#yns-manager

[yns-manager]

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Hi! Welcome to your daydreams (for the attention seeking-girls) ! <3

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• I mainly write headcannons for Haikyuu!! teams x manager!reader

example: Being Karasuno’s manger!

• this is extremely self-indulgent!

• Requests are happily accepted! (Please don’t be afraid or nervous, they make my day!)

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~ Date Tech High

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Inarizaki’s Manager

Manager Defends Inarizaki

Inarizaki x Gn! manager

Warnings: swearing (?)

AN: this is a request from @plutoistireddd!

Being the manager for such a stoic team isn’t easy

They have high standards and literally work their butt off to fill them

They can be dramatic at times, namely two specific individuals 👀

So needless to say, finding you, our unbothered, calm angel was a blessing for these boys

Literally nothing rattles you

When Atsumu is aCtInG lIke a ToDdLeR you simply ignore him and move on

When the twins fight, you simply assure nobody else is in harms way and walk away 💅

You are probably the calmest person anyone has ever met

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi adore you

Literally you provide the chill they need without the dramatics

Like when Atsumu gets all worked up, you simply say “Sumu you are literally the best high school setter in Japan right now, what do you have to worry about?”

Atsumu 👉🏻😐🤨 you’re right YN!

Literally there’s absolutely nothing that phases out sweet Yn

Onetime, you were walking back to the gym and the water bottle carrier broke, spilling water bottles and water all over the floor

The team thought “this is it, this is the one!”

Suna was ready with his phone 📱

Kita, Aran and Ginjima were ready to calm you down

But nope, you just shrugged and said “well now I won’t have to mop the floors tonight” as you went, grabbed a mop and cleaned up

The guys 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Literally they were convinced nothing would ever break you

But what they didn’t realize is that their precious Yn had one weakness and they were too silly to see it

To outsiders, it was obvious how much you carried for your team

You would do anything in your power for them

You carried for them all like friends and family

So when Inarizaki made it to Nationals, their cheer section followed

And while you appreciated the support, you knew first hand how annoying and awful they could be

Sure they were supportive but they could also be huge jerks

During the game everything remained pretty neutral

When Riseki, our precious first year was up to serve and panicked, the crowd started in on him

That’s when your irritation started to grow

It had happened at other games but you we’re definitely reaching your limit

You tried your best to remain calm but it was difficult

During the final set, the crowd was all over the place

Boos and cheers were intermixed and your agitation only grew

“YN you ok?” Coach asked, noticing your balled up fist

You simply nodded, “trying to find your chi” as Hinata would put it 😂

When they twins quick was stopped by Hinata and Kageyama, you watched the ball fall as the boys frantically chased for it

You knew it was over and you knew what was about to happen

But unbeknownst to the team, you weren’t going to deal with it

Kita called for the boys to line up as you quickly followed

Akagi, Suna and Kita all watched you come to stand in front of the team

Your arms crossed and you stood in a power stance, protecting your boys

Suna was so mad he didn’t have his phone 😅

“ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!” You screamed as the crowded settled

The guys rn 👉🏻 🧍😐😳

“They boys played their hearts out and sure they have regrets but I swear, if I hear ONE BAD THINGS about them, I will personally ruin EVEDY SINGLE ONE of your pathetic lives! This is the time when our team needs support and if you can’t BE that support, then walk your butts right out that door and never come back!” You shout as the crowd all look at you

The team 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

The crowd 👉🏻😳🫣

The coaches 👉🏻😐😏

You 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Suddenly the crowd starts applauding as the team stands there

“YN is right, these boys played a fantastic game?” Someone yelled

You nodded, happy with the outcome as you strolled off the court and to the sidelines, grabbing your stuff and heading out

The boys silently followed you, Kita in the lead as he spoke

“Umm YN,” he said

You turned around, putting your hand up to stop him

“Kita don’t thank me. I love you guys and I’ll do anything to protect you. You played your hearts out and while I’m sure you have regrets, that match was beyond amazing and well, today just happened to be Karasuno’s day,” you smiled as the boys all started to cry

You set your stuff down, going to hug them as a team

“I gotta say Yn, that was pretty badass,” Suna added

“I’m actually surprised it wasn’t Atsumu who finally broke you,” Osamu said

“Hey! I’m not that hard to deal with!” Atsumu said

“Oh you definitely are Sumu but we all just deal with it because we love you,” you say 🥰

Atsumu 👉🏻🥲 pain

[rintarousgirl]

i wanna be yours - TEASER

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know, the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

- some things to know :

this is not a smau au! or well, it is in a way. there will be bits where it is a smau but every chapter has primarily written parts !

there will be nsfw, but not in great detail

the first chapter is aimed to come out this friday & i’ll try for updates every few days!

request to be on the taglist 💋

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[harry-styles-obsessed]

Were YN is madly in love with harry and propose him. Due to some circumstances he rejected her and Later he accepts it.

YN as Harry's tour assistance

Please x

Thank you for this request!! Sorry for taking forever I’ve been on holiday, but I hope this is okay!

Trigger warnings: swearing- but near to nothing

Harry x tour assistant reader

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

“So what kind of thing were you thinking? America, England then Europe?” You spoke staring at Harry, moving your hands around to get your point across. You did it without even thinking, it was something that was just natural for you: talking with your hands. “I think it would be cool to add in Australia dates as well,” Harry spoke your eyes lingering on his lips as he spoke. You were utterly and completely in love with Harry. You had been his tour assistant for about five months and over those months you had gotten to know him better but also gotten to fall in love with him more and more… you had been bottling up these feelings for him for three months and gods was it becoming unbearable. His sweet lips, his green eyes, his kindness, his humour… fuck… you were obsessed with him. But who wasn’t? This is Harry fucking styles we’re talking about.

A soft hum left your lips and you nodded your head “yeah sure thing,” you wrote a few notes down to discuss with your managers later on “we could even do a wide world tour,” you spoke staring at him with a soft smile Harry’s lips curving up into to a warm smile his dimples appearing making your stomach flutter “wide world sounds good. There’s fans everywhere and you know, the cost of living isn’t exactly helping people buy concert tickets so to minimise that we can put tours all over- Japan, America, England, China, Asia in general, Australia- Everywhere else.” He spoke, this was one of the many reasons as to why you loved him so much and adored him because he spoke in such a beautiful way…. He was just so well spoken and kind and generous. “Okay yeah definitely… so like when you and one direction went on tour yeah? You guys went everywhere. So like that?” Harry nodded a permanent smile on his lips, it would be quite a big budget but you weren’t scared of it. It was going to be exciting to figure something out. Plus you knew it made Harry happy to make his fans happy so either way he was going to be happy and that made you happy. Beyond happy.

“I’ll figure this out with the managers and hopefully it’s successful, if it is I’ll be in contact with you in the next few days,” you spoke “thank you, Y/n I truly do appreciate it.” He reached his hand out towards you and you smiled expecting him to shake your hand but instead he patted you gently on the shoulder making your stomach flutter all over again. You were totally besotted with him. You stared at him with happy gentle eyes a lot of love in your own eyes Harry soon realising you hadn’t stood up “everything okay?” He asked and you cleared your throat “yes yes everything’s fine, sorry,” you chuckled nervously Harry’s green eyes searching your face but before he could’ve even said anything your feelings that you had kept to yourself for months came spurting out of your lips,

“I’m sorry Harry… this is probably really fucking abrupt but… you make me so happy. You’re such a beautiful person and.. I-… I don’t know I just like you… a lot…” Harry’s smile slowly faded, his lips parting in awe before a laugh left his lips yet he soon realised you weren’t laughing, your face was painstakingly anxious and that’s when his smile faded and he stared at you shocked. He didn’t realise you were being serious. He liked you, he did, he really liked you in fact- you were beautiful, someone he cared for and adored but he didn’t think a relationship was the right thing at that present moment especially because of the recent relationship with Olivia… Harry liked to call it a ‘fling’ between them as horrible as that sounded but it was the truth. Harry was the main role in don’t worry darling and Olivia wanted to promote her movie… what better way to promote it than sleep with her new money maker who was easily going to bring her fame and money. Harry didn’t want Olivia to target you and because his relationship with her was still pretty fresh and raw he didn’t feel like it was right to have a romantic relationship with you at that very moment.. sure things could blossom in the future but right now it just wouldn’t be fair on you and although he didn’t say it he cared about you so very much and just wanted the best for you.

“Look y/n you’re wonderful… and I care about you very much but…” he shook his head struggling to find the words. You were a sweet girl and he didn’t want to break your heart. He’d never forgive himself if he ever broke your heart “I just don’t want a relationship at the moment… you’re lovely though and beautiful you are… I’m very uh… flattered? That you think that but I’m just not ready for a relationship.” He spoke carefully and softly, he was usually straight forward but with you he was more tender because he cared so very much for you. You were more than a friend… so much more… yet he wasn’t able to express that at the very moment. Your heart had instantly dropped into your stomach your grip on your notepad tightening and you gulped harshly tears beginning to sting your eyes but you quickly forced a smile “that’s okay,” you let out a soft chuckle attempting to hide the shakiness in your voice but Harry noticed it and it broke his heart “thank you for understanding…” he smiled softly his eyes genuine and apologetic. You slowly stood up “I’ll be in touch soon Harry, have a good rest of your day,” you spoke before quickly leaving your anxiousness only growing yet you quickly forced yourself to calm down… getting rejected was absolutely one of the worst feelings ever. But you respected Harry’s honesty… you respected and were grateful for the fact that Harry was honest with you and didn’t even think to lead you on.

Harry the next few days was overthinking everything. He was thinking everything over and attempting to understand his own feelings and what he truly wanted and after two weeks of no contact from you Harry finally realised that he wanted you. He needed time to think… time to gather his thoughts and finally he had figured out that he didn’t want money, he didn’t want fame, he didn’t want anything…. All he wanted was you. Nothing else, no one else… just you.

And so Harry later on that day went out shopping where he bought chocolates, flowers and ingredients to cook a meal. After that he headed over to your place, and once arriving he knocked loudly on the door- he waited for a while, before eventually hearing the sound of the door unlocking before it was pulled open you coming into view and a warm charming smile formed on Harry’s face “oh.. harry..” you spoke confused, looking down at yourself almost insecure you wore turquoise blue shorts and a random T-shirt yet that soon was the least of your worries as you noticed was was in his hands… flowers… your heart skipped a beat and you gulped harshly “I uh… I just wanted to see whether the offer was still up.” He spoke and you furrowed your brows “the offer for what?” You asked and he smiled softly “the offer to love you.” Those words shocked you your brows raising “to love-“ “I love you y/n. I have done for ages… I just couldn’t tell you right away bec-“ he fell silent as he felt your lips smush against his, his eyes widening slightly at your burst of confidence but he soon placed the bag down keeping a hold of the flowers as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you back gently but deeply all at once… the amount of love in the kiss being portrayed massively.

The flowers were pressed against your back, his free hand stroking against the small of your back as you melted further into him gripping onto his T-shirt tightly his lips tasting delicious… softer than anything…. Just how you had imagined. Before he eventually pulled back a small smile on his lips and he gazed down at you before lifting his hand up to caress against your cheek stroking his thumb against your skin as he searched your eyes softly and gently “you’re so beautiful y/n… let me cook us a dinner, yeah? Let me make you happy….” A soft grin tugged at your lips and you smiled nodding your head before kissing his cheek before dragging him inside the apartment Harry’s finger’s immediately finding yours, like the last piece of a puzzle finally connecting… it was beautiful.

“Also it’s been confirmed… you can do a world tour…” you spoke smirking at the man you loved Harry’s eyes widening with excitement and happiness “well then…. I suppose I better get a extra seat booked hm?” He spoke smiling and you stared at him with wide happy eyes “a seat booked for who?” You asked gently “for you obviously…. Just for you… you’re gonna be coming on tour with me…” a soft happy laugh left your lips before you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he smiled gripping onto you tightly yet gently “gods I love you..” you murmured softly, it was moving so quickly already but you couldn’t wait… it was going to be perfect… “I love you more.” He murmured pressing a kiss to your forehead “love you most…” you spoke smirking forcing a small scoff out of Harry “please, Y/n… I don’t think that’s possible..” he chuckled out gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. For once Harry felt as if this was going to be the start of something wonderful…. Something that was going to blossom into something beautiful… maybe it was too soon to admit it but he knew then and there that he was in love with you. Head over heels. He was going to love you forever… he loved your soul, personality and smile… maybe finally he could spend his life with you: the one he loved more than anything.

[hyewka]

OT5 BAND AU SERIES???? guys.

theyre one of those bands, the ones made in an old dusty garage sort of deal 😭 but instead of letting it go they all decide collectively to sort of yk basically invest EVERYTHING in the band lol like 3/5 are college dropouts but at least they have the safe net of yeonjuns rich family (if you consider an estranged family who basically disowned u a safe net😭😭). too bad they get horrible gigs and are total flops despite being decently skilled🥲

[vurelly]

I find it funny how most people asking about the Virus AU always ask about stuff like ✨guilt✨ and ✨redemption arcs ✨and everytime you're just

no

they're a horrible person

yeah and i love them for it <3

[holymultiplefandomsbatman]

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[eyndr-stories]

A lil teaser scene for tomorrow's chapter of The Stranger The Better :^)

[celestair]

"I DONT CARE HOW MUCH MONEY YOU HAVE TRY TO BRIBE ME AGAIN AND ILL KILL YOU"

nagi- "i think they dont like you very much"

reo- "and i think im in love"

[orchid3a]

so today i woke up and thought about a crossover between corpse party and honkai star rail, i will elaborate in the tags <3

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Karasuno's Manager:

Yaku Falls for Miss Manager

Yaku Morisake featuring Nekoma and Karasuno x Female Manager

Warnings: light swearing, fluff

A/N: This is an request from @lilacveiledsea!

Ahh Yn you are one lucky lady

Seriously Yaku 🥰 he’s such a sweetheart

Demon senpai to some but not to our precious Angel Yn

You unfortunately fortunately were the 2nd year manager for our lovely bby crows

Kiyoko didn’t want to leave you alone so she said you should get another manager 😂

Honestly such a caring move

And trust me, you’ll need it

Not only managing the demon first years but our feral second years as well

But it’s all good because these boys adore you so much

Your relationship was strictly platonic with all of them, despite their very visible crush on you

Honestly, you preferred someone a little more… mature?

Sure let’s go with that 😌

So before Yachi joined the crew it was just you and Kiyoko

Dream team honestly

Kiyoko dealt with all the technical things and you, well you dealt with the children

You and Daichi were a dream team

Daichi was the hard ass disciplinarian and YN was out sweet, consoling angel

“HEY DORKS CUT THAT OUT!” Daichi would scream

“Please be careful! We don’t want you to get hurt!” You’d add

It honestly was so perfect

The atmosphere around Golden week was so exciting

The boys were ready to face their unknown rivals, Nekoma

This was the first time they would be facing Nekoma so everyone was fired up

When you arrived, Kiyoko took care of monitoring the children while you began to gather the water bottles

The crew was talking with Nekoma, Daichi and Kuroo being BeStIeS 🤪

Tanaka and Yamamoto being weirdly twin like and Asahi being the scary, non-scary person scaring all the children

You noticed Suga was talking with someone who looked to be the Libero of Nekoma

You didn’t really have a chance to look at him because you were busy carrying things

BUT 👀 trust when I say he definitely saw you

The sunshine’s on your beautiful hair, you started to glow and Yaku absolutely fell in love

You smiled as Ennoshita offered to help you, Yaku becoming jealous that the smile wasn’t for him

“She’s cute right?” Suga interrupted his thoughts 🙃

“Uhh yeah, who is she?” Yaku questioned, eyes still watching you

“She’s our second year manager AND she’s single,” wing man Suga says

“Good to know,” Yaku says as you walk into the gym

Inside is when you first noticed Yaku watching you

You noticed how cute he was and you blushed when your eyes met his

Suga 👉🏻👀 📝

Kiyoko 👉🏻😐😳😏

team work makes the dream work 💅

“Hey YN why don’t you ask Nekoma if they need help with their water bottles?” Kiyoko suggests as your eyes widen

“O-ok,” you say, turning to head over to them

Nekoma watches you approach

Kuroo smirks

Yamamoto faints

And Yaku, Yaku stares 👁️👄👁️

“Hey, umm I’m YN and I was wondering if you needed help with the water bottles?” You as ask Coach Nekomata nodded and thanked you

Inuoka was just about to ask if you needed help when Yaku spoke up

“ILL HELP!” He may have yelled a little louder

Kai and Kenma 👉🏻👀👀

Kuroo 👉🏻🤨😏

You 👉🏻😳 ok-

Please he was so cute!

“Here let me carry those for you,” Yaku says as you nod

Kiyoko, Suga and Kai 👉🏻😍😍😍

“Is it just me or is Nekoma’s Libero hitting on Yn?” Daichi asks

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Meanwhile-

“Thank you so much for helping me,” you blush as you continue to fill water bottles

“Call me Morisuke please,” Yaku says with a smile

“Thank you Mori,” you say

Yaku dies 😫

As you walk back to the gym, you enter and EVERYONE is looking at you

“Uhh what happened?” You ask Yaku

Yaku 👉🏻😐😑

Please he knows what’s going on

“It’s nothing Yn, they literally are all just sharing one braincell and it’s not functioning right now,” he says as you giggle a little

Yaku 👉🏻 💀

While you observed the game, you continued to sneak glances at Yaku

He didn’t pay much mine but again he was in the game but during timeouts 👀 Yaku would practically stare at you

You blushed as Tanaka and Noya growled

“Knock it off!” You said smacking their heads, “don’t ruin this for me!”

The team 👉🏻😐😳

“Dang Yn and Daichi did a switch,” Yamaguchi said as Tsukki nodded

After the game, Suga and Yaku talked while Noya stared at Yaku

“You are an excellent Libero, even if you are annoying when you stare at OUR Yn,” he says as he runs away

“Ignore him! YN doesn’t belong to anyone,” Suga adds

Yaku nods as he looks over to you as you help clean up

As the boys are prepared to leave, Yaku says ‘it’s now or never’

He runs to you, as you stop and stare

“YN can I have you phone number?” Yaku asks as you smile and nod

“I’d like that!”

Yaku literally swoons as you type your number into his phone

“I’ll text you later!” Yaku yells as he runs back to the team and waves to you

Suga and Kiyoko 👉🏻🥹 our baby is growing up

You smile ad you walk back to your team who are all watching you

“Please don’t make this weird?” You groan as you get on the bus and the team follows asking you a million question

What you don’t realize is Yaku is going through the same thing

Yet he doesn’t regret getting your number, quickly going to text you

“Hey Yn it’s Mori 🙂”

[rintarousgirl]

I WANNA BE YOURS ✩ profiles

CHARACTERS: Y/N L/N, SUNA RINTAROU, MIYA ATSUMU, MIYA OSAMU, ARAN OJIRO, KITA SHINSUKE, KUROO TETSURO, BOKUTO KOUTARO, KENMA KOZUME, AKAASHI KEIJI

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fun fact(s)! -

✩ - bokuto is still a proffesional vb player on MSBY along with sakusa and hinata. atsumu DID play on MSBY but not for long as he worked with kita and osamu to create the band, so he didn't leave a lasting impression on bokuto

✩ - akaashi's account is private because he had a lot of people flooding his dms asking to get to know him better

✩ - kenma streams three times a week (as shown in his bio) and occasionally stars his friends in them

✩ - the band doesn't post that much, but they tend to post as if they ARENT famous (ex. osamu talking about going to the farmers market) and the fans go crazy about how comfortable they are online

✩ - despite being quiet irl, suna posts the most online. he'll post random things such as cats he finds on the sidewalk, what he eats for dinner, just random tweets of emojis or small sentences

✩ - kuroo has so many followers because he's attractive, he (along with the rest of Y/N's friends) are the main reason she has such a big following as they're always reposting her tweets and sharing her information to their accounts as well

✩ - atsumu's header is a picture of him and osamu taken by their ma

✩ - suna has a cat named arabella, as shown in his post

taglist: @gojoscumslut | @mannaornot | @sunarots | @alienvarmint | @fleoresies | @tkooooop | @cheriesdear

[blueiight]

modern day college au lestat x louis imo would be like down south mariah the scientist flunking out of her anesthesiology major for white young thug

[thelargefrye]

there's something about knowing y/n gets into a car accident that makes me smile because i know the boys are going to blame themselves and i get happy??? i think there something wrong with me :>

OMG ANON 😂 you literally just killed me lmao. i was NOT expecting this type of ask. i can tell you that when it first happened hongjoong was trying to think he cause it, but then san comes in and makes him realize 😤👊 that he was at major fault and needs to fix it

[thedreamerfae]

I am so SO TEMPTED to write The Howling Pirate King (THE WEREWOLF PIRATE CAPTAIN YN) but like

Guardian of the Stars has only 5 more chapters until I’m done

But I need to write The Howling Pirate King before it leaves me

Oh fuck, I gotta finished that painting I was making for that one shot that was in my head about YN and the daycare attendants as sirens

But I really want to write the werewolf Pirate Captain YN interacting with the siren boys

But I gotta finish Guardian of the Stars-

[holymultiplefandomsbatman]

The Mission Comes First

Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader

Summary: Jonathan met you long before he came in contact with Angela Burr. When he goes undercover, you join him. Unfortunately, Roper catches and then tortures you to find out who sent you... while Jonathan has to stand by and watch, just like he promised you. The mission comes first, no matter what.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: angst, angst with a bittersweet ending; torture, mentions of torture, implied torture; Roper and Corky being piles of absolute garbage

This fic is a random pile of angst that @muddyorbsblr​ helped me come up with. Thank you so much for throwing ideas around with me, that was a lot of fun. This fic kinda came out of that. I just sat down today and wrote 1.800 words to finish it, I don’t even know how. It was super fun.

I hope everyone likes it since I don’t usually write for Jonathan (but I’ve been wanting to lol).

@lokisgoodgirl​ Maybe you’ll enjoy this too. I actually managed to finish it today, big surprise! 😄

Jonathan stared at the wall across the room, trying to block out the sounds around him. His hands clenched into fists, buried deep in the pockets of his blue suit pants.

He’d known this day could come. The two of you had talked about it multiple times, him trying to pretend it was just a far away scenario while you’d been insistent that you needed to be prepared for the worst.

You were always the more dutiful one.

You were serious where he was hot-headed, calculated where he’d try to act with brute force.

Jonathan blinked harshly as a loud slap echoed through the room, followed by a low groan.

A paint stain on the wall. Whoever was in charge with designing this place had messed up.

You’d grabbed his arm, that one morning before there would be no going back anymore. Your hand held him back, keeping him from entering the car that would bring you to the safe house where you’d be given a make-over and new identities.

Your eyes were gravely serious as you looked at him.

“The mission comes first, no matter what. Promise me.”

Jonathan didn’t know how to react at first. Angela was already waving for them to hurry up and get in the car.

Your grip on his arm only became stronger as you pulled him towards you, your jaw set and your eyes deadly serious.

Literally.

“Promise me. The mission comes first. No matter what.”

Another scream tore through the room. Jonathen gritted his teeth.

No matter what.

He’d told you the same thing, finally watching your eyes grow soft again as you pulled him into a kiss. He’d wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as Angela called for them to get into the car.

You’d smiled at him before you finally opened the door and scooted onto the worn-down seat.

Angela berated you once the car set into motion, talking throughout almost the entire drive to the safe house.

Jonathan tried to keep his eyes open. Squeezing them shut would be too obvious, it’d get him caught. Both of you.

He couldn’t let that happen.

Jonathan hadn’t collected enough information on Roper’s shady deals yet. If he cracked now, they had nothing.

Roper would kill him, and he’d have you taken care of as well – or he’d use you to gain information on their employer and then throw you away like a burnt-out cigarette.

It wouldn’t be that smart, Jonathan mused, killing him first. You were far more resilient than him, a lot harder to crack.

To get to him, Roper wouldn’t have to do much. Simply torturing you was enough – exactly like he was doing now, albeit unintentionally.

To crack you… That was a lot more difficult.

Another scream tore through his resolve. Jonathan’s eyes shifted to a tiny hole in the wall next to the paint stain. Someone had really messed up the design.

The mission comes first, he tried to remind himself.

The words repeated in his head as your screams steadily grew louder, until he almost yelled the phrase into the room.

The mission. The mission comes first. No matter what.

You’d probably known that everything would lead to this. That was why you’d been so insistent, forcing Jonathan to make that promise – knowing for certain that he never broke a promise. Ever.

Just like he’d promised you that, one day, when everything was over and you were free, he would marry you.

It was Jonathan’s own way of making sure he’d have a reason to get through this. If he could cling to the image of you next to the altar, he’d be okay – provided you’d even get any priest to marry you in the first place.

Angela would have to help him there. She owed him multiple times over.

Jonathan took a deep breath. He had this under control, he could do this. He’d stand by and keep up this mask, and soon they’d give up.

Not long now…

Your next scream almost ruptured his eardrums, your broken voice cracking towards the end.

Jonathan flinched. His eyes darted away from the wall, away from his focal point and settled on your crumpled body on the floor. His breath stuttered out of him between parted lips, his heart clenching painfully in his chest.

Your face was swollen, having been beaten black and blue by Corky and his goons. Nasty gashes covered your skin, some still bleeding. Jonathan could even spot cigarette burns on your arms. Your eyes had swollen almost completely shut and your head hung low as you knelt in between the men who’d been torturing you for hours.

Jonathan took a step forward. He couldn’t let them hurt you anymore.

Screw the damn mission! He wouldn’t let them touch you again.

You meant more to him than his own life. If he could get you out of here, he’d do it in a heartbeat. Even if Roper killed him for it.

He had to protect you.

Roper looked at him, pressing a hand to his chest. He studied Jonathan’s face with a frown.

“What do you think you’re doing? Trying to play Romeo and save the damsel?”

Jonathan didn’t answer. He only had eyes for your broken body on the floor.

You slowly shifted to look at him. He caught a glimpse of your eyes through swollen eyelids, the same eyes that had stared at him with so much love before all of this madness started. Your stare was haunting, freezing him to the spot.

You shook your head subtly, your eyes not leaving him.

Jonathan could almost hear your voice in his head even though you didn’t say a word. You promised. The mission, no matter what.

Roper slapped his hand against Jonathan’s chest. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Jonathan took a deep breath. He stepped back into the line of Roper’s other goons before finally looking at the man in front of him. Bile rose in his throat and he had to fight the urge to throw up.

“Sorry,” he got out through gritted teeth, “go on.”

Roper stared at him for a moment longer. He waved his hand towards Corky, his eyes not leaving Jonathan.

Corky apparently got the message and somehow amped up the torture even further.

Your next scream was the loudest so far, and the most drawn-out one as well. Your voice was barely recognizable, the wretched cry burying its claws deep into Jonathan’s chest. He fought the urge to cry as Roper’s cruel eyes stared right into his soul.

Could they see his pain? Did they know just how much he loved you? That having to stand by and do nothing while they tortured you was a fate so much worse than death?

Roper finally turned away. He walked down the line of his goons and stood at the head of their little group, watching the torture in the middle with stone-cold eyes.

What was Jed doing? Did Roper lock her in her room to make sure she wouldn’t interfere with his cruelty?

Jonathan’s vision blurred. He blinked, subtly trying to get rid of at least some tears. It worked. He dug his neatly cut nails into his palms, hoping to use the pain to control himself.

He didn’t know how much longer Corky and the others tortured you until it finally, finally stopped.

Jonathan could barely eat the next morning. He hadn’t slept a wink and he was pretty sure everyone saw it, judging by the whispering between Roper and Corky when he’d entered the room.

He sat quietly at the breakfast table, forcing a piece of bread down his throat. No matter how much water he drank to swallow it, though, his throat remained dry as the desert.

Jed looked at him a couple of times during breakfast as well. It was quite odd considering that she usually didn’t care to even look up when he entered a room. Jonathan couldn’t help but wonder if she’d heard Roper talk about his behavior during the torture yesterday. Maybe she found it funny.

He got his answer surprisingly soon.

When Roper stood up to leave, the sign for everyone else that they had to get out, Jed walked past him.

“265, next to Corky,” she whispered, her fingertips trailing over Jonathan’s arm. He was still wearing the same blue suit jacket from yesterday.

“What?”

Jed paused to reach past him onto the table. “Your damsel. 265,” she said in a low voice, taking the other half of his disregarded breakfast bun and biting into it. Some jam stuck to her lips as she looked at him with those unreadable blue eyes.

Before Jonathan could even respond, Jed walked away, still chewing on his former breakfast. He stared after her in utter confusion.

Why would she suddenly help him?

Corky bumped into him, his elbow digging harshly into Jonathan’s side. “Don’t get ideas, Romeo,” he hissed in a nasty tone.

Jonathan bit his tongue, choosing to fix his jacket so he wouldn’t have to respond. He stared after Roper’s men, imagining how he would slowly kill every single one of them.

Corky looked back at him before he left. His eyes were brimming with hatred.

Jonathan didn’t know how he made it through the rest of the day. He barely remembered anything afterwards. The only thing on his mind was Jed’s words replaying like a broken record.

Your damsel. 265. Next to Corky. 265. Your damsel. Corky. 265. Damsel. 265. Corky.

His heart was in his throat when he tiptoed through the silent hallways of Roper’s mansion late at night. Jed had gone to bed hours ago, with Roper soon joining her. Even Corky had excused himself about two hours ago.

Jonathan’s steps were quiet on the carpeted floor. He wondered briefly why someone would even put carpet into the hallways.

Wasn’t that the sure-fire way to get robbed?

Light shone from beneath Corky’s door.

Jonathan froze. He pressed himself flat against the wall next to the door, listening for any sounds from inside.

For a while, there was nothing. Then the shuffling of clothes and soon two voices moaning.

Jonathan pulled a face, trying not to gag. He already hated the man. He really didn’t want to listen to him have sex, too.

265 wasn’t guarded. The door swung open soundlessly when Jonathan pushed the handle down, trying his best to make no unnecessary noise.

A single window allowed some moonlight into the room. No guards stood outside either. Roper had truly become careless.

A pole stood tall in the middle of the room. It was the only piece of furniture, shining silver in the moonlight. A sunken figure cowered at its feet.

Jonathan’s knees almost gave in. He pressed the door closed before hurrying towards the pole.

“Y/n.”

He fell to his knees in front of you, holding your swollen face gently between his palms. His thumb pushed some hair out of your face – the few strands that were still intact, that was. Roper sometimes enjoyed torturing people by literally having his goons burn the victim’s hair off until only a few patches of wiry hair remained.

Your eyelids fluttered open as much as you could manage with both eyes almost completely swollen shut.

“Jonathan,” you whispered. Your voice was so weak that he wouldn’t have known you even said anything if he hadn’t watched your lips move.

Jonathan couldn’t fight the tears anymore. He gently pressed his forehead to yours, careful not to hurt you. His eyes closed as he held your bruised face in his hands, his tears falling freely.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he choked out between sobs, “I should’ve – I should have told Angela to leave you out of this. To make me work alone. I would’ve been slower, maybe, but you would’ve been –“

Jonathan choked on the word, tears dripping onto his suit pants.

Safe. You would have been safe.

You shook your head. The movement was slow, just as bereft of energy as the rest of your body.

“No,” you whispered. Your voice was stronger this time, just barely. “You might have… might have made it. But I would’ve been stuck a home, just… worrying. And worrying and worrying.”

Jonathan looked up to find you staring straight at him through swollen eyes. Your gaze held the same strength he’d fallen in love with when he first met you in that café all those years ago. Before this hell.

You’d smiled at him, that same professional smile he used for hotel guests every day, but your lips twitched when you handed him the change, your fingertips brushing his palm as you dropped the coins into his waiting hand.

Jonathan went to that same café almost every day after that, whenever his own job allowed it. You soon started greeting him by name, even memorizing his usual order. In hindsight it was almost embarrassing how long it took him to ask you out.

The blinding smile on your face when you accepted was worth every second.

Jonathan bit his lip, fighting another sob. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered again. His voice trembled, almost as much as his hands when he brushed his thumbs over your skin once more. “Please forgive me…”

You shook your head again. The cuffs tying you to the pole rattled as you surged forward, cursing under your breath.

“Don’t apologize,” you mumbled after a moment. Your voice was still so damn weak. “Please don’t. This isn’t your fault.”

Jonathan opened his mouth to argue but your serious gaze silenced him immediately.

“I’d rather get… beaten up and tortured… than having – having to sit at home alone. Never knowing when you come home. If you come home.”

Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut. Your lips tasted salty when he leaned in to kiss you, as gently as possible.

“I’ll marry you when this is over,” he said afterwards, his voice more stable this time.

You chuckled weakly. “You better…”

This time, Jonathan actually managed to smile. He shook his head, looking at your bruised face in amusement and disbelief.

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“Good. Because I’ve had the… the dress in my closet… for months.”

Your lips twitched with a hint of that smile from the coffee shop.

Jonathan could barely breathe for a second. You’d been beaten and tortured until you were hanging onto life by sheer willpower alone. Yet even while your body was so weak, you hadn’t lost your spirit. Your fight.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on your face. He didn’t know what else to say to express how deeply he cared about you.

Jonathan slowly got up and walked towards the door. His chest was tight as he thought about having to leave you alone, having to stand by again and letting Roper play his twisted games with you.

He stopped with his hand on the door handle, looking back at you.

Your split lips stretched into a weak grin.

“Give ’em hell, tiger.”

Jonathan nodded. He opened the door and stepped back into the hallway, leaving you alone in the darkness.

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