#all while I’m babysitting a newbie

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don’t mind me im just mad as hell ill be fine in like 10 min :))))))

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JAILBREAK. — SUGURU GETO. ☆

synopsis. you hate your job as a part time correctional officer. things change once you have to “babysit” one of the dangerous criminals of the a-block floor, suguru geto. but girl, maybe sleeping with an egotistical cocky ass inmate might have been your biggest mistake yet.

wc. 5.5k

warnings. modern au, fem!reader, pwp, inmate geto, corruption kink, degradation, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, geto has a tongue piercing, hair pulling, praise, overstim, reader’s kinda delulu

an. thank uuu @osaemu for beta readin someee!! inmate geto is my new hyperfixation omge

it was as if each shift became longer and longer, your daily occupation, nothing special, nothing fancy, just a correctional officer at some high maintenance prison near the city.

the stench of musk and sweat wafted around you, such a reoccurrence that it was practically normal. it was around midnight, as how most of your shifts were, and as you trod towards the secluded darkened space for only the inmates dangerous to themselves and others, you intake a breath before swiping your key near your hip, preparing to unlock the glass-like metal steel door.

“oh,” you close the door behind you, and that familiar deep voice does something to you.

what…?

you don’t know, but it had such bass in it, you turned to face the inmate, no one other than suguru geto. “…yo,” he mocks, giving you a sly head nod, his eyes scan up and down your body, your uniform and then your own meets his pursed lips. somehow, he managed to find a cigarette. again. “hmpf. they got the newbie watchin' me again? you do know that gun on your hip isn’t a toy, right?”

your eyebrows twitch, and your facial expressions formed into a deadpan as you walked towards him with his daily meal in hand. “yeah and i’m not afraid to use it on you if necessary.”

“ooh. rookie’s got jokes, that’s cute.” he grins.

you murmured, and he only smiles, he knows you didn’t mean that, he pissed you off, even if he wasn’t saying anything exactly. pulling out your staff notepad checklist of where you usually kept track of all the inmates attendance and meals, you uttered, “but anyways…” you blowed, “no one fed you today, suguru. you must be starving.”

“yeah, 'm starvin’ ‘n more ways than you can imagine, princess,” geto hums, and you suddenly freeze once the inmate stands up firm and tall. he’s just so damn big—broad wide shoulders, long slight shaggy dark toned hair, and with a split-second gaze, you look near geto’s orange jumpsuit. the bulge, yeah you spotted that immediately, but his tattoos…

his fucking tattoos.

“can you at least try to behave for a few minutes.” you sighed, and he's already getting on your last nerve. he could tell too…and damn was he was just getting nothing but pure amusement from your sheer irritation.

“eh, depends,” he speaks in a low gruff, his attention was on you and only you, raising his darkened thin arched brows before his lips converge into a witty smirk. “ya gonna feed me my food, babe? oh, you should know. poor inmate like me can’t feed myself when i’m all,” and he pauses while speaking, placing his hands in his lap — giving his wrists a slight shimmy and you hear the metal dance against his skin. “…handcuffed.”

it took everything within you to not smack this arrogant suave bastard, geto flirted with you whatever chance he got, with no shame either. you’re a pretty girl, well mannered, yet never took anyone’s shit, he liked that about you.

your job wasn’t to be taken lightly, it could be considered scary at times with the various inmates you have to deal on a day to day basis, but simply, you were just a girl with an attitude. but he wasn’t fond of brats, especially brats like you.

“…fine,” you mumbled, making your way towards him. he sat on the steel uncomfortable bed that was as usual, never made. geto practically lived in solitary confinement, they don’t call him the suguru geto for a reason. his name was known amongst many, he was feared worldwide. geto wasn’t exactly a good guy, far from it actually.

he’s a criminal and his record was… definitely spine chilling to say the least. “don’t try anything, just open your mouth.”

“hm, alright then.” he happily complies, his demeanor changes just a bit, and he’s more playful. geto opens his mouth just slightly and you spot tiny dimples form near the corners of his lips, and you gradually stick the spoon into his mouth, feeding him whatever food was made for the inmates of the night.

baked mash potatoes, geto stated it was one of his favorites and you just so happened to remember. a smile forms on his lips as you feed him. your eyes darted towards him, and now he’s just staring intimately at you.

that smirk that forever rested against his pink thinly parted lips.

“m-mhm.” he grunts, and your eyes widen just a bit, he was messing with you, and you don’t even realize geto’s got his hand gripped on your waist. stroking a thumb against your belt, you felt the feeling of him rubbing all against the firearm that was strapped tightly on you.

before you could smack his hand, geto swiftly brings you on top of his lap, stealing out a gasp from you at how quick he was with his movements. the silver spoon sticks out his mouth before you take it out, only to return him with an irritated glare.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you uttered, growing quite embarrassed yet trying to maintain a level-head.

“told ya,” he grumbles, swiping a tongue against the excess mash potatoes that remained near his lips. “i’m hungry, babe. that was good, but i’m not satisfied. i need more.”

“inmates in solitary confinement aren’t allowed to have seco—”

“pretty girl, you know what i’m talkin’ about,” geto chuckles, and you shiver a bit from feeling the soft pads of his thumb brush against the belt of your waist again. you were in uniform but this entire position was so dirty. not to mention, it’s not like this place of the prison was exactly secluded. it was, but there was bound to be people were walking by. “i’ve been seein’ the way you stare at me.”

he was just infuriating, but you didn’t know how to reply so…you didn’t. you just sat there on the inmate’s lap, with a quite dumb expression and he’s just eating it up. “geto—”

“it’s just you ‘n me, girl,” he slyly whispers, and his voice drops just a bit as he stops you from speaking. his touch against your waist just gave you more and more goosebumps. all the way up until you felt it. geto infamous boner that hid beneath his jumpsuit. he’s been incarcerated for at least three years now, in and out. he was for sure horny. you could just tell from his seductive gaze. “don’t gotta be shy. was waiting for you to show up if ‘m being honest. you’re not like the rest, y’know?”

that’s when you gasp, realizing his handcuffs were off — he must have took the key from your pocket, because he was just feeling you up now. you let off a surprised noise once you felt geto starting to make you grind against his lap, feeling his hefty bulge.

“sugu-” you mumbled, and he’s just staring at you with a sly grin pressing onto his lips, only before he leans directly up close to your neck, giving a part near your collarbone a soft deep suck.

you whine from feeling the near sharp edges of his teeth lightly dig into your skin, playfully.

“mhm, pretty thing like you isn’t fit to be workin’ here. cutesy little prison guard,” he sung, his warm breath wafts against your skin, “crushin’ on your inmates is real unprofessional, ya know. you could get fired.”

he was right, you could get fired. and perhaps he wasn’t lying about the second part too—you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t find suguru geto the slightest bit of attractive. because he was, he and you both knew it.

“don’t be stupid. i’m not crushing on you,” you denied, yet embarrassingly enough, your eyes widen at feeling geto air your words — his thick stubby fingers, two of them specifically runs down between your legs and you gasp again. “are you…crazy? there could be cameras in here.”

“so.”

“so? you’re trying to get me fired?” you raised your eyebrows, sitting up from his lap, and he’s playing with you entirely. stroking a rough scarred hand down your back. if it was any other inmate, you’d barely give them a second glance.

geto gives you direct eye contact, and he looks so handsome and lean back, but his messy long black strands of bangs nearly covers his eyes, making him appear to be ten times more feared.

“maybe,” then he chuckles. “it’s okay, if it makes ya feel any better. i fantasized about you at least once or twice while being secluded from the other inmates in this hellhole. i prefer you over the other annoying officers who’re always givin’ me shit.”

you were about to speak but suddenly you couldn’t—you realized how close you were to geto, propped up on his lap, propped up on his bulge. were you really throbbing right now? oh you definitely were.

pulsing, itching, aching.

“soooo, when was the last time you got laid?”

this guy.

“excuse me?” you stammer, entirely being taken aback. such smug fell off his tone, he cocked his head a certain way to let you know he was being genuine. in his own way, of course.

geto’s always been one to flirt with you whenever it was your shift to supervise him. his comments were always so bold. he’d purposely pitch his tone a bit low whenever he spoke to you, no one else. perhaps it was the incarcerated felon crushing on you.

“you heard me,” he mutters, giving you a sly glance. he ghosts a few fingers against your waist. you still don’t know why you’re happily sitting on his lap, but you were comfortable to say the least. “with your long hours i pretty much figure you don’t even have time to finger yourself, let alone get laid. poor baby.”

“…just shut up.” you chastised, his soothing warm words, the way he delivered those last two words as a form of mockery. it made you throb, you pinched yourself, feeling yourself grow out to be hot. 

“make me, girl.” he faked a pout on his lips, almost as if his speech was purposely dumbing you down, solely from the tone. geto teasingly cocks his head towards the right and a teeny smile stretched against his lips. 

and you did. 

he was just poking fun at you—you loathed it, the tension between you and geto, his expressions were relaxed and smug like you won’t do anything. 

so, what did you do? 

you silenced him…with a kiss. 

he’s taken aback, you’re taken aback, you don’t know what came over you but you just couldn’t stand him talking. 

his sly grin, you desperately wanted to wipe it off his face. geto leans back against his bunk. his breath gets caught in his throat with the way you initiated the lustful kiss, parting your mouth open just a bit. 

you can feel geto reaching for the firearm near your hip but with quick reflexes you smack his hand, and he chuckles, pulling you closer towards him. 

he tasted sweet, with a tang of spice. leaning his head forward, he felt your warm breath shudder against him which makes him let off a low grunt once he feels you start to rock against his lap.

geto didn’t expect for you to trail a finger down his jumpsuit. the soft nearly wrinkled fabric, unbuttoning it and he shudders at how you’re all frisky and bold. 

“easy now officer,” he whispers before pulling away, lips pink and glistening with a bit of spit. his voice was a mere rasp and it made you throb. “when i said make me, that’s not what i meant,” and then he smiles, tugging on your work pants. “but you’re something else. take off those pants, i’ve been meaning to show you something.”

geto wanted to show you his tongue, specifically his tongue piercing. not necessarily show you but make you feel it. 

when you kissed him, you felt it tickle against you. the tasteless titanium rubbing against your tongue. it left you all hot and bothered. 

he had you currently laid flat on your back, an entire needy mess, despite it only being a few minutes. how embarrassing…

it was just the way he curled his tongue, flicking it against your pussy, he’s sloppy. two big hands squeeze and grip against your inner thighs, long strands prickling against your legs as he swirled his tongue against your slit. 

“f-fuck,” you’d gasp out, tilting your neck down to stare at geto. he’s already returning your eyes with a coltish glance, puckering his lips briefly to create kissed everywhere between your legs. your hands rummaged through his long silk hair. giving it a firm tug, that earns a low grunt from geto that makes you pulse even more. “tickles, suguru.”

“does it?” he purrs in a cheeky tone, slowly flicking his tongue against your clit—you jounce, a gasp gets caught in your throat at the way the piercing shifts against your folds. the slight coldness of it makes your thighs ache for more “mhm. can’t get enough.”

you pant, tugging and gripping roughly on his hair, geto’s nose deep, his tongue was so greedy. it was just the way he grazed and moved his tongue against your labia. your two sweet flaps, you grew more whiny by the second. 

“s-suguru,” you’d squeak, biting down on your lip. you knew how wrong this was, so why did it turn you on even more? “think…think ‘m getting close.”

“yeah yeah, keep your legs open.” he cuts you off, and you stare down at him. he’s so nasty with his tongue, taking a brief second to spit right on your cunt, dragging a thumb between your slit. “do you get wet like this for all your other inmates?”

you stared down at him, feeling yourself grow more and more aroused by the second—your response was just giving him a subtle head shake. “no, just you.”

“just me?” he repeats, lowering his voice and it’s so attractive. “maybe you really are crushin’ on me.”

“shut up..” you hissed. your breathing started to become more and more erratic, your ears rang and you pulsed from how close you were starting to approach towards your orgasm. 

geto’s entire chin was polished with your sweet slick—covered in nothing but all of it. such a messy eater, each time you tug on his long strands of hair. his husky pitched groans continued to make you pulse.

his piercing slowly lapped against your cunt, and you gasped at the feeling of him inserting a finger inside slowly. 

“ooh, ‘s close isn’t it?” he teases, peppering kisses near your thighs now, nibbling on it playfully with his teeth. “you gonna make a mess for me? slutty prison guard?” 

“y-yes.” you squirmed, your hands idly dragging him closer against your pussy. he chuckles, his technique snatching your breath away quite literally. “suguru… gonna come. wanna cum.”

he lays his tongue flat, lapping and lapping against your clit, giving it a long sweet suck to where his mouth starts watering from the taste and you moan. “ask nicer. where’s your manners huh?”

“p-please,” you whined, growing frustrated, so pent up—your walls clenched around the two fingers he now had buried deep into your cunt. you whimper from the mere stimulation, the way he toys with your g-spot with his lengthy slender fingers had you throbbing pathetically. “let me cum please, s-suguru.”

“oh but i don’t know,” the inmate teases, using his free hand to pry open your thighs a bit more. the cute pout that spread across your lips at his words was so adorable, “aw poor baby,” he hums, playfully blowing against your pussy to watch you writhe in pleasure and utter desperation. “you’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

“suguru, please, please..” you whimpered, not even caring how you sounded. your sweet voice reverberated against the walls of the secluded kept room, own words coiling at your throat. 

he smiles. “how about this,” and for a terse moment…he stares right at you. with his tongue going over his lips, savoring your taste. “i let you cum, you promise to get me out of here.”

….

help him break out? 

all this so you could orgasm….

you swallowed, chest heaving and your legs felt nearly nonexistent. geto looked serious though, brushing a thumb against your sloppy clit. he awaited your answer and you were deep in pondering thought.

you’d for sure get fired, then again you did hate your job. 

the fact that you were even contemplating letting an inmate break out just to cum. you just wanted a release so bad, the way his tongue lapped against your pussy, the smooth texture of it flicking back and forth to where your toes curl. you wanted more, and maybe it was a bit concerning that you started to not even care about your profession anymore. 

“promise..”

“oh..?” he slyly remarks, for sure you were gonna at least deny or call him crazy, but a straight answer. he was amused—and the needy look on his face was all he needed to see. “hm, it’s a deal then. go ahead ‘n cum, pretty girl.”

your back arched in ecstasy, he’s holding onto your hips departing his fingers from inside you, and just his tongue’s doing the main finish. you shuddered as you felt yourself vibrate and twitch. the build up had you clenching around nothing but air. “f-fuck…” 

scorching, your body radiated and carried so much heat around it, your eyes started to roll and roll towards the very depths of your head. once you came, you slump back against the rickety mattress, one hand still firmly maintaining its grip on geto’s hair. 

“there there, ‘s okay,” he slyly purrs, making sure to clean you with his tongue. for a split second his eyes close, and geto brings a few kisses against your folds before sitting up to stare down at you. “c’mere.”

you sit up, giving geto a cute needful glance, you craved more and he knew that. you leaned in to kiss him, and he returns it with such filthy passion. geto’s handsy, his slick-smeared lips ghost against yours before he deepens it. a groan gets caught in his throat, and you whine once you feel him lay you down on your back.

he leans up against you and eagerly, you give the orange fabric pants of his jumpsuit a cute tug, a sign for him to take it off. 

“such an impatient little thing,” he murmurs right into your mouth. you whined, wanting him to keep kissing you but he keeps breaking away purposely, watching your lips quiver in desire. “how bad do you want me?”

“s-suguru.” you pouted, your hand finding its way towards his bulge. the strain in his pants, all because of you. 

“don’t ‘suguru’ me,” he rasps in a mocking tone, his body pressed against yours. and only then did you realize the size difference, how buff and well toned geto was. he was an inmate after all, he always had a consistent workout schedule. geto’s dark eyes stare into yours before he brushes a thumb against your glossed lips. “talk to me nice in that pretty voice of yours. you want me? say it then.”

the disappointed pout you had displayed on your lips remained there as you spoke, only to hear how whiney and desperate you were. 

“i want you suguru, please.” you sigh. 

“girl…you’re so unprofessional,” he snickers, a swift snicker leaves from his lips before you hear him shuffle in his suit. pulling down his matched set pants, he tugs near the edge and it goes down. “feel how hard you make me, officer.”

and you let out a soft gasp. 

geto lightly grabs you by the neck, and you let off a needy moan once he starts to rub your face against his boxers. the very imprint of his bulge. “all your fault. got me throbbin’ for you...”

“suguru,” you whined, a small pout spreading on your lips each second he continued to tease you. “suguru, s-stop teasing me.”

“just jokin’,” you plop down on your chest, the moment he lightly shoves you forward against the plush-cushioned bed frame. it creaked from the movements, quite rickety. “oh wow,” he utters in a low voice — quickly averting his eyes towards your work pants, briefly pulling them down to come full-view of your ass. “do correctional officers just…not wear panties or…?”

you let off a moan, feeling him skim a few fingers against your ass, holding back a noise once he presses the leaky fat tip of his cock against your throbbing entrance. 

“i…i forgot.” you whined, mouth watering — you wanted more than anything for him to be inside already. “i was rushing.”

“uh huh,” geto rolls his eyes, and you stared directly at him. the plump fat head of his swiped against your wet folds, a few taps and you were about to go crazy. “ooh. look at you trying to rush me.” 

he was such a tease, you could hear the playfulness in his tone. as geto hovered over you, he took a few moments before slowly easing his way inside you. 

his jaw clenches, and it’s sexy…

the way his muscles would tense all because of you. you were panting, legs just dumbly sprawled out. maybe it was unprofessional, participating in sexual activities with an inmate—yet, you just couldn’t help yourself. all the built up tension surrounding between the two of you. perhaps it was bound to happen. 

“fuck, ‘s warm..” he grunts, and he’s just barely halfway in. you chewed near the inside of your lip, nails clawing down his buff arms and he starts to pant himself. geto was huge. emphasis on huge. 

his happy trail was mesmerizing to look at, the way he had slightly black curly hair coating near the lower half of himself. it was well trimmed, yet much visible to see. the more he gently makes his way inside your cunt, you felt every mean inch. the curve geto had—it was hefty, you felt yourself starting to drool. 

a single vein throbbed, and you felt it. geto bites his tongue marginally. and once he’s fully in, he gives you a coy expression. 

“may i move, officer?” he snickers. 

“p-please.” you whimpered. 

“okay.” he hums, and the bass to his voice was just enough to get you wet. far wetter than you already were. such smoothness dripped from it, it was a deep pitch that always made your heart flutter and sink. 

once he starts up just a single thrust, your body jolts back and you gasp—finding your arms to suddenly grab onto him. 

geto chuckles. “dramatic thing, aren’t you.” you moaned, nails continuing to drag down how skin as you’re laid flat against your back. the angle was so deep and thorough, each hit against your pussy had your kind spasming. in an entire frenzy of you will. 

he leans in to pepper kisses all over your face, strands of his hair that was out tickled against your skin. by this point, he’s buried deep. your head goes back a bit and…oh, that same curve that he had, it continuously made an appearance. 

geto was buried between your legs, hefty sack just thwacking against you. your legs were perfectly bent, shoulder width apart. “f-fuck,” you’d stammer, suddenly clamping all around him. it took a few deep vigorous thrusts, but at this point he’s got your pussy memorizing his lengths size. geto spreads his knees for a more thorough base, his movements were so sloppy you could barely think straight. let alone process anything. “suguru, ‘s right there.”

“right there what?” he teases, leaning in to nibble near the bottom of your lip. the thin fabric of his jumpsuit brushes against your skin—you were just a mess. pulse after pulse, you wouldn’t be surprised if your brain was short circuiting. “i can’t hear ya when you mumble, baby.”

“fucking-” you spat, and he chuckles once you’re cut off with a deep kiss. geto vary’s his stance against you, and slides his tongue all throughout your mouth. it’s a rough and passionate kiss—so much so to where, he has you catching his breath. once you pull away, you moan, being brought back to reality from his ruthless smacks he’s making with his dick. “keep…keep hitting me there.”

he hums, giving your bottom lip a slow playful bite again, still ramming his hips against you at such a filthy pace. “is that an order?”

he was so annoying, that two second glance he’d give you—a smirk pressing against his lips, he definitely knew how to get under your skin. “please,” you corrected yourself, nails still running down his back. it pierced against his skin, earning a low husky grunt from him. “keep hitting me in that s-spot, suguru.”

“since ya asked so nicely,” he purrs, sneaking another kiss. this time near the very corner of your mouth. the taste was just glacé, sweet and all. simply divine.

you moaned into his mouth, and as his body weight pressed against yours — you shivered. he’s such a tease, geto starts to lightly ghost your cell keys against your bare tummy. your back arched immediately, the coldness of it just grazing against your skin. “you’re so sensitive.”

his soft, teasing words rang throughout your ears, and as you clung onto him—you felt yourself coming closer and closer. he gripped onto your legs, slightly raising them upward and you moan from the deep deep angled. “o-oh my god.” 

geto’s shallow mean strokes had your eyes rolling all the way back….way back to the very depths of your skull. if you weren’t drooling then, you certainly were now.

the moment he sees you pouting from how he cockily starts to slow down—geto pushes a bit more deeper, grinning from your legs now locking around his waist. 

moments later though, you both freeze at hearing the sound of footsteps approaching near the solitary steel door. 

right when you about to orgasm, you both stare at each other — and it’s another officer. you could tell by the loud echo of the keys dangling against their hips. 

“officer, you alright? been in there a while. we’re finishing up roll call then it’s time for the inmates to sleep.”

shit. 

you couldn’t stay quiet, that’d be suspicious, and you knew you had to say something. geto chuckles, still buried balls deep inside of you, leaning in to give your neck a long suck. your hands ran through his hair and you bit your lip, trying to muster up what to say. 

“your subordinate’s talking to you,” geto teases, and you gasp from how he suddenly pistons his hips, such sloppy ruthless thrusts your breath was merely taken away. “don’t be a rude girl.”

“s-shut up,” you whined, putting a hand in his face and he playfully kisses it. you stop a moan from escaping your lips before you project your voice lightly. “uh, yeah. everything’s good. inmate suguru geto’s asleep. i’m just—just finishing up then i’ll take care of his dishes.”

“alright,” the lower rank replies, and your legs start to shake and jostle against geto. he’s staring at you, just wanting for you to slip up. a few awkward seconds pass before the officer continues to speak. “are we still on for tonight?”

you gulped, and geto raises his brows before whispering into your neck. “…oh, tonight, yeah?”

by all means, you felt so embarrassed, heat rises up to your cheeks as if your entire body wasn’t already burning up from his weight pressing down against you.

you ended up cumming mid-convo, and had to cover your mouth to not be so noisy. you clenched all around geto, just a twitching and spasming mess. 

“y-yeah, we are.”

“good, good,” he speaks through the other end of the closed steel door. poor officer, he sounds so ecstatic, a bit of confidence running through his tone. “i’ll see you then, pumpkin.”

geto blurted out laughing and you had to slap a hand against his mouth. the moment the coast is clear and he walks away, you glare and he simpers. 

“pumpkin,” he repeats, mimicking your co-workers accent. “i didn’t know you had plans. have me looking like a fool, hmpf.”

“my private life isn’t your busin—” and you get cut off once geto abruptly sits you upright, to where you’re just straddling him. you moan, your cunt still being stuffed full of his thick inches — and for a moment, you felt his vein prod against you. 

geto groans, seeing how your pupils were all dilated from your recent release. “yeahhh, it isn’t,” he says, grabbing ahold of your waist. you’re rocking back and forth and he’s so thick that you’re just completely cockdrunk and dizzy. “but ‘m having too much fun with you.”

you gasp once you feel the back of geto’s hand roughly smack your ass again, and again, and again. he loves the recoil — you hiss from the sting as your hips roll and maneuver against his lap. “you’re such a dirty girl. i don’t want you to go on that date. stay with me.”

“y-you can’t be serious.” you muttered, arms thrown over his neck. and for a brief moment, it was almost as if you heard a faint of jealously lingering on his tone. it made you throb, this high and mighty notorious inmate feeling this way…for a nobody like you. 

“dead serious, baby,” he utters, and you can sense geto’s close too from the way his jaw tightens. his head tilts back and he bites down on his lip. “that way i won’t be less lonely. talking to the wall ‘n everything.”

oh right, he was in solitary confinement. purposely secluded from the other guards and inmates. geto was considered a danger, yet here you were — stupidly bouncing on his dick. 

“but ‘m not so lonely now that you’re here,” he coos against your ear, and you whimper once he drags a hand down between your legs. he gives your pussy a few mean spanks and you whimpered. “fuck, keep moaning in my ear like that ‘n i’m gonna give you so much of my cum.”

“i need it.” you pleaded, tears swelling up in your eyes, you genuinely didn’t know what got over you — your body was so achy, each time he traced his fingers down your body, you whined. you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be filled. 

geto groans, and his hefty base kept smacking back against you, your hips jerked as you tightly held onto him, marking up the very inner part of his neck with soft bite marks. 

“f-fine,” he grumbles, and his voice gets a bit high, he’s growing out to be sensitive from the pressure building up. he even gets a tad bit whiney himself. the constant skin smacking makes him kiss his teeth, and his head throws back yet again—long pretty hair flowing against his shoulders. “god, you’re so fuckin’ nasty. riding me this g-good.”

you even start to tug on his hair, and that makes him moan even more. not like he minded. it turned him on, needless to say. 

once geto came, it was thick, so much that it instantly spilled out of your cunt. you paused your hips, and he silenced his groans by grunting against your neck. he’s shaking just as much as you were — and it came out in velvety ropes, spurting and spurting. 

“take it all,” he hisses, gripping onto your waist tightly. you whimper, grinding against him just for a few seconds and he’s for once speechless. “damn, those hips of yours is so deadly, fuck.”

you whined, sitting up and he pulls out of you, watching his own cum spill and drip out. geto brings a thumb towards your clit to smear it all over your pussy, an image that was a something he’d never erase from his mind. 

you panted, hitting your back against his bunk while geto leans in to kiss you deeply. you kissed back, dragging your tongue against his, feeling his warm breath fan against yours before he pulls away with a weary expression. 

“good girl,” he murmurs, peppering a soft kiss near the side of your mouth. “remember my promise?” 

“yeah.” you exhale, trying to catch your breath. your legs felt like jello — head clouded and entirely empty, not a single thought in your mind. 

he smiles. “good. because i forgot to tell ya something else,” and you stare at him, a soft confused head tilt, watching him re-adjust his jumpsuit, pulling his boxers and pants part up. “have fun being in solitary by yourself.”

“wait w-what?” you stammer, and reaches the door, your own keys in hand — and you couldn’t have felt anymore stupid. geto chuckles, with a sly shrug. “princess, you were so gullible. letting me take your keys,” and he unlocks the huge latch before grinning. “but hey, don’t feel too bad. you have a date tonight.”

you glare, overwhelmed with emotions before spitting out a, “fuck you.”

“you literally just did,” he wriggles his eyebrows. “don’t worry. i’ll come back for you,” and then he opens the steel door.

yet before slamming it, he gives you a wink and that same sly grin. “nah i’m just kidding, no i won’t. sorry.”

[mae-gi-writes]

There’s something about rival athlete Wonbin! That scares you and attracts you at the same time. It’s the way is competitive streak always comes to life no matter what topic you’re engaged in.

He’s on the same track team as you are, yet always boasts about his amazing top speed in comparison to yours. He loves tormenting you with his excellent theory results, enjoys basking in the undivided attention of your classmates and professors.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who takes the long route to class just to rile you up during your shift in the local campus coffee shop, who enjoys describing the most complicated order to make your life hell, and laughs when you mess it up with another order.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who loves sending you airplane notes during class to tell you “looking like a dish rag today Y/N. Didn’t sleep properly?” Or “stop goggling at the newbie in front” and “you wish you saw me in your dreams ;)”, so much so that it makes you want to scream.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who once noticed the redness under your eyes and cornered you at the end of class, only to tell you that you looked like shit. Who panics the moment your eyes fill with tears and is quick to turn soft as you cry, leaning into his shoulder unconsciously and letting you wipe your tears along his jacket.

“Don’t you dare make fun of me after that.” You threaten him, to which he rolls his eyes and knocks you on the head.

“Do I look like that kind of asshole?”

“Yeah.”

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who keeps a close eye on you from that moment onwards. Who leaves an extra bottle of milk coffee in your track room locker, who watches you from the corner of his eye during training, who orders you to walk home with him because you’re “going to be a nuisance if you hold back the team with poor performance”.

“My time has been amazing, what are you talking about?” You scoff, “if anything, you’re the one coach isn’t impressed with.”

“Yeah, coz I have to do some major babysitting aside from training.”

“What?”

He looks at you, “you mean, you haven’t noticed how extra nice I’ve been to you?”

“Not really. You’re still an asshole.”

Rival athlete! Wonbin, whose friends start teasing him because he’s developing feelings but who straight out states that he likes you, right in front of your face, causing you to blush and run for your life. You skip practice that day, not sure how to juggle all those feelings at once.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who decides to give you some space only to find himself partnered up with you during plyometrics training and decides to ask you outright why you’re avoiding him.

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“So why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

“Because!”

“Because what?”

“I don’t know how to talk… to you. After—after that.”

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who then grasps your chin and tugs your face up to his, as he says, “why?” He whispers lowly, voice dropping an octave, “do you like me, too?”

He gets his answer when you nod and sucks in a breath, not too sure how to respond. His brain freezes and goes into mini panic mode, but is quick to react when you start to squirm in his grasp.

He tugs you out of the main hall and into the corridor, quick to cage your hands and pin you against the wall as he gazes down at your face, tracing your features down to your lips.

“Wonbin,” your small intake of breath does not go unnoticed, and Wonbin leans in even closer so that your noses brush.

You let out a strangled noise, swallow hard and decide to drop your gaze to his practice jersey.

“Look at me,” he orders, nudging your nose with his.

You bite your lip and do as told, letting out a shaky breath as he closes the distance between you.

Rival athlete! Wonbin, who decides that there’s nothing sweeter he’d rather have after practice than make out with you when nobody’s looking. Who grabs your hand on the way home to stuff it in his jacket while saying that “I’m cold and your hand’s hot”. Who blushes to his ears whenever he spots you smiling at him from the corner of your eye, and who secretly would do everything and anything for you because he knows you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

[sneakyswag]

Babysitting Brook

In which Beta hangs out with Brook for a while.

@bruggle I hope you like it this fic stressed me out dearly but it’s not you it’s me relax it’s fine

I hope you guys like it. Sorry about the dialogue. I think it’s too much lol.

X sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks over at Brook, unamused and with a sly smile on her face.

“It was funny,” she says. X can’t help but groan.

“No. It really wasn’t”, X deadpans as he walks into Hunter HQ, Brook by his side. Brook just puts her arms behind her head. X shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“You hang out with Axl way too much. That’s what he would’ve said,” Brook grins. X looks at her and rolls his eyes once again, sass taking over even though he doesn’t mean it to. “Look”, X says as he stops for a moment. Brook mimics him and stops with him. The reploid exhales, “I can’t always be watching you, Brook. And with that stunt you pulled today, I don’t know if I can trust you by yourself,” the teen gapes at the other.

“Wha- but-!” She says, unable to say a full sentence due to her surprise. X nods and crosses his arms.

“I need to find someone to watch you when I can’t. Someone who’s nice, a good example,” X scans the base, eyes landing on a certain newcomer. “Beta. That’s who,” X says with a smile but is then interrupted by Brook.

“No way! I don’t need a babysitter!” The azure hero sighs. “It’s not a babysitter. Think of it as a friend. A friend who will keep you in check and is a good example,” X says as he walks towards the newbie, Brook following behind, pleading for him to change his mind.

The hero’s mind was already made up, though.

Brook follows X hesitantly and stares at the guy he’s looking at. She studies him and his behavior. ‘Beta’ apparently is a newcomer. He has light blue eyes, white hair and almond skin. He’s about 5 '4, and has black face marks. The dude has black, white and gray armor. His chest and forehead gems are blue, matching his eyes. Beta looks nervous as he hands a report to Alia. She nods and checks his work, saying it’s good and he lets out a sigh of relief. Alia smiles.

“Hey, Beta.” X greets with a half wave.

Beta looks up and waves back with a small, shy smile. “Hello, Commander-Hunter. Hello Ms. Longsdale,” Brook smiles uncomfortably at the title.

X notices this and says: “Please. Just X, like I’ve told you many times. Call her Brook, please.” Beta looks sheepish and flushes slightly in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I feel the need to be polite is all. I didn’t mean any harm,” X shakes his head and smiles. “Nothing to worry about, kid,” Brook mutters something under her breath earning a light smack on the head from X.

“I was wondering, if you’re alright with it, if you’d keep an eye on Brook for me?” Beta’s eyes widen, he contemplates it for a moment, it’s written all over his face. He nods. Much to X’s relief and Brook’s displeasure. “Of course. I’d be more than happy to.” he gives a small smile. Brook groans, alarming Beta ever so slightly.

“Are…you alright, uhm- Brook?” X glares at Brook and bites back a sigh. “She’s fine. She just needs a good influence, such as yourself, to be with her for a while,” Beta flushes. “Thank you for thinking of me that way, I-I’m flattered,” the flushed bot scratches the back of his neck.

“No problem. I trust you to keep her in line, yeah? I’ll see how it goes today and maybe you can hang out with her more often?” Beta nods. “You can count on me Command- oh sorry, X. Ah…I’ll have to get used to that…” X smiles and bids Brook and Beta goodbye.

The first few minutes were…awkward to say the least.

Beta isn’t much of a talker. Brook doesn’t really care. Who was this guy? And why did X trust him? A good example? Maybe because he was boring just like X. Beta was also…very nervous a lot of the time. He tries to play it off but it’s fairly obvious, at least to Brook.

“Hey…are you okay?” Brook asks, making the other look at her, eyes wide even if ever so slightly. “Yeah…yeah, sorry” the white-haired reploid exhales. Brook eyes him weirdly. Beta bites his lip. “Sorry. I’m not very good at social interaction,” the boy sighs. “I’m really nervous. I just…how could X trust me? Me!” Brook can’t help but chuckle.

“Maybe cuz you’re boring like him,” Beta scoffs playfully. “I-I can be plenty fun. I just like following rules,” Brook chuckles at his stutter. “Breaking the rules isn’t so bad, though,” Beta grimaces and shakes his head. “No. I am not getting us in trouble. Especially when X trusted me to watch you!” Brook scoffs.

“Booooring!” Beta frowns. “Seriously?” Brook laughs.

“Alright, alright”, Beta smiles “how about you tell me a bit about yourself?” Brook shrugs her shoulders. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. We don’t have to get into detail. I just wanted to know stuff like: what’s your favorite color, hobbies, favorite food?” Brook smiles.

“Those are like little kid questions,” Beta flushes. “H-hey!” Brook laughs. This dude was a mess.

“Well how about we go out for some E-Tanks?” Brook opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted by Beta. “Right. You’re not a reploid,” Beta facepalms. Brook chuckles, “How about we do something fun?” The other can’t help but raise an eyebrow at her suggestion.

“Fun? Like what?” Brook gives a sly smile “Fireworks?” Beta shakes his head. “Nope. No way,” he pinches the bridge of his nose and looks back up, only to realize Brook was running away to the weapons room. He yelps as he follows her, almost tripping at first but getting the hang of it quickly.

“Brook! You can’t just-!” He’s cut off almost immediately. “Check these out”, she says as he holds two huge rifles.

Beta gasps, “Put those down! Your dad’ll kill me!” Brook puts them down, not because Beta told her to, but because she’s got eyes on something else. Beta has to practically snatch the bombs and detonators out of her hands before she actually figures out how to use them.

“Absolutely not! No way! Brook, please. Let’s just go outside or somethin’ we can do whatever you wanna do”, Beta pleads. Brook sighs, frustratedly, “Can we blow stuff up?” The nervous reploid can’t help but glare at the other, but then remembers who’s daughter she is and softens his glare.

“Please. Will you just listen? I want to be your friend here. I don’t wanna be boring but I also don’t want you to get hurt.” Beta eyes Brook oddly as she pouts like a small child, although she technically is a child, so is Beta, well er…mentally. “Please…just,” Beta groans, visibly stressed.

He lets out a shaky breath, “How about we go outside and we do something fun?” Brook thinks about it, “Like what?” Beta ponders on it for a moment and smiles, “What about paintball? Technically, it’s not violent. It’s safe and fun…?” Brook smiles.

“Now THAT is fun. Maybe I misjudged you. You can be pretty fun.” Beta can’t help but sigh in relief.

“I’m glad you don’t think I’m boring. Let’s get outta here before someone finds out you were in here.” Brook rolls her eyes and heads for the door. “Yeah, yeah,” Beta sighs and closes the door behind them. Brook texts X from her phone, asking if she can go even though she’s gonna go anyway. She smirks as she puts her phone away, not waiting for X’s response. Her question was more of a way of telling him that she’s gonna go out, whether he likes it or not.

Paintball is…filled with preteens. This concerns Beta and makes Brook smile evilly.

“I’m gonna wipe the floor with these kids,” Beta chuckles. “Just be sure not to go too far,” Brook nods as she gears up. “You and me, Beta” the other smiles confidently as he gears up as well. “You know it”.

It’s safe to say that after paintball, there were a bunch of kids vowing to never do paintball again. Brook is very skilled when she isn’t overtaken with the overwhelming urge of being violent. She wanted to wipe the floor with a few kids, yeah, but she was focused. Much to Beta’s surprise. He knew she was skilled but wow. He was blown away.

“That,” Brook exclaims as she takes her gear off “was awesome!” Beta can’t help but smile. “Sure was! The looks on their faces were priceless!” Beta says as he mimics the other, taking his gear off as well. Brook looks at him and laughs, leaving Beta confused.

“What? What’s wrong?” the reploid asks, concern and confusion evident in his voice. It takes a moment for Brook to calm down. “Your hair, man! It’s not so white anymore!” the other raises an eyebrow and looks at himself in the reflection of a window.

His eyes widened, “Oh…oh dear…”

Brook smiles and looks at her own hair, not paying too much attention to the paint she got on her arms and legs and even her chest.

“Good luck getting that out,” Beta then groans. He stares at his now neon pink, green and yellow hair. There was only a bit of white left. He exhales and smiles slightly.

“I can’t say I regret coming here, just that this is gonna be a pain. I’m gonna get teased so hard…” Beta says as he puts his hands over his face.

Brook listens as they walk out of the paintball arena and walk on the sidewalk, making their way to Hunter HQ.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad…” Brook says as she puts her arms behind her head, only to feel paint on it and retracting her hands immediately. She wipes her hands on her already painted clothes. “Easy for you to say. Your dad is famous and a very respected hunter,” Brook frowns, a conflicted expression on her face.

“He’s not my dad. But I guess that’s one reason people don’t hang out with me much. They’re interested, yeah, but none of them ever end up being friends with me.” Beta feels sympathy for her and sighs.

“Well, I…” he sighs and gathers his thoughts correctly, “there’s no need for you to feel that way. Because now…I’m your friend and you can talk to me about anything.” Brook stops for a moment, looking down at the floor.

Beta stops with her, worried, “You only say that because X forced you to hang out with me.”

Beta shakes his head rapidly.

“No way. I mean at first…I didn’t really want to turn him down since he’s my superior and could also kick my ass. But also, you’re cool. You may have your problems but still. I thought you were awesome. I just never got the confidence to talk to you for many reasons…” Brook looks at the other, eyes wide.

“You think…I’m cool?” the reploid nods. “Of course! Everyone in HQ knows about your story. Mostly because I’m sure X told Alia and Pallette forced it out of her,'' Brook can’t help but laugh. “Yeah…yeah. I guess so…” Beta frowns as he hears her uncertain tone.

“I know you’re not happy about being here. And a lot of times you try to play it off with frustration and anger, but know…you’re not alone in this, okay? Sorry if it’s weird I know we just met and all but, I’m here for you. As a friend. I’m here…” Brook smiles.

“Thanks, Beta. I didn’t know you were cool like that,” Beta smiles back.

“We should hurry back. Your…uh, X, is probably starting to worry a bit,” Brook rolls her eyes.

“I’m not worried,” Beta sighs.

“Well, I am! Let’s go!” Brook laughs as they walk a bit faster and make it back to Hunter HQ. They make their way to Central Command and sigh in relief. The two have a nice conversation while they wait for X. A few minutes later, X comes in with a smile, relieved to see the pair getting along. Though, his smile fades quickly once he sees the two covered in paint. Full head to toe, covered in it.

“Hey, uh wow…you guys are way more covered than I expected you to be,” X says as Beta grins sheepishly and Brook laughs. “Yup! So worth it, though,” Brook utters, proud of her paintball skills. X smiles, “I assume you two were okay with each other?” Beta nods. “Yup! We’re friends now!” Brook exclaims.

Wait…

Friends…? Brook considered him a friend? I mean sure, he said he was there for her as a friend but for her to actually consider him as one and say it proudly meant so much to him.

Beta’s eyes widened. He looks at X and then at Brook.

“You…think of me as a friend?” Brook nods and smiles cheekily.

“You have proven yourself as worthy,” she does a mock sort of empress voice, earning a laugh from Beta.

“I’m so glad,” Beta sighs, “I don’t have many friends. I hope we can become good friends, yeah?”

Brook nods and smiles “Yup!”

X chuckles at their antics, “I’m glad you two are getting along just fine.” Beta nods, “Yes. Brook is fun company despite her antics.” Brook furrows her eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Beta shrugs his shoulders, “N-nothin’, I guess.”

X sighs, “Well, alright. Brook, you need to go wash up. Beta, I suggest you do the same.” Brook groans but complies, waving goodbye to the pair. X exhales as he watches Brook leave, “Thanks for today”.

Beta shakes his head “It’s absolutely nothing. I meant what I said. Brook is a friend now,” he smiles. “I’m not gonna act like her babysitter. I’m gonna be the best damn friend I can be.” This earns a small laugh from X.

“Thank you, though. She’s been needing friends,” the azure hero says.

Beta nods, “It’s no problem. If it’s not Zero or Axl, I’ll keep an eye on her while you’re gone. Although, from the little time I’ve known her personally, I feel like she’d also keep an eye on me as well.” X smiles and prepares to leave.

“Hey Beta?” the older says questionably. Said reploid looks up, eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

“Nice hair” X says as he waves goodbye. Beta flushes at X’s comment and sighs, mentally preparing himself for the powerwash he’s about to get.

At least he made a new friend today. He can’t wait til’ tomorrow.

[lyn-js]

One Step at a Time | Prologue

Calvin Evans x OC Reader

Summary: Everything in Ava Mason's life was what you call normal. She has a steady job as a lab tech at Hastings, has a beautiful bungalow in Sugar Hill, and sometimes babysits her friend Harriet's kids. But that all changes when social services show up at her doorstep with, her 2-year-old niece Delilah. Ever since then, it has been keeping you from your job, going to work late, and leaving when everyone else has gone home. But a certain chemist wants to know why a lab tech is staying late.

Warning: Angst, swearing, mentions of drug & alcohol abuse, dysfunctional family, mentions of adoptions & being put into foster care, and a whole lotta fluff.

(This story is kind of based on what actually happened in Lessons in Chemistry. But no dying. We need to keep one of Lewis's characters alive.)

I also do not own any characters in Lessons in Chemistry except for my character Ava Mason.

Walking up to the sounds of little feet padding into your room, you couldn’t ever want to trade that sound in for the world. Fluttering your eyes open, you can see the little girl waddling her way to your bead, for how far her feet can take her. You can also see her hair sprawled out in different directions, and a dopy smile on her face, happy to see you. You focus your attention on your niece your big golden doodle Poppy to come to trodding next to Delilah to help her stand. 

“Mornin’ Aunty Ava,” she says with a cheeky grin on her face, while also trying to hide it from you. “Good morning Bunny,” you say to her. Then, the next second you lift her onto the bed, smothering her face in little kisses while she erupts into a fit of giggle. You had to stop your kisses when Poppy jumped onto the bed and sandwiches between you and Delilah. “Poppy missin’ the kisses too Aunty,” she says while still giggling. After the laughter died down, you over at the clock that was on your nightstand. Having to move some homemade drawings that Delilah made you the other day. You read that it’s 9:30. You’re Late.

Oh Shit.

You pick up Delilah and rush out of the bed, try and get her and yourself dressed, teeth brushed, and out the door. You are getting her buckled in the car and on your way to Harriet's house. When you both arrive, you see a man across the street stretching, maybe he was getting ready for a run. But after he’s done stretching you both stare at one another. It felt like you both were stuck in time like the whole world stopped spinning, and the attention was just on you and him. “Hey Ava!” you snap out of your daze and hear Harriet walking down her porch to greet you and Delilah. You wanted to see if the mysterious tall man was still there, but when you turned back around. He was gone. “Hey… Har’. I was wondering if it’s no trouble if you can watch Del again tonight. The amino’s lab is busting my butt. I need to get some more work finished-” “Hey, It’s okay. I’m happy to watch the little bun again. Plus, we're gonna have so much fun, whaddya think Del?” Hariient asks. Delilah just jumps up and down, “YAY! Hab so much fun Aunty!” you both laugh at her squealing excitement. You kneel down to Delilah’s height and kiss her cheek. “I’ll see you later Bunny. Be good for Harriet okay?” “Otay, Bye, Bye Aunty Ava!” She says waving while being carried up the porch. You give her one more wave until she and Harriet disappear into the house. You let out an exhale, start up your car again, and put it in drive.

Off to Hastings, it is.

Most of your day was spent in the lab cleaning up beakers that were once of a failed experiment, secretly correcting the mistakes some newbies made while writing their problems, and making them coffee. They can go down to the cafeteria and grab a cup, but all of the chemists butter you up with compliments “They don’t make it as you do,” or “At least you know how to make a good cup of joe than the other ladies on the staff.” You wanted to feel insulted, you wanted to speak up and say something. But you knew they would run off to Donatti and there was a high chance, you could get fired. So just keep your head down, mouth shut and be the disty lab tech. Who apparently makes good coffee?

When walking back from lunch you were walking past the secretaries room. Suddenly you hear your name being called. “Miss. Mason…Ava?” you turn around and see the head of the secretaries department, Fran Frask. “Good morning Miss. Frask,” you say to her with a tight-lipped smile and continue walking down to the lab. You knew she was going to bug you again about the pageant. But time and time again you tell her you can’t participate because you have plans that night, meaning you are having a movie night with your niece. That was the only night you could get off on time, and have some time with Deliaha. 

“I hope you can still sign up for the Little Miss Hastings pageant, you know your lab is in between secretaries and you fella could use a boost for the event.” She asks “I’m sorry, but I'm not a secretary,” I say to her being a little offended because she knew for a fact that I was a lab tech. A very good one to be at that. “Well… Ya know lab techs can participate too, it’s any female support staff.” “Thank you, Fran but pageants aren’t my idea of fun,” I say to her while grabbing lab coats and passing them out on each table. “Well, what do you consider fun Ava?” she says with a little enthusiasm in her voice. “I-I like to cook and bake.” “Well ya know, let me know if you change your mind.” “I won't but thank you. Now if you don’t mind I have a lot to clean up before the chemists arrive.” You give her a small wave and a smile so she can hopefully get the hint to leave.

She gives me another little cheeky grin and points her red-colored nails at me. “I’ll put you down as a maybe.” then walking away. Why can’t your life get any easier?

Walking around the lab once again you hear men wanting more coffee, and helping out some others who need help with their equations for the expedients. When coming around to the station where you set up your coffee, you see someone who was a part of the lab walk in with a magazine, and on the front was a man holding up test tubes and seeing what was inside. He looks so familiar, but I don’t know where I have seen him before. You think to yourself, but you snap out of your thoughts and finish making the coffee. But you keep getting distracted when all of the men keep talking about the infamous Calvin Evans. “What does he have that we don’t,” one of them said out loud. Also saying he was up for a Nobel prize, “Doesn’t give him the right to take all of our supplies. I mean how much ribose does one guy need?” 

Maybe this could work, maybe if you can get back some of that ribose you can finally be seen by the lab. Not seen as some female ditsy lab tech. You can finally matter in the world.

It was now after hours and you were over at the sink cleaning up some test tubes and beakers when you heard your name being called out. It was the head of the Aminos lab, Dr. Price. Just telling me to not stay later because he would get in trouble with Donatti. You just nod your head and oblige to his rules, but not listening. After everyone leaves you sneak your way out of the lab to avoid being seen by the janitorial staff and make your way over to Mr. Evans's lab.

When you reach his lab you see on his door there are cardboard signs saying “Keep out” and “Do Not Linger” but I know for a fact that I’m not keeping out, and I’m lingering. So screw your signs. You go back to sneaking in, so you take one of your bobby pins from your hair and unlock the door. Once open you can get a full view of what the infamous chemist does in here. You see records scattered all over the tables, so many loose-leaf pieces of paper with different equations and answers on them. And his lab coat hanging over a lounge chair in the corner. But you start to look around for the back room so you can find what you're looking for.

You pick another lock to the other door, you scan the shelves to find the little tiny bottles. When you finally come across the ribose, the shelves were covered from front to back with so many bottles. How many bottles does this guy need? You think to yourself. You grab a couple of bottles, lock up the doors, and seak your way back over to your lab, finish up your work, and finally head home to see your baby bunny and finally get some sleep. But what you didn’t know was when you were “sneaking” back to the lab, the best of the best secretaries Fran Frask watched you go back into the lab while she was locking up her room for the night.

Once again you wake up late, and trying fast as possible to get ready. You arrived super late around 9:00 but of course, there was traffic, and show up at almost 11. You rush up to the lab so you can get started on handing out the rest of the equipment. But you were stopped by Fran again to tell you Donatti needed you in his office. He sums up the meeting by saying that you weren’t supposed to be staying late, and if it happened again you would be let go from Amino’s lab and Hasingscompletely. Not only that but he was forcing you to compete in the pageant. You try your best to argue why you can’t participate, but of course, he threatens to fire you.  That sets you back a little bit more when Fran confers you to take a picture and be put it on the bulletin board for the pageant. Can this day get any worse than it already is?

You finally make it up to the lab. But, you stop suddenly when you see a man sitting on the table holding a miniature bottle of what you assumed was ribose.

 Oh No.

“Ah, there she is. The thief,” the man says in a mocking tone. I just looked at him like I didn’t know anything. “I beg your pardon?” you ask back. He hops down from the table and starts pacing back and forth. It looked like his head was about to explode. “I have been through every department, and interrogated multiple chemists. Including ones from this very lab,” he twirls his pointer finger around and then points to me. “Who say that you,  Miss. Mason have a history of ruffling feathers. And also have an arrogant attitude of self-importance.” “Have you heard yourself speak Mr. Evans?” I say with raised eyebrows. “Oh, s-so you don’t deny it? I-I mean what would a secretary have anything to do with ribose, aside from selling it on the black market.” 

I just look at him dumbfounded, almost looking like this crazy man has 3 heads. “I am a chemist Mr. Evans, not a secretary!” I said back to him but he was almost out the front door. “Oh, and a fibber, now aren’t we?” I drop my jaw when he walks out the door. “Oh, yes. Because there is such a high demand on the black market for monosaccharide!” “This is very disappointing! Very–- I’m disappointed Miss. Mason.” he turned the corner, and then he disappeared.

(Calvins’s POV)

You were pacing back and forth in front of Fran Frask’s desk, deciding what I should do about this unbelievable situation. 

“One: My lab was unlocked last night, so I want someone to speak to janitorial and have new locks placed on the door.” I see Fran write down on her paper and nodding her head. “Two: I have calculated the cost of the missing ribose, and I want to make it clear, that will not be coming out of my budget. Three: I want the floors sterilized. At least one person entered without my authorization. And with my allergies, I cannot risk any contaminants. You understand?” You look back at her to make sure she has every little detail down to a tea. She just nods “ Yes. I’ll take care of it, Dr. Evans.” Writing the rest down.

“And lastly, I would like the secretary held accountable.” You look up to see Fran have a little smile on her lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll have her fired.”

I furrow my eyebrows a little bit, “Well… just a formal reprimand will suffice.” I see her giving the same look back at me. “I’m shocked that it was on my face. “Dr. Evans I’m shocked that it was one of my secretaries, honestly. Um, you said it was in the Aminos lab? Because that’s Mary Ann Rogers.” She tells me the woman’s name. It’s not her. “No, no, no. Her name is Ava Mason.” She looks back up at me. “Oh, she not a secretary. She’s a lab tech. Puls she should know better, she has her masters.” she looks back down scrambling around, looking for some important papers. “Her masters? In what?” “Chemistry.” Now I look a little dumbfounded at what Fran just told me. Then she asks about the “Little Miss Hastings” pageant, asking if I will be attending. I just simply ignored her and just walk out the door back up to my lab. But, I stop in my tracks to look at the bulletin board to see the contestant for the pageant. As I look in the lower corner I see the picture of the one and only Ava Mason. For some reason, she looks so frightened. Not wanting her picture to be taken, but giving a half-smile just trying to look nice.

You just simply walk away from the board and continue your journey back to your lab. Why would she want to steal some stupid ribose, and why would she be staying late? You need to get to the bottom of this, and fast.

To all of you reading this, I hope you enjoy this story. I've said this many times with other stories, but I do have big plans for these 2 characters. So, stay tuned for what's about to happen.

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[michaelasworlds-blog]

Sugar, Spice and Nothing Nice

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Chapter 7: Satan’s Railway

Earth, 1995

“Amelia! I hope you’re picking up your toys!” The girl called out to the 8 year old she was babysitting, there was no answer. “Little girl, you better not be tryin to scare me again.”

The girl walked throughout the house, the silence started making her anxious; “Amelia..?”

She made her way down the hall to Amelia’s bedroom, “I was just kidding, I’m still taking you to see A Goofy Movie later,” the girl entered the room then froze.

Amelia was laying on her bed in a puddle of her own blood staring right at the girl. The girl gasped, “Oh no, no no no!” She ran over to Amelia looking for any sign that she might be alive. “Please! No! What did you do?!” The girl sobbed to herself.

“What did you do?!”

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“Okay guys!” Charlie clapped, “I hope you all got your partners, today’s activity is all about getting to know each other; and we’ve noticed that there’s been some isolation and tension with each other.”

Angel rolled his eyes, “Can I just say I talk to everyone, it’s the newbies with the isolation problem.”

“Well that’s why you got paired with a stranger,” Vaggie put her hands on her hips. “Now let’s get to it, you only have an hour and a half.”

Everyone dispersed. Angel sighed walking away, Erin was following behind, “Where are we going huh?” She said cheerfully.

“Somewhere I don’t know,” he sat on the couch. Erin jumped on the couch next to him landing on his leg.

“So, what’s your favorite color buddy?” She smiled.

These are times when Angel wished he was high.

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“So..I was thinking,” Eric started.

Sugar rolled her eyes, “That you probably rigged the activity so we could be alone.”

“Well no, that was just fate,” Eric smiled. “I was wondering if you could help me with my podcast.”

“Ugh what?” Sugar groaned, she didn’t even know what a podcast was. “Can’t we just answer the questions?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” He smirked.

“I don’t even know what a podcast is,” Sugar responded.

“A podcast is just talking about whatever you want on live, but you usually listen to it,” Eric explained.

“Oh! Like radio,” Sugar smiled.

“No,” He replied, offended. “You can invite people to join you on podcasts, to like ask them questions and stuff.”

Sugar was confused, “Can’t you invite people to be on radio stations-“

“Yes! Yes! Ok! But the only difference is that I can do my podcasts from RIGHT here!” Eric points to his bed. “While you have to travel to a dusty old radio station! Plus you can listen to podcasts on the go! Can’t do that with radio!” He headphones around his neck and handed her a pair. “Here.”

Sugar took the headphones, staying silent. Eric opened his laptop, putting the headphones on. “Sit over here,” he gestured to a little table with small mics sitting on opposite sides. They both sat down and Eric started recording.

“Good afternoon sinners of Pentagram City, welcome to another day of Ravin’ with Rave,” he said into the microphone.

Sugar covered her mouth trying not to laugh.

“Today I have a special guest with me, it’s hell’s cutest little porn star Sugar Cube,” Erin looks at her. “How are you doing today?”

She leaned into the mic, “I’m fine, how are you?” She said awkwardly.

“Awesome as always, I have a few questions for you today? You ready?” He takes out flash cards.

“Sure.”

“What made you want to become a porn star?” Eric read from the card.

“Been waitin’ to ask me that huh?” Sugar smirked.

“No I just wanted to know- ya know..” Eric blushes. “What makes a person wanna do that..”

“Being homeless and starving makes a person wanna do that, or sometimes people just like to do porn, it’s hell. We can do what we want,” Sugar said, she didn’t know what to think of that first question.

“That..is definitely true,” Eric mumbled looking embarrassed.

“A little birdie told me that you watch my videos,” Sugar bit her lip.

“Who told you that?” He gasped.

She giggles, “You did; so which one’s your favorite?”

Clearing his throat Eric said, “I guess probably the one where you have a chain around your neck and you’re getting takin from the back; that was hot as shit. At least in my opinion.”

Sugar looked uncomfortable putting her hand on her neck, “Yeah..hot.” There was an awkward pause, “What’s the next question?”

“Right! Um.. what was your race when you were alive?” He asked.

“Geez these are some hard hitting questions,” she laughed a little.

“My apologies, you don’t have to-”

“Don’t be sorry, but I don’t think race should matter anymore; some of us are either mixed with objects or animals. I don’t think anyone’s worried about race.” She smiled to reassure him.

“You’re right,” Eric scratched the back of his head.

“So, when did you die?” Sugar tried to keep whatever this podcast show thing going.

“2020” He answered.

“Wow! It’s been that long?!” She was shocked, she honestly hadn’t even known Earth was in the 2000s; “What’s happening up there?”

“I’m not sure about now but last time I was alive there was a global pandemic,” Eric said a bit too enthusiastically. “Anyway, your story was basically a rags to riches kind of deal huh?”

“I guess,” Sugar was again uncomfortable. She wanted to help, but were all the questions about this? She thought they could talk about whatever they wanted.

“How’d you go from being homeless to working with one of the most famous overlords?” He asked.

“I don’t remember,” she looked around the room wanting to leave.

“What do you mean that was like the biggest thing to happen to you? And you just can’t remember?” Eric kept talking.

“That’s just me,” she shrugged.

“Is it? How did you even get into something like that?” Eric chuckles a bit. “Like, were you like a sexually active kid or something?”

Sugar stayed silent, “Please stop.” She quietly begged him. Eric seemed to get that he’d gone too far.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you that stuff,” Eric sat back in his chair.

There was an awkward silence, Sugar took a deep breath. Did he really not have anything else to talk about? This demon was drowning, he didn’t deserve it but Sugar would help him out. Just this once.

“Would you like to hear a story Rave?” She smirked. “I’m pretty sure the listeners would love to.”

“A story about what?” Eric leaned forward interested.

“My mom told me this story when I was younger, it’s a story about a train-”

“Boo,” he interrupted.

She looked at him with a straight face, “You done?”

“Continue, but if this is about Thomas the tank engine I’m gonna scream,” Eric said.

“Anyway, this story starts a very long time ago,” she smirked.

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Earth, 1888

Once there used to be a railroad system that ran through Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, then back around.

No one really knows who made it but it was convenient for the people. Anyway on June of 1888, William Francis, the conductor of the train was making his way through a tunnel in Mississippi with about 500 passengers onboard; when apparently he started acting strange, hearing whispers. Telling him all kinds of horrifying things, then in an instant the train derailed at the exit of the tunnel; killing everyone except William. A few weeks later he was found dead in his bathroom.

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“Seriously?” Eric raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

Sugar grins, “I never said I was finished.”

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Earth, 1925

A few years went by and the tracks were soon abandoned and cut off from Alabama and Mississippi, people thought the tracks were cursed.

How did such a nice family man like William kill 500 people?

Some people say he wasn’t all there.

Others say that the Devil made him do it.

They think the Devil promised him immortality for the souls on the train.

They called it “Satan’s Railway”.

Anyway, William had a son named Tobias, he was just a baby when his dad died so he didn’t remember him.

Tobias, like his father, was a family man; with a wife, and a daughter. He worked hard for his family, and tried to keep his soul as pure as possible. While he did all these things for everyone else, he never got anything in return.

He worked hard but was still in poverty.

He was faithful to his wife but he had suspicions about her faith.

His life was miserable.

However, one day when walking home from work he decided to take a shortcut over the abandoned tracks; while walking his mind began to wander. He was lost in his own thoughts, that’s when he looked up and realized…

He was actually lost.

For miles there was nothing but fog and tracks.

That’s when he heard something.

“Tobias” the voice whispered. “Turn around,” it sounded so close. “Please, I wanna show you something.”

Tobias turned around.

No one knows what happened that night, no one knows what Tobias saw or who was talking to him.

But after that he was a completely different man, he was violent. He would go out late at night and come back in the early morning.

People started going missing.

Day by day Tobias was either antsy or angry. His wife couldn’t take it anymore, she confronted him.

The next day, his daughter Gertie found her mother in the kitchen with no limbs. She caught her father covered in blood and holding a rifle, Gertie stared up at him frozen in place.

“I’m sorry,” was all Tobias said before he shot himself in the mouth.

Gertie, left to be an orphan, became the talk of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She wasn’t too keen on the attention; when she was old enough she went up north to Chicago, Illinois. Hopefully to get away from whatever curse plagued her family.

June, 1986

Years passed and Gertie had a beautiful daughter named Eugenia, who grew up and had two daughters of her own.

Eugenia had married a nice man after her daughter’s birth father had died, the man was very sweet and treated the girls as if they were his own.

The youngest daughter was always seen as quiet and innocent, she could do no wrong. However the older daughter was seen as a headache, Eugenia and the older daughter always argued; she thought maybe it was because of teenage hormones or that she was just ungrateful.

Eugenia had the idea to go to where her mother was born and raised, Gertie had long passed and couldn’t stop Eugenia from going to see her relatives.

So they all went. Her, and her daughters and the stepfather.

But things didn't go as planned, the older daughter ran away from the house they were staying at. She ran all the way to “Satan’s Railway”.

It was tapped up and blocked off but she continued on. The girl noticed a thick fog surrounding her, she remained calm walking in the direction she came from.

But there was nothing.

Just tracks and fog.

Until…

“Hey, turn around,” a voice whispered. “I wanna show you something.”

The girl knew better.

She knew not to turn around.

She knew who this was.

“Why?” The girl asked.

There was a pause.

“I want to help.” The voice answered

“What do you want?” She looked at her feet, there wasn’t anyone behind her.

“Your trust,” the voice replied. “Turn around.”

The girl turned around.

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“The end,” Sugar smiled at a shocked Eric.

“What do you mean the end?” Eric exclaimed. “What happened next?!”

“She died,” Sugar shrugged.

“Instantly?” Eric replied.

“Nope, somewhere in 1995 I believe,” she said nonchalantly.

“What happened to the mom? And the little sister and the husband-”

“Shh,” she put her fingers to his lips. “Some stories don’t have clear endings, only cliffhangers.”

“Wait..?” He narrowed his eyes. “Is this fake?”

“If you want it to,” Sugar shrugged.

“How’d your mom know all these generations of people?” Eric asked.

“Oh my gosh! It’s just a story dude,” she rolled her eyes.

“If I have nightmares tonight, it’s all your fault,” he pointed at her.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be here to cuddle with you,” Sugar winked.

Eric waved her off, “Whatever, I have one last question?”

“Okay?” She leaned forward.

“Do you think every soul down here is redeemable?” He looked at her.

Sugar had to think, “I think whoever is willing to change for the better is redeemable.”

Eric nodded, “I like that answer.” He smiled at her and she smiled back, “Anyway! Thanks for being here with me today.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” she shook his hand.

“Alright you sinners this is Rave signing off, see y’all at another party,” he stopped the recording. “That was awesome,” Eric high fived her.

“Ravin with Rave?” Sugar raised an eyebrow.

“What? It’s cool,” Eric took his headphones off.

“I guess,” she rolled her eyes. “I accept your apology by the way,” she smiled.

“Oh, um thanks, I’m sorry I had come up with all that stuff and wasn’t even thinking about how you’d feel-”

“You’re fine, if anything it’s one step further to redemption,” Sugar gave him a thumbs up.

“I guess you’re right- oh! I never asked, when did you die,” He asked.

“Sometime around 1995,” she answered.

“Wow really?- wait didn’t you say-”

“Um Latte?!” Angel called. “There’s something here for you!”

“Really?!” Sugar jumped up.

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She ran down the stairs almost missing a step, everyone was in the parlor standing very far away from a red box with a bow on it. Sugar gasped, “Is that for me.” She was about to run towards it but was stopped by Vaggie.

“Wait!” She had her spear pointed at box.

The demons watched the box, it started to move and everyone got defensive. “Oh my god,” Erin hid behind Charlie. “What if it’s a bomb or something?”

“Angel shoot it!” Sugar said she was excited. “I’ve never been sent a bomb before.” Everyone looked at her horrified, “What?”

“I don’t think shooting it would help,” Angel said. “But..” He pulled out his guns. The demons all started to freak out, half were telling Angel not to shoot while the other half were egging him on, “Relax I was just kidding,” he laughed.

The box moved off the table landing on the floor, everyone screamed jumping behind whatever was around the room.

“I wanna see the bomb!” Niffty ran towards the box before anyone could catch her, she tried picking up the box but it was too heavy so she kicked it making everyone scream again.

“My my what is happening here?” A voice made everyone turn to it. It was Alastor walking into the parlor with Voe.

“Where were you two?” Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Just talking,” Voe answered.

“Uh huh,” he smirked.

The box moved again, this time it whimpered. Alastor walked towards the box; he opened it then dropped the lid. Backing up.

“Is it a bomb?” Charlie was in Vaggie’s arms.

“It’s even worse!” Alastor sounded terrified.

Voe walked up to the box looking inside, then turned to everyone; “It’s a dog.”

“A dog bomb?” Zeke looked in the box. Voe looked at him like he was stupid.

“Are you serious?” She looked him up and down.

“Ugh! Move! It’s my bomb!” Sugar pushed Zeke out of the way. “Awe!! He’s so cute!!” Inside was a large red dog with four eyes and little horns on his head. She pulled him out of the box, “You are heavy, look! It’s a dog!” She showed everyone.

“That’s what I said,” Voe rolled her eyes.

“Awe man,” Niffty was disappointed.

“How cute!” Charlie walked towards the dog. The rest of the group surrounded her.

“Who sent this?” Husk looked at the animal disgusted.

Angel looked in the box, there was an envelope inside. On it read,

“Val ♥️”

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

Hey sweetie! Could you #42 with sammy ? 💖

Of course I can!❤❤ Sorry if it ends kind of stupidly😂

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Balthazar

You join the Winchesters when it comes to hunting down the angel that took your sister.

#42 “Just take my hand.”

It was your first hunt. You were what can only be described as a fetus hunter. New and fresh to the career. It happened after an angel kidnapped your younger sister, claiming her to be a prophet or something. You've been trying to track her down and rescue her.

"Angels are big game for a newbie hunter like you." Dean had said when you first explained why you kind of sucked at your job.

"My brother's right. You could be killed." Sam added with a serious expression on his face.

“Please, I need to find my sister. A-And...I’m not going to stop until I do.” You stuttered a bit as you tried to gain some confidence. Dean and Sam looked at each other before Sam got an idea.

“Why don’t you come with us? We could show you some of the ropes.” Sam offered with a smile. Dean gave his brother a look of “what?” before turning back to you. You weren’t about to decline help from experienced hunters, so you agreed.

“Thank you so much.” You said with a big smile on your face.

That’s how it started with you and the boys. That’s how it started with Sam. 

The first that they ever took you on was with a djinn. While Dean complained that he wasn’t babysitting a newbie, Sam was by your side every step of the way. He was patient, caring, and compassionate, even going as far as to aid you in your angel hunt.

And this was even before he really knew you. He was just so kind.

However, months went by, and you could say that you grew a lot closer to Sam than Dean. He was the one who would stay up late with you when you had a nightmare or worked effortlessly when it came to tracking down the angel.

“We’ll find them Y/N. I swear it.” He told you one evening when you started crying again. Sam never once teased you.

“Dammit...where’s Cas when you need him.” Dean muttered under his breath. You just continued to hold onto Sam, praying that he was right.

Then one day, the answers came. Sam managed to track the angel.

“I don’t know if I can do this...” You said while backing away slightly from the abandoned looking church. 

“C’mon, you’ve been waiting how long to do this? Let’s gank this son of a bitch.” Dean said while grabbing his gun and readying himself for a fight. Sam glared at his brother as he put a hand on your shoulder.

“You can do this Y/N. I know you can.” He said to you, but you still looked unsure.

“But how are we going to kill an angel?” You asked him, and Sam bit his lip.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Maybe we won’t have to.” He said to you with a bit of a smile. However, you still looked rather afraid. This is what your whole journey has been leading to. You didn’t know if you were ready to face it.

“Just take my hand.” Sam whispered to you with a small smile. Hesitantly, you grabbed his hand with a blush on your face. For some reason, it did make you feel a little stronger. Ignoring Dean’s disgusted look, you made your way towards the church. 

Once there, Sam gave your hand one last tight squeeze before Dean approached. After giving his brother a nod, Dean kicked open the doors and aimed his gun. Now open, the dust settled to reveal...

“Balthazar?!” Dean shouted while lowering his gun in shock. 

“Dean! Sam!” The angel stood up from where he was sitting with a grin on his face. You looked from the boys to the seraph.

“You know the angel that kidnapped my sister?” You asked them, and Sam looked nervous trying to come up with an answer.

“Now, now, Y/N. Your sister prayed for this.” Balthazar stepped in. You glared at him, and he held up his hands in mock surrender.

“All she wanted was for you to be happy. I thought that if I took her, told you she was an important prophet, you would end up with these lunatics.” He explained, and you were both confused and angry.

“Since when do you care about people’s happiness?” Dean asked with a scoff.

“Since Castiel is too busy and asks me to do it. Who does he think I am? His errand boy?” The angel said with a sigh. You were still a little confused.

“How does kidnapping my sister make me happy? And where’s my sister?” You asked him, and he rounded on you once more.

“You see Y/N, to answer your second question, your sister is safe and sound at home. To answer your first question, I knew if you ended up with the boys, you and Sam would eventually fall in love.” As soon as Balthazar said this, you felt your face heat up. Sam was burning red too, and Dean was just lost.

“Hang on...what do you...” You started to say, but the angel interrupted.

“Oh would you look at the time. I should be getting back to heaven. Goodbye for now.” And with that, he disappeared. This left a rather awkward silence in the mix, causing Dean to just leave the room.

Leaving you and Sam alone.

“Is that true...are we in love?” Sam asked out of the blue, trying to distinguish his own feelings.

You thought about everything you’ve been through. These months of hell, just to find out that your sister was in no danger, and the angel who took her away was playing cupid. You thought about how Sam treated you during all these months, and you had your answer.

“Yes...I think we are.”

[peachy-writings]

Agent Yves | Ha Sooyoung

Member: Ha Sooyoung

Genre: GN Reader; Secret Agent AU; Flangst (happy ending)

Warnings: Mentions of death; Both Sooyoung and Y/N eliminate some bad guys; Injuries to both major characters

Word Count: 5.5k

Masterlist

A/N: This is one of my personal favs!

Sooyoung is a trickster.

A jack of all trades. The kind of person one wants to keep as an ally, yet so unpredictable that you can never be sure who she invests in and who she plans to toss away like an old, rusty blade. This manner of being makes her one of the most respected—as well as feared—agents in her company. Sooyoung is sent almost always alone on missions, not finding a partner useful to her preference for stealth.

Yet, still, even after being warned of this background information by the higher ups, the new head of the company dismisses it. Brushes off the wary tones of those around them and simply states that ‘If she is under my jurisdiction, she will do as I say. Or she will simply be fired’. Uneasy looks are exchanged between the Treasurer and the Head of Mission Planning, but they say nothing. If this is the way things are to be, there is no use in fighting it.

“You're joking,” Sooyoung monotones with her hands planted on the metal plated counter, eyes focused on the woman situated behind bullet-proof glass.

“I’m really not,” Hyeju replies, her tone just as cold as the steel of the weapons that surround her. She continues her work of polishing the gutted pieces of a hand pistol as she goes on, “I heard it straight from one of the higher ups; you're getting a partner for your next mission.”

“Ridiculous. That's fucking ridiculous and you know it!”

Hyeju blows air from her nose. “I do. It’s kind of hilarious actually. They’re supposedly a newbie, too.”

“Perfect! So I’ll be babysitting while I’m also trying to gain access to some of the most important data in the world… Fucking perfect!”

“Glad you’re so pumped... So, do you want to continue gossiping or do you want your supplies?”

Sooyoung glares at Hyeju for a moment before letting out a dramatic sigh and slapping a piece of paper onto the counter, sliding it through the opening at the base of the glass.

“Great, great… Wow! They’re really going all out with this one.”

“Yeah. Two snipers? What the hell do we need two snipers for?! I like to travel as light as possible.”

Hyeju doesn’t acknowledge Soonyoung’s complaints, simply murmuring for her to wait at the receiving window for her mission duffel.

“Agent Yves, please take a seat. Your partner will be arriving in a moment.”

Sooyoung lets out a long breath as she leans back in her seat, eyes burrowing holes through the thick wooden door that will open any second now. The company head sits just a couple seats down from her in the meeting room, looking over documents patiently.

It all makes her blood boil. She feels as if she’s been wronged somehow, that the change in leadership was just a method to spite her in particular.

Although she knows it’s just her resentment for this situation talking, she still does hate the person sitting at the head of the table with a passion. And not only for selfish reasons. Sooyoung has heard the whispers and hushed conversations from coworkers on her brisk treks through the building. Talk of budget cuts in some departments and an unfair amount of support in others. Which does explain the overabundance of supplies for the mission…

The door opens and Sooyoung straightens, ready to intimidate her partner into backing out. But as soon as her eyes meet yours, her mind goes blank.

How long has it been? Surely more than a year or so since Sooyoung’s seen you in the flesh. She thought you moved on from this life. From the violence and soullessness that comes with such a demanding career. It’s the reason she broke up with you; to protect you from this lifestyle and the way it sucks people in, consuming them wholly until they don’t have a single tie to the mundane world.

And yet there you are, slipping into the seat adjacent to her. Resting your elbow on the table as you always do. Not paying her any mind other than out of pure formality. Sooyoung, for the first time in what feels like ages, is totally caught off guard.

She is usually the one to make people feel completely stripped bare in her presence. She is the one who is best at acting nonchalantly, even at the highest of stakes. She is the one that should be indifferent and hardened on the outside.

But she can’t. She could never pretend around you. And you could never not see right through her. That’s how things came to an end after all.

“Y/N. Please, slow down!”

Sooyoung can’t help herself. She has to know. Can’t keep herself from helplessly chasing after you through the building as soon as you’re both dismissed from the meeting. You’ve gotten faster, Sooyoung notes as she struggles to keep up with your speedy pace. Onlookers, other employees in the agency, stare in awe as they watch Agent Yves transform into Sooyoung right before their eyes.

Never has she openly revealed her emotions like this, especially at the company. She’s only ever spoken about non-work-related things with Hyejoo. But still, that happens once in a blue moon. Sooyoung always keeps herself guarded and holds any emotions that could be perceived as weakness deep within herself. Is always calm and collected, and if not so, smoldering with intimidation.

But now she can’t seem to even care about her outward appearance, or the image she’s worked so hard to maintain in the presence of her coworkers. Because you are in front of her. It’s been so long and she nearly forgot how much it hurt to leave. To let go of one of the only things she’s wanted to keep in her life. And it feels as if the two of you are breaking apart again. Watching you walk away tears Sooyoung’s heart in two. She can’t let herself watch you go again.

“Hands off, Sooyoung,” you say as soon as you feel her fingers grace your shoulder from behind. You turn to leer at her over your shoulder. “Sorry; Agent Yves,” you correct.

You using her code name is like a shot through the sternum for Sooyoung, but she bares it. Clenches her teeth as she feels the muscles in her chest contracting the moment the words slip from your warm lips, as cold as ice.

“Please. Y/N. Can we talk?” She begs, breaking contact as soon as you ask.

She’s panting, and you’re trying your hardest not to seem the least bit winded. Trying to stay centered and not make a scene in front of prying eyes.

“Why?”

A simple, one word question that frustrates the hell out of Sooyoung. She wants anything but a ‘why’ from you right now. Because it could mean so many things; so many endings to a sentence starting with that word, floating around the two of you in the air.

What is she to say? Which ‘why…’ should she answer?

The obvious ‘Why should we talk?’ seems too straightforward against the backdrop of the can of worms that’s just exploded all over the walls, ceiling and floor for everyone to see.

And ‘Why did you leave me?’ is dangerous to even assume as the full question. It’s cocky, presumptuous. Maybe even a bit egotistical for her to guess that that is what you are thinking about right now.

For the first time in a very, very, very long time, Sooyoung is anxious. Doesn’t know what to say, or do, or think. Her ‘why’ at the moment seems to be: Why do they have such an intense effect on me? Still?

“Our mission,” is what Sooyoung ultimately goes with.

Seeing no way out of the labyrinth of emotions you've just provoked to rithe within her, she decides to switch into what has now become her autopilot: Yves.

Yves is a highly skilled weapons and stealth expert. The best agent in the company. The Catwoman-esque prodigy that puts her company on the map as one of the best in espionage. She decides that this is what she must do. If not just to stay within your good graces. To hear your voice in a tone that doesn’t scathe her ears and fill her gut with guilt as heavy as the cement that covers the bodies of her past hits.

Somehow, this is heavier than every single pile of bones and flesh stacked on top of her like a sleeve of dominos. Crushing the spirit she has fortified with cold steel and a will fueled by her own unwillingness to give up on something she lost everything to upkeep.

At the end of the day, when Sooyoung returns home and sits on the edge of her bed, Yves is nothing. Merely a title she created so that she could avoid deeply buried emotions. And yet, they always come to the surface. In the night. When she is staring up at her ceiling, eyes wide open but mind elsewhere. She’ll think of you and curl into herself, willing herself to fall asleep so that the time before she can slip back into her stoic persona goes by faster.

You are inescapable, though. Always running through her dreams like a doe spooked in a forest full of sounds. Inescapable not only in her unconscious mind but now, also in the one place she thought was most opportune for forgetting you.

“So.” You fold your arms over your chest as you lean against the wall nearby the door. “What is there to discuss about the mission? I think the meeting covered everything, and I’ve known about the operation for about a week now. Shouldn’t be that difficult.”

Sooyoung stands a respectable distance from you, feeling awkward with her hands tucked into the pockets of her pants. The bare office room is good for having a private conversation but unhelpful in easing Sooyoung of the nerves she has.

“Yeah. Uh, so you’re ready?”

You hum without missing a beat, or outwardly acknowledging the way Sooyoung stumbles over her words.

“Yup. You?”

She nods and the corners of your lips raise in a polite but ingenious manner. “Great. See you in…” You check your watch. “2 hours.”

The door shuts and Sooyoung is left alone, close to putting a hole through the wall in frustration.

“Good evening, agent Yves.”

You slide into the backseat of the vehicle that will drop you off at the mission location. Sooyoung looks over at you, and then at the rear view mirror when the driver says something.

“Are you ready?” You repeat his words, noticing how out of it Sooyoung looks.

It takes a few seconds for her to slowly nod. You tell the driver to go and the midnight black van pulls out of the underground lot, the bright city lights igniting her profile as she stares on ahead. You don’t mean to ogle her, but you have missed her. Haven’t gotten a good chance yet to really take her in. To notice the scar that travels up from her jaw and then fades until it stops near the corner of her left eye.

What has she been through in the pocket of time the two of you have been separated? She looks more mature than she did back then, when things started. And when things ended. The image of her flinging herself into the pits of danger without hesitation comes to mind. You’ve always known she has a reckless streak, but how far has she gone since becoming detached from everything outside of the world the company has created for her to live in?

You look away before Sooyoung can catch your eyes and begin assuming things. This situation, it’s all so surreal to you. Serendipity has come in the strangest way possible, scooping the two of you up and hurling you onto the world like a pair of die.

Worry engulfs you more and more the longer you sit in silence. Sooyoung can’t be in the right headspace to go on this mission, and yet she hasn’t backed out. Is it because of you? Was she scared this would be her only opportunity to be around you? Would she go so far as to risk her life just to talk to you?

You know you must keep very still while you wait. Whilst Sooyoung slinks through the industrial building and blends in with the shadows, you are in her ear, guiding her movements. You are set up in a custodial closet near an exit. Just close enough to pick up the signal from the device planted in the security room, but in a position that makes a timely escape possible and low risk.

A small GPS device sits in front of you, showing a dot that represents Sooyoung as she travels through hallways and rooms. To your right is a laptop that displays the live feeds from all of the security cameras. The surveillance team has already been taken out, so you don’t have to worry about that. But the members of the group you're infiltrating are far more dangerous.

For now, everything seems fine. They’ve all gathered in a singular room for a meeting and are keeping put. They can’t stay there forever, though. Sooyoung has to be quick.

Find the computer. Insert the terabyte. Download the data. Escape.

Sooyoung repeats her four step plan silently like a montra as she continues down a hall to what should be the correct location. She gets to the door and you double check the room before giving the go ahead. With top notch speed and accuracy, Sooyoung completes the first two steps. You hum when she confirms that she’s succeeded, relieved that there weren’t any intense security measures taken to protect the data.

Eyes darting from square to square, you catch movement in one that doesn’t contain the meeting room. You enlarge it so that this singular feed takes up your entire screen. Alarm runs through you.

“Someone’s coming. You have time to escape. Leave now,” you say firmly, clearly into the mic of your headset.

“I can hide. And/or take whoever’s coming out if I need to,” Sooyoung tells you with nonchalance, casually sitting at the desk as the download bar fills slowly.

“No, it’s two people. And we both know they’re armed. There’s a reason they’re headed straight to the room you’re in. They know you’re there.”

“Y/N.” Sooyoung finds the camera and looks directly into it as she says, “I’m fine. I’m gonna complete this mission no matter what.”

You sigh but don’t let your mic catch it.

“Why are you so worried anyway?”

You frown. Although you’ve acted cold and slightly vindictive all day, you can’t hide how much you care about Sooyoung. Even if she did break your heart. Even if seeing her for the first time in over a year felt like your skin had caught fire and needles were pressing into you all over. You never stopped caring about her. You can barely admit it to yourself, let alone anyone else, but you never really stopped loving her. No matter what she did or why she did it, you can’t find it in yourself to let go. Even after all this time.

“Because.” Your voice is softer than usual. A chill runs up Sooyoung’s spine. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Sooyoung makes sure that she’s turned away from the camera before letting herself smile at your words. “I won’t. I promise.”

“Get ready. They’re about to arrive.”

You watch with bated breath as she places herself beside the door and readies her pistol. The door creaks open and two people enter the room on high alert.

“See. Nothing’s here, man,” one says after lazily scanning the room.

“Then what the hell tripped the motion sensors?”

“A rat maybe? You’ve seen those things running around here. Jeff got spooked and accidentally shot at one a few days ago.”

They both laugh and then begin to recede from the room. But then the paranoid one halts. Completely stills. Sooyoung presses a hand over her mouth and closes her eyes. Just a thin door separates her from the two of them. She weighs her options. She could easily take them out now. Two shots. Don’t —But that would alert everyone else in the building of not only her presence, but yours as well. She could use her knife to get the job done, but that would be riskier. And they could fire off shots and blow her cover just as easy.

“Dude, come on. We’ll figure out the rat thing after the meeting.”

The more easygoing of the two tugs the other out of the room. Click. The door shuts. Sooyoung waits 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 seconds.

“You’re clear. They’re going straight to the meeting room,” you tell her.

She lets out a heavy breath and nods, going back to the desk and turning the monitor back on. You didn’t even catch that she had slid the terabyte out of sight and hidden the download with one of the oldest tricks in the book.

“Eighty percent,” Sooyoung observes.

You become antsy in your spot. So close to success. But out of experience, you know that you can’t relax for a second. A mission is never complete until you are back at headquarters, safe. Your eyes bounce from square to square on the laptop as you quietly wait.

“Ninety.”

A sigh of relief. Soon, you’ll be out of here and your heart will calm its rapid pace. You close your eyes for a second. You swear it’s only a second. And yet again, out of experience, you know that taking your eyes off the prize for a mere moment can lead to disaster.

“Yeah, I’m just going to grab the mop,” you hear from outside the door to the closet.

Immediately, you’re on your feet with both hands on the knob. You have an uninterrupted feed of audio from Sooyoung’s device, but she can only hear you when you hold down the mic button on your headset. She has no idea that you’re in trouble and you don’t have the option of saying anything to alert her because somebody is close by. Your mind is going at a million miles an hour as you hold onto the door handle, hoping that a jammed or perhaps locked door will buy you some time.

Your eyes stay focused on the screen, straining to monitor the halls leading to Sooyoung’s location. It’s clear for now. You thank your lucky stars and place either foot against the edges of the door frame to give you more leverage. The person on the outside tries to twist the knob but you keep it in place with your death grip. You hear them hum in confusion and watch as they inspect the door on the monitor.

“Hey, Jeff, the door’s locked!” They shout.

No response. They slouch in annoyance and try once more, fail, and then walk further down the hall to presumably get someone to help them. This is your chance. As soon as they turn a corner, you contact Sooyoung.

“Somebody just tried to get into the closet I’m in and they’ll be back soon, probably with another person. The coast is clear on your end. How much more time do you need?”

“It just finished!” Sooyoung gasps excitedly. You watch as she slides the terabyte cord out of the computer port and gets ready to leave. “Do you need me to buy you time?”

You shove your laptop into your bag with one hand as you speak, pocketing the smaller, GPS device. “I’m not sure. They’ll be back any second but I think I can slip away and meet you outside the north entrance. I’m going now.”

“Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“-Just won’t open. It’s weird,” you hear from outside the door and you know you’re fucked.

“Maybe it’s jammed. Let me try.”

“Shit. They’re here. Plan B: I take these guys out and you get the hell out of here as fast as you can. You hear me, Sooyoung?”

The steps get closer.

“No.”

“No?!” You whisper-shout as you grab your gun from it’s holster.

“I’m coming to get you. North entrance where I dropped you off in the beginning, right?”

You don’t respond, busy cocking your gun and making sure that the silencer is secured and the safety off. You press the button on the GPS that sends a signal to your driver before taking a deep breath.

“On my way,” is the last thing you hear Sooyoung say before the door opens.

The cool wood on the thick door presses against your body and the tip of your nose as you mimic what Sooyoung did earlier. She is undoubtedly coming to get you, so you’d rather play it safe and try to buy some time.

“Are you sure you aren’t just weak?” One of the people grunts as the both of them stand outside.

“No, I swear it wouldn’t budge!”

“Whatever. What did you need again?”

“A mop. It should be…” As they say this, your eyes dart to the right and you go very still. The mop is behind the door, right beside you. “Where was it again?”

You grip the handle of your gun, prepared to engage in combat the second the door reveals your target. But that moment never comes. Shots are heard close by and they echo in your ear piece with it’s slight delay. Loud and almost damaging to the ear. The two people immediately jump into action, abandoning this task to run toward the noise.

You follow suit, peeking around the doorframe and taking down one and then both of them with precision. Your feet move as if on auto pilot as you make your way to where Sooyoung should be, stopping only briefly to check her location on the device in your pocket. She’s right around the corner.

You check your remaining bullets and take a deep breath, rounding the corner with haste only to run straight into the leader of this whole operation. He is a tall man with hardened eyes and a hell of a lot of muscle curling around every limb and piece of him.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” He growls.

Oh, shit. This is it. You’re going to die.

You specialize in long range fighting. Distance is your best friend out on the field. And now you’ve just put yourself into a position you know you can’t get out of. You try to backtrack and put some space between you and him, but he already has his hand around your throat.

Clank.

Your gun falls to the floor and your hands come around his, scratching and prying to no avail. One punch to the gut causes you to go limp, the air being knocked out of you. He lets go and you fall to the floor, scrambling for your gun, only to find that he’s already kicked it away.

“You think you’re so clever, huh? Coming to save your little partner instead of leaving.” He scoffs.

Your eyes search for Sooyoung and find her on the floor, a good distance away, with her hands applying pressure to what must be a bullet or knife wound on her left shoulder. Her teeth are clenched hard as she watches everything go down.

“Let me tell you something.” The villainous man bends down. “A little word of advice: Never go back to try and save someone. It’ll cost you your life.”

Before you can even attempt to call out to her, you’ve been kicked in the gut once more and the man laughs, stepping over you. You feel as if you might throw up, a sickly pain tingling in your abdomen and shooting all throughout your body. You can barely move but you know you must. Some kind of emergency reserve of energy comes over you as you reach out and grab his ankle with both hands, yanking as hard as you possibly can.

He grunts in displeasure, arms flailing for a second before he is on the floor.

You see the twitch in his hand and the slowly thickening pool of blood around his head and know what you’ve done. With a deep breath, you retrieve your gun from where it ended up, not too far away because of how it bounced off the wall when kicked. And you get to Sooyoung as quickly as you can, breathing heavily as you try not to think about the overwhelming pain in your stomach.

“We’re getting out of here,” you tell her, tugging at her good arm to will her to stand.

“No. I’ll just slow you down. I’m losing blood fast and I might pass out before we get out of here. Go.”

You grit your teeth and dig your heels into the floor, using the muscles training has built up and the adrenalin that flows through your veins to pull her up. Once she is anchored to you with her arm over your shoulders and your grip on her waist, the two of you move.

“You aren’t going to break my heart again, Sooyoung,” you huff as you move as quickly as you can through the hallway to the nearest exit. “I won’t let you.”

She doesn’t respond to this, but you know she’s heard you. Maybe those words were a mistake, but if she really doesn’t make it, you want to be honest with her in the moments you two still have together.

“Say something. Anything. You need to at least stay conscious until we’re safe,” you tell her after a few seconds of silence.

“Okay, okay.” Her voice is soft and you can’t tell if it’s because of how weak she is at the moment, or if you’ve touched her heart in some way.

“The east exit is just up here. Then we’ll need to get back to the van. I called for them to pick us up, so that should be easy,” you pant out, finally reaching the door and pushing it open.

Sooyoung takes short, light breaths as she struggles to keep up with your pace, kicking the gravel up as you stumble your way around the building.

“Why didn’t you just leave me? I don’t… think I can do this, Y/N.”

“No,” is all you say, refusing with all your being to do as she says.

“Please, Y/N.” Her grip on you gets looser.

“Sooyoung, I will never forgive you if you give up now. We’re almost there.”

Her fingers tighten around your shoulder. Although she struggles to keep her footing, your grip on her never loosens. The shadows are your best friend as you can’t afford to be spotted by anyone else, and by some kind of miracle, you both make it back to the van.

Not unscathed, but not dead. That’s a win in your mind.

You immediately get to wrapping a bandage around Sooyoung’s shoulder, tearing through the med kit in the back as the driver steps on it. She loses consciousness before you can make it back to base, but she’s still breathing and no longer losing blood.

Both you and her look terrible when you get in. Shocked faces greet you as you follow behind the driver who carries her to the medical facility within the building. You don’t let anyone know that you were also injured until you are sure Sooyoung is alright.

“The bullet wound will take a while to heal, but she’ll be alright. We’ll be giving her a blood transfusion and observing her overnight,” the nurse tells you. “Now, can I check your wounds?”

You are released less than an hour later to go home but choose to stay with Sooyoung. As silly as it may sound, you need to be there when she wakes up. You need to make sure that she’s okay after everything that went down tonight. With your head resting beside her arm, you fall asleep next to her, bent forward in one of those uncomfortable, metal chairs.

“You look like shit,” is the first thing you hear upon waking up.

Your eyes slowly blink open and then you sit up, back aching as you do. Her voice is dry and her eyes have dark rings under them, but she still manages to look absolutely beautiful in your eyes. The beating of your heart increases when you realize that she’s awake. Joking, even. A sigh of relief leaves you and you grin at her.

“Take a look in the mirror and say that again,” you fire back, although the tone of your voice is light and airy.

Sooyoung makes a ‘hmph’ noise and her hand is suddenly squeezing yours. Somehow, during the time you were asleep, your hand moved to cradle hers. This would happen all the time when you were still together. It amazes you how some habits are never lost. And by the small grin on her face, you can tell Sooyoung is thinking the same thing.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you tell her, your other hand coming to grasp hers and hold it closely.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave me.”

“Never,” you blurt out without thinking. You pause after that word leaves you, worried about how you’re so easily showing your vulnerable side to her.

But after last night, you aren’t sure you can continue being so convoluted around her. She was, and still is, the only person in the world that can make you shed your thick outer walls with no problem. Still the only person that could make you change your stance on being in a relationship again. Although she broke your heart once, you refuse to let her do it again. And here you are, looking into one another’s eyes and realizing that life is short.

Especially with your shared profession. One day you could be the healthiest, strongest person in town. And the next, you could be shot dead by your mark before you can even cock your gun. Life is unpredictable in many ways. But the way it shoved the two of you together again and kept you alive has forced you to make peace with certain things.

“I don’t want to be apart from you ever again,” you tell her, pressing your lips to her hand and looking into her eyes.

“You mean…” Sooyoung is at a loss for words.

“Yes. It’s only been a day since we crossed paths again, but I can’t hold this grudge any longer. Sooyoung…” You sigh. “We’re both neck deep in this crazy lifestyle now. Neither of us can control what’s going to happen today, tomorrow, or next week. I’m sorry for being an asshole to you, and I really do want to try and fix whatever’s going on between us.”

“I never stopped loving you, y’know,” she tells you with a warm smile, her free hand reaching out to touch your dirty face. “And I’m sorry, too. What I did was unfair.”

“That’s okay. It’s all in the past now. I know why you did it and I think I would’ve done the same thing, because all I want to do is protect you. Even if my life is at stake.”

“Don’t say that,” she whispers, pain filling her features.

“You know you’d do the same though. Don’t act like you wouldn’t.”

Sooyoung sighs through her nose and nods, head rolling back against her pillow. “You’re right. I guess this is the new normal then, hm?”

“I guess so,” you agree, thumbs stroking her hand.

“Since that’s all figured out now, can you please go take a shower?”

You scoff, blinking at her in shock.

“I’m not trying to be mean. You’re covered in my blood!” She snorts.

“I can’t believe you.” You drop her hand and stand up, giving in to her wishes. The grime that covers you is getting uncomfortable, you will admit only to yourself.

“What? I’m just looking out for you. If it makes any difference, you still look hot like that.”

“You’re actually insufferable, I hope you know that!” You holler over your shoulder in jest as you exit the room to do exactly as she says.

“Come back soon, I miss you already,” you hear just before the door shuts.

You smile as you make your way to the front desk, heart aflutter with giddiness. You feel as dumb as you do over the moon, knowing that if anyone could see the progression of yours and Sooyoung’s relationship, they would undoubtably question your quickness to forgive and forget.

But there’s something about her that always manages to make you throw away your inhibitions and surrender your heart up to her. If that makes you an idiot, then you surely are. You’ll take pride in being an idiot that won’t let a grudge get in the way of reigniting the smoldering coals of a love lost.

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

if I can never give you peace — zero || Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

Until he comes back.

Also available on Ao3.

Word count (chapter): 5.8k

Genre: Mafia AU, Hybrid AU, enemies to lovers, heavy on angst, slow burn, eventual smut

Warnings & Tags (chapter): Descriptions of Violence, Tension, Dehumanization and general poor treatment of hybrids

A/N: So I have two modes and those are tooth-rotting fluff and angst feast. This is... not fluff. I hope you’ll enjoy this first installment and introduction to the series, and I will see you soon for the next one!

Next

Your eyes follow Jungkook’s every step as he walks through the crowd and enters the cage that serves as a ring. He doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re watching. You’re always watching. You’re standing in your usual corner, from where you make sure everything goes smoothly. Two tall, muscular men stand on either side of you. They look like they’re your bodyguards, but really, they’re here to handle him if he tries to do something. To everyone in the room but the two of you, this looks like every other fight night since the very first time he came to the Circle.

You’re too far for him to smell you, especially over the crowd of excited, sweaty men, but if he did, he’s sure he would pick up on the bitter scent of anxiety, would hear your heart beating a little too fast. He’d say you’re lucky the guards aren’t hybrids, but he knows that’s not the case. You never count on luck. Everybody knows that. That’s what makes you so good at your job. That’s what might just save his life.

He glances at you, finds your eyes glued on him, and gives you a smirk, which reveals his abnormally pointy teeth for a rabbit hybrid. It’s been over a year since they’ve been sharpened for him, to make him look more threatening. You’re used to them, but he still sees you swallow. For the first time he wonders, vaguely, if you had any say in that. You’re the one he meets with nowadays, but you’re not his owner, after all.

Your eyes leave him to look at his opponent. The man’s taller and has broad shoulders, he seems to have some training based on his on-guard position, and he’s older than him. You couldn’t find many informations on him, but based on his attributes, he’s probably some kind of dog hybrid.

You both know he doesn’t stand a chance.

“On my left,” the announcer roars, “some fresh meat! I give you… Jin!”

There are enthusiastic shouts, and the man shoots nervous glances around him at the crowd all around him. It’s clear that he isn’t used to that type of setting, and you feel an unexpected wave a guilt in your chest. He’s going to get destroyed tonight, you’re sure of it. You’re the one who suggested that Jungkook should fight a newbie, for the show. You don’t regret your decision, but you don’t feel good about it either.

“And on my right! The man who needs no introduction, who has won thirty! Two! Fights in a row, I give you… Jungkook!”

The crowd goes hysterical, and the hybrid facing him winces again. If he thought he had chance before that, it’s clear that he doesn’t anymore. You wonder if he’d heard about Jungkook, if his owners had prepared him well enough, if whoever owned him was betting against him. You wonder if he’d just been told he would be fighting a rabbit hybrid and assumed he would be fine.

Jungkook’s long ears are flat against his head, carefully tucked under a headband, and without those, he doesn’t look like a rabbit hybrid, too tall and broad-shouldered. Then again, he had never really been your typical rabbit hybrid.

Truth was, you had been relieved when you had been assigned to working for the daughter of Mr. Xanders. Your whole life, you had known you would end up here. Your dad had worked for the Family since before your birth, and though it was clear your mom disapproved, she had never held any illusion that you would escape it. If anything, you were the sacrifice, a way of making sure your siblings wouldn’t be forced to work for the most powerful crime family in town. That was, if you did good enough.

Getting assigned to the girl who was nicknamed “the Princess” was both a blessing and a curse. It meant you got to stay away from most of the illegal stuff, as the girl was notoriously sheltered from all of that by her father. However, it also meant that you had to basically babysit the spoiled seventeen years old, despite her being only a few years younger than you. You had dressed as professionally and sternly as you could, adorning yourself in a dark woman’s suit, but she hadn’t seemed impressed.

That was how you found yourself here, at an auction for rare hybrids. You thought the whole thing was grim — oh, how naive you had to be back then, to think this was bad — but you had obeyed orders without batting an eye. You had to do this right, and this was a pretty easy job, after all.

You gritted your teeth silently as various hybrids were brought on stage, exhibited and bought, one by one. The status of hybrids was a complicated subject in the country, always had been, but you had grown up in a poor area, where a lot of hybrids lived freely, and the idea of owning what you knew to be a person made you sick to your stomach. At least the Princess hadn’t said a word the whole time you’d been there, and you had hopes that you would leave without — God — buying someone.

Naive. So damn naive.

“I want this one,” the girl had announced decidedly, pointing at the stage with a movement of her chin.

Shit.

You looked at the stage. There, the auctioneer was highly praising the hybrid who had last been brought on stage. A surprisingly tall and muscular rabbit hybrid, with fluffy black hair and long ears falling on either side of his head. He was shaking slightly, sending terrified looks around him, and your heart tightened in your chest.

Naive and soft.

“Are you sure?” you asked, and the girl rolled her eyes.

“Do your job. Get him for me.”

Numbers flashed in your mind, the exact amount of money you were allowed to spend clear as day. It made you feel a little better, for a second. This was what you were good with; numbers, facts, informations. If you thought of the hybrid as just that — a number,  an element to compose with — you should be able to do what you were supposed to do. Do your damn job, and ensure your little brother never ever had to work here, because they wouldn’t be as kind to him.

You took a deep breath, and, after a few people had already considerably raised the price, you made your bid.

Jungkook walks to the center of the ring, arms raised high. He’s good at giving a show, good at most things, actually. He looks good here, confident, knowing exactly what he’s worth, and he’s nothing like what he was that first day. There is absolutely no fear on his face as he fists the air and people shout for him. Instead, he seems to be positively thriving on the attention he’s getting.

He’s a favorite here, because he always gives people what they came for. He makes the fight last, makes it theatrical, with twists and impressive moves. It’s been a while since he’s struggled in a fight, really struggled, which has made it easier. You recognize you’ve played your part in that. You have your word to say when picking his opponents, and you don’t want him to— well, to die, or to be too badly injured.

You know it’s not much. You know no matter what you tell yourself, that’s not protecting him. You know you should have acted a lot earlier.

But you didn’t.

They gave you Jungkook as soon as the payment was confirmed, which didn’t take long. People were fidgeting in the room, careful not to stare too long at the Princess. They knew who she was, of course. The bodyguards and your ghostly presence, one step behind her, did not do anything to soothe their nerves. No one actually knew you back then. You hadn’t earned your reputation of efficiency, no one had called you a cold-hearted bitch yet, though that would pretty much become your identifier, but you were still somewhat unnerving, with your stillness and your all black attire.

Which was why you never tried to add color to it.

The Princess seemed to be in her element, not bothered by the silence and people’s obvious fear of her, even for a second. Instead, she was watching her acquisition. The hybrid — Jungkook, you remembered, because you’d heard his name after winning the auction — was staring at the floor, stealing glances at her every once in a while, before quickly looking away again. He was clearly shy, and terrified, and it looked like the Princess liked that.

When they handed the leash to her, she was quick to clip it on his collar, and you held back your disgust. Your mind went to Mark, a kind golden retriever hybrid you had grown up with, and the idea of him being collared like that almost made you retch.

But, of course, none of that could be seen on your face. You had been told that you had the perfect poker face, unreadable at all times. In moments like this, it was a true blessing.

“Hello, Jungkook, I’m Anna, and I’m your new owner. I’m going to take good care of you.”

Then Jungkook looked up at her, briefly, and an adorable smile curved his lips.

You knew then that this could only end in pain and heartbreak.

Once Jungkook is done, he turns to face Jin. The other hybrid looks like he wants to run away, but even if he tried it, he’d be pushed right back in. So he does the smart thing, and prepares himself for the fight, lifting his hands to protect himself. Jungkook does the same thing. There is a brief moment of silence, everyone bracing themselves for what is to come. Despite his earlier display, Jungkook is deathly calm now, every muscle in his body ready for action.

The second the bell rings, Jungkook is moving, so fast he’s almost blurry, and you have to avert your eyes when his fist connects with the other hybrid’s chest.

This all feels like it could have been avoided.

A relationship quickly developed between the shy bunny and the Princess. You didn’t say anything about it; that wasn’t what you were here for. A baby-sitter, sure, but not a chaperone. Anyway, it seemed like Mr. Xanders wasn’t too worried about that, and his daughter was free to do whatever she wanted as long as she didn’t get pregnant. You supposed a hybrid was the perfect choice for that, with how rare it was for them to have children with a human. It could happen, of course, but it was highly unlikely without medical assistance.

Still, you weren’t sure you liked the relationship all that much. It just felt like Anna had so much power over him. He was a couple of years older than her, since selling hybrids under eighteen was technically illegal, but it was clear from the very beginning that he had been sheltered and didn’t have much experience in— well, in any areas. A sickening feeling told you that had probably been done on purpose by the people who had raised him. You were well aware of what rabbit hybrids were usually bought for.

You watched, silently, as they got close, as Anna’s hands started to easily find Jungkook’s, as Jungkook started to rest his head on her shoulder, to scent her, as he fell in love with her. Today, maybe you would have been annoyed at the sight, annoyed by his innocence, but back then, it only made you sad.

You were also there to see Anna grow bored of him. It didn’t even take her that long, no more than a couple of months.

When she insisted on going to another hybrid auction, and asked you to bid on someone else, you knew that it was over.

“Get him to fight,” Mr. Xanders told you dismissively at a meeting you had with him. “I want the money he cost me back.”

“He’s a rabbit hybrid,” you had said, frowning. “He’s not exactly the fighting type.”

“I didn’t tell you to make him win,” he scoffed. “I don’t care if you have to bet against him. Get my money back. After that, I don’t care what you do with him.”

You didn’t realize then that that was a ‘promotion’, and that this meant you would start working in illegal settings. All you knew was the painful weight in your chest at the idea of sending Jungkook to his death. You had kept away from him, not trying to create any bonds with him, but he smiled politely and kindly when he saw you.

God, he was in love with Anna. You were sure he had noticed her losing interest in him, but you also believed he held out hope. This could— This would probably be crushing for him.

So you took the matter into your own hands. You didn’t just sign him up for an upcoming fight, but you also found him a trainer, the best you could.

“Does Anna want me to learn how to fight?” he had asked you, big brown eyes looking at you, when you had told him about the training. “So I can be her bodyguard?”

“My orders don’t come from Anna,” you’d answered, trying to stay as distant as possible.

“But will she— Do you think she’ll like me again, if I learn to fight?”

No. You thought Anna had gotten everything she wanted from him.

“I don’t know,” you had answered. You couldn’t. You couldn’t do it.

The first fight had been brutal. Devastating, in fact. Jungkook had been training, and you’d been told he was good at what he was doing, but, as a newbie, he’d been sent against an expert fighter — “for the show”, you’d heard, the exact same thing you would use as well, years later —, and you were later told he was lucky he’d made it out alive.

You stayed next to him in the hospital room. As a hybrid, he healed quickly, but he still looked terrible, body marred with black and blue, lip busted, and black eyes. When he woke up, he looked around the room, every movement he made clearly painful, and you knew, at his expression, that there was only one thing he thought about in that moment.

Anna wasn’t there.

You would never forget the look he gave you then. The way he set his jaw, the way something hardened in his eyes.

“Get out,” he had said, and you were pretty sure he had meant for it to sound aggressive, but he wasn’t good at it yet, so it was more pleading.

You had gotten up, made a move to— to pat his shoulder, to do something, but you had refrained and your hand had fallen down to your side.

“I’m sorry,” you had said, and you had left him alone in there, with his broken hopes and heart.

That night was the first and last time you considered leaving your job.

But there was no quitting, where you worked.

In the ring, of course, Jungkook is good. He leaves an opening for the guy to place a few punches, ones that can’t hurt him too much. The crowd is delirious, bets are being placed. There’s a rumor that Jungkook was injured at the last fight so tonight could be the night where he loses his title, couldn’t it? The first round is coming to an end, and he doesn’t seem to have done much so, surely, he’s not going to be able to end that guy by the third, like he usually does — and if he does, hey, at least they’ll have had one hell of a show.

The three rounds thing is something you asked him to do after an organizer told you people needed that to feel they had gotten their money’s worth. You had told Jungkook, and he’d growled an answer, but he had never won in less than that since. For all his obvious hatred of you, the organization, and everything that surrounded him, he didn’t actively oppose you most of the time. He had tried to run away, twice, but when those attempts had failed, he had seemed to realize that it was just easier to go with the flow.

When the second round starts, though, he goes wild. His bare feet are light on the floor,  his fists quick and precise. He doesn’t leave anything to luck either. Every punch lands exactly where he wants it to, when he wants it to. He dodges his opponent’s attacks easily, and he sees in his eyes the moment when the man realizes that he’s not winning this. He sees confidence turn into surprise, then into fear, and it only makes him want blood.

His right hook hits the man in the jaw with all the power he can put into it, and this time you don’t wince. You’ve gotten used to the violence now — it always takes you a while — and you’re mostly impressed at how good Jungkook is.

But that’s exactly why you’re in this situation, isn’t it?

“We should put him down,” Mr. Xanders said, with the exact same dismissive tone he had used years ago to tell you to make Jungkook fight, and you looked at him in disbelief. Surely, surely, he didn’t mean—

“I really disapprove of that solution, dad,” Anna said, shaking her head, and you realized he did.

You had been surprised by Anna’s presence, when you had walked into the office. You hadn’t worked for her in a long time, having graduated to far worse things. You had served your purpose, you supposed, made yourself practically indispensable when it came to the organizing of the Family’s business, as you knew the workings of the Family in and out, both legal and… less legal aspects. No one had ever said anything about your siblings joining.

“He attacked someone,” her father simply shrugged.

“If I may, Mr. X, it was after a fight and the man was being really aggressive after he lost the money he’d bet against—”

“I don’t care,” he said, waving his hand like you were just an annoying fly. “He attacked a human. We can’t have our hybrids doing that, otherwise it will just be chaos. You’re smart enough to know that.”

You swallowed. Something inside you was screaming. You had long shut down any form of moral compass, but it seemed like Jungkook always awoke the last remnants of it. You were pretty sure he despised you now, and you didn’t blame him for it. But, just like what you’d thought when Anna had bought him, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this just wasn’t right.

“I understand, sir.”

“That’s a horrible thing you’re doing, dad,” Anna insisted. “I thought you’d try to at least reason with him, (Y/N).”

That wasn’t your job. You knew when your opinion was asked on those things, and now was not one of those times. You also knew that you hated that she called you by your first name, like the two of you were friends, and you didn’t say anything about that either.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Mr. Xanders said warmly, like he had just refused to buy her an expensive toy, and not condemned a man to death. “I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Anna sighed and rolled her eyes, and you assumed she’d probably stay mad at him for a while. But not too long.

Your heart was beating so loud in your chest you barely heard Mr. Xanders dismissing you, and you were relieved to be left alone when you walked out. There was only one thing you wanted to be thinking about now.

How were you going to save Jungkook’s life?

Jin hits the floor and doesn’t get up. It’s not an actual knock-out, because he’s still moving around, but Jungkook doubts he’ll even try to get back on his feet. The guy seems to be smart, he probably realizes that that would be suicide. Another minute with him on the ring? Nah. That would be a really, really stupid thing to do. Jungkook’s knuckles are bleeding — he doesn’t think they’ve been intact once in the four years he’s been fighting — and he’s pretty much unstoppable, right now.

He lets the referee grab his arm and lift it in the air as the crowd screams. They’re particularly loud tonight, because he won in two rounds. It’s not really a surprise when they force the entrance of the cage, flooding it, and Jungkook looks for you, almost instinctively. When he finds you, your eyes are on your phone. You look like you couldn’t care less about what’s happening around you, and he knows you do genuinely dislike the fights. You’ve never made it a secret. You’ve never taken care of the other hybrids owned by the family who participate, either. He doesn’t know if he’s your burden, or if you’re the one who chooses to still do that. Before, he wouldn’t have doubted it. Now… He’s not so sure.

Your eyes flicker up to his for a second, and you nod, imperceptibly. Your heart is probably beating as loud as his right now, though for different reasons.

Jungkook examines you, takes in how out of place you are in that environment, immaculately dressed, small glasses on your nose, hair pulled back, and lets himself be amused by it, one last time.

And then he’s gone.

You only visited Jungkook when there was about to be a fight, and it was clear he really didn’t like it when you showed up. You always seemed to be interrupting him, whether it was a training session or a work-out. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him do something other than those two things. You didn’t know if he had anything else.

You brought some food from a restaurant he liked, as you usually did, and got some things for the guards who would be around. That wasn’t as usual, but you had done it before, so hopefully it wouldn’t make anyone suspicious and it would allow you to have some privacy with Jungkook.

He sat down opposite from you, immediately diving into the food you’d brought, and you watched silently. His shoulders were tense, never completely down but, though he would hate to admit it, he was more relaxed around you than around anyone else. It said a lot about his life, about how desperate he was for any form of companionship, that the way you told him about his opponents almost made him feel like you cared about him. It said a lot that your presence comforted him, and it was pretty pathetic, if you asked him.

“So, who am I fighting?” he asked while eating. He never bothered with his manners when he was around you.

“A newbie,” you said. “Some fighting training from what I’ve gathered, but he shouldn’t be an issue.”

He growled. The sound was unnatural for a rabbit hybrid, but he had mastered it over the years. It was a good way of intimidating people.

“Really? I thought I told you I wanted a challenge.”

You didn’t reply immediately, and that made him look up at you. When he did, you were chewing on the inside of your cheek, hesitant. That was completely out of character. Then, you made up your mind, and your expression turned back to the unreadable one he was so familiar with.

“Keep eating, and don’t raise your voice” you ordered.

He lifted an eyebrow. Normally, he would have done something like folding his arms and waited for more, in a defiant attitude, but this was you. You would never do something like that just to assert your power over him. He hated your guts, but that was one thing he could say about you.

“Mr. X is going to have you killed because you attacked that man at your last fight.”

There. Direct, to the point, not a useless word — though you couldn’t bring yourself to use the words “put you down”. Jungkook froze for a half a second, than resumed his eating, albeit slower than before.

“It was all good as long as long as I brought him money, but he doesn’t want any trouble for it, huh?”

His voice was bitter and low, barely more than a rumble. You were confident no one was paying attention to you, since the guards ate in another part of the house and no one cared about what you were saying. They could see you through the picture window, but they couldn’t read lips. Still, you lowered your voice as well.

“Win your next fight in two rounds,” you said, instead of answering him.

He shot you a dirty glance.

“Do you really think that’s what I—”

“That should get the crowd to lose their mind,” you continued. You had gone through all the possibilities in your mind, over and over again. This was the one that was the safest for you and your family, while giving Jungkook a reasonable chance of survival. “When that happens, you’ll use the hysteria to leave through your opponent’s entrance.”

This got his attention, and he stopped trying to interrupt you, finally focusing on your words.

“I can probably get you somewhere between five and ten minutes before everyone finds out you’re missing.”

He scoffed.

“That’s very generous of you.”

“I also won’t look too hard for you,” you added, because you would obviously be in charge of that as well. “So as long as you don’t do a terrible job hiding, we probably won’t find you. Stay away from hotels, and don’t get noticed.”

Jungkook stayed silent for a while. He didn’t look at you, jaw set, and you were pretty sure he was weighing the pros and cons of your plan.

“I don’t know if there’ll be another chance,” you told him truthfully. “They want you gone after the fight.”

The silence went on a little longer, before Jungkook spoke again.

“Anna’s said yes to that?”

You didn’t miss the way his voice faltered on her name. You didn’t think he had spoken to her in years, but he still had a soft spot for her, and being reminded of it always made you sad. You had accepted, a long time ago, that life wasn’t fair, but that was particularly true when it came to him. None of what had happened to him was fair. The shy boy with the wide eyes you’d helped buy at the auction deserved better. You didn’t, probably deserved every single bad thing that had happened to you, but for him, you wished you had done something — anything — differently. So you wouldn’t be faced with a jaded, cynical version of that boy right now.

“She opposed it, but her father is still going through with it.”

“So she didn’t oppose it much.”

You didn’t answer that. It was true, and you both knew it.

You glanced at your watch. Your time here was almost over, and you had a lot of responsibilities.

“Will you do it?”

Jungkook glanced at you, eyes wary.

“How do I know you’re telling me the truth? You could just do that so you could have me killed and say I tried to escape.”

You shook your head, almost amused by the possibility.

“I would gain nothing from doing that, and if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t go about it that way. Will you do it?”

This time, he nodded. He didn’t trust you, but he thought you were telling the truth on this.  So following your plan would be just as well.

“Good. I’ll see you for the fight.”

This would have been a good moment to wish him good luck, probably, but you didn’t do luck, so you didn’t say anything. You gave him a quick nod, gathered your things, and then you were out.

You didn’t think to say goodbye.

“We’ll get him when the crowd’s dispersed,” one of the bodyguards says, and you hum noncommittally in response, eyes on your phone.

Moron.

If these two were the ones you usually work with, they would know that your usual protocol is to go get Jungkook as soon as the referee’s lifted his hand up. That way, you can get him out as quickly as possible and you don’t have to worry about him getting mobbed. But you’ve changed your team the day Mr. Xanders asked you to ‘put Jungkook down’, so they have no idea. It’s been a week since then, which shouldn’t make it too suspicious. Hopefully.

When the crowd does move enough to see what’s going on in the cage — three minutes — one of the two men says, voice worried, “Hey, can you see him?”

Your head snaps up and your eyes scan the room. You’re relieved to see that Jungkook’s nowhere in sight.

“Where is he?” you ask urgently, and the men seem to shrink under your glare, exchanging worried glances. You roll your eyes and sigh. This may be your plan, but they’re still acting incompetent. Which is good for you, sure, but the perfectionist in you is annoyed.

“You two should pray he’s in the changing room,” you spit out as you march towards it. It takes some struggle, because the crowd isn’t exactly calming down, but it’s not too long.

Of course, Jungkook isn’t in the changing room. It was a bad idea to go look there anyway — usually you would probably have already informed everyone that he had disappeared — but these two don’t seem to realize that.

“Go search the fighting room,” you order, “make sure you haven’t missed anything. Then check the surroundings. I’ll stay there. Let me know if you find something.”

They practically run out, and you allow yourself to sit down. This isn’t even dangerous yet. If Jungkook’s done that part correctly, he should already be too far for them to find him. As far as you’re concerned, you’ve bought him — you check your watch — seven minutes. But even if you don’t doubt him, you still feel terror at the idea they could catch him. You don’t know what would happen then. You don’t want to think about it.

The seconds tick by. It’s been almost exactly ten minutes when your phone rings.

“Hello, Miss—”

“Do you have him?” you bark.

There’s a silence.

“I want an answer!” you snap.

“No. I’m sorry. We’ve lost him.”

You hang up immediately and start to dial another number to let people know Jungkook’s missing.

But, before you actually call, you let out a brief sigh of relief.

This just might work.

You get home late the following night. When you do, you’re absolutely exhausted. You’ve had a terrible day, unable to sleep a wink, and you got thoroughly chewed out over Jungkook going missing. You think Mr. X was suspicious of you, because you basically don’t fuck up, ever, but then Anna started to wax poetics about how “Jungkook was a soul who wanted to live”, and you don’t think he bought it, but it at least got his mind off of you.

You doubt he’d get you killed over that, it just isn’t worth it and you’re pretty valuable, but it would be much better if he didn’t think about it too much.

You’ve organized the searches, pretty sloppily in your own opinion. Of course, it’s possible that they could find him, but if Jungkoook does his part, everything should be okay.

You remove your shoes with a groan when you walk in. You usually never regret wearing heels, thankful for the centimeters they help you gain, but tonight you definitely do. Keeping them on for two days was not how they had been intended to be used.

Once they’re off your feet, you painfully walk to your kitchen. All you want to do is to make yourself a cup of tea before going to bed, but you stop yourself before grabbing your kettle.

Something feels— off. You’re probably the only person who could notice it, because you’re  so obsessive with everything that’s in your home, but you just can’t miss it. It’s not much, just some items that aren’t where they should be, or that were moved a little to the side.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you hesitantly grab a knife from your kitchen drawer. You don’t think that would do anything, if someone was in your apartment right now, because you can’t fight and, considering the people you work for, you’re pretty sure if someone wanted to kill you they would, but it makes you feel better.

You make your way through the living-room slowly, heart hammering in your chest. You check the bathroom, first. No one’s in there, but it’s clear that whoever was there used it as well. He didn’t put your toothpaste back where it belonged.

That only leaves your room. You walk in, carefully, to find it empty. Your bed’s done, though not exactly how you do it, and that confuses you. At least until your eyes find the necklace that’s on your bedside table.

It’s the identifying tag Jungkook wore around his neck for fights. You reach out for it, in disbelief, and that only confirms what you thought.

A laugh bubbles in your throat, and you just can’t hold it in. It escapes your lips, breaking the silence that always reigns in your apartment.

Here. He was here, in the eye of the storm, while everyone was looking for him. You have no idea where he is now, but this makes you feel like he’ll be fine. Clearly, he is a smart man and he has resources.

You fall to the ground, lean against your bed, holding the tag in your hand. You give yourself a second. That’s more than you usually get. It’s a second to close your eyes and feel grateful and happy about what happened, a second to think that perhaps not everything is dark and terrible in the world.

A second, because Jungkook made it out.

And then, you open your eyes, and you come back to your reality, which is that you’ll be working for the family tomorrow, and the day after that, and probably for the rest of your life. There’s no out for you. No hope.

But at least Jungkook should be fine. You’ll never know about it, because if he is, then you’ll never hear about him again.

If you ever do, it will only mean bad news.

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ascendance - 03

PAIRING: mob!bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: abduction, age gap (reader is 23, bucky is 37)

A/N: it’s short and still not as exciting as it is about to become but we gotta build a ✨ foundation✨  first. hope you enjoy xx

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Bucky was standing in the kitchen, back leaned against the counter of the kitchen with his eyes on the girl who was currently sat in his couch with a badly bandaged hand. He was never good at first aid, he hadn’t been good at it with his sister and he definitely hadn’t been good with her, yet he thought it would be best than let her bleed out onto her costume which she still hadn’t taken out and that included her wig. He knew what hair looked like, he could see it in the back of his mind from the dark costume room, her hair pushed back into the same hairstyle most of the girls in the opera house had. Yet he also knew that getting out of her costume was the last thing going in her mind despite him not knowing at all what was going on in her head. She just stood in silence, looking at the wall of the TV but the TV was off, despite the fact the remote was next to her. 

What was he even supposed to do with her? He couldn’t tie her to the bed or hide her in the basement, he didn’t have a basement. Besides, he didn’t know whenever she’d actually be used as a trading chip so he didn’t know how long he would have to babysit her. How was he even supposed to do John’s bidding if he had to keep an eye on her? It wasn’t like he could leave, she would try to escape. Heck, she’d even try to escape when he was in the apartment. This was a mess, a mess he needed to clean, a mess he didn’t know how to clean. 

The door bell was the first sound in that flat for 2 hours and he sighed out of relief he could finally leave and not have to stare at her and her Bambi like stare. Damned Billy. 

     - She’s a runner. - Bucky said as he opened the door, a stunned Billy walking in like a scared little mouse. - I’ll be gone for two hours. Make sure she’s okay, not bleeding and definitely not escaping. 

Billy nodded his head like a bobble doll, standing stiff by the door as Bucky grabbed the keys to his bike and left. Y/N finally looked up, away from the wall and at Billy. He couldn’t be older than her, and if he were, he couldn’t be more than a year or two older than her. He had shaggy hair and eyes which were filled with insecurity and fear yet a facade of strength which he definitely did not have. She should’ve been mad at him, after all he was the one who misunderstood the assignment (whatever it was) and got her hostage. Yet, she merely saw a boy who was scared, perhaps as scared as she was. 

    - I’m Y/N. - she pipped up as if the two of them were co-workers who were just meeting.

    - Billy.

    - Is that a nickname or a name ... you know like Billy Bigelow. 

    - Billy Bigelow’s a wife beater. - he snickered. - My name’s William but they call me Billy.

    - Do you like being called Billy? I can call you William if you want. 

    - Will.

    - Pardon?

    - I like being called Will but John said it sounds childish. - he clarified, slightly kicking the air like a petulant child. 

    - I like Will better. - she moved towards the end of the couch, patting the pillow next to her. - Do you wanna sit?

   - He doesn’t like it when people sit in his couch. 

   - Well .. I’m sat in the couch and he didn’t say anything, besides, how would he even know you were sat in the couch. 

There wasn’t much she knew about the man who had been overseeing her. She didn’t even knew his name other than the “Soldat” nickname she’d heard John call him. It wasn’t like she particularly cared about knowing him, after all he was the one who was keeping her hostage and he was also the one who had kept her alive. Yet, at this point she wondered if being alive was a faith worse than being dead. How bad is death anyway, she pondered. Maybe it hurts to leave, but it doesn’t hurt to stay dead. She wanted to believe in what he had told her, she wanted to believe that all of this was just a big nightmare, it was just a hiccup in her path. She was gonna go back, she was going back, she had to go back. She had no choice but to go back. 

Her eyes lingered on the broken window, covered by a piece of cardboard tapped to the broken glass, a shattering reminder that she had failed at escaping, had failed at leaving. She should’ve fought harder to escape, she should’ve said no when the main soprano asked her for help. She should’ve just ... done what she was hired to do. The mere thought of the opera house made her eyes swell with tears. She had been so close.

    - I’m sorry. - Will blurted out, his words causing her to immediately wipe her eyes before the tears could actually roll down. - I screwed up, didn’t mean to ruin your shot. 

    - That’s ... that’s fine. - she breathed out. - They’re gonna let me go at some point, right? They can’t keep me forever.

    - Yeah, eventually someone else will screw up. - he scratched the back of his neck. - It’s nice he didn’t tie you down or handcuff you to the bed. 

    - It’s a nice ... arrangement, I guess. 

    - Do you wanna watch Carousel? It’s always rerunning on channel 6. 

    - Are we allowed to watch TV? If you’re not allowed on the couch, I doubt the TV is a yes. 

    - He won’t know.

The beginning of the film was bittersweet as it immediately took her back to better days. Back to when she rented her very first flat in New York while a sophomore at Julliard, when she only had her laptop and a few pillows which made the very old studio flat look like a home, she would sit down in the worn out mattress with her laptop and watch old golden age musicals dreaming of the time she would be on stage. The beginning notes of the overture only brought her back to nights when the rain was harshly falling down on the rain and she was sat in her, open books of several opera music theories lightened up by the low blue light of her laptop. She had fought so hard and she was going to fight even harder to get out of this. She was going to be back in those grounds and with heavy, sleep filled eyes, she swore she would get back to the stage. 

Bucky parked the bike by the sidewalk, sighing as he realised he was not going to an empty home, the same empty home he had fought for. He liked peace and quiet, he liked to be surrounded by nothing but him and his thoughts yet now he had to come back to some girl staying in his house who was keen on breaking all off his windows. Just what he needed, someone coming into his home to fix the window. How was he going to achieve that? 

He opened the door and threw the keys somewhere onto the table near the door. Billy was standing up by the couch, Carousel was playing on the TV and she was sleeping on the couch, surrounded by the fabric of the costume she still hadn’t taken off. Not that she had anything to change into.

   - She’s sweet. - Billy rubbed the sole of his shoe against the ground. 

   - You think all girls are sweet. - Bucky walked to his kitchen, making himself a glass of whiskey. - You old enough to drink, kid?

    - I have to drive back home. 

    - She behaved? - he moved the glass in her direction, eyes lingering a bit too long on her sleeping figure. 

    - She fell asleep mid the film. Hm ... I’m gonna go. Thanks for everything, Bucky, specially with John. 

    - You should get going, kid. Your mother and father will worry.

The sound of the closed door left the two of them alone once again. What was he supposed to do with her? How was he even supposed to do his ... his duties if he constantly needed someone to watch her so she doesn’t try to escape? Where is he even supposed to find someone to watch her? Kidnappingvictims babysitting.com? He sighed out of frustration, whipping his head in her direction almost upset she existed; yet, looking at her sleeping form calmed down his features.

He put the glass in the sink, walking to his couch where she was. Somehow he always ended up in tricky situations and this had to be in the top 5 worst decisions. Yet, she didn’t deserve dying, she didn’t deserve it. It wasn’t her fault any of this had happened. She was just at the wrong place, she was just somewhere she shouldn’t have been and Bucky couldn’t blame her for that. He put a hand on the couch and snaked an arm under her figure, lifting her up from the couch and holding her flush against his chest. Her head instinctually fell against his chest, nose nuzzling his black t-shirt.

There was nothing he could do now. In all honesty, he couldn’t think of anyone in his inner circle where she would be at least in safety. The group of people he hanged around weren’t particularly of high moral standards and he wasn’t a saint either, god, he was closer to being the devil than being a saint; yet, he knew things and he knew what awaited her if she had been assigned to anyone else. In his mind all of this would be over soon; either Billy or one of the newbies would screw up and get them in trouble with the police and then John would trade her in so he wouldn’t go to prison. It was only a matter of time. 

He laid her down on his bed, pulling the comforter over her and taking a final look at her before exiting the room and taking to the couch. He pulled at the bottom of the furniture, the pillows unfolding to form a small bed which his feet would inevitably fall off, yet they didn’t make any bigger couches which turned into beds and he had never expected to have any company in his flat anyway. He too eventually fell asleep, lit by the low blue light of the TV. 

The morning was a harsh reminder for Y/N that this whole situation was not a nightmare but her reality. Her hand pushed her torso off the bed, sleepish eyes looking around as she tried to figure out where she was. She didn’t remember falling asleep in a bed but that didn’t matter because she quickly realised she was alone. She couldn’t hear anything but the ambience sounds coming from the window. She was alone. As that thought registered, she kicked the comforter away from her body and settled her feet to the ground, rushing in silent steps to the door which she opened. Her eyes registered a clear path from where she was to the exit door whose chain was down. She bite on her lip before stepping out of the bedroom.

    - Where are you going? - the familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. Y/N considered making a run from it but just as she convinced herself of that idea, he stepped in front of her, standing like a big wall keeping her from freedom. He looked her down, like a small, inoffensive prey. She thought of running once more, but she was smart enough to know he would easily overpower her. - Where are you going? 

    - Hm ... - think, anything, just think of anything. - The bathroom.

He scoffed, walking forward and towards her but she stepped back every time he got closer until her back hit the door. She stood there, small and wondering what to do as the man whose name she still did not know stood close to her, close enough she could almost feel the permeating heat coming from his body. His gloved fingers pinched her chin, pushing it up so her eyes looked into his. They were blue, a shade of blue she couldn’t really say she’d ever seen and maybe if she were in a different situation, she would’ve even said they were hypnotising. Yet, now, they just bore into hers, as if he was digging into her subconscious. He leaned closer, fingers still holding her chin up.

    - Liar. - his voice was deep and husky, deep enough it sounded like a whisper. He let go of her chin, stepping back and returning to the kitchen while she remained against the door. - We had a deal. 

    - I know. 

    - Are you trying to get yourself killed, kid? - he asked in a dry voice. 

    - Don’t call me kid. - she didn’t know what else to say. What could she said after all? - It’s condescending. 

    - You didn’t answer me, Y/N. - he emphasised her name. It sounded almost wrong for him to be calling her that, yet she guessed it was better than kid. Sure, he was definitely older than her but she wasn’t young enough to be called kid. She couldn’t even recall the last time someone called her kid. - Are you trying to get yourself killed?

    - No. 

    - Then what are you doing?

    - I don’t know.

    - You need to trust me. 

    - Why should I? I don’t know you, I don’t even know your name so why should I trust you? For all I know you could be lying to me. 

    - You think I wanna play babysitting with you? I would much rather have a free home than have you run around in costume. - he glared at her. - And you don’t need to know my name, you need to do what I tell you to do if you wanna come out of this alive. 

    - Well what if I don’t want to? - she narrowed her eyes. 

    - You want to fucking die? Is that it? - he sneered. - Because that would’ve saved the fucking headache that you’ve been. 

    - Maybe you should’ve killed me. You had no problem killing Tommy. - her words were mindless yet filled with some sort of anger. She didn’t realise what she had said until she saw his face.

His facade seemed to drop before his jaw clenched, eyes hardened as he raised his head to look her up and down. She held the knob of the door, ready to open it and escape into the bedroom but he didn’t do anything. He just looked at her, angry before he made a move yet he didn’t walk her direction, he merely opened the fridge to take a water bottle yet that look, that look still remained. 

   - What do you want from me? - she pried. - I had a life, you know. I had plans and ...

   - So did I. You don’t wanna be a kid? Stop acting like one. 

   - My parents don’t know where I am. - she followed him into the kitchen. - I am their only child and I call them everyday. At least, let me call them, let me tell them I’m safe.​

   - I can’t, that’s not how things work. 

   - So what? You’re just gonna keep me here? Forever?

   - Trust me, kid, it’s not exactly what I want either. It’s not my choice and it’s definitely not yours. 

   - I am not gonna stop trying to escape.

   - Based on how well you’ve done so far, I wouldn’t hold my breathe. 

TAGLIST: @lookiamtrying @buckyswillows @blossomslibrary @juliesland @iloveshawnieboi​ @unmagically @red-head011

[subfunctions]

more fic thoughts (oops), considering the pairing of the newbies with subordinate functions, as Betas to the fic’s Alphas.

the human-AI line-up goes: Varl and ELEUTHIA, Vanasha and MINERVA, Erend and DEMETER, Avad and APOLLO, Petra and HEPHAESTUS, Talanah and ARTEMIS, Sona and AETHER, Sylens and HADES, [redacted] and POSEIDON. and, of course, Aloy and GAIA.

I could change plans for POSEIDON and pair him with a newbie as Alpha (or even someone from the Frozen Wilds, since this fic was planned out before that dropped, LMAO). unfortunately, his presence in HFW doesn’t give me much of an inspirational jumping-off point (literally cannot get over the sub-functions being functionally KILLED OFF.... never wish for anything, ladies).

so I’m rolling that over in my mind, but in the meantime, possible pairings (not necessarily based on the most obvious):

Alva with HEPHAESTUS. the Quen are.... a hot mess of orientalist tropes, so I’ll have to think about reworking that too, but in the meantime, something about the potential dangers in the pursuit of knowledge paired with the potential dangers of machine creation, and coming to realize both the necessity of checks and balances in order to curb those dangers, and the difficulty of fairly implementing those checks and balances without tipping over into, uh, authoritarianism. plus, Petra and Alva as a duo (older lesbian and baby lesbian 💙), practical, communal application of knowledge vs. its more esoteric pursuit, collection, and hoarding, and Alva’s personality paired with my grumpy-ass Heph.

Kotallo with MINERVA. MINERVA had the only offensive purpose of Zero Dawn, and she is one of the few subordinate functions who fully completed her purpose, leaving her bereft and in need of new purpose like the loss of an arm might. Kotallo and Vanasha would play marvelously against each other -- more chances for Vanasha to torment very serious men with bad jokes, while she also struggles with leaving behind a hard-edged past for something softer. and Kotallo, in an ironic twist of fate, babysitting and trying to temper my MINERVA’s feisty fight-y attitude.... much potential there.

I’m a little torn on Zo -- DEMETER is the obvious choice and would work easily (DEMETER reading her poetry to Zo 🥺). the idea of Erend trying to be a sort of “mentor” to Zo is great comedy, and they have some sweet interactions in HFW. but that would depend on how a reworked timeline shakes out, since DEMETER doesn’t come into play until later, and ELEUTHIA would also be a good choice that’s a little less obvious (much like pairing Erend with DEMETER). I like Zo/Varl in theory (in practice, I’m side-eyeing any Pair The Spare with black characters that conveniently dodges around interracial relationships). it would be a good way to give them some depth, with ELEUTHIA playing the most unsubtle matchmaker in history. and something about exploring the creation of life and its heavy responsibility without shoving in an unnecessary pregnancy + absent father trope (BLEGH 🤮), while pairing ELEUTHIA’s representation of new life with Zo’s nature as a gravesinger and the bloody past that led her there (cycle of life and such). and I could always have Zo develop a strong bond with DEMETER too, after DEMETER joins the fold, since Zo would be the most readily primed to develop quick rapport with the sub-functions. 💙

and then maybe pulling in some particularly shiny secondary characters from HFW as more Betas, in the same way that I have Teersa as an ELEUTHIA Beta. I’ll have to see, and it all depends on what I might theoretically do with the timeline, should I pursue this rewritten fic.

[prettybirdy979]

Fic: Aziraphale & Crowley - Playing Dead

Please feel free to send me any prompts. More of my fics here. This comes from a conversation on the Ace Omens server; some of the lines were theirs too, though I tweaked them to make them more mine.

This post is for context.

Aziraphale absolutely loathes running. Why, of all things, did humanity invent running? There are a thousand far cleverer things they have come up with, why didn’t they skip this one?

And why, of all things, did Heaven choose running as the one thing of humanity’s to embrace?

Ahead of him, a pack of newly arrived angels he’s technically babysitting are jogging along in perfect formation. All bright haired and blue eyed, they look like a family of teens in the most off putting of ways. Like someone took the personality out of the von Trappe children and missed the point of who their father was fighting. Eager and angelic and lacking even the little common sense Aziraphale had in Eden!

So while this duty isn’t technically ‘babysitting’ - it’s providing a comprehensive overview and introduction to Earth - Aziraphale is far too tired to try using Heaven speak. He’ll call it what it is.

Babysitting the newbies.

‘A demon!’ one of the angels cry and they all take it up, like those little seagulls in that heartwarming movie Crowley cried over. ‘Demon!’ 

They all speed up.

Groaning, Aziraphale does too - oh no. What if it’s Crowley?

Aziraphale, with another groan, speeds up some more. He’s surprised it only takes a moment to catch up to the little pack. They’ve all stopped and are standing in a circle around a body.

A familiar body. Oh no.

‘Who struck h- the demon?’ Aziraphale huffs out as he gets close. His heart is pounding and there’s something fiery in his chest he’s only just managing to keep out of his voice.

The angel pack all look at him with wide, unblinking eyes. ‘No one,’ the blondest one finally says.

Aziraphale searches for their name in his memory, comes up blank and decides it doesn’t matter. Blondest will do. ‘No one smote the demon?’

They all shake their heads. The darkest blonde - Dark Blonde - one moves towards Crowely, who is on his back with his mouth wide open and tongue out, He’s drappled across the concrete exactly like one of those silhouettes from those movies he likes. 

Before Aziraphale can stop the angel, they flip Crowley over.

Crowley rolls back over in an instant, mouth still open and tongue still out. Wait.

Aziraphale checks. That is very definitely a living, breathing, demon. What?

‘It’s dead,’ Dark Blonde says. 

‘Is it?’ Blondest asks. They step forward and flip Crowley over for themselves.

Another roll back.

‘Dead!’ declares the angel.

Another angel, red haired this time, steps forward to flip Crowley. This time Crowley hisses ‘I’m dead,’ as he’s flipped over, and the chorus of angels agree, that yes, the demon is dead. But another one steps forward to try too, ready to see if Crowley stops being dead this time.

Aziraphale bites his lip. If he didn’t, he would be face palming. Dear Lord, he knew the new angels were green but *this*...

Yes. Very good,’ Aziraphale says when the last angel, one of the few browned haired ones, flips the demon and they go for round two. ‘You destroyed the demon. You should be proud of yourselves.’

‘We didn’t even smite it!’ Blondest declares, eyes bright with success.

‘Amazing how dead the demon is,’ one of the brown haired ones says, poking at Crowley with a foot. ‘So dead!’

Aziraphale swallows a groan as that kicks off another flip, from a now very hissy demon. ‘Yes, yes, it is amazing how dead he is. Perhaps you should return to Heaven and-’ Another flip. ‘Oh for- He’s dead! You don't need to keep flipping him.’

All the angels turn to look at him with wide eyes. ‘You did a good job, go team. Why don't you go report your success? Tell Heaven about your smiting without smiting?’

A lot of beaming smiles from the pack of very daft angels. Then they all, as one, ascend to Heaven. Without even checking for watching humans.

Aziraphale gives into the urge to facepalm. 

‘Alright angel?’ Crowley slowly rises from the ground, knees creaking a little as he stands.

‘I cannot believe that worked,’ Aziraphale says with the groan he’s been holding in for what feels like eternity. ‘You weren't even a snake!

Crowley preens as he stretches, cracking his back. ‘I am the master of subterfuge!’ 

Aziraphale gives him the dry look he’s been hiding from those ridiculous creatures. 

‘...Or those angels are dumb,’ Crowley adds, a little sheepish.

Aziraphale sighs. ‘Unfortunately I know exactly which option is right here…’

‘Dinner? I think I owe you one for the scare.’

‘Yes please. Though I believe I owe you, for the trouble.’

Crowley grins and leads Aziraphale away. ‘We’ll figure it out.’

[falasta]

2021 Tumblr year in review

#cats the musical - 155 posts

#yes - 44 posts

#michael munkustrap gruber - 43 posts

#munkustrap my beloved - 40 posts

#tolkien - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#especially how in the book quickbeam is like yeah i've already made up my mind but the others need awhile so i've been sent to babysit

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17 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 11:38:27 GMT

#4

This is exactly how my two little nieces left the dollhouse when they went home this afternoon.

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#3

21 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 14:04:20 GMT

#2

Alright folks, I’m tired of the sadness tonight. I’ve spent too many years of my life feeling depressed and I am damned if I’m going to let it spread any further.

As a newbie to the fandom, I wanted to express just how much I really, truly appreciate everybody who makes this fandom such a creative and lovely space.

Every person who reads this--know that I have been so blown away from the moment I stepped into this fandom by the fun, enthusiastic, welcoming, and KIND people I have encountered. I have so much respect for each and every one of you, and you make my experience here a wonderful one. Please know that!

Reminder of why those of us in the Cats fandom are here: remember the message of forgiveness, understanding, redemption, love, and a promise of a new life? “Cats” is a musical full of fun numbers and fun characters and interactions, and we love it for that! But it is ALSO about becoming and celebrating your best self, continuing to learn and develop in personal character, in skill, and specially in wisdom and love. With, you know, some hip wiggle action and tap shoes and blowing the stage up with magical powers along the way! 😄

To @whitmerule: Thank you for everything you have and continue to do in this fandom, for the gifs and the pictures and the RPs and the butterbuns and your adorable artwork and beautiful writing and for being a gracious, kind, and peacemaking person

To @madamtrashbat for being the first person to really welcome me into this fandom, the first person to tag me 🤗 , for aggressively spreading love and cheer and humor, for standing up for everyone ... and for being a John Partridge fan! AND an amazing writer!

To @alonz-ho for giving such thoughtful advice, for being a cheerleader when people are feeling down, for your artistic talent and skill, for always standing up for others and for always willing to be listening ear

To @skimblyshanks for caring so much about cultivating a positive atmosphere for everyone, and for people to be kind to each other while enjoying our fandom!

To @roxycake .. oh my goodness to roxycake for being everyone’s biggest cheerleader!! For your sweet and cheerful posts and replies, for your blog which provides me an abundance of exquisite artwork daily, and for being a mutual LotR fan 😉

To @linadoonofficial, for creating the world’s most adorable artwork ask game, and for all the work and time that required and how it spread such sweetness and positivity! Thank you for sharing your art and writing and creativity and positivity! AND you gave us an adorable set of kittens to love

To @thatmysticaltuxedocat-rp and @munkthehunk​ . The two of you have made my entire month. The back and forth between Misto and Munk/Tugger/Macavity and all the character interactions are the absolute highlights of my week. I love and appreciate how much you support each other, in character and out of it. I love the fun, the silliness, the drama, and the sweetness in all your posts. And especially just the plain enthusiasm for Cats! You two are the absolute best.

And for so many people I didn’t include here because I’m still a newbie--I see you, I see your posts and reblogs, your fun and venting and creativity and just having fun in the fandom. THANK YOU!!! Thanks so much to all of you!

I can’t do it in person, so please, from me: Deuteronomy’s warm, comforting, loving hug and hand clasp and Munkustrap’s beautiful expression and gentle encouragement. I love this musical so damn much ❤️ 🥺

38 notes • Posted 2021-08-06 05:52:51 GMT

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What I love most about this moment is that Macavity takes a pretty vicious swipe at Jennyanydots, and unlike *everyone else* up that point she barely reacts and swings RIGHT BACK AT HIM, and gets quite a few good ones in there too before Jelly finishes him off. Do NOT mess with the mothers of the tribe!

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https://munkthehunk.tumblr.com/post/658364693292941312/yesss-love-this-bit-these-ladies-really-went

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[joyrose-fandomer]

Music club AU Chap2 (Sanders sides Human AU)

TL;DR: What if you just wanted to play music in peace but the autor sayed “chaos twins :)”

POV: Virgil

Relationship: Creativitwins, Prinxiety, Logicality parent to Virgil, (later in the story) Dukceit.

TW: Play fighting

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God loves to mess with little old Virgil, do they?

The teenager just wanted to play music and have a good time, for ONCE!

But nooo, couldn't have that did he?

Virgil just opened the door to the classroom where the music club took place, standing at the threshold, staring at not one but both of yesterday's idiots staring back at him from their seat in the classroom.

He closed back the door. A laugh exploded inside the room followed by rushed footsteps.

Virgil practically ran through the corridor and was at the other side of it when someone flew the door of the classroom open and yelled.

"WAIT, COME BACK!"

It was a good thing that it was lunchtime and everyone was out, eating because Virgil would not have been able to handle the embarrassment.

The guy took the chance to run through the corridor while Virgil was still stunned.

He reached him breathless.

"Wait... don't go.... just...one second" He took a few deep breaths "Alright... Let's start again."

The tall boy corrected his posture and fashed a 100-watt smile.

"Hi. I'm Roman. And you are?"

Virgil looks at the hand his schoolmate was extending to him like it was going to electrocute him. Wich he was seriously considering could happend.

  The unconvinced emo took a long look up and down the dramatic boy who was growing more uncomfortable and nervous every second.

He was a head taller than Virgil, His hair where a stylish mess, he was wearing an outfit stolen straight up from a model magazine and not to be gay but he was so jacked that Virgil could see his pecks from under his shirt.

"Sooo..." The much to jacked teen continued when he saw that Virgil was not going to answer "Should I be worried by this elevator look or..." He left the end of the sentence hanging in the hope that Virgil would tell him something, anything.

But he simply rose an eyebrow.

Roman finally let his arm fall to his side, starting to be tired of holding it up for so long.

"Look. I got it. Using you for a challenge was not cool. I'm dumb and my brother is even dumber.

 But still, give me chance. I really want to get to know you. So, how about we get back to the classroom before the teacher arrives and you can decide my fate after?

Please?"

His dramatic schoolmate had quickly shot the sentences one after the other, making big movements to accentuate his point.

  Alright, Virgil was starting to get second-hand anxiety from this interaction, let's just go back to the classroom and get it over with.

He sighed and reluctantly got past the nervous mess in front of him to make his way back down the corridor, causing a disbelieving grin to appear on the face of the other boy who started trotting behind him.

If only he knew that he just threw out the window his only chance at peace for that smile.

Once in the classroom, Virgil was immediately greeted by a whistle coming from the other member of the dumb duo who was now sprawled over two chairs and tables. His hair was partially white and his outfit looked like he stoled Roman's close and made them voluntarily look as terrible as possible.

Virgil looked back at Roman who was joining his own hands together over his mouth, silently praying to Virgil to not back out. 

Puppy eyes had always been the emo's weakness, his dad used them constantly against him, so when a pretty face was giving him those hopeful eyes he was unable to refuse.

He reluctantly walked into the classroom only to realize that the only seat left was the one right in front of the brothers that none took due to being the closest to the teacher. 

Great.

"Wow, Ro! I can't believe you managed to get him to stay, that's a new record!"

Roman's brother claimed, throwing his arms for emphasizes and almost hitting Virgil in the process.

"Not thank's to you. Now scout over I wants my sit."

"Make me"

The strange twin challenged with a smirk. A challenge that was apparently accepted immediately judging by the wicked smile appearing on the face of the other twin.

"Gladly"

The dramatic boy took the ankles of the chaotic one and all but dragged him to the floor, getting a laugh out of his brother. Everyone was looking at them like they were insane and Virgil couldn't agree more.

Roman sunk in his sit, behind Virgil, completely unbothered by the chorus of confused laughter from the other students.

This was the scene playing when the teacher entered the classroom. Everyone when as silent as possible, a few of them had to hold their laughter with their hands. The embodiment of chaos looked up from his spot on the ground with an innocent smile.

The teacher took silently a sip of his coffee and walked past the teenager to reach the front of the room before sitting on his desk.

  "Sup, everyone. Glad to see a lot of familiar faces. For those who don't know me, the name's Remy. I'm a music teacher and I'll babysit you all an hour every week for this club. You're welcome."

At the word 'babysit' he looked through his sunglasses at the trouble maker who was sitting back on his chair.

It took barely a look to know which student already knew the men, smiling and snickering like it was their wired uncle or big brother. And the ones who discovered the strange character, blinking and staring in confusion.

Two girls started whispering to each other a few rows behind, causing the teacher to snap his fingers to get their attention.

"Sorry, Sir! We were just wondering if Remy was your last name"

One of the girls quickly apologized.

"Don't sir me and no, that's my first name. My name is Dorme. Any other question?"

After a silence, he continued.

"Good. So I'm going to take the same call from last year and cross out everyone we lost during the summer break. Toby!"

Someone with orange hair and a skeleton hoody rose their hand.

"Hi Toby, last year right? Think you can go to the club and study at the same time?"

"No problem, Remy"

Remy nodded and looked back at his list.

"Amely!"

A tall girl with a flowery dress rose her hand from the back of the class.

"Hey girl, how's the transition going? Want to stay with the altos or do you want to try and go soprano?"

"It's going great but I'd like to stay alto if possible"

"Of course. Next, Mike!"

There was no answer so he crossed them out. It continued like that for a few more minutes before he put the list down and took an empty paper.

"Ok, now time to cheek the newbies. Just say your name, pronoun, and any instrument you can play.  We start from the front and make our way back from left to right."

Meaning Virgil was first. Too much pressure.

He looked up at the teacher who was waiting for him to speak. Everyone was looking at him it was awful. He went to say his name but his voice refused to cooperate.

The teacher handed him the empty sheet where the anxious boy wrote 'Virgil Adams, he/him, base'

"Quick question, do you think you'll be able to sing or-" Mr. Dorme posed mid-sentence when he looked at the paper. "Never mind. Steve, good news, we have a base. You can play the guitar now!"

Steve, a boy with a plaid shirt and dark curly hair, made a 'woohoo!' of victory.

Remy looked back at Virgil.

"Don't worry about singing if you don't feel like it. Want to start tuning the base?"

The high schooler noded quickly and practically ran to the back of the classroom where Nat, one of the older students showed him where the material was.

The teacher called for the next student to introduce themself.

There was a noise of a chair being pushed back followed by an obnoxious voice.

"Greetings! I'm Roman Poquelin, he/him, and I can play any string and wind instrument except the base, the violoncello, and, god forbid, the kazoo."

"The kazoo is great! You don't know what you're talking about!"

The other twin defended

"The kazoo is an atrocity made by people with no taste!"

"You just hate fun!"

"This is not fun it's torture!"

Remy intervened before the kazoo debate blows up to far.

"That's enough you two, Roman sit down. Next."

"Remus Poquelin, he/them, I play every percussion as well as the trombone, accordion, bagpipe, otamatone, and KAZOO"

The chaotic twin insisted on the word 'kazoo' just the get a reaction from his brother who growled at him.

"Hey, that makes two Rems!" Toby yelled.

"You're right one of us got to change their name it ain't me" Remy added with a joking tone.

Remus thought about it for a moment before screaming proudly "DUKE!"

There was a confused silence cute only by a little "what?" from Steve.

Remus anwserd with a big dramatic mouvement.

"Everyone! Call me duke, or duky, or D or Di-"

"We are not calling you that." Roman interrupted with a tired sigh.

Virgil was starting to wonder if they were going to always be like that because it was starting to be exhausting.

Remy probably thought the same since he downed all his coffee before pushing on with the rest of the introductions.

 Luckily there were only the two girls left who didn't make a scene out of it. Named Branda and Harley. Two sopranos, none playing any instrument.

Steve had joined Virgil with his guitar and they waited for Remy to explain the year's program. 

Apparently, he had planed a few small concerts around the school during the year and 3 big ones including a competition interschool, and two concerts not taken in charge by the school as extra scholar activity.

That made a lot of concerts, and no matter how much Virgil liked to play, he still hated being under the spotlight.

They then made some vocal exercises and while everyone was reading the lyric of the song they were going to work on today, Remy explains how to play the song to Virgil, Steve, and Remus who got asked to play the drums.

The song was rather simple and except for Virgil, everyone was singing. They had to start again multiple times due to Remus somehow managing to never sing the note right while still playing the drums perfectly.

"Remus, can you sing me a 'la'?" Mr. Remy asked probably starting to wonder if he was doing it voluntarily.

Remus sang a 'mi'

"Try again?"

a 're'

"No, that's worst. Again?"

a 'si'

"Ok, you're just messing with me now" The teacher sighed

Roman rose his hand.

"He's not messing with you. He actually can't do it. 

He knows what note your asking of him he just can't sing it, but he can still play."

The music teacher looked confused at that.

"Do you want to be exempted from singing little duke?"

He got answered with a big nod. 

So now they were two not singing.

On the other hand, Roman grew more and more comfortable with the song and his dramatic personality slowly took over until they riched the last song and he couldn't help but hold the last note for almost a full minute. 

Virgil and Steve had stopped playing by now but Remus kept a drum roll for his brother with a straight face, apparently knowing that it was going to happen.

When Roman finished the bassist exchanged a look with the drumer and somehow he just knew they were thinking the same thing.

Remus grinned and suddenly they were both laughing.

  Nate joined in, hiding his face in his jacket, then Remy, Amely, and in seconds everyone was laughing, Roman included.

  The bell rang. Warning them that it was time to go back to class.

While cleaning everything up Virgil heard Branda comment.

"It's going to be a weird year"

Never, truer words had been said.

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(Virgil : Not to be gay but *proceed to be very gay*) XD

[atlafan]

love take it slow, would you be willing to write something about you telling harry that you want him to meet your kid? and maybe the night ends with some smut🥺👀

a/n: this has been in my inbox for awhile, let’s see how this goes...Harry is 35 in this, and y/n is 32. This also turned into pure fluff, sorry no smut! 

The Kids Are Alright

You and Harry had been dating for a couple of months. It was nice having a man in your life again. Your divorce was ugly, to say the least. You had full custody of your kids, and it took over a year before you could make it so. You were finally in a place of stability that allowed you to start dating again.

You had met Harry completely by accident. He saw you struggling one morning on your walk to work. It had started pouring out of nowhere, and you had no umbrella. After just about everything fell out of your purse, he rushed over to you, holding his umbrella above the both of you and helped you with your things. He gave you his umbrella. He said you were dressed much nicer than he was, and you needed it more. You exchanged information after you insisted you get it back to him. The rest progressed from there. You hadn’t told Harry about your ex-husband or your two children. Although, he had his suspicions. You could only go out with him on Friday and Saturday nights, and you never stayed over at his place. 

You needed to make sure you could trust him before even thinking of telling him you had two kids, before you could even think about bringing him around to meet them. Harry just figured you were really busy, or that you had needy clients since you were a therapist. He was busy in his own right since he was an oral surgeon. 

Saturday night had become a regular date night for the two of you, and your kids were happy to see you so happy. They didn’t much care for their father, for good reason. 

“So, when do we get to have date night with this guy?” Your ten year old daughter asks you as she watches you put your jewelry on. 

“I’ve only been seeing him for a couple of months, Candace. It’s too soon for him to meet you and Ben.” You sigh and look at her. “In fact, tonight I’m finally telling him that I have kids.”

“Wait, you never told him about us?”

“No...I didn’t know if he’d run for the hills. I mean, he’s thirty-five, never been married and doesn’t have kids of his own. What if he doesn’t want that for himself?”

“How do you know he doesn’t have kids, he could be lying just like you.” She crosses her arms.

“I haven’t been lying...it just hasn’t come up. You’ll understand some day when you’re older.”

“That’s been your answer for a lot of things over the last couple of years.” She huffs and follows you out of the bedroom. 

The babysitter was already there, sitting downstairs with Ben. He had just turned eight a month or so ago. 

“Alright Rita, I should be home around eleven like usual.”

“Okay, have a great time!” 

You give both of your kids a hug and kiss, and out the door you go. You were meeting Harry at a nice Italian place. He was always taking you to nice places, but you didn’t mind. After having such a shit marriage, and a shit husband, you were happy to be pampered a bit. You meet him in the lobby of the restaurant and he greets you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He gets a good look at you. “How was your day?”

“Good! Ran some errands, you know how Saturdays go.” You smile.

You both are seated and Harry orders a bottle of wine for the table. He looked tired. 

“Long week?”

“Sort of...took out four impacted wisdom teeth yesterday. Poor kid’s gonna be sore for a bit. It was a longer surgery than usual.” He shrugs. “But she’ll be alright. How was your week?”

“Long, had all my usual people, and a couple of newbies. All in all, good sessions. Only went through two boxes of tissues, don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

You both laugh. The wine is brought over for you both, and it’s poured into your glasses. You both order your dinners, and an appetizer. 

“Harry...I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you these last couple of months.”

“Same here, Y/N.” 

“I feel sort of childish asking this, but would you say I’m your girlfriend?” At the ripe age of 32, and having been someone’s wife, the word girlfriend sounded incredibly stupid to you, but here you were. 

“I would.” He smiles. “That’s what I’ve been telling people anyways.”

“Aw, you tell people about me.” 

“Hard not to when you go into work with a hickey on your neck.”

“Oh my god.” You blush. “That one from a couple weeks ago? I’m sorry, I can’t even remember the last time I did that to someone, and-”

“Relax, babe, I’m only teasing.” He places his hand over yours. “Suppose I was goin’ to ask about our status soon too. Nice to know we’re on the same page.” You nod at him. 

Your food is brought over, and it’s delicious. You both enjoy more pleasant conversation. It was nice not having to talk about homework, or whatever else you would talk with other parents about. Although, now that your kids were a little older, you enjoyed the conversations you’d have with them regularly. 

“Care to come back to my place for a bit after dinner? I picked up that cheesecake you like so much for dessert.”

“I’d love that! I’ll follow you there.” 

You drive to Harry’s apartment. Sometimes you wondered why he didn’t just buy a house, but you figured he didn’t need all that space. And he did work a lot, a house would be too much to care of by himself. The home you have now is one you bought only two years ago. You refused to stay in the home where everything went down with your husband. Harry’s place was nice, anyways. Two bedroom, two bath, and plenty of space to spread out. 

You sit down on his couch while he brings more wine over, and a plate with a piece of cheesecake to share. 

“Been looking forward to seein’ yeh all week, you know?”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” You kiss his cheek and take a sip of wine. 

“Would you like to spend the night tonight? I like what we do when we’re doin’ it, but it would also just be nice to have you here to hold onto all night.”

“I can’t do that, I’m sorry.” You sigh and take your phone out. “It’s not that I don’t want to spend the full night with you...”

“So then why do you always leave? Are you allergic to Sunday brunch?” You can’t help but laugh. “I’ve never been able to make you my pancakes. I make really good pancakes.”

“God, my kids love pancakes.” Both of your eyes grow wide when you look at each other.

“Kids?”

“Yes...” You show him a picture of the three of you on your phone. “That’s my daughter, Candace, she’s ten, and that’s Ben, he just turned eight.”

“Ah, so that was the birthday party you had to go to last month.”

“Mhm.” He looks at you.

“Well, they’re really cute.” He chuckles. “A little older than I would’ve expected. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I don’t know, this is all so new. I mean, I’ve been a single mom for nearly four years, you’re the first guy I’ve dated in a long time. And you’re...I mean...do you have secret kids?”

“No.” He laughs. “Never been married either. I’m assuming you have?”

“Yeah...we separated and then divorced. Like I said it was four years ago, and I just only got full custody over my kids a year ago. Their father is a shithead, they didn’t want to be near him. They dreaded every weekend they had to spend with him, and I hated sending him, but legally there wasn’t much I could do. I swear he only fought me on the custody just to spite me. Obviously we were sort of young when I got pregnant with Candace. Everything has worked out, thank god. Luckily I’m good at my job so I keep us afloat. The reason I don’t stay over is because I couldn’t very well ask the sixteen year old girl who babysits for me to watch them all night.” 

“No, I suppose that would be a bit weird.” He smirks. “Got any family nearby? They could always watch ‘em right?”

“Harry.” You roll your eyes and swat a hand at him. “So...it doesn’t freak you out that I’m a mom?”

“Not at all! So, your ex is completely out of the picture?” 

“Completely. He moved across the country, nothing to keep him here now. He sends the kids birthday and holiday cards, that’s about the only contact I allow him to have with them. And to answer your question, my parents only live an hour or so away, and they do visit a good chunk. But I certainly couldn’t ask them to take them for a weekend for the sole reason of staying over at my boyfriend’s house.” 

“No, I guess you’d need a better excuse than that.” He laughs. 

“So how come you’re thirty-five and you never settled down?”

“I put school and work above a lot of things. Think my last serious relationship was nearly three years ago, and she got sick of waitin’ f’me.” He shrugs. “Dated here and there, but I haven’t been anyone’s boyfriend in awhile.”

“But you’d like to be mine?”

“Yeah, I like you a lot.” He smiles. 

“Good, because I like you a lot too.” He cups your cheek in his hand.

“Well, if you’re not spendin’ the night, can I take yeh to the bedroom now so I can at least have some time to just lay with you after.”

“I’d like that.” 

You were piss drunk the first time you had sex with Harry. You couldn’t help it. You hadn’t had sex in a very long time, well other than with your dildo, but that’s besides the point. You weren’t sure if you would feel tight for him, but after about the third time he said it to you, you had to believe him that you were, in fact, plenty tight. 

Sex with him not was a lot less scary. You enjoyed it very much, and so did he. Your bodies just had a way of connecting. It was something you hadn’t had in a very long time.

//

“How was your date Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Honey, I’ve told you it’s Miss, I’m not a Mrs.”

“Sorry.” 

“It’s alright. And it was good, he’s a good man.” You give her fifty dollars and out she goes. 

The next morning you make pancakes for your kids and they’re far too excited about it. 

“Mum, you haven’t made pancakes in forever, what’s the occasion?” Candace asks, dumping a ton of syrup over them.

“Easy with that! Save some for your brother. And there’s no occasion, I just remembered how much you both like pancakes.” You shrug and sit down between them. 

“Mmm, these are so good mumma, thanks.” Ben says. You loved that he still called you mumma. He was such a love-bug. 

“So, how was your date with the oral surgeon?”

“It was good, honey. He’s actually my boyfriend now.”

“Oh, you’ve made it official?!”

“Mhm.” You smile as you take a bite of your food. “And he didn’t wanna run away when I told him about the two of you.”

“When can we meet him?” Ben asks. 

“I’m not sure...even though I’m his girlfriend now I’d like to wait on that I think. I’d hate to bring someone into your lives and then have it not work out.” 

“Did he say if he had kids or was ever married?” Candace asks.

“He’s never been married, and doesn’t have kids of his own. But he really didn’t seem freaked out about you two. He was more so surprised that you weren’t younger. Suppose it would’ve been harder to keep two toddlers a secret.” You laugh. 

“You always tell us never to keep secrets.” Ben says. “How come you get to?”

“Because sometimes when you’re adult, you need to withhold certain things from other adults. You’ll understand when-”

“When we’re older, Jesus Christ.”

“Candace! We don’t speak like that at the table.”

“What? It’s not like I said the f-word.”

“God, help me.” You sigh. 

//

A few more months pass, and you’re feeling really good about things with Harry. You even manage to spend a couple nights with him on the various weekends the kids are with your parents. You two were snuggled up on his couch watching a movie when he paused it.

“I’ve never been to your place, never even picked you up for a date.”

“I know.”

“Well? How ‘bout we start doin’ that. I hate how after dinner we never get to drive together.”

“It’s just...the kids would see you picking me up.”

“And?” He sighs. “Listen, I’ve been thinking...what if it was time I met them? We’ve been together for like six months, I think it makes sense.” 

“You really want to?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re a part of my life now, and they’re a part of yours.” 

“Sure...I know they wanna meet you. Guess I’ve been the one holding it up.”

“They’ve been okay with you dating?”

“I think if they loved their father they’d act like most kids and hate to see me move on, but they can’t stand him, so they’re happy for me.”

“It’s none of my business, but-”

“He used to beat on us, all of us. I’d get in the way to spare them, but it was no use if they got home before I did. It was awful, I did everything I could to get out of there, and eventually I did.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He caresses your cheek and you lean into his touch.

“It was a long time ago.” You feel tears prick at your cheeks. “I’ll never be able to understand how someone could their babies, or how the courts didn’t give me full custody right away. He’d only beat on us when he was drunk, and he did stop drinking, but I still didn’t trust him. He tried to prove he was a good father, but it was all rubbish.” You sigh. “It’s all in the past now.” You give him a reassuring smile. “I’ll talk to them, maybe we could have you over for a little lunch in the backyard. The kids love when I fire up the grill.”

“That sounds great! What are they into? Like, what are their hobbies?” 

“Well, Candace is a mix. She loves theater and singing, but she also loves soccer, and getting her hands dirty. Ben loves to paint. He absolutely loves his crafts. He likes to play outside, but he couldn’t be bothered with sports. Used to go right up his father’s ass. Candace plays softball too. I feel terrible, I haven’t had much time to play catch with her lately. Luckily, it’s soccer season right now, so she’s not too mad at me about it. Ben plays goalie for her in the backyard, and it works for them.”

“They’re close?”

“They weren’t when they were younger, but they stood by each other when we were going through everything. They’re not best friends, but you can really see the love between them. It’s wonderful.” 

“I like the theater too, actually. I enjoy a good show once in a while.”

“Really?”

“Oh, sure. I acted a bit in school.” 

You could see the wheels turning in Harry’s head.

“Please don’t feel like you need to do anything to impress them. Just be yourself. They were already so amazed that a man gave me his umbrella.” You chuckle.

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” He winks at you. “Well, only in the streets.”

He lifts you up of the couch, and you squeal as he takes you to his bedroom.

//

“How was your weekend with Gram and Pop?” You ask the kids as you drive them back home.

“It was so much fun, Gram got us that cereal that you don’t let us have.” Ben says.

“Oh, that one loaded with sugar that you don’t need first thing in morning? That’s spectacular.” You roll your eyes. 

“Did you see Mr. Styles while we were gone?” Candace asks. 

“I did.” The two look at each other. “He asked me if he could meet the two of you soon.”

“He did?!” 

“Mhm, so I told him I would ask the two of you.”

“Well, you know we wanna meet him mumma.” Ben says. 

“Yeah, bring him over.” 

“Alright, I told him we could do a little lunch out back, do a little grilling. Would you both like that?”

“Yes!” They say in unison. 

//

On Saturday around noon, Harry arrives at your house. He thought it was lovely. You gave him instructions to go right around back, so he does so.

“Hello?” He says as he opens the gate. 

“Harry!” You say walking up to him. “Find it okay?” You both kiss quick, and you walk him further into the yard.

“Yeah, it was a really easy drive.” 

He looks around and sees a swing-set, a little net to play soccer with, and a patio with a lovely glass table and chairs. You see he has a couple of bags with him.

“I brought some soda...do you give them soda? I suppose I should’ve asked first.”

“I give it to them on special occasions, suppose this is one of them.” You smile and take it from him, setting it on the table. “I just sent them in to wash up. They were rolling around in the dirt.” 

Candace and Ben walk outside and are stunned when they see Harry. Candace noticed his curls, and quite liked the style of glasses he was wearing. Ben was mesmerized by the tattoos that littered his arms. He wasn’t at all like they pictures, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Tattoos didn’t automatically mean bad. Their father was a bad person and didn’t have a single tattoo. 

“Kids, come say hello, don’t just stand there like statues.” You laugh. Candace extends her arm to shake his hand.

“Hi Mr. Styles, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“How polite.” He smiles and takes her hand. “Feel free to call me Harry if you feel comfortable with that.” 

“Hello.” Ben shakes his hand next. 

“It’s great to meet yeh both. Your mum has told me so much about you. All good things I promise.” The two giggle. “Um...I brought some things for the two of you.”

“Oh, Harry, you didn’t have to...”

“I know.” He reaches into the bag and crouches to Ben’s level. “Mum told me you liked to paint and do crafts, so I got you one of these water color sets. They’re really cool. My niece likes ‘em a lot, thought you might too.” He looks up at you. “And they don’t make a mess.” 

Ben takes it from him, amazed that an adult man was being nice about his hobbies. 

“What do we say, Ben?” 

“Thank you very much.” He beams at Harry. “Mumma, can I open it now?” 

“Sure.” You shrug. “Let me just fill a glass of water for you, you can sit at the patio table.” You get him set up while Harry speaks to Candace. 

“Now, your mum told me you have a ton of hobbies, but mostly you haven’t had someone to play catch with, so I dug up my old mit.” He takes it out of the bag. “It’s for baseball, but figured it could still do the trick.” He takes a brand new softball out of the bag. “What do yeh say? We could toss it around while your mum gets lunch together.”

“I’d love to!” She snatches the ball from him. “Thanks, this is like the best brand out there.” She looks at you and gives you a thumbs up. You laugh as you fire up the grill. 

You smile as you watch Ben use his new water color set, and smile even more while you watch Candace toss the ball with Harry. 

“You know, if you step into it a bit more...” He puts a hand on his hip. “And if you, like, do you mind if I show you?”

“Okay.” 

He jobs over to her. 

“So...you wanna look where you’re throwing, right? And you’re doin’ that, but you’re releasing it back here, it should be when you get here. And if you step and throw, you could really get a more precise thing goin’.”

“I’ve only played one season, and the coach never showed us stuff like this, thanks!”

Harry jogs back to his spot, and Candace does exactly what he said, throwing it to him perfectly. 

“Amazing! You’re a fast learner, Candace.” 

“Way to go honey! She likes playing second base, any tips on that?”

“Oh, tons.”

“I’m not too good at batting either.”

“Well good thing we’ve got plenty of time to get you ready for the season. By the time I’m done with yeh the coach’ll be puttin’ yeh in first every game.” 

“Candace, go wash your hands again, it’s time for lunch.”

“But we’re having so much fun.” She whines.

“You can play more after. Come on, we all need to go wash up.” 

You take Harry inside, and show him to the kitchen where he can wash his hands. You tell him you’ll give him the full tour later. Lunch goes really well. The kids tell Harry all about school. He was so natural with them, it put you at ease. After lunch, Harry continued to help Candace with her softball skills. At a certain point you told her that was enough, and that she should play with her brother. You and Harry sit as the two of them played on the swing-set. 

“This has been a lot of fun, Y/N.”

“Really? Oh, I’m so glad. I think they really like you.”

“I like them too.”

//

Harry started coming over for dinner when he could. The kids really liked having him around. When it had been about a year of the two of you dating, you and the kids asked Harry to move in with you. He liked your home quite a bit, so it didn’t take much for him to agree. 

“Can I ask you something?” He says as you’re both settling into bed. 

“Of course.” 

“Ben asked me to come to his career day...are you alright with that?”

“Yeah! I think he wants us to go together. It’s been on my calendar for a while.”

“I told him I’d make it work, but...what’s he supposed to call me? S’not like I’m his dad...or his step-dad...”

“Your his Harry.” You smile. 

“Do you think you’d ever want to be married again?”

“Maybe, if the right guy came along.” You nudge him. 

“Very funny.” He rolls his eyes. “M’serious, I mean we’ve been together over a year, and we haven’t really talked about it. I live here now, I’m in their lives...”

“I don’t want you to feel like you need to marry me to seal the deal.”

“I don’t feel that way. I want to marry you because I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

“Alright, so maybe I’ll ask you soon.” He grins, and now you’re the one to roll your eyes. “I have another question...so I love bein’ an uncle, and I’ve loved steppin’ into this fatherly role with Candace and Ben. It’s honestly something I never saw for myself. Do you think you’d ever want more?” Your face falls.

“I physically can’t have more...I had to have a hysterectomy a few years back.”

“Ah.”

“Is that okay? I mean did you want your own kids?”

“Don’t phrase it like. I do have my own kids...and no, I don’t really want, like, a baby. I honestly don’t think I’d have the time to care for an infant.” 

“Me neither. I’m sort of relieved you’re okay with it. I know I’m still young enough to have a baby, I feel like I finally have my life back. Babies are cute and wonderful, and I enjoyed that time with them so much, but I’m over that time in my life. I can actually have real conversations with them now, you know?” 

“I’m really glad we’re on the same page.” 

“Me too.” 

//

About six months later, Harry proposed and you accepted. You both wanted a small wedding. You had a very simple ceremony in your back yard with only close friends and family. The kids had gotten into the habit of calling Harry, Dad. Sometimes they would switch on and off, but Dad mostly stuck. He liked the sound of it a lot. 

You had made sure to sign every form you could to Harry had permissions at school to pick the kids up and drop them off. All their teachers knew Candace and Ben had a step-father. 

Harry was full engrossed in the kids lives. He became Candace’s softball coach, and all the kids loved him. You had never seen Candace play so well. He also made sure to support all of Ben’s school art shows. For a guy that didn’t want to be a father, he was kicking butt at being a good one. 

Around Candace’s twelfth birthday, you and Harry had decided on something very important, and it was time to share it with the two of them.

“We never have family meetings, this is weird.” Candace says as her and Ben sit on the couch. 

“Well, that’s because there’s something mum and I want to tell you.” He clears his throat. “So...even though we’re married, and that makes me your step-father, legally that really doesn’t mean much. I’m not considered a true guardian. And even though the school knows I’m your step-dad, I’ve still run into some issues here and there. Your mum and I work a lot, and we each need to be able to dismiss you easily or whatever it is.” He takes a packet of paper out of his back pocket. “Also...I’ve been in your lives for nearly three years...and I consider myself to be more than just your step-dad, wouldn’t you both agree?”

“Yeah, obviously. We call you dad all the time. Whenever someone asks who you are I just say you’re my dad.”

“I do the same thing.” Ben says. 

“Right, so...we thought we’d make that official.” He hands Candace the papers. 

“Certificate of Adoption?” She looks up at the two of you. 

“It’s taken us some time to get this all together, but it’s legal now.” You explain. 

“I’ve adopted the two of you, hope that’s okay.” 

They both stand and hug Harry immediately. If something were to ever happen to you, you’d want them with Harry. Your parents were great and all, but you wouldn’t want them ripped away from their father. 

“Are you serious?” Candace asks teary eyed. “You really love us that much?”

“I love you both more than anything. You two are my kids, and I won’t have someone tellin’ me you’re not.” 

The truth was, there were a ton of parents who liked to gossip about the two of you. Ever since Harry came into your life and things got more serious. You wouldn’t look at him and know he was such one of the most sought after oral surgeons in the area. When he started coaching Candace’s softball team, that was when the gossip got even worse. The two of you couldn’t stand it any longer. It also warmed your heart that Harry truly thought of Candace and Ben as his own. Because of Harry you were able to give them a normal life again. 

“So now that his is official, I have a question.” Ben says. “If we’re your kids does that mean our last names can be Styles now too? I mean, mum’s is.” 

It was true, you had heightened your last name. You didn’t even do that with your last husband. You were a doctor and you earned that title, why should his name be attached to that? But with Harry, well, you just like the way that sounded.

“You both want my last name?”

“Yes.” They say at the same time. He looks at you. 

“I think we can make that work. It really doesn’t make sense for you to have his last name anymore, does it?” They both shake their heads no. “We really should all have the same last name.”

“I agree.” 

The two of them high five each other. 

“Now then.” You wipe a couple of tears away. “Go put on some nice clothes, we’re going out to eat tonight to celebrate.” 

The two race upstairs while Harry wraps his arms around you. 

“So, Mrs. Y/L/N-Styles, I’d say that went pretty well.”

“Mhm, can you believe they want to be Styles’ too?”

“How could they not? S’a pretty cool name.” 

You kiss each other and wait for them to come back down. You never in your wildest dreams would’ve thought you’d get a second chance at a happy life. Harry was everything you needed and more. You were incredibly grateful and lucky. And to think, if you had simply had your umbrella that day on the street, none of this would be yours. 

[shimshenanigans]

Ugh, hope it’s gonna be slow at work today. My mid-shift is the new girl, and if this shift follows the pattern set by the other 2 shifts I’ve worked with her, I’m basically going to be babysitting all day to the point of taking a super late lunch and sacrificing my last break because she freaks the fuck out any time she’s alone, even though when she asks questions, she usually already knows the answer.

Long rant below

Like, I get newbie anxiety, I do. They all get it. But she straight up tells me ‘Oh, you can’t leave me! Don’t leave me!’ Excuse me, I just had a damn wire through my kidney I need my fucken breaks!! No, we are not going to borrow a whole-ass store manager to get us some napkins because that’s a low-priority item and nowhere near as important as everything else we got going on, and if they get pissed at anyone, it’s gonna be me for letting you do that! Thank god no one’s taught her how to use the phone for paging, it’d be high-alert distress signals all the time for tiny things that don’t matter, holy shit.

That being said, I do think I’ve done a pretty good job at being patient and not taking any of my frustrations out on her. But damn am I extra exhausted at the end of the day from the extra emotional work on top of working the fucking holiday rushes. Plus, I’ve gotta keep an ear out for whatever happens at the register while I’m making drinks in case the marking on a cup is wrong or there’s wrong info or something. Plus every single tiny thing she’s all ‘Oh y’all are gonna fire me now aren’t you’ like NO WE AIN’T THESE ARE TINY THINGS AAAAAAAAAHHHHH