#this man in dark eye makeup is my weakness fr | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

brvdleymilligan · 4 years ago

Text

HLO slinks in thru a bead curtain.......... truly sry this took me so long to concoct bt i’m here now, hand on hip, smiling coyly at u all...... i’m nai n i’m rly excited to b here so i’ll just dive right in!! u can find bradley’s pinterest board here n her muse tag here. like this or hmu for plots!

[ cis female, she/her, margaret qualley , twenty-four ] i can’t be sure, but i think i just saw BRADLEY MILLIGAN drive onto the parkway. don’t they know we’re not supposed to be driving on that haunted road right now? maybe it has to do with the fact that they’re so +RESILIENT and -VOLATILE that makes them feel UNPHASED about everything going on. i guess we could also chalk it up to the fact that they’re always reminding me of LEMON IN A FRESH CUT, THE AMBER BLINK OF AN ANGRY ALLEY CAT, GRINNING WITH BLOOD ON YOUR TEETH. either way, i hope they get back safely. [ nai, she/her, 24, gmt ]

aesthetics: singeing a hole in your fishnets with the cherry of a menthol, spitting a pistachio behind the bar just to hear it ping off the nozzle top bottles, lemon in a fresh cut, a war torn poppy standing alone in an empty field, pressing thumbs to yellow bruises, stomping over flowerbeds when there’s a path right besides it, dangling over ledges just to feel your chest jolt, a snarling rottweiler that needs muzzling, limp feet poking out behind a door, ‘I PROMISE I DON’T BITE’ scrawled on a name tag, slapping a bald head in front of you at the cinema like it’s a bongo, not owning a single jacket that isn’t stolen, driving a stranger’s car down the wrong lane against the screaming traffic, hair more feral than a wolf cub and eyes smudgier than a coal mine.

BACKGROUND:

ok SO. her father owns a strip club in crescent hill named no angels. it’s kind of.... a seedy establishment i won’t lie. hs a red glowing sign like it’s lighting up a window in amsterdam. cigarette butts floating in oil slick puddles outside. unsavoury characters crawling all over like rats in a sewer. despite this it’s a legitimate business on the surface of things n it does pretty well in trade. it’s like.... that place people warn u NOT to have ur bachelor party at unless u fancy urself the type tht willingly enters a lion’s den bt tht almost??? adds to the allure in a way??? ppl r like wow so sketchy it’s the thrill of a lifetime........ i mean run while u still can bt go off i guess

it isn’t Confirmed Public Knowledge bt it’s pretty heavily implied thru the rumour mill that bradley’s father is the head of a gang of rly............ Not Nice people. all the ppl that work for him u would hands down NOT want to run into in a dark alley. while things seem legitimate on the suface it’s pretty clear they’re into shady dealings n the townsfolk that suspect that would indeed b correct! the club’s a front for a drug business n they’re also washing n running counterfeit cash thru it. they probably also have their hands dipped into a few other local businesses to run their cash thru these too n keep it all seemingly by the books so nobody comes sniffing around. they even r friends with a member of local law enforcement that’s working w them for a cut so they honestly have all bases covered to keep things airtight n foolproof. perhaps a business in reed too which bradley oversees bt i haven’t given this Too Much thought as of yet??

so ya she’s grown up fairly local most of her life n would maybe be known around town as such.................. the milligans r certainly Interesting as far as families go so like. it honestly wldn’t surprise me if ppl nudge elbows when they see one of them coming n immediately walk in the opposite direction. just quite an intimidating presence...... they’re like caged animals where ur specifically instructed NOT to stick ur fingers between the bars bc they WILL bite

on a more personal note her dad is pretty much the worst human being alive n bradley hs like….. a lot of issues with herself as a result of years of toxicity n abuse

in terms of more family bkground info her mum’s name was alyssa n she vanished when bradley was 12. jst like…. into thin air. nothing. no note. zilch. gan! n when bradley asked her dad abt it his response was essentially “guess she didn’t love us enough to stay”. as bradley’s got older tho n become (without intention) more involved in the business side of things, it’s become pretty clear there was far more to the story.

(abuse tw) they had a horrible marriage n tony ws emotionally manipulative at the best of times, violent at worst, which didn’t help the fact tht alyssa ws struggling a lot w severe depression n rly just… not in the mindset to b dealing w anything else, even where motherhood ws concerned. bradley p much… would look after her a lot n they’d both b scared of her dad n it was just a whole unhealthy mess.

(death implied tw) anyway im rambling bt basically tony (bradley’s dad) gt wind of alyssa sleeping w men tht worked fr him n he just… got rid. bradley’s kind of worked out over the yrs tht her mum didn’t jst leave on her own accord n tht something must hav happened to her bt she’s too scared of her dad to ever directly accuse him

when her mum went all of her dad’s cruelty pretty mch got channelled straight onto her. it ws diluted between two before bt as u can probably imagine her upbringing was jst…. a steep downhill decline

(drugs implied tw) she learnt ways 2 deal w the incurring trauma bt they weren’t healthy ones at all! bsically jst. will do or take anything fr the distraction. chases a thrill like it’s the only way to remind her she’s alive. has absolutely no regard fr her own wellbeing n often gets other ppl in trouble too bc she’s so insatiably reckless

(hospitalisation tw) she hd….2 separate stints of psychiatric hospitalisation n she never tlks abt it. like ever. acknowledging she’s been vulnerable is her worst nightmare n bc of the way her dad raised her she always thinks any sign of struggling within herself is weakness. truly does…. not kno how to properly emotion

CUT TO!!!! the present. she’s currently living at the motel which is like. the least homely place she cld ever live rly but bradley loves making her life uncomfortable n doesn’t rly believe in growing sentimentally attached to anything if she cn help it <3 probably gets into arguments all the time w her neighbours it’s a whole thing.... atrocious at feeding herself has breakfasts frm the vending machine like her organs aren’t screaming fr vegetables.... plays music too loud n sometimes vanishes for days at a time without a word. she’s a lot.

i honestly feel like the murders haven’t rly phased bradley too hugely....... i won’t lie she probably genuinely is like. oh maybe it’s smthn to do w my dad. n just blinks the other way not rly that phased. on some subconscious level i think she rly just thinks........ death follows her wherever she goes n is like. this is just life for me! kind of depressing. holds her hand bt then screams n pulls away when she inevitably bites me.

PERSONALITY:

the kind of sour cherry only certain people have a taste for

once drank a bottle of whiskey, insisted she could still do a cartwheel and accidentally kicked an old man’s front tooth out in the process. proceeded 2 collapse into a flower bed and laugh so much abt it that she cried

barely takes anything seriously 50% of the time and is angry the other 50%

if she was a coffee she’d be black with five grains of sugar that you couldn’t taste until the last sip

(alcoholism tw) high functioning alcoholic. if u ever see her w a coffee cup u jst kno tht one sniff will confirm high alcohol percentage. honestly idk hw she does it her liver must b yellin

loyal to a point of fault. if she cares abt u (rare) and u murder a man in cold blood (not so rare in the broad scheme of bradley’s life) she’ll brawl anyone that says ur guilty

honestly wld probably fight a person over anything. sometimes she’ll jst be having a bad day n she’ll burst n take it out on whoever says the wrong thing. minefield!

has the worst luck in romance…. ever. ALL her past bfs hav been absolute beasts n as a result she has the ‘romance is dead n love is a lie’ mentality. definitely NOT a romantic. very cut n dry abt these things. sex is mostly just sex n she’d kind of scoff at anyone that wanted more from her

mostly wears stolen clothes from strangers and jackets that swamp her. huge chunky stomping boots with steel toe caps that would RLY bruise if they gave u a kick. hair is p much always a wild mess n she usually hs kind of smudgy/smoky makeup bcos apparently she’s allergic to combs and generally looking presentable… relatable content. the only time she rly looks put together is when she has to do something/go somewhere/see someone on behalf of her father....... he kind of uses her as a sort of. honey pot sometimes fr shit his gang get up to it’s like. not! a way u should ever utilise ur daughter but :/ i cannot stress enough how much i wna drop kick him in the neck

she’s v sarcastic. blunt. kind of has a habit of…. assessing a person n she’s quite perceptive bc she’s been trained to b by the way she always has to monitor her dad’s expression fr the slightest emotion change. she’s very confident n can p much mke a conversation out of whatever if she feels like it. independent too like she hs a bunch of (predominantly surface connection) friends bt she doesn’t care abt going out places alone n does this often. she’s probably kind of known around town bt itd b a 50/50 balance between bein known as intimidating n bein known as that one girl tht always gets into anarchy

likes: drunken snow angels that drag on so long they flirt with pneumonia, stealing cars, throwing watermelons off rooftops to watch them explode, shooting pedestrian’s with bb guns from hidden spots on rooftops.

dislikes: telling the truth, tulips so yellow it’s like they’re gloating, playing music loud enough to fry your brain and serve it on a piece of toast, going home.

PLOTS:

someone tht works at the ‘no angels’ strip club?? either as a dancer or bartender or whtever. just a forewarning it’s probably gna b a pretty….. seedy and Not That Pleasant environment bc it’s like. a crime hotspot inevitably bc it’s a gang hangout so. ur chara wld truly be in fr a rollercoaster ride to say the least

(drugs tw) she deals coke fr her dad’s gang so perhaps ur muse buys off her

anyone….. she’s brawled in the past like. she’s literally a menace i cnt express this enough. wil jst randomly throw a drink in someone’s face fr no reason bc she’s bored. she’s probably pissed off 1000 diff ppl in 1000 diff ways. the possibilities r endless n i jst think tht’s a sexy prospect!

fwbs perhaps??? exes??? (probably ws a tumultuous relationship honestly bradley is. a handful...... it’s also rly not often she ties herself down tbh so this would maybe have to b discussed/be circumstantial/kind of rare)

mayb someone tht she met at an aa meeting when she hd to go fr a court mandated thing one time after bein arrested fr public indecency. i feel like there’s probably a rly expensive statue somewhere thts fancily sculpted n she like. did a flying kick n broke the dick of it off n gt arrested fr it

ppl she……. Goes Wild Goes Crazy w. truly jst the most self destructive person alive so anyone w a similar mindset wld b a hellish bt fun combination

on the contrary a gd influence cld b nice perhaps? like someone tht genuinely cares abt her n she jst doesn’t kno hw to compute it

maybe people who r her neighbours that live at the motel too??

OH it could b fun if ur muse runs or works at a local business maybe like. a bar? idk? n bradley n ur muse have developed a rapport bc she frequents the place n is................ a Character

um. honestly the world’s our oyster. hmu n we cn brainstorm if none of tht catches ur eye!

#parkway.intro #abuse tw #death tw #drugs tw #hospitalisation tw #alcoholism tw #depression tw #i believe tht covers it...........#FLINGS this like a harpoon

12 notes · View notes

ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 5 years ago

Text

Roguish Women Part 23

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 23: With Tommy and Kate now separated, they both have to make sense of their new realities.

Warning: Abuse

When the devil catches up to you, what do you do? Do you fight? Or do you admit defeat?

Normally, it would be fairly easy to get Tommy out of jail, especially if it was a minor offense like breaching the peace. The Shelbys had enough pull in that sector. But it didn’t help his case that he punched one of the officers so hard that it burst a blood vessel in his eye. Still, they managed to get him released before dark the same day. Even by that time, he was still raging.

“That bastard knew we were coming.” He ranted as he stormed through the betting shop.

Polly was standing in the doorway of her office, arms crossed over her chest. ��I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Thomas.”

He stopped to glare at her. “What was that?”

She pointed to his office. “She left a letter for you. I found it after you left.”

Tommy almost hesitated to go read it. He was worried what it might say. Still, he didn’t have much of a choice, so he went into his office, taking off his coat and cap as he went. As Polly said, there was an envelope sitting on his desk, addressed to him. The envelope was the same type as the ones they used in the office. Maybe she had swiped one when she was passing through. The past couple of years, Tommy had grown to recognize her handwriting. Just like he recognized the scent of her perfume, her laugh, and even the sound of her heels walking down the hallway. But he was completely unaware that he had been cataloging all these little tells. No idea that she had made such a deep impression on him. Well, he didn’t know until she was gone.

Bracing himself, he sat down at his desk and lit a cigarette. He opened the envelope and removed the folded parchment paper.

Dear Tommy,

By now you’ll know I’ve left and I don’t intend on coming back. I’m sorry it had to happen this way, but I wanted you to know that you did everything you could. In the end, this is just the way it has to be. I don’t feel I have enough time to tell you everything I want to tell you. I blame myself for that. Maybe if I had been more honest, I wouldn’t feel like I was leaving loose ends. But that’s my burden I have to carry, not yours.

There are a lot of explanations as to why I did what I did. When the devil catches up to you, what do you do? Do you fight? Or do you admit defeat? When Santo threatened you and your family, I made up my mind. I’m not a martyr, I’m the one who brought this trouble to you in the first place. It’s my responsibility to take care of it. So that’s what I’m doing now. I don’t want you at war with Santo or the Changrettas. Your family has had enough heartache as it is. To start a battle with them would only bring more grief.

I obviously can’t control you, but I would urge you to just leave it be. Don’t try to find me in America and don’t try to cause anymore trouble with the Italians. Just leave it be.

Please know that I’ve left my heart with you. I know I won’t ever love anyone the way I’ve loved you.

Please give everyone my love, including the boys in Camden Town.

Always,

Kate.

Tommy was heartbroken. Heartbroken and furious. It was a strikingly same feeling to when Grace admitted she wasn’t pregnant. Betrayed was too weak of a word. But was it that simple? His eyes scanned the letter again. She had done it to protect him and his family. Why wasn’t he enough? Why couldn’t she trust that he would take care of her? Maybe he hadn’t proved it well enough to her. Maybe she saw how Grace collapsed in that ballroom, blood pouring from her wound, and thought she would be the next victim if she stayed.

He stood up, throwing the letter to the side and pacing like a rabid dog in front of his desk. After his fourth or fifth pass, he couldn’t contain his grief. He threw a right hook at the wall with enough force to put a crack through the plaster. His brain didn’t even register the pain.

Polly stepped into his office when she heard the loud bang. Her nephew sank to his knees, cradling his bloodied knuckles to his chest. He hunched over his head low. She could remember a time when he was in the same position. Only a young man finding out his mother had passed. It seemed to be the start. The formation of a man he currently was. Life continued to throw hurdles at him, relentless blows that he tried to take with a brave face. But even when he moved past the troubles, he left a piece of himself behind.

Polly couldn’t guess what he needed most. His family could love him until the end of time but it didn’t seem to be enough. There was always something missing.

~~~~~~~~~~

Kate couldn’t even begin to understand all the different emotions that hit her when they docked in Boston Harbor. When she stepped off the gangplank, she tried not to think about how many miles were now between her and Birmingham. She figured the less she tried to think about it, the better off she would be. The less heartbroken she would be.

She was full of trepidation. Santo hadn’t said much to her on the voyage across the Atlantic. It was almost as if he was waiting until they were finally back in his territory. Back where he felt most in control. And once he was back in that seat of power, there was no telling what he would do to her.

Santo led Kate through the crowd of passengers to a Bugatti that was waiting for them.

A well-dressed man stood near it and smiled when they approached. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Miss Kate. Been quite some time, hasn’t it?”

She was well familiar with those who were closest to Santo. Every one of them was insufferable in her opinion. Only low-lifes wanted to cling to him. “Mick.” She muttered a begrudging greeting in response.

“She looks a little down, boss, was it something I said?” Mickey asked with a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended.

Santo chuckled and put a hand on Kate’s shoulder, pressing his fingers in a bit firmer than was necessary. “She’s just tired from the journey is all.”

Mickey opened the back door of the car for them. “Well, ain’t too long of a drive back. Welcome home, Katie.”

~~~~~~~~

The North End had been Santo’s home base since the beginning. The strong Italian community there was where he grew up and prospered. Kate had been there but was raised in South Boston, so she didn’t feel very at home there. She didn’t feel very at home at all in the city. It felt like such a distant part of her past, a part she wasn’t willing to revisit.

Mickey drove them through the winding, narrow streets of the North End until they reached Santo’s home. He brought their luggage inside while they stood out on the sidewalk.

Santo wrapped an arm around Kate’s waist, pulling her close. “What’d you think? Good spot, isn’t it? Got everything you need around too. Don’t have to go far for anything.”

Kate felt nauseated as she looked up at the building.

“C’mon.” He ushered her inside and upstairs.

It was a significantly nicer place than Kate’s flat back in Small Heath. The sitting room had dark wood walls and a few stiff armchairs and sofas. Santo’s wealth was on display with art pieces on the wall, gold accents, and fragile vases adorning the side tables. The corridor led to a dining room and kitchen. Another set of stairs led up to the bedrooms.

“Big improvement from that shit hole I think.” He remarked from the doorway as he watched Kate look around.

“I hate it.” She replied and glared at him pointedly.

She saw a flash of anger in his eyes but he just chuckled. “Well, you’ll learn to like it, won’t you?” He moved toward her. "This will be your home, so I think it'll grow on you."

“You stay the fuck away from me.” She warned and tried to back away from him but the back of her knees hit an arm of the sofa.

“Micina, I don’t want to fight with you. This was the arrangement. This is what you understood and agreed to before you left. Either you got the money or you married me. Simple as that. Now that you’re back, you’re going to honor that agreement.”

“I’ll honor your agreement. But I’ll loathe you until the day I die. I’ll be fucking sick to my stomach whenever I look at you. I’ll hate every moment I’m in the same room as you. I’ll wake up every morning wishing you were dead.” She spat and squared her shoulders.

That’s the breaking point she reached. Santo grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her face up against the nearest wall. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “Listen here, you ungrateful bitch. You’ll learn to appreciate me. I own you now and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it. If you fight me, if you insult me, if you ruin my image, I will send my men over to kill your beloved gypsies. And I’ll have them come back with all their heads in boxes so you can open them and see what you’ve done.”

Kate wasn’t focused on the ache throbbing in her face or the pain from him pulling her hair. She was trying not to cry so to show him he wouldn’t beat her. In the end, her dignity was all she had left. He would never take that from her. “Burn in hell.” She snarled.

“You fucking whore.” He let go of her hair and shoved her away from the wall just so he could slap her across the face. “Just you wait. If I have to beat obedience into you, I fucking will.” He jabbed a finger at her. “Now go upstairs and clean yourself up. You still smell like that disgusting city.”

Kate stormed past him and up the stairs to the third story. She found the bathroom and locked herself in it. It was devastating to see herself in the mirror. Her lip was bloodied and she already had a bruise forming on her temple. Her hair was in disarray and her eye makeup was smudged. She was furious with herself. Furious that she had fallen so low by her own fault. She let out a scream of frustration and punched the mirror. The surface cracked and distorted her reflection. Blood dripped from her knuckles as she gripped the edge of the sink.

She didn’t care if she had to fight him every day for the rest of her life. Santo would receive nothing from her. No peace. No love. No acceptance. Nothing.

~~~~~~~~~~~

If Kate had been there, Tommy might have admitted he was in way over his head. With everything from the Russians to Father Hughes, he felt at his wits end. Late at night, when he couldn’t sleep, he tried to imagine what Kate might say to him.

I’m always right, Tommy, that’s why you should listen to me more.

She was nearly always right. He longed for her to be there, to tell him she was right.

“How many hours of sleep are you getting?” Polly asked moments after Esme and Lizzie left the sitting room. They had been there confronting him about bathrooms then suddenly about the robbery. God, it made his head spin.

Tommy sat down at the table. “Doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is I can’t trust Esme and I can’t trust the fucking Russians and I can’t trust me own fucking brother with anything.” He snapped agitatedly.

His aunt watched him as she lit a cigarette. “You would’ve trusted Kate with the information.”

There was no denying the facial tic when he heard her name. Many people had been wary to mention her in front of him, afraid it would set him off or just send him into a darker place. But Polly didn’t fear him.

“Kate didn’t run her mouth.” He muttered in reply, his eyes going down.

“You’re right. She kept secrets well.”

That only seemed to annoy him more. “You know there is a general lack of discipline in this fucking company.” He complained if anything just to try and steer the conversation elsewhere.

“She made her decision. It can’t keep you occupied or things will go badly. You need to focus on what you’re dealing with now.” Polly advised.

“I’m getting her back, Pol.” He spoke in a clipped manner. “I’m bringing her back home.”

“Tommy…”

“I just-I just need to kill that fucking priest and to have everything go to plan.”

“You’re grieving.” She said calmly. “Of course, you are. You lost Grace and now you’ve lost her. But I know that you make bad choices when you grieve. Now more than ever, you need a level head. Maybe you need to forget her for the time being and take care of what you can here.” It wasn’t for Polly to decide who was right or wrong. She had no ill-will toward Kate, in fact, she had always appreciated her presence to be another one of logical thinking. But she felt it was very far-fetched for Tommy to try and launch a rescue mission. Especially because she didn’t know what sort of messes they would get tangled in if he tried. Facing America mobsters on their own turf was the last thing the family needed. Not when they were already wrapped up in some convoluted plan.

“I’ll forget her when hell freezes over.” Tommy stood up. “I only told you about the priest, keep it that way.” He urged before he left in a huff.

Permanent Tag: @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @giftofdreams @biba3434 @kimmietea @karmezii @enrapturedbythemoon @vampgirl1997

Tag list: @radical-gecko @actorinfluence @meltingicequeen

Masterpost

PB Masterlist

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelbyxoc #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #fanfiction #ofc #oc #polly gray #esme shelby #lizzie stark #arthur shelby #season 3 #grace shelby #cillian murphy #cillian murphy character

38 notes · View notes

whereisten · 6 years ago

Photo

Gentle Monsters

Summary: After a night of running from a wild animal, you meet Johnny, the owner of the conservatory greenhouse you accidentally broke into. Johnny is kind and sweet—a little too sweet.

Genre and Warnings: angst, horror, fluff, smut (oral sex, fingering), little profanity, few mentions of death (murder)

Word count: 7.6K

(p.s Jaehyun enters the fic in this chapter)

[7:57 A.M]

You were startled awake by the feeling of a cold liquid dropping on your forehead. You looked up above you and saw an old man. As your eyes focused, they grew.

He stood over you, watching with wide eyes. The dark liquid flowed out from his mouth and continued to drop on you. You used your finger to touch the drop that fell on your neck and brought your finger up to your nose. The rancid smell let you know that it was blood.

It was the man from the bar, the one that touched you. He opened his mouth as tears rolled down his cheeks. He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t, the words couldn’t come out.

You both looked down to his abdomen. Your jaw dropped when you saw a long hand with sharp fingernails had ripped through the center and held his intestines.

When you looked back up at the man you saw another man standing behind him, and as your eyes focused, you recognized the second man whose hand was sticking out of his midsection.

Johnny.

His glowing red eyes pierced through yours as he laughed maniacally.

Your eyes flew open as your alarm clock rang out loud and echoed in the room.

It was another nightmare. You never had this many nightmares. It was strange, but then again, what you experienced was terrifying. You still thought about it before you went to sleep.

You couldn’t shake that image of Johnny out of your head, but you had to, it wasn’t him.

You thought of Johnny you really knew as you washed your face. The one who smiled brightly. The one whose cheeks glowed and teeth glistened in the sun. He was so radiant and warm.

You looked at your phone.

Johnny: Movies at 6?

You smiled to yourself and quickly unlocked your phone to answer.

Sounds good.

You blushed when you saw the three little bubbles pop up, telling you that he was already typing a response.

Johnny: great, I’ll pick you up at 5:30 :)

You laughed out when you saw the smiley face.

He’s so cute. You thought to yourself.

Ok.

You threw your phone onto the bed and fell back into it. You just couldn’t stop blushing. There was something so charming about Johnny. He was a sweetheart, you were happy to finally get the chance to know him better.

He clearly liked you and you felt that you might like him too.

It was time for your movie date and you quickly put a pair of small earrings in before running downstairs to the door.

Johnny rang the doorbell and was waiting patiently.

When you opened it you gasped at the sight of the large bouquet of flowers he held.

“Johnny?!” You smiled widely. “for me?”

“Of course! only the brightest flowers for the prettiest girl to visit my conservatory” Johnny grinned as he stepped closer to hand you the flowers.

You laughed a little before inviting him in.

“Thank you Johnny, they’re beautiful!” You grabbed a vase and put water into it.

“You’re welcome, y/n. How have you been? I—the plants miss you” Johnny looked down at you as you placed the flowers in the vase.

He smiled when he saw how bright your eyes got. You were so captivated by the vibrant orange, pink and yellow flowers, you didn’t even realize that you dropped your handbag at the door.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m pretty sure you mean you miss me.”

Johnny laughed and ran a hand through his thick hair. He wore a blue jean jacket over a white t-shirt and black jeans and sneakers, the simplest outfit, but he still looked so good.

You bit your lips and blushed.

He lifted his head up, but you quickly looked back down at the flowers to avoid eye contact.

“I could stand here and watch you blush all night but unfortunately I’ve already bought the movie tickets. We should go” Johnny smirked and swayed back and forth with his hands in his pants pockets.

“Hey! I’m not blushing! It’s called makeup!” You gave his arm a light punch.

“Yeah alright strawberry shortcake, let’s go” Johnny laughed and took your hand.

———————

The movie was scary and you were caught off guard by the jump scares every single time. Johnny would laugh a little when you jumped. He was motionless even as you moved closer to him to bury your face into his chest during the explicit murder scenes. He looked on the large screen and smiled softly because he was enjoying every minute of the movie..and how close you were to him.

He loved the way your head felt against his broad chest and the way the smell of the perfume you used filled his nostrils.

“Did you..already see this?” You looked up at him under furrowed brows.

Johnny only laughed and licked his lips before whispering.

“No, it’s just predictable.”

“Oh, well excuse me, I didn’t know you were a horror movie expert.” You whispered before someone from the front row turned around to shush you.

You and Johnny both turned to each other and snickered.

You smiled when Johnny placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his chest, he knew you felt safe and content there. You closed your eyes for a moment as you listened to his heart beat.

It was..erratic. He wasn’t scared, but his heart beat ran wild. It was strange to you because it sounded like there were two rhythmic patterns, almost like...there were two hearts in him. But that didn’t make any sense so you shook off the thought and opened your eyes to focus on the movie.

It wasn’t until the end of the movie that you noticed Johnny held your hand from the first time you jumped. He never let it go, even when it got sweaty.

“Well...glad that’s over” you said as you quickly pulled yourself away from Johnny.

You reached under the seat to grab your handbag, and you didn’t notice that Johnny frowned at the sudden absence of your your warmth,

He quickly smiled when you raised your head.

“Thank you, Johnny” you smiled and took his hand as he helped you up from the seat.

“You’re such a scaredy cat, you should’ve seen your face!” Johnny teased you once you two were out of the theater.

“Hey! It was scary, I wasn’t the only one. As a matter of fact, you were the only one that didn’t jump. You’re a weirdo” you crossed your arms.

Johnny clutched his chest. “Ah! That hurts.”

“What? Are you okay?” You uncrossed your arms and stepped closer to him as he bent over and held his chest. You panicked as you remembered the irregular rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Johnny? What’s wrong?” You placed a hand on his back.

Johnny quickly jumped up and held his hands out in front of your face.

“Boo!” He said loudly. You yelped and jumped back.

“Ahh! You asshole!” You punched his chest lightly.

He was laughing so hard, a tear fell from his squinted eyes.

“I’m going home!” You yelled and turned to walk away but Johnny quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You tripped a little and fell into his chest.

Johnny stopped laughing and held you close. You looked into his honey brown eyes and then to his pink lips. They were so perfect. Your faces were close and you stood up straight so that your lips were closer to his.

He lowered his face to yours and watched as your round lips opened slightly.

You two had never gotten this close before, and he wanted to kiss you so badly, but he also wanted to move at your pace.

You quickly snapped out of it and smiled.

“You’re so annoying.”

Johnny laughed and grinned. “Let me make it up to you, there’s an ice cream place not too far away.”

“And what if I don’t like ice cream?” You asked innocently.

“Well—hmm.” Johnny pursed his lips.

Before you could stop yourself you pulled yourself up to his lips and quickly placed a kiss on them.

Your eyes were closed but when you realized what you had done your eyes flew open. You were about to pull away when Johnny held your face to his. He wanted to kiss you for as long as possible.

You closed your eyes again and focused on the feeling of his pillowy soft lips on yours. They felt just as good as they looked, you had been wanting to feel them—in real life—for the longest time.

You released them for a moment to let your tongue out and trace it over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and placed your bottom lip between it. His tongue ran over your lips as you turned your head for easier access.

Your hands held his broad back and you pulled him closer. You knew you would have to pull away to breathe, but you didn’t want to.

Johnny let go of your head and pulled back to look at you. You both licked your lips and breathed heavily.

Johnny smiled as you blushed again.

“You’ve made it up to me.” You winked.

————————

Johnny dropped you off at home after the two of you had ice cream and walked around the plaza that was lit with white Christmas lights. It was a beautiful sight, but Johnny’s presence made it magical.

You couldn’t describe it but he made every experience ten times better. He was perfect in every way. He held your hand softly and kissed you with passion.

The two of you kissed again under the lights and as you looked up at Johnny’s glistening eyes, you felt your heart stop.

He was captivating.

You sighed and fell down into your bed. You grabbed your pillow and held it tightly as you smiled to yourself.

You couldn’t believe that you had such a nice night with such an amazing man. You laughed and tried to shake off the butterflies, but you couldn’t.

You thought of Johnny’s last words to you before he drove off.

“Dream the sweetest dream of me, angel.”

When you were in front of him, you rolled your eyes and laughed but that was only to cover up how you weak you felt.

You couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

——————

The next day you had work.

You walked fast from the bar to the tables on the outskirts, making sure not to trip or drop any glasses.

You were used to it, but you did get a little tired from time to time.

The news of the death of the patron was still fresh in the media so it brought about more people, and while this was great for business, this also meant that servers,hosts and bartenders would rarely get time to rest.

You constantly took complicated orders and rushed to give them to the bartenders, but sometimes you’d have to jump in and make the drinks yourself.

Luckily, the manager, Angelique, was nice and always checked in on you guys. She always wanted to make sure you guys were okay. These days, she was busy with police officers, as she tried to help them piece together anything that might explain what happened between the time the old man left the bar and his death that occurred just minutes later.

“Y/n..come to my office.” Angelique demanded as she tapped the bar.

You were pouring beer out in a few glasses to deliver to a table.

“Sure thing, I’ve just gotta bring these over to table 14 and I’ll be right in!” You yelled over the loud televisions that played the NBA finals game.

“Let Tricia take care of it, it’s urgent.” Angelique headed back to her office.

You frowned. This was unlike her, she seemed unsettled.

Tricia noticed too so she jumped in and took the glasses. “I got it, y/n, you should go.”

You rushed over to Angelique’s office.

“Y/n..there’s a gentleman here that needs to speak with you. You were the server for Mr. Kim’s table, right?” Angelique rubbed her temple as she leaned back on her desk.

A young man sat in a chair in her office and looked back at you before donning a big smile and the deepest set of dimples you’d ever seen.

“Y-Yes, I served him and his friends.” You nodded.

“Well, this is Detective Jung, he has a few questions for you. I’ll leave you to it.” Angelique got up to walk out but stopped beside you.

“Remember, y/n, if you feel uncomfortable, you have the right to stay silent, just call me, I’ll be right outside the door.” She whispered and you nodded.

Detective Jung got up from his chair and held out a hand for you to take once Angelique shut the door.

“It’s nice to meet you, and it’s Jaehyun, you don’t have to call me Detective Jung, it makes me feel old.” Jaehyun laughed and you swore it was music to your ears. The brown haired man was gorgeous, he was sculpted from marble.

You shook his hand and gasped quietly at the feeling of his soft fingers.

He wore a fitted black shirt with rolled up sleeves that was tucked into his black jeans. A gold chain sat perfectly on his collar and graced his long neck. He was incredibly fit and strong, and his facial features were sharp, but he spoke softly.

You watched as he took your bosses seat behind her desk and intertwined his fingers in his lap.

“Please take a seat, I won’t take up too much of your time, I see that it’s very busy out there.” He looked at his gold watch.

You nodded and sat down.

“What happened that night?” Jaehyun asked quietly.

“Nothing happened, I gave them their beers and they left.” You replied as you looked down at the wooden desk.

“I had a feeling you’d say that, but I need you to think about the details. Did Mr. Kim make any enemies during his time here?” Jaehyun leaned forward.

“I don’t know, there weren’t any fights or anything.” You wanted to bring up the fact that Mr. Kim was a complete prick and pervert that harassed you, but you feared that it would only make you a suspect.

“So, as you can imagine, Mr. Kim’s family is very upset at the sudden death of their loved one. They’ve hired me to put the pieces together as to who committed the attack and brutal murder.” Jaehyun looked you in your eyes as he spoke, he never looked down or any where else, it was intimidating.

“Who? Shouldn’t they be asking..what?” You said quietly.

Jaehyun gave a small laugh. “Y/n, there’s no animal that could’ve performed such a brutal and—intentional murder.”

“But there’s no person that can rip apart a body like that.” You shook your head.

Jaehyun tilted his head and looked at his hands. “It’s not..entirely impossible.”

“Then, it’s not entirely impossible for Mr. Kim’s murder to have just been some freak accident. A bad encounter with a large animal. Wrong place, wrong time.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Jaehyun smiled and sat back in his chair.

“Sounds like you know a lot more about Mr. Kim’s murder than your letting on, y/n.”

You frowned and looked down, you were talking too much. You couldn’t tell him about the creature that followed you that night, that would only get you locked in psychiatric hold for a few hours.

“I—don’t know anything, I gave them their beers, they had a good chat, and they left.” You said firmly. “You can see from the CCTV that Mr. Kim left on his own.”

Jaehyun chuckled and crossed his arms.

“What do you know about Johnny Suh?”

Jaehyun asked more pointedly, a bit of venom in his tone as he spoke Johnny’s name.

“Who?” You furrowed your brows.

“Johnny, the owner of the glasshouse conservatory outside of the city.” Jaehyun rubbed his chin.

“I—I don’t.. what does he have to do with this?” You stumbled over your words, what was Jaehyun implying?

“Ahh, so you do know him. Well, he is a person of interest, I need to know if you know anything about his whereabouts that night.”

“I—I don’t know where he was, but I do know that there’s no way he’d do something like this..he’s innocent” you looked into his eyes.

“Hmm you don’t seem to be so sure about that.”

“Well, I am.” You said with a little more volume.

“Then why are you fiddling with your uniform?” Jaehyun pointed to your right hand which played with the hem of your apron.

You didn’t know that you were doing this.

“We’re talking about the brutal murder of a man right outside of this bar, of course I’m fiddling with something. You don’t know what it’s like to know that you were with someone during their final hours of being alive.” You said through teary eyes. You were scared and Jaehyun’s charming and intimidating presence only made you more nervous.

He was smooth and you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know how to stay out of trouble, how to distance yourself away from him. You could’ve called for Angelique, but you thought running away would make you look guilty.

Jaehyun uncrossed his arms and smiled, “You have a lot of faith in someone you’ve just met, y/n, be careful.”

He got up and held out his hand again.

You stood up and looked down at it for a moment, but looked back up with a straight face.

He slowly put his hand away when he saw that you didn’t want to shake it.

“Thank you, I’ll see you next time.” Jaehyun smiled and donned his deep dimples again, he was unbelievably good looking, your heart started to race.

Next time?

“Good night.” You quickly walked out of the office and shut the door behind you.

How did he know of your relationship with Johnny?

———————

It’s been three days since you’ve seen Johnny. You texted each other through the day and would send each other funny videos and animal pictures.

Johnny made it a habit to send you the biography for a plant each day. He took a picture of it and wrote the Latin name of it in a text message for you to read. He wanted you to expand your knowledge of plants and you loved that.

Johnny would also send selfies of himself doing funny poses while you were at work because he knew that you couldn’t—or at least, shouldn’t—be laughing out loud while on the job.

Johnny was perfect, he was kind, funny, sweet, and such a good kisser. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

You were washing your dishes when a text from him came through.

You immediately dried your hands with a kitchen towel and grabbed your phone.

Boy, were you whipped.

Johnny: dinner at 6. Wear something nice, not too fancy. Be ready at 5:30.

“Oh? You’re not even gonna ask huh?” You said to yourself.

Can I at least know what kind of food we’re gonna eat?

Johnny: hmmmm

You waited as you saw the three dots appear.

Johnny: No :)

You laughed and put your phone down.

“God, he’s annoying”

———————

Johnny gasped when you opened the door. “Wow..you look...amazing.”

You blushed and twirled in your black dress. “Thank you”

He bit his lips. “Do you think red would match my outfit?”

You furrowed your brows and looked at his outfit. He wore a dark blue dress shirt with the top three buttons open and black dress pants. He wore his gold watch and styled his hair so that it was parted to the side and out of his face. You finally saw his forehead, and this new look sent shivers up your spine.

He looked dazzling and his facial features stuck out even more.

“No, I don’t think it would work.” You shook your head.

“Cause I was really hoping to take some of that red lipstick of yours and put it on my own lips.” He pulled you closer by the waist and looked down at you through lustful yes.

“Johnny, you’re so cheesy” you laughed and looked into his eyes. “You can’t kiss me...not yet at least.”

Johnny laughed and pulled your hand up to kiss it. “Works for me. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

On the way to the restaurant, Johnny held your hand with his right hand and drove with the other. He loved to hold it and rub his thumb over your soft knuckles. He was bobbing his head to a new Ed Sheeran song on the radio, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what Jaehyun said.

“Johnny...there was a guy..” you quietly started and Johnny turned the radio down.

“A guy that made your heart flutter? Yeah, his name’s Johnny.” He turned to wink at you.

You laughed and squeezed his hand.

“No, no..he’s a detective. He came to the bar to ask about the death of that old guy and..he asked me about you.” You looked up at Johnny whose smile turned into a frown fast.

“That’s weird, why me?” Johnny said softly.

“I don’t know, his names Jaehyun.” You continued.

Johnny furrowed his brows and looked on the road before letting go of your hand. The action caught you off guard as he was never the one to pull away, it was always you.

“Is everything okay?” You asked once you noticed the change in Johnny’s mood. He tapped the steering wheel quite furiously and bit his lips.

“I..don’t know who that is..” he said quietly but sternly. He was obviously upset.

“I’m—sorry for bringing it up.” Johnny had to deal with your accusations, and here he was being drawn into the terrible situation again just days later.

“Y/n, it’s alright, it’s not your fault at all, I’m just—confused.” Johnny shook his head.

“I know, I am too.” You turned to look out the window.

Johnny held your hand again. “Hey, don’t worry about it, I’m sure there’s just a misunderstanding.”

He pulled your hand up and kissed it again. You closed your eyes as you thought of his soft lips and how badly you wanted to feel them on yours again.

—————

Johnny took you to a Japanese restaurant that was decorated beautifully. You sat at a table by a small waterfall that had Koi fish swimming about in the large pond that it flowed into. There were colorful lanterns that hung above you and cherry blossom trees that lined the walkways.

“This is so beautiful, Johnny.” You smiled at Johnny. His face was lit up by the low lighting and it really brought out his strong cheekbones and seductive eyes.

He just blushed and stared at you.

“I knew you’d like it.” He reached out and held your hand across the table you two sat at.

You grinned and looked up at the lanterns.

Johnny watched your wide eyes move around the restaurant and the night sky. There were literal stars in your eyes and he couldn’t stop staring. He was reminded of the first time he watched you as you looked up at something else.

You shivered slightly and held your arms.

“Are you cold? Lets go inside.” He started to stand up, but you stopped him.

“No, no I’m good, I like it out here.” You pleaded.

The two of you continued with your dinner while talking about the restaurant and how you both would love to go to Japan.

You then talked about the conservatory as Johnny said that he wished to expand it.

You got goosebumps as you watched him excitedly talk about the plans he had for it. He was so passionate about his business and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“I really should write all of this down in a journal or something. I’m a genius! But I always forget things” Johnny laughed at himself before drinking water.

You don’t know if it was the wine you had or if you were truly feeling the effects of being whipped, but you put your jaw in your palm and watched Johnny.

He laughed when he noticed your large eyes and cute smile.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.

“You’re just..amazing” you bit your lips.

“Hmm you think so?” Johnny winked.

“I really l-“ you started but the waiter interrupted you.

“Here you go! Thank you for coming, have a great night!” The waiter placed the bill down and before you could grab it, Johnny picked it up and waved a finger.

“Nuh uh.”

You pouted. “Ugh, you never let me pay for anything.”

“Of course not, I asked you out and I’m a gentleman” Johnny paid the bill and got up to leave.

He took your hand and walked you out.

“What were you going to say back there?” Johnny was driving you back to your place.

“I really...like you Johnny” you confessed.

Johnny’s smile widened and he turned to you.

“Are you blushing? I guess you’re my strawberry shortcake now” you teased him and poked his cheek.

You leaned against your door frame of your front door and looked on Johnny who stood just outside of it.

He gave a kiss and pulled back. “Goodnight, y/n.” He was about to walk away, but you stopped him.

“Johnny...there’s a reason I told you to park in an actual parking spot this time.” You winked.

Johnny tilted his head. “What?”

“Stay with me..tonight.” You said seductively while looking at his lips and down to his exposed collar bone.

He looked good, too good.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

He leaned down and kissed your lips eagerly, forcing them open with his tongue. You closed your eyes and felt him lean down to pick you up.

He pressed your body into the door after he shut it and turned the lock. You opened your eyes as you felt his warm, wet lips place sloppy kisses on your neck.

You pressed a hand to his chest and laughed. “My room, lets go to my room, I have roommates.”

Johnny pulled back and laughed. He wrapped your legs around his waist and let you tell him which room was yours.

Once in your room, he put you down and let you close the door. You turned around and pushed his chest lightly so that he sat down on your bed. You reached down and unbuckled his belt, but he pulled you up so that he could finish kissing you.

You moaned into his mouth and pulled yourself down again.

You pulled his pants and boxers down and licked your lips at the sight.

He unbuttoned his shirt and bit his lips as he watched you take the tip in your mouth.

You placed small kisses along his length before taking the tip in your mouth again.

You bobbed your head up and down, taking in as much of his length as possible, and using your hand to cover the rest.

“Fuck” Johnny threw his head back as you worked your tongue all over him.

You pulled your mouth off of him and used your hand to cover his entire length in his own pre cum.

You lowered your head again and placed small kisses on his tip as your hands twisted and pumped up and down.

You took him into your mouth again, gaining a throaty groan from him as you did. He watched your head move up and down and groaned after seeing your round, red lips all over him.

He nearly lost it when you stuck your tongue out and traced it over a bulging vein. He watched as a string of spit and pre cum connected your mouth to his tip when you pulled up to breathe and look into his eyes. He was getting close.

He grabbed a handful of your hair to guide your head further down his length.

You were deep throating him now as he thrust into your mouth.

You gagged and choked, feeling tears run down your face as you took all of him in. Your knees dug into the carpet under them and you felt a burning sensation, but all you could focus on was how wet you were getting from just watching Johnny come undone.

You felt your mascara run down and a sharp pain as he hit the back of your throat over and over. You should’ve to pull away to breathe again, but you didn’t want to.

You enjoyed listening to his quiet groans.

He cursed and the rhythm of his hips stuttered as he came into your mouth.

He slowed his movements and let go of your hair before pulling you up to him.

He picked you up and put you on his lap while you unzipped your dress. He kissed your neck and your shoulders before wiping your runny mascara and messy lipstick while you caught your breath.

He looked at your through worried eyes “are you okay?”

You laughed, “I’m wonderful.”

You placed both hands on the sides of his head and leaned down to kiss him.

You only pulled away to let your dress fall on the floor. You stepped out of it while taking your bra off and Johnny gaped.

“Wow..you’re so beautiful.” He said seductively and looked up at you through dark eyes. A strand of his luscious hair fell into his forehead, but he still looked perfect.

You giggled as he held your waist and pulled you towards him to sit again.

He kissed a little more roughly now, tugging on your bottom lip and aggressively sucking your tongue. You moaned into his mouth as he flipped you over onto your bed.

He kissed down your neck and on your collar bones again while his hands held your breasts and massaged them.

“Ahh, such a good girl” Johnny whispered over your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth.

You cried out at the feeling of his fluffy lips on your sensitive skin and lifted your body up and into his.

His fingers found their way to your thighs, and he massaged the skin in between your core and your hip while still sucking on your nipple.

He kissed down your abdomen and stomach before lowering himself above your already wet entrance.

You gasped when you felt his breath fanning your slit.

He held your legs up and kissed you gently as you fell back into your bed.

He stuck his tongue out and pressed it flat against you while licking up your slick.

“Johnny..” you cried out his name and he hummed so that you could feel the vibration of his voice against your clit.

You breathed heavily again while he stuck his tongue inside you, circling around and attacking all parts of your core.

His lips pressed into you as well.

You rubbed your nipples with one hand and reached down to run a hand through Johnny’s hair.

“Ahh, yes!” You cried out, a little too loudly as Johnny sucked your clit and licked around it gingerly. He was so good with his mouth, you didn’t care if your roommates heard you.

You were just moments away from your orgasm when Johnny added two fingers and continued to lick and suck on your clit.

You reached up for a pillow and held it to your face as you moaned loudly into it.

You threw the pillow away and looked down at Johnny who looked up at you through dark, lustful eyes.

He let out another throaty moan to send vibrations rocking through your core.

Your body shook under him as he continued to devour you. You threw your head back into the bed and held on tightly to your sheets.

Johnny let you ride out your high with his tongue still against you and when you were done he lapped up your juices and licked his lips while looking you in the eyes.

“That was..amazing.” You sighed as you laid back down.

Johnny wiped his mouth with his hand and climbed over you so that he was above your face again.

You pulled him down to kiss him while he hugged your body and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re amazing.” He whispered as he held you close.

——————

[4.55 PM]

When you went into work the next day, you noticed the caution tape that was wrapped around the sides and the doors of the bar.

People were leaning over the tape and trying to take pictures of the bar. You looked around and tried to peak over their shoulders to see what the fuss was about.

You saw Elaine and Tricia holding each other close while talking to two police officers. Tricia was holding her face in her hands but once she raised it, you saw that she was distraught, tears flowing down her cheek and neck.

“Excuse me.” You pushed past the crowd and ducked under the yellow tape to run up to the girls.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked as you rubbed Tricia’s back.

“It’s Angelique..they..they killed her” Elaine spoke somberly as she looked down.

“What? What do you mean? Who’s they?” You asked Elaine but she shook her head.

“I don’t know, it’s..terrible...she’s...unrecognizable.” Elaine couldn’t speak any more, she walked away.

“What’s going on?” You turned to the police officers. “Are you sure it’s her? Where is she?!”

“Ma’am, please calm down, we’re trying to get as much information as possible right now. Who are you?” A tall officer stepped towards you.

You opened your mouth to answer, but was interrupted.

“She works here. Y/n, come with me.” A male voice called to you.

You turned to see who it was.

Jaehyun.

He gave you a small smile as he held the front door of the bar open for you to walk through.

You hesitantly walked towards him.

“It’s nice to see you again.” Jaehyun was so bright despite there being another murder for him to solve. He was strange and his presence was still unsettling.

“What’s going on here, Jaehyun?” You walked behind him as he led you to the main bar.

You gasped at the scene in front of you.

Angelique’s body was torn in half and pieces of her body were placed perfectly on the counter.

Her throat was ripped open and her insides dangled under her exposed rib cage and were littered all over.

You covered your mouth and turned away.

You couldn’t believe that this was happening again. Your breathing became heavy, you felt weak and nauseous.

“This happened this morning, we’re guessing around the hours of 6 and 7 AM, around closing time.” Jaehyun continued to talk as you found a seat at a table far away to sit in.

You held your forehead in your hand and closed your eyes.

Breath. 1...2...3...4..

You started to collect yourself, but of course, he interrupted you.

“This is the second murder that’s been committed in the same manner. Tell me, y/n, do you think an animal could’ve done this?” Jaehyun sat down across from you, but you could only think about Angelique and how scared she must’ve been.

“You could’ve prevented this, y/n.”

You furrowed your brows and looked up through teary eyes.

“What are you talking about? I told you everything I knew and you still couldn’t catch it” you spat out.

“What do you want from me?”

Jaehyun smirked. “I want the truth.”

“Well, if you’re talking about Johnny, he was with me all night.” You answered him.

Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders and looked outside the window. “Hmm, interesting..the CCTV shows a man..of his height and build..entering the bar..through the back door.”

You shook your head. “There are many tall men with brown hair in this city. You’re wasting your time by focusing on him.”

Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders “We’re still working on the facial I.D from the video, but that may take some time..it’d be a shame for another..accident to happen.” Jaehyun looked out the window and tilted his head towards Elaine and Tricia who still cried in each other’s arms.

“You’ve seen this thing, haven’t you?” Jaehyun asked as he turned back to you. “If you tell me more, I can protect you and your coworkers.”

You still felt that you couldn’t trust him. There’s no way you’d tell him about the night you ran away from that mysterious creature.

“Look, I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but I don’t want to talk to you again.” You got up and walked away.

Jaehyun spoke as he watched you leave. “But we’ve just started to get to know each other.” You turned back to see his killer smile and dimples.

“Fuck off.” You pushed the door open and walked home.

———————

Johnny rushed over to your place just minutes after you called him crying. You needed someone to talk to, someone that understood the situation.

“It was horrendous, Johnny.” You cried in his arms while laying on your bed.

“I’m so sorry, baby” Johnny rubbed your back.

“And this jerk is making me feel like it’s my fault.” You buried yourself in his warm chest.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done, y/n. It’s not your fault.” Johnny rubbed small circles on your back as you listened to his heartbeat again.

It was soothing.

You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself still in Johnny’s strong arms.

He held you close as he snored lightly. You smiled when you saw his messy hair and mouth slightly opened.

You quietly lifted yourself up and went to the bathroom.

You started the shower and took off your shorts and t shirt before throwing them to the ground.

Cuddling with Johnny helped, but you just wanted to wash off all the memories of the evening before.

You closed your eyes and sighed as the warm water ran down your face and shoulders. You lathered yourself up and washed your face.

You squeezed out some shampoo and started to massage it into your hair, but you suddenly felt a pair of hands run through your scalp.

You laughed to yourself while your eyes were still closed.

“Mmm, that feels good, Johnny.” You tilted your head back and sighed as Johnny’s large hands massaged your scalp.

He leaned down and kissed your neck. As you stepped into the water to wash out the shampoo, you felt Johnny’s hands roam all over your body.

He continued to kiss your nape while massaging your breasts with both hands.

You moaned quietly at the feeling of his soft hands on your body.

His thumbs kneaded into your sides while his fingers dipped in the skin around your nipples.

He lowered his right hand and gently dragged it down your abdomen and stomach. He rubbed it over your thigh and brought it closer to your core.

“Can I touch you?” Johnny whispered into your ear before nibbling on it, but the voice didn’t sound like his. It was deeper, breathier. You brushed it off and thought maybe you got some water in your ear.

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

You breathed heavily as you felt his thumb draw circles around your clit and his index finger ran along you slit.

He added a little more pressure onto your core with his delicate finger tips before pushing them in.

You gasped and leaned back into his chest while he still massaged your breast.

“Yes, Johnny” You panted as he pushed his long fingers in and out of you easily, making sure to curve them so they hit your sweet spot.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered again and bit your shoulder.

The combination of the warm water falling onto your hot bodies pushed you along.

You moaned quietly so that your roommates couldn’t hear. Your mouth parted and Johnny used his left hand to pull your mouth towards his.

Your eyes were still closed as you felt his tongue enter your mouth. His teeth bit your bottom lip while his fingers still moved in and out of you.

“Faster.” You whispered and Johnny increased the speed at which his fingers entered you and pressed your body into his so that your back was flush against his chest and abs.

You knew you were close as you felt the knot building up in your stomach. You inhaled sharply as you felt his fingers push in even deeper.

“Do you like that?” He asked as he placed kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Yes.”

Johnny rubbed his thumb on your bud again, sending you into a state of bliss.

You rode out your high as Johnny still worked his fingers in you.

“Fuck.” You whispered and opened your eyes while he pulled his fingers out of you. He tilted your face towards his so that he kissed you from behind.

He placed both hands on your waist and turn you around so that you could face him. You rubbed your eyes and opened them.

You gave your eyes a few seconds to focus because they were closed for so long.

When they focused, you jumped, frightened by who was really in the shower with you.

It was Jaehyun.

You backed away and felt the cold shower wall on your back.

“How—did you get in here?” You shuddered under him as he stepped closer to you.

He ran his thumb down the side of your face and put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You wanted me here, baby.” Jaehyun said smoothly and smirked.

Your eyes flew open as you jumped up in your bed.

You looked around to see Johnny still sleeping comfortably beside you. It was just a dream.

You ran your hands over your chest and felt your t-shirt and shorts were still on.

Your body was sweaty so you sat up in the bed and held your face in your hands.

“What the hell..” you said to yourself and you heard Johnny shifting in the bed.

“Are you okay, baby?” Johnny said sleepily.

“Yeah...I’m fine.”

“Come back” he whispered in a raspy voice and reached a hand out to you across the bed.

You laid back down and wrapped yourself in his arms. You tried to focus on sleeping and not your extremely realistic dream.

Why did you dream of Jaehyun?

——————

Johnny reluctantly left you the next morning to open the conservatory the next morning. He wanted to stay with you all day to make sure you were okay,but he had to open the conservatory.

You decide to stay in and watch TV. It would help you to clear your mind.

Dr. Oz was on TV blabbering on about some new diet, but all you could focus on was Johnny. You wished you could stay in his arms forever.

You thought of his smile and the ways his eyes crinkled when he laughed. You thought of his dewy and tempting lips and how they felt on yours.

He was everything you wanted and more.

You thought of how he told you about his ambitions in life and what he wanted to do next with his conservatory, and you remembered how he told you he should start writing his ideas down.

Right under your apartment was a new bookstore so you decided to go down and buy Johnny a notebook.

After buying a leather bound notebook for Johnny, you called an Uber and went over to the conservatory to surprise him.

It started to rain so you had to run inside and hold your bag over your head.

You looked around and saw that there were still many people inside. They were eating, walking around and talking with each other. You said hi to the tour guides and continued to walk until you found Johnny. As you walked closer to the back, you saw Johnny and a man talking.

When your eyes focused, you furrowed your brows as you recognized the man that he was talking to.

Jaehyun.

You slowed your pace and walked behind a shrub so that they couldn’t see you.

You could tell that Johnny was upset by his facial expression, but Jaehyun still had that stupid smile that brought out his stupidly gorgeous dimples.

You really disliked him, but he was a beautiful sight.

You bent down and tip toed behind the large shrub to get closer to them so that you could hear their conversation. You listened in closely as the rain lightened up.

Johnny: “I don’t know what you want me to say, Jaehyun. It wasn’t me.”

Jaehyun laughed. “she doesn’t know, does she? She doesn’t know what you are, what you’ve done..and what you will do.”

Johnny: “no...she can’t know and she never will”

Jaehyun: “unless...”

Johnny: “you wouldn’t dare.”

You peeked through an opening the bushes to see Johnny walk closer to Jaehyun.

Johnny: “don’t push it, you know how my temper is.”

Jaehyun: “And what will you do? In front of all these people?” He stepped closer.

Johnny: “I’ll rip your throat out in front of everyone if you ever threaten her.”

You gasped at Johnny’s tone, you never heard him get like this.

Jaehyun: “you would do that to me? Your own brother?”

Johnny: “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun only laughed and stepped back. “I’ll see you soon, big brother.”

He started to walk away, but stopped by the shrub you were hiding behind.

You covered your mouth so that he couldn’t hear you breathing. He turned to the bushes and laughed before walking off.

“You can come out now, y/n” you heard Johnny’s sad voice call you out.

You slowly stood up and silently cursed yourself for staying around long enough to expose yourself.

You walked around the shrub and stood across from Johnny.

“You lied to me, Johnny” you held your head down.

“Listen...it’s not what it looks like, just give me a chance to explain—“ Johnny started but you stopped.

“Explain what? All you had to was tell me that he was your brother, but you didn’t!” You turned to walk away but Johnny quickly ran up and took your hand to stop you.

“No, you don’t understand. Y/n, please don’t go, I’ll explain everything, I’ll tell you everything right now.” You looked up at him and watched as a tear fell down his smooth cheek.

You hated seeing him like this. He was always so bright, you never thought you’d see this side of him.

“I want to know who you are Johnny, what are you hiding from me?” you pulled your hand away.

Johnny closed his eyes and sighed. “Okay.”

—————

a/n: Thank you guys for all the support. I hope you like it and where its going. tbh idk what im doing but i am having fun lmao x

858 notes · View notes

lokiandbuckyaremine · 7 years ago

Text

Who Would Ever Think They Would Fall In Love? Part 5 (Series) (Bucky x Reader)

Characters: Reader, Bucky, The Avengers, and Maria Hill.

Summary: Steve brings you into the team of Avengers, and you couldn’t be more excited. The only problem is Bucky. He doesn’t seem to get along with you...that is until Steve assigns him as your trainer. Things take an amazing turn when you and Bucky are assigned on a mission.

Warnings: Angst and crying (a lot), fluff at the end, some swears

Word Count: A LOT!!!!!!! I am so sorry for how long this is, but it is so good!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You woke up an hour later after Nat had found you and Bucky on the couch. He was already awake but didn’t want to move you. “Good morning.” He smiled. “Good morning. What happened?” You asked groggily. He laughed at your appearance. “Well we both fell asleep. You didn’t make it to the end of the movie, but I did. It was a pretty good movie.”

You shifted to get off of him. “Well thank you for the warmth. It was much appreciated.” You smiled at him before leaving to get ready for the morning.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were combing out your hair after getting out of the shower when Steve knocked on your door. “Come in.” Steve opened the door, “Hey y/n. Did you have a good sleep?” He winked at you and wiggled his eyebrows. You grabbed the nearest object and threw it at him. “Oh c’mon y/n. It was cute. Look at it this way, it’s better than you guys fighting all of the time.” You giggled. “Fine. I guess you’re right.” He winked at you. “There is someone downstairs who needs to see you.”

You looked confused. You weren’t expecting anyone. “Uh who is it?”. Steve looked down at the ground. “Someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.” You shifted uncomfortably. You were hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You walked into the common room to find Maria Hill, your old coach, sitting on the couch. She got up and gave you a hug. “Hi y/n. Long time no see.” You hugged her tightly.

Maria was the one who helped clear your name and helped you get a new identity and life. “Maria, it’s so good to see you! What brings you here?” She looked at you nervously. “Y/N, please sit. This will be a while.” Whatever she was about to tell you wasn’t good, judging by the look on her face.

“Y/N, I have some very bad news.” You looked at her with concern. “The man that is in Paris is trying everything in his will to overturn S.H.I.E.L.D, once again, over to Hydra.” You knew where she was going with this and started to feel tears in your eyes. “He is trying to find a weak spot so that he can use it against us, and give the power to Hydra. Well, he found one.” She looked up at you, and you started to cry uncontrollably. “Y/N he found your records. After S.H.I.E.L.D was compromised during the incident in D.C., your records and identity were sent back to Hydra. He has a hold of them now.”

You looked up a her. “Is there anything we can do? I mean I have spent years trying to clear my name. I have a home now. I have incredible friends. They can’t just take that away fr--” You began to sob. Your whole life was about to crumble right before your eyes. Maria put her hand over yours. “I’m so sorry y/n. We tried. Nick and I looked into everything. If this guy releases your information, we are both done for. We got Bucky cleared, but you are a entirely different scenario. Your background is different. Barnes was easy cause of the notebook. Plus we removed the trigger words from his brain.”

You cried even more. “Do you think it would be good to tell them now?” Maria looked up at you and half-smiled. “Yes, honey, I think so. Your friends care about you a lot. Telling them is the best thing you can do right now.” You wiped away the tears from your face. “Maria, what if they don’t take this information well? What if they send me out on the streets because of the lies I placed in their heads?” More tears were coming. Maria shook her head and laughed. “They can’t do that even if they wanted to. It isn’t your fault. You did the right thing turning yourself in all those years ago.” She sighed. “Let me know if you need anything else. You are special to me, to all of us, y/n. You are strong and can handle whatever is going to be thrown at you.” She hugged you one last time and you walked her out.

You were scared for what was about to happen.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, y/n is requesting your presence in her room.” Friday’s voice boomed over Steve’s loud speaker. Steve and Bucky were in Steve’s room playing cards. “Thank you Friday” Steve replied. ‘I wonder what the hell she wants.” Bucky told Steve.

They both walked to your room and found you pacing back and forth in your room. “Hey, y/n, you wanted to see us?” Steve questioned you. You fumbled with your hands and walked over to the door. “Yea, uh, come in. You can sit on the bed.” You closed the door behind them as they sat cautiously on your bed.

Bucky caught on to your bloodshot eyes, which you tried to cover with makeup. “Y/N? What’s wrong? You look like you went through hell.” You brought over a chair to sit in front of them. You breathed in. “I have something to tell you both. Please no questions or anything until I’m done.” Steve and Bucky looked at you wondering what the heck was going on. “This is going to be some shocking and probably hurtful news. Please understand that I love you both and would never do anything to hurt you.”

Steve saw you starting to cry and grabbed your hand. “Y/N, we are here for you. I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Oh, but it was. You were scared out of your wits.

You breathed deeply. “I have been lying to you both.” You looked up at them, and read the confused looks on their faces. “My name isn’t y/n, it is Sinthea Schmidt.” Steve’s eyes widened. “My father was Johann Schmidt. Or better known to you guys as....The Red Skull.” Steve and Bucky sat feeling completely betrayed and confused. You saw how upset they were. Bucky started to stand up, “Please let me finish. You have no idea how hard it is.” He sat back down.

“I was born in 1920 to Johann Schmidt and Martha Schmidt. My mother died giving birth to me, so I was left under the care of my father. After he created Hydra, he dragged me along as his weapon. There was no love from him that I received....ever. I used to envy all of the girls. They had perfect lives.” You chuckled. “I wanted a soldier to come home to me and love me the way all of them did. But that never happened.” You sighed and felt tears swell in your eyes. “My father used me as a weapon for Hydra. I was on non-stop missions. Always killing and slaughtering. It was as if I had no heart or brain. He used me as his personal robot or toy. Hydra programmed me to follow their orders. I was skilled at combat fights. Hence why I told you guys that I was great at hand-to-hand.” You shuffled in your chair. “My hands were stained with blood.” You looked at Bucky. “You think you got it bad. I had it worse. I was THERE when Hydra was made. I was in the plans and everything. I hated my father so much. He was Red Skull, my master...nothing else.”

You wiped the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. “I fled the scene after my father was defeated. I went back to the scientists and they put me under ice. They hid me for quite a long time. I was their perfect girl, their perfect weapon...ugh it sickens me to think about what they did to me.” Bucky looked at you with hurt. He felt bad for you but then again was angry. “Years passed and I was still under ice. That is until the year 1990.”

This was the part you didn’t want Bucky to hear. “Hydra brought me back to the real world, which turned out to be Russia. They informed me that they were working on a new project called The Winter Soldier.” You looked over at Bucky who looked back at you wide-eyed. “They told me that a man by the name James Buchannan Barnes was rescued after falling from a train. They were in the process of reconstructing him when I reached Russia. Once he was done being reconstructed, Hydra had themselves The Winter Soldier. I had a front row seat to it all.” You looked up at Bucky with sad eyes. “I had competition now. The Winter Soldier would become Hydra’s new secret weapon, I guess, because I was too old and didn’t have a metal arm. They instructed me to help train this new Winter Soldier.” Bucky shook his head. “I know, Bucky, you probably don’t remember this. But I was with you every day. It was until they wiped your mind that you didn’t remember me. You actually tried to kill after being wiped one time, but I dislocated your arm before you took another shot at me.”

The tears were coming again. “I wasn’t there on December 16, 1991 as I was sent off somewhere with a new mission. I was bouncing from place to place, killing, shooting, murdering....everything. Hydra eventually found no more use for me, so I hid in the darkness. That is until I heard about the compromise in D.C. and then found out that Captain America was back from his slumber.” Steve looked up at you with hurt eyes. “I ran away finally. I could no longer stand being used and manipulated. My brain was mush. I turned myself in to S.H.I.E.L.D. That is when Maria found me. I explained everything to her. They cleared my name. I changed it to y/n. I dyed my hair and went through therapy. I even went to a speech pathologist to help remove my German accent. No longer was I Sinthea Schmidt...I was an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I was held there for 6 years. Maria continuously helped me.”

You smiled up at Steve. “Then Steve finally found me and gave me a new hope that I could change my life around.” He smiled back at you. “But Maria just informed me that the guy in Paris found my records, which Maria thought they got rid of. My identity is on the line, along with my life. I can’t go back. I just can’t go back to that hell-hole. So please guys, I need your comfort and protection.” You were done talking because you were sobbing once again.

Steve went over to hug you, “Y/N we had no idea. I’m sorry you went through that torture.” You pulled away from Steve. “Wait, so you’re not mad at me? After the life I lived let alone what I did to your best friend?” Steve chuckled, “Y/N, look. I never knew you existed. Bucky went through something very similar that you just explained. Only you were born into it and was apart of it. The reason why I’m not mad at you is that you turned yourself in. That took a lot of courage and strength to do. Now you are here under our protection. If you’d like, me and Bucky will not tell the others.”

You smiled up at Steve. “Thank you Steve, but they deserve to know too. I need all the protection I can get. Hydra wants me back. I’m weak when it comes to my past. At least Bucky here got everything wiped from him, so now he’s James again.” Bucky smiled at you.

Steve laughed. “Whatever makes you feel comfortable y/n. So Red Skull really had a daughter?” You chuckled. “Yea. Here is a picture of me with my father.” You pulled a picture out of your pocket. It was of you and your father. You looked completely different. You had red hair and were covered in makeup. It was obviously your first training looking at your outfit. Bucky looked at the picture, “Wow, you looked pretty damn hot. No wonder you are so feisty now.” You giggled. “Thank you both so much for this. The nightmares will never go away but, I have you guys now. I was so worried you wouldn’t understand.”

Steve held your hand. “But we do understand. We all have something that we are not proud about. The team accepted Bucky and gave him a chance. There is no reason why they can’t give you a chance.”

You smiled back at Steve, but it faded quickly. “What about the mission? I am putting The Avengers at risk here. I am practically the key to Hydra’s door. I can’t allow them to take you away from me.”

Steve looked down at his lap and rubbed his eyes. “We will still carry through with the mission. But plans are going to change. You and Bucky are going to have to go undercover.” You looked at Bucky who now moved closer to you. “I’ll do anything to keep y/n safe.” He took your hand in his and kissed it. Wow, you thought to yourself. You spilling the truth took a much different turn than what you expected.

Steve snapped his finger. “I got it. A good reason for you both to be in Paris would be if it was your honeymoon. You guys are going to pretend to be a married couple.” You and Bucky laughed. “Wow from hating each other to being married. What a great turn for our relationship Buckaroo, wouldn’t you say? He squeezed your hand. “It will be a tough one. I might have to really bring out my inner actor to be your husband.” He giggled.

Steve looked at the both of you and rolled his eyes. “Alright you two. Y/N, please know that I love you as one of my closest friends. I will do anything to protect you even if it is worth me being in jail. I fought for Bucky, and I will fight for you.” He gave you one last hug before leaving to the door. “Oh and y/n.” You looked up at Steve. “Thank you for telling me the truth. You’re a great soldier.” He smiled and left the room.

Now it was just you and Bucky. “Bucky I am so sorry for lying to you this whole time. I was apart of everything Hydra did to torture you. I will never EVER forgive myself for that.” He hugged you close to him. “Y/N, that wasn’t your fault. You were raised with Hydra in your veins. You even said you were manipulated by them. One thing Steve taught me that I will teach you now is that you can’t change the past. What you did then is not who you are now. You are better than ever.” He squeezed your hand. “I’m with you til the end of the line Doll.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Hey, haven’t I heard that line before?” You giggled. Bucky shot you a glare. “Shut up Doll and hug me.”

You and Bucky were left in your room, snuggled close. In a couple of days you both were going to be Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.

To be continued........

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

WOW this is so long. I’m sorry but I have had this idea in my head for a while. Hope you like the little twist I added in. Part 6 tomorrow!

TAG LIST (Open)

@superwholockian5ever

@a-common-name

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #sintheashmidt #red skull #truthbetold

43 notes · View notes