#all i did was just change the hair and eyebrows and smoothen out the jaw..... i was lazy as fuck llolllll

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Former SOLDIER, actually

The Cloud Strife version of this drawing I did like. a day ago?

#all i did was just change the hair and eyebrows and smoothen out the jaw..... i was lazy as fuck llolllll #me distantly remembering that cloud had moles and shit but forgetting where they were: cowabunga #his little freaky eyes..... they glow in the dark. i just know it #my eyes on the other hand are about to melt out of their sockets #i went back and fixed up the belt buckles and shadows bc those things were bugging me a lot in the other pic #anyway. mr unreliable narrator i love you <3 #only just realising... he's kinda leaning to one side. like a slut. ough. sorry man #“i wouldn't know. i've never been a slut. sorry man” #cloud strife #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #artoftheagni #people who follow me are gonna be like “why is he posting about this little gremlin” and im terribly sorry but you see. you see The Gremlin #The Gremlin right? yeah. The Gremlin

[roo-ster-brad-shaw]

Desires in the Dark

A dark mafia romance between Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and female character

Warnings: Themes of torture, death, swearing, rough sex, sex without consent, kidnapping. Fluff and Smut. Suggested for those above 18 years of age.

Note: You can change the description and note of the fem character to match your needs. Most importantly enjoy reading all you filthy people 😉

Chapter 5

A million questions ran through my mind- how did he get my number, how does he know where I live, can I say no. I shakily inhaled a breath as the last question ran through my mind- what should I do now. My head snapped in the direction of the bell ringing. Who the hell could that be? Before I could say anything, Elani jumped off the bed and skipped to open the door.

I grabbed her hand and whispered softly, “Elani, no.” She just quirked an eyebrow at me as she shook my hand off and hurried to open the door. She opened the door just as the delivery guy’s hand rose to ring the bell a second time. Elani’s mouth dropped open as she took in the man in front of her. He was wearing a casual leather jacket and blue shirt. He had auburn hair, almost blond if it was 2 or 3 shades lighter. He had aviator sunglasses hung in his shirt and looked like he had a great figure underneath all those clothes. He had a parcel in his hands, wrapped in brown paper.

“Parcel for Ms. Aditi Sharma?” He answered with a blush on his face. I moved ahead and took the parcel from his hands and turned around to close Elani’s mouth, her jaw was almost dropping on the floor.

(AN: This is the reference image for Jake.)

“Yes, I’m Ms. Sharma. Thank you for the parcel, Mr.?”

“Jake. Jake Seresin. And who’s this gorgeous lady?” He asked while gesturing towards Elani.

“My best friend, Elani Verma.”

“H-hiiiii”, Elani gave him a small finger wave as she hid her mouth behind her other hand. She was badly blushing and she knew it.

Jake blushed and he quickly blurted, “Ms. Sharma, Mr. Bradshaw has requested your presence at the dinner tonight. Since you haven’t responded, shall I convey your denial to him?”

I contemplated for a second. Could I still say no?

“Ma’am, he will not force you if you say no. He is a very respectable man, please do not embarrass him by saying yes for the heck of it. He truly wants you to come if you are genuinely interested.” He said earnestly, trying his best not to look at Elani.

“Of course, Mr. Seresin. I would love to join him for dinner. Please convey my regards to him.”

“Thank you, ma’am. He’ll be delighted to hear your response.” He nodded curtly and gave a small smile to Elani as he left.

Elani broke out of her reverie as she asked me, “What dinner and who is this ‘Mr. Bradshaw’?”

“It’s the stranger from last night. He texted me before Jake arrived.”

“That’s impeccable timing”, she said surprised.

“Hmm”, I hummed in response as I reread the text. Bradley, I like how it sounded. It was just as I had imagined. I already imagined calling him Brad. But I had a feeling I could come up with an even better nickname, I just had to give myself time to get to know him. My imagination went wild as I recalled last night’s fantasy. I fantasized screaming his name in bed as he pleasured me. I blushed slightly as I distracted myself, feeling myself getting wet at just that thought.

“Let’s go have break fast?” I asked Elani, finding a way to keep myself out of my day-dreams.

“Sure”, she said it so absentmindedly that I had to flick her forehead till she listened to me.

“OW! What was that for?”

“Where were you?”

“No where” But I knew exactly where her mind had wandered to. I myself was there a moment ago, with a different person of course. For her, it was Jake.

The rest of my day was pretty normal, except for the fact that I had spent my free time fantasizing about Bradely. It was 5 pm now. I had already bathed and air-dried my hair so that it smelled as good as possible and was as soft as possible. My hair was quite straight due to the smoothening I got done regularly in India, my home-land. I naturally had very curly hair, that became wavy when brushed. But, if left open, they would all stand up and I didn’t like that very much as they then became very hard for me to manage. I really liked my new hair, I even had curtain bangs that framed my face and eventuated its roundness, giving me a more kiddish and chubby appearance. I sorted through my cupboard and found matching red and silver jewellery for my dress. I had opened it and taken a quick peak at it, but I wanted to take it in completely when I wore it while getting ready. I went to change next.

After changing in my bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I sucked in a breath as I took in the gorgeous red dress. The dress was short, for my usual taste, but I looked beautiful in it regardless. It barely reached my knees and had an illusion neckline (a neckline that just hid my breasts out of view with a red sheer fabric that reached up to neck, like a choker). I knew though, that since I was bigger than most girls, if I bent too low or leaned too forward, I could give a nice peak of paradise to Bradely. Along with that it had red sheer sleeves that came up to my wrists. They had glittery details just like the illusion neckline along with cuff like strap at the end, on my wrists. The dress, apart from the sheer parts, was completely red, with glittery fabric. The skirt had some extra material underneath to give it that princess-like poof and it had a waist right under my breasts which flattered my body type. I grinned at myself in the mirror. I was going to impress Bradley in this. His choice had been perfect.

(AN: So for those who couldn't get it, here's a visual representation. Take the colour and glitter of dress 4, add a little bit of the poofy skirt from dress 3, add the sleeves of dress 2 along with a glitter on it's sleeves and the neckline of dress 1. That's the dress.)

I did my make-up really simply with a light coverage foundation and a little bit of blush, light lipstick, heavy kajal and slight silvery eyeshadow. I wasn’t really a pro at it, but I did it just so that it could compliment my dress. I wore my favourite perfume, dangly silver earrings, favourite  sleek black watch, that I wore everywhere, on my right hand and a silver bracelet on my left one. I grabbed a silvery side bag and wore silver heels to compliment the outfit. I stepped out of our shared bedroom and met Elani’s eyes. I twirled in the outfit to get her opinion on the outfit.

“It’s a gorgeous dress but what makes it even more pretty is the woman wearing it.” Elani winked at me.

“Thanks”, I mumbled and smiled at her.

“Now go enjoy your night and let me enjoy mine peacefully.” I could tell that she was upset as she was home alone that night. I wanted to surprise her but I did say anything yet, not while I didn’t know if my surprise could come to fruition.

I heard the doorbell ring. I knew who was waiting for me on the other side, after all it was 7 pm now. I cracked it open just slightly to peak outside where I meet his eyes. I opened it fully ajar now, and took in his tux. He looked handsome. He had combed his hair back. He no longer had his Ray Bans hanging around his neck. He took my breath away. And when I met his eyes again, I could see that I had had the same effect on him. He sucked in a breath as he held his hand out for me to hold. I took it and waved back to Elani with my other one and I shut the door behind me. I pulled him into a hug and smelled his perfume, it was deep, woody and manly. There was a hint of ocean in it which took me back to my childhood summers, many of which were spent on Mumbai beaches.

His hand wrapped around my waist and his head rested on top of mine, smelling my hair. I looked up and he cupped my cheek. I enjoyed feeling the warmth on my cheek and tip-toed up to kiss him deeply. I pulled away and looked into his hazel eyes as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

I whispered to him, almost breathless from the encounter, “What have you done to me, Bradley? I would never have done this had I been the Aditi I was before. You have changed me. I don’t wanna be apart from you even though I don’t even know you well. Hell, I don’t even know your last name. What magic have you cast on me?”

“I don’t know, baby girl. But it the same one you’ve cast on me. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. I want you, and I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I can’t seem to control myself; I can’t focus; I can’t do anything without imagining how it would be for you to be there and experience it with me.”

I blushed at his response. I could relate to him. I whispered again, “I think we have a dinner to go to”, and smiled at him. I wiped the lipstick off his lips and walked towards the stairs.

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

#top gun fanfiction #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw smut #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster fanfic #mafia rooster #mafia imagines #mafia fiction #rooster smut #rooster fluff #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw mafia #mafia smut #mafia fluff #dark romance #dark au #rooster au #bradley bradshaw au

[agoodgoddamnshot]

Joe/Nicky - Nightmares [G]

Joe keeps watch over Nicky during one of his nightmares. Fluff & Angst. 

Nightmares plagued all of them. Dreams about each other stopped as soon as they met. Nicky had a nice way of thinking about it. Destiny. They’ve all been alive for far too long to believe in any god or higher force. Nothing had a sense of humour that cruel to make a person able to live forever, and then to snatch it away with no rhyme or reason. Though maybe something does, and its play with them. Maybe in some long-forgotten past life, they pissed someone or something off just enough to warrant this curse.

Maybe they’re memories. They seem familiar enough. Past skirmishes and wars, and friends lost along the way. He doesn’t like to dwell on them. Being flung awake drenched in a cold sweat and gasping for breath is enough. But one has to wonder.

His memory can only stretch back so far. Then things start to get grainy. He can’t remember the streets of his home, but he can just about make out the general shape of his mother’s face, or the smell of olive oil and garlic.

He remembers the first time he killed Nicky. And the first time Nicky killed him; which was fair, Joe did strike first. And he remembers every look and grazing of fingers against skin and every smile that erupted out of a kiss.

Nicky makes it easier. They all help each other, in their own ways. Joe talks. Booker listens. Andy offers a walk to shake the last chill of fear out of the bones. Nicky stays, waiting until the trembling stops and his heart can slow down.

He remembers the first time; blue eyes watching him through the lapping flames of a campfire, a soft frown creased along Nicky’s brow. He remembers trying to go back to sleep, staving off the cold fear that shivered through him. And his ears twitched at the sound of boots crunching and shifting gravel. A body sat beside him, on his side of their camp. Warm eyes washed over him, keeping the shadows at bay; just until the sun could peer over the nearby mountains and flood light into the cave they had taken shelter in.

Now, though, he curls around Nicky. Or Nicky rests his head on his chest, an arm and leg thrown over him, half-pinning him down to the bed, as if he would get dragged away. Warmth blooms through him then. Even in the worst, storm-riddled nights, he’s warm and safe and anchored.

For the first time in a long time, peace laps and settles over the house. Tucked away in some backstreet of Florence, they’re just waiting for Copley to tell them that it’s clear enough to break cover. After everything that’s happened, the last thing they need is eyes falling back on to them.

So they sleep. Well, most of them do. Andy is still getting used to the whole sensation of it; always having been the one to keep watch throughout the nights. But now she doses like the rest of them, occasionally surfacing at the slight creak of a floorboard or the thrill of a bird outside. When Joe glances over, his eyes soften at the blanket strewn over her, a pillow curled beneath her as she drifts further down into sleep. Nile keeps watch for the night, content enough to perch by the balcony and look out on to the sprawling terracotta city in front of her.

Two thin and worn mattresses pushed together into the corner of the would-have-been living room make up their bed. They sleep how they always have, comfortably and entangled in each other. Even sleeping, their hands clutch on to anything of the other’s that they can find; hands, arms, fistfuls of tees.

Joe breathes. His nose is nuzzled into the back of Nicky’s head. He smells clean, freshly showered and the familiar musk of the man coats the roof of his mouth and settles. He stays like that for God only knows how long. He’s content to be there, swaying in and out of sleep, the familiar scent of his partner lulling over him.

He doesn’t’ know what time it is. An ink-black sky speckled with stars stretches on outside. The first thing he sees through bleary, sleep-sore eyes is Nicky’s shoulders beginning to tremble. His scent changes. Something acrid and bitter stings the roof of Joe’s mouth. His nose wrinkles. Joe makes a quiet nose in the back of his throat. He reaches for one of Nicky’s hands, squeezing firmly. It’s alright. I’m here. You’re safe.

It tempers the worst of the tremors, but Nicky’s face still pulls in tightly, a grimace stating to etch into his brow and lips before his breathing starts to stutter.

Joe wades further into consciousness. Shaking the last of sleep from himself, he hushes Nicky tightly. Tremors. Breathing. Noise. He knows what will nip and snarl at Nicky’s nape as a nightmare chases him down. All he can do is try and chase it off. If all else fails, he can just make sure it doesn’t startle the other man too much.

A whine slips out between Nicky’s lips. And then he’s flung. Whatever had been stalking and toying with him was done with their play. Nicky’s eyes snap open, darting around the room as he tries to make sense of what’s what.

Joe shushes him. “It’s alright,” he thrills in Italian, the familiar lull of it lapping over the other man.

Nicky looks over his shoulder. Blue eyes, wide and glinted with fear, settle when they land on Joe. “Angelo,” he breathes, turning in Joe’s arms. Joe loosens them just enough for Nicky to move. The man turns and curls up against Joe’s chest, settling his ear just over his heart. A steady rhythm. One Nicky tries to copy. His own heart hammers and stutters in his chest, at fear of breaking out through his ribcage or coming up his throat.

Joe cards his fingers through Nicky’s hair. It still smells like the generic pharmacy-brand shampoo. And beneath it all, there’s a twinge of something sour. Fear. “You’re alright,” he gentles, combing hair and helping Nicky regain his breath.

Its the worst thing in the world; usually kind and gentle eyes chilled with fear. He doesn’t deserve it. None of them do, but especially Nicky. He’s too kind for what this world has become.

He still trembles. And Joe’s heart aches as he tries to soothe and gentle. He casts a quick glance over Nicky’s shoulder. Nile is watching them from the balcony. She quirks an eyebrow. Alright?

Joe sighs, lifting a shoulder. Nightmare.

Nicky’s nose buries into the hollow of his throat. Every trembling breath eventually evens out and begins to settle. The others can offer all the help they like; Joe settles Nicky and Nicky settles Joe. Each lungful of scent pulled in eases tensed up muscles and a flighty mind. So he smoothes his hand over Nicky’s shoulders and back. He cards his fingers through his hair. He hums something that might have been a lullaby from his mother.

He won’t ask what’s haunting him. Nicky will tell him in his own time. And he can probably hazard a guess as to what it might have been this time. Only because his own nights have been soured with the same heart-stopping and stomach-churning thought.

“Tesoro.”

Joe peers down. Nicky’s usual glimmering blue eyes look back at him. Behind all of it, there’s still a small glint of fear still lingering.

Joe’s heart clenches. “You’re safe,” he mumbles, the words tumbling out from his lips without much thought. They’ve been through countless sleepless nights. Nicky’s brow smoothens. Reaching out tentatively, because there is always the chance that a night terror could come stalking back. Joe brushes the backs of his knuckles over the arch of a cheekbone. “Nothing will ever hurt you,” he breathes. “Not while I’m around.”

The frown returns. Nicky’s face blanches as his hands begin to tremble.

“You won’t be left alone, caro,” Joe insists, trailing the tips of his fingers along Nicky’s jaw. “You’re stuck with me. Understood?”

Nicky’s mouth cracks open. Words try to spill out, but they catch in his throat.

Joe’s eyes harden. He will not have night terrors and evil anxious whispers breathing ridiculous ideas into his lover’s ear. “You and I are bound together,” he mutters, catching Nicky’s cheek in his palm. A soft swell of warmth blooms in his chest at the sight of Nicky’s eyes fluttering closed, and he nuzzles into the touch. He thumbs over the ridge of Nicky’s cheekbone. “I know it’s confusing and scary. But we’ll find out why what happened to Andy happened. Until then, it’s you and me. Like always.”

A long slow sigh leaves the other man. “Ti amo.” Eyes drift down and linger on his lips. It’s as natural to them as breathing; leaning forward to catch lips, sighing contently when their noses brush.

This is all either of them ever needed. Each other. And it’s the source of so much grounding; as long as he’s wrapped around the other man, he’ll be fine. As long as he has those blue eyes looking back at him, and that shy smile he tries to hide whenever Joe looks at him, everything is good.

Nicky breaks them apart, but keeps their foreheads pressed together. Their noses brush and a shared breath sits between them. Words linger on the tip of his tongue. But he swallows. “It’s ridiculous,” he breathes, nestling into their shared bed. A light laugh rattles out of him. He reaches up, skimming his fingers over Joe’s forearm. Skin erupts into gooseflesh. “I’ve had you for longer than anyone has had anyone,” he whispers, “and it’s still not enough time.”

Joe clicks his tongue. “You act as though I’m going somewhere,” he mumbles. And he isn’t. This is his family. His life has no meaning with Nicky.

The other man thins his lips. “It’s not up to you, though,” he replies, his hold on Joe’s arm tightening.

It’s stayed with him. It stayed with all of them. Eyes have lingered on Andy since they drove away from Merrick’s labs. No one mentions it, but it sits on each of their tongues.

They can die.

Joe shakes the thought from his mind. “Shh, now, caro,” he brings himself closer to Nicky. Het blooms where they’re pressed against each other. He parts just for a second, reaching for a blanket kicked down to the foot of their makeshift bed. He tugs it over the both of them, settling down with the other man with a sigh. Nicky’s eyes blearily droop closed. He clambers to stay awake – with Joe, where it’s safe – but he sinks further and further down as sleep washes over him. Joe presses a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be right here, my love. Sleep now.”

#the old guard #nicky x joe #joe x nicky #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo of genova #joe/nicky #nicky/joe

[the-messedup-priorities-so-far]

sticker fic:

brought to you by the sticker ficcers, @xojo​ and @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover​.

the narrated version:

"Morning, Sunshine." Says Dean. "Some coffee?"

"SCREW YOU." Says Sam. His glorious hair is wet.

"How dare you!" Says Dean. His mouth's the O-shape of offense. He's also putting on the dead guy robe for some reason.

"BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!" Sam bitchfaces. In his eyes, is a glint which says, as he does - blah, blah, blah, blah. Then, he casts down his gaze. "Well, you are kinda butch."

Dean's eyes widen. His eyebrows don't rise. Instead of surprised, he looks shocked. Then he smirks, and quickly grows a stubble. With completely black eyes, he says. "I'm a demon."

Crowley appears, smirking. "Hello, boys."

"ASSBUTT." Castiel bellows. 

No one had known he was there.

"What's wrong with you?" Says Crowley, after quickly growing a stubble as well.

Castiel folds his arms. It makes the trenchcoat look fitted. You know, like a liar.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks, tucking his hair behind his ear at supersonic speed. No one knows when it happened. But he's Sam Fucking Winchester, so they know it did.

"I don't know!" Dean scratches his ear. He does not know the question was for Castiel. He makes his eyes as sad as they can be - and they can be impressively sad. One eyebrow strays up, floating on a cloud of misery. "I never was."

Sam looks alarmed in a V-neck. 

This is important information. Absolutely integral.

"Cat's out." Says Cas. He's rude, because his lips do a rude thing. And because of what he said. His eyes mock tragedy.

"Shut your face." Dean points. Pointing is rude. He does it anyway. While he does it, Sam grows bangs. "Oh god."

He lies down on the floor.

"Don't say that to me." Says Sam, with dimples of depression. He buries his face in his hands. Must feel pretty, the author conjectures.

"Come on." Dean says. He's frowning, and on a park bench. He looks closer with concentration and develops a double chin. Then he gels his hair really quickly and adds. "You look like a baby."

"SCREW YOU." Says Sam. His hair is wetter. His head is wet as well. Then he dries it with a whoosh no one notices, and looks away in disdain. He is in an open collared shirt. The author hopes you take note of these plot points carefully.

Dean shrieks.

Dean cries at a mirror.

Dean scowls, unimpressed. Ironically, his scowl is impressive. Moreover, it deages him.

Cas shrieks too. His eyes scream horrifiedness. His nostrils flare. You could see his molars, if you tried. The author tries.

Dean looks at a corner. "I don't even care anymore."

Charlie pokes her head out of a yellow car. Not enough is visible to be ugly, but readers are advised to assume it's ugly. "What's up bitches?" She's wearing a seatbelt. Gays are awesome.

"Kind of in the middle of something." Says Dean. His forehead has creases which have no right being pretty. They're pretty.

"I know. I was surprised too." Says Cas.

No one knows what he means.

Sam, suddenly lit in a green light, shows that he doesn't know what he means. He doesn't wait for an explanation, and raises his hand. "That's enough, uh yeah, thanks."

Sam is rude, beautifully.

The author is very helpful with pointing out plot points, as ever.

"You done?" Says Claire and her french braid.

Chuck is there now. He has an extremely white mug. It could have coffee inside. It could also have poison. The author does not identify as a journalist, and is not required to be unbiased.

"Do you have any bacon?" Says Chuck. He has curls. They hide the evil under.

"No." Jack says, blank faced for some reason. "You back off. Old man."

"Back off." Says Sam, in a slightly greater font size. One (1) lock of hair strays from his perfect mane, and falls on his face. It's still perfect, the author assures. Then Sam quickly gets shot, and his forehead pierced with metal rods. It's clearly for the vibe. Because Sam says, "I will destroy you." He does not say it periodlessly.

"Yeah. That's right." Says Jack. He pouts, because he's right. He can, because he's Jack.

Sam looks proud of him with a spotted blue tie and shiny, conditioned hair.

The author loves him very much.

part two, if you're the kind of person who wants it:

Rowena purses her lips, ending up with dimples of discontent.

"Balls!" Bobby cries out. Then he takes off his cap for some reason before adding, "Were you ever nice?"

"Shut up!" Dean yells over his shoulder. He fixes her with an offended stare - as if not shutting up would be offensive on her part.

"I hate to interrupt." Says Rowena, interrupting. "What the hell is this?" She looks appalled. Perhaps she's realized she just interrupted.

He's excellent at delivering backhanded insults like that. The author is proud of his newfound subtlety.

"Gun. Mouth. Now." Dean simply reaffirms Bobby's accusation - because he's awesome like that. "Shut your face." He also says, pointing at them all, to further illustrate his paternal figure's point.

Crowley plants his chin in his palm, and looks at the floor with an unreadable (the author swears she tried) glint in his eyes. "Kill me." Perhaps they're tears.

"Oh, they don't miss me." Cas lets out, matter-of-factly, as he sips from his teacup of coffee.

"I think this was just a minor misunderstanding." Sam steps in, and brings puppy bangs with him to solidify his statement.

The author tries and fails to survive staring at them.

Dean clicks his tongue, and manages to resemble a squirrel to a T. Or an S. Everyone's entitled to spell words differently, English is a weird language.

Sam looks at Dean, irritated. "Make it stop." He grits out, clenching his jaw. He's replaced the bangs with sideburns. They have more potential to seem irritated.

"Maybe." Cas pouts, inexplicably.

"What?" Dean sounds positively aghast - but it's toned down from the years of practise from being in the poetic kind of love with the only angel in the world for him - and thus, only shows up in his eyes.

"You don't understand." Cas picks up a salesboy by his collar. He's so whimsical, the author completely gets why Dean's head over heels for him. Cas keeps everyone - especially salesboys who don't get him pie - on their toes.

"You look like a baby." Dean informs him, all laugh-lines and dimples. "Okay, all right." He says next, gruff, trying to smoothen out the curve of seeming like a goner for Cas.

Cas shoots him a discouraging look. "Ouch." He bites his bottom lip, and closes his eyes - and everyone in a seven mile radius ends up pregnant.

True story.

Also, Narendra Modi shows up, namaste-ing the phenomena that is Cas.

"Shhhhit!" Cas squints. He knows a thing or two about horrible, prejudiced political leaders, from an alternate universe Cas's experiences.

"Oh god." Sam adds, regrowing bangs really quickly.

Modi whispers into his phone, eyes trepidly on everyone in the room, and a hand covering his mouth.

Dean stares, unimpressed. Or so it seems until he says, "You gotta teach me how to do that."

Modi shoots the universal gesture for OK at him.

"I will stab you in your face." Dean declares, with parted hair and an office tie. "I'm gonna get my gun." Now he's got sleep-floofed hair and the dead guy robe. Threatening Dean Winchester sure is impressive like that.

(Maybe he'd wanted to learn right away, and took Modi's OK as dismissal.)

(Meh.)

"Maybe you could be a little less... Lord-ly?" Sam cuts in, with his best lawyer impression. Nobody's sure who it's directed to - Dean, the Indian PM, Cas even? - but it doesn't matter because his eyebrows curve like parentheses of reasonability, hair tucked completely behind his ears - and everyone listens to this Sam.

"OKAY." Dean mumbles, sticking a needle in a doll. Or so, the author assumes he's doing.

Sam stares at him blankly for a beat, and then sighs into a smile. His hair's now long enough to curl magnificently at his neck. "You're too precious for the world." He strangles out, basically choking on the sentiment as he grabs Dean, and smushes him into a hug.

Cas smirks, smug.

"Oh, you." Sam pulls back enough to suddenly be in a maroon cardigan as he gazes at his brother through spectacled eyes of adoration.

Dean pulls him in then, bringing Sam down to his height - and Sam's hair escapes the ponytail grandly enough to fall over his face in perfect, messy locks.

The author's already weak heart stutters in her chest, and proceeds to give up entirely.

"Oh. No." Cas exclaims. Probably not for the author, but it's a sweet, borderline necromance-y coincidence. And then, unexplanably, he tilts his head and furrows his brow. "The whore."

Dean sighs, and facepalms. Sam changes into a grey button-up, and looks away into the distance.

The author daydreams too hard about being looked at like that, and loses it entirely.

Fin.

#crack #sticker fic #im afraid of tagging further

[pinkettepoet]

In Which They Hear Wedding Bells

Summary: hi! the reader gets bucky - who she has a flirty relationship with - to be her date to a wedding. everyone thinks they're finally actually dating but she denies everything, not knowing bucky actually loves her. throughout the wedding which is filled with flirting, funny comments, and lovesick gazes, the pair are soon brought to a funny situation which leads to feelings being confessed.

Request: by the queen, @slowly-but-shurley.

Warnings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Fluff.

Note: This is gonna be a toughie one! I literally know nothing about fluff. Oh well, YOLO. Hope you guys enjoyed this! Also, I haven’t seen Infinity War yet so I beg you, NO SPOILERS.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.”

Waking up your best friend in the mornings was no easy task, especially if he was a brooding man — who was secretly a teddy bear underneath. Despite having lived together for about three years, that man surprised you with his ability to sleep for so long.

Unfortunately, today was not the right time to be despising the mornings. So you worked hard on waking up Bucky. That included banging pots and pans, jumping on the bed, and poking his cheek. All the while taking a five minute break at intervals to put magnets on his metal arm.

This continued for about twenty minutes until the most perfect idea rushed through your very thoughts. It was a flawless plan. Shuffling closer, you whispered in his ear, “Steve’s in the kitchen, he brought donuts.”

In an instant, Bucky opened his eyes. The blanket that he held onto so tightly fell down to his waist as he sat up straight, revealing the lean chest of his that left you gaping for air. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, “Steve?”

You averted your eyes to his face. Shaking your head, “Nope. Just me.”

Bucky leaned closer to you. He stretched his arm out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand then fall to your jaw ever so gently before whispering, “Just you, huh?”

The both of you stayed like that for a second, just staring intently into each other’s eyes, until you realized what you two were doing and jumped away from his grasp. Clearing your throat and straightening your posture right away. “You should— uhm— get ready. The car will be here soon.”

Without even waiting for his reply, you scurried off to your room to get changed. Contrary to popular belief, you actually got ready faster than Bucky. In fact, it was about twenty-five minutes until he joined you in the kitchen where you were munching on an apple.

There he stood, smelling sweet of aftershave and lemons, clad in a dark tux that had you drooling. Walking over to him, you smoothened the creases in his suit, then looked up to him and said with a smile, “You look very handsome, Buck.”

Bucky’s eyes drifted to the dress you wore, grinning at how perfectly it captured the essence of your beauty. On instinct, he placed his hands on your waist, drawing you closer. “And you look very beautiful today.”

You settled your head on his chest, loving the faint noise of his heart beating. It seemed as though the both of you were swaying to a silent rhythm slowly. “I can’t believe Nat and Bruce are getting married. I’m so happy for them.”

You two snap out of your trance and leap out of each other’s hold as a loud honking noise blasted from outside the quaint house you shared together.

Bucky gave you another one of his precious smiles, and offered you his arm to hold. “Ready, doll?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” With that, you took his hand and you both sped off the the limousine that Tony sent to pick you up. It was sweet, you thought, for Stark to pay for all the expenses for today’s event. But knowing him, everything must’ve been extravagant.

It was about four hours before you arrived to the church. It was small yet adorned with the prettiest of flowers you’ve ever seen. There wasn’t one person who passed by you that wasn’t a familiar face. There were the Avengers, of course. The extended too. And some agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. with Nick Fury.

Sudden pressure was at the side of your head. It appeared to be Bucky placing a flower in your ear — so happened to be the one you favored most. In surprise and awe, you gasped, “Bucky! I’m not sure you can do that.”

“Who cares?” He mumbled, slipping his arm back around your waist again.

It was still quite early so you hang around the front of the church, gathering with some of the new arrivals and having a little chat. Some of them you haven’t seen for weeks. One of them was Steve Rogers.

Bucky and Steve slipped into a conversation right away. The joy in Bucky’s face made you smile — although you might’ve looked like a creepy person to an outsider, just staring at the side of his face. Steve saw this but only beamed happily.

“So I take it Bucky finally asked you out?” Steve gestured to the minimal amount of space you had apart. “I never thought he’d actually do it. Man, you should hear the way he talks about you.”

At his words, Bucky began coughing awkwardly, the color pink already tinting his cheeks. He shook his head violently.

You thought this was a sign of help so you gave Steve a smile in reply. “No, we’re not dating. Though, I want to hear what Bucky has been saying about me. Nothing bad, I hope.”

“Oh, it’s all good. In fact—” Steve was interrupted by another series of Bucky’s violent coughs, only this time it was added with a dark glare. Steve grinned but nodded, “You know, I think Sharon’s calling me. I got to go.”

Once he left, you immediately turned to Bucky with a devilish smirk. “I never thought you were one to backstab a friend, Barnes. What did you say to him?”

He only shook his head once more, smiling as he pulled you to the crowd that was heading inside the church. “That you burn the food every time and are a very bad roommate.”

The wedding itself was magical. Natasha’s entrance was just perfection, it definitely showed a vulnerable side to her that you adored. You didn’t want to admit it, but the ceremony had you crying. Unfortunately, Bucky saw this and chuckled at your state.

“I didn’t know you could cry,” He whispered, scooting closer to you.

You smacked his chest out of the emotional overload. Wiping away the tears — which might’ve ruined your makeup — you said, “Shut up. Don’t tell me you won’t cry at your own wedding.”

“I don’t think I’ll have my own wedding, doll.” He muttered lowly, the familiar rasp sending chills down your spine.

“And why not?” You whipped your head to turn to him, eyes widening at his answer.

Bucky took a moment before answering you, sighing deeply as he could before staring at you. “Because the woman I like doesn’t feel the same way.”

The reception came in no time, pretty soon everyone was piling into their cars and to the place Tony rented out for the feast. And man, did it not disappoint. For such a small crowd, it was rather big with chandeliers everywhere and spaces big enough for a giant.

Nonetheless, the buffet was amazing. Once the wine was being served, you downed every single glass. By the eighth glass, you struggled to walk properly and form a coherent sentence. Exactly why Bucky almost had a heart attack when he saw you on the dance floor, jumping and dancing off-beat to some random pop song.

“Bucky!” You squealed, latching onto him as you tripped over your own feet trying to sway to the music. Giggling like a lunatic, “Knock knock!”

“Who’s there?” He smiled, catching you by the waist as he straightened you up.

“Banana!” You snorted, laughing even though the punch line wasn’t delivered yet. However everything right now was hilarious, like the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you — it was fairly ticklish at the moment.

“You’re so drunk right now,” He said, twirling you around. “Alright. Banana who?”

“Knock knock!” You slurred, laughing yet again when Bucky lowered you a bit to dip you.

“Who’s the—”

“Banana!” As if he were a child, you squeezed Bucky’s cheeks together. “Knock knock!”

“This is getting old, doll.” He said, playfully swatting your hands away.

Then you pouted, sniffling as if you were about to cry. Then Bucky laughed, “Damn it, doll. Don’t cry. Okay, okay. I’ll play. Who’s there?”

“Orange!” You gasped in shock, widening your eyes in surprise of your own words.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, wondering if you actually knew how to tell the joke. “Orange who?”

“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?” You wheezed, snorting like a pig a couple of times, holding Bucky for support as you laughed the night away.

In the midst of your giggles, Bucky cupped your face with his hand, whispering to you as he did so, “Did I already tell you, you look very beautiful today?”

“This is the second time.” You smiled, holding up four fingers.

“Y/N, I li—”

“Y/N! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Wanda Maximoff gained your attention as she parted through the mass of people. Once she reached you guys, she turned to Bucky, “Hey, can I borrow her for a while?”

“Careful. She turns back into an ogre at midnight.” Bucky said.

At his words, you immediately gasped all the while Wanda led you to where Natasha was. “Oh my God. I’m Cinderella!”

It took you a while to realize that Nat was right in front of you. And when you did, you squealed. “Oh my God. It’s a princess!”

Wanda and Nat instantly found themselves laughing. Though, it was Nat who recovered first and she leaned towards you, looking all business-like. “Y/N, babe, we gotta ask. Are you and Bucky dating?”

“We’re just friends,” You slurred, twisting a strand of hair around your finger, widening your eyes in fascination for no apparent reason. “Best friends.”

“Wanda,” Nat chuckles. “Y/N says they’re just best friends. That’s a load of crap.”

When they were sent into another laughing frenzy, you sighed exasperatedly. “Guys, I’m serious. We’re just two friends who live with each other.”

That didn’t seem to calm them down at all, it seemed to only fuel their energy to laugh at you even further. You were about to defend your dignity again when you caught sight of Bucky scampering to the garden with some random girl.

Something unknown started to course through your veins, pushing you to chase after them. In long, angry strides you reached the garden in no time, not even noticing the freezing night air.

You didn’t even comprehend what was happening until your fist met someone’s face, a feminine voice shrieking and running away. Bucky turned to you, gaping with disbelief. “Y/N, what the hell?”

You stared at him for a while, not really knowing what happened until the bile in your throat rose up and the stinging pain in your hand appeared. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Running to a dark and secluded spot, you threw up the entire contents of your stomach. Seeing the remnants of lobster and strawberry had you puking even more. All the while, Bucky was holding your hair back. “Are you alright, doll?”

You shook your head, wiping away the remainder of vomit. Then you stared at him with a really confusing set of emotions. “I hate you.”

“What?”

“I hate your stupid, attractive face. I hate your stupid smile. I hate your stupid six pack. I hate your stupid, perfect hair. I hate your stupid eyeliner. I hate that you’ll never feel the same way. I hate that I like you so damn much. I hate—”

You could have gone on forever — and most likely embarrass yourself — but Bucky slapped a hand over you mouth, grinning like a madman. “This is the part where I kiss you. But I’ll save that for later because vomit isn’t my thing.”

“I still hate you.” You said when he removed his hand, breathless from the intensity of Bucky’s stare.

“I still love you.” Bucky whispered, secretly trying not to inhale the scent of alcohol and puke on you but he couldn’t stand the thought of being far from you. “You better remember this in the morning.”

“I’ll always remember you, Buck.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck only to furrow your eyebrows. “Who was that girl earlier?”

“That, doll, was the owner of the place. She wanted to get an autograph from you. I think she got more than she bargained for.” Bucky said, restraining the urge to laugh.

“I feel so bad now,” You groaned, hiding your face in his chest as he pulled you closer.

“It’s alright. We can go and chase her before she has us kicked out.” Bucky grinned.

“You have to carry me though, my heels are killing me.” You said, already taking your shoes off, squealing at the feel of grass directly on your feet.

“Of course, doll.” He said, turning around and bending slightly to give you a piggyback ride. “Anything you want.”

Once he had his arms under your legs, you settled your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you for coming with me. I know you aren’t a fan of events like this.”

“No problem, doll.” Bucky replied, walking on as if there wasn’t a person hanging on his back like a monkey.

“I’d go anywhere with you.”

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skin potions review (◕‿◕✿)

Skin Potions

I heard about Skin Potions from several bloggers and from the ads on Instagram and Facebook. I was curious but I still had products to use and they were still doing their job, not that they’re ineffective now but curiosity really got me and there was a sale near me so I purchased a couple of products from Skin Potions. I bought it last March 14, 2019 during the Beautify 2019 event. I literally went out of my way from Valenzuela to buy the Peach Thy Lash product but ended up buying 3 more products. In my defense, their packaging is super cute, okay! They made a cartoon out of the main ingredient of their products. I used them right away when I did my skin care routine that night so let me break down my experience with their products:

·       Tomato Serum

 I have heard of tomato having skin care benefits but I haven’t tried one so this my first try. This serum, according to their website, claims to increase fairness, balance pH levels, tighten pores, treat sunburn, reduce skin irritation, and cure acne. It’s organic and uses natural-based ingredients. I got it for Php207 but it’s originally Php 295 so that’s 30% off! Not bad for a locally made serum especially if it really works!

 Packaging/Product: The label sticker is so cute: a tomato picking his/her fellow tomatoes! As I said, the graphic design really attracts buyers since the color scheme, cartoon drawings, font is pleasing to the eyes. The bottle has a pump which is what I consider hygienic since I don’t like dirt from the environment potentially mixing with the product. I also like that you can control the amount that comes out because some pumps don’t work and release much more than you intend to get due to faulty pump bottle. The pump bottle contains 30mL or 1.014 fl. oz. of serum in it which is dropper bottle. It also smells like strawberry which is a surprise considering it’s a tomato-based product. My mom even thought ants would crawl on our faces at night because it smells too sweet, it might attract ants. Update: It didn’t attract ants to our faces.

 Performance: The serum is thick in consistency. I only need a pea-size amount for my entire face. It dries pretty quickly when I apply it in a dry airconditioned room. Why do I need an airconditioned room? Because here’s the thing, my face sweats easily so I think it affects the performance in my opinion. I think because of the sweat on my face, my skin can’t fully absorb the serum so I had to dry my face off with electric fan. Anyway, the serum spreads easily across the face and leaves a sticky feeling for a little while. I don’t know if it’s just me or everybody experiences the post-application sticky feeling. It’s only for a little while though because the serum dries pretty quickly, maybe less than 30 seconds. I use the serum twice a day, one in the morning or afternoon and one in the evening.

 Results: My skin is sensitive to certain products; the reaction is immediate. I will see blind pimples in places I don’t usually get them so that’s how I know whether the product is compatible with my skin or not. Fortunately for me, the Tomato Serum is compatible with my skin. I noticed that my bumps lessened in numbers and my pimples decreased in size. My skin still has texture but I have yet to see if it smoothens after one bottle. I haven’t seen any major differences in my skin but I will still use it because it gradually lessens my bumps and pimples.

·         Rosehip Oil

I’ve always wanted to try the Rosehip Oil because my friends say the whiten the dark scars from pimple/acne. I never had the chance since the popular brands I looked at sells them for 500 and up and as a student, I don’t have the budget for that. Until, Skin Potions announced that they will have mega sale in North Edsa. My mom immediately bought one to see if the reviews are true. It costs Php200 when we got it but there was a 50% off so it’s originally priced at Php400 for a 30mL or 1.014 fl. oz.. I consider it a steal since most Rosehip costs Php500 and up!

 Packaging/Product: The label sticker was a little off, it can be easily peeled off since the sticker size exceeds the space on the bottle. It’s a spray bottle which got me curious how will that work since it’s oil. Its consistency is a little thicker than liquid. Unfortunately, it sprays everywhere whenever I use it so I had to be careful when using it. No matter how I use it (against my palm or fingers), the product sprays everywhere. The bottle contains 30mL or 1.014 fl. oz of product which is also standard with oils. I wish the container is a dropper bottle because it’s easier to use with oils.

 Performance: I don’t usually use oils. I stayed off of it since I realized it feels hot on the skin. The last time I did was with V&M Naturals’ Emu Oil, that worked out great for me. The Rosehip Oil is like your typical oil. It doesn’t have any special thing to it. It doesn’t smell anything special. It applies to the skin like any other oils so I can’t speak any more than that.

 Results: The results were great. I only used 4-5 times since I bought it but I already saw great results on my skin. Since my skin is sensitive, I always have pimples on my cheeks, forehead and sometimes, jaws. I have a bad habit on picking on them when I forget to put a pimple patch on it and that often results to dark scars. I refuse to put make up on it because I sweat a lot (it would be useless) and I don’t go out when I have fresh dark marks. It’s embarrassing. When I applied it after 4-5 times, I noticed that a 1-week old dark mark on my right cheek lightened. Had I not put anything on it, it would last for months before it fades. It’s amazing. I will post pictures of before and after when it completely lightens.

·         Peach Thy Lash

I’m pretty insecure with my eyebrows ever since I had it threaded so I always use eyebrow pencils. I tried using castor oil for my brows and lashes but I feel a slight pain on my eyebrow area and sting in my eyes. Also, pure castor oil feels heavy on the lashes so I don’t like putting it on much. When I saw the Instagram posts of Skin Potions and saw actual results from Peach Thy Lash, I decided then and there that I would buy one. It’s pretty cheap considering the packaging is great so I was excited to use it. It claims to grow and strengthen your eyebrows and lashes. I got for Php120 but it really costs Php150.

Packaging/Product: It’s so small, only 5mL or 0.169 fl. oz, so at first, I expected less with the quality of packaging but when I saw the size of the spoolie brush, I was amazed because I already know from the looks of it that it will apply great on my eyebrows and lashes. The serum smells like flowers so I enjoy using it. The ingredients are almost all organic: water, castor oil, Tsubaki oil, aloe water, and rosehip oil. It also contains perfume and a preservative called phenoxyethanol. What’s also great about it is the stopper in the tube’s mouth that prevents me from using so much product at once. It saves me from using so much and finishing the tube quickly.

 Performance: The spoolie works great when applying the product since it’s bigger than the usual spoolies, I can see that it spreads the serum evenly on my brows and lashes. The only con is that I can’t reach the corner hairs on my lashes without hitting my eyes, so I have to use both hands to apply the serum on all the hairs including the inner corner ones. Overall, it’s a great product in terms of performance. I use it twice a day, morning and night. It dries out quickly and it doesn’t feel heavy on the brows and lashes.

 Results: I have a less hair on the front of my eyebrows and I have bald spot on my lashes so that’s my focus when applying. On my bald front brows, I notice that there are little hairs growing right now. It’s not really noticeable unless I look closely into it. I was happy with it because it means my bald brows still have hope. On my lashes, they’re already a good length, not too short and it fans out so I should be content with it right? But I also have a bald spot, so I see to it to put serum on it first. But overall, I see that my lashes look a little longer than before to the point where I can see them without looking at a mirror.

 General Verdict:

I know it’s too early to say it but I really like the products in terms of price, packaging, performance, and the results after at least a week. For a student, the price range of their products are affordable. I don’t mind splurging a little bit on their products because the quality in general is amazing so far. The packaging is well-thought out in my opinion because their color schemes, cute characters and overall packaging feel is attractive. It makes you want to buy more. Personally, I want to collect their products because it’s so cute. The performance is also a plus, it’s functions well. It;s not hassle to use. I almost did not have a difficulty using their products except for the Rosehip Oil, the oil splashes everywhere no matter what angle I do or how softly I press the pump. I wish they would change it to a dropper bottle instead. It’s easier to use. The results? I love it. My skin didn’t react badly to it. It only means that it doesn’t have a toxic ingredient on it. I will include it in my skin care routine from now on. I also can’t wait to try out their other products! Good job, Skin Potions Team!

Photos © Skin Potions Website

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[angstymarshmallow]

A Not Date (Damien x MC)

[A little note: I’ve been wanting to do a Damien x MC fic for a little while now, but with little information on him I wasn’t sure if I could get his personality right. Still don’t know if I have, but here’s a fic with him all over it! It’s sort of a slow burn in my head, so bear with me]

[Summary: When Nadia cancels last minute on Zariah (MC) and Damien’s movie night, they both find it hard to remember that it’s not a date].

[Word Count: 3263]

They aren’t here.

As Zariah shifts on one feet and then the other, she lets out a frustrated breath at being the first to arrive yet again. It isn’t as though she’s tried hard to; usually she’s the one struggling to make it out of bed on a Saturday afternoon. However lately, Nadia and Damien have been too busy to make much time for her.

She supposes she should be happier, after all their careers are heading off –  taking them in a better direction than before. Although, she doesn’t see them as much, she shouldn’t feel as annoyed as she feels now; scowling at the time the longer she stares at her phone.

Nadia has picked up a few clients through her last showcase and Damien’s has had more traffic these past few weeks than all of the beginning half of the year. And yet, as a resigned sigh leaves Zariah’s lips she can’t help but feel forgotten. Left behind. Alone. Despite how much she tries to shake off the sudden pang of loneliness, she doesn’t feel as though they miss her as much as she misses them.

Without thinking, her mind drifts to Hayden.

She could invite him. He’s more likely to make it here before them at this rate. Hayden has never been one for tardiness, but she quickly shoves the thought aside. She doesn’t want to entertain the idea any longer. Movie nights are scared, a way to unwind from whatever life throws at them. It’s something that’s always been only the three of them.

But he’s not just anyone. Her brain tries to insist, he’s supposed to be her perfect match. She almost wants to roll her eyes at the thought. The words alone have always been a little too cliche and while she enjoys his company, that he seems to just get her – she’d never go that far.

Still, she can’t help but think it would be great to see Hayden again. But she frowns at the time once more, deciding she doesn’t want to make things...awkward by allowing him to partake in something that’s been pretty much sacred. 

Besides, tensions are already high enough as it is since Damien doesn’t trust him, at least not enough for her to reconsider the matter. Instead, she settles for glancing feebly at the time again, biting her lower lip and blinking as she shifts through her messages.

Still nothing.

She makes one final sweep at the entrance of the theatre, shrugging off the flare of annoyance that makes it harder to ignore the urge to call them.

No such luck.

Growling, she finally swipes her phone to unlock. Her fingers move angrily across the screen, firing off two texts; each sounding just as frustrated at the other.

Where the hell are you?

Nadia’s response is almost immediate.

Sorry Z, I can’t make it tonight. I’m hold up at the studio today and I really can’t break away from this project.

Zariah freezes for a moment. She’s barely seen her cousin for over a month. And as close as they are; she’s beginning to think Nadia’s avoiding her. Why else would she cancel last minute?

Another stab of annoyance makes Zariah give into the temptation of writing a biting response altogether. Closing her eyes for a moment, she takes a few breaths. A minute later, her eyes are open again and she settles on a short tight-lipped response; knowing the moment Nadia gets it she’ll feel guilty.

Good, she wants her to.

Damien’s response comes several minutes later after Zariah has almost given up on buying tickets.

Was stuck in traffic. I’m at the front – where are you?

She smiles a little, relieved that he isn’t abandoning her too. She quickly texts him she’s off to the side getting their tickets. After she’s done, her eyes wander until she’s able to make out his familiar figure in the crowd.

She spots him seconds before he notices her.

Her heart can’t help but skip a little at the sight of him outside his regular coat and botton-down shirt. He looks more relaxed than she’s seen him in a long time. Casual long-sleeved tee and jeans, while his hair is pulled back from out of his face. She can’t help but think of how good he looks, and she ignores the sudden flutter inside her chest once he finally meets her stare.

Swallowing a little, Zariah smiles slightly. She has been good at being just friends for a long time, but she can’t fake her own reaction to his presence as she waves him over. Her heart rate still hasn’t returned to normal when he waves back, grinning at her.

It takes only a few quick strides before he’s in front of her, face twisting into a small frown once he realizes Nadia isn’t with her. “Let me guess, Nadia bailed?”

She snorts. “Yeah, don’t sound so disappointed – it’s not like you haven’t before.” She doesn’t mean it as an accusation, but it comes out like one. To soften the blow, she playfully nudges him until his frown dissipates into a slight chuckle.

“Fair enough,” he responds, holding a free hand up in surrender. “But usually I have a good reason for it.”

“Yeah, yeah and usually so does she.” Zariah counters, smirking. “She’s actually still at work right now,” she adds glancing at her phone, “– says something huge is going on at the studio.”

“Did she tell you what?” He inquires. They’re finally at the ticket line with nearly a dozen people in front of them.

Great.

Zariah hands him his ticket as they join behind a young-looking couple. “No,” she pauses as their fingers brush, before quickly pulling away. But the feeling of warmth lingers even after she roughly slips her fingers into her jacket pocket. “It’s supposed to be this big surprise to the public – I guess I’m still included in that category.” She feigns a pout, “even after being her cheerleader and supporting her on the sidelines all these years – I still get treated like one of them.” She sighs dramatically until she gets a small laugh from Damien.

“You know she doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“I know, I’m really happy that everything’s working out for her.” She responds smiling, “And for you too,” she adds as if thinking better of it. She sneaks a side glance at him only to be a little surprised that he’s done the same. Their eyes meet in the middle and the jolt as their eyes collide is enough to force her to glance elsewhere. “I mean, I know you’ve been working hard too.”

“Thanks,” she hears the amusement inside his tone. “It’s mostly because the case I’ve been working has been keeping me up at night.”

“You mean you’re harassing someone other than Eros right now?” She means to tease him, but the abrupt glint of determination in his eyes, makes her pause.

“You and I both know there’s something seriously wrong with Eros,” he snaps a little firmer than she thinks he means to. His voice smoothens as he continues, “but no it’s not about them this time. I wish I could tell you about it but,” he makes a wild gesture in the air.

“Confidentially and all that yeah.” Zariah finishes for him, “and while I have my suspicions of Eros myself – I wouldn’t exactly go so far and say they’re doing something illegal.”

“That’s because you’re seeing one of their experiments.” Damien mumbles so low that Zariah stiffens and assumes she’s misheard him.

“What?” She narrows her eyes into slits, until he flushes lightly. He fumbles to change the subject.

“Nothing, forget I said anything.”

“Damien, c’mon. How long have we been friends?” She glances at him, sighing in exasperation.

He pretends to think about it.

She elbows him.

“Three years, give or take.”

“And in all that time do you think I’d intentionally get into something I couldn’t handle?” She quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Yes.” He sighs, “no.” His lips twists into a frown. “It’s just what I’ve found out so far, I don’t like.” His jaw clenches, “I’m not saying Hayden isn’t great – I’m just saying I’m worried about you Z. I can’t help but be worried for you.”

The way he says it, carries a softness that Zariah doesn’t expect. It isn’t like him to be so open and she hesitates. Her mind is still trying to make sense of his words; weighing and wondering if there’s more to it.

She blinks at him. Her voice goes dry at the sudden intensity in his stare. She can’t speak for a moment; she thinks there’s something stuck there – making it hard for her to break whatever this is suddenly between them.

He doesn’t look away either. His mouth opens as though he’s going to say something.

Zariah can’t explain why, but her pulse quickens as though she’s spent the last few minutes running. The rest of her waits in some kind of strange anticipation, although for what – she isn’t sure.

“Tickets please.”

The gruff voice makes them both tear their gazes guiltily away from each other. Zariah’s cheeks burn and she tries to hide her face as she hands the ticket to the man in front of them.

Her heart is still racing as they head towards their seats. She toys with a strand of hair, trying to ignore the nervous energy that makes it difficult to keep her hands from slightly shaking as they sit.

She can’t help but feel something has changed in the air around them. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but it’s the first time she’s running out of reasons to ignore it.

-

Damien sits beside Zariah without speaking.

Usually, conversation flows easily between them; from the most mundane things to whatever they feel like venting about at the time. And there is always something to vent about. Usually, silence isn’t something they’ve ever had to worry about. Usually, they settle in a rhythm of tête-à-tête that allows time to go by quickly.

When he wants to admit it, Zariah balances his harsh edges – ignores his cynicism with her own brand of curiosity and sometimes even idealism that makes every conversation different, refreshing. And yet, all the familiar banter he expected disappears the moment they’ve settled into their seats.

It’s his fault.

He hadn’t meant to mention Eros but it naturally slips out.  Sometimes it’s all he thinks about – obsesses over when left alone for too long with his own research. He’s still trying to piece together anything he can, anything that isn’t a bitter ex over the internet. He needs to find something real, something substantial to prove to her that anything she has with Hayden can’t be real. It just can’t be.

It has nothing to do with his own confusing feelings for her. Nope not at all. Damien prefers to entertain the idea that he’s simply being her friend. Looking out for her even when she doesn’t realize she needs him to.

But it isn’t until he spuriously looks at her that his own feelings seem to reject that sentiment. Things are never that black and white.

Still, he can’t do anything about them. Despite the urge he has to reach out, to touch her hand and cup her cheek’ he can’t.

He thought he buried those feelings in a box of do-not-open long ago, except now that she’s so close and the urge is so strong – he wants to pry the damned thing open.

What a mess.

He sneaks a peek at her again seconds after the screen dims and the advertisements before the movie commences.

Sometimes he forgets he isn’t allowed to admire her though. But when she’s like this, with her dark eyes hooked to the screen, he can indulge himself a little. Her long-raven hair tipped with purple streaks he’s come to accept as part of her eccentricity has been hastily tucked to one side. Her lips quirk into an easy grin before she laughs and he finds himself wondering if they’re as soft as they looked.

Shaking his head, he manages to look away a split second before she glances at him. Coughing a little, he settles lower inside his seat. He still feels her eyes, pressing – boring into the side of his face but he pretends to ignore it.

He isn’t a fool. He knows there’s something there for her too, and perhaps something has always been there – but the timing has never been right for them.

-

Halfway through the movie, Damien’s fingers blindly digs into their shared popcorn. He grabs a few but they ultimately fall back inside the lopsided bag as soon as he flinches at a particular jump scare on screen. The screen ends up spiralling into a series of flashes and multiple screams from the victim follows soon after.

Swearing a little, he ignores Zariah’s teasing laugh as his hands dig for more popcorn again. “That was stupid.”

“If jump scares were made to make sense, we wouldn’t have so many scary movies, now would we?” She whispers back to him; eyes still hooked at the screen.

He makes a noise of agreement, not bothering to respond to such a point. When he finally scoops up enough popcorn, he feels her fingers – fleeting as they are touch his.

He freezes.

For a moment the warmth he feels travelling - settling into his chest has nothing to do with how warm the room is and has everything to do with how perfect her fingers fit into his.

He doesn’t move away. He doesn’t want to. And by some miracle she doesn’t either.

For a moment he thinks he’s imagined it, the softness of her fingers; rubbing back and forth between his own. For a moment, he doesn’t dare believe it’s real. They’re stuck – fingers weaving together through the growing mess of popcorn by their feet. But it feels natural, gripping her hand.

Its only for a moment but it feels like they’re just two people on a date. Not two friends. Just two normal people, going out together.

He doesn’t look at her. He can barely resist the urge, but some part of him knows the moment he does – he’ll break whatever spell they’re stuck into. Some kind of limbo that makes him wonder again if they can ever be more than just friends.

So instead, their fingers remain locked – interlaced tightly together until the ending scene of the last act comes to a close.

-

When Zariah pulls her hand away, it’s because she knows it’s the right thing to do not because she wants to. It took a second for her to adjust to his coarser hands when they first touched; because something so innocent had turned into her wanting to never let go.

Woah, slow down girl. Her inner thoughts are going to have to reel it in. Reel it way in. She isn’t going to look into something that’s probably nothing. Not for her anyway, and definitely for Damien.

She has to believe it was an honest mistake that…lasted half the movie. Not that she’s been counting anyway.

Still the second she has her hands to herself, apart of her misses his touch. Misses the feeling of his hand clasped over hers’ even though it can’t matter, holding his hand felt…strangely intimate – like something two friends shouldn’t be sharing.

Then why did you like it so much?

The thought is jarring, makes her stand a little straighter after slipping into her jacket.

“It isn’t like that.” She mutters out-loud, drawing a curious stare from Damien. Flushing a little, she shrugs and makes a mental note to bury herself in the biggest hole possible when she gets home later. Thankfully, he can’t hear the rest of her thoughts.

Her mouth slides open, but nothing comes out. Scowling, she slams it back shut and hastily fumbles towards the entrance, not bothering to double-check that he’s following behind her.

Why was it suddenly so hard to speak?

This wasn’t a date, stop being so weird. She commands herself, and yet the rest of her begs to differ. She can’t think of anything to say. Her hands are clammy. She can’t quite hold eye contact. She feels like she’s sixteen again trying to figure out a way to talk to her crush and not twenty-three.

She thinks this would’ve been far easier if Nadia came along, if she was here as the usual buffer between her own feelings and what she ought to feel.

She makes a mental note to yell at her later, when she’s not trying to come up with something to say.

“So that movie was….great.” Zariah says finally, breaking the silence. It’s a lame diversion, but she can’t stand how quiet it is anymore. She needs to talk to distract herself.

“If you can call predicting every jump scare great.” He smirks up glancing down at her, “plus all the most obvious choices pointing to the killer.”

She breathes a sigh of relief, grateful that he doesn’t hesitate to quip back. “No fair,” they’re setting in their familiar routine again. She’s free to tease him as much as he wants, and he’s free to tease her back. “You’re only saying that because you know the inner workings of a serial killer.”

“Not quite something like that.” A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “But there are some perks in seeing all the pieces before it’s there.”

“I don’t know, I think seeing how it all works takes the magic out of it.” She shrugs, “like what’s the point if we all know how the story is going to end anyway?”

For a second, Damien isn’t sure if she’s talking to him or herself. Even worse, he doesn’t think they’re still talking about the movie anymore. He has to bite back the stab of curiosity before it can take hold; knowing he isn’t ready for the answer. “All these movies have the same patterns,” he hurries on. “So it makes it easy to deduce and determine who the killer is.”

“Ugh, that’s it.” Zariah wrinkles her nose, scrunching up her face at him. “We’re so going to watch a chick flick next time – with or without Nadia.”

Damien mouth falls open, horrified at the thought of watching a chick flick after three months of action movies. “Suddenly, I think I’m booked up for the next two month.” He glances at his watch to hide his smile. “I don’t think I can make movie night anymore.”

Laughing, she shoves him playfully. “Nope, you can’t get out of this one.”

He pretends to be affronted, brows drawing into a pinched frown. “Really because unlike some people, I’m giving you a whole month’s notice.”

“No way Damien,” she chuckles and when she falls in step beside him, their hands brush. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

She doesn’t catch his smile on their way out of the theatre, her thoughts are elsewhere. However, Damien hangs back for a moment and opens the door for her. He watches in half-amusement as the woman in front of him half-skips towards the parking lot unil abruptly whirling around to jerk her chin at him.

Her eyes are brighter, almost as though they’re smiling at him. There’s a change in the air again, almost like the stars been watching them the entire night.

She beckons him with one finger. “You comin’ over tonight, or what?”

Grinning, he nods and finds himself agreeing even without a second thought. “Yeah, I’m comin’.” Stuck or not, Damien doesn’t mind so long as it’s always with her.

-

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Meow Cafe, part 11

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Figaro universe, cat cafe!au - Tony works as a barista in a cat cafe and Steve is totally smitten by him and Tony’s overly fluffy cat, Figaro

summary: The work on new Meow Cafe has started, and an unexpected reunion happens.

length: 6 395 words

warnings: this fic belongs to Figaro universe, not focused on tickling, but has some from time to time (none this time)

a/n: aaah, one more chapter to go! don’t worry, the last part is already done, it needs some polishing, so it will be up till end of this year! (it will be also the chapter where new cats will appear!). remember that reblogs, likes and feedback means love!

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Meow Cafe, part 11

(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12)

The days were passing slowly, but were hectic in their own way. Pepper was finalizing the transaction and gathering supplies for the renovation of the new and better Meow Cafe. Natasha took Oliver to his new home and sent Tony and Steve daily updates on how the orange cat was settling in (very good, he still loved to sleep in every threshold possible and Steve couldn’t help but to smile wide each time he saw Natasha and noticed that her clothes were covered in orange fur).

Summer was ending and Steve had to sit down to work and plan a new school year for his students. Tony, on the other hand, became a little anxious, wishing Meow Cafe would open sooner as staying at home for so long was getting on his nerves.

Unfortunately, it started to show.

“I am asking for the last time. Who. Did. This?”

Steve tried to arrange all the materials for the syllabus on the coffee table, deciding in which order he should put them in. He didn’t like to repeat each year the same program, as art was all about creativity and different interpretations, but he will keep it organized, just to be safe from the school director. Mr Fury could be demanding and quite unpleasant when things didn’t go according to his wishes.

“You really think you will get an answer for this, babe?” Steve asked, not lifting eyes from the numerous pages spread in front of him. Maybe he should focus a bit more on sculptures this year, still having in mind the great architecture of Rome.

“One of them will crack sooner or later,” Tony replied, crossing arms over his chest. Figaro didn’t react to accusations and was spread leisurely on one of the cat shelves, his tail swooping gently and showing that he wished that his human would stop making a ruckus and not disrupt nap time. Gizmo was also on the cat shelf, clearly lurking and avoiding Tony’s gaze. Yet, neither of the cats admitted to digging in the big potted plant near the TV, throwing black soil out and into the wooden panels.

“Get down here and show me your paws!” Tony demanded, pointing his finger to the floor for emphasis. At the scream, Gizmo hid away, and Figaro’s tail swooped with more force. It was hard to say who did it, as both cats could be guilty, even if Gizmo acted more afraid. But that was just Gizmo, always easily scared and more delicate, while Figaro had high self-esteem and believed that whatever he was doing, he was doing good. It was humans who didn’t understand.

Steve tried to not smile too apparent, and God forbid, laugh, pointing his angry boyfriend’s attention to him. Maybe he could take Tony out for the weekend somewhere. Not far, just to change the environment. And without cats. That would be the hard part, talking Tony into leaving his babies, but Steve had a feeling all of them could benefit from this. And they had to use the last moments of Steve’s freedom before school starts all over again and he would go back to teaching. Just then, when Steve moved a photo of the Triton Fountain he took during his trip, something else caught his attention. Under it, there was a photo of a cat, one that resembled a whole lot Gizmo. He found the edge of the photo, and slowly pulled the whole thing to himself, holding the last issue of the newspaper he had bought this morning and didn’t look through yet. Tony always mocked him for buying newspaper, claiming that he could find everything on the Internet for free, but Steve liked the feeling of real paper under his fingertips. Not mentioning that torn out pages, scrunched up into paper balls were the cheapest and one of the most entertaining cat toys for Gizmo and Fig, and throwing them paper balls and watching the two cats chase them around, was always fun for all of them.

Smoothening out the newspaper, Steve noticed that he was looking at the lost and found a section of the newspaper. He quickly skimmed through the column, finding the photo again and reading the text below, his eyes widening with every word. He looked back at the cat shelves where Gizmo, unhelpfully, hid away to not be faced with Tony’s wrath, but he was becoming more and more sure of it. He knew that some cats looked alike, but there were too many similar points.

“What?” Tony asked, noticing his boyfriend’s twitchy movements. “Whaaat?!” he demanded again, when Steve shook his head and folded the newspaper, hiding it away.

“Nothing!” he squeaked out. He can’t let Tony see it. Not yet. Not until he would be one hundred percent sure.

Tony drew his eyebrows together in anger and left the relieved cats alone, stomping to his boyfriend instead. “Show me the newspaper,” he said, reaching his hand for the periodical. Whatever was there, he wanted to know.

“It is nothing—”

“Show me!”

“It really is nothing!”

“You promised to never lie to me again!”

Darn. Steve bit his bottom lip and looked away. He did. He should have known that the relief driven promise would come back and bite him in the butt. Feeling defeated, he reluctantly handed the newspaper.

Tony took it, anger changing into victory as he unfolded the paper and looked at the page Steve had been studying a minute ago. At first, he didn’t see anything interesting, but Steve saw the exact moment when he did. Tony’s whole body convulsed and he drew the paper closer to his eyes, not believing what he was seeing. He read the text and quickly did the math in his head, even counting on fingers for double check, a totally unnecessary move as Tony was good with mathematics. It all fitted. The date, the neighborhood, the cat in the picture.

“Gizmo!” Tony called, lowering the newspaper. “Gizmo!” he tried again and it was the desperation in his voice, that made the black and white cat peek out. Green yellow eyes. White whiskers. Black dots on the nose. “Takk?” he asked, waiting for a reaction, but Gizmo’s ears only twitched as if he heard something he didn’t in a really long time. His real name.

It all hit Tony at once and it made his head spin, not in a good way. “Ty stole him…” Tony whispered. According to the column, a cat like Gizmo disappeared from his backyard, the same day as Tiberius brought Gizmo into the Meow Cafe. All Ty had to do was to take his collar off and discard it somewhere. It was so easy and so cruel.

“He stole him!” Tony cried out, turning to Steve. “Why was I so stupid?!”

“Babe…” Steve said softly. He hated that Tony could so easily blame everything on himself. It wasn’t his fault or anyone at Meow Cafe. They all wanted to help the seemingly stray cat, even if the prime condition the cat arrived to them was suspicious, but they saw a man trying to do a good deed, and didn’t question it. They should have pushed him more, but none of them expected it to be a scam and a way to get close to Tony.

“I can’t believe I believed him, what is wrong with me?!” Tony was beating himself. How could he be so blind? Finding a stray cat. He should smell a scam. He should know better.

“Tony, you couldn’t have known—”

“You don’t get it!! I skipped two grades in elementary school, I should be smarter than this—”

Somehow, the comment made Steve laugh and as soon as he had an occasion, he grabbed Tony in his arms and wrestled down to the couch, kissing his dumb genius breathless.

***

“Takk!”

It was the first time, Tony and Steve saw Gizmo looking so happy. When a burly blond with musculature even greater than Steve’s stood in the door, the black and white cat took the shortest way down from the cat shelves and trotted to the man, his tail standing straight and eyes widen.

“Takk, you mighty beast!” the blond called, when Gizmo jumped on his chest and the guy cuddled the cat close. “What a joyous day for us to be reunited!”

Steve and Tony stared with varying degrees of shock, Steve’s dumbfounded face purely because of the way the stranger was talking, which he should already know as he was the one who called the guy, but he thought that maybe he was an actor and caught him in the middle of rehearsal. Tony’s was soon explained.

“Wow, he is hot,” Tony whispered, staring at the long-haired blond and his square jaw. Definitely his type. He felt Steve’s burning look on him. “Outside! It is hot outside! Would you like some water?!” he rambled out, his cheeks becoming pink and Steve narrowed eyes. Riiight. They were having a pretty hot end of summer, with a lot of rain and clouds.

“Thank you, but I ought to be on my way,” the guy smiled, and it was bright and sunny, and Tony felt a bit weak in the knees, unprepared for that. Steve harrumphed and elbowed him in the ribs, causing his boyfriend to squeak. “My brother is awaiting Takk’s return. He wasn’t himself without him.”

“Oh, right! Tony suddenly remembered. "Before you go, I need to see a proof that Gi— Takk is your cat,” he said. Maybe the warm reunion should be a sufficient sign enough, but Tony decided to be twice as careful from now on. The blond fished out his wallet and took out a photo, handing it to Tony. In the photo, was the blond guy, having his arm wrapped around a pale, black-haired man with a stoic expression, holding a cheerfully looking Gizmo. There was a second photo below that one, clearly taken from hiding as it was a little bit blurry, but it was safe to say that it was the dark-haired men, holding Gizmo in his arms and smiling gently at the cat. Tony could feel the bond between them just by looking at the photo. Steve also looked at the photos, just to be sure, but there was no doubt that Gizmo and the dark haired man had something special.

“Fine with me,” Tony said, handing the photos back, and quickly looking at Steve, who smiled and nodded his agreement.

“And as promised,” the guy hid the photos back and took out an envelope instead, “the reward for keeping Takk safe.”

Tony smiled gently, not imaging that he could ever accept money from a fellow cat lover. “You can keep the money. Or even better, you can donate it to a cat shelter.”

“That I shall,” the blond guy smiled back, impressed by such noble behavior. He kneeled down with Gizmo and put a brown collar with a gold oval medallion on the cat’s neck and attached a leash to it. “It’s time to return home, Takk. Say your farewell,” he told the cat, stroking his face. Gizmo turned back and looked at the people who took care of him in the last weeks. Maybe Tony was imagining things, but it looked like if Gizmo bowed his head to them, his human’s regal behavior rubbing off on him.

“Bye, Gizmo! Stay close to home,” Tony smiled and petted the cat’s head for the very last time. Steve did the same, hoping that nothing would again disrupt their peace.

“Takk, my friends!” the blond called for goodbye, laughing at the surprised expressions of the two men. “Takk means thank you in my language,” he explained and went out of the apartment, Gizmo trotting next to his longtime no seen friend, all excited to be on his way home.

“Huh,” Steve said, locking the door behind the guy. “So, he is Norwegian, but talks like Shakespeare,” he thought out loud, “do you remember his name?” Steve asked. It was in the column, but it slipped his mind.

Tony sat on the couch and pursed his lips as he was thinking. “William,” came out eventually.

“No, not William!” Steve laughed. Maybe Tony was great at math and science, but it seemed that he had real troubles with remembering people’s name. “I think it was something like… Thud?”

Steve didn’t have any more time to think about the name when he heard a quiet sniffling. He looked back at Tony and noticed that his boyfriend was swallowing tears and trying not to break.

“Aww…” Steve cooed and sat on the couch next to Tony, letting him cuddle into his side, and cry quietly. Gizmo was back home after nearly a two months of being absent. Tony couldn’t imagine the pain the dark haired man had to endure.

“Do you think he will be happy?” Tony asked, sniffling his words, meaning the cat.

“Of course,” Steve replied, rubbing his boyfriend’s arm soothingly. “He is going back home.”

“Happier than he would be with us?” Tony asked after a while.

Steve smiled while thinking about his answer. He couldn’t imagine any cat being unhappy with Tony. “He is going back to his family, Tony,” he replied in the end and kissed the top of his boyfriend’s head, hoping that it was enough of an answer. “Oh, hey, Fig!” Steve said, when Figaro, practically out of nowhere jumped on Tony’s lap, wondering what the commotion was about. He observed the whole situation out of his hiding spot, not understanding why all his cat friends were disappearing, but also feeling that they were not in danger. It was a weird feeling.

“And you are back to being an only child,” Steve smiled, scratching the fluffy cat under his chin, just where the white spot was.

Figaro purred as an answer, and curled into Tony’s stomach, taking advantage of the moment for a quick cuddle. He felt that his friend needed more company.

Tony sniffled, petting his cat, and being petted by Steve himself. The apartment looked empty again. But he had Steve and Fig and he wasn’t really alone. It was all good, and maybe one day, life would put another cat in his way, but for now, it was fine the way it was.

***

“We will end on this today. For the next class, read chapter five and think about the differences between Roman and Greek sculptures. Class dismissed!”

It wasn’t an everyday occurrence that Steve let his students free before the assigned hour, but the lecture was done, students behaved good and they all earned an earlier break. It definitely didn’t have to do anything with the fact that it was Steve’s last class and he wanted to get out as soon as possible.

“Remember that your first art project is due until end of this month! I won’t accept anything delayed! If you have any questions you can ask me now!” Steve called after the walking out group of chattering teens, hoping that none of them would turn around and ask him questions. He was just being nice, not counting that anyone would take on his offer. Luckily, no one did, and after the class emptied, Steve packed his things and walked out, already smiling at the perspective of the afternoon.

“Are you ready?” he was asked as soon as he stepped out of the room and almost jumped a foot up. “Woah, easy!” Natasha laughed, secretly enjoying sneaking up on her fellow teacher.

“Oh, did you end the class early today too?” Steve asked, walking down the corridor with Nat, trying to make their way out, before the halls would fill with screaming and running teens.

“Yhm. I think I would accompany you today. If you don’t mind that is,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling happily. It was no secret, that each day after Steve was done teaching, he rushed to the new Meow Cafe to help with setting up the place and meet his friends and boyfriend, where they stayed till late hours.

“I don’t,” Steve smiled back, noticing some orange fur intertwined into Natasha’s black sweater. “Aw, Oliver slept on it again?”

“Dammit,” Natasha frowned, looking down at herself and trying to pick the fur out, “I thought I cleaned it well.”

“You know how it is, when you have a cat, everything becomes a cat,” Steve laughed, not so much bothered by the black fur on his clothes anymore but finding it alarming when he woke up and had strands of long fur in his mouth. That should not happen. “How is Oliver doing?”

“Very good,” Natasha replied. They went outside and turned their faces to the sun, enjoying the crisp Autumn air around them. “He tripped Clint over last night. It was hilarious,” she said, giggling, and it was rare to see her giggle. Owning a cat was serving her well. “And how are the things between you and your barista?” Natasha asked, well aware of their eventful past.

“Very good,” Steve parroted, smiling broadly and meaning every word. Maybe it wasn’t the wild heat anymore, but he and Tony were going steady and Steve had a feeling that Tony was the one. Of course, he didn’t say anything yet, knowing that they both could rush into things, and there was no need for that. They loved each other and were not only boyfriends, but partners. It was something Steve never had before. “How are Clint and Bruce doing?” Steve asked, his voice gaining a teasing note. Natasha still didn’t admit to dating them both and living in a threesome, but Steve knew better.

Natasha looked away and bit her cheek, trying to hold a smile back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said in a neutral tone. Of course. Too bad that Bruce had two sphinxes, because additional fur on Natasha’s clothes would point against her.

“Yeah, you don’t,” Steve laughed, not bothered. If Natasha wanted to keep it as a secret and not say anything until they all were ready, he won’t force her. Didn’t mean he won’t tease her. “Oh, do you know if Bruce will be at the cafe today?”

“No, he has evening school today, maybe he will appear around 8 pm — sneaky!” Natasha gasped, shoving Steve in the arm and laughing together with him.

They took the subway and soon were in the neighborhood of the new Meow Cafe. It was just a few blocks away from the previous location, which still counted as a manageable walking distance from Tony’s apartment, which was good. It wasn’t as close to the main street as the previous location, and maybe it was better. It would for sure minimize people coming to get a coffee to go and point customers willing to stay and bond with the cats, without the unnecessary rush.

“We are here,” Steve stopped, letting Natasha take the sight in.

“Oh. It… looks nice,” she said wanting to be polite. It didn’t look nice at all. The building was clearly not used for a long time and the paint was falling off the walls, not mentioning the graffiti on one side. The windows were covered with black foil, including the big front window, so similar to the one that the previous cafe had, to hide everything from the people walking by. The place looked quite depressing in comparison to the shiny new buildings around it.

“They will fix the outside soon,” Steve explained, “I saw the projects and it will fit right in with the neighborhood.”

“The building looks big,” Natasha observed. Putting aside the poor look, the place had potential.

“Yeah, it is almost twice as big as the previous cafe. More room for cats!” Steve laughed and he knocked on the door, letting everyone know about his arrival before entering. “Hi! I brought a guest!”

“Hi! Come on in!” Pepper called, leaning out from her place on the spacious couch, sitting with Happy and Rhodey. The small group was in the already done part of the cafe, with walls painted in warm brown colors and latte stripes, and some furniture, stacked in a corner and still waiting to be placed. The only available furniture was the couch, covered in plastic wrap for safety until painting would be done, and small plastic tables in front with empty boxes of Chinese food. The place smelled of fresh paint and exotic spices, and it was a harsh combination, but Steve and Nat quickly got used to it.

“Long time no see!” Rhodey called to Nat when she and Steve approached and Pepper stood up to greet her properly, boys quickly following.

“It looks much nicer here,” Natasha smiled, loving how the paint made the whole place look cozy. She could imagine the whole cafe done in such colors and she already knew it was a good choice.

“How’s Oliver?” Pepper asked her friend, and everyone sat down, the girls talking about cats, while Steve asked Happy and Rhodey was there any more work left for him and how the progress was going.

“We finished installing the bar today,” Rhodey said, pointing to the bar area, “it is fully functional so we don’t need to drink instant coffee anymore!” he grinned, the next second standing up to properly greet their guests and serve them a cup. Steve watched a bit amazed, how efficient Rhodey was with the sparkling new and, in his eyes, highly advanced coffee maker. Maybe it was mandatory for all of Tony’s friends to pass a barista exam. Steve wouldn’t be surprised if that was the truth. Soon, he was presented with a cup of latte with sugar, while in front of Natasha was a double espresso, strong and black.

“The whole back office is done,” Happy summed up, listening all the renovations that already took place, while Rhodey had been preparing coffee. That included the office, cat room, kitchen and bathroom for workers. “Half of the cafe needs painting and changing of the panels, and then we have to do the bathroom for clients and the playground.”

“Playground?” Natasha asked, surprised by the words, taking a sip of her espresso.

“For the cats,” Pepper picked it up from there. “It will be an area specifically designed for cats, without access for the customers. Some pillows, toys, cat shelves, to rest and play, while customers could observe. We will put in there a lot of hiding spots in case one of the cats decides that they don’t want to be seen.”

“And then the outside. The signboard is in the making together with curtains and pillows for the furniture. We have painters scheduled. It should go smoothly now, it was a pain to fix the whole installation, it is an old building and we needed to take all precautions to not— you know,” Happy’s voice dropped. He didn’t need to say it. The fire. The official cause of the fire was faulty installation, but the opinions among the crew of Meow Cafe were divided. Very divided.

“Um, where is Tony?” Steve asked, trying to change the topic.

“He and Janet are in the kitchen. They are testing some recipe,” Pepper answered, “and I think they were saying something about trying out new uniforms?”

As on cue, there was a hearable swing of the door, and Janet’s head peaked out through the double door, the same model with an easy swing used in all restaurants. Some sweet, warm scent of spices made its way into the room and it showed how well ventilated the kitchen was.

“Good, you all are sitting!” Jan brightened, and before anyone could ask why exactly they should be sitting, Jan popped her head back into the kitchen, took a three-second break, and then leaped out again, opening the bar area and standing outside. “Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention, please!” she announced, putting both hands around her mouth. It wasn’t necessary, as everyone already turned to her, curious what was going on. “Straight from the runaway, I present to you, the new Meow Cafe uniforms!”

And…

Nothing. The group exchanged perplexed looks.

Janet huffed her cheeks out. She turned to the door leading to the kitchen, and stomped her foot impatiently, the rubber sole of her sneakers barely making any sound. “TONY!! Get your ass here, or I will drag it out!!”

The comment made everyone chuckle a little. That was Janet, going from super sweet to super angry in less than a second.

There was another three-second break, and Janet almost jumped back into the kitchen, when the door opened.

The usual Meow Cafe uniforms were quite simple. They were aprons, black, with embroidered logo on the chest, and a big pocket in the front. Standard off the shelve. When Tony walked out, everyone saw that the new uniforms were not so different. The apron didn’t change, it was still a classic cut, just instead of the pocket being in the center, there was a smaller on the side, near the hip, and there was a second one, the same size, on the opposite side, on the chest. It was knee length and had a dark grey stripe of material around the middle, for a better fit. The used material was in steel grey color, which was less formal than the classic black from before. What made it stand out, was the accessories.

Why Tony was reluctant to go out, became quickly explained. At the top of his head, was a headband with cat ears attached, black with brownish stripes, the color resembling Figaro’s fur. It was not the end. On Tony’s hands were big gloves, cut out to look like cat’s paws, with pink paw pads, and also the same color as the ears. The fingers were cut though, and Tony’s own fingers were visible. It made sense, seeing that workers had to somehow write orders and serve coffee. It was surprising that Janet didn’t draw any cat whiskers on Tony’s cheeks to complete the look, but maybe she dropped that idea because of the goatee on brunet’s face.

The reactions were divided, from Natasha’s staring in shock to Rhodey quietly laughing at his friend’s new cat look, but it was Steve who won everything, by chocking on his coffee and spraying it out of his mouth on everybody.

“Ew! Steve!” Natasha scolded, wiping her face off.

Tony’s mouth dropped as he just noticed his boyfriend and Natasha among the crew. Jan had to time it out like that on purpose. “You tricked me!!” he pointed a paw at his friend, finger pointing at the beaming girl.

“Doesn’t he look great?!” Jan buzzed, obviously proud.

“Um… Janet…” Pepper started insecurely, while the rest of the group was drying themselves off and grumbling, except Rhodey who was still chocking with laughter. And Steve, who was still staring at Tony. “It's… It’s nice,” she said clumsily, unsure how to end.

“I know! And the material is easy to wash too! No more coffee stains! And this!” Jan took Tony’s hand and showed the pink paw pads. “Can be used to wipe off the tables!”

“Shouldn’t agree to let her design the uniforms,” Happy leaned to his wife and whispered, and Pepper grunted, knocking the man away.

The group didn’t say anything. No one wanted to hurt Jan’s feelings. Maybe Natasha wouldn’t mind, always speaking what was on her mind, but it wasn’t her place.

“By the way, I was joking,” Jan ended the silence and pushed Tony closer to the group, making him stumble. “Only the apron is for the cafe, I made the rest to make Steve spit coffee out,” she smirked, pleased that her plan worked.

Everyone breathed out in relief, especially Pepper. She took the hem of the apron and rubbed the material between her fingers. “It is really great, Jan!” she started and everyone followed with praise.

Steve didn’t say anything and kept looking from his blushing boyfriend to Janet, finally stopping on the girl. “So, can Tony keep the ears?” he asked, and if Tony wasn’t blushing enough before, his face just exploded with red. Luckily, he had his paw gloves to hide into.

“Sure!” Jan smiled, stripping Tony off the uniform and passing it along the group to get all the feedback she could, before she would start sewing for everyone. She encouraged Tony with another push and practically made him stumble into Steve’s lap.

“Aw,” Steve cooed, holding his boyfriend, feeling enamored by the cute behavior. “Come here, my kitty,” he said and pulled Tony closer, kissing him once, not wanting to push it in front of the group. It seemed to work and after the last grumble, Tony sat next to Steve and pulled the gloves off, but left the headband in his hair. Just for fun.

“I am thinking of putting here a cat’s face,” Jan smiled, squeezed between Rhodey and Pepper, and drew a circle on the lower pocket with her finger, showing where the pattern should be. “Maybe in a white thread!”

“Hey, weren’t you baking something?” Happy asked, remembering why Tony and Janet went to the kitchen in the first place. Jan almost jumped out of her place, but Tony was faster and stood up first.

“It is fine, I will get it,” he said, motioning for the girl to sit down, “I got the mittens for it,” he took the previously discarded cat gloves and walked back into the kitchen. When he came back, he was holding a tray with giant cookies on them. “The oven turned itself just as we programmed it! Dig in!” he smiled, setting the tray down and taking two cookies with himself, for him and Steve.

Steve looked at the giant oatmeal cookie that was handed to him, seeing nuts and raisins in the dough. He took the first bite, and the taste and combination of spices definitely rang a bell in his head.

“Wow, those are really good!”

“Delicious!”

“Way better than the one we used to serve!”

“What recipe did you use?”

“Steve’s!” Tony announced happily, and all eyes turned to him and the blond, and it was Steve’s turn to blush, as he was not used to be the center of attention. “I hope you don’t mind,” Tony said, turning to his boyfriend. Of course, he first used the recipe and then thought about asking for permission.

Steve shook his head and nibbled on the cookie. He didn’t mind. “It is not really my recipe, it was my grandma’s,” he said and remembered the afternoon when as a little kid he was helping his granny measure out the ingredients and knead the sticky dough.

“To Steve’s grandma!” Rhodey called, raising his cookie and the rest followed, paying a tribute to the woman.

“Really, really good,” Natasha nodded, biting the cookie again, and she wasn’t big on sweets to start with.

“Umm…” Steve said, and all eyes turned to him again. “If you want, you can use this recipe in the cafe,” he offered. Maybe if his friends liked the cookies, the customers would too.

“Are you sure?” Pepper asked. It was a family recipe after all.

“Sure,” Steve smiled, again remembering his past, and this time memories of him and Bucky stuffing their faces with cookies in secret appeared in his mind. Those were good times. “I think my granny would like that.”

Pepper smiled and agreed. The new cafe was given a wonderful new start.

“New aprons and new cookie recipe! We are starting strong!” Janet cheered, and everyone nodded.

“Speaking of starting strong…” Pepper said and looked briefly at her husband, who smiled at her encouragingly. “I want to introduce another change,” she said, turning directly to Tony.

Oh uh. That was the moment. Everyone froze and Tony especially. Of course, Pepper always claimed that Tony would have a spot in the cafe, as long as he wants the job, and while he trusted Pepper, there was no solid guarantee she would hire him back.

“I thought for a long time about and I think it would be the best if…” Pepper made a pause and took a breath, “Tony would become a co-owner of the new Meow Cafe.”

“Me?!” Tony’s eyebrows raised up, and the surprise was lost in the general cheering of the group.

“That’s a great idea!”

“You deserve it, Tony!”

“Go, Tones!”

“What do you say, Tony?” Pepper asked with a smile. “I am promoting you from the head barista to a co-owner. Are you interested?”

“Peeeep…” Tony drawled, brushing both hands through his hair, unsure what to think yet. It was a huge honor, but also a huge responsibility. His fingers caught the headband with cat ears and he took it out of his hair and looked at it. If he became a co-owner, it would mean no more goofing around. No more being late. No more serving the customers, but planning and managing a group of people. And, if he was being honest with himself, he liked being a barista. He liked having direct contact with clients, and looking after the cats and job flirting with customers, granted he didn’t want to do that anymore seeing that he had Steve — his inner turmoil was interrupted when Steve put a hand on his knee and squeezed in a loving gesture. Tony’s breath hitched. If he would take the job, he would have a lot less time to spend with Steve. And…

“I really appreciate it,” Tony looked at his friend, and smiled, emotions clear in him, “but I will say no. Having my old job back is good enough for me.”

The group was disappointed and Steve smiled sadly, but understood, somehow expecting this.

“Are you sure? Maybe think about it a little more—”

“No,” Tony shook his head, interrupting Pepper, “I am sure. In fact, seeing that you want me back, I would like to become a half-time worker, instead of a full time.”

“What?! Why?!” it was Janet who cried the words out, and everyone gaped at Tony, Steve included.

“Guys, I can’t serve coffee and pet cats till rest of my life!” Tony laughed. He loved his job, but it was time to start new projects. During his free time, he got back into graphic designing and made a portfolio and had big plans. Time to focus on that, and treat Meow Cafe as a stepping stone and form of relaxation. “I am pushing thirty and—”

It was the worst timing for Steve to take a sip of his drink, as he started to choke on the liquid, quickly putting both hands to his mouth to avoid spitting on his friends again. Tony quickly patted blond’s back, helping him to calm down.

“You are thirty?!” he called out, unnecessarily loud after the coughing fit ended.

Tony narrowed eyes, sending the blond a calculating look. “In a few months, yeah, why?” he asked, and his tone told Steve to very carefully pick his words.

Steve felt a note of panic. He looked among the group and saw Rhodey and Pepper looking back at him, and he suddenly remembered that they were Tony’s peers, and very probably were the same age. Not that it mattered anyway, comparing to Steve’s twenty-eight years old, it was barely any age difference, but he always assumed that Tony was younger than him. Twenty-four, top twenty-five. He looked for help to Natasha, but the girl only kept smiling, eagerly waiting how he would get out of this one.

“Are you the same age as… everyone else?” Steve turned to Janet, and he could hear Tony roll his eyes. The brunet girl looked young, but so did Tony, and he couldn’t trust his eyes anymore.

“I am actually forty, but I keep up well,” Janet answered with a huge smile and giggled at Steve’s mortified look, as the blond totally bought it.

“Jan is a freshman in college,” Happy took pity on the baffled Steve, “and so is Bruce, if you want to know.”

Steve nodded, feeling that he made a fool out of himself. Slowly, he turned back to Tony to check if his boyfriend was still glaring at him. Unfortunately, he was. The group started talking again and Steve pulled Tony closer to himself.

“So, you were not joking when you told me that I can drink from white mugs when I get older?” he asked in a whisper, remembering the occurrence that took place in Tony’s kitchen during the movie marathon for their shared friends. That seemed to break the ice and Tony giggled in humor. He smooched his idiot boyfriend, and turned to join the conversation, that currently was on a topic about hiring a new person to fill in Tony’s absence.

“Don’t worry!” Tony called, ceasing the chatter. “I already have a replacement,” he smiled, calming everyone down. All eyes turned to him, waiting for the news. Tony just smiled mysteriously, enjoying the attention. He leaned to take Steve’s cup and took a sip of the nearly cold latte. “But it is not set in stone yet. You will find out soon. And can I get a proper coffee?! Do I have to do everything around here?!” he called dramatically and stood up to go to the coffee machine, Rhodey soon following and arguing that the coffee he had made was fine, and Tony was being a pain in the a–

Steve kept smiling, listening to the chatter around him and the sound of coffee beans being ground.

Big plans, big changes, but less and less time to adjust.

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Don’t play card games with Yuuri Katsuki

otayuri | E-rated word count: 3155

it’s my best friend’s @bekasstar birthday, and she requested otayuri smut + maid dresses so! here you have it! i hope your day is super amazing, bb <3

Dating Yuri means that everything becomes a competition. Even before Otabek could call Yuri a friend, he knew the young Russian was competitive and ready to do anything to win. It was part of Yuri’s nature, a slightly adorable quirk Otabek found himself growing fond of throughout the years. What he didn’t know, however, is that Yuuri Katsuki could somehow beat Yuri in competitiveness.

That’s what Otabek finds out after a tough practice in Hasetsu Ice Castle, followed by a relaxing soak in the Katsuki family’s hot springs. The competitive season has just ended, and a joint practice with the newlyweds in a city Yuri often talks about with a happy smile is exactly what Otabek needed. The season wasn’t his best one, and he’s happy to let go of it like this, unwinding while having fun with friends. They have all changed into the bathhouse’s soft yukatas, sharing a bottle of traditional Japanese alcohol (that doesn’t actually taste that great to Otabek), when Yuuri suggests they should play a game. “Sounds lame,” Yuri comments, not bothering to raise his eyes from the screen of his phone. He leans against Otabek’s side to show him a picture of two cats napping together, and then proceeds to retweet it. “Me and Otabek versus Viktor and you. Loser gets a punishment,” Yuuri says over the rim of his cup, and that manages to catch Yuri’s attention. “And what exactly would the punishment be?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. He has already lowered his phone, and Otabek knows there’s no turning back. “Play and see. If you’re brave enough, of course,” Yuuri smirks. Viktor, who’s sitting next to him, is wearing a worried expression, which tells Otabek even he doesn’t know what kind of punishment his husband is talking about. It only seems to excite Yuuri more, and he quirks an eyebrow to the other three. “Well?” “Bring it on, Katsudon,” Yuri says, rolling up his sleeves and tying his hair up. Otabek doesn’t even try to tell him to give it a second thought, because he knows that when Yuri decides on something, nothing can change his mind - especially when it’s something he can win in. The game ends up being a card game, where one person of the team tries to explain the word written in the card to his teammate, who tries to guess the word. The teams take turns on explaining, and each turn lasts one minute. They agree on playing ten rounds, and after the first round they make an additional language rule. (Otabek knows Yuri has a habit of changing to Russian when put under pressure, but when Viktor starts to spit out rapid Russian, Yuuri pauses the game and creates the extra rule. “It’s not fair,” is Yuuri’s argument, and Team Russia has to agree.) Otabek himself has never been great in verbal tasks, but eventually his composed nature mixed with Yuuri’s surprisingly creative way of explaining his selection of words helps them to win (they all should have known Yuuri is great in the game - he was the one suggesting it, after all). Yuri and Viktor’s teamwork has been getting better and better, but neither of them really have the calm temper the game requires. After declaring the game as a shitty one, Yuri crosses his arms and huffs. “Fine. What’s the punishment?” A good thing in his competitiveness is that he’s ready to face the consequences no matter the results. It’s not easy for Yuri, and it’s taken some time from him to learn how to accept losing, but he’s improved a lot in a short time (and secretly that makes Otabek proud). Yuuri happily downs the remains of his drink, jumps up and leads Viktor and Yuri out of the room with a grin on his face. ”This way!” He’s wearing the same grin when he comes back and sits next to Otabek. ”You can thank me later,” he says, and Otabek isn’t sure should he be excited or scared. A brief, unusual silence falls in the room, until it’s broken by a sound Otabek can’t exactly identify: he definitely hears a Russian curse word, mixed with a mortified scream and some laughter. “Yuuri, darling, where did you get these?” Yuuri, who’s in the middle of filling his glass, laughs. “They held a fundraising event here some time ago. Yuuko forgot them here.” Otabek is just about to ask what exactly is them, when his question is answered by Viktor. The older Russian comes to the room wearing a black and white maid costume, similar to those Otabek saw some girls wearing when they visited Tokyo the other day: the girls were handing out flyers for a theme café, and even though Otabek didn’t understand a word printed on the colorful leaflet, the pictures of different sweets and drinks looked extremely cute. “Yuuri, you have to take a picture of me!” Viktor exclaims, handing his phone to his husband. “Don’t I look cute?” “Yeah, you better put that pic on Instagram so everyone will lose their shit and those garbage online magazines can make headlines like ‘Viktor Nikiforov, the living legend, has finally lost all his marbles’, or something.” Otabek snaps his head to the doorway when he hears Yuri’s voice. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and annoyance taking over his features.

To Otabek’s delight, Yuri is wearing a similar dress to the one on Viktor: it’s black and white with a tiny apron, lots of frills and small puff sleeves. He has finished the outfit with black thigh high socks, something Viktor is missing (probably because his feet are bigger than Yuuko’s, or whoever happened to be the one wearing the dress in the fundraising event). The skirt climbs a bit too high - thanks to the growth spurt Yuri had about a year ago - revealing a hint of pale thighs the socks can’t reach to cover. “Marriage does wonders to a man,” Viktor says, pulling Yuuri on his feet. He opens the sliding door to the backyard garden and slips his feet into slippers, throwing Yuri a wink over his shoulder. “You’ll see some day.” Yuri rolls his eyes, but there’s a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, yeah, old man.” Viktor and Yuuri disappear outside to have a quick photoshoot, their excited whoops and giggles echoing in the warm summer night. Yuri sighs and sits down next to Otabek, reaching for his half-empty glass. “This is stupid.” “I guess.” “This thing doesn’t even fit!” Yuri huffs and empties his glass, a delicate pink blooming on his cheeks. Otabek assumes it’s from embarrassment - neither of them has actually had that much to drink. “You look cute.” “You think so?” Yuri asks and turns to look at Otabek. Long strands of golden hair has fallen out of his messy ponytail, perfectly framing his strikingly green eyes. Otabek can’t help his gaze wandering from his boyfriend’s face to his tiny waist hugged by the apron’s huge ribbon, the skirt riding even further up as the silence between them stretches out and he leans closer. “Y-yeah,” Otabek stammers, and clears his throat. Something flashes in Yuri’s eyes, something wicked, but he just smiles and straightens his back. “You should’ve said you have a thing for dresses,” Yuri says, smoothening the skirt’s creases. “I don’t have a thing for them.” “Oh? You don’t? Then it must be this whole maid thing,” Yuri says, then dramatically covers his mouth with his hand. “Beka, you dirty, dirty man! That’s why you accepted that leaflet from those girls in Tokyo! Who would’ve thought-” “Yuri, stop,” Otabek laughs, shaking his head. “You’ve got it all wrong.” “Have I now?” Yuri wonders, tilting his head with a pout. However, the way he looks at Otabek is intense, far from the innocence he tries to convey through his expression. “I don’t think I have, master.” “Yuri,” Otabek says, sternly. He knows Yuri hears the slight waver in his voice, and he mentally curses when one corner of the Russian’s mouth quirks up. “Hm? What can I do for you?” Yuri asks, shifting slightly so he can look directly into Otabek’s eyes. He puts a hand high on Otabek’s thigh to support himself as he leans closer, burying his fingertips into the older man’s skin when he takes a worried glance over his shoulder. “Viktor and Yuuri will come back any second now-” “Oh, are you jealous they might take me from you?” “That’s not-” “Don’t worry, master. Viktor and Katsudon are definitely busy with each other,” Yuri whispers, his lips gracing the shell of Otabek’s ear. It sends a shiver down Otabek’s back, and Yuri doesn’t miss that: he chuckles lowly and places a haste kiss right under the other man’s ear. “But if you want, we can go somewhere a bit more private. There you could have me all for yourself. How does that sound, master?” Otabek can’t help his breath hitching when Yuri brushes his lips over the corner of his mouth. Yuri teases him, knowing exactly what to do and say to drive him absolutely crazy. Otabek thinks it’s unfair that Yuri can read him so well, but at the same time he’s way too aroused by the way his boyfriend acts and speaks to actually care. “That-” Otabek swallows thickly, clears his throat and runs his fingertips up on Yuri’s arm. “That sounds amazing, angel.” A deep pink blush crawls on Yuri’s face at the nickname, and Otabek knows he desperately wants to tell Otabek to quit calling him that (not because he hates it, but because it makes him absolutely weak). Yuri keeps his act of innocence together somehow, and both of them manage to get on their feet, Yuri taking Otabek’s hand and leading him to the guest room set up for them. Otabek shuts the door behind them just to get pushed against it, Yuri’s hot mouth leaving kisses on his jaw and neck. Otabek would call him eager - tease him about it, even - if he wasn’t feeling the same urgency: they only have a limited amount of time before Viktor and Yuuri have had enough of each other outside and notice their sudden disappearance. Yuri runs his fingers through Otabek’s hair when he finally kisses him, melting against his lips with a small sigh. Otabek finds the ribbon resting on the small of Yuri’s back, but when he tries to undo it, Yuri pries his hands away and takes a step back. “You like the dress, don’t you?” “I- yeah, but-” “Then hands off,” Yuri commands, his tone making it clear Otabek shouldn’t even think about arguing. His lips find Otabek’s neck again (he’s careful not to leave any marks - they still have a couple of days in Hasetsu left, and neither of them is ready to have an uncomfortable conversation with Viktor and Yuuri), and the teasing graze of teeth distract Otabek enough for him to barely even register Yuri loosening the belt of his yukata and sliding the piece of clothing down his shoulders. Otabek is helpless under the open-mouthed kisses Yuri starts peppering on his chest: Otabek has to close his eyes and remind himself to keep quiet as Yuri gives a playful bite to his collarbone and swirls his tongue around his nipples, sucking and licking his way down. He drops on his knees on the floor and blatantly palms the bulge in Otabek’s underwear, the thumb of his other hand drawing lazy circles on his hipbone. Otabek knows looking down at Yuri is going to be the death of him, but he can’t resist. Yuri has tucked strands of hair behind his ears, and his pupils look blown as he takes Otabek’s cock out of his underwear and gives it a couple of slow pumps, his hold loose on purpose. He looks up, locking eyes with Otabek, before wrapping his red lips around the head of the erection. Otabek has to bury his hands into Yuri’s hair, the content hum the blond gives around his dick igniting all the sparks inside him into a huge fire. He groans, the way his cock slides easily on Yuri’s tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth after every bob of his head making him insane. The worst part is how Yuri’s emerald eyes don’t look away, not even when small tears gather in the corners of them when he fights against his gag reflex. Yuri makes sure to take it as slow as his usually quick nature lets him, tracing veins with his tongue and brushing over the tip with his thumb between sucks. When Otabek tries to rock his hips to get his cock bump against the back of Yuri’s throat, he leans away and kisses the already leaking head. “Like what you see, hm? Do you, master?” “Fuck, Yuri, I swear you’re trying to kill me.” “That’s not true,” Yuri says and pouts. He stands up and presses himself against Otabek’s bare chest, their lips barely an inch apart. “We haven’t even had any fun yet.” Yuri kisses him, deep and surprisingly calm, gently nudging him towards the bed. They’re both too busy to actually guide the other through the room, but eventually the back of Otabek’s knees knock against the edge of the bed and Yuri pushes him down on it. Otabek watches as the blond strips out of his own underwear, but to Otabek’s huge disappointment the frilly dress is long enough to reveal nothing. Yuri seems to read Otabek’s mind, because he’s smiling victoriously as he climbs on top of him and presses their mouths together. “I thought you liked the dress.” “Now you’re just teasing me.” “I’ve been teasing you this whole time,” Yuri says, nipping at Otabek’s bottom lip. Otabek rolls his eyes and Yuri laughs, reaching for their small bag of toiletries sitting on the bedside table. “But I’m getting impatient.” “You’ve been impatient this whole time.” “Out of the two of us,” Yuri says and gives Otabek the small bottle of lube he fished out of the bag. “I think I’m not the impatient one. At least this time.” Otabek lets out a breathy laugh and opens the bottle, pouring a generous amount on his palm. “Yeah, you might be right.” Yuri is still smiling when Otabek kisses him, gasping loudly when the older man slips a hand under his dress, one finger circling his hole. Otabek loves the way Yuri shivers and moans into his mouth as he pushes the first finger in, shifting on top of him so their hard-ons slide against each other. Otabek doesn’t want to be rough, and he simply kisses Yuri silent every time he tells him to hurry up or stop wasting time. He enjoys the whines of pleasure and anticipation Yuri lets out when a second finger finds its way inside him, stretching him open and trying to find the spot that makes him see stars. “Beka, please,” Yuri begs, rolling his hips to get Otabek’s fingers deeper. A part of Otabek doesn’t want to give Yuri what he asks for because of all the embarrassment he made Otabek go through earlier (he still refuses he has a thing for dresses, maid dresses in particular - he just has a thing for Yuri, and Yuri happens to look very cute in that dress). When Yuri calls his name again, Otabek pulls his fingers out, making Yuri whine. “Just don’t complain you’re in pain tomorrow.” “I would never.” “We both know you would,” Otabek says as he gives the bottle of lube to Yuri, pressing a quick kiss on his lips. “But that’s exactly why I love you, angel.” Yuri huffs, but Otabek’s doesn’t miss the bright red blush dyeing the tips of his ears. He takes some lube and spreads it all over Otabek’s cock, his hold firmer now. Otabek wants to thrust into his fist but he fights against the urge, telling himself he’s going to get something better if he waits just a little bit longer. The blond makes a huge show out of smoothing out some creases on the dress and tightening the ribbon on the back. When he finally lowers himself on Otabek’s dick, the frills tickle Otabek’s stomach, the dress hiding where they’re connected. Somehow it only arouses Otabek more. “Do you like me like this, master?” Yuri asks, his tone absolutely filthy. His breathing is heavy and every time Otabek snaps his hips up and manages to hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Yuri he curses, but considering the circumstances he does a great job at not breaking the character he created for himself before they came to the bedroom. “I like the dress,” Otabek admits, toying with the hem that bounces up and down as Yuri rides him. “I’m - ah, fuck - pretty in it, aren’t I?” “Yeah, way more beautiful than Viktor at least.” “Don’t you fucking dare to talk about Viktor right now,” Yuri hisses, moaning right after. His body is already trembling in lust and exhaustion, and Otabek apologizes by kissing him. Yuri licks needily into his mouth to muffle their whimpers, whispering Otabek’s name over and over again as he comes closer to his release. Otabek keeps thrusting into Yuri through his orgasm, reaching his own somewhere in the middle of it all. In the back of his mind he knows they’re being way too loud and the house around them is being way too silent to hide anything. Otabek makes a mental note to get Yuri up early the next morning so they can cook breakfast for everyone else as a simple apology. Yuri collapses against his chest and whines, burying his head between the junction of Otabek’s neck and shoulder. “I really hope Yuuko doesn’t want this dress back.” “I hope so too.” “That’s not what I meant,” Yuri chuckles, pressing a slow kiss on Otabek’s neck. “I meant it’s dirty.” “Just throw it in the washing machine at home.” “Beka, I’m not taking this dress home with me.” “Why not? You looked cute in it,” Otabek says, his honest expression making Yuri groan. He pulls the dress over his head and throws it on the floor, settling next to Otabek on the bed. They both know they need to get up soon to clean up, but enjoying the warmth of the afterglow is too good to ignore. Otabek frees Yuri’s hair from the ponytail and kisses the top of his head, letting the blond intertwine their fingers. The house remains quiet around them, and Yuri needs to poke Otabek between his ribs so he doesn’t fall asleep. “You know,” Otabek says after they’ve made a quick trip to the bathroom and came back to the bed, the maid dress hidden in the bottom of Otabek’s suitcase. “Yuuri said I could thank him later. I probably should.” “You both are disgusting.”

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Riddle me this 2

Hitman!Luke + smut ;))

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What happens when you go after an old target, while keeping it a secret?

One | Two | Three | Four | Epilogue 

Why weren’t she home yet?

She informed him she’d be done and on the inside of the door by 1:00 am.

So where the fuck was she?

Luke sat with his face in his hands on the couch, tapping his knee furiously. He was pissed, scared and miserable. During these seven months that his gang and hers had been working, and living together, he had been nervous and quite pissed every time she was out on a mission like this alone. On bigger ones, especially when he knew he could help. Why wouldn’t Ashton and Mino let him help? He could’ve just been a ghost. Fuck.

When the sound of the elevator doors being opened and closed, his head snapped up. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted at her figure. He got up without hesitation, and approached her with determined steps and a radiation revealing that he was not pleased.

“And where the fuck have you been?” He snapped as he got closer. She stood still, like a statue.

“Answer me, y/n,” he kept hissing, taking the last step before he was in front of her.

She didn’t utter a word, instead just gazed at him with a done expression, lips pressed together in a line. “You know I will find out anyway, so if I were you I’d make it easier for myself and fucking tell me.”

She rolled her eyes, and made an attempt to walk past him, but he pulled her back by her arm, forcing her to look at him. She took the opportunity to push him back, and then inhaled sharply. “You have to stop worrying, I’m here baby, right?” she replied, but his face twisted at her words.

“Stop worrying, yeah?” he cooed, nodding his head at her words, and licking his lips. She pressed her thighs together, seeing him like this lowkey turned her on, dominant Lucas. But for the sake of the point, she kept quiet about that. “You tell me you’re gonna be home at 1, yet here we fucking are, at half past fucking 3 am. How the hell did you think I would react?” he stood with his arms wide.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow. I’m tired.” She talked without looking into his eyes, and it only made him more upset and aggravated. But he took a deep breath, knowing this would lead nowhere.

“Fine,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and placing his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “Go to bed, I’ll be there in a minute,” he turned his back, and walked towards the big panoramic windows that revealed the Sydney skyline. He let his warm palm make contact with the glass, and leaned against it for a few seconds, admiring the view. After seven months, he was still amazed with the sight of Sydney from above. The penthouse the merged gang had bought together was their new home, well, ‘new’ seven months ago, after the entire ‘Luke kill y/n - y/n kill Luke’ situation.

It had surprised Luke when Mino and Ashton turned out to cooperate without any fights. They actually began liking each other, and it didn’t take long at all for them to bond. The two most powerful men in Sydney, now being a team. It amazed Luke just as much as the view.

The other ones had found each other rather quick as well. Michael and Tyler, the computer boys that handle information about drugs, locations and other important factors needed for missions.

Jack and Calum, the two decoys in the gang. Smooth talkers, charming, seductive. When something goes wrong, they’re the ones you would send to the front-line. Both of them essential for the gang, as they both are great drivers, and won’t hesitate with the gas pedal. They usually race together, and that’s how the two of them began building a trust for each other. Spending time in separate cars, racing against each other, or in the same car, suddenly a dream-team that’s ready to crush their little competitor.

Inhaling deeply, he decided to leave the vivid city that he gawked out over, in the night. With tired feet, he made his way towards his shared bedroom. Eased by the thought of her waiting for him, wanting him to come to bed and forget the world for a minute, even if there unsolved discussions between the two of them.  

Her face was blurry, but you could still recognize it. Lately, it was as if you could recognize her anywhere, anytime. Something drew you further away from her, a voice. The voice was dark, but became louder for each time it spoke to you. It came closer to your ear as the girl drifted further and further away from you. She was almost gone, and the voice called on you again. “Y/n.”

Opening your eyes, you soon became aware of your surroundings. Looking around the room, your eyes finally landed on his bright blue ones. He was laying in front of you in your bed, face close to yours, and the duvet covering your bodies. What a sight to wake up to.

“You were dreaming of her again, weren’t you?” he stated, but earned a groan from you. When you turned your body the other way, he just grabbed you and pulled you against him. “Baby, it’s been seven months. She’s probably not even alive.”

You thought back to your late arrival last night, and remembered that he was probably still mad at you, yet here he was reassuring you about something that made you on the edge. You smiled at the thought. He really did love you.

“Yeah…” you muttered, wanting to change the subject. No, actually, remembering yesterday, you felt quite pissed at him to. In fact, you got out of bed instead, and threw on a loose tee and a pair of his sweatpants. He understood that you were acting pissed based on your body language, but seeing you put on his way to big pants, made him laugh and throw his head back into the pillows.

“I’ll still find out, you know,” he said with a raspy voice. You snorted, shaking your head.

“I was on a mission Luke. There is literally nothing to find out.”

“Then why are you acting like it is?”

“Because you’re giving me a reason to!”

“I know you, sweetheart, inside and out. Something is going on, and I’m gonna find out what it is,” he said, sitting up in bed before throwing his legs over the edge. He stood up, and began pacing towards you with his tall figure. His black boxers and the bulge visible in them made your mouth go dry. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him as he looked magnificent walking towards you.

Before you even got the chance to do anything, he had turned on his heel, grinning, and was now walking towards the big bathroom that was connected to your large bedroom.

He knew so well what he was doing to you, the affect he had on you just by taking his clothes off, or doing something small like licking his lips while having his eyes glued to you. A simple look could do things to you, and he knew that.

Fucker.

You fetched your iPhone from the nightstand, and saw that Calum had sent you a text message just minutes ago.

From: Calum

There’s breakfast for u 2. come get sum before its all gone, loser.

You huffed at the text and smiled, locking your phone you strolled towards the door, not bothering to tell Luke about it.  

When the clock on your phone showed 10:37 pm, you were in front of your mirror putting your head up in a neat and perfected ponytail. The mid-thigh, tight, dark blue dress hugged your body comfortably, and you felt confident in it. Suddenly, the door opened, and already knowing who it was, you didn’t bother to look at him.

“Pretty. Where did you say you were going?” Luke said, leaning his back against the doorframe, letting his head fall back on it, exposing his neck and jawline. You swallowed in silence, shooting him an ironic look.

“I didn’t.” You retorted, dragging your hands over your hair to smoothen it out one last time.

“You have the night off, y/n,” he said with a wrinkle in between his eyebrows. You smirked, and bent down to place your feet in the black high heels. Once they were on you were suddenly taller, and you were almost ready to go.

“I’m gonna go out for a while, that’s all,” you lied. But he saw right through you, again.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what you’re up to,” he said, hands in his pockets casually as he finally stood up straight, blocking the door with his body. You let out a wholehearted laugh, grabbing your coat that laid on the bed.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” he said once you began pacing towards the door, and automatically him. You shook your head, biting your lip as you stopped right in front of him.

“No, I think it’s hilarious. Get out of my way,” you snapped back, not wanting to fight with him right now. He wasn’t wrong, something was going on, but you didn’t want to involve him in it. Therefore, you thought it was better to lie in an attempt to keep him out of it. But of course he sensed something was up, and of course, he wanted in. He would do anything for your safety, and knowing something was up that he didn’t know of might have bothered him, but you cared for his safety, too. And if that meant lying in order to keep him out of it, you would.

He smirked, cocking one eyebrow at you when you stood in front of him. He pulled one hand out of his pocket and stroke his fingers lightly against your cheek, down over your jaw, grabbing your neck.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later,” you said, pushing his hand off of you and sneaking past him quickly. You heard a chuckle leave his lips behind you, as you opened the door.

“Sooner than you think,” he said, and you thought his reply was weird as you walked away, but decided to let it go as you had other issues to worry about.

Mino and Ashton were sitting in the couches in front of the panoramic windows, and they both looked up when they heard you walking towards the elevator. You closed your eyes, wishing upon stars that they wouldn’t interrogate you.

“Y/n,” Ashton were the first to speak.

“What’s up?” Mino asked, but he dragged the words out so they sounded suspicious. He looked at you with hooded eyes, and Ashton looked at him first but then back at you.

“Going out for a minute,” you said, shrugging your shoulders and giving them both a look. They took the hint, and backed off as fast as they had asked. Mino couldn’t help but to grin down at his hands. Ashton muttered something to him, which sounded a lot like a question, but Mino saw that you were still standing there gawking over them, so he didn’t say anything. Until you turned around.

“Let’s ask Luke,” he said, and you wanted to turn back around and scold them for not taking it up with you, but decided to roll your eyes while walking into the elevator.

You do that. He doesn’t know shit.

The doors closed, and you could breathe out. They had to stay out of this, or else they were going to mess everything up.

You arrived at the fancy 5-star hotel in Sydney’s Harbour at 11:47 pm, and the first thing you did while stepping out of the cab was to turn the sound on your phone off. You let your hand grace your thigh in a swift motion, and it was there. The gun under the hem of your stockings. It was there, and it was your partner in crime.

You began walking towards the grand entrance, and were mesmerized by the people in the lobby. Even though your gang were filthy rich after you merged together with Ashton and the boys, you were still not completely used to the luxury life. It intimidated you, however, the people did not. The rich and over-the-top people were people you were more than used to, after being in these business where you are ordered to kill a lot of these fuckers. You had learnt how to talk, act and behave around them. You could easily blend in with them. Which was essential for a hitman like you.

You looked down on the little note in your hand. It was a little yellow paper, and had the numbers 291 written down on it sloppily. The elevators were right in front of you, and you hurried into one that was half-full and ready to go up. Two older, fancy and snobbish looking ladies were looking at you with high brows, but then they visibly relaxed and instead studied you from head to toe. You licked your lips as the elevator came to a stop at your floor, 5.

Quickly escaping it, you began frantically searching for numbers on the walls. 268-304, left. 305-322, right.

You took a left and ripped the little paper in half, tossing it in the trashcan that hung on the wall that you passed. The sounds from your heels were muffled on the red carpet under your feet, and it calmed you. You found the sound of high heels against wooden floor in an empty hallway taunting.

Taking a halt in front of the door with the number 291, you raised your fist and placed a soft couple of knocks on it. Then you waited. And waited. For what seemed like ages. Not a sound was heard from the other side of the door. But then, a clicking sound caught your attention, and the door glided open smoothly.

“James?” you said in a sweet voice, fluttering your eyelashes at him, trying to look innocent. He looked at you suspiciously, but nodded after a few long seconds.

“Who the fuck are you?” he then said, and you noticed the silver item in his hand. Your eyes quickly darted back up to his, and you flashed him a smile and forced a giggle.

“I’m y/n.”

“I’m sorry I have no idea who you are. What do you want?” he replied, managing to sound polite despite holding a gun in his other hand. You leaned your head to the side, narrowing your eyes at him. And before he knew it, you had kicked him in his crotch, and disarmed him by grabbing his arm and holding it behind his back. You took the gun out of his hand, and shut the door behind you with your foot. He whined in agony from your grip, and you held the gun against his head.

“I want to know where your boss is,” you said, voice changed.

He closed his eyes, trying to be quiet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you fucking bitch,” he spat back, tears springing free from his eyes as he was doing his best to keep it together. You raised your eyebrows, parting your lips in a ‘come again’ gesture.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I guess that makes you useless then,” you said, loading his gun and pressing it harder against him, making sure he heard the click that the gun gave off as you loaded it.

“Who the fuck are you, you little slut?” he panted, and you grabbed his arm harder and pressed it up further against his back, which caused him an insane amount of pain. He cried out, swear words escaping his lips repeatedly.

“I can keep this up.” You said in a taunting tone, keeping your eyes on him in order to study his reaction.

“Okay, okay!” he yelled.

“Hush. Just tell me where your boss is, and the name,” you hissed in his ear, and his panting became louder as you pressed your knee against his lower back.

“Arrow, he is upstairs, top floor, the skybar.”

You let the man go, tossing him against the wall and aiming the gun on his forehead. “Thanks.” You said, firing the gun. The shot killed him instantly, and you quickly looked around the room to see if there was anything useful laying around. Nothing caught your attention, so you decided to leave.

You were back in the elevator, and this time heading up to the highest floor. You had no idea what to expect, so you decided to just get ready by steadying yourself. You had two guns under your dress by now, and somehow they didn’t show underneath your stockings. Afterall, it was a tight dress. You shrugged your shoulders, and kept repeating the name ‘Arrow’ in your mind so you wouldn’t forget.

The doors made a ‘plinging’ sound, and opened a second later. Wow, it was a beautiful scenery in front of you. From the elevator, you could see out over the Sydney skyline and harbour, because it was glass fences right ahead. So the bar was on the roof, which was interesting to you. Half of it had roof, but the other half of the area had no roof, and were completely open. It was as if they wanted a no-wall bar, so the guests could enjoy the view to the fullest. And you could understand why. This was beautiful. You stood in awe for a couple of seconds, until a young couple got in the elevator. You walked out, taking in the surroundings.

About two hundred people filled the bar, some sitting in the luxury sofas and armchairs around the area, some standing around high tables on the sides, next to the glass surrounding the bar. And of course, people standing around the bar that was placed against the wall next to the elevator, under the part of the area that had roof.

After ordering a dry martini and paying for it, you decided to walk over to the right side of the bar, and lean against the glass railing. There was no roof over your head, so cool breezes caught your ponytail occasionally. You frequently looked around the area in an attempt to find someone who could look like a powerful leader of some kind. Instead, your eyes landed on a man that was also powerful. He caught your gaze, and you moaned, turning your head to look out over the pretty city.

He was by your side not even a minute later, eyes burning into you. You took a sip from your drink, and it burned heavenly in your throat.

“Tell me it’s a coincidence that you’re here,” you said, turning to scowl at him. He shook his head, looking like an ashamed dog. He was probably not even here on his own terms. You took a deep breath, nodding. “I figured.”

“Luke knows, we all know. But he is seriously pissed, y/n,” the sweet boy in front of you said. You let out a chuckle, taking yet another sip from your drink. “No, he is mad, raging mad at you.” He rephrased himself, and drank from his beer.

You looked at Michael, and the way he was standing in front of you, warning you. He was sweet, sometimes you thought he was too sweet to be in this business, but then you remembered how good he was at this, and how he could turn into a bad boy in the span of a second. You smiled reassuringly at him.

“Thank you for telling me,” you said, and he shot you a weak smile, obviously feeling for you. And you had to admit, hearing Michael tell you how angry Luke was with you right now did actually scare you. You knew that on some level, it was wrong not to tell him. But on the other hand, you did it because you didn’t want any of them involved. Yes, that was definitely your alibi.

You looked around the bar, trying to find your man, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“He’s not here yet, I rushed to be here before him so I could tell you. Head’s up,” Michael said before he turned on his heel, and walked off towards the bar. So if he was on his way, that meant you still had some time before he’d arrive.

While you were looking around, making sure the coast was clear from anyone else from your gang, you spotted a man in a black suit, he had stitches on his right eyebrow. His hair was dark, and so were his eyes. You got the feeling that it was him, and usually when you sensed something, you were right.

You began waltzing over to him, he sat in one of the sofas, looking comfortable. There were a few other dressed-up people sitting around him, and not until you got closer you noticed his bodyguards, who were not necessarily next to him, but walking around the bar.

When you saw the way he leaned down towards the table in front of him, and putting his index finger on one of his nostrils, you knew it was him. The man in front of you, who just snorted up a line of what you assumed was cocaine, was Arrow. No doubt.

He tilted his head back, waiting for a few seconds before shaking his head slightly. When he leaned back in the sofa, positioning himself comfortably, he noticed you. He scanned you from where you were standing, gazing at him. You stood with parted lips a few metres away from their corner, and he raised his hand to gesture for you to come with his fingers. You automatically walked up to him, and he tugged on your hand, plopping you down on the couch next to him. He let his index finger glide over your lower lip, and you knew this was wrong. But this was your job. You didn’t want this, none of it. You were absolutely repulsed by this, but you knew you had to go through with it unless you wanted to blow your cover.

“Who do we have here?” he purred in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. You gulped, but tried your best to hide it.

“I-I’m sorry. I saw you from afar, and I-” you stuttered, lying of course. He hushed you, face close to yours. You felt his hand on your knee, and the way it was moving upwards. You needed to get it away, or else he’d feel your guns.

You grabbed his hand in yours instantly, and placed it on your waist instead, smoothly making him think you wanted him in that sense. He grinned, and came closer. You could feel his breath against your face, and it smelled of alcohol.

“Wanna go to my room? I’m in the suite,” he mumbled, lips dangerously close to yours.

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” a dark voice next to you said. Arrow squinted his eyes and looked up, eyes set on the man standing in front of the couch. He was surprised none of his guards had taken this man out yet, seeing he had ordered them to take out anyone he didn’t approve of to come close. But when he looked around, he saw that none of his guards were close. In fact, they weren’t even there.

“Who the fuck are you?” Arrow spat, hand still on your waist. You felt something in your stomach build up, as your eyes scanned your boyfriends furious face.

“None of your concern. Sorry to cut your little meeting short, but we’re leaving now,” Luke said, and before you could say anything, he had tugged you up by your arm, and placed you behind him. It wasn’t until now that you noticed that he was wearing a suit. He looked sharp, clean, and rich. He looked vigorous.

“She came to me. It was her choice, so no. Did you take my guards out by the way?” Arrow asked, standing up in front of Luke. They were the same height, however, Luke was bigger, and you got the urge to bring your gun up and shoot the man in front of you. Although you knew that would destroy everything. He was essential for you right now, you needed him alive. But Luke kind of blew everything by his dispute with him.

“Yeah, I did. Is that a problem?” Luke teased, snickering towards the man in front of him. You suppressed a smile. You knew whenever Luke said that, it meant he’d beat their ass it if was a problem.

“Hold on, you’re Luke Hemmings, aren’t you? You little shit,” Arrow said with gritted teeth. Luke’s jaw clenched at his words, but he kept his cool.

“Yeah, I am. Is that a problem?” he changed the words up, but said the same thing. It made you muffle a giggle that you couldn’t suppress, and Arrows eyes darted to you in an instant. You placed your palm over your mouth, and looked at him dead serious.

“Not yet it isn’t,” he then replied to Luke, eyes narrowed and stance revealing dominance. Luke raised his eyebrows, shrugging his shoulders. “Good. Then we’re done here. I’d go and check up on your so called guards if I were you,” Luke said, tracing his tongue across his upper lip, and tilting his head in a provoking way. Arrow chuckled darkly, but then nodded slowly.

The way Luke talked, acted, reminded you how powerful he actually way, not only in his skills, but in his field of work. He was one of the most powerful men in Sydney, and right now, the man in front of him stood no chance.

“I’ll remember you, don’t you forget that,” Arrow said, leaning closer to Luke. Then he signalized for his friends around the table to get out, before storming off towards the elevators himself.

Luke was still standing facing the sofa, and you were standing behind him. You were just about to try to escape from there, and him, when you felt his hand gripping tighter around your arm. Shit. He was still holding you.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You’re coming with me,” he said, turning to you, shooting you a look. It sent shivers down your spine. His long digits were digging into your skin roughly, and you whined when he began pulling you towards the elevators.

He managed to get an elevator for yourselves, and pushed the green button which led you to the lobby. Although, halfway down, he pressed the red button where it said “STOP”, harshly. His fist landed on it, halting the elevator dead in its tracks. You jumped at the sudden movement, and looked at him with large eyes.

“What are you doing?” you barked at him, but he just looked at you under the hair that had fallen down on his forehead. He was sweating, and you understood why. It felt hot, so hot.

“What are you doing?” he snapped back, and you were taken aback by the weight his words held.

“I was fixin-” he cut you off before you could finish. “No, you weren’t fixing shit. You were making a mess out there! I know why you are here, I know everything. I told you I would find out one way or another.” He turned his body to you, and was standing with his arms hanging down the sides of his body. He looked as angry as he was with his fists closed.

“What exactly do you know?” you yelled back, dragging your hands over your pulled-back hair.

“I know Iris is alive, I know that’s her boss, I know you came here trying to get him to reveal where she is and I know you want to get to her.” He was speaking with a collected voice, but the fact that he was raging was still permeating through his words.

“Okay good, then you know. You good now?” You said, looking away and making a move to press the button on the elevator.

He prevented you from getting near the buttons, and instead pressed you against the wall behind you, trapping you between him and the wall. He placed his hands on either side of your head, leaning close to you. His breath was intoxicating, and you felt so turned on. You wanted him.

“No, I’m not good now.” He hissed. “Why didn’t you come to me?” he breathed, taking the moment to ghost his lips over yours, knowing he could get anything he wanted out of you. He was your biggest weakness, and he knew it so well.

“Because things could get ugly. I don’t want you involved in this,” you said, telling the truth.

“That’s cute. So every time things get ugly you’re gonna lie to me and try to go fix it alone?” He laughed, arching one eyebrow and sucking his cheeks in. “Why didn’t you take Jack or Calum with you then?”

“I don’t think you understood me, Lucas. I don’t want any of you involved. She was my mistake, I’m gonna fix this.” You said, tears welling up in your eyes from how frustrated you were on him, on everything, on you failing. You let your head fall back against the wall as you swallowed the tears down.

“Bullshit. She was our mistake.” He corrected you, holding a finger up in front of your face, taking a step back. He dragged his hands through his hair, like he usually did when he was pissed. “Do you realize how bad things could have gone out there tonight?” he then said, voice filled with anger again.

“Because you fucked it up!” you then retorted, getting sick of this. “If you would have let me done my thing, I could have been on my way to Iris right fucking now!” you continued. His eyes widened, and suddenly you were back up against the wall and he was pressing his chest onto yours. His lips were so close to yours you could taste them if you reached out.

“Oh, so your plan was to follow him to his room? Then what? Fuck an answer out of him? Amazing.” He was shouting by now, and his eyes were piercing into yours, rage clear in them.

“Of course not!” you yelled back, feeling fury rise in you as well. “I would loosen him up, talk him into telling me, threaten him, I don’t fucking know!” You shouted, eyes automatically on his lips again. Oh my, those lips.

“You don’t know? That’s better, that’s much better!” he laughed ironically. You snorted, narrowing your eyes.

“I would have figured it out!” You replied, but thinking back, you weren’t sure what your plan actually was. If you were to have followed him, what would had happened? You shrugged it off, a sudden feeling of anger overtaking you.

“No, y/n, you wouldn’t have! He is not as powerful as us, but he is still powerful, do you realize that at all?” His eyes were dark, so dark. Seeing him pissed off and dominant made you tingle, you couldn’t suppress that. Damn, he was so hot going off like this. But despite him being a sexy beast, he still managed to piss you off.

“I do realize that, but I was handling him,” you pressed your teeth together, staring at Luke with daring eyes.

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it?” His words made you want to scream in his face for being such a jerk, but instead you reached out to press your hands on his chest to push him away, but he caught your wrists in his hands, pinning them over your head.

“Don’t.” He whispered, and in a heartbeat the entire atmosphere changed. There was still fury and rage burning between the two of you, but then there was that electricity. He was breathing heavily, his chest moving up and down against yours. You were quiet, scanning his face, how his jaw clenched, to his eyes and how they were staring deeply into yours.

“This turned you on, didn’t it?” he murmured, leaning his head to the side, snickering. You dampened your lower lip, playing with your tongue on your teeth. “Don’t fucking lie to me now,” he said, suddenly moving his thigh so it was positioned in between your thighs, spreading them.

“Yes,” you breathed back.

“Hm, you naughty girl,” his voice echoes clear in your mind after those words. Then he pushed it up so it made contact with your core. Your dress was pulled up by his movement, and it revealed the two guns you had under the hem of your stockings.

He chuckled when he spotted them, and swiftly got rid of them by pulling them up and letting them fall to the floor.

Then he looked up at you with a boyish grin, but his body was dominant, and finally, after what seemed like ages, he caught your lips in his.

Kissing Luke was your favourite thing, he had his unique way of moving his lips, and knew how to make you go weak in your knees by combining lips, tongue and hands. And right now, his thigh. He was moving it slowly underneath you, and it created such a nice friction against your clothed clit. You released a moan against his lips, grabbing his broad shoulders for support.

“You think that slimy asshole would make you feel good?” He hissed against your lips, before dipping his head down against your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin, probably leaving marks on there.

“No, I’m yours,” you breathed, panting, wanting nothing more than for him to continue.

“Oh, are you?” he said, biting down on your skin. You groaned at his action, and you could feel him smirking against your skin. He sneaked his hand under your dress, stroking the outside of your panties before actually dipping his hand inside. His long fingers reached down under your panties, feeling the wetness in between your folds, spreading it up to your clit. He slowly eased one finger inside of you, and you moaned, head resting against the wall behind you. He pumped it in and out, letting his hard bulge grace your thigh - notifying how hard he was for you.

“Are this soaked because of me, or him?” he continued to tease, and when you didn’t reply, he quickly withdrew his hand, turning you around so you were standing with your hands against the wall, ass pouting out. He tugged your dress up harshly, and let your panties fall down to your ankles, before slapping you hard on your ass. You whined at the sudden contact of his palm against your ass, but it soon turned to pleasure as he did it again.

“Answer me,” he growled, pressing his chest against your back, grabbing your ponytail in his fist, and tugged on it. His lips were close to your ear, and he bit down on your earlobe, purring.

“Fuck, ah, you,” you breathed, and he let go of your hair, letting his hand slowly glide down your neck, and back, down towards your ass. “Good. And yes, you are mine.”

“Tell me what you want, babygirl,” he coaxed softly in your ear, hand massaging your ass, making you lose focus.

He brought you back to reality when he spanked you one more time, making you yelp forward. He reacted by reaching around your hips with one arm, placing you like your previous position. “I’m waiting, sweetie,” he cooed behind you, and for a second his touch disappeared, and when you turned your head to look at him, you noticed that he was taking his blazer off, unbuttoning the white shirt under.

“You, I want you, Luke,” you were practically a mess waiting for his touch - needing his touch. You let your head fall down so it was hanging down, and you noticed his feet walking up behind yours as you were looking down. Then, his hands were back, and he was tugging on your hair again, lifting your head up.

“That’s right, say my name.”

Suddenly, the elevator began moving, and both you and Luke stared at each other in shock for a few seconds.

“Shit,” he said, buttoning his shirt again, throwing his blazer on and adjusting it. You pulled your dress down over your ass, and remembered the guns. You picked them up from the floor, placing them in the hem of your stockings again. The number above the doors showed a 5, which meant you had no time left. You tugged the dress down, fixing your ponytail and coat. And just in time, the doors opened.

Both you and Luke shot each other a look, and a second later, you were walking out hand-in-hand, fingers entwined. You were unable to wipe away the smirk that spread across your lips, what just happened in there had surely made you even more frustrated.

Michael stood outside the entrance, and when he saw the two of you emerging from the building he threw his arms open wide. “What took you guys so long?” he said in a questioning tone.

You looked up at Luke when you stopped in front of Michael, and hid your face against his arm, not able to stop smirking.

“Had to deal with something,” he said, calm and gathered as ever. You gazed up at him with big eyes.

“Sure, we gotta go, Mino and Ashton wants to talk to you two,” Michael said, not digging into things. He turned on his heel and began walking off in the direction of his Ford Mustang. Luke finally looked down at you and caught your gaze. When he saw your expression he chuckled. “Don’t think for a second that I’m done with you,” he said, letting your hand go. A grin danced devilishly on his swollen lips, but it was gone when he parted them to speak again.

“You make me so fucking mad,” he breathed, shooting you a dead serious look, before heading towards Michael. It was clear that he referred to the entire situation, and not the elevator scene anymore.

You stood frozen on the spot. This man had the ability to make you hot for him in the matter of seconds, and at the same time aggravate you like no one else.

You shook it off, and you were the last one of the three of you to head towards Michael’s car, wet, sexually frustrated, and mad.

A/N: More to cum ;))))

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Engraved pt. 4

Masterpost <-- Engraved 3 | Engraved 5 -->

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 5940 Warnings: Sexual references? Fighting, blood, injuries, FORESHADOW CENTRAL YAYA. Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader A/N: LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! nope i did not tell anyone i was dropping this today, not even you @oh-beyond whoops!

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When an opportunity strikes where you get to be with the guy you’re maybe interested in for a whole night, and get to dress up a little sexy without it seeming weird, you should always take that opportunity. So right how you were getting ready for a night at the club, picking out an outfit. Was it better to show leg or to show chest in this situation? Chest probably singe you’d be sitting down a lot. From your closet you pulled simple black skinny jeans and strapless top. You had to look the part going to EXO right? Even if you were there to work. Xiumin had called you, asking if you could come over and take a balcony shift. Because Kai had poker night with his ‘colleagues' so that meant Chen had to take care of the balcony. But since D.O. was injured he couldn’t work downstairs and had to take balcony shift. However, Xiumin didn’t want him to do anything serious with that cut still healing, so he asked you to babysit. And yes, he phrased it like that. “Come take a balcony shift and babysit D.O.” Like you hadn’t done enough by saving his life right? But you liked Kyungsoo, he was nice and good company so you didn’t really mind. You put on your usual makeup, dark but not too thick. Just lining your eyes, filling in your eyebrows and putting on some shade of lipstick that matched your hair. With care, you changed your smiley piercing from a circle to a banana, because you wanted to. The rest of your piercings were well in place, and looked good. The shirt left your collarbones completely exposed and you wondered if you should get them pierced. Like Jongin and Sehun. The annoying sound of your phone ringing interrupted your thoughts and you went to pick it up. “Angel.” 

“Yo, Chanyeol here. You’re coming over right? I’m on my way back, you want a ride? Chen told me your are getting your motorcycle fixed.” Ah, Chanyeol, always thoughtful. You wouldn’t say you were close to him, but you liked him. The stupid puppy smile and his weird attachment to explosives and other sorts of weapons. The more sound it makes, the better. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thank! How far are you?” He was silent for a second and you could hear the sound of the direction light. “About a minute or 15.” That was enough time. “I'll meet you at the front door! “ “Out!” he said, hanging up the phone, and you laughed. It was nice to see someone as kid like as Chanyeol in the group, he really lifted the mood. Especially when him and Baek were together. They got a long pretty well, especially because they joined the gang at about the same time. You put your lipstick in your bag, and put up your hair with a pin. Not to tight, not to messy, just right. Some strands fell in front of your eyes and you wet them to make them stay together instead of it looking like fuzz on your forehead. For shoes you went with your over the knee, high heeled, black suede boots. It was a mouth full, but they were awesome and made your legs look really good. Downstairs, you put your phone and lipstick in your small bag and put on your trusty leather jacket. A leather jacket is never wrong, never. Chanyeol pulled up in front of the store and you locked the door behind you. He was driving Suho’s car. “Since when are you all allowed to drive this car?” you said when you stepped inside. He revved the engine loudly. “She’s pretty isn’t she.” “I don’t like cars.” you states, shrugging. “Suho lets us borrow it, because we need it. Our other car died because it had 24 bullet holes in it.” He said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Well I hope you gave it a proper funeral.” “We harvested the organs and sold them on the black market.” Meaning they called someone to take apart the car and then sold the parts that were usable. The drive to Exo was a little longer by car, because you couldn’t take all the shortcuts you could with the motorcycle. Chanyeol pulled up in front of the gate and Baekhyun opened it without him even having to roll down the window. “He was waiting wasn’t he.” “I texted him, saying you were wearing a deep cleavage shirt.” You punched his arm. “You two are insufferable.” but you knew he was lying from the shit eating grin on his face. There was already a line forming at the entrance, even though the party hadn’t even started and it was only 9pm. Two more hours to go and the party would be full on from the get go. Inside, Xiumin, Lay, and Chen were setting up the club, moving things form the storage to the hall in the back. “Hi Angel!” Jongdae called, not looking back while carrying three barstools. You chuckled. “Heya!” Upstairs you found Sehun in D.O.’s bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet. “What are you doing Oh Sehun?” you clicked your tongue and leant against the doorframe. He looked like he was caught stealing something, and he probably was. But he gave you a once over. “Looking good I see.” “Are you stealing something.” “No.” “Eyeliner is behind the mirror, borrow Chen’s he won’t notice.” You reached over him and opened the mirror door, taking Jongdae’s eyeliner from a cup. Sehun looked hot with eyeliner on, the sleek line of his jaw, slender nose and sharp eyes made him look almost like a model. There was something very mature and untouchable about him. “How did you know.” You sighed. “Seriously, I can see you have one eye done, are you stupid?” He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Excuse me, I still look better with one eye done than you do with two.” “At least I’m symmetrical and don’t look like i got punched i the face.” you shot back with a small smile. His hand was steady as he applied the eyeliner to his other eye, a little messy, smudging it on the bottom line. There didn’t seem to be any precision in it but it looked like it did. You did know that the secret to good eyeliner was to not want to be too precise. Well if you wanted to look a little dark and mysterious, not if you wanted to look like one of those starbucks girls. Then you needed a ruler. “Thanks!” Sehun said, handing you the eyeliner and skipping out the door. Yes, skipping. Arms circled around your waist and you leant into the familiar warmth of Jongin, who rested his chin on your shoulder. “Did you just let Sehun borrow Jongdae’s 30 dollar MAC eyeliner?” he hummed. You put your hands on his. “No, I think i don't even know who that belongs to. Chanyeol or D.O. probably. I don’t really want to get kink shamed in front of everyone.” “That's what he threatened with.” “That’s what he threatened with if I use it. If Sehun and his dirty little hands use it idk what would happen to be honest.” Kai laughed, muffling it against the skin on your shoulder. “You should wear more clothes, aren’t you cold?” He was too sweet sometimes, really. Out of all of them Jongin’s heart was the purest, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. But he did, for work, for them. Even though Xiumin never made him do anything, he did it anyways. He said it was for family, and that he didn’t mind. Sometimes, when he called you late at night, and just wanted to talk, you knew something had happened. Like now, how he was clinging to you. You saw it in the mirror, his hair casting a shadow over his worrying eyes. He was always nervous before it started. Always. “You need a drink.” you slid from his grasp, and made your way to pull him to the living room. That’s when you saw Kyungsoo by the door. “Hey!” He eyed Jongin before letting his gaze fall on you. “You really have a thing for guys in bathrooms don’t you?” Very aware that Jongin was still right behind you, you stepped up to Kyungsoo and unbuttoned the top button of his blouse. “What can I say, moans sound nicer with tile walls.” Jongin tried his hardest to sustain his laugh, hand over his mouth. D.O. looked just as amused, but more in the form of a smirk, and a dark edge to his eyes. He was ready to play. “I'd have to try that out sometimes then.” “You should, but don’t have sex in the bathwater, yeast infections are a bitch.” you said with a way to happy voice, as if it was just another hallways conversation. Or bathroom conversation really. When you were in the living room, you went for the liquor and poured Kai a glass, sliding it over the counter. “Drink.” He didn’t protest and downed it in one go. “Thanks.” “You have no reason to be nervous.” “It always happens, I’ll be fine when I get in there.” “No you’ll be fine when you have more alcohol.” You poured him another glass. “Don’t down it, just take your time. You know what to do, you’ll do just fine.” Besides him, you fixed a few stray hairs that were sticking out weirdly. Smoothening them back with the rest. He licked his lips, and bit his bottom one. “Baekhyun dealing tonight? Or Lay?” “Baekhyun, Lay dealt last time. Speaking of Lay, I hear he’s been bitching at you again?” Kai took a sip of his drink and followed you downstairs. “D.O. asked, if you’re wondering, what you beef with Lay is.” You shrugged. “I’ve been around often last couple of weeks, agitates him, let him go. D.O. doesn’t need to know it’s none of his business. Plus if Lay wants him to know we are all very aware that he’ll just tell him to throw me under the bus.” Jongin did ’t answer you and you went to help out the guys with setting the bottles of alcohol and glasses behind the bar. Suho was straining to reach the upper shelve, white skin pulled over taunt muscle contrasting with the black shirt. “Anything I can do to help?” “You 180?” “Sadly, no.” you laughed but helped him fill the lower shelves anyways. Sehun finally came by after a few minutes and put the glasses on the top shelf without having to be told to do so. Chanyeol and Lay took care of turning on the lighting, setting up the music station. Xiumin was handing out earpieces to everyone who had to work downstairs. The next hour was quiet, and Kai and Baekhyun led 4 men in through the backdoor. They were dressed in nice suits, just like Kai. Baekhyun on the other hand was wearing a black shirt with the logo of EXO, and thin framed round glasses on his nose. The men looked rich, probably estate bankers Jongin worked with on a scam. Not that they knew, the never did. Jongin was good at what he does, lying, conning, being charming and seductive, wrapping people around his little finger. He was speaking to them, motioning around with his hand, leading the group. Lips pulled up in a signature smirk. You saw a particular red head making his way onto the balcony, and you watched him from afar. He sat down, pout on his lips because he probably knew that you were there to babysit him. The plush curve of his bottom lip visible even with the distance. Red hair looked impeccably good on him, and the sides were neatly shaven. “Go get him tiger.” Jongdae said and pushed you with his elbow. Shit eating grin on his face that you didn’t see but could practically smell. “Oh I’ll get him and you watch me boy, because this.” you said turning to face him. “Is how the professionals do it.” With that you went up the stairs now that the glass door was still unlocked. In 10 minutes everything would go on lockdown that guests weren’t allowed to see or touch. Kyungsoo was doing something on his phone, that still had reception right now, but wouldn’t in a couple of minutes. Courtesy of Baekhyun, he has installed multiple signal jammers and these things that just basically rendered your phone useless. Even the camera and basic functions. “So I’m on babysitting duty.” “If you say that again I will punch you in the face.” He grumbled. You sat down, close to him, he didn’t move away. “How are you feeling.” He groaned, throwing his head back, exposing the column of his throat. The tendons stretched out and moved as he swallowed. “I feel perfectly fine, I can work just fine. This is ridiculous.” Somehow you felt sort of bad for him, you knew what it felt like wanting to work but not being allowed to. “Have you ever seen Jongin play?” you asked. D.O. opened one eye and eyed you suspiciously with it. “No, why?” “I’ll give you commentary, it’s fun to watch. He’s playing some rich guys tonight.” you unintentionally leant your arm on the backrest, behind him. Your arm brushed against his hair. “Fine.” “Listen, let’s just make the best of it. We’ll be stuck here for a couple of hours. I really don’t want to make you feel like you’re being babysat.” you pushed him lightly and he smiled a little. His lip ring caught on his teeth and flicked back. “Is this part of your game.” You laughed, shaking your head. “If you want it to be.” He paused, lips slightly parted and a little wet. His eyes looked directly into yours as he came a little closer. You felt his breath on your lips as he spoke. “Game on.” A smile broke out onto your face, and you didn’t know why. “Jongin is starting.” you pointed to the Glass Cabinet. Baekhyun was shuffling the cards and Jongin was leaning back in his chair. “You always call him Jongin?” Kyungsoo asked, keeping his eyes at the room. “Most of the time yes, I try now to around Xiumin, pisses him off.” “Are you close.” “Yes, do you care?” “Should I care?” “No.” “Then I don’t.” Weird. “Are you blindly trusting me?” “I'm playing along.” For a moment you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t expect him to be like that. He completely changed from the first time you approached him. Was he intentionally that shy back then? From this angle you could see the line of his jaw well, it curved in a little at the end, but it was prominent. The stretchers in his ears were black and solid, not those where you could put a pencil through. Something you advised people not to do, because it just wasn’t supposed to be used for that. “Angel?” You hummed in response. “Have you ever split someone’s tongue?” “Oh yuck.” you said gagging in distaste. “I don’t do things like that. And for the love of God if you do, I’m disqualifying you.” The two of you laughed, and Jongin won his first hand as the party goers slowly streamed inside and the music was turned up a few notches. You had to lean closer to his ear so that he would properly understand what you were doing. “He always wins the first hand, the cards are shuffled in a certain way. It took Baekhyun weeks to learn how to properly keep them sorted. It’s a different set each week, so that we don’t catch suspicion, but he always wins.” He didn’t reply but nodded while watching them. “See the guy with the red tie? He’ll be leaving first. Jongin will lose the next three, random shuffle. Then he’ll start counting cards in a random order, either odd do even or even to odd.” you trailed along, trying to explain the tactics as simply as possible. Kyungsoo clicked his tongue. “I'm not following.” “Meh, you’ll see. He’ll get it.” He turned around and found that you were closer that he initially expected. So he shifted a little, but his leg was still pressed against yours. It wasn’t awkward, neither of you looked down at it, just at each other. “Where did you learn this?” “It’s what I do?” “You play poker for a living? Don’t make me laugh.” he leant over the table to pout the two of you a drink. You couldn’t drink much, two at the most, three if the night was long. People from the balcony usually didn’t interfere much with downstairs. It was like sitting on the bench for a football game. Chen enjoyed it though, not having to do much, Chanyeol and D.O. hated it. You understood, because it felt like you weren’t good enough to be downstairs. You swirled the glass, watching the gold liquid cast the light from the strobes over your shirt. “I play with people for a living.” “Is this your way of telling me that Baekhyun and Chanyeol payed to to sleep with me?” Another laugh escaped your lips and you shook your head. “Of course not. I have the uncanny talent to have people do what I want them to do. Coercion, persuasion, seduction. It’s a thing on the side, the shop has been paying off so I don’t have to do it as much anymore. But i scammed my way around town.” He made a funny frown, probably because of your last sentence. “Are you using the uncanny talent on me?” “You ask a lot of questions.” “I’m curious.” “Me too.” you said, and paused before you went on. “But I’m not playing this games with ulterior motives, this is merely for my own enjoyment, and your of course. I’m not blackmailing you, holding anything back, i’m not using anything against you. It’s just fair play here.” His eyes searched for something in yours. “So you cheat.” you nodded. “What are your non ulterior motives?” You grinned, and leant down to his ear, lips brushing over his industrial piercing. “I think we both know the answer to that don’t we.” Without another word you trailed your fingers over his neck, playing with his piercings there. He shuddered under your touch, but he didn’t pull away. So you continued. With your fingers ghosting over his skin and the metal that ran through it, you pointed back at the Cabinet. “He’s playing scheme B, so he should win this one.” Then his shoulders tensed, Jongin’s. He shifted in his seat, crossed and uncrossed his legs. Tapped his foot to the floor. He lost the hand, and tousled up his hair. Frustration, anxiety. If you could see his face he’d probably be biting his lip till it’s raw. You didn’t wait any longer, and sat upright. With careful movements your removed the piercings from your lips and nose. “Give me your hand.” you said, and he held it up with big eyes as you placed the piercings in them. “Okay.” you used the screen of your phone to touch up your lipstick. And felt Kyungsoo’s gaze on you as you let down your hair and rolled the top of your boots down to below the knee. “What are you doing?” He asked, worried. “Saving Xiumin’s money.” You grabbed your back and used a tissue to wipe of your lipstick and wet it with your tongue to remove some of your eyeliner. “I’ll be back.” With a swift movement you pulled out the pin from your hair and let if fall over your shoulders, slightly curled from being up. Your heels sank into the rug on the floor and clicked down the concrete stairs. Xiumin and Lay were enjoying a drink at the bar, now that all the guests were here and Xiumin could leave Baekhyun’s spot with the surveillance. You had to push some people away to get there quickly. With both hands on Lay’s shoulder you said; “Lend me your jacket.” “Excuse me, get your paws of me.” he bit and shrugged of your grip. Your eyes met Xiumin’s. “What are you doing?” he asked. Without any hesitation you replied, your eyes not leaving his. “Kai is losing.” The unexperienced eye wouldn’t notice, but for the fraction of a second you saw fear cross his soft features. “Give her your jacket.” he told Lay. “I don’t think so.” “Lay, that’s an order.” Xiumin dropped his voice and you felt Lay tense, but he didn’t react immediately. He was considering his options. “Lay!” he barked, and as if on cue, Lay shrugged his jacket of into your hands. It was heavy, and a dark dark blue. The fabric was smooth against your skin and it was on the big side. So you rolled up the sleeves and closed the second button. “I’ll bring it back.” you said. It was just to cover up the wing tattoos on your arms. To your surprise Lay didn’t answer you before you left, but you knew he’d give Minseok shit about it. Upstairs you went back to D.O. who had left your piercings on the glass table. “Come.” you motioned him over, and crossed Xiumin and Lay in the hallway. Xiumin gave you a short nod, knowing what you were about to do. Lay kept his gaze forward, head held high. They were going to the balcony so that someone was at least checking on the camera’s. “Listen.” you said, fixing his hair so that it looked less grungy and a little more kept for as far that his hair could look like that in fiery red. “You’re going to go in there, and you’re telling Baekhyun he’s needed downstairs. I will switch places with him. Don’t say anything else, don’t do anything else. After that you wait at the door, guard duty.” You motioned for him to tuck in his blouse. “And most of all whatever you do, do not make eye contact with Jongin.” “Why not?” he asked, eyes wide with confusion. “I’m just going to need you to trust me, Kyungsoo.” you looked at him, asking with your gaze. He doubted, but replied. “Okay.” “Go.” you pushed him towards the door and he opened it, walking inside with his back straight. With your arms behind your back you waited by the door, and remembered to quickly push your smiley piercing up so they wouldn’t see. Kyungsoo put his hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder. “You’re requested downstairs.” he said, voice clean and sharp. Baekhyun looked up, and then his eyes fell on you. “Okay.” he nodded, knowing what the procedure was for this. He was just supposed to go back to his room, or anywhere that the players couldn’t see him so they wouldn’t get suspicious. Baekhyun stood up and ran a hand through his red hair. When he reached you at the door, he tapped his foot against yours as if by accident, and you felt three of his fingers brush against your hand behind his back. Scheme B, gone wrong at the 3rd round. You stepped into the room, slow and deliberately, sitting down at the head of the table. With swift flicks of your hand you collected the cards on the table. “Goodnight gentlemen,” you gave them a curt nod. “My colleague is needed downstairs as you hear. I’ll be filling in for him. I deal with the same rules, so nothing is changing. I’m just checking his notes to see where we stand.” Beside your right hand was a notepad where Baekhyun had kept the score, later it would be typed out and put in a file where Suho would organise all the earnings and losses. Kai was sitting two seats to your left, the easiest place for you to deal to. D.O. watched you, the way you folded the cards over and around your fingers. So fast he could barely follow what you were doing. Flashes of red and white, twisting, turning, until you considered the cards properly shuffled. You placed them on the table and glanced at each of the players at the table, even Kai. You noted that his bottom lips was red from chewing, and he was still twisting in his chair. You sat up a little straighter, crossing one leg over the other. Your foot brushed the leg of the man to your left, running up the length of his shin. His eyes had been trained on your chest from the moment you sat down, and you used it to put him off his game. He sat in the hardest place to control. The card were dealt and you placed three in the centre of the table, flipping them over. Number 3 and 4 would have to be the first to go. 1 was to your right, easy to manipulate in cards, 5 to your left was still to distracted by your chest. As of plan, Kai pulled out this round, folding and leaning back in his chair. It was good to let him sit out for 1,5 round so that he could relax and get back into the game. But with you dealing he knew that he wouldn’t need to do much. The second round was when you noticed that guy number 4 was counting cards. His lips moved slightly as you dealt him each card, and as you turned the ones on the table. They flickered from the stack to the others on the table. That was an easy removal. “Guard, would to mind showing number four out. He’s violating out rules.” you said calmly while turning another card on the table. And cue the anger. “WHAT!? I’m not doing anything!” he yelled, as Kyungsoo stepped over to him. “You’re counting the cards.” “I am not!” he yelled. You chuckled lightly and looked up to him. “Of course you’re not. You’re going to leave your money on the table and leave. Or I will get my boss and see what he thinks.” “A little girl like you can’t hurt me.” he boomed, and D.O. was ready to pull him outside. You held your hand up for him to stop. With your head cocked to the side you let your eyes glean over him. “You’re married, second wife I guess. Two kids, maybe three, they bought you that tie. I can see, it’s cheap. Now, we do not need your family to find out that you’re gambling their money in poker every third saturday of the month. Your wife is probably playing tennis with her friends, and your kids are with the babysitter.” He was silent, mouth hanging agape. “Leave the money, and step outside.” you told him again, calmly and removing your gaze from him to to notebook beside you. That’s some easy money made. The man sighed and pulled the money from his wallet, dropping it on the table and leaving the room with Kyungsoo. You smiled at the others. “Let that be a lesson for anyone who tries to count the cards. We’re here for a nice game of poker. Not to scam people.” They each took their turns, rounds went on, and Jongin became more comfortable at the table. Number 3 left when he lost his for the fifth time in a row. He left the money and let D.O. escort him out. By the time the firsts guests downstairs were leaving, you cleaned up the cards from the table. Most money was with Kai now, and the 30th round had been played. It was late in the night, and Jongin left the room with the grumbling but tipsy men. There was no need for anyone to find out that he was part of the group. It left you and Kyungsoo alone in the room. “How did you do that?” he asked taking the cards. “Is the weight altered?” You laughed as he spread all the cards on the table, testing them to see if they were different. “What is this?” You came up beside him and ghosted your fingers over the cards. “Magic.” you whispered in his ear. “Queen of hearts.” you said turning over the card, revealing the queen of hearts. “King of spades. 2 of cloves. 10 of hearts. Ace of diamonds. Jack of diamonds.” Each card you pulled was the right one. “What?” he whispered in awe. “Are you secretly a magician?” with lips pursed he turned to look at you. With a laugh you shook your head. “No, look.” You took the king of spades from him and turned it over, placing it over the back of the 2 of cloves. “Look closely.” you pulled down the upped card, slowly revealing the pattern on the back. “I don’t see anything!” he said frustrated. “I know, now look at this one.” you switched the positions, king at the bottom, revealing the pattern in the same way. “Still nothing.” You did it again. “Look closely, follow the pattern.” Millimetre by millimetre you slid the card down, swirly pattern at the back seemingly symmetrical revealed. “There!” he suddenly said, pointing at the centre of the card. “That’s not right!” With a kid like gleam in his eyes he look from the cards to you and back. “They’re altered?” With a nod you put the cards back into a stack and placed them in a glass box. “Yep.” “How do you do it though? I mean, shuffling them like that and keeping track of the backs. The differences are minimal.” “Years and years of practice.” He pulled you back by your arm when you were about to leave the room. You found yourself close to him, looking up. “Have you ever seen yourself do that? Sitting at that table. Dealing the cards.” “I don’t do it in front of a mirror no.” With a small smirk on his lips he leant down a little. “You were playing them, I could see it. The way your gaze flickered between the steadily, the way you were comfortable sitting in that chair. In full control. When you told that man to leave, how you spoke to him.” You trailed a finger down his chest. “So you like someone who is dominant.” “No per say. I’m just saying, you looked hot.” he whispered against your ear, smiling. “You should give Lay his jacket back, you looked better with it off. That guy, at your left, he was constantly staring at your chest.” “I know.” “I saw your foot under the table.” he was still whispering, even though there was nobody in the room. “I know.” “Were you playing me?” he said out loud now, eyes narrowing. You chuckled, pulling his shirt of of his jeans because it looked a lot better like that. You smoothed it down, feeling the muscles of his abdomen move under your fingers. “There are no breaks in this game, Kyungsoo.” With a smile you shrugged of the jacket and walked out the room in front of him. “You coming?” you called over your shoulder, and he followed with a smile and a shake of his head.

***

Something should’ve told you this would happen. And you knew it would, but not in this way. You surely didn’t expect to find yourself closed into a corner in your own shop. In the dark of night, by two men. They were big, and you were in no position to take them on like this. But you had to try. One of them grabbed you arm and you fought back, managing to unbalance him and push him to the floor. That’s when the rest stepped in, one of the pulling you around your waist and hurling you against a wall. You banged into it with your back and slid down. In the corner of your eyes you saw something red underneath the counter. The button. You groaned as you tried to crawl over there, your back aching. Someone put a foot on your arm and you hissed in pain. Stupid move though, as you turned onto your back and twisted your legs around his to throw him over. You punched him in the face and sprinted to the counter. It was like they finally noticed you might be an actual problem, and they double teamed you. One of them jumped on you, weight crushing your rips and you swore you felt them snap. A sharp pull on your hair, a stomp against your leg. You twisted. Elbow connecting with a jaw, and heel with a groin. Purely on instinct. You managed to reach the counter and push the button. Someone moved a belt around your neck and you yelled, scream cut of as it pulled tight around your airway. Your finger clawed at the leather as they pulled you back by your neck. “Stop screaming and we’ll let you breathe.” one of them growled and yanked hard against the belt. You felt that it was looped, the cold press of the metal part against the back of your neck. It took some self control to get yourself to calm down, but you relaxed. Knowing it was your only way out. Even though you felt like a leashed dog right now, and your ego wasn’t having it. Footsteps sounded from upstairs, and you trashed again as they stopped looking at you. One of them punched you in the face, and your nose almost instantly started bleeding, blood running into your mouth. You spat it out, right on one of their shoes. Earning you a knee to the ribs. That hurt more than it should’ve and you whined. Your mind flashed all sort of alarm bells, fractured ribs, broken nose, cut of airways. Calm down, you told yourself mentally. Calm down and you’ll make it out. A pair of heels clicked on the floor and stopped in front of your kneeling figure. You didn’t look up until they pulled the belt and your airway was cut off. “So, I heard they call you Angel.” the woman said, a man came up beside her. You immediately noticed he was the leader, and not she. They were trying to throw you off. But he had that air around him, authority, it stank. “But you’re not part of their crew are you? You’re just another asset.” She looked at one of the men. “Did you find anything upstairs.” You noticed that there were now 6 of them, as somebody stepped around. Someone else tied your back while that other man showed her something. “We couldn’t find anything relating them to her, but we found this last time. It didn’t seem that important, but turns out this is one of them.” A sketchbook, shit. He opened it to the woman and man in front of you, and your hands were now painfully crushed together under the burning scrape of rope. You felt your fingers throbbing with the lack of blood running through them. The woman took the sketchbook and clicked her tongue. You knew exactly what she wanted as she turned it towards you. She pointed at a drawing of a boy on one of the papers, he was sitting in the chair, reading a book. Tousled hair pushed back, skinny arms showing under short sleeves. Slim, long legs pulled up, dressed in sweatpants that were too short. “Who is this, and where do we find him?”

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Ça, alors (Drake x MC)

[A little note: I’ve done! 12 pages later and the anon that requested a friend of Robyn’s from her life before coming to visit her in Cordonia is complete! As usual, I regret to inform how long my stories have the tendency of being but once I started - it kept going and I wanted it all nicely to fit into one place instead of a part 1 and 2. I want to keep this going because I think Jai’s a lot of fun but here’s at least a good place to end off. If you’ve got time to spare - I hope you enjoy this! Thanks again anon for the fun request].

[Summary: When Robyn’s (MC) friend comes to visit, she’s more than a little nervous for what that means in the palace. Unlike the rest of Robyn’s friends, Jai’s impromptu arrival at the palace could spell trouble].

[Word Count: 5231 so long, so very long]

Robyn has been pacing back and forth in front of Drake for the last sever minutes. It has been so long that Drake thinks he’ll go insane if he doesn’t try and stop her. He bites his tongue before finally succumbing to the urge; closing enough distance to gingerly grip her wrist and pull her lightly towards him. He wants to provide some sort of comfort in the wake of the abrupt and nearly unhinged silence between them since they’ve awoken.

The sunlight catches her at just the right angle, highlighting the frustration that flits across her face as she bats his hands away. She dances out of his grasp, her face uncharacteristically unreadable. Her hands sweep her hair, continually tugging and re-fixing fine curls every few seconds until eventually she surrenders to the whim of her messy bun altogether. Her teeth snag her bottom lip, while she paces restlessly towards the other side of his bedroom.

It’s the first time Drake has ever seen her quite rattled – nervous. Every gesture she makes is jerky, tense. He can’t help but worry while watching – something has to be very amiss, he thinks to himself. Usually oozing self-confidence, the woman in front of him fumbles to meet his puzzled frown and fails miserably at the urge to groan.

“So, you are nervous.” Drake quips. She refuses to even hold eye contact with him for longer than a couple seconds.

“Me? Nervous?” She squeaks, “no way.” Forcing a laugh, she waves his concerns away dismissively with the flick of her wist.

He quirks a singular eyebrow at her.

Groaning again, she throws herself onto his bed. Her feet kick-up, increasing her momentum as she pounds her fists against his silken sheets. “Gaaaah,” she wails.

He waits a beat, allowing her to take her frustrations out until she suddenly stops and slumps forward; taking the sheet with her. “So, I take it you’re ready to be honest about what’s been eating you?” Although, he has a good guess. He figures it probably has to do with her old friend joining them for a few days after calling Robyn out of the blue.

“Why am I so nervous?” Robyn grabs a pillow in time to muffle a frustrated scream.

Drake tries his best not to laugh. “Seriously, why are you so nervous?” He smoothens his expression into a smirk and waits until she rolls over before adding, “I thought you’d be more excited to see her.”

“I am.” She pauses, frowning a little. “I mean I am excited.”

“Really?” At her emphatic nod, he purses his lips. There’s a little note of dejection in her voice that makes him think otherwise. His Robyn is usually so sure of herself and seeing this particularly vulnerable side of her has awakened his instincts to shield her at all costs. It takes a lot out of him not to tuck her to his side and rub her back. Instead, he waits for her to say more.

Robyn tucks her legs under herself as she sits up. “No.” She says abruptly. “Yes. I mean – it’s just,” a stray curl flies up as she blows out a frustrated breath and stares at the ceiling. “Jai and I kind of have a complicated relationship.”

“Kind of complicated?” He echoes dimly.

“Yeah, we were – or are great friends.” A frown line appears between her brow, “hell, she’s pretty much my best friend but….” Trailing off for a moment, she sits cross-legged. “Jai sort of has this tendency to bring out the um…bad me,” even as Robyn speaks, her mind surges with unbidden memories from the past; years of knowing her and realizing it’s never a girl’s night without a spiral of bad decisions and forgetting half of the night before. “Really, it’s…probably nothing.” She mutters meekly, not quite meeting his stare.

“Tinsley,” she hears his sigh and feels the slight dip in bed as he inches closer. Within second his fingers touch her skin.

His hands are warm, they always feel warm and cause a small shiver to run down her spine. A little reluctantly, she lifts her head. There’s a worried frown she’d like to change into a smile with a kiss.

His hold weakens the moment she does. Leaning over, she kisses him noisily on the lips. When she pulls slightly back, he rubs lazy circles across her forearms.

She drops her head to his chest. “Hmm?”

Drake waits until she peeks up at him. “You aren’t telling me why you’re nervous and now I’m almost too afraid to ask.” He means it as a joke, but his tone ends up falling flat. His imagination has been going haywire since she first mentioned her friend’s untimely visit nearly a week ago.

It isn’t that he’s uninterested in meeting the woman. (He has to force himself to be more open-minded as it is after all the only friend she’s told him about since living with them in Cordonia). But he expected himself to the nervous one at the idea and yet it’s his fiancée that’s nearly shaking like a leaf as she nestles herself further into his arms.

“I don’t mean to worry you.” She trails a finger across his jaw. “I guess I’m worried because…. I know how Jai works,” She forces a smile. “I know how I am when we’re together,” she bites her bottom lip thoughtfully. “And I don’t know if I like that me anymore.” Pressing her eyes closed for a moment, she shrugs.

Drake’s expression softens. Cupping her cheek, he leans intently forward. “Hey, look at me.”

Her eyes are slowly train on his, on the abrupt intensity in his stare; reflecting back at her.

“You’re amazing Tinsley.” His lips tug into a rare smile. “And nothing you did in the past could ever change that.” He reassures her, “nothing you’ve ever done could ever scare me away.”

“Really?” She asks, her voice hopeful.

“Really.” He implores quietly. “Face it Robyn, you’re stuck with me.”

“…Even if I killed someone?”

His face twists, “wait what?” That is the last thing he expects her to say.

Her eyes glint mischievously. “I’m just saying – you said I could never scare you away.” Grinning, she sticks her tongue out at him. “I figure if that’s the case that means you’ll stay with me even when I do something crazy.”

He laughs and Robyn barely manages to keep a straight face until he suddenly tackles her. “Ah!” She lets out a gasp at being pressed into his bed; gazing up at him the moment she finds herself pinned underneath his body.

He captures her arms with his coarser one and braces them on either side of her head. “Does that answer your question?”

Her heart skips a beat and she sucks in a breath when she feels his hardness wedged in the between her thighs. “…I guess we’d both go to jail then.”

“Guess so.” Smiling, he lowers himself until their lips are almost an inch away from each other. “But only if you make it worthwhile.”

His voice has gone husky, a deep timber that causes a rush of goosebumps to erupt across Robyn’s skin. “I think I can be very convincing,” she closes the rest of the space between them; eagerly capturing his lips with hers again.

She hooks her legs around his waist. His lips coax hers open, and when she feels the tip of his tongue darting inside her mouth, she moans loud enough for her to believe someone will hear them if they aren’t careful. But she doesn’t want to be careful – not when he’s possessing her mouth with such fervor, not when his eagerness growing harder by the second. Her fingers itch to be free and makes a small noise of protest.

He tightens his hold and keeps her hands firmly by the side of her head, ignoring her silent request to run her fingers over his skin.

When he pulls slightly away, they’re both breathing heavily.

“God, I want you so badly right now.” Her voice tinged with need, she rubs himself intimately into him and watches as his eyes change.

A smirk flits across his face, fleeting before he settles for nipping her bottom lip playfully; earning another soft moan from her lips. “But do we have enough time?”

She knows him better than to believe that. And the playful smirk that follows is enough for her to confirm her sentiments. He doesn’t really care about how long they spend in bed before joining the rest of the waking world.

Smiling coyly over him, Robyn tries to shift her hips forward and her stomach dips in delight when he hisses out a sharp breath. “Well you’ve got me right where you want me, so who cares about the time?”

Hiding his smile, Drake bends his head low and with exaggerated slowness his lips skim the base of her throat. He plants tiny kisses there and relishes in the little noises she makes as he does the same to the other side. “You’re right,” he mutters pressing his lips into her skin; feeling her nerves flutter at the base of her neck. “I do have right where I want you.”

Robyn is about to respond when he grazes her lips again, this time roughly. It’s a demand that he wants more than simple kissing. When he lets go of his hands to roam underneath her shirt, an idea strikes her.

Twisting, she wrestles until she’s able to outmaneuver his impassive frame. She catches Drake off-guard the moment she’s solidly on top of him. Straddling him, she grins cheekily at his mouth half-open. “Are you really sure you have me right where you want me?” She cooes.

Seemingly recovered, his arms slide to rest near her lower back. He sits up and his own back hits the headboard as he tilts his chin up to meet her amused stare. “You bet.” He murmurs back, huskily.

“No, I think I’m the one with the upper-hand this time.” As though for emphasis, she rolls her hips enough for him to take a ragged breath. “Don’t you think, Drake?”

Before he can respond, there’s a sudden knock on their door that causes them both to jump in alarm.

“Mr. Walker?” The voice takes a moment for either of them to recognize. It belongs to one of Liam’s most prominent caretakers of the palace. “Mr. Walker?” The voice repeats, except several octaves higher.

Robyn keeps her mouth firmly shut, as she shares a wide-eyed look with Drake.

Clearing his throat, Drake responds timidly. “Uh yeah?”

“I haven’t been able to find Miss Tinsley anywhere.” She says with increased uncertainty, “and I wanted to ask you as soon as possible, if you’ve seen her.”

“Why, what’s going?” Robyn inquires before Drake can answer. She freezes, realizing her mistake the moment she’s spoken. She groans and wants to kick herself for responding but her curiosity has always gotten the best of her.

There’s a pause over the other side. “Uh, there’s a woman downstairs for you Miss Tinsley,” the woman says slowly; as though trying to recover from the shock of hearing her.

“Oh,” Robyn frowns. “Oh!” She says a second time, slapping her forehead.

“What?” Drake asks, alarmed by the sudden shift in her attitude.

“It might be Jai – she must’ve came in early from her flight.” Glancing at the time, Robyn tries to extricate herself from her finance until he swiftly blocks her attempts to scramble on her feet.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.” He murmurs huskily.

Fingers running along her lower back, Robyn shivers again. “Someone’s hungry this morning,” she teases but doesn’t stop him from unhooking her bra. Anticipation and adrenaline floods her – until the door suddenly flies open and Robyn barely has enough time to dive under the covers before a flurry of footsteps rush inside.

“What the hell?!” Drake growls and Robyn yelps before she peeks from underneath her sheets.

Drake scowls at the sudden intrusion however Robyn blinks twice at the familiar fair-skinned figure that has entered.

“So, this is why you’ve been hold up in Cordonia for so long.”  

The voice sounds distinctly familiar and Robyn finds her mouth swinging open for a moment in complete surprise – dark hair and willowy figure and all – in the flesh, smirking at the both of them. “Jai!”

Drake, still inside his boxes looks for his robe before tossing it to Robyn.

“Hello handsome. Hi Ro.” Jai blows a raspberry while Drake tries frantically to cover himself as he searches for a robe.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she clucks her tongue. “You haven’t got anything down there that I haven’t seen before.” She says breezily, chuckling at the sight of him blushing and fumbling for some kind of retort.

“I – you – ” His scowl deepens and he swerves his attention to his fiancée. “Robyn.”

Robyn helplessly shrugs, feeling all but a little loss for words as Jai chuckles again.

Jai leans against the door, seeming unconcerned as the two of the figures in front of her scramble to find proper clothes to greet her. “Please, don’t stop on my account. Sometimes I like to watch.”

“Robyn.”

The maid that had seemingly disappeared momentarily is suddenly back. With one hand over her eyes and the other frantically griping thin air as Jai takes cautionary steps to dodge her, she apologizes profusely. “I’m sorry Mister Walker and Miss Tinsley. I tried to stop her but she wouldn’t listen to me –”

“That’s alright Gretchen.” Robyn says with a sigh, batting away Drake’s robe when he tries to hand it to her. She’s already found an appropriate outfit to slip into. Jai steps farther into the room as Robyn makes a gesture at the maid to leave. “It’s fine, she’s an old friend. You can leave us.”

Gretchen curtsies awkwardly and keeps her gaze rooted to the floor as she makes her escape.

It isn’t until she safely closes the door behind her that Jai whistles. Her dark hair shifts to the side as she inclines her head. “Well that was awkward, wasn’t it? A maid catching the both of you like that. I can only imagine the gossip.”

Finally pulling on some suitable clothing, Robyn flies across the room to hug her. “Jai! Wow, it’s so good to see you!” She beams.

Jai laughs, hugging her back and smiling down at her the second she releases her. “It’s good to see you too beau.”

Drake loudly clears his throat. They both turn in time to notice he’s yanked on a shirt and a pair of jeans. “Uh, not that this isn’t touching and all but could you wait outside for a sec…” he trails off for a moment, watching another smirk touch Jai’s lips. “…Jai, right?”

“My friends call me Jai,” the woman says crisply, her voice suddenly dripping with traces of venom. “But I don’t know where you fall yet, so call me Jaiyanna.”

“Jai!” Robyn scowls at her friend. “He’s my fiancé.”

“But a stranger to me.” She counters.

“You can trust him, I do – with my life.”

“Of course, you do.” She shrugs her slender shoulders delicately. “I gotta figure out if he’s worthy of you yet.” She winks and Robyn fights the urge to roll her eyes. “But anyways yeah, I’ll wait outside. But we’ve got lots to catch up and talk about.” At the note of annoyance flickering inside Drake’s eyes, Jai feels more than inclined to add, “I mean it’s not like I’ve never seen Ro naked before but you don’t have to worry about.” She purses her lips, “well not really, we were both drunk and -”

“Okay, out you go.” Robyn’s hands quickly jerk the door wide open and swiftly shoves her friend. Cheeks burning, she can still hear her friend’s laugh floating even from across the door.

There’s a moment of heavy silence when she whirls back to glance timidly at Drake.

“Well that was…” Drake trails off, barely managing to place into words the type of entrance he just saw.

“Yeah…that’s Jai for you.” Robyn tries to laugh, but by his grimace he doesn’t seem to find the situation funny. She fixes the buttons on her blouse. “I’m sorry maybe I should have warned you –”

“No, it’s fine.” This time it’s his voice that’s having difficulty to keep from squeaking. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “Really, I’m sure Jai’s a great….friend.”

“She is!” She insists, “…but she’s also an acquired taste.” A pause. “Like wine.”

“Right.” He nods slowly.

“Well, we should better meet her outside – there’s no telling what sort of trouble she’ll find without us.”

“Wait a minute.” A horrible thought suddenly strikes Drake. “Are you saying she’s even worse than you?”

Robyn doesn’t miss a beat to answer. “You have no idea.”

Feeling suddenly ill, Drake follows dutifully behind her only to find the woman’s all but disappeared.

-

The sound of moaning and hushed whispers, would’ve kept most people away. Hell, anyone with half a brain’s able to figure out it’s past do-not-disturb territory and entering if-you-do-so-help-me god - but Jai isn’t like most people. She looks for trouble, thrives on excitement and thrills, so shoving the maid aside and tossing the door open had seemed like the most natural thing at the time.

She hadn’t anticipated the rush of jealously when she spotted the two of them half naked. The broody man that’s whisked her best friend away.

Robyn’s mentioned Drake before – in one of her rather long-winded emails that Jai half-read and yet she’s still surprised to see them. She’s even more annoyed at how envious she feels at the sight of them; how happy they are despite her stepping in and intruding on their happiness. And after that all her thoughts have been anything but sugary sweet the way she told herself to be. She doesn’t know why, but she cared more about hurting them – hurting Robyn in that moment than commenting on how happy they were.

Unfortunately, none of what she thinks would’ve worked. And much to her surprise and annoyance, their relationship is as solid as Robyn mentioned nearly a dozen times.

After leaving their room, Jai roamed the halls; deciding it’s better for her to clear her head of those kind of thoughts instead of bringing trouble anyway.

She’s the one that came without warning – the least she can do is try and figure out why Robyn would’ve given up all the freedom they’ve had in New York for this. This cushiony and kind of pompous life she’s gotten now. Where Jai thinks, Robyn’s probably stuck in boring meetings with stuck-up strangers all the time instead of finding trouble whenever possible. Although, Jai did get a kick out of the whole Tariq scandal thing.

Jai hates to admit to herself though; Cordonia is beautiful. More than that, there’s something magical about it that appeals to her. Although she’s never been a fan of fairy tales, she’s found herself more than once wondering what it’d be like to live here. And the flight into the country despite its mishaps and bumps, plus the little she’s seen when she snuck subtly past some security before they caught her – it’s all breathtaking.

She can’t find one good reason to hang onto the feelings she had while traveling here. Maybe a change of scenery is all she needs to finally put her mind at ease. Maybe it’ll do some good and give her some much-needed clarity after the month she’s had.

Slipping her fingers inside her blazer, she turns down another hall; finding the stairs quickly before setting her heels at the task of following unto their well-polished floors. She swears she can see her unblinking face staring back at her – hair the colour of midnight that falls in beach waves across her shoulders; hazel eyes that look tired only to meet double French doors by the time’s reached another hall. Suddenly feeling excited, she barrels through quickly and grins at the sight of wine stocked to the brim. Jackpot.

She recognizes several labels – and picks the most expensive one before prying the top off. The peach liquid goes down smooth and she whistles at how divine the flavours feel on her tongue.

Damn, this place keeps getting better and better.

She drinks another mouthful before she tucks it under her arm. Giving one final look of the room, she vows to return another time before she sets off down the hall again.

“Where is she?” Jai stops inside her track at the sudden sound of voices booming in another hall.

“I can’t believe it’s only been only an hour and I’ve already lost her.” It’s Robyn and by the sounds of it, Jai thinks she’s exasperated.

“Don’t worry- we’ll find her.” Another voice reassures her – one that’s unrecognizable. A deeper baritone that sounds well-refined, almost as smooth and velvety as the wine she has with her.

“She couldn’t have gone far. She’s here to visit you after all Robyn. Hopefully, she’s alright and just a little lost.” Another voice chimes in; sweeter this time and vasly lighter in contrast to her own voice.

Jai ponders for a moment on speaking up until she hears their footsteps – receding into the other direction. Throwing caution to the wind, she takes another swig of her wine before scurrying across the hall in order to greet them. “Hold on, I’m right here –” She stumbles when she directly slams into a hard chest.

It’s one that feels immobile as their strong arms quickly prevent her from falling over her own feet. “Oh!” The voice sounds startled. They step back only when she’s able to blink up at them. “Are you quite alright?”

Jai meets the stranger’s stare and her throat suddenly goes dry. He’s handsome. It’s the first thought she has and the electricity that flares between them makes her pulse quicken. Although he isn’t just handsome in the way that she finds a lot of men handsome. He isn’t rugged in any sense of the word but refined with highly European looks that strike her of an aristocrat rather than a simple citizen of Cordonia. Unused to not being the tallest person in the room, she blinks up at him before a smile touches her lips. “I am now.” She responds, boldly touching his arm.

The man seems taken aback by her attention and Jai feels disappointed when his hands drop to his side. He takes a courteous step back as the rest of the voices she heard earlier joins them.

“There you are!” The relief she hears in Robyn’s voice is almost adorable.

“Here I am.” Jai is about to stretch her arms wide when she remembers the wine.  “And I brought a friend.” She wiggles her eyebrows, earning a laugh from Robyn but a worried from some of the others.  

“Kinda reminds me of that time we snuck into school to steal some of that wine our old professor kept buying, huh?” Jai grins, she turns her attention back to the bottle and squints. “In fact, I could swear it’s the same label….”

“Jai!” Robyn interrupts, grabbing the taller woman’s arm. “Maybe we should slow down with the wine. At least until dinner.” She takes the bottle from her and passes it to Drake.

“Why?” Jai bristles. It’s no fun when Robyn acts all responsible. Without waiting for her to respond, she quickly steps between them and grabs the bottle before thinking better of it.

Drake blinks in surprise and Robyn gives him a pointed glare once he surrenders it to her. “Don’t want me to tell them all about the Robyn I grew up with, hmm?” The Robyn that would’ve never been caught dead at something as posh as this. “It’s a pity because I remember her being fun.”

“I couldn’t possibly know what you mean, but I assure you the Robyn we know is extremely fun.” The woman in the pink floral dress intercedes cheerfully. She clasps her hands together, “I honestly don’t think Cordonia would be the same without her.”

Instead of listening to the murmur of agreements, Jai rolls her eyes and shifts her attention to the other gentleman that hasn’t introduced himself yet. His eyes sparked with a glint of mischief that alludes her into thinking she’s found a kindred spirit.

“Not that I disagree with Hana’s assessment but we’d still love to hear stories about our little blossom in the big city.” He wraps his arm around Jai and squeezed her shoulders. “Especially from a friend.”

“Maxwell!” Robyn and Drake yell at the same time.

Jai grins, bumping him playfully. “You know I think I’ll like you.” When she meets Robyn’s mortified expression, she smirks triumphantly. That’s right, I can win over anyone.

“Jaiyanna everybody – she’s really a charming one, isn’t she?” Robyn suddenly leaps between them, and makes hasty excuses for a moment alone with her. “We’ll be right back!”

-

Once they’re a safe distance away, Robyn’s fingers on her arm tightens enough for Jai to think it’ll leave a mark. “Okay, Jai enough’s enough.”

“Really?” Jai’s grin widens and she wrenches her arm free. “Because I’ve barely begun scratching the surface.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Jai snorts, folding her arms. “I’m the one having fun – what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” She hisses back at her. She closes her eyes momentarily; trying to ignore the stab of anger she feels flaring. It’s always been like this with Jai – she never knows when she’s crossed a line. Or maybe, she does and she just doesn’t care. Robyn doesn’t know which is worse. “I just thought we’re friends.” Her voice is a lot smoother this time, most of the anger she feels has drifted off. “Friends don’t embarrass friends like that.”

“Oh, so now I’m embarrassing.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Robyn replies, voice faltering. She lets out a frustrated sigh, fighting to remain composed as Jai narrows her eyes at her. “Did you really come all this way to tell stories about me?”

Jai thinks she hears guilt – maybe regret inside her voice. “Yes and no.” She says before she can think better of it. It’s always been easier for her to say what’s on her mind than keeping it bottled inside.  “I’m sorry, okay?” She sighs, “it’s just – I never realized how happy you are here until now, and seeing how much better off you are without me in your life – it sucks okay?”

Robyn’s expression softened. “I never could be happy without you Jai. You’re my best friend.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” She mumbles glumly.

“I can have multiple best friends.” Robyn retorts, quickly closing the gap to hug her friend. “Wait till you meet Penelope.”

“I have a feeling by the way you’re saying her name that I’m supposed to be very surprised when I do meet her.”

“Oh, you will be trust me. She’ll be here in a couple of days, we’re supposed to be doing this world tour –” Robyn stops, scowling at herself as soon as she realizes Jai’s successfully diverted attention from herself. “But this isn’t about me right now – we’re talking about you. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but why the sudden rush to be here?”

“Well, I wanted to make sure I’d be on time for the wedding.” Jai hedges, waving a superfluous hand in the air. “You know how I usually am with events – fashionably late, blah blah.”

“Jai…” Robyn trials off, “we can talk about the wedding later.” She bites her lower lip, “now you’re really making me worried.”

Jai sighs heavily; barely fighting the abrupt urge she feels to confess everything. Robyn makes it so damn easy when she looks up at her with those puppy dog eyes. “It’s my dad.” She says finally, swallowing the sudden lump lodged in her throat. “He died two months ago and I’m – I’m sort of a mess, y’know?” Fresh tears prickle at the corner of her eyes, and she rubs them hastily away. Although she’s never seen eye-to-eye with him, the news still hurts – especially when she has to say it out-loud.

“Oh my gosh, Jai I had no idea!”

“How could you? I mean – we talk on and off for months at ends but then we stop talking again. Again and again.” Jai closes her eyes, fighting for composure. “And it’s never been a good time to bring it up….” she trails off as Robyn hugs her again, except this time Jai doesn’t want to shrug her off. Her hands clutch tightly to her. She’s afraid if she lets go, she’ll disappear, “dammit I don’t want to cry, I’ve done enough crying already.”

“I’m so sorry,” Robyn mumbles, hugging her tighter. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you found out, I’m sorry I –”

“Don’t apologize yourself into an early grave Ro.” She jokes, although her voice cracks and she finds it difficult to keep it even when she averts her eyes to the ceiling. “It’s alright.” She squeezes her shoulders before reluctantly letting go.

“At the time when I found out, I wasn’t in a good place – not for company anyway. But you’re one of the only people that mean the world to me. And I needed a distraction to get out of my own head for awhile.” She smiles weakly at her, “so obviously coming here made the most sense.”

Robyn laughs lightly at her attempt of defusing the tension with humor. If she’s learnt anything over the years, is that no one pushes Jai into nothing she doesn’t want to do. “God Jai, I missed you.” She confesses, hugging her again.

“I missed you too – but I could do without the gazillion hugs.”

“Sorry,” Robyn smiles sheepishly. “But I am gonna give you the biggest distraction of life until you’re ready to talk about it.” At her friend’s nod, Robyn loops her arm around her. “Now let’s go join the rest of them, shall we? I think they’re all really excited to get to know you. Especially Maxwell.”

“I knew I’d like him.” She pauses, “what about the other one? The really tall and sort of the poster model for beautiful. Really, he looks like he’s been sculpted from the gods –”

“Oh. You mean Liam – uh, King Liam.”

“That’s Liam? You left that for broody mc brood over there?” She whistles, “god Ro what were you thinking?!”

“Sssh!” Robyn hisses sharply, knowing she was joking but still feeling mortified at the thought of anyone hearing them. “I think they can hear us.”

“Sorry, I just –” Jai frowns, “you must really love him then, otherwise you’re completely insane.” She waits a beat before adding, “no I’ll definitely go with insane.”

“Shut up,” she playfully bumps into her. “Maybe love just does that to us. Maybe it makes us all a little crazy.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely alone on that one.”

Laughing, Robyn and Jai walks the rest of the way in companionable silence, occasionally giggling and making faces at each other as they both take swigs of the wine Jai procured earlier. Neither one of them are particularly worried about the rest of the day, until they notice with mild alarm the hustle and bustle everyone else is in till dinner.

There’s plenty for them to do before the rest of the day is over.

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