#those fucking phones I had at my old job that were synced with
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Smart technology? More like DUMB technology amirite
#this applies to everything#telsa#automated phone systems#ai#ai art#those fucking phones I had at my old job that were synced with#microsoft teams#microsoft teams SUCKS#the general pressure in every industry from cars to entertaimnent to healthcare to make everything automated and new and sellable#capitalism has ruined everything#EVERY FUCKING THING#ugh#vent
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Meet My Dad || A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader Imagine
A/N: SO we were brainstomring in one of my discord groups about what would it be like if Full Metal had a daughter, and now it’s a thing where if i write this for @theysayitscrazy then @bravo-four-seal-team has to behave for a week. Also, this contains the ship Trent/Metal.
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“Dad!” You yelled, walking into his house uninvited as usual. Did you really need an invite to the place you called home for the longest time, though? He wasn’t there, that was evident by his cat, Whiskers, still needing to be fed for the morning. You filled his bowl with kibble, petting the old boy who used to keep you company on dark and stormy nights.
You walk further into his kitchen, seeing the note on the counter that said that he’d be back later. You write a note back, telling him that you’ll be at your boyfriends, and to call you later. You pet the cat once more, before leaving the home, suddenly nervous at the thought of your dad knowing about you and Brock, and your plan for them to meet.
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Full Metal came home a couple hours later, petting Whiskers and putting the groceries away. You and him had a weekly gumbo night, where you all eat and either watch a movie or play some games, getting your time with each other you two needed in in one night.
He’s been a single dad for over twenty years, your mom having left him and you when you were just three years old. He bared no hard feelings, his life and job was complicated and she never truly wanted to be a mom. So, he took time to figure out how to parent you while being home all the time, and figured who’d watch you when he was away. You two made it work, and now you’re closer than ever.
He found the note, noticing your handwriting right away, and visibly paled as he read its contents. A boyfriend? Who? and when? He could have sworn you would have told him before now about any boy you were seeing. He needed to take a breath, calm down. You were a grown adult, with an apartment of your own and a stable job, it wasn’t the end of the world that his baby had a boyfriend.
He took a second, making sure his hands stopped shaking before he picked up the phone, dialing the oh-so-familiar number.
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You were straddling Brock’s lap, your tongues colliding as you moved in sync. His lips had then attached to your neck, causing you to moan. Your hands were tangled into his hair, causing him to groan when you pulled it accidentally. His hands travelled down your back, resting just before the opening of your jeans. One hand slid up your shirt, his hands feeling rough against your soft skin, you giggling as he flipped you over, so he was on top.
He opened your legs, putting his knee right next to your covered core, letting you grind against it as he continued his trail of kisses down your chest. He almost took his shirt off when you heard your phone ring, interrupting the fun that was about to come. You quickly grabbed it, groaning as it was your dad. Brock nodded in understanding, moving to lay beside you on the bed as you answered, “Hi Dad!”
“Y/N, you left a note. Boyfriend? Who the fuck are you dating? Why haven’t you told me about this guy beforehand?” Metal shot off at an impressive pace, not impressed that she told him this through a note, for fucks sake.
“I’m great! How are you, are we on for gumbo tonight? I brought him up because I thought about bringing him.” You said sarcastically, moving to snuggle up to Brock, who happily wrapped his arms around you, his leg intertwining with yours.
Metal was pacing in his living room now, rolling his eyes at the sarcasm he heard at the beginning of your response. “You want to bring him? To our tradition?” He asked, shocked you’d even consider it.
“Well, yeah, Dad, it’s just one gumbo night for you to meet him and get to know him outside of work. Besides, you bring Trent sometimes!” You retorted, huffing at the hypocrisy. You could hear Brock chuckling beside you, causing you to stick your tongue out at him.
“That’s different, it’s Trent!” He shot back, stopping his pacing as he was worried he was going to step on Whiskers. He then continued, “Trent’s being invited if you bring him. Wait,” he spoke, his mind registering what all you said thirty seconds ago, “Outside of work? HE WORKS AT DEVGRU?!?!?” He yelled, feeling his face getting hot with anger. One of those idiots is dating his kid?
You put the phone away from your ear, he’s always deafening when he’s angry. Brock kissed your shoulder, one of his hands moving up to grab your breast, massaging it gently, causing you to roll your eyes. “Yes, he works at DEVGRU. He’s on Bravo, with Trent. Invite him! You know I love T,” you say easily, your breath hitching as Brock continues to tease you.
Metal doesn’t even know what to reply to that. He’s full on having a meltdown. His kid, his sweet, caring, loving child is dating someone in Bravo. Oh, Oh god, They’re dating that cocky ass kid. “I gotta go, see you two tonight.” He said quickly, before hanging up without you getting a word in. He rubbed his face with his free hand, before calling Trent to come over.
“He hung up,” you said simply, putting the phone back down on the nightstand, before focusing on the man beside you. You adored him, not just physically, but the kind soul he has, and the willingness to do whatever was necessary to keep you safe and happy. You knew your Dad was a bit... much, but you hoped once he saw you two together, he would calm a bit. “Now, where were we..” you trailed off, giggling as he turned over onto you, starting where you both had left off.
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Trent was a little worried when Full Metal called him, panicking at the apparent fact that Clay was dating his kid. Trent had been around you since you were a little kid, becoming very close to Metal as they started working together at DEVGRU.
He was incredibly amused at the fact that Metal was having a meltdown while simultaneously starting the gumbo for the night. He wouldn’t interrupt the man, he’s just here to listen and watch his friend chop and cook everything the gumbo needed ingredient wise, while yelling at how Clay was too arrogant foe his own good.
“Of course Y/N would go out with him. Why go for one of us, anyways?” he asked rhetorically, chopping up the andouille sausage, probably imagining it was Clay’s.. well... you know.
“Because they were raised by you? And surrounded by a Naval influence their entire life?” Trent shot back, chuckling as Metal glared at him. Man, if looks could kill...
“Scott, take a breath. You raised Y/N well, they must see something in Clay to not only go out with them, but to want to introduce him to you,” Trent tried to reassure the man, who this time took a deeply breath and nodded.
“I just don’t want them to get hurt,” he spoke quietly, shaking his head at the thought. You were his child, his only one at that, he hated seeing you cry, especially over some dumb ass kid.
Trent nodded, standing up to go over to him, rubbing his back. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. He’s helped Scott raise you since you were a kid, he felt similarly about keeping you safe.
They were silent for a while, before Trent felt like he needed to reassure Scott one more time. “Tonight will be fine, you’ll meet the boyfriend, be polite tonight and then tomorrow you can threaten all you want,” he offered up, and it worked, as he saw Scott smile for the first time today.
“Come tonight?” Metal asked, he didn’t want to have to deal with this alone. Plus, he could just have it on his head that this is just the team hanging out and you just so happened to be there.
Trent nodded, smiling at the offer. He knew Scott needed someone here with them to keep him calm, and he was secretly hoping he’d ask him to stay anyways, the guy makes a mean gumbo.
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It was three hours later, and Brock was suddenly incredibly nervous. He knew Metal was going to kill him, especially because it was his only kid that we’re talking about. He was in love with them, though, so he guessed he’d make it work.
“It’s going to be fine, Dad’s just a big teddy bear,” you reassure him, watching him chuckle nervously. You smiled, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Your boyfriend may be a man of few words, but it was no secret he was worried about your dad’s reaction.
The silence was comfortable as he drove you both towards your childhood home. He was quiet, taking in the site of the place where Metal raised you, squeezing your hand when he heard you take a shaky breath.
“Hey,” he said quietly, catching your attention as you were getting lost in your worries. “I love you, Y/N/N.”
You smile brightly, saying “I love you too,” before he pulls you in for a kiss, all and full of adoration. He breaks away for a few moments, kissing your nose in the process, causing you to giggle.
You lead him up the steps to the front door, noting that Trent’s bike was in it’s usual spot. You smiled a little, happy your dad’s boyfriend was here to enjoy the chaos. You whispered to Brock, “I told you my dad and Trent were together, right?”
Brock’s eyes widened, shaking his head. Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought, before taking a deep breath. You smile at him, before opening the door, going into your family home, which was warm and the smell of the spices in the gumbo. You picked up Whiskers, who was hanging out in the cat tree by the entryway, and said to Brock, “This is Mr. Whiskers, he used to keep me safe when it was storming and Dad was on a mission.”
Brock saw the way your eyes lit up with you saw the cat, and his heart melted a little bit. He pet the furry creature, personally he wasn’t a fan of cats but he couldn’t help but pet him.
You put him down, taking his hand as you guide him further into the home, yelling, “T, Dad! We’re here!” You give his hand a squeeze, bringing him to the living room.
Trent came out from the living room, smiling as he saw you with... Brock. “Hey kid,” he hugged you tightly, before finally breaking, laughing hysterically at the fact that it was Brock you were with.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Metal left the kitchen, hearing his boyfriend of five years laughing hysterically. He walks in, seeing Trent doubled over in laughter, looking at you, smiling. “Hey baby,” He spoke softly, opening his arms for a hug, looking at who she brought with her, completely expect Clay, and not... Brock?
“Brock? Dog boy? Seriously?” He asked, causing Brock to laugh a little bit.
You backed away from your Dad, going to your boyfriend, who immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You shot back, “Well, yeah? Who else would I have gone for, Sonny?”
Oh, yeah, that broke Metal.
He just stared at you two, trying to form words, but his brain was short-circuiting. Trent was in tears, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. “Didn’t.... see that...coming,” he finally got out, grabbing onto Metal’s shoulder yo hold him up.
“I thought you were dating Clay,” your dad said slowly, shaking his head at the fact you brought the weird one home... typical.
You look at him confused, “No... Brock and I have been together for almost a year,” you tell him gently, smiling as your feel Brock kiss your forehead. You leaned into him for comfort, worried about what your dad will say.
“I... alright,” he sighed, smiling as Trent kissed him on the cheek. Trent was proud of him being calm, and not threatening your boyfriend. In reality, he was planning Brock’s death a very violent way, and where to hide the body.
The night went smoothly, a little too smoothly, if you were honest. Everyone ate and had a good time, the night ending with each Carter cuddled up to their significant other, watching a horror movie.
Brock had went to start the truck after the movie was over, letting you to hug your dads. “Thank you,” you whispered, smiling at Metal.
“what for?” he chuckled, letting go so you could hug Trent.
“For being nice to him, and not threatening to kill him,” you chcuckled as you hugged Trent, who went back to having his arms wrapped around Metal when you let go. Metal nodded, as you said goodbye, not knowing his plans for in the morning.
“You did good, babe,” Trent mumbled, kissing his cheek before making sure the food was away, getting ready to go to bed.
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All was quiet on the base the next morning, the hustle and bustle of the military operation at it’s usual pace. All of Bravo trickled in one by one, no one understanding the scene in front of them as they entered the cage room.
In front of Brock’s locker, there was a hatchet, a bag of lye, and a shovel; along with a note which was written in, what looked like, blood.
“Brock,
You hurt my kid, these tools will be used in removing you from the situation. The hatchet will be used to cut you up into bite-sized pieces for Cerberus to enjoy. What is left of you will be dissolved by the lye, and you will be buried where no one can find the evidence.
They’re my child, I will do whatever it takes to make sure they are happy and safe.
I’m watching you.”
Bravo watched Brock visibly pale as he read the note, causing Trent to smile, shaking his head at his boyfriend’s antics. He should have known last night was too calm, that Metal was being polite because Y/N didn’t want their father to be overprotective.
Oh well, at least Brock understood now the consequences if he fucked up.
#brock reynolds x reader#brock reynolds x carter!reader#scott full metal carter#seal team#seal team imagine#Trent Sawyer#Trent Sawyer x Scott full metal carter
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pretty little liar
Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader
Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.
Genre: College!AU
Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing
Word Count: 4,867
A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️
The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.
You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.
And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.
“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”
You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”
Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”
You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”
She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”
“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”
He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.
Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.
“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”
“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”
Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”
With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”
Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”
You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”
Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”
Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”
“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”
Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.
The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.
And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.
Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.
For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?
Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.
You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.
Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…
If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.
Heh.
Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.
“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”
“Um…”
She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”
“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.
Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.
And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.
“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.
“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”
“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”
It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”
You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”
He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”
“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”
“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”
Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”
You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.
Tequila’s kicking in…
Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”
Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”
This bitch.
Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”
Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.
And then he spoke.
“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”
That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”
His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”
Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”
Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”
Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”
“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.
You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?
Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.
Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.
The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.
It made you feel powerful.
You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.
“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.
He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.
You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.
With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.
“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”
“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.
Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.
He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.
Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.
Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”
“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.
You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.
A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.
When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.
“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”
The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.
All you could do was try to give as good as you got.
You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.
And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”
Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”
He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”
With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.
You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.
“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”
Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.
Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.
“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”
You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.
Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.
After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.
Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”
You fixed your dress. “Sure.”
“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”
Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”
He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”
It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”
“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”
“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”
Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”
That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”
He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”
You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”
Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”
You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”
The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.
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hi 💜💜 i got a prompt about ian x body image a while ago (my inbox is a hot mess and i may have deleted the prompt lol, but i did paste it into my phone notes)- and i was feeling some feelings today & had some spare time amidst my travels & ended up writing this!!
prompt: can you write about ian and his relationship with his body image, esp post-canon when they move to the westside
(tw for body image/eating disorder/food mentions)
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He didn’t really even think about it the first times that he did it— skipping a few meals that went unnoticed in the morning clamor of the Gallagher kitchen. He noticed his skin growing tauter and tighter around his abdomen with every passing day, a hollow absence sitting like a rock in the pit of his stomach.
He did it for a reason—he’d been getting more lingering looks under the flashing lights at the club, more unwelcome fingers pressed against the now-present ridges on his stomach, tracing his toned upper arms. The less there was of him, the more they wanted him.
The thing about Ian is that he was always disciplined; the middle child, the one who was overlooked and ignored and blended in until he decided that he had to make a name for himself. He and Lip and gotten into hair-tugging, jaw-smashing fights about this very reality; Ian was completely, totally, absolutely ordinary. Until he made himself extraordinary—until he burst through the storefront labeled “ARMY” at a strip mall with smudged windows and said with a tall chest: I want to enlist.
Everything had led up to this— every push-up on the creaking slanted floor of their childhood bedroom, every jog at the crack of dawn. He was going to make something of himself, he was going to be a hero.
He was going to get the fuck away from Mickey, and his wife, and whatever else kept pushing him down and holding him back.
When Ian came back from the army, when he was sleeping on exposed floorboards and working at the club all night—that was when it all actually started. When he decided that less of him meant more—when he decided that he should give people the best show he could, because everything else was fucked up anyways. This was all he was good for.
But then Mickey came through the door, pale skin flashing in the strobe lights, wearing that fucking dark button-up with sleeves folded to his forearms and smelling like nice cologne that he’d almost definitely stolen from one of his brothers’ bathroom shelves; and for a brief moment after the initial shock set in, Ian was proud— proud of how much negative space surrounded him, proud of how he could press his thighs into stretched golden spandex better than any of the other men thrumming to the beat beside him on the podium. Proud of how much other people wanted him, when Mickey didn't.
It was only later, after Mickey carried him home (easily, too easily) after he’d passed out in a snowbank, and Ian had woken and waited for Mickey to burst into his bedroom door at the Gallagher house while he leaned against the wall and scribbled on a notepad— later, when Mickey was about to curl on the floor and sleep using one of Liam’s balled-up t-shirts as a pillow— that Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes lingering on his uncovered torso, a second longer than the quick glances of admiration from the well-dressed men with greased-back hair and grubby fingers at the club. It hit Ian, then, when he saw Mickey’s gaze that was soft around the edges, the same fuzziness and confusion of Fiona’s stares when he would chatter on for too long in the mornings:
He’s worried about me.
But Mickey played along— Ian was back, and Mickey stayed beside him this time, and chuckled when he walked down the stairs to the sight of Ian cutting off the bottom half of his old ROTC pants, now multiple sizes too big and hanging baggy even at the hips. Mickey curled beside him on the twin bed, silently stroking hair back from his forehead and cradling his cheeks with a feather-light touch as Lip and Liam’s even, sleeping breaths swirled around them. And Ian kept doing pull-ups, and told Carl that he liked the way that Mickey smelled. Mickey came out for him. And for a while things were really, really fucking good, and Ian didn’t even think about the gnawing hollow feeling in his stomach at all any more.
Until a grey morning came, quick and silent, and kept him frozen under the sheets for days.
In the months afterwards, Ian trained harder, faster—he met up with Fiona as she pushed Liam in the stroller and jogged beside them, ran before and after shifts at the club, did push-ups on Mickey’s grimy floor while he was out handling Rub N’ Tug shit.
I’m not Monica. This wasn’t going to happen again. His body could do this. His body could fix his brain.
It couldn’t.
Most of what happened on the “road trip” with Yevgeny (that was the only phrasing that Ian could really mentally use to name the incident, the only semiotic filler for “kidnapping” that didn’t want to make him burrow even deeper under his tattered blankets) was a blur—Mickey feeding him fistfuls of pills and room-temperature Gatorade, luring Mickey to the dugouts where he tried to do a pull-up and felt a quivering in his limbs, a weakness rather than a familiar and fulfilling burn. Slamming Mickey in the face with a fist that was too flimsy, too weak—a fist that still left the blooming of a bruise on Mickey’s jawline, a splatter of blood caking into his eyebrow. But still weak, still not enough. Definitely not strong enough to fight off two MPs with loaded guns, tangling his hands behind his back and forcing him into the backseat of a car.
More blurry days— on the road with Monica. Breaking up with Mickey. Getting a job at Patsy’s. Withering away, purple bags sagging under his eyes. Becoming less, always less.
Then, a glimmer of light— he met Caleb. He studied to be an EMT. He got a call from Mandy, got to wrap her in his arms in less-than-ideal circumstances.
“I got tired of starving myself to fit in that golden thong.”
It was the first time he’d said it out loud.
He started to run again—and he started to not miss it, the hollow feeling gnawing at his insides, the twisting lack. He met Trevor, he went to brunches, he ordered mimosas and muffins and kept himself in shape, but didn’t push himself too far.
So it surprised him, really, when once again his body and mind weren’t in sync.
That was the biggest thing he’d think about, in the idle hours of he and Mickey’s prison cell, months later—that for once in his life, years after the nights at the club or the hazy early mornings at Patsy’s or in a baggy janitor uniform, he was actually doing really, really fucking good. He had a following. He was strong. Or at least he thought he was.
But something about being near Mickey pulled him out of his head and into his body, centered him— it always did. Mickey had always liked his body; Ian remembered how Mickey’s eyed at lingered that night at the dugouts, when they were two kids doing pull-ups and Mickey watched his muscles clench in the moonlight, two sets of shining eyes and bodies warm with beer leaning closer to each other in the muggy air. But Ian never felt a need to flaunt his body, or change his body, for Mickey— and in so many ways, those first days in prison were like his body was coming home. Sometimes it was hard, and fast, and filthy words whispered into each other’s skin—and sometimes it left them grasping for breath in an entirely different way, in fingertips lazily skimming over collarbones and fisted into roots of hair, of breathed “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful”s escaping Mickey’s parted mouth that Ian mentally stored but never brought up again, because he knew in the best case scenario Mickey would just roll his eyes and call him a “soft bitch,” and in the worst he would just flat-out deny it. But Ian felt balanced in a way he hadn't in months, with all the "Gay Jesus" bullshit pressing in. He took his meds, he did his nightly sit-ups, he counted down the days—until the hourglass was slipped out from under his fingertips and he was teleported back to the Gallagher house, back to the place where so much of this began and so much was about to end.
The hollowness, the hunger, didn’t really need to be there anymore once he was out— it was only a dull murmur. A ghost, a memory trapped in dreams of strobe lights and prying hands.
Mickey got out, and they got married—and in the moments before Ian called Mickey an “ugly motherfucker” as he let a smile crack onto his face—and he knew Mickey felt it, knew Mickey heard: I have never known anyone as beautiful as you.
And Ian’s fullness just kept blooming and compounding and radiating after the wedding; they fought, and then they didn’t, and it didn’t matter anyways because they were fucking married. Ian kept doing sit-ups before they went to bed, even though he felt like he didn’t really have to anymore. Something big had shifted; something had settled and given way, had filled in all the cracks.
So he’s surprised, when they move to the West Side, and that feeling starts to stir again; faint, fuzzy, like some sort of invasive and shapeless amoeba in the dark corners of his brain, whispering and hissing that there should be less of him. On their first morning in the new place he heads to the gym, wearing a camo t-shit that covered his torso and shoulders—and of course he ends up making a fool of himself next to some guy, some guy that he could have been, with sweaty toned abs and bronzed skin and rippling muscles. He doesn’t know why it gets to him, that small interaction—he’s so much happier now, so fucking happy he’s buzzing with it, but there’s also something churning in the faultlines of transition; that aching for hollow absence and stretched skin and interested eyes, that feeling that made him woozy and lightheaded as a kid but also sickeningly proud, like every moment of standing tall, of dancing, of staying alive was a statement, a challenge, a test of how much he could push his ability to be desired.
He immediately pushes the thought down. He doesn’t fucking need that anymore to keep his head above water; he’s stable, he’s loved, he’s fed. He’s growing organic tomatoes, and definitely developing a farmer’s tan from his days hunched over their way-too-tiny community garden plot tenderly watering and pruning the vines and brambles. He is desired. So it doesn’t make fucking sense that the hunger, the clawing in his stomach for the absence, doesn’t really stop.
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“Okay Gallagher, spill.”
Ian felt his eyebrow raise instinctively at Mickey’s tone. “Huh?”
“You’ve been staring at this fancy fucking chicken thing you made for, like, twenty minutes. Stop staring at it and eat your goddamn dinner.”
He felt a twist in his gut. I don’t want to.
“M’actually not really that hungry.”
Mickey’s eyes narrowed. “The fuck’s up? You stressed about work shit?”
Ian huffed out a breath of relief. “Nah. It’s not that.” He fiddled with his fork on the plate, drawing lines into the sauce pooled under the tomato-basil chicken he’d made. It was healthy, it was good, he’d worked out today; he could stomach a couple bites of dinner if he fucking had to. He just had to work up to it. Even the smell was making his stomach twist— it had smelled good while he was cooking it, placing fresh-scented basil leaves into the simmering sauce, but now it just was too much.
Mickey’s boot nudged against his calf from under the kitchen island. “Ey. Is it a tired thing? Or a… sick thing?” His eyes darted to their kitchen cupboard, where Ian kept his meds on the bottom shelf by the water glasses. “Or, like, a food thing?”
Ian felt his fingers go slack around his fork. “A food thing?”
“Yeah, man, y’know. When you get all weird about food.”
A tightness in his chest. “What the fuck? I don’t get weird about food.”
Mickey’s eyes flickered to meet his—and Ian would have gotten more pissed off if he didn’t see the soft concern bleeding into Mickey’s gaze, how cautiously Mickey was trying to broach the topic. Ian blew out a breath. Of fucking course Mickey noticed this shit— he always did.
“Weird how?”
“I don’t know, man. You’re usually good, especially compared to when you were fucking starving yourself when we were kids. But, uh… I don’t know.” Now it was Mickey’s turn to play with his food, scraping his fork along the remnants of sauce on his plate that was nearly clean. “You got kind of weird about working out and shit in prison. And then at the house, with all the quarantine bullshit the first few weeks. Eating fuckin’ cereal all the time, then not eating at all. You’ve been normal since then, or whatever. Lookin’ healthy.” Ian felt Mickey’s gaze drag over him. “Just don’t want you getting stressed out and not eating again or whatever.”
Ian felt a muted warmth blooming in the hollow of his stomach, filling in the cracks of where the jagged feeling continued to claw. If it was anyone else laying out this fucking analysis of his habits Ian would’ve gotten defensive—or at the very least annoyed, that someone was pinning down yet another one of his behaviors, putting them under a fucking clinical microscope.
But of course, this was Mickey— and the difference with Mickey was that he cared, he cared so much that it made Ian’s body ache every time he realized it. Those words wouldn’t have come tumbling out of Mickey’s mouth if they hadn’t been building for a while, hadn’t been gnawing away at some corner of his mind over time.
Ian raised a hand over the table to clasp into Mickey’s warm palm—reaching over the empty plate, the plate of uneaten food.
“It’s, uh. A food thing.”
Mickey’s eyes met his—open, listening.
“You’re right about all the starving myself shit from forever ago. And the not eating. And the… quarantine stuff. I guess I just thought that now that things were good, it’d go away? And I feel so fucking good right now. But sometimes I just have weird days.”
Mickey huffed out a breath. “I fucking know you do, dumbass. M’just saying that I notice that shit. And we can figure it out.”
Ian felt the corner of his mouth tick upwards. “I really thought it was gonna go away. I’m a fucking adult.”
Mickey shrugged. “Sometimes shit doesn’t work like that, Gallagher.” He chugged a sip of water from his glass, apparently glad that this heavier part of the conversation was over now that he knew what was up. “It’s like what you tell me about my shit with Terry. Trauma doesn’t just magically fucking disappear.”
Trauma. He’d never really thought about it like that before—he had plenty of childhood shit to work through, between abandonment and raging mental illness; and he’d never really thought that his body image issues made the list.
But maybe they did— maybe this was another wound, one that he could learn to heal.
Mickey kicked his shin under the table. “There’s cereal and stuff in the cabinet, I got the Fruit Loops shit you like. Want me to wrap up the chicken and shove it in the fridge?”
All he could do was nod— and once again feel that warmth on his insides that Mickey was this good, that he knew how to make shit like this easier.
And he snuggled into the couch beside his husband, a bowl of soggy cereal in his hands.
#idrk what this is but i wrote it at LIGHTNING speed#can u tell that i reached the destination of my childhood home & am having lots of thoughts and feelings about body image LOL#i was like !!! i have a prompt about this#love u all xoxo#gallavich#shameless#shameless fic#gallavich fic#gallavich fanfiction#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#ian x mickey#ixm#tw eating disorder#tw food mention#tw ed#tw body image
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Um if you don't mind. Can you please write for M! Eden , kylar and Whitney with a tiny feminine male PC ( mistaken for a girl, feminine figure, wide hips) omegaverse if you can with omega pc
Yes I can 😳
NSFW under the cut
Eden
Mistakes you for a girl when you first meet, Eden in his rut tracking your sweet scent through the trees.
You had gotten separated from the camping trip you'd come with, shaking like a leaf at how terrified you were. You kept hearing wolves howling and branches snap.
Eden could smell your distress, instincts calling out to soothe and protect.
When he approaches you, you back up against a tree. He's a huge dark silhouette in the night, but his scent is so enticing. It tells you how strong he is, how fertile. This truly is an alpha male.
Eden sees this sweet little thing doing a poor job of hiding, and he can't take his eyes off of your hips. So wide, such a good place to hold onto. So small, too. He could just pick you up and use you to his pleasure, how could you fight back.
When he orders you to come to him, your legs move on their own accord, slick already starting to drip into your underwear.
Eden pins you to the floor and rips off your pants, confused to find a cock, but not unhappy. No, an omega is an omega, and this one is his.
Takes you over and over again before bringing you to his cabin. Something about the male keeps you lulled, keeps you grasping close and not wanting to let go. You settle in straight away, not realising your heat is due and that's why you needed to be close to the alpha.
Insists on you wearing a skirt around the cabin. Even asks you to buy a frilly apron so he can see you cook breakfast in it - the apron and nothing else.
Calls you his wife.
It used to bother you to be treated like this, but Eden does it in a way that has your legs go like jelly.
So, so protective over you. Not a day goes by where Eden doesn't mark you up, your neck looking like you've been attacked by the wild beasts that call the forest home.
Keeps track of your heat cycle and bans you from going into town a week before and after it. You have to stay at home and nest then, on the rug in front of the fire with tons of pillows and blankets, many of Eden's old clothes tucked into the nest to keep you comforted.
Loves you in his shirts. They dwarf you completely.
By now your heats have synced up with his ruts, so you're both desperate to touch each other when the time comes.
Neglects your cock during sex a lot. "Why would I need to when you cum on mine just fine?"
Kylar
Kylar often gets mistaken for an omega, so they've learned to defend themselves. Truth is they're an alpha, no matter how much their bullies try to tell them otherwise.
His favourite underwear to steal is the ones after your heats, covered in your slick. He'll spend hours at a time with it shoved against his nose while he masturbates, pictures himself knotted inside of you.
See how much it bothers you at school to be leered at over your feminine features. How often you have to tear your pants or shorts away from the grabby alphas that ask you to be their breeding bitch, that good girls like you should be full of pups.
Kylar even starts rubbing his clothes against you in your sleep, desperate to lay some claim so others can't steal you away.
You even start nuzzling into him at the park after a particularly bad day. Someone had shoved a hand down your pants and yelled out about how big your 'clit' was.
Day after day, you spend more time with Kylar and he can't believe it. Can't stop his heart hammering when you kiss him at the fountain. He makes sure to let you know he thinks you're handsome, not pretty.
When he's walking to English on day, excited to sit next to you, you pull him into a supply closet, tear streaming down your face. You're angry and hurt, and 100% serious when you demand that he mark you, presenting your slender neck to the alpha.
"But we haven't even made love yet-" Kylar gets interrupted when you start undoing his fly.
Well, it's happening now, he guesses, and he wastes no time in sinking his teeth in your neck and his cock in your ass.
You're about the same height, so there's no awkward bending to reach one another.
When you're both done, and when Kylar's knot deflates, you sluggishly wander into English half an hour late.
Doren gets about half a sentence into telling you off before they freeze, blushing and just deciding to continue the lesson while you sit down together.
Most of the class is looking on in shock, some of the alphas have hatred in their eyes directed right at Kylar. He doesn't really care right now as he cuddles up to your arm.
Likes to suck you off and finger your asshole at the same time.
Whitney
Whitney knows you have a cock. Knows you identify as a dude. Knows it bothers you when when you're misgendered.
He still forces you into the girls uniform. Has you in a training bra and panties, and if he catches you in school out of those? He's stripping you and making you parade around naked or face the humiliation of asking Leighton for a new uniform.
The last thing you want is that creep telling you that 'here, this shirt is ripped but it shows off your hips so well.'
Instead of jumping on your back, Whitney pick you up and takes you to the pool to chuck you in a lot, laughs that he can see your pussy through your wet clothes.
Whitney has you covered in marks and his scent well before they ever ask you out. It has its ups and downs, people avoid you at school so you get harassed less, but older people can smell that you haven't been fully claimed yet, so often ignore Whitney's markings, attempting to get you to come and 'see what a real alpha treats omegas like.'
When Whitney does claim you fully, knotting you in the pub of all fucking places, he just moves the panties to the side and slides himself in. You quickly gather an audience, but they keep their distance even if their phones are out and filming.
"What a pretty girl!" "He's so lucky!" "I wish my wife looked like that when I fuck her."
You want to scream at these people to shut up, to fuck off and let you enjoy yourself, but Whitney nips at your ear and whispers so only you can hear.
"Ignore them. Focus on me," his fingers wrap around your cock and start pumping.
"You're gonna cum for me aren't you? Aren't you gonna be a good boy?"
Its the first time Whitney has used your actual gender during intimate moments and you finish in his hand the second he says it.
As soon as his knot goes down you get dragged out of the pub and he sends you home.
Unfortunately, the next day at school he's back to calling you his girlfriend.
One day Whitney rides you in the school toilets and you're not so sure how he can still be that dominant while he takes your cock.
#degrees of lewdity kylar#degrees of lewdity eden#degrees of lewdity whitney#degrees of lewdity#omegaverse#spill your guts#anonymous
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Alright, I had this wonderful idea come into my head about Clayton, honestly he deserves his own fic. So here is his version of events! Lots will tie together with Golden so I recommend you read that as well. But you don’t have to of course.
Explaining:
Before Letter is the present.
Letter is updating the lives of the people back home, of whoever wrote it mostly.
After Letter is memory.
The first few letters will be very awkward because writing letters and not being sure what to talk about and what not to talk about is hard and confusing. Stick with me! Yes, this prologue is just a letter.
TW/CW: Discussions of death, miliatry training, smut, cringy jokes, underage drinking, dumb choices, swearing, and more later on.
Beta: @walking-crisis
Some Characters belong to @lumosinlove
Chapter 3:
Dear Uncle Sam
Copperhead Road (Line Dance Skip to 1 minute)
It was an uneventful night, they had just gotten back from an assignment that came up with nothing. Taking off his boots Clay was sitting on his cot, rolling his neck to crack it. Stiff from looking through a scope all day. A song that Clay wasn’t familiar was playing over the satellite radio, something old.
As he took his boots off the picture he always keeps in his left boot falls out and flutters to the floor, smiling he picks up the picture of Leo, Reg, Eloise, and himself smiling at the camera during Christmas one year at the Dumias’ house. He sets it next to him and tugs off his other boot where his other photo falls out. He can’t help the sad and lonely smile that creeps onto his face. Running his thumb over their faces he reminds himself that he has two weeks until he sees them again.
Thomas and Noelle were the last faces he saw before a loud bang and bright lights were all he saw.
Sitting up as soon as the light dulled he felt a shock flow through his body and gasped for breath. Grabbing his chest a sudden heat shot through the back of his head to the left side of his forehead.
“Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.” A voice caught his attention, looking around he spotted a man that looked familiar but not at the same time.
“Where am I!? What happened? Am I dead!?”
“Do you feel dead?”
“... I don’t know”
“We’ll come back to that in a moment. Do you remember your name?” The man moves to sit at the edge of Clay’s bed from where he was standing in the doorway.
“Clayton London Bruss. Now where am I?” Clay lifts his hand up to his forehead where the pain still throbs and feels bandages.
“You’re in a recovery center, you were shot by one of your superior officers.” Clays eyes widen and he lays back down. Then he remembers his pictures and a feeling of guilt washed over him.
“I’m Grev Kinter, I’ll be helping you recover.” The man held out his hand for clay to shake.
He didn’t take his hand.
Dear Dancer,
Long time no write, haven’t heard from you in a couple months. I hope you’re still kicking ass out there. I do miss you… a lot. You come home in 2 weeks. I can survive, but I am getting impatient.
Oh! Remember that dance and song that made me realize I liked you? I finally learned the dance! That means we can dance when you get home.
I may be able to skate like it's nothing but I can’t line dance for shit. But, I learned for you… and because it gets stuck in my head all the time.
When you get home we have to go to this new restaurant that sells a bunch of southern foods because I need to know if it's authentic or not. I eat there everyday you're deployed just to remind me of you.
Was that too cheesy?
Well, I haven’t gotten to be cheesy in a while to you so… Deal with it.
I hope you get this before you are on your way home or else you’ll have no clue what I’m talking about.
All the love,
Thomas
P.S
Noelle says hello!
“I fucking hate those boots.” Leo runs the back of his thigh where Clayton just kicked him with his cherry red pointed toe boots. Smiling, he pats Leo’s shoulder.
“You're just jealous you can’t look this good.” They went to sit at their normal table, Reg sat in between them. It’s where he feels most comfortable. They ordered drinks as they waited for the team to arrive, the music was swinging, people were laughing. It was a relaxed night.
Clay was a bit nervous though, he had gotten close to a specific person on the team and he recently found out that that person was already in a relationship. He had gotten her number from Logan somehow, he didn’t know how those two knew each other, he had called the girlfriend to let her know that he and the teammate had been talking. The next thing he knew he was on the phone with her for hours, talking about him, life, hockey and how Clay had no idea how to follow the game.
She was something special, but Clay knew that those two were happy together so he tried to just be friendly with them. New friends never hurt anyone. Then he saw them in person again and being just friends suddenly became a lot harder.
Thomas, a whole 6’2” man of solid muscle broader than clay himself and just the light in the room. He has the nickname Talkie because he loves to chat with anyone, for hours, including Clay. It felt like he had known Thomas for years when really it was only a number of months.
Noelle balanced him out perfectly, she is smart as hell, quiet but still goofy with Thomas. She was taller than Logan by an inch and won’t let him forget it, her long brown hair was constantly up in a ponytail. She also plays hockey but not professionally, she plays for fun. Clay doesn’t know her job yet but he wants to know everything about her.
It was just the guys coming out tonight because Judy invited the women and whoever didn’t want to come out over to have a wine tasting of Garland’s homemade wine. Clay was out on the floor dancing with one of his friends from highschool when the team came in. He made his way back over to them when the song ended and joined them in a round of shots.
He makes eye contact with Thomas for a second too long and he quickly looks away to Reg who is coughing from the burn of the drink and pats his back. After a couple of minutes of chatting and joking Clay's favorite song came on.
“Leo! Come on!” Clay drags Leo onto the floor right in front as the music gets past the intro. Logan was supporting himself on the table next to a smug Finn. Thomas and James were watching as they started the dance. The light changed to this dull yellow light that swirled around the floor landing on dancers every once in a while.
Clay and Leo were constantly under the light because everyone knew them there. Anytime Clay looked up he always felt a specific set of eyes on him. Dark brown and soft. Clay lost himself in the music, dancing was something he enjoyed to a fault. Once he gets in the zone he can’t be talked to.
Swinging his legs, kicking to the beat, stomping in time he smiles to himself. Starting to sweat he untucks his tank top from his jeans. He tips his head back until the stomp comes up and whips his head forward when he stomps.
The words in this song always get to him, especially something that he was planning to do already… without telling anyone.
“I volunteered for the army on my birthday.” He hums along kicking in a circle and kicking Leo’s ankle just to mess with him. He laughs when Leo flips him off. Smiling as the song ends, he is panting and sweating.
“I always forget how that dance makes me feel out of shape.” Leo flings his arm over Clay's shoulder as they walk back over to the table and take gulps of their drinks. “I’m going for a smoke, anyone else?” Clay nods, Sirius and Logan follow them along with Thomas. Clay didn’t see him as a smoker but everyone has surprises.
“Light me.” Clay holds out his cig as Leo finishes lighting his own, rolling his eyes Leo does after he passes his own to Logan. Sirius came outside for some fresh air and is chatting with Thomas who also came out here for that reason. Taking a drag and leaning against the wall, he looks up at the stars that are poking through the clouds. Closing his eyes he falls back into his own world for an unknown amount of time.
“Coming back in?” Clay blinks his eyes open to see Thomas standing by himself in front of him. His heart feels like it stops beating for a moment. “I mean it is pretty nice outside, I wouldn't mind staying out here. Especially with you.” Clay choked on the drag he was taking from his cigarette when Thomas mumbles the last thing he said. He feels a large palm on his back, not patting but rubbing his back.
Clay looks at him and takes a deep breath and shrugs the hand off of him.
“Let’s go back in. this isn’t something you want, Thomas” He stumps out his cig on the bottom of his boot and pushes off the wall.
“What do you mean?” Clay looks back at him and his face softens when he sees a look of hope and confusion in Thomas's gorgeous eyes. “I mean, I’m straight… or I think I am, but maybe I’m not and I just- I don’t know anymore.” Thomas reaches out to Clay and grabs his pinky finger with his pointer and pulls Clay closer to him.
“I don’t think you are straight, maybe you forgot but I am a man.”
“I know.” Suddenly Clay's back is to the brick of the alley and rough hands are on his waist. He watches Thomas lean forward, pausing for a second to make sure this was what Clay wanted. Clay stares into his eyes then glances down at his lips. Nodding slightly he feels Thomas surge forwards and connect their lips.
It was like his blood turned to fire, a sensation he has never felt before. Their lips moved in sync with each, Clay constantly being pulled against Thomas with his greedy hands and his own arms gripping Thomas's t-shirt. After a couple of minutes they pulled away for breath and Thomas backed away.
Thomas Left. Clay went to find Reg.
Noelle needed to know.
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Bad Guy
Summary: You experience another night out in your new hometown. One that has you reaching for a drink, and maybe ending with a certain someone between your legs.
Warnings: Drinking, cursing, and (mild, well for me) fucking.
A/N: This is a submisstion for @amanda-teaches 2k Writer + Reader Challenge. My prompt was “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” This was really fun to write. Thank you for letting me participate in this! And I hope you really enjoy this one. :) It’s pretty light hearted. As most of you know, I will no longer post my writing on Tumblr, i’ll just be sticking to my other platforms now. If you wanna check me out i’ll be on AO3, mostly. This is my final closing. :)
The night was turning crisp, a heavy contrast to what it had been that afternoon.
It had been humid and overbearingly hot; too scorching for a late August summer.
It was around six o’clock when the temperature had dropped a sudden ten degrees. Now it was pleasant, and those that had hidden away all day in their air conditioned homes, finally decided to venture out into the cooling air.
There was an intense misconception about New York City that not many understood, not until they experienced it first hand, at least.
Sure, it was beautiful in its bright lights and air that seemed to ooze hope for everyone’s future. It gave off a vibe that made you admit, that yeah, it kind of was like the movies.
Except that it wasn’t.
From afar, it was quite the spectacular, but as you narrowed down and took a closer look, you’d see it for what it really was.
The brownstone buildings that housed the speakeasies and restaurants on the ground floor; they were beautiful, surly.
So were the homes across the streets, with their lights still on.
The streets, they were nice too.
People stood all around, greeting new friends and old ones, talking about which place they would go to next or which bar.
You liked the village. It had its pros and cons, but at the end of the day, you were glad you settled for that fifteen hundred dollar studio on the first floor.
It had a nice view of the deli and the prestigious restaurant across the street, and it was a brownstone.
Yeah, all of that was really nice.
Except when you took a closer look and realized that even the prettiest of things had its faults.
Those streets filled with smiles and laughter also had trash bags piled up every ten feet and on every corner.
Those restaurants and speakeasies - the brownstones were older so the walls outside the building were washed out, aged.
The air also had a strange, but yet addicting, smell.
It was a mixture of all the restaurants around mixed with booze.
The stairs that led down into the restaurant entrances were old and rusted.
The ATMs that lounged outside each one - because that’s right, most of them only take fucking cash - six out of ten of them were always out of service and served as nothing but mediocre décor next to the window.
Heavy graffiti lined their sides.
The doors to the restaurants were older, too. Some of them never even closed properly or were too damn heavy.
And your apartment...it was perfect.
You’d have to settle into become a minimalist to even fit your bed inside.
The flooring was also old and scratched and the walls needed a new paint job. But it wasn’t too bad. It could’ve been worst.
But you loved it.
You loved the feeling of the city around you, and you loved how you had made your new friends so easily after moving in from your old home in little ole’ Ohio.
You loved going to bed being able to hear the life outside, the laughters and sound of people making new memories and falling in love.
And those restaurants and speakeasies that looked flawed up close, they were anything but inside.
The owners were always so imaginative. The lighting was always warm, there were always people inside enjoying life and the food- in every single one of them.
Because, that’s right, all their food were good food.
New York City was beautifully flawed.
It was just what you were looking for.
You think this to yourself for the hundredth time since you moved here as you walk down the street towards a new bar you hadn’t been to yet.
You pass by locals as well as tourists and it’s nice.
You’re about to cross the street when you see a couple getting out of their little apartment.
Your heart warms as you see the man take the girl’s hand in his, both of them giggling as they prepare for a night out of making memories.
You feel your phone vibrate as you arrive to the other side of the intersection.
You hear a car horn in the distant and a nice summer breeze blow in through your hair.
You open your lock screen.
Nat
You here yet?
You quickly type away a message while also trying to avoid walking into others coming in the opposite direction as you.
You hold tighter onto your bag as it bumps into a girl, your small heels clacking beneath your feet.
You open your map to see the distance of the location and then reply back to her.
I’m a block away.
You see it from where you’re standing and it had it a decent sized line to get inside.
Budapëis
It read in white letters on the blackout windows.
You sped up a bit as you got closer, your excitement growing in your belly.
It doesn’t take much longer after you’ve been in line to realize it was actually moving pretty quickly.
A larger and dark man greets you at the entrance and you hand him your ID which he quickly scans. He gives it back to you and you thank him.
Inside the bar was loud. The people chatted away happily and the music thrummed in your bones. It was also very dark, the only light being the orange glows of the candles on some of the tables and the dimmed warm lights hanging above.
You watched as the cute male bartenders worked proficiently and sync, but also making sense to make small talk with each client as much as they could over the loud noise.
A girl says excuse me but still manages to nudge into you.
Spinning your head around, you realize there are no more seats left to sit and it makes sense why half of the people were all standing around and huddled like cattle.
Oh boy.
You feel a tug on your arm and you spin around to see Nat holding a Martini in her right hand, her left arm going in for an immediate hug.
“You made it!” She says.
“Of course!” You hope she can hear you.
She pulls away and tugs you towards her, “Come on, we’re all in the back.”
You let her lead you to the “back” which is really just a small space in the corner of the bar.
You immediately recognize Steve, Sam, and Wanda from afar.
“Oh, hey, you made it!” Steve yells, grabbing you in a tight hug.
“Hey, Y/N” “Oh, hey.” Sam and Wanda greet you.
“Hi, sorry I took a bit long. I was doing laundry.”
“Ha.” Sam snorts out loud, “come on you need a drink.” He adds.
“I will, I will —“ you dart your eyes to his own cup and point, “what’s that?”
“New York sour. Tastes like shit. Wanna try?” He says way too excitedly.
“Sure.” He hands you his glass and you take a sip.
You barely have the tip of the glass all the way out of your mouth when a body hits you on your side, making you stumble.
The drink doesn’t spill crazily, but it’s enough to get on your hand and to leave it sticky, leaving you annoyed.
You’re also not too fond of the face full of hair you just got and the elbow that keeps nudging into the side of your rips.
You stumble a few centimeters to the left, because seriously, it’s not like you have an option right now.
You look over to the girl who is now laughing and talking exceptionally loud with Nat and all your friends.
Did they really not see that?
But you wouldn’t blame them, there was barely any light in the place anyway.
If it weren’t for Sam reaching over the girl’s head to grab your glass, you’d be certain he had forgotten all about you.
You hand it back, cringing as you try not to elbow the girl in the face.
Sure, she was rude, but you weren’t going to return that sentiment.
“What’d you think, Y/N?” Sam shouts to you.
It’s then, finally, when the girl looks over at you.
She was drop dead gorgeous. At least 5’9. Her hair was a natural light brown and her eyes a piercing green.
Clearly a model trying to make it big in the city.
Her face is emotionless at first but then she attempts a smile.
You feel awkward under her gaze, awaiting an apology when Sam pulls you around.
“Come on, lets get ya something good.” He says, dragging you the bar.
You follow him until you’re at the side of the counter closest to when you first came in.
You sigh, already dreading this night, when you overhear Sam ordering two shots of tequila and two lemons.
“Me and you, y/l/n.” He says, taking the glass from the cute bartender.
Sam hands you the shot and you both countdown together before taking it simultaneously.
You chase it with the lemon, and okay yeah, you feel a little bit better.
“Glad we finally got ya out to a real bar.” Sam smiles.
You shrug.
“It’s been a while. Been busy trying to work, book places.”
“Oh, yeah, what is it that you do again?”
“I’m a singer, Sam. Whole reason I came from Ohio. Hello?”
He shoots you an infectious grin.
“I know, I’m just messing with you.”
You sigh.
Sometimes you did feel like people forgot though, especially in a city with 8 million other people trying to reach the same dream as you.
You hang around your friends for a bit longer, finally, finally getting the opportunity to wish Nat a happy birthday.
It must’ve been about an hour now later and you’re glad that one girl was gone.
Whoever she was.
“Is Bucky still coming?” Sam asks randomly out loud.
“He said he would get here as soon as he was done with his shift.” Steve mumbles, looking down at his phone, a glass filled with amber alcohol in his other hand.
“Shocked he’s taking so long. Wonder if he knows Aubrey is here.” Sam says.
“He’s an ass. And a whore. He knows.” Nat screams over to the guys.
You look over at Nat and Wanda and you see them already out of it giggling while looking at some guys’ Instagram feed.
“I’m gonna get another drink.” You announce.
“Hell yeah you are, y/l/n!” Sam yells with a wink.
Steve elbows him in the side.
“Stop peer pressuring her.” He says.
“I’m not, she just needs to let loose—“ he voice fades as you walk away.
You sigh, suddenly feeling exhausted. You contemplated ordering some fries or maybe mozzarella sticks.
You fold your arms onto the cold counter, waiting for the bartender to give you his full attention.
It takes a bit with the amount of people he’s serving along with the other bartender.
Finally he looks over at you and he smiles bright.
God, so cute.
You lean your head on your hand.
“Hi, can I have a gin and tonic?”
He taps the table top.
“Sure thing.” You watch his arms flexing as he makes your drink.
Mmm.
He slides it to you with a wink.
“You on a tab?”
You tell him Nat’s name and everything necessary and he nods.
You sip your drink, letting the music drown and numb you along with the alcohol. Your finger trails the condensation on the glass gingerly.
“Hey, man.”
A soothing voice comes up next to you, greeting the bartender.
The bartender’s face lights up.
“No, way. Finally out of his damn shell.” The bartender greets him with a over hand handshake.
You slide over to the side a bit, giving them some space.
The man next to you orders a drink, giving the bartender his card and requesting a tab.
You feel the heat of his presence as he leans on his own arms over the counter right next to you, and you can’t help smelling the delicious smell of cologne wafting off his body.
You don’t know if it’s the alcohol but you feel yourself biting on your bottom lip, and sticking your ass in the air, still dragging your hand up and down the glass.
But this time on purpose.
It doesn’t work.
You look over to take a look at the man in question and you swoon.
His dark brown hair was begging to be pulled and he had the softest of scruff on his face.
He wore a black leather jacket and jeans and shoes that looked way too expensive.
You drag your eyes back up his body to see a smirk, and fuck, he’s looking straight at you.
Those eyes. They were so blue.
You blush faintly, turning back to your glass and taking another sip.
You know he’s still there, eyes stilling lingering on you.
He takes his drink and then clears his throat.
You’re expecting him to say something when he leaves.
Your smile fades and you feel a weird emptiness. Rejection?
No that couldn’t be it.
You’re finishing your drink when your eyes drift back up to your friends.
Sam, Steve, Wanda, and Nat are all smiling.
But then Steve is smiling more and the commotion is even bigger as they spin around.
You perk a brow as you watch the man that was just next to you a few moments ago greet your friends.
Was that Bucky? The infamous asshole?
He was beautiful.
Of course he was.
You try to compose yourself before walking back over to your friends.
Sam looks at you disappointed, eyes darting to your empty hands.
“I thought you were getting a drink.”
“I already drunk it, dumbass.”
“Why drink there, drink here.”
You chuckle, your eyes darting to Bucky briefly who eyes you for a moment making a connection.
His friends were your friends too.
There was something strange the entire time, about the connection in the air between you two.
It must’ve been the alcohol. He was way out of your league.
But you didn’t understand the asshole your friends were talking about. Well, not that you really knew him that much anyway.
As you pretend to be intrigued in your conversation with Nat and Wanda, yours was actually focused on Bucky.
It’s like you both are playing a playful game of who can catch the other looking first.
You find yourself licking your lip...twirling your hair around your finger…
You swear he’s staring at your finger.
God, what was happening to you?
“Hey, babe!”
You heart Plummets into your stomach as you see the same girl from before (the one who spilled the drink on you) wrapping her arms around Bucky’s neck and oh yeah, she’s definitely sticking her tongue down his throat.
You feel your heart in your stomach and the strong taste of the gin in your mouth.
He pulls away with a moan and a slight grimace.
“Hey, Aubrey. What are you doing here?”
His hands go to her arms, prying her off of him.
“I came with a few friends and ran into yours. You haven’t been answering any of my messages.”
“Yeah, we broke up, remember?”
Everyone’s attention is now to Bucky and Aubrey as they watch their interaction.
“But come on, just one more night, one more good fuck for all times sake.”
A heavy snicker leaves your throat, but you quickly try to disguise it by pretending to wipe your mouth.
The girl’s head spins towards you and she peaking a brow at you.
She quickly ignores you and turns back to Bucky.
“Come on, Bucky.”
Bucky looks over it.
“Aubrey, Aubrey stop.” He says seriously.
She pulls back from him and they stare at each other for a moment longer before she scoffs and spins on her heel.
You turn away from the scene, suddenly needing another drink or at least some fresh air.
You settle for the latter, telling your friends you’d be right back.
You settle to lean back against the brick wall of the bar, taking in the sweet smell of a summer night.
The contrast of the silence outside felt amazing your ears, and the small amount of alcohol in your system only made it better.
You cursed yourself for being a horny little freak. But you chuckle to yourself as you pull out your phone. You couldn’t help that you needed physical attention.
You’re skimming through your emails when you feel someone next to you. You look up to see Bucky, his left shoulder leaning on the wall right next to you.
You find yourself smiling at his little smirk and you bite your bottom lip, looking away.
“You were trying to get my attention so bad before, and now you don’t want to talk?” He asks playfully.
You shake your head, but you still have a smile on your face.
You feel your cheeks grow hot.
“Wow, seriously?”
“Am I wrong?”
You think about your answer as you continue to look through your emails, except at this point you were just trying to look like you were.
“No, but that was before I realized who you were.”
His smiled slides off slowly.
“What do you mean?”
You finally decide to put your phone away and you spin around to look at him, now face to face.
The look in his eyes are intense and you find yourself blushing. You knew all these things about him, but yet he had this aura about him, almost like everyone else was wrong.
Your eyes dart from his eyes and to his lips.
“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” You say quietly.
When he doesn’t say anything, you look back up until your eyes meet.
“Are they wrong?” He asks.
Your perk a brow at his answer.
“I—I don’t know.”
He chuckles.
“Exactly.”
You nod, pushing yourself off the wall. You take a deep breath, looking at the people on the street.
“It’s getting late, I should get going.”
Bucky nods, still not moving from his spot.
“Okay, yeah.”
You stay glued to where you are, your eyes darting back to his.
“Yeah.” You repeat back.
You watch as the tip of his tongue licks his lips. You feel the heat in your core and you feel the heavy beating in your chest.
“Do you live close by?” He asks huskily, looking over your shoulder.
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You don’t know how it happened, but one minute he had you up against the public hallway wall of your apartment building - where literally anyone could see you - and the next he was pushing your jeans passed down your hips in your living room.
You groaned as your lips connected again, and as you pulled on his hair again.
He cursed into your lips as he cupped your center, feeling how wet you already were for him.
You whimpered as he rubbed small circles over your clit, before finally inserting his finger deep inside of you.
He pushed you down onto your bed, his left hand still fucking you. You lifted your left leg onto the bed and he groaned into your mouth as he quickened the pace of his hand.
You threw your head back, moaning.
You felt your desire quickly dissipate as he pulled away from you.
Bucky chuckled at your whine, but your disappointment was short lived as your watched him pull his shirt and jeans off.
You did the same with your own top and then your bra.
He was on you in a hot second, capturing your lips in a long kiss that had your toes curling against your blanket.
When he pulled away you were captivated by how delicious he looked. You also couldn’t help but swoon at the look he had in his eyes.
Endearment? You weren’t sure.
Your fingers trail over the side of his face as he continues to stare down at you.
“I’m not the bad guy,” he kisses you. He slides into you with a grunt, “I swear, I’m not him.” He kisses you again.
Your hook your left leg over his hip, pulling him in deeper into your hot core.
You pull away from his mouth, your left hand going down to his stomach.
“Fuck. Fuck.” You pant heavily. It felt too good too fast and you know he felt it too as he stretched his forearms on either side of your head.
A long whimper leaves his lips as he sets a faster pace, fucking you into your bed.
He almost looses it completely when he feels you reaching down to rub at your clit, your fingers hitting the base of his cock and his little hairs.
You feel your pussy tightening around him and you know you’re so damn close.
“Yeah, come on, baby. That’s it.” He coaxes you, panting desperately into the crook of your neck.
You feel the fire burning in the pit of your tummy and you know that with a few more thrusts and a few more rubs on your clit that you were done for.
The sounds in your little apartment were filthy. You could hear his hips snapping against yours and both of your groans.
He slowed down his pace as you felt yourself come undone.
“Shit, I’m cumming.” You tell him through gritted teeth, your face only millimeters from his.
He has a wicked smirk on his face and some of his sweaty strands of hair stick to his forehead.
“Me too, fuck, I’m cumming, too.” He says.
You scream as you pulse around his hard cock, not missing the way his own eyes squeeze together, a strong grunt leaving his mouth.
His hips slow down to a stop and when you open your eyes again, he’s already staring down at you.
“Nice to meet you, Bucky.” You say, running your hand through his hair.
Bucky chuckles as he leans forward to leave a kiss on your collarbone.
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SCK/EDSER anon asks ep 41
Apologies for getting to these so late in the week, but lots of good asks for this episode.
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Anonymous asked: Your thoughts on the epi? The kisses were a huge surprise! I'm glad she didn't slap him. And I'm kind of liking the two assistants' story. Its subtle but nice. And Aydan is so weird around Kemal! Is it just me or does her voice change frequency when she's talking to him. I like that they explained why Eda named her daughter Kiraz. I wasn't a huge fan of the name initially but it's growing on me.
So once again I thought it was a really good episode of television, the time moved quickly, it was well constructed and the acting was terrific.
The only thing that marred my enjoyment of it was grappling with Eda’s lies. Sometimes that just got too much for me. I think at one point I actually yelled “LIAR” out loud at the screen. I understand why Ayse and the writers wanted to delay Serkan finding out, it gave us two really great things, one Serkan deciding to pursue Eda again without knowing of their forever tie, and Serkan bonding with his daughter while thinking she has no connection to him.
Dramatically, both of those things are great and entertaining and I’m happy they went that direction. However, that once again requires me to set aside reality and find a way to stomach the fact that Eda not only didn’t tell him about his child, but now is forcing her child to actively lie to the person she wants most to meet.
That was really hard to take on first viewing. She’s also dragging poor besotted Burak into the lie, allowing Melo to continue the lie to her former eniste, expecting Piril to lie to her husband and to her business partner/“friend”, not to mention all the direct lying she’s doing, both to the man she once loved more than anything and to her beloved daughter. They’ve done a good job of making us understand the pain Eda went through and why she might want to protect her daughter, but nothing, and I mean NOTHING justifies what she did. And let’s be real, she going to say she did it to protect Kiraz, but if Serkan had rejected being a father, everything else could have been the same. Kiraz didn’t need to know. Eda could have left, raised her on her own, and told the fairy tale of an astronaut. She decided not to tell Serkan in order to protect herself, it was entirely selfish. And it’s really hard to watch Eda hold Kiraz in her arms when Kiraz tells her of dreaming of her father and Eda still come out of that determined to keep Serkan in the dark. I know she’ll come around. But I really don’t want it be brushed under the rug and for the narrative to consider what she did as totally okay. Perhaps that could come in the form of Kiraz making her pay a bit when she understands she’s been lied to and Eda has hidden her father from her. We’ll see.
Alright, enough of that, I saw several tweets on twitter complaining about Edser alone screen time, that it was too little, but during the episode I didn’t feel it. Probably because I consider funny scenes like them using their assistants as go-betweens to flirt and fight as an “edser” scene. Of course I always want more, but I think we’ll get much more in the coming episodes.
As for Kiraz’s name, I’m super glad it has meaning related to Serkan. That’s very heartwarming. Though still a bit at odds with the fact that she hid her from him. She’s going to deprive him of knowing he has a child, but give her a name connected to Serkan? These are the things you handwave when a show swings big for dramatic purposes, I guess.
On the positive side for Eda, I do appreciate that except for that one gargantuan thing, she is being very open with him in their conversations. It’s new for them for one to be honest about how much they were hurt by the other. Eda would always pretend that she wasn’t impacted when they parted, I’m glad she’s past that.
I’m also happy that Serkan isn’t wasting time pretending he’s not still in love with her or that he doesn’t want her. It took him, what, like a day, to decide he wanted her back? LOL. And even though he was being high-handed in manipulating hotel-owner lady to force Eda to work with him, it was all very in character for the old Serkan so I enjoyed watching it. Even if he had zero rights to do it!
Loved watching her guard come down when they were working together, they were always a very good team, and I’m sure neither of them has had quite that same dynamic since they parted, so it was fun to see them syncing right back into old rhythms. Oh and watching her thaw completely when he complimented her work. Serkan as her mentor was one of my favorite things about their relationship so it was nice to see that aspect back and that she still respects him professionally as much as she ever did. Then the flowers! Gah! I love that the show is picking up these old threads and using them to illustrate how Eda was still a priority for Serkan during the 5 years of estrangement.
So far we’ve only seen flashbacks from Eda’s perspective, it will be very interesting to start seeing them from Serkan’s perspective so we know why he did what he did. I think there’s no doubt that he pushed her away out of some sort of misguided attempt to get her to pursue a better life without him.
Wasn’t it refreshing for there to be a misunderstanding about the phone call, for us to get to see jealous Serkan, but for Eda to actually clear it up for him? Don’t get me wrong, Serkan had no right to get angry and it was frankly none of his business, but it was also a honest emotional reaction from him, and I’m glad to see Eda recognize that and put his mind at ease. Also it was worth it for us to see their argument in the car and them both deciding to walk back. I wish we would have gotten like a 4 minute scene of them just walking and bickering on their way back, though.
Their conversation once they were back was great, so open (except for that pesky secret) so emotional. Serkan really putting in some emotional work for one of the first times ever.
And I love how it continued the next day. Eda searching for the pick that means so much to her, Serkan coming right out and telling her that her wants her and still loves her. And he just upped and kissed her. And she kissed him back! if nothing else, I’m just so happy that the cliffhanger was “happy.” I’ll take a kiss cliffhanger over the horrifyingly heartbreaking ones we got used to there for awhile!
As for the other characters: Fuck off, Ayfer. Shut up, Aydan. Bad judgement, Melo. You’re a traitor, Piril. Hugs to you, Engin. Kemal, you’re a saint. Seyfi, grow a pair. Baby assistants, you’re cute. Burak, wake up. Deniz, you’re embarrassing.
Seriously, Ayfer is insufferable, I can’t stand when she’s on screen. At least Aydan is funny and has her own storyline, even if it’s stupid. Why, oh why, is she lying to Serkan about Kemal? Good grief!
Who does Melo think she is taking a letter out of Serkan’s car? I get the comedy of that letter moving around the supporting players and causing misunderstandings, but it was none of her business and I think out of character for her to meddle to that degree.
However, I’m glad that it looks like from the fragman that while both Aydan and Engin figure it out, they want proof before they do anything about the info. That makes sense, and will allow time for Serkan to figure it out on his own without being any more betrayed by those closest to him.
The baby assistants, are adorable, and now I’m rooting for them, but Kerem needs to tone down his middle class outrage. As for Burak... oh honey. With or without Serkan, does this dude really think he has a shot with Eda? It’s like a 4 deciding he is entitled to date a 10. Just no, dude, she’s so far out of your league you’re not playing the same sport. And once he sees Serkan... seriously? That handsome hunk of man is her ex and you still think you might be her type? I say again, oh honey. Melo seemed to be crushing on him, but I hope that’s not the direction they’re going unless they flesh it out. Melo deserves to be someone’s first choice.
Anonymous asked: Hi! Love reading your sck-related answers! Been wondering about this: how do you think Serkan will react once he finds out about who Kiraz really is? I’m hoping, of course, that he will turn into the soft serky bolly we knew but am also a bit afraid that his dislike of children would not go away instantly and he will act a bit cold towards Kiraz at first..coupled with the anger towards Eda for lying
Thanks for the kind words! Honestly, I don’t foresee him acting cold towards Kiraz, I don’t think that is the story they’re telling. Especially since they’re going to have spent 3 full episodes having Serkan/Kiraz grow close without even knowing. Him reverting to robot bolat once he knows, doesn’t make sense to me. Plus, as you alluded to, once Serkan allows himself to open his heart, he becomes the biggest softy in the world and I expect that exact same dynamic with Kiraz as soon as he processes the information. I can so see him spoiling her rotten trying to make up for lost time. He might not know what to do or always how to act with her, but I think he’s going to try really hard.
His anger at Eda may linger, and that will probably be a wedge between Edser, a wedge I expect Kiraz will work hard to remove by forcing her parents to spend time together.
What I hope to see is a Kiraz who doesn’t want to let her father out of her sight, including out of her house, and a Serkan who wants to get to know his daughter and a Serkan and Eda who are both so riddled with guilt that they will pretty much do whatever she asks of them, including living together and spending tons of time together. We’ll see, but that could be marvelous to watch.
Anonymous asked: I loved that they brought the guitar pick back. Same feeling regarding the ring turned necklace. Those are symbolic and since they got rid of most of them (globe, mug, flower case), I'm happy we have something. I also love the Kiraz/Serkan relationship. He may be a bit annoyed by her but the things he does for her! My heart!!! I can't wait for the moment he realizes she's his!
YES! So happy to have some of these symbols back! Love that she carries that pick around with her, and so did Serkan, lol. That was the thing that gave him hope that she hadn’t forgotten him.
I love that Serkan and Kiraz are so drawn to each other before knowing, it’s like something deep down it telling them the truth, even though they have no conscious realization of their real relationship. Kiraz is surrounded by people who cater to her every whim, (and let her get away with murder) so I think Serkan was a surprise to her. Like her mama, Kiraz is intrigued by someone who challenges her. And Serkan challenges her.
The clues are piling up, and you’d think Serkan would be able to have put them together by now. I mean we have the kid slipping up and poking holes in the ‘Melo and Burak are my parents’ lie, you have her aptitude for building, her strawberry allergy, not needing sleep and getting up early, being frustrated when folks don’t finish their sentences. Come on, Serkan! Though, I think he’s so distracted by having Eda back in his life, that he can’t focus on anything else.
The arrow scene was adorable, and I just love how she goaded him into playing with her. They are obviously very alike and I will never get enough of him being unable to say no to her. There are, apparently, exactly two people Serkan is unable to say no to in everyday situations, and they are mother and daughter.
I wish we had seen a little more from Eda’s point of view when she found Serkan and Kiraz sitting there together having ice cream for breakfast. Because a more un-Serkan like thing is hard to imagine. I want to know what she thought and felt at that. Why wasn’t she curious how they’d gotten to that position and both were compelled to want to be there? I suppose the writers didn't give that to us, because if they had, and had portrayed the character of Eda honestly, then that probably would have been enough for Eda to decide she should tell Serkan.
Anonymous asked: People are playing the team Serkan/team Eda game but in my opinion both are right and wrong in their own way. We still need more flashbacks to explain how things went down but I think everyone should be team Edser. At the end of the day it's about them learning from their mistakes and moving forward to build a family and life for their daughter and themselves.
Yes, I really don’t want to vilify either one. Even if Serkan pushed her away to protect her and give her a better life, once again he was being controlling and making decisions for her, just like he did back in episode 14. And Eda’s mistake is obvious... and too much pride has always been one of her fatal flaws, so having too much pride to tell him and wanting to avoid that rejection in some ways makes sense for her.
I can’t wait to watch how they find their way back to one another, they’re already having better, more open conversations than they ever did.
Anonymous asked: ANOTHER scene of them talking maturely, laying out their feelings, who are they and what have they done to edser?!? sure we still get their usual bickering beforehand when they both walk back to the hotel (LOL). but him voicing his feelings at that night scene about how he KNOWS how much he hurt her, and that he broke them apart, but he "just can't leave" and how he repeats that over and over again... ugh just chef kiss!
Oh, that conversation at night on the boardwalk, that was something. They were both so raw, and Serkan is actually showing a lot of growth by owning his mistakes, admitting he hurt her, apologizing and being honestly about wanting to start something. That is BRAND NEW, it was what we needed after amnesia and never got. It’s very satisfying to watch them having these heart-to-hearts and it looks like there are more in our future.
Anonymous asked: as much as the flashbacks actually HURT my heart to watch, i've really appreciated them bc without them i don't think just telling what happened in the past would be enough for this plot and we need to have it actually shown. we've had eda's pov so far on the events that happened, but im really looking forward to serkan's thought process behind his actions in the past, even though i do already understand where he was coming from, i think it's needed for eda to understand.
The flashbacks are really good, but oh so painful.
As for getting them from Serkan’s perspective, yes please! There’s a lot that both we and Eda don’t know. We know that Serkan couldn’t leave his house for months after Eda left, but Eda doesn’t know that. Eda really thinks he fell out of love with her and once again choose work over her, but I’m sure that’s not what happened. Hopefully, in 3 and 4, we’ll see what spurred Serkan on to act so coldly to her. Sure, part of it probably was depression and changes in him brought by the cancer, but I’m sure it was more than that. We shall see.
Anonymous asked: Do you get the impression that Piril has known the entire time that Eda was pregnant and had a baby? I thought she only found out when she went to Sile for the hotel project but a lot of people seem to think she was in on it all along? did I miss a key line somewhere? Like I can see why she hasn't told Engin if it was recent but keeping it from him for 5 years? Idk about that. And it makes Piril a little more bearable if she hasn't stood next to Serkan all these years with this secret
My guess is she’s only known since this project. There is absolutely no reason for Eda to have confided in her prior to that, unless Piril somehow stumbled onto them during the years. But I think that scene in the second fragman, where Eda is telling her that it’s better for Kiraz to have no father, than a father that doesn’t want her, is a flashback to when Piril and Eda first meet for the project and that’s Eda convincing her to keep the secret. That’s my best guess at least.
It’s bad enough if Piril has known for weeks and has actively worked against Serkan figuring it out, but it’s a whole other thing if she’s lied to her husband for years. Either way, I sure hope this causes problems between Piril and Engin, it should.
Anonymous asked: One thing I love about Serkan now is that the man has learned to apologize. That was one thing that was very difficult for him but in the past two episodes he's apologized a few times. Yes in the first season he was sorry over his actions but never said the words "I'm sorry". What a great improvement. And I love that he's communicating. His "I want you" and his other efforts are great to watch.
I LOVE THIS! I think the first time he ever said the words “I’m sorry” was in 15 and that was after she forced his hand by driving like a maniac and really losing it so when they’re on that cliff he finally breaks down and says it. But that was one of the only times. Even in 28 when they have the big miscommunication about getting married, he only says something like “me too” after Eda apologizes.
It would be interesting to know how he came to this point, but I assume he’s had a LOT of time to think over the last 5 years and to think about what he would say if they ever met again. That has to be it, because he’s been able to articulate a lot of very sincere, heartfelt things in the course of these conversations
Growth! We love to see it.
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Written for alexweek2020. Sequel to “Settled”, but can also be read as one-off. ...I think.
Anyways, “Settled” is based on meet ugly prompt 2: I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless.
Spoiler alert: they ended up living together! And none of them are aliens! Jesse died in the previous work, so all is well...ish.
Home can be a person
They’d been living together for a month now, and Alex still knew nothing about Michael Guerin.
OK that wasn’t entirely true. He knew plenty. Because one, he was a military man, his livelihood depended on his observation skills. And two, their schedules somehow synced perfectly, and after a week of awkwardly bumping each other in the kitchen and waiting turns to use the bathroom, it was simply easier if they just worked out a systematic plan to build their lives around each other, which led to divided chores, respected bathroom routines and shared meals. And when two men spent that much time together, they had no choice but to have conversations, which were really not that hard, because they clicked like magnets and they actually enjoyed spending time together.
So Alex knew plenty. Both from his observations and their conversations. But it was not like Guerin volunteered personal informations, and even he did, it was always surface stuff, so it didn’t really count. Like he knew Guerin was a mechanic, who was really good at his job. So good that he even opened his own auto shop the second year into the business. And based on what Alex saw, money was not exactly an issue for him. Which frankly didn’t match up with his squatting life style, not to mention he owned a perfectly functional airstream, but that topic was always brushed aside.
Alex also knew Guerin had two siblings, who moved away a year ago. They were both married, and apparently lived nearly enough that they did a weekly get together. Guerin would join them via FaceTime, they would laugh and talk, and Guerin seemed so happy when they did this, which did not explain why he was always a little sad when they were done. But again, not to be talked about.
Sometimes Alex would be impressed by Guerin’s topic changing skills. Granted, his go-to move was more often than not flirtation, but it worked like a charm on Alex, so whatever got the job done, right? And rationally, Alex knew he should be grateful, because Guerin was a surprisingly pleasant roommate. He was good company, he wasn’t nosy, he did VERY good repair work around the house, his cooking skills were better than Alex’s, and he slowly became the reason why Alex was looking forward to going back home after a day’s work. And truth be told, Alex wasn’t exactly an open book himself, so he should just respect Guerin’s boundaries and enjoy their easygoing companionship.
But he just couldn’t.
34 days into their co-living arrangement, Guerin came home, visibly upset. It was Alex’s day to make dinner. So he ignored Guerin at first to finish the lasagna. But when he was putting together a cob salad, he heard Guerin throw his tool box on to the floor, and caused a loud clang.
Guerin NEVER threw his tool box.
“What’s got into you today?” OK that was a little harsh. But in his defense, Alex was kind of tired of asking “are you ok” at that point, because he always got a “just dandy” and a too-big-to-be-genuine smile in reply.
Guerin shut down immediately, threw on a well-practiced smirk, and said: “Nothing. Unless you are up for the job?”
And just like that, Alex snapped.
He got up, got his keys, and left the house.
It was when he sat in his car, had no idea where he’d go, he realized that he didn’t even bring his wallet and phone, which was just stupid.
The whole thing was stupid.
He knew he had no right to feel angry and hurt. They didn’t have that kind of relationship. Guerin didn’t owe him anything.
But he had felt their connection the first time they’d met, and it was there ever since. He thought Guerin felt it too.
Apparently he was wrong.
He came back two hours later, because he needed that time to work out an apology and also to learn not to be this naive again. When he got home, Guerin was sitting at the kitchen table, seemingly lost in his thoughts, lasagna in front of him, cold and forgotten.
“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier, it was really none of my busi...” He began but was cut by Guerin mid-sentence.
“I didn’t eat”.
“...OK? Were u not hungry or was the lasagna that bad?”
Guerin looked up at him then. His eyes big, voice raw.
“I didn’t eat because it felt wrong.”
He looked back down at the lasagna.
“After you left, I was angry at first. Because fuck you, you know? I don’t owe you anything.”
“Yes, Guerin, I know, I was trying to apologize...”
Guerin continued as if not heard him at all.
“And then I got up to help me some food, man’s gotta eat, and frankly, lasagna is like, the only food you can make right. So I got myself a plate, and I sat down. Normally at that point, you would begin to nag me about eating some salad or drinking some water first, but then I looked up, and you were just, not there.”
He looked up again. All open and bare.
“So yeah, maybe it was not your business, but it was also wrong of me to assume I didn’t want it to be.”
They stared at each other. Both at lost what to say next. Eventually, Alex sat across the table, reached out, and squeezed Guerin’s hand.
“You reheat the lasagna, I’ll finish making the salad. And we’ll eat. OK? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, you didn’t even bring your wallet. I mean, dramatic much?”
“Shut up, Guerin.”
They didn’t talk about why Guerin was upset that night, but it was OK.
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Things got better after that. They talked now, not just making conversation. Alex learned that Guerin had been in the system for a long time. His siblings, Max and Isobel, were actually not related to him. They had been just best friends in group homes, until they were adopted by the Evans, while Guerin went through many terrible foster families. They were united at the age of 15, when Guerin’s new foster home brought him to Roswell, and they had been inseparable ever since.
“That was, until Max decided to marry someone in LA, and moved there. And then Isobel’s husband also got a job in LA, they moved soon after. So it was just the same old me, again.”
They were at the fire pit in front of Guerin’s airstream, which he still wasn’t using, except sometimes he would go in there and do God knows what, they still didn’t reach the subject why he had been squatting yet. Alex suspected it had something to do with his issues with his siblings moving away, like the bitterness in his voice now had.
“Well, you’re literally sitting next to me now, so not exactly the same, you know?”
Guerin startled, and looked over at Alex with something like hope mixed with fear in his eyes. Alex stared right back, because at this point, he really wasn’t interested in pretending that they didn’t mean something to each other. And he hoped Guerin would drop the “I’m a lone wolf and I don’t care” act too, at least when he was with him.
Whatever Guerin saw on his face, seemed to satisfy him. He smiled, the kind of smile that reached his heart and soul, and said,
“You trying to hold my hand now, private?”
And they did.
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Alex woke up in screaming. Next thing he knew, he was in Guerin’s arms.
He didn’t remember the dream. But he could easily guess the content. It was always the same. Bomb, blood, cries, he looked down, his leg was gone. Sometimes his father was there, sometimes he wasn’t. Either way, he felt his presence.
Normally, after he woke up from such a dream, he would do some breath exercise, get up, get some water, and didn’t even try to sleep again. But tonight, Guerin was right there, humming something like a lullaby, and rubbing soothing circles on his back. He didn’t say anything, or ask how he was doing, just held him and gently rocked him.
At some point, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour later, they lied down, together on Alex’s bed. Guerin’s hand slowly reached down, until he touched his stump. He rubbed it once, twice, and then he just stayed there.
Alex fell sleep.
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Friday movie nights became some sort of tradition between them. They would finish their work, meet at the house, grab something to eat, and then drive to the drive-in theatre. Alex liked those nights, hell, he cherished those nights.
So he was very irritated when some shitty client just didn’t know what it meant to demand something WITHIN REASON, and he had to cancel their movie night via a short text. He was even more irritated when said client walked out in the last minute, so his previous work was totally wasted. Plus his new prosthetic was giving him trouble all day. Safe to say he was not in the greatest mood.
When he got home though, he was met by Guerin’s soft smile and homemade dinner. By the time they finished eating, he felt more or less like human again. Then Guerin gave him a dessert, told him to rest a bit on the sofa, and disappeared in the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he pulled Alex into the bathroom, where he already drew a bath for Alex.
He even lit some candles.
All of a sudden, Alex wanted to cry, except he hadn’t cried in ten years.
So he let out a shaky breath, buried himself in Guerin’s arms, and asked a stupid question.
“Why did you do all this?”
Guerin held him, shifted somewhat awkwardly, and said in a quiet voice.
“You spelled ‘bail’ wrong.”
Of all the answers, THAT was not what Alex expected.
“What?”
“Your text. I guess you meant to say you had to bail on our movie night. But you spelled it ‘ball’. Auto correct or something. And you never spelled wrong. So I figured, you must be exhausted.”
At that, Alex just HAD to kiss him.
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They visited Greg together on a Saturday morning.
At the drive home, Alex was awfully quiet.
Michael didn’t ask. He made coffee. He fetched a blanket. He sat beside Alex on the sofa, and began to read his monthly mechanic magazine.
Alex talked before he decided he wanted to.
“My father was a piece of shit. And out of my three brothers, Greg is the only decent one. But when we were kids, he didn’t know how to protect me or stand up for me, when my father beat the shit out of me.”
Michael dropped his magazine, and silently held his hand. And Alex decided he wanted to keep talking.
“I wanted to make music. He sent me to war. Frankly, war wasn’t even a worse choice than my so called home. It just wasn’t a better choice either.”
“I never felt I belong anywhere, not at home. Not at war. I bought the house because Greg asked me to, because he was the only one who reminded me a shred of the ‘home’ concept. But today, seeing him with his family, I realized, he is my family, but he is not home.”
“I still don’t belong.”
He hadn’t cried for ten years. He didn’t want to begin now.
Expect the hands wiping his tears were so gentle, he couldn’t seem to stop.
“I was offered a great job opportunity in New York, when I finished my study at UNM. But four years apart from Max and Isobel were tough enough that I decided to ditch that and move back.”
“I never felt I belonged, too, what with the fucked up system and shitty foster homes, except when I was with them. So I clung to them, a little bit desperately. When they moved away, I felt betrayed, left out and abandoned. I didn’t want to live in my airstream anymore because it felt like a fantasy I built, just to fool myself into thinking I could have followed them anywhere in it, because they were my harbor. But then they were gone, so I decided I wasn’t supposed to settle in anywhere, and that’s when I began to squat in people’s not lived in houses. Because they are just like me, you know, abandoned.”
“Until you invited me to live with you.”
They held each other a long time after that.
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The email came on a Wednesday morning, and Michael was on the plane that very night to LA, because Liz was going into labor and Michael would become an uncle.
He asked Alex to come with him, but he was caught up at work so he just couldn’t make it.
They called each other every day though, Michael showed him so many baby pictures he even dreamed about it one night. He was vibrating joyful energy and Alex was happy for him.
Then on the fourth night since he was gone, he called Alex, hesitation evident in his voice.
“Liz pulled some strings at her university. And they offered me a job here.” He said, without so much as a hello.
Alex felt the world shook for a moment. Then he blinked, and the house seemed the same, intact, but somehow much quieter, and larger.
“I’m happy for you.”
An exhale.
“You are happy for me.” Michael repeated, slowly.
Alex shut his eyes. He thought of all the times Michael looked at the photos of the three of them, and all the times he seemed to be lost after he ended their phone calls, and he opened his eyes again.
“They are your family.” He said simply.
Another exhale.
“Yeah, they are.”
Silence.
After three minutes of nothing else, Alex hung up.
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Michael came back on Tuesday afternoon.
Alex had not been sleeping well, or eating properly, so at first he thought he might be dreaming or something.
But there he was, clearly not been sleeping well, or eating properly himself, eyes glaring with fond anger.
“You are a dumbass, you know? You’re just gonna give me up like that?”
Alex refused to back down.
“It’s not giving up. You always wanted a family, a home. I don’t wanna stand between you and your opportunity of that.”
Michael shook his head, sighed, and pulled Alex into his arms.
“You still don’t understand, do you? They are my family, true. But YOU are my home.”
And there, stood in his embrace, Alex finally understood.
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Make It Right [BTS Mafia AU]
Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?
Rating: NC-17 // NSFW
Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut
Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC
Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut
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Chapter 58: Killer
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I’ll cut away your skin like a...”
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Namjoon slowly slid the black cotton mask from his mouth and nose, waiting in the shadows of an alcove outside of the building. The small group of men he had with him, former Golden Jackals, huddled in the darkness. They were able to overtake the side entrance hours ago, before the crack of dawn. He made sure that no one of merit within the Jade Fangs would approach the designated area. Even if they did, Namjoon would have made it a point to subdue them completely. He would leave their bodies for the crows out in the muddy fields if he had his way.
But no, this was the moment where they would turn the tides. This was the beginning of the end.
We finish this today…
Lifting a cigarette to his lips, the orange glow of the flame licked at the end of the stick as a light crackling sound emitted itself from the contact. A few hushed conversations were going on beside him, to which he vaguely tuned in. They were out to prove themselves to the fallen brothers and sisters still imprisoned in the world they were forced to live in when adventuring into the light. But it was a life they deserved; a life they fought so hard for. Whether they lived or died after today, it would all be relevant to their future.
Pulling out his watch, Namjoon immediately flipped open the latch that covered the face. He was old-fashioned, so to speak, and a bit of a sentimentalist. Jimin teased him once about still carrying a pocket watch in this day and age, but how could he let it go?
It was a graduation gift Jungkook bought for him just before he moved to attend University in Seoul.
Time seemingly crawled; all of them were prepared to launch their first assault against the Jade Fangs. Namjoon already planned to be the first to cause the strike. He would need to ensure that the blast counted for something, otherwise it was all just going to get mucked up in the end. He would not have any screw-ups. Not while he was in charge of the first wave. Their offense was cut in half with Jungkook and Jimin pulled from the equation.
Pulling his ball cap down further on his head, he slipped the watch back into his pocket. Namjoon took one final drag of his cigarette, the smoke cloud billowing in his face and partially clouding his vision. However, in the shadows it seemed as if he were a dragon on the verge of breathing out a tremendous vortex of flame. One of the men approached him, nodding quickly. Namjoon grinned, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The gas line had successfully been cut.
“It’s time,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.
In sync, all of them slipped their masks over their faces. The cigarette fell to his feet and sparked with the faint light of its embers before finally dying out altogether. They could hear the approaching footsteps growing in time and Namjoon pulled out his hunting knives. As soon as they were in the right position, he disappeared and then reappeared at the front of the room which was in full view of the four different ways that many of the others could enter what was now to be viewed as their battlefield.
Now he had to wait for the show to truly begin.
Yoongi and his team were situated near the back of the factory, hiding in the thick brushes and reeds that were in desperate need of attention and care. Changkyun felt it wasn’t time to tidy up the landscape and that allowed for the perfect amount of camouflage. Namjoon already texted him earlier, telling him that he was in position with his team. Taehyung and his group were hidden within the factory, away from prying eyes. Once all the pieces were lined up, it would be his job to tip the first domino.
He couldn’t fucking wait.
Yoongi felt a dark smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. To think they’d spent the better part of three days planning this out. It almost seemed far fetched and he would never have gone along with something like this. Not until Namjoon convinced him just how solid this counterattack would be. Because they were using Changkyun’s ego against him. He may have broken them by taking their brothers from them and left them feeling demoralized from how thoroughly they’d been ruined. But what Changkyun failed to see was the very thing Hoseok kept hidden away from the Jade Fangs all these years. The thing that he made sure they all kept hidden from them.
Their very own malicious nature.
He felt a buzzing in his pocket and he pulled out his phone, eyeballing the screen. It was time for him to make his move. Slipping out from his hiding spot, he made a point to make as much noise as possible. He wanted to be found. He wanted his path impeded.
His men would remain hidden.
The shuffling of feet reached Yoongi and he was soon surrounded in a semi-circle by Jade Fang lackeys. Pushing his way through the small throng was Kihyun, a curious expression painted over his features. Yoongi pulled out a cigarette and lit the end, slipping the lighter into his pocket. He watched Kihyun place himself in front of him, his back to the window of the factory.
“You should really quit while you’re ahead, Yoongi-ah,” said Kihyun, a baseball bat draped over his shoulder, “those things’ll kill you.”
“My smoking habits should be the least of your concerns,” he replied, cigarette poking out from between his lips.
Kihyun laughed, shaking his dark chestnut bangs out of his eyes. “I thought the meeting agreement was for Hoseok to come. Why are you here?”
Yoongi scoffed. “Did you really think, after everything you guys have done, that we’d trust Hoseok to come here alone with just one of us?”
“And let me guess…” He watched Kihyun as he took a step forward. “…you’re watching the back in case we try to do something underhanded?”
“Nope.”
He tried not to relish in the frown that Kihyun gave him. The heavy thudding of his heartbeat only elevated the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Every square inch of him felt as cold as ice. But he could feel the fire pouring from his eyes.
Yoongi looked at Kihyun, his eyes shifting ever so slightly to the left. He saw the window slowly opening – silent. He would thank Taehyung later for oiling all the windows and doors on every side of the warehouse except for the front.
He pulled the cigarette from his lips, blowing smoke at Kihyun. Flashing his gummy smile, his eyes narrowed as he tilted his head back slightly.
“I’m in the back so I can blow it up.”
And with a quick flick of his wrist, Yoongi threw the cigarette through the open window.
The explosion that soon followed knocked them all back.
Taehyung’s back hurt.
He’d been perched in the rafters for hours – having arrived at the factory long before anyone else appeared. There was an almost methodical madness to how carefully he oiled all the door hinges and window panes that didn’t come from the front of the warehouse. He was wired from both adrenaline and caffeine, knowing full well that today would be the day that everything would end. He knew his brothers were on edge, both from the planning and from the unpredictable nature that he exuded constantly.
But he had to be. Taehyung knew that if they knew what truly ticked around in his mind, they would do everything in their power to keep him from coming along. They would have left him behind.
And he’d be damned if that happened.
There was a single skylight in the factory situated dead in the center of the roof. Taehyung’s team already made short work of the lackeys that tried to come to the roof earlier that morning. No upper tiered members of the Jade Fangs were on rooftop duty. Taehyung already made a mental note of where everyone else was.
Hyungwon and Jooheon were patrolling the left side of the building; the side where Namjoon and his team were. One of Taehyung’s team was already deep inside of the factory, following the blueprint that Namjoon gave him, taking him straight to where the main gas line was. Once he finished cutting the line, he was to head to the boiler room.
Kihyun and Minhyuk supervised the back side of the factory, in case they were flanked. Yoongi was there with his group. He was the “gunshot” that would start the race. He was the only one who would be able to catch them off guard. Besides, he knew that Yoongi was also a bit of a pyromaniac and wouldn’t have been satisfied if he wasn’t the one to set off the explosion.
Which left Shownu, Wonho and Changkyun on the inside. Hoseok and Seokjin were sent in not as bait, but as a distraction. Then it would be time to bring the entire building down on top of their heads. Blood would be spilt. Lives would be lost.
Taehyung would eviscerate them all.
The building shook violently, causing Taehyung to grip onto the metal rafters. He leaned forward; one knee pressed into the beam beneath him. Shouts of confusion were heard from below him and he flashed a manic grin where no one could have the pleasure to see. Screams of pain resounded as glass shattered from below, his eyes searching for Seokjin. He was already making his way around a set of crates, having swiftly dispatched several Jade Fang members during all the chaos.
More glass broke and metal doors were slammed wide open. Dozens of Golden Jackal members flooded the factory, tangling themselves in a fight. The glass covering from the skylight also shattered, raining down into the factory. Several ropes dropped from the ceiling and Taehyung stood to his full height as his team descended from the open hatch. Some dropped to the ground while others swung from their ropes, landing on top of unsuspecting lackeys. Blood spewed as knives plunged into bodies from both sides.
Taehyung ran, jumping out as far as he could and stretching his arms out. He grasped onto a rope, swinging around until his leather gloved hands allowed him to slide down. He shoved his body around, changing his trajectory in mid-air so he was heading straight for the manager’s office.
His legs extended out as he watched Shownu scrambling to his feet. Taehyung crashed his heels directly into Shownu’s chest, knocking him back. As he straddled the older man’s hips, he quickly unsheathed the large hunting knife from his back – aiming it straight for Shownu’s chest.
He grunted when Shownu used his arms to block the blow – their forearms crashing into one another. Taehyung’s arms shook violently as he tried to force them down, watching the blade getting closer and closer to Shownu’s throat. He could feel the capillaries in his eyes exploding, his vision blurring momentarily, before a scream erupted from his lungs.
Releasing one hand from the hilt of the knife, Taehyung punched furiously at Shownu’s rib cage. The older man attempted a counterattack, using his knee to slam into Taehyung’s back. The force of the blow caused him to fall forward and he felt Shownu’s fingers closing in around his throat. Taehyung continued to punch him even as he felt the air being choked from him.
He punched him one more time, using his fingers to dig into Shownu’s side. He buried them, like he was digging through mud for shells. He twisted his fingers and pulled, tearing through the fabric of the other man’s shirt.
Turning his head and leaning forward, Taehyung snapped his teeth into Shownu’s knuckles. He bit through the skin, blood spraying into his mouth. The older man screamed but he could barely hear it over the noise of battle being waged all around them. He pulled his hand from Shownu’s side, gripped his other hand, and put all his weight down.
The blade slowly buried itself into Shownu’s chest.
Hoseok’s knee crashed into the ground as Changkyun struggled to maintain his own footing. The two men glared at each other just as the noises from outside became more and more prevalent. Hoseok smirked as he saw Changkyun race to the window, peering out to the factory floor below. He managed to get back onto his feet just as the Jade Fang’s leader turned to glance over his shoulder at him. Hoseok took pleasure in seeing the snarl forming on the man’s face.
“You,” he snapped, turning around to face him again.
Hoseok dusted off the backs of his pants, his arms going up into a defensive stance as his hands curled into fists. “Yes. Me.”
Changkyun quickly raced to the other side of the room, his hand sliding under the table. Hoseok narrowed his eyes when he next turned around, a knife held in his hand. He scoffed. Maybe he would have been surprised if Taehyung hadn’t already told him what was hidden there.
“So, you expected me to come unarmed, but then have a knife hidden away?” Hoseok shook his head. “I’m so fuckin’ disappointed in you right now.”
“Shut-up!”
Changkyun ran at him, his arm striking out to slash at Hoseok’s neck. But he was faster because he was thinking clearly. He wasn’t about to let anyone stop him from accomplishing what he wanted to do on this day.
He dodged, side-stepping Changkyun at the last second. Reaching up to his lips, Hoseok pulled out the small razor he had hidden in his mouth. Ducking the next blow, he slung his arm upward and slashed over where Changkyun’s right eye was. A stream of blood sprayed and Changkyun moved to cover one hand over his eye as a trail of crimson leaked from beneath his palm.
Dropping the razor, he closed the distance between them as Changkyun attempted another assault. But with his depth-perception thrown off, he swung blindly. Hoseok slammed his elbow into his chest, aiming a backfist to his throat, and used his other hand to quickly disarm him. Before the knife could fall to the floor, Hoseok was already snatching it out of the air.
Spinning around on his back heel, he roughly slammed his back into Changkyun’s chest – forcing his body to bang against the door. Hoseok pulled his arms forward, then swung them back. A sickening squelch noise followed as he plunged the knife directly into Changkyun’s gut. He felt the younger man struggling against him, but he put all his weight backward – his shoulder blades pressing into his chest so that Changkyun wouldn’t be able to wriggle himself free.
“H-Hyung,” he heard Changkyun choke out, his hand reaching out to grasp onto Hoseok’s shoulder, “don’t do this. We…we can help each other…”
Taking a step back, Hoseok buried the knife further into Changkyun’s stomach – watching the blood forming a small puddle by his feet.
“…you can fucking die is what you can do.”
Seokjin swore under his breath, eyeballing the small cut on his leg. He hadn’t meant to get caught off guard, but there was so much happening around him. Things got less hairy when Namjoon’s team managed to make it inside. Even in the middle of all the craziness, Seokjin was glad they weren’t having to deal with guns. This would have ended bloodier than it needed to.
His eyes darted in every direction and he barked orders when he needed to as Taehyung’s team swept down from the ceiling. Namjoon was in the thick of it with his people and some of Yoongi’s squad managed to make it inside. There was a hint of worry when he hadn’t been able to locate Yoongi, but he knew he had to trust his brothers to be able to take care of themselves.
If he couldn’t at least do that, then what good was their bond?
The door to the manager’s office flew open, the loud bang rattling throughout all the noise of the fighting. Seokjin’s eyes followed the sound and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hoseok stumbling out of the door. He nearly tripped on something, seeing Taehyung catching Hoseok at the last second before he could fall. The two of them exchanged words before Taehyung jumped from the catwalk, his arms grabbing for the ropes so he could swing down to the main floor to join the fight. From what Seokjin could tell, Hoseok hadn’t sustained any injuries.
There was movement in Hoseok’s blind spot. Seokjin wasn’t sure if it was one of their people or a Jade Fang member. Not until the very last second.
“HOSEOK-AH!”
Their eyes locked momentarily, but there wasn’t any time. Running from his hiding spot, Seokjin scooped up a discarded knife. He slid to the center of the bottom floor and flung his arm out and upward. Hoseok jumped out of the way just as the knife buried itself in Changkyun’s throat. They watched the Jade Fang’s leader fall backward, presuming that he would not be getting up a second time.
A grateful smile passed over Hoseok’s lips, but soon snapped to surprise as he looked back at Seokjin.
“HYUNG!”
Suddenly, Seokjin felt his body flung to the side. His head hit the ground and the rest of him followed suit. The pain erupted seconds afterwards, his hand reaching up to grasp at the area where his nerves were screaming at him. Fingers caressed something cold and slender. When he pulled, his pain receptors went off like alarms and he screamed, looking around at who was responsible for the assault. As he craned his neck around to see, he spied the rod-like object poking out from his side. Something dribbled from his mouth and he didn’t have to guess to know that it was his own blood.
When he searched around in desperation, his eyes locked with Minhyuk who was holding a crossbow – watching him already reloading the next bolt.
Bodies moved around him in a blur – all of them screaming and fighting for their own lives. They were distracted. None of them realized what was happening.
No one except Hoseok.
Seokjin grinned, crawling to his knees. He could hear Hoseok’s feet thudding along the metal stairs, but he knew he wouldn’t make it in time. He was ready to face this head on. However, what he hadn’t expected was Minhyuk to shift his aim.
To Hoseok.
Eyes wide, Seokjin quickly scrambled to his feet and lunged forward in Hoseok’s direction. He knew his brother wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around him. He was too focused on getting to Seokjin. But by doing so, he was putting himself in danger.
Seokjin knew he had to block his path.
It was like he could sense it. He jumped up and out to the left. Pain blossomed over his back and all feeling from his legs down seemed to disappear. He collapsed into the ground, dirt filling his nostrils, and he cried out in agony as he dug his fingers into the concrete. Soon, he could feel the texture of his own blood mixed with the dirt under his fingernails.
“HYUNG!”
Seokjin couldn’t see, but he knew it was Taehyung’s voice. He blindly reached out, grabbing for what he assumed was Taehyung’s ankle. “H-Hoseok-ah,” he choked out between coughing up blood, “…get him out of here.”
“B-But Hyung—”
“DO IT!”
He felt the ankle leaving his grasp and Seokjin prayed that Taehyung would listen to him. Hoseok had to get out of there. They all had to go. He wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he was going to make it. Not now; not when he was coughing up blood. Something was internally damaged. He was most likely hemorrhaging already.
Curling onto his side, he grasped at the bolt protruding from him and gripped onto it as hard as he could. As he pulled, visions of Anastasia flashed through his mind, giving him pause. For a moment, he forgot about the pain; he forgot about the world around him.
All he could see was the woman he loved standing in the far corner of the factory as she held their beautiful son. He stretched his arm out, reaching for them as if he could touch them. Tears leaked from his eyes as he smiled – the world blurring and getting just a little bit darker.
…I’m sorry, Ana, he thought, the weight of his arm starting to get heavier, …I’m not going to be able to keep this promise…I love you… He felt his elbow hit the concrete, followed by his head.
I’m going to see my brothers now. Forgive me…
Everything grew quiet around him.
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MELANCHOLY NIGHTS PT 1 | NCT DREAM
a/n : heyy guys so it seemed like y’all wanted more of this and I did enjoy writing it and even though I’ve started school this week, I’m still in quarantine so i really have nothing better to do.
𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽
genre : fluff, bad boy au, retro au, high school au
pairings : nct dream x reader
warnings : swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of drug usage
words : 2,6k
summary : after a chemical high you come crashing down into the hell hole that is reality when the town’s so called bad boys move in next door.
prologue
masterlist
holy shit.
you were so happy. you were so calm. you floated around this colourful void that had unnaturally coloured palm trees and broken statues of naked people that you swore you knew but you also didn’t really care because “hehe look how small your dick is dude.”
you floated aimlessly not really knowing where you were headed. Now you were in a castle with your brother and Taeyong, they both had on crowns that were titled and clothes that clearly looked like costumes bought from the reject shop next to the bakery down the street.
you sat between them giggling, at what? you don’t know, and frankly you also didn’t care. You turned to Johnny who was laughing his ass off and asked “the fuck you laughing at?”
he wipes away a single nonexistent tear in a dramatic fashion while gripping your arms tightly “we’re flying Jack, we’re flying!” All three of you burst out laughing as the wind blew your hair in your face, you looked down and saw that the couch you three were sitting on was now floating in the clouds.
usually you would be crying and screaming to get put down but the euphoria running through your system just made a wave of giggles past through you again as you watch your legs dangle over the edge.
This was nice, you cuddle up to the boys in the hammock that was tied to between the two thick trees in the jungle as you shut your eyes. You were so happy.
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ughhhhhhhh.
you woke up feeling like shit, so just a normal morning for you. You turned to your left and almost shit yourself at the sight of your brother. You didn’t remember Johnny getting back home, he must’ve been hella tired since he was still completely dressed.
after 3 failed attempts of pulling yourself up you finally succeeded, you felt like a ton of rocks, you gripped your head and let out a yawn. You turned to the other side of the bed to find a knocked out Taeyong. You reached over his naked chest and grabbed your phone next to the remaining joint that you and Taeyong shared last night. You tugged at your phone a couple times before the charger detached.
Opening your phone and scrolling through instagram and twitter for awhile before the intense urge to pee came upon you, you crawled over Taeyong not before taking a snap of Johnny’s drooling face and sending it as streaks.
you entered the small bathroom and closed the door, going straight to the toilet. after doing that shit you wash your dam hands because you ain’t no detty pig. You stared at the mirror.
yikes.
you dragged your hands over your face and let out a groan. You opened the mirror cabinet grabbing the antidepressants that your doctor prescribed you who knows how long ago.
you slammed the mirror shut and grabbed a tube of concealer that was on the verge of falling off the sink and squeezed some onto the back of your hand before dabbing your finger in it and aggressively rubbing it under your eyes.
you heard groaning as the door slams open, Taeyong stumbles in going to turn on the shower.
“hey Tae where’s the eyedrops?”
“ughh shit, we need to get more of those, um i think i saw some under the bed.” Taeyong said as he rubbed his already messy bright red hair. You nodded and left the bathroom, not before popping one too many happy pills into your mouth.
you got on your knees and looked under the bed. “god since when last did we clean under here? oi Tae what did we say about having friends over?” you smirked as you turned to Taeyong who had just stopped taking off his pants at the sight of an old used condom dangling from your fingers. “oh shut it y/n, that was ages ago, plus it was the last time she ever saw this fine piece of ass again, she couldn’t even-” Taeyong’s rant was cut off by his own girly screech as the old condom came flying at him.
you giggled as you grabbed the eyedrops behind a sock and unscrewed the cap before squirting it somewhat evenly between both of your eyes.
you walk into the kitchen and open the cupboard, grabbing a muesli bar. You sit on the counter and start eating it as Johnny stumbles into kitchen turning the kettle on.
“hello sleeping beauty.” you smile at him as he reaches over your head to grab a mug. “morning sunshine.” he replies back, pecking you on the cheek. “when did you get back? must’ve been late since you’re still fully dressed.” you take another bite of the bar.
“yeah, got into a fight with some people last night and decided to drive back home. By the time i got back here the joint you shared with Tae was already out.” he said taking off his shoes and tugging off his jeans before replacing them with one of the many sweatpants lying around. “you drove from the city Johnny, you must’ve been driving all night, I mean what about your classes?”
Johnny smiled and took off his shirt before pouring the hot water into the mug and plopping an instant coffee packet in it. “it’s fine I only missed one class this morning, and plus I would’ve been close to leaving around this time anyway.”
you rolled your eyes as Johnny sipped his coffee. There was a sudden loud knock at the door, you and Johnny looked at each other raising an eyebrow. The knocking soon progressed into banging as it continued. You stuffed the rapper of your muesli bar into Johnny’s pocket and drank some of his coffee.
“for fucks sake will one of you idiots get the damn door!” Tae yelled popping his head out of the bathroom as steam seeped out. You and Johnny laughed and replied in sync “yes mum!”, a slam of the bathroom door came seconds after.
you rolled your eyes at your brother before hopping off the kitchen counter and making your way towards the door, your skyscraper of a brother following you to do his duty of being the overprotective older sibling™.
You unlocked the door and opened it, catching the fist of your door’s assaulter. You released it with a groan as you came face to face with Jeno, behind him was Jaemin and Chenle. “what the fuck do you want?” you said crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.
The three boys stood shocked and silent in front of your door, just staring at you and your brother. Your brother. Oh fuck Johnny was shirtless and you were dressed in one of his shirts.
See everyone in the town knew you were related to the walking lamp post since when he was school he made sure nobody messed with you, but everyone also hasn’t seen Johnny in almost a year now since he usually stayed inside whenever he came home from the city before driving back there.
you stopped yourself from slapping the three boys when you saw a blush make it’s way onto Chenle’s face as Jaemin looked down ears red and Jeno’s lips trembled as he kept looking between you and Johnny.
“oh for fucks sake he’s my brother! god males nasty.” you put your hand up before Johnny could protest, “oi you can’t say anything.” Johnny let out a grunt.
“you three how do you know y/n?” you rolled your eyes as you could feel the overprotectiveness radiate from Johnny. The three stumble over their words, you scoffed, so much for a bunch of bad boys.
“they don’t know me, they’re Jisung’s friends. Why they came banging on our door i have no idea, and frankly i could care less because i’m gonna be late.” you walked under johnny’s arm that was propped on the door frame and walked to the bathroom.
You opened the door and grabbed the jeans you left in there and tugged them on. “off to work love?” Taeyong asked as he combed his fingers through his hair. “sadly. where you off to?” you asked as you grabbed a brush and started to tug at your own hair. “no where really, i can give you a lift there if i can get a free breakfast.” he gave you a smirk through the mirror. “a discount is all you’re getting.” he just chuckled and pecked your cheek before leaving the bathroom.
you followed after him and caught the sneakers he threw your way, slipping them on and grabbing your bag and jacket, stuffing your phone and earphones into the pocket of it. You and Tae made your way to the door where a shirtless Johnny still stood.
“see ya slut.” you giggled slapping him on the ass before squealing when he picked you up giving you a hug before putting you down after Taeyong gave him a smack upside his head. “bye you two, oi wait where you headed?”
“work.”
“breakfast.”
You and Taeyong both replied still walking to the stairs and past the three silent boys that were just observing the moment. “bye you two.” Johnny said as he closed the door.
Tae grabbed you hand and started to ramble on about what he wanted for breakfast, you turned your head to look back at the three boys and frowned at them when you saw them all staring.
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you looked up from the magazine as the shops door bell rang. You let out an annoyed sigh as Mark, Haechan and Jisung walked in.
“thought you worked at the old diner y/n” Haechan called out to you as he started flipping through a stack of records. “haven’t seen a girl with two jobs before Haechan?” you smirked back as you used your feet that was propped against the counter to swivel your chair side to side.
You kept your eyes locked onto the magazine when you saw Jisung start to make his way over to you. He leaned on the counter and just looked at you. “aren’t you going to ask if i need any assistance.” you could practically hear the grin when he said that and you resisted the urge to return it. “you’ve been here before you can figure it out.”
it was silent between you two for a bit before Jisung spoke up, “did i do something wrong.” this made you take your feet off the counter and stand up as Jisung got up from leaning on the counter.
“i don’t know Jisung, what do you think?” you bit back as you walked out from behind the counter and picked up a stack of records and made your way to the shelves, Jisung following after you like a lost puppy. “okay so can you tell me what exactly did i do?” Jisung mumbled as he watched you sort the records.
“do you wanna tell me why three of your little friends were outside my house banging on my door this morning?” you turned to him and leaned on one leg giving him a ‘you’re gonna get it’ smile.
Jisung gave you a cute confused tilt of his head. “what? who?” you rolled your eyes at him, “who do you think idiot, Dolphin boy, muscle man and pretty boy were just standing at my doorstep this morning, and they even though I slept with my fucking brother.” you walked around the shelves and shuddered at the last part.
“pretty boy?” he asked innocently with a hint of something else. “I mean I don’t even talk to your moron friends so why the hell were they at my house?” you questioned as you stopped walking and turned sharply around to face Jisung.
“p-pretty boy? who’s pretty boy?” you rolled your eyes and walked past the tall boy and towards Mark and Haechan. “oi since utility poll over there is malfunctioning, why don’t one of you tell me why your friends were banging on my door this morning.” Mark looked up and looked around before his eye landed on you, his mouth still slightly opened.
“what the fuck are you talking about?” Haechan asked, “Chenle, Jeno and Jaemin were knocking on my fucking door this morning and when i answered it they just stood there, opening and closing their mouths like fucking fish.” you leaned against one of the shelves as Jisung comes up behind you. “wait which one of them is ‘pretty boy’?” he pouted and you gave him a ‘seriously dude?’ look before turning your head back to the males in front of you.
“afternoon love, your shift is over for today.” Chris walked in from the back and gave you a bright smile, you returned it.
“wait did you say Jeno, Chenle and Jaemin?” Mark suddenly asked. You gave him a nod and his eyes widened, “what? what about them Mark?” Haechan asked the older boy. “they were checking out the people who were living near us.”
silence.
“excuse me, the fuck?” you asked. You turned to Jisung, “oh yeah i forgot to tell you that me and the guys decided to live together so we found this place to rent, Renjun knows the owner of the place so we were able to get a bit of a discount.” you cut Jisung off by walking away.
You made your way to the counter where Chris was and grabbed your bag. “Cheers Chris, will I be sharing the tomorrow’s shift with you?” “uh, um yeah we are.” you smiled and gave him a quick hug that he returned and jumped over the counter.
“Jisung! you’re walking with me. Come on!” you said storming out the door, Jisung following close behind.
When you made it out onto the street it was pouring down with rain, you pulled your jacket tighter to yourself and jogged across the street to the undercover. Jisung came up beside you, “why you mad at me?”. You looked at him “because how the fuck did you forget to tell me you were moving in with those morons, and how fucking stupid are you to not realise that it was the same building I lived in?!” You started to make your way home through the rain, Jisung walking beside you. “well, you never let me in your house-” “no, you can’t use that excuse. You’ve walked me home multiple times and you’ve even come to my door too.”
the walk back to the apartment complex was just you questioning Jisung and him trying to deflect it. By the time you were climbing the stairs it was silent between the two of you. “look, i’m sorry y/n.” you stopped, turning to look at your friend over your shoulder. “i really am, this was part of the reason i didn’t want to tell you, i was scared of how you would react, i know that you don’t really like the boys, so i didn’t want you to know that i was not only moving in with them, but that i was only just down the hall from where you lived.”
you turned fully around and looped your arms around Jisung’s neck. “look Jisung, i understand why you moved in with the boys, honestly as much as i don’t like those idiots, i’m glad you’re living with them, you’re safer with them. I’m not mad at you, just a bit disappointed.” You hugged the boy and let out a sigh.
Both of you walked up the stairs, “want to see it?” “huh?” you turned to Jisung raising an eyebrow. “want to see where i live now?”, you shrugged “sure.”
Jisung smiled and grabbed your hand, walking up another flight of stairs, passing your own apartment door and walking down the hall. You both stopped in front of one door and Jisung pulled out a key from his jacket pocket and unlocked the door. hands still linked the two of you walked through the door.
“what the fuck? don’t tell me you two walked in that rain?!”
end
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all is fair in love & war | bts x reader | chapter two
pairing: bts x female reader
genre: mafia!au, series fic, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut
warnings for this chapter: stalker-ish kinda? y/n is uncomfortable, mentions of abuse, my bad writing!!
a/n: hey, I’m trying my best to make the chapters longer than the previous and including more things, so please stay tuned!!
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He flew down the stairs, eager to find the two at the bar and fulfill his ‘mission’. Well, if there’s anything Taehyung is good at, it’s distracting people. He was regularly sent out to divert people’s attention, and boy was he quite the distraction. With his boxy grin and beautifully sculpted face, it was hard to leave him. He couldn’t wait to see you properly! With all these years of staring at old photographs of you, he couldn’t believe this was his chance to finally talk to you. This, of course, only made him run faster. And it was at this great speed that Taehyung could barely see what was ahead of him and bounded straight into Jungkook.
“Watch where you’re going-“Jungkook started, “What? Why are you looking at me like that for?”
“Did you let her leave?” Tae deadpanned.
“…yeah, but I got her number!” he smirked, walking up the stairs smugly.
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Your last 3 days have consisted of three things; sleeping, eating, and texting the bartender. He keeps asking when he’ll see you next and you want to see him too, you really do, but it’s too risky to leave again.
The lights behind you are blaring, good at hiding the blush forming on your cheeks. He leans in, mouth by your ear. He smells quite musky, with a touch of vanilla. It’s so sweet and hypnotizing and God do you love it! With his lips ghosting over your ear, he whispers “do you want me to take you back to your home later? Saves you paying for a taxi, I can drive you?”
You begin to fidget in your seat, squirming at the idea of him taking you home. Not because its him that would take you home - actually you find yourself trusting the bartender more as you continue to speak to him - but rather because what would happen if he did. Would he expect to come into your house? What if they notice he’s there? Would they hurt him? You can’t even get caught coming back in, let alone sneaking in another person! God how long have you been out for?
A small cough interrupts your inner dread, and you notice Jungkook beginning to stand up straight. After you quickly realise that he must have thought you had rejected him, you subconsciously reach out and grab his arm.
“um I’m sorry but I live in a dorm and you see the, um, university is very strict on having strangers on campus and so it’s not-“
“Hey, don’t worry about it, I completely understand!” he says, rather gently “but can I at least have your number?”
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Your mind wanders back into reality as you hear footsteps heading towards the kitchen. Immediately your hands move to play with your bracelet, your eyes darting to the door of the kitchen, fingers twisting the metal on your wrist. 3 of the main members of Sin Syndicate enter the kitchen as an uneasy feeling sets in your stomach. You look up expectantly at the men, and they look down back at you. The one member, who’s name you know to be Ju-Won, walks around the table and stands directly behind you; as for the other two, one stands in front of you, on the opposite side of the table, and the other stands at the door. A tingly sensation creeps up over you, as you feel Ju-Won touching and twisting strands of your hair through his fingers. You hide the urge to cringe, as you think about the things those hands have done – the lives they have taken.
“So sweetheart, Yunseo says that you can’t keep scrounging off us anymore. You’re a big girl now, and we can’t keep paying for you, can we? You have to start working for your life now. Ju-Won suggested you could work in one of our brothels, but we don’t want you too tired for us when you come back home, so we have decided you’re going to be working at ‘Angels’. You start tomorrow!” the greasy smile in front of you makes you want to throw up.
As Ju-Won lets go of your hair, and you nod politely at the 3 members (much to your resentment) you head back into your room. It seems really out of place in this big mansion of the Syndicates. The room has a cream colour scheme and is filled by a single-bed and a small chest of drawers. Reaching around your socks in your drawer, you search for the one that hides your phone. The phone springs to life, with the brand logo flashing on the screen when you turn it on. Sitting down on your bed, notifications begin to come through.
Jungkook: Hey, how are you today? [11:34✓✓]
Butterflies arise in your stomach as you lie back onto your bed, smiling to yourself. Your fingers move faster than your brain, and before you know it you have already replied.
You: Hey, I’m alright thank you, I’m actually starting a new job tomorrow! I’m a little nervous about it to be honest, but I’m so glad to be getting out the house more! [13:26✓]
You reread the message you sent and panic. It definitely sounds like you’re being held captive, you think.
You: Yknow, getting out the house more than usual because of college and everything haha! [13:27✓]
You put your phone away in your drawer, feeling calm now that you had saved your little mistake.
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“Um Joon?”
Jungkook, adorned in a complete black outfit, enters the living room, phone in hand. His eyes search the 6 other pairs in the room, until he lands on Namjoon’s. He nervously walks over to the couch and sits on the arm of it before continuing,
“as you know, I’ve been texting Y/N for the past few days, and well...she says she has a job?”
“A job?”
“Yeah. She said she starts tomorrow and she’s nervous. You don’t think-“
A shorter man, but equal in fierceness and determination, interrupts Jungkook’s fretting, ”Well they aren’t going to let her go and work for a legitimate place, that’d be stupid. And as the Syndicates only run drug chains, strip clubs and brothels, then she’s obviously working in one of them.”
Jungkook’s face morphs into one of outrage; almost disgust,” A fucking brothel!? They better not be sending her to work there Yoongi, I swear to God, I’ll fucking torch the lot of them”
Taehyung can’t stop himself for giggling at his younger’s outburst, “Why do you even care!? You hardly know her, and be realistic yeah? She’s probably working for one of their strip clubs to get her started, because it’s not like they’re gonna let her run riot on a drug chain. And sending her straight into a brothel? Unlikely.”
“Tae’s got a point. I’ll try and work out which one they have likely sent her too.” Their leader places his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder comfortingly, and then continues to head to his office.
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A bright purple neon sign, declaring the title ‘Angels’ flickers above the bar. The ‘A’ has devil horns above it, completely ridding the name of its suggested innocence. Most of the place looks like it is following an open plan design. Yellow leather chairs meet black shiny counters; tacky turquoise poles stand tall on top of the surface. You are pretty sure, that just in the 2 minutes you have spent here, you have seen every colour existing.
It’s quite busy in here already to say it is only the late afternoon, you think. Men dressed in suits occupy most of the room, but you are surprised to see female clients lurking around. From all the movies you watched, you always gathered it was only men that visited these types of places. Clearly, you were wrong. Your eyes continue to search the place, whilst you are waiting for further instructions from Yunseo. On the opposite side of the room you see a raised platform, with black, leather seats and small, red, circular tables surrounding it. You quickly conclude that this must be the stage where main performances are given. Focusing on that area, you see the a few silver poles coming out of the stage. You gulp, wondering if they are expecting you to be able to pole dance. You could never do that, you muse, you can barely walk in a straight line half the time! As for the employees, they are absolutely stunning. Long hair swaying in sync with their hips, their golden skin hypnotizing every person to watch their every move. You really don’t know how you’re going to fit in here.
As you take a sip of your water, a gentleman joins you at the bar. You can’t help but to take notice of him as he orders himself a drink, engaging in conversation with the Syndicate Bartender.
“You’re new ‘round here, right? I haven’t ever seen you here before?”
“Yeah, a friend recommended me the club, said I should check it out, so here I am” the dark black hair of the gentleman is parted, allowing any lurking eyes a better scope of his handsome face.
Just as you begin to listen to the rest of their conversation, Yunseo taps your shoulder.
“Okay Y/N, you’re going to have to get practicing because I’ve booked you a performance slot ready for Saturday, and you better not disappoint us!”
“Wait? For Saturday? That’s just 3 days away! How am I supposed-“
“You’d watch your mouth if you know what’s good for you sweetheart”
And just like that your head tilts down, hands in lap. Yunseo has always scared you, and has always took advantage of this whenever he has a chance.
“Good girl,” he hums, hand moving to cup your face, “Come with me and I’ll show you where you can practice”
As you get out of your seat to follow Yunseo, through the pungent scent of sweat and arousal, the gentleman at the bar catches your eye once more. It’s the way he is looking at you that you notice the most. With a prominent frown filling his features, he seems to be thinking about something. But you don’t have time to ask him about it or continue to ponder, so you turn back around and walk after Yunseo.
The rest of the evening is filled by your frustration. Yunseo had left you in this room, filled with only a stripper pole, a speaker and leather sofa, and these 4 walls are now driving you insane. It’s not like you’re the worst dancer in the world, it’s just you don’t have enough confidence. Just when you were about to hit play on the music, someone bursts into the room.
“That’s enough for today! Yunseo told me to get you home” a member you recall being named ‘Seojun’ says.
That’s right, you smile to yourself, if Yunseo told him to fetch he’d do it – he’s like a little puppy dog, a follower, and he always has been.
As you exit the room with him, Seojun’s phone starts to ring in his back pocket. As he picks up the call, you can’t help but to watch and listen,
“Hello?......How long did he stay here for?.....I don’t think it’s too strange no…….He could have been telling the truth I guess……bring it up with Yunseo, he’ll know what to do.”
You wonder for a moment who ‘he’ was. But then you remember where you are, and that it literally could have been anyone. Seojun closes the door behind you and leads you out the back entrance to the car.
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The Firm - Chapter 11
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Summary: Erik has been hired to find an embezzler for an old friend. The whole gang is back at GBI, ready to fight an old enemy and save their friend.
Pairing: Erik x Black!OC
Genre: Suspense
A/N: *steps up to the mic* Hello everyone! I want to thank everyone who has supported this story. Also, to let you know that this story is coming to a close. I will be dropping a chapter each week until its conclusion.
LaNyah stares at the older women whose hair is much longer and darker than when she helped her out in the parking lot, however long ago that was. Then she looks over at Laura, who is rocking back and forth, whimpering about not wanting to die. Why would she even ask such a thing? What does Laura know about this woman that LaNyah doesn’t? How does she know her? Did Gina say before her friends arrive? Does she mean Alex, Ashley, Stacey, and Erik? LaNyah tries to hold back her smile and closes her eyes to focus on keeping calm while this lady begins her tale.
Gina sitting in the center of the couch, looks between the two stunned women. “As I was saying, this story took place almost 20 years ago. There was a decorated officer who had a loving wife and kids.” She swoons at the memory of her loving brother. “He was the leader of a special ops team until an unjust allegation was brought against him by a team member. Someone he trusted and chose to be on his squad,” Gina snarls out. “He was under investigation during his last mission, and it would have led to a court-martial.” She rushes out before waving her hands in the air like it didn’t matter, “Anyway, before that could happen, members of his team took matters into their own hands. He was brutally murdered, and someone made it to look like an enemy ambush.”
“How do you know that it wasn’t?” Laura asks from beside her.
Gina taps Laura’s upper leg, “Oh dear, it was too perfect. The killing was too clean, everyone’s story was just so– in sync. Nothing about a military death is like that unless it is a cover-up.”
“Maybe, they were trying to spare the family’s feelings, you know, like friendly fire in combat or something?” LaNyah interjected.
“SHUT UP!!!” Gina shouts, startling both Laura and LaNyah. She takes a few deep breathes and smooths out her skirt, “It was not that. My twin brother was callously killed while overseas by members of the team he built.” LaNyah and Laura share a look, and Laura starts crying all over again.
“What does that have to do with us?” LaNyah somberly asks while staring at the crying pregnant woman over Gina.
Sniffling, Laura nods at LaNyah, “Yeah, I don’t know anyone in the military.”
LaNyah looks away, putting her head down at what Laura said because she knows that is not true for her. She only knew of one person until a few weeks ago. Gina can’t mean any of them, right? She inhales sharply, unaware that Gina has been watching her intently since Laura made that last statement, a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
She looks over them, “This is my favorite part,” a full smile breaking through while Gina takes Laura’s hands in hers before continuing. “Which brings me to why you two are here. I am going after those responsible for my brother’s death.” Gina rubs the tops of her hands, “Laura, your fiancé works for one of them.”
Laura closes her eyes at this, tears still falling and mutters, “But LaNyah was supposed to be the fall guy, not Matthew.” Gina’s eyes widen at that.
“When did he tell you?”
“What? Wait, he set me up?”
LaNyah and Gina blurt out at the same time. Laura rolls her eyes at LaNyah, “I told you this was all your fault.” LaNyah opens and closes her mouth before looking over at a laughing Gina. She can’t believe it. Minding her own business and she became the ultimate pawn in someone’s game of revenge. What is her life?
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“Babe, stay here with Stacey. Let us handle this.” Alex moves to keep Ashley from coming with them. Kill is on the other side of the room, tying his combat boots while talking on the phone. Stacey is at the conference room table, pulling up floorplans to the warehouse. Alex and Kill changed into dark military fatigues in preparation for the battle zone they are entering.
“Fuck that! I already told you what I would do when it came to LaNyah.” She gets in his face, “I need to be there when you find her! So, don’t you dare try to keep me from being there!” Ashley snatches up another pair of fatigues and pushes past him towards the bathroom, slamming the door. Alex stops short as the door nearly misses hitting him.
Kill finished with his last call, turns towards him. “Green, stop.” Alex walks back over to him, “Just accept the fact that she is coming with us. You can’t stop her, and even I wouldn’t try to stop her.” Kill walks by Matt, who has been untied and snatches him up. “Come on. You got some more talking to do.”
Everyone packs into the fully loaded Chevy Suburban that one of Kill’s connects dropped off after Matt gave them the location for the warehouse where Gina is keeping the girls. Kill throws the keys to Green so he can drive. Bridges jumps into the front passenger seat. Kill drags Matt to the second row of the SUV; he is behind Green, and Matt is behind Bridges.
Once they hit the freeway headed south to San Diego, Kill turns in his seat to look at Matt. Clearing his throat; he waits until Matt’s attention is on him. Matt’s bloodshot eyes make direct contact with Kill. His petrified stare meets Kill’s murderous scowl. Bridges looks back, turning around in her seat to watch what happens between the two.
“I’m only gonna give you one chance to get this right. From the beginning, when you first met Gina and started working for her. GO!”
Matthew sputters to a start, clenching his hands into fists as they sit on his lap. “She didn’t give me all the details at first. All I know is that she was looking for someone to help her bring down Mr. Green. It was no secret that I had gone out for every single special project, and he never picked me. I know he knew who I was, and even my supervisor helped me become a lead analyst so that I would be on his radar. So, it was no love lost on my part to do something to Mr. Green for how he treated me.” Ashley sucks her teeth, “I swear I didn’t know she was after you when I first started.”
“What was her plan for GBI?” Kill asks him.
Directing his answer to Bridges, “She knew you were married to Mr. Green and figured the easiest way to get you was through him and the company. I was supposed to help her embezzle money from various accounts into her offshore accounts. Make sure all roads led back to him, showing that he was stealing from his own company leading to a prison sentence. My supervisor was her first inside man at GBI when she brought me on to begin the embezzlement, and she killed him.”
“So, Alan didn’t just quit as we all thought? Wow,” Green remarked as he listened to the conversation about Gina’s plan to take down him and GBI.
“No, his job was to find someone who had put in some time with the company and disliked you enough to make her plan a reality, then vouch for me. When that was done, so was he.” He starts to hiccup, struggling to get the next part out. “She said he served his purpose and shot him right in front of me. Not even 10 minutes after I met her.” He shudders and breaks eye contact with the group.
“What about LaNyah?” Ashley jumps in to ask. “Why her?”
Running his hand through his hair, “Convenience, I guess.” Matt shrugs and looks up at Ashley who glares at him, “It was supposed to be Stacey. Gina didn’t care who was in that position; she just needed to know that I was checking their work and would be able to change the reports and move the money. I only had been working for her about 6 months when Mr. Green hired Stacey as his assistant, causing a delay in the plan to search for a new fall guy. Once he hired LaNyah, I passed over whatever information I had to Gina, and she told me when we would start.”
Matthew explains that he only had the background check that HR completed on her. So, it contained the information that Gina would have needed to complete a deep dive of LaNyah, similar to what Kill did when he found out he would be working with her. They all knew what that meant, even if he didn’t.
With LaNyah being new and a personal hire by Green, it made her the perfect scapegoat because everything links her position and working for the company to Green. The money starts disappearing after she began working there, and no one would know because he was altering the reports after she completed her weekly data entry reconciling all the accounts her team handled.
“We started skimming money from the Scholarship account about 3 months after LaNyah joined the company. It would be believable since she needed time to learn the system before manipulating it.”
“So, she’s after Bridges and Green? Anyone else?” Kill asks Matt, wondering if he is the one who gave her the information she needed to track him down finally.
Matt’s eyes lift as he thinks about the question. “You know what, I think she might have, but I have no way of knowing. She only tells me what she feels I need to know when it matters.” He briefly pauses, inhaling deeply, “All I know was she asked me to increase the amount of money we were moving about 3 weeks ago. I told her we needed to be careful because I figured out that Mr. Stevens was here auditing the accounting department.”
“How did you know that?” Green speaks up.
“I am supposed to watch LaNyah, too, and noticed she was meeting with you often before your big trip. Then after you were gone, she was always disappearing to the 35th floor to ‘work’ with Stacey on some project. It didn’t make sense to me because she never stays in the office past 6 like the rest of us. But I do recall walking by her office one Friday afternoon, and she was on the ground surrounded by old reports, muttering to herself.” He loosens his tie, “I never thought she would double-check her work, so that could only mean that she may have figured out what was happening. If that was true, then I knew she probably went and told you,” looking at Green, “and Mr. Green must have hired you to look into it.” Kill nodded his head. “When you warned me to back off of her, I wasn’t sure if you worked for Gina. But I would only see you at GBI, so I guessed you were Mr. Green’s man.”
“When did you tell Gina about Erik?” Ashley asks through gritted teeth. He was the only one she could not find from the entire team all these years, and as soon as she finds him, LaNyah goes missing. Matt hasn’t said anything about kidnapping to make her believe that was part of her original plan. She more than likely planned for her to go to prison along with Alex, leaving Ashley by herself.
“About 3 weeks ago, when Gina called me about doubling the funds, I told her about the audit, and I gave her your name since I couldn’t find much about you on my own.” Matt removes the tie from his neck, placing it in his lap. “She screamed about something –” He jumps in his seat, “OMG, it’s you! She’s after you, too! Said something about you being the missing link.”
“Calm down, Matt.” Green rolls his eyes while watching the man panic through the rearview mirror.
“Gina has always scared me, but that call made me even more paranoid than usual. I just wanted to make sure Laura was ok. I made her go and stay with her mother in Bakersfield, 2 months ago.” Twirling the tie in his lap, “I decided to visit her after the call and walked in to find Gina sitting right next to Laura talking shop like this woman wouldn’t have all of us killed with a snap of her fingers.” Tears blur his vision, and Matt’s voice cracks, “Laura knew I was doing some illegal shit behind Mr. Green’s back, so I came clean about what she didn’t know and told her who she just met. Gina called me back that night and told me exactly how much she wanted to move the next time. A week later, I had everything in place to move more than a million from the account.”
“And it takes two weeks before the money moves from the scholarship account. That was what I saw the night before we came back home.” Green states.
Kill closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “You were right, Green, she was planning to make her move which is why we saw the major movement from the account. She wanted us to notice.” Clenching his fists by his sides, “We just didn’t know that by the time we saw it, she already had LaNyah.”
“Laura and my son,” Matt squeaks out. Everyone looks at him as he breaks down.
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Gina moves away from Laura on the couch, focus bouncing between the two of them. This is going to be better than she thought. Laura pissed at LaNyah. LaNyah upset about what she just found out; that she is a doll in this game. And yet, she still doesn’t even know how big a part she plays. With loathing, Gina gazes at her.
Turning to the right, now fully facing LaNyah, Gina’s smile morphs. Gina’s voice laced with all the malice she could muster, “You, Miss LaNyah Cole, have a relationship with every single person on my list.” Laura gasps and shrinks back on the couch, glad she is not in her place. Now, she and the baby stand a better chance of making it out of this place alive.
Tearing up, LaNyah whispers out, “What?”
“My brother was accused of sexually assaulting the only female member on his team, Ashley Bridges.” She stands up and walks to the other side of the table, looking down at both of them. “You both would recognize her by her married name, Ashley Green.”
LaNyah squeaks out, “Ashley! What do you want with her?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, LaNyah, darling. I did not go through all this trouble for Ashley alone.”
“She wants Mr. Green, too, idiot.” Laura huffs out. LaNyah rolls her eyes at her, growing irritated by this whole situation. She didn’t ask to be put in the middle of this. But it seems everyone around her knew something that she didn’t, and that bothers her.
“You want the whole company to go down?” Gina starts slow clapping. LaNyah puts her head in her hands. Of course, she does. It is why she was the perfect patsy. Blame this on the girl who was like the daughter of the two people she held accountable for her brother’s death.
“You are a brilliant woman, Miss Cole.” She walks to her standalone chair and leans against it, “But you are missing the most important thing or person rather. The only person with the skills to kill my brother like that and clean it up so well. A man who, up until a few weeks ago, I only knew by his nickname, Killmonger.” No, no, no, please do not let it be him. LaNyah’s big, confused brown eyes meet steely grey ones, “Mr. Erik Stevens.”
The tears that she was holding back started rolling down her face. LaNyah clutched her chest with both hands while trying to stay seated in the chair. Her breathing was coming out in spurts between her loud sobs. Gina held her hand up to Laura, who was struggling to get up and go to her. She leans over and starts to rub circles into LaNyah’s back. LaNyah flinches at first but just closes her eyes to find something else to focus on to help her breathe.
“I know, sweetheart. It’s hard to find out that the man you like is a stone-cold killer.” LaNyah’s body tenses at her statement. She peeks over at Laura, who has a look of sympathy on her face as she watches LaNyah breaking down at what she learned. Gina closes her eyes as she continues to speak low, still soothing LaNyah with the circles on her back. “He hurt me, too dear. More than you could ever know.”
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“Did she pay you well for this suicide mission?” Kill demands harshly, Bridges and Green grimly laugh as Matt turns green. “Matthew, you know if we handed you over to her, she would kill you herself. I mean, she did kill the guy you were supposed to replace when she hired you. The money had to be exceptional, right?”
“3 times my annual salary at GBI,” he meekly responds, “and she told me I didn’t have a choice.”
“Let me guess; she threatened to kill you on the spot? Over Alan’s dead body?” Green interjects. Matt just nods his head. They all shake their heads in understanding. It was gonna be him or someone else. But Gina was gonna execute her plan regardless of how many casualties lined the path.
The mood shifts in the SUV as everyone disappears into their thoughts. Ashley is sniffling upfront, swimming in guilt for putting LaNyah in harm’s way. There was no way she knew anyone was coming for her husband or her, but still, Nyah is like her daughter. And in her haste to find LaNyah something to be in control of and help her build a career, Ashley never considered how Nyah working under her husband could lead to such a moment.
Alex looks over at Ashley and grabs her hand, kissing it. “Stop beating yourself up. You could not have known this was gonna happen. We didn’t know McCoy had a twin who would seek vengeance for his death. There is nothing that could have prepared us for any of this. We deal with it now, together as a team. Just like we always have, ok?” Ashley squeezes his hand in response, not trusting her voice at this point.
Kill looks out at the passing fields, controlling his breathing. Gina knows about LaNyah’s connection to Green and Bridges. What else could she know? If Gina is thorough enough to uncover his identity and know that he was involved compared to the rest of the team, then she knows he was the one who killed her brother. She is gunning for him specifically, but she wants to take everyone down – Bridges, who was her brother’s victim; her husband and protector, Green; and their ‘daughter,’ LaNyah. She is using her as bait to bring all three of them to her. No one is supposed to make it out of there alive, except for Gina and her goons.
LaNyah. How is she handling all of this? If he didn’t push her so hard, he could have been watching her like he was supposed to be. Instead, he had hoped his updates from Stacey, as infrequent as those were, would provide him with enough information to know she was doing fine and safe from harm. But this is something else altogether; she was kidnapped in broad daylight by a maniac with no regard for human life. Kill laughs to himself, just like him back then – one goal, one focus, by any means necessary. He runs his hands through his dreads, grateful that he decided to braid them back today. There is no room for any mistakes here and too many lives at risk. It’s LaNyah or bust. He’ll deal with all the other bullshit later.
Snapping his fingers, Bridges and Matt look at him. “You know you’re done, right?” Matt nods, “Good. You’ll serve time in federal prison, but at least you will be alive to meet your son and maybe save your family.”
Matt sighs, “I just wanted to provide for my family. I understand, but I am grateful to be alive.” He glances up at Green catching his eyes in the rearview mirror, “I’m sorry for everything I did to you, sir. To your business and your family, including LaNyah.” Green acknowledges his apology.
Green turns off the road into an industrial complex, leading to Gina’s warehouse. Kill slaps the back of his seat, an old signal from when Green used to drive during other missions. The mission has started, and nothing else matters until they get back into the SUV. Releasing Ashley’s hand, she watches the two of them, Killmonger and Green. The two men who saved her all those years ago are back and ready to do it all over again. She smiles to herself, and they are going to save LaNyah, too.
“You know she’s probably expecting you?” Matt says that like wasn’t the most prominent thought in all of their heads as they approach lot near the warehouse. Everyone was smart enough to keep it to themselves.
“We know.” Green declares.
“And we are ready for her.” The sound of a gun rack sliding catches Matt’s attention, and he looks over to see Kill holding a Glock.
Chapter 12
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It’s funny because I went on a first date again after a long time, thinking I could get over you. The whole time I sat there in the noisy bar listening to the music more than I was listening to my date. I really wanted to tell him to shut up or just have him see how bored I was. We all knew I was too nice to let that happen though. I sat there, listening to him ramble about how many ladies he had before and how he’s such a smooth talker. I couldn’t keep you off my mind no matter how hard I tried. I had flashbacks to when we played pool and how you had so much fun ‘teaching’ me how to play. I caught myself drifting away, zoning out, while he spoke.
“Am I boring you?” He caught me. Crap.
“Nah, I’m just thinking about all the times I brought other guys here for our first date,” I let out a nervous laugh, thinking why the hell I said those words to him.
“I’m going to go outside for a smoke,” I tried changing the subject.
“I can come with… if you want,” he suggests, half-heartedly.
“I really don’t care if you want, that’s fine,” I was trying so hard not to sound so harsh.
We stood outside talking and you came up. I told him about my best friend who unknowingly broke my heart. My best friend that tried to leave me way much earlier than we expected. My date stood there, swaying. He was already drunk but I was there trying to get him to understand that he didn’t compare even the slightest. He inched closer and closer to me on the sidewalk and I wondered if he noticed how I kept backing away from him. Distancing myself. I just wanted to get drunk at that point, honestly.
We went back inside the bar and I went to the bartender to get another beer. I ordered my date and I another shot. Jameson, the only whiskey I could drink like water because of our late night hangs. I took the drinks back to our table and he took them right away, telling me he was having fun. He inched closer to me again and I let him put his arm around me. I kept peering over to our usual table in the corner and tried to stay present in our conversation.
“So, after this,” He comes closer to me, trying to whisper into my ear, “did you want to go back to my place?”
I wince at the question and try not to laugh.
“I think I’m going to go home,” I tried explaining that I needed to wake up early for work. We both knew I was lying because I told him earlier that night that I didn’t have plans the next day. I downed my shot and beer and motioned that we should go outside to the patio. I couldn’t keep looking at that same old corner and at that damned pool table.
The thing is, no matter how clouded my mind was with drugs or alcohol. My mind always found a way back to you. The last night we spent together always plays in my head. Replaying those delicious moments, those sweet words. How we both laughed when something we both said resonated with an inside joke we shared.
“Let me be a man!” you yelled in a joking manner.
I could never keep a straight face around you. Always joking or talking mad shit to each other. I never knew what people meant when they said that their best love was a best friend. I always thought it would be awkward to try to change that into a relationship. But I get it now, I get it. After all this time, it’s you who fills my head. Our memories.
I recently came across this video from my deep files on my hard drive. It was a video of us from the first time we hung out. It was one of those silly videos that was initially supposed to be a photo and we’re giggling and saying hi to the camera. I remember my boyfriend at that time was so jealous because he said you were only hanging out with me to hit it. I remember laughing because we didn’t even know each other that well but we didn’t know that was the start of our never-ending friendship. We were inseparable and all my friends kept asking if you were my boyfriend when I was still clearly with the other guy.
Everyone told me that we were going to end up together and I never saw it. It wasn’t until that last weekend together. Everyone gushed over how we completed one another. How quiet we were when we weren’t together. It still makes me giggle because we were really that in-sync. The way the party started when we met up. Making everyone laugh with our jokes and roasting each other. I saw the sparkle we each had that everyone was talking about. It made me roll my eyes at how similar we were. Then I remember Doreen’s words.
“Me and Jay are best friends,” she told me one day, “you two are something else. Y’all are best friends but not how me and him are. You’re on a whole different level than all of us.” She really knew what she was talking about.
The date was coming to an end and I was sitting outside smoking cigarettes with what's-his-face rambling again about some adult film star that he was talking to. We laughed about how she was trying to charge him for every message and every phone call. I almost believed him, but to be honest, I really thought he paid her for all those texts and video calls. He would never admit it to me. He really is a nice guy, we’d known each other for at least six years. Maybe more. He was my supervisor at a warehouse job I had back in the day and we clicked. I honestly only ever saw him as a friend, probably the reason why I wasn’t taking this date seriously. I couldn’t. He just kept talking and talking about how great of a guy he was and what a catch he is. I mean, I guess he was. He wasn’t my type. I, however, liked guys who didn’t show any interest in me. That was my toxic trait.
He asked me the dread question once again. And again, I couldn’t hide my face, which showed him how I felt about going back to his place.
“If you don’t want to just say that,” he stated, kind of annoyed.
I noticed the more he drank the more controlling he was getting. Every time I tried talking to other people I recognized he would pull me by my arm or the back of my shirt. I looked at him with an expression as to say are you fucking kidding me? Or wrong bitch, man. He didn’t get it though, or maybe he did but chose not to address it.
We were in the parking lot now and we were deciding on how we were going to get home. He suggested we take an Uber to his house first so in case I changed my mind we could end the ride there. Very doubtful, my guy. Someone then poked me on the shoulder. I turned to see a familiar face. It was my ex-boyfriend and his awesome new girlfriend. I hugged them both and that didn’t rub my date very well. I tried introducing them but he was too busy trying to order the Uber. We all caught up with each other and I gave them some smokes. We stood there laughing about the last time we saw each other.
That was probably the last thing I remembered.
Me and my date did spend the night with each other. But the only thing on my mind was you. The last night I spent with you really did something to me. You did something to me. I can’t even enjoy a date without you entering my mind. I honestly remember getting slightly annoyed with you and the hold you so obviously had on me. I remember when I would go out and just be a serial flirt. Now I have flashbacks to how you used to touch me, how soft and delicate you were with me. How every time you said my name I would get weak. I loved how you treated me, like I wasn’t just some damaged thing. You really are my best friend. You ran your hands through my hair, and asked what was on my mind. You knew how to take care of me better than anyone I had ever known. I don’t think you know how much I tried to leave you. I tried so many times. Now it’s just me missing the hell out of you and countless nights crying myself to sleep. I need you so much but I’m scared to see you because I’m scared of the way I would break down. That’s why I choose to write you letters rather than visiting in person or phone calls. The sound of your voice alone would simply be too much. All I know is that you’re really the only person I would settle for. The only person who sees the real me and knows I’m enough. For me, it’s you. It’s always going to be you.
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business (yandere x reader) Prologue
warnings: swearing, ageplaying, obsession, unhealthy relationships
(A/N: dear gosh this writing I will admit is definitely not my best, but I still like the humor I started out with in this story. but here we go)
The heavy aura of flower perfume filled the office room making it feel like an over stuffed oven. The lights that lined on the ceiling were bright and blinding and if one would look too long their vision would be effected by the lights. The air conditioning wasn’t working so the smell of someone’s perfume was sticking around in an unwanted way. The sound of people occasionally clicking their mouses and someone sighing in annoyance about something was heard.
But then suddenly- there was a loud shout.
“Oh I can’t do this!” A young male shouted from somewhere before he leapt to his feet revealing his head a couple of cubicles away. But only his head was visible. Not any other part of his body was seen. Just his head.
“I can’t go on pretending!” He continued to proclaim my it’s his head bopping to his words like some kind of desk you.
“I love you, Stevie! Not Daniela! Only you!”
A couple of workers had stopped doing whatever they were doing to look at the male with a sort of what the fuck expression. A few began to mumble saying that he had clearly lost it.
But then after just a few moments from his proclamation of love, a gasp- that was somehow high pitched- was heard before another head popped up. But this time it was just the top of the head, not the whole head.
This was the woman Stevie- who’s real name was Stephanie and no one knows why she insists on Stevie- and she was probably staring at Issac with a mixture of Disney Princess and wide eyed doe.
“Do you really mean it, Issac?” She asked with a southern draw that made her ‘you’ sound like ‘ya’ and she empathized on ‘mean.’ But her southern voice came out squeaky as she attempted to raise her voice.
“I mean it!” He shouted at the top of his lungs to her while extending his arms like some kind of pelican about to take flight. And as soon as his wondrous words met her ears, Stevie let out a squeal and the unfortunate people who were just trying to do their job plugged their ears.
Almost like magic was suddenly existing in our world, both of them dashed out from their cubicles at the same time. Then they were galloping towards each other. The ones that were able to watch the spectacle or were awake enough held their breaths as they waited for a collision similar to what would happen in a jousting match. But whether it be pure luck or- and I’m not going to say it was aliens- aliens, he hooked his arms around her waist and she threw her arms around his neck somehow at the same time. Then they were kissing in such a way that made the strong perfume smell be suddenly pleasant rather than overbearing. Music was dancing around them as they started to move their mouths in sync.
Well actually the air conditioning turned on and someone’s phone was running a Backstreet Boy’s song.
But of all the cubicles they could have stopped and collided with each other at... they stopped at yours. You. A smile woman working in this office. You were the unfortunate one who had to watch and hear all of their lip smacking and sounds that were like those times you have a shake and just can’t seem to get the ice cream out. You were the one who had to just sit there and watch all of this. You sighed and rubbed your temples while turning back to the screen. You were trying to get work done- trying. It was kind of hard with the moans that Stevie was making at the moment.
You seriously needed some ear plugs just to get your damn articule done. See you were a journalist for the Sharzet (odd name right?), an online newspaper that mostly targeted young adults and older teens while occasionally there would be a few articles aimed for an older generation. You were at the young and ripe and still nervous age of twenty- three so you didn’t consider yourself old... yet.
You had taken English as your major in college just to be a writer. You were ready to pour your heart out into a story and give it your all yet... it never came. So you decided to use your writing skills and grammar skills to use and apply for a job at the Sharzet. Surprisedly, you got the job and to be honest it wasn’t that bad. Sure you did have to do some late night editing when you would rather watch bad auditions on YouTube, but for the most part it wasn’t so bad. It had good pay and mostly nice people who were just trying to move along in life, same as you.
Mostly. Besides the couple that were still somehow making out.
God don’t they need to breathe?
Like get some air in those lungs?
Well the only air coming out was them moaning so maybe that’s how they were breathing.
But honestly couldn’t they even get a room? Jeez.
Sighing, you rolled your eyes and pulled your hair over to one shoulder. You were just trying to get this articule done now. You could always go home, but... wait. Why should there be a but? Technically as long as you get the articule done, you can work wherever. You generally liked working in the office since it would keep your mind focused.
But since those two clearly weren’t letting up anytime soon... maybe you should go home?
Yeah... that sounded much more promising than hearing the remaking of Bonnie and Clyde right by you.
You shut down your laptop and closed it before placing it in your bag and standing up from the rolling chair. You stretched out your back with a satisfying pop before you pushed in the chair til it was underneath the desk. There we go. You pushed some of your hair from off of your forehead before exiting the cubicle while swerving around the pair as if they contained the Black Plague. And in your opinion- they were.
You started walking down the small hallway with the walls of cubicles. But you didn’t get more then a foot away from yours when you decided to stop in front of Ben’s cubicle. Now Ben was one of your work friends that you actually became close to. You and him hanged out multiple times during the week whether that would be going to lunch together or watching movies or going to the library since Ben just loved fantasy- and get this- romances that are set in the 1800s. Yes. I know.
But he was a total sweetheart and would probably be the best boyfriend and husband to whomever got him.
You cleared your throat to alert the dark skinned male of your presence as his back was hunched over a computer. Then he immediately straightened up and looked at you. And his signature, golden retriever smile came onto his face showing his white teeth that happened to look whiter against his skin. His sort of rosey cheeks also had freckles on them.
“Oh hey, (Y/n).” He said as his dark brown eyes just seemed to brighten at seeing you standing there.
“Hey. I’m gonna finish up at my house. So if boss asks just tell her I went home.” You told him as you slightly adjusted the bag containing your computer on your shoulder. It was actually an old beach bag of yours that you bought to go to the beach... but you never really did. So it was just... your computer bag.
“You’re leaving?” He asked as his thin eyebrows rose at hearing your words. Then he checked the leather watch on his right wrist. “But it’s not even four.”
“Yeah I know. But I would rather work at home then here with the remarking of Fifty Shades.” You said in a sort of dry tone as honestly you were all there for love and everything, but come on.
That doesn’t mean you have to make out in your own fucking work place.
“What?” Ben asked confused and you just simply pointed down to the couple who... ooooh. Boss caught them and she just looked so done.
And you didn’t really feel like explaining the whole deal to mister tune out here so you just said, “See ya tomorrow.” And just yeeted yourself out of there. You were tired. But yet... you just needed coffee. Or oooh. A coffee nap.
Like where you drink coffee and then go to sleep and then the coffee wakes you up? Yesss.
Well you did that once and you didn’t wake up until two hours later so maybe it wasn’t the best thing to do.
As soon as you walked out of the building, you were hit in the face with a sudden mixture of both windy whoosh and rainy slap. You blinked a few times before you wiped your face off from the rain slap you just got. Ugh. Windy rain. The worst rain. But hey. Raining and stormy weather is the best writing weather. Or at least that’s what someone on Tumblr said. You dodged a couple of people walking down the sidewalk. Since the headquarters of the magazine you worked for lived in a rather populous city, you decided to just move here and get an apartment instead of making an forty- five minute drive each day. And the apartment you lived in was kind of nice as well for the low rent you paid for it. It was your home at the moment. And it felt nice to have a home.
But your thoughts were sudden kicked out of the window of your mind when you turned around a building and- bam! A new wall!
Your hand reached out to grab onto something as you stumbled backwards. It happened all so fast. But then someone’s hand reached out and grabbed onto yours. You were suddenly stopped in mid fall while having yourself in a 50 degree angle. What.
Then you noticed the pale hand clasped around your own before your eyes snapped up towards the male. And standing there was a man in maybe late forties or fifties with the most greenish eyes you have ever seen. There were pure green. You blinked a few times as you found myself now standing upright. You looked down at your feet to make sure everything was all right, but huh wow uh... this guy was strong.
“Uh thank you sir.” You nodded towards the brunet with graying temples and who was still holding your hand. You awkwardly looked back up at the male only to see he was staring intently down at you. Uh.... weird.
Then once his green eyes met your (e/c), he snapped out of it.
“No problem.” He said curtly as he just let your hand drop. Wow okay.
Then before you could even say anything else- he just steered himself around you like you were just an obstacle. You glanced over your shoulder to see him confidently striding off. Huh.
That was... weird to say the least.
But eh. There were weird people in your city and that guy probably was no exception.
Oh how wrong you were.
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Could it Hurt ( Just Practice)
Prompt: Y/N wants to be in a more romantic relationship with Harry. Does Harry feel the same towards her?
Pairing: Harry x Reader
Warnings: Smut!!!, Fluff, angst
Word Count: 10k+
A/N: It’s really been four months huh? That fucking long! I started writing this in the month of May and I finally finished it today! Hope you enjoy reading this!
Feedback is much appreciated! You can come talk to me about it here!
Much Love!!!❤💞💖💕✨ -Ani
You were just ready to leave. Your shift already went two hours too late and now you were waiting to close up the little candle shop. A small family made it their decision to come fifteen minutes before closing time but you weren't going to drag them out of the little shop.
You looked through your phone as if the time would magically start ticking faster but that wasn't the case. You sipped the remaining water in your water bottle and just waited for the family to finally make their decision on what candle they were going to buy.
The family finally walked up to the register as you rang them up, you wished them a wonderful evening and they were out with jubilant smiles. You walked towards the aisles filled with candles and made sure they were put where they should be and brought out the broom to clean away any dust that accumulated throughout the day.
You closed up the shop and waited for your ride to pick you up. You were hesitant in having Harry to come and pick you up since he lived half an hour from the candle shop and compared to you you lived about three blocks from the shop, but each time you would tell Harry that he didn’t have to, he always insisted picking you up everyday.
So you waited for Harry to arrive as you stayed inside of the little candle shop. You looked through your phone and clutched the little brown bag that had two candles that you purchased. One you were going to keep in the kitchen and the other candle you were going to give Harry, hopefully he takes it because he took your favorite candle from your apartment. Guess you couldn’t blame him, you were obviously not mad at him so you made sure to buy him one every two months.
You heard a car honk from outside and you smiled once you noticed it was Harry outside waiting for you.
He opened the door for you and you entered inside but before you could put on your seatbelt Harry leaned over to your side and gave your cheek a peck.
“Hello there, love.” He said as he pulled away and stared at your eyes.
“Hey Harry. How was everything?” You asked as you started to buckle up.
“Good. And you?”
“Great.” You nodded.
“Home?”
“Yes.” You simply responded as you smiled at him and he returned the smile. He changed the gear and started to drive along the road leading to your home.
**//**
“Bub! Did you want the crust?” Harry yelled from the kitchen as you were in the bathroom changing into your pajamas.
“The whole slice Harry!” You pulled up the sweatpants that Harry left here once that you never actually returned back to him, but you kept them because there were so comfortable.
“Alright, I’ll take the crust too!” Harry yelled again as he had a smirk on his face.
“Harry!” You exclaimed as you ran out of the bathroom as you tried to not bump into anything on the hallway.
Harry turned around once you made it into the kitchen and grabbed a slice of pizza from the box.
“You know I was kidding, right?”
“Were you really?”
“Maybe.” He smirked down at you as you rolled your eyes at him and lightly punched him on the arm.
You would be lying if you said you hated having Harry here in your apartment. You would be lying if you told yourself that you never wanted to kiss his lips, or that you would be lying to yourself if you never wanted to love him in a romantic way. You knew you were lying to yourself, but you wished it was true for a moment, you really wished that you never started to love him more than just a friend.
“What’s that little mind of yours thinkin, love?” Harry whispered as he twirled a strand of your hair in his fingers.
You looked up at him and smiled, as you leaned forward and wiped his mouth clean with your napkin.
“Nothing. M’jus’ tired.” You lied, as Harry looked at you and kissed your forehead.
“Aww my little love’s all tired and woozy.” He giggled as he poked your nose, and then took another big bite of his pizza.
“Yes.” You smiled lazily.
“Mhm, come here then.” Harry encouraged, as he walked towards the couch and covered himself with a blanket. That couch and blanket and him looked comfortable to snuggle and fall asleep for a couple of minutes.
So you walked to him and sat next to him as you lean your head onto his shoulder. You breathed that familiar scent of Harry that you loved.
Both of you sat there watching the movie as Harry kept munching on his slice of pizza as you just kept dozing off with every passing second.
**//**
Harry sat there and stared down at his folded hands on his lap.
You both sat there in silence watching The Lion King.
You tried to focus on the television, but it was just too hard to not look at Harry. Watching him sing along to the songs in the movie and it was too hard to miss those little moments that he would smile as his dimples would show up.
It was hard. It was so bloody difficult keeping your eyes on the screen and not scoot closer to Harry. It was hard not to sing along to the songs in the movie. It was so hard to confess what you had locked up in your head all these years. Why was it so hard to confess? Why was it difficult trying to change? Why does change hurt so much?
You had no idea, but you hated change, so you're better off keeping those expressionless feelings in your head.
**//**
"Think I'm going to head out, love." Harry said, as he got up from the couch to throw away his paper plate.
You saw him in the kitchen as you stayed put on the couch. You grabbed your plate and your cup on the coffee table.
You walked the short trip to the kitchen and entered the still silent atmosphere. It felt awkward and funny, because you and Harry were always talking to each other, but somehow tonight wasn't one of those gleeful nights. It felt different, so you did the first move and talked.
"Harry take these extra slices of pizza, yeah?" You told him. You wanted to smack your face, but at least it disturbed the awkward silence.
"Uh- sure." He simply answered, as he took the extra slices you handed him.
He put the slices of pizza on a paper plate and covered the cold food with aluminum foil.
"Alright love, I'ma head out now." Harry said, he stood in front of you and caressed your cheek. He stared into your bloodshot eyes as you couldn't control the yawn that left from your mouth.
"Promise me you'll get some rest, yeah?" Harry asked you. He wrapped his arms around your frame and kissed the top of your head.
"I promise Harry." Your muffled voice answered. You inhaled his scent and tightened the embrace. You never wanted to let go of him, you wished you both could stay like this, but some things just never last.
"Love you Y/N. I'll text you when I get home." Harry smiled as he cupped both of your cheeks.
You reached up and pecked his cheek. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, but you stopped them from falling down your cheeks.
"I love you, Harry. Drive safely, bub." You whispered. Harry smiled down at you and zipped up his jacket and walked towards the door.
He opened the door and looked behind and saw your beautiful face that he wished he could wake up to every morning, but like it was said before, things are just hard to change.
You were smiling and he smiled back. He waved goodbye and you returned the gesture.
He was already far into the hallway.
The next day was like a normal regular day. It was Thursday so you had to pick up Harry and take him to work. It was always like this from the first time you and Harry got your first jobs. Harry would take you to work and you would take him to work. This gave you the time to chat and hang out after long shifts.
As you waited for Harry to come out of the apartment complex, you sit in your car and mumbled to the song lyrics to your favorite song. You tapped the steering wheel being in sync with the beat of the song. You replaced the mumbling with your singing voice and began dancing in place. You were in your little world right now. You didn’t remember closing your eyes, so you open them and see someone in your eye peripherals. How long was Harry standing there?
You unlock the doors and Harry sits down, a smirk on his face as he was ready to chuckle at what he just witnessed.
“You were dancin?” Harry asked. Amusement present in his features as you switched gears and started driving along the street.
“Yes. It was rather fun in my opinion.” You defend, as you peaked to look at Harry.
“Loved your dance moves, love. Wish I could have joined in.” Harry says as he puts bluetooth on his phone.
You smile at the song he put on. A song that you both loved listening to.
**//**
After dropping Harry off at the record store you drove to the candle shop.
Once you arrived to the candle shop you unlocked the shop and you were ready for the customers to come by so they could look around.
You sat at the counter where the cash register and where the mini candles were displayed. You sat there patiently as you tried to ignore the clock, but couldn’t since it was hung above the doorway of the little shop. An hour, then two hours, and the shop was still silent with no one to fill its presence.
So you stayed in the little shop alone as you twiddled with your fingers trying to distract yourself, but continually failed.
"Hi Y/N. Anyone come by yet?" Charlie, the owner of the candle shop. A nice old lady that you came to love.
"Not yet Charlie. It's been boring the past two hours. You're late by the way." You acknowledged, as the old lady just smiled.
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry about that, but I was caught up in traffic." The woman said as she slowly walked towards the back room.
"Here, let me help you Charlie." You let Charlie hook her arm with yours as you guided her to the back room. You looked down to see her face as she looked sad.
Shit. You hoped she didn't take your acknowledgement serious of her being late.
"Uh, Charlie. I apologize for snapping at you for being late. It was inappropriate of me to tell you that." You said, as you hoped Charlie would forgive you.
The elderly woman just smiled at you as you mimicked the smile.
"Oh my dear, it's okay. Someone has to remind me to wake up earlier. Shit, I should be telling you that, but I don't because you're the one that opens up this shop and closes it every evening. You're the one that does most of the things here. You never offended me, dear, you don't have nothing to apologize for." Charlie confessed. Her blue eyes looking straight up at you. Her eyes holding that familiar love and sweetness to them.
"Oh Charlie. I really felt like shit when I said that. I'm sorry." You muttered. Charlie just embraced you and kept you in her arms for a good two minutes or maybe longer. It felt like thirty minutes.
"It's okay, honey." Charlie rubbed your back as you let out tears. "Y/N? Honey, I told you you didn't have nothing to apologize for anything." Charlie soothed, but you kept crying.
"No, it's- it's jus-, I can't tell him. I- I'm, shit, I didn't mean to cry over something." You cried as you pulled away and rubbed your eyes.
"What're you talking about, honey?"
"I don't know if I should tell him. What if it messes everything up? What if he doesn't feel the same?" You asked as Charlie just stared at you confused.
"A boy? Is this that Harold boy you bring here sometimes."
"It's Harry, Charlie." You corrected her.
"You sure? He told me it was Harold."
"F'course he did." You chuckled while still wiping away your tear stained cheeks with a tissue.
"Look honey. I don't know how long you two have known each other, but I do know this. I have never seen a man in love look at someone as if they've been a couple for years. I've never seen someone look at a person so much love in their eyes and their cheeks turning red whenever that person would compliment them. He adores you Y/N, he really does." Charlie smiled. A genuine smile that made you smile back at her.
Was she right? Does Harry really love you back in that way? Have you really not noticed all those times? All those times that he almost leaned in too close, but every time he did he would lean away.
"I don't know. You think he does?" You asked.
"Worth a shot." Charlie whispered as she hugged you again. She gave your shoulder a pat and she walked away from you and entered into her little office.
You stood standing in that little space and played with the tissue in your hands. You had to do it. You have to tell him how you feel, because if you were to wait longer, then maybe it would be too late. Could it hurt though?
**//**
After your talk with Charlie you came into terms with yourself that you were going to tell him how you felt. You didn't know if you wanted to tell him today or next month, but you were willing to tell sooner than later.
Your shift was on the verge to end as two customers came in the little shop. They looked around for a bit and made up their minds on what they were going to buy. Once the transaction was done you greeted them goodbye as the customers left with bright smiles.
"Darling, can you close up the shop please?" Charlie's voice came from the backroom.
"Right now? We close in an hour." You replied, confused as to why Charlie wanted you close up the shop so early.
"It's my grandson's birthday today and they're celebrating it today. Plus, gives you time to think about the Harold boy." Charlie added as you just smiled at her as your cheeks turned pink.
"It's Harry."
"Same thing." Charlie smiles.
You scoff at her and give her a smile. You walk towards the entryway to lock it.
Now you just had to leave the candle shop and drive to the record store to pick up Harry.
**//**
Harry was busying himself putting back records on their specific shelf and putting retail prices on record players and stereos.
You were on your way to the record shop, a coffee in each hand and a couple of croissants that you kept in it's little to-go bag.
"Harry?" You called from the door. You heard slight footsteps come from the back as you put the coffee cups down on the counter.
"Y/N? Hey bub what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to come by and say hi. My shift ended an hour ago."
Harry smiled as he walked himself towards the register and grabbed all of the receipts.
"Alright love. Jus' let me do something real quick and then we can leave, yeah?" Harry said as he walked towards the backroom and grabbed his jacket.
"Ready?" He asked once he stepped into the room.
"Always." You replied as you grabbed his hand in yours and both of you walked out of the record shop.
As Harry finished locking up the record shop you and Harry both got in your car. You drove away from the record shop as your next destination was Harry’s apartment. You wanted to peek a couple times to look at him, but since you were the one that was driving you had to focus your attention on the road.
**//**
"I hate this movie." You said as you swallowed down left-over food that Harry had in his fridge.
"I thought you loved it?" Harry asked behind you, a plate in his hand.
"Exactly. 'Loved'. You know when you watch too much of your favorite movie you start hating it more and more?"
Harry shook his head not looking over at you as he made himself comfortable on the couch his focus on the screen.
"Well this is one of those movies." You elaborated as you looked at the screen with slight disgust.
"You really hate it that much huh?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Harry said. He turned off the television and looked over at you. "What do you want to watch?"
"Titanic?"
"Again?" Harry complained.
"You asked. I'm just answering." You giggled as Harry smiled at you and ran his hand over your cheek.
"You make me happy sometimes love. Thank you for that." He mused as he kissed your cheek.
"Harry! Stop it! You're gonna get makeup on your lips?"
"And what's wrong with that?" He smirked.
"You want the taste of foundation on your lips?"
"Maybe," Harry teased as he tickled your neck and sides. "That doesn't bother me love." His touch was soft on your skin. Everytime he would tickle you and kiss you on the cheek you were flustered and you adored his touch and his lips on your cheek. You really wished you could tell him that you wanted to be with him but would it be worth it? Would it be worth it to lose a friendship that you both had over a decade? Would it be worth losing a friend but gaining a lover?
“Harry, stop. Stop bub!” You screeched as his fingers continued to tickle your sides.
"I love you darlin'." Harry murmured once he stopped tickling your sides.
You smiled up at him as he leaned down and kissed your neck.
This is it! Tell him already!
"I love you too Harry." You replied back. Your hands were holding his as you kept rethinking if you really wanted to tell him right now, but why would you ask him of this knowing well that this would destroy your friendship. You both loved each other as long time friends and you both adored being in each other's company, so why not go for it?
But you had no clue that Harry was thinking the same thing. He's been wanting to ask you for so long now, he wants more, he wants you. So instead of opening his mouth again he hugged you tightly against him. Your back comforting his chest and smelling that familiar scent he became so accustomed to.
**//**
After finishing watching Titanic, you and Harry were both asleep in each others arms, but you woke up before you could get into a deep sleep. You unravel your arms from hugging Harry’s torso and smiled as you stared at his sleeping form. You kissed his forehead and walked towards the door where your shoes and jacket were at. You were almost done tying your right shoe when you heard Harry shuffle in his sleep as he was searching for your body, but since he didn't feel you near him he woke up right away.
"Y/N?" He rasped as he turned his head back and gazed over at you.
"Hi, Harry." You smiled.
"Bub? Where you goin'?" He rasped. A hand running down his face.
"It's getting late darling. I'm gonna head home." You say as a smile falters from your face. You really wanted to tell him.
Harry abruptly got up from lying on the couch and walked towards the door and narrowed his eyes at you as if he could sense that you were serious about leaving especially at this time.
"I can drive myself, Harry. Don't worry, love." You tried to reason with him as his eyes were still narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest.
"You sure, love?" He asked, his brows raised as he helped you zip up your jacket.
You nodded your head and leaned forward to kiss Harry's cheek.
"I'll text you, yeah?" Harry nodded his head and gave you an embracing hug and kissed your forehead.
"I love you, bub. Drive safely."
You smiled at him as you turned around to open the door and waved him goodbye. Harry stood there at the door as he looked behind you and made sure you made it to your car safely.
He stood at the window that overlooked the street as he stared at your moving car and let out a sigh. He looked down at his feet and ran a hand through his brown curls. The atmosphere wasn't the same without you, he stood at the window for a few minutes and reminisced the memories he's had with you, even some that he wished could happen again.
**//**
"Hey love? I'm gonna wash these dishes I'll join you in a bit!" Harry yelled as he kept his eyes on the dirty dishes in the sink.
You were in the living room as you looked through the many titles of movies but not one single movie caught your attention.
You went to sit on the couch when you heard Harry's footsteps behind you.
"Found a movie?"
"No. Do you have my copy of The Lion King?"
"Yes! I'm sorry I watched it a couple days ago."
"You didn't even invite me?" Your face fell after he told you.
"Sorry?" Harry replied.
"It's fine."
Harry sat down next to you and kissed your forehead as an nonverbal apology.
"Maybe we can watch Jurassic Park with Jeff Goldblum? How does that sound?" His eyes beaming as you smiled from the dreamy look he had.
"Forgot I even had that movie! Yes, of course, let's watch it."
The next two hours you and Harry were cuddled next to each other as you both focused on the television.
There were moments that Harry would glance down at you. Would it be weird if he confessed right now how your face changed when the action started to play? Or how he secretly admired when you struggled to pick one movie for you two to watch? Would it be weird if he confessed how much he lo-
"Why are you staring at me, bub?" You asked. Your brows furrowed and eyes heavily focused on Harry.
"You have a strand of hair in front of your eyes." Harry simply said with a nod. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you smiled and cuddled even closer to him.
You turned your head so you could land a kiss on his cheek. You were close to kissing his cheek, but Harry turned his head at the right moment as he felt your lips kiss the corner of his lips.
His cheeks turned pink he just knew it because he felt a heat wave strike his cheeks and he just wanted to disappear from there.
And that's exactly what he did. He said goodbye to you and left before you could get up to give him a hug.
**//**
The weekend was lonely and boring. You spent most of the morning in your apartment watching reruns of your favorite t.v. shows. Even though they were supposed to be entertaining, but you were off from being entertained. You sat on the couch bored so what you did was get up from the couch and turn off the television and ran towards your room.
There you put on a comfortable sweatshirt and put on some sweatpants since you were wearing shorts. You fixed your hair and put it up in a ponytail. You were ready to head out.
**//**
You sat in your car and looked up at the apartment complex. Should you go in or just drive back to your apartment.
No. You were going in. You weren’t going to ignore these feelings that you had locked in you. You were ready to tell him right now, even if it would destroy the friendship you had to be honest for once. This could be the only chance anyway.
You walked through the hallway that Harry’s door was in. Once you were face to face with the door your hand was in a tight fist. You raised it and knocked on the door. Your cheeks began to reddenned, your palms began to sweat, and your heart began thumping rapidly.
The door finally opened. Harry revealed himself behind the door and his face looked surprised, but there was a sign of happiness behind his features.
“Love! What are you doin’ here? Thought you were taking a self-care day.” Harry reminded.
“Yeah. I got bored while doing so… so here I am.” You beamed as Harry had a cute smile on his face. Dimples showing and the corners of his eyes crinkled.
“Well come in, bub. Let me feed you, yeah? You hungry?”
You hum in response once you enter the little apartment and inhale the air. Did he make Lasagna?
“Did you make Lasagna?” You asked as Harry smiled as he looked through the cupboards grabbing a plate.
“Yeah. Felt a little ambitious today.” He smirked. He cut a piece of Lasagna and set it on the plate as you sat near the kitchen island.
“Thank you, Harry.”
“Of course, bub.” He kissed your cheek as you blushed like crazy.
You ate in silence as Harry was beside you sitting on the other chair. Harry was drinking a glass of water as you continued eating. There was so much silence.
"Harry." You say, interrupting the silence.
"Yeah?" Harry looked over at you now. His eyes beaming and his smile present.
God, he looked so fucking beautiful.
"Can I tell you something?" You asked him as you shuffled your body to completely face him.
His face was calm. A smile was on his face his full attention on you.
“Can you… shit.” You sighed as you looked down your brows furrowed.”
“I’m pretty sure everyone can shit, Y/N.” Harry laughed. He glanced back at you seeing how distressed you were. “What is it, bub?” Harry’s face softened as he tried to grab one of your hands.
“It’s just-,”
“Just what?”
"Do you ever get that familiar feeling in your heart and stomach."
"What feeling?" He asks.
"You know, that little spark in your heart and stomach."
"I don't know what you me-," Harry says not finishing.
"The one I'm feeling right now." You confess as you stare up at Harry’s eyes, his face perplexed from what you just said.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
You stared up at his emerald eyes as you looked back down at your folded hands on your lap. Here it goes.
“I love you, Harry. I really fucking love you so much.” You confessed to him.
“I love you too, bub.” Harry smiled as he caressed your cheek.
“No, what I mean is that I love you more than a friend. I- I want to be with you Harry.”
Harry looked away, his hand that was on your cheek slowly lifted away from your face. He looked down at his lap, his eyes were closed and his hands were on his head.
“Look, I know this might change everything, but I have been wanting to tell you this, Harry. I have been having these feelings for you over these past few years, but I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
You glanced over at Harry as he walked to the couch and sat down. He didn’t say anything and by the quietness of his change of demeanor you felt like you broke something.
You messed up. You knew it was risky to tell him and you knew that it would potentially ruin your friendship with him, so why tell? Why would you tell him if you knew what the consequences were going to be in the future? Part of you thought that maybe just maybe he probably felt the same way towards you and that it wasn't just you having these feelings.
You loved him so much you couldn't even explain how much you loved him. As for Harry, Harry loves you so much too. He has been loving you since the two decades you both have known each other. He has loved you since the day you gave him a banana as a present for Christmas one year. He has loved you all those years you made him smile and laugh. He has loved you for so long, but he just didn't have the guts to tell you how he really felt about you.
Harry lets out a breath that he didn't even realize he was holding. He pats the couch cushion telling you to come and sit down next to him.
You sat next to him as he turned his head to look at you. His eyes held a different feeling and his brows furrowed.
“I love you too, Y/N." Harry said as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. "I've also been wanting to tell you that I wanted this to be more serious. I wanted to ask you if you could be my girl. There were so many times I wanted to ask you and I just couldn't because I was afraid of what would happen after." Harry confessed as his eyes averted from you and down at his hands on his knees.
You didn’t speak. How could you speak? You were speechless the entire time while listening to Harry also confess to you how he felt towards you. You were shocked.
“This is going to change everything, Harry.”
Harry scoots closer to you on the couch as you stare deep into his green eyes.
“I know it will, but I would love for it to change. And sometimes love comes in surprise, I just wish it wasn’t so fucking difficult to confess to that person how much they matter to you and how much you love them.” Harry smiled as he held your smaller hands in his big ones.
You sat there trying to figure out what else you wanted to tell him. You wished you could be the first to kiss him, but Harry beat you to it.
He leaned in, his hands cupping tour cheeks. Your eyes staring up at his green orbs. His brows furrowed but once he closed his eyes his face softened as he kissed your lips.
You dug your hands in his brown curls. You pushed his head closer to your face as you wanted to intense the kiss. He moaned when you started pulling on his hair.
Harry held onto your waist as he scooted you closer to him and brought you on top of his lap. He roamed down your body as you shivered each time his fingers would slowly caress your skin. His hands ran down your arms and yours were still stuck in his curls. He separated himself from you as you pouted from getting disconnected from him. He smiled and caressed your cheek as you leaned into his touch.
“You really want this?” He asks. His left hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Do you want this right now?” He asked again, as he stared down at your lips.
You wanted to answer. God knew how much you wanted to answer yes, and so that is what you did. You answered him as you were tugging on the hem of his shirt. He looked down at your actions as you finally leaned close to his left ear and whispered.
“Yes.” You muttered out.
Harry let you pull up his shirt. His shirt was off and you right away run your hands over his chest, his stomach and kissing the many tattoos that he had on his torso. You kissed the crook of his neck as he moaned and stopped your actions when he had one arm under your butt as he scooted to the edge of the couch and stood up, he helped you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked towards his bedroom.
This was it. You were going to lose your virginity to the man that you have loved for over two decades. You were ready to lose something that you knew eventually you were going to lose. You were ready to see where this next chapter of your life takes you, but you aren’t going to be afraid of it, because Harry is going to be there to guide you through it.
Harry let you sit down on his bed as he walked towards his bathroom and grabbed a little foil package. He walked towards you slowly as he was waiting for you to tell him if it was actually okay that you wanted this.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry asked you. He was on his knees in front of you as you nodded and tried to ignore his intense green eyes. Damn, his eyes are so dark than their usual light green shade.
“I’ve-- I’ve never had sex before, Harry.” You told him as he immediately looked into your eyes.
He held your hands, “Bub.” He sighed out, his head down facing the floor. “Do you want this? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can jus’-”
“I want this. I really do Harry, I want you.” You answered, your voice slightly quiet and shaky. You were nervous, but you were ready to make love with Harry.
Harry was the first to initiate. He leaned forward as he cupped your cheeks and ran his index finger along your cheek. He smiled for a second and went back to having his brows furrowed in concentration as if he was feeling your skin for the first time. He kept running his fingers along your cheeks as you became impatient, you were becoming selfish you wanted to feel his hands everywhere on your body, but you were being patient for now.
Harry then stopped stroking your cheeks and went in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You ran your hands through his messy brown curls as he moaned in your mouth as he began wrapping his arms around your body. Your kisses were causing Harry to feel overwhelmed in a good way, he wanted it now, he wanted you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss as you fell on the bed and kept him closer to you. You left small kisses trailing down his jawline and began softly biting his ear as he stared down at you with a menacing look. His stare concentrated on you as he then ran his hands under your sweatshirt giving you shivers from the cold feeling of his rings. He unhooked your bra and asked for your permission just by looking at your shining eyes of desire. Harry didn’t hesitate and pulled the shirt off of you as you quickly removed the straps from your shoulders and threw the bra elsewhere.
Harry’s breathing became ragged and yours the same. He brought you even closer which sounded impossible but he kept you close as he wrapped one arm around your body as you lay beneath him. He slightly got up and carried you for a bit so you could rest your head on the pillows better. He was at the foot of the bed and started landing kisses on your stomach and trailing up towards your breasts. He sucked on your left nipple then pecked it and sucked on your other nipple giving it the same attention.
You kissed his neck as he started to smile as it tickled him a bit, but a moan escaped his pink lips when you bit his ear lobe again, you smiled and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck.
“Harry-,” You breathed as he looked up at you with those beautiful green eyes of his.
“Yes, bub?”
“Please?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I need you, please.”
“Soon, pet. Soon.” He purred close to your ear.
He teased your skin by landing kisses everywhere on your tummy and sucking on your nipples. He moved his relentless mouth to yours and kissed you passionately as his hand was buried in your hair. You tried to land kisses on his neck but he went back down. He looked up at you as if asking for your permission you replied with a bite of your lip as he resumed back to sliding your sweatpants off you. He threw them across the room and cupped your private. He kissed along the skin of your inner thighs and separated your legs so he could continue caressing your core and kissing your skin that he hasn't yet touched.
Here is where you started to pant. His mouth was doing wonders to your clit as he swiped his tongue along your sensitive bud. You scrunch up the comforter each time he hit that spot that made you a moaning mess, each lick, each time he rubbed your clit made you pull on his brown hair harder and harder as he let out a groan. Why have you missed on this for this long?
You just lay on your back as Harry continued kissing and sucking on you while you tugged on his hair and holding tightly onto his arms that were lazily on your tummy. He brought his left arm down and he inserted a finger inside of you as you were already soaking wet.
"You're so wet fo' me love" He rasped out. You looked down at him and cupped his cheek as he leaned into your touch. His eyes told you something without using his words. He stared up at your eyes and smiled for a bit then coming up to cradle your face in his hands. He leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss on your lips as you tasted yourself.
“You really want this?” He asked again close to your mouth, you felt the warm air of his mouth close to yours and cupped his cheek as you leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
“Please Harry.” Harry then kissed your forehead and went back down to your private. He stuck two fingers then three in you as he pumped softly and slowly. He then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. He got up to his knees and started to unbuckle his belt as you stopped him and motioned for him to leave it and that you were going to do it.
You obviously have never done this before but you wanted to try. So you got down on your knees on the bed as he stared down at you once you set your fingers on the leather material of his belt. You unbuckled it and unzipped his jeans and slid them off his thighs, he got off the bed and took off his jeans as he stood on the floor as you stayed on the bed your knees bent as you grabbed his prick still covered from his boxers. You slid his boxers down as his prick flinged out. He was already hard and precum already staining the pink tip. You stroked his hard prick and leaned down as you opened your mouth and took him inside. You felt his hips buckle once you licked his tip and began bobbing your head up and down as you took him all in your mouth. Harry's hands were in your hair as he tugged and tugged harder when he would feel your throat clenching around him.
"Fuck angel." He breathed as he caressed your cheek and felt a slight bump which was his cock. You took him out of your mouth and licked down his length and massaged his balls as he rolled his head back and eyes shut. His brows furrowed from the pleasure he felt and the way your hands worked their magic on his cock. How you were inexperienced but you did it just perfectly, you made him feel powerless in a good way. You made him feel good.
"Harry." You whispered as you had your hand on his shaft and looked up at his green eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Can I feel you now?" You muttered out as your cheeks started to heat up by the way Harry stared down at you.
"You want me now?" He asked a smile appearing on his beautiful face.
"Please." You mumbled as you looked down at your hand holding onto his hard prick.
Harry stared down at you. How your hair frames your face and those lips that he wanted to touch and kiss the whole night. He just really hoped that he could make you feel good tonight, that’s all he wanted for you.
He cupped your cheek and lifted your chin so you could look at him. He caressed your cheeks and kissed your lips as your tongues fought for dominance. He ran his hand through your hair as you tugged on his curls and let out a groan. Harry grabbed the foil package on the nightstand and turned around to get on the bed with you. He faced you as he ripped the little package and inserted the rubber on him. He crawled towards you as he separated your legs and inserted two fingers and pushed them inside of you as he rubbed your clit as you arched your back in ecstasy. He then removed his fingers and licked them clean before he kissed your skin of your thighs and moving up to your tummy laying small sloppy kisses on your soft skin and then kissed your forehead. He pumped himself before he was going to get inside of you.
“You’re ready, love?”
“Yes Harry.” You nodded. Your hands caressing his chest.
“Please tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t want to ruin your first time, bub.” He whispered. He pecked your nose and trailed down to your collarbone as you nodded your head in response.
Harry was lined up near your entrance. He was sucking on one of your nipples and one hand still pumping himself as he was just centimeters away from entering you. He looked up at your eyes as he finally inserted himself inside and you whimpered as soon as you feel the tip enter inside of you. You leaned forward as you pushed him down so you could feel his warm torso against yours. You kissed his collarbone and shoulders as you also dragged your nails along his back as he moaned. He held onto you tight and secure. His thrusts shaking your body physically and emotionally. His hands wandered down to your hips and then back to your flustered cheeks. His thrusts became uneven and slow as he wanted to go a bit faster but he didn't want to because he was worried that he was going to hurt you.
"Harry." You panted as he had his head hidden in the crook of your neck.
"Mhm...yeah?" He gasped out.
"Go... faster." Harry looked at you with concern in his eyes as you cupped his cheek.
"You sure?" He whispered.
"Ye- yeah." You stuttered.
Harry still had worry in his eyes but he granted your wish. He went faster and each time he thrust inside of you he went deeper as you scrunched up the comforter and your back arching each time he pushed and rubbed your clit.
You’ve never thought that it felt like this. You never thought that at first pain filled your nerves, but then it transformed into pleasure instead of sharp pains, it was magical in a sense. Harry thrust himself deeply every time you would bite his earlobe and pull on his hair. His hands did wonders to your thighs and breasts as he kneaded them, sucked on them. His eyes hiding that dark and yet soft side of him. His mouth open each time he moaned and felt you clench your walls around him. You would drag your nails down his back as he groaned and pushed himself faster into you. Your thighs wanted to close themselves as you started to feel overwhelmed with pleasure, but you kept them open and held Harry closer to you as a way to feel his stomach against yours and his hands wrapping around your frame.
You wanted to feel all of him inside of you and you didn’t want this night to end, you wished that it could be night so the shining moon could be your only light and Harry being the only person here with you, hugging you keeping you safe.
Harry kept pushing himself inside of you as you moaned out his name each time he thrusted harder and harder. He kept hitting that spot that made you arch your back and toes curl, your breaths became uneven. You were ready to face your first orgasm, you were ready to finally feel the climax of this night. Harry held you close as he whispered in your ear and gave you a reassuring peck on your forehead.
“I’m comin’... undone, love.” He whispered as you kissed his lips cupping both of his cheeks. He took a handful of the bedsheets and scrunched them once he felt himself release in the condom. You felt himself twitch in you as he started to feel your walls tighten around him. You arched your back and brought Harry closer to you as he held you close so you could release as well.
You orgasmed as Harry kissed your lips and moved himself down your body and sucked on your nipples softly kissing them and landing featherly kisses on your stomach. He went down to your core and stuck two fingers inside of you.
Harry's mouth did wonders to your core and you tried your best to keep your thighs separated but the pleasure was starting to get too much.
"Har… Harry." You moaned out, Harry's fingers not stopping from pumping inside of your cunt.
Harry took his fingers out of you and climbed up to cup your face. His eyes sparkling, his hair ruffled in a mess and his chest wet with sweat.
"Cum for me again, bub." He whispered close to your ear. He cupped your cheek and kissed your lips. "Can you…-" kiss.
"Do that…-" kiss. "For me?" Kiss… mhm, nope.
He teased you thinking that he was going to kiss you that last time.
"Ya fuckin' tease!" You whisper yelled as you hit his chest playfully. Harry just laughed at your reaction and gave you a kiss on the forehead instead of your lips.
"Maybe later. Right after I make you cum again?" Harry reasoned with you as you ran your hands through his messy hair.
"Okay. Go slow first, yeah?" You responded to him. Harry smiled and finally kissed you on the lips.
"F'course love." He kissed you again on the lips before he slid down to come face to face with your clit.
Harry teased your clit by swiping his tongue over it and sliding down to lick and kiss the flaps. He inserted one finger inside of you as he licked and continued teasing your clit some more. You were overwhelmed already. You wanted to push his face away from your core, but you knew that you secretly loved feeling his tongue swipe and slide in your core each time he pumped his finger in you.
Only you knew how much you wanted to stay like this forever.
Harry continued to push in his finger then he pushed in two and then his third finger. He kissed your clit and your core each time you arched your back and pulled on his hair. Harry didn’t stop even for a second he just kept pushing his fingers inside of you and he never went up to kiss you. You were dying to kiss his lips that tasted of you. You were dying beneath him right now and you couldn’t do anything about it because he was too heavy and too tall to push off. You just felt, dead. Motionless and weak by the way Harry has his left arm wrapped around your right thigh and his right hand busy trying to please you.
You rolled your head back as your back arched each time Harry swiped his tongue over your clit. Your hands intertwining in his curls. Your eyes were shut and your mouth wide open groaning out Harry's name. It was all too much again. Harry was giving you that feeling yet again, that feeling that you now know too well.
Your eyes squeezed shut even more and your hands were now scrunching the bed sheets, no longer lost in Harry's hair. You were squirming beneath Harry. Your hands still scrunching the sheets and your toes curling from all the pleasure you were receiving.
Harry pulled his fingers out of you and grabbed your hands so you could pull on his hair instead of the sheets.
"Love? You okay?" Harry asked, concern written in his features.
Is he serious? Is he really asking if you're okay? Obviously no! You were about to cum for the hundredth time it felt like, and it started to feel more overwhelming and you just couldn't take it any longer.
He had his eyes on you as you looked down at him for a few seconds, but then closed your eyes.
So you didn't answer him with words you just answered by whimpering and moaning out his name.
Harry cupped your cheek and kissed your lips.
“Jus’ hang a little longer, love. Promise I’ll let you release.” Harry whispered into your ear.
Harry went back down to finger you as you kept your hands in Harry’s hair. You pulled each time he thrusted his fingers in you as each time he did so, you moaned out his name.
You knew you were about to release. You knew you were going to cum the second time, but this time it felt different. His fingers worked wonders down there, but you did feel overwhelmed.
Harry in the other hand loved feeling you with his fingers. He loved kissing your delicate skin and he loved how each time he pushed his fingers into you you would moan out his name. He loved how he filled that pretty mouth of yours with his prick. He loved how your mouth, and body kept that same feeling. Lust and love.
So he continued thrusting his fingers in you as your body kept squirming beneath him as he tried to keep your thighs separated from each other. You pulled his hair even harder than before and Harry groaned and looked up at you.
“Har… Harry, I’ma- I’ma cum,” You slurred as Harry smirked and went back down.
“Cum for me, love.” Harry spoke in front of your cunt. You shivered from his breath hitting your sensitive spot, and scratched along his arms as you bite your lip. Once in a while you would look down and make eye contact with Harry which made you bite your lip continuously.
As soon as you came, Harry cleaned you off and finally licked his fingers clean as well. He kissed along your stomach and he landed small and messy kisses on your collarbone. He teased your bottom lip with his finger and he finally landed his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately. The kiss was slow, but also dominant. Your tongue and his were fighting each other for dominance, but both of you failed to do so.
“I love you so much, bub.” Harry said once he separated his lips from yours. He laid soft, breathy kisses on your tummy and kissed your nipples and slightly sucked on them both. Harry then kissed your collarbone again and sucked on your neck, and meeting your face again.
“I love you, Harry.” You gasped out as you tried to catch your breath from kissing him for a long time. You cuddled closer to his body and he let you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed the top of your head and smoothed out your messy hair.
Right now it was silent between you both. You intertwined your fingers with his and he did not hesitate one bit when you wanted to feel his fingers with yours. Harry kissed your hand folded with his and smiled at you as you returned the smile as well.
Both of you lay beside each other. You kept your hand on Harry's tummy and slowly started to drag your fingers along his warm skin. You started to feel little bumps forming on his stomach as you smiled and kissed Harry's forehead.
"Love you Harry." You whispered near his ear.
"Love ya too, bub." He kissed the top of your head and cuddled even closer to you. He scooted down so he could kiss your left breast as he tucked his head in your chest. You smiled and ran your hands through his brown curls.
You and Harry stayed like that the entire night. You continued running your hand through his hair before you started to fall asleep. And Harry continued to kiss and cuddle close to your warm chest.
If this wasn't heaven then you didn't know what was. Because being cuddled next to Harry felt like fucking heaven itself.
**//**
The next morning you woke up first since Harry was still asleep next to you. He looked so adorable. His mouth was slightly open and he snored a bit as you smiled and moved a strand of hair away from his forehead. You were about to get up, but a certain pain shot down your private area before you got off the bed, Harry’s strong arms wrapped around your waist keeping you from getting up from the bed. You plopped back down and giggled at Harry’s cute reaction to you almost leaving the bed.
Was he even asleep?
Nope.
"Mornin', love." Harry whispered as he moved his face down to kiss your neck and lightly bite your skin. "How'd ya sleep?" He smirked as his voice sounded very croaky.
You moved another piece of hair away from his forehead so you could kiss his forehead.
"M'sore. It kind of hurts." You said as Harry kissed your forehead and lips.
"M'sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to hurt you that bad." His expression fell once he heard how you felt. He retracted back from you and got off the bed. He put on his underwear and walked out of the bedroom.
Taking this as a signal, you also get off the bed but wincing once you were in a sitting position on the bed.
"Fuck sakes." You wince at the pain. You slowly get up from the bed and walked towards Harry's dresser and picked out a shirt to wear. After you pulled over the shirt over your head you started to walk slowly towards the door.
You held the doorknob and was about to turn the knob, but Harry twisted the knob. He was carrying a towel and some… bath bombs?
"Harry? Are going to take a bath?" You asked him as he took your hand in his and led you towards the bed. You sat down, and he walked to the door of the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom.
"You're taking a bath, bub. Hope these bath bombs can help you relax." He noted as he twisted the faucets and turned on the water.
You stayed on the bed while Harry was busy filling up the tub and adding a bath bomb.
"Ready?" Harry asked from the bathroom.
"Yeah." You walked towards the bathroom. Harry handed you his hand for guidance to get in the tub and you gratefully intertwined your hand with his.
"Are you joining me?" You quickly asked him.
"You want me to?" He asked back. He scratched his head and leaned over and gave you a kiss. "Maybe next time, love. I need you to relax. I'ma be in the kitchen making you a tea, yeah?"
"Nooo!" You pouted.
"What?" Harry smiled. " You gonna miss me?" He came close to you and cupped your cheeks. "Promise I'll bring the tea in when I'm done and maybe I'll join you." Harry looked down at your lips instead of your eyes. He started to lean closer to you, you started to pucker your lips, but Harry noticed this and backed away with a cheeky smirk on his features.
"Ya fucking tease, H!" You exclaimed as you threw a loofah at him.
“I’ll see ya in a bit, yeah?” He smiled.
He had the fucking audicity to smile too? This man was going to be the death of you.
**//**
After an hour passed you were still in the bath, but what was different this time was having Harry in the bath with you. A cup of tea in your hand as Harry washed your back soothingly. With each passing second you and Harry kissed whenever you craved it. You knew that you wanted to take it further than just kissing each other, but you also felt sore from last night, so maybe waiting is your best bet… for now.
After the long bath. You dried yourself off and changed into some fresh clothes. You had to borrow a shirt from Harry which he didn’t mind. You put on your sweats that you wore yesterday and you were ready to head out to the Farmer’s Market to get a proper breakfast.
Harry was ready before you so he was just waiting patiently on the couch. When you walked into the living room Harry walked towards you grabbed your hand.
“Ready?” He asked, those green eyes staring down at you lovingly.
“Absolutely.” You answered.
**//**
The drive was quick. Harry kept one hand on the steering wheel and his other hand on your thigh which you had your hands intertwined.
Harry would send you cute little smiles your way. You giggled and held his hand tighter.
Both of you arrived at the Farmers market and walked around to see the food in the different food stands.
You walked alongside Harry as he held your hand tightly in his. You let Harry lead you both to the food stands. There were many food stands to choose from, but there was one that caught your eye. There was a food stand that was serving crepes which was the meal that you have been craving.
“How ‘bout crêpes?” You asked Harry. He looked down at you and smiled.
“Love the idea.” He replied to you. He walked towards the food stand with you following close behind.
Harry ordered the meal as you looked around the little farmer’s market. You scanned the other little stands and smiled while doing so. You stopped scanning the area when you set your eyes on someone familiar. You looked at the older woman and you automatically recognized her from her ocean blue eyes and her long grey hair.
Charlie.
She looked at you and smiled from afar. She looked to her right and saw that familiar ‘Harold’ guy you sometimes brought to the candle shop. She smiled yet again, but this smile was much more bigger than her last smile. She was about to leave with someone that she was with, but before she could she gave you two thumbs-up and mouthed something that looked like she said, “I told you.” You smiled at her and gave her a wave as she returned the gesture before she walked with a young woman.
And yet it was because of that talk with Charlie that gave you the wits to tell Harry how you felt. Charlie did have a way with words didn’t she?
“What are ya lookin’ at, bub?” Harry asked next to you. You forgot that Harry was right next to you this whole time.
“Nothing, Harry. Did ya get the crêpes?” You asked as you kept your lips curved up as you were still smiling.
You and Harry walked towards a bench where you both could eat your breakfast and chat for a bit. After you both finished eating your crepes, you and Harry just walked around for a bit before you both decided to head home.
Once you arrived to Harry’s apartment, Harry decides to put on a couple movies for the rest of the evening. You and Harry were comfortably cuddled next to each other on the couch, stealing kisses from each other and forgetting about the movie in the background. You gave Harry a seductive look and Harry took this as a response.
“Bedroom?” He asked you. Your hands were cupping his cheeks as you sat on his lap.
“Hmm? Let me think.” You teased. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist and spoke near your ear.
“Let’s say that yesterday was just practice, yeah?” Harry smirked, the corners of his eyes crinkled.
“Jus’ practice then.” You smiled at him and kissed Harry’s peaking dimples.
“Shall we do it one more time?” Harry asked you. His eyes holding so much emotion, and his lips turning watermelon red from you kissing him.
“Uh- y-,” Harry cuts you off from what you were going to say by his hands cupping your ass and carrying you.
“What was that, bub?” He smirked up at you as you kissed his forehead and he slightly squeezed on your bum as you giggled.
You and Harry stayed in bed making love for the rest of the night and continued when the sun peeked through the curtains of the bedroom.
You stayed enveloped in Harry's arms for the entire morning and kissed almost every second. You would kiss Harry on his lips and cheeks and his adorable face would smile and the corners of his eyes would crinkle. That morning was one of the many that you were ready to share with Harry. This was just the beginning and you were so ready for it.
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