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tarosin · 3 years

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The great adventures of y/n, Tommy, Jack and Tubbo

Requested:yes/no

Pairing: Platonic jack/tommy/tubbo/reader

Summary: another day another adventure

Content warning: cursing / I didn't proof read

An: reader has bright unnatural hair I wrote a lot, I can't figure out how to add read more on mobile I'm sorry

The music you were currently listening to was interrupted by the discord group notifying you that you have a new message.

Tommy: Y/N HOW BUSY ARE YOU TUBBO HAS COME TO VISIT AND JACK IS HERE

y/n: I mean I've currently got hair dye on but it’s being washed off and dried in around 20 minutes, why?

y/n: WAIT TUBBO?!?!

tubbo: oh yeah I forgot to tell you

y/n: how did you forget you know what nevermind, I’m glad you’re here :]

jack: we should be here in an hour so you have plenty of time to get ready

tubbo: what colour dye y/n

y/n: you’ll see soon enough as apparently, you’re all showing up at my house

Tommy: I suggest you wear comfortable shoes

y/n: I am terrified

Tommy: you have nothing to fear... for now

•••

luckily it had only taken you just over 40 minutes to get ready giving you roughly 20 minutes to prepare for the adventure ahead. or so you thought, as soon as you sat down ready to check your phone the sound of Tommy and tubbo laughing could be heard from your room, jack sent a message “hey we got here extremely early I’m sorry there’s no rush the others have been distracted by dreams music :)”

grabbing a backpack from next to your bed you had quickly chucked your phone and purse into the bag unsure as to what you’re going to need today.

•••

as soon as you opened the door you were met with an ecstatic tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug unable to contain their excitement of seeing their friend

“I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES YOUVE CHANGED SO MUCH LOOK AT YOUR HAIR”

“I look exactly the same”

“Now I’m no genius y/n but last time we spoke you didn’t have unnatural hair”

you paused for a moment as tubbo had a point the last time you and tubbo were on face time your hair was classed as a natural colour however today as a fuck you to your school which didn’t allow unnatural hair you decided to dye it your favourite colour.

“you raise a fair point now if you don’t mind releasing me from your grasp I have to lock the door so no one gets in”

��••

“Tommy unlock the door let tubbo and y/n in”

“Y/N YOU'RE HERE- HOLY SHIT YOUR HAIR! JACK ARE YOU SEEING THIS”

“Hello to you too Tommy”

“well if we weren’t going to get noticed at the shopping centre earlier y/ns bright fucking hair will definitely cause people to notice us”

“oh I’m sorry I didn’t expect to be going shopping with a bunch of Minecraft streamers today”

“don’t you stream Minecraft?”

“This isn’t about me jack”

the trip to the shops was surprisingly relaxing y/n sat at the front listening to jack sing along to songs playing on the radio, however, it was clear the boys had something they weren’t telling y/n which became evident through Tommy and tubbo bickering in the back of the car about who was going to tell them. it was a relatively short journey due to the fact you lived close to the city centre

•••

“let’s go shopping boys” Tommy practically yelled to everyone, tubbo held his phone in your direction then looked towards you, nodding at him you grabbed his phone and began recording

“I'm vlogging”

Tommy walked over “YEAHHHHH”

walking past cex you had to put up with Tommy making sex jokes until you made it to game, you stood holding back your laugh as you filmed Tommy and tubbo fighting about who’s paying whilst jack went off to buy a Minecraft squishy and mug despite everyone’s arguments against it. soon enough fans came over asking for photos with you all once the group of fans left jack took over recording for tubbo whilst you went off to quickly buy some games that you could play on stream.

•••

“want a wig bro? jack!”

the four of you walked into the shop, you couldn’t help but stand in awe looking at all the bright colours already questioning what colour to dye your hair next the sound of Tommy and jack being amazed pulled you out of your thoughts

“Gogy goggles, I’m actually buying them”

“i wan’t a pair”

“no, you’re getting a wig jack”

“I don’t want a wig I want George”

“y/n has bright hair and they’re not complaining”

“what do you have against people with colourful hair jack hmm?”

•••

“I'm not happy”

“you look lovely jack”

“we’re getting so many looks”

tubbo stopped everyone to ‘fix’ jacks wig which resulted in everyone laughing once you had finally stopped laughing you noticed tubbo had walked off and you were convinced jack had randomly decided to record strangers until you saw tubbo going up and down escalators

“oh there he goes again”

“pov you’re thinking about bees”

“where to next boys?”

Tommy pointed towards the lift

“Is this a lift for us”

Tommy noticed the safety sign and automatically made comments about it

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if I wasn’t carrying a knife”

“oh same Tommy”

“look you can see me”

taking that as an invitation to join the vlog you stood behind tubbo and pointed at the sign again and looked at Tommy and jack

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if we weren’t about to do this-“

the three of you went to jump up and down

“NO”

the four of you quietly left the lift however you were convinced that the public heard Tommy comment on having a knife and you threatening to jump as once the lift opened everyone was staring at you but it could also be due to the fact you had brightly coloured hair and somehow convinced jack to keep the wig on, you all spent a long time trying to convince Tommy to get a new outfit, eventually you went into another shop a certain keyboard caught your eye

“I’ve found my home, ill stay here at the gamer bunker”

you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to buy the keyboard that had caught your eye, once tubbo noticed it was too late you stood holding the bag with your purchase leaving you stood in the middle of the shop defending your purchase to him claiming that it was a business expense and not just because you thought it looked cool.

“you told me you wanted to save your money”

“it lights up tubbo and it fits the vibe of my room”

Tommy placed his arm on your head treating you as an armrest as you were shorter than him and he knew it annoyed you

“they have a point tubbo it lights up”

once the recording ended you made your way back to the car

“say y/n you wouldn’t mind if me Tommy and jack stayed the night as tomorrow we were thinking-“

“sure thing”

“YESSSSSS”

•••

the next day you were woken up at 9 am by Tommy stood at the foot of your bed

“hi y/n”

“WHAT THE FUCK- oh hi Tommy Jesus christ do you know how horrifying that was to wake up to”

“Sorry bout that but if I didn’t wake you up now you’d only wake up in the afternoon and we need to go soon I’ll leave you to get ready”

you noticed a note was next to a jumper on the floor ‘hi, thanks for letting us stay the night I really liked your hoodie so I decided to wear it today here’s mine in exchange- Tubbo :D’

normally you’d be concerned that someone stole your hoodie as you live with your parents however today was an exception once you were all ready you set off jack pulled into a McDonald's drive-through so you could all get breakfast

“nice hoodie y/n”

“Thanks, someone took mine and decided to make a trade”

“you’re welcome”

the journey was quiet again you sat next to tubbo in the back Tommy sat at the front screaming at jack and trying to distract him and people around you decided to took a picture with tubbo who now had his arm wrapped around you as it was rather cold in the car and posted it to Twitter ‘@ ranboosaysstuff wish you were here :D’ less than a minute later you received 2 notifications ‘ranboosaysstuff replied to your tweet: same’ ‘ ranboosaysstuff has tweeted: *the spongebob gif*’

•••

soon enough you all arrived at mint golf to say you we’re excited would be an understatement

“can I get the shortest club you have”

you stood hiding your face in the jumper tubbo left you whilst you laughed a few minutes later you received a call from ranboo the others said they’d sort everything for you whilst you answered

“what’s up tall one”

“stay safe okay”

“ranboo it’s mini-golf I’m not fighting criminals”

“yes but I know how clumsy you are”

“first of all rude second of all fuck you third of all jealousy isn’t a good look on you” you managed to say through laughter

“jokes aside please come to the UK boo”

“oh sure I’ll go book a plane ticket now” *ranboo ended the call*

ranboo made jokes like that before however this time sounded a lot more serious and you had no idea why he called you so you made a mental note to call him again later. once with friends again you were met with Tommy telling the worker all about you all

“yeah we’re big on the influencing”

“What on earth did I walk in on”

“no time to explain let’s go golf”

you were handed a club and a ball and were dragged away by jack

•••

tubbo joked about getting a hole on one as soon as it was his go, you bet £10 with jack he wouldn't

“hand over the money y/n”

you looked at Tommy who was now recording you handing jack the money “so today we have learnt to not underestimate your friends and that gambling is bad. you lose your money to a tall bald guy”

to put it politely you and Tommy found out that mini golf is not your calling in life

“ill stick to streaming“

“you’re both losing by the way”

“yeah well- why and how does tubbo have soup”

tubbo stood cradling the soup as though it was a child

“Some things I can’t explain to you”

you stood tilting your head to the side questioning where the hell he got soup from

“eh”

“soups like a small child I take care of it as if it was my own”

you couldn’t contain your laughter at this point the confused faces of your friends alongside tubbos happiness of soup sent you over the edge so you decided to just sit down before you fall as your knees were already weak from laughing too much

“where did you get the soup from”

“I manifested it”

•••

after a few solid minutes of arguing over soup you and Tommy dropping the phone you all continued with bowling.

“tubbo get out of the way of my dream ball”

you stood recording jack cheering him on tubbo had different plans and kicked the ball away resulting in jack giving up and copying what you had been doing most of the rounds, after missing the hole 3 times each go, picking up the ball and placing it in the hole however again he missed

“you can’t be serious”

“golf isn’t for everyone big man”

Tommy took the phone from you to record “pov you’re me golfing”

•••

“how do we get across there”

“probably the bridge”

Tommy pulled to rope moving the bridge across the gap

“Why thank you, Tommy, wouldn’t have been able to do it without you”

you laughed

“you're extremely welcome y/n it was extremely easy because I’m a big muscly man”

golf was finally going well till you hit the ball a bit too hard causing it to go over the fence tubbo was able to get the ball back

“I’ve been watching a lot of doctor shows” you stood amazed at how far you made the ball go

“see the issue is its mini golf. if this was regular golf I'd have got a hole in one I'm telling you”

•••

“I'm never being in your vlog again”

jack looked at you and tubbo who was now laughing at you pretending to worship the can of soup in the hole

“Tommy please come back”

the rest of the game was chaos, you kept missing the hole then claiming to rage quit golf tubbo and Tommy kept making jokes jack left his drink somewhere then had to go back and find it, no one had been paying attention to you which allowed you to take the score sheet and make it so you had won the game eventually he game was over you had declared yourself the champion of golf despite the fact everyone was better than you including Tommy

•••

the journey back was chaos you called ranboo who claimed he only called you to plan a video/stream with you however it was clear that wasn’t the reason tubbo whispered to you so no one could hear

“I think he wants to be here with us I think he’s jealous”

you laughed and nodded

“of course”

eventually, you all made it back to yours, ranboo said goodbye to everyone then ended the call now it was time for you to say your goodbyes. since your love language was physical touch you hugged everyone. As you walked into your house Tommy yelled “Y/N HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PLANES”

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urbfsecretgf · 3 years

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The boy next door. (pt1?)

a/n: this is my first time writing stuff like this is went though and looked at a bunch of other peoples stories and took into consideration on how they did it. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it if not more. :)

(everything is made up, names, ages, street names, and the phone number.)

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you and your family had just moved from beautiful NYC to a small town all the way across the country. in your room you are trying to figure out ways to introduce yourself to your neighbors in hopes of meeting someone your age.

"hi! im y/n! no that wont work, uhhh, hey! im y/n! we just moved in next door, ugh this sounds so lame"

your little brother BURSTS into your room

"JACK GET OUT" you scream "mom told me to tell you she wants us to go into town and figure where places are"

your brother is a few years younger than you, hes 13 and you're 16. this isn't your first time having to move with your family. your mom is a single parent who gets job offers all the time. sometime she has to take them even if she doesnt want to move again but she has to because of money problems.

"ill be out in a minute let me finish getting ready. please." jack rolls his eyes at you and sighs "fine but hurry up" "i will, now get out of my room"

you start getting ready, you put on your favorite t-shirt and a pair of your favorite black ripped mom jeans, you throw your hair up into a messy bun, throw on some of your strawberry flavored lip gloss and put on some perfume and walk downstairs.

"jeez took you long enough" jack says while you're putting shoes on. "at least i tried to look presentable unlike you"

"knock it off you two, be back before dinner and have fun." your mom says as she kisses your cheek, "i love you both now go its going to be dark out soon"

you and jack set out to town and stop at an ice cream shop. you order a vanilla swirl cone and you get some chocolates for your mom. "what do you want?" jack orders a strawberry cheesecake cone.

you hear the bell on the door jingle while you are waiting for both of the ice cream cones to be handed to you.

"ayeeee its my favorite customer! havent seen you in a while. how you doing vin?"

you look back to see this tall, blonde haired boy with tattoos and lots of jewelry. hes probably the most handsome boy you have ever seen.

"holy shit" you whisper

jack whispers back to you "i heard that."

you hit his shoulder

"im doing great man, its a beautiful day outside, ive been out skating all day so i just came in to get some of my favorite ice cream from my favorite guy." vinnie says to the cashier

"vanilla swirl in a cone?"

"you know it!"

the worker handed jack his ice cream cone and then handed you yours.

"alright heres the vanilla swirl in a cone for you, you two have a nice day now" she said with a smile

"ayeeee vanilla swirl AND IN A CONE?? bro you got good taste" vinnie says to you.

you laugh and say thank you.

"im vinnie"

"y/n"

"ah i knew a pretty girl like you would have a pretty name"

you smile and blush

"are you new to town? i dont think ive ever seen you around before" vinnie says while grabbing his ice cream cone.

"yeah we just moved in yesterday, its my mom, little brother jack, and me"

"yeah that makes sense, where'd you guys move from?"

you, vinnie, and your brother head outside and sit at one of the tables. jack sees that there is an arcade across the street and begs you to let him go. you give him money to let him play so you can talk to vinnie alone.

"we actually moved from new york. my mom got a job offer over here and moneys tight right now so we had to move."

"oh thats understandable, so where do you guys live now? that sounds like im trying to stalk you i promise im not im just curious. i live on greendale over there."

"no way! we do too!"

"haha isnt that something, whats your house number? i wanna know if you guys moved in right next to me. there was a house for sale not too long ago and it was right next to mine."

you laugh and tell him what it is.

"HELL YEAH BRO! thats the house next time."

"actually?" you cant tell if hes just messing with you or if hes being genuine.

"yeah" he laughs and offers to walk you guys home.

"oh yes please. that would be wonderful i dont really know my way around town yet and i dont wanna get lost."

vinnie laughs and tells you; "i promise if you stick with me, we wont get lost. i'll get lost in those beautiful eyes of yours tho. ohhhh im smooth! sorry that was dumb"

the two of you laugh and you see jack coming out of the arcade.

"i dont have anymore money" he said while holding 3 giant stuffed animals.

vinnie walks you and your brother back home and as soon as you get there jack rushes inside to show your mom what he won at the arcade.

you and vinnie sit outside for a couple minutes and talk.

"it was nice meeting you y/n. oh im missing something."

"did you leave something at the picnic table? i can go inside and tell my mom that ill be back and go with you to look for it."

vinnie smiles and says "no im missing your number, its not in my phone" he winks at you as he hands you his phone to put your number in.

"wow you're really on a roll today huh." you take his phone and punch your number in.

"i'll text you after dinner. maybe we can plan something out for tomorrow or if you need help with moving in, i'd be glad to help."

"yeah no of course. i think we could really use the help."

"sweet just text me anytime you need something and ill be right over."

"thank you vinnie i really appreciate it"

"anything for a pretty girl like you."

you blush again and say thank you. "it was nice meeting you vinnie, have a nice night and text me later"

"yeah it was really nice meeting you and your brother too, tell your mom i say hi as well"

"i will" you say smiling

you both say bye to each other and head into your houses.

as you are walking into the kitchen you feel your phone buzz.

New Message from +1-453-555-8000: hey pretty lady :)

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie x reader

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underneaththe-waterfall · 3 years

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How do I put up with you?

Why is there barely and Bambam angst ?like anywhere?😖

summary: You and bambam have an argument as he says you are buying to many clothes. You both end up having an argument which leads to Bambam fucking you until you fall asleep.

CONTAINS: ANGST , SMUT , FLUFF. ALSO (hair pulling and oral sex )

F/N= friends name

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I BUY TO MANY CLOTHES” you say sitting on the couch with your arms crossed and an expression on your face that was starting to scare Bambam. This whole thing started when Bambam saw you walk into the house with like 6 bags of clothes and an extra bag full to the brim with makeup. Its not that Bambam doesn’t like it when you shop and neither is he stingy , but he had noticed lately how often you went shopping and by now his whole wardrobe along with your own was full of your clothes.

It started with Bambam speaking to you calmly but it all just rubbed you the wrong way and you got defensive and by now you both were yelling in each others faces .”DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT I HAVE TO HANG MY CLOTHES IN THE TOILET BECAUSE I HAVE NO SPACE IN MY WARDROBE BECAUSE OF YOU”. In the beginning of this argument when Bambam began yelling at you it shocked you as it was very uncommon for him to yell at you, but now you wanted to fight back.

“THEN WHY DONT YOU BUY YOURSELF ANOTHER WARDROBE!” at this point Bambam felt so angry he felt like he was gonna explode. You were really taking this too far. “You buy all this stuff out our shared account and were gonna go bank corrupt soon and we all know who contributes the majority of the money in the account and its clearly not you.” Bambam replies in an annoyed tone clearly stopping himself from yelling.

This crossed the line for you. Bambam knew how insecure you were about you job as a fashion designer as you were still a beginner so you weren’t really making a lot of money. Instead you were stuck being an assistant for another fashion designer who payed you very less. Despite how less your pay was you still always put it in your and Bambams shared account so it was fair for the both of you. This truly hurt you because there was no way you were expecting that from Bambam.

You remained silent now just looking at the floor trying not to cry, It was getting too difficult as now your eyes were stinging and your throat was closing up because of how badly you wanted to cry. From the corner of your eye you could see Bambam watching you. You kept your gaze on the floor as you walked out the living room straight to your and Bambams bedroom and locked the door. You heard him say something but you were so blanked out that you didn’t even hear. As soon as you entered the room you let it all out. You laid there on the bed and cried. You had been told many times by fans and others that you were just a failure and fashion designers earnt nothing and thats why you were with Bambam;because you were a gold digger and just wanted him for his money.

This was always a part of your relationship that made you feel insecure. You didn’t like the fact that bambam had to pay for if not all, most the things you bought. Even your mum had told you to get a real job. So now was the time you got a real job. Your friends family owned a cafe and she always offered you a job there so you both could work together. You declined the offer kindly and decided to follow your dreams. But you were clearly not living in the real world if you thought you could just follow your dreams and become whatever you wanted. At this point you needed money. You didnt want to spend any of Bambams money from now on. Especially not after how he reacted.

So you called your friend and it took less then two rings for her to pick up and answer in a cheerful tone “HELLO OMG WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU HAVENT SPOKEN TO ME SINCE AGESSS” you chuckle at her excitement and answer back “F/N i just spoke to you yesterdayy” she let out an over exaggerated sigh and answered “Anyways why did u call its not like you to call me when your with your fancy boyfriend .”You roll your eyes at her even though she couldn’t see and laugh.

“Umm, can I work at your cafe from tomorrow I know this is very short noticed but-” she cut you off with an excited squeal and she answered “OFCOURSE YOU CAN IM LITERALLY THERE RIGHT NOW AND ITS SO BORING” you smile at her answer. You were truly lucky to have her. ”Okay ill be there tomorrow morning” you respond. You could hear a customer behind her and she answers back in a rush “Okay ill see you i gtg” and before you could even answer she cut the phone.

You fell back on to the bed and let out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. You would no longer spend Bambams money. You lay there in a bed for a while before you heard a timid knock on the door. So now was when he had decided to apologise. You ignored him before the knock turned a little louder. After ignoring it for a while you heard him twist the door handle and let out a sigh .”Can you open the door I just wanna have a shower.” You were dumbfounded. He really just wanted a shower? You went and opened the door not even looking at him for a second before laying back down on the bed and going on your phone. Bambam was just as stubborn as you and also didn’t spare you a glance as he headed to the wardrobe in front of you. You watched him from behind as he opened the wardrobe .A bag of your clothes that you had just bought recently fell out of the wardrobe and all your clothes in the bag fell on the floor.

Bambam looked back at you as if to prove his point but you quickly closed your eyes not wanting him to think your paying any attention to him. He let out a groan and began picking up your clothes that had fell on the floor and put them back in the bag that you lazily hadn’t gotten rid of. He began looking through his clothes and took out a pair of grey shorts and a loose black shirt. You watched him as he took out his towel and shut the drawer. Even though you were really angry at him you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. This time when he looked back at you , you didn’t look away. You looked at him as he looked back at you with a blank expression. He looked away quickly heading to the bathroom.

By the time Bambam got out it was beginning to get dark. You headed to the bathroom as soon as he got out and had a long warm shower. Usually you would wear one of his shirts or hoodies but today you didn’t want to. Instead you wore one of your own loose shirts and headed to the bed after turning off the lights. Even in the dark you could see that Bambam was already half asleep .You thought to yourself ‘am i petty enough to sleep on the sofa or make him sleep on the sofa?’ You decided to against it as you were not in the mood to get back pains especially when you had work tomorrow. You also decided that there was no point telling Bambam that you have work tomorrow. He would probably be glad that you would no longer have to spend his money anyways. (you were wrong)

You laid down on your side of the bed instantly wrapping yourself around the blankets and it felt so good after a long day of arguing with bambam. You were laying there in your own thoughts until you felt an arm wrap around your waist pulling you closer. Bambam always done this in his sleep and usually you found it adorable but not today. You took his arm and not so gently removed it from your waist moving further away from him. But all your effort went down the drain as he pulled you close again and mumbled something in his sleep. You decided there was no point moving him away any longer as it would result in you staying up all night. You got yourself comfortable in Bambams arms (even though you didn’t want to) and fell asleep in seconds.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off extremely loudly and a grumpy looking bambam sitting crossed leg on the bed with his arms crossed staring at you. He had a pout on his face and he seriously looked like he was about to cry. For a second you nearly forgot about yesterday and were about to jump onto and cuddle him but then you stopped yourself. The alarm went of so you could get ready for work. You turned off the alarm and you could feel Bambams eyes on you. When you finally looked at the time you realised you didn’t have long left and that you should begin getting ready.

Bambam finally spoke as he saw you get up from the bed in a rush. “Where are you going.” You honestly didn’t want to reply but you didn’t want to have disturbed his sleep to not even tell him the reason why. ”I have to go to work.” he looked deep in thought for a second before he spoke again “But you have no work on Saturday”.You groaned and answered him “Well now I do and you should be glad because ill no longer spend your money and ill pay you back all of the money you’ve spent on me dont worry.”

He had nothing to say. Bambam did not expect you to take everything so seriously. He didn’t want you to overwork yourself and there was no way you could pay him back for all the money he spent on you. It was simply too much. Bambam didn’t meet your eyes as you left for the bathroom. He waited for you to get out the bathroom and the second you walked out he cornered you against the wall with both his arms on either side of your head.

“Your not going work. ”He says firmly looking at you in such an intense way that you had to look away. You adjusted your towel under his stare and spoke “I do. Now move out of the way i’m gonna get late.” He looked at you for long enough for you to finally look back at him. He looked angry and it was clear to you it was getting hard for him to remain calm. You moved around so you could get away from him but he wouldn’t budge.

This whole thing was starting to annoy you. First he told you that you waste all his money and now that you wanted to make more money for yourself he wasn’t letting you do it. You couldn’t understand what was wrong with him. “OMG WHATS WRONG WITH YOU IM GONNA GET LATE TO WORK BECAUSE OF YOU , SO FUCKING ANNOYING UGH.” You screamed in his face whilst hitting his chest with your fists and he didn’t even flinch for a second. You hadn’t even realised that you were hitting his chest until he held both your wrists with his hands.

Now he looked really pissed of. He tightened his jaw as he spoke “How dare you speak to me like that.” The confidence you had a second ago had now all disappeared. You looked away from his as he spoke , your wrists still in his hold. When he saw that you weren’t gonna answer him, his hold on your wrists tightened and you let out a whimper. It was clear that you had pissed Bambam off too much. There was no way he was going to let you get away with this.

“Take off your towel and get here” he says while he lets go of your wrists and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. You didn’t want to annoy him even more by not doing as he said so you began to strip yourself of your towel as he watched your every move. You tried to hurry as you quickly took of your panties after your towel and walked towards him feeling very exposed.

He motioned for you to lay across his lap so your ass would be right in front of him on his lap. Now you knew exactly what was about to happen. ”Good” You hear Bambam say as he rubbed his hands all over your ass occasionally squeezing your skin. You were laying there your eyes getting droopy until you felt a harsh slap on your ass that made you jolt awake. You let out a whine as Bambam messages the spot he just hit .You could still feel the sting of the previous slap until he slapped the same spot again .He began messaging the spot again and by now you had tears in your eyes. He gave your ass a last strong slap before he told you to get off his lap. The last hit was so bad that tears began to fall from your eyes and you let out a groan.

When you stood up the pain on your ass magnified and you winced at the feeling. Bambam also stood up after you and you felt so small in front of him. He towered over you as he spoke “Get on all fours on the bed.” You done what he said immediately getting on your hands and knees on the bed. You waited for him to do something as you couldn’t see him. You heard some shuffling and by the time you saw Bambam he was only wearing his boxers and getting onto the bed.

You could see his bulge through his black boxers and you wondered to yourself how long hes been hard for. You faced forward as he was on his knees right behind you. You felt his hand wonder around your ass and you winced at how sensitive your ass had become. His hand wondered up all the way up your spine to your neck. He pushed your neck down and you took that as a sign to move your head to the bed and then his hand reached to the centre of your back. You understood what he meant and you arched your back.

After you were in position Bambam moved his finger down to your pussy moving your wetness around. He had no idea that this whole situation would arouse you so much. He moved his head in between your legs from behind you instantly licking the lips of your pussy. You tried your best not to make a sound as his tongue didn’t go in but licked the outside of your pussy. He used two of his fingers to open your lips and he began drinking up all your wetness. He was moving his tongue so fast and his fingers were also circling around your clit. You felt like you were gonna pass out.

For what felt like an eternity ,Bambam continued to eat you out and by now your legs were giving out and you felt like you were about to cum. You let out a particularly loud moan as his tongue circled around your entrance and you moved your hips back onto his face out of desperation to reach your orgasm. He held your hips firmly now stopping all movements of your hips and continued .As your orgasm approached your body began slightly shaking and Bambam knew you were about to cum. He moved his face away suddenly and you let out a whine now feeling extremely needy.

“Did you really think it was that easy?” He says with a small chuckle and you let out a groan in response. It was clear that he had pulled down his boxers as now you could feel the tip of his cock circling around your pussy. You could come just from the feeling of that. You could feel how hard bambam was and you had no idea how he could remain so composed even though he was rock hard. You wanted him to fuck you so bad , you moved your hips back and let out a needy wine. You heard Bambam mutter “What a slut” as he moved the tip of his dick to your entrance. He pushed it in all the way in one go and you let out the loudest moan you had let out that night.

You felt intoxicated as bambam held onto your hips tightly as he thrusted into you hard and fast. You could feel his anger and hurt through the way he was moving. Bambam pulled your hair making your back arch even more as he fucked into you. You could hear his grunts and it was all getting too much for you. Your legs couldn’t keep you up any longer as you were about to cum.

Bambam could see that your legs were about to give out so he held you up his grip tightening around your hips as he moved his hips even faster.” Aagh im gonna cum” you say in between breaths and it was getting too hard for you to speak. You heard him hum as he sped up pushing your head into the bed as he continued to fuck you.

With another harsh thrust you could feel Bambam reaching deep inside of you and you let out a whine as he hit your special spot. He noticed this and continue to thrust into the same spot until you screamed out his name as you came. Bambam was really close to and he slowed down a little in case you felt very sensitive.When he couldnt control himself any more he took hold of your hands putting them behind your back as he held your wrists. He fucked you even harder letting out all his built up anger and with a grunt you could feel Bambam filling you up.

He pulled out as you collapsed onto the bed completely breathless and you both were covered in sweat .He laid down beside you not looking at you. You remained silent until he spoke “You don’t need to over work yourself. Theres no shortage of money.” You didn’t say anything as sleep was begining to take over you.You didnt know what bambam said after that as you fell into deep sleep not even caring about the argument anymore.

Bambam looked to see if you were still awake as he wanted to apologise but he smiled when he saw you now completely asleep. He felt guilty for saying the stuff that he did but he seriously no longer had any space of his own. He moved a piece of hair that had fallen on your face and noticed how exhausted you looked. He placed a gentle kiss on you lips and got up to get a towel.

He returned to your sleeping figure on the bed and tried to clean you as gently as possible. You were so deep in your slumber that you didn’t even move an inch as Bambam pulled your legs apart in order to clean you properly and to remove his cum from your body. After he had cleaned you up he heard the sound of your phone ringing and decided to check who it is. It was F/N. Bambam picked up the phone to hear immediately “ OMG Y/N WHERE ARE YOUU I TOLD MY MUM YOU WERE COMING TO HELP TODAYYY , SHE WAS SO EXCITED SHE EVEN-” Bambam cut her off by answering. He had realised that you were about to start working at your friends cafe.”Uh hi its bambam , Y/N’s asleep right now and she wont be coming today ill let her know you called.” Bambam was hoping your friend wouldn’t get upset that you weren’t coming. After a second F/N replied “Ah um okay let her know I called” and after that she immediately cut the phone.

Bambam laid down next to you and let out a sigh whilst wrapping his arms around you. He smiled as he pulled you closer and mumbled “stupid” with a chuckle .”I love you” he said before he also fell asleep.

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Sacrifice

@luna-hatake-uchiha requested: Hi. First of all, I want to wish you a happy new year. I read on Archiv of your Own that your request box is open... Soo could you please write a scenario where Law and his s/o are having a daughter and after a few years their daughter shows symptoms of the Amber Lead poisoning? And Law doing everything he can to heal her? (This is my first time doing this and I'm sorry if I sound rude somewhere.)

You were perfect in requesting Hon! Apologies for how late this is (I hope you had a good start to the new year!) but omg- That would be so heartbreaking ahhhhh. This came out pretty angsty but I tried to give it a neutral ending! I hope you enjoy it!

This turned into a one-shot oops.

Trafalgar Law x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff/Angst- Spoilers of Law’s past. Can be considered a good or sad ending! Uhh Post-Pirating au? Law is retired from the pirate life lol, grammar

*Instead of 2nd pov I wrote this in 3rd pov for a change. : )

Also, yeah- I am pretty sure that Law would be able to cure his daughter of this because of his Devil Fruit and it’s “Miraculous” abilities but I went for the more angsty side, so I made it more complicated than that lol. I just love the idea of protective dad Law.

Words: 1983

The smell of coffee is usually a scent that brings the pregnant woman, (Name), a comfort since that means she can sneak a sip from her husband’s cup but right now… It is too early for coffee. He should be in bed with her, but the sun is not even up. With exhaustion evident on her face and the goal of finding Law and bringing him back to bed- She regretfully leaves the warm bed.

The house they have is a decent-sized home. Two bedrooms- The one they share together, and the guest room, a nursery that Law and (Name) have been working on and of course, Law’s office to store his medical books and journals, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small cozy living room.

It felt like bliss living here.

Even more so with the bun in the oven. Law was in shock when he realized his wife was indeed pregnant, but it made the joy of retiring from piracy to enjoy a domestic life with her all the better. It most certainly eases his thoughts that most of his crew also retired here on this peaceful island.

Things could not have turned out more perfect for them.

Though… That was about to change as (Name) walks into his office- The light from it leaking out into the hallway. The smell of coffee gets stronger, and she smiles upon seeing how serious her husband is looking through some of his books.

No matter what he is doing, he looks so handsome.

Something he got used to arguing with her saying how she is crazy for thinking his eyebags are attractive. It was all jokes sure but (Name) was serious and proud to say he was handsome. His personality definitely that too. She can rely on him and him on her and that is something hard to do for the both of them.

Law is too in the zone in the book so (Name) uses that to her advantage. She sneaks up behind him and is quick to wrap her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. His tense body immediately relaxes within her hold and he turns to offer her a tired smile.

“Did I wake you?” He asks softly as a hand comes up to meet her swollen belly.

(Name) laughs and holds his hand to her stomach. “Yes, but it is fine. I just got cold without your warmth. That and the beautiful smell of coffee. I think our daughter wants a sip.”

Law’s face turns into a scolding one immediately making his wife laugh as she continues, “Hey! You said I could have some in moderation! I think a tiny sip is less than that and yes, I know we do not know if our child will be a girl, but I just have this feeling…”

Law sighs but… Then smiles as he just shakes his head. He gives in knowing full well that his wife’s point was mainly about getting her daily sip of coffee in. He pulls away from his wife’s loving hand to reach for his mug of coffee. Being careful of the still-hot contents in it. He hands it to her and watches as she smiles and takes her desired sip. Handing it back to him he puts it on the desk and immediately pulls the pregnant woman onto his lap earning himself a giggle from her.

“Anyway, what are you doing up, my love?” She asks as she nuzzles her face into his neck the best she can.

At this question, Law turns tense. His sigh comes out stressed as he hesitates to speak. He thinks it would be better now to share his concern, especially when it is such a valid one.

“I… Fear that our child may get Amber Lead Poising. It is a hereditary disease,” Law mumbles.

This makes his wife freeze up. She knows his pain with that. The fear of it. He must have been bottling it up until he just could not ignore the possibility. With a gentle sigh, (Name) places a tender kiss on his lips, momentarily distracting him from his painful thoughts.

“My love, please come back to bed. After a few more hours of sleep, you can come back in here… And no matter what happens with our child- I have faith that you will find a cure. Until then, try not to worry. Otherwise, you are going to send yourself into an early grave by putting all that stress on your heart,” (Name) says as a yawn escapes her.

Law can only smile now. She truly is his best friend. His other half. She knows how to ease his worries even if it is temporarily, but what she said… It also rings true. He vows to find a cure in the case that their child will get that stupid disease.

~*~

The rest of the pregnancy goes by quickly and as soon as the baby, a girl, is in their arms it feels like total bliss for them. It is everything they never imagined having but makes their lives totally complete. Her middle name is in memory of Law’s younger sister. The full name being Trafalgar Lami Lin.

“She looks like you already- Look at those wide (eye color) eyes,” Law says with a gentle smile on his face.

He never imagined he could allow himself to be this soft and vulnerable. To share it with (Name). His wife laughs as she leans against his arm as he holds their little girl in his arms. Both (Name) and the baby are exhausted.

“Thank the gods she does not look like a mini sleep-deprived version of you. Well, if she takes my looks, I only hope she gains your intelligence,” (Name) jokes.

Law smirks at the playful tone and as if he remembers sighs- “I forgot to tell you. What is left of the crew will be coming here tomorrow. They were even more excited than us combined.”

“Looks like we got a couple of free babysitters… I trust Bepo with her. Sachi and Penguin might drop her.”

Law sweatdrops at this and wishes he could argue back but… His wife is right. He makes a mental note to have Bepo be their go-to babysitter.

~*~

Days pass by fast when you feel joy and they pass even faster when you feel like the world suddenly has a time limit on it. Law promised his wife to enjoy the days with them and he did, but he spent countless nights trying to find a cure- Getting so close to finding something that can help in the case his daughter gets the disease.

The baby grows quickly into a child, but it was the age of five when Law realizes that she has those stupid white spots on her skin- Meaning she has Amber Lead Poisoning. He felt like he was suffocating. She was not supposed to get it. He paid his dues during his piracy. His loss of Rosinante. His loss of family. He paid whatever the hell life thought he owed it, so she was supposed to be in the clear.

She was not.

He knows that is just wishful thinking. His whole family got it and Amber Lead is a hereditary disease. He was supposed to die at age thirteen. He did not all because he ate a fruit thanks to Rosinante. Just because he ate a fruit and cured himself does not mean he could actually cure Amber Lead with his fruit.

He could try and cure Lin as he did himself. Using the fruit’s "miraculous" properties which is having the ability to cure any kind of illness. However, this requires some extent of medical knowledge in order to be utilized effectively. He has that knowledge, but he does not have the full knowledge to cure others of this disease. He cured himself because he ate the fruit.

He needs a real cure. One to ensure that this disease does not follow into the genes anymore. He wants to ensure that if his daughter wants a family of her own- If she makes it to that age, he wants her to be able to not have to think about her own children having the disease.

He estimated she would only have a few years left. Until those white spots grow big enough to almost devour her. His blissful life turned into a nightmare for him. He always could not stand the thought of losing (Name) and the feeling was deeper with their daughter Lin since she was only a child.

She deserved a long and happy life.

He was going to sacrifice his time to ensure that.

It was during one of these nights when he cursed out life for being cruel that Law had an epiphany. Something in his research began to make sense for a cure- It was uncertain, but it was something and it was this night that his wife was woken up when he got up out of excitement to begin writing on a large board he put together. He accidentally dropped a book nothing too alarming, so he was surprised to see his wife checking on him.

Her large eyes watching the board- Trying to decipher his valid obsession of finding a cure. He could not contain his excitement as he pauses briefly to place a kiss on his wife’s lips.

“Whoa. You are super cheery for once,” She notes.

Law can only smile. “I think I am close to finding something. A cure. It would still be a while before I have something solid but… This is it. It has to be it.”

Hearing this fills (Name) up with excitement too. Only to see Law experience a crash. He is at his limit for tonight since he spent all day shopping with his daughter and wife to go to Penguin’s birthday (definitely an alcohol) party. He should be totally spent after today.

(Name) only hugs him feeling his body immediately relax into hers and he freezes upon remembering something. Pulling back slightly he looks at his darling wife and places a kiss on her forehead.

“Hey… I do need to tell you something. If this lead goes nowhere. I am going to use the Ope Ope no Mi fruit on her,” Law states.

(Name) freezes in his grip. Understanding these words. That means he is going to sacrifice his life for their daughter if he can’t make a cure. He is willing to use the fruit’s powers for what others have wanted it for. Immortality.

He is willing to grant their daughter “eternal youth” if it means she can experience life without the disease affecting her.

His mind is dead set on that backup plan so all (Name) Can do is nod. He smiles at her though as to reassure her.

“That is just a backup plan. We still have a few years left but as of now, I do believe it is time to get in contact with that crazy pirate- Luffy. I need him to bring Chopper here. With Chopper’s help this should work,” Law murmurs more to himself.

He is exhausted.

“Alright Love- I will go get in contact with them. I will send a letter. Though… I think you should head to bed. You did well. You are such a good father,” (Name) murmurs.

Hearing this… Law really feels like he might break. All of these restless nights are going to be worth something. He is going to do what his dad almost did for his younger sister. He will cure his daughter and be able to watch her grow.

“Law… You are getting my hair wet with your snot and tears.”

“Shut up,” He mumbles as he holds his partner.

She laughs and the two stay like that- Content that there is hope for their daughter.

#my writing #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #fanfiction #one shot #one piece fanfiction #one piece one shot #fluff #angst #female reader #mentions of pregnancy

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Human!Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: What The Fuck Now, Freddy!?

Notes:

This is not inherently romantic, at all. Or sexual. Just... Freddy being a bastard, and you are caught in the crosshairs- and are forever linked with him because of it.

I've been listening to Lizzie, a lot lately- and this is inspired by 'What The Fuck Now, Lizzie!?'

Also- I'm thinking this will have a part 2. Due to the ending not being quite enough. Maybe a part for the court proceedings!

Plot: Many will know the story of that terrible day Krueger essentially snapped- killing his wife, Loretta Krueger. She saw the basement, they say, and he didn't like that. Their daughter saw the whole thing and suffered a traumatic response to seeing the sight of her mother, strangled to death, by her father- and forgot the whole thing.

But if she were to remember something, one day.

She may remember something no one knows about that day, aside from Freddy himself.

She may remember, that someone else was there.

She may remember you.

Alternatively- you're being blackmailed by Freddy who found out you, another supposedly Plain Jane in Loretta's 'mothers club', is cheating on your husband and calls you up to help deal with the mess he made. Because who else did he have?

Warnings: Okay lemme see, its basically a potluck of triggers. Hm. Murder, swearing, cheating (You, on your husband. Not with Freddy), getting rid of a body, a child gets traumatised (Obviously, Kathy/Maggie), Freddy himself, mention of the basement and all that entails, reader with a very questionable moral compass. Look, I think if you can watch Freddy's Dead, you're good here.

I'm just heading out the door, to go grocery shopping - or, at least, that's the story I tell my husband. When really I don't do the grocery shop until the day after tomorrow. He never notices... - when the phone rings. By very nearly tripping over my feet in my endeavour to catch it before the ringing stops, I manage pick up the phone with very little injury besides an achy, slightly twisted ankle. "Hi! Hi, sorry, I'm here. Hello?"

Pouting, I sit down at the kitchen table; Rubbing my poor ankle to sooth the pain, which would soon diminish anyway. Still- I'm sorry, ankle. I'll try to chill.

When the voice on the other end reveals who it is who's called the house, I lose all need to be pleasant. Damn. I really need to memorise this goddamn number... so I can not answer it. "Whatcha wearin'?"

"Thank god Harrison didn't answer this, you fuck." I deeply roll my eyes. Thank god Har's out. No, this is not my mister, not the man I was going to meet just now- but its bad, enough. In an entirely different way. Its stupid, blackmailing, son of a... hundred maniacs. "What do you want?"

"What a way to answer the phone, Y/N. Gee, seems like every time I we talk, I'm learning how you really aren't in the right place, are you? Cheating on your poor husband, swearing... These aren't really signs of the perfect suburban house wife, is it?" Gritting my teeth, I keep from lashing out. I've learned, if you stay real quiet, Freddy wont have anything to pull from and will get bored quick. "Why so silent, hm?"

"... " Oh, fuck me. I cant help it. "Wondering where you get off judging me on being 'suburban', actually."

"Anywhere I like, thanks."

Oh... oh. Gross?

He doesn't see the disgust tearing my face into two perfect halves right now, but my silence must be enough as he laughs. The sound is directly into the phone, and harsh on my poor eardrums. Ugh... "Oh for gods sake... What are we? Fourteen years old?? Come on- why'd you call?"

"Uhhhh... " Quickly, midway through that drawn out 'um' sound, Freddy's voice transitions, and gets a whole lot darker. Something deep in his chest dislodging, to make it so. Perhaps, his heart. "Well... you might wanna come and see for yourself."

"Uh, I don't think so. I have somewhere to be right now- "

"Oh well you don't, anymore." And its clear what he isn't saying- or else I'll tell Harrison about Carter and set your life on fire. "Tell your boy toy you're takin' a reign check for the day. I think you'll last. In fact... after you come over here, you might be out of the game for a couple a hours at least- maybe days."

Hold on, hold on Freddy what the fuck- "What!?"

"... Believe it or not, I didn't actually mean for that one."

Moron.

Nevertheless, no matter how just... off setting, Freddy is, I had to when he asked. I had to jump when he said so.

Because if not, then he would tear my life apart.

So here I am, about to knock on that big red door he lives behind, wondering what I'm walking into. Where's Loretta? Where's Kathy? How long will the visit be? I told Carter I'd be an hour or two late- any longer and I wont see him at all today. Which would absolutely suck.

Just after my knuckles come down on the wood the first time, a hand comes down on my shoulder and I immediately jump out of my skin... then slowly look around.

There's Freddy, a cheeky grin on his face. It does nothing to set my nerves at ease. "Ugh... Why are you out here?"

"We're going to the backyard. Lets go." Taking me by the shoulders, he marches me around the side of the house, instead of through it for some reason, and into the familiar backyard. I've been here numerous times, as Loretta likes to hold our club meetings here - Barbecue's, tea's... that sort of thing. Just to let the kids play together and so the adults can enjoy some adult conversation. Its a nice yard... but depending on what her horrid husband is about to show me, it may not be considered as such anymore... - , but I'm now starting to develop a sick feeling in my stomach.

Honestly- I don't know much about Freddy at all. Yes, I went to school with him, but that doesn't mean much when he was a freaky loner kid the whole time. I remember he killed the class hamster once- that's about the only splash he ever made in the news pool; But it definitely stuck.

Yes, Loretta cleaned up his image a fair bit since getting married, but now he's blackmailing me, and as far as I know I'm now alone with him.

Suspicious of him suddenly, I slip out of his grip with a dirty look flashed his way. Don't touch me.

He just rolls his eyes, leading me around some hedges.

And then everything stops.

Him, me, the air; The air around me, the breeze, the breath in my throat.

There lays Loretta, on the ground. If I was really really naïve, I could imagine she were sleeping... or passed out, at least, due to the way she's sprawled out. No one would lay down like that willingly.

But... her eyes are open.

For a moment I'm tempted to kneel down; Take a closer look. Find out how, myself. Is she bleeding anywhere that I cant see now? Are her lips turning blue? If I moved some short red hair out of the way- would their be marks on her neck yet?

But then I come to my senses...

And freak. The fuck. O u t.

"What, the fuck, did you do!?" I whip around, looking at Freddy now which entirely new eyes. I mean, before I sure wasn't fond- but now I'm filled with something new, looking at him. Something a lot worse, something that makes me want to run. Run, and hide, and stay there.

And all these, even though he hasn't really changed. He still wears a mischievous smirk, stony blue eyes eating up my reactions... like always. But this time its just so so much worse. "Made some dead weight- now you're gonna help me get rid of it. So!" Finally, though its been only a matter of seconds, he turns his gaze off of me and I'm glad. That gaze is far too heavy. "Ideas?"

Only for a moment am I lost for words, struggling to push anything out. "I... I'm sorry??"

His gaze returns to mine, but this time my eyes are hard as his are dark. "Help. Me. Get rid of her. Fucking. Body. Or do you want your dirty laundry aired for the whole community to hear?"

Before I can help myself, I let out a sharp laugh, only succeeding in making Freddy's scowl deeper. "Freddy- this secret's a lot bigger, then mine. Sure, I might get divorced- but you're going to prison!" Does he get that? He's g o i n g to j a i l. Crossing my arms, I try to avoid looking at my ex-friend's body. I cant. "I'm sure as hell not gonna be in there with you, for being an accomplice."

I really cant look at her... I can only focus on Freddy. And that takes a lot of energy- its taking everything in me, in fact. Everything I have. But I have to. If its him or her, there's no choice.

But... then a creepy smile spreads across his face- a vast polarity to the frustrated glower of before. It makes my blood run cold.

"Ohhhh..." He looks almost ferocious, even in his composed state. Like a monster. Like any moment a fanged, inhuman creature is going to burst out of him and I'm going to wake up, and this will have been a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The kind where that creature haunts me for a long time, after its over. After this over.

He's going to haunt me.

"You must think this is my first time... " My heart turns to ice, mouth hanging a little open... what the fuck have I found myself a part of!? Suddenly all the children's disappearances on the news lately come to the forefront of my brain... "Sweetheart, give a man his dues. I'm a hard working kinda guy... " I watch his gaze flicker to a door - the back door? No... The basement door, - and when a filthy smirk pulls at his mouth, my heart flies up into my throat. God, it makes me feel sick. I want to be violently ill. "My first was my adoptive Dad... pretty sick, huh?"

The fact that he didn't say anything about the basement, makes my imagination go wild. I swallow it down, though.

I just need to get out of here, and never think about this again.

And to do that I need to help Freddy get rid of this goddamn body- and... probably... testify at court... As the panic starts to finally rise up in my, right up to fill my throat, I immediately take in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Okay... " No time to freak out. Now's the time for action.

Gaze flickering to Loretta again, I try to acclimatise to the sight. I think its a lost cause, though. "How did you get rid of him? Your Dad?"

"No, that's not gonna work. He was a drunk dead beat, and I just had to tell the police some guy's he owed money to came over to the house." Freddy grins happily at the memory, but then just as quickly, scowls at his poor deceased wife's body- that certainly cant fight back. I just tack this onto the long list of reasons I hate him. "Lore's such a goddamn goody goody- we cant do the same thing. You don't think I woulda thought of that??"

"Hey." I snap, hands braced on my hips as I flash a glare his way. "This is not the time to get defensive!"

"Whatever... "

Then- suddenly, something occurs to me. Confused, I look around; A deeply horrified feeling disturbing my stomach. "Hold on... Where's your daughter?" Seeing no sign of her anywhere, I definitely start to panic again- especially when I look to Freddy and just see a pert look in his eyes as he looks back at me, a smile that strikes something horrid inside me. My eyes narrow. "You sick fuck- where the fuck is she!??"

"Under the bed."

"What the fuck does that mean!?" I exclaim, frustrated and freaking out. He did not- he did not! Killing your spouse is one thing, but the kid?? Your own kid??

I don't wait around for him to be cryptic some more, and rush right into the house to look for her. Under the bed, under the bed, under the fucking bed...? Which fucking bed!? Forcing ferocity out of my voice, I carefully call out to Kathy. Hoping to god she answers. I try to sound normal. Maybe a little bit cheerful; Excited.

But my voice wobbles.

"Kathy?? Sweetheart, its Y/N! Are you hiding? I have something for you... " ?? You have something for her, Y/N?? God... now you have to figure out some kind of treat.

You know what? Whatever. We'll figure that out later.

Lets just hope we aren't searching for a corpse. I'd definitely be sick, seeing a child... the way Loretta is...

Shaking my head and clenching my fists, I try to focus on Kathy.

I check under the bed in the guest room because it comes into view first and she isn't there, then her bedroom and she isn't there either... and get a sick feeling as soon as I enter the last bedroom. Freddy's and Loretta's.

God, I've never been in here before but its like a museum peace now. A horrible one. Like if you would walk into the Titanic... or the Borden house.

"Kathy? You in here?" Flicking on the light I kneel down on the ground, and check under the bed.

And something immediately crashes over me, as the sight of her covering her eyes down there. It isn't exactly relief, because this whole situation is still phenomenally fucked up for her, but I am selfishly glad to not have to see her body... crumpled, just like her mother.

"Hey sweetheart," My voice quivers slightly now, but I quickly swallow. No. No. Now, you must be strong Y/N. "Its just me. Your Daddy was looking for you, and couldn't find you! It got him worried!"

"I... I don't wanna see Daddy. He hurt Mommy." Kathy doesn't remove her hands from her face, and stays firmly by the wall- too far away for anyone to grab. My heart sinks.

Slowly straightening up again, I try to take that piece of information in. Turning to the doorway, I see Freddy there. he must have followed me. I didn't even notice. Slowly, and quietly ferociously, I say; "She saw?!"

He has the good sense to look embarrassed, even if it is just to make fun of me. "It was spur of the moment... " He shrugs. "I didn't have time to get a babysitter!"

What a fucking excuse. For gods sake.

I'm definitely dealing with a psycho- if that was even a question before now.

Swiftly, I look down under the bed again, because I'm afraid that if I continue to engage with him- I'll scream, and I'll lose my breath, and I'll scare Kathy even more. She's at the forefront of my mind; That's all I can think about.

But what to do with her after I get her out from under this bed, I don't know. I cant give her back to her father... but I cant hand her over to the police either because that would involve telling them about Loretta, and... Freddy will definitely kill me, for that.

This is a nightmare of a situation.

I'm just opening my mouth to say something - what, I don't know yet, - when she speaks, instead. "Is he there?"

"... Yes." I wont lie to her; That would be treating her with not nearly as much respect as she deserves.

When she takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes, as if just trying to keep herself together, my heart clenches. God... and to think I might not have picks up Freddy's call today. I would have been leaving her with this. For the first time today, I'm morbidly glad I came.

She speaks in that loud, hissy way that kids think is a whisper. "Can he... can you please make him go away?"

Immediately I straighten back up and look to Freddy again, my eyebrows raised halfway up my forehead. Like well? "Get out."

"I don't think you're in a position to make demands here, bi- "

"Do you want Kathy to live down there now!??" I snap, trying not to be scared. Not really feeling scared, actually. Just happy to have a reason to tell him to get the hell away from me.

A deep frown creases his mouth, deeply unhappy about the situation, but steps back. I only hear him step out of the way of the door, but its good enough. Quickly, I get up and close the door - fighting with myself not to slam it, - and lock it.

Then I return to the floor, and see this time Kathy has uncovered her eyes. She looks so small, smaller then she actually is, and she looks like she's shaking. Little red bows and piggy tails in her hair are messy from crawling under the bed. "He's gone, sweetheart. And I locked the door."

She just nods, so I take the silence as a chance to offer my hand to her. "Take my hand, sweetie? Come on out from under the bed. Its cold down there, and no one wants you getting sick." I need to upkeep the family friend bit, I need to sound caring and collected. I need her to trust me.

Her big eyes, not Loretta's colour or Freddy's, look nervous as hell. And she shakes her head.

Taking a deep breath, and I conjure all the sincerity as I can. And mean it. My eyes soften and I try really hard, to resent myself as someone trustworthy- which is hard, seeing as I've never really been that. I mean, I'm cheating on my husband. I told Carter today the same lie I told Harrison when i knew I was going to be late. The only person I think who knows the truth behind all my lies is Freddy. That says something about a person, that the only person who knows them is a psychopath.

But I want to, I need to, be good for this little girl. And there's no time for me turn my life around so it has to start with this. How fucked is that?

"... I promise, I'll take care of you. He wont hurt you."

After a few whole minutes, in which I stay silent because yes she's a child, but she's still thinking, she crawls over and takes my hand, letting me lead her out. Crawling into my lap as I cross my legs under her, she buries her face in my shirt- hiding. "You promise?"

Taking a deep breath, because I've really done it now, I offer my pinky for her to see if she turned her head. I know Freddy's listening to all of this through the wall, but I try not to freak out. "Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear." She peaks out from my shirt, and curls her little finger around mine. Okay... "Y/N... I'm scared."

"Yeah... Me too, sweetie."

What am I going to do?

#Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Slashers #Slashers x Reader #Fem Reader #Freddy Krueger #Loretta Krueger #Katherine Krueger #Kathrine Krueger #Maggie Burroughs #Oneshot #Freddy Krueger x Reader Oneshot

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The Secrets You Keep

summary: you're a stripper, and you meet Harry off shift. what happens when he finds out?

request: hiiii would you be able to do something like stripper y/n? not where they meet at the club or anything but something natural like at a cafe or something but she keeps it from him bc she thinks he’ll leave her? then he has a guys night at the strip club and sees her perform? but he loves it and she’s a bit embarrassed? idk but that kinda vibe if ur up for it! X

word count: 8.3k words of fluff, smut and angst if you squint (and i really mean squint) also not proofread, sorry!

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It never occurred to you that once you left full time education you’d end up becoming a stripper. It wasn’t the occupation you had envisioned for yourself, but it was the one that paid the best money and even though it shouldn’t be — money was the thing that you needed the most. You lived in a small, one bedroom flat that you shared with your Grandma who had no income and little pension meaning that you was the only source of income for the two of you. Obviously it was hard upon you, but your Grandma had done so much for you when you were younger that you wanted to help her as much as you possibly could. Granted, finding a job as an eighteen year old that was enough to help pay the bills and for the treatment your Grandmother needed wasn’t the easiest, and that was how you stumbled across the club and the jobs there. Your Grandma didn’t know how you received your income, and you planned to keep it that way for as long as you physically could.

“Have you got any private dances today?” Jocelyn, also known as Sapphire amongst the people in the club, asked as she started fixing her makeup in the mirror next to yours.

“I don’t know.” You sighed, spraying a small amount of hairspray upon your curls, “I haven’t spoken to Elliot yet.”

“Apparently some big shot businessmen are coming in tomorrow.” Ruby adds from the other side of you, applying a lipstick that matched her name to her lips.

“Ugh.” Sapphire groaned, “That means old men with small dicks wanking to us instead of being with their probably very lovely, loving wives at home.”

“They lust after the taboo.” You add, applying a small amount of lipgloss to your lips, “They want what they can’t have, and brag when they get it.”

“They have money though.” Ruby shrugged, “Haven’t had many tips this week. I’d probably do anything for a couple hundred quid tomorrow.”

“Not anything Ruby.” You turn to look at her, shaking your head at the younger girl, “Stand your ground. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”

“I won’t.” She smiled, “I learnt from the best.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

As a fresh eighteen year old, just as Ruby was now, you could’ve only hoped for someone to help you and guide you through the trails and tribulations you endured at the club. That’s why you sort of took the younger girl under your wing and helped her as much as possible.

It wasn’t a lot. Granted, with what they did the majority of it was on their own upon the stage or in a private dance but you wanted to make sure she had small tips to help her handle herself in any situation that could occur and that she someone to talk to if she ever needed it.

“Are you working tomorrow, Emerald?” Emerald was your stage name.

“No.” You sigh happily, “It’s my day off.”

“Enjoy yourself, you deserve it.” Ruby smiled.

You certainly did.

The next morning, after helping your Grandma get ready and to the hospital, you make your way towards the small café you usually went to during your Grandmother’s chemo sessions. They usually lasted around three hours, and whilst you offered to stay with her, she usually forced you to leave and spend some time on your own, claiming she didn’t want you to see her at her worst.

The spring days had just started to warm up, so you dressed yourself in a summer dress you had picked up for cheap at a charity shop. You carried your tote bag with your book in over your shoulder as you pushed past the people on the street.

It wasn’t usually this busy, and looking around you saw no free tables but a few free chairs dotted around. Your favourite table, tucked away in the far right corner by the window had been taken by a man sat reading, just as you would’ve been. You toy back and forth with the idea of going to sit over there as you walk over to the counter.

You order your usual, a peach iced tea, and wait for the kind barista to make it. Your free days, usually, landed sporadically. They normally occurred when your grandmother either had chemo or a hospital appointment and that’s only because she can sometimes be really ill after them and needed you to look after her. Even though Elliot was not a good person by any means, he understood your situation and did help as little as he could.

“Excuse me.” The man looked up from this book at you, “Is this seat taken?”

“Uh. . .”

“It’s fine if it’s not!” Your quick to add, “There’s just no other seats.”

“No.” Your smile falters, “No! I mean that the seats not taken. It’s yours.”

“Thank you.” You drop your tote bag down on the floor, holding your hand out to the man, “I’m YN.”

“Harry.” He shakes your outstretched hand.

There was something oddly familiar about him, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on why. He dressed quite casually, a punny t-shirt that said something about health on it and you didn’t want to seem too weird and bend down to look at what he had on his bottom half but you suspected it was something just as interesting.

You take your book out of your bag and place it on the table in front of you, flicking through the pages until you found the page you had left off at.

As a child you loved to read. Your grandmother always read you a bedtime story before bed and it lead to English being your best subject at school. Whether it be the creative writing aspect, or the analytic — you were just good at it. It was your highest grade at GCSE, an A, and your highest grade at A Level, a B.

You didn’t exchange any more words with Harry the entire time you were there. Periodically you looked up at him, and somewhere deep down you hoped that he did the same for you but you couldn’t be too sure. The book that he was reading seemed interesting enough, something about watermelon, you had noticed. You had a slight suspicion that it wasn’t about watermelon but you could never be too sure you supposed.

A whine almost escaped your lips when you realised that you had to go pick up your Grandmother and your book had just gotten interesting. That was the problem when you read, you could sit and do it for hours and not even look up. It was something so interesting to you that you could immerse yourself in a world different to the one you lived in and slip out of reality for however long and return back to normal as though nothing had happened.

“Thank you for letting me sit here.” You smile as you pack your bag up, “Goodbye.”

“Bye.”

You left feeling sort of fuzzy inside. You hadn’t spoken to the man at all really, but he was kind and certainly handsome with his tousled brown hair and gentle smile. That was probably going to be the last time that you saw him, and you probably should’ve asked for his number at least but you didn’t and that was why you walked away with him laying heavy upon your mind.

The next day, you wanted nothing more than to leave in the middle of your shift and curl up on the sofa. Instead, you were stood in a private room in the back of the club swirling your hips for a man sat upon a chair in the middle.

“You’re fucking fit.” He moans, and you almost throw up in your mouth.

“Thank you.”

You move yourself so you’re hovered over his lap, twisting your hips to beat of the sultry song spilling out of the speakers. If you didn’t need the money, or have a bills to pay you certainly wouldn’t be doing this.

“Fucking sort.” That’s when his hand drops down upon your behind, squeezing the flesh harshly.

You stand up, flipping around so that you’re looking at him, “Hands off.”

“Babe.” He throws his head back, “C’mon I’ve paid bags for this dance.”

“And you pay for a dance, and the rules state no touching.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry. Won’t happen again, babe.”

“Better not.”

It does, and that’s when you get up and leave. He still has to pay, which is a plus but it just isn’t the best feeling. The job you do isn’t one that people necessarily respect you for, but there are rules in place to help with that. You and the other dancers within the club were human beings and deserved the rights that any other person has.

“You okay?” Ruby presses her hand to your shoulder as you powder your under-eyes, “I heard he was touching.”

“Yeah.” You smile at her through the mirror, “Started behind and they he just full on groped me.”

“Men are pigs.”

“I second that statement.” You laugh, “But you know what they’ll say.”

“That we teased and antagonised them to do it.”

Throwing her a deadpan look, you nod. It was something that you had dealt with for the past six years of your life and even though you did hate it and wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up every time it happened — you had gotten used to it.

“Did you have a nice day off yesterday?”

“I did thank you.” You smile, “Read a bit. Spent some time with my Grandma.”

“Sounds lovely.” Her face then twists into one that you can’t quite pinpoint, “You didn’t miss much here.”

“The businessmen not up too much?”

“No they paid well.” She nodded, “We just had to watch them wank their micropenises at us.”

You curl your nose up at the thought, “That sounds pleasant.”

“Totally.” She snorts.

“Emerald. Ruby.” Elliot sticks his head into the room, “Get your asses back out there.”

Ruby rolls her eyes and you laugh. Your job certainly wasn’t your favourite but some of the people around you made it more pleasant.

Two weeks later you find yourself sat in the corner of the café down the road from the hospital, your book open in front of you and a peppermint tea sat upon the table in a pot. Your Grandmother’s second round of chemo was slowly coming to the end of its stint and even though you wanted nothing more than for her to be back to the epitome of health, you would miss spending time at this small café.

“Hi.” You lift your head up to see Harry stood there, slightly breathless, “Is this seat taken?”

“It’s yours.” You smile, watching him drop his book on the table.

This time you could see his entire outfit. A white t-shirt with some writing on that you missed, a floral shirt over the top paired with red corduroy flares. You were right the last time that you met him —he did have an amazing sense of style. You, however, bought whatever was the cheapest or on sale that seemed acceptable to wear in public.

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay.” You smile, “You?”

“Good, thanks.” He scratches the base of his neck, “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Oh.” You have to stop yourself from smiling too much, “I only come when my Grandma has an appointment and they’re usually two weeks apart.”

“Ah.” He nods before his face curls, “I’m sorry if that seemed creepy.”

“It didn’t.” You can’t help the butterflies that erupt within your stomach, “I just thought I wouldn’t see you again.”

“Couldn’t let that happen.” Heat rises up your neck as he beams.

“No complaints about that from me.”

“That’s good.” He rests his hand upon his chest, letting out a deep breath, “Thought I was punching a little over my weight.”

“You’re not.” You cheeks hurt from smiling, “It’s cute.”

He looks down at his book. He seemed so shy, as though he had a confidence to talk to people but once they complimented him or something to do with him it completely changed. It was intriguing. He was already nicer to you than most people you’ve met of the opposite sex in your life and you’re let to learn anything about him apart from the fact that he reads Bukowski and likes black coffee — it certainly wasn’t much to go on.

“How long do we have until you have to go back to your Grandma?”

“Not long.” You sigh sadly, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I understand, it’s okay.” He flashes you a small smile, “Can I walk you back to the hospital?”

You ponder his offer for a second, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

You walk back to the hospital brushing arms with one of the nicest people you’d ever met, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Has your Grandma been having treatment for long?”

“It’s her second round.” You explained, “They originally removed the tumour and it went away but it came back. They caught it quickly and she’s back in bay 11 for three hours every two weeks.”

“I’m sorry.” He sighs, “That must’ve been tough.”

You shrug, “She’s a fighter, I know she is.”

“I don’t doubt she is.” He smiles, “She’s got an amazing granddaughter to stay alive for.”

The walk to the hospital isn’t long enough in your opinion. You speak about a few things, and you learn he does music and that’s when you put two and two together and realise that he’s actually Harry Styles from One Direction. Harry wished he could’ve recorded your reaction when you realised.

Harry had never met someone like you, and he had met a lot of people in his life. You were sweet, and kind and so gentle but also confident and held yourself in such a strong way that he couldn’t help but want to know you, the real you.

“This is it.” You stop in front of the entrance closest to the chemo ward, “Thank you for walking me.”

“It’s no problem.” He smiles, “I hope this doesn’t sound too weird, but can I get your number?”

“Uh. . . yeah.”

“Great.” He beams, “At least now I won’t have to hope you show up at the café.”

You swear you felt your heart burst.

During your shift a couple of weeks later, you don’t notice your phone light up a message. You actually don’t notice at all until you arrived home that night. You had already checked on your Grandma, who was sound asleep in bed, and that’s when you allowed yourself to drop down upon the sofa with a sigh.

Seeing an unknown number pop up on your screen at first had confused you, but once you had looked further into it, your palms started sweating.

Hi YN. It’s Harry. I know it’s been a while but I’ve been trying to figure out what to say. I hope you and your Grandma are well.

Your heart starts to beat faster. The message you had awaited for weeks was here and you had no idea how to act, never mind what too reply back with. The only thing that spiralled around within your mind was that he had been thinking about you.

In your head, you imagined him pacing around in his large house trying to figure out what to send you, just like they do in the movies. You at least hoped that was what he had been doing over the past couple of weeks.

Hi Harry! It’s lovely to hear from you, sorry it’s late. I’m okay, Grandma’s getting there. How are you?

You throw your phone down on the sofa next to you, trying not to giggle like you did as a schoolgirl whenever you were messaging boys. You nearly cried whenever you phone ran out of credit and you’d end up having to run to the store to get a top up in the morning with your spending money and explaining to them what had happened. You were thankful that your upgrade didn’t need that.

I’m okay. Glad to hear about your Grandma. I know this is probably really weird and totally out of the blue, but are you free this weekend? I’m leaving next week for a little while and I really want to see you before I do.

In your head, you ignore the end of the message about him leaving and focus on the fact that he wants to see you. Harry Styles wants to see you. You hoped it was a date, everything pointed it to be a date but you didn’t want get too ahead of yourself.

You haven’t had a boyfriend since your first year of Sixth Form, and the first date you were going on since then was going to be with Harry Styles of all people.

If you pull some strings, work an extra long shift on Saturday and please some of Elliot’s special clients — you may be able to get Friday night off. It was a maybe, but over the next two days you could make it a yes. You hoped that you could make it a yes.

You’ve never, in your six years of working at the club, missed any of your shifts for anything other than your Grandma suddenly falling ill, and those were on rare occasions. You certainly deserved this day off.

I’ll have to check with my boss but I think I could do Friday night? If that’s not a problem for you.

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from internally freaking out.

Sounds perfect. How about I pick you up at 8?

You wince. It wasn’t as though your were embarrassed of where you lived because you weren’t. You’ve worked hard to be able to pay for the flat and everything in it but there was something about showing it to someone who you’ve only just met and had no intention of explaining your situation to wasn’t on the top of your priority list.

Is there any chance I could meet you somewhere?

Of course. Where do you fancy eating? Italian? Thai?

Italian sounds good.

Great. I’ll send you details over.

Thank you :)

See you then, YN. Sweet dreams.

Night, Harry.

You slept well that night.

“I just don’t think I can spare you Friday.” Elliot sighs, “I’m sorry YN.”

You have to stop yourself from wanting to cry. You don’t use up all your holiday days, and you work way more than you should or that you’re paid for but you don’t complain and you just get on with it. The one time you ask for a shift off, his stubborn ass says that he cant do it.

“Please, Elliot.” You sign, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I just need this day off.”

“And I need my best girl on the floor. Need the best of the best.”

“There are plenty of other better girls than me working here.”

He shakes his head, “You’re the favourite, YN. Need you to be there.”

“Elliot.” You sigh, leaning forward in the uncomfortable seat you were sat in, “I’ve worked for you for six years and I’ve never asked for a day off like this before.”

“Yeah but—”

“—and! I’ve never asked for a day off apart from going to the hospital and you know that.”

“I couldn’t exactly say no to you—”

“I’ve worked every shift you’ve ever asked me to, covered for people when you need it.”

“Stop it!” He holds his hand up to silence you, “Just shut up for a second.”

You clamp your lips shut. If you didn’t need to stay on his good side to get Friday off you probably would’ve said something about how rude he was being. He’d always been rude, but he paid you and the rest of the girls so you all chose to ignore it.

He ponders, and you know the cogs are turning within his brain as he scrolls through his laptop, typing a few things. He takes his glasses off his face and drops them dramatically down on the table in front of him.

“Ruby will cover your shift.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you!”

“Don’t be thanking me too quickly.” He points his finger, “I need a favour from you.”

“Anything. Well not anything.”

“In a few weeks times there’s a big birthday party coming in.” He explains, “I need you to be the star of the show, do private dances and all the good things like that.”

“Just that?” You ask, knowing that it could be a trap knowing Elliot’s track record.

He nods, “Just that.”

You look at him sceptically, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” He holds his hands up, “A few big names are coming, that’s all. A list celebs that have asked to use the back exit.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Let me know the date and I’ll do it.”

You stand up, happy that you’ve managed to get your shift tomorrow off and that you can go on the date you have been excited for since you met Harry and was introduced to the world with him in it.

“Have fun at your thing Friday.”

“Thank you. . .?”

You don’t think you like Elliot being nice to you.

Friday night rolled around quickly and you were thankful for that. After helping your Grandma with her own dinner and into bed, you start getting ready. You curl your hair, brushing it out until its in what looks like effortless waves but are actually quite hard waves to achieve. You do natural makeup, something completely different to makeup you usually wear in one of your shifts. You try to keep all of your features soft, different to how you usually look on a day to day basis. You dress in a long white polka-dotted maxi skirt, paired with a thin long-sleeved jumper that would keep you warm due to the ever changing British weather.

You had done a little bit of research on the restaurant Harry had sent you the address for and learnt that it wasn’t the most expensive restaurant ever, but one that was way out of your price range. It meant that you had to dip into the fund that you keep for occasions where you need a little extra money or you will use in the future when you eventually move out and busy your own place.

The tube was crammed, seeing as though it was a Friday night and the majority of people were either coming home from work and stating to go out for end of the week drinks. You knew that the club would start to become heaving as the night grew and a part of you was thankful that you didn’t have to work today, and you were given a small break from the hell that is working at a strip club.

The restaurant, when you arrived, definitely looked fancier than it had online. The bar stood against the corner wall, the right hand side of the restaurant had booths covering the walls whilst stand alone tables scattered around the rest of the room.

You were surprised when you saw Harry, already sat at the booth in the far right corner. He lifted his hand up in an awkward sort of wave and you couldn’t help but beam at him. He had a shirt, an expensive looking white shirt with a yellow and blue jumper over the top. You hand felt so excited to see someone since when your Grandma went into hospital for her tumour being removed and you couldn’t see her for a few days.

“YN.” He sighs, “Hi.”

“Hi.” You smile, slipping into the booth across from him.

“Was starting to think you wasn’t going to show up.”

“I’m sorry.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, “I underestimated how bust the tube was going to be.”

You can tell he wants to pry but instead he says, “It’s okay.”

His nails were painted yellow, a few of them painted lilac as well. There was something so simple about his nails that you just loved, and if it wasn’t weird you probably would’ve stared at them for way too long for it to be acceptable. You knew he had tattoos, and you could see the cross on his hand and the the anchor peaking out from underneath his shirt and you wanted to see more.

“I like your nails.” You smile, running your own fingers over your own nails underneath the table.

“Thanks.” A blush creeps up his neck, “I did them last night. Sort of calmed me down, I was quite nervous.”

“Nervous for what?”

“This.” He nods, “I haven’t been as nervous for a date in a long time.”

“You don’t have to be nervous.”

In your twenty four years of living, you’ve never had someone say that they were nervous to see you. You’ve been nervous to see and do many things in your life and you hoped that somewhere along the line it would’ve been the same for somebody else and yourself but you had the slight suspicion that wasn’t the case. Hearing those words out loud, coming from someone who you’d never expect it too was special, and you were going to keep that for as long as you physically could.

“I did.” He looks down at the table briefly, “I’ve never liked a girl as much as I like you before.”

“You don’t really know me.”

“I’d like to get to know you.”

That’s what you do. For the rest of the date you don’t stop talking. Even though you’re starving and could eat your fist, it takes you the longest you’ve ever taken to eat your food because of how much you spend it talking.

You’re just about to dig in to your desert when your body physically halts, “Why didn’t you want me to pick you up?”

“I, uh, I—”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t what to! I know I can be pretty invasive sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine!” You take a sip of your drink to swallow down the dryness within your throat, “I don’t live in the nicest building, or in the nicest area and I guess I was embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“But I was.” You drop your eyes to the plate in front of you, “I know I shouldn’t have been and that it was stupid but I just didn’t want you judge me before you truly knew me because of where I live.”

“I hope you know now that I wouldn’t have done that.”

“I do.”

You let Harry drive you home. Even though you would never admit it to his face just yet, you really liked him. He was kind, sweet and funny and everything you could ever want in your person. You haven’t said this in a long time but you love the person you are around him and you wouldn’t change it for the world if you didn’t have to.

He stops in the car park outside the building of flats you live in and you can tell he’s thinking deeply about something but you try to not concentrate on that too much.

“I would invite you up.” You laugh, “But I don’t think the sofa in the middle of my Grandma’s flat whilst she snores in the next room is the most romantic.”

He scrunches up his nose, “I can’t say that it is.”

“I’m sorry.” You drop your head to look at your hands that are tested on your knees, “I really wish I could offer you something. Anything.”

“It’s okay, YN.” He uses his finger to move your head up so that you’re looking at him, “I don’t expect anything from you. I hope you know that.”

“I know.”

He hesitates for a moment, and you can feel the finger that was rested upon your chin move upwards so that its upon your cheek. You flicker your eyes closed and just mask in the feeling of his touch against your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You eyes open as you nod your head, letting out a shaky breath at the sheer surprise you feel at his words.

“Want your words, darling.”

“Please kiss me.”

You close your eyes again and you feel his lips touch yours. It's light at first, but you can’t contain yourself and you end up pushing closer to him, relishing in the feeling of his lips upon yours. Your fingertips grip the collar of his shirt, trying to pull him closer without hurting himself too much on the centre console. Even though you both don’t want to, you pull away as you start to loose breath.

“You okay?” Your chest heaves up and down as he speaks.

“Never been better.” You sigh, resting your forehead against his.

“Good.”

You kiss again, this time its more passionate and you can’t help but let out a small whine as he pulls away. The smug look on his face after hearing that sound was enough to send your stomach doing flips.

You really didn’t want to do this, but you had too: “I have to go.”

“It’s okay.” He smiles, “I understand.”

“Okay.” You reach for the door handle.

“I have to go away for a bit.” He sighs, “I’m writing some music over in America but when I get back, do you want to maybe go on another date?”

“I’d love to.”

He presses one last kiss to your lips and you leave the car, muttering a small, “Bye.”

You feel giddy. As though you’re sixteen again and just come back from your first date with your first boyfriend. It was something you hadn’t felt in a long time and in all honesty, you had no idea how to handle those feelings. You certainly wouldn’t admit that you screamed quietly into your pillow in excitement that night.

You couldn’t wait for him to return home.

Two weeks. Harry was away for two weeks and even though you had only kissed him once, twice if you actually count how many kisses there were, you missed him more than words could explain. You weren’t one to usually message first, so you did end up waiting until Harry had a spare moment to message you which wasn’t as often as you would’ve liked but you couldn’t complain.

You almost felt as though you had been drip fed this new life with Harry in, only to have it taken away quicker than you could blink. It wasn’t forever, and that was probably the thing keeping you sane. This had all happened in such a short amount of time but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

The only thing that limited how far you could take this was your job.

Harry had obviously been curious and during a text conversation in the first week of his week being away — he asked what you did. After having a small freak out you decided to say that you worked in a bar. It was a small, white lie and you hated yourself for it but telling him that you were a stripper just didn’t feel like the best thing to do at that time.

You just weren’t ready to tell him, and that was totally okay.

Speaking of your work, tonight was the night of the big party that Elliot made sure you could come to. The club had held celebrity parties before, so you weren’t entirely nervous but every time someone mentioned it you could feel your heart speeding up slightly.

“Emerald.” You turn to look at Elliot who’s trudging towards you, a bag in hand, “Here’s your new outfit for tonight.”

“New? I thought I’d just wear the one for special occasions.”

“This is a special, special occasion Emerald.” He dropped the bag down in front of you, “Wear this.”

Taking the material out of the bag, your mouth dropped open at the sight of the emerald green lingerie in your hands. It was delicate lace that you feared you’d rip if you weren’t too careful. Putting it on, your breasts slightly spilled over the lace, and whilst your front was covered, the thong back of the lingerie left your ass on full display. It was beautiful, you couldn’t dismiss that but you just hadn’t ever worn something so skimpy before. You pulled your black silk robe over your shoulders, fastened your black heels onto your feet and made your way towards the side of the stage.

The skimpiness of the new lingerie did send more butterflies to the pit of your stomach than you were originally hoping for but it was only another hurdle for you to get over which you knew you’d be able to do.

You heard the music start to play, you slipped your hand through the gap in the curtain and opened it, revealing yourself to the room.

Here goes nothing, you mumble to yourself.

Harry’s jaw dropped at the sight of you on the stage. It certainly wasn’t his usual scene, a strip club, but it was a friend of a friends birthday and he had kindly been invited and he wasn’t about to turn it down. He wasn’t in the band anymore, and certainly didn’t have to hide that he went to places like this anymore, even though they weren’t his favourite.

He couldn’t bare his eyes off of you. The way your body moved to the rhythm of the song, your darkly manicured nails pushed the robe of your shoulders, exposing the delicate lingerie you were wearing. Harry would be lying if he said that his cock didn’t start to stir at the sight.

You. The girl who he thought spent her days reading, and looking after Grandma had a secret persona that he only wanted to explore more.

“My word.” One of the men in the group spoke, loudly so that everyone could hear him, “She’s fit as fuck.”

“To get my hands on her.”

Harry clenches his jaw, and his fist that rested on the arm of his chair. If he wasn’t in a very public place where people could record him, he’d give that man a piece of his mind. He probably would but he’d do it when nobody was around so the man could truly understand what he was saying to him.

“Do you think I could get a dance with her?” The birthday boy asked.

“It’s your birthday.” The dickhead with no morals spoke, “She might give you something special as a present.”

“The rules say no touching.” The words slip out of Harry’s mouth before he can stop them, “So I highly doubt that.”

“I’m sure you’d be saying something different if you were in his position, Styles.”

Harry rolled his eyes and focused his attention back on the stage, watching as you seductively bent down to pick up some of the tips that had been thrown on the bottom of the stage. The song was slowly finishing and Harry couldn’t help but feel a little bit of disappointment bubbling within him.

Harry watched your lean legs as you strutted towards the side of the stage, flicking the long wig on your head over your shoulder, seductively running your tongue over your bottom lip as you pulled the material of the lingerie down from your breasts.

Harry bit his lip, his leg bounced, he ran his hand up and down his thigh. He tried to do everything in his power to distract himself from the rousing within his trousers but he just couldn’t do it. The flimsy material dropped to the floor, your red painted lips curled up into a smirk and you made your way behind the curtain, not showing any of your truly bare skin.

If you hadn’t been imprinted on his brain before, you certainly were now.

You could hear the grunts and groans of happiness, and a few cheers whilst on stage but the lights were so bright that you couldn’t see anything past the first row or so. The tips you had received were good, and you were pleased about that.

You received your robe and bra back from the stage and pulled them back onto your body. Your solo dance was always a hit for Elliot, and you supposed that was why he’s kept you on for so long and if you were honest, they were the easiest to do. Private dances always made you too uncomfortable, and in the six years you’ve worked there there had only been a handful of people that made you feel comfortable when it came to private dances.

“Emerald.” Elliot walks in smiling and you assume everything is swell on the floor, “They fucking love you.”

You nod your head, muttering a small and awkward, “Thank you.”

He hums, “You’ve been requested for a private dance, and he’s promised to pay you accordingly.”

“Really?”

Another hum, “Room Two. I think he’s already there.”

“Thanks.”

He leaves the room, a bounce in his step. You suppose that this is a good thing and he’ll finally get off your back for the time you took off for the date with Harry. You at least hoped.

You checked yourself. You made sure your makeup still looked flawless, your breasts sat perfectly within the material and your arse looked good. You brush through the wig once and make your way towards room two, the smaller of the three private dance rooms which helped it be more intimate.

You smiled at the bouncer at the door, Gerry, a man who looked as though he could kill someone with a single punch but was actually a massive teddy bear. He was good at his job of keeping everyone safe and making sure that the bad eggs that came in left just as quickly.

Watching the door slowly open, Harry felt his heart stop. He had been pacing up and down the room ever since he had walked in, and only just stopped when he heard the creek of the door. He couldn’t believe that you were in front of him, and you certainly couldn’t believe that he was in front of you either.

“YN. . .” He sounded breathless.

“Harry?” He could see your chest rising and falling at a quick pace, “What? How? I thought you were in America.”

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “I got back last night.”

“Why are you here?” He can hear the lump in your throat as you speak, your eyes glossing over.

“A Birthday party.”

“Yours?”

“No!” He’s quick to interrupt, “A friend of a friend. It’s not mine. Mine’s in February, and I certainly don’t think I’ll be having my party here. Not that there’s anything wrong with here! It’s lovely! You’re lovely! I’m rambling.”

He was so gosh darn cute and if you weren’t in the middle of a break down, you probably would’ve laughed or at least reacted to his little word vomit. It was probably the quickest you’d ever heard him talk, not that it was hard.

After a few minutes of contemplating what to say, you sigh, “I’m sorry.”

His voice is soft, his features falling, “What are you sorry for?”

“Lying to you.” You drop your gaze to the floor, trying to suppress the tears, “I didn’t want to.”

“Hey, hey.” He walks over to you, placing his finger underneath your chin just like he had done in the car weeks ago, “No need to get upset, I’m not.”

“You should be.” You bottom lip quivers, “I lied to you and I had no intention to retract that just yet.”

“YN.” He rests his palms on your cheeks, “I’m not angry. I’m not upset. I just want to know why.”

“I was scared.” You admit, trying to do anything but look up at him, “I didn’t know what you’d think or if you’d change your mind.”

“Change my mind about what?”

“Wanting too, you know. . .?”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t. There’s no reason for me to.”

“I’m a stripper Harry, it gives you full reason to not want to be associated with me.” You lift your hand to wipe your under-eye.

“I’m not judging you, YN, I said I wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t be upset if you did.”

“YN.” His voice is stern, more so than it had been, “I don’t care that you’re a stripper.”

“You don’t.”

“No.” He smiles, “I don’t.”

“Fuck.” You let out a breath of relief, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I don’t mind.” He shrugs, “If you didn’t want to, you didn’t have to.”

You had never met someone like him, and no matter how many times he surprised you that was just fact. Granted, you hadn’t had time to date anyone with looking after your Grandma but another reason you didn’t was because of what they would think of you.

You knew that not everyone would be was understanding and lovely as Harry had been, and that was just because of the lovely person he was inside and out. That was the reason you didn’t tell him, because even though you had an inclination that he was accepting but you didn’t know whether that was just a façade or he was like that in real life. You loved that he was like that in real life.

“Can I be honest?” You nod, “I enjoyed it.”

You bite your lip to suppress the smile that threatened to cross your lips, “You did?”

He hums, beaming a smile at you.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” The corner of his lips tugs upwards, “I’d still love to get that private dance.”

You roll your eyes and thwack his shoulder playfully, “If you must.”

“I’ll wait for you.” He nods, “Until your shift is over, if you want.”

“Please.”

“I’ll see you then.”

You hadn’t even made it completely into Harry’s house before his lips were on yours. He pushed you up against his front door before he’d even shut it properly, his lips falling upon yours with a hunger you hadn’t felt since you last kissed him.

Maybe it was his hands rested upon the small of your back, your fingers threading through the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Can I offer you a drink?” He smirks against your lips.

“Not the priority.” You reply, not bringing your lips away from his.

“Noted.” He places a kiss to your jaw, “Upstairs?”

“Upstairs.”

You follow him up the stairs, your hand rested firmly in his. You’re too distracted by the man in front of you to take any notice of the house or where you were going.

Harry had kept true to his word and waited for you. You secretly wished that you could have recorded the group’s reaction as you walked towards him, a small smile on your face. After bidding them goodbye, the two of you jumped in a taxi that Harry had ordered and made your way to his house, or what you expected to be his house and you weren’t disappointed.

The second you step into the plushly decorated room, you’re kissing again. His hands slide down to rest upon curve of your ass, his ring-clad fingers immediately squeezing the flesh. You groan lightly into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip through her parted lips. You grip his bicep as he leads your backwards into the room, your calves hitting the bed as he does so.

Your lips part, you fall back onto the bed. You look up at him through your eyelashes, your fingertips reaching to pull the shirt he was wearing over his head. You almost swoon there and then at the sight of the tattoos littering his skin. You lean forward and place a kiss on his lower stomach, just before his happy trail that slips into the band of his trousers.

You bite your lip, grinning up at him.

“What are you planning?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, “What do you want me to be planning?”

He groans, “Anything at this point.”

You reach forward, taking the button of his trousers in your fingers. You look up, “Is this okay?”

“More than okay, baby.”

You unbutton his trousers, wrapping your finger in the waistband and pulling them down. You can already see the tent in his boxers. You wondered how long he had been like this, you wondered if it had been since your dances.

You blush slightly as you hook your fingers now into the waistband of his boxers, looking up at him. You can’t handle the look on his face, the slight blush but the boyish grin mixed with his curls that had fallen forward upon his forehead. You pull the fabric down, exposing his hard cock. You watch as it hits his stomach briefly, the tip swollen. You lift your hand up, wrapping it around him before giving him a few pumps. His stomach quivers as you do so, a groan escaping him as you wrap your lips around his tip. His eyes flutter closed as you start to bob your head, his fingers reaching forward to grab your hair into a ponytail.

“Fuck baby.” His hips involuntarily buck forward. You sink further down, going as far as you could.

Harry couldn’t believe how good he felt. It had been a while since he had been with someone, and it was worth the wait. You pulled away too soon in his opinion, but the sight of you, all teary eyed and sloppy sent his mind spiralling.

“God.” He bent down and wrapped his arms around your thighs, lifting you up so he could move you further up the bed, “You’re fucking killing me here.”

“Good.” You giggle.

He’s quick to remove your shirt, allowing you to pull your jeans down at the same time. He didn’t expect you to still be in the lingerie from earlier, and if it was physically possible, he swore his cock hardened even more.

“Fuck me.”

He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours again as his fingers fumble with the latch of your bra. You bite your bottom lip as he wraps his around your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. He uses his hand to knead the other one. You can’t help but grind your hips forwards, a feeling bubbling deep in the pit of your stomach that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Harry.” You moan, withering under his touch.

He kisses down from your lips, to your jaw, down your neck until he’s littering them all the way to the band of your underwear.

“Is this okay?”

“More than okay.” You whine as he lets out a breath upon the thin material.

He pulls your underwear down, teasing you by placing kisses across your thighs and pubic bone. He’s so close, yet so far from the place that you need him the most. He licks a stripe across your centre, until he wraps his lips around your clit. You can’t help the moans that escape your parted lips as he nibbles and flicks your sensitive nub, her thighs starting to shake as he coaxes her closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Don’t stop.” You thread your fingers through his hair, “God! Harry.”

He pulls away, and you let out a shaky breath as he does so.

“No fair.” You whine.

“Life isn’t.”

“Just shut up and get a condom.” He does as you request, placing a small peck to your lips as he reached over to grab a condom from the drawer beside the bed.

You watch as he rips the packet open with his teeth, pulling the rubber down his length. He presses another kiss to your lips, catching her eyesight once more.

“Are you sure?”

“More than okay.”

He hovers over you, rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds to coax a moan out of your lips. He groans into your shoulder as he pushes in, biting down briefly to suppress the sound.

“Don’t.” You moan, scratching your nails down his back as he starts to thrust in and out of you, “Let me hear you.”

“Fuck.” You squeeze him slightly, “Do that again.”

He speeds up, catching your lips as your hips meeting quicker, the only sound in the room being your skin slapping each others. You slip one of your hands between the two of you, your nimble fingers rubbing your clit.

“Where have you been all my life?” You can’t help the pleasurable giggle that escapes your lips.

“Feel so good, H.”

After a few more thrusts, a couple more circles of her clit and she’s comes around his cock, squeezing him tightly as she did so.

“Fuck, shit, oh god.”

He continues to thrust in and out of you, coaxing you through your orgasm and towards his. He seems to go deeper and deeper until he’s spilling inside the condom, his moans louder than any you had heard before.

“God.” He collapses on top of you, taking a few seconds to collect himself and let you collect yourself, “Haven’t felt like that in a long time.”

“Glad I could be of some assistance.” You push the hair that had matted to your face off.

“You should keep secrets from me more often.’

“I’m never doing that again.”

“Good.” He pecks your lips.

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Kintsugi ch4

After being attacked, Emilia moves from rural Ohio to Brooklyn to start a new job and move on from the past. Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings for this chapter: 18+ ONLY, angst, language, fluff, mental illness (anxiety and panic attack)

A/N: it's been a hot minute since I last updated this story and it's been staring at me every time I open my drafts, soooooo, here ya go. Hope you enjoy

~Masterlist~

Bucky stands up straight, running a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry. I just thought…"

"I really like you Bucky" she cuts him off with a hand on his arm causing him to look down at her. "I was...Something happened to me." Her voice wobbling, looking down, "I...I'm just not ready for that yet. I'm sorry"

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he swore, taking her hand in his, running his thumb over her knuckles.

When Emilia brings her eyes up to meet him she can't hide the emotions swimming in them. Bucky can see the unshed tears as she asks, "Can we just go slow?"

"We can go whatever speed you want"

"Thank you"

The spring storm had died down to a light drizzle, the sun shining again while they walked home, shoulders brushing as Bucky pointed out a few of his favorite restaurants and shops.

"Thank you," Emilia said as she handed Bucky his jacket when they came to her door. "I had a really great time today" she offered her hand to him, unsure of how to end the date. Damn, it is a date. "Me too" he shook her hand, an amused smirk on his face. Butterflies erupting in her stomach at his touch, she could feel the heat flood her face as neither let go. "Okay, well-"

"Do you like rollercoasters?" He asked eagerly.

The phone rang twice then Casey's face, with arched brow and smirk popped up on the screen, "so how was your non-date?"

Emilia rolled her eyes playfully, "fine you win, it was a date"

"Annnnd?"

"Well, he brought me flowers, we went for coffee and then we went to a botanical garden. It was really nice. He's taking me to Coney Island tomorrow"

"Aww, how sweet"

Emilia chewed her lip as she walked in her bedroom to grab her cigarettes and head out on the fire escape.

"What?" Her friend asked knowingly.

"What if I'm not ready?" She questioned more to herself than to her best friend as she lit her cigarette and sat on the window sill. "He was going to kiss me and I stopped him"

"Was he an asshole about it? 'cause I will jump on a plane right the fuck now and-"

"No, no, he was a total gentleman about it. He said we can go whatever speed I want"

"Em, I'm not gonna tell you to do something you're not ready for but, he sounds like a good guy" she smirked "and hot"

Emilia laughed, "Bucky is very hot" she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Won't be able to make it tomorrow" Bucky texted Sam as he walked to his bedroom and opened the window to get some airflow in the stuffy apartment.

He didn't mean to eavesdrop on Emilia's conversation but when he heard her sweet voice say his name he couldn't help himself.

"Bucky is very hot," he heard Emilia say.

"Wait, wait. Bucky?" Her friend asked through the phone.

"Yeah"

"Bucky Barnes?"

"Yeah," Emilia replied slowly.

"And you said he had a prosthetic hand?"

"Well actually it's his whole arm-"

"Um, you know who he is right?" Her friend cut her off.

Fuck

"Where are you going with this?"

"Sergeant Barnes? The one that was all over the news a few months ago. Friends with the new Captain America? Helped save the fucking world, I think?"

"I take it the date went well" Sam's reply jolted Bucky back from the window. He told himself he walked away because he didn't want to be rude and eavesdrop but deep down he knew it was because he didn't want to hear her rejection of him.

Emilia didn't say anything right away, her eyes going wide as the realization hit her.

"Babe, jump on that shit now!" Casey laughed.

"Well, I mean I've always had a thing for guys in uniform," Emilia giggled, taking another drag of the cigarette, the smoke encircling her. "Damn, though, am I really dating a supersoldier?"

"Can he introduce me to Captain America? I'd climb that man like a tree" Casey said wistfully.

"Jesus, Casey, keep it in your pants"

Bucky knocked on Emilia's door, helmet in hand, ready to be turned away. When she opened the door and greeted him with a smile it was as if time stood still for Bucky. If it was possible she looked even more stunning today than yesterday. Her long legs and a tiny bit of her thigh tattoo being shown off in her cut offs. Sunglasses perched on top of her blonde waves tied back in a relaxed pony, a few strands framing her face. A jean jacket over her black tank top.

"Hi!" He managed to get out in his smitten state, "You're amazing. Look! You look amazing" he ran a hand through his hair and gestured to her as he fumbled through his words.

"Thank you" she beamed. "You're not so bad yourself," she said as she eyed him up and down in his jeans and a gray tee under his leather jacket.

"Is the rollercoaster we're riding that rickety?" Emilia joked looking down at the helmet in his hand.

Bucky chuckled and smiled sheepishly, "do you like motorcycles?"

Emilia flashed him a devilish grin, "Hang on" she said as she dashed back inside leaving a confused Bucky.

"We can take the subway instead," he called from the doorway.

She came back out in jeans and a black leather jacket. "You, my friend have just earned yourself ten brownie points" she grinned as she locked her door and took the helmet from a surprised Bucky and started down the steps.

Emilia climbed on the back of Bucky's black Harley-Davidson street bob. Her arms wrapped instinctively around his waist as they pulled onto the street. Feeling that familiar drop in her stomach as the engine rumbles when they pick up speed on the parkway, the wind whipping across her face. She loved the feeling of freedom on the back of a bike. She still got that same exhilarating feeling she would get as a kid sitting on the back of her dad's bike.

Inhaling the salty sea air as they rode past the Bay, her arms relaxed around Bucky and she let her hands drop to his hips.

"You okay back there" Bucky called over the roar of the engine and wind.

"I'm good. Just keep it steady for a minute, okay?" she called back as she slowly extended her arms out to the side and closed her eyes. There was no back rest to catch her if she leaned back too far, no safety net if they hit a bump. She could feel the rush of adrenaline and her heart rate quicken but it was on her terms. Nothing that happened in the past eight months mattered when she let go.

"Hold on again. We're almost to our exit" he called, bringing her back to reality. She reached her arms around him again as they slowed for their exit, letting her adrenaline high wash over her.

Emilia gave a nervous chuckle as the bar closed down over their laps on the Brooklyn Flyer ride at Coney Island.

"You alright over there?" Bucky asked as the ride began to rise and spin.

She wanted to scream "let me off this fucking ride" but gave him a fake smile, "I'm good."

Bucky wasn't very convinced by her act and took her hand from the lap bar, interlacing their fingers. "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you"

"I'm that easy to read, huh" she questioned, turning to look at him.

"Well your knuckles were turning white gripping that bar" he chuckled.

"Rollercoasters I can do, but giant spinning swings," Emilia laughed and made the mistake of looking down as the world began to spin by faster. The vice grip she had on his hand became a death grip.

"Hey, you're okay, look at me," said Bucky softly.

Panic written on her face as she brought her eyes up to him.

"There ya go, just keep looking at me"

"See, it's not so bad up here," he said as she began to loosen her grip on his hand.

"Yeah, sure," she gulped.

"Not as scary as-"

"Jumping out of an airplane?" She blurted.

"I was gonna say letting go while we're doing 65 down the parkway." He chuckled, but realized he was going to have to try harder to distract her when her sight drifted back down.

"So, you know, my real name's not Bucky"

"What?" She glanced back up to him not really fully aware of what he said. Confusion crossed her features, "What do you mean that's not your real name?" She snapped.

"No, no. My name is Bucky" he backpedaled, "My first name is James and my middle name is Buchanan but everyone just calls me Bucky"

"Mhm. Well, now that that's out of the way, I have something to tell you." She paused, "My real name's not Emilia,"

"What?" He shot back.

"It's Candy" She tried to keep a straight face as she said it but the corners of her mouth were betraying her as she bit back a smile.

"That's not funny," he laughed, bringing his vibranium hand to his chest. Emilia couldn't help the smile on her face as she tried to stifle her giggles.

"Thank you for distracting me" she said, untangling their hands as the ride slowed to a stop. Bucky's heart sank a little at the loss of her hand in his

"What do you wanna ride next? Dealers choice" Bucky said once they exited the ride.

"Hmm, I believe I was promised a rollercoaster,'' she teased, raising a brow and biting her lip.

Bucky could feel the nervous energy rolling off her body while they secured their buckles and safety bar on the Cyclone. The ride jolted forward, "You have to keep your hands up the whole time" she grinned at Bucky, raising her arms in the air, butterflies dancing in her chest as they ascended. Bucky gave her a pointed look as if to say "I don't put my hands up on rollercoasters."

"Oh 'c'mon, It's the only way to ride,'' She goaded. He gave a little eye roll, the corner of his lips turning up as he raised his hands, the car going slowly over the peak, tipping them forward. Emilia's stomach drops as the last car releases from the chain lift and they rush downward. Bucky looks at her as laughter, pure and unabashed, bubbles from her and it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard. She throws her head back and laughs again as they round the curve and climb another peak. Her joy becomes infectious and Bucky can't help but laugh with her, realizing he would do anything to hear that sweet sound every day.

She's out of breath with little giggles every now and then as the ride comes to a stop, a huge smile across her face that makes her eyes crinkle at the edges "I forgot how fucking good that feels. Let's go again!"

"All yours sweetheart," Bucky says as he hands Emilia the stuffed panda bear after winning the pyramid smash on the midway.

"Thank you Bucky! He's so cute," she said as they walked further down the midway.

"Whatcha gonna name him?"

"Hmm, I dunno yet. But we should get some ice cream though, to help me think," she winked.

"Oh yeah? Ice cream helps you think?"

"Of course, Ice cream helps everything"

Orange and pink hues decorated the sky as the sun sets behind them, shoes slung over their shoulders, the cool sand between their toes, they walked out to the low tide, finishing off their ice cream cones. The salty sea air was intoxicating as it filled Emilia's nose when they sat down in the sand, the waves breaking on the shore a few feet in front of them.

"You have a little something there" Emilia chuckled, pointing to her chin to direct Bucky to the drop of chocolate ice cream on his face. "What, here?" He wiped his chin with his napkin completely missing it.

"Nope, nope. Over a bit" she laughed as he finally got it.

"Thank you" he said before he took one last bite of his cone and tossed the remaining bit to the gulls, his hand landing in the sand between them as he looked out over the water.

"So James huh," she began, trying out the name before she took another bite. He turned to her with an amused smirk, "Nobody's called me that in a long time," he said as he propped his metal arm up on his bent knee, his other leg stretched out as he gave her his full attention. "But you can call me whatever you want"

"Well then, are there any other names you go by? Sergeant perhaps?"

He stiffened a little at her question, his jaw clenching as he looked back out over the water. "Yeah, some know me as Sergeant Barnes" he looked back over to her, running his tongue across his bottom lip, capturing his lip between his teeth, "What about you?"

That was all the confirmation that she needed. She was dating a supersoldier. Fuck. A superhero.

"You already know my name sign but everybody calls me Em. But you can call me whatever you want" she echoes his words, lightly bumping his shoulder with her own, earning a chuckle from Bucky. And that was all the confirmation he needed to know that maybe she was okay with who he is.

She turned away, taking the last bite of her cone as she pulled her knees up and began playing with the sand under her legs. A comfortable silence fell between them while they started out over the ocean, the sky turning a deep purple as the first stars begin to appear.

"You decided on a name for him yet?" Bucky broke the silence as he picked up the bear between them and tilted its head at Emilia.

"I think so" she said as she took the bear from him and sat it on her knees.

"Meet Sergeant Panda"

Bucky huffed out a laugh, "I like it."

The conversation ebbed and flowed, much like the waves breaking along the shore. The simple cadence of getting to one another.

"Okay, how about your favorite book?" Emilia asked.

"That's easy, The hobbit," Bucky answered.

"Oh, a Tolkien fan. Nice. Have you seen the movies?"

"They made it into a movie?"

"Actually, it's a trilogy," she laughed.

"Well how about for our next date we watch them?" He asked.

She laughed again, "I don't think we'll be able to watch them all in one night, but I'd like that."

Emilia could feel the prickle of anxiety on the back of her neck as they weaved their way through the throngs of vehicles in the parking lot. The street lamps were few and far between, the shadows and blind spots creating unseen attackers in her mind. She reached for Bucky's hand as they walked, feeling her shoulders relax slightly when he turned to her with an almost curious expression, then a smile broke across his face, the tips of his ears turned pink as he turned back around.

Bucky tensed as he heard a muffled cry, he stopped short causing Emilia to bump into him. He turned to her, a finger to his lips signaling for her to be quiet as he tugged on her hand and ducked behind a car, bringing her down with him. He craned his neck to see over the hood, then he looked back at Emilia; her eyes were wide, breath shallow.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I can hear someone in trouble, I'm gonna go help. Wait here" Bucky stood up and disappeared amongst the cars and SUVs, leaving Emilia shaken, a panic attack imminent. She could hear someone call for help and the distinct sound of someone being punched in the face. Her mind was reeling, she thought for a split second he was going to attack her and she froze. Her vision blurred as tears spilled and her chest seized. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why was the first thing I thought was he's going to attack me? Why didn't I try to fight back? I'm so broken that I was just going to let it happen again? The negative thoughts flowed like an endless stream of self loathing. Crouched next to a car, her hand holding onto the side mirror, she could hear shouting but couldn't make out what was said over the sound of the pounding of her own heart. When Bucky came back to her a few minutes later, he found her sitting with her knees drawn into her chest and her head buried in her hands. She was shaking as he slowly kneeled down, "Em," he softly called, careful not to startle her, gently placing his metal hand on her shoulder. The sharp inhale of her breath when he touched her was enough to make Bucky think she was afraid of him, of the winter soldier, "I'm sorry" he said quietly, pulling his hand away.

She lifted her head, eyes red and puffy, cheeks tear stained. Knowing she had to ride the panic attack out, she reached for his hand, "please don't leave. I-," she swallowed the lump in her throat, "I'm having a panic attack and," deep breath. "Please don't leave" she begged again.

Shame and embarrassment filled her mind when she saw how he looked at her, like she was broken. But he didn't see her as broken. He looked at her with empathy and understanding. Bucky gave her a short nod and sat down next to her, never letting go of her hand, simply sitting in silence with her as he continued to gently circle his thumb over her knuckles.

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carla5172007 · 3 years

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The Kambal Oneshot

Chubby reader. Part 1

Crispin:

Y/n walking in the street in the day light . It was hot event to early in the morning. You wear a light blue shirt with a cute kitty design, light pink skirt and white rubber shoes. Your skirt were higher than one inch. You were going to buy new clothes to fit your asthetic look.

Well you are douth about clothing choices because your body. The huge hips, chubby arms the face and most importantly your belly. The belly is the body part you hate the most. Since your intire life been treadted ugly and always scolded for being fat. Even your own mother keep telling you that. You keep trying best to not bother. Today hou have a confidence to wear the cloths you like.

You weren't expecting the heat to today.

" Thank goodness i brought my umbrella" walk to the crowd and wait to street light to go. Then you heard Two men in suit and a woman who were short. The guy one is long hair and the other were short hair. They had decame face so they must been twins.

Soon more people keep coming, Suddenly some push " Hoy! tabathoy Tumabi ka nga! " ou push from behind and drop your umbrella. Then you accidentally hit some back with your head. "Ouch !" "Hello, ayos kalang ba" you look up saw a tall man, with black coath and vest. He has short hair has, handsome face but no eye???. looking you with concerned."Miss are you ok?" You sanp to reality. "Umm yes im al right." The other twim picks up the umbrella and give it t you.

"Hey miss what's your na-" The the light turn green you walk imminently. Beacause othe loud croud you didn't hear him.

Crispin pov:

"Wow pre iniwan ka sa ere." I look a Basilio irritated look while he laughs. I nudge him quite hard so wine about the pain. " Come on kuya we should be at home. You know hank is more annoying." I look at the direction she went, i wonder where she goes.

" Kuya na kikinig ka ba saakin?!" Basilio bring me back reality.

" Ano? Ahh! Oo "

".........."

" Gusto mon puntaha young babae? No? Basilio ask waith a smirk

" Uhhhhj...

" Don't Brother ill cover up for you! Basta bumili ka ng beauty products at marenda. Kailangan mo yan pag balik." Basilio gave Crispin extra money.

Your Pov:

I found my favorite store in the SM mall. I found cute design. Thres cute sweater, High jeans, cute skirts and also some cute stuff animals. Im so excited to many to choose from.

_______________Time skip_________________

I have four bags of clothes. I should really it 4:00pm huh its been two hours. Well i should buy myself some snacks. ' what should i get shawarma or sandwich' Then you accidentally bump to Someone. "Sorry mam," Wait that voice. "I-Ikaw.." Its the same guy while you bump with. " My name is Crispin. What your name? I ask you a while ago but you didn't hear me." I was embarrassed. "(Y/n), sorry i i was bit hurry."

"Do you want me to carry that for you?" He genially

"Oh nonono! Its fine!"

Are you sure it seems alot to you. I insist to carry."

"Ahh ok."

Third Pov:

He insisted carrying your shopping bags. But why though he to help me we just bump each early. You two walk out to super mall, It was very awkward silence, but then he broke the silence.

'I like your outfit it cute on you" he compliment you with a smile.

"Wha!!"

You blush those is he really playing with you

"You couldn't take compliment? Or I m just the first?" You nodd. He replied.

"Im telling the truth thought. I can see a beauty when i see one."

"Umm your not bad for yourself" You tried to flirt but it failed you.

"Hehehe"

"What did your job?" He ask you.

"Well its not really interesting but may job is ( your job name). "

"Mine like solving crime stuff like that. it Kinda stressful, sometimes i i haven't sleep for 3 day!" You felt bad for him.

"That's really awful! Is it unhealthy for you?"

"Yeah but when i have sleep its only 4 hour. But sometimes we do have day off. I manage ."

"Hey wear almost to my apartment ment just 2 more miles. We could stop by to buy ice cream if want" you ask him since your starting to crave dessert.

"No all pay for it."

"Its fine you help carrying my shopping at least repay you."

"Ok" he smiled

You two buy ice cream your is ( favorite flavor) and he but chocolate and vanilla ice cream. You two walk and continue your conversation. It was quite enjoyable and interesting and you had fun have company .Once your inside of the building in outside your apartment door. Its time to partways.

Thank you very much. "

"Your welcome. It might be weird and to fast because you just met me but is it alright to ask.... Can i have you phone number? So you can talk each other cause... I enjoy your company we can be friends. BUTIFYOU DON'T WANTTOTHATS FINE!ITSOTIBEINGACREEPIMITALKINGTOMUCH!I'LLSTOP!"

You we speechless. Someone asking phone number to talk to you. Well this is first since childhood non of tour old friend ask your number to stay contact. And you seen him as creep. He nice and gentle men. It wouldn't hurt try to make new friends. You chuckle and smiled and said.

"Sure!"

"Really?"

"Wait ill give you my phone number, ill need my pen and paper and here another paper to write your number ... "

After you write it, you gave it Crispin. Crispin wrote his number in the other paper that you gave him.

"Thank you"

"Bye Cutie see you soon."

You have a pink blush in your cheek. What a nice guy you thought to yourself. Once you open your door and brining your clothes inside. You take a shower and change to your panjamas.

-----------------Meanwhile---------------------

Crispin Pov:

ARE INSAVE YOU GAVE SOME STRANGER THE OUR HOUSE PHONE!! AND LET ME REMIND YOU DON'T HAVE PHONE CRISPIN!! Hank angry scream

I KNOW HANK I M SORRY OKAY!!

While the two arguing! Basilio eating chips ( Nova) while watching Crispin and Hank argue and Alexandra disappointed face while wearing a face mask that Crispin baught before he went home.

Basilio

You were walking home after after you visit your grandma. It was dark in the night you wear wear a light blue belt top and jeans. You had a pocket knife for self defense but you still worried. But the you hear a loud crash when you look up a hold abandon building starting to fall on you. He quickly rush to push he you away before it hit both of you. Both of you fell on the ground he land on his face to your belly.

" Oww my- he- hey are you ok ?!" You tried to wake him his ok. Then he started to move, he the look at you observing you. He wears a mask. "Pwede ko ba malaman ang pangalan mo? ". A silence both of before he respond. "Wow your cute" WHHATT!! C- Cute???? You blush your embarrassed.

They you both heard a call. "BASILIO!" A man with a sad face mask fly infront of you. "Boss wants us to go ( street name) it more important than you flirting around." You blush more. The smile mask man slowly stood up and nod his head he ald your hand. And pull up to your feet. " Hey cutie , whats your name ? ". " Umm.. (Y/n) " " heres my phone number so we can get know each other" He hands you a card with phone number in it with name Basilio. "Thank you for saving me!." the other mask man sad " BASILIO!! There people dyeing any minute!!" "IM COMING!!" They both flying away and leaving you. " Stay safe beautiful! ❤️" the look back give you a flying kiss while his mask on. The next thing gone they were gone.

"Wow what a night .. " You look back at the phone number. Who was Basilio? What doe s look like? Those he really mean those word?... Cute? Beautiful? Hehe no way. That Basilio guy is messing with her. Right? " Hmmm maybe later when i get home "

Basilio POV:

"Well done boys if you need me ill up stairs changing ok." Yes bossing

" Ugh.. im so tired !!" I wine. "Well we should be finish early of you wodn't get distracted!!" "Hey hey calm down you two" Hank hold his hand together and look me in straight in the eyes." What did you do??

" What did you mean?! I DID NO SUCH THING!"

"He gave a random girl our house phone number."

"IDIOT! WHAT DID ALEXANDERA TELL NO TO DO!!" Hank panic

"Giving our house phone number..?"

"Giving our number!! You to don't have phone Basilio!!"Hank replied.

"Maybe that person leaks our secrets!"Crispin replied

"Wow you two are Paranoid. But she's looks cute and nice. And i always want to make new friends"

"Calling a them a Cutie pie is a way to making friends?"

" LOOK ITS JUST MY EGO TAKEN OVER! Please don't tell alexandra-"

"What are you hiding from me"She came from the behind. The kambal scream ot top of there lungs

Few minutes later

I smile and think about what happened. When i landed on top her it so soltf like a pilliow that i wanted sleep and cuddle. Its the middle of the night. I still a wake couldn't sleep. I still wait to called me.

Ring ring

"Hello im (y/n ) im so sorry i called you late"

"No no its fine"

"Your name is Basilio right ? I don't want to be rude but can i see the person who save me."

"Ummm to tell you the truth this a telephone. I don't really have my own cellphone. But we could meet if you want tomorrow."

"Really! What time because my job starts at 9:00am and it will end 4:30 pm. "

"If you had time im always free" with a confidence in his tone.

"You save me from a falling building. I think your busy saveing people"

"True but if my shift ended early tomorrow or if i don't work tomorrow we could meet. Deal?"

"Deal! "

"Great! Also can i have your phone number so i can call you back? Since i forgot i didn't have my own phone."

"Sure it's"

"Wait i need to write it! Hold on"

"Hehe its 09*** **** **** "

"Thanks i call you back"

"Its a date good night."

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handy-is-still-anonymous · 3 years

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"What..? What did you just call me?"

Adrian stared at the other, trying to process what was happening, but his eyes widened when the man took the helmet off. Oh my god...

"Oh come on, even after 16 years..."

Barney smiled softly at Adrian, his hazel eyes still glowed even in the small sewer light,

"Im not allowed to used that nickname?"

Adrian nearly knocked Barney over when he hugged him, laughing softly. "Oh my God, you're un-fucking-believable." Barney only smiled at that and hugged him back tightly. "I've missed you so much. Everything had been so hectic the past few month. Or well more hectic than usual. It doesn't help that I thought you were dead. I didn't think I had anyone left. I thought I would just die alone- that I wouldn't ever get to see you again- and I-"

"Barney," Adrian mumbled soothingly, rubbing the leader's back. "It's okay now." He mumbled, more saying it all to himself than Barney, but the small man still took it as comfort. "Good. I really need someone like you around."

"Well we can't stay around... here at least. Let me show you how this sewer system works." Adrian turned and started to lead the way, walking with the same confidence and strict, squared shoulders as he did when marching through black mesa. That gave a bit more comfor to Barney as he followed behind him.

"This tunnel right here will lead to a medic camp some people have made, it's not as slick as it used to be, so it's easier to run there without slippjng busting your head. The tunnel to our right, is the way well go to get a crossed 'the border'. There isn't really one now but it gets us to the other camps outside of the cities. Out there though. I can't help much. That's for the other team to explain to you. I'm just here to guide through the sewers." Adrian walked over to a ladder in the right tunnel, "If it makes you feel better though, this guy that's up here sells stollen goods like ammo and food. Even some water he's purified."

His face showed a serious frown whilst explaining everything, his hands move as if to help pronounce and explain the words. His body shivered though. It reminded both men how dangerous just being there was.

Barney, even though he was scared, didn't let that fear control him as much as he used to. He has people to save now. People to fight for. He needed to protect Alyx, and Eli. He'd protect Kleiner more if that stupid scientist didn't keep bringing headcrabs in as 'pets'.

This was serious shit. In America you would probably just get arrested, even if your record was fucked you could just steal and run forever. Now? You would be killed infront of everyone. Your dead body being shot to death would've been a message to those on your side that they could run and hide forever. That's why you had to train to pull your gun out faster, know your enemy better then they know themselves. Steal as much equipment as possible and make sure to keep your guard up, everywhere.

Yeah, you can probably guess Barney wasn't sleeping good at all. No one really was. Could you blame them in this sick twisted world of destruction and 'order'. Made Barney wanna gag more just thinking about it...somehow, Adrian looked younger, like he never aged a day since they last met. Focus Barney, focus. You ain't got time for romance.

They climbed up the ladder to the merchant up top. Adrian introduced him.

"This is Carlos Devina. He's probably the most important guy during this trip. Sometimes he'll not be here and sometimes he will be. His schedule changes. This week he'll be here today, tomorrow and the Friday. Next week he'll be here Monday, Thursday and Saturday. Week after that he'll be here Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. Then the schedule will repeat."

"What's tomorrow again?"

"Tuesday, today is Monday."

"Got it. I need to write this down."

"Habit of being in the military, you just memorize the days. Used a copy of a calender before this shit started and went from there." Adrian chuckled softly and Carlos cleared his throat.

"I can give you a free copy of the calendar if you'd like, Mr. Calhoun. It marks the days ill be open so you won't have to write anything down."

"Yes, please I'll take 7."

Carlos went into the back doors of his shop. Adrian whistled to get Barney's attention. "So, resistance leader huh? Last time I checked you were bloody, limping and anxious. "

"Eh, I still am sometimes. I mean anxious and limping. I'm not always bloody." Barney grinned and Adrian nearly kissed him, but, unfortunately Carlos came back with 7 calenders, gently handing them to the resistance leader. "Here you go, Mr. Calhoun, anything else I can get you two?"

"That'll be all I think." Adrian said firmly and Carlos smirked. "Alright. Well, if you need me, just press the button as always. I'll be back here." And with that Carlos was gone again. Adrian mumbled something under his breath before asking. "I know you have an important role in this all, you don't usually get a break I'm sure, but... if you need me I'm always in the sewers."

Barney frowned, "I'll be meeting you in the sewers tomorrow, Adrian, and not for the reason you want. I'm gonna be bringing a lot of people and I need you and your team to be ready. I'm sorry but I... I guess I don't have much time anymore for romances and flirty games."

Games. Right. All this was, was a flirty game.

"I... understand. We'll be ready for you. I'll have Carlos cook extra meals. How many people will be here?" Adrian gulped down that stupid lump in his throat.

Barney, always clueless to other's emotions, didn't notice the change. "Just 3. I don't wanna get too suspicious." And with that, the meeting had ended. Barney left with one last goodbye and Adrian just felt stuck. He felt gross too, but he couldn't focus on that. It wasn't important. People's lives were at stake.

His. Feelings. Didn't. Matter.

Games.

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simpsiren · 4 years

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to have and have not.

lee taeyong x reader

“losing me is better than losing you.” - losing you, wonho

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description. being close friends with the leader of one of the biggest korean gangs in the underworld wasnt already tough, a big situation falls into your laps that only makes your bond with him even stronger, and maybe perhaps having love to bloom in the process.

genre. mafia au, fwb to lovers au,

warnings. none except for a lot of shooting cudndn

word count. 6,733

a/n. here's a taeyong x reader ff i came up with. its not much but i still hope youll enjoy it :D

lee taeyong. most people, or rather regular people would have a shiver sent down their spine if they heard this name, even if they didnt know how the man looked like. taeyong was, and still currently is very well known in the underworld, but above it as well. he's a well known gang leader amongst all the other gangs that work under one man, mr david chong. basically the mafia boss trumping above all gangs. the police have never been able to catch him, no matter how hard they tried. the policemen would either get shot and killed one by one due to his great ability of using a mere pistol, or would just be killed by taeyong's gang members before taeyong would even appear in their sight. all in all, lee taeyong was a scary man in many ways. not to you though. you found him interesting.

when you were caught hostage by one of the gangs along with one other women you didnt know, and you have the great lee taeyong to get you out of there and have you work under him for debt in a way, you did owe him a lot when a bullet was mere seconds awayfrom going through your brain. you found out that the women who know work under taeyong as well is named val. now, you didnt have much work to do honestly, you would be lounging around in the arcade basement most of the time. you were only told to do small tasks that wasnt that horrifying in any way.

"im dying of boredom!" you whined as you sat up from the very comfortable velvrt couch and faced yuta, who was off duty for tonight. "doesnt boss have anything he needs me to do? i wonder why he even took me in" you folded your arms and rolled your eyes as you let your body slouch and sink into couch. "no one is doing anything right now M. the boss is trying to plan something big from what i hear." yuta shrugged as he took a sip of his vodka. all the members in the gang call you either mal or m, it was a shortened version of your long second name malvisko and you liked being called mal. "yeah well fuck that. im gonna go sleep." you stood up from the couch and waved a small goodbye to yuta before exiting the arcade basement to head to your bedroom, or not.

you tip toed across the halls, making sure no one sees the fact that youre slowly making your way to the boss's office. you arrived at the door without being seem by anyone and right before you were about to open the door, you see jaehyun, taeyong’s right hand man. you looked up to meet his gaze. “you’re here to see mr lee?” you nodded slowly, intimidated by how cold he looks, but no one can beat the gaze of taeyong. “he’s currently feeling stress. try to calm him down a little.” he pats your shoulder before walking past you and disappearing into the hallway. the only person who knows your true relationship with taeyong was jaehyun, and you consider him to be a friend more than a colleague.

you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you. you see taeyong behind his desk with his laptop. he wore his wearing casual attire, which was a hoodie and sweatpants, along with his glasses. you see papers scattered across the table. you slowly walked up to stand beside taeyong. “hey, tae. how’s work going for you?” you placed your hand underneath taeyong’s chin and kisses his cheek lightly. taeyong sighed and took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. “almost all gangs are now working under bishop. what’s worse is that he’s working for that idiot david chong.”

you placed both your hands on his shoulders and massaged them gently as you bit your lip, not entirely sure of what to say. “that sounds pressurising.” you whispered. taeyong scoffed in response. “im going to take revenge on them for killing my brother. he wasnt even involved in this shitshow. ill figure something out.”

you knew about taeyong’s past. you knew that he has worked under mr david chong since he was little but decided rebel, leaving to start his own gang. but now, mr david chong wants him back and will do anything to do so. taeyong is a “precious specimen” as what mr david chong kept calling him. a man who was extremely smart and living in a monstrous world, he did everything he could to survive. it only made his instincts so much stronger. taeyong was like a wild beast in a wild forest, not many were able beat him. you felt honourable for the fact that taeyong lets you know his past. the other members know about it as well, but not as much as you did.

“rest tonight, tae. i want you to sleep.” you leaned forward from behind and whispered into his ear, gently planting light kisses down his neck. taeyong sighed once more and pulled your hand from your shoulder and turned his chair to face you. taeyong pulls you to sit on his lap. “now’s not the time to be doing stuff like that. im sure you know that well.” taeyong glares at you with his piercingly dangerous eyes. you giggled softly, resting your hands on his chest. "i was just advising you to rest, nothing more." you winked teasingly. taeyong scoffed in response and made you stand up. he walked past you and towards the bed, falling onto it almost instantly. you followed suit and sat beside him at the edge of the bed. "youre right. i have a ton of things to do tomorrow." taeyong covers his eyes with his forearm. "im having jaehyun guard you while im away too. its getting dangerous with a whole army of high ranked psychos coming for me. theyll definitely go for those i most treasure before capturing me."

you took a deep breath. "be careful alright? come back to me safe." taeyong chuckled, shaking his head as he sat up straight, going close to you and pecking your lips. "cant exactly do that without having either a bullet in me or a broken rib, but ill come back alive." taeyong wraps his arm around you and pulls you in for a quick kiss before pulling away. "now go. i dont want my men suspecting anything." you nodded and stood up and walked to the door. before you walked through the door, you went back to taeyong to give one last kiss before leaving him for the night.

you were walking down the dimly lit when you suddenly bumped into someone. you looked up to notice it was jeno. one of the younger guys in the gang. "what were you doing boss's office?" jeno asked innocently. you licked your lips nervously, trying to quickly think up an answer. "its fine. i know what you are to him." jeno folded his arms as he smirked widely in a teasing manner. you quickly looked around, making sure you and him were alone. "no one is to hear that you know. im just his friend.. with benefits." you whispered to jeno. jeno giggled. "sure mal. anything you say." he mocked you. "shut it. if taeyong knows that you know he'll probably threaten you to keeo quiet. its good enough that im already warning you." you rolled your eyes and before you were about to make a turn towards another hallway, you look at jeno's way and pressed your index finger to your lip.

you headed to your room and slept as perusual. lucky for you, nothing happened to you that night. taeyong is always scaring you by saying that anyone can kidnap you in the middle of the night, at any time. but god knows taeyong would never let that happen. when you wake up in your large bedroom in your large bed, you looked towards the coffee table to see jaehyun sitting on the comfortable chair, drinking coffee and using his phone. you signalled jaehyun by coughing, making him look your way immediately. "good morning, miss." you sat up from your bed and yawned, turning your head to the full body mirror beside your bed and seeing how terrible you looked. you slipped out of your soft white mattress and grabbed the silk robe, wearing it on before walking over to the coffee table.

“i told you. you didn’t have to call me miss. im your colleague for shit.” you said as you took a seat across jaehyun. he placed the cup of coffee he had in his hand on the table. “sorry, mal. im just used to calling you miss since you have a strong relationship with taeyong.” jaehyun doesn’t look up at you as he quickly glanced his eyes over the words on the newspaper. “jeez im telling you. we’re just friends with benefit. nothing more.” you huffed and folded your arms, slouching into the seat. “by the way, apparently jeno knows about me and taeyong. just keep an eye on him.” you grabbed the cup of tea that was on the table and took a sip. “the gang will be in an uproar if word gets around” you whispered, staring down at your drink. “i will.” jaehyun simply said.

you carried on with your day. most of the gang members are out today. probably because of the big plan that taeyong is doing. he probably also has some gang members to follow him. jaehyun would be with taeyong most of the time but he needed to take care of you since taeyong trusts him with you the most. you could understand. they had a long history together.

“can we please go grocery shopping and cook homemade food? im tired of buying take out.” you whined as you stabbed the fork into the friend chicken that you ordered from kfc. jaehyun took a sip of coca cola and hummed. “im not sure if its safe mal. taeyong wouldn’t want you to be wondering around in public.” you pursed your lips. “but i have you to protect me.” you pouted at jaehyun. he raised his eyebrow in disgust and sighed. “ill call taeyong and ask him.” you shouted a loud yay which made jaehyun flinch back, using his finger to cover his ear as he rolled his eyes and took out his phone to call taeyong. you were trying to hear his conversation with taeyong at the other end of the line by placing your ear close to jaehyun’s phone. you smiled as jaehyun ended the call. “alright. get ready to go. ill wait outside the room.”

you nodded happily as closed the door when jaehyun walked out, skipping your way towards your wardrobe and picking out a simple outfit to go to the supermarket. you made sure you hair looked neat and grabbed your purse and walked out to meet jaehyun. jaehyun leads you out of the hideout and gestured you to get into the car. taeyong normally rode this car but for some reason he chose to take another one to run his errands. you waited as jaehyun gets into the driver’s seat and starts driving to the nearest supermarket.

you two arrived at the supermarket. you realised that it wasnt at all crowded since it was practically 3am in the morning. you only see a few high school students around buying a snack and headed out in a flash. jaehyun helped with pushing the trolley while you picked out ingredients to make jjajangmyeon. you figured that it would be best to make a big batch so that the rest could be saved as leftovers for the other members when they come back in the morning for breakfast. jaehyun kindly offered to pay and the both of you headed out of the supermarket, with jaehyun carrying the groceries.

“thanks for taking me out. its nice to take in some fresh air instead of being couped up in the hideout." you turned towards jaehyun to give him a bright smile but later noticed that jaehyun was looking around suspiciously, his eyes scanning around his surroundings as if the scanner in his mind has detected danger somewhere near you two. you kept quiet for moment, getting scared and you slowly got close to jaehyun. "get down!" jaehyun screamed at you, dropping the groceries and he wrapped his arm around you and drags you to hide behind the car when suddenly a bullet was fired to your direction. you froze, tilting your head up to see jaehyun quickly pulling out his gun from his back pocket, arms streched out to the ground, ready to shoot any second. "its a fucking sniper." jaehyun whispered to you as he looked up towards the buuildings oposite the car, trying to find which building the sniper was stationed at. you didnt know what to do, you were afraid, scared, many feelings were flowing through you. all you could do was look down at the ground, and trust jaehyun with whatever he was doing.

"we're going to get in the car and im going to drive us out of here before the sniper can take another hit, got it? just get into the car as quick as possible and duck down. make sure that he wont be able to see you through the window." you nodded as you quickly processed jaehyun's instructions. "on my signal." jaehyun had his eyes glued on the tall buildings, it was late at night so you could barely see anything, you could never imagine how jaehyun was even able to spot the sniper.

"now!" you immdiately opened the door and got inside the car, closing the door and ducking your body down so as to not be see through the winodw. jaehyun hopped into the driver's seat in a flash and started up the car. you were panting nervously as you felt the car moving at high speed. you heard another bullet being shot at the back of the car. you whinced as you tilted your head up to see jaehyun with his phone beside him, his phone being placed on speaker mode as he called taeyong. "something happened. a sniper tried to shot mal. im heading back to the hideout now." jaehyun said. you heard taeyong shouting a loud 'fuck' before hanging up the call. jaehyun kept silent as he drove you back to the hideout in full speed. in less than 10 minutes, the car was put to a stop. you hugged your purse and you started slowly sitting back up. you looked at jaehyun, who's head and eyes were scanning the area again. jaehyun got out the car and walked to your door, opening it and signaled you to get out, you continues hugging you purse to your chest tightly as you quickly ran towards the hideout and got inside, with jaehyun following you behind.

you took deep breaths and watched jaehyun you looked extremely wary yet calm and collected. you were almost killed and jaehyun looked chill, although you doubt he felt like it. "taeyong's coming. wait for him in the main area." you folowed his instructions and took a seat in the couch of the main area, which basically consisted of a single couch and a very large table. the main area is where everyone would gather if they needed to plan something together, like breaking into a house and sorting out the escape routes etc. you werent part of those meetings but you were always there at the doorframe to see what taeyong and the others were talking about.

you took out your phone, not seeing any messages. you sighed and shoved your phone bac into your purse. it didnt take long for taeyong to come rushing through the door and placing himself on the couch, sitting down beside you and hugging you tightly. you nervously placed your arms around him, seeing the other members aloqly coming into the room. you let out a soft 'uh' into taeyong's ear, signalling taeyong to pull away from you since there were many eyes on you, wierded out that taeyong is being way too touchy with a gang member.

taeyong immediately noticed you hint and pulled away, coughing as he walked toward the huge table and slammed bot his arms down. "bishop is coming, in no time, theyll find out about our hideout and attack." the gang members begin to gather around the table. jaehyun however was standing with his arms folded behind the couch. "splint into groups and disperse. we cant be gathering in big groups like this. leaders take charge." you see the leaders of the sub groups, which were taeil, winwin and johnny nodding their heads to their boss. "those under me. stay low. dont do anything reckless. although it applies to everyone so." taeyong shrugged and sighed, rubbing his temples. "okay thats all. everyone head out tomorrow morning. im calling the leaders in the future to give further orders."

everyone said their goodbyes and exited the room one by one. jaehyu was the last one to stand at the door and before heading out, he gave a look to taeyong, which taeyong responded with a nod and walked out, closing the door behind hi and leaving you and taeyong alone in the main area. taeyong turned towards you and took a seat beside you, looking at you up and down. "im so glad youre safe." taeyog brings his hand uo to cup your cheek and frowned slightly and hugged him tight, digging your face into his chest. taeyong held you close and strokes your hair slowly and placed a kiss on the top of your head. "im not gonna let you go out without me or jaehyun anyore. i cnt imagine what woud happen if you went out alone." taeyong whispered as he pulled away, looking at your face before pulling you into a deep kiss. he pulled himself away from you. "you must be shock from that. im letting you sleep in my room."

you nodded slowly and stood up, following taeyong out of the main area and to his bedroom, which is basically his office. he lets you go inside first and closed the door behind him. he immediately unbottoned his white button up shirt, taking it off and throwing it at the edge of the bed and took a seat on the bed. "why are you so dressed up? you only went to the supermarket." taeyong commented as his eyes scanned you up and down, your outfit looking too bold for going somewhere simple in the middle of the night. "its not often i get to go out of this place. i just wanted to look good." yoy stripped your clothes off till you were in your bra and underwear. you placed your clothes where taeyong's shirt was and picked up his shirt to put it on. "you look nice in my shirt."

you giggled you walked over to the bed and layed down beside taeyong. taeyong cuddled you close, your leg over his and you burry your head deep into his neck. "im going to keep you safe from now on." teyong said, planting kisses on your shoulder. "thats not what a 'friend' says you know." taeyong lets out a 'tsk' before closing his eyes. "sleep," taeyong muttered. you smiled softly and kissed his cheek one last time before falling asleep. to be honest, you didnt know what was yor relationship with taeyong. for now, you only wanted to think of taeyong as your friend with benefit. besides, how can a gang keader even have time to fall in love. you were only there to comfort him, seeing his soft side. you felt that his actions says more than what your relationship with him is, but you chose to not let you imagination wonder too far. you liked taeyong, but you never wanted to interfere with his work by having a relationship with him, thinking that you would be a burden.

the next morning you woke up to see taeyong who just got out of the shower. you yawned and sat up straight, waiting taeyong who’s abs were out in the open, immediately diverting your eyes to it. “you’ve seen it plenty of times but you’re always staring at it like its your first time.” taeyong said calmly. you blinked your eyes and gaze your eyes up at taeyong who was drying his hair with a small towel. you blushed and stood up from the bed. “i cant help it.” you shrugged and begin to unbutton taeyong’s shirt which you slept in and slipped into your own clothes. before you walked out to head to your own room, taeyong pulls you to him by the waist in a swiftly motion and planted a kiss on your lips. “shower and get ready by 9 at the main area. im having a meeting which you need to be there for.” you smiled soft and interlocked your hands with his before letting go and heading out to your room.

you quickly showered and changed your outfit into a more comfortable one, merely only wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. you shoved your phone into your back pocket and and shoved your hands into the sides of your hoodie and walked your way over to the main room.

when you arrived, you see the members that are grouped to be under taeyong standing around. you noticed that taeyong has yet to arrive. you see jeno hanging around the corner with jaemin. you headed over to them, since they’re the only ones you would consider close to. “mal! how was last night? did you have fun?” jeno asked, tilting his head and grinning widely with the smile of a cheshire cat. you furrowed your eyebrows and slapped his should, making him flinch back as he let out a hiss. jaemin looked at the both of you, confused. “what happened last night?” jaemin questioned you. you shook your head with a smile. “oh its nothing. i just played cod with mark last night.” you glared at jeno who still had his smile on. you rolled your eyes and folded your arms. just how does he know everything? you thought to yourself.

you heard the door open, revealing taeyong in a ravishingly beautiful slick black suit. you clicked your tongue in amusement as you eyed him. what’s the occasion for him to be dressing this good? “great everyone’s here. let’s walk through what’s going to happen tonight.” tonight? what is taeyong going to do? is this what he worked long hours for? you listened attentively as taeyong talked about the plan to the members. you were in awe. you weren’t mentioned in the whole plan at all. why did you have to be here? “this needs to be pulled off properly if we’re going to beat that shit. got it? mal, i just need you to stay with me.” taeyong said as he turned his head to the back to face you. you widened your eyes and nodded quickly. “we head out at 12am sharp.” with that, taeyong walked out of the room, leaving everyone to do their own things.

jaemin chuckled. “this is going to be fun.” jaemin said in a sing-song tone. “the fuck is so good about killing a bunch of people jaemin?” you took your phone out to check the time, realising that they had the meeting for four hours and its already 1 in the afternoon. “its the chaos that excites me.” jaemin winked at you, laughing sinisterly and shoved his hands in his trousers and walked out with his shoulders laid back. “he’s only being sadistic. its fine.” you looked at him with a weirded out face. he snorts and jerked your arm with his elbow. “chill m. he’s just joking with you.” members slowly started going out of the main area. you decided to hang out at the arcade area.

the whole day went by quick since you were on your phone the entire time and once it was beginning to get close to 12am. the place started to get hectic with everyone preparing their guns and maing sure they have everything ready before moving out. you however, were just waiting in the main area. you figured that everyone would gather there first so you decided to get your lazy ass out of the arcade room and to the main area.

one by one, members started coming in. you see everyone, including jeno and jaemin with a pistol in hand. you have handled those before but your aiming really sucked. no one in the gang can compare to taeyong's gun skills though. his precision is so good he can shoot someone right in the center of their forehead from such long distances. he liked using old fashioned guns that were different from what the others had since he was more comfortable with it.

by 12am sharp as promised, everyone has gathered in the main area.taeyong gave one last look to all the members and everyone nodded their heads and exited the room swiftly, leaving you, taeyong and jaehyun.

"jaehyun's going to drive us to the mansion. after that, im not letting you out of my sight. got it?" you hummed in response as the three of you proceeded as planned, getting in the car immediately after getting out of the hideout and headed to david chong's mansion.

when you arrived, the car was right in front of the entrance of the mansion. you look through the window andnoticed how extravagant it looked. it looked rich, like it costed millions of dollars, but that is what to be expected from a mafia boss who has money rolling in every second. taeyong asked you to stay put in the car while jaehyun and taeyong got out of the car to talk to the two security guards that were standing at two sides of the entrance and heavily armed with multiple guns strapped on their black vests. taeyong and jaehyun were being checked by the two security guards to avoid having any guns being pointed at david chong, well that made sense.

not long after, jaehyun opened the door of the car and taeyong stood in front of you before grabbing you by the arm and getting you out. you were being pulled to the entrance. the security guards immediately scanning you up and down. "the fuck you looking at my girlfriend for? she's unarmed dont worry." taeyong hissed at them, making them click their tongues and allowing you and teyong to enter, along with jaehyun following behind. did taeyong called you his girlfriend? well that was unexpected.

upon entry, you see a huge grand room which two large sets of stairs on either side, leading and connected together to the second floor, to which a old men stepped out of the shadows of the dimly lit room. "lee taeyong. been awhile since ive seen you in the mansion." taeyong only kept silent, his seemingly cold blooded gaze on david chong. right now, taeyong looked extremely intimidating. although you werent scared by him the first time you met him, this was different. it felt as thoug even his gaze can kill soeone out of fear.

"come back home, taeyong. ill take you under my wing again, and youll live the finest life ever." david chong said. you observed him closely. you thought he looked like those males that become more ugly the more they age. "like hell i would." taeyong said. suddenly, david chong's eyes turned to you. you widened your eyes in fear, but tried to look calm and collected. "who is this beautiful and precious young lady?" he tilted his head and the smiled widly. you were disgusted by the old man was eyeing you right now. taeyong puts a hand on your shoulder. "you remember her right? the girl that your snipers tried to get." the old man started to climb down the stairs. taeyong watching his every step. david chong eventually ended up standing in front of you.

"looking up close, she's more pretty than i thought. could be of use to me." the old man come up close to you, way too close. he placed his thumb on your chin, tilting your head up and he examined your face. your eyes went to taeyong, who instantly pulled you away from him, making you stand behind him. "dont fucking touch her." the old man responded with a loud chuckle. "protective as always. i really did raise you up well." david chong kept his eyes on you. you could tell that taeyong would have ripped his neck open by now, but he kept calm regardless of the overflowing rage at how close david was getting to you.

"how about this? lets arrange a deal." david said, folding his arms in front of him as he stood a foot away from taeyong, who only stared at him fiercely. "i have the girl, and you get your freedom." you widened your eyes, gaze immediately switching from david to taeyong, constantly going back and forth. you felt jaehyun's presense from behind coming closer. "so i dont need your ugly ass and your men tailing my every move if i let her be one your your billions of prostitutes." taeyong raised and eyebrow and laughed histerically, making him look the only crazy one in the room. his eyes grew dark soon after. "try that and you wont see the light of day. though i think today is the last time you ever will." taeyong's eyes glanced to the side where it was dark and in a split second, a gun slided on the floor from the darkness and was in taeyong's arm. immediately, all the members got out from lurking in the darkness, guns all pointed towards david. however, david's men, including bishop's group, appeared on the second floor.

you looked around you in shock, overwhelmed by how much has happened in the blink of an eye. you moved back slightly, feeling jaehyun's hand on your back which made you feel a little safe. you see taeyong pointing his gun towards david's head, to which david responded with a low chuckle. "what, you want to kill me? i have many gangs under me. i could get you devoured in a second." you hear jaehyun letting out a huff as a gun was tossed to him as well. "im not that dumb please."

taeyong wraped his arm around david's neck and turned around to face biship's gang at the second floor. "move and he dies." taeyong shouted, tightening his grip on david's neck. you could tell that bishop's gang members were irritated and taken aback by what taeyong did. taeyong gestured his head towards winwin, who the signalled his gang to go up to the second floor.

"drop your guns." winwin said to the group of men. they were about to put their guns on the floor when a bullet was fired at winwin's shoulder, who immediately whinced in pain. the whole room became a chaos as bishop's gang started to attack. you froze in fear. taeyong shot david in the leg and turned around to look at you. without realising, you see jaehyun on the floor with bishop's members surrounding him. one of the men grabbed you and placed your hands behind your back, tightening his grip. you stared at taeyong with widened eyes, too scared to do anything. you tried to get away from the man's grasp, but clrly you werent strong enough to go against him. you see someone coming up from behind taeyong. "taeyong behind you!" it was too late. taeyong was knocked down unconscious. "taeyong!" you cried out, trying you best to get to taeyong, but you couldnt. you cried as you saw taeyong's body fell to the ground. you realised jaehyun was unconscious as well. it didnt take long for them to knock you out soon after realising the situation you were in.

your eyes fluttered open. you tried to move but realised you were tied up with your hands behind your back and your legs tied together as well. you looked around, trying to process where you were at. it looked like a basement of some sort. the walls looked old and moldt and there was nothing else around you other than taeyong and jaehyun. you started wondering where your other members were at. you wiggled your way towards taeyong who's body was still and wasnt that far away from you. you tried to wake him up by bumping your head on his chest. it didnt take him long to wake up. "mal. fuck they caught us." taeyong muttered under breath as he woke jaehyun up by kicking jaehyun's leg. jaehyun looked around. you saw jaehyun's ear twitch suddenly. he leaned towards the door. "they're coming." jaehyun said. the room fell silent as the door flew open, revealing david alone, walking in. "look at you. i thought you were stronger than this taeyong." david bent down to meet taeyong's eye level. taeyong turned his head away.

"so whats it going to be? the girl, or you?" david walked over to you and grabbed you by the collar and lifted you up, his head getting close to your neck and he took in your scent. you bite your lip and tilted your head away, struggling to kick him away. "smells like money to me." david chuckled. taeyong and jaehyun both hissed at him like snakes. david acted scared, letting out a "woah." sarcastically. "you got one hour to decide. also.." bishop suddenly appeared at the entrance of the door and walked over to taeyong. "pleasure seeing you again." bishop said to taeyong. "to think you would be dumb enough to team up with david. go to hell." taeyong argued. "i thinnk youre the one going to hell, when i torture you to death." bihsop instantly pulls out a night and placed it at taeyong's neck. jaehyun tried to kick it away but to no avail. "im having him torture you while you decide. have fun." with that, david dropped you back to the ground, and left the room. you heard him lock it, just great.

"now, what are we going to do with you three?" bishop romved the knife from taeyong's neck and circled around the three of you. "all we wanted to do was take david's money and bring him to the police for fuck sake." taeyong said as he rolled his eyes. "you shouldnt let me know your plan, idiot." bishop commented when he stopped behind you, pulling your hair, making you whince. "tell me, you ever had sex before?" your raised an eyebrow and kept your mouth shut. "not going to reply i see." out of nowhere, bishop connected his lips with yours and tried kissing you, but you didnt let him, still struggling to get out of his grasp. "get away from her!" taeyong shouted as jaehyun kicked bishop in the stomach with his legs. you fell down and coughed in disgust. bishop laughed, standing up and squat down infront of you. you spit in his face and stared him in the eyes. "fiesty. i see why david could have fun with her." bishop whispered. the only thing you could think about was how furious taeyong looked, his eyes burning in anger.

"well, i didnt come here to torture taeyong so, ill be on my way now." bishop suddenly carried you bridal style. you screamed taeyong and jaehyun's names as you were being carried way from them and out of the room. taeyong looked into your eyes, nodding his head as to signal that you will be fine, and that he'll find a way to get to you. you could only trust him when the door closed, removing taeyong and jaehyun out of your sight.

you didnt know where you being being carried to. you tried to stay calm, but your breathing was completely unstable. bishop noticed how you were acting. "calm down, im only keeping you for myself, i only worked with david to get my hands on you." bishop opened a door and entered the room. it was a bedroom, a good looking one at that, fitting the theme of the whole mansion. "what are you going to do with me?" you asked him, your voice cracking. bishop throws you on the bed and gets on top of you, you shivered as his hand touched your cheek, admirj g your face. "you'll find out soon, love." with that, bishop gets off the bed and walked out the room and locked you in. you looked around, trying to find any possible way to escape. there wasnt a window to escape through and you were unable to come uo with any ideas. you cried as you hugged yourself on the bed, you didnt know what to do. you were away from taeyong. who knows what could happen to you. you cried and cried till your eyes became dry and extemely red.

bishop hasnt come back for awhile now. you closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing, taking in deep breathes to try and calm yourself down, though it was very difficult. you didnt realise you were crying too much to the point where you fell asleep.

you woke up. you werent in the room this time. you looked around, you looked to be in a car. you turned to the front to see jaehyun and taeyong in the front seats, with taeyong driving. "great youre awake. we're heading home, not the hideout though." taeyong said with a monotoned voice. how did you get out? did you fell unconscious or something? you were in bishop's room the last time you were awake. you fell asleep again, too tired to think or even bother to ask yourself questions.

soon, you felt arms carrying you out the car. you fluttered your eyes open to meet taeyong's. he placed a soft kiss at the top fo your head. taeyong carried you to a rundown looking house. the wood on the walls were filled with mold, but it appeared to still be a suitabe place for a hideout. you were placed on a bed and taeyong sat down beside you. he hugged you tightly, and you hugged him back, fully embracing his presence. he plants soft kisses on your neck. you pulled yourself closer to him. "is everyone safe?" you asked with eyes of concern.taeying pulled away from you and smiled softly. "everyone is fine, a few wounded but the doctors are handling that." taeyong pulled you in your a kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, while his was placed securedly on your waist. taeyong pulled away and sighed. "im sorry i couldnt protect you." taeyong whispered as he grabbed your hands and places them both on your lap, rubbing your skin lightly with his thumb. you layed a kiss on the side of his lips. "its fine, i was scared, but i knew you would come for me." you smiled softly, trying not to break down again in front of taeyong to make him feel worse.

"i love you." taeyong said. you widened your eyes. "you do?" taeyong hummed and nodded his head in response. you placed your forehead against his. "so we arent friends with benefits?" you asked him again. taeyong gave you wierded out look. "since when were we friends with benefits. i thought you knew that i liked you." you chuckled softly. "you should know youre the kind of person that cant express his feelings well." you commented. taeyong only frowned, to which to kissed it away. "ill keep you safe from now on, no matter what. losing me is better than losing you." taeyong hugged you once again.

after that crazy experience you had, you learned a few things. one, that taeyong was now yours. you didnt have to hide your feelings for him, and the members were apparently happy for you two. well, taeyong would propably rage if anyone opposed it anyways. and two, that you were able to trust taeyong full heartedly. with his strength, you know that he would do anything to keep you safe.

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kateneedscoffee · 3 years

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Break My Heart

Synopsis: Falling in love with your best friend hurts even though they don’t feel the same way

Requested: No

Pairings: Any character you like x gn!reader

(y/c/n)= Your character name

words= thoughts

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, and cussing (or if you’re sensitive about your height)

Author’s Note: This is my first ever fic, so please bear with me.

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Today is the day that I tell them about my feelings, the feelings I've had for so long. Ever since the day met.....

This is nice. The atmosphere was peaceful, with some people sipping their morning coffee and reading the daily newspaper. And here I was reading my book.

I was too busy reading my book and I didn’t even notice the figure in front on me. They knocked on the table, gaining my attention.

“Hey”, they said “do you mind if I sit here? There’s some people that I don’t feel comfortable in here and there’s no more empty seats.”

“Sure”. I said. They pulled out the chair and sat down. I inspected them, a habit of mine as a child, they look friendly, and I didn’t sense any harm in them. But, one thing caught my eye, they were beautiful/handsome. They were dressed as a model. Their hair neatly combed and it looks fluffy to the touch.

“Like what you see?” a small smirk on their perfect features.

“S-s-sorry! I didn't mean to stare.” Feeling my face turn red. A laugh erupted from them. “You’re fine, hun. I get this a lot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, so many people will stare at me cause of how I'm dressed or ‘how beautiful I am.’ Mimicking the parentheses.

“Well, you are beautiful coming from a stranger that you just met.” you said. pointing a finger at your chest.

“I’m (y/c/n)” holding out their hand.

“I’m (y/n)” taking their hand.

And that’s how our friendship started...

They should be here by now. Sitting on one of the tables, looking for them. I’ve told them to come meet me at the new boba place, that’s just open up a few days ago. There weren’t that many people in the food court, some families here and there, some couples holding hands, or some people just want to walk around and do some shopping. Maybe I should text them. Sighing, I brought out my phone and tapped on their contact.

You: Hey, where are you? I’m near the place where we should have met up 10min ago.

Looking up from my phone, and seeing the crowd was twice the size as before.

Them: IMSORRY!!!!!! MY BOSS SAID HE NEEDED ME FOR A MINUTE AND IT TURNED OUT AN HOUR. IM COMING RIGHT NOW.

You: Please hurry. The crowd is getting bigger and I don’t think I could survive here😞

Them: STAY PUT. AND DON’T WONDER OFF SOMEWHERE. OR I HAVE TO GO TO THE FRONT DESK AND SAY IVE LOST MY CHILD.

You: Shut up

Them: I love teasing you😁

I smiled at the last text message from them. Deciding to play some games on your phone to pass some time.

After a few rounds of winning and losing. You've felt a hand on your shoulder. Startling you, you give out a small screech. A loud laugh coming from the culprit that startled you. A few people turned their hands, wondering what’s happening.

“YOU SCARED ME!!!! I WAS THIS CLOSE FROM THROWING HANDS.”

“YEAH RIGHT. YOU CANT EVEN REACH MY HEIGHT.” Having to clutch their stomach from laughing too hard. Putting your head down the table, trying to hide the blush on your face.

“Okay, okay, okay, i’m sorry for making fun of your height. Can my friend please come out? Ill pay for the boba for running late and making fun of you” (y/c/n) says hoping to bring your spirits up.

By lifting your head up and agreeing to the offer. Getting up from your seat and walked to the boba station.There’s now a short line. You looked at (y/c/n) more closely, seeing them in their work outfit with sightly messed up hair, probably from running to get here, and some expensive sunglasses you’ve got them on their birthday.

When done ordering your drinks and (y/c/n) pays them. Walking away from the station. Sipping your drink and made a content noise. “That good, huh?” Nodding your head. They chuckled and took a sip from their drink. “Your right, it’s good” Taking another sip from their drink.

“Hey, do you want to go to the arcade? It should be downstairs, if I remember right.” Scratching behind their neck.

“Sure, but don’t you have work tomorrow? I don't want you to get yelled at your boss for being late.” Remembering from last month event.

“Nope,” popping the ‘p’. “I’m off tomorrow.” “Cool, that means you get to hang out with me.” “I sure do.” A smile adorning their features.

Walking down the stairs and taking a few turns to arrive at the arcade. We’ve finished our drinks at the time and threw them down the trash before going inside and order some coins to play with the games.

“Hey, do you want to play some air hockey? I’ll give you 3 candy bars if you win” (y/c/n) smirked. Pride swelling up in their chest.

“And if you win?” “You’ll buy me some more boba” You thought it over, a small smile creeping up your face “deal”.

When walking in and found a few kids were playing and decided to call out saying can we go next. They shooked their heads, “Nah, you old hags can wait after we’re done or decide to call winner?”, one of them piped up. “How about this, us vs. you?” (y/c/n) said. They've turned their head towards you, waiting for your response. Forgetting the deal, and agree to take on the group of children’s challenge.

“(Y/N), you go first and take these damn children down.” Giving you the striker and put some of our coins in the slot. The table was blowing up with air.

“Ready to go down, midget?” placing the puck down and giving you a glare.

“Oh, you are on you demon”

He hit the puck and it went inside my slot. Shocked over came you and it quickly disappear. “So, that's how you want to play, huh?” Getting the pluck out and hitting the exact force and speed to went inside his slot. “You’re going to wish that you never made a deal with us.” A evil smile that betrayed your innocence.

After winning the match against the children and we've bought some ice cream for them as a ‘good game’.

It was dark, when heading out of the mall due to the winter hours.

“Those kids made a mistake by challenging us.” (y/c/n) says, by putting both of their arms behind their neck and giving out a stretch.

“yeah”, too busy thinking on how to properly say your confession.

Noticing your odd behavior and stopped in front of you.”Is something wrong? Your not sick are you?” they said, voiced with concern. Putting a hand on your forehead to feel your temperature.

“I’m fine, I need to tell you something first though.” Swatting their hand away lightly. Im going to do it. Right here. Right now.

“Sure, tell me what’s on your mind.” Their full attention on you.

Taking a deep breath, and to relax your mind from racing. You cleared your throat and looked up at them.

“I like you. I like because you always stick by my side. I like you teasing me, no matter if it’s about my height or not. I like you, no matter if you look like a hot mess in the morning or if have drool on your face. I like you because you’re so nice to me and you always take care of me when I'm sick. I like you-”

“STOP,” startling you out of your confession. “Just stop, it was very sweet of you to say that to me, but I don't feel the same way about you. Im sorry.” Looking at you, see your head bowed down.

“(y/n), are you okay?”

Lifting your head up. A few tears streaming down your face. You quickly wiped them with your sleeve. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” Another tear fell down without you noticing, (y/c/n) tried to wiped it with their sleeve, but you quickly flinched from their touch.

“Please, don’t touch me. Or else i’m going to cry even more.” You whispered.

Quickly nodding at your words turning their back at you, you spoke up again. “Can you please do something for me, though?”, you said.

They've turned at you and nodded, and you grabbed their hand. Placing it on top of your heart. “Break my heart. Say that I’m just a friend to you, please”

“You’re just a friend to me. Like a little sister.” After those words, you released their arm and walked past them. Tears rolling down your face, quietly whispering, “Thank you, for being my friend.”

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A/N: Wahhh, this broke my heart and I was thinking about this before typing it down. Sorry, if there’s spelling or grammar errors. My English is not very good. I hope you guys liked it tho.

#kuroo angst #kuroo tetsuro x reader #sakusa kyoomi x reader #any person you like #any character #fanfic #natewantstobattle #battle boys #natemare

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ikemencrossedmyth · 4 years

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Fury Chapter 2

Pairing: Comte x reader

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Summary: You head into town and run into the men from yesterday, who are determined to get their money’s worth from you.

Rating: 18+

Count: 5,709

Warnings: violence, assault, blood

[AO3]

Part 1

Art was made by @nan-chi

Chapter 2: The Beginning of a Tragedy

“Maybe we’ll see you around town mademoiselle”.

“I don’t believe so Monsieur”, you replied.

The men watched as you and Comte walked away from them, heading deeper into the city. The taller man chuckled to himself,

“Looks like that crazy man was right, Jacques. He knew exactly when that girl would show up.”

“Of course! I told you that he was legitimate, Pierre. Now that you understand that his information is valid, can we please get on with getting our money back?!”

He looked up at Pierre, exasperated that they had to waste this time to prove that his information was genuine.

“Now, he said that every day the girl heads into town to shop. Specifically, she always seems to buy baguettes.” Jacques said.

Pierre looked down at his friend, confused and clueless.

“What does that matter? Who cares if she buys bread? What about our damn money?!”

“Pierre, you’re an idiot. Tomorrow she will be going to the new bakery at the far side of the city. He made sure of it. As long as we know that she will be at that bakery, we know we can get compensated. One way…or another”, he smirked.

His eyes glistened with his ill intentions for the little lady. Pierre nodded in understanding, an evil grin creeping upon his face. He loosened his collar and snickered,

“I can’t fucking wait”.

The Next Morning

You woke up early every day to help Sebastian with preparing breakfast. You sat up and felt your body ache all over. A chill passed through your body.

“Oh no, I can’t be getting sick!”, you thought to yourself.

After denying that you were getting sick yesterday, you were determined to continue working, and hopefully Comte would not notice. If he did, you knew that he would make you stay in bed all day. Quietly, you crept back to your room, and prepared for what you knew would be a long day. Especially with how crummy you felt.

Before leaving your room, you looked yourself over in the mirror to make sure that you didn’t look too sick. Your hair was pulled away from your face, as the rest cascaded down your back. You were wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt, tucked into a maroon skirt. You lay your hands flat on the front of your skirt, pressing out any remaining wrinkles. Forcing a smile, you nodded to yourself before heading out of your room. You headed down to the kitchen, where Sebastian had already began cooking the pancakes that Theo basically worshiped. Your first task was always to prepare the rouge. After that, you pulled out the rest of the ingredients for breakfast and began to prep them for Sebastian. You then set the table and headed back to help him with the little that remained. You could hear some of the residents making their way towards the dining table.

Normally you would see Theo with Vincent, as they usually never missed breakfast. But this morning, Theo was alone.

“Where’s Vincent? Is he feeling unwell?”

“He’s fine Hondje, he’s just finishing a painting for that stupid playwright he calls a friend.”

At the mention of William, your heart jolted. You had just met the man yesterday, the experience wasn’t terrible, except for Comte getting upset. And yet, by hearing his name, you felt an apprehension that you could not describe. An uneasiness swirled around in your mind. The chatter of the other residents broke you out of your thoughts. As breakfast finished, you cleared the table and helped Sebastian tidy up. Preparing for breakfast was not a strenuous task, but today, you could feel a throbbing pain that was beginning to take hold in your muscles. Unconsciously, you let out a little groan. Sebastian looked over to you.

“Comte told me yesterday that you may have gotten sick. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. Comte is just being a bit overprotective, you know how he is” you said as you smiled at Sebastian.

“You know, he would be very upset if something happened to you. If you need to rest, then please, take the remainder of the day off in your room. I can take care of the shopping in town.”

“Sebastian”, you huffed, “It’s okay, I’ll be fine. If I start to feel absolutely terrible, I will take your advice and rest. How does that sound?”

Sebastian knew that you could be so ridiculously stubborn. He sighed resignedly, “Very well, _____”

Once the cleanup for breakfast was over, it was already afternoon and time for you to head into town to get the ingredients. As you reached the top of the stairs, your muscles began to burn and you felt a flash of cold hit your skin. You could already tell that by tomorrow you would definitely be sick. “Okay, tomorrow I will definitely have to take the day off, but today should be fine for me to keep working.” You thought to yourself. As you were nearing your door, you heard a noise come from behind you. You turned around and saw that Vincent was coming out of his room. He was carrying a small painting that was draped in a white cloth.

“Vincent, I missed you at breakfast this morning.” You said.

“Sorry _____, I was finishing a painting for William that I absolutely want to get to him today. I am actually heading out right now to give it to him. I promise I will be at breakfast tomorrow though.” Vincent said as he smiled sweetly. He really was the angel of the mansion. His gentle voice and nature always set a calming presence in whatever situation he found himself in.

You began to smile at Vincent, but then let out a terribly loud sneeze. This was the mother of all sneezes. The sneeze that makes people want to keep 20 feet back. It sounded like an elephant taking down a velociraptor. You and Vincent just stared wide eyed at each other in complete silence.

“Oh God, please kill me now!” you thought. How embarrassing, and especially in front of Vincent! Vincent’s smile widened, he had never heard anyone, especially a woman, sneeze like that. Women of the past were not as boisterous, but he liked that about you.

“_____, if you are not feeling well, I can tell Sebastian on my way out. I’m sure he would be more than okay with you relaxing and getting some sleep. Please, I don’t want you to get sick.”

Ugh, could Vincent be any sweeter? This angel was really not going to mention the deafening sneeze-roar that you just unleashed? You smiled weakly at him, “Vincent, it’s okay. I’m just going to get some stuff done and then I’ll rest.” You turned around and rushed to your room, mortified of what just happened. You slipped inside, leaned back, and rested your head on the door.

“Why me? Why is it always me?” you pondered aloud. Well there was no taking it back, at least Vincent was nice about it. You went to your dresser and pulled out the money and list, getting ready to head into the town.

Vincent lightly chuckled to himself as he saw you rushing away. He turned on his heels and quickly made his way downstairs. Sebastian was making his way out of the kitchen as Vincent came to the bottom of the stairs.

“Sebastian, could I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course, Vincent, how can I help?” Sebastian asked.

“I just spoke to _____, and she appears to be very sick. I told her that you would be okay with her resting. She is in her room right now.” Vincent said.

“Thank goodness, I thought nothing would get her to go to her room.” Sebastian said. “Thank you very much Vincent.”

“You are very welcome Sebastian.” Vincent said. With a smile, Vincent left the mansion.

Sebastian then began to prepare to head into town. He had given you the list yesterday, but he did not want to disturb you in your room. He headed back into the kitchen to see what was missing and make a new list.

It’s interesting how fate works out sometimes. If he had waited a couple seconds longer, he would have seen you come down the stairs and out the door, making your way into town.

Sebastian finished the list after a couple minutes of quick inventory of the kitchen. Leonardo strolled leisurely into the kitchen with a cigarillo in his mouth.

“Sebas, I’m running low on my smokes. Do you have any more for me?” he asked.

“Yes Leonardo, right here.” Sebastian opened the top cupboard and pulled out box of fresh cigarillos and handed them to Leonardo.

“That is the last box Leonardo.”

Leonardo eyed the list on the counter.

“Could you have _____ pick up a couple of boxes when she goes into town today?”

“I am actually about to go into town right now. She got sick yesterday and is in her room resting.” Sebastian said.

“Ah, I see, well thanks for the cigarillos Sebas.”

“You are most welcome Leonardo.”

Sebastian grabbed some money and his new list and left out the front door into town.

Leonardo was languidly walking to his room, to put away his new box of cigarillos. He was passing by Comte’s room and saw the door was open.

“Hey, you know that _____ is sick? Did she say anything to you? She looked fine at breakfast.” Leonardo said.

Comte sucked his teeth at Leonardo, “I knew she was sick, but she denied it yesterday. I saw that she was shivering as we came back from town. I’m going to go talk with Sebastian and tell him she will be doing no more work until she is better.”

“No need for that, she is already resting in her room. Sebas just left to town.”

Comte smiled at his old friend, “Thank you for telling me Leonardo.”

“Whatever, I just know how you get about _____.” Leonardo smiled.

Leonardo walked away to his room as Comte continued with the mountain of paperwork that he desperately needed to finish.

Little did everyone know that a huge misunderstanding had occurred at the mansion. No one knew of the danger that awaited you in the great city of Paris.

The afternoon sun shone on your skin with a welcome heat. The warm rays kissed your face and warmed your body as you made your way through town. You stopped by several different shops in the bustling city, trying to get everything on the list so you could make it back in time for dinner. The last stop was the bakery.

As always, you purchased a couple baguettes for dinner. It was always on the menu. Traveling to the past, you could almost see why the French Revolution came about because of a shortage of bread. The stuff was a staple in everyone’s home. You entered the bakery and walked up to the counter.

“I would like three baguettes Monsieur.” You asked politely.

“Oh, _____ I thank you for your repeated patronage, but unfortunately, we are all out of bread.”

“What? How is it that you are already out of bread?” you asked.

“Well you see, we received a large donation from a local writer, and in return, we were asked that all our available bread be given to the local orphanage for their lunch. It was such a kind request from a generous person, there was no way we could turn it down. And to top it off, he’s British! I know we don’t usually get along with the English, but this Monsieur really went out of his way to show kindness to those in our community who are less fortunate.” The baker said.

“Wow, that is amazing! I’m shocked to think that one man could have bread brought to an entire orphanage. He must be a very noble man.” You said.

“Well, not exactly. I’ve been seeing him a lot in the pub across the street.” The baker said.

“He must be talking about Arthur.” You thought. You knew that Arthur was well off and the idea that he would dedicate such a kind act to children made you feel more fondness for the writer. But you couldn’t stand here and dwell on Arthur, you had to get back to the mansion.

“We are currently preparing more bread if you wish to wait.” The baker said.

“I wish I could, but I can’t. I have to get back in time for dinner.” You said.

Your head was starting to pound at this point. You knew for sure that when you got back you were going to take a nice hot bath and then sleep the night away. This was the last stop and you were hoping to get back soon. You kicked yourself mentally for not buying the bread earlier. You usually left the bread for last, because you wanted it to be as fresh out of the bakery as possible for the residents. The baker looked at her.

“You know, the new bakery that just opened up should have baguettes available. They are much bigger than us, so they should definitely have some left!”

“That’s right! I went there yesterday. But even then, they were low on bread.” You said.

“Well, from what I heard, they were also asked to donate bread yesterday. But considering they are a bigger shop; they still had some left over.”

“Thank you so much, I’ll head there immediately!” you said.

You left the bakery and began to walk quickly towards the other bakery. The afternoon was drawing to a close, and you did not want to get caught in the cold afternoon as the sun was beginning to set.

You finally reached the bakery and headed inside. Walking up to the counter, you purchased your bread, the final ingredient on the list. Now it was time for you to head back to the mansion and rest. You left the bakery and began your journey back to the mansion. The aching feeling in your muscles began to grow, as you forced one foot in front of the other. You opened and closed your hands, in an attempt to warm them. The sun had just set behind the horizon. It’s light beginning to fade. In your haze, you did not notice the two sets of eyes staring at you, waiting for the opportunity that had been laid in their lap.

“There she is Jacques!” Whispered Pierre. “Let’s get her.”

“No, wait till she is a bit closer to the alley, then grab her, cover her mouth, and pull her in.” Jacques said.

You were walking closer to the old brick building, trying to not get in the way of the pedestrians and carriages that were on the road. As you crossed the alley, a set of hands shot out of the dark. One hand around your waist, and the other clamped tightly around your mouth.

Your heart rate quickened; panicked you tried to resist, but the arms were too strong as they pulled you further and further from the noisy street. Tears pricked your eyes and you struggled to break free from your assailant. His arm was crushing your ribs, as he pressed you to him, while dragging you into the dark and musty alley. You dug your heels into the ground, trampling over your skirt. You tried to flail your body, anything you could do to get free. You could hear another voice, another man.

You recognized that voice, and you felt your blood run cold. Not from a fever, but from pure fear. Your body began to shake. Your breathing escalated as your heart began to pump fast. It was the two men from yesterday. Your mind raced, looking for any opportunity to escape or to call for help.

“This was too easy Jacques” Pierre said as he smiled smugly.

“Ha! Of course, I told you that Will wouldn’t cheat us.” Jacques said. “I fucking hate the English, but that guy is alright in my book. I mean, he even bought all that fucking bread.” He laughed.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t want to believe it. Were they talking about William Shakespeare? The man you had met just yesterday, it couldn’t be. You didn’t want to think that a man that Comte associated with would be capable of doing something like this. But all the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. It wasn’t Arthur that the baker was talking about, it was William. William Shakespeare was the cause of the situation you were in. William was the puppet master to your misfortune. It was as if the threads of your fate were handed to him, and he wielded your life like a game.

Jacques proceeded to pull out a knife and waved it in front of your face. He pressed the cool flat of the blade against your face.

“If you make any loud noise, I will not hesitate to slice you open, you got it? The fucking moment I hear any attempt for help, I’m going to gut you.”

You nodded as tears streamed down your face. Your mouth trembled as Pierre released you into Jacques arms. Jacques looked at Pierre.

“Go guard the entrance to the alley.” With those orders, Pierre began to walk away, leaving you alone with his friend. Jacques looked you up and down.

“Pay me back the money you owe. Either you pay or Comte de Saint Germain pays.”

Your stomach turned. He knew who Comte was all along. Yesterday’s game of calling him her benefactor was just a joke. This whole time they knew.

“I don’t have any money.” You choked out. You could not stop crying as your voice was quivering with fear.

“I was hoping you would say that.” His smile was evil, pure evil. “If you can’t pay with money, then you will pay another way. One way that will show Comte the error of his ways.”

With those final words, he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you into the side of the brick building. The pounding in your head increased tenfold. You could no longer see straight. Your world was spinning as your head felt like it had been split open in two. Trying to regain your senses, you looked at the stocky man as his leering smile held nothing but contempt for your predicament. The area where he smashed your head against the rough brick was bleeding profusely. It trickled down your face and onto your blouse, staining the white fabric into a deep crimson. The spot on your blouse began to grow, as the blood continued to flow from your wound. The man proceeded to pull his knife back up to your face and traced it down to your neck. He began to cut the buttons off your blouse, working his way down to your skirt.

“No way, this can’t be happening!”

He lowered his head to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. His tongue ran from the base of your neck, over his fingers and up to the shell of your ear. You were struggling to breath, as his fingers were still held tight against your throat. The tears in your eyes were flowing freely and every colour was beginning to blur into the next. He was barely allowing you small gasps of air. He relished the struggle and the ‘prize’ that he had won.

You knew that it was now or never, that even if it meant getting hurt more, you needed to call for help. Anything to get the attention of the people on the main street.

At that moment, there was a loud commotion on the main street. It sounded like a street performer had captured an audience and you could hear that the people were beginning their uproar.

Jacques looked towards the commotion.

There it is, your one and only opportunity.

You kicked Jacques as hard as you can straight in the crotch. He keeled over and screamed out in pain. His scream alone captured the attention of some people. You took a huge gulp of much needed air, and with all your strength, you screamed into the wind, you screamed to anyone that would be willing to listen to your pleas of rescue.

Sebastian was making his way to the new bakery. He couldn’t believe that the regular bakery was out of bread, but he couldn’t deny that they were out of bread for a good reason. The baker had also told him of the benefactor that had donated bread to the orphanage. The last item on the list was some baguettes, and then he would be on his way home.

He picked up the pace as he neared the bakery. He turned the corner and he could see the bakery at the end of the block. On the right-hand side of the street there was a large group gathered around a young man who looked to be selling something to a group of people on the streets. Snake oil salesman have always been a business, no matter what time period, but it seemed like this man had captivated the people as they marveled at whatever gadget he was showing.

Sebastian wanted to get a closer look, as the crowd kept getting larger and larger around the man, but that was when he heard your scream. A blood curdling scream for help rang out as Sebastian whirled around, trying to pinpoint where the scream was coming from.

Why is she here? Isn’t she supposed to be at home?

Sebastian ran towards your voice, his heart pounding in his chest. He began to sweat as he feared the worst. He came to the alley that Pierre had been guarding. Pierre now had his back turned to Sebastian, as he heard his friend scream in pain, and then your accompanying shouts.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Pierre yelled at you. Sebastian took the opportunity to knock Pierre in the back of the head. Pierre turned around and took a swing at Sebastian. He dodged the punch with a swift step to the side and gave Pierre a nasty uppercut to his chin. As Pierre crumbled to the ground, Sebastian ran forward to where Jacques was still curled on the ground, with you still struggling to catch your breath. Sebastian took in your appearance, your cut blouse, the blood running down your face and onto your chest. The dirt and grime of the alley was evident on your skirt. Sebastian neared you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You looked at Sebastian with tears in your eyes and threw yourself into his arms. Sebastian gripped you as you began to sink back to the ground, your blood staining his clothes.

“No, we have to get out of here _____. We have to get back to the mansion. Can you stand, we need to move quickly.”

You nodded weakly and leaned on Sebastian to stand. Sebastian was right, this was your sole opportunity to escape. The men were temporarily incapacitated, and once they regained their senses, there was no telling what would happen. You grabbed Sebastian’s hand and you both began to run. The sun had already set, and there was even less light in the dusk that surrounded you both. Sebastian was pulling you towards the entrance of the alley, near the main street. Pierre was still on the ground moaning in pain, but he saw you and Sebastian. He lurched forward to try to grab you, but Sebastian quickly putting his hand around your waist, pulled you into his side and avoided Pierre.

“Get that bitch! Don’t let them get away Pierre!”

You and Sebastian looked back to see that Jacques was still cradling his crotch where you had kicked him, but he was looking at you and Sebastian. His eyebrows were creased in anger. Pierre stood up and held his head where Sebastian had attacked him. He took a couple wobbly steps towards you two.

“We need to leave NOW!” Sebastian shouted.

The main street had cleared out in the amount of time that it took Sebastian to find and rescue you. There were only a few people scattered about, as the crowd that was just present had seemingly disappeared. This left the streets clear for you both to sprint back to the mansion.

The cold air was now burning your lungs as you struggled to breath and keep up with Sebastian. You had been running for what felt like ages. Your legs were threatening to give out underneath you as your pace began to slow. It was becoming increasingly painful to run and you could feel yourself close to passing out. You were losing a lot of blood from the deep wound on your pounding head. You turned around to look behind you, and to your terror, you could see that Pierre was following, trying to catch up through the pain of his tussle with Sebastian.

“Sebastian! He’s following us!” you cried.

Sebastian looked back to see that indeed Pierre was getting closer, as he couldn’t move as fast because of your injury and the fever that was now taking hold of your weakened body. The mansion was near, and Sebastian knew that if you didn’t pick up the pace that Pierre would definitely catch up. He bent over and with one hand on your back and the other behind your knees, he lifted you up in his arms and began to swiftly run back to the mansion. You grabbed at your blouse, attempting to keep it closed as your vision began to fade and your breathing became more ragged. You could hear the footsteps behind Sebastian getting closer. Fear seized your heart; he was catching up to you.

Pierre could see you two running up to the mansion. He knew that if you both got inside, that his opportunity to get you would slip away. He pushed a little harder, knowing that he just needed a couple more feet to close the gap between the two of you.

He reached out and grabbed Sebastian’s coat and dragged all of you to the ground. You went tumbling out of Sebastian’s arms and rolled into the dirt. You quickly pushed yourself up from the ground to see Pierre pummeling into Sebastian on the ground beneath him. The door to the mansion was only about 20 feet away. You knew that if you could get one of the vampires to notice, that they could save Sebastian.

You got up and ran the few feet to the door, practically knocking it open and began to scream for help, but not before you heard the running of footsteps behind you, causing you to turn to look back outside, only to come face to face with Pierre, seething with anger as he closed the short distance between you two, tackling you to the ground just inside the door.

Inside the mansion, it was nearing dinner time, but Sebastian had not made his way back from town. Some of the residents were already in the dining room, as they were used to every night. Comte had made his way into the dining room to see some of his residents chatting, while others were sitting at the dining room table.

“That’s odd, where’s Sebastian?” he thought.

It was at that moment that all the vampires stopped talking, it was as if all at once, they sensed something.

“Do you smell that?” Arthur asked.

It was a smell that they were all too familiar with, the sweet smell of blood. But this was different, there was a lot of it, more than their usual dose of rouge with dinner.

BANG!

They all heard the front door forced open and then a shrill scream.

“HELP! PLEASE ANYONE HELP ME!”

All the residents were immediately on alert.

Comte would recognize your voice anywhere, but weren’t you supposed to be resting in your room? He ran to the entrance of the mansion, along with the rest of the residents. He could hear your screams and cries of pain, making him move faster towards the door.

Arriving at the foyer, Comte laid eyes on Pierre. He had straddled your waist after he had tackled you to the ground. He was punching you in the face and chest, as you raised your arms and hands to protect yourself from his blows.

It was in that moment, that time stood still. Comte had never felt the emotion that suddenly came over him. Sure, he had been angry in the past, but since becoming a nobleman, he had learned and accepted the mannerisms of nobility. But in this instance, all customs and courtesy were out the window. He felt an extreme anger flow through his veins. How could this have happened to you? He remembered your words from yesterday.

“With you by my side, nothing is going to happen to me, I trust you.”

You had said those words with a brilliant smile on your face. You had trusted him to keep you safe. He felt all self-control leave his body. His rage boiling over, and he eyed his target: Pierre. The lesser vampires were getting ready to attack, but the pure blood vampires were next to you in an instant.

Comte was using all his instincts as a vampire, all in an effort to end this unjust punishment that was being hurled at your fragile body. The body that had woken up this morning in his safe embrace and was now being assaulted and marred. The smell of your blood permeated the air and hung like a heavy curtain around the vampires. In any other instance, the smell of your blood may have been enticing. But the reality of the moment was that this blood was not given willingly, it was taken from you by the actions of lesser men. Your blood was a staunch reminder that he had indeed failed to keep you, the love of his life, safe.

Comte grabbed Pierre by the back of his neck and launched him off you in one swift move. The only thing he could think about was protecting you. He threw Pierre’s body like a rag doll, landing outside.

Leonardo moved like a flash of lightning after Pierre, while Comte knelt beside your injured body. He could now see your injuries more clearly. There were bruises on your neck from being choked, the wound of your head still had blood trickling down to your exposed chest. He noted how your blouse had been cut down to your skirt. Your blood and tear stained face brought a feeling of guilt over Comte. He was supposed to guard you and yet here you lay on the ground, in agony. He pulled you close to him by your waist. In your panic, you could not tell that Comte was there. You thrashed your arms and legs hysterically, trying to remove your attacker.

“_____, it’s me. Please ma Cherie, look at me.” He held you close to his chest, stopping all your movements. You could smell his familiar scent and looked up to his face. Comte looked down at you with sadness and regret in his eyes. You began to cry violently, your body shaking as you clung to Comte.

“Sebastian! Please help him, he is outside on the ground!”, you whimpered.

The other vampires quickly made their way outside, where Leonardo was making quick work of Pierre. Sebastian lay on the ground passed out a few feet away. A mixture of his and your blood covered his clothes, but the blood on his face was solely his, a result of the injuries Pierre had given him.

Comte picked you up and held you close to his body as you clutched your blouse closed with one hand. He stood in the entry way and faced outside to where the rest of the vampires were.

Arthur was hovering over Sebastian, examining his injuries. Arthur began giving orders to Jean and Dazai to bring a plank on which to transport Sebastian and to grab a medical bag in his room. Comte said a silent prayer of thanks that Arthur had the medical skills to help him.

Comte furrowed his brows at the scene before him. You lay weak and covered in blood, dirt, and bruises, in his arms. Sebastian was passed out with blood on his face and clothes as well. Leonardo had beaten Pierre to a pulp, leaving him a whimpering mess on the ground.

“How could this have happened? Why?” he whispered more to himself than to anyone else.

“It was William Shakespeare, he set it up to where I would meet those two drunkards from yesterday, but Sebastian just happened by and saved me. If it wasn’t for him, who knows where I would be right now.” You said to him, your voice raspy and straining.

Vincent felt the colour drain from his cheeks.

“William? HE did this? No, it can’t be!” he thought as he held his head in his hands.

Theo’s faced twisted into a scowl upon hearing William’s name come from your mouth.

“I knew he was a good for nothing! He will pay for this.”

Arthur snapped his head in your direction when he heard.

“Quite frankly, he’s the type of fellow I’d rather not involve myself with.” He muttered under his breath.

He knew that William was an odd chap, and there were rumors spreading that he would often find himself in questionable situations, all for the sake of his tragedies.

The vampires were furious, they could not fathom that someone would try to hurt you, much less someone that they knew. But none were as upset as Comte. He felt his body grow hot, as the blood running through his veins became like venom, poisoning his mind at the thought of what he would to do William when he got a hold of him. What he wouldn’t do to the man that had caused you such suffering. There was only one emotion that Comte could use to define his unrelenting wrath: Fury.

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Surprise in Store

This is a short meet-not-so-cute dedicated to @teddyshoney for the Glee Potluck Big Bang Fic Exchange, based on the Tumblr prompt “You wore a red shirt to Target and got mistaken for an employee”. I hope you like it, sweetie :-)

A big thank you, as always, to my wonderful beta @hkvoyage

Also on AO3 and FF.net.

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“Hey, you!”

Blaine, who was comparing two varieties of coin cell batteries, winced at the shrill yelling. He hastened to put the smaller pack back on the shelf and get away from the loud lady.

A hand grabbed his arm and yanked him back. “Hey! Don’t you run away! My daughter just vomited over there. Clean it up before someone walks through it!”

Blaine gaped at the woman, struck speechless.

“Well, don’t just stand there, you moron! Get to it! Seriously, the idiots they have working here, it’s unbelievable!”

Oh. Right. Maybe it hadn’t been Blaine’s brightest idea to put on a red polo shirt to go to the Target store. Easy enough to mistake him for an employee.

He looked around for an actual Target team member, and saw one approaching with a cleaning cart. As the man got closer to the pool of vomit, though, he went green around the gills and gagged.

Blaine grimaced in sympathy, and hastened to go help him.

“And now you need TWO people to do one man’s job? Ugh, I’ll report you to your manager if you don’t pick up some speed. I need that car battery from the top shelf, one of you get that for me STAT!!”

Blaine whispered to the Target employee, “Go get her what she wants, I can handle things here.”

The guy stared at him, perplexed, but a loud sigh and someone’s shoe tapping a don’t-keep-me-waiting rhythm made him shrug and hurry to the bitchy customer to fetch her the item she needed.

She snatched it from his hands with only “About time!” as thanks and stalked away, her daughter trailing her at a much slower pace.

Blaine, in the meantime, had mopped up the mess using the employee’s equipment, and was now disinfecting the floor with a microfibre cloth he’d drenched in cleaning vinegar.

“Thank you!” the Target employee said. “I don’t know why you’d help me out when you’re clearly NOT a colleague of mine, but I’m so grateful you dealt with that. Ugh, I was about to hurl too.”

Blaine grinned. “I could tell. And you’re welcome.”

He got up from the floor and put the cloth back on the cart. “Is there anywhere I could wash my hands with soap, though? Don’t want to get whatever bug…”

His brain scrambled and his voice trailed off as he really looked at the guy from up close for the first time.

Oh wow. Hello gorgeous!

The Target employee, whose name was Kurt according to the badge he wore, was absolutely stunning. Long and lithe, with mesmerising eyes and a face made for magazine covers. He was also… moving away from Blaine? And talking…

Pay attention, Blaine!

“It’s this way,” Kurt said. “Customers aren’t allowed there, but I doubt anyone will notice. You look like one of us.”

Blaine chuckled. “Yep. Which is why I got an earful from that rude customer.”

Kurt sighed. “I’m SO sorry about that!”

“Oh, you’re not the one who should be sorry,” Blaine told him.

“She’s such a Karen,” Kurt said. “Thinks the whole world belongs to her and everyone is there just to do her bidding. Ugh, I hate people like that. And why would she bring her daughter here when the girl is sick? Who knows what she’s touched all over the store. Now we’re all going to have a stomach bug tomorrow, and I can’t afford to fall ill.”

He led Blaine into the back room and threw away the soiled water and cloths, after which he washed his own hands, too.

“I’m going to do that about a million more times today,” Kurt muttered. “My dad’s got cancer. He really doesn’t need a stomach bug on top of it.”

“How much longer ‘till your shift is over?” Blaine asked.

“Half an hour.”

“I’ll stick with you and do whatever needs doing, so that you won’t have to touch a thing,” Blaine promised. “And, um, the coffee shop where I’m working is looking for another barista, so maybe you could apply there instead? We get rude customers too, of course, but you’re always behind the counter. Plus, the owner is really friendly and plies us with baked goods throughout our shifts.”

Kurt looked as though he seriously considered it. “That sounds nice. Though fattening. And you’re nice too, to help me out like this. Why on earth would you? You don’t actually work here, you’re a customer. You could have just told her that.”

Blaine shrugged. “I like helping people. It’s the best way to make friends. Well, not rude people like that woman, obviously.”

Kurt threw his head back and laughed. “Yep. Can’t imagine her being friends with anyone. Frenemies only.”

Just then, another guy in a red polo shirt came in, and Blaine hid himself behind the door so as not to get Kurt into trouble. “Kurt, why aren’t you out there in the store? You’re still on the clock!”

“Just cleaned up vomit in the battery aisle,” Kurt said, pointing at the cleaning cart.

The manager wrinkled his nose. “Ugh. Thanks for dealing with that.”

“I hope I don’t get whatever that girl had,” Kurt grimaced.

The manager’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yes. You know, Kurt, maybe you’d better clock out now and go home. And if you’re under the weather tomorrow, just stay at home, please. That sort of bug is very contagious, and I really don’t need half of my staff falling out sick.”

A disbelieving smile stole over Kurt’s face. “Really? Oh, thanks!”

The manager had his back to Kurt by now, and was checking something on the computer, and paid no more attention to him.

Kurt grabbed his coat and Blaine’s hand, and tugged him along with a cheerful, “See you on Monday, then!” to his manager.

Before Blaine knew it, they were both sitting in a booth in the coffee shop where he worked, and Kurt was filling in a job application Blaine’s boss had handed him. She’d also winked at them both, and whispered to Blaine far too loudly, “That the boyfriend, then? I approve. Very handsome!”

Blaine had wanted to sink through the floor, but Kurt had just giggled and started filling in the form.

Huh. So does that mean he doesn’t mind being seen as my boyfriend, then? Do I stand a chance?

He got his answer when they left the coffee shop again.

“So… Seeing as I don’t have work tomorrow… Want to go to the cinema tonight?” Kurt asked.

Blaine grinned from ear to ear. “Like a date?”

Kurt winked at him. “Like a date. I even know a nice place where we could have pizza first.”

“That sounds amazing. Lead the way!”

Over a pizza dinner, he found out that Kurt was as interesting as he was gorgeous. The conversation flowed naturally, as though they’d known each other for ages, and soon, Blaine was laughing until his stomach hurt from all the Target anecdotes Kurt told him, and sharing a few coffee shop stories of his own, and then nodding and chiming in when Kurt talked about being bullied.

They ended up talking for so long that they missed the showing at the cinema, but neither of them minded. They grabbed a scoop of ice-cream at Kurt’s favourite ice cream parlour and walked to the park, still talking about anything and everything.

“You’ve got a bit of…” Kurt pointed at Blaine’s face.

Blaine dabbed his mouth with a paper napkin. “Is it gone?”

Kurt shook his head. “It’s more to the left.”

Blaine tried again, but from Kurt’s expression, missed the spot by a mile. He got an idea, and grinned cheekily. “Well… You could always… Kiss it away?”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “You are so cheesy.”

Still, that was not a no, and Blaine grinned wider.

Kurt wiped the ice cream off Blaine’s cheek with his own napkin, and then gave him a feather-light kiss in the same spot. “There.”

“Thank you.”

That evening, when he got home after a wonderful first date and floated into the living room still high on cloud nine, his mother asked, “So did you pop into the Target for those batteries?”

Blaine face-palmed. With all that had happened at the store, he’d totally forgotten to buy the batteries he’d come for.

“Tomorrow, Mom. I promise.”

“Set a reminder on your phone, Mr. Scatterbrain.”

“I will,” Blaine promised.

As he did so, he added a note. Don’t wear a red shirt.

#klaine fanfiction #my writing #surprise in store #for teddyshoney #happy reading!

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52 Pickup (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Summary: What could’ve happened if Austin (the bartender from season 4, episode 9: 52 pickup) and Spencer reunited.

Couple: Fem!Character x Spencer Reid Category: Fluff Content Warning: allusions to violence, kidnapping Word Count: 2.6k

DISCLAIMER: The reason this piece is so choppy is because it was originally a screenplay, so it was written quite bluntly and straightforward - as a screenplay should be written - but I revised it because I didn’t like it as a screenplay.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Reid is working on a geographical profile for their current case. Sitting beside him is a concentrated Garcia.

“And where have you been? On a date? A secret rendezvous?” She shimmies her shoulders to tease Reid.

“No, actually. I went to that cafe by the beach.”

“Still doesn’t explain why it took two hours. If you brought a book - which I know you did - you would’ve only spent like 30 minutes there - tops. Spill.”

“Do you remember the 2008 case in Atlanta?”

Garcia pauses for a while. “You may have an excellent memory or whatever it’s called -”

Spencer interrupts. “Eidetic.”

“Yeah, that, but I don’t. Remind me again.”

“His name was Robert Parker. He disemboweled women and forced them to clean it up before killing them.”

"Mmm, okay and what about him?”

“The girl who served me coffee, Austin - we saved her the night we caught him. Yeah, apparently, she quit being a bartender and came here to California to start over.”

"I’ve never actually run into a previous victim that we saved before! Did she get all PTSD?” Garcia asks with a little too much zeal than the situation warranted.

"Quite the opposite actually. She was glad to see me. She’s been looking for me since the rescue so she could thank me in person for saving her.”

“Aww did she thank you with a big hug or like a free coffee? Oh that reminds me where’s JJ? She was supposed to bring me coffee earlier.”

“Um, I think Hotch sent her and Morgan to Cecilia Bassett’s parent’s house. And, no, she didn’t thank me.” The second part of his sentence comes off as an after thought since he’s too preoccupied flipping through his file.

“Wait what? Why? I thought her whole point was to thank you.”

“She’s saving her ‘thank you’ for when we see each other again.”

“Ooo, are Austin and Spencer gonna sit in a tree and K-I-S -”

He cuts her off promptly. “She asked me if I believed in fate and meant to be. I told her I believe in coincidences. Then she started to explain how seeing me again couldn’t just be a coincidence, so I told her if she saw me again at any point during the time we’re here, I would admit that it might be fate after all. But if we don’t see each other, then it really was just a coincidence.”

Garcia is lost. “Wait, so you don’t want to see Austin again?”

JJ and Morgan enter.

“Austin?” JJ curiously asks.

"Oh, does Pretty Boy have a girlfriend?”

“Actually I have a sunburn. How does anybody live here? I can’t go out for a second with turning red.” He deflects.

“Austin is the girl that served Reid coffee today and recognized him from when he saved her in 2008. Apparently, during the two hours he was gone, they made a bet that if they see each other again it’s fate, but Boy Wonder doesn’t believe in fate and is hoping they never see each other again so he can be right. Now where’s my coffee?”

"Oh, my bad - Hotch sent us to Cecilia’s parent’s house before I had to the chance to get it.”

“I’ll go get a cup for you, Baby Girl.” Derek leaves the room, but not before giving Garcia a gentle kiss on her forehead.

JJ takes a seat beside the pair.

“So Spence, let me get this straight, you’re hoping to never see her again?”

"I didn’t say that, I said that if I didn’t see her within the three days we’re here then it wasn’t fate after all.”

“Oh so you do want to see her? Just not in the next 72 hours?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“What is it? Are you afraid of catching feelings for her?” JJ teases.

“No what I’m afraid of is what’s going to happen to Cecilia Bassett if I don’t figure out our unsub’s comfort zone.”

"You’ve been working on that since Morgan and I left. You can’t focus, can you?” JJ mischievously grins.

Garcia has to join in now. “Aww, is the thought of Austin distracting you?”

“No, I’m distracted by my raging sunburn and this unnecessarily long conversation about her.”

“Alright, if you say so. I’ll go find some aloe you can put on your burn.” JJ pats his back and exits the room.

Garcia eagerly turns to him as soon as JJ’s out of range. “Do you actually have a sunburn?”

"No, of course not. I’ve been applying sunscreen on every hour. I just needed her to leave so I could work on this.”

Garcia pouts a little out of pity for Reid. “It’s okay, you know. If you like this girl. We’re just giving you a hard time because we love ya.”

Spencer stops working on the map and sighs. “I don’t like her. I just . . . Everyday I work in this job, people question my intellect. Either because I’m too young or because there’s no way I could actually know all that I do, but she didn’t do either of those things. She never questioned me. She sincerely believed in me. And I guess, I . . . I just forgot what that felt like. You know she even laughed at my stupid joke?”

Garcia tilts her head understandingly. “I never knew you felt that way.”

"All my life, all I’ve ever had is my intelligence. I didn’t have friends, or sports, just my mom and my mind. And still, the one thing I have that’s all mine - the one thing I’m good at - is always invalidated by my age or even the idea that because my mom has schizophrenia I must have a genetic mental illness or that because I didn’t have friends I must been socially inept. But she put me in the highest regard - the man who saved her. The man who was strong, and brave, and smart. All the things I want to be but am not.”

Reid gives a small smile and looks up at a teary eyed Garcia, before looking straight down and resuming his work on the profile.

“You know, for the record, I think you’re all those things and more.” Garcia tousles Reid’s hair, and he sheepishly combs it back into place, smiling.

“Oh and, I found the comfort zone.” He adds.

. . .

It’s nighttime now and Freddy, Austin’s manager, and Austin are closing up the cafe.

“Sorry you had to work overtime, today. I tried calling Cece, but no answer. I hope she’s alright.” Freddy says to Austin.

“I think I’m gonna go check on her. Her apartment is on my way home so I’ll let you know how it goes.” Austin replies.

“Alrighty. See you tomorrow then.”

. . .

Austin is trying to call Cecilia as she walks up the flight of stairs that leads to her apartment.

"Hey, Cece. It’s Austin again, I was just calling to let you know I’m on my way to your apartment. You haven’t been to work in a couple days. Are you feeling okay? I can run to the store if you need anything. Anyway, call me back when you get this. I’ll be at your door soon.”

As Austin walks down a hall, she notices something suspicious. Cecilia’s door is open and yellow police tape lines the doorway. As she peeks through, it’s as if the place has been trashed. There’s even markers beside messes.

She instantly reaches for her phone to call Freddy. When she calls, the phone rings, but very quickly, a shadowy figure puts their gloved hand over her mouth and pulls her away.

. . .

Reid and Morgan are at the Bassett’s family home again. Reid is making his way through the home, while Derek speaks to the parents once more.

Colin Bassett, Cecilia’s father, consoles a hysterical Catherine Bassett, Cecilia’s mother.

“Shouldn’t you be out there looking for my Cece?” The man of the house booms.

“I can assure you sir, the rest of our team is looking for her right now, but you can help us by walking us through Cece’s daily routine. We already talked to her close friends, but is there anywhere she would go to frequently?” Morgan questions.

“She went to the beach a lot. She’s an avid surfer. She’s won competitions.”

Reid wander into the kitchen. On the fridge are several pictures of Cece. Graduation, with surf medals, and a picture at the beach. Reid recognizes it. He comes out into the living room.

“Was Cece’s favorite beach Malibu?” He asks the Bassett’s.

“Yeah, she loves it there. Says there’s better waves over there than anywhere else.”

“What is it, Reid?” Derek inquires.

“I recognize the beach. The view is the same as the one I saw when I was at the coffee shop yesterday.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Cece works at the cafe beside there. Ah, what’s the name again, Colin? The Coffee something.” Mrs. Bassett tells them.

“The Coffee Corner?” Reid suggests.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

Morgan and Reid exchange glances.

“Yesterday when Austin served me she said, “Sorry for the wait, we’re understaffed today so it’s like a one woman show around here.” I’m guessing that the understaffing is because Cece hasn’t been at work in the past week.” Reid explains quickly.

Derek takes this as their cue to leave. “Thank you for your time.”

Both Reid and Morgan rush outside and to the SUV. Reid naturally takes the passenger seat while Derek frantically drives.

“So I guess you’ll be seeing Austin again after all. How does it feel, Pretty Boy?”

“I know that I was hoping I wouldn’t see her while we were here so I could prove her wrong, but I think I did want to see her again.”

Derek chuckles. “Congrats, you are officially the last person to know that. So you like her, huh?”

“That’s the thing - I don’t know. I liked talking to her, and I thought she was pretty, but I barely know her. She’s just some girl I saved.”

"Is she though? Because ever since you met her yesterday, you can’t think straight. It took you the entire time JJ and I were at the Bassett’s to finish the geo-profile. And I noticed that you put a napkin in the book you took to the coffee place. You never need to bookmark a page because you always finish them on the same day you start them. You couldn’t even finish a book, Reid. Something’s up.”

“I dunno, maybe, but I can’t focus on her right now, I just have to figure out what this unsub wants from Cece.”

Reid and Morgan soon arrive at the Coffee Corner. The cafe looks hectic. Freddy is so preoccupied serving customers that he doesn’t even notice the pair, until they formally introduce themselves.

Most notably, Reid is caught subtly eyeing the place for Austin to appear.

“What can I get you folks, the special today is -”

Derek saves Freddy the time by cutting him off. “I’m Agent Morgan and this is Agent Reid. We’re here to talk to you about one of your employees, Cecilia Bassett.”

“Oh, Cece? Yeah she’s not here right now, but I can take a message for her.”

“Has Cece been to work this week at all?” Morgan asks.

“Nope. No call, no text, no nothing.”

Spencer’s mind has already drifted off and it won’t refocus unless he asks, “Is Austin here?”

“She didn’t show up today, either. Last I saw her was last night when we were closing. She said she was gonna stop by Cece’s apartment to check on her, and she was supposed to call me, but she never did. Instead all I got was some weird voicemail.”

Reid and Morgan look at each other.

“Can we hear it?”

“Yeah, sure, I was gonna tell the police about it, but I didn’t have time to leave work.”

Freddy taps on his screen. The voicemail plays the sounds of Austin struggling.

Spencer whispers to Morgan. “It sounds like she’s trying to say something or scream, but it’s being silenced, most likely by a hand or a cloth.”

Now talking in a regular volume to Freddy, Spencer asks, “Sir, would you say Austin and Cece were friends?”

Freddy nods rapidly. “Oh yeah - big time. They were surfing buddies that would come in here all the time. They became such frequent customers that one day I just offered them a job.”

Derek turns to Spencer. “Why didn’t JJ interview Austin when we were interviewing Cece’s close friends?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Can we take your phone to have that voicemail with us?” Spencer asks Freddy.

He nods and hands his phone to Reid.

As Morgan and Reid approach Cece’s apartment, they rip the police tape to enter.

“I just got off the phone with JJ. She said Austin never showed up for her interview last night. She kept rescheduling because she couldn’t leave work.” Spencer explains.

“Do you think she might be missing?”

Spencer doesn’t want to say it, but he has to consider it. “She might be.’

“Alright, let’s think about this. Austin drives straight here after work.”

“But when she does, she notices the police tape. Something’s wrong.” Spencer adds.

“Right. Then she peeks through the tape and sees the place is a mess so she goes to call for Freddy to let him know something’s up.”

“But in the voicemail, she isn’t saying anything, it’s just the sound of her struggling.” Reid mentions.

“At the very beginning there was a loud noise, I think it might’ve been the sound of her phone dropping on the floor.”

Morgan walks back into the hallway and Reid follows. Morgan gets low to the ground and scans the floor. He notices something.

“Reid, take a look at this. Small glass shards.”

“So when she dropped her phone, the screen shattered.”

“So where’s the phone? Did the unsub pick it up?”

“No, it’s too risky. If he uses his free hand to get the phone, his grip on Austin loosens, so she could run. Or he moves the hand that’s keeping her quiet, and then she’ll scream.”

“So, then it’s gotta be somewhere here.” Morgan wagers.

Reid and Morgan scan the hall and walk back in the apartment.

Spencer notices something. “Wait, I found it. It was hidden under her mail.” He tries turning it on, but It’s dead.

“Are we sure that isn’t Cece’s phone?”

“No, I saw Austin’s phone case in her back pocket.”

Morgan smirks. “Reid, were you looking at her ass-”

“But even if Austin didn’t scream,” He cuts Morgan off to deliberatly pivot from the topic. “There would’ve been some noise from her phone dropping and the sound of the struggle. Why didn’t the neighbors hear it?”

“Wait, Reid, how did the unsub even know Austin was outside?”

“Wait, listen to the voicemail again.”

Reid plays the voicemail for Morgan once more.

“Do you hear that?”

He replays the very end. It’s the faint sound of a door shutting.

In a hushed voice, Reid says, “Our unsub is one of Cece’s neighbors. It would explain why no neighbors reported hearing sounds and why they could see Austin at the door. Also, I found her phone under the mail. If he was in a hurry to get her to a secondary location, he would’ve just kicked it somewhere in the hall or into the apartment, but it’s hidden. So he’s able to come back and hide it without raising any suspicion.”

“Reid, if our unsub is a neighbor, there’s a very good chance that we’re being watched right now.”

DUN DUN DUNNNN!!!

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A/N: AHHA I AM DELIRIOUS AND ADDED THAT ‘SOUND EFFECT’ JUST BECAUSE.

Anyway truth be told, I didn’t actually have a conclusion to this with a good unsub story plot, so I wanted to leave it on a cliff hanger. Sorry to do that to you. If you have suggests - lemme knowww.

#murdery mystery #it is a mystery #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x y/n #spencer x reader #spencer reid fluff #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds drabble

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