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nalgenewhore · 2 years ago

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elide x lorcan, modern au + secret relationship, word count: 4729

“Don’t go,” she whispered. She pressed her lips against his jaw while her legs wound around his waist. Her fingers slid over the back of his neck, enticing him.

Lorcan silently cursed his job and his boss. He dug his fingers into Elide’s soft thighs – she knew exactly how to work him. “I have to,” he told her, now cursing himself too.

It was a small miracle in itself that they had been able to spend the entire weekend together, holed up in her apartment. No one knew they were together yet, and both Elide and Lorcan intended to keep it like that for at least a while more. Evidently, the downside to no one knowing meant they had to take extra, extra precautions.

Elide pouted at him. “Why? For work?” She arched her back to purposefully press her chest into his. Lorcan raised a brow at her obvious tactics. She grinned and laughed, “C’mon, call out. I’ll do it too, and then we can spend all day right here.”

The offer was enticing, he had to admit. He smiled, then dipped his head to kiss her gently. “Sorry, sweetheart, I can’t. I got that presentation, and aren’t you having lunch with Aelin?”

Sighing, Elide pulled back. “Yeah… you can go, then.”

“Wow, that’s mighty gracious of you.”

“Mmm, I’m known to have my moments.”

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Fifteen minutes later, Elide was standing at her apartment door to send him on his way. She kissed him slowly, her hands resting on his stomach. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants. “You’re sure I can’t convince you to stay?” Elide whispered.

Lorcan hummed against her lips. There were probably many things and ways to make him stay, but he couldn’t risk it. He smoothed his hands down the sides of her neck from where they’d been tangled in her hair. “Nah, I know ya could,” he answered truthfully. He pulled back, and Elide grinned ruefully.

“But you have to go.”

“But I have to go.”

Elide gave him one last kiss before he finally left. She closed her door and leaned against it. Gods, she couldn’t believe how- how smitten she was. She’d certainly never felt like this about anyone she dated.

She shook her head, resolving to just get on with her day though her mind was filled with memories of their weekend.

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After being at work for a few hours and wrapping up her second useless meeting of the day, Elide grabbed her things to head out for lunch. Her phone chirped, and there was a message from Aelin saying that she was waiting in the lobby. Elide typed out a quick response to say that she would only be a couple minutes.

While waiting for the elevator, Elide chatted pleasantly with a couple of her colleagues. One of them, a man named Ress, had gotten engaged to his long-term girlfriend over the weekend and was all smiles. The other, Kaltain, bemoaned her perpetual single status good-naturedly.

“C’mon, Elide,” Kaltain nudged her. “It’s not fun for us single ladies, is it?”

Elide pasted on a mild smile as they stepped onto the elevator. “I guess not.”

Kaltain clicked her tongue at Elide’s reticence and turned to Ress, asking him for the story of how he’d proposed.

Once they got to the lobby, Elide said a quick good-bye to her coworkers. She spotted her friend’s blonde hair and walked over to her. “Aelin, hi, babe.”

“Hey, El,” her friend stood to hug her, squeezing tight and rocking side to side. “Gods, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

Elide smiled, “I know, I’ve just been so busy with work and with—stuff.” She hoped Aelin didn’t notice her pause.

Aelin was the last Elide would want to tell about her and Lorcan. At the moment, Aelin only considered him her boyfriend’s best friend, and that was all she needed to know. They were antagonistic on their best days. Elide knew the moment everything was out in the open, her boyfriend and best friend would start a vicious turf war over her – Elide wasn’t ready to play referee.

She pulled back, smiling brightly at Aelin. “So, where are you taking me?”

“I thought we’d go to that new French bistro on 11th,” Aelin told her while looping her arm through Elide’s elbow. They walked towards the doors together. “I haven’t been, but Lysandra said that when she and Nesryn went, it was to die for.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“I parked over there,” Aelin pointed out her cute sports car parked in the middle of the block.

Elide shook her head with a grin. “How’d you find parking at this hour?”

Aelin shimmied her shoulders. “I have my ways.” She pulled her keys out of her purse and clicked the fob a couple times to unlock her car.

Elide got in the passenger side while her friend slid in behind the wheel. After Aelin picked the right music, she turned the engine on and pulled smoothly out onto the street. They chatted idly, catching each other up on mundane, everyday news.

They had just gotten to the restaurant when Aelin’s phone started ringing. She sighed, pulling it from a pocket in her purse. “I swear, if this is work…” She turned it over, and they both saw her boyfriend’s face flashing across the screen. Aelin gave Elide an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, it’ll just take a minute.” She swiped her thumb over the screen and held her phone to her ear. “Hey, Ro. Listen, I can’t talk much, I—” her face paled quickly, too quickly. “You’re what?”

Worried, Elide sat back down. Her friend reached for her hand and squeezed tightly.

“You’re at the hospital? Which one? Are you hurt?” Aelin snapped. All was quiet for a moment, and then she sighed in relief. “Mala above, Rowan Whitethorn, do not scare me like that… Yes, I still have your wallet, I know you forgot it, I was just going to drop it off after lunch.” She paused and rolled her eyes. “Seriously? I have to come now? Can’t he wait, I mean I’m having lunch with Elide, and it’s not like they’ll kick him— fine. Fine! But you tell that bastard he owes me and Elide lunch.” She said good-bye and hung up, though she muttered obscenities under her breath.

Elide stared at her expectantly. “Aelin?”

“Oh, El, I’m sorry – I have to bring Rowan’s ID down to the hospital, some emergency contact verification thing for Lorcan.”

“Lorcan?”

Aelin rolled her eyes again. “He’s gotten himself into some accident, I don’t know exactly what it is.”

Elide’s heart dropped into her stomach. Her hands started to shake, and she breathed in choppily. “Is- um, is he ok?” Tears pricked her eyes.

“He’s fine, I think. Probably just a scratch, he’s so dramatic. So, should I drop you back at work?”

“N-no, I want to come with you,” Elide told her. She ignored her friend’s next irreverent quip and opted to look out the window instead with glassy eyes. All she could think was He’d better be alive, or I’ll kill him dead.

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Rowan stepped back into Lorcan’s room. “Aelin’s on her way.”

Lorcan sneered, “Why’d you call her?”

“‘Cause she has my ID, and you can’t leave until I sign. Which I need my ID for.”

He glared at his friend. “I can’t leave, dumbass. I have a concussion.” Rowan made a face like oh, yeah, and Lorcan nodded mockingly. “Do I have to see her?”

“Don’t worry, she’s not happy about it either,” Rowan said. “Aelin says you owe her and Elide lunch for the disruption.” He retook his seat at the bedside.

Lorcan tried not to seem too interested. “Elide’s with her?”

Rowan nodded, “Yeah, she’ll probably drop Elide back off at work before she comes though.”

Humming, Lorcan didn’t say another word and reclined back against the flat hospital pillows. It wasn’t comfortable. No matter how he situated himself, his battered body still protested. He’d been driving through the intersection when some jackass douche in a Ford F150 – seriously, who needed a pickup truck in the city – had run the red light and knocked Lorcan off his bike.

He knew he was lucky to make it out with just bad bruising and a mild concussion, but he hated being in the hospital. On the brighter side, at least in the hospital he could get some peace and quiet.

That peace and quiet was shattered after another fifteen minutes by the fire-breathing bitch queen in human form – Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. “Salvaterre,” she drawled. “How nice to see that you’ve survived your brush with death.”

He didn’t bother opening his eyes. “It’s a miracle, no?”

Another set of footsteps came in after Aelin. “Lorcan?”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of his girlfriend’s tremulous voice. Before Lorcan could even say a word, Elide was rushing to his side and practically throwing herself against him. Lorcan groaned at the impact, but he still looped his arms around her. “Ribs, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” Elied sniffled, pulling back with concern. Her hands slid to his shoulders while her eyes traced his body. “They’re broken?”

“Nah. Bruised.”

She hugged him again, albeit with more care. One of her hands slid to the back of his neck as she whispered in his ear. “Lor?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever end up in the hospital again, and you do not call me, I’ll take you out myself,” Elide warned. “Got it?”

Lorcan laughed, then immediately regretted the motion that moved his ribs. “Loud and clear,” he answered in a strained voice.

“What on god’s green earth am I looking at?”

The mildly happy bubble they were in instantly popped. For a moment, Elide truly considered ignoring her friend, but that would be a horrible decision. Reluctantly, she and Lorcan let their arms fall away. She turned to face Aelin and Rowan, glancing once more at her boyfriend. “What do you think you’re looking at?” Elide asked Aelin.

“I think I'm looking my best friend hug my nemesis, and I’m pretty sure that asshole just called you ‘sweetheart’,” Aelin snapped, her voice rising by the word. “Elide, what is this?”

Elide shrugged, wordlessly entwining her fingers with Lorcan’s. “I think you have your answer,” she said. “He’s my boyfriend.” She stared defiantly at Aelin, chin cocked.

In her periphery, she saw Lorcan turn his head towards her. She’d never said that to anyone but him.

“No, no, he isn’t,” Aelin denied, but she sounded too shocked to be angry. “This is a joke, right?”

“Do you see either of us laughing?” Lorcan asked, finally speaking up. He glared at Rowan, wondering for the umpteenth time why his friend had to be her. They couldn’t help but be rude and belligerent to each other.

Rowan returned the glare. He looped his arm around Aelin’s waist like he was stopping her from attacking Lorcan in his hospital bed. “Why don’t we step outside, give them a little time?”

“What?! You want to leave, now? We can’t,” Aelin argued, gesturing wildly at the pair. “Rowan!”

“Now, Aelin,” he told her. He pulled her out when she started to tense in rage. They left quickly, and he shut the door behind him, yet not before giving Lorcan one last look.

Elide sighed and rested her head on Lorcan’s shoulder. “Don’t antagonise her.”

“Fuck are you talking about? I said two things to her,” Lorcan responded. “I didn’t do anything.” He rubbed his thumb over Elide’s knuckles. “Aelin’s unbalanced. She needs to be medicated.”

“Funny,” Elide deadpanned. “Y’know, she says that same exact thing about you.” She sat up to face him and sighed shakily. “Are you really alright?”

Lorcan lifted his hand to her face to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Really really. They’re only keeping me here ‘cause of my concussion. My ribs are kinda bruised, though.”

She narrowed her eyes at his nonchalance. “Oh, yeah? And what does ‘kinda bruised’ mean, huh?” His gaze slid away from hers, and he mumbled something indistinct. Elide grabbed the edge of his hospital gown.

He grimaced as she yanked it out of the way. She gawked at what she found.

From his hip to his shoulder, wrapping around his entire side, his brown skin was completely covered by red and purple bruising. In some places, the contusions were so dark they partially concealed his tattoo. “Lor…” Elide traced the edge of the brutal discolouration with the tip of her finger, her eyes brimming with tears.

Lorcan inhaled sharply at the contact. Unwillingly, he twisted away from it and groaned in pain at the pain that movement caused. He panted slightly, “‘kay. Maybe more than kinda.”

“What did they do to you?”

“Fender bender.”

Elide cut him a hard look.

He winced, slowly losing the battle against a growing urge to lie down. “I was–in the intersection, and some douche in his fucking truck ran a red light, knocked me over. Bet he fucked up my bike too,” Lorcan told her with a clenched jaw. His motorcycle was the apple of his eye, his pride and joy.

“Lorcan.”

With his head tilted to the side, Lorcan sighed, “I’ll be fine in a few weeks, ‘lide, it’s fine.”

“It is not fine,” she replied, her eyes drifting back down to his side. “It’s not fine that someone ran into you and sent you to the hospital. It’s not fine that I had to hear about it from Aelin, of all people.” The more she spoke, the more incensed she became. “You’re my boyfriend, and I couldn’t even call you that, and you could not even call me to tell me you were hurt because our friends are ridiculous and childish!”

“Aelin isn’t my friend.”

Elide glared at him. “It’s not just her and you know it.” She got up and walked around to his uninjured side. “They’re all like that.”

Lorcan moved to make space for her. She curled into his side with as much care as she could bear. He kissed her head and wrapped an arm around her. “Eh, I think we can take whatever they got.”

She sniffled, smiling against his chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Y’know, you’re scary when you want to be.”

Elide cackled, “I know.”

“Of course you do.”

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Elide only left after another hour. She’d told Lorcan that she would get him some clothes and proper food while he napped.

She almost stopped short when she saw Aelin sitting by the nurses station. Elide continued down the hall towards the elevators.

The moment Aelin saw her, she was on her feet and stalking towards Elide.

The look on her face made Elide grit her teeth. She knew that expression well, and if Aelin wanted a fight, then she was going to get one. “Aelin,” Elide stated. “You’re still here.” A quick glance told her that Rowan had left.

“Yeah, well, you’ve got some explaining to do,” Aelin retorted.

Elide scoffed and rolled her eyes. She brushed past her friend to reach the elevators. “I think you’ll find it surprising, but I don’t owe you any explanations for my relationships when they’re none of your concern and have nothing to do with you.” Her dark eyes cut to Aelin, hardened, and she jabbed the down button.

Aelin made a frustrated noise. “Ellie.”

Elide frowned. She hated when Aelin – or anyone else for that matter – called her ‘Ellie’. It made her feel like some helpless six-year old who needed everyone else to take care of her. “Don’t ‘Ellie’ me.”

The elevator dinged as it arrived, and the doors slid open. Elide slipped inside, crossing her arms after she pressed the button for the lobby. She pursed her lips when Aelin joined her.

“Where are you going?”

“I am going to get my boyfriend some clothes and better food.”

Aelin frowned at the floor. “Can I give you a ride?”

Elide just laughed.

“Ellie– Elide,” Aelin corrected herself. “Please? I just- I want to understand, I wanna talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

She put her hand on Elide’s shoulder, bidding her to look. “It’s not about him. You’ve- you’ve been in a relationship that’s clearly important to you, and I didn’t know anything about it.”

Elide gave her a look like can you blame me?

Aelin nodded, conceding. “Alright, I know we don’t get along, but still. You're my best friend, you should be able to talk to me about anything." She paused, an expression of mild desperation marring her face. "Please, can I give you a ride?”

The smaller woman stared at her dear friend. She knew what Aelin was like when she was truly apologetic. “A ride would be nice.”

The air between them was filled with tension, even after their concessions. Neither one of them spoke a word until they were behind the dashboard of Aelin’s car.

Even then, they didn’t say anything until Aelin had pulled onto the street.

“So?”

Elide glanced to the side. “So?”

“C’mon, you told me you’d tell me.”

“Ah, I said ‘a ride would be nice’, I never said—”

“Elide…”

She huffed a laugh. A wicked thought crossed her mind, and Elide smirked to herself. “Well, if you really want to know…”

Aelin tapped her hands on the wheel. “Elide, you’re killing me here!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you,” Elide laughed. “He’s very, um, talented. Gods, I don’t know what it is, but Lor does this thing with his tongue, and it makes me—”

“Elide,” Aelin screeched. “Ew, that is so not what I want to know!”

“Alright, well, his dick is definitely bigger than Rowan’s, like, maybe not length, but definitely gir—”

“ELIDE LOCHAN,” she shouted, “I will crash this car right now, I swear.”

Elide cackled. She took mercy on her friend, “Ok, what do you want to know?”

“When did this start?”

Her brows creased as she thought back. “Um… three months, I think? We’ve been exclusive for three months.”

“Three months?! Elide,” Aelin gasped. “You… saucy little secretess!”

Elide laughed again, “‘Secretess’? Is that even a word?”

Aelin waved her hand flippantly. “It is if I want it to be. Now, c’mon, is that even what’s important here?”

Elide told her to ask another question.

“How did it start?”

She smiled softly, thinking back to the night of Rowan’s birthday party. “Um, y’know, I was interested before, but Lorcan’s kinda… I didn’t know he even knew I existed. We hadn’t talked much.” She looked down at her hands, trying to conceal her pink cheeks. “He gave me a ride home after Rowan’s birthday, and he was so… shy and nice. He was asking me about my day, my job, even the book I was reading.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Elide grinned again. “Lor walked me up to my apartment, and I invited him in for a drink, and we spent, like, two hours talking about everything.” She shrugged, “He asked me out the next morning, and the rest is history, I guess.”

Aelin whistled, “The next morning? Damn, you work fast.”

Elide shoved her friend’s shoulder. “Gods, you bitch. Lorcan texted me the next morning. He left when we finished our drinks.”

“Hey, there’s no shame,” Aelin said, laughing.

“Yeah, yeah. Any more questions?”

“Do you love him?”

“I, um, I- I,” she stammered. “Gods, Aelin!” Elide flushed down to her chest. “It’s still early, I don’t know.”

The blonde glanced at her and smiled. She turned the corner onto Lorcan’s street, finding a spot halfway down the block. Aelin recognised it. Elide’s affection for Lorcan was painfully obvious in the way she spoke about him. Hell, it was obvious in that hospital room, too, and in her fierceness to defend Lorcan – Elide didn’t do that for people she didn’t love. Still, Aelin also recognised that her friend wasn’t ready to be teased about it, so she wouldn’t push it. Yet.

Elide and Aelin got out of the car. The brunette stepped onto the sidewalk, but before she could walk any further, Aelin stopped her with a hand on her elbow. “Ok, just one last thing.”

“Shoot.”

“It’s pretty clear, but does he make you happy?”

She beamed and nodded, “I’ve never been happier.”

Aelin smiled, then hugged Elide tightly. “That’s all that matters then.”

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Someone gently woke him up by brushing their hand down his cheek. “Lorcan, baby.”

His mouth pulled into a small smile before he opened his eyes. Elide stood above him, clad in different clothes – she must have changed while she was gone. “Hey,” he said with a voice raspy from disuse. He tilted his chin up, and Elide grinned before she leaned down to gently kiss him. Lorcan caught her bottom lip between his teeth exactly how she liked it.

He was rewarded with her soft moan. Before he could go further, somebody else cleared their throat rather loudly. Lorcan frowned at the interruption, idly glancing at the doorway. When he saw Aelin, he jerked away from his girlfriend and was punished for the sudden motion by the pain in his side. He grit his teeth against the discomfort.

Aelin smirked as she stepped in. “Hope I’m not interrupting,” she lied through her shark’s smile. “You two look cosy.”

Lorcan eyed her warily and shifted, finding Elide’s hand. She perched herself next to him. “I, uh… didn’t know you were here.” He frowned. “Why are you here?”

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Aelin held up a paper take-out bag. “I brought food.” She pulled out the table attached to the wall behind him and placed the bag on it.

He looked at it suspiciously, not making any move.

“C’mon, it’s just food. How could I harm you?”

“Poison,” Lorcan said bluntly.

Elide nudged him with her elbow. Her eyes said play nice.

Lorcan conceded, muttering a ‘thank-you’.

They’d gone to the Thai place he liked and gotten him his favourites, enough for all three of them.

After they’d been eating for a bit, Elide excused herself, claiming she had to use the bathroom and confer with the nurses.

Lorcan was shovelling noodles into his mouth when Aelin started speaking.

“So, Lorcan. Tell me – what are your intentions with Elide?”

He chewed and swallowed. “Y’know, when you say that you sound like a dad from a sitcom. A bad one.”

Aelin levelled him with a deadened stare. “Answer the question.”

Lorcan resisted the urge to roll his eyes and put the carton of pad see ew down. “I guess… I intend to be around ‘til she doesn’t want that anymore. I want to give her everything she wants. I intend to make her as happy as I can and love her in every way I can.”

Aelin’s perfectly manicured brows rose on her forehead. She cocked her head to the side. “Love? You love her?”

His eyes widened as he realised his misstep. “Um, well, I—” Lorcan stopped himself. He had no idea why he was denying it. He nodded. “Yeah, I love her. I haven’t told her yet.”

She smiled, shrugging as she expertly twirled noodles around her chopsticks. “Maybe you should.”

Lorcan studied her shrewdly and picked his noodles up again. “Alright. Maybe I will.”

They silently returned to their meals.

Just as Lorcan was thinking that it was the first pleasant conversation they’d had, Aelin spoke again.

“Lorcan?”

“Mmm?” He looked up at her.

Her eyes were steely, the golden centres like molten lava. “If you ever hurt Elide in any way, I will make you regret it.”

Lorcan nodded perfunctorily. “Got it.”

“Great,” Aelin chirped, smiling brightly once more.

He went back to his food, but he wasn’t too hungry anymore. Lorcan looked at the door and hoped that Elide returned quickly. Her friend was unsettling.

Like he had manifested it, she appeared, an angel from the heavens. Elide smiled at him as she returned to his side and laid her hand on his shoulder. She glanced between her boyfriend and best friend. “Everything ok?”

“Yep!” “She interrogated me.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at him. “Snitch.”

“Aelin,” Elide admonished. “You interrogated him?”

Her friend flipped her hair over her shoulder and sighed dramatically. “What’s the big deal? So what, I asked him a couple questions; that was not an interrogation.” Aelin stabbed her chopsticks into her food. “And even if it was an interrogation, he passed. With flying colours, I might add.”

“Really?” Elide and Lorcan asked in unison.

“Yes. Don’t look so surprised, you two,” Aelin tutted her tongue. “I’m a very reasonable person, and I happen to think you’ve found yourself a lovely beau, Elide.”

Lorcan shifted uncomfortably. “Stop saying so many nice things, you’re freaking me out.”

Elide hit him with the back of her hand. “Lor, don’t be a brute.”

“What? She usually hates me.”

Aelin shrugged, “I guess now that you’re dating my best friend, I should be nice to you.”

Lorcan fired back, “It didn’t stop you when I was just your boyfriend’s best friend.”

She narrowed her eyes and jabbed her finger into his chest, “Y’know, I don’t remember you being this gracious when I was just dating your best friend, so maybe you shouldn’t be so—”

“Alright, alright,” Elide interrupted before fists started flying. She sighed, muttering, “That was nice while it lasted.” She arched an eyebrow at Lorcan.

He looked down at his lap and mumbled. “Sorry, Aelin. You’re right.”

“I know. Was that so hard?”

Elide said through gritted teeth: “Well. Thank you for dropping by. We both appreciate it.”

Aelin laughed, “It’s my pleasure, babe. I’ll see you both later– oh! How about dinner, a double date with you two and me and Rowan? That’d be fun, I think.” She collected her things as she got ready to leave. She walked to the door with Elide.

“A double date sounds great, hon. We can set it up later, alright?”

“I’ll text you.” Aelin waved her fingers at Lorcan, “Bye, Lorcan! Feel better.”

He raised two fingers to his brow in a mock salute. “See ya. Thanks for the food.”

The hurricane in human finally left, and Elide came back.

“Please don’t tell me we’re actually doing that double date.”

She laughed and patted his chest. “Oh, I wish, but Aelin will not be denied.” Elide kissed his cheek. “Don’t pout, baby. I’ll be there, and so will Rowan. You like him!”

“Yeah… I guess so."

Elide laughed again. She picked up the empty cartons to discard them. As she turned away, Lorcan gently grabbed her arm to stop her. Elide faced him, a question on her face.

Lorcan cupped the side of her neck, skating his thumb down her jaw. “Elide.”

“Lorcan.”

“I love you.” Elide’s mouth immediately popped open, and she just… gawked at him. Lorcan’s gut churned. He forced an uneasy laugh, dropping his hand from her face. “You, um, don’t have to say it back. Or say anything, I just- I wanted you to know.”

“No, Lor,” Elide said. She laughed softly, putting her hand over her mouth. Her eyes welled with tears – it seemed like the only thing he could do today was make her cry. “Lorcan, I love you too.”

His eyes widened, and Lorcan smiled slowly. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She let him tug her forward with his thumb and forefinger on her chin. He claimed her lips in a slow, sensuous embrace, savouring it. Elide’s eyes fell shut; her hands lifted to hold his forearms. She only pulled away after his tongue mapped the seam of her lips. “As much as I’d like to,” she said, resting her brow on his. “I don’t think that you or the nurses would appreciate it.”

Lorcan opened his mouth to protest, but every little movement caused him pain, and he figured Elide was probably right. Like she usually was. “Probably not.”

A wide smile appeared on Elide’s face, and she hugged him instead of kissing him again, her chin tucked against the crook of his shoulder. “I love you so much.”

Lorcan hugged her back fiercely. He didn’t care about his battered body, not now. He smiled into her hair. “I love you so much, ‘lide.”

And to think, it was all thanks to Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. She’d never let them live it down, that Lorcan knew for certain.

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simsadventures · 4 years ago

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Gilded: Chapter 1: To Bride or Not to Bride

Mob! Steve x Reader

Summary: Your life is a mess and you need a little help from time to time. But, when somebody proposes a plan to rid you of all your problems all the way to the far future, you’re suddenly not so sure it is worth it. Especially since the plan is proposed to you by the most notorious gangster America has seen since Al Capone: Steve fucking Rogers.

Warnings: mafia AU, swearing (like, a lot this time), angst, struggles with money, loan-shark, sleazy men, harassing

Word Count: 7969

A/N: It’s finally here! It only took me around 6 months to bring it, and I apologise for the delay, but I hope I will make up for it with introductory this chapter :) Share your thoughts, let me know what you thought and what do you think will happen next :) xx

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“Just, wait a second,” you said, your brows knitting together as you tried to piece together all the information the man in front of you had just given you. He was gorgeous, there was no question about that, but that wasn’t the issue here. There were many gorgeous people in New York, and you didn’t marry any of them. Yet, that was.

“You want to marry me. But you still haven’t told me why, so?” You asked for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, and the man just smirked again, playing with his cuffs, never answering to your satisfaction.

“I told you, honey, what I want, I get, and I decided that I wanted you, so, what is going to be? Are you gonna be a good girl for me or am I gonna have to force you, hm?” He smiled sweetly, but even you knew better. Behind that oh-very-sweet smile, there was venom and a ton of it. You rubbed your temples and plopped down on the nice-looking couch, thinking about what he was proposing.

2 weeks ago

“Coming!” You yelled through the loud music at the guests seated by the table number 5 where a group of guys was seated, hollering at you every two seconds as if you didn’t hear them the first time. You rolled your eyes at your colleague, who just laughed under her breath as you strode towards the clients. You put on your best fake smile as you approached them, and from the whistles, you assumed they appreciated it.

“Thank God you came, sweets. We thought you were getting tired of us,” the loudest of them laughed, and the group followed his suit, making your clench your jaw even more. Oh, how you hated this type of men, who had nothing better to do than calling a woman pet-names, making her feel uncomfortable just so his friends could have a laugh and a story to tell.

“What can I get you, gentleman? Another round of the same?” You asked as sweetly as you could, but it was getting harder by the second as they all eyed you like a piece of raw meat, ready to be devoured.

“I mean, that would be nice, and could you serve us a piece of that sweet ass of course as well? We’d really appreciate it, pretty face,” the loud guy smirked sleazily, and you fought the urge to vomit in your face. One of the guys made the mistake of actually making a move to swat you across your butt, but your reflexes were quicker.

You took a step back and breathed in, trying to calm your beating heart. This was, however, nothing new in your line of work, and you just learned to ignore it, or, at best, politely turn them down. Because, as you learned very early on, the manager didn’t appreciate if his “girls” were nasty to his customers. He almost made it sound like you were to provide your bodies with the beers, but you told him straightforwardly that that wouldn’t happen, and if his pub was one of these, you wanted to have nothing to do with it. All you were there to do was to work the evening and night shift to get some extra money on top of your regular job, and that was it. He even made a few remarks how he wanted you all to himself, but you politely declined every time and just tried to ignore it altogether.

“This ass is not for sale, I’m sorry, boys. But, the vodka shots are coming right up,” you tried to give them your best wink but didn’t wait long enough to see if they accepted their loss or not. You genuinely didn’t care.

The night continued in a similar manner, some people being inappropriate and you just ignoring their behaviour, and some people actually nice, even leaving you a few tips which always made you smile. You were beat when it was 11, and your shift ended, and you were thrilled today wasn’t one of those days when you had to stay there till 4 AM. It was then that people got really disgusting and you even had to resolve to hit a guy this one time because otherwise, you were pretty sure he’d manage to rape you. You sighed at the memory as you continued on your way home, just now remembering you left the tips meant for you in your locker.

Sighing you turned around and walked back towards the bar, and when you were in, you noticed three men in black suits talking to your coworker, who looked stunned and scared at the same time. You cocked a brow at her, and she discreetly shook her head, telling you that you shouldn’t come nearer.

This time, you really frowned and looked around, but the rest of the pub looked exactly the way you left it, even with the assholes by the fifth table. But you listened to her and took a step back to one of the dark corners, watching what was going on by the bar. It didn’t take long, definitely not longer than 5 minutes before the men turned around and left the building.

Your coworker looked positively alarmed by now, and you almost ran to her to ask what the fuck did just happen.

“I have no idea, Y/N. I noticed them by table 10 like an hour ago, but I didn’t pay them any attention because that was Christy’s sector tonight and I had the veranda. And when you left they just came here asking about you,” she breathed out, and it was your turn to look alarmed.

“The fuck? Why would they ask about me when it was Christy who took care of them?” You screeched, your brain not really comprehending the situation.

“I have no fucking idea, Y/N. But, like, they asked your name and stuff, and like, if you were a regular waitress here or what. I didn’t want to tell them anything, I swear, but they didn’t take no for an answer. So I just told them your first name, I wouldn’t budge on your last, I promise, and told them that you sometimes worked here but that I didn’t know when was your next shift,” she finished, a little scared of your reaction now, but from the look of those guys, you knew they were bad news and that Anja did the best she could.

“Nah, it’s ok, An. I would do the same. I’m really grateful that you didn’t give them my last name, though, that was really thoughtful of you,” you smiled at her, and it obviously put her at ease as she hugged and hurried back to the veranda, where you both saw a few guests waving that they needed a refill.

The hell did just happen, and why would three mysterious men ask about you?

It couldn’t be that they found out, right? No… you made sure all the traces were hidden, forever, so, that wasn’t an option.

No, you told yourself, there must be another reason for them to ask about you. But you didn’t want to find out. It was a one-time thing, these men were just confused, or one of them liked you or something like that, and you would never see them again. This actually calmed you down enough to start functioning again, and you remembered that you came for something specific, took the money and went straight home.

“This can’t be happening,” you muttered as you looked over your bills. There was so much to pay and so little money on your account that you actually started to sweat. You worked two jobs and still wasn’t able to afford to live a life where you didn’t have to worry about money. What was more, with the high taxes, your rent, subway card and food you went into red numbers, and that was something you definitely didn’t want. Nobody told you that as an Arts Major, you could still be struggling to stay alive in the city of New York.

You went over the bills again even though you knew your math was correct and that you didn’t have enough to pay your landlord this month.

Fuck, you muttered again and considered your options. You could ask your friends, but you didn’t want to bother them since you knew they were struggling as much as you were. You shared your apartment with two of your best friends who you considered a family by now, Caroline and Aidan. And while you knew they would do anything to help you, neither of their jobs paid enough to be able to help you as much as you needed this month.

Your other option was asking your landlord to give you some more time before more money arrived, but just imagining the conversation gave you goosebumps because you could picture the kind of service he’d want from you, and you’d literally rather go and beg on the street than to sleep with that middle-aged pig.

So, as you summarised it, the only option remained the loan shark. Tony was actually a nice guy, once you got to know him, and he was nice to you because you always paid precisely what he told you to when he told you to, and never asked too many questions or begged for more time. You were smarter than that, and, besides, you’ve seen too many movies with loan sharks to know what could happen to you.

The first time you went to him was probably 2 years ago, straight from university when you still thought you could make it big in New York. Well, safe to say that you didn’t make it, and while you remained hopeful, you had bigger problems than becoming a renown painter, like not starving to death and other fun stuff like that.

You were awfully scared to go to Tony, he had a reputation of being kind of an ass, but people also said that, compared to the other guys in the business, he actually had the fairest demands, and as you had no other choice, you just went to him. And because life was a bitch, you ended up going there on more occasions. Tony was kind enough always to lend even small amounts of money because you really didn’t need 100K. No, you always need like 1 or 2 thousand, and while the other loan sharks turned people like you down, Tony didn’t, and he never wanted more than like 400$ as a return, which seemed quite fair as the other guys always wanted 100% or more.

Well, Tony, it was, as you sighed looking around your room, thinking how you even got where you were. But there was no time to waste pitying yourself, and so you shot Tony a quick message, as you always did, and to no surprise, he was very quick to respond that you should come by later that afternoon.

You were just getting ready when Aidan burst through your door. He stopped mid-step, looking at you confusedly because you didn’t tell him you were going somewhere.

“Got a date or what? You never go out on Saturday afternoon, not if you can help it,” he said sceptically, looking around the room as his eyes landed on the fumbled papers on your table, and the look of realisation hit him.

“You going to Tony again? Y/N, we told you, we can help you, babe! Let us help just this once, please?” He pleaded with you even though he knew it was useless.

“C’mon, babe, you know you and Caroline are not making much either, and you’re both glad to get by another month. Tony is like an old friend by now, really. I don’t mind it that much, and it’s definitely a better option than burying you two with me under this pile of shit,” you huffed as you finished applying mascara, but you didn’t even check yourself in the mirror, really not caring that much how you looked. You went to Manhattan just to meet Tony and would go straight back, quick mission, in and out.

“You need to find a better job, Y/N,” Aidan smirked at you, and you just laughed because you both knew it was pretty much impossible, especially since you loved your day job with the only issue that it paid like shit.

“You know this is my chance to be close to art and I really want it. I mean, it could happen that they promote me from being a receptionist to like, I dunno, being a secretary to one of the curators of the gallery, right?”

He just huffed and kissed the top of your head, striding towards the door. It was only then that you noticed he was dressed to go out as well.

“And where are you going, mister?” You asked with a mother-like tone, and he just laughed, turning around as if he was caught in the act.

“So, you remember John?” He asked, sitting on your bed, and you actually laughed out loud at him.

“Which one? I mean, there has been so many Johns and Peters that I swear to God I’m starting to think there are only men called John and Peter in the whole fucking New York. So, more info, babe, please,” you scooted to him and listened to which John it actually was he was meeting and was pretty excited about this. This was John the Ballet dancer, and he looked really nice, so far.

John the Fake Mobster was a lying bastard, John the Hairdresser wanted Aidan for just that one thing but would never admit it, and then you didn’t even have John-the for the guys because they were all just idiots who didn’t see your best friend for what he was: an amazing, although a little extra person with a very good heart, great sense of humour and amazing hair.

“Alright, well, you know the drill. Keep your phone on data so we can use Find your Friend if needed, keep your eyes open for anything sketchy going on, but, most importantly, enjoy yourself, babe. I’ll see you tonight,” you hugged him tightly and walked out of the apartment and into the busy streets.

If it were all up to you, you’d live in a secluded place, somewhere in the north probably, like outside Seattle, where you’d have a lovely little house, maybe by a river or by the ocean or something, where you’d have enough inspiration for your art and where you wouldn’t be annoyed by the little things, like the car horns blaring all the way to the night, people shouting underneath your bedroom’s window, and little things like that.

But life was not a factory for fulfilled wishes, and you had to endure another day trying to make it in New York. You thought about all of this as you walked down the street to where you knew you could find Tony. You weren’t happy that you had to go to him, again, but you also knew that you didn’t need to worry anymore. You would have the money for your landlord by the end of the week, and when the gallery paid you, you would pay Tony back. Again.

“If it isn’t my favourite girl!” You heard a familiar voice hollering from the shop, and you laughed lightly as you walked into the pawnshop Tony had set up in the lower Manhattan.

“Hello to you too, Tony. Today a yellow day, or what?” You greeted him as you looked at his outfit, which was just a canary yellow tracksuit and a matching hat. He looked like a character from a bad movie, but you knew better than to say anything like that.

“Yellow is very classy and trendy, thank you very much! Yesterday I wore this really nice green velvet tracksuit, and you should have seen some ladies walking by, they almost ate me with their eyes! I swear!” He added as he saw you stifling a laugh, but you just nodded in fake understanding, and both of you shared a relaxed laugh.

“So, what can I do for you today, sweetheart?” He drawled, and you shuffled on the spot, always feeling slightly uncomfortable when it came to this part.

“I need a thousand this week. Ton. I’ve been working my ass off, but the bills keep building up, and every time I think I’m out of it and I can live normally, there is always something holding me back,” you sighed, scratching your arms which was a nervous habit of yours that Tony grew quite fond of.

He was almost sorry for saying the next thing, but this was way above his pay grade, and while he really did take some liking to you, and he would always give you enough time to pay him off, he knew who he couldn’t piss off.

“Listen, Y/N, I have a proposal for you,” Tony started, and you frowned, not really knowing where this was going, but from the look on Tony’s face, you could tell it was nothing good.

“There is somebody who would like to get to know you, and he has a proposal for you that he believes you can’t refuse. I don’t know any specifics, I just know he is willing to pay you a lot of money, and I’m talking thousands and thousands, Y/N. He said that nothing sexual would be involved because I told him that if he was looking for a one night stand, you weren’t his girl, but he assured me that this wasn’t it. He would like to meet with you and tell you all the details if you let him. And before you say no, Y/N, think about it. All you gotta do now is to meet him and listen to him, and he is one of those guys who don’t take no for an answer,” Tony finished, and while you saw it pained him to give you the message, you were too stunned to care.

“What the hell are you talking about, Tony? Is this some kind of a sick joke? Like, did this guy tell you he wanted to talk to me specifically or just a girl desperate enough to come here?” You blurted, still not getting what he was about.

“He asked for you, sweetie. I don’t know how, but he knew you’d come and told me when you did to give you the message and give you his address. Which is here,” he said, handing you a piece of paper with an address and a date with the time written on it, “and he told me that if you came and agreed to his plan, you wouldn’t have to worry about money this week or any other week. It could be your chance, Y/N. Look, the guy is extremely powerful, so, please, just go and meet him, and you’ll see, ok?” He was scared, and it made you scoff out loud.

Great, so a loan shark was giving you a message to meet some mysterious, powerful asshole who wouldn’t take no for an answer and who probably stalked you as he knew you would be coming to Tony sooner or later. Just great, really.

“It seems I don’t really have a choice, do I? Sheesh, Tony, at least tell me who this guy is and like how scared I should be. You gotta give me something because I can’t just go to some random house and be totally ok with it. Nobody can’t expect me to do so,” you pointed out, and Tony nodded in understanding.

“Totally, yeah. I even asked if I should come with you, but I was told you should be alone. You should be alert, let’s put it that way. If I were you, I’d really think before I speak, because this guy doesn’t take anything lightly. And I think it would be best if you didn’t know his name, Y/N. Just… he doesn’t want to hurt you, all he wants to do is speak to you, so please, just do it,” Tony finished just as some customer came into the shop.

You waited patiently because the conversation was far from over, but you knew better than to start shit in front of some stranger. Tony was evidently scared shitless of the guy, and it only fuelled your already growing anxiety. Tony was determined not to share too much information with you, but you didn’t understand why. Why could you not at least know the guy’s name? Who could it be?

Your brain took a detour to a few nights ago back at the pub where you saw the men asking about you, and a cold sweat broke on your skin. It must have been connected, there was no doubt in your mind about that, and it filled you with so much dread you actually had to catch your right hand with your left to stop yourself from shaking violently.

The doorbell rang signalling the customer left, and your eyes gazed at Tony, who was already staring at you apologetically.

“And what about the money, Tony? It’s Saturday, and I need to pay my rent by Friday next week. Nice of the guy, whoever the fuck he is, that he wants to see me, but he won’t if I’m on a fucking street next weekend,” you seethed, and Tony was quick to walk around the counter behind which he was standing this whole time and walked closer to you.

“He wants to see you on Wednesday, Y/N, and he specifically told me not to lend you any money, that he would take care of it. Whatever the fuck it means.”

“The fuck? I don’t even know his fucking name, and he will stop me from getting money to survive? What the actual hell, Tony? You can’t be serious right now,” you cried out in utter desperation because none of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to come, chat a little with the goatee man, get the money and walk back home, where you’d watch some stupid TV show and drink shitty wine.

But no, of all the people living in New York this shit must be happening to you. As you didn’t have enough on your fucking plate as was, some mysterious fucker had to be interested in you for whatever reason, and he wouldn’t let you live without talking to him first.

“Can’t you just call him and tell him that I want to have nothing to do with him?” You asked when you felt calm enough to talk again. You didn’t even know whether you were scared or desperate or angry, but at best, you were feeling a mix of all these and some more, that was for sure.

“No can do, sweetie, but I promise it will be alright, ok? You’re a strong one, I know that and whatever he wants from you, you can either give or can talk to him,” Tony smiled sweetly, and while you knew he was full of bullshit you let it slide because you just didn’t have it in you to fight with him when he was clearly just the messenger. Whoever wanted to speak to you, however, he would hear it from you because where were we that a guy just asks for a girl and the whole of New York delivers her to him on a silver platter?

Wednesday

“You gotta be kidding me, Y/N. Are you seriously considering going there? For all you know it might be some elaborate trap and somebody’s gonna jump you and kill you in some dark alley,” Caroline screeched at you as she saw you getting ready after you came home from work.

You had to ask for a night off from the pub since mister nobody wanted to meet you on your night of work. But you knew you couldn’t say no. Whoever it was, Tony was afraid of him, and Tony was a tough guy. And not that you wouldn’t be brave, but your bravery was mostly concentrated on being able to throw a spider out of the apartment or walk the corridor with the lights out, not really crossing some powerful guy who could do God-knows-what to you if you didn’t come.

“C’mon, guys. You know I gotta do it. And I honestly think if they wanted to kill me, they would have already done it,” you muttered, trying to pick something to wear, that wasn’t too revealing, but you also didn’t want to go wherever you were going in a pair of baggy sweatpants you were currently rocking.

“But like, what if they want to make a personal slave out of you, huh? Like, cuff you to a ceiling and serve them with your body, like a personal kind of slave, you know what I mean? You were not made to be strapped to a ceiling, babe,” Aidan panicked, and you actually had to laugh.

“Your imagination never ceases to astonish me, Aid. Or are you speaking from personal experience?” You smirked as both you and Caroline laughed out loud at Aidan’s expression of utter disgust.

“You two are disgusting, and I hate you, but that doesn’t change the fact you still don’t know where the fuck you’re going,” Aidan countered and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’ll keep my data on so you can see me this whole time, and if I don’t call you by 9 PM you can send the cops there, deal?”

They both nodded in agreement, knowing this was the best they were getting. You were glad you had them in your life and that you had people caring enough to try and stop you from doing something stupid, but something in your told you that your life would be even worse if you didn’t go. At least this way you’d know the whole story, and you would be able to make an educated decision based on all the variables.

“A’ight, but if anything sketchy happens, you run, ok? We can figure out the money, but we can’t figure out shit if you’re not here with us,” Caroline reminded you, and you nodded solemnly.

God, you just hoped you weren’t making a mistake by listening to Tony. He even shot you a message in the afternoon, reminding you to go there because if you didn’t, it could end up badly for both of you. And it was actually one of the decisive arguments in the whole thing, surprisingly. You didn’t want anything happening to Tony, especially not because of you and your decisions, and so you just told yourself to suck it and prepared for the evening.

You really couldn’t afford the cab, so you had to leave super early to be at the given address at precisely 7 PM. You also grabbed the book you were currently reading, Kim Stanley Robinson’s New York 2140, so that the ride to Manhattan wouldn’t be as dull and dreadful. You could think of the utopian future he depicts rather than thinking of your journey to the lion’s den, and that was the most promising image you created in your head about the place where you were headed.

Not that you didn’t try to find the place on Google maps, but all the buildings on the address looked the same, and, actually, quite nice, so you had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

Meanwhile, Tony texted you again since you didn’t reply to his previous text, and this time you took the time to craft a message telling him that yes, you were indeed headed to the manor and he didn’t need to worry about his own neck because you wouldn’t let others be hurt because of your incompetence or your cowardice.

You knew you were getting off on Chambers St station and you actually took the time to think how many people living in Tribeca had to take the subway. The answer was, very obviously, zero, as the majority of the people in the subway were either passing or were clothed in a way you knew they worked in either one of the restaurants there or as a help. And you felt like one of them, because you too didn’t live in the wealthiest village in New York, and you too were going there mainly for business. Well, at least you hope you did.

Checking every house number when you got to the street you were supposed to meet the mysterious guy at, you tried to find where exactly was the bat cave, and when you saw the number 112, you knew you found it.

Your breath came in ragged huffs as you tried to gather the last remnants of your bravery as you walked up the stairs and buzzed on the door. Your head was spinning lightly, and you actually had to lean against the wall beside you to regain your composure.

The door soon revealed a massive man dressed in a black turtleneck and a pair of black jeans, and you were actually quite surprised not to see him with sunglasses and an earpiece. If the situation weren’t so tense, you’d probably joke about it, but as it was, you just followed his lead as he beckoned you inside.

“Miss Y/L/N, I presume? I need to see your phone and your belongings, ma’am,” he stated, and you raised a brow at him.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a standard procedure, ma’am. Everybody here to see the boss needs to be checked, just in case,” he stated, leaving no room for discussion, and while you sighed exasperatedly, you still handed him your bag and made a point by fishing out the phone and shoving it in his outstretched hand. He took a quick look through your belongings, pushing it against what you assumed was some kind of a metal detector before he pulled out another device. This looked like a big phone, and he scanned your bag once again.

“What is that?” You asked, unable to stop your curiosity.

“Checking if you’re not bugged,” he answered matter-of-factly as he continued before he put the device down, clearly not finding anything. Where would you even get a bug, and why would you do it? You rolled your eyes inwardly but kept a straight face in front of the man, just in case he was watching. Which he was, as you found out by him waving in front of your face and showing you to follow him.

You braced yourself for whatever was awaiting upstairs and obediently walked behind him.

As you walked through the house, you got the impression that whoever lived there was wealthy, but that kind that didn’t really put on a flashy show. There were no chandeliers, no heavy curtains and stuff you pretty much imagined this place would look like and that image had nothing to do with the Beast and the Beauty dance room, nothing at all.

But this was… modest. Everything was very contemporary, some prominent brick here and there with mostly grey floors and the furniture was most definitely customary but, again, it was plain yet luxurious. You assumed that’s how the really rich people lived. They knew they had the money, and the people around them knew it as well, so there was no need for diamond stairs and a golden toilet.

A few names surged from memory as you heard your coworkers discuss the wealthy New Yorkers, but you didn’t want to assume anything before you actually saw the person, so you just walked by the halls before the man stopped in front one of the rooms and quietly knocked.

It was not surprising when another man dressed exactly like the guy leading you appeared from the room and took a quick look at you before he said something to whoever was behind him. When the affirmative came that you could indeed go in there, they shoved the door open and what you assumed was a living room appeared in front of you. It corresponded with the whole house, but your attention was caught by one specific thing. Your brain had its own world, and when you saw one of Tunji Adeniyi-Jones’s paintings from his last year’s exhibit, you almost fainted. He was your favourite contemporary artist. And seeing his work outside of the gallery was practically an otherworldly feeling. You gaped at the beautiful play of colours, and your heart swooned at the perfection of the brush strokes.

“Ehm,” you heard somebody cough beside you, and it startled you so much you actually jumped to the side, your hand flying to your chest in a feeble attempt to will your heart to stay calm.

You took the intruder in and found out that unlike every other man in the room (and there were a few, as you noticed) this guy wasn’t wearing all-black attire. He was in a comfortable-looking creme sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans, everything fitting him as if the clothes were sawn to his body.

Which, as far as you could tell, was the body of a Greek God.

“See something you like, honey?” The man interrupted thoughts, and it just crossed your mind that he was really rude, not letting you breathe even for a second before he had to make his presence known.

“Yes, actually. I’m quite a big fan of the artist whose painting you have there, so I admired that. And you are?” You trailed at the end, signalling that while he was very handsome, you had no idea who he was and why it was that you needed to come to him this evening.

“Straight to business, huh? I like that. I’m quite surprised Tony didn’t tell you who I was. Was he scared you wouldn’t have come if you knew?” He didn’t wait for your answer, however. “Well, honey, I’m Steve Rogers, and I am very pleased to meet you,” he smirked at your stomach dropped.

Steve Rogers? That Steve Rogers? It wasn’t possible.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you muttered as you scratched your arms nervously.

“Oh no, on the contrary. I’m all too real, Miss Y/L/N, and from the looks of it, I’m glad Tony didn’t tell you, you look like you might faint. Are you feeling alright?” He asked like the smug asshole he was, and you just turned away from him, taking a deep breath before you finally turned back around to face him with a pokerface.

“I’m alright, thank you. So now, can I know what it is you want from me so much you stalked me and made me come here, pretty much by force?”

He scoffed but showed you to follow him to the sofa. When you didn’t budge, he simply took you by your elbow and pretty much shoved you down to the plump sofa.

“Force, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I simply asked you to come visit me, is it so wrong? But yes, you are right, we should talk about why I invited you here. You see, Y/N, I’m in need of a wife, and after long calculations, I came to the conclusion you would be perfect for the job,” he said straightforwardly, and it was now that you felt like you’d faint.

“Marry me? Are you fucking insane?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Form the pissed off expression on his face, you could see it was not the right move, but he couldn’t expect any other reaction, really.

“Easy, honey or I might have to use the said force to shut that smart mouth of yours,” Steve mumbled dangerously, and you swallowed harshly.

“Right, you’re a notorious mobster, and I’m literally nobody, and if you killed me, nobody would miss me. Good, now that’s out of the table, why do you want to marry me? And what does it mean you are in need of a wife? I mean… you are notorious for dating a different girl every week, can’t you just marry one of them if you’re in such a great hurry?”

“No, honey, I can’t. All you need to know right now is my proposal. So, here it is. You will marry me, we will stay married for a year and then get a divorce. You will have everything every girl ever wanted: loads of clothes, all the time in the world to do whatever the fuck you want, you won’t have to work, and I will pay for everything and more. You will live here so you won’t have to worry about your rent money, and I will also pay your student loan, on top of which you will be paid 20.000$ every month for playing your role. And when the year is over, you will walk away rich, without any debts slowing you down and you will be able to do anything you want. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like it’s not a proposal but a directive,” you smiled sweetly and stood up, pacing the room and scratching your hands like crazy. This was not happening, no, no, no!

You needed the money, you really did, and getting rid of the debt from your student loan that would have been sweet too, but at what price? On the other hand, you thought, how bad could it be to just be somebody’s wife for a year? He did make it sound pretty easy.

“What would be expected of me?”

“Well, you would go with me to every event and pretty much listen to everything I say,” he shrugged as if it was the most natural thing to say to another human being.

“Like, you’d ask me to spread my legs for you here, and I would do it?” You asked, suddenly very angry that the man just assumed what kind of a person you were. You were desperate, but not that desperate.

“Oh, no, honey. That is one of the reasons why I chose you: I’m not attracted to you, so no, I wouldn’t ask you for any sexual favours. We could even put that to our contract if you’d feel better, but, really, you have nothing to worry from me,” he again said with ease, and you didn’t know if you were glad he just told you this or really pissed and ashamed.

Not that you thought you were some kind of a beauty, far from it, but he also didn’t have to be so upfront about it. And now you understood it even less why the hell he chose you.

“You want to marry me. But you still haven’t told me why, so?” You asked for like the hundredth time that evening, and the man just smirked again, playing with his cuffs, never answering to your satisfaction.

“Honey, what I want, I get, and I decided that I wanted you, so, what is going to be? Are you gonna be a good girl for me or am I gonna have to force you, hm?” He smiled sweetly, but even you knew better. Behind that oh-very-sweet smile, there was venom and a ton of it. You rubbed your temples and plopped down on the nice-looking couch, thinking about what he was proposing.

“Then why choosing me if you don’t find me attractive? Not that it’s an issue, I’m just really trying to understand the situation here,” you said, totally ignoring the threat in his voice as you needed some much valuable answers.

“Right, well, first of all, as I already mentioned, what I want, I get, honey, and you should always remember that. Secondly, it was your ability to keep a straight face, even though I can see the ability is not endless. I need somebody who will be sickly sweet to both my friends and enemies alike, who won’t mind a few sleazy comments from the old fuckers, and who will look like an obedient wife. I need somebody who will blend in and who will look trustworthy, and not like she was to stay only for a week. And when I saw you in that pub where you used to work, I could see you had what it took to be in this life, even if only for a year,” he finished, and you were glad you were right at least about the guy, Steve, also sending the people to sniff around your workplace. But then it hit you.

“Where I used to work? I still work there,” you said dumbfounded, and Steve chuckled humorously.

“Oh no, you don’t. You see, I need my wife free all the time and I need her here with me. Look, Y/N, this is getting tiring, and I really need an answer now. What is it gonna be, huh?”

“Like I even have a choice. You just said you would use force if I said no, so, what am I supposed to say, huh? I don’t want to get married, but I don’t have any money and your snoopy ass is getting in the way of my life, and you ended one of my jobs, and before you say you terminated my contract in the gallery, please think about it again. That job is very important to me, it has always been my dream to be in a gallery surrounded by beautiful art, and, by chance, having my art there as well.

I don’t know Steve, your offer is very generous, it really is, but I don’t think I’m the right one,” you sighed finally and looked around the room, ignoring the boring looks from Steve. Then you saw the clock and you almost panicked, it was two minutes before 9.

“Oh my God, I need to call my friends, or they’re gonna call the cops,” you said quickly already dialling Caroline’s number. You told her you were fine and that no, you weren’t a personal slave yet, but that you’d tell them everything when you got home. When the call ended, the venom was back in Steve’s eyes.

“If you think you can talk to people about anything I have just said, you are terribly wrong, doll,” he seethed, and you were taken aback, but you didn’t want him to think he intimidated you.

“Well, if you think I’m not gonna tell my family about this, then it’s you who is terribly wrong, Steve. We tell each other everything, and if I considered this proposal of yours, it would mean Aidan and Caroline would know about this, at least that I’m marrying you for more than my undying love for you,” you spat back, and Steve saw the determination in your eyes. He knew he had to compromise with you, even if only a little bit.

He already found out everything about you, he knew your whole life, your past, everything his people could find on the internet. And what he got from the search was that you and the people you lived with were extremely close. He considered getting rid of them but realised it would only push you away from what he needed from you. And he needed a wife ASAP.

The mafia was still very conservative, and as he was the only boss without a constant woman by his side, he was sometimes excluded from important meetings that happened on “family retreats.” And he needed all the info there was if he wanted to be the best of the best. Or, the worst of the worst, if we were being literal.

“Fine, but they will need to sign a contract saying that they will keep their mouths shut,” Steve smiled back, and you nodded, your head already spinning.

Were you really considering it? But was there any other option? You needed the money, and it would’ve be great if you didn’t have to care about your student loan for the rest of your life. You would see the world, just like you wanted, you would have time for your art, and you would be free after only a year. That didn’t sound that bad. Sure, you’d be affiliated with a known mafia boss, but that was nothing you couldn’t handle. But there was still a question Steve didn’t answer.

“What about my job at the gallery? If you made them fire me and I’m gonna find out tomorrow, I can’t even begin to consider this. I want that job, I want to work at that gallery, Steve.”

“Fucking hell, I could buy you the gallery if you agreed!” He shouted, exasperated that it was taking so long. He really didn’t get it. He was proposing a life in luxury, and he knew that the majority of women in New York would be more than happy to be seen by his side. But you? You had to be difficult and even demand stuff. Fucking hell…

“But whatever, you wanna work there, fine. Whatever, I don’t give a fuck. Do we have a deal or not? I have better things to do with my evening than just bargain with you, honey,” he accentuated the pet name that you already hated.

Well, this wasn’t how you imagined your proposal to go. Not that you were too keen on the whole idea of a marriage, but still, a girl could dream. Yet, here you were, actually considering getting tied up with a mobster for a year just because he offered you enough money and a life that you felt like could be interesting, if only for a year and with a man who blatantly told you he wasn’t interested in you in that way. This was the only reason you didn’t feel as dirty as you expected because you knew he would never touch you and never want you to do something sexual against your will.

You were used to lying through your teeth ever since you were little, your parents made sure you knew how important it was to keep your secret, and dangerous life wasn’t something you only heard of on TV. All this made the decision slightly easier, as you finally made up your mind.

“Fine, but we still have a lot to talk about, Mr Rogers,” you set your jaw and outstretched your hand to shake on it with him.

“Whatever, Mrs Rogers. Consider your rent paid and I’ll see you on Friday when we discuss our matter in greater detail. Now, if you excuse me,” he kissed the top of your hand and walked away.

Well, this would be fun, you told yourself as you watched the man you would soon call your husband walk away from you, and contemplated whether you made the right choice. But your life wasn’t great as was, as much as you tried to fill it with laughter and happiness, and, in a sense, Steve offered you an out, even if only for a little bit.

Here was to nothing, you hollered at yourself in your mind and followed one of the turtleneck-guys out of the manor and into the chilly air of evening New York.

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fan-of-encouragement · 3 years ago

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Honey I'm Still Free

This is a commissioned fic that @danniburgh wrote for me, and I'm absolutely In Love. Her commissions are open as of posting this, and she's amazing.

Marcus Pike × F!reader

No warnings, just fluff and mention of Marcus's past bad relationships.

He was new.

A new face to know.

And he was cheerful; almost too cheerful.

He was happy; you met him as a happy man, self realized, self assured, self-centered but not egotistical; he was kind, and he was good. And he was happy.

Marcus Pike arrived at the D.C. FBI office and you were the one that gave him the welcome tour; in between directions and pointings at where which room was located and who worked where, he told you almost everything about himself and that kicked off an unexpected friendship. One that began inside the four walls of his office and the four walls of yours, and the glass walls of the shared conference room that separated them and that most often than not, was used as a lunch room.

When you met Marcus, he was a once divorced, newly engaged man that was waiting patiently for his bride to arrive and live with him what he described as a life he wanted; he told you everything he had to tell about his girlfriend and how he felt, deep inside of him, that she was the one.

Until she broke up with him.

Then, as if by magic, or as if someone had flicked a switch, Marcus changed.

You didn’t understand, whenever you analyzed it, why a woman would leave a man like him; whenever you put a little bit of thought on the matter you came to the same conclusion: there was no good reason. The truth of the matter was, even having met Marcus for no more than a month when that went down, that he was a good man. And everyone that walked around him or worked with him or even talked to him knew it.

Marcus Pike was a good man with a good, kind, warm soul that radiated nothing but care and love for others; he was stern and he was good at his job; he managed a team like no other agent you saw before but, at the end of the workday; when all the reports had been signed, when all the field agents had called in and Marcus lit his desk lamp to finish the last of the paperwork of the day, when the floor was quiet enough to hear the cars drive sporadically on the highway next to the building, he was craving for something more. Something he didn’t have and he was desperate for. Love.

Six months into you knowing Marcus, as he laughed at a bad joke you told him, with his head thrown back and his lids closed and the wrinkles on the sides of his eyes showing at full contrast, you realized you had fallen in love with him.

But you didn’t fight it; it felt right. You knew he was still struggling with the fact that two serious relationships in his life had failed in what he described as a miserable, sad, incredibly stupid manner.

The remnants of that pain were still noticeable; when he looked outside the window for more time that he wanted to admit, whenever he heard a certain song on the radio, whenever someone mentioned any lines from Casablanca, the glowing ashes of the hot, scorching pain he had yet to get rid of and extinguish could be seen from his eyes.

You knew and you understood him; he needed time; he needed support to get out of the house in flames he was inside of because of people that didn’t know what they wanted. And you, as he hugged you goodbye, resolved you were gonna be there for him.

As you drove home, you realized there was some selfishness behind your resolution; but you figured out as much. You were in love with him, and besides trying to help him be himself; as you had met him or better, you hoped, just further back in your mind and your heart, he would notice you were there. Waiting for him to be the man he wanted to be.

When you opened your front door and you slipped out of your shoes, you thought of how would he react if you told him you were falling in love with him; you knew he wouldn’t let you wait for him like a damsel expecting a brave prince or a knight in shiny armor galloping to you on a mighty stallion. But you weren’t dropping everything until he decided he was better… You were just hoping he would notice you were there. And that was rightfully enough reason for you to do it.

And you were his friend.

The next morning you texted him before going out to work if he was in the mood for some pancakes; immediately getting a big YES in all caps as a response. You drove to your favorite diner; which had quickly become his too. And walked out of there with two white plastic bags filled with pancakes for him and waffles for you.

“Oh my god, bless you!” Marcus let out as you walked into his office with the two big bags. You gave him a smile as he moved his stuff to the side so you could put the bags down.

“Since when are you devoted, Mr. Pike?” you teased, when you put the bags on the desk and pushed his towards the other side, towards him.

“Since my best friend brings me breakfast,” he raised his eyebrows and pulled out the styrofoam packet from the bag and a plastic fork “how much do I owe you?” Marcus asked as he opened the plate and bit his lower lip when the chocolate chip and strawberry pancakes saluted him from the dish.

“Nothing?” you replied, doing the same with your honey caramel waffles, Marcus rolled his eyes.

“Then lunch is on me.” he shrugged, lifting his tie and loosening it a bit from around his neck, throwing it on his shoulder, you scoffed and saw him dig into the pancakes with a small smile adorning your features.

“The least you could do, baby.” you teased, making him smile through his pancake bite.

When lunch hour arrived that same day; he knocked on your door and opened it before you could say come in. He stuck his head inside your office and smiled at you.

“Lunch?” he asked with his eyebrows raised and his small smirk on his face, you reciprocated his smile and nodded, standing up from your chair and closing your computer.

“What are we ordering?” you asked as you walked around your desk and he opened the door wide.

“No, we’re going out.” he let out lowly. You narrowed your eyes as you crossed the threshold and he started walking towards the elevators.

“To what do I owe this honor?” you asked, following him, Marcus chuckled.

“What do you mean?” he said as he clicked the elevator button to call it.

“You’ve never taken me out to lunch, Marcus.” you remarked, the elevator doors opened and he frowned.

“Really?” he questioned, you nodded and hummed in affirmation as the both of you walked into the metal box. “why?” he chuckled.

“What do you mean why?” you laughed at his reaction.

“I mean…” he started, crossing his arms on his chest “we’ve been close almost since I arrived, don’t we?” you nodded with a small smile on your face, Marcus blinked a few times “I feel like we would've gone out together, at least once…” he said with a shrug.

“No, not once.” you remarked again as the elevator door opened on the basement parking lot and you walked out.

“Well, that’s on me, then, I’m the asshole friend.” he let out as he nodded his chin in direction to his car, you chuckled.

“Not an asshole, a busy friend.” you tried to reassure him as he remotely unlocked the car and the both of you hopped inside at the same time.

“I shouldn’t be busy for you, anyway,” he muttered, pushing the ignition button to turn on the engine. “I mean, you’re the one that helps me the most around here, I should be more grateful.”

“Nah,” you whispered as you buckled your seatbelt “I’m just the coworker that doesn’t like to see others struggling.” you teased with a smile as he backed up the car, he looked at you for a split second and sighed, calling your name.

“You know you’re not just my coworker.” he muttered, getting out of the parking lot and incorporating into the traffic. Your smile grew.

“No?” you turned to see him, knowing exactly what he was going to say if you dropped the question that was dangling on your lips, he shook his head. “then what am I?” you asked with a low voice that you hadn’t use in a long time because you didn’t find the time or the place to use it. But, as you were sitting inside the car of the man you were growing deep feelings for, with the tiniest opening to his heart and his mind, you decided to bring it out again.

Marcus almost slammed the brakes of the car. He felt his breath hitch in his throat and as he stopped the car on a red light; he turned to you.

“What?” he whispered. You raised an eyebrow and shrugged slightly.

“What am I?” you repeated the question. Marcus knew the look you were giving him; god he was sure he wouldn’t get that look from anyone anymore, and he had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t look for that look in any woman he met. But there it was; your gaze was deep on him, your lips were loose and open just slightly towards him, your eyes were steady on his and he felt the despicable, gut wrenching feeling of the most deep, disgusting, ingrained insecurity inside his mind and inside his chest that made him think of nothing but his trained instinct of fight or fly.

“My friend.” he whispered out just as the light changed to green. You smiled to yourself and looked out through the window, letting out a sigh.

“Good,” you let out, “besties.” you teased. Marcus let out a nervous chuckle and nodded. He didn’t say another word until he stirred the car to the restaurant’s parking lot.

Marcus heard two consecutive knocks on his door and lifted his head from the massive email he was reading.

“Come in.” he let out on a sigh as he stretched on his chair, and rubbed his eyes; the light of the computer wasn’t helping his sight.

“Brought you coffee.” he heard you, he opened his eyes and saw you closing the door behind you with your hip and two carton cups that were steaming.

“My lifesaver.” he smiled at you and shifted on the chair, you sat in front of him and handed him his cup.

“Cream and no sugar,” you let out “so you don’t get sleepy.” he smiled.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked, you rolled your eyes.

“The occasion is ten thirty at night and you’re still here.” you said, Marcus sipped his coffee and raised his eyebrows.

“You’re here as well.” he shrugged.

“I just finished,” you let out “kinda was waiting for you.” Marcus frowned, you leaned down and rested your back on the chair.

“Why?” he let out, tensing his shoulders.

“Wanted to talk to you.” you muttered, gazing at him. Marcus wanted to shrink on the chair and flee from the room, but he didn’t, he stayed at his full height of 5’11” and tried to hold your gaze.

“Okay? something happened?” he asked with a low voice, you shook your head twice and saw him partially relax.

“Marcus, how long have we known each other?” you asked him, he frowned a bit but looked at the surface of his desk.

“Almost a year, why?” he replied and you hummed in appreciation at it.

“You know why, don’t you?” you said, biting your lip and smiling at him.

“I have a suspicion.” he muttered.

“Good, so should I just say it?” you asked, Marcus shook his head immediately.

“Please, don’t,” he whispered, you were expecting his reaction so you just nodded “I’m so sorry.”

“I understand,” you smiled again at him and Marcus felt his chest contract inside his torso “I was just… making sure.”

“Honey…” he let out, you shook your head.

“Really, I get it.” you winked at him, taking your coffee and standing up.

“Wait,” he stood up as well, “am I gonna lose you?” he asked, trying to reach to you, you raised your hand and he took it.

“Of course not, silly,” you gripped his hand “I’m gonna be around, just let me know if you need me.” you said, Marcus nodded and you slipped your hand off his.

Marcus saw you leave his office and let out a deep sigh once you had closed the door. He threw himself on his chair and dropped his head back to look at the ceiling. God, what was wrong with him?

He tried to reason with himself as he started to breathe normally; you were amazing. He was sure of it because he saw you almost every day. You were beautiful and attractive and funny. You were smart and so damn capable it made him feel beneath you even when you were at the same rank; you meant a lot to him and you, for some reason that didn’t fit inside his head, never hesitated to tell him how much he meant to you, too.

And it was so damn obvious how you felt about him because you didn’t even bother to hide it; he admired the way you just showed it without advertising it and how you just didn’t let it affect your job or your life.

Jesus Christ, you were in love with him and he was there, sitting in his office after you just told him you understood him; you’d stayed close to him despite him being trapped in his own insecurities, despite the barrier he had put between you and him, despite looking at him clutching at the past and wrapping himself around his tragedies like an orphan child would do to a warm blanket.

You were there for him, loving him and caring for him as best as you could, even when you knew he was processing and working to be out in the open again; even when you knew it took him time to comprehend that he shouldn’t feel embarrassed or sad anymore.

Holy shit; you were there all that time and he was just choosing to be blind to what you were doing; even choosing to shove away all the deep, warm, involving love he felt for you.

Marcus stood up from his chair once again and he rushed to walk around his desk and out of the office, walking the few feet there was between his office and yours, he knocked a few times and opened the door; about to burst out his words, then he noticed the office was empty. He checked his watch. It was ten minutes past eleven and he cursed himself for thinking you meant you were going to be around literally.

He rushed again to his office for his things and his car key, desperately trying to order words inside his brain as he all but banged his foot on the elevator floor and trying at the same time to calm the fuck down as he walked to his car.

Marcus was sure it was a good idea with poor execution; he was a romantic at heart he should go pick up something that would tell you he just took his head out of his own ass and realized he was also in love with you; but the feeling of just tell you everything was stronger and was driving him crazy. He was driving like a madman through the highway that led to your apartment, and when he pulled over and looked at the building, he nodded to himself.

“Just say it, Marcus.” he muttered to himself, opening the car door and walking out.

The easiest part was to walk to the front door, buzz himself in and walk up the stairs to the fourth floor; the easiest part was stepping through the hall and towards your door and knocking on it three times.

You opened the door and the easiest part was over; you were in your pajamas; a silk, shimmering top and shorts too short for Marcus’s own good.

“Marcus, what’s going on?” you asked. He cursed himself inside his head. He had forgotten each and every word of the three point argument he had built inside his head on the way to your home; he saw his thoughts pour over his head and melt at your feet and he did nothing else but stand there, in your threshold; with his mouth dry and his eyes on your body. “Marcus?”

You frowned and stepped to the side, grabbing his forearm to pull him inside. Marcus had been in your apartment before, but he knew then it was different.

“You okay? I’m getting worried” you muttered. Closing the door, Marcus shook his head and tried to steady his heartbeat, failing.

“You told me to let you know if I needed you, right?” he asked, barely audibly. You nodded. Marcus licked his lower lip and sighed, “I kinda need you now.”

“Yeah, absolutely, what happened?” you told him, stepping closer to him, raising your hand to his arm.

Marcus felt a bolt of confidence because of your touch. He breathed in deeply and smiled at you, making you frown again.

He put his hand hesitantly on your waist and he felt you stiffen. His eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips and back, and he stepped even closer to you with a smile on his face.

“You’re here.” he whispered, leaning towards you to grab your lips in his with a kiss you didn’t expect, but didn’t dare to deny.

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menofchaos · 4 years ago

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Coco

Photo credit IG @richardcabralofficial

Note/Warning: This was not requested but was inspired by this Tiktok trend, reading @woahitslucyylu‘s soft reader series and @angelreyesgirl talking to me about Coco smut. I hope you guys like it!

Santana walked into the break room of the salon to find Andrea and another coworker, Sophia, giggling over a phone. A smooth, sultry beat played quietly from the speaker.

“Morning,” Santana called.

“Hi Tana,” Andrea waved her over, “Come look, have you seen this trend on Tiktok?”

“She would kill it,” Sophia said to Andrea, “She’s so hot.”

Santana laughed softly, “Thank you,” she walked up behind the women as the beat started again. The video showed Andrea in comfortable clothes, walking to the doorway. She posed and as the beat changed, the screen changed to a red filter. Andrea’s clothes were off and all that was visible was her silhouette. Her back arched as she posed.

“Damn, that was hot,” Santana took her bag off her shoulder, “How’d you do that?”

“I’ll send you the tutorial on how to make one” Andrea told her, “You have to do it.”

“I’m not posting that shit,” she laughed, “My dad will find it and that’ll be ugly.”

Andrea shook her head, “No, not to post. Send it to your man when he’s not around. Look at this.”

Andrea swiped the video away to the texts from her boyfriend.

David Holy shit 😳 omw

Santana smiled, “He would like it,” she admitted.

“Yes, do it!” Andrea exclaimed.

“And show us,” Sophia teased.

Santana smiled as she received a few texts from Andrea, “Alright but you gotta do it too,” she told Sophia, who agreed with wide, excited eyes.

A few days later, the women were all working together again.

“I made it,” Santana told them after Victoria locked the front door, “I haven’t sent it yet.”

Andrea gasped, “What? Why? Let’s see it!”

“I did too,” Sophia admitted.

“Because he would’ve demanded I go home right away and I had a full day today,” she laughed as she took out her phone.

Sophia opened her video, “Let me play mine first because Santana’s is gonna be so much hotter.”

She shook her head, “Not true but go ahead.”

“I sent it to my girlfriend,” Sophia giggled, the video playing. Andrea and Santana clapped as it finished.

“Damn, that was hot,” Andrea shook her head, “I don’t think mine is as good.”

“Yours was perfect,” Santana reassured her.

Andrea nudged her hip, “Your turn.”

Santana pressed play on the video where she was in an oversized shirt and sweatpants. She backed into the doorway and arched her back, one arm leaning against the other side of the doorway. The beat switched and the red filter covered her body, her curves highlighted. She moved so her forearms rested on either side of the door frame, her legs spread as she shifted her weight from one foot to another.

“You win,” Andrea held her arms up, “Damn, girl.”

“Send it now, I wanna see his reaction,” Sophia giggled as Victoria joined them.

Santana pulled up her text thread with Coco.

Mi Corazón *Attachment 1 Movie* I made you something 💞

“Is he working?” Andrea asked her as Sophia caught Victoria up, playing their videos again.

“He’s off by now, he’s probably with his brothers,” Santana explained.

Andrea’s eyes widened, “How many brothers does he have?”

She smiled softly. Nobody at work knew Coco was an MC member but she knew the three women were loyal and the newly disclosed detail wouldn’t leave the room, “He’s part of a motorcycle club,” she admitted, “So he’s probably at the clubhouse.”

“Ooh,” Andrea teased, “A bad boy.”

She laughed, “Nah, he’s good,” her phone buzzed in her hand, “He answered.”

She opened the text as they gathered around to read his response.

Boyfriend 💞🔥💋 Better get that ass to your place. Now. Don’t play with me. And don’t even think about posting that shit online.

“Oh shit,” Victoria giggled, “You’re in trouble.”

“Santana’s gonna come in tomorrow with a limp,” Andrea clapped.

Santana laughed and put her phone away, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

As Santana pulled into her parking spot, Coco dropped his cigarette and put it out. He stood up straight, watching as she walked over to him.

“What’s wrong? You didn’t like it?” she asked.

Coco held a hand up before she could touch him, “Get inside and I’ll tell you.”

She unlocked her front door and walked in, setting her bag down. She gasped when Coco’s body covered hers, his hand on her chin and his mouth on hers. She moaned against his mouth, their tongues dancing as she gripped his hips.

“That video...fuck,” he whispered, “You’re so sexy.”

She giggled as he kicked his shoes off, pushing her jeans and panties down her legs quickly. She unbuckled his belt when he kissed her again, rubbing her slit.

“Wet already, you thought about what I wanna do to you?” he murmured as she moved his boxers and jeans down just past his ass.

“Yes,” she licked her lips as he stroked himself a few times, spreading her wetness along his shaft. He nudged her clit with his tip before sliding inside her, “Coco...”

“This what you wanted?” he held her chin and jaw, kissing her roughly as he thrusted into her.

“Fuck yes,” she locked eyes with him, “Don’t stop.”

He rested his forearm against the wall next to her head. Her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back. She smiled when she felt his lips on her neck.

“I missed you,” she gasped when he bit her neck, clenching around him.

He groaned, “I’m yours all night,” he tugged her earlobe.

Santana shivered and he kissed her again, his hips moving faster when her grip got tighter. He let go of her jaw to rub her clit.

“Come with me,” she whimpered, “Please.”

“Go ahead,” he panted, pressing deep as he came, growling her name. Her nails dug into his ass cheeks, clenching again as she came. He pressed his forehead to hers as they caught their breaths, “I’m not fucking done with you.”

Santana giggled quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kissed her. She whined when he pulled out and headed to her room, taking his kutte and shirt off.

“Come here, I need something to eat,” he called.

She stumbled as she took her own clothes off as she walked, trying to catch up to him. She found him completely naked and still hard. He nodded to the bed and she took off her bra, crawling onto the bed.

He caught her thighs before she could roll over, sliding his tongue along her slit. She gasped and gripped the sheets, feeling his tongue circle her clit.

“Baby,” she breathed, whimpering when his grip on her thighs tightened.

Coco didn’t stop until she finished twice. He turned her onto her back and smirked, stroking his shaft with a tight fist.

“Do me a favor, querida,” he murmured, smirking, “Hold your thighs to your chest.”

Her eyes widened but she did as he asked. He moved closer to her, watching her. She closed her eyes when he sunk into her again, her body trembling.

“Coco,” she bit her lip, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He pushed his hair back before his hips moved fast and hard, his eyes locked on hers. She whimpered, digging her nails into her thighs. She couldn’t look away. His skin glistened with sweat as he kept fucking her. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily, forcing himself deeper inside her.

“Coco,” she cried, “Oh fuck, right there.”

He ran a hand through his hair, groaning when he felt her clench around him, “Baby, you’re gonna make me come if you don’t relax.”

Her back arched and she gasped, “I c-can’t.”

He smirked, licking his lips as he moved a hand to her throat, pounding into her. Her cries turned to screams and her body shook when she finally came, his own orgasm starting only a few seconds after hers. He pulled out of her slowly and helped lower her legs to the bed.

He laid down next to her, watching her catch her breath. He smiled when she finally opened her eyes, “Wanna smoke?”

She nodded and grabbed a blunt and lighter off the nightstand, her legs still trembling. She handed it to him and watched him light it. Once he took a pull and passed it to her, he turned on his side and rested a hand on her thigh. He grinned when she flinched.

“I can’t stop shaking,” she laughed softly, still slightly breathless.

She coughed as she let the smoke out and he kissed her softly, “I love you,” he whispered.

She smiled, “I love you too.”

“For real, you didn’t post that shit online, did you?” he asked, making her laugh harder.

#coco cruz imagine #coco x santana #mayans imagine

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pbandjesse · 3 years ago

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I did not take pictures today. It was just a little to busy and I was just a little to tired. It was a really good day though. As positive as it could be.

My skin was very painful today. My new prescriptions are supposed to be here tomorrow so I hope that starts to help quickly. The doctor says my psoriasis should start clearing up in a few days. Let's hope that's true.

But beyond that I felt really cute. My hair was cute. My earrings were cute. I was in a great mood. Even if I was tired.

James and me went to work. And got breakfast. It was a nice day. And really I was so lucky to have another day with just an amazing group of kids. Just absolutely so sweet. I feel like I'm being spoiled they were all so easy to work with.

I had them for the assembly line first and it was pretty good overall. They would work well together and were fun to be around. They learned well and when I needed them to move and do more jobs they were on board. The teacher was lovely and seemed to like me a lot. And she was excited that I would be with them all day and that felt very good. Honestly that has been the best part about leading canneries, I get to be in charge of a group for the whole day, not that I wasn't before but I for sure am now.

After the assembly line we had a tour. And it was a pretty good tour. They were very dramatic when I told them everything in the print shop was lead and therefore was poison. So I promised we would go wash hands after before lunch. They were very silly.

Lunch was a good little break. I enjoyed my sandwich and chatting with Aubrey. And once it was time for the cannery I realized that the other cannery was running late.

So I waited two extra minutes. And tried to drag out my talk but I got a little turned around. It would be fine but it was a little frustrating thay I wasn't amazing but it was fine enough. The actual cannery went great and it was a lot of fun. Everyone did a good job and I was really proud of them.

We finished up the day and I hung out at the front desk for a few minutes while they got on the buses. I had my tatting shuttle with me and I played with that a bit. I need to get different thread I think. I saw someone using a silk cord to do it and I want to try that, see if I have some better luck with my rings. But it's a good fidget regardless. A pleasing hand motion.

I spent the rest of the day up in the office with my coworkers gluing oysters. I was a little distressed when I came upon them talking about how women shouldn't have abortions except in medical cases. And that they wouldn't say they were prochoice but wouldn't want all abortions to stop and I was like. Well that would be pro choice. If you personally wouldn't have one that's fine, but everyone else should be allowed to make their own decisions. And it just sort of made my stomach hurt that these two women were like. Nah. It felt like when I was in highschool and realized some girls I thought were friends said they would want no one to ever have abortion access and my whole world felt like it was on its head. I forget that people are not always on the side I think they are.

So we changed the conversation. Talked about fanfiction and books and it was a fun conversation. At least we could end the day in a nice way.

I went and said goodbye to James. And headed home. I was tired.

I had hoped to maybe do something this afternoon but I just caught up on my knitting and laid in my hammock. I just felt kind of bad. James asked if I wanted to go see some baseball but I was not feeling it. They made us pizza before they left to go to the game with their mom. And I chilled.

I would do a little reading. A little clothes organizing. I took a bath. I washed my hair. And waited for James to come home.

Now though I am really ready to sleep. I hope it comes easier tonight then it has. I have a long day tomorrow. I hope you all have a great night tonight. Take care of each other. Be safe!!

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coldflame96 · 3 years ago

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Lunch Break

Summary: Tohru skips lunch to avoid being an inconvenience. Thankfully, she has a loving huband to set her straight.

Rating: G

Also found on AO3 and FF.net

Inspired by a RL situation with a friend of mine.

The store was busy today. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast and she was starting to get hungry. They had just finished with the last customer in line.

“Hey, Tohru-kun,” Her supervisor got her attention, “I know it’s kinda late, but did you wanna take your lunch break?”

“Yes,” she sighed in relief. “Thank you, Kaori-san.”

She opened the mini fridge and felt her heart skip a beat. It was empty...She thought back to when she had left this morning and rested her head on the counter, groaning. She must’ve forgotten it in the fridge this morning.

“What’s wrong?” Kaori-san asked.

“I was in such a rush this morning I forgot my lunch,” she admitted shamefully.

“Oh, well that’s no big deal! Just go to the cafe around the corner. Kenji-kun is working and he likes me so just tell him I sent you and he’ll make whatever you want for free.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Eh? Why? Will your husband get jealous? He doesn’t have to know.”

She shook her head. “Kenji-kun is always working so hard I can’t trouble him like that!”

“Trouble him?” Kaori-san laughed. “Man, you’re really funny sometimes, Tohru-kun.” She frowned. She was sure Kaori-san didn’t mean anything by it, but sometimes it felt like she was a small child being dismissed even though they were close to the same age. She didn’t really like it...

“Oh! Good afternoon!” Kaori-san greeted as the bell rung.

Well...her shift was over soon anyway. Might as well just hold out until she got home. She would be fine.

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She wasn’t fine. It had been a rough day. She ended up having to stay three hours later than initially planned due to a coworker calling off sick. She clenched her stomach. She was so hungry!

On shaky legs, she managed to let herself into their apartment. Thankfully, her and Kyo-kun had gone grocery shopping yesterday so there was enough there to make something easy.

Just the thought of eating made her stomach yowl in protest.

She set up two boiling pots of water, one for rice, the other for the potatoes.

She mustered up whatever energy she could to start peeling the potatoes, arms heavy with fatigue. She was really tired. Hopefully Kyo-kun wouldn’t be too disappointed if she tucked in early after dinner.

She heard the creak of the door. “Tohru?” Oh, so he was home already.

“Kyo-kun!” she jumped up from the table, apparently too fast as it made her woozy, and tried to run to greet her husband but ended up tripping on the way, strong arms keeping her afloat from under her shoulders.

“Whoa! Clumsier than usual, huh?”

This would normally be the time when she would defend herself, but her tongue was...stuck.

Kyo-kun, always so perceptive, cocked his head in concern. “Tohru, are you okay?” he stroked her cheek. “You look pale.”

Say something. “I-I’m fine, Kyo-kun.”

He wasn’t convinced. “You don’t really look fine.” He put a warm hand on her forehead, brow furrowed. “You don’t have a fever..”

She pulled away, careful not to be too abrupt. “I’m fine, really! I just feel a bit faint. Once I get something to eat, I’m sure I’ll be right as rain!”

“What, did you take your lunch break really early today or something?”

She giggled nervously. “Yeah, something like that.”

“What time did you eat?”

She froze, blanching. She was never a very good liar, and with the way he was staring at her now, she knew she wasn’t getting anything past him.

“Before I left,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

She cleared her throat. “Last time I ate was...before I left.”

Kyo-kun gave her a steady look. “That was over 11 hours ago.”

She averted her eyes shamefully. His fingers crooked her chin up so they were facing each other. “Tohru, why would you not eat?”

“I-um-” she floundered, “I was in a rush this morning and I completely forgot to pack my lunch and I didn’t realize it until I was already there.”

“There’s a cafe down the street from you. Why didn’t you just order from them?”

“W-well, I-I thought about it but I didn’t really have time to go pick anything up.”

“So have someone else do it. You could’ve called me and I would’ve brought you something.”

She waved her hands. “Well, everyone was really busy and I didn’t wanna bother them and have them make food for me. It’s my own fault I forgot my lunch, not theirs and-”

He groaned, “Tohru, you’re not bothering anyone, that’s literally their job. They get paid to make food for people. Including you.”

She knew that. Of course she knew that. She’d been kicking herself for it all day. “By the time I had time for a break, I was already almost off anyway, so I figured I would just wait til I got home.”

He cupped her cheeks. “You should’ve eaten something sooner, a pack of crackers, anything. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She jerked away. “I’m fine, really!” And then she swayed and soon enough she was in the air, tossed over her husband's shoulder like a sack.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he asked nonchalantly, not even grunting with the effort of carrying her at all, which she vowed to file away for future use. “I’m taking my wife to bed.” Almost married for a year now and she still felt a tingle in her chest when he called her that.

“What?! But- but dinner!-”

“I’ll finish it.” And then he gently tossed her on their bed. “Last thing we need is for you to pass out while cooking.”

She wanted to argue, to protest, but the longer she sat, the more the energy left her. And all that was left...was shame. Shame at herself for not eating over something so silly, shame that Kyo-kun had to come home from a long day just to worry about her...Her throat got choked up and she felt her eyes go misty.

“Tohru?” He asked softly. He was always so kind, so much kinder than she ever deserved. Long fingers fanned her cheeks, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes and he was kneeling in front of her now at eye level. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m always being stupid and making you worry about me.”

“You’re not stupid and if I don’t worry about you, then who will?” She didn’t have much of an answer to that. “I’m not mad at you,” he sighed out, “And I don’t mind taking care of you. If you don’t want me to worry, then you should be better at taking care of yourself once in a while.”

She sniffed, nodding. “Right. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” He grabbed something out of his pocket. “Here.”

She scrunched her eyebrow at the wrapped snack. “A granola bar?”

“You need something in your system before dinner. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

He was always so rational. She smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He hummed in response, pushing her hair back to kiss her forehead. “I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready. Just sit here and relax for a bit.”

And then he was gone.

She obediently opened her granola bar, chewing in slow, careful bites. She really would have to be more careful, wouldn’t she? It wasn’t like Kyo-kun could trail her around to make sure she wasn’t hurting. She smiled at that visual image. Cute.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, sinking into the mattress, slowly getting through her granola.

“Oi,” she got a light bonk on the head and she jolted.

“Oh, Kyo-kun! You’re back already?”

He raised an eyebrow and then burst into chuckles.

“What?”

“I’ve never seen someone space out while eating a granola bar.” he stroked her hair. “You’re really adorable sometimes.”

She blushed and he just laughed some more and she felt her breath leave her a bit. He really was beautiful, wasn’t he?

“C’mon, come eat with me. I’ve missed you.” She knew he meant it. Kyo-kun didn’t just say things to butter her up. Before she could respond though, she was being hoisted from under her knees into the air.

She squeaked in surprise and wrapped her arms instinctively around his neck. “Kyo-kun, I can walk on my own,” she protested weakly.

He shrugged, smirking. “It’s more fun this way.”

He started walking out, effortlessly. Did she weigh anything to him at all?

“Nah, you’re pretty light.” he responded, and she stiffened as she realized she said that out loud.

“Am I?” She’d always thought she was pretty average sized.

“I’ve held kittens heavier than you,” he drawled.

She pouted, huffing, “Now you’re just bullying me.”

He snorted. “You love it though, don’t you?”

Well, two could play at that game. “Of course!” she chirped innocently, “I love everything about you.” And then she kissed his jawline sweetly and watched with delight as his cheeks turned pink and his grip slackened enough that she could slide down to the floor gently.

She saw the spread on the table and clapped her hands together. “Wow, Kyo-kun! It looks so good!” Then she grinned at him. “You’re so amazing!”

His face almost matched his hair now. “It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled, “It’s just dinner.”

They’ve known each other for almost half a decade now and he still got so bashful over the smallest things.

She threaded her fingers through his. “Thank you.”

The shy smile he gave her made it all worth it.

“Hey, Tohru?” he asked as she sat down to eat. She looked up at him curiously. “Please don’t do this to yourself again. Just call next time. You’re never a bother. Not to me.”

Of course she knew that. It had been clear to her for a long time, but it didn't stop her eyes from getting watery. Her traitorous brain still sometimes told her she wasn't worth it, and here he was to tell her otherwise. She wondered if she'd ever get used to it.

"Oi, don't get all weepy on me now," he scolded gently. "You need to eat."

She rubbed her eyes. "Right."

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It’d been over two weeks since that incident and she’d been extra diligent to make sure she brought her lunch with her every day.

Kyo-kun had said she could call him if she needed to, but she still wanted to avoid doing that if she could.

She felt the rumble of her stomach. She had finished with wiping the counters, cleaning the windows, and organizing the snack areas. She should ask Kaori-san for a break soon…

"Hey, Tohru-kun," oh! And there she was! "There's a super hot guy over there checking you out! I know you're married so you want me to send him away?"

She scrunched her brow. Super hot…? She looked where Kaori-san was pointing and her eyes widened at the familiar copper hair.

"Kyo-kun!" She gasped.

"Wait, you know him?" But she was already running from behind the counter, only vaguely registering Kaori-san calling her.

She only had eyes for the man in front of her, still in his gi and looking so effortlessly handsome.

"Kyo-kun!" She grabbed his sleeve.

He smiled at her. "Oh, hey. That was quick."

"Wh-what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the dojo?"

"I'm on lunch. I wanted to see you. Have you taken your break yet?"

"Uhh, no, I was just about to…"

"Take it now." He nodded towards the counter where Kaori-san was watching them with rapt attention. "That's your supervisor?"

"Yes."

"Want me to tell her?" The woman in question narrowed her eyes.

"No, that's okay!" She waved her hands. "I've gotten a lot done already so I'm sure she won't mind! I can..ask her."

"Alright, I'll wait here then."

His eyes lingered on her as she carefully made her way behind the counter to grab her lunch.

"Sorry for the short notice, Kaori-san, but I wanted to take my break now if you don't mind."

"Just a minute, Tohru-kun," Kaori-san stopped her in her tracks. And then she lowered her voice. "Who is that guy?"

"Eh? He's my husband!"

"Him?" Then she put her chin in her hands. "Wow, no wonder you're always talking about him. You hit the jackpot, didn’t you?"

Tohru felt something warm in her chest and she whispered fondly, "Yeah, I did."

"Does he have a twin by any chance? Brother, sister, it doesn't matter to me."

"Sorry, Kaori-san," she said sheepishly, "he's one of a kind." And he’s mine, a tiny, possessive part of her brain whispered. "I'm going on break now so I'll see you later."

And she left before Kaori-san could give a proper response. In the past, she would be worried about coming off rude and she would probably apologize later, but she had a wonderful husband waiting for her and he was first priority.

And as they walked out hand in hand, she was reminded not for the first time and certainly not the last, how blessed she was to have him.

#kyoru #furuba #fruits basket #tohru honda #kyo sohma

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tchallasbabymama · 4 years ago

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Potential Breakup Fic

Yes, this is inspired by the re-release of the classic “Potential Breakup Song” by legends Aly & AJ. Check out the rest of my Masterlist HERE. Enjoy!

Word count: 2223

CW: Niggas aint shit. Kiana sat on her couch and tried not to cry into her glass of merlot. She took off her heels and got up to unzip her dress and take off her bra since she knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. She checked her phone again and was met with an empty screen. No notifications, no missed calls. She threw her phone down in anger, and was thankful when she noticed the screen didn’t crack.

“I can't believe this nigga.”

She looked at the clock and shook her head. It was 12:07am, and her 25th birthday was officially over without so much as a word from her boyfriend. Just last night he had told her to be ready by 7, and she hadn't heard from him since.

They had been together, on and off, for three years. They met their junior year at Howard, but didn’t hit it off right away. He was too slick for her liking, but over time he eventually weaseled his way into her heart. His smile lit up the whole room and his big brown eyes could seduce anyone just like that. And he did, constantly. T’Challa was a huge flirt, and it was cute when they were still single and just getting to know each other, but even now T’Challa turns his charm on for every pretty face he sees. Kiana had brought it up to him many times, letting him know how disrespected she felt. He would always say the same thing.

“But entle, I’m just being nice. You know I only have eyes for you.”

She did know that once, but that ended about a year and a half ago when she was casually scrolling through twitter on his phone and caught him cheating.

“T’Challa!”

“Yes, my love?”

“What the fuck is this?!”

“Why are you on my phone?!”

“Don't fucking raise your voice at me, I’m not in the wrong here. I saw a funny tweet and started scrolling when YOU got a text from some bitch named Jasmine talking bout ‘I miss you daddy’ and sending you pictures of her pussy. Care to explain?”

He reached for the phone and she pulled it away from him.

“Nah-uh, talk.”

He sighed in exasperation.

“If you give me the phone I can explain, sithan-”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me, answer the goddamn question. How long, T’Challa?!”

“Just once. Eh, one and a half maybe-”

He was interrupted by a throw pillow to the head.

“How the fuck do you halfway cheat nigga?!”

“She just gave me head the first ti-”

“That’s still cheating!”

“Will you lower your voice? You have neighbors.”

“Fuck! Them! Did you even use a condom?”

“Yes, Kiana I’m not-”

“Stupid? You’re not stupid?” Kiana laughed. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“My love, I-”

“Oh now I’m your love? Where the fuck was that energy when you were balls deep in this other bitch?!”

T’Challa stood there dumbstruck. He had never seen Kiana get this angry and didn’t know what to say. He knew he was wrong when he did it, but seeing the tears streaming down her face made him truly regret what he’d done. She had been so busy with school and work that she barely had time for him anymore. He had needs and just so happened to stumble upon someone more than willing to fulfil them.

He cursed himself for not locking his phone or at the very least, turning it over.

“How many, T’Challa...” Kiana sniffled.

“I told you, it was only twice-”

“How many women?!”

He froze, not knowing if he should mention Lisa since that was so much earlier in their relationship.

“Oh my god...oh my god...oh my- are you fucking serious?! I-I have to...I have to go get tested, I-”

“Kia-”

“What?!”

She looked at him with such fierceness that he shrunk under her gaze.

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t do it to hurt you, I was-”

He was stopped by a heavy-handed slap across his cheek that nearly knocked him over.

“Get the fuck out.” She said, barely above a whisper.

Six months later they ran into each other in the grocery store and decided to catch up over a cup of coffee. Kiana had healed and moved on, but T’Challa was still stuck on her. They had spent almost two good years together before he ruined what they had, and he just couldn’t let it go. He loved her, and he was determined to make it work this time.

Or so he really, truly thought before he met Marci...and Tanisha...

T’Challa knew he wasn’t a one-woman man, but he just couldn’t let Kiana go. His dalliances were never serious, just enough to scratch his constant itching. Sometimes they were a one-time thing, but others stuck around if they were good enough and knew how to be discreet. No matter what though, he always came back home to Kiana because despite his trash behavior, he really did love her in his own toxic way.

However, he didn’t love her enough to double check his calendar before leaving work on her birthday, or any day leading up to it. He had forgotten what day it was, and when he told Kiana to be ready at 7 he just meant for a regular date night.

It had been a long day at the Wakandan Embassy and Kiana’s Prince Charming needed a drink more than anything. He stopped at the first bar he came across that looked halfway decent. T’Challa walked up to the bar and caught the eye of the beautiful barkeep.

“Hiya, what can I do for you?”

T’Challa smiled his panty-dropping smile and she smiled back, revealing her perfect, white teeth. There was nothing he loved more than a pretty smile.

“Well, miss…”

“Tanisha,” she responded while using both arms to mix a shaker full of liquid courage and ice. His eyes avoided her chest, slyly watching in the periphery only.

“Well, Miss Tanisha, I had a horrible day at work and I am in need of a whiskey on the rocks. Preferably Jack, but truly anything will do.”

“We all have those days honey. Here’s a double on the house,” she said as she slid the drink to him across the bar top with a wink.

T’Challa licked his lips and lifted his glass to her before taking a sip of the warm amber liquid. He let out a sigh and his day seemed to melt away.

Tanisha kept coming back to check on him and they would chat when the crowd died down. T’Challa was on his third double when she came over with a plate of wings.

“You’re an angel.” He dug into the wings and made a complete mess on his shirt, so he went to the bathroom to try to wash the stain out. On his way back to the bar he noticed a very tall and sweaty man leaning over the bar trying to talk to Tanisha. From what he could see, she wasn’t feeling the conversation, but he kept approaching her anyway. When T’Challa returned to his seat she immediately gravitated towards him. This angered Mr. Tall and Sweaty, who drunkenly attempted to punch T’Challa in the face. T’Challa dodged the lazy punch and knocked him out cold with one hit. Security saw the whole thing go down, and removed Tall and Sweaty from the building once he came to.

“What you got planned for the night, handsome?”

“Nothing at all, why do you ask?”

“I get off at 9, wanna hang out?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good, now here’s a water.”

“Thank you, angel.”

By 10pm he was already halfway inside her, and when his phone started vibrating he was too wrapped up in her to think anything of it. Without looking he quieted the annoying sound and turned the phone off so he could focus on the task at hand.

Two and a half hours later, T’Challa was creeping out of Tanisha’s bed right as Kiana was sliding into hers. She had washed off all her makeup, but she didn’t have the emotional energy to tie up her hair. Normally she would wear one of T’Challa’s t-shirts, but she was too angry with him so she slept in a cute nighty she never wore. She admired herself in the mirror for half a second before bursting into tears and pulling the covers up to her head. She tried to stop crying, but the tears kept coming and she eventually gave herself a headache. How could he miss her birthday?

Kiana got up and threw on her plush maroon robe before she padded to the bathroom to grab some Advil. On the way she noticed her phone getting multiple notifications, the first of which was from her best friend Bebe.

“Have u seen this?! Sis, I’m so sorry. When we slashing his tires? Just 3 tho, this nigga needs to pay $$$.”

“What the fuck is she talking about?”

Kiana clicked the link and saw that it was Bebe’s cousin Darrell’s Instagram Story. Apparently there was a fight at the bar where he was celebrating a coworker’s promotion and he had filmed it for all of Instagram to see. Kayla stared at her phone in shock. There was her aint-shit boyfriend at a goddamn bar on her fucking birthday. She watched him punch a guy in the face on her birthday. At a bar. Without her.

She thought the kicker came when she saw him turn around and flirt with the bartender, but the story after that just about killed her. There he was, leading her out the back door with his hand too far down on her lower back to be simply platonic. Even the caption read “Ooooh someone’s about to get some ‘thank you’ pussy. That damsel in distress pussy hit different!”

Kiana saw red and almost cracked her phone for a second time tonight.

She grabbed the remaining merlot and downed it before throwing the bottle at the picture of them on the fridge. She watched the glass shatter and cut their faces while the trace bit of deep red wine seeped down the picture like blood. She wanted to trash the whole place, but remembered she would have to clean it later. Kiana started to hyperventilate and felt like she needed to get some air when she heard the lock turn.

“Kiki, what are you doin- are you ok? What happened here?”

Kiana ignored him as she walked towards where she threw her phone, silently pulling up the story and handing it to him. She watched his face go from confused, to shocked, to fearful. No regret, though.

“Ki-”

“Give me your key.”

“Kiana, please let me-”

“The key. Now,” she said with her voice completely devoid of any emotion.

T’Challa assumed she would be angry and yell or throw things, but this quiet storm terrified him. To him, it felt like she didn’t even care anymore. He was right.

He slowly reached his hand out and she snatched the key ring, removing hers and tossing the rest back to him.

“I’ll have your stuff packed by the morning. It’ll be outside my door by 8am. If it’s still there when I get back from work it’s going in the trash.”

T’Challa couldn’t bear the coldness in her voice. Tears rolled down his face and his knees buckled.

“Kiana, please. I can explain, I didn-”

“I don't give a fuck what you did or didnt do. You know why?”

“W-why?”

“Because it was my birthday, T’Challa. MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY and YOU forgot it. Not only did you forget it, my gift was you fucking some other bitch and leaving me lonely yet again. So no, I don't care if you fucked her or not even though I know your sorry ass did. I know she’s probably not the only one because I saw how easily you slid on in there in that video. You were way too comfortable, so I don't even want to ask you how many because it doesnt fucking matter anymore. Now you can stick your dick in every fine ass Black girl you see without remorse, oh wait...you were already doing that. So fuck you, get out my apartment before I call my brothers.”

“Kiana…”

“5, 4, 3,...” Kiana counted as she dialed her eldest brother Trey’s number, ignoring T'Challa's pathetic excuses. “2, 1… Hey Trey, I’m sorry did I wake you up?...Yeah I have a situat- oh look at that, his bitch ass is leaving-”

“I am sorry, Kiana,” T’Challa said one last time before she slammed the door in his face. He could hear her on the other side of the door explaining the situation to her brother, and when she started to cry it finally hit him. Her wails broke his spirit and more tears fell from his eyes.

He knew Trey would be over soon to comfort his baby sister and he needed to get the hell out of dodge, so T’Challa left Kiana’s apartment and never came back. Not even for his things, which turned out to be the best thing for Kiana because she and her girls got to burn it all up in Trey’s backyard fire pit and finally release that toxic man from her life.

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #tchalla fic #tchalla x oc #angst #niggas aint shit #aly & aj #potential breakup song

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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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Sure Took You Long Enough, Babe

Summary: (wlw) Reader pulls an all-nighter with coworker Zoe

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, uh i think i remember mentioning people doing drugs, that trademark wlw obliviousness

Word Count: 4374

a/n: g-g-gorlfren... *slaps roof of fic* this baby can fit so many gay fantasy tropes in it. yes, the bars in cali stay open till 4am idk

Your alarm blared it’s cheery tune, startling you awake. Strangely enough, the happy melody never inspired happiness, just rage. Yet, ever the eager beaver, you shot right up and slammed the button as you slid out of bed, not allowing yourself to dilly-dally. As much as you’d like to stay asleep for three more hours at the least, you forced yourself into a good start for the day. Today was the first day of your new part-time job at Hextech, and lucky you, you got the morning shift. Curse of being fresh meat, you supposed. As long as you could make it through the day without getting too terribly hazed, you’d be fine.

Back home in Arcadia Oaks for the summer, you’d needed a new job or you’d go crazy. What were you supposed to do? Relax? Nah. You’d start taking double shifts as soon as you could. It was a bit tricky finding somewhere that would be a good fit for you. Okay, that was a lie. It was a bit tricky finding somewhere that would even be willing to hire you, apparently. Really knocked your pride down a few pegs.

By a strike of fortune, you had been catching up with one of your old high school buddies over coffee yesterday. You know, the one you used to hang out in the graveyard and practice tarot reading with? Yeah, Evan. It was nice to be able to talk to someone who was just as excited as you were that My Chemical Romance was back. When you two ordered, he pulled out that old joke about taking his coffee black like his soul and it still made you laugh as much as it did in high school. Evan was doing good, new boyfriend, new job, new band. You felt happy for your friend. You were happy that he was happy. He deserved it.

After you’d lamented that you couldn’t find work, he told you about how lately he’d been working for that electronic store Hextech. Not subtly named, was it? He’d told you about how it was run by hedgewizards like you two. They only hired through connections, since they were a magical company run by magical people. You, thankfully, had one of those connections. Your buddy put in a good word for you and, just like that, you were in. They put you on the schedule crazy fast. Like, the first shift of the very next day fast. Good. You were going out of your mind having so much free time. Your relatives were starting to ask you *shutter* questions about your personal life.

You looked in the mirror, slicked back your hair into a neat style, and admired how you looked in your new work shirt. Of course, it would eventually join the trophy quilt of old work shirts you were making, but for now it was nice and new. A pretty baby blue, it will go well sewed next to the royal blue Domino’s shirt from last semester. You added about a dozen earrings to your ears as a finishing touch and headed downstairs. After downing your coffee and hastily scarfing down a still-warm blueberry muffin, you kissed your grandmother’s cheek goodbye as you headed out the door. You tossed a crumpled muffin to the crows waiting by the front door. The greedy bastards inhaled every crumb. As much as you loved having a job again, the sun was still asleep when you started your walk to work. Fuck that.

As you walked through the door at Hextech, you were astonished to see the absolute angel who was waiting there for you. An absolute angel who looked kinda hungover, actually. Well, it was 6 AM on a Sunday. The doors didn’t actually open to customers until seven, but you were here at the ass-crack of dawn so she could train you some before throwing you to the customer wolves. Said pink-haired angel introduced herself as Zoe. What a fitting name for someone as cute and feisty as her. You had to catch yourself from staring too much into her striking blue eyes, that reminded you of lightning, pure electricity, before she caught you. And really, they were distracting. It was hard to focus on what she was telling you, which was a bad thing since she was giving you vital information. You forced yourself to focus. As much as you could.

After going over the ropes of working the wizard-bar, she took you through a cool hidden door to show you around the back. The back had such wonderful rooms as the kitchen that someone microwaved fish in yesterday, workrooms, one of which had a poor guy who looked like her never left last night, tinkering away at some techy-thing, the room Zoe introduced as the room she went to scream in, and a common-room type thing with a sick floor to ceiling screen (or was it a window?), depicting a soothing nature scene. She told you that after you had been working in the front for a while and proved yourself, your bosses would move you up to the repairs and phone troubleshooting. Maybe even invention if you were talented enough. That filled you with dread, despite the inspiration it was supposed to be. You had to admit, you knew almost nothing about the technical/repairs side of electronics and you did not belong here. You were more of a coding/hacking type of hedgewizard. You’d have to fake it till you make it. You were sure Zoe could tell you were bullshitting through this, but thankfully she was gracious enough not to call you out on it. Although, you didn’t mind that impish grin that found it’s place on her face.

Damn. You did not need to get involved with a coworker. No matter how enchanting she was. Or how pretty. This was just a summer job. You would be moving back across California for school soon enough and you were not going to do long-distance again. Although, is a few hours really that long? Definitely not as long as your last relationship. Shut up shut up shut up. No. You don’t even know if this chick is into girls, don’t get ahead of yourself. Mmm, she is very pretty though. You can admire from afar. What’s the harm in that?

There was much, much harm. Stars, you had it bad. You had only been at Hextech for a month now and it felt like hell. Perhaps it was hell. Maybe you were dead, and this was your eternal punishment. Damned to forever pine after the loveliest wizard you had ever met. She took a liking to you instantly too, inviting you out for drinks that first night, and every weekend after that. And she’d invited you over to her place for movie nights and to hang out with her friends. Some nights she’d take you to go dancing with her. She’d taken to calling you Baby. Perfectly normal things for gals being pals right. You guessed this is what girl besties do. You wouldn’t know, you’d only ever really hung with guys. Really feminine goth guys, sure, but guys nonetheless. She seemed hellbent on spending time with you. Not that you were complaining, but it just made your emotions stronger. And harder to shove back into the abyss.

~ ~ ~

One Friday night, you two were just chilling up in your bedroom. A rest before one of coworker’s birthday party tomorrow night. Zoe was telling you that she really wanted to try out a new makeup technique. And you told her she could try it out on you. The joy that painted itself across her features is something that will be burned into your memory forever. But not as high a degree of burn as what came next. Zoe straddled your waist, eyeliner pen in hand, and pushed you back against the headboard so she could better reach your eyes. Your breath caught in your throat. You were helpless to do anything but stare at her face that was in super close proximity to yours. You were caught in a trance as you obeyed when she told you to do this or that so she could properly apply the makeup. Her pink lips were pursed in concentration, and her pink banged strayed into her face. Her signature pink style matched the pink of your cheeks. You were sure she could feel your heart pounding, her elbows were on your chest, basically. She moved on to eyeshadow. Weird, you were always an eyeshadow first kinda person but who were you to critique this goddess’s methods. As she rolled on the perfectly matching lipstick onto your lips, you couldn’t help but think about this being an indirect kiss. This lipstick has been all over her lips and now it’s on yours? Stars.

Once she was finished with her masterpiece, she leaned back to take a good look at it. You felt the heat blaze under your skin as her blue eyes scanned your face. Finally, she seemed satisfied and nodded. Zoe helped you up and you went to go check it out in the mirror hanging on your wall. It was brightly colored, garish even, yet perfect, in your opinion. Like Zoe’s personality distilled into something you could wear. She crept up behind you and put her hands on your shoulders as you both admired her skills.

“My best work yet if I do say so, Y/n,” She grinned like a Cheshire cat, “Hmm, I know it’s already like, 3 in the morning and we’re supposed to be relaxing, but we should go and show this off.”

You both had a shift in four hours but you didn’t know how to say no to those eyes. “Alright, Zo,”

You grabbed your jackets on the way out, careful not to wake any of the other inhabitants of the house, but unable to keep the giggles in. Zoe had thought it would be fun to swap jackets, and you weren’t going to say no to that. Her jacket was cozy, black leather, and smelled of her rosy perfume. You never wanted to take it off. When you put it on, her eyes lingered on your form, commenting how good it made you look. You were very thankful for the cover of darkness that hid your flush, rosy like her perfume. You thought she looked marvelous in yours too, but you weren’t as brave in order to say that out loud.

Suddenly you were in some club across town, being introduced to Zoe’s friend Mimi who was working the bar that night. Mimi looked you up and down, then cocked her brows and clicked her tongue, while nodded to Zoe? Who turned pink and angrily said something under her breath to her friend. You couldn’t make out what she said over the music, you were too busy trying not to put too much weight on this interaction. Telling your heart to stop jumping. Jumping just gets you hurt. Mimi snickered as she scurried off to the other side of the bar to fix up your drinks after Zoe finished her rant. She turned back to you and laughed nervously, leaning on the bar.

“That Mimi. What a card.” You nodded in response, not sure what to say.

You three chatted while you sipped at your drinks. Zoe had ordered you something fruity, sweet, and vibrantly colored. It was very tasty, whatever it was. Must have had a high percentage because your head was already fuzzy with just this one. You stopped after finishing it, not fancying being drunk at work, but Zoe got another. Her alcohol tolerance was way stronger than yours. You fucking lightweight. Mimi had started cleaning up since the bar closed soon. Zoe grabbed your hand unexpectedly.

“How about we dance until we get kicked out, Babe?” She said with a sparkle in her eye.

“Uh- y- yeah,” was all you managed to get out before she pulled you over to the dance floor. It was almost vacant, since it was nearing 4am and most people had either moved on for the night, passed out on one of the club’s couches, or were getting their fix in the bathroom. Nice. It was like the floor was just for you two. Zoe was really jazzed, spinning you around to whatever trashy party song was playing. It was infectious. Her energy, not the song. You were having a lot of fun with the pink girl dancing with you. She tossed her hair back laughing at one point. Right then and there, you decided to throw all those things stopping you out the window. If you missed her come fall, you’d just drive the trip to see her. It would be worth it.

The other trio of people who had been dancing left, and now it really was just you two. It would have felt like just you two even if the floor was full. As the current song ended, the DJ looked at you in sympathy. “Alright guys, this is the last song okay, we close in ten.” He switched it to a Viper song.

“OH! I love this song!” Zoe’s smile got even bigger. You didn’t know that was possible. Somehow, she got an energy boost too. You had completely no idea how the firecracker you were with could stay lit well into the morning. If it wasn’t for your manic pixie dream girl here, you’d be groggy by now. She flittered around you, having a blast. It was adorable. She mouthed the words of the song to you, which would have been rather cute if they hadn’t been considerably sexual lyrics. You felt that blush come back for the umpteenth time that night. And she had that impish grin plastered across her face again, like she knew what she was doing. Zoe had gotten closer to you as the song winded down, you hadn’t noticed until it faded out altogether. Your eyes were wide. She booped your nose, giggling. You blinked, surprised. You felt your heart squeeze at how fucking cute that was.

She took your hand again as she pulled you over to go give Mimi a quick hug goodbye before you two left. You still had two and a half hours to kill until your shifts started at six thirty. Zoe’s favourite coffee house wouldn’t be open until five. As much as a nap sounded good right now, you both knew that it would just make you sleepier. And grumpier from being woken up after such a short time. Might as well pull out an old goth kid staple.

“Wanna go hang around in the graveyard?”

~ ~ ~

Zoe tossed her head back laughing so hard she hit the gravestone she was leaning against.

“Oof, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” She rubbed her head and turned back to look check the name on the engraving, “Sorry Howard.”

“It’s too late, he’s offended now and he’s gonna haunt us,” you snickered, “Nice going, Zo.”

“Don’t worry Baby, I’ve been working on my exorcism skills. You know, since a certain dumbass brought spirits into the party last week.” Ah, Douxie, what a guy. Of course he hadn’t meant to ruin everyone’s night and release those ghosts. It just sort of happened. He was accident prone and you didn’t understand why people trusted him with cursed stuff like that to begin with. Luckily, within the number of wizards gathered, you guys were eventually able to find a way to banish all the spirits before any real harm came of it. It wasn’t a bad way to spend a Friday night. You got to live out your childhood dream of being a ghostbuster.

You looked around. The cemetery wasn’t as spooky as most people thought it was. Sure, there were strange noises, and endless headstones with disembodied names that meant nothing, and creepy mausoleums that cast big shadows in the moonlight, and a creaky gate that swung back and forth whether there was wind or not, but it wasn’t scary. Well, maybe that was just because you’d spent most nights of your teen years here, so you were desensitized to it. Zoe didn’t seem to mind it one bit either.

You glanced up and saw three of your crow friends on the top of the mausoleum across from you and Zoe. If crows could smirk these would be smirking. Fuckers. They were always around whenever you’d go out with Zoe. Watching so they could tease you later. Damn nosy birds. Why did you ever start feeding them. They were even there in a set of three, just to mock you. They may as well be singing “Y/n and Zoe sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

You ignored the crows, pulling out your phone and flipping to your ebook app. Because you know what would make this just like old times? Some dramatic goth poetry. What a way to woo a girl. Zoe was fond of the idea of some poetry reading too. She told you that you could pick. At first you thought to read some Poe, perhaps starting with ‘Serenade’, but decided against it lest the bastards on the roof started demanding you read them ‘the Raven’. It’s happened before. You settled on some Keats instead. And you knew the perfect poem. A poem you could put all your emotions into. The most sapphic poem ever written by a man, in your opinion. If she didn’t feel the same, you could always deny it and say that you were just getting way into character. Either way it was going to make work weird, but you didn’t think you gave a fuck anymore. Here goes nothing.

“Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs

Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell

Thine ear, and find they gentle heart; so well

Would passion arm me for the enterprise:” You took a big gulp of air. Zoe’s gaze was locked on you, and that didn’t make this any less nerve-wracking. You could feel your hands shaking. “But ah! I am no knight whose foreman dies;

No cuirass glistens on my bosom’s swell;

I am no happy shepherd of the dell

Whose lips have trembled with a maiden’s eyes.” With those words, a sudden burst of boldness in your heart caused you to take her hand. Must be the alcohol. Yes, that which hath made them drunk hath made you bold. Zoe didn’t appear to be breathing anymore. You looked back into her electric blue eyes. “Yet must I dote upon thee, --call thee sweet,

Sweeter by far than Hybla’s honied roses

When steeped in dew rich to intoxication

Ah! I will taste that dew, for me ‘tis meet,” Your voice became breathy as you uttered these last verses. “And when the moon her pallid face discloses,

I’ll gather some by spells, and incantation.” You just froze there, breathing. The ball was in Zoe’s court now. Speak of the devil, she was really close, like really close. When did she get so close. You hadn’t realized. She lifted a finger to your face and brushed a loose strand of hair behind you ear. Your breath caught in your throat. She drew closer, your noses touching now. Her eyes slipped down into a half lid. Your eyes flicked to her lips and she watched you. It occurred to you that she was waiting for you to close the gap. So you did.

It was fireworks. Of course, you were kissing a firecracker herself. It was a sweet kiss, but laced with that fire. You both pulled back for air, but quickly returned to each other’s lips. Zoe’s hands drifted down to your hips and she pulled you into her lap, leaning back up against that headstone. And now you were snogging in the cemetery. Mary Shelley would be proud. Howard, however, was probably pissed off for sure now.

Your breaths mingled as you gasped for air. Zoe caressed your cheek, cupping your face. She chuckled, “It sure took you long enough, Babe. I was starting to think I’d have to spell it out for you.”

You all but collapsed back into her arms, exasperated. Stars, it sure did take you long enough, didn’t it. You could hear and feel Zoe’s snort through her chest. You raised back up to gaze into those baby blues. A pang of adoration shot through your heart like one of cupid’s cursed arrows.

“How about I buy coffee, for our first official date?” Zoe agreed to your offer. You got off of her, legs wobbling like a baby deer. Speaking of deer, you were happy to see that the herd that usually hangs out here in the graveyard in the early hours was peacefully grazing around you two. You hadn’t noticed them come in, too busy snogging. You reached out a hand and helped Zoe up. You two brushed the grass off your clothes and gave one last apology to Howard before setting off for the coffee shop. Zoe checked her phone for the time. It was 5:23, you two still had almost a full hour to spend lounging in the coffeeshop before you had to head off to Hextech. Zoe reached for your hand as you walked back to Zoe’s bike. You threaded your fingers together. Something as small as that shouldn’t have felt as nice as it did. But it did.

You completely adored riding on the back of Zoe’s motorcycle. You got to cling to her, arms around her waist, pretending that you were holding her for romantic reasons and not so you wouldn’t fall off a moving automobile. You wouldn’t have to just pretend any longer now. The thought made you giddy. And now that you think about it, that was probably why Zoe had insisted on giving you rides everywhere for the past month. You were so fucking oblivious. It was painful. Thank the stars above she was patient with you. You snuggled further into her back, inhaling that rosy perfume. It truly was intoxicating, Keats. A girl could get used to this.

~ ~ ~

The coffee house barista recognized you two as you walked in and started making your orders that he had memorized. He greeted you cordially as you handed over the cash. He looked down at Zoe’s hand joined with yours, raising his eyebrows teasingly but not saying anything. Did everyone in this fucking town know about you two before you did? You think you might have beaten that Parisian catboy at his own game. How embarrassing.

Zoe got cozy on you guy’s usual couch while you carried over the coffee. After you set the mugs on the coffee table and plopped down, Zoe swung her legs up onto the couch, and over your lap. Didn’t exactly take you by surprise. Zoe often sat like this. You were used to it. Wait, was this also flirting? Stars, you didn’t even know anymore. This was so confusing. She noticed the face journey you had taken with the internal struggle, and grinned, shrugging her arm around your shoulders to ease you. You snatched your cup of the table and downed as much as you could handle before it got too hot. You were still really nervous, despite her being very clear about how she felt, and Zoe thought that was pretty funny.

“So, we’re gonna have to say something to people tonight,” Zoe started.

You just nodded in response. Hopefully this wasn’t going to make anything weird. You hadn’t been working at Hextech long enough to know how the dynamics worked. Maybe someone had been pining after Zoe too and now hated you. Maybe someone was Zoe’s ex and now hated you. Maybe someone was just really homophobic and now hated you. There were plenty of possibilities, you could go on.

“I was thinking we should wear these matching dresses I found last week, and sort of bought already, to double our cute couple factor.” She had murmured that middle part but you still heard it loud and clear. You had to hold back a squeak. That was so sweet. And adorable. She just saw the dresses in the shop and thought to herself ‘I want to wear that with Y/n’? You could die right now. You settled for downing more of that coffee.

“Yes! That’s so cool? I- What color are they?” You didn’t know how to handle this.

Zoe pulled out her phone and leaned over to show you the pics she took of them. They were matching, made of the same brown floral-patterned fabric, but different styles. Either one would go great with Zoe’s leather jacket, which you were still wearing. You’d go for your denim one. Not the purple jacket that currently hung off Zoe’s shoulders. The colors wouldn’t clash but the style of it would. This was going to be awesome, anyways. Matching dresses, telling your friends the best news you’ve had all year, having fun at the party, not having to spend the whole night miserably shoving your feelings aside? You couldn’t wait.

“Which one do you want?” You picked the looser, more flowy one. Zoe was more comfortable with tight stuff that showed off her body. You had a sneaking suspicion she already knew you’d pick that one, and was giving you the illusion of choice. It was sweet, really. Your phone alarm went off, alerting you that it was time to start the walk for work. All the relaxing time was gone. A crying shame, but you’d still get to spend the day with your favourite person just the same, so not truly that big of a loss. Albeit, Zoe didn’t look too pleased to have to go back to work. Laughing, you stood to your feet, and held out your arm for her to link through.

“Shall we go milady?” You two waved to the barista as you headed out the door. “I think you should do our makeup for the party again, really show off this time.” Zoe perked up, excited at the prospect as Hextech neared.

“And I’ll show off my hot new girlfriend too.” There was that damned blush again.

#why does she not have a last name #how do i tag this #toa zoe #tales of arcadia x reader #toa zoe x reader #toa zoe imagine #zoe x reader #tales of arcadia imagine #zoe imagine #my writing

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months ago

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AITA for being truthful with my husband's coworker?

I (23f) have a husband (25m) who is very close with his coworkers. They come over to our house a lot for DND, holidays, etc.

One of his coworkers, N (27m) and I were close. N is very charismatic and flirts with EVERYONE. My husband legitimately did not care, I've even showed him me and N's texts before which look the same as my husband and N's- yes some flirting but nothing actually serious. Most of it is joking

Well, N started dating someone they all work with, J. I had never met J, I have 0 clue her age. The first time we met, I tried to be inviting as there isn't a lot of girls around except those of us that are married or who already are coworkers. She seemed shy, maybe a bit socially awkward.

Then the second time, I caught her pointing at me and whispering to her best guy friend and they both started laughing. It felt like I was in high school, but I ignored it. N had been out of the room. This was at MY house.

We've met a handful of times since, and by a handful I mean literally 5 times. Every time she does not say a word to me. I've tried talking to her and she'll blankly stare at me. So I've stopped. If she doesn't want to be friends that is her choice.

Except my husband caught her vagueposting about me on social media. N doesn't have social media fyi. She basically posted the exact outfit I was wearing, something that happened, and then put "what a dumb situation caused by someone stupid, but at least the outfit was cute". She also replied to a comment saying i was flirting with her man and a homewrecker, which is why I brought up how N is because he is like that with EVERYONE. So I haven't liked her since because, sure she can be upset with N and me joking and "flirting" even if N is like that with every coworker and even my husband, but to post about me and call me stupid just seemed petty and rude

I asked N if she was uncomfortable with our interactions, because J had me blocked on social media and I couldn't ask her, and N said she shouldn't be because he treats me no different then anyone else.

Well, any group hang outs she doesn't come to. There is always an excuse, and I dont even want to invite her because of what she said about me. Except for DND which I am not a part of (I do enjoy it, but the way they play is so fast paced and im dyslexic and not good at math, I have a better time watching then playing so I do other things while they play, it also gives my husband time to enjoy a hobby he likes alone). Anytime J is over for DND she ignores me or whispers to her guy friend when I'm around. N is still N, flirting with everyone (me, my husband, the guy who plays an orc, J, etc.). I dont even think he is intentionally flirting i think he is just very charismatic and some stuff he says can be taken that way

Well most recently N invited us to his house so me and my husband went. J came home started talking to everyone there and then saw us and went to her room (N, J, and two other people live together). She didn't come back out the entire time me and my husband were there, but I found out later she came out once we were gone.

N texted me asking my opinion of J. I was truthful and said, and I quote "Well she seems smart and she is pretty, but I don't really know her. I don't think she likes me, which to each their own. I wish she was a bit more polite about things when she is at my house. Cant really speak on someone i dont know except that shes a bit cold and not who i had thought you would be with.. Otherwise, as long as your happy, what does my opinion matter?" To which N replied "so you have a bigger opinion" and then blocked me.

My husband agrees with me but N is his best friend, they haven't discussed it at work. I have seen J recently, we ran into each other at a store, and she called me a bitch (I guess N told her what I said). AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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hecrtfelt · 3 years ago

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date: july 5, 2021

time: 10:27 a.m.

subject: company-wide interrogation

griffin olson knew there was an interrogation taking place in the morning -- his coworkers said. and yet the night before, he’d still accepted the invitation to go partying with a few of the other younger lobbyist in the region; he’d never been famous for turning down a gathering. but this time he had attempted to be good, to smile his charming little grin and shake his head, hold out his palms at the proffered svedka bottles and powdery white lines. nah, he’d say, the perfect picture of self-control and restraint, i can’t go too crazy tonight. i have police shit in the morning. i’m being interrogated, isn’t that wild ? and his buddies would lean back in awe, flashing lights illuminating their shocked faces, and all the bottles and drugs would disappear, and the next hour would be spent with them praising his self control and restraint. he might even get the key to the city because of it.

and then that quite literally never happened, because griffin got exactly one syllable out before hennessy was being poured down his throat. its now monday and he’s barely recovering from his hangover, his nose wouldn’t stop bleeding from you-know-what, and he was currently being escorted to a makeshift interrogation room on the i.t. floor.

“ has gum gotten mintier these days ? ” he’d joked with the officers as they guided him into the room. griffin was really counting on this boyish charm that got him chosen as prom king two years in a row to help him distract from the fact that he was not sober in the slightest, and he was now sitting across from two officers in a room with nothing more than a table, some chairs, and a lamp, and he was not sober for any of it.

“ okay, son, you seem alright enough, ” one of the officers grunted, clicking a pen to life and reaching for a notepad. “ and i highly doubt you’re actually involved in this, so this should be quick and we can get you back to work, alright ? ”

“ sounds good. ”

his knees were shaking under the table from the drug rush he’d had yet to come down off of, but griffin felt fine. he was meant to be eloquent for a living, he got paid to talk; this would be literally nothing so long as he just was himself.

“ what do you know about alice adams ? ”

“ that she works here. i don’t know what her job is, though. ”

“ and what have you heard about her regarding a luke johnson ? ”

he wasn’t so breezily confident on how to answer this one. “ something about his death. i didn’t really get any details. ”

“ and how’d you hear this ? ”

“ from our company chat. ”

“ but like... who told you all ? ”

“ oh, i don’t know. ”

the officer paused his writing, narrowing his eyes. griffin felt his nose running, so he sniffed. “ what do you mean, you don’t know ? ”

“ i genuinely don’t know who finds out this information. ”

the officer sat back and poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “ so you can’t tell us a source ? ”

“ no. ”

“ you can’t give us an idea of who would know this information ? ”

“ no. ”

“ you can’t give us anything to verify that the information your work chat received is true ? ”

“ nah. --sorry, no. ”

“ you can’t tell us anything about the luke situation other than the little you’d heard ? ”

“ yeah. sorry. i just work here. ”

the officers looked at each other for a moment, whispered some things covered by their unrealistically thick mustaches, and then, after a moment, collectively sighed before turning to face griffin again. he looked up from where he’d been absentmindedly folding a paper airplane out of a scrap paper sheet.

“ alright, son. you’re free to go. we’ve gotten all we can out of you. thanks for the cooperation. ”

“ oh, for real ? that’s it ? ” griffin had been kind of waiting for the moment where one of them slammed their fist down and yelled you can’t handle the truth ! ...he also wasn’t of sound mind at all in the moment, so expectations about reality should really be on the fucking floor for him right now.

“ yeah, you’re free to go. have a good one. ”

griffin blinked exactly twice before nodding and getting up, pushing the chair against the table and turning to leave. he’d really just gotten interrogated while hungover and still reeling and nothing happened, huh. and they say white privilege isn’t real !

“ ...wait. turn back around, kid. ”

oh, fuck. griffin paused, squeezing his eyes shut because fucking damnit, maybe he should’ve sprinted out of the room. he plastered a nonchalant, cool and casual facade over his face as he looked at the officers.

what was only maybe thirty seconds of eye contact felt precisely like three hours of it. was it hot in here or was it just the looming charges of use of an illegal drug breathing down his neck ?

one of the officers who’d been eyeing him like a hawk clicked his tongue. griffin tried smiling.

“ you look familiar. that’s all. ”

he hoped the sigh of relief that left him wasn’t obvious. “ i was on jeopardy once. have a good day, guys. ”

#* ･ﾟ ◞ ❪ 𝒈. 𝒐𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏 ❫ ╱ ❛ 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡. ❜#i told y'all i was writing an interrogation self para wym #alcohol tw #drugs tw #spoiler: nothing major happens bc the s in olson DOES NOT stand for snitch #anyways this was so fun n chill 2 write

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kendallroydefender · 4 years ago

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Welcome to Hawkins Hell (Hopper x reader) Part 4.

He wasn’t here. He always came a little earlier to pick you up and eat something. But he wasn’t here and your shift was over in five minutes. That could only mean two things: either he forgot it or something had happened. You really hoped it was just the first but you had the feeling that it was the latter. "Where’s the Chief?“ Tim, your coworker asked. You shrugged "He has to work today.“ you answered trying to play it off, hoping he couldn’t sense your panic "How are you coming home?“ He asked now and your heart sank. Your bicycle was at home. "I don’t know, Walk i guess.“ you stated while wiping the counter, thinking about walking home at night with this thing still out there made chills run down your body "Walk?“ Charlotte asked as she came back after grabbing the empty plates off a table "I’ll drive you.“ she answered "Okay, thank you.“ you felt relieved for her offer but your mind was still on Hopper.

"So tell me everything. And I know that you said that there isn’t anything and I really don’t want to annoy you but I just want you to know that your secrets are safe with me.“ Charlotte stated once she were driving down the roads of Hawkins. And in that moment you really wanted to talk to someone, the whole situation, your feelings for the Chief, were getting more and more confusing and since you couldn’t talk to her about the lab situation you could talk to her about your crush. Also you really did trust her, knowing that she only ever gossiped about unimportant stuff. She had become a really good friend in the months of working at Pollys Diner "Okay i might like him.“ she smirked "I knew it.“ she held her fist up in victory "But like that’s about it. There’s not much more to tell you really." She hummed "You know Mrs. Green right?“ you furrowed your brows "The woman that always comes on Wednesdays having a Roastbeef sandwich?“ you asked her "At exactly 1pm. Yes, you know she loves to tell us the newest gossip." You didn’t liked where this was going "She told me that she saw the Chief's car parked infront of your building the whole night..." you huffed, so Jim was right they were already talking. "Yes he was there, but he slept on the couch.“ Charlotte slammed the breaks "WHAT?“ she looked at you like you were insane "ouch was what that for?“ you asked rubbing your head where it had bumped on the window "Why was he sleeping on the fucking couch?“ you rolled your eyes "We just talked. I happend to be with him when they found Will..“ "Oh.“ She just said knowing the talk about what happened to his daughter "Yeah.“ You exhaled, she stopped outside your place "But y/n? I still stand by what I told you before, I think he likes you too." You gave her a small smile "And I’m never wrong about these things.“ you hugged her "Thank you." She hugged you back "And may i add you two are so cute together. The way you always glance at each other urgh I want someone to look at me like that too! You should pay Robert to work extra slow on getting your car fixed!“ you rolled your eyes but laughed at her. Wishing her a good night before getting out of her car.

Inside you immediately went to your phone and dialed his number "Come on Hopper... Please pick up...“ nothing. "Shit.“ combing your hand through your hair you started pacing. What should you do? Your car was still at the Garage, driving to his trailer in the middle of the night on your bike was also not an option and calling the police also wasn’t going to work - since he haven’t told him what he was about to do. You should have gone with him, you could have called in sick and go with him. There was no other thing to do than to wait for the next day. But there was also no way that you could fall asleep now, trying occupy your mind you turned on the tv. You tried calling him again after some time but at some point you must have fallen asleep because when you woke up again it was morning already. You opened your eyes, confused for a second on why you were on your couch, the tv still on before the memories rushed back. Before there was time to panic there was a knock on the door. You rushed to the door, pulling it open being met with Hopper "Jim.“ you breathed out before wrapping your arms tight around his neck, his arms went around you. It felt like a weight was lifted off your chest as he was standing there, alive and not injured from what you could tell "Are you okay?“ you asked pulling away from him letting your hands rest on his biceps, not wanting to give up all the contact yet and he seemed to think the same cause his arms were still wrapped around you. "I am. And I am sorry for not picking you up yesterday.“ you waved him off, before you heard someone enter the building "Let’s go inside then you can explain why you stood me up like josh did in my first year of college.“ you shot him a wink to let him know that you were joking. You went into the kitchen to make some coffee, him following you "How did you get home?“ he asked and hoped that someone drove you "Charlotte drove me.“ You answered and made your way over to the couch, he nodded relived and sat down next to you. "So... my intuition was right.“ you gasped "It- it’s fake?“ you asked to wich he nodded "I found out yesterday after I dropped you off, then I went into the Lab and found some kind of liquid but before anything else could happen they knocked me out.“ he took a sip before he continued "I woke up this morning, in my trailer. They tried to make me believe that i had a hangover not knowing that i calmed the drinking down because of y-“ he went silent before clearing his throat "Anyway I found a hidden mic at my place.“ your eyes widened "You think-" "That they bugged your place too? No they also didn’t do it with Joyce.“ It was silent for a few moments before you spoke up "I‘m just glad nothing happened to you I was worried out of my mind.“ he put his mug down before laying his hand on yours that was resting on your thigh, you turned your hand and laced your fingers with his "I didn’t wanted to worry you, I would have picked you up or at least called if-" you squeezed his hand "I know Hop.“ you smiled at each other. "When do you have to work today?“ Hopper asked you adverting his gaze onto your hands that are still laying on your thigh intertwined. "Two till eight.“ You mumble eyes still on his face, he nodded looking at the clock. It was only twelve. "Wanna get something to eat?“ he decided to ask you "What?“ "Breakfast? I know this cafe close to your place.“ he smiled at you and you nodded.

You stepped inside the cafe after he held the door open for you and suddenly a lot of eyes were looking your way. You unconsciously took a step closer to Hopper who was looking for a table. After you sat down infront of him a waitress appeared, who after taking your order started to whisper with two of the girls that also worked there, glancing in your direction every few seconds. You looked at your hands. "Hey you alright?“ Hopper asked "Yeah just.. just not used to this kind of attention..“ he furrowed his brows, before you could answer your order came and you mumbled a thank you to the waitress. He looked around, eyes turning away. "Let them talk.“ he shrugged "But doesn’t it bother you? I don’t want them to talk bad about you.“ he laughed "Sweetheart they’ve said worse things about me. Trust me.“ after that you relaxed a little and it was actually really nice but soon enough you had to work. The waitress put the bill on the table and you reached out for it but Hopper was faster and you started to argue with him but it was useless he wouldn’t let you pay.

"I‘ll see you at eight?“ he asked as he parked in front of the Diner, "Yep.“ "Okay.“ he mumbled as you kissed his cheek. Walking towards the entrance you turn around before opening the door, smiling and waving at him. Entering the diner a dopey smile still on your face Charlotte catches your eyes from behind the counter smiling at you knowingly. She followed you into the back "Any news?“ she asks in a sing song voice "Nah, but we had breakfast before coming here. It was nice.“ "That’s what got you so giddy.“ you sighted "Char I’m really into him. Like it’s so bad.“ she shrugged "It’s not that bad. You haven’t dated anyone in forever. I think you should make a move.“ your eyes widened at her words "No, no I can’t- what if he doesn’t like me like that?!“ Charlotte rolled her eyes "I already told you he likes you!“

"But what if you’re wrong.“ she pointed a finger at you "I am not. I got you right didn’t i?“ "I really-" you were interrupted by another voice "I don’t want to disturb your little chat but we have customers.“ one of the other waitresses appeared in the door.

Your shift seemed to drag on for days but soon enough the blazer was seen trough the glass front of the diner and the man that had occupied your mind the whole afternoon stepped out. The door opened and your eyes met his, you both smiled at the same time and he came to the counter where you were standing "Hey again.“ he said low "Hi.“ you smiled at him "What can I get you?“ he ordered a cheeseburger. "Oh hey Chief.“ Mandy, the other woman that worked today said to him "Aren’t you tired of being used as a chauffeur?“ She sneered and you huffed, Mandy never liked you for some reason. Jim frowned "No why would I? Driving around the prettiest girl in Hawkins, i should feel honored she let me been seen with her.“ he answered and Charlotte elbowed you before mouthing a "see?“ to wich you rolled your eyes but still blushed while the butterflies went crazy in your stomach. "The prettiest girl in Hawkins.“ his words played in your mind on repeat. Mandy didn’t said anything anymore, excusing herself to bring fries to a couple that sat near the door. You and Jim just smiled at each other again for a second before you went to get his order.

"And Chief any news on the aliens?“ you heard Charlotte ask and couldn’t help but chuckle. When you came back with the burger they were still talking but your brain was fogged you chewed on your lip when you heard your name being said "Huh?“ you said looking up.

"Ready to go?“ Hopper had asked You.

"When is your car going to be done?“ Your face fell a little at his question as you looked out of the window of his car. "Tired of being my chauffeur?“ you tried to joke but he didn’t laughed "Don’t listen to her. I don’t mind driving you. Actually I like it, spending time with you that is.“ you smiled at him "I like spending time with you too.“

"Good then maybe we should continue with it once you got your car back.“ the car drive was almost over "Yeah I would like that.“ you tried to hide the smile that was about to appear on your face, but failed.

While you cooked dinner, you thought about everything that happened today. Not only did Hopper called you beautiful, went to a cafe with you but you also found out that the body of Will Byers was fake and they hid a microphone in Hoppers trailer. What was going on in Hawkins? Sitting down to eat your food you couldn’t help but miss him. It was stupid really, you saw him almost the whole day yet you couldn’t wait to see him again tomorrow. And the fact that he told you that he liked spending time with you and would like to see you regularly wasn’t helping to forget about your feelings for him. Maybe Charlotte was right, your last relationship was years ago and what was holding you back? He clearly didn’t disliked you. But did he liked you the way you liked him?

While you ate your pasta Jim was on his way home. He didn’t noticed much about the town he drove trough as his mind wandered back to the morning and how he woke up after being knocked out, how we was at Joyce’s house, with you on his mind the whole time, he felt like shit for standing you up. The moment he saw you he immediately felt better, more at ease. He really hoped you two really wouldn’t stop seeing each other once your car was repaired.

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#hopper imagine #hopper x reader #jim hopper imagine #jim hopper x reader #stranger things imagine

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fuckingthefictional · 4 years ago

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One more hour

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Reader

AN: yoooo I highly recommend listening to Anthony Ramos- ‘One more hour’ while reading this. I gave up half way through but enjoy anyway!

Philip, what happened to you last night?”

“My man, It's crazy”

“Bro, you disappeared, did you leave with Y/N?”

“Yeah man, we were just hanging out man, and then we just kept goin' from one spot to another and-“

“What time did y'all get in?”

“like five or six or something like that, the sun was definitely coming up”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, let me tell you about it”

Here's how it happened- Downtown Manhattan, Chillin' with everybody in the cast and Pregame of swiftin' After work sippin'

Before moving to a big city, Y/N could never have possibly anticipated the sound of traffic being even remotely calming.

However, the longer she lived in a busy city, the more she learned to appreciate the sound of people in their cars.

It was oddly calming, the idea of hundreds of thousands of different people going about their lives.

The idea never ceased to get her creativity flowing, she could just listen for hours to the soft hum of engines for hours on end.

“Hey Y/N.”

Y/N felt her body jump in surprise as she heard someone speak in front of her, looking up from her work , she turned to find Philip Hamilton stood by her.

They’d both worked together at the New York Post for a couple of years now- ever since the pair had both been interns, fresh out of college.

It was fair to say that Y/N had a crush on Philip since the first time they met

“A bunch of us are going to Montero’s after work, d’you fancy coming with?”

Y/N swore she could feel her heart stop in her chest.

“M-me?” The woman stuttered in shock, her eyes wide and brows high.

Philip chuckled nervously, as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean yeah, I’d really like it if you came- o-only if you want to, of course”

Y/N found herself giggling at the curly haired boys nervousness, “I’d love to,” she smiled in response,” what time are we all leaving?”

“Planning on leaving at around 6, and then staying out for however long we feel like.” He flashed his pearly whites in her direction, making Y/N’s heart flutter once again.

“Okay,” looking down at her outfit she sighed in frustration. It was very... professional, “I wish I’d brought something to change into now.”

“You really don’t need a change of clothes Y/N,” Philip skimmed his eyes up and down her outfit, before clearing his throat, “You look good in everything...”

You could feel your face turn pink, as you became flustered.

“...Especially when you blush like that.”

One drink to two 'til we on the train trippin'. Four four and A, Let's take the A. We gettin' lit 'cause we had a long day- Spot ain't too far, Big crew to start. But now we alone talkin' shit at the bar

Y/N found herself sipping a last gulp of her glass of wine, she savouring the taste in her mouth as she listened to her coworker, Theo chatter on about her engagement.

It was hard to keep focused on the other woman though, as Y/N kept catching Philip’s gaze from across the bar.

It wasn’t long at all before Philip strolled over with a few more of Y/N’s coworkers in tow. In his hands he held an additional glass of wine in his hands, which he slid towards her as he sat down in the both beside her.

“Is this for me?” Y/N questioned the curly haired boy.

“Only if you want it,” Philip shrugged, “Just thought you deserved another round, especially after the day we’ve had.”

Y/N giggled softly as she bumped his shoulder against hers, “thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Hours ticked by as fellow Coworkers began to pack up their things and say their farewells.

And it wasn’t long until it was just Philip and herself sat alone talking at the bar together.

It was strange, how comfortable Y/N felt with Philip. Obviously they knew each Other well, but around him it felt like time moved quickly without her knowledge.

“Holy crap, do you remember George Eaker?” Y/N laughed into her wine glass, as she remembered what a stupid situation she had been placed into.

“Oh God- he was an asshole.” Philip grumbled.

“He wasn’t that bad!”

“He flirted with you non-stop for a month- it was horrible.”

The young woman smiled cheekily at the guy in front of her, “Aw is lil Pip jealous?” She ruffled his soft head of hair, watching as he flushed red in response.

Then we held eyes way too long, started feeling something more- always been just friends before. Now I don't really wanna go!

“Well maybe I was.” He muttered under a bated breath.

Y/N swore she felt her body freeze up, since when did Philip like her like this? I mean she wasn’t complaining but- they’d always been “just friends”.

They held eye contact for a few moments, something that had to be too long to be considered a normal friend thing.

As she looked into Philip’s eyes, she noticed a gnawing feeling in her stomach, one that told her: ‘she didn’t want to be just friends with Pip- she wanted something more.’

Now this place is closin', they callin' last round, I got another spot around the corner if you down. Tomorrow we ain't workin', so maybe one more? But homie, no pressure, we can call it if you want

“It’s probably time we go,” Y/N spoke softly, “they’re calling last rounds.” She downed the rest of the wine in her glass as she started working on gathering up her things.

The bar was slowly becoming more and more desolate, as the customers began to filter out of the exit and into the streets.

A select few of the patrons were working on getting a last order in, before the bar shut for the night.

Philip cleared his throat, “Y’know, I know another place around the corner if you’re down to go?” He took a few seconds to rethink his words, as a moment later he added on a panicked, “But no pressure, we can call it a night if you want?”

She said, "Nah, let's make a move, and I'ma trust you. But if this place is wack you gon' be callin’ my- Ooh

Y/N mulled over the decision in her mind for a minute. She really wanted to.

“Oh what the hell!” The young woman declared, “we’re not working tomorrow, but I swear to God Pip if this place is whack you’ll be the one having to call my parents”

Philip chuckled in response, as he hopped off of the bar stool and held his hand out for her to take.

Without even a second thought, she took his larger hand in hers.

Philip’s palms were warm (but not sweaty or clammy) Which played a huge contrast in comparison to Y/N’s own freezing cold hands, And whenever he squeezed her hand in excitement- Y/N could feel the butterflies erupt in her belly.

It was small things like this, that never failed to make Y/N fall more in love with Philip Hamilton.

5 minutes of walking later, Philip finally halted in front of a rather rustic looking bar- that maybe was beginning to border i on scrappy looking.

The neon sign above the entrance read ‘Valentinos’ in a glowing red font.

Y/N would be lying if she said that she wasn’t nervous about entering the building.

“My dad and his friends used to frequent here back in college,” Philip explained, before continuing on “it’s usually quite quiet and it stays open late.”

Y/N could feel her heart hammering inside her chest- she didn’t know what to make of this place.

Her anxiety was obviously noticed by the young man holding her hand, as seconds later he took her face in his hands.

Philip gently caressed her cheeks as he spoke softly in a soothing manner, “I don’t want to force you into anything that you’re not comfortable with- But I promise it’ll be safe inside.”

Y/N found herself listening to his words.

Philip wouldn’t put her in any immediate danger- she could feel it.

Inside the bar was better than Y/N had expected, it was clean and there were plenty of spare tables to sit at.

So they sat, sipping their new sounds of drinks, at the back of the bar.

Slowly letting time slip in between their fingertips.

Never mind, never mind, ‘cause soon as we arrive, got a spot up in the back, back to losing track of time.

Hours later, both Philip and Y/N stumbled out of Valentino’s- slightly tipsy and high on life.

Outside was dark, and it was obvious how late the night had gotten.

Y/N wasn’t even overly surprised when she looked at her phone, And found that the time was half past 3 in the morning.

the dim glow of the street lights lit up the strips of sidewalk, And the bustle had for the most part stopped.

But she could still hear the sound of the trains below their feet, as the transport continued to set off and arrive to and from the subway platform.

And other than that, the only thing Y/N could hear was the steady breathing coming from Philip.

“It's been a good night, I mean, I hope we can do this again for real,” he pulled Y/N closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. But Y/N didn’t mind one bit, “but We should probably head out ‘Cause, you know- There's nowhere else to go, ‘should probably head on home.”

Y/N watched Philip take his phone out of his pocket, as he pressed on the Uber app. Ready to call Y/N a cab back home.

“Stop!” Y/N didn’t know what urged her to take Philip’s face into her hands, but she followed through as she followed on, “Let's go one more hour! Usually I'm gone now- I'm not ready, I don't really wanna go.”

A split second later Philip’s mouth was on hers, as the pair met in a hot, passionate kiss.

It was everything that Y/N could’ve imagined, as the young man tugged at her Y/H/C locks on her head.

She let out a pleasured groan at the sensation, and she could feel Philip’s smile pressing up against her lips.

“One more hour huh?” Philip mumbled, “Does that include being at my apartment?”

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euphoria-vmin7 · 4 years ago

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Gnossienne Pt.3 | myg

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: angst, violence (though it’s not too too graphic), mentions of blood, swearing, non idol! au, mentions of weapons (guns, etc.), some fluff but it’s mostly angst, mafia! au

words: 6,366

rating: pg-15 (violence and swearing)

–summary: how could you have been so blind? didn’t you know everything about him?

a/n: okay YES i know that i haven’t updated this series in forever but i kinda got stuck on it. but now i’ve figured myself out SO here’s part 3!! i hope you guys like it :)

Gnossienne

gno·ssi·enne

n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life

****

| part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Yoongi quickly looked down at the shirt in his hand. Reddish, iron colored blotches and streaks littered the front of the white t-shirt.

“Woah, hey!” he said, trying to catch your appalled gaze. “Yes, it’s blood. I sliced my finger while cutting vegetables for my grandma. See?”

He held up his left hand where the pointer and middle fingers were wrapped with gauze.

“It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged. You sighed in relief.

“Jeez, that scared me. That’s a lot of blood, I thought something worse happened,”

“Nah, I didn’t realize I hurt myself at first so I ended up getting the blood everywhere,”

You nodded in understanding before taking his hand.

“Still, I don’t like that you got hurt like this,” you said quietly, smoothing your thumb over his palm. He shook his hand out of your grasp and instead raised it to your cheek.

“Hey, I’m fine. I promise. Don’t worry so much. You trust me right?” he asked, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at you. You nuzzled your cheek into his palm and nodded immediately.

“Always,”

Min Seo ran up to you on Monday morning, an eager smile gracing her face.

“Well?”

You raised a brow, your coffee mug pausing halfway to your lips.

“Well what?”

She clicked her tongue in irritation and she rolled her eyes.

“What do you mean ‘well what’? What did he say?” she pressed. You blinked, feeling stupid.

“What did who say?”

She stared at you.

“(Name), sometimes I wonder just how stupid you are,”

“Excuse me?”

“Yoongi, (Name). Yoongi!”

“What about Yoongi?!”

She groaned with unhidden exaggeration.

“What did he say? About your promotion?”

You gasped.

“He’s back, right? You mentioned that he was back on Saturday. So what did he say?” she asked with a grin. You weakly smacked her, realizing your fault.

“I forgot to tell him,” you sighed, putting your hand on your forehead. She blinked owlishly

“What?! How do you forget something like that?? You telling me that you didn’t talk to him at all since last week? Not even on the phone?!”

“No! I did, I just thought I’d surprise him,” you groaned. She rolled her eyes at you and shook her head.

“Wow (Last Name) (Name) you really amaze me with your stupidity sometimes,”

You glared at her and pulled out your phone.

[4:03 p.m.] (Name): you wanna go out for dinner tonight?

“What better way to surprise him than over dinner?” you smiled as you tucked your phone away. Min Seo flashed you a thumbs up. You grinned and sat back down at your desk, resuming research. Since your story had done well, your supervisors were looking for a continuation and more stories about these gangs. So the story was now assigned to you and you were in charge of finding more things about them.

“Looks like we’re stuck together huh, buddy?” you muttered, placing a palm under your cheek as you zoomed into a blurry screenshot of one of the members - the bulky one with a lot of piercings.

[4:14 p.m.] Grumpy: sure. what’s the occasion?

[4:15 p.m.] (Name): to celebrate the end of my peace and quiet

[4:15 p.m.] Grumpy: and for that reason you’ll be paying

You smoothed down the folds of your dress and smiled at your reflection. Sure, it wasn’t too fancy of a dinner, but it was still more posh than the two of you regularly indulged in, so why not dress up?

“You’re really not gonna tell me why we’re doing this?” Yoongi asked, walking into the bathroom while buttoning up his collared shirt.

“I told you it was to celebrate the end of peace for me,” you smiled teasingly, letting your eyes rest on his frowning reflection.

“Okay okay,” you sighed catching his expression. “Truth is, I missed you and I just wanted to spend time with you,” you confessed, turning away from the mirror to look at him. Yoongi smiled, his gums emerging from behind his pink lips. He didn’t say anything else, simply opting for a chaste kiss to your forehead before exiting the bathroom.

You bit your lip in excitement as Yoongi’s car pulled up to the restaurant and quickly stepped out. Yoongi followed behind you while loosening his tie in irritation. You laughed softly as you told the hostess your name.

“Why did you wear a tie if you weren’t gonna be comfortable?”

“Well you dressed up nice so I didn’t wanna come looking like I was homeless,” he grumbled, his hand dropping his tie and instead slipping around your waist. You snorted.

“Don’t you wear a tie to work everyday?” you asked and Yoongi licked his lips.

“Irrelevant,”

You chuckled as the hostess led you both to your table and you took a seat. After some measly small chat and once your orders were placed, you cleared your throat and placed your hands on the table. Yoongi looked up from his bread with a raised brow.

“I have something to tell you,” you tried to say seriously though your leg was bouncing in excitement.

“Yes?” Yoongi asked, putting his knife down. You were about to tell him, but Yoongi’s phone went off, vibrating against the table. Your eyes darted to the screen and took in the caller ID.

“Shit,” Yoongi muttered, before declining the call. His dark eyes settled back on you and he smiled lightly. “What were you saying?”

“Oh,” you grinned, pushing the two letters out of your head. “Well, while you were in Dae-” you stopped abruptly as his phone began to buzz again. NJ again appeared on his screen. He cursed once more and you frowned.

“Maybe you should get that, Yoongi? It might be important,”

Yoongi looked away from his phone to study your face and once he realized that you were okay, he smiled gratefully.

“Thanks baby. I’ll be right back,” he stood up and placed his napkin on the table before grabbing his phone and heading out.

“What is it...?” you heard his voice trail off into the phone as he stepped outside to take the call. You sighed and dragged your finger over the rim of your glass. You couldn’t even have it in you to be annoyed that he was bringing work into your time. After all, Yoongi worked so hard everyday and the amount of effort he put into helping his coworkers was so admirable. After a few minutes, Yoongi walked back inside, a deep frown on his face.

“All okay?” you asked as he sat down in front of you. His expression eased immediately and he nodded.

“Yeah just some idiot messing shit up at work. It’s fine,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Anyway, what were you trying to tell me, babe?”

“Right,” you cleared your throat and grinned. “So while you were in Daegu….I submitted my article!”

“No way!” Yoongi smiled. “How did it go?”

“Really well!”

“Yeah?” he asked but then he frowned. “But I thought you needed evidence,”

“Well…” you trailed off and his eyes narrowed.

“What?”

“I did some more research,” you admitted and he shut his eyes.

“(Name), I thought we agreed that would be dangerous and that you wouldn’t try to get closer!” he asked, a crease between his brows.

“I know,” you said immediately. “I know. I promise that I didn’t put myself into any danger, Yoongi!”

“How do you know that?!” he fired at you and you pursed your lips. At your expression, he sighed. “What did you end up submitting as evidence?”

“Oh I….” you hesitated and then spilled only a part of the truth. “A video. Some kind of footage of a gang talking,”

“Footage?” his eyes narrowed. “What kind of footage? Where did you get it?”

“O-Online,” you said, and you immediately regretted the lie. But, it’s fine. You were only doing it to stop his worrying. It didn’t really matter where you got that footage. Besides, it was surely taken offline anyway. Right?

Yoongi sighed. “Online. Alright,”

He didn’t say anything else, instead resuming with buttering his bread. You looked down dejectedly. Why was it so hard to tell him? You just wanted to say you got a promotion. But instead the conversation had pissed him off. The rest of the dinner felt off. Though you both did talk to each other, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about your accomplishment. Even he, you could tell, was still irritated and you couldn’t help but feel like you disappointed him. After all, he was worrying about your own safety. He stood by while you were first discovering the gang but he had warned you that interfering with them could be dangerous. And he was right? Who’s to say that the gang isn’t aware of your nosiness at this very moment. Suddenly your food didn’t seem so tasty. Even the ride home had a tense air and you didn’t like it.

“I…” you started weakly and you could feel Yoongi open his eyes from behind you. You turned around in his embrace and tried to make out his facial features in the dark. “I submitted the article and everyone was super happy with it. I got a promotion. That’s what I wanted to tell you. That’s why I asked you to dinner today…”

It felt good telling him, even though you wanted it to happen in a better setting. Not when you had ticked him off and made him worry. Yoongi’s gaze softened considerably, or at least, you hoped it did.

“I know I still told you that I wouldn’t dig deeper,” you gulped, finding a string on his black t-shirt more interesting than his face. “B-But I really wanted to find out more. I really wanted that promotion. I thought about my parents. Maybe they would actually talk to me now that I have a better paying job. A-And I figured that it would help us too. I mean you always did say that you wanted to move out of this crappy apartment and-” you took a breath. “I’m really sorry Yoongi. I thought you’d be happier,”

Yoongi sighed. “(Name)...I’m not mad okay? I just get really worried. I mean this isn’t just a common story, right? These are gangs. They’re dangerous,”

You nodded miserably. “I know,”

“And I’m not saying this to scare you but I’m sure that they wouldn’t like people digging into their crimes and stuff. What would I do if they came after you, huh?”

Once again, you nodded mutely.

“But,” he said. “That doesn’t mean I’m not proud of you,”

You looked up and he smiled. “You managed to put together a story that basically had no evidence to support it and proved a lot of people wrong. And you got a promotion. That’s amazing (Nickname),”

You grinned. “Thanks, Yoongs. I’m really sorry for not listening to you,”

“It’s okay,” he sighed and pulled you closer to him, his hand rubbing your back gently. “Just no more okay?”

“But I’m the only one in charge of this story,” you said. “It’s part of my promotion,”

He groaned but relented. “Fine, just promise me no more digging. You can use evidence that shows up from the police and shit. But I don’t want you trying to follow them around for pictures and an autograph, got it?”

Hearing the sarcastic irritation in his voice made you giggle and you nuzzled in his chest with a smile. “Okay okay. You’re so bossy,”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Someone’s got to keep your ass out of trouble,”

A few weeks later you woke up with a horrible back ache and an ugly wetness between your legs. Rolling onto your back slowly, you frowned with displeasure as you realized what time of the month it was. After cleaning yourself up, you trudged into the kitchen where Yoongi stood leaning against the counter. His reading glasses were perched low on his nose as he scanned the paper, a steaming cup of black coffee in his other hand. You slid your arms around him and sighed, pressing your cheek into his shoulder blade.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his eyes remaining on the paper.

“Morning,” you answered nuzzling into his warmth.

“What?” he chuckled.

“What?” you repeated, confused.

“Why so clingy this fine morning?”

You pouted and pulled away. “I love you?”

“Ah,” he hummed in thought. “Period?”

You blinked slowly. “How did you know?”

He scoffed before setting the paper down. “Stupid question. I’m stuck with you everyday. I can tell these things by now,”

You rolled your eyes as you dropped a slice of toast into the toaster. “Don’t act cool,”

“I don’t need to act for that,” he shrugged and you snorted before pouring yourself a glass of water.

“What’s the plan for today?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi responded. “It’s been a long fucking week. I’m just going to relax today,”

You grinned as he plopped down on the couch in exhaustion. Leaning down to kiss his cheek, you patted his shoulder.

“Good. I can’t remember the last time I saw you relax. Has to be...maybe a decade?”

He rolled his eyes. “Well you’re disturbing me now,” he pointed out.

You laughed and sat down next to him as he turned on some morning show. With the pain in your lower abdomen, a day of relaxation sounded like heaven.

“Hey Yoongi?” you asked a couple hours later after rummaging around in the bathroom.

“Yeah?” he called from his spot on the couch, laptop balanced on his legs.

“Can you do me a favor?” you asked, standing up and dusting your hands on your pants.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you run out and buy me some supplies? I’m almost out,” you asked and Yoongi sighed before grinning.

“This is why you restock before it starts, (Nickname). Everyone at the store knows me as the boyfriend who’s always buying pads. All the old ladies keep giggling at me,” he laughed while standing up.

“Well I would go,” you started indignantly. “But I look like a mess and I’m too lazy to get ready. You look fabulous all the time,”

He rolled his eyes. “No need to flatter me. I’ll go get some,”

You beamed at him. “Thanks Yoongi,” you kissed his cheek gently as he moved to tug his shoes on. You plopped on the couch before lazily scrolling through the channels as you heard your boyfriend shut the door behind him. After watching some movie for a few minutes, you shivered at how cold the room was, goosebumps prickling along your skin. You thought of going to find a blanket, but then you remembered that you had Yoongi. One of his big warm sweaters would do nicely. You stood up ignoring the chill that ran up your spine and made your way into your bedroom before pulling open Yoongi’s closet. Flicking on the light switch, you tapped your chin as your eyes raked over the clothing. Finally deciding on his black pullover, you turned to go back to your movie when something caught your eye. Under a pile of dark clothes in the corner of the closet, something shiny glinted in the light. You reached down and pulled up the clothes, briefly realizing that you had never seen these clothes on Yoongi before. You grabbed the object, feeling the cool metal on your warm fingertips and pulled it up. The brass knuckles in your hand made you gasp out loud.

“What the hell?!” you whispered to the emptiness of your apartment, the cold object feeling foreign in your hand. You flipped it over to examine it. They were slightly worn out and dirty, as though they had been used for a long time. The thought made you shiver. These couldn’t be Yoongi’s. What would he need brass knuckles for? Yoongi had never fought anybody. You glanced at the pile of clothes you had found the brass knuckles with.

“Probably one of his friend’s stuff?” you muttered to yourself, though your own voice sounded unsure. “Yeah that’s gotta be it,”

You quickly dropped the metal in between the clothes and rummaged them around to make them look as you had found them. You tugged Yoongi’s sweater on and shut the closet quickly, an uneasy feeling in your gut. You didn’t want to see or think about that ever again.

You lazily scrolled through websites on your laptop, eyes searching for updates about the gang you had been hunting. The TV was quietly droning with the news in your empty apartment. Yoongi was still at work and you craved his words of comfort because honestly, you felt like you had hit a dead end. You had come back home much earlier than you had expected, and your apartment wasn’t helping your lack of inspiration either.

“-and gangsters causing problems in the neighborhood. This symbol has been officially marked as dangerous and any civilian who sees it should report it to the authorities. These gangs are getting more suspicious and dangerous as time goes on and are currently under heavy investigation. They’re suspected to be major players in the underground drug cartel and the major robberies occurring around the city. Though there haven’t been any cases of muggings reported, civilians are advised to be cautious at night and to report any illicit activity…”

“Damn, they’ve been busy,” you mumbled to yourself, tugging your laptop closer to begin taking notes on what you were hearing. Maybe that’s what the old woman you interviewed had overheard. Shipment issues related to drugs. You shook your head in disgust.

You heard the lock of the front door click and perked up. You tossed your laptop to the side and peeked over the back of the couch as Yoongi pushed his way inside wearily.

“Hey you’re home-” you paused. “What are you wearing?”

It seemed that Yoongi wasn’t expecting you home because he flinched and whipped his head up so fast you thought he might break something. His eyes were narrowed threateningly but then softened when they focused on you. But you were more focused on the black skin tight jeans and heavy black jacket he was wearing, which was certainly not his daily work attire.

“O-Oh I-,” he cleared his throat. “I had to change since some idiot at work spilled coffee all over my clothes. These are some spares I had for emergencies,”

He chuckled to himself as he shook his head, walking into the living room to bend down and kiss you.

“Oh,” you said lamely. “You changed your shoes too?”

You raised a brow at the black combat boots that he most definitely didn’t wear to work that morning. He looked at you with a slightly nervous grin and shrugged. “It matched the outfit,”

You snorted and sat down properly, now focusing on the TV and droning out Yoongi’s movements. You didn’t notice how Yoongi paused to listen to the news, a quiet curse leaving his lips before he started to the bedroom.

“I’m gonna be on some office phone calls, baby. Just don’t disturb for a little while, ‘kay?” Yoongi asked you with a sweet smile and you tore your attention from the screen.

“Okay,” you grinned and nodded at him. He flashed you another small smile and shut the door to your shared bedroom.

“So you’ll get something on your way back?” you asked as you rummaged around your purse for your bus ticket.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighed on the other end of the receiver. “Ever since this stupid project started we’ve had so much more work to do. Sorry I can’t be home earlier to eat with you, baby,”

You smiled sweetly through the phone regardless of the fact that he couldn't see you.

“It’s okay. You know I admire how hard-working you are,” you shook your head with a grin as you sat down. That earned you a tired chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Thanks for always being so understanding, (Name),” Yoongi said, and you laughed.

“Don’t need to thank me. Just take care of yourself and come home soon. I miss you,”

Yoongi chuckled fondly and voiced an affirmative. After a farewell and a quick “I love you” you ended the call and got comfortable in your seat before tugging on your earbuds and shutting your eyes. You would probably catch a quick nap before you reached the apartment. At least, that’s what you wanted to do.

Only a few minutes had passed when you suddenly felt a chill run up your spine. The hairs on your arms stood up and a wave of uneasiness passed over you. You peeled your eyes open to look around. The bus was mostly empty, given one or two passengers. They all seemed normal however, except for one.

He was looking straight at you when you made eye contact with him. He sat straight, dressed in all black with a heavy leather jacket making his frame look even larger. His big arms were crossed menacingly and you wished you could put a face to his description but the mask he was wearing covered everything but his eyes.

Dragon eyes.

He tore his eyes away from yours as soon as you looked and you shivered a bit. You were probably overthinking it.

That didn’t mean you wanted to spend more time having a staring contest with this man, however. You quickly shut your eyes again and pretended to fall asleep, because even though you knew he was looking at you, it felt a lot safer to not be looking straight into those eyes.

You must’ve been on that bus for hours, or at least it felt like hours. When the bus pulled up by the stop just near your apartment, you quickly stood up and hurried down the aisle, not sparing anyone a passing glance. You stepped out into the nighttime and breathed out in relief before starting the walk to your building. When you glanced back to the window of the bus, the man was pulling out his phone and placing it near his ear as the bus started rolling away. Your racing heartbeat began calming down as you reached the door to your building. You weren’t sure who that man was, but you knew he was intimidating as hell. If he was actually staring at you, and hopefully he wasn’t, you wished you would never cross paths with him again.

You sighed and brushed a few strands of hair out of your face as you climbed up the front steps and went to open the main door. You wished that Yoongi was waiting for you at home so that you could cuddle up with him, share a bowl of ramen, and tell him about your day and this man and how nervous he made you. But Yoongi had work. You could never be angry at him though. Yoongi was so hard-working and he was doing his best to pitch in and help you both lead comfortable lives. Just the thought of your sweet boyfriend made you smile as you moved to tug the door open.

Pressure on your face made your eyes widen in confusion and before you could realize anything it was already too late. The cloth being pressed against your nose and lips was doused in chloroform and though you had never even had the chance to see it, you knew. You tried to shout but the hand pressed harder, making the sounds more muffled. Your heart rate spiked once again as a big arm wrapped around your body and began dragging you down the stairs. You were crying and you didn’t even realize it. Instead you were trying your hardest to get a hit on the person behind you. You rammed your elbow back and hit a body, which released a low masculine grunt. His grip loosened a bit and you managed to take two steps before he grabbed you once again. Though now, your vision was blurring and your head was spinning and everything was going out of focus. You tried hard not to breathe in, but eventually your lungs burned and you took one more breath and everything went black.

The first thing you could smell was dampness. The smell of wet concrete and mold filled your burning nostrils before you could even open your eyes. When you had fully gained consciousness, you chose to keep your eyes closed, opting to strain your ears and listen to your surroundings. You could faintly hear the sound of clanging metal and the rush of a few cars but other than that it was silent. You peeled your eyes open and your heart dropped.

You were on an old couch, brown with stains of things you didn’t want to know. A dirty rug decorated the concrete floor and you looked around with tears pooling in your eyes at the metal walls. Was this some kind of warehouse? Cigarette butts and bottles were haphazardly strewn across the floor and you suddenly felt sick to your stomach. You had to find a way out. You stood up shakily and tried to find your bag, but of course it was nowhere to be seen, which meant that your phone and house keys were gone too.

Oh god, Yoongi would be so worried.

You wondered whether he had called the police or if he was searching for you or if he was going crazy with worry before a thought struck. How long had you been here? If it had only been a few hours and Yoongi was still working then there was a chance that he didn’t even know you were taken at all. You gulped as nausea rolled over your gut once again. You began quickly and shakily stumbling towards the only door you could see, freedom tasting bitter on your tongue.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,”

Your heart leapt into your throat as you quickly turned around. Plump pink lips were stretching into a menacing smirk as narrow brown eyes shone with mischief. You knew him. You knew this man.

He was graceful and he was familiar. Faded orange hair, a toned body, it was him.

No.

You stumbled back and the man clicked his tongue. “Careful sweetness, you’ll fall,” he sighed. “And don’t try anything. I’m prepared,”

His fingers tapped his side where you could see his gun and you shakily gulped.

“You’re lucky we didn't decide to handcuff you or something,” he said nonchalantly.

“What do you want with me?” you asked, sounding much braver than you felt.

“I don’t really know. I’m just following leader’s orders. He said you were a threat and that’s why you’re here. And no, we’re not gonna kill you. As long as you don’t give us a reason to,” the man sighed as you opened your mouth.

“U-Um,” you started and the man raised a brow at your stutter. Fuck, he was intimidating. “How am I a threat?”

Please don’t be what I’m thinking.

He chuckled. “You tell me (Last Name) (Name),”

You didn't even bother asking the cliche “how do you know my name?” question. It was clear to you now. The gang knew you and they were angry with you for digging up on them. Yoongi was right. You had never felt such a horrible sense of regret and you feared you weren’t getting out of this alive.

“The research I’ve been doing?” you asked nervously. The man smiled sweetly, a contrast to his intimidating aura.

“Mhmmm~” he sang, sitting down on the couch as you stood anxiously. “But anyways, contrary to what those stupid fuckers in the news make us sound like, we aren’t demons. We don’t kill innocent people,”

You raised a brow but allowed a bit of hope to settle in your chest.

“You didn't really know what you were doing and from the research Hoseok hyung has done on you, it was only to make your company happy, right?”

You nodded slowly, briefly wondering who the hell Hoseok was. But the fact that this man was apparently understanding your situation was much more important. He wasn’t going to kill you.

“But I still think that she knows too much,” someone said, and you turned to the door to see a taller man walk in, a scowl on his face. In his hands was a bowl of plain rice and a water bottle and you eyed him from head to toe, instantly recognizing him from his piercings and bigger build. Knife boy.

“C’mon Jungkookie~” the man on the couch purred teasingly. “Don’t scare her,”

The bigger man looked to the other in shock and disgust. “Hyung don’t say our fucking names what if she-”

“She’s not going anywhere and she’s not gonna tell anyone,” he sighed. “Isn’t that right, darling?”

As a barely hidden threat, the orange-haired man tapped his gun and you nodded meekly. He suddenly smiled brightly as though he didn’t just threaten your life. Knife boy rolled his eyes and handed you the food, which you began scarfing down without a second thought. He raised a brow but didn’t say anything else.

“Jin hyung told me to bring her some food,” he muttered. “Because we’re not supposed to starve hostages,” he added sarcastically. The orange-haired male simpered.

“See?” he asked you teasingly. “We’re taking care of you,”

“Oh shut up Jimin,” another voice chuckled. “Quit acting like that. It isn’t you,”

Another man walked in, around the same height as “Jungkookie” with silver hair. His voice was deep and you recognized it from the footage. But it still sounded more familiar, like that wasn’t the only time you’d heard it. You racked your brain trying to find it, but could come up with nothing. On a completely different note, he was so extremely pretty. He had a sculpted face and unique eyes and his pink lips curved into a weak smile.

“I came to check if she was awake. Namjoon hyung wants to talk to her,” the deep voice of the man washed over you. “Jungkook, I thought you were on interrogation duty,”

“Yeah but then Jin hyung called,” Jungkook grumbled. “He told me to get her something to eat,”

“I’m sorry, can I please leave?” you interjected pleadingly, tears forming in your eyes because you were so scared and tired and you missed home. “I swear I won’t do anything more. I’ll keep my mouth shut just please let me go home. I didn't know, I’m sorry,”

The silver-haired male's eyes softened a bit but Jungkook spoke up in exhaustion.

“Look, we’d like to get you out of here and forget that you exist, too. But Namjoon hyung still has to decide what to do with you,”

Your blood ran cold. Decide what to do with you. Why did that sound like there was still a possibility that you could be killed? You hoped that this Namjoon was understanding but another part of you was convinced he wasn’t going to be. You were about to find out.

Namjoon was the man on the bus. You were absolutely sure of it. Though the man on the bus had his entire face covered, you would never forget those cold eyes. Dragon eyes.

The same eyes that were looking down at you with a steely, calculating gaze. You wanted to cry so badly but you bit your lip and forced the tears back. Yoongi would tell you to be strong.

“(Last Name) (Name). 21. Aspiring journalist. Did I get the basics?” Namjoon asked in a rough yet cold voice. You nodded slowly and he glanced down at you. “You’ve been getting yourself into places you shouldn't be Miss (Last Name),”

“I know I’m so sorry. Please don’t kill me,” the shaky words were out before you could stop them and your stomach dropped in fear.

Namjoon only sighed and asked you a question. “(Name), what do you think of us?”

“I-what?” you stuttered dumbly, feeling chills run up your spine.

“What do you think about us?” Namjoon repeated coolly and you balked.

“I….” you started. “..That you’re a dangerous gang,”

“And what makes us dangerous?”

“The fact that you’re involved in underground drug trading and burglaries and deaths-”

“How many deaths have you heard about?”

“A-A few,” you responded dumbly, eyes flitting over to Taehyung whose lips twitched upwards a bit at your glance, as though trying to comfort you. Nothing about this situation was comforting.

“And how many of those were innocent civilians, (Name)?” Namjoon asked, turning away from you.

“I-I don’t-” you struggled but Namjoon answered for you.

“None. Because we never allow innocents to get hurt in our business. The deaths you saw were all related to people involved in this life. I promise you that we don’t hurt innocent people. We may not be good but we aren’t evil,”

Jimin blinked slowly with a calm smirk and your shoulders dropped a bit. “S-So you...aren’t gonna kill me?”

“No,” Namjoon’s eyes flitted to you and you saw the fatigue behind them. “But you have to make us a promise,”

“And keep it,” another man, Hoseok, added from his spot behind Namjoon.

“You cannot get involved with us anymore. It’s very dangerous for you and your loved ones. No more digging and outing us to the news. You’re forbidden. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” you agreed easily, anything to get away from the dangers these boys were pulling you into.

“Be serious,” the handsome broad shouldered man piped up. “Otherwise things won’t end well for you,”

“I’ll send Jungkook to kill you,” Namjoon commented offhandedly. You glanced at the bulky male and gulped. You didn't like him very much and with what you’ve seen him do with a knife, you weren’t taking any chances.

“Yes sir,” you bowed quickly. “I promise,”

In the back of your mind, you wondered how they could be letting you go like this. For all they knew, you could go rat them out to the police as soon as you left. That’s when you realized that they were serious. They really didn't hurt innocent people. Even the threat of sending Jungkook after you was to scare you. They’d never act on it. They didn’t hurt innocents. That’s why they were giving you a second chance.

“Good,” Namjoon’s lips turned up and you were surprised at the dimples that appeared. When he smiled he looked much less intimidating and more like an overgrown bear. “You’ll have to be blindfolded before you step outside but once you get into the van, Taehyung will take you straight back to your apartment.

“Thank you,” you smiled weakly before pausing. “Wait-Taehyung?”

“Oh, I didn’t get to introduce myself,” the silver-haired man grinned. “Sorry we had to do all that to you. I’m Taehyung,”

Wasn’t that the name of…?

You pushed the thought aside and nodded softly. You wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Just because they were letting you go didn’t mean you were suddenly going to trust them. You were sure each of them had identical guns to the ones tucked in Jimin’s black jeans. In Jungkook’s case, maybe more than one.

“Take her back Taehyung. And (Name),” Namjoon called out. “Remember your promise,”

You nodded mutely and followed Taehyung out. He walked you down a corridor in relative silence. Well, what exactly do you say to a kidnapper anyways?

“Um, I know you’re probably scared and upset. I’m really sorry you had to go through that. We don’t normally do these kind of things. But we had to make sure that you weren’t a threat,”

You only nodded again and Taehyung sighed. “We were protecting the people we care about. I think you’d understand if you were in the situation,”

“I...understand,” you mumbled and Taehyung hummed a bit. As you continued down the hallway, you heard a faint grunt of pain. Then some talking and then another shout. Taehyung didn't say anything and continued walking but as you got closer to the room, the sounds became louder.

“-better tell me who the fuck it is, buddy,”

“GO TO HELL, ASSHOLE!!”

The sound of metal colliding with flesh and the howl of pain that followed made your skin crawl.

“Mm try again. Who the fuck sent you after us, huh?”

“I…I can’t tell you, man,”

Another loud blow, this time earning a scream. Your skin crawled as bile rose in your throat. The room was only a few steps away now, the door slightly open.

“I have all night, bitch. I’ll be here until you’re in so much pain you’ll be begging to die,”

There was only a whimper to be heard as you reached the door. Taehyung’s back was getting further away but you still decided to glance inside. You wish you didn’t .

You wish you didn't catch the familiar black hair and pink lips bent over another man’s bloodied body. His hair was messy and wet and his lips were pulled back into a bored snarl. His pretty hands were splattered with blood and his fingers were sporting a familiar piece of metal.

“Tell me,” he sighed condescendingly. “Who sent you?”

“Go….fuck…...yourself,” the other man wheezed. His gums appeared, but not in the smile you knew, but rather in a malicious smirk. A dark chuckle escaped his lips and you watched with tears in your eyes as he reeled his knuckled fist back before shooting it straight into the man’s head. You stumbled back with a shaky cry of disbelief, tears spilling over as you saw his face completely. Taehyung turned around in confusion but your eyes weren’t on him. Dark eyes narrowed at the body, the dark eyes that sparkled with love for you, now empty and cold and cruel. Though they didn’t see yours, you saw everything clearly, and every last bit of trust in you shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

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