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yourmomsgranddad · 11 months

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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

— CHAPTER FIVE: You'll change your name, or change your mind and leave this fucked up place behind but I'll know, I'll know

— SUMMARY: The last day of summer and the trouble that followed it.

— WARNINGS: part of it told through reader's pov (sorry this is the last time i'm doing this promise), might be the longest chapter so far, sexual themes, no actual smut, the title has a curse word in it?

"And you're sure you want to know?"

"Positive."

You were now sitting in Kate's room, she figured you should be in private for this story.

"Alright. It started on the morning of our last day."

I had woken up early because I wanted to get a start on the day. We had so many things to do and not a lot of time to do it.

I went downstairs and my mom was not having the best time, considering my dad was on his way out. I went up to her to see what was going on but she brushed me off, going back to her drink.

I was worried about her but not enough to stop her. So I moved on.

I went over to your house, we went to the arcade, and completed the end of the list. The day was great. Everything was going to plan and we were so ecstatic about school.

But then I went home.

I was just going to grab my jumper so we could ride bikes. But when I returned home, everything was everywhere. All of the drawers in the kitchen were pulled out, all of my mom's clothes were on the floor and she was sitting in the middle of the floor, crying.

She told me my dad filed for divorce. He didn't want to be with her anymore and he blamed it on me. Said it was because he saw me and you kissing that night.

She got so mad at me. She said she wasn't ashamed but she didn't like the way my dad was looking at me different. I didn't notice, they were good at hiding it.

She kept pretending like she didn't blame me but I could tell, I was a kid but I wasn't stupid.

Then she dropped the bomb on me.

In less than 2 hours, a moving truck was going to come to my house and pull me away from you. She didn't care. She wanted so desperately for us to be apart. I mean, we broke up her marriage.

It was only fair.

And you remember what happened after that.

You came over, looking for me, my eyes were geysers. And my mom shoved me into the car before I could give you a true goodbye.

"All of that happened? How come I never noticed?" She was stunned, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"We were kids. And I didn't want to pull you into it. Just because my parents blamed you doesn't mean I did. I love you, Kate. And nothing my parents say could ever change that. My dad was gross anyway."

She wanted to laugh at your joke but you dropped a big ass bomb on her, she had to process it, little by little.

And you definitely looked like you didn't want to laugh. You had been carrying this with you forever, by yourself. Before she could stop herself, she reached forward and wrapped you in a tight, warming hug.

You wanted to cry but you just felt numb. It happened so long ago, you couldn't cry now. You already let it all out that day.

"I am so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't cause it."

You meant that. Sure, your dad claimed he didn't want the two of you making out, it grossed him out. But you didn't care. He was out of your life and that's where he was going to stay.

You wanted so bad to go home, bury yourself in your own blanket, and be completely mad at your mother for a reason she didn't remember.

But Kate insisted you stay. She didn't want you to be by myself at this time. And she was right.

Having Kate by your side did kind of help all the bad things you were feeling inside. You kind of went back to that moment, trapped in that car with your mom who didn't care that you had tears running down your face. But Kate sat there, made sure you stayed in the present.

She was very good at that.

You decided to stay quiet for the night, no television, just listening to each other's heartbeats. That's happened before.

It was like you did jump back into the past but you two were so close and in your own world, you couldn't be hurt by any of the outside that was trying to hit you.

You could be like this forever.

Your little bubble bursted in the morning when Kate woke up and you were no longer there. She was about to be sad about it when she realized, you're an adult. You didn't need to tell Kate where you were going.

But luckily you did.

Hey, thanks for the comfort last night. I really needed it. You're the bestest friend any girl could ever ask for. Sorry for the abrupt leaving, had to get to work. Thanks again. P.S, this is Y/n by the way.

Something about that note burned in Kate's insides. She liked that you left a note but she somehow didn't like the contents.

Bestest friend? Why was she so broken up about these words? I mean you were best friends, then why did it hurt? There was a twinge in her brain, like a migraine was already forming.

Great.

And that's not the last she heard of those words today.

Later on in the day, she was trying to enjoy her lunch when all the sudden, a grating voice had to come out of nowhere.

Wow, best friends? That's what she thinks of you. It's like she could never see you in a romantic sense. That must burn, dude. That. Must. Burn.

She wished she could stop her brain from going there but here she was, in the middle of lunch, looking like a crazy person who was talking to herself.

Things could not get worse.

Oh, but they can.

She went to pick you up from work, like she normally did and she did not expect to see what she saw.

She found you at the receptionist's desk, giggling and all over closet guy. Her stomach curdled at the sight and she almost wanted to barf. Nope, she definitely wanted to. But she had to keep it in.

That would be the second most embarrassing thing to happen to her in this office.

She was about to escape, tell you she wasn't going to be able to make it today but sadly, you saw her and her plan was thwarted.

"Kate! There you are! I want you to meet someone." You grabbed her hand, pulling her over to where you were currently standing. "This is my boyfriend, Zack."

She didn't think she could find a pair of words she hated more than best friend. Turns out she could.

Boyfriend.

Gross.

She wants to bring it up, more than anything. She has so many questions on her mind. How did you meet? What made you want to date? Was it serious? I mean it had to be if you were introducing him to her.

Luckily, you brought it up first.

"So you've been extra quiet since we got here. What's going on? Do you feel weird about Zack? I shouldn't have introduced him to you this early. I don't think it's that serious yet."

There's one question answered.

"It's just I didn't know you guys were on the dating stage. I thought it was just a meaningless hook-up, you know, the way it looked."

"It looked meaningless?"

She noticed the look on your face, down and confused, kind of disappointed. She wanted to take it back immediately. "No! I didn't mean it like that."

"But that's what you said."

"No! I-"

"I think I should go."

You slipped off of her bed and were gone quicker than she could stop you. She felt like this was all her fault.

It was, Bishop. Her brain could not stay out of this conversation, no matter how hard she tried to turn it off.

It was a few days after the fact and Kate still felt like shit. She didn't want to ruin your relationship, she wanted you to be happy. Even if that wasn't with her.

But for some reason, she couldn't get in touch with you. She texted, no answer. She called, no answer. She showed up at the office, you had just left.

You were basically avoiding her.

And she had just realized.

So she stopped bothering you, maybe it was for the best.

However, that didn't last long.

Kate was chilling, working out in her sort-of living room when she heard a banging on the door. She was stressed, she went to grab her bow, what if it was a bad guy? Wait, why would he knock?

"Kate, open up! It's me!"

She dropped it so quickly, sprinting to the door. You didn't even give her a greeting before bursting in. "So what's going o-"

"I broke up with him."

Well, that came out of nowhere, Kate thought.

And now her brain was chiming in. Wow, breaking up your best friend with her boyfriend? That's a new low.

"Why?" She tried to shut the voice out as much as possible, not give it the satisfaction of bothering her. "Turns out I was plummeting into a relationship that I didn't care about. I didn't even know his name."

"But-"

You shook your head very slowly, giving her the hint. "Ohhh."

"Yeah, wasn't the best girlfriend."

A sudden silence fell upon the two of you until Kate just bursted into laughter. "How long were you calling him Zack until he corrected you?"

"A long time!"

You joined her in her laughter. "I feel bad! He was so patient."

It wasn't long before you both retired to Kate's bed, stuffing your face with gummy worms and watching Game of Thrones. "I still don't understand this show." Kate mentioned, squinting as if she couldn't see.

"Isn't that Ellie from the Last of Us?"

"Yes I think it is."

You snorted, going to pause it. "Why do we watch this show? We don't understand what's going on." You wondered. "Because, Y/n, this is the show of our friendship."

"And it's the show that was playing when we made out."

"How do you do that?" Kate shouted out of nowhere, causing you to look at her with a crazy smile. "Do what, Katie?"

"Go into my brain and find out what I'm thinking about."

"Two reasons. One, I'm your best friend, it's my job. And secondly, it's a core memory. When you have your first kiss, you remember everything about the moment forever. What you were wearing, what the other person was wearing, what was playing, how it felt, and what you did afterwards. Also who you told. But I had no one since you were my best friend."

She was taken aback for a second, she didn't think you thought about it as much as she did. I mean she did remember the comment you made about it being the best kiss you ever had but she didn't think you knew all that.

"And do you know all that stuff?" She was cautious, moving into uncharted territory but as prepared as possible.

"We were both wearing pajamas, Game of Thrones, and we went to sleep afterward." You shrugged it off, as if it wasn't sending Kate for a whirlwind.

"You forgot something."

"What's that, Kate?"

"How did it feel?"

She hadn't finally realized how close you were, your breath were basically fans on her cheeks. Which she definitely needed since she was burning up. And your eyes were going down, toward her lips.

Oh. She finally understood.

"Well I wouldn't know. It happened so long ago. Maybe we should recreate-" She didn't even let you finish before her mouth was on yours, pushing you down into her bed.

Kate knew what she was doing. She knew you two were kissing but it took a few seconds for her brain to catch up.

Kate, what is wrong with you?! What are you doing?

All of that yelling made her break off, sitting back up and going back to relish in the awkwardness.

"Sorry." She muttered.

You sat up and looked at her, but not with the look she was expecting. You had a smirk on your face. Huh?

"Kate, you don't have anything to apologize for."

You slowly started leaning and all of Kate's thoughts were going all at once. But one thing she did know for sure, she definitely wanted to kiss you again.

It felt like forever but you finally let your lips touch hers. It was the softest thing ever, you were very delicate. It was almost like you didn't want to break her.

But before you knew it, the kiss got rougher, most passionate. You found yourself on top of her.

Things happened so fast, Kate couldn't grasp them.

Clothes went flying, blankets started moving, and Kate knew for sure her neighbors hated her.

As soon as it ended, you knew what happened.

"Woah," was the first thing Kate said as you both laid back down, calming down.

"Yeah." You replied, completely unsure what was going on.

"Did we-"

"Yup."

Nice one, Kate. Nice one.

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pedroscurls · 1 year

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Title: One Drunken Night (Part 2.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Back to Normal

Character(s): Negan (pre-apocalypse), Joel Miller (pre-apocalypse, au), Reader (third-person POV), Lucille Summary: After their fun and unforgettable night together, Reader and Negan go back to their normal lives, but it seems like the universe is trying to keep them together. Word Count: 1,794 Author's Note: So, as you can tell from my recent reblogs, I am obsessed with Joel Miller and Pedro Pascal, so this story will now include him (cross-over). Ahhh, I’m so excited for you all to read what’s in store for this story! Enjoy. Warning: None.

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Negan

The following morning, Negan awoke in a conflicting mood. He felt great, especially after last night’s events, but he was feeling an intense amount of guilt. While he was still riding his high from last night, he immediately felt regret when he caught a glimpse of Lucille walking into the kitchen.

He couldn’t believe that he had cheated on her and he wasn’t sure that telling her was a good idea. So instead, he decided to keep it to himself. Besides, it only happened once and it wasn’t going to happen again.

“Are you even listening?” Negan heard Lucille say.

“I’m sorry baby, what?”

Lucille sighed. “Got too drunk last night?”

Negan let out a heavy breath. He didn’t want to argue again, especially not this early. “Well, it seemed like you didn’t want me here, so what was I supposed to do?”

“Do you even– You know what, nevermind.”

“No, what is it? What is your problem with me, Lucille?”

“If you have to ask that, then it really shows that you think there’s nothing wrong with our marriage.”

Negan shook his head and stood from the stool he was sitting on at their island counter. He looked down at Lucille, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. “I’m tired of fucking fighting, Lucille, so before we start yelling at each other again, I’m just going to walk away right now.”

Lucille scoffed. “I’ve gotta get to work anyway.”

Negan sighed. “Lucille–”

“Bye, Negan.” No kiss. No hug. No “I love you”. Lucille instead walked to the garage and slammed the door shut behind her, causing Negan to flinch at the abrupt, loud sound.

Negan tightened his jaw, running a hand over his face. “Fucking hell.” He felt like shit. A shitty husband. A shitty person. An overall failure. His marriage with Lucille used to be great; they were both so head over heels in love with each other and now, neither of them could stand to be in the same room with each other. At least not without an inevitable yelling match.

It was only a matter of time before Lucille decided to leave him and file for divorce. It was too late to salvage their marriage, so Negan was just bracing himself for what was to come. It made him sad to think about separating from Lucille and despite their constant arguments, he still wanted her to be happy.

He knew he wasn’t making her happy and nothing he did was ever enough either. If he had to let her go for her to be happy, then he would do it. Negan still loved Lucille and if she decided she didn’t want to be with him anymore, then he wasn’t going to stop her.

Lucille deserved to be happy and it was obvious that he was only making things worse.

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Reader

Y/N awoke that morning feeling very satisfied. She wasn’t usually the type of woman to have one night stands, but even she had needs that needed to be tended to. Once her date stood her up, she didn’t have any expectation that she was going to end up going home with an absolute stranger. A sexy stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.

“Negan,” she mumbled to herself. “What a unique name.” She sighed, biting her lower lip as she imagined the same man from last night. The leather jacket, the dimples, the deep voice… He was amazing and it was no wonder why she was attracted to him; she always did have a thing for older men so she wasn’t sure why she was trying to go on dates with men her age.

However, her mind then drifted to the man she had an insane crush on. She sighed. He was so out of reach and never showed any interest, but he was so sweet, quiet, and the complete opposite of Negan in terms of personality. He was probably around the same age as Negan and he was just as scruffy, his hair and facial hair tinged with gray. His voice was also deep and inviting, causing her to feel butterflies in her stomach whenever he was nearby.

She was broken out of her reverie when her phone started to ring. She bit her lower lip and picked it up, hearing his voice on the other end of the line.

“Mornin’,” he said. “Are you still up for coffee?”

“Good morning to you too, Joel.” She blushed, just even hearing his voice made her insides tingle. “Oh, yeah yeah. Give me twenty?”

Joel smiled. “Fun night last night?”

Her mind drifted to Negan. “You can say that. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon, darlin’.”

Y/N had met Joel over a year ago and while their friendship grew overtime, she had the biggest crush on him and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it. She knew Joel wasn’t interested in dating, especially not after losing his daughter. He had opened up to her one night and since then, Joel knew he could trust her. Their coffee meet ups happened frequently; it was a weekly occurrence and Joel looked forward to it every week. She brought out a side of him that he thought was long gone.

But Joel knew he couldn’t pursue her. He knew Y/N deserved better than him anyway. He was damaged goods and he didn’t think he could make her happy, so he decided to settle on being her friend. It pained him to hear her talk about various men she met or even spent the night with because he had wished it was him, but he knew it was better this way.

He didn’t want to end up disappointing her like he did everyone else.

Twenty minutes later, Joel was sitting at a table, waiting for Y/N to arrive. She usually wasn’t late so he had to wonder how her night went last night. He was just about to call her to ask where she was when he noticed her walking in.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

Joel flashed her a small smile and pushed her cup of coffee in her direction. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Y/N smiled, taking a sip of her coffee and goraning at the taste. “I really needed this. Thank you, Joel.”

“Figured you’d need it.” He sipped from his own cup, looking in her direction. Joel found her to be so beautiful, so captivating, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, so he admired from afar, determined to not make it so obvious.

“You got work this morning?” Joel heard her ask.

He nodded, running a hand over his bear. “Yeah. With Tommy.”

Y/N was used to Joel being a man of few words, but while he didn’t say a lot, his eyes were so expressive. So, she noticed a slight roll of his eyes at the mention of his brother, hinting at annoyance and dread.

“Oh, why that face?” She laughed. “Tommy isn’t all that bad.”

Joel scoffed. “He’s just gonna be talkin’ about his new girl, Maria.”

“Sounds like he’s in love,” Y/N smiled.

“And I’m happy for him, but he’s been naggin’ me to get out there and date too. Somethin’ about finding my own happiness or whatever.”

Y/N felt herself get excited at the thought of going out with Joel. Maybe this was a good thing; Tommy was pushing Joel to start dating and this meant she might at least have a chance. Since meeting Joel, she had developed a crush that she had to push aside. He never really did show any interest towards her, or any woman, but Y/N was still holding onto hope.

Maybe one day.

“He sounds like he knows what he’s talking about.”

He shook his head and scoffed once more. “Me? Love? You’ve gotta be jokin’. Besides, I like bein’ alone.”

Her excitement and hope slowly began to fade. She didn’t know how to cross that line of being just friends with him, but she knew she wanted more.

“Oh, come on. Everyone deserves love, Joel.”

“Not me. ‘M fine with the way things are,” he replied quickly.

Before Y/N could reply, she caught a glimpse of the same man from last night. The heat between her legs became noticeable, serving as a reminder of last night’s events. When their eyes met, Negan smirked, flashing his dimples and sending a wink in her direction. Before she knew it, he was walking over to their table with such confidence and charisma that Joel even noticed that her attention was elsewhere.

“Well, fancy running into you. Good morning, doll.”

Y/N bit her lower lip, his voice causing her insides to tingle that she forgot Joel was sitting across from her. “Negan…”

He grinned, running his tongue across his lower lip. “Looks like the universe is trying to send us a message.” Negan winked, referring to what she said last night about their hook up being only a one time thing.

“That or you’re following me,” she quipped. Y/N tried to keep her resolve, but was finding it increasingly difficult to do so with Negan standing near her and Joel sitting across from her. She didn’t want to bring up last night, especially not in front of Joel, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Negan. The events of last night flashing through her mind and she was, surprisingly, yearning for more.

“You gonna introduce me to your friend, darlin’?” Joel asked, bringing her out of her reverie.

She looked over at him and nodded, clearing her throat. “Sorry. This is– Um, this is Negan.”

Joel stood from the table to face Negan. He was shorter, but was by far more muscular and thicker than the other man. Negan was tall and slender, and the smirk on his face irritated Joel and he didn’t know why.

Both men were complete opposites.

Negan was loud and confident.

Joel was quiet and reserved.

And Y/N wanted both of them.

“Negan, this is my– This is Joel.”

Negan arched a brow, catching the way she stuttered when introducing the man in front of him. He looked over at Joel, maintaining that smirk. He could tell he was getting under the other man’s skin and Negan liked it, enjoyed it rather. It was obvious to him that Joel had a thing for Y/N.

Y/N looked between both men, her mind immediately going to inappropriate thoughts.

Though, it was Joel who stuck his hand out first.

“Nice to meet ‘ya.”

Negan ran his tongue along the top of his teeth and reached out to shake Joel’s hand with a firm, tight grip. “Yeah, good to meet you too, Joel.”

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Part 3.

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sheizara · 1 hour

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Allis Ith’ren, her lawyer in Quel’thalas, sighed very deeply; Sheizara knew she wasn’t an easy client — she’d gone through three divorce lawyers prior to this point, and her current situation was certainly much more complicated than a legal separation.

He adjusted his spectacles and tapped his finger on the folder between them on the table in the inn in Quel’danas, “Your official patents of nobility and formal claim to the Tel’vaiel titles and estate are all settled. As I have said in previous correspondence, the issue that lies between you and accepting the property and your place in court is that you’ve lived formally in Stormwind, at times, and presently, under the banner of the Alliance for the last four decades.”

“And the kingdom needs me to renounce them and swear allegiance back, yeah, I know, I did read that,” she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest, “I didn’t ever formally swear allegiance there, you know. I was sailing on a merchant vessel when the doors were shut behind me, that wasn’t my fault,” she huffed and raised her eyebrow back in challenge when Allis raised his at her tone. “What would I need to do to tour the property before I make my decision?”

“You would need to apply for a temporary visa, which will have fees assessed. The Regent Lord has a vested interest in repatriating as many of our wayward brothers and sisters as we can in this time of peace; I am happy to begin that paperwork for you, my Lady, if that is what you wish, but know that it may take months to process unless you have a sponsor in good standing with the kingdom who is able to vouch for you throughout your stay,” he paused a moment and took his glasses off to polish with a soft cloth, “It cannot be me, before you ask.”

Ugh.

It was Shei’s turn to sigh deeply, “Can you file without knowing who the sponsor is or should I find a sponsor first?”

“Sponsor first.”

Ughhh.

“Right, well, I’ll have to send some letters. I’ll let you know when I hear back and what route we’re going,” she took her folder of tangible proof that she WAS a Lady and DID own property off the table and tucked it under her arm, “I suppose I should keep an eye out for today’s bill, too?”

He nodded, “Of course, my Lady.”

***

She’d stayed in Quel’danas for almost a month and had sent multiple letters by the time her target had finally replied.

Keranna Zerine was an extremely hard to read woman in person, let alone over post. She was from an old noble line that had dwindled down to her alone, and had been the last person to actively manage the Tel’vaiel estate. There was truly no one better to show her the property than—

“No.”

Shei blinked at the elder blonde, taken aback, “You came all this way to tell me no in person?”

“Yes.”

Audacious, to say the least. “Could I at least make an attempt at convincing you otherwise in order to make the journey worth it?”

Keranna adjusted the paper sleeve on her cup of coffee, “You may, of course, Lady Tel’vaiel.”

Decorum above all. Shei floundered for a moment, more intimidated than she had planned to be, “Well. I think you’ll find that I’m great company and from all accounts you ran the estate extremely well for sixty five years, plus we’re family,” technically, by marriage, that was true, “and you’ll be able to tell me if anything’s wrong with it or what problems may arise.”

“You’re an absolutely awful negotiator, what’s in it for me, dear?” Keranna raised a silvery eyebrow to punctuate her question.

Allis had helped her with this one, he’d passed a tip along that Miss Pyraelia Sunmote was looking to buy property in Eversong again, “Right. There’s some property between the Mel’marrin and Astal’dris estates going up for sale that was formerly held by the uh…” She winced, immediately realizing she should’ve rehearsed more or taken notes.

“Astal’mir,” Keranna corrected, “Interesting, I’d heard Idonnis had fallen on hard times.”

Shei smiled as brilliantly and charmingly as she could, and tried her hardest not to lose her nerve as the elder elf looked her over in the most dissecting way.

“Fine. I’ll write to your lawyer.”

Nailed it.

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cinebration · 3 years

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What I Mean (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Request]

Hi lovely! Love love LOVE your work! You’ve got some truly amazing stories 💝 would I be able to request a Henry!Sherlock Holmes x reader one shot where the reader has feelings for Sherlock but thinks that he doesn’t like her at all? — Requested by anon

Warnings: none

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The first time you saw Sherlock, you fell in love. It wasn’t because of how he looked or how he carried himself. It was how he brushed past that insufferable Constable Lowell, ignoring the man’s protests with a wave of his hand. The way Lowell became flustered and upset and the way DI Lestrade laughed at him made your heart swell in your chest. After the last five months of verbal bullying from the constable, you were supremely satisfied to see him humiliated.

Sherlock frequently appeared unexpectedly at Scotland Yard. You learned to recognize his presence in the building before you ever saw him. There was something about the way he moved through the place, like it was of little consequence, that you could feel. It reminded you of being caught out in a storm with lightning striking nearby, the hair on your arms rising as static built up in the air.

You didn’t meet Sherlock until your fourth month of employment. What had started as a typing job had turned into secretarial work—with no increase in pay to account for your extra duties. You strode into Lestrade’s office with a thin smile and said, “If I’m going to be mitigating your literacy blunders, I expect to be compensated.”

“That’s out of the question. You are a typist and are paid accordingly.”

“Well, then, in that case…” You dumped a huge stack of folders in front of him. “I don’t need to inventory these.”

Lestrade stared at the stack in displeasure.

“Oh, and they haven’t been properly sorted. I’m only meant to type, not to organize your chaos.”

“Now wait.”

“I expect a ten-percent increase. That’s what a proper secretary gets paid. Oh, and the title. I want everyone to know I am not a mere typist.”

The muscle in his jaw jumping, Lestrade reluctantly agreed. Sweeping the files up in your arms, you strode out of the room, light on your heels.

Sherlock leaned beside the door, a faint smirk playing on his lips. You stumbled, surprised by his appearance.

“I thought I was the only one who could so easily maneuver Lestrade,” he said.

“He makes it too easy,” you managed to say.

Sherlock’s eyes skimmed the files. “They’re already organized, I see.”

“The trick is making him think only I can do this job.”

“Clever.” Then he was in Lestrade’s office discussing a case, leaving you standing there flushed.

Sherlock took to greeting you cordially each time he passed by your desk after the incident with Lestrade. Sometimes he didn’t meet with Lestrade at all, instead opting to leave you with a message for the detective inspector. Sherlock never spent long at your desk, much to your disappointment, but the few minutes he spared you each time were enough to make you float the rest of the day.

You had taken it upon yourself to have all the necessary information on all of Lestrade’s cases close at hand. Sherlock often appeared to ask Lestrade for information regarding something he had read in the paper or heard from others. The first time you furnished him with a small envelope of the relevant information, you had been pleased to see genuine surprise in the consulting detective’s face.

“You are quite indispensable,” he remarked. “I don’t know how Lestrade managed anything before you.”

“Poorly, I would imagine.”

“I heard that!”

Smothering a laugh with your hand, you settled back at your desk and tried to think of something else to say to make Sherlock linger for a few moments. Before you could, he dipped his head and left.

You didn’t know why you kept entertaining the idea of interacting properly with Sherlock. The society rumor mill claimed the man was impossible to nail down and seemed uninterested in any of the ladies. It was supposed he, being an eccentric, was possibly too obsessed with his sleuthing hobby and therefore poor marriage material anyway.

Still, you flirted with the idea until you saw him interact with his sister, Enola. He smiled at her and praised her for a particularly thorny case she had unraveled.

Oh, you thought with dismay, feeling all hope leave you. He treats me like his sister.

The realization settled deep in your bones. It had been fruitless all along, the special treatment you had accorded him, the way he seemed pleased with you.

Of course he was pleased with you, you snarled inwardly. You helped him with his work. Even he suffers Lestrade in order to do that. You are nothing but a convenient secretary he doesn’t need to pay.

You couldn’t bear the thought of making things difficult for him, however, so you continued to keep the case information neatly organized and accessible. While everything in you had changed, the only outward sign of it was a sudden coolness toward him. You no longer smiled easily when he arrived, and you spent most of your time avoiding his gaze, busying yourself with tasks at your desk.

If he noticed, he gave no sign. It was as you had thought. You were of little consequence to him.

A year after being hired, you considered quitting. There was a small detective agency in need of female detectives to uncover unfaithful wives and husbands for divorce proceedings. It would get you away from the stifling atmosphere of Scotland Yard, where the likes of Lowell and his ilk still roamed unchecked. You could do with a change.

You could do with an escape from a certain debonair consultant.

“You can’t leave,” Lestrade declared. “I won’t allow it.”

“Did I sign a contract, sir?”

“No, but why would that—”

“Then I am under no obligation to continue working for you.”

Lestrade sputtered, trying to refute you. “You’re needed here.”

“I know a woman who is as adept as I am at this work.”

“But—”

“I’ve made my decision, detective. Please leave me to it.”

You remained only to show your replacement the way of things and to warn her about Lowell and the others. Only then did you leave and seek a posting in the detective agency.

A day after you had applied and been accepted, you arrived to work in your work clothes, fully expecting to be sent somewhere to survey a cheating spouse. As you walked through the door, you heard exclamations from within.

“Mr. Holmes! What an honor it is to have you grace our establishment.”

You froze in the doorway, heart hammering in your chest. Sherlock’s broad back was turned to you, his face in three-quarter profile. You wanted to flee, to escape the magnetic pull you felt in your presence.

Your new employer saw you past Sherlock’s shoulder. “Ah, here she is.” Waving you over, he watched you walk stiffly down the hallway, your hands clenched into nervous fists by your sides.

Sherlock turned to you, fixing you with those striking blue eyes. You felt trapped beneath them, sucked in their magnetism once more. Swallowing thickly, you nodded. “Mr. Holmes.”

He smiled tentatively at you, revealing the point of a canine.

“Mr. Holmes has requested you for an investigation,” you employer said. “I offered him Miss Hemmings, of course, she being our finest, but he insisted on you.”

The hair on the back of your neck rose. Resisting the urge to scratch, you asked, “Did he?”

“I did. Now, if we could go? We are wasting time.”

Fighting the disappointment rising in you, you followed Sherlock out the door and into a transom. Enclosed in the small space, you couldn’t avoid his scent, a pleasing mix of tobacco smoke and something else. You avoided his gaze, folding and refolding your hands in your lap.

“You left Scotland Yard.”

A statement. You nodded but didn’t offer anything more. “Where are we going?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

You frowned, lifted your head. “I beg your pardon?”

“Did I do something incorrect?” A crease appeared between the man’s eyebrows. “Your demeanor toward me changed in the two months leading up to your resignation.”

Toying with the fingers of your gloves, you felt panic clawing up your throat. He had noticed. What did that mean?

“I can only conclude that something occurred, but I can’t determine what.”

You met his concerned eyes. “I…it doesn’t matter, Mr. Holmes. I can do whatever job you need me to with as much professional courtesy as it requires.”

His lips pulled into a thin frown. “That isn’t what I’m asking.”

“I don’t know what you mean, then.”

“Please, you are smarter than that. Or was my regard for you misplaced?”

You blinked in surprise, unsure you had heard correctly. “It…isn’t my place to tell you where to place your regard.”

He laughed then, a sudden HA that made you jump. “You are making this difficult, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I am not given over to emotionalism, but I won’t deny that your treatment of me in those last months affected me.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“What I mean to say is that I had hoped we were developing a familiarity.” His hand went to his collar, adjusting it. “I had hoped to…call on you.”

Your head snapped up in surprise. “To call on me?”

“I had thought my feeling for you was returned, but if I am mistaken, please inform me now to save us both further embarrassment.”

You could hardly speak around the tightness in your throat. “It is returned.”

The smile on Sherlock’s face made your heart ache. “Good. I’m glad we have remedied that. Now, if we’re both to be detectives, then I suppose we had best collaborate. I need you to spy on Richard Haskell. It seems…”

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Acting Differently | F.W.

Title: Acting Differently

Requested: Yes/No [x]

Summary: After having a bad day, Fred snaps at his girlfriend, not knowing the real effect on her.

Warning/s: mentions of divorce

I walked back to the common room from the library. I saw my boyfriend, Fred, sitting on the couch by the fireplace with his head in his hands. I plopped down next to him, “Hey love, is everything alright?”

He hummed, avoiding my gaze.

I wrapped my arms around him, leaning a head on his shoulder, “Freddie, I know you’re lying. We can talk about it if you want.”

Fred shook his head, giving a small sigh and muttering, “I’m fine.”

I ran a hand through his hair, “You don’t have to talk about it. If you just want to cuddle, then it’s fine. If you want me to go deal with them, I’d be more than happy to.”

“For Godric’s sake!” He suddenly snapped, “I know you’re trying to help, but you’re being so annoying! Will you please just stop being talkative and clingy even just for one minute!”

I gaped at him, stunned at his sudden outburst, “S-sorry, if it bothers you that much. I’ll stop.”

My boyfriend was silent for a moment, “Look, honey-“

I stood up, “It’s okay Freddie. I think I’m just gonna go to bed. It’s getting pretty late, you should too.”

(Fred’s POV)

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “I just made things worse.”

I walked up to my dorm, falling face-first onto my bed.

“What happened?” George asked with a teasing tone, “Your day got any worse?”

“A whole lot worse.” I answered.

“Why? What happened?” Lee asked, sitting up on his bed.

“I might’ve snapped at Y/N.” I explained, flinching at the thought, “And I might’ve yelled at her.”

“Let’s hope she didn’t file for a divorce yet.” Lee said with a small chuckle.

I threw a pillow at him as he laughed, “It’s not funny!”

“Don’t worry about it, Freddie.” George said, “I’m sure that she’ll understand.”

I sighed, “I hope that you’re right this time.”

“Hey! I’m always right!”

—

Waiting for her to come down to the common room has never felt so long.

I stood by the staircase, a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box of her favorite sweets in hand.

According to Angelina, she wasn’t acting strangely nor did she seem mad. That was enough to ease my thoughts… a little.

I then saw her walking down the stairs.

“Hey sweetheart!” I said, handing her the flowers and the sweets, “Look, I shouldn’t have yelled at you last night. You were trying your best to make me feel better and I appreciate that. So, having a bad day isn’t a reason to snap at you. I’m terribly sorry and I promise that I will make it up to you.”

She gave a small smile, kissing my cheek, “It’s okay Freddie. I understand, you don’t need to apologize.”

“Really?” I asked.

She nodded, “You were having a bad day. Anyone would’ve snapped.”

We held hands on the way to the Great Hall, but I could sense that something was wrong.

“Is she still mad at you?” George asked as he noticed the uneasy look on my face.

I shook my head, “She isn’t. I just have a bad feeling that there’s something wrong.”

Lee raised a brow, “Why?”

I shrugged, “She just kissed me on the cheek. She would’ve usually pulled me into a hug.”

—

The four of us were gathered around the common room fire, exchanging stories from our day.

Y/N sat next to me on the loveseat while Lee and George sat on the couch right across us.

But, my girlfriend was being awfully and strangely quiet. So, while Lee was giving a very detailed story about his latest date, I leaned down and whispered, “Are you okay sweetheart? You seem unusually quiet.”

She hummed, “I’m doing fine.”

I nodded, not quite satisfied with her answer as I pressed a kiss to her temple and draped an arm around her shoulder, “If you need me to take care of someone, just let me know.”

“Is everything alright with your girlfriend, Freddie?” Lee asked as we trudged up the stairs to our dorm.

“She’s been acting strangely lately.” George said.

I tucked my hands in my pockets, “She’s not as talkative and clingy as she used to be. And to be completely honest, I miss it.”

(Reader’s POV)

I was walking to the courtyard when I was suddenly pulled into a broom closet.

I looked up and saw that my captor had, in fact, been my boyfriend.

“What’re we doing here?” I asked.

“Darling.” He said, moving a stray hair away from my face, “I know, there’s something wrong. You haven’t been as talkative and clingy as before. I miss it so much baby girl.”

“Really?” I said in disbelief, “I thought you find it annoying? Because it’s okay if it annoys you. I don’t ever want you to find me annoying.”

He cupped my cheek with his hand, causing me to melt in his touch, “I don’t find it annoying. I find it absolutely adorable. And you will never ever be annoying to me.”

“Promise?” I asked.

He smiled, leaning forward and pressing our lips together, “Promise.”

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Damaged Goods ~ Chapter Thirty-One

Author's Note: Just a reminder that this story takes place following the events of the miniseries Stay Close and will contain spoilers.

Title: Damaged Goods

Fandom: Stay Close

Pairings: Ray Levine x OC female Theodora (Theo) Bailey

Summary: Following the events of Stay Close, Ray Levine has come to the US to begin a new life and is staying with Theo Bailey, the friend of a friend, who is quickly becoming his best friend and Ray is starting to wonder if there isn’t something more there between them.

Like Ray, Theo has her own demons and although she wonders the same thing about Ray, fear of repeating past mistakes keep her from moving forward. Or do they? Somehow, these two damaged people will come together and discover that maybe—just maybe—second chances are worth the risk.

Scott’s taken Ray hostage and there’s nothing Theo can do but wait… and hope…

Warnings: Some violence, bloodshed, character death

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,407

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Theo couldn’t sit still as she waited for Laurence to show up. And while she paced her apartment, another car pulled into the lot, one she’d never seen before. A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door and she called, “Who’s there?”

“Theo? It’s Drew Kaparski. Can I come in?”

“Drew?” What was he doing there? She opened the door and unlike the last time he’d knocked, Drew wasn’t at all flushed or embarrassed. Instead, he was all business, striding into the apartment with a dark green Pendaflex folder in one hand.

“Ray called me. He said you’d called him and sounded upset and he had a feeling it might have something to do with Ryland. So, I pulled up my file on him.”

She stared at him as another knock sounded. Laurence, hopefully. “Wait, you have a file on Scott?”

“I have a file on everyone. Well, everyone except you, that is.”

She shook her head as she crossed to the door and opened its to find the detective in the hallway. “Did you get lost?”

“Miss Bailey, that doesn’t help anyone. So, what happened?” He took out his trusty notebook and a pen.

“I called you twenty minutes ago and this town isn’t exactly huge. Scott Ryland was here, in my apartment, with a gun. He told me to call Ray and tell him to come home and when Ray came home, Scott made him go with him. At gunpoint.”

“Do you know where they were going?”

She shook her head, fighting down her rising panic. Scott had nearly a half-hour head start and she had no idea where he was going or what he planned. “No. He didn’t tell me and Ray isn’t answering his phone.” She’d dialed it until she thought she’d worn a trench in her phone’s screen.

“They’re going to Mantoloking,” Drew broke in, looking up from the Pendaflex that now lay open on the breakfast bar. “He and his wife own a house on the beach.”

“What?” Theo spun about, gaping at him. “Mantoloking? But… he lives in Ortley.”

Drew nodded, lowering his head to scan the pages fanned out on the counter before him. “I know. The house is—or was—his in-laws’ property. Allison Ryland inherited it when her dad died last spring. The house took a beating when Sandy hit and then again when Ida hit last fall. They’re selling the Ortley property to use that to pay to finish the construction on the Mantoloking house.” He looked over at Laurence. “My guess is that’s where he’s heading because a little bird told me Allison Ryland filed for divorce at the end of last week. Apparently she found out about you, Theo, and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I guess she’d had enough of his screwing around on her.”

Theo’s mouth went dry. “So… oh…oh, no…”

Laurence pulled out a cell phone. “Give me that address?”

“Six Ocean Avenue. Right on the beach.”

Laurence strolled out of the room to make his call and Theo met Drew’s stare. “What happens now?”

“He’ll get the department’s hostage negotiator out to the address. They’ll negotiate with Ryland. SWAT will be called in and they’ll set up a perimeter and get sharpshooters into place. And while they do that, we wait.”

“Here?” She shook her head. “No, I’ll go crazy if I have stay here.” She spun about as Laurence came back. “Please, let me go with you. I—I cannot be here alone, just waiting for that fucking asshole to pull the trigger.”

“Here is the best place for you, Miss Bailey.” Laurence moved to the door. “Keep her here until the situation is resolved. We will let you know when it is.”

“No… I want to be there. Please… I can’t—”

But Laurence was already out the door, closing it on her and her pleas. She stared at it for a moment, almost willing him to come back and tell her she could come with them. But, of course he didn't and helplessness surged through her with all of the force of a tidal wave.

“Drew,” she turned to him, “please… you know where this house is. You have a whole file on him… please? I can’t stay here, I’ll lose my fucking mind worrying about Ray.”

Drew just stared at her for a moment, then sighed and nodded. “Okay, but we stay out of their way because I do not want to find myself handcuffed in the backseat of a cruiser.”

She nodded, already tugging on her puffy black ski jacket. “I promise you, they won’t even know I’m there.”

The upstairs windows were framed out, but had no glass in them yet and the wind whipping in off the ocean was as sharp as a blade. The plastic sheeting that had been stapled to the frames had torn in several places, and slowly pulled away from the frames themselves. The gun’s muzzle dug into Ray’s back as Scott pushed him up the stairs.

The house would probably be beautiful, once it was finished. But for now, it was eerie, with that desolate feeling empty houses always had. Things echoed far louder than than should have—their footsteps, the wind’s howl, the snap of tattered plastic— each seemed to reverberate through the entire structure. A work bench littered with tools took up a great deal of the plywood floor and the plastic drop cloths that lay scattered about the floor, held down by various buckets of spackle and paint cans, snapped just like the sheeting did. Ray shivered as an arctic blast tore through the huge room.

“This was going to be our bedroom. Allie had it all planned out—ridiculous four-poster beed along that wall, draped with some gauzy shit. That’s how she saw this entire place turning out. She is all about flowers and gauzy shit and romance and I just wanted to sit up here and watch the bikinis down there.” He gestured to the snapped, trailing plastic. “Who doesn’t want to look at bikinis, right? Even you probably want to.”

Ray looked from him to thee sheeting and back as they emerged from the staircase. “Bikinis are nice.”

“Right? You ever see Theo in one? Hard to believe she’s fifty.”

Ray bit back a smile. “I’ve not seen her in one, no.” But, I have seen her in a bra and panties, not to mention a fucking garter belt and thigh highs. I win.

“Yeah, she is fine.” Scott turned away for a moment, gesturing with the gun to the eastern side of the octagon-shaped room. “And there is where the deck was going to be.”

There was the enormous rectangular cutout along the wall backing the beach. More plastic had been nailed up, and it held up only slightly better than its counterparts. Ray stared at that hole, wondering if there was anything on the other side besides a twenty foot drop.

“The view will be incredible.”

“Yeah. Morning sun would flood this room. Probably wake my ass up at five every morning. But, Allie loves the morning light. She loves the ocean. She was gutted when Ida ripped through here. It was her pop’s problem when Sandy hit, but this time? This time it was ours. And since it’s not our primary residence, our homeowner’s insurance wouldn’t cover so much as a nail.

“I wanted to sell this place. Bank the money. But no, she loves this house. So, she nagged me into selling my house. The house that I bought and paid for long before she ever came along. And so I do sell it and what happens?”

“She found out, didn’t she?” Ray asked softly without looking at him. The muzzle still dug into his back and he was terrified that any sudden move, and Scott would pull the trigger. “About Theo?”

“She found out. But,” the muzzle fell away from his back, but Ray swallowed his sigh of relief as anger crept into Scott’s voice, “this time was different. She knew I loved Theo. Theo. Not her. Not anymore. Theo… she just gets under your skin, doesn’t she?”

Since Scott couldn’t see his face, Ray managed a smile. She absolutely did, and in the best way. He nodded slowly, choosing his words as carefully as he could. “It can drive you mad when a woman does that. I spent seventeen years pining for one who got away.”

“It makes you crazy, doesn’t it?” Scott stepped away from him, moved to where the slider would go if it was ever installed. The wind snapped through the plastic and he shivered as it whipped through the room. “You hate them for the hold they have on you, but you can’t fucking break it, can you? It’s like… like they have something… I don’t know… fucking magical between their legs and it grabs you by the balls and won’t let go.”

He looked over at Ray. “You know what I mean, right?”

“I do,” Ray told him softly. “I almost ended up in prison because of her.”

“Because of that guy you killed, right? I know all about it. I hired that PI and he found out everything there was to know about you.”

Ray’s nerves calmed some. Keep him talking. Just keep him talking. “What did he find on me?”

“That you killed this guy in England. Some poor bastard named Green. Why? Why’d you kill him?”

“He slapped around that woman, the one who had that hold on me. I didn't like it and let him know it.”

Scott’s eyes narrowed, but they were still almost all pupil, which unnerved Ray to no end. “Damn, really?”

“Really.”

“McClintock also said you did time in Iraq. You were in the military?”

“I was, yeah. With the Hundred and First Airborne division, Third Battalion, Hundred and Eight-Seventh Infantry.”

Scott’s eyes narrowed. “Not with a British unit?”

“I wasn’t a soldier. I’m a photojournalist.”

Now his eyes widened. “Wait, you mean you took pictures of the shit that went down there?”

Ray nodded. “I did, yes. I was there for over a year, same battalion, same group of guys.”

“Damn…”

“That about sums it up.”

“You must’ve seen some shit. Theo know about this?”

“She does, yes. Not all of it, of course. But anything she’s asked me about, I’ve told her.”

“Did you ever kill anyone?”

“In Iraq?” Ray shook his head. “No. Journalists weren’t permitted arms.”

“But you knew how?”

He nodded. “We went through basic training, so I learned how to disarm and kill a man with my bare hands.” A total lie, but worth it as Scott visibly stiffened.

But perhaps not a wise lie to tell, as Scott lifted the gun once more. Ray held his stare even as his hearth threatened to explode from the speed with which it pounded. He felt faint. His stomach tossed and roiled.

At first, he thought the wind had grown louder and rougher, that the storm that had been threatening them all day had finally hit. But then red and blue lights swirled about and he realized what he heard was a helicopter hover overhead.

Scott moved away from the slider hole as Ray’s phone rang. Ray eased it from his pocket. “Hello?”

“Mr. Levine? This is Lieutenant McMichaels. How are you holding up?”

“I’m just peachy, what do you think?” His face hurt. And while most of the bleeding stopped, the wrong motion, and he found himself with a mouthful of blood again.

“Let me talk to Mr. Ryland.”

Ray lowered the phone to hold out. “It’s for you, Lieutenant McMichaels. He wants to talk to you.”

Scott shook his head. “I’m not negotiating with anyone. I don’t want to talk to any cops.”

Ray brought the phone back to his ear. “He doesn’t want to talk.”

“Put me on speaker.”

Ray lowered the phone again, one eye on the gun now at Scott’s side, and hit the speaker icon. “Go ahead.”

“Mr. Ryland, we want to talk to you. That’s all.”

“No. I don’t want to talk to anyone. And get that fucking copter out of here.”

“Mr. Ryland, we don’t want to see anyone get hurt. Just talk to us. Tell us what you want.”

“Theo.” Scott lifted the gun again. “I want Theo.”

“Theo?”

“Theo Bailey,” Scott told him, his eyes growing shiny. “Bring her here and I’ll talk to her.”

“I can’t do that, Mr. Ryland.”

“You better!” A hint of desperation wove thorough Scott’s voice as he pointed the gun at Ray and his hand shook. “Get me Theo or I swear to Christ, I’ll shoot this motherfucker right now.”

“We have to send a car to get her, Mr. Ryland. But you need to stay on the line with me now. Do you understand?”

“Hang up.” Scott stepped closer.

Ray looked first at the gun, then at him, and hit the icon to end the call. Almost immediately, the phone rang again. Scott shook his head. “Don’t you fucking dare answer it.”

“Mr. Ryland!” Lieutenant McMichaels’ voice echoed through the house, “we need to keep the line open if you want to talk to Miss Bailey. Answer the phone so we can do that.”

Ray’s cell rang again and this time, Scott snatched the phone from his hand and jabbed the speaker button. “I do not want to talk to anyone who is not Theo, do you get that?” He held the gun even with Ray’s midsection. “I swear I will shoot him right here and right now.”

“You do not want to do that, Mr. Ryland. We can talk this out and then you and Mr. Levine can walk—”

“He isn’t walking anywhere! This asshole is fucking my Theo! And that bitch is the reason I’ve lost everything!”

The gun shook furiously now as Scott let the phone fall to the floor and Ray braced himself as he said, “If you love her, don’t you want her to be happy?”

“I want her to be happy with me!” To Ray’s surprise, Scott’s eyes actually grew red and shiny and his voice cracked as he added, “I loved her, man. I was gonna leave all of this for her… and she… she chose you over me, man… She was fucking you behind my back the entire time…”

“She wasn’t. She really wasn’t. And I can tell you, shooting me won’t win her back, either. You should know that, should know her, by now.”

“I don’t care,” Scott told him softly, tears now streaming down his bruised cheeks. “I really don’t. Now, I just want her to suffer… to know what it’s like to lose someone she loves… And because of her, I’ve lost my home, my wife, this house… I’ve lost her. I’ve lost everything, man. And for what? What did I do to deserve this?”

Pain flared through Ray’s jaw and when he gingerly probed it, a hot sting swept along his face. “What do you want from me, Scott? What? I didn't mean to fall in love with her and I certainly didn’t plan on her falling in love with me, either. So, what do you want from me?”

“I want what was mine!”

“She wasn’t yours!” Ray shouted back, shaking his head. “Don’t you see that? She wasn’t and it isn’t because of me or because of her, but because you treated her like shit, Scott. You hit her, insulted her, called her names— that is not how you show a woman you care about her.”

“Shut up, man… just—just shut the fuck up.”

“Man up then, and take responsibility,” Ray told him bluntly. “Own your words, your actions, and grow the fuck up.”

“Shut up!” Scott swung, the gun butt clipping the same spot on Ray’s jaw to send him to one knee swearing and spitting more blood. He curved his hand against the throbbing bruise and looked up to find Scott aiming with the steadiest of hands.

Drew eased his MDX to a stop behind the last of half a dozen police cruisers on Ocean Avenue and Theo stumbled as she shoved open the door and tried to scramble out of the car. The street was a blinding array of flashing lights, whirring helicopter blades, and police spotlights and she felt sick as she stared up at the last house on the left.

Detective Laurence hurried over to them. “What in Christ’s name are you doing here? I told you—”

“I’ll stay out of your way,” Theo interrupted, tugging her hat lower over her ears as the wind sliced through her. “But, I had to—”

“Detective! Is that Miss Bailey? Ryland wants to talk to her.”

Theo’s heart sped up and her mouth went as dry as the sand on the beach in the middle of summer. “Why?”

The cop shrugged. “He’s been asking for you.”

Theo glanced over at Drew and without thinking, grabbed his hand. “Come with me.”

“Let them through,” Laurence called, “and take her to McMichaels.”

“Lieutenant,” the cop called, “I’ve Miss Bailey here!”

McMichaels turned around, a phone to his ear. “She’s right here, Mr. Ryland. I’ll put her on.” He hit mute and said, “Keep him talking. Grant, get the word out. They go on my signal.”

“They?” She looked from McMichaels, to Grant, to Drew. “They who?”

Drew was grimaced. “Sharpshooters.”

“Oh, God…” Her hand shook as McMichaels unmuted the phone and handed it to her. She lifted it. “Scott?”

“Hey, baby… god… I forgot how soothing your voice is.”

She swallowed hard, her gaze riveted on the house lit up by the helicopter searchlight. She couldn’t see anyone inside, and she wanted to ask about Ray, but managed to hold her tongue as she said, “What’s going on, Scott? What do you want?”

“I want you. I want you to run away with me, baby. We’ll go find some deserted island and just live there, you and me.”

“Scott…” She could only barely hear him over the whir of rotors and the buzz of police. A news chopper joined the police helicopter and she looked over by the MDX and saw two news vans as well. “We can’t do that. I’ve got work and a lease and—”

“Who cares? We can do it. Please… I made such a mistake and I want to make it up to you now, baby. Please let me.”

Her heart slammed harder against hr ribs. “Scott… we can’t. I can’t. I—I can’t. Please, just let Ray walk out of there.”

“Let Ray walk out of here.” Scott’s voice went flat. “Ray. That’s who you care about, isn’t it? You do love him, don’t you?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and drew in a deep breath, hoping like hell she wasn’t about to make the worst mistake of her life. “I do, Scott. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.”

“Theo…”

“Let him go. He had nothing to do with the problems you and I had.”

“No. That was me. It was all me. I fucked up and I can’t fix it, can I?”

She drew in a deep breath and without thinking, grabbed hold of Drew’s forearm. “No. Please, let him go and come down here and talk to someone. Get help. You passed the event horizon yet. It’s not too late.”

“Son of a bitch. Yeah, Theo,” his voice grew harsher, “it is too late.”

The gunshot rang out and she dropped the phone as she jumped, her heart now in her throat as the police on the rooftop of the houses next door and across the street returned fire. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

She bolted forward, only to have McMichaels grab her. “No, Miss Bailey, you are not going near there.”

“Ray! Oh, my God, let me go! Ray!” Her pulse roared through her head, hot, stinging tears blinded her, and no matter how she fought, she was no match for the burly McMichaels and only barely heard him shout for the EMTs to get up to the third floor.

She collapsed against him, horrified disbelief coursing through her. No, this was not happening. It just could not be happening.

But Drew gathered her in his arms and whispered, “I’m so sorry,” and she knew she was only lying to herself.

It happened.

#richard armitage #stay close #stay close fanfic #fanfic #ray levine #ray levine x oc #romance #friends to lovers #damaged people #healing #love story #some smut

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forthechubbies · 3 years

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What's Wrong With Secretary Park?!

Synopsis• If balancing work and a stubborn ex-husband isn't hard enough, Let's add the boss’s seven sons falling head over heels for her to mix.

Category's• Romcon, Comedy, Office Au.

Duos• BTS X Reader

A spin-off of the original series ‘ What's Wrong With Secretary Kim’ Bangtan Edition! Starring the Handsome, Seo-Joon Park as the Ex husband.

There will be more parts but I didn’t want the title to be to long.

EP. One Two

“ Mrs. Park, Good Morning!”

“Mrs. Park, What does my schedule look like today?”

“Mrs. Park, Your coffee keeps me alive.”

In case you haven’t noticed, Park Yn, I’m the secretary to Jeon Sung-ho, the CEO of Dnd Parmatech, 85 percent of the time, newly build hospitals or centers use our funds as kickstarts. Daily I make schedules, appointments, filing documents, answering calls, and blah blah blah.

Is it boring? Yes, I know. However, quite refreshing coming from my hectic marriage. Once upon a time, I was wedded to the marvelous actor Park Seo-Joon for three years. I sat in the limelight and even had the privilege to play the part of his wife in movies. Sigh. Although the attention and riches were grand, no amount of expensive counseling could save our marriage. We never saw eye to eye on anything, and his short temper wasn’t helping.

Knowing my worth, I packed up and left without a doubt in my head. However, The documentation of our separation wasn’t finalized due to a certain one refusing to sign off on the divorce agreement. So physically, I’m still Mrs. Park but ain’t no piece of paper telling who I belong too.

Whatever! I have too much to focus on already! Game on, Game on! First, I got to get these papers approved and signed by Mr. Jeon then-

Buzz Buzz Buzz!

Who’s calling-

Speak of the devil. I could have sworn I deleted his contact a long time ago! “ What Seo-Joon? I’m busy-“

“ When is this little temper tantrum going to end? Darling, I think you made your point.”

“My point?! Listen here, You slimy son of-” Now, Now Yn calm down calm down don’t let him get a rise out you that just what he wants. A quick exhale should do the trick. “ Seo-Joon, I believe we reached an agreed on no type of communication unless it revolves around the settlement for the divorce.”

How is it possible I can physically see his snarky face?

Seo-Joon stretched out his list of complaints.” It’s been over a year. I miss your kisses, soft skin, that cute birthmark on your-“

“ You will not talk about such embarrassing things over the phone!” Thank goodness, Nobody was around to hear me shot like that.

“Why is this divorce still an issue?!” There goes that temper again-How whinny can one man be? “ If you don’t stop this, I will take matters into my own hands.”

I laughed. “ Ha, Seo-jerk, I’m not scared of you! Do your worst because It doesn’t matter if you drag me back home; it doesn’t subside the problem being over our marriage.” I feel like a broken record at this point. “ If this isn’t about the papers, this conversation is over, Mr. Park; please refrain from calling me again, goodbye.”

He chuckled and mumbled something along the lines of, “ Your cute acting cheeky like this.” The rest he continued louder “ Those delicate hands of yours were made to indulge in the finest silk and satin I can obtain, not working nine to five at whatever job hired a housewife with zero work ethic. I just know I haven’t touched your side of the room since that night- I love you, Mrs.Park, I always will.”

He hung up. You know, after he finished insulting my new lifestyle and calling me a useless housewife, the ‘ I love you’ bit at the end sounds sincere, but he is an actor! Of course.

Hmph! Just because I’m working for myself for one doesn’t mean I’m miserable. I’m actually in love with my job, It pays well with benefits, and I sat on my butt all day. If that pompous little bedazzled turd thinks making me the butt of his jokes will get me back in his arms, he has another thing coming!

“Um, Mrs. Park?”

“ What!” I snapped. “ Oh, Hoseok, I’m sorry!” I bowed my head; the poor thing nearly jumped out of his shoes.

Hoseok beamed his warm heart-shaped smile at me. “ Oppa is having a family meeting today; I guess I’m the first to show.”

I wasn’t informed about a meeting today from Mr.Jeon, maybe because it’s a family affair.

“Tada!” He cutely squeaks. A tasteful package breakfast alongside a tall cup of what I presume is a coffee from..’ Thanks Nature’!

“Oh my- Hobi, this cafe is across town-”

“I overhead Oppa scolding you for skipping meals one day and I’m here to do the same, don’t skip meals or else We will be hurt if something happens to you.” Hoseok pointed at the pack. “ Eat every bit.”

Hoseok displayed a small heart using his index finger and thumb, hopping off to his father’s double doors.

Mr. Jeon has seven sons in all. The man is a true saint; men like him and his sons are why I still believe not all men are dogs. After losing his wife to heart cancer, He just about went bankrupt, donating all he had to have found cures to multiple diseases hoping nobody else had to suffer his same heartbreak.

Love found him again in an orphanage just north of here, ‘Seoul Children Home.’ His first son, Kim Seokjin, at the time Jin was already in his teenage years, making it difficult for him to find a family due to the high demand of couples wanting a single-digit child. His birth family mistreated him, but he was beaten everywhere except his face to keep his handsome appearance. The family decided to put his money-maker to fair use and attempted to sell him. Seokjin saw his opportunity and high-tailed, landing himself in the orphanage where he happily lends a helping hand every chance he got. He learned how to read, write, cook, clean, and even tend to the tots when the nuns were busy.

This is how he met his slightly younger brothers, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, and Kim Namjoon; when being chosen for adoption, Seokjin refused to live without his baby brothers by his side.

“ Hello, Noona!”

Oh, Look just in time, “ Hello, You’re father is in his office.”

Namjoon eyed my edible gift from Hobi and raised his eyebrow as well as a question. “ So this is why Hyung left so early in the morning for-and I hope you’re having a good morning, Noona.”

I’m not older than them. Why do they call me Noona? Do I look old!?

“ Yn, Good morning! How are you!” Jin greeted me with English this morning. He must have been practicing with Namjoon lately.

“ I’m Fine. Seokjin.”

“Chu.” He blew a kiss my way. “ You’re not fine. You’re amazeing.”

“Amazing.” Namjoon corrected for the sidelines.

“Same thing.”

“Pronunciation is everything, Hyung.”

They stopped halfway from their dad’s office. Jin grinned. Wait, I know that smile; oh no, here comes a dad joke.

“ Hey, Namjoon-You know the reason I took the elevator instead of the stairs?”

Namjoon sighed. “ No, why?”

"I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something." Jin burst out laughing and clapped his hands.

I giggled not from the joke, but Jin has a contagious laugh.

“See, Yn has good taste.”

A slow deep groan entered the office belonging to Yoongi, lagging. “ I heard that terrible joke from the elevator.” Yoongi waved and leaned against my desk. “ Good Morning.”

“Good Morning.”

There was an awkward pause before Yoongi tapped my desk and pointed to his dad’s office from walking that way.

“Yoon-Yoongi!?”

He turned back towards me.

“ I have something for you. I packed it up on the way here.” Getting off my butt, I walked up and gave him a bottle of his favorite black ice coffee. Ew. I don’t know how he drinks it with no cream or sugar.

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile. “ Thank you for thinking of me.”

“You’re welcome.” And off he goes into the office as well.

Yoongi isn’t the biggest fan of human interaction, but he put forth an endeavor towards me, whether it’s a light ‘ Hi or Hello” or the simplicity of a wave. I admire his gusto. Sidenote, He’s so adorable-I know I know I shouldn’t be gushing over my boss’s son, but his chubby cheeks and almond eyes melt my heart like butter on toast!

Ahem-I better get back to answering those emails and drink this beautiful cup of expensive mud before it gets lukewarm. Yummy, The delectable taste is a boost of serotonin! I really should get to work buuut Hobi did command me to get every last bit and technically he is my boss through some type of weird relative aspect. He is the boss.

Just in a moment of seconds, The breakfast and drink was trash. Something that good should be sinful. I feel terrible I should have saved some for the babies; they would have some, especially Jungkook.

The babies should be here any minute.

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We’re so close! (yet so far away)

Hey All!

Since I last posted a fic (and even before that) I’ve been jumping back and forth between some multichaptered things I’m working on, trying to get something to stick. I’m happy to say one of my works is coming along rather nicely and is quickly reaching the halfway mark. I know its been a while since I posted something more than just 2-4 chapter thing, but i’m really excited (and nervous) about this fic and i hope you like it!

I don’t have a date for it at the moment, but i’m working really hard to get it finished and i appreciate the patience. Right now I’m thinking I will be ready to post the first chapter sometime in the middle or end of November. We might have a thanksgiving fic on our hands!

Anyway, thought I’d mention it so its not a complete surprise when it starts posting. I uh ..have a great Sunday! I’mma go back to writing now.

Here is a little snippet of the first chapter of my fic titled Love, In Other Words

Chloe Jane Decker, daughter of a policeman and the reluctant offspring of the vampire queen herself.

That is who she is and despite a few mistakes when she was younger – specifically of the hot tub variety – she had a solid head on her shoulders. Her intelligence is what saw her make Detective faster than any woman in her department and it’s also what makes her have the highest closing rate of any other Detective in the city. All of these facts mean she is good at what she does, but they also mean she can’t look the other way when certain lines are crossed. Hence her being partner-less and shunned. Well, until she met Lucifer Morningstar.

She supposes she is lucky in that regard, to have met someone who wants to be her partner. Sure, it had begun as near constant attempts to get in her pants, and though those attempts had all but disappeared, it is still nice to know she had someone on her side. Lucifer Morningstar is many things, childish, narcissistic, selfish to name a few, but she is also certain he is trustworthy. She likes having someone she can trust.

Sure, he’s handsome, any woman with eyes can see that. And she’d be lying if she said that his flirting and gawking didn’t do something for her confidence. She had been lacking that lately, since the divorce, but Lucifer made everything feel…simple again.

Wait, what were we talking about?

Right, the point is, she is smart. She is intelligent and it isn’t easy to get one over on her. And yet …

And yet.

And yet Chloe sits across the interrogation table watching yet another suspect mentally undress her partner instead of answering the question. The lack of attention irks her.

Sure, to the untrained eye it might sound like she’s jealous, but why would she be jealous? She had her own life going on and there was nothing this tall, well-dressed, man-child could do that would make it better.

There might be a few things he could do.

She sits up quickly, kicking the intrusive thoughts her out of her head. “Thank You,” Chloe says, shutting the folder on the desk before sliding out of her chair.

“Uh, Detective. Are you sure we are finished asking her questions?” she hears. She pauses at the door and turns to find Lucifer with that dumb look on his face. That stupid, not at all sexy, look of confusion.

“Yup. Pretty sure,” she grits as she swings the door open.

Lucifer clears his throat. “Yes, well, I suppose we have your contact information should any more dismembered body parts turn up,” Chloe hears him say as the door closes.

Chloe huffs and approaches her desk, slamming the file onto an already piled up stack of papers. Behind her, she hears the tell-tale slap of Lucifer’s shoes as he approaches and her eyes turn to him. He spins like a dancer as he moves from standing to sitting in his chair by her desk.

“Darling, are you feeling well?”

“Fine.”

Short. Quick. Annoyed. Disgusted. Not jealous. Her lips purse as she sorts through paperwork.

He doesn’t say anything for a long time until eventually her curiosity becomes much stronger than her annoyance. Her eyes flip to him to find him staring at her, not at all convinced of anything being fine. He watches her as if he knows he should say something but isn’t sure what.

Her eyes flip down to his lips and the brief flutter in her stomach is squashed the second he opens his mouth. “It’s just- it’s unlike you to end an interrogation so abruptly,” he questions as he leans forward slightly. “Are you menstruating?”

#lucifer on netflix #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #hrfiction #snippet #deckerstar #chloe decker #lucifer morningstar #ff

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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Down

Title: Down

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,979

Warnings: Fluff, Insecurity, Mutual Pining, Idiots being idiots

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale

Author Notes: I feel like this a little bit all over the place. I was inspired by the song “Down” by 5th Harmony. And I wanted the reader to show Marcus how much she sees him as a good partner. I don’t know if I’ve done this but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Feedback is much apprecaited!

Gif Credit: @pascalitopike

It was another late night in the office. You were sitting in one of the conference rooms with files and papers strewn about around you as you worked. Steady footsteps sounded from behind you and you didn’t bother turning around as you heard the soft sigh.

“You alright Pike?” you asked as you poured over another page of information. The agent that had joined your department in D.C. about two months ago had quickly shown that he was leadership material and had risen up in the department. You hadn’t even been upset when he had slid into the leadership role for your department that you were aiming for; he was that much a leading force that you couldn’t argue with the promotion.

But something did surprise you about the agent. As much as he was a driving force as a leader he still had insecurities. Rather large ones about his ability in the romance department. Which you found confusing as since you found the man to be as handsome as someone could be. His dark chestnut hair fell over his face looked soft and made you want to run your fingers through it. His warm chocolate eyes were so expressive if you actually looked at him, they mostly held kindness and happiness but sometimes you’d seen them hold anger and determination. They had also held sadness and uncertainty in them, and it was those emotions that you picked up on that made you want to rub a hand across his back and lean in whispering to him that everything would be alright.

Marcus Pike had slowly but surely wormed his way into your life and taken up residence in not only your daily life but your mind and heart. But while you had started to grow feelings for him you knew that he didn’t reciprocate them towards you and you had slowly become accepting of that fact. It hurt, fuck did it hurt but you were more than happy to have him as a close friend and confidante. That was the best thing about Marcus he gave his all in any situation whether it be at work or in out of work. He was a man who gave in 100% effort in everything he did and that was commendable.

“Yeah I’m alright.” He said dejectedly and you looked over at him as he came to sit next to you in one of the chairs. You watched him silently for a minute as he linked his hands together and rested them over his stomach as he leaned back in the chair. Something was bothering him, and you knew after working with him for months now that his mind would be elsewhere while you tried to work. “How’s the case coming along?” he asked softly as he nodded at the table.

“It’s coming. I’m slowly working through the paperwork the local P.D. gave us. It’s just a lot to get through. Some reports they had pertain to our case others not so much. It’s just having to read through all of them to figure out if they’re pertinent.” You explained with a wave of your hand at all of your scattered papers.

“I can help.” He said easily as he leaned forward and reached for a stack of papers. You quickly slapped his hand away and he looked over at you surprised.

“Nah-uh. First of all that’s the not relevant pile I’ve got going.” You explained pointing your finger at the pile he tried going for.

“How is any of this in order?” he asked in awe as he took in the random piles around your seat. You frowned over at him and huffed out an irritated breath.

“Seriously Pike? We’ve been working together for almost three months. I would hope by now that you know the method to my madness.” You griped at him with a scowl and furrowed eyebrows. You didn’t want to admit it but it did hurt that he didn’t seem to understand the way you worked after all this time.

“You’re right I’m sorry. I do know how you work I’m just distracted.” He admitted softly with a sigh.

“Which brings me to point number two. You’re not helping me until we work out whatever it is that’s bothering you. You wouldn’t be helping me anyway if you’re distracted with whatever issue is going on with you.” You said sincerely as you looked over at him kindly. Marcus turned his eyes away from you with a guilty look. “Wanna talk about it?” you asked softly as you turned your chair to face him. Marcus didn’t look at you and didn’t say anything to you making you sigh softly. “Look if you don’t wanna talk about it tonight that’s fine but go home. You’re no good to me distracted. And I gotta get through at least a quarter of these before tomorrow.” You said honestly as you looked back at the table of papers.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” Marcus asked suddenly and the sudden change of topic made your head whip to stare at him flabbergasted. You felt your pulse rise and your heart started to race in your chest.

“Excuse me?” you asked confused. Did he know? Fuck he knew didn’t he? How did he find out? Fuck this was horrible. You were going to have to transfer weren’t you? Your mind was racing with worst case scenarios and you could feel your breath catch in your throat.

“Do you find me attractive?” he asked again and you noticed that he wasn’t looking at you but down at his hands which were back in his lap. “I mean would I make a good boyfriend?” he asked suddenly sound so insecure that your heart shattered in your chest. Who hurt him like this? You knew he was divorced and had dated some women that didn’t work out but lately you hadn’t heard if he was dating again. “I just-I mean I went on a date last night.” He explained.

You darted your eyes over to him and felt your body sag in disappointment. Your heart that had slowly been piecing itself back together was crumbling again in your chest at his words. What you wouldn’t give to take this man on a date.

“And I thought it was going great you know? I took her to nice restaurant; we talked for hours during dinner. We shared some interests. And I didn’t think I was too eager during the date but at the end of it she told me-“ he explained softly before cutting himself off.

You reached a hand over and placed it on his bicep softly. You watched as his head turned to look at your hand and then over towards you. Smiling kindly at him you nodded your head in gesture for him to continue.

“She said that it wasn’t going to work out. That I wasn’t what she was looking for.” He finished so quietly that you barely heard him. He dropped his head forward in defeat and you let him a moment to feel sorry for himself and then you tightened your hand on his bicep.

“Fuck her.” You said lowly but in a firm tone. Marcus’ head jerked up and looked at you with wide eyes filled with shock. “I’m serious. Fuck her.” You reiterated firmly nodding your head. Marcus moved like he was going to start defending her but you lifted your hand from his bicep in front of him in a stop motion. “If you start defending her I’m going to punch you.” You warned and Marcus stopped instantly staring at you with wide eyes but he shut his mouth silently.

Standing from your chair you began to pace the floor in anxious agitation in your bare feet. It had been hours ago when you had taken your heels off and the feel of the carpet under your toes seemed to ground you enough to begin talking again. Marcus just sat there staring at you with wide eyes as he tracked your pacing.

“Seriously Pike? Do you really feel like you’re not attractive or wouldn’t be a good boyfriend all because some woman said it wouldn’t work out after one date?” you began your one sided tirade as you continued to pace. You swung back to face him and threw a shrewd look at him. “If you need constant validation that you’re a good man and would make a wonderful partner then you’re not the man I’ve been working with.” You said harshly and continued your pacing again without looking over at him. “Look dating sucks. There’s so much pressure to make a good impression on the other person to get that second date that it’s no wonder that people give up on dating after a few fails. Take it from me I know. But seriously? Nothing worth having comes easy.” You said empathically as you paced away from him.

“Did you just quote one of those inspirational quotes to me?” Marcus asked softly in disbelief from behind you. You whirled around and glared at him as you began stalking over to him.

“It fits this issue doesn’t it?” you asked almost coldly. Why were you feeling so angry about this? Why were you so determined to make him believe he was worth the effort?

“I guess it does. But it still doesn’t ease any of my worry that I would make a good partner to someone.” Marcus says almost dismissively with a wave of his hand.

“Well fuck you too Pike.” You snapped at him and crossed your arms over your chest. Your eyes widened slightly but then narrowed on him as he jerked his head back to you. “What do you call us then? We’re partners aren’t we?”

“Yeah but that’s different. We’re partners at work.” He tried to reason and you glared at him until he stopped talking.

“So you being a good partner at work doesn’t matter?” you asked lowly and watched as Marcus watched you discerningly. “You’re not only a good man you’re a great partner. You have the brains to figure out most of the crimes that we come across. You not only know how to firm and commanding of our team but you also know how to kind and emphatic towards the victims that we deal with.” You begin listing off to him to try and show him that he was worth it. “You would make an excellent boyfriend Pike. You’re willing to be there for your partner no matter what, you’ve shown that not only to me but also to the rest of our team. You put people before yourself almost to a fault.”

You begin pacing again feeling like you’re on a roll explaining to him that he is a good partner and how much a catch he is.

“And yeah you’re attractive. You’ve got this whole suave without trying thing going for you. And while I give you shit for that patchy scruff on your face you call a beard it fits your face and makes you look ruggedly handsome.” You say as you wave your hands in the air around you while you continue to pace. You don’t notice Marcus sitting up straighter in his seat as he turns his head to you. “You got nice looking hair that looks like all you did was roll out of bed and run a hand through it. It’s so soft looking too. Do you know how many women would kill to have effortless hair like you? Millions.” You don’t realize you’re starting to ramble now and Marcus is watching you with a contemplative look on his face. “Your eyes are a pretty chocolate color that have hints of gold in them that just make them shine. And your nose while I think it’s your least favorite feature. If I remember correctly you once told me you thought it was too big. It’s prominent yeah but it fits you, it’s a strong nose that you shouldn’t be ashamed of.” You continue on.

Marcus is watching you now and he’s starting to feel a little hot under the collar at all of your compliments. That conversation had only been in passing as you and your team had all sat around this conference table just shooting the shit. Talking about things you would’ve changed about yourself if you could. Marcus remembers that he had mentioned he’d change his nose because it was an insecurity, and if he remembers you hadn’t partaken in that conversation easily dodging the question. But you had remembered that conversation from a month ago.

Looking back over at you Marcus tuned back into your rambling as he watched to speak passionately about him feeling insecure, when you obviously thought he shouldn’t.

“You’ve got so much to bring to a relationship and maybe one day you will find someone who actually sees that for themselves. And it’s a pity that you don’t see that either. Because I see it.” You conclude with a soft sigh. Marcus watches as you stand next to your chair resting a hand on the table and drop your head between your shoulders. You see it. Marcus tilts his head as he watches you take in a breath and shake your head slightly before you sit back into your chair. “Go home Pike I’ll finish up here and make sure the lights are turned off.” You say wearily without looking over at him. You see it. Marcus furrows his eyebrows slightly.

He’s thinking back on all the memories he has with you. The way you would grow quiet when he would talk about his dates that he would infrequently go on. Or the way you would watch his six whenever you went into the field together. The way you always pick up coffee for him if you knew he had been working late the night before. Marcus darts his eyes over to you and sees you pouring over another sheet of paper in your hands not paying any mind to him. Your hair is pulled back away from your face and your eyes are darting around the page as your mouth purses into an adorable pout.

He wonders if you’ve seen the way he takes care of you as well. The way he’s always checked in on you during the work day. The way he’ll always make sure you’ve eaten and that you don’t stay too late at the office. He wonders if you’ve seen the way his hand would find the small of your back when you’re out in the field together working together. Or the way he likes keeping you close just so he knows you’re safe. He wonders if you’ve seen the way his heart beats harder when he’s alone with you. Or the way he had to pull his hands back when he wants to touch you. He wonders if you’ve seen the way he’s fallen hard for you and dates other women to try to distract him from you. And he wonders if you’ve seen the way he doesn’t talk about those dates because he’s seen that it upsets you.

“How long have you seen it?” he asks suddenly and you’re jolting in surprise. He grins softly wondering if you had completely forgotten he was there.

“What?” you ask confused as you squint your eyes at him in that way he knows means you’re trying to figure out his angle.

“How long have you seen that I would make a good partner?” he asks softly and watches as your eyes dart over to him and wave your hand dismissively.

“Since I’ve met you.” You said nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.

“And you didn’t think to mention anything whenever I’ve brought up my other dates?” he asked softly.

“Marcus, what was I supposed to say? That I think all the women you’ve dated are idiots and weren’t good for you? I’m pretty sure I have said that before.” You gripped at him with a tired huff. “If they can’t see that you’re a good looking compassionate man then their loss. You need to find someone who can see that and more about you.”

“Like you?” he asks almost breathlessly. Your face darts up to him and he sees the hurt in your face, but he doesn’t understand why you’re feeling hurt.

“Don’t patronize me.” You say lowly and Marcus shakes his head.

“I’m not, you said you see it. And obviously you have seen it for some time. Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks persistently now.

“Yeah that would’ve been a great conversation Marcus. Let me just tell my coworker I’m in love with him and that’s he’s too blind and stupid to notice it.” You say sarcastically. It’s quiet for a span of time when you whisper out. “Fuck.”

Marcus’ eyes are dancing delightedly across your frame as you slump forward resting your head on the table with a thud. He chuckles softly and shakes his head at your antics.

“Well if I’m blind and stupid so are you.” He quips back to you and grins as you turn your head to look at him with a scowl.

“What are you talking about?” you grouse at him with that scowl and furrowed eyebrow look you give him when he’s annoying you.

“I didn’t notice that you were in love me but you also didn’t notice that I fallen in love with you either sweetheart.” He bantered to you with a grin. Your eyes widen and your lips part with a soft pant.

“For real life?” you ask breathlessly as you lift your head for the table and Marcus chuckles softly at you as he moves closer to you.

“For real life.” He says lowly as his hands cup your face and bring you closer as he presses his lips to yours.

#my writing #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #the mentalist

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khhunniewriting · 4 years

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The Others (15)

[ Mafia/Gang AU ] [ Index ]

Warning: Suggestive/Mature content

In order to give you and his son an official title Joonkyung went to work. He had to find Jia’s real father, assert his dominance over Ambition, and most importantly... divorce Kylie.

Joonkyung presented the divorce forms to you as a result of his work the past few weeks. Everything was in place. He worked his lawyers day and night to look for any and all loopholes. If he was going to do this he had to make sure everything was covered.

He would keep all of Illionaire and Ambition. He would share custody of Ji-hoon until he was of age to make his own decisions. If money was all that Kylie wanted then Joonkyung would willingly compensate her, he would give half his fortune as long as he was free of her. Besides, he could always make more money. His businesses were in place and would continue to make revenue while she piddled away at the finite amount.

By then she would be another man’s problem.

“I thought you said divorce was impossible.”

It was strange, Leo knew nothing of other families except for what he had seen on television but he knew this wasn’t normal. Their lives revolved around these meeting-like gatherings in Joonkyung’s office.

It was obvious Ji-hoon was used to it by how he often tuned in and out at appropriate times.

“Our marriage was based on a contract between my father and hers. I handed over the contract to the lawyers who specialize in the laws of our organizations. They know the rules pertaining to the others.”

The others meaning, the other son and mother.

You looked over at Leo who simply looked back showing no sign of discomfort.

After several weeks of this, he found himself quickly adapting. All he had to do was sit idly and listen to the information. Like this, he quickly found out what kind of man his father was. He found out what he did, how he did it, and why his life was so complicated after finding out he was his son.

Despite knowing his father’s circumstances, a part of Leo refused to accept him. He felt that if he truly loved his mother he could have looked for her despite her leaving him. He obviously had the means to look for people.

His thoughts were broken by Ji-hoon’s abrupt stance.

Ji-hoon sat up stomping his feet on the ground to lean forward. Everything seemed in place to the adults but there was one problem Ji-hoon wished to address.

“She can’t force me to go with her right?”

Both you and Joonkyung put your qualms on hold to address the teen’s concerns.

“Shared custody means she has equal rights of interaction with you. The lawyers took into account the fact that you have been living with me for the past five months and that you are enrolled in a school nearby. If anything your mother can claim her rights every weekend. You won’t have to live with her but-”

“I have to see her every weekend? What if I don’t want to? Is she just going to show up like last time?”

Clearly, Ji-hoon had many concerns that you felt were best handled by Joonkyung. You gave him a look asking him to assure Ji-hoon that everything would be alright but Joonkyung had his own way of handling his son.

“I can’t stop her from claiming her parental rights until you are eighteen.”

“Joonkyung, I’m sure you can do something if he doesn’t want to go with her.”

Ji-hoon had been dejected until you stepped in to help him. His eyes grew wide with the hope that perhaps he could set the limit on his interactions with his mother. As it was now, seeing her every other weekend was enough of a challenge. She continuously asked about his father’s business and interactions, pestered him to continue studying things he had no interest in, and polishing his image.

Joonkyung silently contemplated.

He hadn’t foughten for full custody of Ji-hoon knowing very well that Kylie was solely interested in their son inheriting everything. He figured this would be the only way she would sign the papers. If he dared to fight for full custody it was probable this would amount to nothing.

“There’s not much we can do.”

Ji-hoon looked over at you with pleading eyes knowing there was a much better chance of you convincing his father.

You held his hand assuring him you would do your best to help.

“But there is something right?” You were quick to catch onto the meaning behind his words.

Joonkyung relented and regathered the papers that would have to be redrafted. “I’ll see what I can do.”

\\\

After weeks of drama with their parents and each other Leo and Ji-hoon were happily getting back to their usual routine- despite the legal talk. They would go to school where they could be themselves- to a certain extent.

Leo still forbade Ji-hoon from calling him little brother while Jihoon practically begged to hear him call him big brother once more.

“Don’t we have a game soon?” Ji-hoon asked Cjamm as he settled down into his seat and put his feet up onto his desk. After being benched the last game due to having missed so much school and practice, he was feeling a build-up of energy and possibly aggression.

Cjamm nodded, “Should be this week but coach says it might be canceled.”

“Why?”

“The team we’re going up against has some major issues. A few of their stars were injured after going up against this really tough team. Their team was small to begin with so there aren’t many people to stand-in.”

“I really want to play~” Ji-hoon groaned.

“Don’t worry, we might play that tough team instead.”

“Anyone is fine just let me play-” Ji-hoon yawned not even a few minutes after arriving into his classroom. He pulled the hood of his jacket down over his eyes and began drifting not without mumbling first. “Leo’s mom really wants to see...”

Nauen immediately perked up hearing Leo’s name.

“I want to see Leo’s mom,” Cjamm sighed.

Ji-hoon immediately sat up, “Don’t even think about it.” Now he understood Leo’s previous actions. Leo’s mom wasn’t just Leo’s mom anymore. She was also his father’s girlfriend- Illionaire’s Lady.

“Not you too... she’s not your mom.”

“Still, she and my dad-”

That’s all Naeun was able to hear before the bell rang signaling the beginning of class.

\\\

After following Kylie around Beenzino was able to report the places she frequented to Dok2. Out of all the places, there were a few hits for known money launderers and they all pointed to one group.

“So it’s JM?” The Quiett speculated who out of the group was the one crazy enough to associate with Kylie. They had a few high-ranking officers that would attract Kylie but only a couple of names came to mind. “Could it be Vasco?”

“He’s married and has his own kids.”

“That’s clearly not a problem,” Hyoeun chimed in.

“Then what about Swings, he has a long history.”

Beenzino nodded bringing said list to their attention. “There are five kids, all boys from different mothers, the youngest is seventeen. I looked into them but none were ever married to him. They all got compensated but none hold power of JM.”

“Did he suddenly mature and grow a conscience?” Changmo asked.

Beenz shook his head, “According to my information, it seems he has maintained a stable relationship since then with a married woman. Is this married woman Kylie, you ask?” Beenz tried to add some dramatic pauses before slamming down the damning evidence. “It is!”

There it was a picture of Swings and Moon Jia.

“Swings, legal name Moon Ji-hoon.”

No one had been able to dig up much of his personal life. Swings wasn’t like them who inherited their groups or were born int the organizations they serve. He built it up from nothing, he was an orphan with no record... or so everyone thought.

Joonkyung held back his anger. Seeing his wife’s lover wasn’t the problem, what bothered him was the fact that she dared to name their son after him. It was a slap to his face and his ego.

“Donggab arrange a meeting with the lawyers.”

“Yes,” The Quiett immediately stepped out of Dok2′s office relieved he was dismissed after such a revelation.

The rest awaited their chance to escape never meeting Dok2′s eyes.

“You three,” Dok2 pointed to the top three Ambition guys. Hash Swan, Changmo, and Hyoeun. They had been newly recruited when Ambition first came into his possession so they were incredibly loyal to Dok2 despite deriving from Ambition. “Find out who knew about this and who within is still loyal to Kylie.”

“Yes Boss,” the three responded and escaped in unison.

Only Beenz remained. He was now able to take a seat in one of the empty chairs. “What now Boss?”

“I need 100% assurance that it’s his.”

Beenz was slightly startled by the dark tone. Jia suddenly became an object rather than a person as Dok2 continued to talk about them.

“I can’t just get a sample from JM’s leader.”

“Do the same thing you did with Leo and Ji-” Dok2 inhaled sharply unable to say his own son's name. “Get one of his sons to cooperate. A willing testimony from one of the older ones should assist our case. Compensate if you have to.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Once his office was emptied Dok2 slammed his fist into the desk. Now he knew why she insisted on naming their son. She had been playing him for a fool all these years.

“What!” he shouted when he heard a knock on the door.

You hesitated but opened the door slightly. “Sorry, I thought you said to come back at this time.”

Joonkyung had sent you off to another room where he asked you to look through countless files pertaining to AOMG while he held his meeting. You had to quickly familiarize yourself with the threat in order to assist him.

“No, it’s fine- come in.” Dok2′s hands unclenched feeling the slightest bit of relief after seeing you.

You stepped up to him going beyond his desk to stand beside him and set the files down. “I went through everything and-” you jumped at the feeling of his hand running up the back of your thighs before resting on the bottom of your ass.

“What are you DOING?!” Your voice went an octave higher as his other hand joined in the mischief.

He wrapped his arms around you pulling you against him so his face hid in your abdomen while his hands continued to evoke a blush from you. There was no response for a while. He eventually sat you down on his lap securing you there with his arms around your waist, only moving them when your hair or clothes got in the way.

Joonkyung kissed your shoulder continuously going up to your neck and ear.

“I’m upset.”

“What did I do?” You quickly asked not aware of the situation.

“Not you.”

His responses were annoyingly short.

“Then why- ah!” You groaned loudly as he bit down on your sensitive spot. “Joonkyung!” You slapped his hands but he responded by readjusting them on the swell of your chest.

Your shirt began to ride up as his movements became needier. You tried pulling it back down into place but Joonkyung got a hold of your hand and instead brought it behind you to rest on his lap.

Instantly you felt his need and began to hear the thumping of your heart. Blood was rushing to all the wrong places. Your mind was no longer thinking straight, you were no longer wondering what upset him. All you could feel was the warmth that overtook you.

It was strange how often you found yourself going along with his desires. It took a lot more out of you to match his pace now than before when you first met but- “Joonkyung we just... this morning.”

“So?”

His hand held your chin turning you to the side so his lips could claim yours. The kiss was automatically deepened as he felt starved for attention. His heart was settled having you near but his mind was in a bad place now due to the new information. He felt like killing someone but he knew he couldn’t... yet. Instead, he would focus on what he could do now that Kylie had dug her own grace.

Now he could fully enjoy your company to his heart’s content.

“It’s never enough,” he panted as he released your lips. By now your shirt was rolled up to your neck, one of his hands was inside the black lacey cup, and the other was on your lap working on the button and zipper of your jeans.

A knock on the door startled you into a panic imagining yourself being caught exposed like this. The door was clearly not locked, as you had proven by entering earlier. If someone uncourteous were to come by they would open the door to a sight.

“Go away!” Joonkyung immediately responded.

At this point, he could no longer be stopped.

His kisses were deeper, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle itself around yours. There was nothing he wanted to do more than you.

“Clothes off,” he demanded after finally letting you go.

“What, here!?” Your eyes widened seeing him toss his own shirt and jacket aside, now only his chains hung around his neck. It was a sight that took your breath away. “What if someone-”

He didn’t allow you to finish voicing your concerns. He continued to kiss your neck until your mind was once again muddled. With only Joonkyung on your mind and in your eyes, you began acting on instinct.

Outside Dok2′s office, The Quiett stood watch knowing exactly what was going on behind the closed door when his assistant informed him you were the last person to enter. If anyone else were to interrupt they would all surely pay for it. Since the lawyers were all present in the building and available he thought it best to bring them by as soon as possible. He was only gone a few minutes, he never imagined his Boss would be so quick to get in the mood.

The Quiett ignored the lawyers questioning looks and directed them to instead wait in one of the meeting rooms.

“I will bring the Boss shortly.”

The Quiett’s low voice was overpowered by a sudden chorus of moans on the other side of the door. Everyone in range averted their eyes as they pretended to hear nothing.

“Joonkyung!” You bit your lip unable to suppress every moan. Your hands were holding the edges of Joonkyung’s desk, knuckles turning white, to avoid from falling face-first into the wooden surface.

Papers were scattered everywhere in the heat of the moment but Dok2 didn’t care. He was enjoying the intimate moment- as primal as it was. After rekindling their relationship Joonkyung had yet to be this brazen or demanding.

It was embarrassing but you were also enjoying. It reminded you of your younger selves when Joonkyung could hardly keep his hands to himself. When you heard him begin to grunt you knew he was close.

Soon his grip on your hips began to tighten and his movements became far more erratic. “Y/N I’m-”

“I know,” you panted allowing him to finish however he pleased.

There was one last moan.

The Quiett sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. He was trying to rid himself of the blush that had inadvertently taken over his face. If he hadn’t left his notes in Dok2′s office he would have run off without a care in the world.

He waited several minutes before knocking once more.

This time there was no verbal response only shuffling.

Dok2 quickly picked up the papers that littered his floor while you locked yourself in his personal bathroom. Once everything seemed normal, to an extent, he called Donggab in.

The Quiett warily entered his eyes focused solely in Dok2′s direction afraid of seeing something he shouldn’t. “The lawyers are in the meeting room on the second floor.”

“Alright, let’s go talk to them.” Dok2 quickly knocked on the bathroom door to let you know he would be leaving.

It was then that The Quiett saw the disarray of files on the boss’ desk. That was the end of The Quiett’s patience. “There is a couch right there!” He exclaimed while pointing out the nearly new leather couch in the corner of Joonkyung′s office.

\\\

After cleaning and straightening out your appearance you emerged into the empty office clutching onto your chest. The adrenaline and euphoria that helped you forget your environment were now gone. The thought of stepping out and meeting people after what you just did had your heart thumping in your ears.

You decided to wait for Dok2 there. Sitting down in his chair you began to fix the files that had been corrupted. Some were torn and crumpled rendering them useless but you did what you could.

As you organized you came across the files pertaining to Jia and her father. It wasn’t clear whether you were allowed to read these files but you were hardly able to look away. When you saw the picture of a man carrying a little girl you immediately put two and two together.

“This must be Moon Jia...” you realized she looked exactly like Kylie. It was scary to think there would be another version of her to deal with later in the future. Although you hoped she would be far less threatening than her mother.

Next, you picked up a stapled packet, thick with various pages. You quickly browsed them until you were left with an unhinged jaw. “Five different mothers!”

Joonkyung walked in at that moment with The Quiett in tow.

You quickly put the scary file together and stacked it atop the rest.

“What’s wrong?” he asked seeing your shock still clearly present on your face.

“Nothing, it’s just-” your eyes wandered to the file. “Jia’s father is... busy.” Busy was the only word you could manage to use to describe him.

The Quiett would argue you two had no right to talk when you couldn’t be trusted to be left alone in an office.

“You read it?” Dok2 circled his desk but allowed you to remain sitting while he stood. You deserved to rest after what he just put you through.

“Not all of it.”

Dok2 searched through the documents to pull out the old juvie record from a foreign country of a young Swings. “He goes by Swings, his real name is Moon Ji-hoon.”

Once again your jaw was left to hang. “Ji-hoon,” you repeated. It was hard to call it a coincidence. Had she not known about Leo and Ji-hoon having their blood tested she might have begun to suspect Kylie was unfaithful long before Jia. Still, she had the nerve to taunt Joonkyung like this?

“I have people looking into their relationship for anything useful that might help us with my son’s case.”

\\\

At home Leo finished his homework, having started as soon as they arrived from school while Ji-hoon lazed around and took a nap.

“Finished already?” Ji-hoon stumbled into Leo’s room not bothering to knock despite Leo’s constant warnings to do so. “if only we were in the same class...” he sighed wishing he could just copy his little brother’s work.

Leo silently glared at him not bothering to remind him that he could easily do so if he would do well on more than just the tests.

Of course, Ji-hoon understood that is what he meant with that glare- now that he was proficient in his brother’s silent language. “There’s more to life than school and basketball my dear little brother.” He plopped down on Leo’s well-made bed with a sly smile. “Don’t you have any other interests?”

Leo looked over at the trophies and belts that rested in a display case on the opposite wall.

“Besides Taekwondo.”

Leo blinked, there was nothing else he particularly found interesting.

“What about video games, cars, motorcycles, fashion, girls...” Ji-hoon suddenly remembered how much attention his silent brother got from the female population at school. “What kind of girls do you like?”

Leo shrugged.

“Fine, I’ll say it first. I like sexy girls that like to dress provocatively and wear strong perfume.” Ji-hoon thought for a moment what else was important, “big boobs too.”

Leo rolled his eyes at the last part. “You would say that.”

Although Leo had never put much thought into what kind of girls he found favorable, he knew what he didn’t like. “As long as she isn’t annoying.”

Ji-hoon laughed. “Sure but what about looks?”

“Does it matter?” Leo shot back. Honestly, he didn’t think much of the girls that approached him. They always seemed to be like the girls Ji-hoon just described. He noted they tended to roll up their skirts and unbutton their shirts until a portion of their chest was visible. “Someone with some sense would be better,” he thought out loud.

Ji-hoon nodded understanding what it was all amounting to. “So you like the smart shy types.”

“Smart and shy is better than dumb and annoying.”

-end-

A/N: I’m setting up a lot for the future content of this series. That’s the best I can do when it comes to smut and such.

I also included an index since this is getting lengthy.

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