dresser. The shaggy haired boy stood in front of the bookshelf, studying the pictures. Reggie himself lays down on her bed, fingers running over the fabric of her blanket.

A voice disturbed the silence, “what are you guys doing in my room?”

“Uh..”

“Um..” they stuttered, view wandering between each other.

Luke was the first to find words, “we were looking for the kitchen?”

“This..” she points toward the band, “this cant happen. Its creepy,” her eyes now glued on reggie, “get off my bed, please.”

Luke raises his arm, “hey Julie, whats in the box?”

“That’s off limits.”

“Oh. Oh okay,” he chuckles, “Girls stuff.”

Julie crosses her arms in front of her chest, anger reflects in her facial expression.

“Oh, like butterflies and glitter?”

“Oh, come on. I'm sorry about them,” Alex insists.

“It's none of your business. And yes, there might be some glitter,” she teased.

Alex holds the frame in his hands, spinning around to his friends, “hey!” he chuckles, “I actually picked something up,” when he finished the sentence the frame fell on her bed.

“I dropped it,” disappointed he looked down onto it.

“Is that your mom?”

“Yes, and it’s my favourite picture of us,” she emphasised the favourite, “you break it, I’ll break you.”

“Okay, well, sorry but we’re kinda unbreakable at this point,” Alex adds.

“I don’t get it. You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments, but can’t pick up other stuff?

“I know, its hard. But for some reason, our instruments easy.”

“Yeah, like super easy. Oh and check out what I learned today,” in the next seconds his bass was in his hands, throwing him back in the beanbag.

“Yeah, that looked super easy.”

“Can I ask you guys something?” they nodded. “You told me about your sister, right? Is she a ghost too? Did you saw her? Can she do it too?”

“Well.. this one.. this one time she.. she told me she was surfing and people could see her, she could talk to them like we do and she kinda lost her mind.”

“You never told it!”

“Yeah, maybe cause you’d freak on the fact she’d leave this dark room.”

“She what?”

“Yes, she left it during the day to avoid you and at night she came back and talked to me and Luke.”

“This means, every time I thought she'd visited my dreams again to talk to me, she actually spoke with me?!”

“I remember she said something like that earlier.”

“Earlier?” His friends asked in sync.

“Well yeah you know how she can feel my mood? So do I and I felt it earlier so I searched for her and we talked,” he shrugged his shoulder as if it would be the casual thing in the world.

“Did you wanted to inform us about it?” Alex questions running his hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, if she came up in our conversation maybe..”

Their little argumentation was disturbed by a knocking on the door and Julie’s dad sticking his head in the door, “everything okay?”

“Yeah. Im fine.” Luke let go of Alex’s hand, he had clutched against his chest.

“Okay. I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

“Nope. Must’ve been my laptop.. that I just closed.”

“Okay, if you need anything..” he points to the door.

“Yeah. Thanks.” This was his clue to leave, he closed the door and the attention of the girl was abruptly on the raven haired boy.

“Your dad seems like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue. I bet he has a great ribs recipe.”

“I don’t know. But if you guys wanna talk to me, we have to do it in the studio. He’s worried about me enough as it is.”

“He seems chill. You should just tell him about us,” luke suggests.

“You’re kidding right?” she sighs, “the past year, everyones been watching over me, being super nice, as if theyre waiting for me to snap. If I tell my dad I met a ghost band, I’ll be back to talking to Dr. Turner three days a week.”

“You probably shouldn’t tell him.”

“Julie…”

“Oh my gosh! I told you to leave it alone!”

“I know. You shouldn’t have said nothing cause now I cant stop thinking about it, so.. Whats in the box Julie?”

“It’s just my dream box, okay? Whenever I get a thought, I write it down and get it out of my mind.”

“Like lyrics?” His body shifts so he faced Alex, they both knew exactly what the other was thinking; this was like Sabrina’s green book, every little thing which crossed her mind was written down in it.

‘Where is it now? I had it in my bag at the Orpheum, I couldn’t just lose it right?’

“They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom. Now it’s full of stuff that doesn’t make me sad.”

“But, I mean, you do play. We heard you this morning,” Alex raised from his seat stepping closer to her.

“In the garage?” Luke hits alex upper arm, brows knitted.

“So you were there too?”

“Uh.. I don’t…” his voice a pinched ton.

“uh he was, like..,” Reggie's voice on the same level.

“We were..”

“Somewhere.”

“So, where is you kitchen, by the way,” the shaggy haired tried to distract her. He rested his head in his palm as he laid on her bed, also with puppy eyes.

“Okay, we need to set some boundaries,” she bend down to his level, “for starters, stay out of my room!”

“Mm-hmm. Cristal clear. Let’s go.”

“We're leaving,” they made their way over to the door.

“Yes, ma’am! We’re out of here.”

Moments later Alex’s head was in the room again, “hey. Um, sorry I didn’t mean to bother you. Did you get back into your music program?”

“No.. no I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. That really sucks,”

“thanks.” His eyes wanders around the room and silence felt over the pair.

“is that it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, this is getting weird,” she waves at him and he leaves her alone.

The band was back in the studio sitting spread across the room. Reggie tugs on his bass, Alex head rests on the drum, Luke’s eyes glued to the roof.

“You know guys, I really miss her,” the shaggy haired boy whined, “but I can't forgive her, not after all those years. I mean she ignored me twenty-five years, like.. wait she’s stubborn she can and will if she wants. But I thought…”

“Shut up, talk to her or leave it,” Alex exhales.

“that’s the point, where is she, what should I say, whats her response.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t do it.”

There was a knock on the studio door and through the window were some blonde strands visible which floaded in the wind.

Reggie sat up, his eyes laid on the door, “should we open the door? Is that her?”

“Come in!”

Sabrina poofed herself into the room but was still in a good distance to the boy.

“I shouldn’t be here, I know but.. I.. mm..”

Alex was fast on his feet, embracing her fragile body, although they weren’t alive anymore they both still had their special scent which felt like home for each other.

“I was an ass, Will. And I should have listened to you but I was so heated that you didn’t told that we were dead for twenty-five years.”

Their little moment was interrupted by the guitarist who taped Alex’s shouler letting him know they weren’t alone.

“Brina. I was so selfish and full of anger. I .. I really missed you and your voice. I’m sounding like Alex but I’d probably should had listen to you and your point of view.”

“Yeah right. It’s.. never mind. I should get going.”

“No Will stay.”

“Right, we have to introduce you somebody.”

“It’s this Julie, right? Yeah, she’s impressive, you should probably play with her, push her and all this,” Sabrina shruggs her shoulders and Reggie locked his eyes with her, a brow raised; he felt it and she knew it.

Luke’s eyes lit up as she mentioned her voice, “yeah she is stunning,” the grief in her grew and Reggie’s eyes widened. Alex looks between the two, seeing her eyes are welling up.

“Do you mind if I talk with Will in private?”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“That’s bullshit. Talk to me Sabrina.”

“It’s just, y’all hate me and I understand but you have to understand me too. And now with this girl, I’m losing you and Luke, the way he looks at her…”

“How would you even know?”

“This morning when she sang, I was there, I saw you, her, everyone. And… and I really wanted to hug you, talk to you but I couldn’t.“

“But I didn’t saw you?”

“Well yesterday I saw the three of you at the orpheum, you even passed me as well as this tall man in smoking and black coat. He bumped your shoulder but went straight through me, it drove me crazy so I wanted to speak to you and I knew where I would find you so I came here. First, I.. I was in the garage as well but then you three poofed in and I left, then y’all were outside as well and your eyes laid on me so I thought you saw me.”

“But I didn’t.. but then suddenly you were.”

“I was, the whole time.”

“How’s that possible? Are you superman?”

“I don’t know but we’d try if people see me without surfing if I want to. I mean not Julie cause she can see you without you playing your instruments.”

“Her friend Flynn, she can't we should do it...”

[bella-ca]

An Unexpected Love- A Mobster TRR AU Crossover

Summary: Bella, the daughter of murdered King of New York Adrian Raines, wants revenge. The Rhys family killed her parents to take the throne. Now she will stop at nothing until she gets her revenge.

A/N: This is my first time writing. This is a love story eventually but it does get dark. I was inspired by @katurrade by her Mobster Liam AU and decided to try my hand at writing. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.

Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, assassination. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.

Word count: 1635

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Chapter 11

Bella stands there the room spinning her heart ready to leap out of her chest. No...It cant be...Not Liam! Her knees give out she falls to the floor tears welling in her eyes. All this time….he knew, he knew his father did this to me, to my family, what was I just some joke to him? Did he pretend to love me just to get information for his father?? The tears were coming down harder this time. Her heart broken. How could I be so stupid!! All this time I thought he loved me and wanted to marry me and it was all just a lie. The one person I opened myself to the one I would die for….That I truly loved. Bella just layed on the floor crumpled in a little ball as the tears and pain took over. Maybe somehow I knew something like this would happen. Maybe that is why I forgot about him. My maybe my subconscious was trying to warn me he was no good. I just slept with him…..Oh My God….I just slept with him! She laid on the floor letting the tears and pain overcome her.

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After speaking with his father, Liam walked back to room. His mind on Bella. It all felt like a dream. A wonderful dream. He was worried his father would notice that he was different, happier, but the footage was a good distraction. His father didn’t even notice. Bella, his Bella is alive! He was so happy. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of the time he just spent with her kissing her, making her his all over again. He could still smell Bella’s scent on him and he just wanted to breathe her in forever. He went to his office and to his desk opening up the drawer. He grabbed the ring box and opened it. He looked at the ring with a smile. He put it in his pocket and went back to his room. He wanted to propose to Bella as soon as possible. He wanted to be with her. He had lost her once and he would make sure he never lost her again. He thought back to her words. “Liam….can you promise me something? “Anything.” “I don’t want anyone to know about me. “I mean, I don’t want anyone to know I’m alive. At least not yet.” “Of course Love. The last thing I want is for your life to be in danger. You have my word.” “Thank you Liam.” He would keep his promise. He would be there to protect her. He was the son of the King of New York. At that moment he decided he would follow in his father’s footsteps if it meant protecting Bella from harm and from the Phoenix. He would gladly accept the role of King of New York and she would be his Queen. Nothing would harm them or stand in their way.

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After what felt like forever, Bella picked herself off the floor. She got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. She needed to dull the pain. She grabbed the bottle and went back to her room. She had the safehouse to herself and she was grateful for that. She did not anyone to see her like this. As she drank, she threw the file aside not wanting to look at it anymore. The pain was too much. She instead decided to binge netflix and drown her sorrows in alcohol. She needed tonight to get out all out. Come tomorrow. She would need to set her plan in motion.

The next afternoon, Bella woke up with a splitting hangover. She got up to get water and aspirin. She took them and after managing to keep down a smoothie, she started working out. She needed to let out her anger and frustration. The whole time her mind on Liam. On the way he made her feel, how she felt love for him only to find out it was a lie. “Dammit!” she yelled punching the bag with all her might. It wobbled on the stand, almost coming unlatched. She punched and kicked until she couldn't anymore. Then she went down to the shooting range in the basement and let off rounds until her target was completely shredded. She thought back to how Liam answered the phone and said he had to meet Constantine. “Shit! He is going to tell Constantine that she’s alive.” “Fuck!” she screamed. She had fucked up. She needed to go and look at those files again. Maybe there was something that she missed. She would need all the intel she could get. She went back and looked at the folder. According to a file, Liam left to Cordonia after his mother died and did not return to New York until that week she had met him. If that was true, maybe he didn’t know what Constantine had done? She shook the thought from her head. She needed to know more. She grabbed her phone to text Damien

Bella: Hey I need you.

Damien: It’s good to feel needed ;) What’s up?

Bella: Can you meet me in an hour at the bar?

Damien: Actually I have a meeting in an hour. How about in 20 mins.

Bella: Ok see u in 20.

She takes a quick shower and goes to the bar. She beats Damien there and orders 3 shots of rum. Bella finished one and saw Damien walk in to the bar. He spots her and heads over. She gives him a hug and he looks at her surprised. “Damn Bella, you look like shit. You okay?” “Just peachy.” She tells him as she takes the second shot. She hands him the third shot. “No, Im meeting an important client soon, I can’t drink.” You shrug and down the third shot. “Bella seriously, you ok?” Damien asks concern in his eyes. “I will be ok.” She tells him. I need you to get me everything you can on William Rhys, and the death of his mother. Can you do that?” “Of course, but it might take me a few days.” he says. “The sooner the better. I will pay you.” “Come on Belle it's not about the money.” he tells you. “I know, but I will feel better if I do.” “How about you just take me out for drinks again.” “Okay, deal.” “I have to go. I will be in touch.” He says getting up to leave. “Thanks D.” She tells him hugging him goodbye. Bella watches him leave and then heads home. Her mind going back to Liam and his betrayal. She were going to make him and his family pay for everything they did to her.

Liam had been calling and texting her and she had been avoiding his calls. The heartache still too much. Bella texted him once letting him know that she had to leave the state on important business and would call him when she was back. She told him that she had limited access to a phone and would not be able to reach out to him.

A few days later she got a text from Damien telling him to meet her. He handed her a fat folder of information and she bought him drinks. He even managed to make her do a Nazaro Chug. Bella hadn’t had that much fun in a while. She missed hanging out with him and vowed to do so more often. Bella needed a friend she could trust. They were starting to text more often. He could tell she were going thru something even though she did her best to hide it. He was constantly texting Bella to make sure she was ok. It felt nice to have someone care about her again. Bella went home drunk and happy. She texted Damien to let him know she got home okay and passed out.

The next day after her workout, Bella went thru the folder that Damien had given her. She tossed the pictures of Liam aside, his face causing her heart to break all over again. She read up on his brother and his best friend. She read the paperwork regarding Constantine’s deals and also quite a bit of money he paid off to certain people. It seems that he did in fact blackmail or pay off quite a few of her dad’s friends. The most loyal that couldn't be paid off met their untimely deaths. She read on how Liam’s mother was poisoned and how he had gone to live in Cordonia shortly thereafter. There was speculation that Liam’s mother knew Constantine was planning a hit. She was planning on outing Constantine to Adrian. She threw the papers down in disgust. She knew Constantine was evil, but to kill his wife, the mother of his children? That was a new low. She wondered if Liam knew that it was his father that killed his mother. Bella had a few flashbacks of Liam and from what she remembered, he hated his father. If that were true then why would he be working for him? It didn’t make any sense. Bella knew then what she had to do. She would have to see Liam and pretend that everything was ok. She needed to know if Liam did in fact have something to do with her parents murders. If he did she would have to kill him. That thought hurt her heart. But what if he didn’t? Then maybe he truly did love you? NO! Dammit Bella get your shit together! She told herself. She was out for blood and it would not matter if Constantine was Liam’s father. Liam would not stand in the way of her revenge.

Chapter 12

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Cat & Mouse (Roman Reigns): Chapter 4

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Warnings: alcohol consumption, r*ndy *rt*n gets a little rapey, um i really cant think of anything else??

Word Count: 2156

A/N: I’m so sorry its been like 2 months since i updated, i went thru a writing slump lmfao. i think im back now tho, and there’ll be actual smut in the next chapter (im alr like half way thru w it). Also I know a lot of yall changed your usernames, I dont remember every new user name, I tried my best to change them but if im tagging your old account please let me know

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Finally around 9pm, they headed out of the hotel to meet the men in a club a couple blocks away.

15 minutes later, Lyra and Naomi entered the club to find the guys occupying a secluded booth near the bar, and away from the dance floor. Even as they walked up to the table, Lyra could see Jimmy's eyes change colour as he drank in his mate's flawless figure.

Lyra was thankful that the club was mainly filled with humans, there were a couple of Alphas and Betas sitting at other tables, but most didn't seem to notice her. She made it a point to avoid them, and try and mask her scent with the humans.

On their way there, she'd managed to convince Naomi to keep quiet about her heat. She didn't need the guys treating her weird, or worse, making her go back. Naomi went to join the guys while Lyra went to order an Appletini for her friend, and a Vodka Sunset (A/N: these are really good tbh) for herself.

Lyra hopped up onto a barstool to wait for her drinks. It was a pretty busy night due to the fact that it was a Saturday, and wrestling fans going to the Rumble the next day were also out and about. Roman and his cousins had chosen a darker corner to hopefully minimize people interrupting their personal time.

Lyra glanced back at her friends and chuckled when she saw Jey looking bored and a little irritated as he tried to ignore his brother and Naomi who were basically grinding on each other, not giving a fuck about either of the other two men at the table.

Despite promising herself that she would not acknowledge Roman that night, Lyra found her gaze sliding over to him. He was already staring at her, an intense, hungry look in his eyes that had turned a bright silver-grey. A shiver of lust ran down her body, and she forced herself to turn away.

It was going to be a lot harder than she'd anticipated to ignore him. Not only could she barely keep her eyes off him, but his scent had hit her the moment she walked into the club. Her heightened senses constantly drew her attention to him even when she tried to focus them elsewhere.

She stiffened as she picked up on his footsteps through the clamor of people and music. She pretended not to notice him until she heard him clear his throat. She slowly turned the bar stool to face him.

"Oh hey, Roman," she blinked up at him, putting on a sickly sweet smile; he stood before her, arms crossed with a stern look on his face. She hated to admit it, but he made the simple jeans, shirt, and a leather jacket look mouth watering. "Can I help you?"

"You shouldn't be here," he said. She should've known he'd say something like that, of course he'd notice, she grumbled to herself. Rolling her eyes at him, she turned back, not wanting to deal with his shit at that moment, earning a snarl from him. "Don't fuckin turn away from me."

"Don't fuckin tell me what to do," she shot back, refusing to look at him. She let out a soft whimper, and her grip tightened on the bar in front of her as she felt his fingers sliding under her jacket and shirt to grip the right side of her waist; her cheeks flushed as he brushed her hair aside with his other hand, leaning in till his breath tickled her ear. His scent wrapped around her, calming her nerves down; he smelled like a delicious mix of hot chocolate and caramel, and she wanted nothing more than to drag him back to her room and let him play out his worst fantasies with her.

"Baby, you can't be here, you think us Alphas don't know what a shifter in heat smells like? That little jacket's doin shit to mask your scent," he spoke low enough that the noise around them would hide his words from any wolves or shifters nearby. Part of her knew that he was right, and that he was only saying these things because he cared, but she was too stubborn to agree with him.

"I'll be fine, I can handle myself," she mumbled, luckily Roman's reply was interrupted by the bartender bringing over her drinks. Roman let go of her as she grabbed the drinks. "Listen all I'm asking is that you leave me alone tonight, you clearly aren't interested, and I get it, but I deserve to have my fun."

She brushed past him without waiting for his reply; silently, he followed her, looking like she'd just punched him in the gut. Putting a smile on her face she slid in next to Naomi, handing her the Appletini. The older woman downed her drink then waited for Lyra to finish hers before dragging her out to the dance floor.

Several dances, and even more drinks, into the night, Lyra staggered over to their booth that was now empty. She had had a little too much to drink, and the room was starting to spin a little; groaning, she rested her head on the cooling surface of the table.

She'd given Jimmy all her cards both for safe keeping and to make sure that she wouldn't be able to drink anymore, but she'd cut herself off too late, and she knew she was going to have a splitting headache the next day.

The sound of someone sliding into the booth next to her had her head jerking up, she shook her head a little as the room was still swimming. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she saw Randy Orton, one of the other Alphas in the locker room, sitting next to her, his head tilted a little as he looked at her with a sneer.

"What's a pretty little shifter like you doing getting drunk during her heat?" He said in a soft, condescending tone, as his eyes swept over her, lingering a little too long on her chest.

"I-I dunno what you're talkin bout, I think I should go now," she mumbled, trying to inch away from him, pulling Naomi's jacket around herself, but his smirk only widened when he heard her words.

"Is that right?" He replied, his voice had a dangerous edge to it, and, unlike Roman, his scent set her nerves on edge as he leaned in. She tried to cringe away but she was pressed up against the end of the booth, and he blocked the only way out. A shiver of fear ran through her as she realized she was cornered by an Alpha that was both bigger and stronger than her. "Well you certainly smell like a shifter in heat, first day am I right? Why don't I take you back...make sure that no one gets to you, it's not safe for a little shifter like you out here."

"N-no I dontwanna-," he ignored her words, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the booth despite her slurred protests. She had no choice but to stumble after him, her hazy mind still trying to work out what to do as they exited the club. Before she could think her way out of the situation, a large hand grabbed her free wrist and jerked her back, making her yelp in pain.

"Let go of Lyra," came Roman's voice from behind her, she looked up to see him glaring at Randy.

"Oh yeah, why should I? What I do with this little shifter is none of your business," Randy retorted, his voice adopting a mocking tone. Lyra glanced between the two Alphas, this wouldn't end well if it got physical.

"Because I fuckin said so, she's mine, get your dirty little paws off her," Roman warned, Lyra's eyes snapped to him, the surprise at him calling her his was evident on her face.

"She doesn't seem to know that, I've seen they way the two of you act around each other, you send some very mixed signals, Roman, no wonder she's getting drunk on the first day of her heat if her Alpha can't satisfy her," a viscous smile carved across Randy's face as Roman snarled at him. He finally let of of Lyra, allowing her to curl into the safety of Roman's arms. "Or maybe that's what you were waiting for, so you could do whatever you want to her with minimal resistance, can't say I never thought of it."

A shiver of revulsion ran through her, making her cling to Roman's shirt. Randy turned away and walked back into the club before Roman could spit back a reply. He stood there for a moment, glaring after the retreating Alpha.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed, you're gonna have a shitty hangover in the morning," he said, turning her around and walking her in the direction of the hotel. He kept a hand on her waist to stabilize her so that she wouldn't trip over in her heels. "D'you got your keycard?"

"Left it with Jimmy," she replied, not in the mood to talk, keeping her eyes firmly on the ground to try and avoid any more stumbling.

"Ah fuck, okay you can have my bed, I'll take Jimmy's, I got no idea when or if he's coming back to the room," he said, more to himself than her. They walked the rest of the way in silence. Lyra was practically falling asleep against Roman by the time they reached the elevators. He had to half carry her to the room, then pushed her towards the bathroom. "You gotta get that makeup off, can't have you messin up the sheets. I think Naomi keeps some of her stuff with Jimmy's shit."

He left her leaning against the counter as he went to rummage through his cousin's things. She had to grab the edge to stop herself from falling over when he left her side, the alcohol mixed with the fatigued caused by her heat was not a fun combo. By the time he came back with a little makeup bag, and a black shirt in hand, she was falling asleep standing up. He gently shook her awake and handed her the stuff.

"I hope Naomi got some of that makeup remover stuff in there, and you can change into this shirt if you wanna, is up to you," he said, she mumbled her thanks and unzipped the little bag to find a small packet of makeup wipes as he walked out, leaving her alone to change.

Eager to get to sleep, she made quick work of the makeup, washing her face with some warm water to get rid of any residue. She pulled off her boots, shorts and tank top and left them in a pile on the floor of the bathroom along with Naomi's jacket. Finally, she pulled on Roman's shirt, the material soft and soothing against her skin, before making her way out of the bathroom.

She found Roman perched on the edge of what she assumed was his bed, and she headed straight for it.

He looked like he was about to say something to her, but her exhaustion prompted her to ignore him, and crawl under the covers with a groan. She heard him snort; in amusement or annoyance, she couldn't tell.

The bed shifted as Roman stood up and padded over to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving her tossing and turning on the bed as she tried to find a nice spot.

By the time Roman was done, coming out in nothing but a pair of shorts as usual, he found Lyra buried under the covers, face down in the pillows. He sighed to himself, walking up to her to turn her over.

"Babe, you had a lot to drink tonight, you shouldn't be sleeping face down or face up," he said, not even sure if she was awake as he rolled her onto her side, but before he could pull away she grabbed his arm and hugged it to her.

"Cuddles please, warm," her sleep riddled mind barely even registering what she was doing. Roman froze, torn between wanting to give in, and wanting to keep his distance as he'd managed to do so far. He tried one more time to dislodge his arm, but her grip held tight as she nuzzled her face against his palm; groaning to himself, he careful slid onto the bed until her back was pressed against his chest.

As he pulled the covers up around them, he halfheartedly promised himself that he'd sneak out once she was properly asleep.

He took a sharp breath as she wriggled around, trying to find the perfect position, which just happened to include her ass pressed against his dick. He wrapped his arms under her chest to keep her still against him burying his face in her hair. Taking a deep breath, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Tough Love Pt 9

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When I woke up the next morning I felt empowered and excited for what the day held. Dawning my usual “casual” outfit I headed down to the pit to eat breakfast with Tris and Four.  “Where the hell did you go last night?” Tris raised an eyebrow. “I decided to turn in early after sweating and practically having sex with the dance floor” I smirked. “I saw that. Looked there was a party happening  that no one else was invited to” Four laughed. I waggled my eyebrows “There was”  we all burst out laughing when Chris walked by and sat at a table across the room.  I frowned “What's he on about?”   Tris and Four looked at each other “ He quit the security team. He said he cant handle being nothing more than your friend” Tris shrugged. “Well then, that's too bad. On the down side that means I need a replacement”  I sighed.  

After we finished breakfast we made our way to the training room to oversee the training of the initiates.  Of course silence was the first thing to greet me. “You may continue your training as usual” I addressed the hall and waved away the formal greetings. Eric started barking orders at the initiates and they resumed their exercises. I walked around the edge while Tris and Four moved forward to help some of the lacking initiates.  I could feel Eric’s eyes on me from across the room. I continued to ignore him and when he walked up beside me I addressed him in a very formal manner. “Coulter. How goes the training?”  he stood beside me facing the center of the room “There is plenty of potential in this batch” “I see” I nodded. “When can I see you again” he asked. “We are talking now aren't we?” I smirked.  “That’s not what I meant” he placed his hand on the small of my back and then trailed a finger up my spine sending shivers to all my intimate zones.  I looked up at him and then down in the direction of his hand. “You cant wait?” I smirked bringing my eyes back up to his.  “Can I? yes. Will I? No” he moved his hand down to my ass.  “Stop. There are way too many eyes here”.

I calmly turned around and walked out of the training room. I didn’t stop walking until I reached the hallway by the chasm. Standing in the dark I watched him walk up to me. “I can’t wait to taste you”  he said. I  pulled him to me and then down to my level as he backed me up against the wall. When my head hit the concrete he didn’t apologize instead  he lifted me up holding my legs. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders as his lips found mine. Kissing Eric was like standing by the fire when the flames jumped high and you jumped back in fear. You fear being burned but you always find that you cant get close enough to stay completely warm. He was kissing my neck sending my body into overdrive. “I can’t … we have to stop” I said weakly. My head was spinning. “Why?” he sounded out of breath and his heart was pounding against my chest. “I'm losing it” I said into his neck. “I know…”  he grunted and pulled down the zipper to my jumpsuit exposing my breasts. He planted a trail of kisses down my chest and took my nipple into his mouth.  My eyes shot open in the dark as I did my best to moan quietly. When he came up for air he looked at me steadily and said “If you weren't in this damn suit I would bury my tongue so deep in your pussy that my Name would echo from your lips in these halls”. I knew he was serious because he didn’t smile. In the shadows his jaw line stood out calling to me.  I leaned forward and licked from his jaw to the bottom of his earlobe. “Put me down” I said. When my feet hit the ground I zipped myself up and looked up at him.  “You will be the Death of me Aadya” he said adjusting himself.  “Good. I must go, I have an engagement”  I replied stepping into the light.  When he stepped out in front of me he leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead and walked away. I was watching his perfect ass when I looked up at the back of his neck where his collar was folded. There on the back of his neck was a very beautiful Tattooed “A”…

 For the rest of the day I felt very strange. I kept rubbing hand on my neck where he had placed his lips. I kept thinking about everything the “A” on his neck could stand for.  I was really just lying to myself I knew exactly what it stood for. “Oh Eric Coulter, could you be anymore mine?” I said aloud to myself smirking.  It was visiting day for the initiates but I had paperwork to take care of so that meant my father was visiting me this time.  When I heard a knock at the door I called out for my father to enter. He looked a lot healthier than the last meeting we’d had. “Father, you look well!” I smiled.  “I am” he smiled back. “Ever since you took over the seat on the council  I have seen fit to take a break and it has served me well” he seemed to glow.  “That is good news!” I sighed  “I also need to talk to you about something” he seemed nervous.  “Go on. You may speak freely” I waited.  “I've met someone. Her name is Madalia and id like you to meet her when you get some time off!” he said excitedly. I felt sick to my stomach at my fathers words. “Of course father. Congratulations, I will get back to you as soon as possible with a date” I faked a smile.  “That would be wonderful. I also see that Leader Eric has taken a noticeable interest in you” he said smiling even wider. “Father.. please” I coughed choking on the water I had just taken a sip of.  “Oh come now, he’s very successful. He also has good standing within the faction. Give him a chance” he said.  “Oh my God. Dad please.. Stop. I think you should go” I said with my eyes closed.  “I just want whats best for you. I love you” he said opening the door “And id like to be a grandfather before I’m ancient” he said in a rush as he ran out of the door before I could say a word.

 The door closed behind him and I sat back in my chair and sighed. “I’ve had more than enough excitement for one day” I said aloud returning to my paperwork. Eventually I got lost in my work and before I knew it night had arrived. Getting up from my desk I started to return things to order when there was another knock at my door.  “Enter” I said with one hand on my gun.  Four came through the door and I relaxed my hand. “What on earth are you doing here?” I raised an eyebrow.  “I came to talk to you” he said closing the door behind him.  I waited for him to speak. “Whats going on between you and Eric?” he asked with his arms crossed. “For fucks sake. Not you too” I frowned. “So I’m not the first who’s noticed then”. he stepped up to my desk. “Noticed what?” I played daft.

 “You two sneaking off. I notice everything Aadya” he placed his hands on my desk and leaned over. “Don’t even start. You sneak around with Tris” I retorted. “That’s different. Tris is kind and beautiful, Eric is rash and dangerous”. he insisted.  “Just like me” I smirked.  “This isn't funny. I wouldn't go anywhere near him unless you intend to go public with the relationship” he sneered. “Why are you being like this?” I snapped.  “You don’t really expect to keep your relationship in the shadows forever do you?” he laughed. “Stop Four. This conversation is far from fair!” I yelled “You are the most desirable woman in this faction right now and you’re the first woman with the head seat on the council! You need to set an example!” he yelled back.

“Who do you think you are?” I screamed. “Really Aadya… That's the card you pull?” he was on my side of the desk now.  “Mom’s dead Four. You cant stop acting like her now!” I threw my hands in the air.  He stepped up close and got in my face “Don’t bring mom into this, Mom’s death doesn't change the fact you are my sister!” “I know that Four, but this is my life. What I do or don’t do with Eric is none of your business” I said in a firm tone.  Four sighed and stormed out of my office.  I didn’t bother packing the rest of my things up.

Turning out the lights and walking out i turned and faced the door to lock it.  Heading down to the pit I saw Eric sitting with a large group of leaders, most of them women. Walking up to the table I put my hand on the back of Eric’s neck and he tried to reach around and grab me. Ducking I backed up and he turned around. “Fuck Aadya! You almost got a fist to the face!” he snapped irritated. “Still mad” I said walking up to him as the leaders at the table laughed.  “Depends” he said “Are you sorry?” he put his hands on my waist and I heard the table gasp. “Never” I said pulling his vest collar to kiss him. The Pit erupted with catcalls and the banging of cups and cheers. Eric was staring at me shocked and then grinned and kissed me again. “Shall we?” I motioned towards the upper floors. “My place or yours?” he asked. “Mine” I said and as we walked out of the pit together more cheers and stares followed.

[waitinginthedarke]

BIGBANG - MAFIA!AU - SERIES 3

A BIGBANG FANFICTION

Summary: The saying goes, ‘the mafia is family, the mafia is home’…but even if ‘the mafia is home’…is it really the right place to raise a child?

Masterlist (including series one and two)

Disclaimer: Mentions of (familial) physical abuse.

Chapter 8

SEUNGHYUN

‘I don’t suppose you’ve spoken to the boy recently, Seunghyun?’

His heart stops.

‘What?’

‘Pardon. Seunghyun. …and I asked if you’d spoken to the boy recently…I assume you know who-‘

‘No.’

He doesn’t say anything else, simply tilting his head in the direction of his father to give him his answer, before beginning to stride off down the corridor once more, Kyungil’s wrist firmly in his grip despite the other man’s obvious intentions to remain with him no matter what; the stoic expression, and straight back that he was sporting in defiance of Seunghyun’s father offering him silent support.

But that’s before the end of the corridor, that before had revealed two doors with the light from outside spilling through them in a temptation of escape, are suddenly being blocked by around 15 men, each with cold, unshakable, expressions.

‘Seunghyun, you wont be leaving before we’ve had a chat-‘

‘Tell your men to move now, ….before I kill them.’

Anybody could tell from his tone of voice that Seunghyun had now bypassed the point of polite interaction, and was now ready to turn full assassin mode to escape the confines of his father’s prison-like mansion, the walls of which seemed to be closing in on him by the second, and the sense only had Seunghyun’s fighting instincts increasing in his muscles.

‘You don’t have any weapons, Seunghyun. I’ve asked politely, and now I demand that we talk and you hear me out-‘

‘You think I need weapons to fight you and your men?’

The sneer that he speaks the words with has Kyungil’s shoulders visibly tightening, the way Seunghyun’s teeth were gritted in anger as he slowly turns to look at the man who was posing as his father, revealing an even darker side to the man than any Kyungil had seen before…

…but it was a side in which he noticed one thing he’d never seen from him before…

…he was afraid.

‘Seunghyun STOP being ridiculous. And follow me to my office NOW! Otherwise I will have you dragged there-‘

‘I’ll give you 10 seconds to call them off.’ Seunghyun responds, his voice deepening impossibly, and he gently drops Kyungil’s wrist to signal he was preparing for an oncoming fight, the thought exciting him, yet terrifying him to the bone as he senses the imminent danger to his partner with the move.

‘Seunghyun….If you don’t stop this nonsense, I swear to God-‘ his father sneers back as he takes a step toward him, Seunghyun only having to glance up at him once to warn him to stay back, before he stops in his approach, and instead appears to snort in anger.

’10….9….’

‘You haven’t changed at all! Always thinking you controlled the situation and never listening to orders despite your position-’

‘8…7….6….’

‘I don’t know how Jiyong works with you, or even why his father took you under his wing in the first place- since you were always such a brat whenever I attempted to train you…all you ever did was fantasize over that boy-‘

‘…5….4…..’

It was in the way that Seunghyun had started to spit the numbers from between his teeth that Kyungil came to the understanding that the boy really was important in all this, dropping his jacket to the floor and rolling his sleeves up as he did so. And its as his father continues talking, continues unravelling Seunghyun despite his refusal to hear his words, that Kyungil realized that in some way, the child was attached to Seunghyun and that because of this, he’d caused him to be like he was; quiet, angry, and …irreversibly young.

‘-I told you time and time again, boy. You can’t fight me…not whilst you remain so naïve; trapped in a fantasy world where consequences don’t come for those who test the wrong path; those who want things they cant have-‘

‘3…2…’

‘But now…’

‘…1.’

‘-now you will learn your lesson.’

YOUNGBAE

‘HOW COULD YOU LET HER GO OFF LIKE THAT!? HOW IN GOD’S NAME COULD YOU-’

‘YOUNGBAE! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET MARK ON THE PHONE!-‘

‘BUT-‘

‘SHUT UP!’

The volume at which Jiyong shouts the words has the car descending into silence as the shortest of the group stares at him momentarily in disbelief, completely taken aback by his friend’s command, before angrily moving to dig his phone out of his pocket and ring the elusive brother, questions upon questions spinning around his mind, and remaining without answers.

‘Where are you?’ he asks as soon as he hears the line pick up, not bothering to wait for a response in his frustration.

‘I- Wait, why are you calling me? Where’s-‘

‘No time for questions, where are you?’

‘The law building in the centre of town, the building Seunghyung was dragged into is right across from here. But where’s Y/N-‘

‘She’s gone back to the mansion-‘

‘WHY?! I swear if Jiyong is bossing her around i’ll-‘

‘Don’t finish that sentence, or I will be forced under duty to finish you. Do you understand?’ Youngbae snaps suddenly, the oncoming threat in Mark’s words riling him up even more than Jiyong’s apparently bad mood, and the threat of punishment in the man’s tone is enough to silence the other guy.

‘If I find out anything bad has happened to her, I wont stay still.’ Mark answers sinisterly instead, hanging up before any other answer can be given, and the abrupt silence has Youngbae hissing beside Jiyong as the car speeds into the city.

‘He’s at the law building-‘

‘What did he say about Y/N?’ Jiyong cuts in, expression stonily blank as he stares out of the windscreen, the silence that follows his words weighing heavily on his friend, Daesung remaining quiet and unmoving in the back seat and causing Yougnbae to grit his teeth in response to his immobile helpfulness.

‘He asked where she was….that was all.’

‘He threatened me when you told him she wasn’t with us, I assume.’ Jiyong responds, turning a sudden corner and causing Youngbae to crash against the window, the smaller man sneering in minor pain before answering his friend.

‘Yeah, but I threatened him and told him to back off, obviously- JESUS! WILL YOU SLOW DOWN?!’

He curses as Jiyong brakes suddenly and he’s pushed heavily against the dashboard of the car despite his seat belt holding him firmly, the other man not wasting any time, before jumping out of the car and stalking toward the building they’d pulled up in front of, the big glowing ‘LAW’ sign making Youngbae sigh in relief, before he realizes just why Jiyong was heading so quickly into the building.

God...Y/N would kill him if he let anything happen to her lover or her brother.

‘Why are we back here? What about Seunghyun-‘

‘Jihoon, if you could be quiet for one moment, Love, that would be amazing.’ You mutter under your breath as you speed toward the record room, the queasy feeling in your stomach confirming what you already suspected, despite the way you struggle to open the door and lunge toward the cabinet that held the information on all the members of the gang.

‘I’m going to call, Jiho-‘

‘Okay, honey.’ You mutter back, not really paying attention to him anymore; his sweet disposition starting to get on your nerves a little with the way he always wanted to help, and how his innocence always demanded that he knew what was going on, his constant questioning having followed you through the building since you’d climbed off of the back of his bike.

Its in that moment, as your fingers are flicking through the alphabetical filing tabs in the master file, and you see the thin gap between C and D where Seunghyun’s file would be held, that a vague memory of a late night conversation with Jiyong during the first days of living in the mansion, suddenly surfaces in your mind.

~

‘Is this the infamous ‘master file’?’ you ask with a chuckle as a large grey drawer file gets wheeled through the door of the office, and into the small safe room, the amount of bubblewrap, as well as duct tape and chains, wrapped around the object amusing you greatly. Jiyong converses with the moving men as they position the hunk of metal and unwrap it, before he thanks the man as he walks to get more things, and proceeds to turn to you with a smirk.

‘It would indeed. So, you’ll have to familiarize yourself with it, if you were serious about the sharing thing!’ he explains, winking at you as he mosies over to the padded recliner chair you were sat in, cradling your face with his hand as he smiles down at you, and chuckling at the way you snuggle into his palm, before he leans down to drop a kiss to your forehead.

‘Lets see what we’ve got then!’ you chuckle, practically having heart eyes as you stare up at him, before jumping to your feet and skipping into the new record room to inspect the drawers.

‘Key?’ you ask cutely after trying all the handles and realizing they were all stuck fast, turning to him with your hands held out and a pout on your face, which is quickly kissed off by his hungry lips, before he leans past you with his own bunch of keys and unlocks the first drawer.

‘Can I have a key too?’ you ask as he pulls it out for you, blinking up at him pleadingly and grinning when he rolls his eyes at your demands, before nodding, appearing mildly surprised when you lean up to kiss him, but recovering with a quick smirk.

‘The first drawer is A-H. Which would include Annonymous -‘

‘Some of these files are really big!’ you exclaim as you take in the sight before you, cutting Jiyong off, before he goes on with a chuckle.

‘Through to Choi…Dong…-‘

‘Oooh, Seunghyun’s file?’ you ask excitedly, recognising the last name and immediately flicking through the tab, hurriedly reaching into C, only to withdraw one single piece of paper, with very little information on it.

‘Is this it?’ you ask, rather put out after reading it, only to find a brief summary of how he’d made his way to Jiyong’s father’s gang, as well as his biological details (height, weight, blood type, shoe size), and the details for his bank account- so that he could get paid.

‘Seunghyun’s file is…interesting.’ Jiyong mutters behind you, his hands sliding onto your hips as he looks over your shoulder having you look up at him questioningly with the tone of voice he’d used.

‘Interesting?’

‘Uh…’ Jiyong murmurs, his eyes tightening signalling he was trying to think up an answer, glancing at you to see the suspicious look you were giving him, before sighing and taking the slip of paper from you to put it back into the file.

‘Hey! I was reading-‘

‘Come with me.’ He says quietly, cutting your protest off and slipping his hand into yours to pull you from the room, proceeding to guide you out of the office and toward the stairs, before completely baffling you by making you get into the car, and refusing to answer your questions in the most playful manner he could as he drove you down the long driveway.

25 minutes later the two of you pulled into the old apartment HQ, the place now seeming absurdly quiet to you as you walk in the front door and have to turn the lights on, still wondering why Jiyong had brought you here in the first place, and just being about to turn around and ask him, when he proceeds to grip your waist and guide you gently through the apartment to the old office.

‘Since we’re joining up and becoming partners, there’s one very important thing you need to learn about Seunghyun.’ He begins as he shuts the door behind you both, before slipping past you to walk toward his desk, stopping at the side of it and knealing down next to the solid oak panel, before looking over at you with a surprisingly serious look.

‘What?’ you ask.

‘He’s not who you think he is.’

‘Ji-‘ you’re about to scold him, thinking he was messing around since that was the cliché line everyone used when they worked in the business you were in, but just as you chuckle gently at his antics, you realize he wasn’t laughing.

‘He’s not who he thinks he is either, Y/N.’

That comment had you.

‘What do you mean?’

He sighs as he lays his palm flat against the side of the desk, staring contemplatively at it for a moment, before reaching up and flicking to almost invisible clips away to reveal the false end as it falls away, proceeding to reach inside momentarily as you walk over, to pull out the slim wad of papers that were the only thing housed within.

‘This is his actual file. It contains….everything about him. …even the things he doesn’t know.’ Jiyong murmurs, standing back up and staring at the papers solemly for a moment, before his darkened, sad eyes flicker up to look at you.

‘As much as you may want to, Y/N. You must never look at these papers. I am the only member of this gang who knows the true history behind Seunghyun, and I want it to remain that way…for your own good;…please, just do as I say.’

Usually you would have argued with him, told him he was being ridiculous, that nothing could have been so bad that Jiyong had to carry the weight of this huge secret on his shoulders by himself. However, it was the broken expression, and the tired shoulders, coupled with the death grip that he held onto the papers with that told you not to mess with him.

And so rather than push him any further, you’d simply nodded your head and watched him hold tightly to the files as the two of you had walked back downstairs to the car and made your way home.

After that…you’d never seen them again.

~

That didn’t mean you hadn’t kept a keen eye on Jiyong.

It had proved just how tired your lover had gotten lately that he’d started letting things slip; the way you’d been held hostage in your own house being the very first indicator to this fact, and you were almost sure that some of the others had noticed if their guarded expressions when they were around Jiyong were anything to go by.

But just because you’d been worried about him, didn’t mean you didn’t still want to know what Seunghyun’s secret was.

So, after momentarily hanging your head in your hands when you find the crevice for Seunghyun’s file was empty, where you presume said man had come to steal the information in an attempt to confirm if it was actually his father that had come to find him, the minute you remember when you’d watched Jiyong construct the new desk in the office, you double back and start inspecting every edge and corner for a concealed hiding place.

And despite always admiring Jiyong for his intellect and quick wit, you cant help but curse him out under your breath, when instead of finding the same hidden panel as the desk in the old HQ on the left hand side…you find it on the right instead.

‘Did you actually want me to find this?’ you mutter under your breath, ignoring the strange glances from Jihoon who remained at the windows, still muttering away to Jiho on the phone, presumably explaining his absence, before jumping up when you exclaim happily and extract the all too familiar bunch of papers.

‘Whats that?’ Jihoon asks as you get to your feet once more, your heart racing a million miles a second as your eyes graze the blank first sheet, inscribed with only ‘CHOI SEUNGHYUN’, the capital letters intimidating and mysterious all at once, and you’re just about able to cotton on to the sound of Jihoon’s footsteps as he walks over to you, just before he can see the two lone words.

‘STAY THERE!’ you shout at him, appearing to startle him as he instantly sinks into a defensive crouch, eyes wide as they stare up at you expectant of a move, before he simply straightens up and frowns at you in questioning confusion.

‘You cant see this. I’m sorry.’ Is all you say, shooting him a pleading look, and seeing him reluctantly step back to the window before you refocus your attention on the paper in front of you, and begin to read…

SEUNGHYUN

‘STOP!’

Just as Seunghyun had his limbs poised for attack, the singular word is ringing deafeningly loudly through the corridor that he was facing his father in, the force of momentary pause catching everyone in a moment of stasis, and he watches as his father, the man behind him, and Kyungil beside him, all turn their attention to something, or rather someone, behind him.

‘Choi Seunghyun, follow me, now.’

The voice had a different effect from that of the first time he’d heard his father speak upon waking up to find out where he was. This voice, was cracked,….dry….old….yet evoked memories of such clarity in his mind, that Seunghyun became stunned as images of grey corridors, stone floors, and isolated cells flicker like a black and white film reel through his mind, tempting him to believe they weren’t real, even though every cell in his body seemed to recognise them.

‘Seunghyun…who is that?’

Kyungil’s whisper from beside him, has Seunghyun turning his head slowly to peer over at the other man, seeing his comfortingly beautiful face that was marred by concern, and minor fright, and feeling his stomach sink further as he begins to shift his feet on the floor in an effort to turn around.

Before he can even answer the sound of footsteps clicking back down the corridor catches his attention, and he turns quickly to look toward it, only seeing the back of someone short, and apparently feminine, before his brain catches up with his actions, and another onslaught of black and white images infects his mind. His hands are flying to cradle his temples as a sudden pain seizes his skull, and before he can even attempt to open his eyes to get a second glimpse of the person who’d given him the command, before he could even try to assume a defensive pose in case someone tried to attack him amidst the pure torture forcing his feet stumbling in the direction of the woman walking away from him, his vision is slowly turning black.

And the last thing he sees is the terrified expression of Kyungil as he cries his name…

‘SEUNGHYUN!!’

(T.B.C)

[feitanswife]

Day three- brotp

Wise guy

Summary: dual-story! Checking another piece off the long Shotgun Verse to-do list and fulfilling a Nanbaka Week prompt!  This one was either relationship or brotp and I went with the cutest bros to ever bro, Seitorou and Nico! Also this is a story about Nico getting his wisdom teeth removed, and discovering that needles aren’t the only medical thing he’s afraid of. And I’m also projecting real hard because basically this is what happened to me. I’m petrified of medication don’t blame me it’s basically drilled into us in this state like some kind of anti-everything cult.

-

              Nico was crying, gauze stuffed in his creeks, looking hypothetically cute, but more pity inducing than anything else.

              “H-Hajime” the muffled voice calls out, “don’t weave me hewre awone! I’m gonna die!”

              Hajime pushes him gently off, “you won’t die Nico, it’s just a half dose of pain medication, you literally could not be more careful if you tried.”

              “But… But… it’s inside me!”

              “and? You take worse shit daily!”

              Nico slunk to the floor, sobbing. No one could make out the words he was trying to say anymore.

              Rock pulled Hajime to the side, “listen man, I can explain. It’s an American thing. Especially in the city where we grew up, that word printed on that bottle? That… we don’t even say it. It’s like that old saying, ‘speak of the devil and he shall appear’. That shit’s a death sentence in pill form. There is no coming back from that. If it doesn’t kill you directly it’ll starve you by siphoning your money until you lose everything.”

              “maybe in a higher dosage, it’s 75% Tylenol what they gave him. And he only took a one when the thing said two pills.”

              Rock shook his head, and clenched his jaw before sighing, “It’s still scary, even for someone like Nico, not to mention the anesthesia hasn’t completely worn off, he’s going to get emotional. Just… please don’t force him to take them. If the pin gets bad enough he will, but for now just let him take the standard Tylenol.”

               Hajime threw his hands up, “fine, whatever, but I’m going home. I have a pregnant fiancée to take care of!”

              Nico had stopped crying, “I-I’m sowry Rovk, if I didn’t have this stupid allergy to Ibu…ibe… that thing, we wouldn’t have had to get the alternative ones.”

              Rock helped Nico back into the recliner, “Nico, it’s fine, you’re fine. You head what hajime said, that only made up ¼ of the pill, and you only took a ½ dose. And from here on out you don’t have to take any more unless you want to. I’ll leave them here, in case you need them. Seitorou will be here in a minute, and he’ll keep you safe!”

              Nico had sat watching food network for a while until Seitorou wandered in with a shopping bag.

              “Ah, there you are! Hajime said I was going to be watching you tonight. Are you doing better?”

              Nico shrugs, but pointed to the pile of used up gauze on the table next to him.

              “Yeah, you always have been a bleeder. I bought some extra gauze just in case. Do you think you’re up to eat something?”

              Nico removed some gauze to talk somewhat normally, “tongue’s still numb but I am hungry.”

              They managed to get some jello into Nico’s stomach, but he didn’t look satisfied.

              “tummy feels bad.”

              Seitorou furrows his brow, “your stomach? Did you take an medicine?”

              “half dose of that- had a panic attack after.”

              Seitorou picked up the bottle Nico had pointed to and read over it, grimacing, “oh wow, I guess with your allergies they didn’t have much of a choice. But this probably could upset your stomach, even at a half dose. But you’re half way through the time so at a half dose it should wear soon. Are you planning on taking more of these? Or do you want to try with just the normal ones for a while?”

              “Normal.” Nico murmurd, “Hajime got mad though.”

              “Well he’s not too well versed in American drug culture, so he probably thought you were being overly dramatic. But Rock explained it to me before I came it. Anyway, enough about pills and culture, why don’t we watch some anime? I never did get around to watching that one that came out last November that everyone loved to much.”

              Nico’s face lit up even though he couldn’t smile. Seitorou didn’t know what he was missing!

-

              Several hours later, they sat crying happy tears in the dark lounge, Nico’s head resting against Seitorou’s shoulder. The dramatic near-death of the main character’s beloved pet and eventual tearful reunion between the love interests was just too much to bear. It was Nico’s third watch, but it still got him every time. Or maybe it was the sleep deprivation and lack of proper sustenance. Hard to eat anything when you can only open your mouth an inch or so.

              He had wanted to sleep but he kept thinking the gauze would fall out of place and he’d choke on it. It was a rational fear! But he couldn’t take it out to sleep because A. he’s still bleeding after like ten hours, B. having it out hurt for some reason, and C. although he hadn’t fully read the instructions, it sounded like something he wasn’t supposed to do.

              And apparently if you somehow screw this up, it’ll ruin your life forever, according to the internet.

              So instead they decided to Re-watch One Punch Man for like the fifth time and hopefully be lulled to sleep by the sounds of breaking bones and explosions.

              It worked. Somehow.

-

              Day two was fine, not much happened.

              But day three, oh god day three.

              Day three is the worst, lemme tell you.

              Nico sat, the bottle of pills in his hand, jaw throbbing like Saitama himself had just socked him right in the face. It was excruciating, and it had begun to swell and bruise a dark, ugly yellow.

              Go to a mirror and puff out your creeks as hard as you can. Now imagine that it looked like you just lost a fistfight with god. Combine those images. And you have Nico’s current predicament.

              At least it had stopped bleeding? But it still felt better to have the gauze supporting his jaw.

              Seitorou had stepped out to go to the bathroom, and Nico knew this was his only chance. He had just downed a bowl of terrible chicken soup and a jello cup, meaning he was more than set for the nausea to come.

              But… maybe he’d do a one-fourth dose, just in case.

              He had to swallow his pride before the pill, but he managed it before Seitorou returned.

              And the regret was immediate. His knees went immediately week, the room spinning more than it already had been in his weakened state. He dropped to the floor next to the mirror he used to help take the pills while he couldn’t open his mouth like he normally would. He’d cry, but with how much it hurt to do anything, it likely wasn’t a solid idea.

              Seitorou had returned then.

              “Nico! Nico what happened?” his voice was high, trembling.

              “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I couldn’t take it!” Nico cried, handing over the bottle and pill cutter, “it hurts too much.”

              Seitorou kneeled next to Nico’s trembling form, hushing him gently, “you’re okay, you survived the first one right? And this one’s even less.”

              “but I can’t Sei! I can’t!”

              Seitorou took his hand, “Yes you can. The doctor wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, you know that. Come on, lets go back to the couch and watch something, to take your mind off it. How about we check out a show Hitoshi recommended to me? It’s a magical girl show themed around princesses and apparently it’s really good.”

              There was around 50 episodes of it, so they’d easily be busy watching for the rest of the recovery time at least. And it really was a good series. It was unique, nothing like the rest of it’s franchise, but it brought a fresh spin to the concept and the execution was just great. It was the sort of show that reminded the viewer why they jumped down the anime rabbit hole in the first place.

              And, as Seitorou had so expertly predicted, Nico was quickly and surely distracted.

-

              It had taken five days for Nico to be up and about at all, even though the surgeon had estimated he’d be back in his cell in four, tops. But Seitorou had been glad to spend the extra time with him, as there really was no need to watch the halls these days. Everyone, even the prisoners, were too focused on the wedding to cause mischief.

              An when Seitorou was finally tore away from his coddling/anime binge session, something just didn’t feel right about returning to his post.

              “don’t tell me you’re getting attached to the kid now.” Hajime grumbled.

              “w-well he’s really not that bad Hajime!”

              “still, you’re a prison guard! And regardless of how ridiculous his circumstance is, he cant just be your friend like that!”

              Seitorou frowned, “and what makes you say that? Your future wife doesn’t seem to have much of an issue with it.”

              They both turned to Momoko, who was reading through some mail, “what? Don’t drag me into your fight. It’s hardly my business what Seitorou does with his free time as long as he doesn’t cause any trouble.”

              Seitorou grinned smugly, “you know, he even gave me a nickname~”

              Hajime’s head hit the table so hard it cracked.

(A/N: hey, if you’re curious about the rest of this crazy AU then check out the Nanbaka tag on ao3, you’ll find my incomplete mess of fics there! i swear i’m going to be publishing new chapters of both Who I Am and Shotgun itself the minute this week of prompts ends! and when I finish Who I Am, i’m going to start on the Honey and Trois mini arc... or maybe the Rock and Liang mini arc? idk i’ll see where my muse takes me.) 

[ithoughtyouweredifferent]

Part 8: New York New Me

Requested by: Sort of @ocean-marina Line Request: “No fucks given. Next please,” and “Just come home alive…okay?” @i-cant-even-superwholock-anymore A/NL yes, this was formerly posted on @imagineimeliza but was removed-I am ImageineI’mEliza but because this fic was going on for so long, it doesn’t belong on a one-shot maybe 2 parter blog! Word Count: 2,800ish

Chapter 7

Table of Contents  

Chapter 9(link also at bottom)

When Lin had gotten on a plane bound for London, you were certain that you’d never see him again, you doubted you’d ever contact him again, and you found it unlikely he would even hold true to his offer of listening for better job openings for you to apply to. You were wrong on all accounts but one. Email became your friend once again as you talked to him while he was across the sea he would complain about this and that but then tell you a piece of overwhelmingly excited news and for the first few months there was a link to so a friend he had somewhere that had an opening for a job he thought you might want to take and you sent in your resume to all of them, you got more calls back than you had dreamed of.

You weren’t surprised when July came with a letter saying that you had been let go from the school. You got the letter the same day that you were due to set out for a fancy schmancy museum up north that seemed fairly promising. Knowing you weren’t going to have a check coming in anytime soon was worry some but motivated you all the more to exceed expectations and land this position. It had excellent opportunities for growth, it was by far better pay than what you made now even factoring in the higher cost of living, hopefully, it would be something you would do for a long time.

With a lovely letter that summed up to say “you’re out of a job,” on the counter, you threw your bag into your backseat and hit the road, a fifteen-hour drive to a fifteen-minute interview that hopefully would come through. You had a small hotel room booked in advance that you wouldn’t get to until 1am at best but it would be somewhere to sleep and then freshen up for the interview and wait at for the next three days while attending a few other promising interviews in the area. Lin promised that the people at all four for the places you had on this trip were relatively fast working and you would know if you’d made the cut within the week.

It was with confidence and hope fueled by reopened dreams you had all but abandoned that you had landed your job as a curator for the New York Historical Society. You had a week to get settled here before you started. It turned out to be more of an overpaid intern position beneath the real curators, but you would grow and prosper here. When you got the call saying you had the job it was disheartening to realize that you didn’t have anyone to share the good news with. All you did was send an email to the friend who got you here, a friend probably asleep due to time zone differences, a friend who now that he had fulfilled his promise to listen for an opening for you would fall out of touch. But it was a friend for now and that knowledge only strengthened your resolve to make this new position in this new city something you would share with others

“T 23 15, ivory and ink, hand-crafted maybe late 18th-century cup, 3 cm tall five cm diameter at rim and base seven cm diameter at largest,” you looked at the small sketch you had made beside the location and description biting your lip. You had been trying to find this piece for a good twenty minutes, it wasn’t on the shelf it was supposed to be, not the entire case that it might be, you’d gone down the case in front of, behind, to the left, and the right of where it was supposed to be just in case it had been originally put in the wrong place but now you were going to have to add it to the list of artifacts that you would have to look for when you searched the entire room top to bottom for items that had been completely misplaced.

Three years you’d been in the city, two and a half years you’d fit in with your coworkers and enjoyed life, two years without talking to anyone but them - people from your teaching days had faded out of your life just like people from college had. Almost immediately.

“Hey Y/N, we’re all headed out for lunch today, you coming?” Tanya called popping her head in, she had become one of your best friends quickly and easily.

“Ummm I’m actually a bit behind, who’s turn is it to stay  today?” You asked, “Joe right?” she nodded, “Tell him I’ll cover him today if he’ll take it from me next time,” you offered and she gave you a thumbs up, before darting out the door while you went back to inventory. There were so many amazing things here and they were always rotating in and out so there was always more to find. You thought that the idea of enjoying your job was nothing more than that, an idea, but you were wrong. You enjoyed coming to work every day, when you skipped going with friends to lunch it wasn’t because if you left you would be miserable the whole time knowing you had to come back, it was because you didn’t want to leave. Of course, there were downsides, but you loved enough of it that those didn’t matter. You had a routine and you were happy with it.

Looking back at your clipboard you began looking for the next item which was where it belonged thankfully. As were the next several, you had gotten back into your rhythm when you heard the bell over the door jingle, they shouldn’t be back so soon,

“Hello, is anyone in here?” you heard someone call, not many people knew about this door,

“Yes, I’ll be with you in just a moment,” you told them wondering who was using the back door that didn’t already know the place like the back of their hand.

“How can I help you today?” You asked as you rounded the corner,

“Yes I was wondering if-,”

“Lin?” you gasped in shock when you looked up at his face for the first time and he looked you over in confusion for half a second before you found yourself engulfed in a smothering hug, “oh my,” you yelped in shock but hugged him right back

“Y/N? I can’t believe you’re here, what’re you doing?  How’ve you been? Are you-”

“Woah one question at a time, I can’t handle three years of questions in one breath,” you said pulling out of his hug, he smelled exactly like you remembered,

“God I’ve missed you,“

“Same here, wow three years. Doesn’t feel like three years,” he said blinking rapidly

“It feels like just a minute has passed but at the same time, I was teaching down south at least a lifetime ago, maybe two. What’re you doing here? Last time we talked you were finishing up in London and off to work in animated films - getting an EGOT with that. Hell, you were sponsoring on toothpaste and cereal commercials for a while and then you just stopped. Fell off the face of the earth. What happened for almost two years that had you hiding in some sort of underground cave?”

“You can ask me to sum up, three years in one breath but I can’t ask that of you? That’s not fair, I’m wounded,” he teased and you rolled your eyes, “If you must know, I’ve been doing research and writing,”

“How many months worth of paychecks is it going to take for me to get tickets?” You sighed,

“I don’t have any idea yet, but how are you doing?”  

“Pretty great, I’ve actually fallen in love with the city and the job and, you’re going to be proud of me, they’ve got me playing at charity dinners and things, and wait for it,” you paused, “Introductions, presentations singing and playing in the background, the whole nine yards,” suddenly your feet were off the ground and behind you spinning, “Lin! Put me down,” you laughed, smacking his shoulder as he spun you,

“I am so happy for you, that’s wow,” he paused and seemed to think for a second, “You wouldn’t happen to be playing at a ceremony Thursday night would you?” you narrowed your eyes,

“Actually, I am, the coordinator of the ceremony is supposed to come in later today,” he grinned wide at your answer, “Why,” he pursed his lips trying to suppress a smile and shook his head, “Lin-Manuel what is going on in that brain of yours?”

“Later today might be sooner than you thought,” he said and your eyes went wide as you looked around frantically as if someone was going to suddenly appear from behind one of the many artifact shelves, you hurriedly patted your hair down and straightened your shirt that Lin’s hugs had wadded up,

“What? I can’t mess this up Kathrine’ll kill me if I lose this one, its some big deal hotshot that we need to keep things going and not get wiped off the pages. Some guy probably filthy rich probably so full of himself he can’t see right from left” you groaned in frustration and he laughed heartily at your worry,

“I think you’ll be okay, You’re such a goof,” he said, “’sometime after 11′,” it’s almost 12, isn’t it?” he checked,

“What? They’ll be here sometime after 1,” you ran over to the computer that was at least as old as some of the objects in the back of this room, “Nononono,” you groaned, “the screen’s fuzzy I misread it Oh god ah okay Lin,” you took a deep breath and shook your head, “Okay sorry, I’m a mess. What did you come in here for in the first place?”

“To talk about a ceremony Thursday night,” it clicked in your mind all at once and you wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor

“You can’t be serious,”

“as a heart attack,”

“I uh..oops?” you giggled, “can we forget that I said anything? Like pretnd you just walked in the door and I didn’t stereotype the no-name leader of Thursday Nights ceremony at all?”

“Oh you mean the pat where I’m rich and so full o myself I can’t see up from down,” you thought he was joking but you were very hesitant and unsure,

“yes?”

“I don’t have any idea what you are talking about, I just got here,” he told you smiling and you breathed a heavy sigh immensely relieved to know that you hadn’t just ruined everything.

“So anyway, I got called in to do something because of Hamilton again, and it’s lost a bit of its hype, not much but some so why not? Plus I might be planning a bit of a surprise like one I did a while back,” he grinned, "You know how I promoted Hamilton at The White House when I was supposed to do something for Heights,”

“You are not!”

“Oh I am so!” his smile was infectious, “But you can’t tell anyone - it’s gonna be a surprise and if I chicken out I don’t want people hounding me about it,”

“You’re not going to ‘chicken out,’” you promised, “Now that you’ve told me this, you’re stuck,” you stuck your tongue out at him, "If you want to sit down we can go ahead and start going over the plan for Thursday night, it needs to run with as few hitches as possible, you’re going to throw it off a bit if I’m the only one allowed to know about your plan of change of plans but no fucks given, next order of business would be the order of introductions, we have a pretty standard template of order of importance but…” and just like that you managed to get down to business and plan out the evening,

“That sounds perfect. I don’t think a meeting like this has gone this smoothly in…I don’t even know how long. What are my chances of having lunch with you now, to catch up and interrogate you?” he asked and you smiled,

“Everyone else should be getting back from lunch any minute now, it was supposed to be Joe’s day to stay back and watch over stuff back here but I offered to stay instead,” you said, “But how would dinner sound?” and he nodded,

“I was planning on meeting up with a bunch of old friends tonight, that’d be excellent,”

“Great, I can’t wait,” he wrapped you in a short hug that lasted only a few seconds, you both already pulling back when Tanya and the others came in all laughing until they froze in the doorway seeing the two of you locked in a hug,

“Well, it was really nice seeing you again,” you said your face scarlet red, as you looked between Lin and your coworkers

“Yeah, back atcha Socrates,” he said and hurried out the door,

“What. Was. That?” Tanya asked,

“That was an old friend who helped me land this job in the first place dropping by for a visit…and to go over the plans for Thursday night,” you told her as calmly as you could in your flustered state, the others had all scattered almost instantly but would hound you later.

“Y/N, you were broken when you came here, you never said that the Lin that you were friends with that had told you about this job that had faded from your life leaving you dead inside was the Lin-Manuel Miranda. I don’t want to see you like that again,” you tried to protest, you weren’t broken, and even if you had been, it wasn’t because of him in the least, “I mean it, be careful, Thursday night is a big deal for us, important people will be there, important people with deep pockets,” you knew what she meant by that all too well: money was always what things boiled down to in any business and boy could you use some of it right now,

“I’ll be fine, we’re just two good friends that have found ourselves working on a project together. I’m meeting him and a bunch of friends tonight for dinner. Friends.” you stated as many times as you logically could.

“Just come home alive, okay?” she asked, “If you come to work next week like a dead zombie because of him  I will personally see to it that he doesn’t get another gig as long as he lives, And don’t you fall for him again tonight, you better be sober and chipper tomorrow morning or I will get Katherine to pull both of you out of the banquet ceremony on Thursday,”

“Yes mom,” you mocked

“Good. Now then, inventory.” Tanya was your best friend. You knew that she only had your best interests at heart and she was right. You couldn’t let yourself get involved with him again because he needed to chase his dreams all over the planet and you just couldn’t do that. You needed a stable environmnet where you knew what was going on and that just wasn’t something you owuld be able to have if for whatever reason old flames re sparked. But it was only a short fling before and besdies, it’s been three years. He probably found someone else and you had both moved on. He was your friend. That’s how it is and that’s how it is going to stay.

Chapter 9

So that’s not what I originally had in mind for “No Fucks given next,” I actually had an audition thing going on that was half-written mentally and I didn’t have any idea what to do, neither of the two characters in this series are likely to be in a particularly high risk situation.