#to the girl holding his hand and wearing his chain I ENVY YOU

[starrvsn]

IM A WHORE FOR JACK BRUH

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 🍒

Sometimes love doesn't make sense.

Tags/Warnings: Tattoo artist/Piercer Jungkook, Pastel!Reader, opposites attract, Strangers to lovers, Fluff, suggestive flirting, adult themes but no smut, consensual hand holding

Length: ~4k

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"Uhm-" you wonder, stepping inside the store to be greeted by the guy you know as Jimin.

"Hi, my friend has an appointment?" you say, and the artist stands up and walks closer. Your friend stays close to you, buzzing with the excitement of getting her first tattoo ever- too shy to say anything.

When it comes to that, you're a little ahead of her. As long as the person isn't intimidating, you're fine talking to them, asking for help or anything alike.

"Yeah, it was the dragon on her back, right?" and your friend nods. "I've got it all prepared already. Wanna come downstairs with me, I'll explain the rest of it there?" Jimin kindly says, taking her coat and leading her downstairs where you assume everyone works. "Oh, you can just wait in the back there, or stroll around town. It'll take a while." he says, and you nod, a bit unsure now after being left alone.

"Hm?" a voice chimes up, before he speaks again. "Oh, Thought I heard something." the guy comes into view, and suddenly you can't talk.

This is what you can't talk to.

Intimidating? Heavy boots and black clothes, silver chains and piercings and a fully inked sleeve including his hand present themselves to you, muscles free since he's only wearing a black sleeveless top that should be illegal for him to wear. His smile is the friendliest you've ever seen, reaching his eyes and his slightly wild hair just makes him look even better, sides buzzed down to mere millimeters left- you want to disappear from the earth and his memory forever.

Fuck. He's looking like every goth-girl's wet dream while you're dressed in a pastel colored dress and thick knee high socks to keep your feet warm in this cold weather. Great.

"You can sit here in the back with me, otherwise you'll catch a cold from all the cold air blowing in every time the door opens." he recommends, pointing to a couch in a corner that you assume is where they all spend their breaks. Awesome, he's a gentleman as well it seems, making it all even worse for you. "You want something to drink? I've got tea or coffee." he wonders, and you meekly press out a 'tea, please.', making him chuckle.

He probably thinks you're nothing more than a child, with the way you look so out of place.

You envy your friend in that department. She's got piercings, she knows cool friends, she has exciting stories to tell. Meanwhile you sit at home and knit sweaters and blankets, help out at the local animal shelter because you get to pet the cats and dogs all day, or work at the library where you aid tourists find the town's guide.

"Your friend was the tall girl, right?" he asks, coming in with two cups, one of which he sets down on front of you. "I'm Jungkook by the way." he introduces himself, smiling before he leans back in his seat. Of course he's interested in her, you think. She's exactly his type, though he looks quite a few years older than her.

Well- the least you can do is help her find a date.

"Ah, yeah, she's my friend. Best friend." you say, pulling the cup of tea closer. "Thank you, for the tea." you say politely, and he grins in front of you.

"No problem." he waves off.

"She's uh.. She works at a car-uh.. She does those paint jobs. Like, those complicated one's that look realistic and all that." you try and explain. "I.. Forgot what it's called though. But uhm.. You can ask her later maybe?" you say, and he shrugs, setting down his cup before he smirks impishly, tongue playing with his lip ring in a manner that you can only describe as illegal.

"I probably could do that-" he starts, before he tilts his head a little to the side, body leaning forward. "-but I'd rather get to know you a little more." he wonders, and you almost choke on your tea- but you're composing yourself. "Maybe I could start by asking if you've got a boyfriend?"

Well, so much for composing yourself.

Your wide eyes look at him scandalized, and he giggles at the sight of it. "I- uh, no, I mean no I don't have one, to be honest-" you laugh a bit nervously. "-guys don't.. I- most guys don't really look my way, you know. So I thought, you know, considering-" you motion up and down towards him, "-you'd be more interested in my friend." you ramble, and he just shakes his head, smiling.

"I mean, she seems nice- but, I don't know either." he shrugs. "Something about you- it's hard to explain."

You shift a little on the spot now, unsure what to do in a situation like this. Typically, you shut down guys quickly, scared of what's to come. But you also don't want to keep doing exactly that- not when you've got the chance of something right in front of you like that. For the first time, someone's actively interested in you. Someone who seems nice, that is.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, by the way." Jungkook suddenly rips out of your thoughts. He leans back again, giving you space, and it makes you feel a little deflated. Did you blow it already? Oh god you screwed it over, didn't you?

"No, you're not, don't worry." you say, looking down. "I just.. I'm not used to this. I'm usually always the wingman instead- or.. Wing-woman?" you think, and he laughs.

"Hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it." he says, still friendly. "So, I'm wondering- any tattoos? Piercings?" he wonders, and you nod- instantly making his eyes sparkle in interest. "Oh- can I ask what it is, or do you want to let me find out later?" he says, and you instantly turn red, making him laugh. "Sorry, sorry- I'll stop, promise." he waves off. "..for now."

You laugh at his antics, unable to keep a straight face by now. "You seem like you know your way around with girls." you say without thinking, before you hurriedly correct yourself. "I-I mean I don't mean that your like, a fuckboy or something or- maybe you are that's fine too! I don't judge but- oh god.." you put your head in your hand. "You know what? I'll just wait here for her, I'm so sorry." you mumble more or less.

But much to your surprise, he simply laughs, head thrown back for a second before he grins at you, front teeth slightly protruding, giving him a bunny smile.

"You're so cute, I swear." he says, shaking his head. "I- is it okay if I ask for your number?" he wonders, and you look at him for a good moment, squinting your eyes as if you test to see if he's serious.

"I.. Sure..?" you say, pulling out your phone with all the different charms attached. He grins and shakes his head amused, though clearly excited as you type in your number into his phone before calling yourself to make sure it's correct.

"So!" he grins. "Since your friend is gonna still be out of order for a good four hours downstairs," Jungkook stands up to hold out his hand. "You up for some boba for our first date?" he asks, looking down at you even though you're standing as well by now.

And you nod, walking next to him through the slight October fog outside in town, his hand warming up yours.

You don't even realize how.. easy it feels, right away. His hand holding yours is not demanding, giving you the option to let go at any point, but you don't mind holding it. It's warm, comfortable, and it also makes you wonder if that's something he enjoys. Did he date a lot already? He certainly looks like he got the choice, girls probably falling for him fairly easily.

Well.. you're already trusting him too. How ironic.

"Just tell me which one you want, I'll go order." he says later, holding out a hand in case you lose balance as you clean off the rain from your boots as to not bring it all into the small store. "I'll pay too by the way, no but's!" he grins, while you look up at him with a pleading look.

"No, I'll give you the money back for mine." you say.

"But then it's not a date!" he argues back, a whine in his voice as if to mock the way you just spoke to him. "then it's just- two people getting a drink at the same time."

"what's so bad about that?" you laugh, crossing your arms without thinking- an action he playfully copies, pushing out his chest, fabric of his jacket stretching over his biceps.

"That it's not a date!" he says, before laughing as he relaxes, talking more quietly now with a lower, more serious tone. "Alright, in all seriousness though, I'd still like to pay even if there's no date." he tells you.

"I- no, a date is fine, it can be a date.." you say. "I just don't want to.. Come off as a leech for taking your money if you end up not liking me-" you ramble, and he smiles warmly, holding your shoulders before his warm palms touch your cheeks for a second.

"You're overthinking too much." he giggles, before letting go of you. "right now, I like you very much. And even if we don't end up working out, I'm not that kind of guy to go around and talk shit about people." he shrugs.

You sigh at that, before pointing towards an item on the menu. "..can you- I don't like that much ice in mine.?" you say, and he nods, before walking towards the worker to order.

He's oddly okay with you, you've noticed.

Normally, people and especially guys get frustrated easily due to the fact that you've got trouble deciding things, or that you don't like ordering, or that you quickly feel bad because your brain thinks the worst about every single word that's said to you. But he seems nice enough, doesn't come off as annoyed or anything. Despite his way of talking and his outer appearance, Jungkook feels nice to have around.

You wonder how a guy like him can be single.

Or maybe he isnt? Maybe he's into the BDSM scene, a swinger, or in an open relationship, and he just want to offer you a threesome? He looks like he might be into that stuff, like a dominant guy that enjoys taking control over his partner in the bedroom. Does he tie people up? You've seen stuff like that before, and it's not something you'd be opposed to if he'd be the one to-

Wow, alright, exit was three miles ago.

"Everything alright?" he chuckles, snapping you out of your thoughts, amusing him as he notices the way you turn red. "Been staring at my ass? Can't blame you, honestly." he jokes, making you hit his shoulder playfully before you take your plastic cup from him. "Hey, this might sound super shady and you don't have to say yes-" he starts, stepping out the small store with you where it had started to snow again. "-but I've got my apartment a few minutes from here, and it's freezing cold, so-" he takes your hand and looks down at you. "-you wanna go to my place?"

You're nervous now, more than ever. Thoughts are entertaining, they're safe and most of all yours and not real, but the prospect of potentially going into an apartment you don't know, with a guy you don't know, is scary. What if he's actually a serial killer, or really into BDSM and you'll get involved in some shady fifty shades stuff-

"-you really don't have to say yes. We can just go back to the Tattoo shop and talk there, I don't mind." he reassures, and you still don't answer. "What's worrying you? Maybe I can help."

"I-" you start, unsure, and fingers already hurting from the cold cup as you both walk outside the small store, walking side by side. You enjoy this a bit more- without holding his hand, you feel safer having a discussion like that. "-you know, guys only take girls to their place for.. Stuff, and I'm not like that, but I also kind of want to be but at the same time it's scary-"

"Hey, no, I'm not out for blood if you mean that." he chuckles, holding out his arm to make sure you wait until a car has passed the road you're both trying to cross. "Like, I'm not gonna lie and say I've never had one-night-stands or quickies or whatever, but right now I'm interested in you, first and foremost." he explains, his rather blunt words causing an elderly lady to turn her head scandalized as she walks past. "Also, I'm into begging. I'll only fuck you if you ask nicely." he smirks down at you next to him, before laughing out loud at your wide eyes and red ears.

"I-" you struggle to form words. But you're also horribly cold. "Alright then. I mean not the fucking part, at least not right now maybe sometime in the fut- where was your apartment again?" you stutter, and he grins so hard his eyes almost close.

"You're so fucking cute, my god." he shakes his head, before taking your hand again. "It's right down this road." he simply tells you, before you both find yourself in front of an apartment building where he takes you upstairs to his door. "Ah, I didn't clean up, by the way. It's a bit chaotic." he sheepishly offers, before the door opens.

It's warm, inviting. Doesn't smell bad, and it's not as chaotic as he told you it would be, Jungkook walking inside before you walk around, inspecting the apartment.

"I've put your boots in my shower, in case you're wondering where they are." he says after emerging from his bathroom, opening a window a little to air out the apartment. "make yourself at home, don't be so stiff." he chuckles, smiling when you visibly relax.

He sits close to you on the couch, but keeps a respectful distance between the two of you. He watches as you inspect a hole in a blanket he's got on the couch, shrugging. "My friend has a dog. Small little shit tore a hole in there, but it's still good so I keep the blanket."

"It's an easy fix." you say. "If you take those two parts of the yarn and then those, you can just tie them together so it doesn't rip open any further." you explain, and he tilts his head a little.

"Oh? Do you knit?" he wonders, and you nod.

"I.. My hobbies are kind of lame. I knit, and I help at the shelter a little away from the town. Other than that, I just.. Kind of exist in my apartment." you tell him. "I work at a library near the main train station. So, I'm not really interesting." you say, while he shakes his head.

"Don't say that. I think that's all pretty cool." he reassures. "Sounds like you've made a cozy life for yourself. That's pretty impressive considering today's times." he says. "I've always been.. Unsatisfied. With almost everything." he shrugs, leaning back, socked feet resting on the edge of his couch you're both sitting on.

"How so?" you wonder, taking a sip from your drink, before putting it back onto the small table.

"I don't know." he explains vaguely. "I guess I always had way too big dreams and aspirations. And now that I'm at that age I back then wanted to be, I feel like I wasted all my time with nothing but short-lived successes and people who only wanted me for the moment."

"Kind of.. Reminds me of myself." you giggle. "I.. When I was young, even a teenager, I always said I won't have kids. But these days, I kind of think, in the future I want them. Not right now, but one day. I wanna have a family and stuff, live in a house and have a dog and a cat and a husband and all that." you giggle. "like I said, not right now- but in the future."

"Hmhm. I never wanted to marry either. Thought that's just bullshit." he says. "But now, after seeing some of my friends have that, I'm envious. I want that too. A partner for life, I mean. A boring life." he says.

You hum a reply, nodding to yourself, a bit of quietness falling over the both of you, before he moves again, sitting down more comfortably turned towards you.

"I.. Would really like to get to know you. Seriously, I mean." he starts explaining. "Like I said, I.. Don't know what it is exactly, but you're.. Fuck you make me all weird." he laughs. "I wanna stay in contact with you, if you'd like. We could watch a movie? Only Netflix, no deep-throating during commercial breaks, promise!" he jokes, before adding, "..except if you're up for it." he giggles when you hide your face for a good second, laughing.

"I don't even know how to do that!" you laugh, making him raise his eyebrows while playing with his lip ring.

"Oh I can teach you, don't worry about that." he teases.

"I'm sure you can.." you mumble more or less, sipping on your drink. But your sentence seems to make him curious, eyes gaining a challenging glimmer as he leans forward.

"No no no, let's rewind a bit there." he says. "Just so I know where I'm at. You a virgin?" he wonders, and you pull your legs closer to yourself.

"..no." you shrug. "But.. I highly doubt I'm as adventurous as you." you tell him, making Jungkook smirk a little, as if challenged.

"Are you? What do you think I'm into then?" he wonders. "I've got a feeling you've made up your mind about me more than I thought."

"I mean, I don't know?" you say. "You.. It's not that hard to have more experience than me. I only had sex like.. Twice, and it's honestly not really for me." you shrug. "it's weird to.. Ugh I don't know."

"No, you do know, you just don't want to say it out loud." he clears up for you, making you nod. "Did you ever have an orgasm?"

"Jungkook!" you bark out scandalized, making him raise his hands in playful defense.

"What? You gotta ask these days, men are shit in bed most of the time, I have to admit that!" he laughs, shamelessly talking about this as if it's nothing but the weather outside. "So? Did you?" he wonders, and you shrug. "So you didn't?"

"I- don't know!" you say, a little glad you can finally talk to someone about it, hesitation finally breaking as you get the chance to make your frustration some room. "It's different when I do it myself. Like, then I'm pretty sure I have one? But when I had sex it was different, like I was almost kind of there but also not.." you lean your head on the backrest of his couch.

"Sounds like you didn't then." he tells you. "See, there's women out there who can't cum from penetration at all. The key ingredient is being fucking attentive." he explains. "I got more than just my dick, is what I'm trying to tell." he says, wiggling his fingers in front of his face, several rings adoring some of them- and you laugh.

"You sound like you're trying to get me to have sex with you right now." you joke, but he just shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking against his cheek for a moment.

"I'd fuck you any day you'd let me." he simply answers, eyes on yours. "After all, I gotta check out those tattoos you said you have." he flirts, and you move around a little, air between you both getting thicker. At this point, you can't deny the attraction. And with the way he talks and treats you, you're sure you'd let him prove his point as well. Right now. No regrets.

He notices the way your eyes fall to his lips, getting attached at the silver piercings there for a good moment, before you find his warm eyes again. And even though he really did not intent to be so forward so fast, he still scoots closer, tests the waters, places his arms on either side of you before the tip of his nose almost touches yours.

"Been wondering for a while now.." he starts, licking his lips before he looks down to yours, face tilting a bit as he looks at you. "..what flavor that lipgloss might be." he jokes, before he can't help himself.

You've not been kissed often in your life, not even in relationships. But you know for a fact that there's no experience comparable to the way he kisses you- not only his lips, but also his hands craving you it seems, making you feel completely under his spell. He's not just kissing you with his lips. He's using his hands, his tongue, knows clearly how to create a moment.

Your phone rings.

His rings soon after.

He laughs- and so do you.

It's a little awkward for a second, before he sends a message informing his coworker that you're on your way back, his grin still evident, never vanishing it seems. "so..?" you wonder having stood up to go grab your coat.

"So?" he parrots back, standing up as well to walk closer to you.

"What flavor is it?" you shyly try and flirt, and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you again, just a peck, and another, and just one last one before he parts with laughter.

"I'd say cherry-" he grins, watching you tie your boots in his hallway before he cages you in at his front door again the second you stand back up, unable to resist you now that you gave him the chance to taste you.

"But let me make sure I got it right."

[cherrycolafairy]

How to ghost haunt your exes?

Get Him Back! Make him real jealous, Make him real mad.

You must turn desperate in vengeance after the summer is over, and wait till it gets dark and half quiet, to open the window for cool air to heal your nerves.

The numbing chill of voices that whisper down your spine "how do I make them love me?" (you're all by yourself, with no one to stroke your hair, tell you you're beautiful, lace their fingers with yours)

Maybe adding an absurd twist to being sexy will make me feel like I'm still in control, and I've never been a natural but every app is a dating app when you're trying to seduce your dysmorphia

Performance is survival when the moons ovulate, I oil and I toil, so he can pull my hair and hold the door for me, but nobody's crotch could effeminate me, into seeking love in a whorehouse.

I imagine myself in a room with the girls on his screen (would I be picked or her?), she blurs the lines between envy and homoeroticism. I succumb to comparing myself to her, like a crippling romantic obsession. I linger, watching her, hidden in plain sight, like the perfume she wears. Angel dust incarnate I see her everywhere and I despise my rotten mind for the way it worships her.

I want to be her, I want to be with her, yearning turns into loathing, it poisons you, and I could never bear the sweet torture of being in the ring with my nemesis, so I let her win and I let her tie the ribbon to my hair, but she has my stomach in knots. After all the games, maybe it isn't her toys I'm keeping score of, it's her, and she's out to get me. But if a double decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die

(Focus) Get Him Back! Make him real jealous, Make him real mad. I want to wear his initials on a chain round my neck, like the prize of my womanhood, I want to be his fantasy, and leave him with nothing, I want to get him back! Make him real jealous, make him real mad

In the mornings , I see him clearly, he sits next to my bed, as I try to frantically converse but he doesn't speak my language, he follows me around everywhere, with his ever-present smirk, holding hands with me, tightly, four weeks straight. Every trope the town has reused. But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him?

And no one seemed to really see him like I did, in grey areas, so obvious, so intrusive.

Perhaps he existed for me alone, I made him up every time like unreliable narrators usually do. Let's go on a date to the cemetery, count the bodies I'll carry to my grave, it's a manic pixie ghost town after all.

Now if you wish me a good morning, I might open the drapes just to check if it's really morning. And if a serial killer tried choking me to death, I'd tell the court I deserved it for I must have driven him nuts?

And I don't want to tell another soul what my favourite colour is (I lose the answer every time I figure it out)

I want to get them back! Make them real jealous, make them real mad

(hi! you can also find me on substack @/crybabie)

[rommahh]

Both of you wore the same ugly Christmas sweater to a party!!!! This one is so funny!!!

[coworkers!]

It was the annual office Christmas party. In the past you’d show up for an hour, exchange gifts for secret Santa, and then leave but this year you planned on staying longer. Did it have something to do with your very cute coworker that you kissed a few weeks ago? Maybe.

You wore tight skinny jeans that hugged you everywhere that you liked and this really horrible Christmas sweater that you thrifted. You think the sweater was sold through some chain but you didn’t care because you got it for half the price in your thrift store.

The party was hosted in the offices largest meeting room. Let’s be honest, the party was tacky. Carrie hosted this party every year as a way of completing her “team bonding” requirements through HR. The only thing that everyone liked about the party was secret Santa. For some reason no one in the office followed the gift budget, most gifts ranging from nfl game tickets to AirPods, to iPads.

Walking into the party, you noticed the way that people cliqued together. The girls that you envied huddled together wearing tight designer dresses, they eyed you in distaste. The gift you brought is placed underneath the all white tree with care.

Harry shows up to the party a little late, he will admit. He really didn’t want to go to the party but as the newest part of the team he didn’t want to seem like an ass.

He walks into the party, gift in hand and the first person he looks for is you. You look beautiful as always standing on your own by the table of alcohol. He admired the way that your jeans hugged your ass and legs. He delivers his gift under the tree before creeping up behind you.

You feel two hands wrap around your front making you jump. Harry stands behind you look handsome as ever, hair slicked back, sweater looking cozy-

“Hey, you’re wearing my sweater!” You exclaim. Harry holds you back by your waist giving you a once over. His eyes linger on your legs making you flush.

“Yeah but it looks so much better on you.” He mutters under his breath. You roll your eyes pushing his shoulder back with a nudge.

“Whatever. You’re late, I’ve been here all on my own.” You pout. Harry can’t help but play with your bottom lip with his thumb. It turns you on so much.

“Sorry butterfly, I really was procrastinating coming here.” You both laugh. His hand continues to rest on the dip of your waist. What would his hands feel like on your bare body?

“Ok guys, let’s get started with secret Santa!” Carrie calls out to you all. Harry leads the way to the seats around the tree. His presence catches the attention of the women in the room. They all flounce to where he sits leaving you no where to sit. You shoulders drop dejectedly, you find a seat farthest from Harry.

When it comes to your turn to give your gift, all eyes flash to you. “Oh, well I’m Harry’s secret Santa so here.”

Harry becomes shocked at the revelation. He thanks you, taking the precisely wrapped gift in his lap. He unwraps it slowly to reveal a clothing box. Inside the box was a neon pink beanie that you knit. You could hear the girls chuckling at how dumb your gift is and you wish the ground could swallow you whole.

“That’s so dumb.” One of the girl chuckles under her breathe. She says it loud enough for people to hear, especially Harry. Harry loved your gift. He found it adorable that you hand knit him the beanie- something that he wanted for a while.

“I, uh, you said that you really wanted a new hat to keep your head warm in the winter so I made you one. It’s dumb, I can buy you something else.” You stutter. Harry frowns at the way that you beat yourself up.

“No I really love this. It’s wonderful, gonna get so much use out of this that you’ll probably have to knit me another one in a month.” His lighthearted joke brightens your mood drastically. The girls all frown thinking that maybe you’d be dropped from the top of Harry’s list so they could have a chance.

It turns out that Harry is your secret Santa too. His gift is a little heavier and wrapped in boring brown paper but you loved it because he signed his name with two hearts beside it. You rip the paper to reveal the newest MacBook. Along with your gasp comes the gasps from the rest of your team.

“I thought there was a price limit.” Sarah, mean girl number one, complains looking at Carrie.

“If he wants to spend his money like that he can.” Carrie rolls her eyes before returning back to her phone.

You’re still sat staring at the expensive gift. There’s a little guilt bug chewing away at your stomach.

“I can’t take this H, it’s too much.” You murmur lowly.

“I’ll definitely take it off your hands.” Sarah chides.

“No, that it Y/N’s gift. Y/N I bought it for you because you said your laptop was from your college days and it’s breaking down on you. You obviously needed something new so there you go.” Harry’s comments nonchalantly as if he didn’t spend more than a grand on the laptop. You place the laptop in your seat before walking over to Harry.

Bending at the waist you give Harry a tight hug. “Thank you so much H.”

“Anything for you butterfly.” The nickname Can only be heard between you two and an eavesdropping Sarah who watches you both suspiciously.

After secret Santa, you find yourself bored again. Harry is scooped away by his friends leaving you all alone, like usual. You don’t want to interrupt Harry, so you collect your belongings and get ready to leave. With one foot out of the door you’re stopped by a voice.

“Just gonna leave without saying bye.” Harry’s low voice resonates in the empty hall. Turning, he stands there with the beanie on his head and his belonging.

“Oh. I didn’t want to bother you.” He catches up to you now standing a few inches away.

“Never a bother t’me.” He’s so close that his breath hits your face.

“Thank you for my gift tonight. I think it’s the nicest thing someone’s ever given me.”

“You deserve it. Such a hard worker.”

You find yourself kissing him, a new found confidence guiding your mouth to his. He groans at the feeling of your lips on his. The kiss is short and sweet.

“Think that’s the best gift you could’ve given me aside from the beanie.” He whispers against your lips.

“Dont forgive you for wearing my sweater tonight.” Your fingers play with the hem of his sweater. You could feel his abs clenching under your touch.

“Doesn’t matter, both of our sweaters are going to be on my bedroom floor tonight.” His dirty comment makes you shy away from his stare. But guess what? Both sweaters did end up on his bedroom floor, along with the rest of your clothes.

[mxvladdy]

Hi! just finished reading your Tumblr request on AO3 and I just looooove your writing ;; if it's not a problem I wanted to ask how you imagine that Lucifer, Mammon and Beel would react to a MC who is usually very quiet and not very expressive, impossible to embarrass or make nervous, to suddenly, one day manage to make her blush for the first time (Also, English is not my first language, so I hope this is okey) I wish you a lovely week ❤

A/N: This is adorable! Sorry for the slow turn around, I hope you enjoy!❤

Lucifer

Stoicism is something he normally finds very attractive in a woman. To be able to keep such a level of calm outlook during even times that might even shake him. He loves the idea of a power couple, and the way you hold yourself. You definitely make one.

It does grate him that he can’t fluster you like you do him, especially during your time together in private. He tries multiple ways to even just draw some color to your cheeks. Flowers in the classroom, hand written invitations to private dining establishments and venues, he even went to the human realm just to find some kind of familiar comfort to give to you. You love them all he knows but he wants, craves to see an uninhibited reaction from you. He’ll get it one day, his pride depends on it at this point.

Luck graces him one evening after a hellish work day. A fight in the school yard leading to property damage he had to do extra paper work for. The only saving grace of that was it wasn’t one of his brothers, this time. Only followed soon after by a report of yet another racket engineered by Mammon. Then, to top off a horrible day one of Belphie and Satan’s little “pranks” blew up half his office.

All his loose or unprotected paperwork, gone. Nothing but smoldering bits of ash. He was now more than ever thankful to have you by his side. Before he could get his hands on the two you stepped in shooing him away to deal with the other fires that needed to be put out while you handled his office.

Things got done, in record time for once. He was able to rewrite his notes for the next council meeting, but at the cost of your weekday dinner together. A pity, but he knew you understood. Trudging up to his room he looked forward to perhaps a few hours of sleep before the next crisis struck. Then he found you.

He chuckles to himself quietly leaning against his door frame. You had beaten him to his favorite resting roost. You sat on his favorite armchair, rolled up tight in his comforter. All he could see was a tuft of hair and the very tip of your nose. Beautiful as always, but he wanted to rest. Well-two birds, one stone and all…

He scoops you up envious of how deeply you could slumber and places you on his lap. Kicking off his shoes he sighs blissfully before resting his head back on worn leather.

Mini fic

You didn’t expect to see Lucifer tonight. Today has been the absolute definition of a shit show, on nights like these it wasn’t uncommon for you not to see him at all. You would normally place your bets on him being unconscious at his desk. Though, he couldn’t really do that tonight. You pat yourself on the back mentally knowing that he would be pleased with the work you and the brothers did cleaning up his office. While you couldn’t get them to apologize to Lucifer you at least got them to clean up what was salvageable in his study.

After a few hours of cleaning his office was back in working order and your feet were screaming for a break. Bidding the two miscreants farewell and making them promise to hold off on the pranks for at least a week you let your body lead you to Lucifer’s room. The room was how you left it that morning. Your slippers next to his by the door and your robe tossed haphazardly on his linen sheets. You make a beeline for the only piece of furniture Lucifer loved dearly. How many nights had you snuck in only to see him melting into the old chain. His long legs sprawled out and tangled in his foot rest, while his body sinks into the imprints he has left from years of use like a lover's embrace.

Yanking the thin comforter from his bed you curl into the divots with a yawn. Before you know it your eyes close and the crackling of the fireplace lulls you to sleep. You awake with a jolt, confused and disoriented for a moment before your sleepy brain catches up. You fell asleep alone on the soft leather but woke to something unyielding beneath you now.

Lucifer sits underneath you snoring softly. His arms rest around your blanketed body. His head tilts down over you, his nose tickling your hairline. Like always he sports a mild look of annoyance. His lips were drawn in a scowl, brows crinkling in displease. You could tell his jaw was tense even while he slept.

Freeing your arms from your cocoon you reach up from him moving to cup his twitching jaw. With practiced ease you began to message the pin joints. You smile to yourself moving down to his tense neck and shoulders. This had become a nightly ritual for you when you shared a bed. When you knew he was asleep you would start trying to work away some of his tension from the previous day. You swear in the morning that he looks better on the nights you get the chance to.

This was your little secret though. You couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing you did this. Not that you thought he would disapprove. Lucifer appreciated acts of service, but just the thought of him knowing made your whole body heat in a flush. You push the thoughts away focusing instead on the extremely tight muscles underneath his brow line. It amazed you that he didn’t have any wrinkles after all this.

So engrossed in your perusal of his features you didn’t notice him stirring till his warm palm traps your hand to his cheek. Before you realize it his lips push a firm kiss into the flesh of your palm. Scarlet eyes meet yours crinkling around the edges. They were warm and radiant. “You’re blushing.” His voice was deep and husky from what little sleep he got.

“What?” You stammer.

Lucifer leans in tapping his forehead on yours. He studies your wide eyes and pink face for a moment before cracking a smug grin. “I’ve never seen you flustered before. Your blush looks good on you.”

“You caught me off guard.” He nods, kissing the tip of your nose tenderly taking impish glee in your squirming.

“Good-I will strive to do so more often. I wish to see you as undone as you make me.”

Mammon

Stoic MC? Rare pair? Rare pair. Mammon wears his heart on his sleeve. Nothing about him is slick. From week one everyone knew he had it bad for you. He is so open with his affections whether he likes it or not. Unlike you.

Honestly, how were you always so controlled. Ain’t the dame supposed to be all blushy and giggly too? It-it makes him think he isn’t doing something right. Is he not treating you right? Were you unhappy?

So he goes to do what he does best. Scheme. There has to be someway to crack that stoic disposition of yours. He gets clingy-well clingier now. He starts springing random vacations on you. Expect to skip class whenever he thinks he won’t get skinned alive for it.

He’ll take you anywhere all his internet research tells him to. Black sand beaches, crowded boardwalks to see the lights, deserted hiking trails late in the evening to watch the fireflies. He is sure it will work. But nope, nada. You love every moment of it and show him with a soul searing kiss and sweet words of praise. But damn you if you aren’t always so cool about it.

He is about to throw in the towel when he finally gets what he wants. At work no less. It was completely by accident but he isn’t one to complain. Perhaps he should go to work more often.

Mini Fic

“Pucker up!” Mammon’s make-up artist orders, squeezing his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger. “And for Diavolo’s sake put your phone down.”

“Shove off Cazzin.” Mammon sputters around the sour tasting lip stain and plumper. His eyes still glued to his screen. His freshly done nails swiping at picture after picture of fancy hotels and spas. Just thinking about taking you a private spring got his blood boiling in the best ways.

“Woooow.” Cazz whistles through her fangs looking at his screen. “Who is the lucky lady you are trying to impress this time?

“Mammon bristles, shooting her a murderous glance. The smaller demon blanches, purple skin turning ashy with fear. Her eyes drop to the floor immediately in submission, a sincere apology falling from her lips. “My girlfriend.” He says finally after cooling down. “I’m-I’m trying to impress her or something.”

“Well, pretty sure with a price tag like that anyone would be impressed.” Mammon only grunts barely glancing at the excessive amount of zeros on the page. Any other girl he knew would be a blushing mess after getting a gift like this. Hells, even Cazz was eyeing the site with open envy and excitement. Yet, this wasn’t the first time he had done something like this with you. Every time he did all he got was a blisteringly radiant smile and kisses that probably could send him back to heaven if he didn’t have a life long ban there. Not that that was a bad thing...but he just wanted more.

“You would think so…” He trails off clicking his phone off to focus on the rest of his routine. No sooner had his hair and make-up artist finished then his director was stomping and shouting down the hall for him to get his ass on set. Grimacing Mammon slides off his seat stretching to spare himself a few more seconds of peace. He stops at the door taking one last look at his get up for this shoot.

Damn, he looks good. It was time for a new spring collection, but more importantly, his most popular season. The light spring colors always brought out his best features. The pastel cotton shirt they “fashionably” threw him in hung casually around his frame. Buttons “tastefully” undone to show the smooth planes of his freely waxed and oiled skin. The linen board shorts and finishing touch of leather sandals gave him the perfect beach vibe. At top dollar mind you.

Hmmm-perhaps he could borrow this outfit for your next beach outing.

Unable to tone out his bosses shouting anymore Mammon makes his way to set. He thinks hard on what else he can go or take you to impress you, ignoring the poking and prodding of his camera men and set designers. His partners today, two incubus twins stood sourly next to him. They had been at this for hours and even he was ready for a break from the sweltering heat of the lights.

“Alright! Alright!” The director broke an hour later tired of the twins whining. He throws his hands in the air in exasperation. “We’ll break for an hour for lunch- lost the light as is.” He huffs stumping off for a smoke break.

“Finally,” Mammon sighs from his pose on the ground. “Think I got sand in my ass.” He gets up from the ground grimacing as he tries to brush the grit off his legs. “Shit starts to burn when they get hot.” One of the twins nods looking down at their own arms. Tiny burn marks showing on their fair skin, they will heal by the time the shoot resumes, doesn’t mean they will be happy about it.

“Want to grab lunch?” The twins ask tossing him a towel to blot at his sweating brow. “New food truck is coming in today.” Mammon shakes his head. You had packed him something to eat this morning and he kind of wanted to enjoy it in peace for once.

Waving the two off he hurries back to his room already salivating at whatever tasty food you got him. Halfway to the door he stops, the fine hairs on his neck standing up. Someone was in his dressing room. Devil’s please don’t let it be another rabid fan. He pleads before creeping forward to check. Whoever it was left the door ajar, peaking in he stares enraptured.

When did you get here? It wasn’t abnormal for you to just drop by while he was working, but you usually waited for him on set behind the cameras. You sit humming to yourself reading something on your lap, feet kicking out innocently while you wait for him. Flipping a page he gets a glimpse of what you’re reading. His feathers ruffle in satisfaction. He had plans on showing you these shots before their release date. They still needed approval from his director but he knew they were great. You flip through shot after shot humming or nodding at some. One shot makes you stop fully, eyes growing wide.

Mammon snorts to himself, knowing exactly which photo you stopped on. The next issue was focusing on “Elegance in the work space”, whatever that means. His designer for the projects went a little overboard with the cuts and designs of the business suites he was to model. The sketches and drafts she had thrust at him had made his head spin. They were all amazing in his opinion, but one had been killer, everyone had agreed on that. If he didn’t know any better he was certain that it would put him on the cover. By the way you were looking at it, he was hoping it would.

That suit really complimented all of his features. It was form fitting accenting his slim waist but hid the slight sloping of his shoulders. The gold of the threading of his vest was done up in soft floral patterns that popped against the dark navy blue of the suit's fabric. The dark blue really brought out the lightness of his eyes. The look was topped off with a bright yellow silk pocket square, polished leather wingtips and gold cufflinks. He was about to interrupt you when he saw it, that one thing he wanted more than anything.

The pink starts at your ears swiping across the bridge of your nose before blooming on your round cheeks. It was breathtaking. Thinking he was being sneaky, Mammon whips out his phone for a quick picture, no one would believe him unless he had solid evidence. But the flash gives him away.

“Mammon!” You jump caught, hands flying to cover your warm face.

“Oi! None of that!” Mammon moves quickly snatching your hands away from your face beaming. “I’ve been waiting for ages to see this face on ya, an’ all it took was a picture of me?”

“You- you clean up really nicely, Mammon.” His hearts flutter at your soft admission.

“Huh,” Mammon scratches his neck, feeling his own blush coming forth. “Well- I mean I could do that more often, so long as you keep looking at me like this when I do.” He picks up the stack of photos from the floor where you dropped them in surprise. “Ya know- I still got that suit.”

Your face turns molten- oh he was going to have a field day with this.

Beelzebub

Doesn’t even notice at first. He is kind of the same way with expressing himself too- unless food is involved. So if you are content then he is content, so who cares if you don’t show it on your face?

Well- he didn’t care, until Belphie brought it up. His twin didn’t mean anything by it; he knew that, but it made him wonder. He trusts you when you say you are happy, you have no reason to lie to him. But date nights, game nights, and family dinners you were always so impassive.

It makes him wonder, not enough to ask you though. Truthfully, he is a little embarrassed that he can’t read you as you do him. He won’t force it like his brothers might. He is patient and hopes one day it will just come naturally like it does for him around you.

Mini Fic

Beel watches you over his lunch. You two were silent as you ate, but that was to be expected on days like these. The school cafe was packed with students all jockeying to get a place in line for today’s special. He had gotten there early for the both of you to gap a few of the specials and sides before they were gone. “Are you ok?” He puts his fork down leaning in close to speak to you across the small table. It creaks dangerously under the weight of his elbows on it. You look up from your tea mug. He smiles at your perpetually mild expression, your eyes were hard but your lips and brows were relaxed giving away nothing.

“Of course.” You smile up at him, face smooth and controlled. “Just excited about tonight.”

Hmph, could have fooled him. Beel leans back, studying you intently. He hopes you were as excited as he was for tonight. A new arcade had opened on the edge of town last week and he thought it would be a great date night for the two of you. He had expressed to you on several occasions how he was looking forward to the roller rink and the hoop games. You seemed eager, giving him a closed lip grin every time he brought it up. “Me too.” Beel says finally turning back to his food. “Think we will win any prizes?”

You snort dismissively. “Us? The dream team? I would be surprised if we didn’t win something. Have you seen the plushies?” You pull out your phone and show him their Devilgram. “I want to try and get the hydra one…” You prattle on and scroll through all the cute prizes on their site. He nods along taking a mental note of all the ones that you pointed at, determined to get each and every one for you.

School goes by quickly, far too quickly for him. Each tick of the clock caught him by surprise, jacking his nerves up more and more. It wasn’t like it was his first date with you, but it never stopped the butterflies from starting in his stomach. After school he changes quickly and waits for you by your bedroom door. He fiddles with the zipper of his jacket until you finally open your door.

“Ready?” The smile you throw up at him is breathtaking. “Hope you don’t mind my get up. You mentioned a roller ring so I figured something sporty and functional would be appropriate.” You kick out a leg waving a hand over your bright sport leggings.

Beel chuckles offering you his large hand. “You look adorable as always.”

Being with you was as easy as breathing to him now. After all your time together in the house getting to know you you became one of his closest friends, even before you started dating. You shared many of his interests and wasn’t afraid to argue your point if you saw fit. You fill the train ride to the arcade with idle chatter, goofy selfies to send to his siblings, and annoying the other passengers with your ill-contained chuckles.

The place itself was packed but well spread out to handle the massive throngs of demons and beasts coming for drinks and a good time. “Come on!” You shout over the other very drunk and very loud customers tugging at his sleeve. “Let’s get some coins and find an empty station.” He lets you lead. You take full advantage of his impressive frame to part the crowds around you as you hunt for a free spot. “See anything?”

Beel peers over the heads of most of the demons and looks out. In the far corner sat a few jump rope games that were free. “Stay close.” He murmurs in your ear wrapping a protective arm your shoulders so you wouldn’t be swept away in the flow of the crowd. The games were...hard. Mentally Beel kicks himself. Of course an arcade in the Devildom wouldn’t be geared for humans. They were built for demons' fast reflexes and inhuman strength. You were a good sport about it though, cheering him on when the games began to move too fast for your senses. If a game broke in his zeal to get you tickets, well you were both fast walkers.

“Think we have enough?” Beelzebub asks hours later around a popsicle. His jacket pockets bulge with multicolored tickets screaming to be spent.

You hum around a scoop of ice cream. “Possibly-” Your eyes flick to the prize booth. “And extra, you want a plushie too?” He shrugs. No doubt the moment it got into his room Belphie will steal it to add to his horde.

You end up getting your stuffed hydra and a giant fuzzy minotaur to keep it “company”. You clutch them close to your chest, seemingly happy with your bounties. After that you spend a bit at the roller ring before you finally had to call it a night. Exhausted you lag behind Beel as you make your way back to the train station, feet dragging with each step.

Wordlessly, Beel stops just in front of you. “Here,” He squats, offering you his back, arms stretched out behind him. “I can take us the rest of the way to the stop.” He feels you hesitate for a moment before climbing on to his back.

“Thank you.” He thinks nothing of how soft your voice was, just barely a tickle at the base of his neck. Beel treks one once you are secure, stuffing his hands in his pockets to lock you in place. The rest of the walk was quiet but he didn’t mind it, your warm body and soft breathing in his ear was a comfort.

He stops at the benches with a few minutes to spare before your train. “We are here. Do you want-” He gasps quietly, cutting himself off before he could accidentally wake you. You sleep on unperturbed by his voice. Your hold on around his neck was tight, your head buried in his neck.

It seems only when you're sleeping do you let your guard down. A blush sweeps across your face, your lips pulled up into a serene smile. You looked-happy. Happy in a way he never saw before. He won’t say anything about it, he decides. He’ll cherish this tiny expression all the same. Perhaps one day he’ll see when you're awake too.

[wicked-mind]

Betrayed: Chapter Seven

Summary of series: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

Word count: 3k

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Warnings: Mostly just fluff (If there is some type of warning I should tag, let me know please xx)

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CHAPTER SEVEN- The Date That Never Happened

Within a few days, Y/n was back to herself. Dimitri hadn’t been in her head since she was taken by Alexei. The soreness that ached in her body from her fight with Alexei had faded. She was able to train again with Clint, who still had a fading bruise on his neck. Y/N apologized profusely for blowing up Clint’s car, but he told her an apology wasn’t necessary. She was excited to get back to normal and not have to be coddled by everybody like she was a delicate flower anymore.

As Y/N was down training with Clint, Bucky had plans surfacing in his mind. He wanted to have a proper date with Y/N, ask her to officially be his girl. He knocks on the door to Wanda’s and Y/N’s room. When the door floated open by itself, he steps into the doorway, looking to Wanda who was eating some waffles and watching an old black and white tv show.

Wanda looks at Bucky, swallowing the bite in her mouth, “Hey Bucky, I think Y/N is still training if you’re looking for her.” She said as she cut another piece of her waffle off to eat.

Bucky smiled and shook his head, “I know, I was actually looking for you. I need your help with something.” He said, leaning against the doorframe and folded his arms, “I want to give Y/N a proper date. You think you can get everybody cleared out tonight for a while?” He asks.

Wanda’s smile grew at the words, “I think I can manage that.” She said happily, “I’ll get everybody to go out for dinner tonight, make sure we give you two a few hours. What do you need me to do?” She put her breakfast on her bedside table, picking up a notebook to make a list on what she could help with.

Bucky smiles as he saw how enthused Wanda was with his idea, knowing already he had her approval when it came to Y/N, “I was going to go pick up some flowers and that mushroom ravioli she loves. I want it to be a surprise. I was thinking around 6 tonight?”

Wanda nods, scribbling down notes onto her notebook, “Okay, I’ll get Y/N ready and set everything up in the kitchen. I’ll get everybody out of here by 5:30.” She said, returning her gaze to Bucky with a smile, “It’ll be perfect, Y/N will be so excited when she realizes what is happening.”

Bucky smiled, looking down for a moment, “I hope so. Thanks for you help, Wanda.” He said, exiting the room to go on his mission to collect flowers and the food he planned to have tonight with Y/N, a grin across his face. He wanted tonight to be perfect for Y/N.

Wanda was busy at work, cleaning up the kitchen to make it sparkle. She found a vase for the flowers, placing it on the table as well as some candles. She was determined to make everything perfect for Bucky and Y/N’s date. Next, Wanda convinced everybody else to go out for dinner tonight. It didn’t take too much convincing, everybody could use a night out anyway and they were happy to help Bucky by clearing out of the facility for a couple hours. Next up on Wanda’s list, distracted Y/N until later and help her get ready. She found Y/N in their bedroom after training, freshly showered and eating a sandwich on her bed

“I’ve been looking for you.” Wanda huffed as she shut the door behind her, wondering if Y/N had noticed the empty vase and candles on the dinning table, “We are all going out for dinner tonight, the whole team, but I need some us time. Want to watch some Grey’s?” She plopped herself down next to Y/N on the bed, grabbing the remote to turn on Netflix.

Y/N nodded to the dinner comment, then pulled her eyebrows together at Wanda as she said she needed some time with her, “Everything okay?” She asks, finishing her sandwich and placing the now empty plate on the bedside table. Y/N wrapped an arm around Wanda, allowing them both to lay back on the single bed to watch Grey’s Anatomy together. They had almost made it through all the seasons on Netflix.

Wanda nodded, leaning back with Y/N, “Yeah, everything is great. I just wanted some us time before we all go out.” She smiled at her friend, before turning her attention to the tv show.

Y/N eyed Wanda suspiciously for a moment, before turning her attention to the tv as well. She happily watched the show with Wanda, laughing with her at the show. Once it was getting closer to dinner time, Wanda and Y/N started getting ready. Y/N wanted to wear just some jeans and nice shirt, but Wanda told her it was going to be a nice dinner and she would have to dress up a little. Y/N rolled her eyes at the thought of having to get all dressed up, but agreed. She changed into a dark blue dress that ended at just about her knees, slipping on some dark heels to match. Of course, she left the dog tags dangling around her neck but tucked them into her dress so only the chain could be seen. Y/N let Wanda curl her hair again as she put on some mascara to darken her lashes. She finished with painting her lips a soft red color.

Wanda smiled, “I’ll meet you there.” She lied, before floating out the door to see Bucky standing in the kitchen holding a bouquet of sunflowers mixed with red roses, “She’ll be out in a minute.” Wanda informed him, waving her hands and using her abilities to light the candles, dim the lights a little, float a wine bottle out of the chiller to the table, and have the tv start playing some soft romantic music. Wanda smiled at Bucky, “Good luck.” She sang before disappearing down the stairs to meet the rest of the team to leave him and Y/N alone for a while.

Y/N walked out, cursing at her shoes which were already hurting her feet. She paused as she walks into the kitchen, noticing the dim lights and music playing. Then her eyes fell on Bucky. He was standing there with a grin on his face, dressed in a dark button up shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore matching black pants with some black shoes. She looked at the flowers, then to him, a smile creeping across her lips. Y/N walked towards him as she took in the rest room, noticing the lit candles and food placed out at the table, “We aren’t going to dinner, are we?” She asks him softly, meeting his gaze.

Bucky smiled down at her, “No, doll.” He said softly, passing Y/N the flowers which she gladly accepted, “Wanda helped me get everybody out of here for a few hours so we can finally have that date.”

Y/N looked at the flowers, smiling at the colors before returning her eyes to his face. His words made her heart flutter. Finally they could have their date they always wanted, “I knew Wanda was up to something.” She said with narrowing eyes, before moving and placing the flowers in the vase on the table. She could feel Bucky follow behind her, staying close to her, “This is very nice, Bucky.” Y/N said as she turned to face him, “Thank you.”

Bucky smiled at Y/N. God, she was beautiful. He noticed her still wearing his dog tags around her neck even in the formal ware and it made him grin. The way Y/N moved drew him in closer. He wanted to be closer to her ever since he saw her again, and now he was finally able to show how much he cared for her. He reaches out and grabs her hand, leading her to her seat, “Anything for you.” He pulled out the chair for her to sit, “Now, let’s have some dinner before it gets cold.”

Y/N sat down, looking down at the mushroom ravioli she had been obsessed with since she found out it existed. A grin traced her lips as she realized just how hungry she was. She waited for Bucky to take his seat, watching as he poured them two half glasses of the dark wine. She bit her lip softly. Y/N couldn’t deny how perfect Bucky looked and how amazing he did putting this together. It made her pale cheeks flush into a small blush.

As they ate, the two smiled and joked at each other. Talking about numerous things including memories of their teenage years, how Steve used to put newspaper in his shoes, the games they’d play, and the adventures they’d go on all together. When they finished eating, they held hands on the table, smiling at each other. Bucky watched as Y/N raised the glass to her red lips, once again filled with envy for the glass. He wanted so badly to be in the glass’s place on her lips. Bucky stood, carrying their empty plates to the sink, before returning and holding out his hand to Y/N, wanting to hold her close for a dance to the soft music playing, “Y/N, may I have this dance.” He grinned down at her.

Y/N put the wine glass down, taking his hand and standing. She smiled back at him as he lead her to a more open area away from the dining table. She wraps her arms up and around his neck, stepping closer to him. She bit her bottom lip and blushed as she felt Bucky’s hands wrap around her hips, pulling her closer to his muscular frame which she gladly stepped into. They swayed to the music for a few moments, keeping their eyes locked with each other.

Bucky moves one hand from around Y/N’s waist, lifting it to touch her cheek gently, keeping his eyes locked on hers, “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He breathed gently as he leaned his face down closer to her’s, his warm breath hitting Y/N’s face gently. He watched her closely as he moved his face closer to her’s, not wanting to overstep with her.

Y/N smiled at his words, feeling his breath on her face made a chill go down her spine, causing her goosebumps to appear along her skin. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, feeling the need to kiss him. Bucky was intoxicating to Y/N in this moment. All she wanted was him. She leaned her face up closer to his, brushing her lips against his soft ones, placing a gentle kiss upon them.

The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he felt Y/N’s lips on his, kissing her back. He pulled her body as close to his as possible. He had waited for this moment for a long time, ever since the day he left for his deployment. He moved his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her lips against his as he continued to kiss her. He forced himself to pull away from her lips, watching her eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, “Be my girl.” He whispered to her, more of a statement than a question.

Y/N leaned forward a bit as he pulled away from her lips, not wanting the kiss to end. She looked up into his blue eyes as he spoke, butterflies erupting in her stomach at his words. She nodded, planting a soft kiss to his lips, “I’ve always been yours.” She whispers back against his lips before kissing him again. Y/N kept one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, allowing her other to slide down his shoulder and rest on his chest, gripping his shirt slightly as if trying to pull him closer to her even though their bodies were already touching. She could feel herself wanting Bucky in every way possible.

Bucky couldn’t help himself, he gripped at her waist and pulled her roughly against him as if not wanting any air to come between their bodies, wanting to feel all of her against him. He moved his kisses from her lips and along her jaw, dancing his lips down Y/N’s neck and kissing softly. He stopped himself there, brushing his lips against her soft pale skin. He moved back to look at her. He could see what he was doing to Y/N, not wanting him to stop. But Bucky decided to be a gentleman instead, much to Y/N’s dismay. He could see the want in her eyes which made him grin crookedly down at her, cupping Y/N’s face in his hands, “How’s this for our date?”

Y/N closed her eyes when he kissed her neck, holding back a small whimper that she refused to let pass her lips. When he pulled away from her, she looked at him, meeting his gaze. She smiled, “Better than I’ve dreamed about.” She spoke softly to him, taking in his handsome form which she could officially call her’s.

It wasn’t long until the team was back from their night out, but by the time they were Bucky and Y/N had cleaned up and changed into more comfortable clothes, sitting on the couch and watching the end Indiana Jones movie. Steve always spoke so highly of the series and Y/N wanted to give them a watch. Steve was right, they were really good. Their night ended with Bucky walking her to her room, placing his hand on her cheek and pulling her face to his and placing a gentle kiss on her lips, “Goodnight, doll.” He whispered against her lips before kissing them again.

Y/N smiled as he kissed her, happily giving him kisses back, “Goodnight.” She whispers back to him. She watched him grin at her, then make his way down the hallway and into his bedroom. Y/N watched him until he disappeared, closing the door and leaning against it taking a deep breath. Wanda was sitting on her bed with a triumphant smile, “Tell me all about it.” She demanded.

Y/N chuckled a little bit and sat next to Wanda, crossing her legs and told Wanda everything that happened and what a gentleman he was even though she didn’t want him to be.

“Patience is a virtue.” Wanda sang out as she listened to how Bucky had stopped himself from going further with Y/N, “I’m sure there will be many more hot dates.”

Y/N laughed and nodded, “Patience. Not one of my strengths.” She said softly, moving to her own bed and crawling under the covers, “I can’t believe you lied to me though.” She said, giving Wanda a look.

Wanda flicked the lights out and tucked herself into her own bed, “It was a good lie. Worth the while kind of lie.” She responded. Y/N drifted off to sleep easily, happy at her night with Bucky.

—

‘Where am I?’

Y/N thought as she dreamt. She was in some sort of building. The lightening was dim and the room was cold. She walked slowly down a long hallway towards a black door, opening it. She saw Dimitri sitting at a table, smirking on the phone. She waited to see if Dimitri looked over to her, but when he didn’t she approached him slowly. Looking down at what was on the table in front of him as she listened to his phone call. The folder had a red star on it with Bucky’s full name as well as Winter Soldier Project written on the cover.

“Thank you. This will help me out.” Dimitri said, opening the folder, “Yes, yes. I’ll return your daughter to you untouched.” He growled and ended the phone call. He flipped through the pages, finally finding what he needed, “Ten little words.” He chuckled.

Y/N watched as he flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the pages for information on Bucky as the Winter Soldier. Seeing the words, her eyes widened, realizing what Dimitri’s plan was. He was planning to activate Bucky as the Winter Soldier to get to her.

“Bucky.. no..” She whispered to herself, forcing herself to wake up from the dream.

Wanda was already awake, looking at Y/N with wide eyes, “I saw it too. You were in his mind. You two have become more connected.” She said, moving out of her bed to sit next to Y/N, “I thought all those files on Bucky were destroyed. If he has those words… Dimitri can activate Bucky and control him.” She whispered, a little fear in her eyes.

Y/N nodded, fear running across her face as she thought about what she saw. The fact that the Winter Soldier, the one who took her, could come back brought her mind to a dark place. She couldn’t let that happen. Y/N had to protect Bucky, and the rest of those that lived in the facility. She returned her gaze to Wanda, giving her a look as if she knew what she needed to do.

Wanda sighed, “I hate that face.” She muttered, “That’s your ‘I have a plan and you’re going to hate it’ face.”

Y/N nodded, running one hand through her hair, “Yeah. You are definitely going to hate it. But I need to destroy that folder before Dimitri has a chance to come here.”

Wanda sighed again, her face turning into one of defeat realizing she may not have any other option but to go along with whatever Y/N’s plan was, “Okay, so what is this awful plan?”

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Speak of the Devil

James “Bucky” Barnes/ Female Reader

Summary: You tag along with Bucky to a undercover reconnaissance mission at a goth club. Smut ensues. 

Includes: Degradation, Choking, little bit of slut shaming, unprotected semi-public sex, hint of cockwarming, dirty talk, oral

Words: 4,307

A/N: This is my first fic I have ever posted on here. I hope I included all the warnings correctly. Not sure if I need to include fingers in mouth, but that happens. Title credit goes to the Misfits. Tagging @gagmebucky​ and @babybluestan​. Thanks for giving me the guts to post this! I am so thankful for you guys. 

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The bass of Molchat Doma vibrates the walls as you search for Bucky. When you stepped into the goth club on 66th street, you were more nervous than you liked to admit. The club had recently gone under new management and is rumored to be a place for arms trafficking. It is ingenious, actually. Under all the makeup and leather, anyone could hide their identity. Take Bucky for instance. Tight jeans, a black t-shirt, some eyeliner, and a leather jacket down to his calves, Bucky is unnoticeable. Also, helps that the most identifiable thing about him is covered under gloves. Don’t even get started on the leather band and silver chain wrapped around his neck. You need to fan yourself just thinking about it. 

You also look quite different from your usual lab coat and safety goggles and Bucky has certainly noticed. He could not keep his hand off your thick fishnet covered thighs the whole way here. 

With a kiss to your cheek, Bucky had left you at the bar to check out the area. That had been twenty minutes ago and sadly, people were starting to notice you too. 

You felt eyes on you as you mindlessly scrolled through the meme group chat. Peter and Shuri were having an entertaining fight on who sent the best memes. You couldn’t handle the creepy feeling anymore. You were ready to show this creep the pretty switchblade Bucky got you for your birthday. Chin raised, your eyes met with green ones across the bar. You tried to give your best resting bitch face with dead eyes, but he only smirked and took that as his cue to swoop in. You slammed cash on the table for your blood red drink and slipped into the crowd before he could make two steps in your direction. You went down a hallway in the back which led you to your latest predicament. Where the fuck is your thick ass boyfriend? 

You have enough PHDs under your belt to know not to yell out Bucky’s name. Searching for his wide frame under the neon lights is the only option you have left as you pass the restrooms. You think finding a 6’2” man would be easy, but apparently, every alternative person wears 5 inch platforms. Not like you can really blame them. If they weren’t so expensive, you’d be Bucky’s height too right now. 

As you fill with envy for people that can fit into knee high platforms, an arm wraps around you and yanks you into a unisex bathroom. “It’s me.” Bucky’s deep voice assures before you can even start going through the defense attacks he taught you. You slip out of his hold and turn around to face him. Ignoring the fact Bucky has taken off his jacket and his muscles are now stressing the seams of his long sleeve shirt, you cross your arms. 

“Where have you been?”

Bucky blinks confused before finding his answer. “Bugging this two floor building. Why? What’s wrong?” You will tell him sooner or later. Might as well do it now. 

“Nothing. It’s just, uh, a skeevy man was staring at me far too long. We made eye contact and he tried coming over.” 

“Did he hurt you because I will-” Bucky’s already heading for the door before you squeeze his arm. 

“Bucky,” you laugh astounded that he’s so ready to fight for you. You didn’t even give him a description. Bucky lets you pull him back to the center of the room. “I slipped through the crowd before he could try anything. I’m fine.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise. I’m fine.” You stand on the tip of your toes to kiss Bucky’s cheek but he turns his head to kiss you instead. He kisses you deeply just long enough to leave you wanting more.

“You still have your knife right?” 

“Yes, you dork.” He visibly relaxes at the confirmation. You take a hold of his chin and turn his face towards you. “You do realize you have cut on your cheek right?” It’s not too bad. A medium cut surrounded by bruising. Super serum is probably at work already healing it, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful. It’s not like you’re left with the best of first aid in the bathroom. You head to the sink to wet a paper towel with soap and water. 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” You glare at Bucky through the mirror. “I don’t suggest going three doors down. A couple of guards are sleeping on the clock.” He walks over and cozies up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kisses your shoulder. “Is that really necessary. I think there’s more pressing matters to attend to.” He rolls his hard on into your ass as he kisses across your shoulder and up your neck. 

“Really?” You pry as you wring out the paper towel.

“I have been hard since you walked out in the commons.” Your face gets warmer at his confession. “I mean-” Bucky groans as he looks down at your fishnet covered legs. 

“While we’re on the subject, the eyeliner is working for me.” You’ve piqued Bucky’s interest. He meets your eyes through the mirror again. “You should wear it more often. You look so much like-”

“If you say Chase from the Covenant, I’m leaving.” Life drains from his eyes as he speaks.

“Like a man who can get into my pants.” 

“Nice save.” 

“Anyways, I say fuck it. Let’s do it.” Bucky’s eyes light up with excitement. “But clean the blood off your face first.” Bucky takes the paper towel out of your hands, scrubs the line of dried blood off his cheek, and throws it in the trash can before you can blink. Bucky turns your face to meet his lips not even a second later. He kisses you even deeper than before slipping his tongue in your mouth. You lift your hand to thread through Bucky’s hair. At the feel of your hand in his hair, he breaks away. 

“No. No. Keep your hands on the sink. I think this could be fun.” He grabs both of your wrists and places your hands on the edge of the sink. He’s moving your hair off your neck before his lips connect with it. “So pretty, baby. Is this all for me?” He mumbles before placing a hickey on your neck. His hands squeeze your thighs before snaking up your torso and kneading your breasts through your top. Lost in the pleasure only Bucky can give, you assume his question is rhetorical. You learn it wasn’t as he stops his ministrations. “Is this mine?”

You scramble to find your words. “Yeah.” Your voice cracks. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He looks directly into your eyes through the stickered mirror as he unzips the front of your top. Bucky brings his gloved hand up to your mouth. “Bite,” He mumbles before planting multiple kisses on your neck. 

You bite down on his index finger and he pulls his hand away, leaving the glove in your mouth. He quickly takes the glove, stuffing it in his back pocket, before his right hand is kneading one of your bare breasts. You sigh at the feel of his calloused hand on your soft skin. You get a moment to enjoy the feeling until Bucky is lifting his other gloved hand toward your mouth. You get the memo without having to be told. You help tear off his glove for his metal hand and he’s stuffing it in his back pocket again. Instead of going for your other breast, two of Bucky’s metal fingers tap on your bottom lip. 

It is not like you to deny him. You take his fingers in his mouth and suck on them, giving them the same attention you’d give his dick. Bucky leaves the growing patch of hickies on your neck to growl at the sight. “Such a fucking tease.” His metal fingers press down on your tongue making you take his fingers deeper. He let’s up when he knows you are about to choke. “Can’t wait to get inside you, but first I want to see you cum on my fingers. Would you like that, honey?” His right hand leaves your chest and plays with the hem of your short skirt. 

With his fingers still in your mouth,  you nod, widen your stance, and back your ass up into his crotch. He chuckles lowly right next to your ear before his right hand is yanking up your skirt. Your skin tight skirt barely budges with one hand. 

“You gotta be kidding me?” Bucky takes his metal hand out of your mouth and uses it to yank up your skirt. You pray to whoever’s listening that your horny boyfriend doesn’t rip your bottoms off. It’d make getting out of the club a lot more messier. “This skirt is annoying me. You’ll just have to be naked for a week to make it up to me.” Thankfully, your skirt moves up your body to bunch at your waist. You don’t have time for a witty retort or to even think about how you were airborne for a second before Bucky is digging his metal fingers into your sex. At the feel of fishnet over wet folds, he pauses. “Wait, are you-”

“Not wearing panties? Yep.” 

He lets out the longest groan to date. “You’re gonna kill me.” Bucky tears open a hole in your stockings at the apex of your thighs before massaging and digging into your sex with vengence. “That’s what you’re gonna do. Forget all the highrisks missions. The stupid fucking guards. I’m gonna die because my girlfriend can’t wear a fucking decent pair of underwear.” Bucky groans and he’s… he’s being unfair as two of his thick metal fingers slip into you. He knows how much you love it when he uses his metal hand. Bucky is using it against you to sear his touch into your brain. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as he reaches sensitive depths inside you. His right hand goes back to kneading your chest.

“Wearing panties makes it harder f-for… for you to fuck me. Need to be prepared for your horny ass 24/7.” You pant in between words. Bucky raises an unimpressed eyebrow. The speed of his pumping fingers quicken to the point where the both of you can hear how wet you are over the distant music. “W-when are you not… horny?”

“I’m not even going to entertain you with an answer when I have this wet pussy to play with. ‘Sides, I’m not the one who sounds horny right now. “ Bucky’s metal thumb rubs your clit. “I’m not the one desperate enough for my boyfriend’s cock that I'll spread my legs in a public bathroom. Honestly, you just went with it? No second thoughts?” You’re too overwhelmed with pleasure to even bother a response. Bucky clicks his tongue. “That’s not good girl behavior. More like slutty behavior.” Bucky’s eyes light up with an idea. “Be a good slut and cum for me.”

“Bucky,” you gasp pleadingly. 

“C’mon, you heard me. Cum for me. It’s the least you can do.” He’s sucking on a pulse point on your neck when you go rigid underneath him. You cry out as you reach your euphoric high. 

“God damnit, you’re so gorgeous when you cum.” Bucky makes you feel the full effect of your orgasm as he continues to pump his fingers and rub your clit. You have to practically tear his metal arm off you to get peace. Both of his hands leave you and you can hear the tell tale sound of his pants being undone. 

You get a small amount of reprieve before Bucky is rubbing his dick through your drenched folds. His thick cock stimulating your sensitive nerves. Bucky’s steel toed boot nudges your stance wider and he’s dipping into your entrance just enough for you to start to feel the intoxicating stretch of him. You’re arching your back at the burn when he pulls out suddenly. You sputter as you try to find your words. 

“I don’t think you really want my cock.” He goes back to spreading your folds over his cock. The tip runs across your sensitive, overworked clit every once in a while.

“I’m literally on display for your fucking dick right now.” 

“Then say it.” Bucky nuzzles your neck and blows cool air on the patch of hickies. 

“Bucky, please fuck me. I’ve been wet since you mentioned you had to wear a leather jacket. Let me have it.” 

Bucky snorts at that. “My sweet slut. Always so ready and willing for my cock.” 

“Only a s-slut-” Bucky slides into you slowly making you feel every massive inch of him  “- f-for you.” You whimper at the feel of him as your back arches. You're trapped in between Bucky and the sink. No choice but to feel all of him. 

Bucky rumbles right against your back. “My own little whore. I like the sound of that.” He tests the waters by thrusting shallow. You’re convulsing around his cock. It always takes a few to get used to the initial stretch. He groans. “Always so fucking tight. My own personal heaven.” He hasn’t been able to stop his little thrusts, addicted to the feel of you. 

“B-Bucky,” you gasp strained. “P-please, move. Do something.” 

“Look at you so desperate for my cock. I love it. Such a good whore.” He pulls out and you could cry until he’s thrusting back in, knocking the wind out of you. You gasp, collecting enough air for him to knock it out of you again. Again. And again. It’s not before long, Bucky is setting a brutal pace and all you can do is take it. You are going lax as the pleasure makes your extremities tingly. Bucky is pretty much the only thing holding you up as he brings three of his right fingers towards your mouth. He doesn’t even have to tap on your lips. You open your mouth for him to slip his fingers inside and suck on them. Bucky’s eyes zero in on your pretty lips wrapped around his fingers. 

“What a good slut. Such a good girl. I love you so much.” His metal hand gently wraps around the base of your neck. His index finger and thumb stroke the skin right underneath your choker causing goosebumps to break out. “This looks so pretty on you, baby.” He kisses the spot your jawline and neck connect before continuing. “I think we both know how much better my hand is wrapped around your neck though.” He gives a light squeeze, slightly cutting off your blood flow, and grins at you. A broken moan leaves you as drool pools around his fingers starting to drip down his hand and your chin. “So fucking stunning. Should have got out my phone before we started.”

A light, airy feeling starts to creep into your head, kind of like your floating. Bucky’s pace never lets up and you’re close. So, so close.  A few more thrusts and Bucky is reaching new depths. You’re knuckles strain as you grip the sink hard. 

“Shit.” He grunts. His fingers press down on your tongue not give a fuck if you gag. Your eyes widen as his warmth floods you. Bucky’s pace slows and he’s pumping his hips shallowly while he cums.

 As much as you love the bare feel of him, you’re pissed. You were so close to an orgasm and he stopped. It was without clittoral stimulation too. It was gonna be groundbreaking. You actually gag on the pressure of his fingers down your throat and smack his wet wrist. He quickly takes his fingers out of your mouth and apologizes. You can’t believe you're stomping your foot while still on your boyfriend’s dick, but there’s a first for everything. You’re actually pouting as you cross your arms over your bare chest and jut out your lower lip. 

“Bucky!” You wait for him to take his eyes off your ass and meet yours through the mirror. 

He smacks your ass, squeezes it, and hums, mildly distracted. “Yeah?” He glances up and does a double take. “You’re pissed?”

“Uh yeah. Do you know how close I was before you ruined it? I-” Bucky takes his hand off your throat and uses both to dig his thumbs in the dip of your back as he shushes you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.” You’re frustrated and slightly on edge when Bucky slowly pulls out. “Don’t get more upset, but that was literally the hottest thing we’ve done. You have never looked hotter.” 

“Why would I get upset when I feel the same.” You begrudgingly agree. 

“Oh my god, you’re gonna hold not letting you come against me. You’re such a baby.” You open your mouth to defend yourself, but Bucky turns you around and lifts you on to the edge of the sink before you can start. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at that manhandling and you ignore it. While you avoid his eyes and glare at the wall over his shoulder, he wipes some of the drool off your chin. You melt on the inside and try not to show it. If you look in his eyes, you’re going to forgive him. If you look into his eyes, you’re going to forgive him. “This is ridiculous. When have I ever left you hanging? Don’t you think maybe I had a plan?” Your eyes slowly slide over to his. His eyes, still darkened by lust, bore into you. “I don’t want to see you cum on my cock through the mirror. I want you to face me, eyes rolled back, mouth gaping as I repeatedly reach all the sensitive spots inside you.” 

“You’re the one that’s the fucking tease.” You smack his broad chest. He takes your hand and kisses each knuckle. His hand then goes to knead your thighs dangling off the edge. 

“So, what do you say? Second round?” 

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but I’m sexually frustrated and still slightly mad. Fuck me before someone comes in.” He wedges himself between your thick thighs. Bucky leans down to kiss you and you thread your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, happy to get to touch him.  He eventually stops kneading your thighs, just feeling the texture of the mesh stretched across your skin. 

Bucky groans as you nip at his lips when he pulls away. His head drops down and shakes it in disbelief.  “You need to wear these more often.” He looks very serious at you and you would snicker if you weren’t about to fuck. You do smirk at him though and swirl his hair between your fingers. 

“You gonna fuck me in public more often if I do?” You wipe some of your burgundy lipstick off the edge of his bottom lip as you ask. 

Bucky’s Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps. “I-is that what you want?” He’s grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to the edge. You can feel his hardening cock against your hip. You’re so close to Bucky, you lean in just a few inches to press your chest against his and whisper sultry in his ear.

“I am constantly ready for your cock. Twenty four seven. Name a place and I’ll spread my legs. So fucking big. Feels so damn good.” You kiss right underneath his ear and then move a few inches down to suck hickey on a soft spot of his neck. With super soldier recovery rate, it won’t last long, but it sure does rile him up. He moans and it echoes off the linoleum poster covered walls. You love the vibrations underneath your lips as he tilts his head to the other side. You know his eyes are fluttering as you can’t help but to give him a few others hickies next to it. 

You lean back to admire your handiwork. Purple blotches litter his neck in between smudges of burgundy lipstick. You’re pretty sure you’ve wiped off all your lipstick on Bucky. His blown out pupils watch you like a hawk, hands digging into your ass. He’s rubbing his hard on into the crease of your stomach and thighs and he doesn’t even know it. “C’mon, I want to feel the ache of you tomorrow. Fuck me like the whore that I am.” You feel a chill run down his spine before he finally takes action. 

He rolls up his sleeves and of course, because your chest is now facing him, he needs to leave a few hickies on them. As he guides his dick to your entrance, you wrap your legs around his waist. Bucky momentarily ceases the hickies to watch your puffy folds easily accept his wide cock. Both of you are groaning at the feeling. 

“Your pussy’s so wet for me. Fuck.” Bucky’s too turned for a filter. You keep your edging comment to yourself and kiss his sweaty temple. The edging thoughts stewing inside are knocked out of you as Bucky fingers trace the place you two are joined. He uses the excess of your combined wetness to rub your clit. Pleasure makes your toes curl. 

“Not what I meant when I said fuck me, Bastard.” You can’t get Bucky to move his hips without falling on your ass. He seems perfectly fine to have you warm his hard dick as he kisses and leaves hickies along your collar bones. Your free hand grabs his bicep and you’re close to coming already. 

“Yeah. Your bastard.” You can feel him grin against your skin. You’d comment if you weren’t about to cum. 

“C-close. Please don’t stop.” You gasp out, begging as the rise of your orgasm hits. You’re squeezing Bucky while in your peak. He almost groans as loud as you’re moaning.

“You’re so gorgeous. Love when you convulse around my cock, honey.” He kisses your cheek momentarily before going back down to your chest. He starts pumping his cock in and out of you. This time literally knocking the wind out of you. You’re oversensitive from your orgasm and he never truly let you come down from it. Bucky is certainly making his promise. You’ll feel him in your guts for the next few days. Your hands run through his hair and pull on the ends. His mouth finally detaches from your chest as he moves with your hand. He lets out a full blown out moan that makes your heart pound. Bucky always lets out the filthiest moans when you pull his hair. You fucking love it. His metal hand leaves your ass. He grabs a hold of the edge of the sink as he pace picks up. 

As much as you love filling all your wet dreams with the hottest audio ever, you don’t have the strength to keep your arm up for long. Your hand drops to his back. His muscles ripple underneath your fingertips as you dig your nails into his back. Both of you panting into each other's ear. Your legs shake at the approaching orgasm. 

“I know you’re close. Be a good whore. Cum on my cock. I’ll wait for you.” He rubs your clit even faster. 

“FUCK.” You’ve never been happier for loud music blasting through the club’s speakers. An intense orgasm takes over you. White dots fill your vision as tears collect at your waterline. With how hard your gripping his cock, Bucky isn’t far behind. He can only get in a few more thrusts before he’s cumming again. He bites into your shoulder and groans. Shivers wreck down your spine as his warmth fills you for the second time tonight. Bucky lets the sink carry his weight as he grips it hard. 

There’s a groaning protest before a chunk of the sink falls off. You’re there to block him from falling. He pulls out and moves you closer to the other edge, away from the crime scene. You look over your shoulder. Thankfully, he didn’t break off any of the major plumbing parts. Water spraying everywhere would make looking yourself presentable a lot more harder, but maybe that could have been your excuse. Oh well. 

You turn back to Bucky. He’s still holding on to the broken piece of sink. Both of you break out into giggles as he throws it in the trash. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” You’re grinning ear to ear as he tucks himself back into his boxers. 

“I can.” Bucky shrugs. “I don’t think you get how tight you get when you cum. Me breaking things during sex is not new.” 

“My back. Our nice bed frame. The ottoman in the commons… Can’t forget the multiple tables. Shout out to Tony’s dented Acura hood.” You pull Bucky’s shirt to get him closer to you. You kiss him before he speaks. “Are you trying to seduce me?” 

“If you fuck me again, there won’t be a sink left.” 

He hums and rubs your thighs. He’s definitely addicted to the feel of the fishnets stockings. Good luck trying to get his hands off you for the rest of the day. “You have a point.” He drops to his knees. 

“What are you doing?” He’s spreading your thighs wide in front of his face.

“I can’t let my cum drip down your legs out there. That would be irresponsible of me.” That's all the explanation you get before he’s burying his face in between your legs, stubble scratching your inner thighs. You gasp as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. Fuck what he said. You’re the one that’s gonna die. Bucky is truly your horny bastard. 

[lieuwrites]

A Story Told In Gems | Hwang Hyunjin | Oneshot

Title: A Story Told in Gems

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Synopsis: Star tears (tears of unrequited love) have different qualities and minerals which can change the colour of the tears depending on the emotion being experienced in the moment. The minerals in the tears can be collected and pressed into beautiful gemstones. Hyunjin had taken an interest in the different kinds of gems and had tasked himself to learn all he could about them from the store owner of Stardust Jewelers.

Genre/Warnings: Angst, fluff, seemingly (?) unrequited love, hurt/comfort, swearing (i use shit like once), skz side character/s (Minho, Chan), non-idol!AU

Words: 4.8k

Requested: No

A/N: i hope y’all like this one !! i liked the concept of ‘star tears’ and wanted to do something a bit different with it and badabing badaboom here is my attempt at stepping out of my comfort zone :-D do i understand how gems are made ?? not at all, but i wrote it in anyways so who cares lmao

It was quite beautiful the first time you saw your mom cry. She argued with your dad in the kitchen for what felt like ages until she fell to her knees and broke down in tears. Oh how her tears sparkled. The sobs wracked through her body; but her tears, they jingled hypnotically. From the young age of 4 you’d hoped that you too would one day be able to cry such beautiful tears like her when you were older. You never really understood how much it hurt to produce such beauty.

“I promise you, the gems we sell at this store are made of 100% genuine solaris minerals,” you spoke to the customers, as you carefully removed the necklace from the display case. “As you can see, the necklace is a gold singapore chain paired with a blue solaris gem. It also comes with a pair of teardrop earrings if you decided to take the whole set.” The couple inspected the necklace, feeling the quality of the chain and holding it up to their necks. It took the two women a while to pick a necklace, but after scouring the whole shop, they decided on the one they were currently debating.

“Did you say it comes with a certificate of authenticity?” The first woman asked, holding up the necklace delicately in her palm.

You nodded in affirmation and went to grab the papers from underneath the counter. “Not only does it come with a certificate, but almost all of our products come with a story of their origin,” you placed the necklace’s folder onto the counter and slid it over to them, “these gems came from a man named Minho. He had fallen in love with a work colleague who he would spend every single working hour with. What the poor guy didn’t know was that she was already with someone. The tears used for this set specifically were cried on the night of the girl’s wedding.”

The customers sighed in sympathy from the story. It was sad to know what pain this man went through. He came in quite a few times, his first tears producing light blue gems. Each time he came in, the gems would become a deeper shade of blue as his emotions became heavier. The very last time he came in, his tears produced royal blue solaris gems.

Minho yielded 5 different sets of jewelry.

“We’ll take the whole set.”

The next day was slow. You were able to make two small sales but other than that, there didn’t seem to be any sign of more customers. As you tried to busy yourself by wiping down the already clean display cases, the entrance bell rang, signalling a customer. You looked through the glass from your crouched position behind the counter to see a young man walk in. He stepped around the store hesitantly and his eyes scanned the jewels as he moved. You stood up from your place and greeted him, “good afternoon, welcome to Stardust Jewelers; the place where we turn tears into treasures. How can I help you today?” He jumped slightly at your voice and his expression warped into one of surprise. 

“Oh uh, sorry. I’m just here to look around,” he spoke quickly and turned around towards the shelves closer to the entrance. His shifty attitude didn’t sit right with you so you walked nearer to where he stood. The cases were secured with a key that was only handled by staff but you knew some people were able to get really creative with their shoplifting. 

You followed his gaze to the various bracelets but you were sure he wasn’t interested in those. He seemed to lick his lips nervously as his eyes flicked to you and back to the jewelry. You took in his appearance; his blonde hair was quite long, passing his chin, and his side profile was quite defined. You studied his features quite quickly until you noticed the earrings he wore. 

Simple studs.

The gems looked to be diamond but after working at the store for almost your whole life you could tell from the way they sparkled in the light, to the way the metal was designed, those were solaris gems. As you moved closer, the guy stepped away from you.

“Listen man,” you started, “I can tell those studs you’re wearing are solaris gems and judging from the craftsmanship, they were made in this store. I don’t know if you stole those and you’re coming back for seconds-”

“Woah woah woah, I didn’t steal anything from here. I was gifted these,” he held his hands up in surrender before quickly adding, “from a friend.

A quick pause happened before he hesitantly spoke up again,

“I’m Hyunjin… Hwang Hyunjin,” You raised a brow at him and he held his hand out for you to shake. You reciprocated his handshake and also introduced yourself.

“(Y/n). I’m a co-owner of this store.”

He smiled kindly at you and went back to looking at the bracelets. A silence fell over the both of you and you turned to look at the clock hung behind the counter.

’12 minutes until close. There’s no way I’m going to make this sale.’

“Um, sorry I know the store is closing soon but I just want to ask, can I hear the story of that bracelet over there?” Hyunjin pointed to a bracelet with small green solaris gems held together with a gold chain.

“Hmm,” you paused to think, “those were made from the tears of a young woman; tears of envy they were. Her best friend had ended up dating the guy she’d been crushing on. She cried to me, telling me how sad she was about losing the guy of her dreams, but I’m 100% sure she was more envious of their relationship,” You looked up to see Hyunjin listening attentively. 

“Green for envy, huh? I guess that one seems pretty obvious.”

You nodded and looked back at the time. 

“It seems I’m going to have to pack up shop. Thank you for stopping by and feel free to come by tomorrow.” You held the door open for him and he walked out with a quick goodbye and a quiet ‘nice meeting you.’

Your newest client wasn’t here to buy jewelry; instead, the man who went by ‘Christopher’ sat in the back room. He entered the store donning sunglasses and you knew immediately why he was here. The client walked up to the counter with his head down and you moved to serve him.

“Good morning, welcome to Stardust Jewelers; the place where we turn tears into treasures. How can I help you today?” The guy cleared his throat once and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. You slowly reached your hand out to reassuringly pat his shoulder before grabbing a small jar from beneath the counter. You asked his name and scribbled it on the jar in sharpie.

“Follow me.”

You walked to the back room and motioned for him to sit on the couch. You then passed him the jar and went to leave the room. “The room is soundproof so don’t be afraid to let it out.” 

You then left to go back to your post behind the counter, readying the paperwork for his tears. As you sorted through a new folder, the entrance bell rang. 

“Good morning, welcome to Stardust Jewelers; the place where we turn tears into– Oh, you’re back?” The same guy from yesterday walked in with a sheepish smile on his face. 

“Yeah… You did say to come by tomorrow. I’m just really curious about the store.” 

He came up to the counter and looked at the blank forms you were sorting through. You could tell he was curious as to what was on them so you turned the papers to face him. 

“We prepare them each time we have a new client–” you motioned towards the back room with your head– “so we can gather the information and signatures we need for the certificate of authenticity and the jewelry’s backstory.” Hyunjin nodded along to the explanation. He was quite a curious person, asking questions wherever possible and listening attentively to your responses.

“So do crying these gems hurt?” Hyunjin asked.

“Not that I know of. I’m pretty sure the minerals that produce the gems are too small to cause too much damage. I have heard cases where people go colour blind from crying too many star tears though. Some people can even lose memories. My mother told me it’s to protect the heart from further heartbreak.”

At that moment, Christopher walked out; sunglasses on and jar in hand. The contents sparkled a beautiful golden topaz and your heart skipped a beat. You could barely hold back the smile on your face as you took the paperwork back from Hyunjin. 

“Sorry Hyunjin, I’m going to need a bit of privacy between the client and myself. Feel free to look around the store.” Hyunjin smiled and instead waved a goodbye, mouthing ‘see you tomorrow’ before walking out the door.

“Do you enjoy working here?” Hyunjin asked whilst chewing on the straw of his empty iced coffee. 

“Of course I do. Does it not seem like it?” You pulled out different necklaces from the display to switch around the store’s look.

“Well judging from the way you smiled at the miserable customer yesterday, I’d say you enjoy this job too much.” He raised a brow at you and you laughed at his statement.

“Trust me, I feel like every sad client that comes in to sell their tears weighs on my soul heavily; but every once in a while, you get a client who can cry tears that produce these rare gems,” you turned to pick up a pair of earrings from the shelf behind you and carefully handed them to Hyunjin. He placed his cup onto the counter and held them, inspecting the golden-yellow gems.

“What kind of tears can produce this sort of gem?”

A small smile made its way onto your face as you thought about the woman who produced the earrings.

“Tears of happiness. You see, solaris gems can only be produced from the minerals in star tears, tears that are cried during unrequited love. If the person you love doesn’t love you back, but you’re still able to be happy for them, I just think that’s a sort of purity that needs to be preserved.”

Another new day rolled by and Hyunjin had once again made his way back to your store.

“So what’s the story behind the ring?” Hyunjin motioned to the one held gently in your palm, freshly unpackaged from the warehouse. The clean gem was pure like diamond and had no pigment to it. “These ones are quite the mystery. They look almost like normal tears from how they are cried without pigment but instead they sparkle beautifully, just as all other star tears do. These clear gems are made from tears of the unaware. Sometimes people will cry and produce star tears without knowing that they were ever in love in the first place so they usually don’t come with a story.” The idea of those gems made you sad and you quickly put it away on the shelf.

“Does the same go for my earrings?” He asked, motioning to the studs he always wore. 

“I guess so. Did you not get the information folder when you bought those?”

He shook his head and knocked on yours lightly with his hand, bringing himself to your level, “I got these as a gift, remember?”

“Ahh right. Well maybe your friend should’ve given you the info folder. How are you supposed to know if they’re real or not,” you huffed.

“Easy. I’ve got you to verify them for me.”

It had been a few weeks since Hyunjin started popping into the store and making conversation.

Hyunjin stood behind you toying with the necklace around your neck while you sat at the counter filling out paperwork for the batch of tears that needed to be sent out that afternoon. He watched over your shoulder as you sorted through all the information and vials diligently ensuring everything was correct. He couldn’t help but admire how particular and concise you were with your work.

What he couldn’t tell was how flustered you were in the moment. The close proximity between the two of you made your heart race and every time his fingers would absentmindedly brush against the nape of your neck you would try your hardest to hide the shivers that ran up through your spine. 

You put down your pen and replaced his hand on the clasp of your necklace, removing it and turning to dangle it before him. “Here, play with this while I do my work,” you told him, waiting for the guy to take hold of it. 

Hyunjin held his palm out and you placed the jewelry into his grasp. He knew it was important to you with the way you would fidget with the pendant out of habit, move the clasp back to its place behind your neck when displaced and even just because of the fact he never saw you without it until now. Although he knew the jewel held significance to you, it was a mystery as to why. He’d always wanted to know the story behind it but never knew how to bring it up.

The large, emerald cut gem was a deep shade of red, mounted to a golden pendant and looped onto a thin, simple, gold box chain. “Red for anger is it?” Hyunjin started, his eyes shifting from the necklace to the owner.

You looked back at him, catching his eyes quickly before turning back to your work.

“Uh, yeah. Red for anger,” your voice was tentative, knowing what he really wanted to know. After a moment of hesitation, you continued to speak, “It’s from my mom, you know, the ‘big boss’. That is her first ever gem she made… out of her own tears.” You put your pen down and spun around on the stool you were sitting on to face Hyunjin.

He faced you, eyes unsure where to look. After a second of inner conflict he decided looking into yours was the best place to direct his gaze. He could read a variation of emotions; confusion, anxiousness, rage and guilt but the most prevalent one he could see was pain.

“They were the tears she cried when my dad told her he was leaving us. It happened so long ago but sometimes it still gets to me,” you let out a shaky breath and forced a smile, “I guess I should be thankful. That moment was basically the catalyst for this whole business my mom started. She said she wanted to make something beautiful and worthwhile out of painful and vulnerable moments, just to remind people that there’s always a shining light at the end of a dark tunnel.”

Suddenly, you were gently pulled into Hyunjin’s embrace, an arm around your shoulders and the other pulling your head to his shoulder. It wasn’t until then you realised you were crying. Quiet sobs escaped your body and you wrapped your arms around his waist looking for comfort.

Hyunjin stayed silent and stroked your hair in reassurance.

No words needed to be spoken. All that mattered was that Hyunjin was there in the moment, allowing you to let it all out.

And you did, crying tears that sparkled orange.

It became a routine that Hyunjin would come and visit a few times a week. He came in so often he’d somehow weaseled his way into having his own spot behind the counter. A customer walked in and you greeted them with Hyunjin chorusing along. 

“Good morning, welcome to Stardust Jewelers; the place where we turn tears into treasures. How can I help you today?”

The girl came up to the counter and flashed a beautiful smile. “Hi, I’m here looking for something specific. Have you got any jewelry from someone named Minho?” You assumed she was friends with the couple from a few weeks prior so you nodded and brought her over to where the last of Minho’s jewelry was kept. The first ever set he was able to produce was all that was left and it was a mere ring. The gem on the thin band was a small light blue jewel. 

“Would you like to hear the story behind it?” you offered.

“Don’t worry, she knows it already,” a familiar voice cut in. Without you noticing, Minho had entered the shop. 

“No. Way. Minho, I haven’t seen you in ages! What’s it been? 3? 4 years?” You walked out from behind the counter and hugged him. He chuckled and hugged you back, “4 years and 7 months if we’re being precise.”

Minho walked over to the woman and gently pulled her over, holding her hand. “I want you to meet my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a couple of years now.”

Minho pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and turned back to you. “We’re here to see what’s left of my gems.” His girlfriend pulled him over to where the ring was while you made your way to the back room. For each client that came to sell their tears, you decided to keep gems for them, just in case they ever came back --a situation you thought would never happen-- and for the first time, someone did.

You found Minho’s section, pulled out a small box and brought it out to the couple. Somehow, Hyunjin had gotten the key and opened the display to show them the ring in the display case.

“Since when did you hire new staff? I thought this was a family business?” Minho asked.

“I didn’t. This guy just has nothing better to do.”

Hyunjin stuck his tongue out and tossed the keys back to you.

You placed the box down in front of them and pulled out 5 small jewelry boxes, each dated with when the tears were collected. You opened them to reveal the gems within, creating a beautiful gradient of blues as the dates became more recent. 

“These are all gems created from Minho’s star tears. I save gems for each client that comes in, just in case they come back one day. I’ve left them completely untampered with so that you can choose what sort of jewelry you want to make them into.”

The two teared up looking at the jewels and you could feel the warmth radiating from the two of them. 

“How much for them?” Minho asked and you shook your head. 

“They’re free. There’s no way I’d make someone pay for their own tears,” you scoffed jokingly and closed the boxes to be packaged. You looked for the info folders until you realised you must’ve left them in the back room in your excitement. As you turned to go collect them, They suddenly appeared in front of you.

“Oh, thank you Hyunjin. I swear you know your way around here too well, I’m going to have to start restricting store access to you,” you joked.

“Hyunjin?” Minho’s voice travelled over the counter and you looked over at Minho’s confused face.

“Do you guys know each other?” You questioned.

Hyunjin shook his head, seeming just as confused.

Minho continued, “Is this the Hyunjin that you cried star tears over?”

From there, Hyunjin’s eyes widened in shock. He looked at you but you didn’t know what Minho was talking about.

“What do you mean? I’ve never known any other Hyunjin, and I met him a couple months ago.”

“No, the third time I came in, you told me you started crying star tears but you didn’t know why and by the fourth time I came around, you told me you realised it was for your friend Hyunjin.” Minho was sure of it, it was the most vulnerable he’d ever seen you. You would comfort him everytime he came by, but once, and only once, he ended up being the one to comfort you.

You could only shake your head at Minho. “I’ve never cried star tears in my life. I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” You looked back at Hyunjin and then at the gems. “Now back to the topic at hand–” you pulled forms from below the counter– “how would you like these gems styled?”

You hadn’t spoken a word to Hyunjin since Minho left. There was this uncomfortable tension in the air that just wouldn't dissipate no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. Hyunjin knew it was there, and he knew it had to be him to make the first move, but the glass counter had this spot that just wouldn't disappear no matter how hard he scrubbed.

He watched as you counted the day’s earnings intently, eyes not daring to look away from the notes and coins in front of you. There was a voice inside of him that screamed at him to go up to you and explain everything but there was also a feeling of shame that held him back. He was so ashamed of deceiving you and that alone was eating away at him.

When Hyunjin halted his attempts at scrubbing away the nonexistent spot on the glass and turned to face you, you had already made your way to the back room to put away the money. 

He argued with himself, ’maybe I should run for it while they aren’t here. Or maybe I should follow them and fess up’, but the internal monologue had only caused him even more distress.

You on the other hand had decided to completely forget that encounter with Minho, maybe you could forget that the day had ever happened, or even better, maybe you could forget that Hyunjin had ever decided to come into your store. It wasn’t hard to piece everything together, you were smart.

The door creaked behind you, signalling Hyunjin’s entry into the back room with you. He placed the window cleaner and rag back into their rightful place on the shelf while he waited for you to lock up the safe, hidden on the floor in the back of the room, just like routine. When you got up and looked at him, he stood there with a look on his face that told you he was trying to find the words to say.

His mind blanked as you strode towards him, there was no sign of what you were feeling in the moment. As you arrived at the spot right in front of the man, you reached your hand up to gently grasp his chin and move his head to the side.

There, in the shitty back room lighting, shined the clear and clean cut solaris gems. The memory of a forgotten feeling had welled up in your chest, as if you were feeling just a tinge of the heartbreak you once experienced. 

“Do you want them back?” Hyunjin’s voice broke the silence.

You shook your head and let go of his chin, walking past him to finally lock up and leave. 

“Keep them, they look good on you.” 

And those were the last words you spoke to him before he followed you out and you locked up.

It had been a few months after that incident. You were able to forget the whole scenario ever happened --assuming that ignoring the situation was synonymous with forgetting-- and kept conducting business as usual. Hyunjin had barely crossed your mind since you last saw him that night and you were thankful. The whole thing had completely left your system… until now.

The store bell rang and you looked up to greet the customer, words getting caught in your throat. 

His hair was no longer blonde but a deep brown, almost black. It had also grown to touch just past his shoulders. As you locked eyes, a soft smile made its way onto his face as he approached you.

After all this time, Hyunjin was the same.

“No ’welcome to Stardust Jewelers’ for your best customer?” He attempted to joke.

“Well you never actually bought anything.” Your voice was flat, an attempt at hiding what you really felt. The same pain you had tried to forget was bubbling back up in your chest and Hyunjin could see it through your facade. Whilst giving you time to collect yourself, Hyunjin inspected you further. You were the same as he remembered. The same as back when you went to school together, the same as when he met you again at your store after years away at college, just... the same. You were the same in the way your presence comforted him and raised his mood, but he knew you held different feelings towards him.

And then something caught his attention.

Ruby red emerald cut earrings. 

They matched the pendant around your neck and Hyunjin was filled with the same regret.

“Hyunjin, I’ll be honest, I’m not really comfortable with you coming back here. I don’t think we can just ‘hang’ like we used to.”

A sadness washed over him as he shook his head and chuckled bitterly. 

“I know. I’m actually just here as a client. That is, if you’ll have me?”

There was a second of hesitance before you reached under the counter to grab a jar, scribbling his name onto it, and handing it over to him. You motioned towards the back room and allowed him to make his own way there, closing the door behind him. 

Filling out his papers occupied you while you continued to try and pull yourself together. You understood why you had forgotten Hyunjin the first time, the way your mind tried to protect your heart with the star tears you cried. The pain you felt around Hyunjin stung. It made your chest hurt and your mind muddled. Most significantly, it made your eyes burn. The tears you attempted to hold back eventually fell freely, falling onto the paper and staining it with small, orange splatters.

A hand reached out to wipe them away and it was only then you realised that Hyunjin had made his way back.

You stepped back away from him and scrambled to wipe your tears with your sleeve. Hyunjin looked down at the paper, the deep orange tinge seeping into the print. It brought him back to the day he comforted you as you cried into his sweater. He went home that day with the same shiny orange stain on his shirt.

“What do orange tears signify?”

As you wiped away your ever falling tears, your voice came out low and strangled.

“Abandonment.”

Hyunjin couldn’t bear the idea of being the cause of your pain. Not only once or twice, but three times. He wanted to jump the counter and hug you, comfort you just as he had before and apologise until his voice grew weak, but instead he reached into his pocket and produced the small jar with his name on it.

The clink of the jar on the glass counter caught your attention and you inspected the contents from where you stood. A brilliant shade of indigo sparkled within the jar.

“Tears of regret,” you mumbled, “what are you feeling regretful about Hyunjin?”

He breathed out a hopeless laugh and walked around the counter and towards you. As you looked up at his face you could see the same purple tears, sparkling as they ran down his cheeks.

“Everything.”

It was then that you embraced him. His head had fallen to your shoulder and he wept, repeating a string of apologies to you.

Sorry for leaving you.

Sorry for deceiving you.

Sorry for never telling you how he truly felt.

Sorry.

You shushed him gently and rubbed his back reassuringly. That was enough. His apology was enough for you and you didn’t need to hear anymore. 

Neither of you knew how long you stood there crying, basking in the embrace and comfort of each other, but as the sobs died down and your arms grew weaker, your hearts only grew fuller. The feelings you two had for each other were different from before. Not quite love but it could be one day. And today was a step towards repairing those past emotions.

You pulled away and held Hyunjins shoulders at arms length as you studied his face. His eyes were swollen and pink, his lips quivered, daring to let out another sob. You could only imagine how you looked.

“I’m glad you came back,” your voice hoarse from crying. 

“I’m glad to see you again.”

After looking into his eyes a few moments more, you turned towards the papers on the counter. 

“I guess we should commemorate this moment with some purple solari gems, no?”

Hyunjin could only let out a hearty laugh, picking up a pen to help with the papers.

Despite the drama happening just a moment ago, having Hyunjin back at the store felt normal. Everything felt just the same and thankfully, it could only go up from here.

[junquisite]

Escapades

WORD COUNT : 2.1K

WARNING : Suggestive

GENRE : Con Artist AU

She was staring at the mirror, trying to tie her hair up in a decent style when a pair of hands creeped from behind around her waist and she felt lips brushing on her bare neck.

“This dress is too showy. I don't want him to touch you in this.” Seungwoo mumbled in her neck and she smiled at his reflection. 

“Just one more day.” she whispered as his grip tightened on her waist and slid down slowly, lower with each passing second. She felt the brush of lips turning to kisses and she sighed.

“You can't leave a mark Seungwoo. We can't ruin everything today at this point.” Byul whispered and Seungwoo groaned but unwillingly pulled away. He stared at her back as she dressed up, saw her putting on the heavy necklace that old man gifted her and imagined the different ways he can have his way with her with her only wearing that necklace.

“What are you thinking of? Get your mind out of the gutter.” she said with a small smile playing on her lips which Seugnwoo returned slowly.

“How do you know what i was thinking of?” he asked as he went down on his knees to help her wear the new pair of heels she got with the expensive designer dress she was wearing, by none other than that old man who’ll have his hands around her soon. He decided he’ll make her keep the heels on too with the necklace.

“You just get this look on your face, I can tell it from far away.” Byul said as his hands slowly raised away from her ankle to her knees.

“You said no where where he can see right?” Seungwoo mumbled with his lips pressed against her thighs visible from the high slit of the dress till her mid thighs, his hands slowly creeping up and under the dress, dangerously close to where she wanted him badly.

“We need to go down.” she whispered and then gasped, her hand coming up to her lips to not let the sound pass as she felt him bite at her inner thighs. She heard him chuckle and looked down to see him peeking from in between her dress and whined as he went back in and she felt his lips trailed the inside of her thighs.

There was a knock on the door which made her curse as she quickly looked at it and breathed a sigh of relief when saw it locked from the inside.

“Who is it?”

“Miss. Kim, Mr. Kang is expecting you down.” Byul heard from outside and heard Seungwoo curse softly as he separated himself from her.

“I’ll be down in 10 minutes.” she responded and heard the servant scurry off.

She turned to see Seungwoo wearing his tie and went to straighten it as he smiled down at her.

“Ready to go Miss. Kim Jisoo?” Seugnwoo asked Byul and she smiled.

“I am. Are you ready Mr. Im Jongin?” she asked and he nodded as he gave her his hand and she grabbed it, a soft smile gracing her lips as they left the room and separated their hands - him taking his place behind her.

 ~

“Aaah there she is, the bride of the hour!” a lady almost shouted as Byul reached the main party area and she smiled as she approached the lady standing with her to-be husband, Seungwoo a close step behind her.

“Jisoo-ah, you need to wear this all the time now.” the man she was supposed to marry said as she smiled and took the ring box and put on the 6 carat diamond ring as the lady beside her gasped.

“That's an impressionable diamond I must say.” she said and Byul smiled, she could practically hear the envy in her voice.

“Mr. Kang was nice enough to buy the ring my heart  was set on.” she said as she felt the man slip his arm around her and felt Seungwoo stiffen behind her.

“And who's that if i may ask?” the lady asked Pointing at Seungwoo and Byul heard the old man beside her scoff.

“He’s the kind caretaker of my Jisoo here. He’s Jongin, a caretaker and a brotherly figure for Jisoo sent by her family.” he said and Byul smiled. 

“Your family must be rich enough to have a caretaker for you?” the lady asked and Byul waved her hand. “It’s just something they thought i must always have - some sort of protection.” and pulled herself away from the old man and bowed at them.

“I’ll be taking my leave for now.” and went away, Seongwoo following her behind.

 “Caretaker. I’ll never get used to it.” he mumbled as she strayed to a corner with a non-alcoholic drink in her hand, him behind her like a shadow as she surveyed the room.

“It's perfect. You can always stay with me.” she whispered as she saw one of the servers coming to her with an empty tray and bow at Seungwoo who carefully passed an envelope full of money to him.

They saw as he disappeared in the kitchen and came back with a tray full of drinks and started serving them, the drinks blood red and tempting. 

 ~

“Aaah I think he have had one too many drinks.” one of the ladies chimed, equally red faced as the one beside her - barely able to stay straight on their feet but sober enough to comment about others. Typical rich people behaviour Byul thought as she tried to stop her to-be husband’s wandering hands - t Least in front of the wicked ladies.

“I think it’ll be best if i take him to bed.” Byul said but one of the ladies grabbed his hand.

“Let your caretaker take him, have one more drink with us dear Jisoo!” the lady said and Byul threw Seungwoo a helpless look who just smiled at her but she could sense the smirk under it.

“Take care of him Jongin-ssi!” one of the younger ladies said and Byul refrained herself from openly glaring at her - her looks were not decent, she was practically undressing Seungwoo with her eyes.

 1 hour and only one drink for herself later, Byul managed to send all the guests away. The servants were given a night off to cool off before the stress of the wedding starts from the next day and they were finally home alone - her, Seugnwoo and the old 40-something man she was supposed to marry.

 ~

Detective Park rang the bell of the huge house and wondered if calling it a mansion would be better as the door opened to reveal a clearly tired servant and went inside to see the mood getting gloomier with every step.

A 40-something man - Kang Harin, CEO of a small but flourishing fishery business in the particular area, was throwing a child-like tantrum in his expensive looking but bare living room.

“That bitch took  everything! She left nothing! She even took my designer suits!” The last line would have made the detective laugh if he didn't know that one of those suits was probably more then his monthly paycheck.

“Mr. Kang, I'm Detective Park, if you can just list all the items missing? You can add more stuff later but off the top of your head, what all is missing?” 

The detective would have been dumb to ask what hapepend. He knew what happened. It was not the first time something like this took place - he has been monitoring other similar incidents that happened in other small parts of south korea in the past 7 years.

A couple - one of them would woo a rich person, the other some sort of person taking an important role - enough to be let around all the time but not important enough to be shifted the focus on to. And then before the marriage they'll disappear - with everything the person owned that was worth anything. The material would be later found out at different pawn shops stating they never took any stuff to be caught but only took the money.

An on duty officer came to him and handed him a list and he went through it - the list of articles stolen as of now. It had everything on it- from the jewellery to cash from the locker, cash from the hidden locker, gold from the office, electronics like mobiles and even the computer from the office, TV set and some of the small kitchen equipments, a couple of suits from the man’s closet, all of the designer bags and heels, all the jewellery he ever brought her and all the jewellery he owned (chains and rings) and even a few of expensive vases and art pieces that hanged on the wall. They left nothing!

“And there are no pictures left?” the detective asked the officer.

“We even questioned the visitors from yesterday's parties. No one had any pictures and one girl claimed to have clicked some but she said her phone stopped working in the morning suddenly. Some virus. Traces of the same virus were found in the security camera monitors of here and near this house and in the computer left with the message.” the officer said and detective Park raised an eyebrow, a message was new.

He went to the said laptop, apparently it won’t work but stuck on the screen it was showing. A picture of a Napkin with a kiss stain at the corner saying, It was fun but this was last. See you never!

He wondered vaguely if it was a message for him rather than the old man since he was the leader of a team made specifically to work on their case. Then he wondered if this was actually true and their last crime.

“So we again have nothing?” he asked the detective who had followed him.

“The man claims that they looked exactly like the sketches we have from the cases before just different hair? And roles too apparently. She was a lady of an old family and he was her caretaker. Names were Kim Jisoo and Im Jongin.” and Park sighed.

“Let's get going then. There's nothing more for us here.”

 ~

A week later

~

 “Can I see your passport miss?” the airhostess at the entryway asked and Byul passed hers. Kang Daeum, it read.

“And yours sir?” Seungwoo passed his passport, the name reading Jung Jihoon.

“Have a safe flight ma’am, sir.” the hostess said and bowed down and they bowed back.

The clicks of her high designer heels were loud in the silent hallway to board the plane.

“Can't believe you kept those heels.” Seungwoo muttered from beside her as she smiled at him.

“You first decided at the pawnshop that you wanted to keep the necklace.” she said, her eyes no doubt holding the teasing that Seungwoo knew was bound to come behind her sunglasses. But he would never accept he was jealous.

“I like it though. You can keep on the heels too with the necklace whenever we get to the hotel.” he said, smirking as she lowered her sunglasses to stare at him, “Only those things on you though.” he ended, her hand shooting up to hit him on the chest, ready to yell if not for being at  a public place as he chuckled.

After showing their boarding pass and settling down in the first class seats, he turned to her when she sighed, sliding down slightly in the comfortable chairs.

“Maybe you should consider dying your hair, I like this on you.” he said as he tugged at the blond wig she had on and she shrugged.

“Why not. We’re going to Bali, might as well look tropical.” she said and he laughed.

“Why not pink then?” he suggested and she smirked at him. “Only if you do blue.” and he smiled.

“Deal.”

 ~

It was late, night Seungwoo assumed since it was dark but who knows where they exactly were. All he knew was there was a vast expanse of water underneath the plane and the flight still had more than 7 hours left.

He saw on the side Byul shutting down her laptop.

“Are you tired?” he asked and she blinked at him taking out her headphones and shrugging.

“I can use some sleep.”

“I have other plans.” Seungwoo said as his hands sneaked underneath the blanket she had on her lap, squeezing her thighs as she looked at him, surprised.

“How do you feel about joining Miles high club?” 

The smile that adorned her lips said she was in, and when she got up leaving the blanket behind, asking the air hostess where the restrooms were and winking at him before leaving, Seungwoo knew he had hit the jackpot with her.

Bali would be amazing, he whispered as he got up himself.

[songficsbyrissi]

I Luv Your Girl (Erik Killmonger x Reader)

“Your Girl chose me, Don't be mad.

Kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club,

The way she rock that, got the boy in love,

And I pray that y'all ain't serious, cause seriously shes on my dick.” - The Dream

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Tory Lanez’s “Broke in a Minute” emerged from Erik’s Audi R8’s speakers as he drove to the club with 3 of his boys in the car. They’ve been talking about this club for the longest and have been bugging Erik to come with them. Erik finally took a break from his work and decided to come to the club with them.

I ain't been broke in a minute, don't get offended

Tore off the bow in a Bentley, fucking your ho in her kidney

Fuck up the city, I do not dance, I jiggy

Gun is tucked under this Fendi

I like it, I spend it, I just came right out the jeweler

The ice on my neck, and my wrist, and my fist, I ain't finished

Once Erik pulled up to the nightclub, he put his luxury vehicle in park and glanced at the sign on the front of the club.

Envy.

‘Interesting name’ he thought to himself. ‘Shit could be fun’

His boy Jason broke him out of his thoughts by shaking his shoulders from the backseat.

“Oh shitttttt! We here! I’m telling you, my nigga, this club is lit!”

“They got the finest bitches in here.” Another one named Trey who was sitting next to Jason, added.

“You won’t regret this shit, my nigga.” The one in the passenger seat next to him, Sean concluded.

Erik glanced at all of them. “I better not or y’all niggas paying me gas money.”

The men guffawed at Erik’s statement as they exited the vehicle but Erik was as serious as a heart attack. He was fine with the usual club they went to that was closer to his house and not in another city. Unlike his friends, Erik wasn’t hitting the club, desperate to find a woman to take home. He came to have fun and if a shorty caught his eye, he might fuck her in an alley or his car. He avoided taking girls home since that crazy one-night stand that wouldn’t leave that one time.

Erik shuddered at the memory. That was another reason he didn’t go to the club looking for women. Because 95% of the women in there are crazy, horny bitches and he didn’t have the time to deal with that.

Once they got inside, Erik could see his friends weren’t lying. The club was pretty live. Intoxicated and sober people dancing, drinking and having a good time. It was too soon to tell if this club was going to be a waste of time or not. The friends separated and Erik went to the bar to order a drink. He noticed a group of girls staring at him, barely being discreet and whispering amongst themselves. Someone in the group liked him but was too shy to come up to him. Erik scoffed to himself.

He hated it when women never shoot their shot. They expected him to do it all the time. The worst he could say was no. Just come up and ask. Erik knew he was looking handsome with his red v neck t-shirt, black jeans, and Bred 1s on his feet. To top it off, he was wearing gold jewelry which consisted of his gold studs, gold chain, and gold Rolex to match the gold canines in his mouth. He leaned against the bar with his drink in his hand and surveyed the area. That’s when his eyes fell on you.

A beautiful black woman with her natural hair styled in a top knot bun. You were dressed in a sexy red 2 piece bandage spaghetti body con dress. The color complimented your skin tone. You wore it with gold heels. You were matching with him and didn’t even know each other. Erik didn’t think too much into it because 1. You weren’t the only one in this club wearing red and 2. You were sitting on the lap of some man and the way his arm wrapped around your waist, he knew you were taken.

He clicked his tongue. Damn shame. You were the only girl who really caught his eye.

As Erik continued to chill at the bar and downing his drink, he kept getting the stares and looks from beautiful women who couldn’t use their words and considered the stares as them shooting their shots.

“What are you drinking?” Erik heard a woman next to him ask. He turned to see that it was you. Probably getting a drink for your man.

“It’s Henny straight. Your man don’t seem like A Henny drinker. He seems to do light.”

You glanced up at him and he expected you to have an annoyed face but you were amused instead and began to laugh.

“Fuck him. This drink ain’t for him. It’s for me.” You turned to the bartender, leaning over the counter. “Let me get Henny straight.”

Erik raised an eyebrow, observing you as you waited for your drink and once you did, you didn’t babysit it like he did. You drank it all right then and there and he was amazed. Your eyes fell on him and his drink, causing you to giggle.

“Is that one drink your child? Why you babysitting?”

Erik glanced down at his drink and back at you. “I’m DD tonight so I can’t get fucked up.”

“How responsible of you.” You responded in a flirtatious tone, closing the gap between the two of you. Erik was getting turned on. You stuck your hand out.

“I’m Y/N.”

His hand took yours, shaking it. “Erik.”

“Erik.” You repeated his name as if you were trying it out. “I like it. I like how it rolls off my tongue.”

Wow, you were a bold woman and that turned Erik on even more. You weren’t beating around the bush. You were making it clear that you wanted him and it made him want you even more.

“You got a girlfriend or anyone who would be upset that I’m talking to you, Erik?” You questioned brushing a piece of lint of his shoulder. He was astonished now. Who are you?

“Besides those girls over there that have been taking their sweet ass time to talk to me, no. I’m single. I know you’re not.”

You rolled your eyes as Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxxx began to play.

“Ooooh that’s my song! I’ll see you later, Erik.” You winked at him, grabbing your second drink and heading to the dance floor. He watched you go and dance and continued to slowly sip his drink. A man tapped Erik on the shoulder and his nostrils were flaring. It was your man. Erik thought he wanted to fight but his anger is mainly directed at you.

“My girl was over here flirting with you?” He inquired, still glaring at you on the dance floor.

Erik was stuck. He was beginning to like you and didn’t want to get you in trouble with your man but on the other hand, if he lied for you, your man was probably not going to believe him. Besides, Erik had better things to do than to get caught between a lovers’ quarrel.

“Nah man. We were just talking about drinks.” He decided to lie so he wasn’t caught in some drama. It’s like the man didn’t hear one word Erik said when he turned to him, clenching his fists.

“You know she’s just doing this shit on purpose? She just flirting with you to piss me off. Don’t take her seriously because I promise you she coming home with me.”

Your boyfriend walked back to his seat and when the song ended, you returned to the bar to chat Erik up some more. You two were in a deep, engaging conversation when Erik looked above your head to see your man glaring at you two.

“Ooh this my song! Dance with me, Erik!”

Before he could say anything, you got up from the stool you were sitting on and grinded slowly against his crotch as he held your waist going along with the rhythm. You turned around, rubbing your pelvis against him and he felt the blood rushing to a certain area of his body.

“Whine slow for me, Tic-Tock for me, Baby you drop it like that.” You sang along as you continued wining with your arms around his neck. Erik looked back to see your man still mugging you guys and put his attention back on you.

“Yo, maybe you should go back to your man. He looking mad as fuck right now.”

“Fuck that nigga.” You replied, still dancing on him.

Erik didn’t stop you. He really liked your ass. Practically loved you. When the song ended, you two returned to the bar where you ordered another drink. Erik could still feel your man burning holes through you two.

“Yo, shorty, your man....you sure you don’t want to go back to him?”

You let out a dry laugh as you stirred your drink. “Didn’t I tell you fuck that nigga?”

“Well that nigga came over here when you were on the dance floor by yourself and said you were just trying to make him jealous. You fine and all, baby girl but I ain’t letting no female use me to make their nigga mad. I’m good on that.” Erik made an effort to leave the bar when you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. You sighed deeply.

“Listen. At first, when I started talking to you, it was to piss him off, I’m not going to lie. I’ve caught this man cheating a couple times before in our relationship and I forgave him each time like a dumbass. Tonight at the club, I caught him flirting with some bitch here and I decided that two can play at that game. I picked the wrong nigga though because once I got to know you, I started to like you and I’m realizing that my relationship with Gerald has died a long time ago. We were just together for convenience at this point.”

Erik began snickering and you had no idea why. “Your nigga’s name is Gerald?”

You joined in on the laugh fest. “Yes! Do you realize how hard that was to moan out? Whenever he asked “whose pussy is this?”, I would just fake a moan. How am I going to confidently say a nigga named Gerald owns this pussy?”

Erik kept chuckling, with his hand sliding up and down your bare thigh. “You’re better off screaming out any other name.”

You smirked deviously. “Would Erik be a better name?”

A smirk grew on his face as well. “Yes it would.”

You leaned in close, pressing your lips against his and he kissed back passionately, holding the back of your neck to suck your bottom lip and your tongue.

You smiled when you broke away from the kiss. “Looks like my birthday is turning out better than I expected.”

“It’s your birthday? Well, I can make it even better if we get out of this club.” He bit his lip, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

You pulled back with a force and saw a very angry Gerald right in front of you. His back was towards you and he was facing Erik.

“Nigga, you crossed the line kissing my fucking girl!” He roared clenching his fists, ready to strike.

You pulled him back stepping between them. “I ain’t your girl! Not anymore!”

His glare softened as he looked at you. “What do you mean?”

Erik decided that he was gonna get in the drama. “Your girl chose me, baby boy! You fucked up too many times.”

You pushed Gerald away. “We’re done. Let’s go, Erik.”

Erik saw the pissed expression of Gerald’s face and held his hands up in defense, suppressing a laugh. “Your girl chose me. Don’t be mad. I’ll tell you one thing tho. Imma love her better than you did.”

Gerald took a swing at Erik but Erik dodged in time, causing your ex-boyfriend to spin and fall on the ground. He groaned in pain as everyone stared at him. Erik got in his face, cackling.

“YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! BY YOURSELF!” He held his stomach, releasing boisterous laughter and calmed down. “Ok being deadass though, I kinda feel bad. But not that bad.”

“Imma....kill...you....nigga.” Gerald groaned while turning to the side.

“Hey this ain’t my fault, playboy. She chose me and you mad as hell at me. But shit, I would be mad too.” Erik glanced at you biting his lip and you smirked in response. He turned back to your ex. “She bad as hell.”

Erik grabbed your hand, leading you out of the club when you two ran into his group of friends he came with.

“What the fuck? Nigga we’ve been here almost every weekend and never picked up a bitch and this nigga E gets one on the first try? Ain’t that some shit?” Sean commented folding his arms as the other two shook their heads.

“Watch your mouth. She ain’t no bitch.” Erik stayed and dapped his boys up. “Aight y’all, be easy. I’m out.”

“Nigga, we came here with you!” Jason exclaimed in disbelief.

“Nigga turns into Mr. Bitches and forgets about his niggas.”

“Damn I forgot.” Erik looked at you. “You cool if I drop these niggas off?”

“Of course. They’re your friends.”

“Damn I like her already!” The 3 boys left the club with you and Erik. Once Erik dropped them off, he looked at you expectedly.

“So what you wanna do, birthday girl?”

“I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” There was a hint of lust in your eyes, causing him to pull you in another kiss.

“So How about I take you back to my house and celebrate your birthday right?”

“I would love that.”

And that night was the best birthday for you and the best club experience for Erik.

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[nurseofren]

Keeping Your Promise - Chapter 21 (NSFW)

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Title: A Physical Reminder

Words: 7800

Summary: It's decided: today is the worst day to have ever existed, and it just won't end.

Warnings: Dubcon, Ruined orgasm, Torture, Body Mod, Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

ST Rambles: I've had this chapter in the back of my head for literal months and to release it after so long, to have it real and written, feels kind of surreal. For about a month or so I've been referring to this chapter as The Horrible Thing on my tumblr. It intimidated me to write something like this.

[MASTERLIST]

Stark was the contrast from this trip on the Command Shuttle from the earlier one; there was a silent alarm coursing between all that remained boarded, those who were instructed to stay put and keep the ship running so a swift escape could be made if circumstances changed. Four stormtroopers and a stand-in pilot remained with you, two men standing guard inside, two stationed at the ramp out of sight, the pilot pressing a code of buttons you didn’t have the knowledge to care about.

Sounds of battle tore into the ship, the harsh knowledge that destruction was ripping through whatever planet you were on making your chest tighter with each unknown boom or crash. The surroundings were new, though, too much foliage and scenery visible through the crimson transparisteel to be mistaken as Jakku. Taking into consideration the wooziness you’d experienced per seeing this morning’s escapades, saliva vacating your mouth at the memory of the man painted in orange fatality, you figured it would be a smarter decision to stay strapped in. This kept you from seeing the demolition ringing around you, but through the fury pigment of the windshield you saw the raw reality of crashing structures and fleeing crowds. With every scream, not knowing if they were those of the enemy – though that word meant little, if anything, at this point, your greatest foe being your very own Supreme Leader – or not, you shuddered into yourself, eyes kept strictly on your shoes while you attempted to tune it all out.

As war raged on you found yourself, once again, with too much time. Too much solitude. There was barely an effort made to keep yourself from thinking of Kylo, conflicted further with each digital reminder that time was passing too quickly. The nap you’d been woken from twenty minutes ago felt like a waste of the valuable resource. Though you knew he would have left no matter if you’d rested or not, you still felt guilty in taking a moment of peace; today was your last day with him and Snoke’s grip frayed your nerves further with each second, turmoil pooling into frigid pits while you tried to make every moment count.

While Kylo was away you found yourself watching your radar, the tip of your right index finger caressing the delicate face, tracing gently over his whereabouts. In the face of losing him you’d taken a new liking to the tech, feeling an interconnectedness even when you couldn’t see him. In some way it was a reminder that you still had around fifteen hours before you’d lose him, a tangible symbol of your dwindling hope, each patterned flash between the hours and seconds working to dim your outlook.

Far away a cascade of blaster firings sounded, tongue locking between your teeth as you strayed from imagining the lives involved. Even surrounded by catastrophe one thought was coarse in its existence as you analyzed every interaction you’d shared with Kylo this morning; after he’d told you to get dressed and ready to go, you expected, however naïvely, that he’d wait for you to gather yourself. A part of you withered when you heard the elevator leave not a second after you’d crawled out from his covers. You knew he was unaware of how crippling time was right now, but the mindless act sunk into your bones, a sucker punch to your already fracturing heart.

“So you actually saw the escape?” One of the stormtroopers spoke, regarding the one opposite him. They had been speaking for a while but only now did their conversation interest you.

“Yeah.” the second white-armored guard shifted in his stance. Though you could only see his boots you knew that this gave him pride. “One second I was just manning my station and then this TIE goes off the rails, pulling on its docking chain like I’d never seen.

“And it’s been confirmed that Ren’s prisoner was the one who stole it?”

“Ha, yeah, but the real story is how he even got the chance.”

Another crash came, neither of them bothered by the flood of screams that followed it. “Wait, I think I heard something about this before we left for Takodana. It was a pilot right? The traitor?”

“No, man. It was one of us. A soldier. A brother. Sick isn’t it?”

“But if the traitor was one of our own… how’d they escape if neither knew how to pilot a TIE?”

“Well obviously one of them did or we wouldn’t be in this mess, would we?” The one being questioned was growing tired of it.

There was a short pause between the two, neither knowing whether to bother to continue the discussion. An influx of commotion came into hearing distance; grunts, explosions, and weaponry all creating a disjunct melody of mayhem while you remained the only passenger amongst the four to notice the rising urgency growing closer with each second.

“Yeah, well,” the first said, “at least we’re not in the mess, right? Better to man the ship than to be the one defending it?”

The second soldier was no longer enjoying the other’s company, tone becoming increasingly curt. “The Captain assigned me to Ren’s detail six weeks ago. Out of nowhere. To say I’d rather get shot at out there than ever have to babysit this ship again would be an understatement.”

“Hey! It’s not that-,”

The first soldier’s recoil was barred when familiar footfalls came into earshot, heavy boots falling against the thick metal of the on-ramp stealing his words and replacing them with an interrupting chaos. For the first time since watching him leave the ship you looked up from the floor, fully anticipating his fists to be in some entanglement of rage or stress. But they weren’t. Actually, his fists were nowhere to be found, his hands too busy holding the limp body of a tatter-wearing stranger. He stood at the threshold and regarded the pilot, your only focus keeping steady at the way his gloved fingers bit into her knee, an unfounded pang of hurt skipping into your pulse as you remembered he’d held you just the same only hours prior.

“Set course for Starkiller. Instruct complete retraction to all active units. We’re done here.” Kylo was all business; cold, corporate words to match his tone before he turned toward you.

This was something you’d never planned on; seeing him with another woman, no matter how rugged and grimy she appeared, brought conflicting emotions. On one hand your first inclination was to hate her, to assume she was the enemy and that she deserved what was coming to her, to see her in the worst light as a part of you still held a hopeless claim on her captor. The other part of your brain, arguably the more logical and caring portion, felt that same bit of ill-placed fear as you had for Dameron. The news that the prisoner had escaped had brought you a peace you shouldn’t have felt, one that would be noted as treasonous just as your fear for him had been earlier. Now, that fear refreshed itself as you caught view of the girl’s lifeless face, training taking over as you took two seconds to find her chest moving at a steady pace. She was breathing. She was alive in his arms, lips parted as unconsciousness draped over her.

The engines roared beneath your feet, pitching upwards as the final crowd of passengers flooded in behind your Commander, all of them racing to strap into the chairs lining the walls, the ramp ascending and sealing the ship before it latched with a click. Kylo made no such move, his stance staying put and steady as the ship rocketed into the bright sky, the Force keeping him upright during the propulsion. He stood analyzing you as you were him, his stare evident and concentrated through the helmet, the cowl adding another layer of mystique to his already intimidating appearance. Your attention had barely left the girl, an obvious effort to not feel the jealousy you knew he would sense burning beneath your skin while he observed you.

For some reason her presence irked you, dug claws into your restraint as you fought to control your emotions. It’s not like it would matter if she was anyone important to him anyway; in a few hours you wouldn’t be, so what purpose was there in hating her? What point was there to feeling anything for him anymore if it would all be worth less than nothing by the end of the day? There was none. No point or purpose to allow this stranger any influence over you. Although the longer you stared at her, examined her through the eyes of a person and not a nurse, you lost more and more resolve towards letting her presence get to you.

A madness rose just behind your eyes, not yet seeping into your demeanor but residing just enough to keep you from caring too much about her. It was not like you to wish harm on someone, and you weren’t entirely, but, in comparing your regard towards her to that which you had for Dameron, you found yourself simmering in a state of envy. Kylo had once called you a nobody, no matter how rooted in anger it had been, but for him to treat this person, this nobody, with the gentleness he’d only shared with you this morning? You wanted to scream, wanted to rip into him every ounce of petty rage the sight was causing you.

“Officer,” Kylo said, head tilting just enough to clue you in to the warning the notion was.

The Command Shuttle left the blue atmosphere and was once more swallowed by the black of space, stars zooming past as you finally looked into his visor. Under his stare you felt your shoulders relax, let yourself breathe as you caught onto the fact that you’d been displacing your anger on the innocent girl. What you felt while looking at her was jealousy, you couldn’t dismiss that fact, but while peering into his visor, feeling his eyes so intently on yours while he kept your gaze, you realized you only felt it because of the truth that awaited you in the pressing future.

You would never be held by him in such a way after today. Never again would you feel his arms around you. This envy was rooted in the fact that you had been her, but you would soon never have the chance. And in meeting him through the mask you dissolved the feeling. What a waste of the remaining time you had with him to care about someone so foreign and superficial to your life. He was here now, even if just to set eyes on, and you were determined to keep him from observing your spiraling any further before you had to drown him in it. Neither of you deserved to feel time’s bludgeoning presence, but you settled on bearing its weight yourself, sparing him until the final moment.

“Master,” you said back, head falling against the durasteel while you allowed one full sweep over his impossible frame, careful that no hidden heads were looking your way before permitting the faintest quirk of your lips. The gesture was for him, hoping he’d be thrown off the trail of your uproar of emotions even in the slightest way.

When the docking bay came into view, the floor growing closer as the ship settled into its landing, you found it difficult not to think about how different you’d felt when leaving here this morning. After receiving the alert for the departure you’d hurriedly gotten dressed while dreading coming into contact with Kylo again, settling on the fact that it would be easier to lose your trial than to live a life with him. Another twinge of regret wrapped your lungs in jagged constraints when thinking about the time you’d wasted, though you couldn’t have known then. There was so much misery twisted into you, anger you thought belonged to your Commander, rage you’d learned had nothing to do with him.

As the engines settled and the ramp descended once more, you watched distantly as blurry white figures moved about and away from the ship. In their vacating you knew that time was wearing on, felt it wrap tighter around your heart while you listened to the unmistakable footsteps of your Master wander off into the distance. Clasping your palm around your watch you kept yourself from checking, knowing it would only frighten you in its ever-passing reality. Time had become an overwhelming factor in your knowing Kylo; it was now a catalyst to both your introduction and your severance. However devastating, you still didn’t wish to take any of it back.

After undoing your safety harness and standing from your seat you went to exit the ship, your phone buzzing at your hip just as you stood centered under the threshold. It was Mason. Another reason for the current glut of guilt accumulating in your stomach. With an anchored lip, teeth threatening to draw blood, you accepted the call and all that it entailed, half-thankful for another opportunity to delay Snoke’s task.

“Mason, look, earlier… I wasn’t. I hadn’t. I just got back from—” slowing down and taking a breath, you searched for the right phrasing that would reveal just enough to quell his impending interrogation “—I’m sorry for my outburst earlier. I haven’t been having the best day. Work stuff, you know.”

“I do know, young officer.”

Frozen in place, blood turning to ice, your eyes fell from focus and you stumbled left towards the support of the hatch’s frame. The slithered, malicious tone was engrained into your soul, its sound now too familiar and fatal to be mistaken. Snoke sounded far away, voice too echoed for him to be holding whatever contact device he was using. Panic planted new thorns in your stomach at the realization that Snoke was calling from Mason’s phone.

“If he’s already dead you have nothing to bargain.”

A low roll of what sounded like tainted amusement rattled through the electronic frequency. “Don’t worry, here he is now.” A muffled shriek sent your hand away from your ear, agony ripping through Mason, his face vivid in memory of the first time you’d heard him like this.

“I haven’t gone against you!” Spit sprayed as you spoke through gnashed teeth, Mason’s cries turning into distant groans. “Let him go or the offer-,”

“The offer isn’t yours to bargain, stupid girl.”

“The stupid girl found a loophole in your plan, didn’t she?”

Another stream of cries filtered through the phone, hand clasping around the hard edges of the threshold. “For some reason I believed you held this physician to a higher esteem,” Mason pleaded your name in a thrashing tumble of suffering, “my mistake.”

Mason only grew louder as Snoke paused to let you hear him, to let you listen to your own doing. You knew what Snoke wanted and how to make him stop, your eyes closing in defeat while you swallowed what remained of your resolve.

“Tell me what you want, just stop hurting him.” Life left your voice, failure and shame prickling into your eyes.

“The only thing that’s changed is the timetable I offered. Your little stunt has worked against you.”

“When? How much time do I have?” A stray tear fled salty over your tongue, teeth trapping your quivering lip.

“You have exactly sixty minutes to keep your end of the deal. Consequently, that’s the same time your friend will cease to exist should you fail.” There was a cruel amount of pleasure and matter-of-factness coiled into the mention of your failure.

“I don’t know where he is, and I doubt he wants to be interrupted with whatever he’s doing.” The stranger’s face passed momentarily through your mind, imagining she had the same fate as the prisoner.

“For your friend’s sake, as you’ve offered no notion that you care for your own life, I suggest you find him.”

“You’re sick, you know that right? Doing this? Hurting him this way?” Your watch read a quarter till nine, steps leading you mindlessly down the ramp and into the bustling Elite center.

“Maybe. Though, I’m not the one hurting him, am I?”

Hauntingly low laughter overlapped with your frustrated growl, feet stomping in no particular direction as you scanned the room. “Fifty-nine minutes now, officer. I’ll be expecting your call, though I am sure I will know when you have completed your task.”

The call ended before you had the chance to scream at him, though it would’ve attracted more attention than you wanted right now. Shoving your phone back into your front pocket, the seams nearly busting at the force, you threaded both your hands into your hair, clutching at your scalp as you walked in circles in an aimless attempt to find Kylo, not remembering which direction he’d gone when he’d left the ship.

The only place it made sense for him to be would be in an interrogation room, but you didn’t know where those were on Starkiller. Anxiety rippled in hot waves down your spine, pulse quickening as you looked down to find you’d spent two minutes pacing about in indiscriminate paths.

Realization hit you. “Okay, I deserve to die for being this fucking stupid!” Holding your left wrist up you watched the radar grow and shrink in distance, making a few confusing laps until you found the direction which indicated you were heading in his direction. The watch had only been a hinderance until today, and you were finally using the advantage it offered.

Racing past the faceless soldiers, looking side to side as they observed you with confusion, you kept focus on the red radar, feet moving faster the closer you moved towards him, not paying attention to where your legs were leading you. A few stormtroopers tried to chastise you, yelling for your attention as you ran past them. But you could hardly hear them over your fumbling thoughts, trying to piece together a believable performance to try and convince Kylo you wanted to quit.

Every phrase that came to mind met you with a crippling sense of fraudulence. Your time with him this morning, the purposeful portion you’d taken to be with him before it was too late, was now backfiring. How could he believe something that would so blatantly sound like a lie? There could be no conviction when there was no truth to prove in the first place. Why had you done this? Even if he did believe you, you’d cause more pain than you intended just by allowing him to come so close to your heart, to see in your eyes and hear in your praises how much he meant to you.

He knew the real truth, felt it as your tears streaked down his back, though now you felt exceedingly grateful you hadn’t verbalized the depth of it. In all of this you had to remind yourself that you weren’t the villain, that you were protecting your friend and saving your career, but it was impossible to see it that way when guilt tugged at each stride. With each pace you questioned your speed, conflict obvious in understanding you were on a timer while also acknowledging you were running headfirst into heartbreak, catalyzing the inevitable with each new hallway you turned down.

This would be the worst thing you’d ever do, no matter if you died today or next week or in a hundred years. To hurt another person – chest tight when remembering you’d so often questioned Kylo’s humanity in the beginning – so entirely was in complete opposition with who you had become; your position was to heal him and provide a sense of safety to aid in that process. Now, as you started down a heavily populated hall with display screens mounted above each doorway, you found yourself running to do the exact opposite, racing to harm him and steal the security he’d entrusted you to offer.

Two stormtroopers stood guard at one of the doors to your right, blasters at the ready while their voices became clearer with each distance-stealing stride.

“Dude, I’m just saying it’s not that bad being assigned to Ren’s detail. Actually, I’m glad the other guy got booted, he seemed… off to me. Like he didn’t-,”

“Okay! I get it! I don’t want to hear about-,”

The two men stopped talking when your hands met your knees while you fought to catch your breath, sloppily checking your watch and finding you had fifty minutes before the clock ran out. Swallowing, gulping for air, you pleaded with them in harsh, simplified requests.

“Mas- Commander. Ren. Where. Now. Tell me.”

Coming up from your knees and wiping your forehead you saw them look at each other, considering you in the current state of chaos in which you resided. Staring between them and your watch, you grew impatient.

“Seriously. I need to speak with him. Now!” Desperation cracked your voice, heart torn between saving Mason or sparing Kylo, each holding an equal portion of it.

The first one, the talkative one, began to speak, his automated voice fading just as quickly as it had come before both of their heads turned to their lefts. They quickly stood to a higher degree of attention, the action bringing you a heady sense of déjà vu from graduation. Solace and suffering struck you as your pounding head stopped to listen for the approaching footsteps, contradiction dizzying you before you turned to face him.

He was still masked but the cowl was resting in a collection over his shoulders, hands relaxed at his sides as he stepped closer. You didn’t know what to say. Nothing came to mind as you stared pleadingly into his visor, wishing that somehow he could hear your thoughts instead of just feel your nerves.

“I need to-,”

“Speak with me. I heard.” His words were clipped, the stress of the day sinking into his tone.

“Okay, well I have to-,”

“You’ll have to wait, I have more pressing matters to attend to.”

The door between the soldiers hissed open before Kylo stepped to enter into the room, your heart heightening to an unimaginable pace as indecision and time stabbed into your lungs. A flash of time, a flicker of Mason’s face, an echo of his screams – all these things amplified in your mind in a split second. This was it. It was now or never. No more waiting, no more delays. Despite every effort, you had to accept the truth: Mason would die if you failed Snoke, but Kylo would live regardless.

“I quit.” Quick, short, and loud was the statement, tight fists balling at your hips while your eyes shut in defense.

The hall lulled in its buzz, voices hesitating as you felt the eyes of countless strangers fall on every part of you. To match their vacant voices was the sudden disappearance of any footsteps. In your purposeful blindness, you knew the words had stopped Kylo in his path.

Swallowing, taking a slow, superficial breath, you looked at him. His body was half turned toward you now, fingers flexing apart and then winding together. With every word you began to drive the knife deeper into his soul. The blade was double edged, though. “I ha… I have to quit. I’m quitting.”

The onlookers went back to their business after five silent seconds, their own worlds still spinning no matter if yours was soon to be thrown off its axis. Kylo turned so his whole body faced you now, slow, harrowing steps carrying him closer. The helmet at his shoulders was an eternal hinderance. Even when his face was visible you struggled to get a sense of what he was feeling. But you could only assume, could only anticipate, there was a new foundation of confusion or doubt moving the tiny muscles of his face.

“Officer, we will discuss your employment later. For now I advise you to return to your residence.”

“There is no later. I ha…” No matter how many times you attempted to say the three words, the second would always falter before completion. “I’m done. I’m quitting.” Your eyes hit the floor, reflection mocking you in your pitiful attempt towards conviction. “I quit.”

Kylo’s vocoder crackled out a huff of exasperation. His head turned to address the two men standing guard at the door, a hiss sounding as it latched shut again. “Remain here until I return. Update me if the Scavenger’s status changes.” His visor returned to you, staring for a moment too long before he walked past you with the silent expectation that you were to follow.

Passing down two more hallways, taking one left turn and a right, you grew in terror with every stride, noting the diminishing timeframe at your wrist every ten seconds. There were far less people in the first hall, and none in the second. A door came into view, its frame fortified and industrial, the display screen above it turned off – or dead, as the surroundings appeared to be that of a decommissioned sector. With a harsher than normal sound, it slid to the left to allow entry, Kylo stopping just before he entered to allow you past him. He was analyzing you, undoubtably, and you coveted his ability to keep his intentions hidden so well.

Soft, cautious steps filled the quiet of the dank room, the overhead light flickering when it came to life, a fluorescent buzz adding to the symphony of silence. In the center was the same apparatus that Dameron had been positioned on, this one much less agile looking, its fixtures outdated and dust-covered. Neglect was evident in the way the entrance shrieked shut at your back. With elbows bent and fingers locking together just below your ribs, you kept your face from him, keeping a watch on the time. You needed to do this, but how?

Kylo was a predator when he needed to be; watching he prey from a distance, keeping his steps light and thoughtful, getting just close enough so you weren’t entirely sure how near he was behind you. Though, currently, you felt more like the hunter; alone with him you waited to strike on an unsuspecting victim, not entirely planned or strategical, but nevertheless predacious.

He wasn’t talking. And you couldn’t bring yourself to say the horrible things Snoke had instructed. You were at a standstill, not knowing how to move next, not wanting to move at all. But you had to, you knew this; the absence of a path that offered peace for either party was the foundation for your hesitance. When you left here, the only person to benefit would be Mason; a third party you so desperately regretted roping into this.

His draught of words charged your nerves; he didn’t know what he was waiting to hear, he couldn’t know – that was the fact that made this all so terrible. The pain you were feeling was the same you were meant to poison him with; it was purposeful and calculated and cruel, just like its perpetrator. But you were the messenger, and to be killed would be preferred to the latter of delivering words you knew bore the explicit and extensive intention to harm their recipient.

“I quit.” No other words would form. None that wouldn’t sting anyway, so you just kept repeating the two, hoping you’d finally accept them or find some inkling of truth in their outward expression.

“I heard you the first three times. I just don’t know why you’d say it at all.”

He was asking for the falsehoods you were avoiding speaking, simultaneously stalling them and trying to gather the will to say them. This would hurt him no matter what. Time would only run out and harm both of the people you loved if you didn’t do this. Sparing one for the other felt hopeless. It was.

“I hate you.” Three flat syllables fell in pattern, their existence stoic and empty.

A static cloud of incredulous amusement left him. “No you don’t.”

Turning in sloth, you leveled your features, bluffed stoicism crowding your eyes in hopes it’d form your own mask. Unblinkingly you stared into his visor, trying not to bite at your cheek, hands coming down to relax at your sides. “Why wouldn’t I? I have every reason and right to.”

Leather squeaked out of sight; it appeared your façade was working. “Maybe you should. You don’t, though. You don’t even want to.”

“You can’t tell me what I feel. I hate you.” Each repetition was an attempt toward belief.

“Fine,” Kylo said, challenge evident in his tone while he took a step forward, your ankles catching on the bottom of the angled table. “The least you could do is try and prove it, as it is nowhere to be found in either your words or your presence.”

“I don’t have to prove anything.” There was an arsenal you could draw from, weaponized sentences that would floor him, that you knew could convince him. All of it had been true, or remains true, but you didn’t want to use any of it. He didn’t deserve this at all. It was excruciatingly unfair.

“You aren’t ignorant to the fact I can feel everything you do. Why are you lying to me?” He was growing increasingly frustrated.

“What would I gain from lying to you, Kylo?” Only the life of your closest friend, but that’s all. “Have you considered I’m just now telling you the full truth?”

“I don’t consider absurdity,” your name gritted through the vocoder.

“What is so absurd about me hating you?” Shifting barely, you grappled for the wrist restraints for support, steadying yourself, looking up to him through two masks, only one hidden. “You’ve only ever hurt me. The only nice thing you’ve ever done for me is have that termination notice signed and ready to go.” Each word was a dagger to your own heart, no matter if he was convinced yet.

A pointed indication that your coaxing was working, however ashamedly, was obvious in his statuesque stature. Kylo was crowding you, your chin grazing his chest with each brusque breath he took. This was torture; this was true agony, wrathful and writhing as it thrashed against your soul.

Everything in you was adamant in its desire for him to keep his face hidden; the last thing you wanted was to see his expression right now, to watch all you’d built with him tear down in seconds.

“I signed that as a requisite to your assignment. Should it have been necessary it would’ve been available for your immediate termination.”

“My immediate termination,” you recoiled, taking in stride his answers to avoid hurting him. Angering him was an easier route. “Ever since the beginning you’ve doubted me, I swear.”

“It’s never been necessary!” He was beginning to believe you. In your chest you felt your heart splinter.

He took another step forward, bumping you back onto the table, feet catching on the ledge as two metal restraints came over your ankles, eyes wide and flat while you drowned in the immensity of his presence.

“What? Are you gonna hurt me again? Strap me in and torture me because I don’t want to be here anymore? That will only make me hate you more, Kylo.” You swallowed, locking your tongue to the roof of your mouth to keep your chin from betraying your true feelings.

“You don’t hate me!”

“Yes I do!”

In a storm of black, his arms flung upward and tore the helmet from his head, throwing it so it crashed with a riot of fury against the wall, a dent no doubt left in its wake. Two gloved hands came warm and quick over your cheeks, pulling you into his face and drawing you to his lips. There was need obvious in his attack, his fingers quite literally locking you to him. He caught you off guard, your mouth moaning with his same fervor in the first half second of connection. But you couldn’t do this, allowing it would only cause him more pain.

“Kylo, no,” your hands twisted bruises into his wrists while you tried to pull him away, trying and failing to ignore the etherealness his touch inspired. “We can’t- I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why not?” His body pressed into yours, the angle of the table allowing you to feel his weight, relish in his size. He wasn’t listening to your direction, completely lost to his own agenda to convince you of what you already knew.

“Because I don’t want to.” He felt so good, home and comfort blatant in the effort it took to pull away.

“Really?” One of his hands clutched into your hair while the other raced to lift your skirt, dipping into your panties and pushing two fingers into your slit with ease. “You’re lying!” He growled, his hand’s presence forcing another moan, pleasure twisted in your core when an accidental buck dragged his fingers closer to your entrance.

“You disgust me!” Insults were your next line of defense, petty and pointless as they were.

Kylo grunted, the seams of his gloves teasing your core. “I disgust you, huh?” The thick digits hooked into you, a shudder of breath coming with their arrival. “Is it how I can make you cum harder than anyone you’ve ever been with?” The firm pad of his thumb found your clit, raised and ready, and he began winding into it, bolts of seething joy igniting as he brushed over it repeatedly. “Disgusting how you’ve never wanted anything more than this—” his tongue slid onto yours, nose panting gusts of lust onto your cheek while his fingers began pumping into you –” how you need it? Those were your words right? Earlier?”

He wasn’t fighting fair, and you supposed you weren’t either, but you were the one with the hidden agenda. Kylo was bearing it all while you worked to conceal the pain it brought you to tell him these things, the way every second brought you closer to saying the words you knew would tear through him just as they had done to you.

“You’re so fu-full of yourself—” your head glittered while you sunk into the grip of the climax you felt coming, teeth clamping together and blocking his tongue from yours. “How would you even know if you were the best I’ve had? Take a look in my head, I’m begging you to find you’re wrong!” It was a way of pleading for him to go digging so he could see Snoke, half hoping he could at all when you remembered Snoke’s act of torture when you first stepped before him.

Kylo had tunnel vision, lips pressing into your jaw when he couldn’t lust after your tongue, fingers working you faster, harder, knuckles skating in and out with a delicious friction. Release stuck in your throat and burgeoned in your belly, an unmistakable glow festering into fruition.

“Why should I waste my time when all I’d find is how you think endlessly about every encounter we’ve shared?” His cockiness almost brought a smile to your face, and you were sure he could feel that strike of glee that encouraged it. “You’re going to cum for me like the slut you are—” it was chaotic, the spiral of pleasure he was twisting into you, your nerves shining for him with every purposeful movement of his hand “—and then you’re going to go to your residence and wait for me—” a falter of reluctant, stifled groans fell unbidden from your agape mouth “—so when I get there I can give you the time needed to drill into you—” he sucked at your collar bone, canines biting into the taut skin and your back arched into him “—that I know you, I feel you, and you’re an awful. Fucking. Liar!”

Holding on by the last thread of resolve, you gasped and gulped. “You ruined my life.” He wasn’t going to allow you to do this without hurting him. “You nearly killed my friend. You took my free will.” All of this was forced through a tight jaw, your hands prying him from your neck so you could stare into him with the power you needed to strike him down.

Looking deep into his eyes, savagery etched into his visage, you brought his face closer so his nose nearly touched yours. Sweat was dripping down your forehead, slipping beneath your thighs on the now slick metal, your throat swallowing back spit while you sharpened the daggers you were about to send through him. Maybe not entirely conscious of it, his hand slowed, your release faltering and diminishing while you stared through him.

With the flattest possible expression, focus fuzzing purposely as to not see the damage you were about to cause, you held him entirely with just your eyes. There was something you couldn’t place just below the surface, its presence aching and sharp while you watched his lips attempt to mimic the stoicism of your own. Nearly imperceptibly, his chin was quaking; unsure if it was from a stressed jaw or from that sharp emotion stabbing into you, your blurred vision caught the red face of your watch in its periphery. Time was draining. This was it.

“Kylo,” you began, your other hand reaching to clasp around his forearm, knowing hearing his name would make the cut deeper. Permanent. “There is nothing you can do, or say, or force that will ever change the fact that I hate your very existence.” You swallowed, hoping your fear felt more like rage. “Everything you do – killing innocents, hurting the people I love, stealing my free will – and everything you are is a wretched scar on my life.”

Every single sentence went right through his back and stabbed through to your heart. It was miraculous, yet disturbing, how your voice had fallen into winter so easily. Guilt broke past the levy of your soul, heart turning to ash while you observed every bit of light fade from his eyes. “I said earlier I wouldn’t forgive you. That was the lie. I can’t.” Maybe the tears forming would be masked by the sweat he’d inspired.

The next words would be the harshest, the conclusion to everything. He’d called you on it earlier, but now it would be agonizingly true: you were lying to him. “Ever since you came into my life, every day I have wished, hoped, begged that I never met you. Pleaded that the infamous Kylo Ren was a stranger, and I suppose I partially got what I wanted. You have never been more of a stranger than right now.” Another break before your final statement shattered all you’d come to know for the past three months. This would be the act to secure Mason’s life.

Dropping your hands from his neck and forearm, he remained in place, his own hand having left you completely now, his eyes nearing the vacancy of his touch. With a whisper, you completed your task. “You are an irredeemable bastard, Commander Ren, and I want nothing more than to forget you exist.”

Hollow were the eyes which mirrored each other, emptiness enveloping him just as it had you. A transaction of turmoil. An exchange of hearts as Kylo’s had stopped while Mason’s would beat on. Through two razed pupils you felt his soul shrink into him, saw the man you loved shatter into dust.

Nothingness equipped him with a lifeless gaze, a flat voice, and a crushing shadow of decimation. “I trusted you.”

And to tie it all up with a gnarled, muddied, tattered bow. “I never asked you to.”

The walls you’d just laid foundation for were audible in their construction, flagrant over his face as he backed away, eyes proximal in the physical sense yet entirely distant in their expression. You didn’t know what to do, unsure if to leave him here or to wait for him to leave first. Venom burned at the ashes in your chest, starving you of air and shattering your temporary mask with each dead measure of time.

Pushing up from the metal, you looked down to your ankles, still bound to the table as you were in shame. There were no words you could think to say, nothing you could do to remedy this level of severity. In the second you’d stolen to look down, Kylo Ren’s eyes had returned to that of the person you’d met the time he’d taken your will. It chilled you, and while watching him, forgetting to move, you found you no longer could.

All at once your head crashed back into the metal, your arms flew outward, and every restraint – a pummel of metal over your forehead, a bite into your wrists, and a reinforcing clobber over your ankles – latched with a shroud of metallic shrieks. Along with the physical detention, a familiar, compressing weight came to reside over your chest, every breath you took barely life sustaining.

“You can leave here. You can quit—” stalking steps approached, eyes peering around to find him in your periphery “—but you will never forget me.” Kylo Ren loomed over you now, death salient in his eyes. “I won’t allow it.”

The white stone of his face drowned in a haze of brilliant red, the familiar frequency stunning your ears and stabbing your skin with the rippling rage its presence promised. Parted lips permitted a tired wince, desolate eyes staring into your own, skipping down your chest, and landing on a region unknown to you.

“Let this serve as a physical reminder of all you’ve vocalized here.”

Blinded in silent fury, his visage remained vacant. Out of sight, a gloved hand smoothed your skirt onto your abdomen, an emblazoned heat quickly replacing it with burning wrath. Bile rose in your throat, your eyes clasping shut in defense; no matter if you couldn’t see, the darkness offered by lidded eyes worked to take you from reality, knowing there was nothing you could do or say or scream that would convince the sadistic stranger to spare you.

Accepting fate, you shredded your teeth into your lips, staggering broken wails through a muting muzzel as the plasma blade made first contact with the skin of your upper left thigh. Sweat beaded as more muted shrieks shattered in your throat, the weapon passing down once and lifting. In the time it was away from your skin, not ripping into you with the deflected pain of its brandisher, you took in a series of deep breaths and lifted your lids. The Kylo you loved was nowhere to be found, and you knew and accepted that he never would be again, watching him concentrate with a creased brow just as the plasma bit another line, seemingly perpendicular to the first. There was no reaction to your hummed howls, still not allowing yourself to scream your pain into existence, not ready to accept why when his face peered back up to yours.

The absence of the chrome-slat helmet disadvantaged him in no way; the devoid person who had earlier removed it had formed a new mask, one fueled by the frenzy you’d fabricated from phony truths and forced rejection. Looking between your eyes, a stranded soul stared down to you as one more burning strike lit into your skin, a mirror of the second as it dragged down just slightly from its starting point.

A suggestion of a snarl bit at his upper lip as his face returned to its original state of smooth, flecked marble. The restraints unlocked and sheathed themselves back into their original hidden state, the exit opening behind his shoulder. “Leave.”

Fire pooled in your leg, chin trembling while absorbing every inclination to express the suffering that singed into you. With heaving breaths you smelled your injured flesh, nauseated and dizzy thinking about the pattern he’d etched. You didn’t want to scream at him, didn’t feel like saying anything at all, really. There was something shameful barring you from expressing any, or any more, cruelty toward him, keeping you from hating him for the hurt he’d wrought.

No verbalized goodbye would ever be enough to undo what had gone on in this room. Gingerly, you stepped off from the apparatus with the unaffected leg, dragging your shoe from the ledge until it fell flat next to the other. Swallowing, you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, taking one final look at the mess you’d made, shuddering away before he could see the tears stinging to life. In an effort to keep from stressing the muscle beneath the branded tissue, not taking a moment to examine it yet, you kept the injured leg tensed, hobbling into the hall and away from Kylo Ren.

When you took your final step out of the second hall he’d led you down, you hopped against the wall, finding you’d met your timeframe. Ten minutes remained. A cruel thought of overachievement panged at your temple as you reached for your phone, panting through heavy, hot streams of hurt.

The line barely finished the first ring, your mouth starting a sentence only to be interrupted by the sinister slithering of Snoke’s cadence. “You’ve proven more honorable than I previously credited you for, young officer.”

“Fuck you.”

“Ah, well. Always the charmer, aren’t you?”

“Mason. Where is he?”

“I’m a man of my word,” Snoke said, an obvious twisted grin in his words. “When I felt the death of your connection – which, I am truly impressed at how completely eviscerated it is – I dismissed the Physician. I have no use for him if he’s dead, after all.”

The most insignificant spark of relief lit and died in the same breath. “The deal, then? My trial?”

“We’ll see, won’t we?”

“No. No! You promise me or i-,”

“A pleasure doing business with you, miss,” the way he swirled around your last name made you want to erase it entirely.

The line went dead, your screen went black, and your blood turned cold. With a jolt of unadulterated and uncontained wrath – for yourself, for Snoke, for all of it – you chucked the device into the floor. Not checking if the screen had already cracked, you stomped on it once, twice, three, four times as a collection of the screams you’d accumulated grated against your throat.

Only when you stumbled against the wall, your leg stinging against its injury, did you stop your tantrum. Maybe tantrum was the wrong word. This display of frustration had been earned and was not that of an errant child who couldn’t have her way. Though, you didn’t get what you wanted, and you knew you never could the second you stepped into that room.

With this knowledge and an unsteady gait, you stuck close to the walls while you began your venture back to your residence. With each step you shattered more, a trail of broken hopes and severed ties following in your path, a shadow of their own looming from the depths of the disheartened soul it sprung from.

[pink-imagines]

angel on earth

part 3

request: Bakugou holds auditions for a new lead singer for the BakuBand and the reader auditions and he’s mesmerised by her voice? Idk, I’m awful at requesting, sorry. ❤️ Love everything you do, don’t stress, and have a good day!

a/n: spoiler alert: Aito is an asshole. also can you tell how much i love hozier?

warnings: a possessive boyfriend

masterlist

part 1 | part 2

Why...? Why her? How could I ever get to her level? Why do I give away my heart so easily?

-

Katsuki woke up that day well rested. It was finally Tuesday. He was going to meet her again. Why was he so excited? She was just the new band member... no, he didn’t know if she’d be the new band member... but what was the possibility that she wouldn’t be? Eijiro liked her, he talked very highly of her even... Mina would love to have another girl in the band. He wasn’t too sure about Sero and Denki but he was sure that they wouldn’t exactly dislike her.

He shook away the thoughts that were intruding his mind and started getting dressed. Black jeans, should be formal enough without looking like he was actually trying to be formal, and a normal white t-shirt. He threw on a a red sweatshirt and over that his ripped jean jacket to keep warm. He put on the chain with a ring threaded on it, which he had recieved from a fan on his first big concert, and the black leather boots he always wore.

Why was he nervous? He never got nervous! Not even on stage! Katsuki tried to shrug it off and walked out of his apartment.

-

“So... how do I look?”, you turned to Aito. You had put on your new sundress that you paired with your cute vintage heels. 

“Weren’t you wearing that for later tonight?”, he asked.

“Yeah... but I thought I could wear it now too, so that I wouldn’t have to change later...”, you muttered carefully.

“I don’t know... how many guys are in that band?”, he sounded doubtfull.

“Aito, you know that I wouldn’t-”

“Yeah, I know but... do it for me, sweetheart? I’m just asking you to put some more clothes on. You don’t want them to think of you in a bad way, right?”, he gently held your upper arms in his hands.

“No, but-”

“I think it would just be better if you just wore those nice jeans that you have.”, Aito pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head, “You can change when you get home.”

“Aito I don’t know when I’ll get home... I probably won’t have time to change...”, you sighed, “Can’t we eat out tomorrow?”

“Fine...”, he let out a disappointed sigh, “I’ll call into the restaurant again then...”

You changed into the mom-jeans and a nice blouse that you tucked into the jeans.

“Do you think the shoes would fit this outfit?”, you asked Aito and motioned to the vintage heels.

“Yeah, totally.”, he looked at your disappointed expression, “Baby... don’t be sad... here, I’ll let you wear my leather jacket.”

He wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and you gave him a slight smile before you put on your heels.

-

He saw her as soon as she walked into the restaurant. Did she get more beautiful everyday? As soon as Eijiro saw Katsuki’s fogged up gaze, he realized that Y/N had gotten there. Eijiro looked around before seeing her.

“Hey, Y/N!”, he exclaimed and got up from his chair to shake her hand.

“Hi, how are you?”, she asked sweetly and took his hand.

“I’m great, how are you?”, he asked with a smile. In this way, Katsuki envied Kirishima. He was laid back, could talk to anyone and the fact that he was talking to her in that manner... it just got worse.

“So, guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Denki, Mina and Sero.”, Kirishima said, “And you know Katsuki, of course.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!”, Mina giggled, stood up from her chair and engulfed Y/N in a tight hug, “It’ll be so nice to have another girl in the band!”

He watched the two interacting. This was a very good idea.

-

As soon as conversation started picking up you were immediately comfortable. It was so natural for all of you, especially with Katsuki. You couldn’t think of any time when you’ve felt the same way... not even with Aito.

Katsuki didn’t say much, but you still felt comfortable and like you could really be yourself.

“Where’d you get your jacket Y/N? I’m in love with it!”, Mina exclaimed and felt the leather material.

“My boyfriend bought it in a second hand shop, actually!”, you smiled. Suddenly there was a tension. Katsuki looked out the window, suddenly even more quiet.

“Oh, really!”, Mina tried to keep the mood going, “It’s in really good shape for being second hand, he has good taste!”

“Thank you.”, you smiled.

-

Of course she had a boyfriend, why would he even think anything else? She’s beautiful, kind, funny... and actual angel. You’d think someone as perfect as her would have a partner already.

It didn’t matter, she’d still get a place in Crimson Crypt. She was still an amazing singer, and the fact that she was in a relationship shouldn’t change that. Nevertheless, Katsuki was a little bit heartbroken. What if he had made a move on her that day in the café instead of writing a goddamn song? Who does that? He was such an idiot!

Play it cool, Katsuki..., he thought before gathering himself quickly.

He couldn’t believe that he was relieved when the dinner was over. Still, it was hard to see her go... and meet up with her boyfriend down the street. Aito, was it? Katsuki didn’t like the way he wrapped his arm around her waist protectivley, or the way he kissed her temple softly... he didn’t like him at all, that’s it.

“I don’t like him...”, Katsuki mumbled.

“Well, that’s just ‘cause you like her!”, Denki laughed.

“Oi! Shut up!”, Katsuki yelled at him. The rest of the group laughed, but Katsuki stole one last glance at her. There was love in the way she kissed him, for sure... but it was forced as fuck.

-

Once home, you took of your make up and got ready for bed.

“So, you got the gig?”, Aito asked as he started brushing his teeth.

“Sure did!”, you grinned, “Better start dressing like a rock star now, huh?”

“No... it’s not your style.”, he commented.

“Aito, it was a joke.”, you sighed, “... but I think that I can pull it off...” He shrugged and kept on brushing his teeth.

“Are you still mad about the dinner reservation, Aito?”, you frowned at him in the mirror.

“No, it’s fine.”, he muttered, “I’m going to bed...”

The very next day Aito was already gone when you woke up. Even though he was an art student he had a weird schedule, but today you didn’t mind. It had been awkward since last night and you just wanted to be alone for a while.

You got a text, so you managed to roll out of bed and take it. The bright screen made your eyes sting, but once you got used to it you could see the time. It was already 10 am. The text was from Katsuki...

‘Hey, are you free for today?’, it said. You didn’t know why, but your heart fluttered... even for just a second.

-

Maybe he shouldn’t have sent it... was it weird? He saw her yesterday, was today too much?

‘yeah, sure! did you have anything in mind? :)’, she answered quickly. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. It wasn’t weird... but maybe she was just being polite? God dammit! Stop thinking, just do!

‘Coffee and maybe we could practice a bit. I don’t know if it was obvious, but you made it into the band.’, he texted back.

‘sounds great! text me a time and place, i’ll get ready as soon as possible!:)’, Y/N answered immediately again.

She still looked gorgeous. Fuck, why was this happening to him? As soon as she saw him she smiled so brightly and waved before jogging up to him.

“Hi! How are you?”, she grinned.

“I’m alright, you doing okay?”, he asked and tried to keep his concern out of his tone. From what he saw last night, he didn’t really like Y/N’s boyfriend, Aito. Katsuki thought about it for a long time and it wasn’t about the fact that he might have a tiny crush on her. He got a genuine bad gut feeling from him.

“Yeah, I just got to bed a bit late last night!”, she let out a breathy laugh, “So, where did you want to go?”

He couldn’t convince her to let him buy her coffee, but that was alright as long as she was happy. They walked around town in silence, letting their paper cups warm up their cold hands.

“Would you mind going to my place to practice? We usually have a studio but I couldn’t get a hold of our manager today.”, he asked out of the blue.

“I don’t mind at all!”, she smiled so pretty again. He was about to add something when a group of younger girls ran up to the two and stopped their peaceful walk.

“Oh my god! Are you Katsuki Bakugo from Crimson Crypt?”, one of them asked gleefully.

“That’s me, yeah.”, he nodded.

“Could we get a picture?”, another girl asked.

“I...”, he looked over at you to see if Y/N was uncomfortable. The contrary, she was smiling... almost in an excited way. She noticed him looking.

“It’s fine, I can take it if you all want to be in it!”, she said happily to the girls. They gave her a phone and waited until the group surrounded Katsuki before she took a picture.

“Here you go!”, Y/N handed back the phone to the girls.

“Thank you so much!”, on of the girls said, “You guys make such a cute couple!” Katsuki’s heart stopped. Did she really just say couple? Did they look like a couple?

He looked over at you. Was it the cold that made you look so flustered? Before any of you could explain anything the girls had moved on.

“I don’t usually get stopped, sorry about that...”, Katsuki muttered, “I wasn’t prepared to be recognized without the rest of the band.”

“It’s fine! I think you handled it well.”, her cheeks were shaded all shades of pink.

-

Katsuki’s apartment was really nice, but not that big. You forgot that even though Crimson Crypt was pretty famous, that didn’t mean he made a lot of money. Even so, this apartment definietly wasn’t cheap and neither was the furniture. You could tell by the big, brown, leather, couch in the livingroom.

“Wow, this is so nice... I love you’re decorating!”, you smiled and looked around the room.

“Mina helped me with a lot, I just told her what I liked.”, he shrugged.

“I didn’t take you for a plant person.”, you glanced on every plant in the room around you. There had to be at least seventeen.

“Their easy to manage, so there’s no real work really.”, he chuckled and walked into his bedroom. The walls were covered with bookshelves, filled with books and a few plants. His bed was big and seemed very soft and had very clean white sheets. By the looks of it, Katsuki was a bit of a perfectionist. Before you could tease him about it, though, he had picked up an acoustic and sat down in a hammock with it.

“Make yourself at home.”, he started tuning the guitar. You looked around for a place to sit and found a plush armchair. You sat down and pulled your legs up in the way too big chair for one person.

“Could you play me something?”, you ask out of the blue. He looked up at you, his eyes locked with yours. There was a moment where you felt like you had your head in the clouds, and all other sound was blocked out. He tore his gaze away from you by blinking.

“Yeah, sure.”. he said and started strumming on the guitar. You recognized the melody to be Cherry Wine by Hozier. Hadn’t you mentioned that song yesterday? The thought that he would remember that made your heart flutter again.

No, stop thinking about that. You have a boyfriend.

Instead of letting your thoughts get to you, you hummed along with his singing and closed your eyes. 

“The way she tells me I’m hers and she’s mine. Open hand or closed fist would be fine.The blood is red and sweet like cherry wine.”, Katsuki sang softly and you felt chills creeping up your back.

His voice captured your thoughts and every word had you on edge, even though you knew the lyrics. He had somehow manage to make you forget all the words with his voice.

Once he stopped you kept your eyes closed.

“You’re very good.”, you grinned, “Like... really good.”

-

Did she notice that he played Cherry Wine because of her? He would be lying if he said that he didn’t learn the chords to that yesterday after the dinner.

“I’m nothing compared to you though.”, he chuckled lightly and put down his guitar.

“Are you kidding?”, she laughed and it sounded so heavenly, “You’re voice is so cool! It’s soft but still has that rasp to it, and it sounds so natural too!”

If he could tell her that she sounds like the goddess Aphrodite herself, he would. He would tell her that every day if he could wake up next to her. Oh, to wake up next to her eyelashes fluttering open to let him drown in the universe of her irises. To hear her voice as she whispered out goodmorning and to kiss her soft lips with a feather like touch. But he couldn’t tell her that.

“Tch, whatever you say.”, he said, but his neutral tone didn’t match the slight warm smile that played on his lips.

[vincess-princess]

ex malo bonum

Chapter 5.

Word count: 3391 Warnings: self-harm, suicide attempt Author’s note: it’s been exactly 3 months since i posted the last chapter, and i have nothing to say for myself

Nikki patted Vince’s bare thigh and left with a mocking “sleep tight, angel”. He didn’t even bother to untie him, and Vince didn’t ask for it. He hadn’t fallen so low yet.

He regretted it very soon. Though the bleeding down there had stopped, the blood didn’t go anywhere and soon started to stink. Mixed with the smell of blood from the previous night, it made the room smell like a slaughterhouse. Vince had seen one of those a couple of centuries before, during his last visit on Earth. He wasn’t Vince yet back then. He was something else. Something completely different, but with a name and a purpose. Back then, any sight of violence was revolting to him. He had to turn away to avoid watching poor animals getting killed.

How he envied them now. It seemed so easy. Just one swing of an axe, and everything is over.

No sharp teeth biting into his neck. No long claws tearing apart his flesh. No rough hands ripping off his clothes, pinning him to the bed, leaving bruises on his skin.

Even animals had it easier than him. Even about animals He cared more than about a child of his own, his flesh and blood, his own creation.

More and more of those dark, wrong, rebellious thoughts were flashing through Vince’s brain, flouncing about in his skull, intrusive, erratic, convincing. In the farthest corner of his mind Vince kept waiting for a stern voice in his head to say that it was all for a reason, and the reason was the crime he had committed, and all of this – all of this was his punishment.

But it never did, and the thoughts remained. They leaked deeper and deeper into Vince’s mind, to its most secluded corners, where even Vince never dared to look directly, afraid of seeing something he wasn’t supposed to see. They leaked there, drop by drop, word by word, and filled them to the brim, and mixed with what was already there.

And then came to light.

***

Just as the world started fading to black in front of Vince’s eyes, the door slammed open. Strong hands gripped his wrists and pulled them apart, releasing his throat. Vince tried to hold his breath, he almost did it, after all, but then a familiar, though way weaker, spike of electricity went down his spine, and for a moment his tormented vessel’s intrinsic desire to live overcame Vince’s desire to die. He inhaled hungrily, went into a fit of coughing, inhaled again, and again, and again, and the world started gaining colors back.

The first things to color were the eyes right in front of his. Strikingly, mesmerizingly blue eyes.

“Please, kill me,” Vince whispered hoarsely. The only demon who looked at him with a hint of sympathy was now right in front of him. Maybe he had enough kindness left in him to do Vince the last favor. He grabbed demon’s arms and pulled himself up, closer to Mick’s face, digging his fingers into tattooed skin with desperation strong enough to win over the fear. “Please, please, kill me.”

The demon cast a glance at him, his expression indifferent, and then pushed him back on the bed.

“No fucking way.”

Vince gasped shakily, feeling tears gathering up in his eyes. His last hope vanished. Nobody would let him do it, let alone help him. As much as the demons hated him, they needed him alive.

“Oh, come on, let’s do without all that,” Mick winced at the sight of tears. “Are you a teenage girl or what? Calm down.”

“I won’t,” Vince slurred through gritted teeth. The momentum, the state of turbulent determination was fading away, leaving behind only exhaustion and desperation.

“You will.” Mick frowned, and the air thickened again like it did with Nikki, and Vince suddenly remembered that this demon in front of him could destroy him in a movement of a finger. He must have already pissed him off so much. Vince bit his lip to not let out desperate sobs, stifled them in his chest for later, when he would be alone. “If we wanted you dead, we would simply not come for you.”

“I wish you had done that,” Vince said bitterly. Maybe talking back to such a powerful demon was a bad idea, but hadn’t he tried to kill himself a minute ago?

Mick didn’t answer this time, just looked at Vince, and he wasn’t able to utter a word anymore. He tried, but his tongue felt sluggish and heavy, his lips were as though glued together, not willing to part. All Vince could do was breathe shallowly and look at Mick wide-eyed with fear.

“That’s better,” Mick said after a few seconds of silence, interrupted only by Vince’s heavy breathing. He looked over Vince, his gaze lingering on the blood-stained sheets between Vince’s legs and the wooden crowbar, the one Vince’s bracelets had been attached to, broken out of the bed’s headboard. Vince’s wrists were bloody and raw from where bracelets had been digging into his skin, but they only started to hurt now. “Is that Nikki’s visit that got you so agitated?”

Vince, still not being able to talk, shook his head. Nikki had started the process, of course. But the thoughts were Vince’s, not Nikki’s.

“It is, then,” the demon concluded and moved around the bed to get a better look. Feeling his stare right there again drove blood to Vince’s cheeks for absolutely no reason. He had just realized how awful he must have looked, bloody and beaten, stripped of his last remains of dignity and self-control. No angel could get into a situation like this; He just wouldn’t let it happen.

Vince was, apparently, no longer His child.

“Nikki, unfortunately, isn’t the gentlest partner,” the demon said. “And he still hasn’t learned to clean up after himself.” Mick added calmly, the sort of unnatural calmness with not a single leaf on trees moving that comes right before the storm. “I should make him do it,” Mick cast another examining look at Vince, whose eyes widened with fear. “I really should.”

At the mere thought of Nikki touching him again something broke inside of Vince, spilling cold into his veins, spreading it throughout his whole body. But then Mick stretched out his hand and touched the chain. The metal ring around Vince’s ankle opened. While Vince stared at it in disbelief, the belt restraining his other ankle untied itself and slid to the floor. The bracelets opened with a click a second later.

“Next time.” Mick added. Relief washed over Vince. “Now get up.”

Easier said than done. Vince rolled on the side, trying to lean on his arms to sit up, but all his strength seemed to have left him, and his shaky arms were too weak to lift his body. Mick grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him up on his feet, nodding in response to Vince’s silent “thanks”.

Then Vince took one step and fell on his knees. His legs, having spent more than a day in the same position, couldn’t hold him. The abrupt movement sent spikes of pain throughout the lower part of his body, hurting in all the wrong places, places where it wasn’t supposed to hurt; a drop of blood slid down his inner thigh. Vince thought being hit by a truck should have hurt worse. It did, but only for a second. Here – here Vince had to go through it fully conscious and painfully aware of how it happened.

“I will not carry you,” Mick warned, but reached out to help Vince get up. Vince gripped his hand so hard he almost pulled Mick down onto the floor with him.

“Careful!” Mick hissed, pushing away Vince’s hand and visibly wincing from pain. “I said I’m not carrying you, fucking get up yourself!” His hand rubbed the base of his neck.

Scared of making another mistake, Vince no longer tried to hold onto Mick, leaning onto the wall instead. His every step was followed by a pang of pain between his legs, but he never made a sound and only gritted his teeth. He wasn’t weak. He could handle it. He would handle it, purely out of spite towards Nikki.

His vision blurred by tears, Vince didn’t notice they had arrived at their destination. Only when Mick opened the door in front of him and carefully pulled him inside, Vince managed to concentrate on reality.

He was in a bathroom. Not a very huge one and definitely not clean; but it had a toilet on which Vince could sit and the bath where he could wash off the blood which had already dried up and formed a crust on his skin. Vince limped heavily to the toilet and plopped onto the toilet lid.

“No-no, not here. Get right in the bath.” Mick pointed at it and turned on water. Thank god, Vince thought, and it took him a couple of seconds to realise he wasn’t thinking of Him as reverently as he did before.

Vince clumsily climbed into the bath and sank onto the bottom. He looked at the water filling the bath and on red drops diluting in it with apathy. Hot water burned his skin at first, but once he got used to it, it became almost comforting, like a blanket or a hug of a friend.

“I’m going to fetch some clean clothes for you,” Mick said soon after. “Don’t try to drown yourself, okay? I’ll be back too soon for you to actually drown. Just keep that in mind.”

Vince only nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the water that was slowly reddening. His self-destructive moment of excitation had faded, leaving him empty and exhausted. Even raising his gaze seemed too big of an effort.

Mick should have really returned quickly, because Vince didn’t even notice his absence. The demon held a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt with a weird image on it. Skulls or something. Very demon-like.

“I doubt Tommy’s or Nikki’s pants will fit, so I had to take one of mine. Don’t you dare ruin them, I’ll take them back once we get you some new clothes,” Mick warned. “And the tee is Nikki’s, it’s his fault you’ve got all your things torn and bloody.”

Nikki’s?

Vince caught Mick’s gaze and shook his head, not even afraid of it piercing him through now. He barely handled hearing this name, let alone wearing his clothes. He wouldn’t put it on for the love of God and everything holy.

“What?” Mick frowned, and something as though fell in Vince’s stomach, but he didn’t avert his gaze. “Come on. It’s just a t-shirt.”

I will not, Vince pronounced with his lips, put it on.

“You’re being ridiculous.” Mick rolled his eyes. “You wearing his t-shirt doesn’t change a thing. It’s just because Tommy is even taller than Nikki and I don’t have anything clean right now.”

I will not, Vince repeated, burning a hole in Mick’s skin with his eyes, put it on.

“And I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Mick said, annoyance on his face. Every second Vince spent looking right into his eyes he grew more and more nervous, and some part of him, the one that wanted to crawl away when they first met, insisted panicky, don’t argue, just do what he says, he will get angry, he will punish you for your audacity-

Fuck off, Vince told it and kept looking Mick right in the eyes, as the world around him was losing its colors, and only those strikingly-blue eyes, that unreadable face, were all that mattered now.

Mick sighed. Slowly, wearily.

“Alright,” he said. The tension in the air that their eye contact was producing weakened. Vince inhaled sharply, only now realizing he had been holding his breath the entire time. “Are you okay with Tommy’s tees or do you hold grudges against him as well?”

Vince shook his head.

“Alright then.” Mick disappeared so swiftly even the door didn’t creak and came back with another t-shirt with an even weirder pattern, this time with wings and some letters. Vince caught a glimpse of Mick’s eyes under his black hair, but couldn’t recognize an expression in them.

By that time yellowish water had filled the bath. Vince sank lower into it and closed his eyes, imagining himself being in His arms, the dream that always used to bring him comfort and peace. But it didn’t work that time – instead of calm and reassurance he felt only resentment, resentment so strong he struggled with an intense desire to jump out of the water. A goddamn demon, an evil, low creature did more for him than He did, and Mick didn’t even do that much.

“Hey, don’t sleep,” Mick’s voice was muffled, as though he was talking from another room, although Vince could see him standing next to the bath. “You can actually drown. Your body is now almost as fragile as that of a mortal.”

Why? Vince pronounced silently.

“You have lost the Lord’s support,” Mick said His name with softness, almost… fondness? “and haven’t yet come into your full power. You’re hanging between Heaven and Hell, and neither is ready to accept you so far.”

Wait, so Heaven can take me back? Vince perked up.

“What?” Mick raised his eyebrows. Vince, feeling incredibly stupid for some reason, pointed up at the ceiling, then at himself, and raised his hands up, curling his fingers around an invisible hand in the air. Vince hadn’t realised how vital the ability to speak was to him before, even if it was just to throw curses at Nikki and Tommy. Now he was missing it intensely.

Mick looked at him with confusion for a second before understanding reflected on his face.

“You want Heaven to take you back?” he said, frowning. “You still want it?”

Vince glanced at Mick and then lowered his gaze, staring at the water instead. He wouldn’t have answered even if he could talk, even if the question hadn’t been asked by a powerful demon who expected a very obvious and clear answer.

“You still want it,” Mick concluded with a sigh. Vince couldn’t bring himself to disagree. “Bad.”

He was disappointed, Vince could distinguish it in his tone. And hearing that from Mick was scary. But Vince needed the answer.

“Well, not quite,” Mick said slowly almost a minute of silence. “No one who’s left Heaven can come back.

That was it. No one who’s left Heaven can come back. It rang in Vince’s head, and every other sound was muffled by Mick’s voice repeating the same line in his head. No one who’s let Heaven can come back. No one who’s let Heaven can come back. No one-

“But that’s not a one-way ticket down to Hell,” Mick continued, and his voice, low and clear, easily overlapped Vince’s whirl of voices in his head repeating the same phrase, so easily it would surprise Vince if he wasn’t overcome by emotions. Vince concentrated on his voice, and his panicky thoughts slowly faded to black. “There are… options.”

Vince recalled what he heard from Nikki through the haze of pain and fear, thoroughly separating his actual words from emotions connected with him, locking the emotions down in the farthest corner of his mind, safely contained from other people and creatures with human appearances. Never show anyone your weaknesses, he had come to realise during his short stay on this Earth.

Gesturing “restless spirit” to Mick turned out to be quite a challenge and probably looked very funny, but not to the two of them. Mick smiled a couple of times at Vince’s clumsy gestures, but actually tried to understand him. It would be easier to just give Vince his voice back, of course, but it somehow didn’t occur to the demon. Vince appreciated the effort nonetheless.

Finally flapping his hands and drawing shapes in the air did their job, as Mick frowned in confusion and said unconfidently: “Ghosts?”

Vince nodded energetically.

“Ah, that,” Mick sighed. “I swear, one day I will mute Nikki for good. He talks too much about things he knows too little about.”

So it was all wrong? A little spring of hope perked up in Vince’s chest. No one who’s left Heaven can come back, Vince tramped the spring into the ground mercilessly, but it was harder than he expected. It kept unbending once he moved away his metaphorical shoe.

“Sorry, kid,” Mick interrupted his struggles, and with his words grabbed the spring and pulled out the string in one swift movement, so swift it didn’t even hurt much. “You may not finish your transformation, yes. But it would hurt much more. You will practically doom yourself to eternal suffering. And I know you won’t believe me now, but life as a demon and even as a ghost is not that bad. There is a much worse fate for a fallen angel”.

What fate, Vince wanted to cry out, but could only exhale loudly. Mick turned away from him, obviously not willing to continue the conversation. Oh no, Vince wasn’t going to let him just walk away. Not like that. Not in such a moment.

Vince stretched out his hand and tapped Mick on the side.

“What?” Mick looked at him, and there was a slightly darker shade in his eyes, a slightly grimmer tone in his voice, and Vince’s hand dropped onto the side of the bath and remained there. It wasn’t like when he revolted to wearing Nikki’s t-shirt. That was a trifle, and now – now they reached something way more serious.

Alright. Okay. If Mick didn’t tell him, he’d find it out on his own.

“No more questions?” Mick grinned, but his grin lost its spark of sincerity. “Good. Here’s soap – I suppose you already know what it is? No? Wash your body with it. Put it in water, then roll around in your hands a bit, then apply to other body parts. And this,” – he pointed at a bottle on the edge of the bath, “is shampoo. It’s for hair. Just pour some on it and rub it in for a couple of minutes, then wash it off. You’re going to be stuck within this vessel for a long time, better learn how to take care of it. Got it?”

Vince nodded.

“Good. I’m not going to bathe you myself like some goddamn kid who shit his pants. You’ll do it yourself, and I’ll be outside, and the moment-” he grabbed Vince’s chin and pushed it up, forcing him to look into his eyes, soak up their clear cold blueness, “-do you hear me, the moment I feel you do yourself any harm, even slip in the bath, I will come, and you will regret it. Got it?”

Unable to nod this time, Vince opened and closed his eyes, breaking their eye contact with an incredible effort.

“Good boy,” Mick released his chin and ruffled his hair roughly. Electric charge went through Vince again, but this time he barely noticed it, still trying to break free from the hypnotizing power of Mick’s eyes.

Mick headed to the door, opened it and turned back to Vince.

“By the way,” he said unexpectedly carefully, “have you decided on a name already?”

Vince blinked helplessly for a couple of seconds before Mick with a “shit, I forgot” waved his hand, returning his ability to speak.

“I,” the first words were hoarse and quiet, “I, I’ve been calling myself Vince all this time. I saw it on a on a huge picture not far from… not far from that place. The human there also had blond hair.”

“Vince then,” Mick smiled. “Nice name. I’ll pass it to the boys.”

When he left, a weight was as though was lifted from Vince’s shoulders. He hadn’t realised how much his presence was weighing on him, how much pure tension hung in the air when Mick was in the room. Now that he was gone, it was like a breath of fresh air.

Vince leaned back onto the bath side, sliding down deeper into the water up to his chin, and inhaled slowly. The water was warm and dulled the pain. And Vince finally wasn’t restrained.

It felt good.

[blankdblank]

Brother Dearest Pt 17

Cuddling had shifted to dancing back home once a tiny determined cloud grew to drizzle across your lands causing you to blow out the candles and gather up the blankets and such to carry home again. A shift the following day however had you all grumbling your ways off to bed though. Half lazy kisses melted into dozing nuzzling closer with James half asleep across your chest with legs tangled in yours at your head drooping into your pillow with an adorable grin still lingering at your feeling his own heart shaped ring on his ring finger.

In his own impatience to share the link he had added to the knotted wedding band he had chosen with a ring his father had purchased for his own use. Black strips of golden bands woven with white gold diamond coated bands around a purple heart shaped stone. His father’s take on a claddagh ring seated facing out to mark you were engaged. For some the ring was a bit premature and odd but up in this secluded town most men once their dames had said yes that wedding band went on and didn’t come off unless work called for it. None too afraid to add colored stones or something sentimental to their partners worn shamelessly with great pride at being marked same as their partners. Where your heart stone was larger than his the band decorations evened them out, yours sleeker to be less bulky for you while his was perfect for him to always feel the weight of it like a mini hug from you until he could return to your side for a real one.

Sunrise stirred you and across James’ shoulder blade your fingers grazed until a reminding tilt of the heavy stone had your left hand raised slightly to admire the ring in the light causing it to shine. So much more than you had ever expected while growing up, most women sticking to simple golden bands or the odd diamond for the more wealthy of the men they were claimed by. The brothers certainly had more than enough to grant you this stunning heirloom ring you couldn’t have dreamed of. But then again it did seem fitting, being paired in such a public relationship you hoped didn’t mean your wedding would be publicized as well, not to mention the fact the brothers had been dubbed ‘old money’ and well off allowing great comfort to your future.

A low chuckle from the man in your arms had your hand lowering again to his bare back, a move making him hum out, “No early morning doubts?”

Angling your head to catch his slightly dazed grin in the tilt of his head, “Just never thought I’d get a ring like this.”

Closing the distance his lips met yours and he said, “Call me old fashioned, if it isn’t huge the other dames won’t be jealous. And you deserve to have some envy skewed your way, My Love.”

“You won’t get flac for yours?”

His brows inched up playfully in a smirking reply, “You haven’t noticed most of the men in town wear two rings? We flaunt our engagement too. Rightfully so. If you mean the color or cut no doubt if any would dare insult it they would meet the business end of my claws.”

“You would-,”

“Oh I would. No one insults you or my displays of affection for you.” After a moment he shifted to lay on his side curling you back to his chest cradling your hand to weave his fingers with yours allowing you both to admire the ring again. “You do like the ring?”

“I love it. It’ll take some getting used to. Certainly an eye grabber back in New York no doubt.”

“If you like I’ll have one of us with you always to make sure no one tries to snatch it.”

The seriousness of his tone wavered at your smirk, “I can tear tanks in half, I pity the man trying to take it from me. It’s never coming off my finger unless I’m baking or building something. Even then I’m magnetizing it to something heavy.”

Lowly he chuckled, “Their panic would be amusing, all the same, I love you, and I want you to feel comfortable wearing it.”

“I am. It does have a nice weight to it. Used to have this penny mood ring, had to be tin, didn’t feel right.”

“It means a lot, can’t tell you how many times I imagined how you might take to the old thing. Just feels right, us being the ones to wear them.”

“Yes it does.” The alarm sounded and another kiss was stolen on your way to readying for your shifts once breakfast was through.

Bashful grins lingered and timid glances stolen in the time and drive you had to the diner where the brothers would leave you and Eddie. Another warm kiss was stolen and out he slid to help you down wishing you a good day watching you head inside.

Though halfway down the street James was exhaling to calm down before the guys would no doubt spot the ring he would be adding to the chain with his dog tags around his neck to keep it safe joining the group ritual. Smirking to himself once they had parked knowing the grins he would get in picking you up. Your reaction was a startling scream from one of the girls across the room luring the rest to pool in around you and your giggling slightly bashful self sharing how he had proposed leaving the girls dreamy eyed until huffs sounded and the sharing had to be paused for now at the entrance of a duo of trucks pulling up.

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“Now,” Dot smirked easing your hand closer to her with a loop of her fingers around your wrist, “You have to tell me, did you pick the ring, or did he?”

Softly you giggled brushing your bangs behind your ears, “It’s been in their family since the early 1800’s, same as the ring he’s wearing. Apparently thought to be absurd by the woman meant to have worn it, just been sitting around and he had it resized for me. Might have been absurd for her, but it’s more than I could have dreamed of for how we grew up.”

Dot’s cousin came over, “It certainly is a stunner. No doubt it will go phenomenally with your dress and those girls in Barnard won’t be able to close their jaws. Put them and their city money to shame with that.”

Dot asked with a plotting grin, “Did you hear about the new films Marie got her hubby to order for this month?”

You shook your head and the excited gasp they had expected escaped you in hearing it was That Hamilton Woman with a lesser known to you film called Fantasia. Your favorite black and white film, a topic also brought up by the men in the mill who all knew through the ladies that Marie had been trying to get it in town before you were leaving. For how long he had avoided romances just hearing that you loved the film, that Eddie had snuck you into the film back before the war, James grew more excited to see it with you. Between bouts of their studying up on building codes and manuals they had ordered date nights and monthly film nights when new films were brought to town.

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A bout of storms pushed your packing ahead of schedule and loaded up the truck was aimed for a much shorter trip to Brooklyn than the last time. Post prepping trip to Brooklyn for paperwork and ensuring things were in order from the brothers for a two day trip you were all eager to be back again. Once again the same apartment sat waiting for you and Eddie was off with relatives to help out in the pool hall. While you, in your t shirt under a mostly buttoned work shirt complete with trousers and boots, wound up your braided bun with a bandana to keep your bangs from your face guiding the guys to the town hardware shop. The pair of them in matching boots, trousers, mostly open work shirts and tank tops showing underneath they would strip to once inside the apartment.

Most of the tools had been brought with you, however a few were still needed and to their surprise the pair saw just how your community stuck together. From upholstery, paint, even the little knickknack shop by the drug store were all eager to help a fellow Irish Catholic from the town to fix up their home while other buildings had been scooped up by outsiders. Each community kept to their own and even with the guys as the technically legal owners it was made clear you were to live there, and child of two Irish immigrants and a war hero to boot were to be protected by your own.

Outside the building a giant metal dumpster sat with a chute settled inside a window feeding into it and in the garage on the side the truck was parked. Lowly Victor hummed out, “And here I was expecting some fight in this.”

Smirking at him while grabbing as many tools as you could you replied, “We keep to our own. Irish immigrants have to stick together, can’t let anyone boot us out of our homes or businesses.” Victor up front unlocked the door leading the way inside to unload everything and turn again to grab another load.

James said, “Good thing about the block being in construction the neighbors won’t complain about our noise.”

“As long as we are at Mass Wednesdays and Sundays they won’t care.”

Victor, “Every week? You up for that?”

“Steve missed one Mass when we were kids and Mrs Cahn was out for blood. Wasn’t till everyone found out he was having his appendix removed and we were in the hospital that she calmed and got the whole congregation to pool what they could to help.”

James smirked, “Why does that not sound like the end of that?”

In a giggle you replied, “He couldn’t so much as sneeze without her glaring at him from then on. He was given a stern warning from her.” Making the pair chuckle, “You don’t have-,”

The pair said, “We’re going.”

James stole a kiss on your cheek eyeing the ring on the chain with your dog tags around your neck poking out under your shirt, “As long as you are happy with it we will all keep up with Mass.”

Victor nodded, “Don’t let our lapsing tarnish your own wishes for your beliefs. Hold tight to that as long as you can. We know how dark things can get when you break with that.”

The final things were brought in and up to the top floor with mallets and hammers in hand you were on your way up to the top floor as James said, “Best to start from the top down.”

Inside the first apartment there Victor said, “Jimmy will handle the doors, shelving and cabinets first, I will mark off where the studs are and you can get started on punching out the spots between them.”

You nodded and in the first corner he tapped the wall and using a pencil marked a three foot space that James showed you how hard to hit to punch a hole through the drywall. Chunks for how high you could reach were pulled out and added to a tarp on the floor the guys would take to be dumped through the chute into the dumpster with the final sections higher out of your reach to be taken down by them. The shoddy job on wiring and pipes sorely in need of replacing became all the clearer with dust clearing with help from all the open windows. Using ladders a few spots in the ceiling were broken open as well to check what the condition of the beams and oddly colored patches had been hiding.

Floor by floor you spread their smirks at your determined status on wanting to help with the demo and as much of the build as possible even if it just meant clearing up after the crews. A job they greatly supported hoping that this would not be another of their homes you would be moving into, it was very much in fact yours, outside of the legal aspect of course that with you under 21 with no male to back your ownership claims past your fiancé of course. Legally you were short handed and they had to wait before your name could be added to the deed, after your birthday and the wedding to have it be in all three of your names. Eddie was clear it was yours and he was glad to just be welcome to stay with you all and refused to claim a piece of it as legally he could always claim a patch of his own somewhere whenever he wished, quite unfairly in their eyes at the continued barriers you had to face.

Added chutes for trash and laundry were among the tiny touches that you were a bit excited to have and show off to others that the rich kids in town had bragged about. This whole building was to be yours and any touch you wanted to try and fluff it up they would try to ensure that they could get them included in the group home. A nearly to be demolished patch of door frame was noticed and pointed out to James by Victor to be saved for later, markings of your heights growing up that was set safely away from the rest of the scrap piles of wood to be sorted through later for possible reuse. Anything possibly able to keep a piece of your mother and a glimmer of happiness from your childhood was added to the pile.

Nearly to lunch you had reached the end of the second floor when loud knocks sounded on the front door. Victor said, “Good, should be the inspector.”

That had your stomach clenching knowing who would be sent for this district, who most certainly would be aiming to hinder the process and gouge whoever he was sent to inspect. “I thought you wouldn’t need an inspector until after the repairs were through.”

Victor turned for the door as James said, “One before you get started with crews too.”

A chuckle came from Victor as you muttered, “This won’t be good.”

Leaning in James kissed your cheek murmuring, “I love you.”

Peering up at him you gave him a curious grin, “I love you.”

Quickly his lips met yours in a sweet kiss and he said, “We have prepped. Leave it to us.”

Though with a nudge he guided you to finish up the last section of the floor while Victor reached the door greeting the dressed up Italian inspector you could hear from upstairs and upon completing the last section of wall you went down to meet him. “Hi, Vinny Tortelli, Mr-,”

“Victor Creed.” Down the steps you came and the man looked you both over, “My brother Jimmy and his fiancé Bunny.”

Vinny looked you over, “I know you. That nurse’s kid.”

You flashed him a quick grin, “Yes.”

“Heard you were dead.”

“Not yet.”

He looked you over again then said, “Best start from the top.” Walking to head up the stairs to search each room. Every little thing he made sure to shake his head and make it known that he was going to fail the building until he got to the main floor again saying, “Clearly, it’s almost a teardown. As soon as you get a certified architect to sign off on the design plans and hire a contractor to head the rebuild I’ll sign off on the permit.”

Victor proudly finally having his chance to speak up for you all said, “They have been signed off. We have a notarized letter to validate that and I am a certified contractor. We’ve already filed the permits and the crew arrives tomorrow.” Displeased after checking out their papers to be legit he signed his name to the sheet he tore from his book and handed it over to Victor.

His eyes switched to you and he asked, “I would have thought it to be cleaner with you here.” At that your brow arched and he said, “Usually dames don’t get involved with builds.”

James said, “We are managing the build while Bunny is the owner, ensuring we stay on time and budget.”

Vinny’s tongue clicked in looking at you again and smirked saying, “No doubt you’ll be running over both then. You’ll need all the luck in the world.” Turning for the door that on the other side of started to cackle making you roll your eyes.

Victor rumbled, “Where’s squishy when you need him?”

Shaking your head you sighed only to feel James kissing your cheek again, “Now that we have the sign off to start work we can head off to lunch then get back to check the back yard. Tomorrow the work is mainly rough and detailed for specialists so if you wouldn’t mind working in the yard while we just shell the place-,”

You shook your head, “No I’m good with that. I wouldn’t want to slow things down.”

James said, “When we start to get back into moving walls and re-plastering we’ll show how to do it. We aren’t bumping you out, Love.”

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Down the street you all dropped into the diner there for a meal and shared news of what you had accomplished so far. Back again the overgrown green knot of a patch of land you sat on the back steps with a notepad to sketch out possible ideas you could get managed the following day after trying to mark up what it did look like and what might be buried there. Hard and rough the overgrown plants were torn free by the pair while you used a copper pipe you sharpened the side of to slice through more and more. Cut down decently the courtyard sat with in an approved barrel by the fire department you watched the largest of bushes and branches burning down to ashes for the hour they allowed before dumping a bucket of water on top of it.

Yawning widely you drove back to the apartment after locking up to shower, change and have the dinner Eddie had fixed up for you three. Tired and sore you stretched out in bed with eyes drooping through James’ easing out behind you wrapping you in his arms in a press of his lips to your cheek. “Love you,”

You sighed out and were gone making him chuckle bringing you closer to his chest to hum back, “I love you more, Darling.” Closing his eyes to get some rest before the early morning to meet the first crew coming to help them.

The hefty breakfast nearly didn’t last you to lunch, and under the gazes of the curious crew members wondering what you were up to alone in the yard digging out the pathways and courtyard you used a broom and buckets of water to uncover the haphazard stones forming the seating area. Across from that the raised yard that would need some new stairs, the grass was cut more with the help of a couple kids the Brocks sent over once they heard what you were up to with push mowers aiding the task. Bushes were revealed and a line of hedges badly needing to be trimmed. Taking a break once you’d done all you thought you could achieve the men tried to pretend they hadn’t been watching and got back to work as you browsed through the house seeing the plumbing being checked and each ruined piece being switched out while the wiring was being removed altogether.

A second team along with James was checking the floors while Victor showed another the beams and supports needing to be swapped out. For the inspector’s hopes to hinder the supply chain and delay further with connections in Canada to keep from being ripped off and confirming a limitless supply out of the hands of the people here to restrict how easily you were able to complete the job. Catching you wandering James called you over to show you how they had tested the wood and the marked patches they would have to tear up before showing you into the kitchen of the first apartment to start hammering up the tile. What was assumed to be cheap laminate was even cheaper tile you chiseled away with a screwdriver and hammer creating a growing pile of rubble you used a dustpan to pour onto the tarp laid out for it.

Sheer determination had the full floor’s tile was torn up and dropped into the chute before the crew and you broke for a meal. With the tile torn back more plumbing was available for the guys to check and jumping in to help James and Victor helped to clear the other floors quicker, though oddly enough the main floor had the laminate on badly bowing wood. Beams would be coming in the following day and by the end of the week the boiler was swapped out along with most of the pipes. The fuse box was moved to a safe location away from the boiler and you were tasked to help with the crew replacing bad chunks of the floor. Mainly fetching and helping to steady certain planks while tools were being traded before Victor called you over to aid in moving some walls after support beams were settled in place to be removed once the new walls were secured.

The focus for weeks was the foundations of the house and with wood, pipes and wiring checked you were cleared to add the insulation after your day of helping installs some new windows and metal bars for the outside of them that gave you a good idea. With the old pipes just laying around and nails discarded with metal odds and ends on a late night with the blessing of the brothers you began to lace a thick layer of metal on the inside of the bricks in the small gaps left in construction. After his shifts Eddie would drop by and it was Venom to catch onto the addition and race off into the night to fetch more suitable metal to help finish fortifying the home. But much to the irritation of the inspector his job was complete as it was mainly cosmetic now.

New tiles and carpets came with the fixtures for the bathrooms and kitchens. Laundry room was the last to be customized before you got to help in hanging the new drywall helping the crews get to aiding James in installing new shelves and cabinets. Victor however broke James’ fifth stolen moments of lovingly staring at you in a gleefully proud mood in helping on the build to show you the now functioning laundry and garbage chutes earning a tight hug from you and a chuckle from him.

Paint and wallpaper was the next step once everything was built and mounted into place sending the crews back home again. Heavily you dropped into bed and seeing how hard you had been pushing yourself to help the men so used to these jobs. At the foot of the bed James knelt grinning at you in the cradling of one of your aching feet, “Thank you,”

“You know I love giving you massages.” He hummed.

“I meant for not teasing me about my smashing my thumb and nearly crying at splitting my nail.”

Holding back a smirk he replied, “We have all been there. It is excruciating.”

“I didn’t cry when I got shot.”

Lowly he chuckled folding both hands around your foot to deepen the massage, “Thumbs toes and elbows, breed all their own on scales for pain.” After a pause he hummed out, “You have been magnificent, you know that. More than half the teens to help on our old jobs didn’t pick things up half as fast as you. All the crews saw that, and were very impressed.”

Ghosting a smirk across your lips you asked, “Are you trying to bolster my ego?”

“Perhaps, first though, I know you are sore, full rub down then snuggles and breakfast in bed.”

Shaking your head you said, “If only you from five years ago could see you now.”

James’ grin split wider, “He would have had proof there was something to keep pushing for past helping the world through another war. Some magic ball of impossible to have pulled our broken selves back together again.”

“I was talking about your lost scowl.” Making him chuckle again, “So serious, determined to scowl your way through the days.”

“Easier to keep from grinning at you like an idiot that way.”

“Nazi’s would have been terrified.”

“Oh yes they would, you tearing their planes from the sky and me smiling chasing after you.” Over every inch of you he massaged your aching muscles until he had eased under the covers he had pulled up over you in the drooping of your eyes. One more lingering kiss in the cupping of your cheek and he nestled closer holding you to his chest allowing you to drape across it clinging to the warm body easing more around you.

Clamping his eyes shut every moment he allowed to seep into his memory, taking up yet another chance to just hold you in belonging to one another. Traded rings on one another’s fingers, so close to being publicly official. But none of that mattered, because he’d been there staring at a pine box holding his family, one by one buried except for Victor. Every injury, every bullet you had taken, even today in hitting your now silver thumb so hard on a slipped board you split your nail squeaking out in pain and on the edge of tears he prayed so hard. Harder than he ever had, that it meant like them you would be here, his, because he would be yours always. Even if it ended in another pine box he wouldn’t waste a moment with not loving you.

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“Jaqi,” Victor practically growled out lowly so only you could hear when you reached the kitchen for breakfast as James was finding a shirt that wasn’t torn or coated in dust. “Mr Tortelli is in the sitting room saying we need a permit to have the phone line mended, but he won’t approve the permit until the out of date mounting system is replaced and we have a certified installer come to approve that they can install the system, which they won’t do until we have the permit.”

“O-, okay, i,”

“I need you to do the mind thingy to make him think it’s mended, because the installer is coming in an hour and it’s easily a hundred bucks to get him out here in the first place to put in our phone lines.”

“Okay,” You said turning for the sitting room.

Quickly he leaned in to give you a quick hug saying, “Soon as he goes you three can go to the diner and eat.”

With a nod you left the room and entered the sitting room picking up the keys for the building eyeing the Italian turning from his inspection of a painting on the wall he pointed to, “My niece painted something like that in kindergarten.”

“Well the Brocks do like to use local artists to decorate their rentals, maybe later we can drop by and have her sign it.”

You smiled as he gave you a smirk and pointed at you, “You got jokes.”

You showed him the keys, “Makes up for my whole female debacle I’ve got going on. I’ll lead you over and we can get this started.”

He joined you to the door saying, “Well I was just telling Victor-,”

Again you grinned at him, “Yes he informed me, you need the installer to come and sign off before the permit can be given for the work to start.” In your looking forward you could hear Victor muttering curses in a momentary plop onto the couch to calm down confusing Eddie when he came down. “Installer’s on his way, should be there in a bit.”

Purposefully he glanced at his expensive watch saying, “Well I can’t wait too long, busy schedule and all-,”

“Oh I don’t doubt that. Whole block is on cinder blocks and tarped bet you’re making a killing.”

To himself he chuckled and adjusted his tie, “Well, business is business. Doesn’t look like you’ll make much when it’s through with three, maybe four apartments.”

“We’re not renting,” he glanced at you, “I got accepted to an Ivy League school and we need a place to stay while I attend.”

“How’d you get into Ivy League? Didn’t think they let in dames.”

“Few do.”

“So you’re telling me you’re keeping all that space to yourselves?”

“I also have a cousin and aunt up in Canada right now that might move to New York in a couple years. They’ll be visiting too, and the guys have friends from Canada who would be coming down to visit most likely.”

At the stoop you eyed a few of Vinny’s friends, including a cousin of Bucky’s who said, “Looky here, Brock let out his little piece on her own. Huge splash you made running off with him. Not hard for some to think the worst on how you paid off your guards to get  through the war safe. Rumors you know how they can flood through a small town like ours.”

Grinning at the man you asked, “Have you visited your cousin Bucky’s grave yet?”

“Of course, every month.”

“You know there were some who had a hunch him and Steve would be buried in lovers plots.”

He pointed at you and Vinny smirked at the nerve you were aiming for, “Some whispers of light loafers and such,”

“Don’t you dare!”

“But then you know, see, I’m the only Rogers left in Brooklyn, and well, there’s just so many Barnes around. Like you said rumors are like floods, and, no telling who drowns in it once it’s out there. Especially when it’s laced with hellfire.”

Vinny chuckled saying, “I underestimated you.”

Glancing at him as you unlocked the door in Victor’s trot up to catch you, you replied, “Who hasn’t?”

You led the way through the door and Vinny gestured for him to drop it while he passed through to join you to the main mount for the phone system for guests on the main floor that would feed out to the upper floor connections. With brows furrowing Vinny looked from the clearly needing to be repaired and replaced mount to his notes, “Huh, could have sworn it needed a full gutting.” Shaking his head he muttered, “Must have switched notes with Murphy’s down the block.” Scribbling our the final details to the permit he passed to Victor who stood holding back his smirk until the trio left passing Eddie and James in their way in. “Come on fellas, let’s go wake up Murphy.”

“Thank you!” Victor whispered once the door was shut behind them. Rolling his head back in a flex of his fingers and nails extending them shrinking back again. His eyes fell to you again and he asked, “What’s what he was saying about floods?”

“Oh he was saying he was apparently keeping people from saying that I ran off to be Eddie’s whore.” That dropped Eddie’s jaw and you said, “And I reminded him if he wants to play with rumors then Steve and Bucky fueled more than a few.”

James growled out, “I hope that shut him up.”

“Oh it did, and Vinny said he underestimated me. Made him shut up.”

Victor asked, “Is that a good thing? Impressing Vinny?”

“Depends. Barneses are close to the Tortelli’s, by marriage, who hate the Brocks’ and I was taken in by the Brocks. They weren’t really sure on Steve, cuz he was still Irish and they were Italian, only Bucky was around to keep the other guys in line. I was a girl so worst I got was some scorn or verbal jabs, then again I kept to myself mainly so I was mainly ignored. They mainly keep to their end of Brooklyn and I’m not really part of anyone’s business, so, no, not really.”

Eddie smirked saying, “Just means it goes towards her reputation as more than just Steve’s sister. Not a bad thing but not overly needed for anything past if we had to cross to their side of town.”

Victor looked you over then leaned in to kiss your forehead in a sideways hug, “Alright, now, off to eat, I’ll wait for the phone guy to show up.” In your nip at your lip he asked, “Whats that look for?”

“You know how you said no more edits to the design yesterday to Vinny?”

His hand waved, “Don’t mind that, that’s for him, what did you want to change?”

“I was just thinking, you know how Dot’s dad’s barn has those rolling doors, could we do something like that for my office and the library? Could save room with the doors.”

“Absolutely,” he and James said.

James added, “Won’t be a hassle at all, and the doors you picked would be great for that. Just slip metal grooves on the beam above and along the walls on either side, just tuck the carpeting right up to it won’t notice it at all from far off.”

Victor, “We could do that for your closet too if you like? It is an oversized door could keep it from reaching the window if you swing it open too hard.”

“If it would be easier sure.”

Victor nodded saying, “Sliding doors it is, I will see how many of our other communal doors can be sliding as well to save on space and keep our future puppy from being closed off too much.” You giggled and he added pounding at James, “Jimmy promised a puppy and we are getting one.”

Again you giggled and James looped his arm around your back saying, “Let’s feed you.”

Pt 18

@changelingkhat, @alishlieb​

[rankdisasster]

thick as thieves

“I am going to give you angst because... let’s face it, we love it. two and five.” requested by @fortheloveofhargrove​

#2: “Close the door.”

#5: “Why are you helping me?” from dialogue prompts

warning(s): swearing

a/n: takes place in California, starting as Billy being a dickish 15 y/o. it goes on from there, you’ll know when there’s a little time skip. enjoy:)

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“Jesus, what’s it gonna take to get you to stop squirming?”

“You are about to stick a needle in my ear, I think I’m allowed to be a little nervous. Won’tchu just cut me some slack, alright?” Billy snaps back at you, no doubt getting wound up because of the risk he’s taking doing this.

Billy has his arms tightly grasped around a throw pillow he stole from the couch, bracing himself for the upcoming pain of doom. His eyes have been squeezed shut as you take the melting ice cube between your fingers and delicately hold it up behind his earlobe. You’ve yet to even puncture him with the needle and he’s already sweating buckets. The teenage boy had asked you to hurry up and get it over with three times already, not even helping you out the slightest bit by staying still while bossing you around either. Typically, your role being the ‘smart one’ in your long lasting friendship would assign you the task of talking him out of wanting to do a foolish thing like this. On one hand, he had plenty of safer alternatives as opposed to going to you, an amateur, for getting the accessory punched in to his ear.

This ever changing dynamic of your platonic relationship had been set aside by the boy since you two started high school this year. He stopped taking the bus with you to and from school since his temperamental father started giving him lessons on how to drive. Another petty example of pretending he didn’t even know you was saying nothing when he passed by you in the halls, or stopped ringing you late at night when he needed help studying or just to talk. Other small things had added up to you barely hearing from him unless he wanted something from you; in this case, a free piercing job. It was hard to deny, but you’d refused to confess how your heart jumped at the opportunity of spending an evening with him again just like old times.

Unsurprisingly, the teenage boy didn’t bother making small talk about his day or giving you virtually any clue about the trouble he had been up to during these recent weeks ghosting you. Of course Billy didn’t care much for what you had to say either, he only wanted one thing and one thing only.

“Stop being a brat for five seconds, then I’ll cut you some slack,” you bite back. He’d rolled his eyes then gasped harshly at the sight of you picking up the freshly cleaned and heated needle from the coffee table. “Want me to count to three or surprise you?”

“Uh, surprise me.”

“Kay. What is this even for, anyway? Last I checked this one’s the gay ear,” you snort, watching him freeze up and widen his anxious blue eyes.

“Wait, WHAT!” he howled in a panic, giving you the perfect opportunity to stick the sharp end right through the lobe, watching him cringe and practically catch flies with his wide open mouth. “Ow, fuck!”

“You told me you wanted it to be a surprise,” you smugly point out, wiping your hands on a napkin after finishing the favor. He sends you a glare at your trickery before getting up and going to the mirror that hangs in your living room.

“Hell yeah. Not too shabby, Y/N. Thanks,” he smirks at his reflection, scoping out the brand new element to his ‘cool guy’ image. Not taking his eyes off his appearance, the boy continues fiddling with his hair and turning his head at different angles to inspect the fresh hole in his lobe. You’ve sat back and crossed your arms, rolling your eyes so far back at his disgusting vanity. He might as well be humping and kissing the mirror right in your own damn house. After getting noticed by all of the popular pretty girls and patted on the back by all the designated cool guys, he thinks his dick grew over ten feet in size or something, and you’ve been downgraded on his list of priorities.

Being the best of buds since elementary school, Billy’s had your back along every step of the way growing up. You’d write all the answers to tests on his forearm for him, he’d keep all the bullies away from you. Each of you would take turns sharing lunch every week. His favorite thing to gobble up at any given chance was your squeezable applesauce, and your favorite snack coming from his lunchbox was always string cheese. There was barely ever a moment you’d be seen without each other.

Middle school went by in a flash of painful and awkward moments, but despite all the friends he made in Little League Baseball, he for some reason still stuck around with you. Maybe you couldn’t do the same sleepovers like you used to as pre-pubescent children, but he’d still give you your favorite string cheese and hugged you tight whenever you wore a frown.

Now, both in your freshman year of high school, things weren’t as easily labeled as black or white. There were cliques and expectations that Billy abided by, and you just didn’t fit in with any of that. Instead of letting you down easy, it was more of a hurtful shock the day he decided to ditch you at lunch for the girls that had been eyeballing him during gym class. Now, not only did he try his best to bury your friendship somewhere deep and never touch it again, you’d went great lengths to avoid any confrontation with him or his posse.

That all just went to shit for the first time today, when he approached you about said earring. You didn’t know how to say no, and you weren’t sure you could if you tried.

“Okay, Kiefer Sutherland, you got what you asked. Why the hell would you want some douchey hanging earring anyway? That a new trend or somethin’ I don’t know about?” you ask, not hiding your judgement the slightest bit. He throws his denim jacket over his bare shoulder exposed from the muscle tee he’d been wearing, then gives you a cheeky grin before answering.

“Sammy Anderson from bio said it’d look good on me. You know her, brunette with the legs. She thinks it’s pretty gnarly,” he nods his head back and forth, sucking his bottom lip with his teeth before not long after snapping out of whatever daze he had been in.

“Since when did you even give a shit what people thought looked good on you?”

“Since they started actually telling me,” he shrugs, not caring how pathetic it may be that he went through all this trouble just for one off-hand comment some girl from class made. You hide your scoff with a forced laugh, walking passed him and bumping shoulders on your way to the kitchen. Billy furrows his brows at your attitude and the diss, following you to where you’ve been preparing a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios for yourself.

“‘S the matter with you, huh? I thought you wanted to hang out again,” he asks, confused by the conflicting mixed signals you’d been sending. You chomp on your Cheerios and take your time swallowing the satisfying bite before looking up at him.

“I never said that.”

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but who called whose house every night then turned into a jealous bummer as soon as one of them started making better friends?” he asks rhetorically, petting his chin and pretending like it’s some thought provoking question. You can’t believe the audacity he had calling you a jealous bummer when he left you for good without batting an eye at the loss of friendship. Your chair screeched as it dragged on the floor when you stood up out of it, keeping your bowl in your arms before showing him the door. You nod your head towards the exit wordlessly as Billy stubbornly stays put, not through with his point yet.

“Well, Kiefer, this bummer is asking you to leave. I got you your stupid fucking earring like I promised, and let’s hope you know how to keep it from getting infected, otherwise I’m done listening to you and your new inflated ego.” you finished, ending your speech with a slurp of the milk from your cereal bowl, waiting for him to take himself out. Billy calls it a day, shaking his head and saying more pussy accusations under his breath before making it to the door, stopping to invade your space.

“This better not be in the fuckin’ gay ear, or you’ll be hearing from me again, just so you know—“

And with that, you slammed the door in his face and locked it before sauntering back to the kitchen, carefree as you pour yourself another bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.

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Your freshman year went by without anything to really mark it as a special year. Maybe you met a few new faces, people a year above your grade that were kind enough to show you around and give you a better outlook on what high school could be. Billy only gained more and more followers, becoming the alpha dog at only fifteen years old with eighteen-year-old’s wanting to have him or be him.

With the new earring you’d pierced for him, Sammy Anderson was always seen pawing at him like an annoying house cat, and he’d put on a show most likely just for your eyes in particular. To make you envy the brunette, Billy would strut around the halls he knew you walked through like a catwalk, hoping you’d see and think he was all that. Sammy, for some reason, couldn’t pass any ninth grade classes although she was a junior, she still shared a few periods with a freshman Billy. She was shameless about riding the fifteen-year-old’s dick, and had been made aware of you being the prime target for where and when they show their public displays of affection.

You really could give a shit about the drama he put you through anymore. Yeah, it really hurt having someone you stood by a good chunk of your life leave, but there was nothing you could do about it. Other than just find your place and where you belong on the food chain of high school, which wasn’t much to brag about. You had your humble few friends that were loyal and been told about your past with Billy Hargrove. They couldn’t believe with your personality and his transformation that you’d ever been affiliated with him in the first place, and honestly you couldn’t believe it either.

Sophomore year was starting now, and it was getting to be the season for those annoying high school dances that every movie or book goes on and on about. Less than thrilled but obligated to attend, the dance was in full swing when you’d arrived in your outfit of choice. Dressing up wasn’t ideal, but you’d made somewhat of an effort trying to be presentable for the expectations that these gatherings hold. After finding your group and huddling close together, you’d excused yourself for a bathroom break and walked down the empty and eerily quiet hall to the restrooms. You had no idea what you were in for when you stepped on someone’s foot that was completely covered by the dark.

“Christ! The fuck is your problem, huh?” the all too familiar voice had shouted in anger before the sound of runny sniffling followed. He pulled the foot you had stepped on further away so that you couldn’t do it again and cursed again under his breath. Of course, it was none other than your long lost bestest friend Billy.

“Jeez, sorry. Not my fault you’re sitting in the fuckin’ darkness,” you defend yourself, still terrified by the disadvantage you have being unable to see a goddamn thing. As if God himself had been listening to your thoughts, a dim light turned on and illuminated parts of the hallway, as well as a disheveled and evidently heartbroken Billy curled up on the floor, holding onto his knees. The tux he wore had been loosened, and his hair looked like he’d ran his fingers through it one too many times out of stress. He looked like a fucked up mess.

Just as you were staring him up and down, a stuttered exhale had fallen from the boy’s lungs as his hands desperately scrubbed at his watery eyes. It didn’t take a degree in psychology or whatever the fuck else to gather what’s going on here.

You approached him cautiously, as gentle as approaching a frightened deer, knowing how deeply sensitive and guarded Billy is at all times. The walls he’d built while playing the role of California’s resident fuckboy. You’d seen him cry only a handful of times, and that was mostly when you were kids and had excuses to cry about everything. Kid cut him in line, or made fun of the design on his lunchbox. Basic things that children often cry at, but you’d remembered the one night you saw him fall apart right in front of you the night his mom had fled without a trace. All the questions Billy and even you had about her whereabouts were still unanswered, but that never got brought up again after the breakdown he’d suffered through while huddled up in your arms. The poor thing was was so confused, not even knowing if his mom had kicked the bucket or just wanted the fuck away from her husband, even if that meant leaving her son.

Point is, it was always a rollercoaster when Billy got emotional, and you just so happened to walk right into him while he was in the middle of one of his fits.

“Oh. It’s you,” the teen grumbled, obviously disappointed at you being the one to catch him having an episode in the dark hallway outside the school’s dance.

“Hey, uh... What’s going on here?”

“I’m a fucking idiot who should know better is what’s going on. That’s exactly what you wanna hear though, isn’t it?” he hisses, dark and twisted as he fails to hide the runny nose and tears spurting down his cheeks. Immedietely forgetting all the shit you both went through freshman year, you bowed down to his level and sat by where he layed dejected and despondent on the ground.

“Not exactly what I wanna hear,” you murmur, looking at him before touching his arm with apprehension. When he didn’t shoo away from your grasp, you thanked God that Billy didn’t snap at you and tell you to piss off. You’d been pleasantly surprised at that moment when instead he leaned further into your touch, covering his face with his palm as he sniffles in misery.

“I see you put a new earring in, pretty kickass. Bet the ladies love it,” you admire the cheesy new gothic pendant that dangles from his ears. Anything to get his mind off of what’s troubling him will count as a win in your book.

“What ladies, you mean Sammy Anderson? She just dumped my ass in there and started dancing with some other white trash asshole. Figures,” he takes a red and white box out of the pocket of his suit and you notice that it’s Marlboro Red cigarettes. You weren’t in the loop of what he’d been up to since starting high school, but smoking seemed to be new. He lights it up and puffs on it like a natural, like he’d been doing that his entire life, and it’s a sad picture for you to see. The snot bleeding from his nostrils hasn’t quit, and you snatch a back up tissue from your bag and hand it over without thinking twice. The broken boy looks from the tissue then back to you a couple times before taking it and blowing his nose. When he dunks it in the trash can and makes it in, you cheer him on and give a lighthearted high five. After the brief moment of silliness is over, Billy looks over to you with bewilderment in his eyes.

“Why are you helping me?”

“People grow apart all the time, Billy. It’s the most natural thing in the world. That doesn’t mean I can’t care for your well being,” you reason, biting your tongue to keep from saying anything more that you may regret in the long run.

“Uh, yeah. Guess you’re right. I care about your like... well being and stuff too,” he mumbles, taking another drag of nicotine before offering you a hit.

You shake your head and hold up your hand.

“No thanks. I came here to use the restroom is all,” you move to get up from the floor before Billy is quick to join you.

“Yeah, go ahead. Just one thing real quick, I wanted to say sorry. All the shit I pulled last year wasn’t cool at all. But I’m always here for you too, yeah?” he confirms, gazing into your eyes making you freeze on the spot.

“It’s alright. I’m about to piss myself right now though, so I’m gonna go,” you chuckle, pointing towards the ladies restroom. The boy is quick to laugh with you, urging you to do your business.

“Wait, Y/N,” he calls out, standing at the end of the hall by the entrance to where the dance is still being held.

“Yeah?” you shout back, bladder close to giving out as you stand by to watch Billy fumble from the end of the hall before hushing:

“You look really beautiful tonight. Whoever you’re with is lucky as hell.”

—

Junior year comes, and you and Billy haven’t properly spoken since the dance when you’d caught him crying in the dark and accidently stepped on his foot.

He hadn’t calmed down on his ruthless antics, but they’re not directed towards antagonizing you, so that’s a plus. You had accepted that he just wasn’t apart of the path you’d been on and you weren’t apart of his. How the circle of life goes, or whatever.

Billy had found himself yet another new beau, Ashley something, her last name had escaped your mind. He’d still been just as obnoxious with his frequent PDA tendencies at school and elsewhere. You had shared a class with her last year, so you know at least this time she’s his age, but you don’t know anything deeper than that. He wouldn’t ignore you when you passed by each other in the halls, giving you a pointed look and a little wave, which you returned every time. Unbeknownst to you, his group that ruled the whole school always wondered how the hell he even knew you and why he’d never forgot to acknowledge you if he saw you anywhere. The blomde would just tell them to keep their fucking noses from his business and never mess with you or any of your friends.

On this night, for the first time in three years, Billy had invited you to come over, insisting actually. Over the phone he made it clear he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He chewed on his fingernails while anxiously chainsmoking, his leg tapping up and down so fast it might as well fall off. He’d been waiting for your arrival the last fifteen minutes, counting the minutes and even the seconds until you finally show up. It was a hasty knock on his bedroom door that made the boy throw himself out of the chair he’d been seated in and take a deep breath. Temporarily setting his smoke down on the window sill, he raised his voice when telling you to come in.

You’d opened the door and walked in like you’d never been here before. It was difficult for Billy to see, remembering all the days you used to come in and make yourself at home in his room. All the toy cars and dinosaurs he’d collected had disappeared, now replaced with various colognes and mountains of hair gel, as well as more jewelry strung around every surface. You were astonished seeing a set up of heavy weights in the corner too, but you’d neglected to notice him grow bigger and bulkier as he matured.

“Close the door,” he whispers, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans as your eyes got bigger at the serious tone the boy had used. You softly shut it all the way, unsure about what it is Billy wanted from you this time.

“So uh, you want me to pierce anything else? A nipple maybe?” you joke, trying to ease the unbearable tension that’s making the bedroom seem claustrophobic and stuffy. Billy doesn’t laugh, feeding more into the uneasy feeling stirring in your gut and instead sits on the edge of his bed and pats right next to him, signaling for you to take a seat. You swallow audibly before doing as you were told, crossing your arms and legs on the firm mattress, thinking it’ll somehow soothe how frightened you are of whatever he’s about to tell you.

“You want one?” he offers you another one of his Marlboro’s, this time a blue pack as opposed to the red’s he smoked at the school dance.

“No. I told you I didn’t smoke,” you remind him, which he nods in understanding.

“You don’t mind if I smoke in here though, do you?“

“Fucking A, just tell me what this is all about, Billy! You invite me over for the first time in years and you’re acting real fucking weird, so if you would just... just spit it out already—“

“I’m moving outta California.”

You pause, needing to get a better grip on your rapid beating heart that’s going as fast a drum solo from some rock band tune. Billy stares at you intently, waiting to see what your reaction will be like. When he receives nothing but a gawking expression still smothered on your face, he goes on to give you more details of his departure from California.

“I’m uh, I’m leaving. Overheard my old man talking on the phone, we’ll all be outta here by the end of the month. He wasn’t even planning on telling me until the day of,” Billy explains, his lip trembling up and down at the thought of leaving everything, his home, and especially you behind.

“W-Where?” you choke out, not knowing what the fuck to even say besides spouting the endless questions swarming your mind. Billy looks at you and copies what you did the night of the school dance when he was the one in pain, touching your arm and wrapping it with his palm. He rubs his thumb in circles there for a bit.

“Some shithole town in Indiana,” he answers before going on to the reason why he had invited you here other than just giving you the news. “I um, I wanna ask you to do something,” he stutters, one dramatic tear dropping down a cheek from his right eye as he holds your arm tight as if you’ll flee away if he ever let go.

“Sure, Bill. I’ll do anything,” your hand reaches to cup his cheek to comfort him, learning that touching him when he’s in distress always helps more than it hurts.

“Come with me, please,” he invokes, leaning further into your touch as the bridge he’s spent years building keeping everybody out shatters, leaving him wipe open and terrified of being left alone. Starting all over again his senior year in some dried up small town, without his childhood best friend roaming the same halls as he will. “I’m serious. You’ll... we can do it together. Just like old times, right?” he asks, pulling what looks to be your infamous favorite snack, a cheese stick from his back pocket and handing it over to you, hope in his eyes.

“Are you fucking insane?” you withdrawal from him, not taking the stick of cheese and waiting for the punchline of some sick joke he’s pulling. Billy cannot possibly be serious, his only bribe for you to come with him being some snack he used to give you as a kid. He had the balls to think he could perfectly replace your family and your friends just for his own selfish needs and a stick of cheese.

“No. Right now I’m sure as shit making way more sense that I ever have in the past three goddamn years, Y/N. I fucking love you, and the thought of being away from you is making me fucking sick,” the boy grimaces, wishing he could pull you close to him again but the chance of getting your permission isn’t likely.

“You.... what?”

“I know. But you love me too, I can see that you do.”

“Dude, your shroom dealer is amazing. Wanna hook me up sometime, or—“

“Stop fucking around and be straight with me, okay! There’s no way in hell any of this was friendly from the start, you don’t cheer up your cryin’ ex-best friend on the floor just because you’re some goddamn saint. You did it because that’s love, alright?” he stands up, pointing his finger at you as tears stream freely out of his broken blue eyes.

“This is a joke, right? I gotta be dreaming or something,” you squeeze your eyes shut and try pinching your arm in an attempt to wake up from alternate reality you’re helplessly trapped in. Billy gets down on his knees and grasps both your wrists in his heads, staring at you dead in the eye.

“Sammy Anderson didn’t mean fucking jack to me, okay. Same goes with Ashley, too. You’re it for me. Don’t you understand?”

“No, I don’t. You aren’t supposed to ditch who you love just to chase some tail! You left me, only coming to me if you needed something from me; now you want me to take some big leap of faith for you? After all you’ve done?”

Billy hangs his head in his hands in agony before pacing around the perimeter or his room back and forth. He doesn’t know what else to say, so logic has officially left the building. Now he’s receded to throwing up all his deep secrets hoping it’ll have some affect on you or make you do something, anything.

“Y’know, when I lost my virginity to Sammy in the chick’s bathroom at school... I thought of you the entire time. She didn’t even fuckin’ blink twice after I said your name instead a’ hers, she just kept going—“

You plug your ears, desperate to tune out the boy’s filthy story telling, throwing his own pillow at him to get him to knock it off. He catches it with a stealthy hand, keeping his grip on it as he listens to you whine and moan.

“Aw, c’mon man! we could’ve easily kept discussing this without any of your dirty—“

“Stop it. Stop stalling and give me an answer right here, right now. Tell me if you love me too.”

You scrape your scalp, dreading having this painful conversation, dreading giving him the ugly truth. Once upon a time if he would’ve done this sooner, your answer would’ve been different.

“I... I just can’t keep this up, Billy. I can’t do it anymore. I gave so many parts of myself up for you, but it’s too late now. I won’t throw everything I have here away just so you can use me when I’m convenient, alright? Fucking...” you look up, watching as your childhood best friend crumbles to the floor and hugs the pillow to his chest, eerily similar to the time you pierced his ear for him in the ninth grade. You swiftly sit up off of the bed, going down to his level again, just like the night of the school dance. Getting ready to give him more soothing, encouraging words, something like ‘it’ll be alright’ or a promise of visiting him in the near future, all of that gets ripped away from you when he makes his next move.

Without any warning whatsoever, Billy takes your jaw and smashes his lips to yours, forcefully pressing you further into him. The pillow he’d been clutching had fallen to the ground between the two of you.

This was the last fucking straw, and you’re exhausted to shit now.

You shove him off of you with a hundred percent of your power, wiping his saliva from your mouth with disgust and backing up to the other end of the bedroom, as far away as possible from the weeping boy.

“Stay the fuck off me. And have fun in Indiana, I’m sure you’ll be missed by all your fans at school.”

—

Billy is equally as antsy as he is pissed off when the Hargrove family makes their way to the airport, the boy staring out the window with a permanent worried look in his eye at how he left things with Y/N.

As he boards the plane, giving his younger step sibling Maxine a death glare for the window seat, he holds his gaze out the little window at the clouds surrounding the wing of the plane. When they land in Hawkins, Indiana, he’s still filled to the brim with regret at everything he’d done. He thinks of all the what if’s, like what if he hadn’t cared so much about his reputation, what if he’d kissed you sooner, what if, what if, what fucking if. The list goes on.

“People grow apart all the time, Billy. It’s the most natural thing in the world. That doesn’t mean I can’t care for your well being.”

He’ll hate himself for along time after using you, ignoring you, and ultimately abandoning you at the beginning of the hell that is high school. But that’s just the way it goes for guys like Billy. It could’ve gone the other way, too, such as following him to Indiana and loving him back after all. But that version’s just a figment of his imagination.

—

and then they all lived happily ever after and stuff. what I was trying to pull off was showing a meaningful friendship that started dying out and Billy’s transformation to douchebag was the perfect pitch for it. then for the tables to turn on who wants to be with who in the end was also what I wanted. I’m still working on more prompts and requests and stuff as usual ! thank you for everything:)

[exodusmc]

Unlike him

Genre: smut, demon au 

Words: 3076

Paring: demon Namjoon x human reader 

Warning!:   strong language, restraints, unprotected sex, oral(m receiving), orgasm denial, dirty talk, pet name, light manipulating, blood  

a/n: Got a little carried away:) 

Neon lights flashed around him, bodys reeking of lust and sin. He weren't here for them but a man who thought he could cheat death. Namjoon pushed past the people who were dancing, disgusted by their reaching hands. If he could only snap his fingers and kill them all...Instead did he have to be fariley unnoticed while he did Lucifer's dirty work. Searching for the devil's mark, Namjoon made his way further inside the human club, scrunching his nose in loath. They all were a disgrace to their kind, drinking their hearts out and forgetting how to act. The demons mind fogged with anger, so much he almost missed the cursed sigil on an arm. Namjoon snapped out of his daze and went to do his job, collect the price of dealing with the devil. 

“What the hell?!”the man shouted, voice drowned out by the loud music. He thrashed in Namjoons grip, not succeeding in getting away. Nothing would change his fate, death was unavoidable. 

“The great Lucifer has sent me to collect the debt you hold him.” was the only thing Namjoon said as he dragged the kicking human, maddening every second which went by. He wanted his own missey to end and it would with this man's life. 

The man fell to his knees, body chained in invisible metal as Namjoon stood before him with no remorse. There was still a small sound of music where they were, dunking like a running heart. Racing one arm, Namjoon spoke the words of doom, calling for the soul which were not the mans to keep. He knew the angels cried but the human made his own decision and he had to pay. Screams echoed through the walls, screams of bloody murder. A body fell limp against the bloody floor, no trace of a soul in it, empty of everything. Namjoon rolled his eyes, red lingering in them. Hopefully his night would be calm but knowing Lucifer, it wouldn't be the case. And he was right. 

-

A mere hour after the first collecting was he sent out again, this time to a house which looked nice. Namjoon stepped through the mirror, stopping inside a bedroom with a sleeping girl. She didn't have the mark but she somehow held the energy of who he was claiming. This confused the demon as it had never happened before. She looked young, maybe around 20 years of age, unbothered by his presence. He must have come to the wrong room, fingers gracing the handle to her door as he walked out. Namjoon was sure that it was the right house, fairly sure that it was the same room too, but chose to look at the rest of the people in the house. He found the parents sleeping in the grand chamber, breathing relaxed, no mark on either of them. The demon had no clue what he should to because none of them were marked which meant he couldn't take their souls. When suddenly a woman walked through the door, standing in the bedroom of the parents, aura rotten as death itself. 

“It’s the girl you’re after...She is the one you're here to get”she spoke with a voice worse than the lowest.”Take her”

“Why is that she is the one but has no mark?”he could see how irritation grew inside the woman, sensing the decomposition of her. 

“Because I cursed that child when she crawled out of that whore!”she spat at him and Namjoon realized how the human had acted out of one of the sins, envy.”Take her now!”

The demon ignored her, moving back into the girls room. She was still sleeping, deep in slumber and unknowing of what she had been fated to. Fingers slowly caressed her cheek, warmth flooding his body. Namjoon actually took pity on the human, the human which didn't choose this. He had no right to take her as she wasn't marked, he couldn't take her soul due to it. So all he could do was hold a hand over her eyes and lift her body. The woman smiled wickedly as she looked at them, waiting for pain and blood. It never came, Namjoon slowly getting ready to return to hell. 

“What are you doing?! Kill her!”

“I can't, human,  she is not wearing the devil's mark but still belong to him in flesh. She will live while you will burn in hell” the woman had been waiting for the girls screams but it was hers which shrieked through the quiet house as Namjoon set fire to her body. Her soul would be consumed by the lowest of low and she would never know anything else than agony. 

-

“Why did you bring an alive flesh bag?”Lucifer asked, his youthful face and ignorant sitting position on the throne had Namjoon rolling his eyes, the young prince grinning at it.”She didn't do anything”

“She may not be wearing your mark but she is yours in flesh and heart, envy making it this way…”Namjoon stood tall, eyes shining dark as obsidian. He had no wings or horns but he had the beauty of death, hair in lilac and silver hues. 

“Don't be so formal Namjoonie..It’s so boring” the prince, the devil, the one and only Lucifer had a real name, a name which was his own and not shared with his ancestors. Jungkook rolled his eyes at the older bitter demon.”It’s like really boring”

“What do you wish happens to the human?”Namjoon ignored the boy bluntly, mind trailing back to the sleeping figure in his own bed, the safest place in hell for her. 

“Don't care..Keep her if you want I have my own play thing”Jungkook hung his head over the arm to his throne, bangs falling of his forehead, nails being thoroughly inspected. 

Namjoon bowed, turning and marching out of the grand hall, where Lucifer would call him as soon as he needed the collector. He made his way down corridors, avoiding every creature he could, the whole time thinking about the girl. She couldn't go back but Jungkook didn't wish to have her and Namjoon didn't want her either, remembering how irritating humans were.

“If I could curse your name, sun in the heaven, I would”

-

Waking up was weird, a heat which usually weren't present in your room making your skin hot. You sat up, blinking as black bedding fell of your shoulders. You weren't home, mind suddenly trying to remember what happened the day before. That’s until your eyes found a man sitting in a velvet chair, leg crossed over the other as fingers turned a page. 

“Who are you?” you barely managed to whisper out your words, body shaking in fright. The stranger gazed up at you, book landing in his black jeans clothed lap. A frown was etched on his handsome face, orbs staring right through your soul. 

“My name is Namjoon, human, and I am currently the one in charge of you”his voice was deep and hypnotising, you almost missed the meaning of his words. 

“What?”Namjoon scowl became more prominent, irritation lingering in his features. 

“Little one, you don't know anything about the world beyond your sight. You’re in hell, maybe due to injustice but still in hell..”

Your world stopped. Hell? He’s crazy, everything is crazy. It’s all a nightmare and you’ll wake up any second in your own home. Namjoon rolled his eyes, standing up after put his book away. 

“You did not choose this fate but it is what it is.”he was about to leave when you quite literally fell out of the bed, eyes wide. 

“What no!This can't be real!Hell?! Where are you going?!”all your questions made Namjoon groan, fingers coming up to massaged his temples. You didn't stop, mouth asking for everything. He finally snapped when you managed to get close. 

“Sit down and be quiet!”the tone in his voice made you submit in an instance, figure shaking as you kneeled before him. It surprised him slightly, how easy you surrendered. Stirred feelings in him of sin and lust.”You’ll stay here like a good girl or see what hell really is”

Namjoon left with those words, slamming the door on his way out. Jungkook would hear about this, about all his complaints but he expected a mere smug look from the younger, maybe an unwanted comment.

-

Your eyes had dull slightly from the waiting but when the door opened where they shining again. The man which walked in wasn’t who you wanted him to be, instead someone younger with dark brown hair and the devil's grin. 

“Oh..So you’re the little human who made Joonie so angry?” he crouched down, finger tilting up your chin and sending heat through your body.”I don't see why...You’re so obedient”

He didn't need to touch you to make a fire burn in your stomach, to make chivers run down your spine. Even if he was playful, was there dominance behind his blue eyes, a dominance which made your core drip. Jungkook could sense it, your arousal, and a part of him regret not taking you. 

“Your highness” a groan escaped Jungkook as your eyes snapped up to stare at Namjoon, who looked all but pleased.”Respect the human”

“But Joonie, she’s so eager.”red hot flames bloomed over your cheeks, embrasement grown as Jungkook looked you dead in the eye with a special kind of grin.”Right, human? You’re eager for us.”

Namjoon grabbed the younger by his shoulders, pushing him out of the chamber, ignoring the small whine leaving Lucifers lips. The demon was beyond mad, pupils small and swinging in crismon. 

“I’m sorry..”he merely nodded at your voice, trying to not let your lusty aura get to him but it was hard as you were still on your knees, having been waiting just like he said.

“Get up, go to bed and sleep.”you listened, legs aching and jelly like. Namjoon rolled his eyes, strong hands grabbing you and putting you down on the mattress.”Even if he calls you, don't go to him. Stay here and behave. Things will get ugly if you leave human”

Namjoon left you again but this time in pain because of arousal. You laid in bed, breathing in his scent and trying to not think about what was happening between your legs. It got worse and worse as time went by, a low voice whispering dirty things in your ear, asking if you shouldn't just cave for your disear, come to him. You played a dangerous game but if sin itself tried to convince you, was it so hard to understand your fall?

-

Jungkook sat up as you walked carefully through the arched doors, grinning at how you listened to him while defying Namjoon.

“Oh my little human is here? Come closer..I won't bite”you glanced around, watching the different statues and art pieces. Finally stopping before the boy, your body were already dripping for him.”Good girl”

His hands were a mere inch from you when someone threw the doors open, a growl echoing between the walls. Namjoon looked calm as he made his way down the red carpet, Jungkook smirking while you didn't look. It’s true he wanted to have you too but playing with the older was fun as well. No words were exchanged, you just suddenly stood beside Namjoon in his room, guilt eating at your heart. 

“I thought I was clear when I told you to stay here and not give in to him” you shivered as he spoke, dread and excitement mixing with every breath. 

“..I’m sorry”

“You have been a very bad girl...Don't bad girls deserve punishments?” gaze still lingered on the floor as Namjoon sat down in his chair, hands on either arm rest, leg open. You gulped, trying to calm the fire.”Kneel before me with your hands behind your back”

You fell down before him, head hanging down and arms like asked of you. Something cold and hard wrapped around your wrists making it so you couldn't move them. Namjoon smiled, a feeling of power flooding him with lust but he had to respect you, had not make sure. 

“I told you to stay and you didn't listen...Do you want this?”it was a play and maybe you wouldn't understand the sincerity in its question, he just hope you would.”Answer”

“Yes..”the dominance in his voice had faltered for a second, warmth slipping through it and making you confused as to why he cared. You had no clue about what he was but he was not human. 

“Do you or do you not?”he leaned forward, fingers gracing your cheek, staring into your soul.

“I do.”

“Good.”Namjoon leaned back again, reassured by your own words.”Let’s begin then”

The demon snapped his digits and your eyes widened when his big cock was pulled out of his pants. It was thicker than any other you had seen and it had more texture as well. He grabbed your chin, pulling you close to his member, thumb slowly stroking over your cheekbone. 

“Suck…”he didn't have to ask twice. Slowly your lips parted to enclose on his cock, hollowing your cheeks. 

Namjoon groaned, hands folding inside your hair to push you deeper on him. You struggled slightly to take all of him, finally gagging as his head touched the back of your throat. It made him swell in your mouth, saliva dripping down its side. He growled once more before coming undone between your lips. 

“Swallow”it was bitter, his cum, salty. A small smile fell on his lips as he looked down at you, your body aching from your position and ties behind your back. “Good girl”

Being lifted up, Namjoon walked to the bed, dropping you to feel the soft sheets under your arms. He crawled over you, hands still behind your back. His eyes was a dark as the bloody wine, teeth shining white. 

“What are you?”the question simmered in Namjoons mind, fingers gracing up your sides. He pondered for an answer, moving his lips to kiss the aorta, feeling the blood rush to him. 

“I am no mere servant for the prince, as a matter of facts, I am the collector of debts, collector of souls.”he moved to bit lightly on the crock between your neck and shoulder.

“A demon?” Namjoon rolled his eyes, moving from you to stare with those eyes.

“Yes in your world, a demon”

You gulped, heat burning your limbs and everywhere he touched. Jaw slack, you closed your eyes as he dragged his finger down your stomach, shirt having moved up to your ribcage. Namjoon watched you with a close eye, seeing your face contract in what he imagined was unreached pleasure. He dipped inside your sleeping shorts, itching closer to your core. It was painfully slow, the pace he had, and you whined out without thinking. A smirk painted itself on his face, digits stopping nearby where you wanted them.

“Eager?..but bad girls doesn’t get what they want”he whispered by your ear, breath fanning over you. Tears of frustration dropped from your eyes, hands still behind your back. 

“I’m sorry! Please touch me!I’m sorry”you caught his gaze, eyes glittering, while his soften. Namjoons thumb came to your cheek, drying the tears falling down. 

His lips felt like heaven when he kissed your jaw, a contrast to where you were. Fingers were back by your dripping core, drawing circles over the clothed clit. You gasped, back arching from the bed to meet him. You wanted more, you needed more, and Namjoon seemed to take great pleasure in your desperation. When a finger entered you wet pussy, starts painted themself over your eyes. He moved it slowly out of you, fueling the ach and burn inside of you. It was no secret that you were already a mess of urgency but Namjoon started to lose his control as well. He pushed another finger inside of you, stretching your hole, movements no longer slow but rapid and building  your orgam fast. Just to stop when the fall was by your reach. You mewled out from the loss of relief, trembling slightly.

“Should I grant you your wish even if you disobeyed me?” you were so out of it that you didn't care if you begged, you needed him inside you.

“Please! I’ll never do it again! I promise”

Namjoon didn't need to hear it twice, hiding his own eagerness by your pleading. He ripped both your shorts and painties of, hands making nothing of your shirt the second after. In a blink of an eye,  he too out of his clothes. You didn't have time to ogle at his body, as his cock head pushed at your entrance. Moans and cries fell of your lips as he pounded into you, head arch down into the pillows. The demon moved like no man ever could, hands holding you bucking hips. He grunted over you, silencing a scream with his plush lips. Your kiss was sloppy, teeth clapping toughers as you couldn't keep quiet. The second he left your mouth were you howling out moans, throat becoming more sore. A want to touch him made you squirm in your restrictions, eyes squinting open to see him panting with sweat rolling down his brow bone.

“Can I touch you?!”the sentence came out like cries, Namjoon grating you right away. 

Your arms circled around his neck, breast arching up into his chest, wrist aching. White colored your sight and the clenching of your pussy told the demon that you came, you came hard. Legs started to shake as he kept going, snapping into you sore core. He could feel his own release close, your inner walls milking him with everything he got. You moaned one last time, body falling deep in between the sheets. Namjoon pulled out of you, rolling to lay by your side. It was hard to keep your eyes open, sleep lulling you slowly with Namjoons steady breaths.

“Sleep you human with no other choice...Let the consequence come tomorrow”he whispered into your hair, arms pulling you against his chest. Namjoon wondered why he did it but let it be for just a second, unlike him, so unlike him.