#and still willingly walks into the house because he wants to help somehow

[akkivee]

which trio is more concerning, mixed up’s 💉⚖️3️⃣ where we have sensei’s high in demand heal ability and abilities that reflect and cancel, potential true hypnosis mic foils and could be high demand themselves, or arb’s 💉📿0️⃣ where an evil woman entity has targeted jakurai and kuukou and rei have to stop her (and fail) lol

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

+1 Chance | Short/Oneshot

In which some people get an extra life.

Tags/Warnings: pro Esports!Kook, Teenage crushes to ???, SFW, Short, Open ending, all around fluffy

Length: 2.2k Words

A/N: Yes I'm still writing on existing stuff dw. Just a random valentines day drabble. Not proofread.

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You met Jungkook in summer, many years ago, when the sun was hot and your friends turned out to be nothing but situationships.

You’d been seeing the hints of their friendship not being of honest nature for a while now- but as a young girl barely about to graduate a year later, you didn’t want to be alone during your allegedly best years of your life. So you ignored the warnings one after another, always found excuses as to why their behavior was totally justifiable and normal, even if deep down you knew that you were just trying to convince yourself of that.

And then, you met him- a guy showing you honest kindness for nothing asked in return.

It was hot, sun burning, and you’d tried to get out the pool- but your small strawberry floaty had kept slipping from underneath you, making it hard to find the strength to get out of the large pool in your ‘friend’s’ backyard by yourself- when suddenly, a hand had grabbed the red item to keep it still, so you could properly hold onto it for a moment.

“Here- let me help.” He’d said, black nail polish chipped. And you’d taken on the help, too tired to really care about the fact that your friend had told you to just ignore her brother’s ‘weirdo friends’- him clearly being one of them. “Want me to help you get out? The sun is pretty hot right now, you should get out soon.” He had worried a little, and you'd nodded, pushing yourself up on the ledge after having let go of the floaty, finally having been able to escape the pool with his help, as he made sure you wouldn’t slip or end up back inside because of your strength leaving you.

You weren’t sure back then where your friends even were at that point. But somehow, it was like a moment of realization- a clear sign you couldn’t ignore any longer. “your uh.. friends went to watch a movie upstairs now, in Kate’s room..” he says, watching you sit down in the shade, drying yourself with a towel you brought.

���..thanks.” you’d mumbled. “I.. Probably should go home now.” You’d shrugged, feeling ashamed and embarrassed to ever having trusted these people at all. All they did was use your kindness and clear need for just someone to talk to and befriend- and you’d willingly accepted that, blinded by the glimpses of happiness they’d made you feel every now and then.

They knew how to manipulate you- keep you happy and clingy enough with occasional treats never given too often.

“I mean.. I can drive you. It’s late.” Jungkook had offered you. “But we’re also missing a fourth player for mario-cart right now, down in Kate’s brother’s room.” He’d jokingly told you- something that had given you hope.

“..but won’t it be weird?” You’d worried. “They don’t know me.”

“Well, everyone’s a stranger when you first meet them.” Jungkook had laughed, as he gave you a towel from close by, both of you having slowly walked back into the house. “I’m Jungkook. Just in case you didn’t know. “ He’d introduced himself, smiling like he’s the sun itself.

And little did you know that on that day, as you gave him your name, you both also set the foundation for much more than just a friendship.

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“So you two have history?” Your friend asks, sitting across from you on your hotel room floor, both of you occupied with making sure your freshly applied nail polish dries well. You’re on a weekend trip for just the two of you, to take some time off the stressful life and to nourish your friendship a little.

“Not really.” You shrug. “I wouldn’t call it that. More so.. An awkward friendship when I was younger, before I moved away.” You answer, explaining your situation as to why Jeon Jungkook, one of the current top e-sports players had greeted you when you randomly ran into each other today in the hotel hallway.

“Oh, so he was the guy you had a crush on when you were younger?” She teases, never forgetting anything it seems like- not even a random confession during a childish game of never-have-I-ever. “I knew it. Damn, you were so close! Imagine your life if you’d bagged that guy.” She swoons, having made it known time and time again that she wouldn’t pass up any opportunity to ‘get her hands on those abs’ if she ever had the chance to do so. You know this is simply a joke, but still, her words do make you think.

How would your life have turned out if you got with him?

Would he have chosen to go against his parents’ advice to just keep his hobby as, well, a hobby, or would he have accepted their wishes to instead study something more steady, to earn a position in a stable company? You’ll never know- but despite that, its still interesting to just humor that idea for a moment.

“Hey, maybe there’s still tickets for the tournament!” Your friend chirps up, having noticed her nailpolish having dried by now, phone fetched and disconnected from the charger as she swipes and inputs her passcode to unlock it. “Or I’ll ask if we can have my brother’s tickets, since he didn’t go..” She mumbles, texting him most likely now.

“It’s.. I don’t know, we wanted to go out for dinner though.” You mumble, checking your polish for any imperfections. “You don’t even like gaming that much.” You also add, teasingly so. She rolls her eyes.

“Just cause I don’t play them, doesn’t mean I cant enjoy watching someone play them instead.” She argues. “Also, you can watch the game- I'll watch the pretty boy.” She winks, making you laugh with her, when she receives a text, phone falling out of her hand for a second before she can pick it up again. “Oh- he said we can have them!” She chirps up, clearly excited. “As far as I know they’re free seating- so if we’re early, we get to choose where we wanna sit and watch.” She explains, texting him some more while you contemplate.

This is dumb. He probably has a girlfriend, a life of his own, hell- you have a life of your own now, far away from him. There’s no reason for you to try and test your luck like this, but you’re also a fan of the game he’s competing at. So, maybe..

Yeah. You’re totally not doing it for him. You’re just going to watch the gameplay.

What’s the worst that can happen?

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It’s not even the next day yet, but you already see him again.

On your way down to the reception desk, mission clear in your head to muster up the courage to ask for another pillow instead of sleeping uncomfortably like this, you’ve barely exited your room when your eyes meet again in the hallway.

He says your name. His voice has gotten deeper after all those years, you notice. You nod, and he smiles, the turn of the corner of his mouth pulling your attention to the twin piercing he has placed there, silver rings piercing right through his skin. “It’s been a while.” He offers, hands in the pockets of his pants. He must’ve been out with his teammates, smell of faint cigarette smoke clinging to him as you walk a bit closer.

You nod. You feel awkward, all dressed down like this, having gotten reader for bed hours before, trying to find sleep without the extra comfort another pillow would bring you. “how are you?” He asks, and again, you nod.

You hate this. You’re still terrible at talking to people. “I’m good.. and you?” You answer, avoiding eye contact. Of course he’s obviously doing good- great even, about to bag thousands of prize money tomorrow when he’ll surely win the tournament.

“Good. Great even, now that I.. anyways, do.. What’re you doing here?” He wonders, clearly happy to initiate smalltalk. “vacation or work?”

“vacation. With.. a friend of mine.” You tell him, toes digging onto the fluffy slippers you brought on this trip for yourself. “like.. a girl’s weekend.” You explain, and he nods.

“Yeah.. guess you gotta leave the men at home sometimes to unwind.” He jokes.

“hmhm. Well, she had to- I don’t, you know, have anyone, so I’m flexible.” You tell him, and that seems to make his eyes sparkle almost like you’ve challenged him. Which you didn’t- so why does he look so energized now.

“Cool! I mean.. yeah.” He nods to himself, before he seems to realize something. “Oh hey, if I interrupted you or I’m holding you in a conversation, don’t mind me! You look like you were on your way somewhere-“ he starts, pointing down the gall to the elevator. “But uh.. if you wanna go down, there’s a bunch of drunks down in the lobby, just a warning.” He offers, making you deflate.

“Oh.” You hum, defeated. Well, maybe you cal roll up your sweater or something.

“If you.. I can go with you, if you’d like.” He offers. "I’m still pretty fit. Still boxing. So.. I can be your meat-shield basically.” He jokes, making you giggle, his eyes brightening up at the sound and sight.

“I.. that would be nice, actually.” You accept, and he happily walks next to you into the elevator at that, faint music drowning our the heavy buzzing of the mechanics.

“so uh.. how’s your family?” He wonders. “is your dad still making your mom’s life harder every day?” He jokes, but you shake your head, smiling fondly.

“No, they surprisingly settled these days. They’re.. on a trip themselves. For valentines day and all.” You explain, and Jungkook nods.

“romantic.” He teases, and you giggle, nodding along.

“they.. ask about you a lot. It’s kind of funny.” You tell him. “I can only ever tell them what I see online though.” You shrug.

“You.. know what I do?” he wonders, and your eyes widen as you look at him.

“are you kidding me? You’re the top player at my favorite game.” You say, making his expression moron into one of both wonder- and slightly bashful.

“I uh.. didn’t know. Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He laughs it off. “I.. have a tournament actually, tomorrow.”

“I know.” You nod, elevator doors opening. “I’ll be there. With my friend.” You say.

“Oh wow.” He chuckles. “I better win, in that case.” He.. flirts? As he walks towards the reception desk with you- drunk group of friends luckily only being loud, but not aggressive. “where will you sit?”

“its.. free seating, so I’m not sure.” You mumble, before you ask the lady at the desk for another pillow for your room number.

“I could probably reserve some good seats.” He says, and you smile.

“You really don’t have to.” You reassure him, when he suddenly asks the lady for something else as well- a flower from the last bouquet left over from the hotel’s valentines sale for the guests. She happily gives it to him, free of charge, before she tells you that housekeeping will bring you the pillow shortly, before she resumes her own work again, letting you and Jungkook walk back into the elevator.

You’re not sure what you think of this- but junkook has liked flowers back then, so why wouldn’t he still like flowers now. Or, maybe he’s staying here with his girlfriend, and he’s just wanting to gift her something on his way back to her- it’s valentines day, after all.

“I’ll.. can I have your number? To text you where you’ll sit tomorrow.” He asks, and you nod, walking into your room to fetch your phone, showing your number for him to type into his own, screen cracked a little in one corner. “awesome. Now then, the only thing I gotta do is..-“ he starts, slipping the phone in the pocket of his pants. “-ask you to be my valentine?” He wonders, holding the flower out to you. "Don’t have to say yes. I’m a big boy, I can take rejection.” He jokes.

“Can I.. ask why?” You wonder, and he grins, shrugging.

“I feel like, maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.” He simply answers. “..giving me a second chance, to ask you out for real this time.”

“wait.. you mean-“ you stammer, and he nods.

“I had.. kind of a huge crush on you back then. And, seeing you again.. it all just.. flared up again. Exactly the same way.” He confesses. “I’m not.. asking for something big. Just one date- and we’ll go from there.” He asks, and you slowly take the flower from him, smile on your lips as you think about his words. Fate, huh? A universe’s second chance? What are the chances?

You decide you don’t care.

“okay.” You answer him,-

And his eyes sparkle brightly, while he smiles at you like you’re the sun.

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[six-eyed-samurai]

AGAIN AND AGAIN - A REINCARNATION AU

A/N: Help, what have I done? Sorry if this doesn't fit the characters, I was writing it sleep deprived and as neutral as possible. Support me and my poetry (that I came up with in the shower)

Heavens blessed me with you

The Knight, who when your parents announced you would marry you off to some elderly Lord, kept true to his word and took you away, escaping into the clashing colors of freedom and love in another kingdom far, far away, only for your world to darken into black and white once more when your enraged parents caught up and had him executed; it was now your turn to keep your side of the oath and join him in the afterlife when you drank the poisoned chalice.

In every rebirth

The Roman General who passed by you, lashing out any "potential buyer" when he walked disgusted through the slave market - he bought you freedom and yet somehow you stayed with him forever willingly cuffed by shackles of affection...until he died of an assassination and you were hung for having an "affair" with someone of higher class, but not before you both screamed to whatever god that would listen to come back to each other once more.

I promise I'll find you

The Baker who's never cared a penny about the other air headed girls from his small British village until you, a young noble lady recently moved into the old Baskerville Manor, turned up requesting his help in setting a banquet. Excuses after excuses pile up from both sides in an attempt to extend your brief time together but soon, oh, too soon, you leave as per your family's orders and he's left to wonder how you're doing now, because after years and years of searching they refused to let him in.

Through tears, death, dreams and mirth

The White American who finds you working day in day out at the laundry lady's for little to no pay, so from his not so small tips grew to slipping love letters through the pockets of his clothes, but soon you're fired and bade to leave for your skin colour and he's still bitterly cursing the townspeople for their blind racism.

And I know it's just a gamble

The Hockey player who grins at you who always shows up to his games in every match until he asks you out on an ice skating date, but alas, how could he have known that the day you finally showed up in his jersey, much to his delight, would be the day a crazed fan clubbed you on the head with his own hockey stick, much to your doom? He left the industry as cold as the rink.

Unfair, repeated roll of dice

The F1 Racer who whines about the most ridiculous problems happening to his car and making bad impressions of the other drivers just to see his beloved mechanic even crack a smile - no oil or dirt stained on you could ever dim that brilliant smile when you both went on a joyride together into the sunset...oh, wait, his death on the track did.

But in this temporary, fleeting

The Roommate who knows exactly what you want for breakfast every morning, and soon it spiraled into having a meal together for lunch and dinner too, especially when he added candles and rose petals! You still make your coffee the same way he did even after your studies took you abroad and both of you decided it was for the best to break up.

Moment in fast ending time

The Landlord who did NOT expect such a cute little you to move on when he decided to make a little cash on the side renting out his spare room...never mind, it's still on rent because now you've moved into his room. He managed to save your photo album from the charred remains of your house though...although he couldn't save you.

Tell me, oh tell me

The Drug dealer who just recently entered your big brother's gang, who protected you with his scrawny body every time any sexually frustrated asshole came to harass you. Your declarations of love didn't come in heartfelt words or gifts but a smoked joint with each other. You both didn't get delusional, because why should you when your fantasies were right in front? It was the same when you overdosed after someone ratted him out and sent him to a life sentence in prison.

Darling love of mine

The Mafioso who charms you with his suave words and cool under fire attitude, causing you to giggle and kick your feet whenever he came back to your door with flirtations and blood on his face from those who disrespected the mob boss's goddaughter. It was the classic romantic Italian dinner when he got down one one knee...except for the part when his rivals arrived to gun him down and you're left staring at his broken body and shattered ring.

You're just as lost

The Neighbour who had no idea the babysitter for the kids next door would be so goddamned FINE - if only he hadn't fumbled and stumbled over his words in the elevator! But that's alright, even little Ray and Katie are rooting for him and you! Your first date might not be fancy, but he was more starstruck in awe of you than he was of the night sky as you sat on top of the roof.

In paradise

"I feel like I've know you all my life."

"In every lifetime?"

"Maybe!"

And somewhere deep inside, you both knew it for certain: the endless cycles of pain were finally broken.

"I'm so glad of whatever karma that I did in my previous life got me to meet you!"

"You better continue it in this life so I can see you in the next one!"

Not karma, actually, but a series of broken promises finally repaired.

***

Sukuna, Giyuu, Kokushibo, Gojo, Takemitchy, Mikey, Ranpo, Nikolai, Kirishima, Hawks, Kakashi, Nishinoya, Kuroo, Toji, Kazutora, Nanami, Eren Yeager, Gyutaro, Kunikida, Zuko, Yuta, Inumaki, Levi, your favourites!

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner x Teen Daughter reader

Another oneshot for Hotch because he's my favourite at the minute and I don't know why. And yes I spent ages specifically looking for this Gif.

This is a request!

Summary: Could you make the reader like about 17 and when on a run with Hotch (Her dad) like slows down, and tells him to keep going and she will catch up, but she gets hurt or like passes out somehow

I love this idea I need to write more Hotch and Teen daughter, this is during the Marathon episode because I like how it turns out. ( set season 7 episode 16)

Third person pov...

17 year old Y/N Hotchner and her Dad were out running together, they were training for the FBI marathon together, the 17 year old had applied to the FBI academy where her Dad worked.

She wanted to be an FBI Agent and help people like the BAU do. It was early morning then the teen and Dad arrive at the park near their house, Jack was still sleeping which gave the father and daughter time to train for the big race in February.

Y/N tied her H/C hair in a pony tail while her Dad began stretching, Y/N looks up at her Dad "I will win you know" she says to him, this made Hotch look down at his Daughter and raises an eyebrow. "Oh really?" He said challenging her, Y/N smirked "you'll see old man" she said stretching.

Hotch scoffed "name calling are we now" he teased, after they finished stretching the two get ready the get into position and looked at each other. "Ready.Set.Go!" Yelled Hotch and the two were off strinting down the path trying to beat the other.

At the start they were running at the same speed, then Y/N sped up leaving her Dad behind, Hotches mouth falls open  a the fast his daughter is, the smile on her face seals it, Hotch was glad they managed to do this together.

The last time they ever ran together on a Saturday morning was 3 years ago before Foyet showed up and made the Hotchners life hell, two years ago after Haleys death he couldn't even get this daughter out of bed more so on a run with him.

He is very proud of her and hie far she had come, from that 15 year old laying in her bed for days on end to the 17 year old training for a marathon with her Dad, Hotch smiled to himself before running to catch up with his daughter, the look o  her face when he started to pick up speed made him laugh.

The two were neck and neck, Y/N fell behind a little as they got to thr end of the trail. "Annd finish" said Hotch stopping the timer on his watch, he breathed heavy after the run he did.

He turned to his daughter who had sprawled out on the path breathing heavy woth a bright red face, sweat dripping off her. Hotch chuckled at his Daughter and sat down next to her catching his breath.

He held his fist out to her, the 17 year old looked at him rasing an eyebrow. "Truce" he said moving his fist closer, he watched as his daughter smiles and bumps his fist with hers. The two then grab their bottles of water and begin draining them, Y/N poured half of hers down her because of how overheated she felt.

The teen Continues to lay on the floor while her Dad finds the strength in his legs to stand up. As he does a pretty brunette walks over to them. "Jeez, I hope you're training for something or do you just do sprints for fun?" She jokes making Y/N sit up and look at the woman  willingly talk to her Dad.

Hotch looks down at his Daughter who gives him a smile before answering the woman. "We are trying to do this

triathlon in February, so..." when he trails off she answers.him "Oh, yeah, the FBI one" said the woman

Y/Ns and her Dads eyes widened. "How do you know he's FBI" Exclaimed Y/N standing up quickly, probably a bit to quickly as she wobbled making her Dad reach out to catch her like always. Y/N looks at the man and smiles "I'm okay Dad just tried from our race" she said reassuring him, Hotch relaxes but doesn't let go of her.

The woman  watches the duo before Hotch remembers she was there. "I'm Aaron Hotchner and this is my Daughter Y/N" he said introducing his daughter, the woman smiles at them both. "Hi I'm Beth, nice to meet you Aaron and Y/N" saod Beth

Hotcb smiles at her. Beth looks at Y/N "are you doing it as well?" She asks Y/N, the girl  nods her head. "Yes I am, we were racing earlier to see who was fastwr" saod Y/N smiling at Beth, Hotch had never seen his daughter smile so much until now.

Y/N smiles before looking at her Dad ans whispering. "I go grab our stuff you stay here with Beth" she said giggling when her Dad blushed when she wiggled her eyebrows, Hotch glares at his Daughter and titles her making her laugh before letting go.

Beth watches the father and daughter she could tell they were close, as Y/N left the two began tlaking more and even exchanged numbers.

Months later...

It was the day of Hotchs and Y/Ns triathlon, the team and jake were in the stands waiting for them to finish.

"Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!" Yelled Jake and everyone else. The little boy was sitting on Derek's shoudlers in his ha s help a sign he made for his Dad and Sister. Rossi was in front of the group shouting and looking out for their racers.

Next to them Reid and the girls were talking, all three women had sunglasses on and all very hungover. "A couple hours. A couple hours. You guys didn't come home till sunrise." Saod the genius mocking them as the groaned.

"Why are you yelling?" Yelled Penelope over the noise groaning in pain.

"Make him stop" Yells Emily equally hungover.

Derek had enough and leant down to talk to Penelope "Ok, hey, Jack, Jack.

Earmuffs for a minute. Earmuffs." He said to the boy, Jack understood and covered his ears with his hands.

"What did you guys drink last night?" Asked Derek

"The green fairy. You're in the FBI." She said groaning in pain, as JJ behind her moaned all three woman were regretting last night. "Could you get the entire crowd to stop cheering?" Yelled the media lesion

"By my estimates, Hotch and Y/N will be finishing any minute" Yelled the Genius looking at his watch. Jack looked down at Rossi. "Do you see them, Uncle Dave?" He asked, Rossi grinned he saw Hotch.

"I think I do, kiddo."

Hotch then ran over the finishing line Y/N closely behind him the two come to a stop hearing the crowd cheer for them. "Whoa!" Exc the team. Y/N leans on her Dad for support, ber legs felt like jelly.

"Come on, Jack. Come on, Jack. Let's go see your dad and sister Jack." Yelled Derek letting the boy down, Jack then runs over to his family.

"You did it!" Yelled Jack and he ran over to Hotch jumping around excitedly, Y/N smiles painfully as she moves over to the girls, thw three congratulate the teen. "I can't feel my legs" she said smiling at them.

The teen then drops to the floor on her bum and laying on the ground hoping the world would stop spinning. Soon the woman realsi she passed out Emily quickly kneels down and pulls her up so she was leaning against her chest.

Emily the ge tly taps her face making sure she stayed awake. "Hey N/N stay away, you need to stay awake" he said as JJ called Hotch over and Penelope gets Derek to call for an ambulance. Seeing his daughter passed out makes the man run over to her.

"Is she okay?" He yelled over the noise, Emily looks at him worry in her eyes. "Don't worry she jsut passed out Hotch, Derek's calling for an ambulance" she said, Hotch thanked her before Y/N opens her eyes, E/C eyes stare into his brown ones.

Hotch smiles at her and rubs her cheek keeping her awake. "Hey Princess you okay?" He asked her, Y/N gives her dad a tired smile. "Yeah I'm fine dad" she whispers Hotch smiles at her. "I'm glad sweetie" he said looks around him hoping the ambulance come quick.

Someone the touches his hand it was Y/N, he looks dow at her. "Yes Princess?" He said, his daughter didn't look at him as if she was embarrassed, when she did speak Hotch had to lean closer. "Do you think mum is proud of me?" She asks his ans his heart breaks a tiny bit.

Hotch smiles a watery smile at his Daughter "Yes she is, because I am so proud of you Honey" he said wiping away the tears on their faces, Jake then jumps on his Dad's back. "Is Y/N okay Dad?" He asks worried.

"Don't worry Jackie I'm fine just tired" reassured Y/N smiling.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot!

As always so sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes

Request are open!

Word count : 1600

[sir-subpar]

Gotta Ask- Mayzuke oneshot

Summary: Mayday spends weeks planning a special date with Zuke. The question is- What's the occasion?

Under the cut!

"Remember Zuke! It's in two weeks!" 

"Yeah, Friday, right?"

Mayday nodded with a big smile on her face as Zuke checked the calendar, specifically the day Mayday circled in red and drew a smiley on. It didn't say anything other than "6pm".

"Sooo are you gonna tell me what we're doing that day, or…?" 

Mayday pressed her index finger on his lips, subsequently shushing him. 

She shook her head, still smiling.

"Nope! It's a surprise!"

...

Zuke had no idea what to expect. Anytime Mayday had a "surprise", she meant it. They've been together for years and somehow she still found new ways to catch him off guard. In a good way, usually. It was one of the things he loved about her, honestly.

He liked to think he was a patient man, but this "surprise" did have him a bit on edge. Not because he was afraid for himself, or because he didn't trust May, it was just… he wasn't sure.

May had been acting weird lately. It was almost like she was worried about this thing she planned more than he was. She was determined not to let him know anything. 

Zuke lost track of how many times he walked in while she was on the phone with someone, only for her to abruptly end the call as soon as she noticed him. Or for her to hide something from his line of sight just before he could make out what it was.

She was away from home more often than not, coming home late at night, leaving early in the morning.

Yes, morning. Mayday. Waking up and leaving the house at 5am. Willingly.

Zuke didn't even know that was possible. Before this, she always woke up at, like, 11am. Mayday wasn't a morning person. 

Until now, apparently.

It was starting to freak him out a bit. 

It was worrying to see her so.. Stressed. 

To see her stressing herself out, and absolutely forbidding Zuke to help out. Even a little bit.

Once again, he was home alone. Well, maybe not entirely alone, Ellie was there, after all. But he was still worried.

The alligator was laying her head on his lap, the both of them on the couch. 

He scratched Ellie's scaly head, earning a purring-like sound from the happy reptile. 

"May's been out a lot lately, huh? Wonder what she's doing."

He spoke to the alligator, which only huffed in reply, clearly not caring about anything that wasn't related to being petted at the moment. 

He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the familiar sound of Mayday's phone ringing and buzzing.

What the-? She… left it here? She must have forgotten it.

He gently pushed Ellie away, the alligator made her displeasure known with various loud huffs.

"Yeah yeah, I know Ellie, but I gotta get up. Sorry girl." He murmured sweetly. Ellie already lost interest and retreated to her room in the sewer.

 Zuke stood up and stretched, multiple joints popping from not having moved in a while.

He followed the sound of Mayday's ringtone to the kitchen, finding it resting on the counter. She probably forgot it when she ran out in a hurry that morning.

He thought about just letting it ring, as it probably wasn't his business, until he saw who was calling.

The contact read "DK West".

He couldn't help but tense up at that.

West? 

West?? 

Why was his brother calling Mayday of all people?? 

Sure, he and his bro were on better terms now, and Mayday got along a little bit with him, but as far as he was aware, the two rarely talked. Especially when he wasn't there.

The phone stopped ringing, timed out at the lack of response. 

Ok. Sure. West calling May was a bit weird, but it was probably nothing too important.

Zuke shrugged.

Just as he turned away to walk back to the couch, the phone rang again.

Once again, it was West.

Okay. Now he had to know what was going on. 

Zuke picked up May's phone, tapping the green icon to answer and holding it to his ear.

"Iah! Missy! Where you been? Why you no answer my texts, eh? You still want the-" 

"West?" Zuke interjected a little too quickly. 

There was a gasp on the other side.

"Z-Zukey! Brotha! What eh.. Why do you have little Missy's phone?" West sounded nervous, clearly caught off guard by Zuke answering the phone.

"She left it here at home. Why?" Did West know where May was running off to?

"O-Oh! Don't worry about that! It's nothing. Later Zukey!" 

"Wait, West-!"

*click*

"Aaaannd, he hung up. Great."

Zuke was a little tempted to check May's texts to see what West was referring to, but decided that would be too much of a breach of privacy. Not to mention, she recently changed her phone's password lock, so even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

He sighed.

Guess he just had to wait until May came home.

…

Zuke stirred awake from his nap as a familiar scraping noise reached his ears. He sat up on the couch, realizing he dozed off while watching TV. He could hear the manhole cover above him being opened and closed, and he heard someone coming down the ladder.

Looking behind him, sure enough, it was May. He glanced at the clock, 9:00 p.m. at least she was home earlier this time.

"Hey May."

She jolted when she heard her partner's voice call her name, but quickly recovered.

He couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart seeing her be startled by him. 

"Hey there Zuke! Just a sec!"

She bolted past him, closing the door to their shared bedroom behind her. Zuke tapped his foot patiently.

A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in comfy clothes.

She plopped down on the couch next to Zuke. A tired huff escaping her lips.

Seeing her up close, Zuke's chest tightened at her condition.

Bags under her eyes, red face, like she'd been running outside all day. Her hair was barely held up in its usual braids and ponytails, the majority of her golden locks sticking out every which way.

Zuke gently put a hand on her shoulder, she gazed at him with tired, half-lidded eyes.

"May… please. I know you're putting your all into… whatever. But try to slow down a bit, okay? You're running yourself ragged."

He pleaded gently, wrapping his arms around her.

She yawned.

"M'fine Zuke.. 'S all done.." She mumbled into his neck. "Mmm… sleepy.." She murmured almost inaudibly as she started drifting off. 

Zuke let her stay there. He gathered her in his arms, and laid back with her on the couch. She snuggled into him, laying her head on his chest. It didn't take long for her to start snoring. 

He rubbed her back. He had so many questions, but.. He'd wait for her. She clearly needed this.

…

As the days went by, May seemed… anxious, to say the least. But she still wouldn't tell Zuke anything.

Just two more days.

…

The days came and went. The day Mayday had planned was here.

To start, she dressed up a bit more than usual. Not super fancy, but still a little more formal than her usual style.

Zuke couldn't lie, she looked lovely.

She wore a red dress that reached just above her knees, a black leather jacket, and sneakers. Because she'd "rather die than wear heels". As she's said in the past.

He also noted that she had her guitar at the ready. The one Tatiana gave her. He brought his drumsticks just in case.

Seeing May dressed up made Zuke feel the need to do so as well. It was hard to decide what to wear since he still didn't know where they were going, but he tried anyway.

He settled on wearing a button up shirt, a black jacket, and wore his nicer pair of black pants and shoes. 

May led him to the Ellicopter pad. They both got in the vehicle, and May cheerily yelled out to Ellie. 

"Okay girl! You know where to go!"

The blades of the copter whirred to life, and they lifted off the ground, flying over the beautiful neon lights of Vinyl City.

Zuke watched the ground below. Still wondering where they were going.

They flew a bit outside of town, and he noticed that they were approaching the beach. The evening Sky lit up in Hues of pink and orange and dark blue. The scene before them became more clear as they got closer.

It looked like a venue of sorts. 

Soon they landed a bit away from the scene, but it didn't take long to walk towards it. Stepping onto the beach, he could finally get a good look at everything.

To put it simply, he was in awe.

Tables set up with decorated candles, string lights hanging along the palm trees, a show stage with spotlights was set up, ready to use. There were little food carts and grills off to the side, emitting quite frankly delicious Aromas.

Strewn about the scene where statuettes that he usually recognized were made by Eve. Many of them had a sort of ocean and heart theme. 

There were quite a few people here as well. But he realized that the majority of them were people he and May knew.

Yinu and her mother were on the stage, piano at the ready. Eve was seated by Tatiana at a table, she appeared to be sketching something or other while they talked. Sayu's team were chatting by the food carts.

And, to his surprise, even West was there.

Speaking of, his brother quickly noticed them, and yelled out to gain the attention of everyone at the gathering. 

He bounded up to the two of them, while the others seemed to scatter to do various tasks.

"Ewah! Zuke! Missy!" He slung an arm around each of them. "Glad to finally have you two here! So, Zuke, what do you think?"

Zuke paused, still amazed at the sight before him.

"This is… amazing." He breathed.

West beamed.

"Well you have the little missy here to thank for it. Was her idea, after all."

He let go of the two, allowing them to focus on one another.

"May.. Is this what you were working on?" She smiled and nodded.

"I had help, but yeah!"

Her orange skin seemed to glow under the string lights and her pink eyes beamed at him, elated.

"There's more, but first, let's grab some grub!" She cheered, grasping his wrist and pulling him towards the various foods available. After they both got a plate of food, they sat across from each other at a table to eat.

"Mayday, this is… thank you so much, but what's the occasion? You went all out on this."

She averted her gaze, red dusting her cheeks. "I'll explain later. Promise." 

Zuke nodded.

They spent some time eating, but it didn't take long for Yinu to start playing songs on her piano. Music elevating the mood even more, May stood and walked around the table, until she was within arms reach of Zuke.

She extended a hand to him.

"At the risk of sounding super cheesy, wanna dance with me?"

Zuke couldn't help but laugh a bit, but he took her hand nonetheless.

"Sure, if you promise not to throw me into a table again." 

May responded by swiftly elbowing him in the side and pouting as she responded with "Hey! That only happened once!" Which only made him chuckle at her antics.

He put one hand on her shoulder, and held the other. May used her free hand to hold his waist. 

He followed her lead as they stepped in various directions, she spun him every now and then.

He looked around and saw a few others dancing too. Nadia was doing one of her graceful interpretative dances to the piano tunes. West appeared to be trying to join her, and failing, much to Zuke's amusement. (Yeah, they were on good terms, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't laugh at West embarrassing himself. Besides, West should know that flirting with Nadia wasn't going to work.) 

He snorted when Nadia elegantly spun and kicked West resulting in him falling on his ass. 

May raised a brow at him, "What are you laughing at?" She quizzed. 

Zuke leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Turn around." He chuckled. 

May, curious, guided their dance until they swapped places. Now able to see what Zuke had been. 

She snickered when she saw DK West attempting to imitate Eve's movements, her ears perked up when Zuke whispered again. "Wait for it.." He murmured.

She kept her eyes on DK and Eve, after noticing Eve getting progressively more annoyed at DK's antics.

Eve glared intently at DK as he continued to (poorly) copy her.

Then suddenly, she swept his leg and he fell with a loud -THUMP- and she sauntered off. 

May howled in laughter. She buried her face into Zuke's chest to muffle the sound of her laughing and occasionally snorting. He could feel the vibrations of her laughter reverberate through his chest. Like her joy was being poured into him.

Eventually she freed herself from Zuke's torso. 

They put their foreheads together, smiling softly as their eyes met. Their dance slowed as the rhythm of Yinu's song slowed.

Now that they were moving at a more leisurely pace, Zuke focused on Mayday.

Her eyes were closed, temporarily concealing her pink flower-like pupils. The string lights above and around them gently bathed her in a warm glow. 

Then she opened her eyes, her beautiful, warm eyes, and smiled. 

1010 was right, her smile truly was radiant, and could leave almost anyone stifled. 

"I can't believe we're actually doing this." May laughed.

Zuke, too, started chuckling. "I know. Never thought you'd be the type to take me slow dancing."

Mayday spun him, then they returned to their previous dance. "Yeah, well, it's a special occasion." She playfully shrugged.

Zuke raised a brow at this, a smile plastered on his face. "Still building up the suspense, huh?" 

Suddenly, she yanked him at an angle, and before he knew it, she dipped him. 

Her face so close to his, her arm keeping him from falling, hell, the smirk and the mischievous look in her eyes, all made Zuke flush. His face a deep shade of blue as he looked up at her wide-eyed.

"You bet!" She winked.

...

They danced for a little bit longer, but eventually had to stop as Zuke's legs started acting up. Sharp stabbing pains shot through his leg muscles. Damn legs always failed him at the worst times.

Before his legs could give out entirely, May helped him sit at a table and made sure he was ok. When he reassured her that he was fine, and had his medication at hand, she smiled and stood tall.

She turned to face the stage, made eye contact with Yinu and her mother, and nodded.

Was that a signal?

"Stay here, okay? I'll be back." She instructed, distracting Zuke from thinking about it further.

She smiled at him, but her smile had… changed. Zuke wasn't sure, but she suddenly seemed kinda… nervous?  

Once again, a distraction appeared to prevent him thinking about it.

He felt the weight of the table bench shift slightly, he turned to see a familiar pink and white face.

"Hey Nadia." 

"Hello Zuke."

Though she wasn't smiling, he could tell she was glad to see him. He was glad to see her too.

She eyed him. Her green perceptive eyes scanned him top to bottom. 

"Are your legs pestering you again?"

He sighed and nodded in defeat. 

"Yeah, it sucks. I was actually enjoying dancing too."

She hummed.

"Do you need anything?"

"Would you grab some water for me?" She nodded and retrieved a glass of icy water.

He took his pills and washed them down with the cold drink. Good thing he didn't leave them at home.

"Thanks Nadia." He smiled gently. She only nodded.

A pause hung over them briefly. 

"I noticed your sculptures, they're nicely done. I haven't seen you do anything nautical themed in a while."

"Yes.. The pedest- er, Mayday, requested them. She did.. attempt to help make a few with me, however… that proved to be.. Not very helpful." Nadia's face twisted into a frown.

Zuke chuckled. He could imagine May probably breaking some sculptures while trying to help. She tended to be a magnet for chaos, if not the cause of it.

"It was… kind of her to try, at least." Nadia hesitantly added. Clearly she still had trouble getting along with Mayday, but she was making the effort.

Zuke chuckled. "Yeah, that sounds like May. Speaking of.." He glanced around. Still no sign of her.

"Do you know what's going on with her? It's not like I don't appreciate all of this or anything, but she's been acting… off. Jumpy. It's like she's nervous, or something."

"She's fine." Nadia almost snapped, her response so quick and certain Zuke was stunned into silence.

Nadia sighed, and put a hand on Zuke's shoulder. "She is fine, I assure you. Just… try to enjoy yourself. It's what she wanted for you. Don't let all of this," she vaguely gestured at the environment around them, "go to waste."

Zuke sighed, "Yeah, you're right. I just worry about her."

"Of course," Nadia reaffirmed. 

Before they could change the subject, the stage's speakers rang with Mayday's voice.

"Hey everyone! It's time!" She exclaimed.

As if it was practiced, the other guests took their seats at a table of their choice, and Nadia moved to sit with Tatiana.

Which left Zuke alone at his table.

Looking back towards the stage, Mayday adjusted the microphone stand, as Yinu prepared her piano behind May.

She scanned the area, and her eyes locked on Zuke. Her face lit up, and she pointed at him.

"Zuke! This is for you!" She proclaimed.

His eyes widened, and a blue blush tinged his green cheeks.

May looked back at Yinu, the girls nodded to each other, and their song began.

Rock and classical mix in an elegant energy as May's guitar strums along with Yinu's piano. A combo Zuke never expected from his partner, moved him so quickly, yet so gently.

The music swayed him into a trance, all else faded, it was just him, the music, and May..

Flourishes of warm orange, gold and pink.

The beat swelled up and dropped down, he closed his eyes, taking in the high energy harmony. A mix of familiar and new.

Mayday's radiant energy and warmth, but also her softness. 

It soared above all else, carrying him with it. The guitar got louder and louder. He could feel the song was going to end soon, doing one last swing up. Louder.

He creases his brow, it sounded closer. He opened his eyes to see May playing Kul Fyra's guitar right in front of him. 

The music elegantly dropped and faded out. Quiet pulled over. 

May smiled at Zuke as he gazed at her in awe. Her smile was gentle, loving.

"Zuke.." She slung the guitar by its strap to rest it on her back. She stood directly in front of him, leaning forward slightly.

She gently took his hands in hers. Her flower-like eyes locked with his ruby ones. Her warmth seeped into Zuke's skin. "You have been… the best partner I could ever ask for. You're calm and cool, but also passionate and smart. You stood by my side, even when no one else did, you forgave me when I didn't forgive myself.."

He felt her squeeze his hands, his eyes still wide. Her voice wavered.

"You never made fun of me when I did something strange or silly. You understand my love of rock better than anyone. I learn so much when I'm with you.. I.." She took a breath, "I love you so much, Zuke.."

"I love waking up with you, I love playing music with you, I love doing shows and hearing you drum away.. I want to do this with you for the rest of my life. My life is just… better when you're in it."

She took a deep, shaky breath. Her hands pulled away from his. He almost reached for her with his eyes welling up, but he stopped himself. Barely.

"Zuke.."

She reached into her jacket pocket, and slowly got down on one knee.

Zuke's breath caught hard in his throat, and he held a closed fist to his mouth. His vision blurred a little.

Mayday pulled out a small box, holding it delicately in her hands, and looked back up at Zuke, her own eyes welling up.

She opened the box, revealing a ring. A clean silver band with an emerald centered on top, and two smaller rubies on each side of the emerald. 

"Zuke.. Will you marry me? Be my bandmate for life?"

Zuke's eyes flooded with tears, he was unable to hold them back. Overrun by sheer joy, he nodded. 

"Yes!"

Mayday beamed. "Y-you will!?"

Zuke lunged forward, practically tackling her to the ground in a hug.

"Yes! I'd love to!" 

Mayday and Zuke wrapped their arms around each other, and their lips met, both shedding tears.

"I love you."

[apollo-zero-one]

Oh man I just had an insane dream lmfao

-Emelie is alive

-She recovers from her illness caused by ///

- Gabriel wants to try /// again

- Adrien doesn't know anything about it

-He is freaking out because he is convinced Gabriel is planning to hurt them

-Steals Gabriel phone off the counter and books it deeper into the house

-In the childhood nursery above the crib he finds a panel and is able to jump to it off a shelf and push it out of the way to crawl up into a tiny secret room in the ceiling which is full of pictures and momentos of himself and Emelie but they are Different Somehow. There is evidence Marinette was here once before? She Knows. He tries to text her but all she does is apologize

He tries to unlock Gabriel phone but he can't all he can do is expand his notifications, turn off his alarm... Decline a mysterious call to keep the phone silent as he is being Pursued

When Gabriel searches the room and moves on, he comes back down and books it. Emelie tries to stop him to explain, and explain about the call- it's important , they can't miss it. I already declined it! That's okay it will come again at 12:30 we just need to be ready- no! He runs Out of the house and runs and runs and runs

Emelie and Gabriel both try to follow but also slow down they don't want to spook him they want him to come willingly (it turns out the whole family is being Pursued by an Exterior Force for Reasons related to the Photos in the Secret Room, and the Phone Call, when answered, will Teleport them to safety, but if they aren't all together, whoever is far away becomes Hurt And Sick as is happened to Emelie in the Past)

His stomach hurts he keeps having to stop. He's getting a lurching feeling. A passerby asks if he needs help. He insists he doesn't but he's rapidly feeling worse . Passerby insists on take him to the hospital

He's in labour this is that kind of fic now. He having a baby. He refuses to give them his name or any info about himself and begs to be protected by his family who is trying to Get Him, so they put him in a separate more secreter room and try to take care of him and help him calm down but he is feral with panic and jumping at every noise and it is not helping with the Active Labor thing

Emelie and Gabriel, and now also several friends, are looking for him, and somehow talk their way into the hospital room, which luckily is L-shaped so Adrien is pressed up against the wall around the corner silently desperately begging the nurse who is the only one who can see him to get them away, which she does, but seems confused when he admits that that Is his family, but they want to Take Him Away

He manages to have a baby boy. Definitely Marinette's by reason of supernatural or perhaps Omegaverse or other magical forces. Must note that he did not know he was pregnant nobody did. He takes his baby and the Moment he is left alone, he is fleeing the hospital because it Isn't Safe There

He still has Gabriel and his own phone which is probably how they tracked him to the hospital. This does not occur to him.

Baby is inside his shirts for safety and ease of one-arm carry. He is walking fast but not running because now he has a whole ass newborn to not accidentally give shaken baby syndrome to. He is also trying to look Normal despite being now like, drenched in sweat in dirty clothes with a baby in his shirts.

He makes it into a mall that also contains a gym, where he is able to obtain some soaps and towels and a change of clothes (and any clothes at all for the baby) and he goes into the gym to use the shower, acquires a real baby sling before leaving the mall

This was where I woke up this is where I am going to have to figure out the rest of the story from here but even though it is absolutely bonkers I like it I think I have a lot to work with and I am gonna try to write it lol

[cosmal]

Drunken Admissions | Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairing :: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary :: You can’t help but admit your feelings for Eddie when you fall asleep, drunk in his lap at a party.

Note :: Decided to start writing some drabbles! Because I have so many ideas and I can’t turn all of them into fics. So who’s better to start with than eddie <3

Warnings :: drunk reader, mentions of smoking weed, tiny mention of reader throwing up

Part two

You were sitting up on the countertop in the kitchen, of a house you’d never been to. The cold linoleum pressing into the backs of your thighs, distracting you from the fatigue settling over your mind.

You tried to focus on on the muffled music spewing through the crack in the kitchen door, to somehow keep you from falling asleep. Because no one liked a drunk girl, asleep at a party.

“Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?” Eddie’s warm hands on your bare thigh was the distraction you needed to stop yourself from letting your eyes close, “Thought I’d lost ya.”

“Hmm?” You peaked through your eyelids, placing your hand to his shoulder.

“Hey, you feeling okay?” Eddie crouches a little to scan over your face. His eyebrows pulled together with small concern.

“Yeah, yeah. Jus’ feeling sleepy.” You palmed at your eyes until your eyelashes grew wet and you could see little spots.

“Little drunk too. Wanna go home?”

“No, I’m okay.” You outstretched you hands wordlessly, hoping he’d help you off of the warming countertop.

And of course, his hands were immediately at your side, one under your arm and the other gripping your own hand. He helps steady you to the ground, your feet landing firmly against the tiled kitchen floor. Not once do you drunkenly sway, his hands too firm on your body.

You beam up at him, your eyes droopy and grin lopsided. Chest to chest, your nose almost brushing against his chin, “You been smoking pot, Mister Munson?”

“What do you think?” He grins. Reaching out to brush the hair you disheveled earlier when rubbing your face, away from your eyes and behind your ears.

“Does the Pope shit in the woods?” You reiterate with a giggle.

He can’t help but burst out laughing at your drunken mistake, “I’d hope not. Bears though? Yes they do.”

“You smoked without me,” you pouted, stepping back to press your back into the countertop. Wrapping your fingers around the lip of the bench.

“Beer before grass, you’re on your ass,” He laughed, poking you above your navel, “And you my dear, have had too many beers.”

“I have not,” You struggled to not sway on your feet. But you don’t fall backwards with Eddie moving his arm above the small of your back.

“You’ve had at least five too many,”

“I say, bore meer,” You furrow your eyebrows at you fumbled words, “More beer!”

“I say, no,” Eddie was now willingly walking you out of the kitchen and into the living room. His hand not leaving your back.

Eddie fell backwards into the well-worn, faux leather couch, patting the space next to him. You stood above him, your knees pressing into his own. He pushes his middle upwards, spreading his legs open slightly.

So, how could you not sit in his lap when it looked so inviting?

You turned to your side, settling yourself atop of his lap, throwing your arm around his neck and settling your face in between his jaw and shoulder. He smelt of beer, stale pizza, and the cheap body wash he always used. The all-too-familiar scent grounded you kindly. Soothing your dizzy mind, still swimming in the beer you had downed not only fifteen minutes ago.

Eddie tensed beneath you as you snuggled into him. His handed ghosting over your back, not sure whether he should allow himself to settle it to your skin. Though when you wriggled back, seeking his touch, he shamelessly let himself place his arm around you.

He wasn’t sure if he should let you sit in his lap. Because, for one, he didn’t want you falling asleep here, instead of at home. And secondly, he didn’t want to get too comfortable, because he found himself dangerously falling deeper into the hole which was his feelings for you.

He scolded himself for feeling this way towards his best friend. But how could he not? With your familiar perfume wafting over him and his hands so close to the skin of your thighs, he found himself moulding into you.

“Eds?” The nickname made his heart flip, the tone you only used with him always made him freeze.

“Hmm?” He replied, only at a volume you could just hear over the loud thrumming music.

“You smell like pizza.” You giggled.

“Well, when you eat five slices of pepperoni,”

“Where the fuck was my pizza?” You lifted your head up lightly, shifting your weight into his lap. The pressure making Eddie grit is teeth through a small gasp. You would be the death of him and you didn’t even know what you were doing. Eddie was sure that that only made it worse.

“Sorry, pretty sure your mouth was too busy doing shots with Robin to be eating pizza.” He patted your back as you settled your face back into his neck.

“Could’ve saved me some,” You grumbled.

“Could’ve saved me some tequila but I’m pretty sure the both of you finished that bottle off,”

“Well, we couldn’t let all those limes go to waste could we?”

Eddie only laughs at your statement, his loud chuckle reverberating throughout your body. The vibration only worsens your sleepy mind, causing you to curl further inwards into his body.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me. If you want, I can…” Eddie only trails off, stopping himself short before he can finish his sentence.

Sure, the two of you were friends, everyone knew that. But he didn’t want to look like a total creep, dragging his drunk best friend home when he was almost sobering up, himself. Because sure, no one like a drunk girl asleep at a party, but no one definitely liked a barely-tipsy guy dragging that said girl home.

“Eddie?”

“Sorry, um,” He couldn’t help but struggling on his words.

“M’ a little tired,” You squirmed in his lap trying to get comfortable, only rubbing into Eddie’s lap more, furthering the pressure.

He flinches, raising his hands from your body and squeezes his eyes shut momentarily. Hands hovering over your frame, though his skin still burning under your touch.

“Y/N…” He couldn’t help the uncomfortable but firm tone when he said your name. You only hummed, unaware. How the fuck did he get himself in this situation? He wasn’t very discrete.

“Please,” His voice was a little raspy, breathing uneven. “Sit still.”

“Why?” You looked up at him, but he only moved his hands to your shoulders. It wasn’t until then, you looked over his face. A pinched look there, though he didn’t meet your eyes, only kept them in his lap where your two bodies met, “Oh fuck, sorry Eds.”

You hid yourself back into his neck, not only trying to cover your blushing face, but still feeling drunkenly fatigued. Before you knew it you didn’t even remember what you were blushing over, just feeling tired.

“S’okay,” He settled back into the lounge, thankful that you had finally sat still. There was a silence, only for a moment, but it was soon broken by you hiccuping.

“Eddie…” You murmured his name into his neck, not really meaning anything. You subconsciously started to twirl his weed soaked hair in around your fingers. Something you always did.

He really needed you to stop acting this way towards him, because if you didn’t, his love for you would grow fonder and he would only find it harder to pull himself away from you. He was a fly caught in a web, the more he struggled, the more he found himself getting stuck to you.

“Y/N.” He also spoke your name with no meaning, just wanting to say it.

“You okay?”

You were drunk, in his lap. And you were asking him, if he was okay? Fuck, forget the way you were wriggling in his lap, that alone was enough to get him going. The soft spot you held for him, and really, only him. Without a doubt, always made him want to kiss you until he couldn’t breathe.

“Of course. I always am, don’t worry yourself over me.”

“I always worry over you, Eds.” The nickname. Fuck, you needed to stop saying that.

“Well you shouldn’t.”

“How could you say that?” The drunken haze in your eyes had slowly started to dissipate, probably from how relaxed you were against him. Your eyes no longer droopy, looking slightly more alert.

“I don’t know, you should just worry about yourself. Stop getting so fuckin’ drunk all the time, hmm?” It was quite often Eddie would find you at parties, way too drunk than you needed to be. Most the time it was him holding your hair back as you chucked your guts up in the toilet, or the bushes.

“I only get so drunk so I can talk to you, y’know?” you admit sheepishly, spinning the rings around his fingers to distract yourself. “Jus’ sometimes I can’t help myself, and I get a little too drunk.”

“Whad’ya mean? You always talk to me,”

You pause slightly, hesitating a little bit. “I know I do, you’re my friend,” you all but sigh, “But sometimes I think if I can get a little drunk, I’ll be able to tell you that I wish we were…y’know…more than friends?”

Eddie swears he feels his heart stop beating. He swears, he’s fallen asleep and was now dreaming. There’s no way the love he held for you was in some way, requited.

“You’re drunk, Y/N,” It was like he was warning you. Trying to get you to stop before you say something you’ll regret.

“Yeah, and in the morning, I’ll say it to you sober.” You were sure you were a drunken sight for sore eyes. But Eddie still looked at you like you had stars in your eyes. And for that, you loved him.

“Okay well, let’s get you home. And in the morning, you can tell me all about.” Eddie hoped in one way, you did mean everything you were saying. It would be a dream come true. But, on the other hand, if you didn’t. He hoped that you’d forget everything and he could go back to the half-discrete pining.

“I tell you again and ten times over,”

“Sounds like a plan.”

[writer-in-theory]

let's make history together — spencer reid

summary: jj gets a call from henry's teacher about him acting out and now he’s demanding to talk to his uncle spencer. turns out, henry won't be the only one learning how to get the girl. pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: mild language, mentions of past bullying word count: 4k a/n: yeah, so uh. this has been finished for several months. i never posted it because i never liked it, but i refuse to look down on my writing anymore. so, have this: the very first fic i ever wrote for spencer reid, way back in early october. i also challenge any other writer here to try to treat their own writing with more love and affection, the same way we love other peoples'.

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When JJ had first asked Spencer to be Henry’s godfather, he’d thought it would be a lot more responsibility. Sure, there was the occasional babysitting and picking him up from a playdate on the odd occasion he was free but JJ wasn’t—but overall there wasn’t much Spencer had to do except make sure that kid knew how loved he was as often as possible.

Still, Spencer found himself taking back the wish for more responsibility when JJ walked over to his desk. After so many years working together, he knew her tells well. Her shoulders were tense and while she was looking right at him, there was a slight glaze that showed JJ wasn’t really focusing on his face but rather thinking deeply about whatever was bothering her. “Spence, can I ask you for a favor?” Even though they were best friends, her voice was still soft and unsure, like she didn’t want him to freak out over the request. Sometimes Spencer was sure she thought of him more as another kid rather than an equal friend, but he wouldn’t dare bring it up now when she was clearly so upset.

“Of course. Is everything okay? How are Will and Henry?”

“They’re fine, everyone’s fine,” JJ reassured, likely seeing the clear panic beginning to build in Spencer’s chest. “I just got a call from Henry’s school.”

“Oh, is he sick? You know, it’s incredibly common for elementary school kids to spread diseases through an entire class. They’re also more likely at that age to recover from more severe diseases.”

“No, he’s not sick. He got in trouble for bullying another student.”

Somehow, that was the worst possible scenario they could have come up with. Spencer’s eyes narrowed as he tried to imagine his sweet godson ever willingly doing harm to another person. Not that he thought the faculty would lie about something like this, but there had to be a misunderstanding. “Henry wouldn’t do something like that,” Spencer voiced as if the boy’s mother didn’t already know that.

“I want to believe the teachers aren’t seeing something, but the teacher who called is Henry’s favorite. She’s so good with him, she’s the one who stays late with him until Will or I can pick him up. She’s been such an advocate for Henry all year, I can’t see her missing something here.”

He’d heard about this teacher from both JJ and Henry himself. Spencer was frequently invited over for dinner at the LaMontagne house and more often than not this ended up being a time when he would help Henry with his homework. All year now he’d heard nothing but praises about his godson’s history teacher, Miss L/N, who always tried to make the subject entertaining and treated the kids with as much respect as any person deserved. Miss L/N would come into the school early and stay late frequently to help work around Will and JJ’s variable schedules, and would always help advocate for Henry when one of his parents’ cases inevitably leaked into their home life and brought undue stress on the kid.

Still, all of those said praises could be thrown out the window in Spencer’s mind if this woman really, truly thought Henry was capable of bullying. “Do you want me to talk to him?” He knew JJ and Will had both been popular in school (he’d even teased her for being a mean girl once), so maybe she wanted him to give Henry the perspective of someone who very much hadn’t been? The thought burned in his chest, wondering if this would be the day the magic was lost—Henry had always thought of him as incredibly cool, Spencer would hate to ruin the boy’s view of him by talking about his experiences in school. He would though if it meant preventing Henry from doing anything he’d regret in the future.

“He wants you to talk to him,” JJ clarified. “Henry told Y/N that he wouldn’t go home with me or Will. He only wanted to talk to you.” It shouldn’t have made him happy, but Spencer couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought that he was needed, wanted. He’d always wanted kids of his own, and while he was slowly losing faith in that ever happening, at least he was still able to love and care for his best friend’s kid.

“I can do that. Hotch won’t mind if I leave early today,” Spencer answered. In fact, the unit chief would probably be overjoyed that he was taking time off. The older man constantly had to remind him to use his vacation days, but Spencer never bothered. He liked being at the BAU, surrounded by the people he was closest with every single day. “I’ll pick him up, and we’ll walk back to your house.”

“Thank you, Spence. I never thought I’d get this kind of call about him.”

“He’s a good kid, JJ. He was probably defending another kid from a bully but got caught. I’ve seen it happen enough times,” he answered as he worked on shoving what he’d need for the night into his bag. Back when he was in school, every kid learned not to interfere with the cool kids’ business, because it only meant more trouble. Henry grew up surrounded by ‘heroes’ (as he often liked to call the team) though and would no doubt stand up against mean kids.

At least, that was what Spencer told himself on the metro over to Henry’s school. Luckily the elementary school was only a few minute’s walk to JJ’s house, so there’d be no problem getting him home as soon as they figured this all out.

Soon enough, Spencer had a visitor sticker slapped to his shirt—he only cringed a little at how that would change the feel of his sweater in that one circular spot—and was being led to an overly bright classroom with colorful decorations and motivational posters covering nearly every square inch of the wall space.

Henry was sat on a blue beanbag chair, arms wrapped around his middle and cheeks shining from recently shed tears. Almost immediately Spencer felt like a mother hen, rushing forward and bending down in front of the kid. “Hey, Henry, how are you feeling? What happened?”

“Uncle Spencer, I didn’t mean to. You have to tell Miss L/N I didn’t mean it like that,” Henry rushed out, voice wet and breaths shaky as he tried to control his tears. “I’m not a bad person.”

“Oh, Henry, we all know that. Your mom and I were just talking about what a good person you are,” Spencer returned just as quickly, wishing there was anything he could do to dry up those tears. “We’ll get this all sorted out, I promise, Henry.”

“Oh, you must be Spencer!” a bright voice chimed from the doorway. Spencer turned at his name and immediately his breath was stolen. When thinking of elementary school history teachers, Spencer usually imagined older women on their way to retirement or middle-aged men with world war fascinations. Instead, you looked to be around his age and absolutely gorgeous. You stepped into the room and handed Henry a cup of water before standing back up and looking at Spencer. “Henry here talks a lot about his magical Uncle Spencer. JJ’s pretty lucky to have a brother like you.”

It was a little embarrassing to think this woman had heard so much about him already, even if that information was coming from a seven-year-old. “Oh, wait no I’m not JJ’s brother. We work together, I’m Henry’s godfather. He calls me that because it’s easier than Godfather Spencer, which sounds a little more mob-like than familial and-” -and he was rambling again. Spencer nervously glanced up at your face, but instead of the expected annoyance saw only amusement.

“You’re totally right, you would kinda sound like a mob boss if you were called Godfather Spencer,” you laughed. Then your eyes drifted over to the little boy who was dutifully sipping on the water and working on controlling his crying. “I’m sorry we have to finally meet like this, but we do have some important things to talk about. I usually like to have the kids stay involved in the conversation so they have a chance to defend themselves if that’s alright with you.”

Spencer nodded then followed your lead in sitting in one of the larger beanbag chairs beside Henry, you across from him. “I asked Principal Adams to let me take care of this,” you explained, looking directly at Spencer, “while this is incredibly serious, I do think we can come to a suitable agreement without any punishments. Henry’s a good kid, even I was shocked when I heard about it.”

“So you didn’t even see what happened?” Spencer questioned, immediately on the defense. It felt a little like being in court, trying to prove his client’s innocence when he knew there was no way the crime was committed. “How do you know it was Henry?”

“Look, Dr. Reid,” you began, and he tried not to flush at the thought that you somehow already knew he had a doctorate (or three), “I know it can be hard to imagine, but Amanda’s voice shouldn’t be silenced either. Her concerns deserve to be heard out. She and a couple of her friends came to be after recess to let me know that for a few days now, Henry’s been calling her names and even pulling on her braids. I do have a no-tolerance policy for bullying in my classroom so this behavior must stop today or I’ll be forced to let Principal Adams suspend Henry.”

It almost felt like a fever dream hearing you say what Henry supposedly did. It just didn’t add up to who Spencer knew the kid to be. “Henry, did you really do that?” he asked, and it didn’t take a profiler to read the guilt in the boy’s body. His head was tilted down, staring at his light-up sneakers and wrapping his arms even tighter around his middle now that the cup was long since abandoned.

“Yes,” Henry’s voice was so small, so ashamed for one little boy his age, but Spencer couldn’t in his right mind wrap his head around how Henry thought that was okay behavior. “I didn’t want to be mean, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“How did you mean it, Henry?” you asked, surprisingly non-accusatory but rather holding the same gentle stare you’d given him before.

“Kyle said that’s what you do to get a girl to notice you,” Henry admitted, and a wave of relief washed over Spencer. His godson wasn’t a bully, just a very confused little boy with a crush. He could handle that. JJ might somehow hate the idea worse, but everything would be okay.

“Do you like Amanda, Henry?” Spencer asked, and when Henry nodded he couldn’t help but smile. This was good, he could work with this. “That’s okay, but I wouldn’t listen to Kyle anymore. That’s not a smart way to get a girl to like you. Girls aren’t any different than you, Henry, so just treat Amanda how you’d want her to treat you, okay, buddy?”

“Okay. I’m sorry, Miss L/N, I didn’t want to be mean.”

“Oh, Henry, I know. We all make mistakes sometimes, even I do. That’s what makes us people. It’s just super important that we try to fix our mistakes,” you explained and Spencer was in awe at how good you were with kids. You spoke in a way that even had him believing in the pure goodness of people, despite the kind of people he hunted down at work. “So what do you think would be the right thing to do tomorrow?”

Henry seemed to consider it for a moment, and then looked almost proud of himself as he answered, “I should tell Amanda I’m sorry and say I wanna be friends again.”

“I think that’s a very good idea, Henry. You do that, and promise not to call people names anymore, and I’d say this is all settled. What do you think, Spencer?”

“I agree,” Spencer answered, relieved that he would have good news to tell JJ when she got to leave the office. Though, he was sure JJ wouldn’t want to hear the proof that her son was getting older with this new crush of his.

“Good, I’m glad. Henry, would you mind playing over there for a little bit while I talk to Spencer alone?” you asked, and it was a testament to your relationship with Henry that he immediately stood and hurried over to the other side of the classroom. After being upset, the boy tended to get incredibly clingy with his parents or Spencer.

“Thank you,” Spencer immediately said, “I know it would’ve been easier to suspend him. Thanks for believing in him.”

“He’s a really good kid,” you returned just as quickly, “I knew there had to be something else going on. He’s always the one sitting with the shy kid at lunch or showing the new kid around the playground. It’s really a testament to the support system he has.”

It took several seconds for Spencer to register the compliment. “JJ and Will are some of the best parents I’ve seen.”

“Of course, they’re great. Henry talks a lot about you and Penelope too. I get how tough it can be to have busy parents sometimes, so it’s great to see all of you helping out. It’s really made a difference.” There was no way for you to know how much those words meant to Spencer, but he knew they’d stick with him for a while after this conversation.

“You’re a fantastic teacher,” Spencer blurted out before he could think about it, just knowing that you needed to understand how great you were. “Henry talks about you more than any other teacher he’s had before. He’s never been this interested in history before.”

You positively beamed at that, and suddenly Spencer wanted to do anything possible to make you smile like that again. “That’s the goal. I was never interested in the subject until I had the right teacher show me why I should care.”

“Unfortunately,” you continued, making Spencer wish that he had more time to talk to you, “I have to get out of here, dinner plans.”

“Right, I’m sorry for keeping you here,” Spencer answered, “I should be getting Henry back before JJ gets home anyway.”

“Don’t apologize. It was great to finally meet you, Spencer. The way Henry talks about you, I think you’re his hero. I understand why.”

When you offered to host Henry’s birthday party because he was begging for a pool party, you told yourself it was definitely not because that guaranteed seeing Spencer again.

Still, when he came over early with JJ, Will, and a brightly dressed woman you assumed was Aunt Penny to help set up, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been a few weeks since that day he came to help with Henry’s outbursts and you found yourself thinking about him more than you probably should’ve. You thought of those expressive eyes and the way he was so gentle with Henry. That smile, small like he was physically trying to hold it back, and the way he would talk excitedly with his hands even with the most mundane of topics. Frankly, you were hooked.

“Thanks again for doing this, Y/N,” JJ told you when the group arrived, giving you a hug.

“Oh, of course, it’s no problem,” you reassured her, taking one of the boxes of decorations from Will’s hands to get to work. Apparently, a man by the name of Hotch was bringing Henry over later so he could be suitably surprised, so the decorations had to be perfect for the kid.

“This is a fantastic house,” the older man who’d been introduced as Rossi said. “How—never mind.”

“How can I afford this on a teacher’s salary? It’s okay, it’s a fair question,” you laughed easily, letting the question roll off your shoulders. “I used to help my dad flip houses all the time. This was one of the last ones we worked on together.”

“Don’t tell Morgan that,” JJ piped up from across the pool, not looking up from where she was tying the tablecloth securely around the table legs. “He’ll never let you leave the conversation.”

It was true. The second Penelope introduced you as Henry’s teacher who flips houses, Derek Morgan was by your side. It was fun, truly, to talk to someone who understood the intricacies of the projects you often worked on. The two of you toured the house, him pointing out the little details you were secretly proudest of, the things no one else would notice unless they also worked on renovating homes. You exchanged numbers with the promise to continue talking, to still be friends after this birthday party was over.

Secretly, you wished you had more time to talk to Dr. Spencer Reid.

It seemed that he was the star of the show, even now. As the kids soon grew tired of the pool, it was Spencer who kept them entertained. You found yourself standing just behind the small crowd of them, watching the way they never tore their eyes off of the man. His own eyes were alight with pure joy as he walked them through magic tricks, hearing their shouts of surprise and laughing along with them.

And when the trick was over, and the kids ran off with the various cards and scarves he’d tossed at them, you wondered if you were giving him the same look—one of complete awe of this man in front of you.

“That’s my favorite part of working with kids, they always laugh at your jokes,” you teased softly, trying to hold back the smile as Spencer stepped closer to you.

“Even when they’re not funny?”

“Especially when they’re not funny,” you countered easily, biting down on your lip to hide the still growing smile. “They’re particularly fond of dad jokes.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind.” Spencer was close to you now, so much you had to glance up to keep his gaze. The electricity was palpable between you, sparking in the minimal space between your hands. “You’re the expert on dealing with kids.”

“I’m not so sure. You’re pretty great at it too.”

“We’d make a good team.”

You hadn’t stopped thinking about him since you’d first met the man. It wasn’t possible to explain, not truly. Your mother used to tell you that when you found the one, you’d know. The concept had never made sense—how would you know? What signs would lead you to the conclusion that you found the person you wanted to spend forever with?

It was this—the birthday party happening all around you, laughter from the kids and cheers from the adults in the distance, the gentle chirps of crickets filling the empty space between each. The grass was soft under your feet, and you wondered how soft Spencer’s hair would be under your palms. His face was gorgeous under the moonlight, every sharp feature illuminated in a contrasting soft glow.

You stood there in front of him, and you knew all at once what was true: you were made to love Spencer Reid.

“We should test that hypothesis,” you dared, stepping just close enough that he could press his lips to yours if he bent down. A breathless feeling rushed through you, and you wondered if this was what it was always meant to feel like. How would it feel later, when you’d truly gotten to know him?

“I thought you were a history teacher,” Spencer answered, a laugh ghosting through his equally-breathless sigh.

“There’s science in history, you know,” you told him, picking up your arms to drape them around his neck. “Good chemistry makes history.”

“Then let’s make history together,” Spencer whispered, and those words were just what you needed to surge upward, pressing your lips to his.

And it was perfect in every way you hoped. The two of you smiled through it, teeth clicking awkwardly together at some point, but it didn’t matter because it was you and Spencer. You two would figure out the rest later. For now, it was just you.

“Ew Miss L/N and Uncle Spencer are kissing!” Jack shouted from the backyard, catching the attention of all the other kids around.

“Oh, so that’s how you get a girl to notice you!” Henry cheered, and immediately you saw the fear spark in Spencer’s eyes.

“No!” you two shouted in a panic, already imagining what kind of trouble you’d get in with JJ.

“Just keep being nice to Amanda, Henry,” Spencer told him, and when the kids finally got distracted by something else, the two of you couldn’t help but laugh.

“This is going to be complicated isn’t it?” he asked, and you shrugged, already feeling the weight of the world slipping away from you.

“Only if we make it that way.”

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[youn9racha]

Bartender

pairing: bassist!changbin x bartender!reader

genre: smut

words: 7.0k

synopsis: when changbin gets stood up by his friends/ bandmates in the hopes of a moment of distraction from misery, he confided in a cold-hearted, yet hospitable bartender who would do anything to distract him from the pain.

warning: piv, fem!bodied reader, protected sex, chan thirdwheeling bin, mentions of stoner!jisung, reader uses she/her pronouns and is implied to have tattoos and piercings, mentions of drugs and alcohol, dom!changbin, sub!reader, changbin being a perv lowkey, sad times with changbin :(, nipple play, cunnilingus (reader’s receiving), mirror sex.

extra notes: im changing layouts because i couldn’t be bothered to find pictures and edit them 💀 but regardless im making this smut of changbin from the emo!3racha au that i made because it had been a while since i made one, and i have yet to make a changbin one, so why not make one? also this maybe the longest piece i have ever made 💀 so hopefully it’s worthwhile!!

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

How wonderful…

Changbin sat in the couch of the club, uninterested with the overall atmosphere that he somehow swept himself in. he is sat there, a glass of rum in one hand, his other is unoccupied with anything but pushing his cheek up using his palm, his friend is sat next to him, outright seeming like he is eating his partner’s face. He looked at the couple with slight disgust and discomfort but neither of them cared, they were in their own world, just like how Changbin is, but the only difference is that he truly hates the world he’s living in.

He doesn’t even know why is he sat here. All he could remember is his two friends, Chan and Jisung, just dragging him out of his house after attempting to cheer him up after a recent break up Changbin had to go through that left him devastat—“oh right that‘s why we’re here,” Changbin thought to himself, finding himself sighing as he swirls his rum around his glass cup.

He appreciate the sentiment that his friends have for him and he can sense that from them, but they’re terrible at actually attempting to help their friend out rather than giving into their selfish needs. He can’t be too mad to them, however, he is similar to them in someway, so he doesn’t feel too offended by their actions. He does still feel a bit betrayed and slight feel like salt has been rubbed on his wound by Chan’s current action. Again, he knew it wasn’t his intention, nor his partner’s, they are a couple after all, so why should he stop their fun?

But he cannot help but feel envious at their questionable PDA. He was in this club with aim to get distracted from his recent break up from his ex. He thought he could just have fun with the boys, he thought all of the thoughts of his ex would disappear, but only to see one is busy with his significant other and the other wandered off to smoke a joint with his other friends at the other side of the club. Changbin sighed and got up from his couch, the couple were not bothered whatsoever, and walked up to the bar. On his way there, he downed the whole cup, and as soon as he arrived and finished the remaining strong liquid that stung his throat, he slammed the cup onto the table.

”Refill, please?”

He didn’t bear to look at the bartender, in abashment, in embarrassment. The bartender didn’t say anything but she willingly took the cup and began refilling the drink for the sad man in front of she.

”Tough night?” The bartender gently asked whilst pouring his drink. Changbin did not feel like having a conversation, it’s enough he’s had a break up, his best friends practically neglicted him, now he’s getting a pity talk from a stranger, “that’s exactly what I wanted,” Changbin thought to himself, but he kept himself silent and chose to not answer the question, leaving his head down as is.

The bartender just sighs and looks at him, “I get you don’t want to talk, but you can’t just bottle up your feelings,” they spoke in a matter of a fact tone. Changbin just looked up to her with a sour expression and sees her, her tattooed hand in his vision as she placed his drink on the table. He grumbled, “what’s in it to you?! I’m not here to hear someone pity me for my misery,” he rolled his eyes, “and you’re not a therapist so you’re not getting anything out of me!” He continued as he grabbed the drink and began downing it once again.

The woman standing in front of him seemed unphased with his sudden and rude outburst at her, as well as how worryingly downed the whole cup down his throat. Its seems as though she either was used to it or has encountered much worse people. After he slammed the cup down, she just looked at him with a blank, yet soft expression, as if a mother is waiting for her child to calm down from their outburst.

Changbin had a look at her, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pang of guilt for his insolent behavior. He didn’t have to yell at her like that, he doesn’t have the business to do so. Part of him does say that he only feels guilty only in fear that she would post online that he is an ill-mannered individual—that is if she recognizes him—, but a big chunk of him is feeling genuine guilt due to his careless treatment of his emotions, which isn’t an excuse at all. While he does feel like he is not obligated to tell her anything, telling her off and being rude to her was not a way for him to avoid the subject.

He looked down and sighed apologetically, “look, I didn’t mean to be mean,“ he shook his head as he pauses and remembered her question, “tonight has not been a good one…”

She nodded her head as her lips turned downward in curiosity, ”well, you are right about me not being a therapist,” she calmly spoke, which made Changbin mutter out a sorry, which she shook her head in reassurance and forgiveness, “no, don’t worry about it.”

Changbin did have a slight doubt at first but based on how she used her forearm as support so she can lean forward to talk to him made him change his mind. “I may not be a therapist, but I have been told that I‘m a good listener,“ she said, “if you want, you can stay until my shift’s off, which isn’t long, so we can talk about it,” she shrugged and looked at him with patience, waiting for his approval.

Changbin was hesitant at first, and rightfully so. He is a top celebrity, he’s just recently got out of a pubicized relationship and is crushed by it. What are the chances that this bartender standing in front of him is just trying to use him for clout or is try to milk out any sensitive information to the public? But at the same time, he couldn’t help but immediately feel warm and welcomed by her. She didn’t seem to look down on him, despite his rude demeanor earlier, she didn’t judge him either for picking strong alcohol and downing it in an unhealthily way as a coping mechanism. Changbin is conflicted on whether or not he’ll get to stay with her and he has to make up his mind quick.

“um, sure… where do you want us to meet?”

She only smirked, but her smirk didn’t hold any sinister intention, it was just rather an exciting one, as she nodded at his approval, “just sit by the corner over there and I’ll meet you there, alright?” The ‘alright’ was rhetorical but he couldn’t help but nod at her, but before she could walk away, he called out for her, which she turned to him.

“What about the drinks? I haven’t paid for them, and I’m do—“ his words were interrupted as she leaned in closer to his ears. “Don’t worry about the drinks, Changbin, it’s on me,” she whispered with a smile as she walked away to help with the other bartenders and server other customers.

Changbin was awestruck at the way she mentioned his name. It almost sounded too good for it to be rolled out of her mouth like that, but he felt like she didn’t say it to remind him of his fame. It felt like she mentioned it as oddly comforting to him. It’s probably the alcohol that is making him act up and feel weird emotions over a stranger, but he didn’t care as he had a good feeling coming from that bartender.

Changbin did just that.

He just say in the corner where he agreed to meet up with the bartender, as he looked out at her standing behind the counter, having to deal with idiotic drunk people, mainly men, who would either attempt to flirt with her or attack her for taking too long. Changbin couldn’t help but feel a very slight irritation when a man tries to lay a hand on her, which he completely understands as he can see that men are trying to harrass a woman, but this was a different type irritation. It almost felt like a boyfriend-sort-of irritation, which he doesn’t understand as he only knew of her existence for less than two hours and didn’t even get her name yet. He has gotten up to try and walk up to defend her, but what he came to know from his observation, and also the way she looked at him to signal him to stay back, is that she is the type to fight back.

A man tries to slutshame her? She would hit back with hurtful comments about his actions in bed. A man tries to grope her? She’d have a tight grasp on his hand and push him away. A man stares at her? She would stare back until he looks away. She was a woman who clearly does not need to be taken care of by anyone. He was entranced by her intimidating aura that is radiating to her seemingly delicate feminine features, despite her tattoos and piercings. He finds it almost hilarious over how the irony is running deep in her, but at the same time he can’t help but admire her.

He stayed keeping an eyes on her, until he felt a hand on his shoulder, which made him look at the hand then up to the owner. He couldn’t help but frown in a disappointment when he made eye contact with Chan, who had Jisung on his shoulder, who is mainly slurring his words and slowly passing, meanwhile his partner was standing behind him, to keep an eye out on Jisung.

“Hey, Binnie, Jisung’s passed out drunk and he’s also high, which obviously isn’t a good combination to put on a tiny man like him,” Chan said, trying to add some light hearted comment as he giggled nervously, but he sees that Changbin was unamused with his attempted humor. Chan almost immediately stopped giggling, after he sees Bin‘s dry reaction, and he almost immediately got the hint that his suspicion was right.

”Listen, Bin—“

”I don’t want to talk right now, Chan, just go take care of Jisung and your boo thang,” he said, putting an emphasis on the ‘boo thang,’ which made Chan’s partner hide behind their boyfriend’s back in fear and shame, “and we’ll talk later, I‘m waiting for a friend right now. Y’know, someone who is actually willing to stay with me?” Changbin said, sarcastically as faked smile at Chan with a crossed arm and then frowned after done talking.

Chan could tell that Changbin was upset from him and Jisung for bailing on him, he wasn’t an idiot. Typically, he wasn’t one to beat around the bush and tries to solve the problem immediately, but with Jisung being a mess, the club slowly started to become crazier than it started, they both figured now’s not the right time.

Chan sighed as Changbin rolled his eyes at him, not bearing to look at him right now. He nodded at him, lips pursed in defeat, “I’ll see you in the studio tomorrow, okay?” He said, in a gentle and apologetic tone as he adjusted Jisung in his shoulder and the two men and partner were out.

Changbin hated fighting with his members/friends but he really cannot help it. He expected so much from them, only for them to be disappointed in both of them. He didn’t hold any resentment towards Chan’s significant other, he never did, still doesn’t, but he still hoped they should’ve never showed because he knows that they’re the only one Chan would leave anything for. Furthermore, he is very equally upset at Jisung for letting his drug and alcohol habits get to the best of him, but he’s way too out of it to know about it. But nevertheless, he’s simultaneously glad that the boys unintentionally decided to bail on him, seeing that they’re practically the main push on meeting up with this beautiful girl, who happens to be someone who serves his drinks.

”Hey,”

Changbin was snapped out of his thoughts as he turned to see the bartender that he was earlier talking to walking up to him. She zipped up her jacket, and patted herself to smooth out her material, “I’m off my shift, wanna bounce?” she looked at changbin for his approval, which he got up with a nod.

”yeah, but where to?” He asked as soon as you two got closer to the door. She just shrugged as she placed her hands in her pockets, “up to you, you’re the one with the broken heart.”

Changbin smirked shyly, as he took his hoodie and lowered it, as to not be recognizable as soon as he left the building. She took note of that action, ”what? Are you ashamed to be walking with a commoner, your highness?” She jabbed at his action, to which he just snickered back, shaking his head, “it’s not easy being famous, y’know?” He says as they both stood between the cleavage of two buildings so they can hide from whoever can recognize the respected bassist/producer.

She leaned her back against the wall, placing her head gently into the wall, “I can imagine, especially after the whole break up you had with your partener,” she rummaged through her pockets to grab a cigarette, “or shall I ex-partner.” Changbin could only frown at her words, it may feel like salt in his wounds, but she wasn’t wrong, its been only two weeks and many arose with their questions on how and why they have broken up. So much so, their relationship ending was trending on social media, which must explain why the bartender in front of him is hightly aware of his state very well.

She placed a cigarette in her lips before offering a pack to the man standing next to her, “want some? Could maybe ease out your frustration,” she said, it may seem casual and nonchalant with the way she said, but Changbin can sense the caring nature from just her offering her cigarette and literally hiding him in between two buidlings. Sure, the place may not pleasant as it is infested with rats and trash, but he would rather be here with her than face the paparazzi.

Changbin took the cigarette out of the box, making her put back her pack in her pocket and got out a lighter. “Here,” she said to Changbin, flickering her lighter so he can have something to light up his cigarette. He leaned in, flaming up his stick before inhaling it into his lungs before expelling the smoke out. She grabbed the lighter close to her stick, practically did the same as what the man did, and placed her lighter in her pocket. There was a moment of silence between them, as they both would just indulge in just banish out all of their frustrations in just one toxic smoke.

“I haven’t gotten your name,”

Changbin ruined the comfortable silence, which made the girl turned to him with a smirk, “hm, you never asked,” she sassed back in a light hearted way, which made Changbin roll his eyes, “okay, what is your name, bartender?”

She looked at him with a rised eyebrow and her cigarette just bare touching his lips, and holding in between her tattooed middle and forefinger, “is that what you called me to your bandmates?” she teased once again, which made Changbin speak in a child-like expression, “ugh, I just want to know your name!”

She only laughed at him endearingly, “(y/n), my name is (y/n).”

(y/n).

Changbin almost skipped a beat with that name and he had no idea why. It could be because, despite the fact that he only saw her for an hour or so and her tough demeanor, she made him feel comfortable in some odd way. He’s not sure if she’s here trying to get with his money or fame, but so far nothing is coming off of her.

“Nice to meet you, (y/n),” Changbin smiled at her, she could only smile back at him before taking a drag out of her cigarette. He couldn’t help but just admire at her once again, the way she was stood by the wall so nonchalantly, the way she wrapped her lips around the cancer stick, the way she lifts her head when she exhales her smoke, the way she smiled at him with non-coherent intentions, the way—

“Changbin, I know you’re a famous guy, but staring is still rude, y’know?”

The way she fucking teases him drives him insane, but he had to snap out of it by shaking his head. “Huh? Oh, I’m really sorry—“

”Look, if you don’t feel comfortable talking in public, we can take it in you place, or my place if you’re not comfortable,” she reassured him as she threw away her short remaining of the tobacco stick onto the ground and stepped on it to let it out. Changbin took a drag and looked away as to not blow smoke on her face and nodded, “yeah, sure,” he throws his cigarettes, “let’s go to your place.”

And there, they both walked their way to the girl’s apartment. Changbin and (y/n) has started a few conversations on their way back, as to ease each other out and not create an awkward tension by the time they arrive. The fear of that depleted once they started talking about each other, and they both come to the fact that they both have a lot in common. You both enjoy tattoos and piercings, you enjoy the same music genre and fashion taste, and it turns out that (y/n) happened to like 3racha’s work, but she wasn’t obsessive or a “stan” as some would say, which thankfully didn’t put Changbin off guard. He didn’t have a problem with dating a fan, he’d just prefer not to date them as to prevent any unnecessary drama that could occur.

Dating? Why has he thought of that? “No, Changbin, you’re gonna go to this girl’s house and not do anything that you would regret,” He thought to himself as he arrived to your apartment and walking through the hallway, which lead to your complex.

“What could possible go wrong?“ Changbin thought to himself once again, before the bartender turned to him with her eyebrows knitted as he noticed his sudden timidness, “you alright?” She asked.

Changbin quickly nodded, “yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, almost too quickly, and she just nodded and opened up the door to her complex.

She and Changbin entered the complex, and right off the bat, he had noticed this sort of comforting aura that she had failed to showcase in her interior. In contrast to her overall dark aesthetic, her living room contained mainly warm, nature colors that encompasses the room. Dark green sofa, an auburn wooden coffee table, some artificial gold accents in her chairs, some warm toned lamp illuminating the room, some abstract art pieces, a fireplace, it was really a tender place for you to be relaxed and calm. The rather interesting addition to her living room as this funky design of a mirror that took up the whole wall.

“You can sit there,” she pointed at the couch, “while I go and change real quick, make yourself at home,” she patted his shoulder before she walked away into the hallway of her room. Changbin walked up to the soft cushions of the sofa and sat on it, sinking into the comfortable cushions. While his shoes were kicked off at the door, he was tempted to put his feet on the coffee table in front of him, but he didn’t want to disrespect your house rules, so he opted to keep his feet down.

Speaking of disrespectful, Changbin ended up doing the thing he never intended to do but he thanked the heavens you never noticed it. As he examined the room once again, he couldn’t help but look at the mirror standing ahead of him, standing right next to the fireplace that faces the hallway. Through the reflection of the mirror, he had noticed her room was open ajar, and there it had another full-body mirror. There she stood in front of it, stripping off her old clothes and exposing her naked torso to the reflection. He saw her shirt covered tattoos that drew all across her chest and stomach and he also noticed metal dots that is placed on her nipples.

He looked away from the mirror, in fear of she would catch him staring at her half naked. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and started to play a game on his phone. But he really couldn’t get her naked chest out of his head. The way her pierced breasts bounced once she took off her blouse was playing on loop in Changbin’s mind and he keeps slapping himself for doing so.

“Changbin, get it together, you’re just out of a break up, now you’re lusting for the bartender you just met?” He’s scolding himself for disrespecting her and himself for this. He’s not sure if it has to do with his drunk state, but he could be sure that he had sobered up as soon as she came up to him with her black jacket, and tight dress pants. ”Oh my god, not again,” he facepalmed himself, and began repeatedly hitting himself.

“uh, are you okay?” Changbin heard from behind him, he turned to see her, and now she’s dressed in her black oversized shirt and shorts. It didn’t help his case at all, but he’s trying his best to keep it calm.

“yeah, I’m okay, why you ask?” Changbin spoke, slightly in a high pitched tone, snickering at how outlandish the question was. She had every right to ask him that.

She pursed her lips and nodded, changing the subject, “um, do you want something to drink? I got beer, wine, water,” she pointed at the kitchen behind her, “I could serve you up a cocktail but I’m currently off duty.”

That was probably the dumbest joke she has ever said, but Changbin laughed anyways because it was from her and shook his head, “no, I’m fine, I’ve had enough drinks for tonight.”

She chuckled as she sat next to him, “for someone who had a lot of rum, you don’t seem drunk.”

Changbin shrugged, “well, I guess you can say I have a high tolerance of alcohol,”

She shook her head, as she leaned back to her seat, crossing her arms, “but having that much rum? That can’t be too healthy,” she said, her tone still had this satirized feel to it.

“Yet you served me, so you’re an enabler,” he turned his body to her and teased back, which made her lips open agape, and chuckled in shock, as she had not expected him to respond back. He mainly either stays silent with a smile, laughs, or responds seriously to her, so him responding back with a joke was not what she expected, but she liked it.

“You got me,” she smirked with a raised eyebrow in surrender, which made Changbin say back, “see? You’re not the only one who got jokes here,” which made you roll your eyes as you two laugh.

You both continued laughing until suddenly there was this switch of mood coming from Changbin. And She noticed how quick his contagious smile disappeared at an instance, which she later let out a sad smile and rubbed his arm, hoping she can get a word out of him do he can speak. Changbin felt it and couldn’t help but feel something with her touching. Something he didn’t feel in a while…

”I know we’re strangers, but I invited you here so you can let out your pain, so please don’t let it in,”

And that’s where Changbin broke, he had started to ramble on on how he has done so much for his partner, how he even got them a ring because he planned on proposing to them soon, he had always not been the type to locked down but with that person he change. But it all crumbled down when he found out that they have cheated on him with another person. Changbin never felt this sort of pain before and he thought what did he do wrong? How could have this happened? Why did this happened? So many doubts about how good of a partner he was was clouding in his head and he couldn’t even grasp at how much effort he put into the relationship, only for it to be a waste.

Changbin was at this point was sobbing out his words and when he couldn’t get any words out, she pulled him into his embrace, his head was on her chest, as she gently stroked his hair. She was sitting with her back against the armrest and she allowed Changbin to start laying on her chest, still making stroking gestures in his hair to calm him down. I don’t she realized that she was coddling the bassist of the biggest rock group to hit the world, and even if she did, she couldn’t careless, he’s a man with emotion after all, and she encouraged him to let it all out rather than bottle it in.

As soon as Changbin‘s sobs eased, and her black shirt was now stained with his tears and snot, he realized what he has done, “oh no, I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to…” He paused himself, as he went to grab a tissue from his pocket, and began wiping the snot that was located just above where her nipple piercing is at. She hissed when Changbin accidentally rubbed the area where her piercing is located which made him apologize almost immediately.

”Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mea—“

”It’s okay,” her breath hitched, ”don’t worry about it.”

Changbin noticed her breath hitch and her legs slightly twitched at the sensation of her nipple being touched. He couldn’t help but look up to her then back to her covered chest. She looked at him in a way where she’s unsure about what he’s doing, but at the same time she allowed to do whatever he wants to do.

”I’m sorry if this seems like a lot, but can I…“ He sighs neevously, “can I please kiss you?” He asked, looking up at her eyes, asking for her consent. She wasn’t sure if she want to give in or not. She wanted to because there is no denial that Changbin was a very good looking man and she wouldn’t mind him take her right here, right there. But there’s a part of her where she can’t have him do that, since he’s broken hearted and he probably is not in the state of mind.

”I-I—“

”I know it’s a lot, but it would mean the world to me,” Changbin shook his head, “it’s been two torturous weeks, and I don’t know how long I’ll take for me to move on. But I really need to forget about them, can you please help me?”

She looked at Changbin, still processing in her head about this whole thing he has said. She wasn’t sure if he was drunk, but it doesn’t seem like it because he is not doing anything to indicate he is drunk; he is not slurring, not stumbling both his words and his movements. She started to debate with her and she had to make it quick as to not leave him hanging.

“Yes.”

She had no idea what has gotten into her head, but she certainly glad that it did what it did.

It began after she had consented and Changbin excitedly, yet nervously leaned in to her lips and began placing it there. She kissed back when his lips started to move and part itself to bring out his tongue as to have a taste of her mouth. Tongues interact with each other, with him pulling her closer to him and placing her back flat into the sofa underneath. She wrapped her hands around neck, his necklace landing gently on her collarbone as their lips keep attaching and detaching from time to time. His hand caressed her whole body, with how heated the kiss was slowly getting.

As soon as he reached to her legs and began holding onto her thighs, Changbin pulled away to kiss her cheeks, then later her jaw, then down her neck. He landed his mouth on her flower tattooed neck and thats where he began nipping on her skin, which made her gasp and moan at the action. Her hands began rubbing and roaming around his body, she would occasionally land her hand around the hem of his shirt so she could feel the soft stomach of his.

Changbin pulled away, to look at her, “how about we take this into your room?” She could only nod out of impatience, making Changbin holding a tight grip on her legs as it wrapped around his waist. Her lips were back on his lips as soon as they both arrived into the bedroom, he laid her down, heated lips still on each other. Her hand was still on the hem, making her impatient, “Changbin,” she whispered as she began heavy breathing over the intensity, “please… take it off,” she begged as she gripped his shirt.

Seeing her in this state was astonishing to Changbin to say the least. He honestly expected her to start doing all the work for him and he would bottom, only for him to realize that it might be different in this situation. She was a hardshell to crack, and really tough to talk to when he first talked to her, but right now, she is all puppy-eyed, and begging for him to do more to her. Something in him is switching and it is probably going out of hand.

He smirked, “impatient, are we?” She pouted at him, still wanting more. He snickered as he got up and started to lift his shirt off, only for her to admire his physique. His body was ripped, chest and arms bulging accented with more hidden tattoos in his body, his long silver necklace just sitting beautifully in between his pecs. she couldn’t help but get goosebumps when seeing him in this state. Now it was her turn to feel perverted when looking at the half-naked man.

“please…” she faux-innocently begged once again, as he just started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants for him to strip it off. He was now standing in just his boxers and his necklace, and now he was leaning once again, but this time, “tell me, what do you want?” he whispered into her ears, which made her shudder into the feeling.

”Changbin… just take me… do whatever you want to me… put it all on me,” her voice was hushed in eagerness and thats all Changbin wanted to hear before he began taking her shirt off, making her instinctively cover her breast, which made him chuckle darkly, “really? thats not what you did when you gave me a show earlier,“ he commented, which at first made her look at the man on top of hernwith knitted eyebrows, confusion written in her face, but it wasn’t long until realization hit her that she had exposed herself without realizing that he could have seen her.

Before she could say anything, “it’s okay though,” he spoke as he pulled her arms away from her breast, his kissed from neck started to go south. “I enjoyed what I saw,“ he smirked, later then he attached his lips onto her pierced right nipple, the same nipple where he rubbed earlier. She whimpered at the stimulating feeling, as he licked and bit the bud. He tugged on the piercing just slightly, making her shudder and squeak, which made him giggle, “the noises you make are so cute.”

He started repeating the same tongue and mouth movements onto her other pierced nipple, eliciting more sounds from her. He pulled away from her nipples, so he could start taking off her shorts along with her panties. There she was laying in front of him, bare from her head to toe, the only thing that covers her skin was her tattoos. Changbin chuckled at her beauty as he began kissing the valley between her breasts. “You are so beautiful,” he says between kisses, and she can only hold onto his head, hoping he could go somewhere she wanted him to go to.

She took the praises that were escaping his lips the more he got down, she can only let out a hum the more he praises and shows love towards her beautiful body. He got down until he has reached the destination both of them really wanted to him to go to, his face now close to her glistening core that was untouched.

“Please,” she hushed, before she looked down on him, he only responded by placing her legs on his shoulders, and his tongue began licking the stripe of the opening slit up to her clit. She only moaned with her mouth open as she gripped his hair. Changbin kept an eye out on her as he used his well-equipped tongue on her to get the sounds he wants to hear, as well as get the taste he wants to taste. She tasted so intoxicating to him, it was almost addicting to him and it’s only been a few a minutes.

He pulled his mouth away for a bit to praise, “you taste so good, baby,” he breathed through his words, before she took his face down where she wanted it to be, making him laugh at her keenness, but carried on anyways.

Her hips started buck as she felt his nose started to brush into her clit since he decided to move his head while lapping his tongue on her pussy. He retaliated by placing his strong arms on her hips to prevent her from moving, instead she started to shake as she felt herself almost at a reach.

“Bin—ah! I’m gonna co—fuck!“ She whimpered as she feels her orgasm bubbling up, only for him to suddenly stop licking her, edging her completely. She looked at him confused as he looked from behind him before looking back at you, an evil smile painted on his face. She gulped as he stood up, patting her thighs, “get on your hands and knees, and face the mirror.”

Changbin doesn’t know what has he gotten into, neither does (y/n), but neither are complaining about this at all. In almost at an instant, despite her shaky legs, she placed herself in the position he wanted her to be in and faced the black-rimmed full-body mirror sitting in the corner of her room. Changbin was rummaging through his pants and got out a condom from one of his pockets. He took off his boxers and from the reflection, she only saw a glimpse of his hard cock that escaped the covering of his boxers and her jaw could only be dropped. She should have guessed it from the bulge she had seen on his boxers, but she still has not realized that he was indeed big in both height and width.

“I guess the fangirls are right afterall,” she thought to herself, before she suddenly felt two pairs of hands on her hips. She hadn’t realize that she only thought of how big he was while he was still getting his condom on.

“Do me a favor, never look away from the mirror, got it?” He spoke to you, looking at you through the mirror, and you can only respond back with a nod. And there it started, Changbin aligned his tip onto her slit, and slowly began slipping himself in, which made both parties contort their faces and groan out. For her, it was the stretch of his really long and thich length, and for him is due to the tightness of her being wrapped around him.

“Jesus, you’re fucking tight,” he muttered to himself after he reached the point where she can handle, as pointed out by how she tighten herself and let out a “mm,” due to the discomforting pleasure. He looked back at her, he saw her head was down, and he only allowed this time to pass because of how overwhelming the feeling could be, “are you okay?” he asked, concerned laced in his tone

She breathed heavily, before looking back at him in the mirror with a smile, “oh, yeah,” you worded with droopy eyes, and that was the greenlight for him to move, making her widened her eyes in pleasure and letting out a bunch of “O” sounds when he started to move deeper and rougher. Everytime her eyes would close for a second or placed her head down, he would either slap her asscheeks to “awaken” her, or pull her hair and let it remain in the mirror, “I said, keep your eyes on the mirror,” he gritted his teeth.

All the sounds that is bouncing off the wall were just the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other, topped with a bunch of sobs, whimpers and yelp coming from her and low rumbles, groans and grunts coming from him, and its one thing that Changbin put into mind is that she was definitely not a quite one which made him all the crazier.

Her fingers holding onto the sheets, ”C-Changbin, I th-think—fuck!” Her words were difficult to put into sentence because of how good Changbin was making her feel with his cock plunging in and out of you in a pace she loves. But based on the way she started to shake and her eyes are rolling and fluttering, he got the idea that she was getting close. With a few more thrusts, she has already reached her peak and orgasmed right there, but Changbin still hasn’t stopped his thrusts.

She was starting to get overwhelmed with the overstimulation, and her body began shaking with the sensation, “Bin… It’s too much,” she gasped.

Changbin nodded as his mouth was in an O shape, “don’t worry, b-aby, just a few… mor—shit!” he muttered his words but sensing his thrusts getting sloppier, she got the sense that he wasn’t far away from his orgasm. And she guessed right, just a few more thrusts and he only grumbled and threw his head back as his fluids expelled into the wrapper inside her.

They both grabbed a breather, as she placed her head on the mattress and Changbin rolling his head back down to her. He held her hip before pull out, making her groan at the sensatio and dropping her hips as well into the bed. He took off his condom, tying it before he threw it in the trash in her room. She stirred in the bed, looking at him with a smile, him having the same expression.

“Do you want to do anything else?” She asked him, which he just shook his head, “no, no, that was perfect,” he said, as he stroked her thigh, “thank you so much for letting me do this.”

She snickered, “yeah, its no problem, now will you excuse me,” she got up, now back to her original form, “I’ll just wobble my way to the bathroom so I can pee.” She was only joking when she said that but when she actually tried to stand up, she ended up wobbling and fell back to the bed, which made Changbin laugh. She only rolled her eyes, “yeah, yeah, laugh about it, now help me up.”

Changbin held her hand, and her waist before she guided her to her bathroom. Despite all the jokes she made at him, she lovingly looked at his caring state. He helped her to the bathroom, they both took care of each other, but she didn’t expect him to be this caring, especially not to a stranger like herself, but he genuinely seemed to enjoy her company.

They even laid in bed together, watching whatever movie that played in her tv. She looked at him and said, “look, I really enjoyed my time,” her words made him twist his head to her, “and I don’t mind repeating this again, but I just wonder will it affect you if we still see each other, despite... y’know?” He knew exactly what she meant, for a moment there, he forgot that he is a famous celebrity and is literally laying next to her, a bartender, in bed.

He could only sigh, “I feel the same way, I really enjoyed your company, and I really mean it,” putting an emphasis in the really, ”but I don’t know, I’m generally a busy man, so I don’t this on the regular, you know?” He rambled as she just nodded at him, listening to him.

“I understand,“ she simply replied. “But I would definitely do need your number so we can talk more, that is if you want,” Changbin shrugged.

”Says the man laying on MY bed as if he hasn’t seen me naked just less than an hour ago,” she sassed back, making him chuckle. She grabbed his phone, opened up his contact, and began dialing in her number and adding her name onto his contact list. “There, you have my number as well, that way I won’t be concerned about you constantly changing your number.”

“How do you know me so well? are you my soulmate? are you a stalker?” Changbin whispered and shook his head dramatically, which made her groan, “ugh, I take it back, delete my number,” she jokingly said, making Changbin laugh and held her close before they carried on watching the movie.

Despite her attitude, she hopes Changbin doesn’t actually deletes her number. She only knew this man for less than a few hours and she already doesn’t want to let him go. She can’t help but think to herself before she felt herself to sleep…

”His ex is a dumbass for cheating on him, but thank you for doing so…”

[penaltbox]

across a room - owen power

warnings: many mentions of nsfw things but no real moments. underage drinking and all that stuff. enjoy at your own risk.

word count: just under 6k

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you can’t believe the amount of people that are packed into the rundown, but familiar hockey house. it was somewhere you’d been many times before, though not nearly as many people as were in the house knew that. you immediately start your visual search, already having the gut feeling that there were eyes on you somewhere within the walls.

brendan? check, return the smirk. duker? check, return the thumbs up. kent? check, return the wide eyed, slightly nervous gaze. slowly, ever so slowly because you knew who he’d be with, turn your attention to the tall boy next to him who was (somewhat) slowly stealing your heart.

owen.

check mate. give him the little smile that let him know you were glad to see him, but still shy somehow despite the fact his hands and lips had traced every inch of your body in the last week. 

you find him already looking back, smirk slightly disguised by the red cup he had lifted to his lips. the lips you wanted to go over and kiss until they were swollen just like they’d been on thursday when you’d seen him last. he nods ever so slightly in your direction, tipping the cup to let the liquid in it roll down his throat. you watch carefully, biting your bottom lip as you do so.

your roommate and best friend, lily, catches your elbow, “excuse me, roll your tongue back into your head. can we please go get a drink? i want to go see ethan.”

“didn’t know you had a thing for younger guys, lil,” you tease, finally breaking owen’s gaze and grinning at your sweet bestie. 

she and ethan were perfect honestly, slight age gap or not. the blonde hair, the smiles, the contagious positive energies. they were well on their way to being each others better half. she blushes but rolls her eyes at your comment and pulls you farther into the mass of people.

you lead the way to the kitchen, much more familiar with the walk even with the buzz that’s going on around you, and stumble into an arm wrestling match at the kitchen island. you can’t help but grin as you lock eyes with brendan, his interest in his current game waning so fast he willingly loses immediately.

he lets go of garrett’s hand and doesn’t look back, smiling as he walks over to you. you could have sworn you’d seen him on the other side of the room not ten minutes ago, but leave it to him to skip over to a competition faster than you could process.

“hey, good lookin’,” he greets, hugging you close and kissing your temple. 

you giggle and hug him back, mumbling against his shirt, “hi, briss. can i breathe please?”

he loosens his grip and lets you step back, giving lily a hug as well. 

“eddy was just in here, lil. i’m sure he’ll be right back,” he mentions, making the girl’s cheeks flush red immediately. 

“thanks, brendan,” she says, ducking her head, but glancing behind him to see if she could find her favorite boy. 

you laugh a little and reach out, squeezing brendan’s bicep. he can’t help but look at it, smiling as you do it, and giving you his full attention. 

“yes, mama?” he asks, the nickname making you roll your eyes. owen would flip if he heard brendan call you that. 

“drinks, b?”

“right, right,” he clears his throat, nodding to the hallway. 

he shows you and lily to his room, letting you watch him put his passcode into the door lock. he opens it and points to the room in general, “anything in here is yours for the taking. my sweatshirts included.”

you see the wink he tosses you and so does lily, but she has to cover her mouth to keep her laugh in. you play it cool, not ready to sell yourself out yet as you open the mini fridge and grab a white claw for you and lily. 

you hand her one and follow her out, stopping in front of brendan as he stands in front of his door. you bring a hand up to rest on his chest and give him a big smile. 

“thanks, bren. you’re the best.“

he grins, ready to say something, but you walk out quickly. lily grabs your hand and drags you into the droves of people as she laughs like she committed a crime. 

“you need to leave that boy alone!” she bellows, turning to face you as her hips sway to the beat of some swedish house mafia tune. 

“i’ll do that when he stops hitting on me,” you roll your eyes, knowing he was a forward boy. 

you take a second to center yourself where you’re at, sipping at the cold can in your hand. your eyes scan again, looking for one boy in particular, and finding him easily. owen sticks out from a crowd, obviously, but you’re thankful for it. he seems to have already tracked you down as well and his gaze feels heavy. 

you raise your eyebrows at him, slightly lifting your can. he smirks and runs a hand through his hair, tongue darting out to wet his lips suddenly. you have to consciously keep yourself composed as he keeps his stare on you, goosebumps breaking out across your skin as he watches. it’s like a magnet though, and you feel yourself being pulled in. 

“hey, lily? let’s go this way,” you say, not breaking owen’s eye contact. 

even across a room he has you totally under his control. he’s confident but humble, all in the same breath, and it was something that kept you so hooked on him that you couldn’t even hope to catch a breath on the surface. you were completely submerged in him and he knew it, too. 

he’s making no move to come to you, but he flinched forward just slightly as matty gets in your way. there were only two people who knew about you and owen. one on your side and one on his. he’d told kent, of course, and you? your best friend, matty. 

“hey!” he smiles, pulling you in for a hug. 

matty was almost like a brother to you. someone who stuck up for you and looked out for you, all while still being somewhat of a pain in the ass. other than lily, he was the only one who knew what had gone on so far between you and owen. you’d made him pledge his loyalty and swear his secrecy and so far he’d held up his end of the bargain well. 

“hi, matty,” you hug him, looking over his shoulder at the object of your affection. 

owen’s smirk turns into a subtle frown and he looks away as he takes a sip of his drink. it’s all you need to see before you’re pushing matty back by his shoulders to get a read on why he was in front of you. 

“what is it?” you ask, knowing he’d come over to you for a reason. 

he grins slyly, “i need a partner for dice.”

“matty, no,” you groan and shake your head, “you know i suck at that game.”

“it’ll be so fast! i just need to play one round or else i have to do a keg stand and you know i can’t do those,” he pouts, pleading with you to help him out. 

you sigh, glancing over at owen again. you wanted to go talk to him. actually, you wanted him to take you back to your place and keep you busy until the sun came up, but that wasn’t something to think about with how many people were surrounding you.

matty looks over his shoulder to find where you were looking and smiles as he shakes his head, “i promise you that big lug won’t mind if you come with me for twenty minutes. we all know you’ll both find your way to each other before tonight is over.”

you blush, knowing you’d been called out. you cave, agreeing to go play the silly game with the agreement from matty being that you only had to participate once and you’d be free after that. lily follows, still craning her neck to find her favorite boy but somehow it was in vain so far. you keep an eye out for him as well, knowing as soon as you saw him you’d be free to go find owen for the night because she’d be glued to ethan. 

you follow his lead to where they were playing the game and instantly spot ethan. you nudge lily and point over at him, watching the grin take over his face when he saw her. she wastes no time walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist as he pulls her close and kisses her. 

you wish you could be that easy going in public with owen, but no, it was a game at this point. he wanted to see how things went in private to make sure it would work before you guys let the rest of the group know what was going on. you understood the idea, and agreed with it really, but sometimes the sight of something like lily and ethan really made your heart twist unhappily.

you shake your head, turning back towards matty with a smile, “okay, let’s do this. i don’t want to lose though.”

he laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you both forward to start the next match. it’s close the entire time and you actually find yourself having some fun with it, but you miss one toss and matty can’t manage to land another before nolan and johnny do, effectively bouncing you from the game.

you weren’t made, but before you can leave the area to try and find your canadian giant, you find yourself surrounded by matty, thomas, and jacob. you clue in for a moment, listening and participating, but it gets harder and harder. you realize you’d failed when you have no good answer for a very simple question.

“okay, but if we do take an end of the year trip for spring break, where do we want to go?” thomas asks, pointing between you all.

“florida.”

“mexico.”

“what?” you ask, realizing you’d been looking around to try and find owen rather than listening.

thomas laughs, “someone’s off in space today. vacation spot ideas? you in?”

“oh yeah,” you mumble, “sounds good to me.”

the boys share a look that asks what was up with you but say nothing more. you look around one more time and finally spot him. he’s standing in the entry way to the room, leaning against the wall and looking too smug that you’d found him again. it’s like tunnel vision then, the alcohol in your system starting to take effect considering you hadn’t eaten dinner, the warmth of the room making your cheeks go even more red than normal, and owen. it was always owen. 

you can hear the hum of voices around you and someone even bumps into you a little. did something just splash onto your shoes? you don’t even have the focus to bother looking because owen is waiting and you know it. your patience finally snaps and you start to make your way over to him finally.

his smug look drops into a softer smile as you push past the last two people standing between you guys. he’d always been cocky from far away but he seemed to melt when you were close to him. he was helpless when it came to you just as much as you were for him. 

you reach up, having every intention of wiping the last of his smirk off his face, when he catches your wrist. you let out a little gasp, surprised at his move. you furrow your eyebrows, ready to ask him what the deal was when he tugs you closer and leans in to kiss you.

you practically drop the drink in your hand as you lean up to meet his lips, his free arm going around your waist to steady you. he kisses you like there’s no one in the room and you’re shocked, but certainly not going to hold back. you meet his pace, ever so slightly letting your tongue run along his bottom lip to get him to take it further.

every part of you feels like it’s on fire and his touch burns on you in a way you can’t get enough of. you could get lost in him every minute of everyday and you would still want more. he pulls back finally and rests his forehead on yours. the smile he’s giving you tells you just how wrapped around your finger he is. 

“well that was subtle,” you say, moving your head to bury it in his chest.

he wraps you into a tight hug, dropping his lips down to kiss your head, “subtle doesn’t really work for anything in my life. have you seen how big i am?”

you look up at him, smirking at the slight innuendo he’d unintentionally made, “i might recall a thing or two about size with you.”

owen would groan, a slight blush spreading on his cheeks when he realized what you were implying, “stop. you really want to go there? you trying to get a repeat of last weekend? i very clearly remember the way you said my name during that.” 

he doesn’t hold back and it makes you blush even harder than him, shocked that he’d gone so far with it. even though you were sure he could feel your heart quicken with how close you were pressed up against him, you tried to recover. 

“funny because i remember the exact same thing about you. something about don’t stop… oh wait, there was a please in there too.”

“i think that’s enough. you’re really trying to get yourself into some trouble tonight, huh?” he asks, taking a deep breath.

despite how much smaller you were than him you sure could give him a run for his money. you nod, bringing your hand up again to cup his cheek as he leans into your touch. he has a wicked smile on his face from the interaction as he turns to kiss your palm quickly.

yeah, you were both in over your heads for one another. you’re ready to steal another kiss, since you’re apparently allowed to do that now, when a voice from somewhere in the room catches your attention as it cuts through the rest of the noise. 

“you owe me $20!”

“brendan,” you hiss, turning to look for him.

owen can’t help but laugh as he holds you tight to keep you from fighting his teammate, “oh god, of course it was him.”

“duke, pay up! truss, hand it over! get ready people. venmo is also accepted!” brendan announces, moving through the room and holding his phone above his head with his qr code open. 

“owen, don’t let him do this,” you groan, burying your face into his shirt again. 

owen calls brendan over, a commanding tone to his voice that made you shiver a bit. you check behind you to see where he was and suddenly he’s right there, a stupid grin on his face that makes him look all too proud of himself. 

you turn around and smack his chest, “do not bet on us! what is wrong with you?”

“hey we all said you guys needed to just fuck and get it over with. you’ve been drooling over each other since you met. he didn’t give anyone else a chance.”

you shake your head, thinking you’d played it cooler when you’d met owen, but apparently you were very wrong. you’re slightly horrified that everyone was betting on you two sleeping together, but at the same time they weren’t wrong on it. they just didn’t know you two were actually dating as well. 

brendan walks away, giving you a look that lasts a little longer than you’d expected and it gives you a weird feeling you can’t quite place. owen’s fingers dig into your hips a little and you look up to find him watching brendan walk away with his jaw set tight. you tap his chest to get his attention and his look softens when he sees you.

“what was that about?” you ask, never having seen him get that way.

owen shakes his head, “that was nothing.”

you don’t really believe him but you don’t push it any further either. it wasn’t worth trying to drag out of him. you’re about to ask him if you can go get another drink when kent stumbles over to you guys.

“i swear i didn’t tell anyone!” 

you give him a confused look as owen groans, “i know you didn’t, johnson. i didn’t think for a second you did.”

“excuse me? tell anyone what?” you ask, wondering what the hell was going on.

“i told kent about us. he’s the only one i told though and i made him swear not to say anything otherwise i’d crush him.”

“owen!” you reprimand him for his threat but realize you’d done pretty much the same, “i mean, i guess i can’t talk. lily and matty knew too but they were never going to say anything.”

kent frowns, “wait i wasn’t the only one who knew? i thought i was special for a minute.”

“wait, you told matty?” owen asks, frowning a little, “so much for us keeping secrets.”

“we’re obviously not very good at that,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“so i’m safe then? i’m not on the hit list?”

“get out of here, kent,” owen laughs, raising his fist to bump it against kent’s. 

the blond grins and takes off back towards the kitchen where he must have come from initially. you catch matty’s eye as you watch kent leave and he just shakes his head a little, a smug look on his face as well. he’d told you right away that you two would blow your cover in no time. you’d made it a whole two months of being official prior to that night. the cat was very much out of the bag now.

you press yourself against owen’s chest again, looking up at him through your lashes. it’s a sight that makes his heart beat harder and his pants feel tighter. he pulls you as close as he can, loving the feeling of you up against him. he knows how fake this innocent act is but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a complete turn on to see you like this.

“mmm, keep thinking about that repeat you were talking about before brendan so rudely interrupted us.”

his eyebrows raise and his lips curl up into a grin, “oh were you now? is that why you’re on me all hot and heavy right now?”

leaning back to gauge owen’s reaction, you drag a hand down his chest and let your nails dig in just slightly, “maybe that was part of my plan.”

he grunts, grabbing your hand right before it can drag down his abs, “can you handle it though? i don’t want to hurt you.” 

your cheeks feel hot as you take in what he’s implying and it went beyond what you’d gone through the week prior. he lets go of your hand and brings his up to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb across it. he’d done the same right before he’d pushed you to your knees last weekend and your mouth waters on instinct. he can feel how hot your cheek is and it makes him swallow hard. you don’t have to think twice this time. you’re positive of your answer. 

“i know you’d never hurt me. matty would kill you…” you say as he laughs and nods in agreement, but you add, “unless i wanted you to.” 

suddenly his nodding slows and he’s swallowing hard. his jaw clenches and his voice is much lower when he asks, “and is that something you want?” 

you roll your tongue, pressing it against your cheek biting back a smirk, “it is. you think you can deliver?” 

instead of responding with words, he grabs your chin, pulling your mouth to his for another not so gentle kiss. the kiss is much different than the first one he’d let everyone see. this one is possessive and makes a statement to anyone who saw it. you were his.

“we’re leaving” he grunts, practically dragging you out the door as brendan whistles and yells for you guys to ‘be careful’ and ‘use protection’.

owen was playing a game that you were more than happy to oblige with. if he wanted to act nice but talk dirty then you’d do the same until you were both behind closed doors. you can’t help but grin when he says it’s time to go because you love getting your way and this was exactly what you wanted. 

“brisson is dead at practice monday,” owen laughs, shaking his head as he leads you out the front door. 

“he’s just having fun. don’t be too mean to him,” you defend, not knowing how far he’d take things. 

he stops and looks down at you, “do you have a soft spot for briss? should we have invited him with?” 

your eyes go a little wide and owen smirks again. 

he leans down and kisses you as he mumbles, “i don’t share well. don’t get your hopes up like that.”

you’d be lying if you hadn’t for just a second entertained the idea of inviting brendan along. the way b’s head would eagerly nod and owen’s jaw would surely drop. but you don’t have time to fully complete the thought because owen's comment sends you reeling. so much so that you come to a literal stop on the porch, pulling his arm back that was still trying to drag you to the car. 

his smirk consumes the entirety of his features as he turns to look back at you, “what’s wrong, baby girl? something i said?” 

you struggled to formulate your thoughts, but you wanted the upper hand here tonight, “no, i just. what’s that saying coach always says? two kids in the sandbox, one toy, who comes out with it?” 

his eyes narrow and his breathing changes ever so slightly as your hand starts to make its way up his chest. 

you gaze up at him, “who would come out with the toy, o?”

the taunt could backfire, honestly, but you figured it was worth a shot. owen thinks he has the control in the situation but that one sentence has his world reeling as he processes the challenge you’d just presented. 

“excuse me?” he asks, laughing a little, “is that a challenge? you think brisson could do anything nearly as well as i do for you?” 

you can see his ego trying to cover his shock and play into it, “i mean he’s strong, he’s talented, he’s got great stamina on the ice. that has to translate somewhere. it does for you.” 

“are you absolutely sure you want to go there?” owen asks, taking a deep breath as he runs his hand through his hair again. 

you nod, “i can go ask him right now.”

owen hesitates for just a second, before releasing you, holding his hands up, “fine, go ahead. i’m not stopping you.” 

you narrow your eyes at him, “you’re positive you want me to do that? and you’re okay with it?” 

the more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t figure out if you wanted him to say yes or no, but there was a definitely a part of you that was leaning toward yes, nothing you had said about brendan earlier was a lie. 

“no i don’t want you to do it and no i’m not really okay with it”, he starts and then leaning close so that only you can hear, he slots his finger under your chin to force you to look up at him, “but i am positive that i’d win.”

you knew there was a catch to him giving in so easily but the thought of him doing whatever it took to win you over, even though he already had you, really had your attention. you can’t help but shiver a little at how intensely he’s looking down on you in contrast to how gently his finger holds your chin up. owen always knew how to balance firm and soft, something you didn’t know you could be so attracted to until you dated him. 

“i think i’d love to see that competition,” you smirk, stepping back and reaching toward the door handle. you hesitate just long enough to give him a fair chance to stop you and he does. 

he grabs your hand and pulls you back into him, breathing a little heavier, “don’t you dare. you know exactly whose girl you are. or did you need a reminder on that?”

you would never do anything that he didn’t want, but it was fun to see how far he’d go just to prove that he wanted you. a man his size could truly do quite anything he wanted with you, but he always took extra care in handling you just right. gentle enough to never hurt you (unless, apparently you asked), and rough enough to keep you coming back for more both in and out of bed. 

he’d been absolutely scared the first time you told him to not take it easy. he was convinced he’d hurt you and was so hesitant the whole time. eventually you both figured it out and he knew how far he could push you now. he’d asked if you were sure you’re okay about a million times until you had told him to cut it out, “the whole point of this is to not be okay by the time you’re done.” 

it took a few times and maybe a bad game for him to really let loose on you. he’s usually careful with you, but once you unlocked that part of him that let him know it was okay not to be so safe there was no going back to timid owen. he was almost too good at finding the edge of what you could handle and almost pushing you over it. the way you were riling him up that night almost guaranteed he’d be dancing the two of you along that now familiar wire again.

you fully lean back into his touch, “a little reminder might be nice, but not if you’re not comfortable with it.” 

you’re honest in that and it softens the moment just the slightest. the challenge is still there, but you offer him an out. if he takes it you’ll gladly go with it, but you want to see what he picks.

he sighs, pulling you even closer, “you know i’ll always want whatever you want.” 

his response is every bit as honest as yours. you think about it and decide to table the game for now. you weren’t sure that was an avenue you truly wanted to pursue or not.

“what i want is for you to take me home and make good on your original promise.” 

he’s more than satisfied with that, kissing you as hard as he had in the house, but softening it just enough at the end to have you trying to lean in for more. 

“so am i uninvited or what?” brendan asks through the open window near the front door. 

you were really settling into owen, and the moment when brendan decided to butt in, you jump from surprise. 

“god dammit, briss,” you mumble just loud enough for owen to hear, laughing at the small heart attack he’d given you. you really shouldn’t be surprised to find out he’d been eavesdropping, because of course he was, “maybe next time.” 

“there will be no next time,” owen informs him, leading you again back toward the car. 

“aw, not even one time, owen?” you pout, your eyes shining with trouble as you follow him, hand locked in his. 

brendan, still listening in, shouts, “he just knows i’d win!”

owen curls his lip up as he hears brendan yell that and you have to squeeze his bicep, 

“owen, stop. he’s just trying to get you worked up.” 

“well it’s working,” he grumbles. 

once you get into the car he leans in with a little pout, still holding the door open. 

you laugh and put your hands on his cheeks, “i’m all yours. i love you. brendan just knows how to get under your skin.”

his eyes flutter at the feel of your hands on his cheeks and it still amazes you that you had a man this large in the palm of your small hands, quite literally. 

“you’re not wrong about that. i’m still going to kill him at practice.” 

you laugh as you chastise him with his full name. 

he rolls his eyes and huffs, “what? it’s bad enough he already has a crush on you, i’m not letting him think he actually has a chance at sleeping with you.”  

your eyes widen at this information. you had suspected b had a little crush when he first met you but once you started dating owen you had barely given it any thought. not that brendan was clued in on that change however…

“you’re joking.” 

owen snorts, taking his eyes off the road to glance at you, “you seriously haven’t noticed?”

you try and process the fact he’d admitted what you’d thought for a while now. the nicknames, the way he was always finding you when you showed up somewhere, the little kisses on your head that no one else on the team offered. things were clicking a little more for you.

“are you really sure? brendan can be friendly with just about anyone.” you check, making sure he’s not just getting back at you for your earlier antics. 

“if you would have told him to come with he would have been in the car faster than you could imagine,” owen shakes his head, reaching over to grip your thigh, “but he doesn’t get to put a hand on you that i don’t know about.”

you put your hand on top of his and decide to push him just a little more, “that you don't know about? so if you know about it, then he can touch me?” 

his grip on your thigh tightens and in the back of your mind you can already see the reactions you’ll get when the boys see owen’s fingerprint marks on your skin tomorrow. 

“did we not just have this talk? i thought we were done playing games,” he growls.  

you give him a look somewhere between love and lust. you loved to play games that tested his patience and he knew that.

“damn, possessive looks good on you.”

he returns the look, “i told you. i don't like to share.”

“care to leave a reminder or two then tonight?” you ask, turning in your seat to face him more.

his eyes go darker as he realizes what you’re talking about. he’d felt awful the first time he’d left a bruise on you from holding on too tight, but it had the opposite effect on you. you’d loved it. the reminder of what he’d done shining through the next day as you saw it in the mirror while getting ready was the perfect reminder of who had given it to you. 

he’d slowly gotten more brave with marking you up and would leave them in other places, which was fine until the boys started to notice. you were always hanging around them all, so seeing you wasn’t unfamiliar, but they never knew about you and owen. he liked the way the guys would eye the marks if they caught sight of them because it marked you as his, but they were none the wiser. 

it started as a joke when nolan would tease you for being so clumsy and always having bruising all over, and then luke told you to stop beating yourself up, but then thomas… well of course thomas was the one to notice being the observant, yet dirty mind that he was. he called you out one day about how you must like it rough and the heat of your cheeks had confirmed the statement. the boys were nothing less than shocked at your lack of defense on it.

from then on anytime the guys would spot a bruise, even if it was somewhere ridiculous like your elbow, they’d have questions. you never ratted owen out though and you’re still surprised that you’d managed to keep things low key for as long as you two did.

after one particularly out of hand night, owen pampered you like no other partly because he felt bad, which you assured him he had no reason to, but also because he appreciated that you understood what he needed and that you wanted it too. he’d never cared for someone while also being that careless ever before. 

you have to hide the marks as much as possible from the boys even though you really thought you were doing a good job before but some days he made that job harder than others. the whole thing was just a piece of your relationship that you both loved to explore and exploit.

you can’t help but run your hand up owen’s arm, tangling it in his hair and gently massaging his head as you think about the ones he’d left previously. you were pretty sure there was still a faint one above your hip bone.

“i can probably do that for you, baby,” he smirks.

you nod, poking the bear one last time, “i’m sure the boys will notice. hopefully bren isn’t too jealous.”

he lets out a low groan, “you’re not changing my mind.” 

“i’m not trying to. i’m just thinking… do you think brendan’s a good kisser? he sure knows how to use that mouth so i’m just wondering,” you smirk a little. 

owen stops harshly at the stop sign and brings his free hand over to gently grab your face, “that’s something you’re never finding out. he doesn’t get to touch you. not even with my permission.” 

you run your tongue along your cheek where his thumb presses into it from the outside. owen shifts in his seat to readjust himself and stares at where he can see you rolling your tongue against his touch as you let your mouth hang open.

“you’re a goddamn animal,” he whispers, but the love in his eyes is as obvious as the attraction. 

“all yours though. you made me this way.”

“all fucking mine.”

he wastes no time after that, speeding through the side streets of ann arbor, blowing stop signs and finally throwing the car into park in front of your house. you’d gripped his arm the whole way home with the way he’d drove and slowly let it loose.

he looks over at you and smirks, “out of the car. now.”

“make me,” you challenge, ready to turn everything up a few notches now that you were where you both needed to be for the foreseeable future.

“oh i will,” he grunts, tearing his keys from the ignition and coming around to open your door. 

with shocking ease he pulls you from your seat and throws you over his shoulder, kicking the car door closed behind him. you can’t help but giggle as he slaps your ass loud enough to echo into the night and hauls you into the house. your little attitude had worked and you were finally getting what you’d wanted since you saw him staring you down from across the room earlier that night. 

[lolita-lollipop]

Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

[yaomomvs]

— BEING INARIZAKI’S TEAM MANAGER AND A SECRET VOLLEYBALL PLAYER

inarizaki x f!manager

this is part of a hcs series, let me now what team you want next <3

okay so actually you ended being the manager because the girls volleyball team had already closed the application time

so you you were really looking forward to it and omg you were so sad about it

after being rejected, you were just peacefully going through the gym and you heard laughter from a bunch of guys

you recognized kosaku since he was in your class and waved at him.

and so, they were talking about getting a manager since this team is pretty much a lot to handle

and so since kosaku knew you were hard working and that the first idea that popped out oh his head was that if you wanted to try out.

kita respectfully introduced himself and asked if you were willingly try out 🥺🥺🥺 like what a man 🥺🥺

and mostly because the twins having fangirls always made this process kind of difficult, so instead kita and aran wanted to make sure it was someone who at least was trusted by one of them

and not to brag but bestie you are gorgeous

so it was a win win

atsumu refused to this because as the jerk he usually is, he said that he didn’t need any help

that son of a bitch

he was being soooo petty mainly after you said “oh don’t worry kita, idiots are not my type”

osamu fell in love with you ❗️

and aran

and suna

and well the team.

and so, looking at the other court where the girl vbc was training you said that it was something.

every! single! practice! is! chaotic!

but somehow you managed them so well

atsumu is still trying to prove that he doesn’t but oh boy he is the first one to requiere your help

you better believe this guys are your simps and are constantly competing over someone who a year ago could never imagine they had

your attention? the best way to prove each other they were superior

in away games, god bless the idiot that wants to even dares to try to do a move on you

they are lowkey intimidating

not but seriously

specially and surprisingly kita and aran

son como esos niños mamones fresas que de cierto modo les tienes miedo

besides

this team? over the moon for you

and tbh, they were so grateful for you, you did a lot for them that they started to feel some kind of embarrassing how before they wouldn’t know how to do basic stuff like cooking for camps, labeling they jerseys correctly, searching for new equipment like they love you

anyways that however was kinda sus to them

it all started when somehow you learned so quickly, and the technical stuff was not hard to understand as to others

surprisingly the first one to notice was suna

you could have said something but tbh

you still look forward to play volleyball like more seriously even as a hobby

BUT

BUT

you’d rather be dead than telling your team that’s what you wanted because

a) they could think you only joined to learn volleyball and not help them

b) you had your pride, you want to be recognized by your own merits rather than “of course, they are inarizaki’s manager if they weren’t they could have never been this good”

so you still played volleyball but hid from them

there was a gym nearby where constant tournaments were held

you were a ghost because knowing damn well your boys could go there at any moment you decided to take some precautions

like nickname and position was everything they knew about you

your teammates loved you, so they respected your private life, and it was kind of cool

but what you were not expecting is that for some reason, omimi had followed you one day bc you forgot something after practice.

being a friday it meant for some weird reason you always rushed out

“sus” suna says everytime

so he catches you going out to the gym and maybe, he thought, you were just going to workout or see someone

BUT THIS GUYS EYEBALLS ALMOST FALL WHEN HE SEES TOY RUSH AND TAKE OFF YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM SHIRT AND TIE TO FUCKING REVEAL A JERSEY WUTH A #3 on it

bye you broke him

and so he tries to process it normally

key word: tries

and here we are him being interrogated by the team incredulous to his words.

ay first they interrogated him being overprotective by the fact that he was spending more time with you but when he tells them what he saw god dammit

they loose it when they find out.

and so, tsumu says something that everyone agrees with him for the first time

“let’s go and spy”

“i swear to god if y/n finds out...”

“shut up aran, unless you want to make it obvious and reveal our identity dumbass!”

“tsumu, the disguises are awful”

“come on kita not you too!”

“what if”

“akagi shut up all of you agreed with the idea”

“osamu you suck”

and so there they go. trying to find you in the sea of people at the entrance, not having a clear view yet, they only search for the navy blue and white uniform that omimi described to them when he saw you.

and then almost as if it was the gods plan, they started hearing whispers of people around mentioning the arrival of one of the most popular teams out there.

“come on what the big deal-” suna started saying, however your figure appeared and he instantly turned into a babbling mess.

as well as the rest of inarizaki vbc.

osamu had to double check to assure himself that it indeed was you, beautiful as ever, walking alongside your hot and apparently talented team.

minutes later, they were standing in the bleachers as quiet as they could. they spotted you.

“A SETTER” atsumu jumped of his seat and had to be scolded by aran who was also surprised by the position you were going to be playing.

“wasn’t expecting that” ginjima talks saying what everyone was currently thinking.

behind them was a couple of guys, who apparently did not know how lower their comments.

“the setter is kinda cute” “wow look at that” oml please even aran who was the voice of reason had the urge to punch them in the face.

still they decided to just focus on your game who has now been started. and even tho they wanted to not do it, they couldn’t help analyzing you and your moves in the court. it was natural, well because they were players and very good ones it’s inevitable for them to compare and to study the way you played more than anything.

they were not expecting you to be this good. almost everything in your technique was polished, your tema work was remarkable and god bless your ability to read the blockers.

but there was a moment when they just saw the panoramic view of your skills. atsumu could see your tired expression, the sweat on your body, he just knew you were feeling now the adrenaline of the last moments of the set.

still you yelled a “we will take it” and then, with the others team hope hanging on a thread, the ball came to your libero, which perfectly passed the ball to you.

there was greed in your eyes, so scary that kita for a moment feared for the other team.

and it was when you did the setter dump that your whole team stood up in pure shock.

who were you and why were you hiding?

sadly the boys screamed way too loud which lead to you, after you made the last point and give the history to your tema, lifted up your gaze and saw a bunch of idiots wearing hats and everything in between.

suna and tsumu ran the fastest in the team directly to the gate, and the with a bunch of losers behind them,

because after everything you were there arms crossed and a murderous look in your eyes.

“IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE Y/N” “osamu shut up!”

they, once you made sure to pinch each and everyone’s ears, starred bombarding questions on how did you managed to learned that and why you did ikr tell them

“come on guys, in school i’m already looked down at just because it’s you! so could you imagine me being a inarizaki student trying to move without your name?”

kita forced them to shut up and aran felt a a kind of guilt

as week as everyone else

“don’t worry y/n, we know now what it’s like to not being your own author.”

and so, they just told you how proud they were.

“maybe we are jerks but y/n we are your jerks, and over there or respect to you has just grown up”

suna the says “you’ve been there all of the time for a while now, i guess it out time to return the favor”

and so ever since then they alwaaaaays try to be at your games

like pls once the referee said one of your serves was out and from the bleachers he screaaaaaaamed, he claims that it was definitely in

kita always gives you some food after a game or practice

talking about practice

even if you are there for being a manager they always try to, at least half an hour before ending practice, they have a quick game with you playing alongside them or just including you in their repeats etc

and goooood bless once again anyone who tried to look down at you.

because after being constantly on you games ofc people started recognizing them as the inarizaki power house

if they heard someone relying your talent on them pls make sure they five them the coldest look ever

like ‘nah bro i dare you to say that one more time’

*knive eyes*

and

even some girls attend your games trying to flirt with them

you know what they do?

they brush them off and say “sorry, my type is y/n” suna says and the are 😳

pretty much everyone does this

come on even aran

inarizaki best boys 🥺🥺🥺

[chateautae]

maybe i do | kth. II

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 10k

➵ warnings : none really, swearing, mainly fluffy and funny interactions, some angst! :o 

➵ a/n: and i’m back with chapter two! i really wanted to say thank you for the love and support i received on the first part of maybe i do, it was astounding!! i’m so grateful so many people loved the story and asked to be tagged (all at the bottom <3), it made me feel so motivated to write. if you would also like to be tagged please message me. your feedback is always appreciated! 

chapter two : “on my pillow, can’t get me tired” 

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Taehyung didn’t remember sleeping anywhere near you last night. 

He remembered that even though you willingly agreed to share the same bed, he still opted for caution and slept with the most space between you two as possible.

Though when his eyes fluttered open the next morning, eyeballs burning from the light that bled into the suite, the first thing he realized was that he was not on his side of the bed from last night. 

No, he had somehow gravitated towards the center, and as if almost on cue, your slight movement and the sound of your breathing alerted him of your nearby presence. 

Peering down at you, Taehyung caught sight of your sleepy head turned towards him and lying on his arm, his other thrown over your torso with you unsuspectingly nuzzled into his side.

Taehyung’s eyes shot open, acknowledging he had succumbed to his habit of hugging something to sleep during the course of the night and he internally panicked. He began retracting his arms slowly, just about drawing himself from you until alarms rang in his head at the sight of you stirring in your sleep. 

Taehyung took the golden opportunity to sit up in a flash, having to physically shake his head to rid the image of your tranquil, sleeping face from his brain, crushing the thought that it was kind of cute.

He found himself chanting the same denial from last night, he couldn’t be thinking of such complicated things concerning you when he knew the second he’d step foot inside his home, there’d be a mountain of paperwork ready for him; even more on his work desk.

He had to be thinking about his job, not you.  

Even if Taehyung was married now, it wouldn’t lessen the amount of work that plagued his life nor make it any less demanding. If anything, his life would be harder now considering the fact that he had another priority to add to his list, another aspect of his life he had to split his attention between. 

He didn’t necessarily hate the idea, just found himself needing to work harder than he already was. 

Taehyung sighed heavily at the thought and swung his legs off the bed, rubbing his tired eyes. He took a moment to look back at you, thinking if he observed you a second time he’d be able to piece together how the hell you two ended up in that position, that close. 

By evidence of the forgotten blanket half-thrown off you, he could see you were the tossing-and-turning type, maybe the only explanation for your proximity considering he was the same. 

He also noticed you slept all curled up, like you were cold and the only warmth you knew was snuggling yourself.

Cute.

There it was again, cute. 

Why does that word even exist? 

Taehyung discarded the notion altogether and stood to his feet, stretching out his stiff muscles. He made for the bathroom eagerly to begin his day, though not without fixing at least some of the blanket back onto you. 

“You don’t have a driver?” 

“Not for everywhere I go. I have two hands, I can drive myself.” Taehyung made it a statement to jazz hands at you, showcasing the perfectly capable limbs he was gifted with.

“That’s.. nice, actually. I always see asshole CEO’s getting other people to drive them around.” You relayed as you trailed behind Taehyung, letting him lead you towards the front of the hotel where dozens of expensive cars lined the curb side.

You had no clue which luxury vehicle belonged to Taehyung because quite frankly, he could probably afford every car your eyes caught sight of. It wasn’t until he approached a certain one and retrieved his keys from the valet that your jaw completely dropped, floored.

“This is your car?” You gawked, the sleek design, crispness of its shape and nearly sparkling gloss completely sweeping you off your feet.

“Yeah, think someone like me can’t get a car like this?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, gesturing towards himself.   

“It’s just-wow. Mercedes CLS?” You inquired without really looking at him, inspecting the car instead as you admired its every curve. Safe to say, you were beyond in love with it. Even if you were always more of a minimalist and preferred the average product, there was just something gorgeous about luxury cars that appealed to you.

“Yeah, actually it is.” Taehyung looked at you impressed, momentarily reminded of just how different you were compared to any other woman he’s chanced upon. 

How many of them knew car models?

Taehyung was intrigued by the fact before speaking with one of the hotel workers, confirming if they had loaded his car with both your luggage and some wedding sentiments your parents insisted you keep. 

Once receiving affirmation Taehyung made towards your side of the car and pulled the door open. He flashed you a tight-lipped smile as he gestured for you to hop in, drawing you out of your stupor. You thanked him warmly before sliding into your seat. 

He let you scramble in comfortably before shutting the door and walking to his side, positioning himself in and clicking on his seatbelt. He watched as your expression lit up once occupying the car, face beaming with excitement as you touched and drank in at the high-end features the vehicle had to offer. Taehyung found himself smiling before he licked his lips and straightened his face, igniting the engine and beginning the smooth drive. 

It was easy to settle the debate on where you both would be living. Taehyung was an enormously rich CEO who lived in an expensive, massive home while you lived in a measly apartment. You knew it was useless to live separately, even more useless to have him live with you. And so you agreed without protest to pack your things and relocate, begin your move into the house you’d share with him for a lifetime. 

The car ride remained quite silent, you mindlessly bopping your head to whatever mainstream song played on the radio, while Taehyung tapped his fingers against the steering wheel or his lap. 

You found your eyes wandering to his slender fingers wrapped around the wheel every so often, sometimes venturing to the other one he placed against his thigh. You began reprimanding yourself once you realized with all the staring, observing and ogling, you most certainly had a thing for his hands already. 

Fuck. 

They were just so big, bigger than what you’ve seen of the average man and it didn’t help that they looked crafted to perfection. 

There was just something about the veins that decorated them, his palm large in size as his fingers seemed deft turning and working the steering wheel. His little accessories like a ring or two, bracelets and his watch did absolutely nothing to deter your interest either.

It only increased once you realized he looked good driving, really good. You knew men had this common attractiveness to them when they drove, watching them all focused and effortlessly working the car somehow sexy; but watching Taehyung drive was another experience entirely. 

He looked insanely hot, and you felt like throwing yourself out your window for even thinking such a thing. It was another case of you ogling him without realizing until his deep voice suddenly fished you out of your thoughts, questioning. “Did you like the wedding?” 

“Huh?” 

“The wedding, did you like it?” Taehyung repeated, glancing at you. 

“Does it really matter if I did?” You asked, this one phrase seeming to perfectly sum up the misfortune of your life, provoking an ironic laugh even. 

“I think it does. A bride should always enjoy her wedding.” 

“Well, I didn’t.” You deadpanned, your expression turning frustrated having to remember that one of, if not the most special night of your life had just been robbed of you, thrown to the wolves while you were only left to accept the sad fact. 

“C’mon, you didn’t enjoy a single thing?” Taehyung didn’t mean to flash back to the kiss you two shared, though found himself doing exactly so. 

You didn’t enjoy that? he questioned in his head. 

“Not really, I just imagined having more choice in the wedding.” You answered honestly, trying not to sulk so much. “It’s not you, I just... thought I’d be able to decide things at my own wedding. I’m grateful your parents did so much, but I didn’t really get to choose anything.” You grew more solemn as your gaze fixated on nothing, watching the world pass you by through the car window. 

“My favourite flowers weren’t even there.” You said only despondently to yourself, shoulders drooping, though Taehyung didn’t miss it. 

“You don’t like roses?”

Your eyes flashed towards him with furrowed eyebrows, surprised he heard your comment. You straightened up before shrugging back a response. “I like peonies.” 

Taehyung looked at your side profile as you turned away, finding the conversation turning more sorrowful than he liked. He allowed some silence to linger as you leaned your chin against your palm, boringly watching the bustling streets.  

He decided to change the subject.

“So you don’t think I’m an asshole, huh?” 

“What?”

“You said you always see ‘asshole CEO’s’ getting people to drive them around. But I don’t, so I’m not an asshole to you?” Taehyung halved his attention between you and the road, glancing in your direction with one hand working the steering wheel.

You thought the question over, “No, you’re not an asshole.” You said simply, distracted by the thoughts that previously occupied your mind. 

“I see.” Taehyung pursed his lips. Another beat of silence passed through the downcast air before Taehyung perked up again.

“Is it just the driving? Or do you have other criteria?” Taehyung asked inquisitively, leaning back into his seat as he observed you. 

You could detect from the corner of your eyes the way his stance drew attention to his legs, thighs broad as he sat. “I guess there is.” 

“Like what?”

You didn’t really know why Taehyung was so curious. You thought it was common knowledge what the stereotypical asshole CEO was like; they were nearly all jerks with horrible one-percenter mentalities and treated people like gravel.  

You scoffed a bit. “They’re usually so full of themselves. They act like they own the place all the time, which makes sense at their own companies but not everywhere else. It’s like the position gets to their heads. Even the way they talk is condescending, belittling, or straight up rude to anyone not on their level. It wouldn’t kill to be nice.” You revealed almost too eagerly, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung as you viewed the traffic on the road ahead, remembering he was a CEO himself. 

Long story short, you’ve had your fair share of experiences meeting them as you grew up during the beginnings of your father’s company. They were quick to skew your opinion ever since you watched the way they treated your father all due to having a start-up, for simply being small in name or reputation. They acted like he was less than, some even daring to behave as though his company would simply never make it. 

It always boiled your blood, left an extremely distasteful image of CEOs and the business world in your head. 

And you were certain it all sucked after that. 

“Understandable.” Taehyung nodded agreeably. “But you think I don’t fit any of that?” He rested a hand against his thigh, sitting laxed as he spread his legs apart further. This time it was definitely hard to miss the way they appeared, all laid out and long as your eyes drank him in, following up his thighs all the way to his-

“You don’t. I thought maybe since you’re super successful you’d be full of yourself. But you’re not, really.” You snapped yourself out of whatever the hell you were doing, trying to refocus on the conversation.

“Ah, seems like a stepping stone.” 

“Stepping stone? Towards what?”

“Towards you not hating me.” His voice came out with a more solemn timbre than you expected, his jaw tightening for a mere second. 

Taehyung only thought such a thing because even if he decided you didn’t harbour negative feelings towards him, there was no way of him determining whether that was true or not without your real input. 

“I don’t hate you, Taehyung. I don’t.. think I can.” You claimed with poignancy, his statement causing you to reflect on your own feelings about him. 

You don’t hate Taehyung, you couldn’t because he did absolutely nothing wrong in this situation. He was dragged in just like you were. You only despised the unfairness of the arrangement, not him. 

There wasn’t much to hate about him.  

“So you’re saying you like me then, aren’t you?” Taehyung suddenly teased light-heartedly, all smug as his amused eyes flickered to you. 

“Shut up, I never said that.” You turned away, scandalized by his remark. 

“I’m kidding. But, why do you think you can’t hate me? I pretty much.. ruined your life.” Taehyung internally felt his chest tighten at the words, remembering the exact thoughts from where he stood no less than 24 hours ago, seconds from lawfully marrying you. 

“And I didn’t ruin yours?” This time you turned your gaze towards Taehyung, meaningfully. Your eyes instinctively communicated your emotions as they locked with his for a moment, Taehyung all attentive. 

“I took away from you just as much you took away from me. We both ruined each other’s lives, there’s no use in blaming each other. That’s why I can’t hate you.” You finalized, crossing your arms and opting to watch the passing buildings through your window again. 

Taehyung absorbed your sudden confession with reason, realizing that in a sense, you two were partners in this unfortunate case. Even if your matrimony constituted a forced partnership neither of you liked, there seemed to be a natural comradery in having to deal with the aftermath of that forced partnership. 

Trying to accept it. 

“I don’t think I can hate you, either.” Taehyung admitted, ending the more miserable part of the conversation as you fell silent. You thought he was done until he decided to bother you again. 

“I think you’re still saying you like me, though.” 

You turned to him half-appalled before pointing towards the road, eyes narrowed. “Just drive us home, will you?” 

Taehyung laughed at the moment and pressed down on the accelerator, internally grinning at the fact you never said no to his statement. 

“This is your house?” You found yourself gawking again at something that belonged to Taehyung, stepping inside a luxury home you’ve only ever dreamed of living in. Sure, you lived with your parents until you were 18, though your father was still starting out with his company for most of those years, not exactly owning anything too luxurious until after you permanently moved out.

So as you stood trying to prop your heels off yourself, your jaw dropped at the sheer elegance and high-status look to the interior of Taehyung’s home. You had already done enough gawking at the exterior, but being inside and processing the fact that you were now to inhabit this home for the rest of your life sent another wave of shock. 

You immediately observed Taehyung was the type who decorated his home with only the finest, his taste easily identifiable. Aesthetic, lavish, charming. He seemed like a man of utter simplicity though his home said otherwise, showcasing an artistic, exquisite feel you never really expected from him. 

“When will you stop saying that?” He titled his head and smiled through a laugh, removing his shoes and slipping into his indoor slippers. 

“Right, sorry.” You were still struggling for normalcy, somehow forgetting almost every hour Taehyung’s wealth and only registering it once you saw something that indicated it. 

Taehyung sauntered inside and took a deep breath, enjoying the feel of his abode. He enjoyed nothing more than being home, in the comfort of his own space. Especially for someone who worked so busily, he found pleasure in doing the bare minimum at home. Relishing in the feeling right now, he pressed his lips together in a smile before glancing back at your struggling figure, catching sight of your size. 

His eyebrows shot up to the sky. “Woah, you’re short.” 

“Huh?” 

“I think I’ve only ever seen you in heels.” Taehyung informed. “Now that you’re not wearing them you’re a lot shorter than I thought. You’re tiny.” He pointed out as he eyed you from head to toe, processing the amount of height you lost simply from removing your shoes. 

“I mean, that’s kind of what heels do, you know, they add height.” You deadpanned, stating the obvious for him. 

“Sorry, it’s just..” Kind of cute, he thought, though fought for another response. “I could probably throw you.” 

Nice save. 

“Excuse me? It’s not my fault you’re so tall.” You scowled at him. “Besides, you’re all height and no muscle, you probably can’t even carry me.” 

“Wanna see me try?” Taehyung was already coming towards you with his arms held out and you sputtered immediately, “No, no, no.” you held your hands up defensively. “Let’s just start the house tour, yeah?” you offered a smile for compromise. 

“That’s what I thought.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes coyly and turned on his heel, signaling you to follow him. 

What you realized strolling through the home as Taehyung discussed its details was that it emphatically represented him like an open book. Even if Taehyung was predominantly unreadable and seemed to always hide a mystery behind his eyes, you could see nearly all of him reflected in his home. 

You often found valuable trinkets or sentiments scattered around the house. It seemed like he cherished a lot of things in his life, namely memories or people. It would also be hard to miss the exquisite selection of paintings and embellishments he draped the walls with, all harbouring their own charm and adding to the overall artistic feel of his home. 

There were famous works consisting of Vincent Van Gogh all the way to local Korean artists you’ve never heard of, though admired their work. 

It seemed as though he selected the paintings himself. 

Another large aspect you couldn’t miss were the many photos he kept, calling to question whether they were of his own work. 

“Did you take these?” You approached a shelf in one of his grand hallways on the second floor, hand brushing the wooden frame of a captured photo; six men including Taehyung himself posing comfortably, like they were extremely close, backdrop reflecting what seemed to be a trip.  

“I took all of them.” He stated casually, hands tucked into his pockets as he eyed the shelf along with you. 

“All?” 

He simply nodded and didn’t elaborate further as he watched you admire the photos, yourself impressed by his adeptness for photography. 

“You’re really good.” You complimented absentmindedly, enjoying the other photos of not only people but scenery, empty streets, candid shots from what looked to be his own little adventures. 

“Thanks.” Was all Taehyung could manage, trying to mask the sheer gratitude he felt hearing the first ever person to admire his work; something that wasn’t related to being a CEO or a businessman. 

He also felt slightly embarrassed you’d seen a small part of him he usually hid.

Taehyung continued walking down the hallway until he reached the end, revealing what you could tell was the largest room in the house. You were thrown off by just how unnecessarily large it was. It seriously reminded you of an extravagant hotel suite, more like the grandest one among them. 

“This is our room.” Taehyung introduced, gesturing towards its interior. 

“Our?” 

Taehyung nodded “I should’ve told you earlier but I wanted us to sleep in the same room. If we slept apart our marriage wouldn’t look convincing to my two housekeepers. I trust them but I don’t want any information about us getting out to the public, not over my dead body.” Taehyung stated in earnest as he relayed the information, wandering further into the room. 

“You really care that much about publicity?” you genuinely questioned. 

Taehyung scoffed. “Not me, I couldn’t care less about what people think.” He denied instantly, almost laughably. “It’s my father. He hates bad press, especially concerning our family or the company.” 

“I thought bad press is still press, so it’s good.” You suggested as you followed him further into the room, admiring that though large, his room held a sense of comfort to it. Quite frankly, all of his home felt rather welcoming and cozy, surprising of a CEO who ran such a monstrously successful company.

“My father doesn’t think so. Kim Enterprises has always been generational, each of our CEO positions strictly kept within the family. Our name is our brand and pride, it alone accounts for at least half of our success. We’re extremely well-known for our high status, it’s just plain fact in the upper social circles of Korea. We can’t afford to taint our name with petty things like bad press or corruption, our reputation is too valuable.” Taehyung stated this all nonchalantly as he adjusted his suit jacket in his mirror, like it was something he’s grown accustomed to and has known all his life. 

You found your opinion impeding his words.  

“So you can never just, escape this life? As long as you’re a Kim you’re bound to this company?” You found the concept wildly restrictive, clearly shackling down any person that would run the business and you felt a disagreeing shiver shoot through your spine. 

“Of course, why would you want anything else?” Taehyung tiled his head to the side, eyeing you in genuine questioning and your entire being was trying to bite back the desire to correct him, tell him there’s so much more to life than just some company your family owns. Though you opted for changing the subject instead, unwilling to step on his toes and dictate his life when you knew next to nothing about it. 

It wasn’t your place. 

“Woah, you have a balcony?!” You exclaimed with a simper, eyes flickering towards the curtains that revealed two ajar French doors leading to an open space.

You made towards it excitedly and stopped just in the middle of the platform, enjoying the breeze of the fresh air.

“It’s my favourite part of the house.” You didn’t even realize Taehyung followed you until his towering figure stood directly behind you, feeling his proximity permeate through your body. 

You swallowed. 

“Why don’t you look at the view?” Taehyung cocked his head towards the railing of the balcony, though you didn’t move a step. 

You weren’t about to tell Taehyung you’re terribly afraid of heights.

“I-I can see from here. Wow, looks beautiful.” You perked up superficially, trying to throw him off and changing the subject again. “By the way, what’s our closet situation gonna look like?” 

“Ah, let me show you.” Taehyung strided back into the room towards the sliding double doors you spotted earlier. He almost theatrically glided both dark wooden panels open and your jaw dropped for the 47th time today. 

You were welcomed by a ridiculously large walk-in closet, enough to be renovated into its own bedroom. You simply couldn’t normalize its size, especially after registering every suit, tie, watch or accessory Taehyung stored in the gracious space. 

You couldn’t even begin to imagine how much money lied in here. 

“Oh my God.” Was all you could manage, meandering in sparingly as you viewed each and every expensive piece he owned in the room, no doubt of the highest quality designers, finest of men’s fashion. 

“You don’t have to worry about unpacking and moving in here, the housekeepers will do that for you.” Taehyung watched as you looked upon in awe, finding the way your eyes sparkled with emotion very similar to that of Bambi’s.  

“How will I fit-”

“I specifically made space for you, there’s enough.” Taehyung stated, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He’d resolved a while ago he really would try to take this marriage seriously, victoriously achieve the work-life balance his father kept preaching. 

He saw giving up his closet space as the first step. 

It was indeed so because Taehyung thoroughly enjoyed fashion. He genuinely adored every suit, accessory and outfit in his collection, though if he wanted to reach this new goal of balance, successfully add you to his list of priorities, then he had to be willing to cut down. 

Even if that meant reallocating a third of his exorbitant wardrobe just for you, he’d try not to mind. 

“Are you sure? I could just use another room’s-” 

“I want to.” Taehyung finalized as his eyes turned unreadable from across the room, locking his gaze with yours and you were only left to look back impressed, his generosity unforeseen. 

“Thank you.” You voiced a little weak, still shy by the suffocating nature of his stare. 

“Don’t mention it.” He offered plainly, propping himself off the wall. He looked off to the side eyeing the empty pockets of space he left for you, until your voice called out to him.  

“Taehyung.”

“Hm?” He snapped his vision back to you. 

You wanted to ask him something, more so a favour and you were unsure how to word the request. “Um.. I didn’t want to ask so openly, but..” You found yourself beating around the bush, timid of what his response would be. 

“Go on.” 

“Um, so it seemed like there were a lot of empty rooms in this house, and I was just wondering if I could maybe.. transform one of them into an art studio for myself?” You winced at your own request. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just I had one at my old place and it really grew on me. I would get most of my work done in that room and gained a lot of inspiration from it. I have a lot of art supplies and designed often in that studio, so I need a home for all my supplies and it would suck getting rid of it all. I’m sorry it means I would have to steal one of your rooms in the house, if you don’t want me to then-” 

Taehyung couldn’t help but break out into a small grin as he watched you ramble on, shyly fidget with your fingers, so apprehensive of asking him for something and it reminded him why he was so eager to provide you with anything you wanted. 

You spent too long trying to do everything on your own, achieve everything on your own, relying solely on yourself. Taehyung could see this all as plain as day, quite enjoying of how he’s never really met someone like you, and wanted you to know you didn’t always have to be so independent.  

Especially with him. 

“Y/N.” He called out to you with the same honey-coloured tone from last night, stopping you. Your eyes flickered to his, awaiting his next sentence and Taehyung already found himself having a thing for your doe-eyes. 

Fuck. 

“Of course you can have a room. You can have anything in this house. It’s yours.” Taehyung stated with a degree of assurance, his eyes locking with yours in earnest. 

You both shared a look as your lips curved into a gracious smile, biting your lip to contain it. His stare wasn’t so much intimidating as it was merely.. calm. Gazing at you for the sole purpose of gazing, and you found some heat rushing to your face under his scrutiny. 

Taehyung seemed to realize he was staring and immediately cleared his throat, turning a little nervous as he began another conversation. “So um, I’m sorry to say this,” he began with unease, almost apprehensive and you didn’t know what he was so sorry about. “But I have work today.” 

You blinked. “What?” 

Taehyung internally winced at your reaction, hands finding his pockets. “I took some time off for the wedding, so now I have twice the amount of work left behind. I need to complete it.” He informed straightforwardly. 

“Our wedding was just yesterday, though, aren’t you tired?” You were only taken aback because you were slightly concerned for his wellbeing, wasn’t he tired from yesterday? You recalled him knocking out almost immediately upon hitting the pillow of your hotel bed last night, snoozing away. 

“Maybe, but I can’t afford to rest. I’ll only have more to complete if I do, so I won’t be spending anymore time with you today.” Taehyung relayed the information, readying himself for the even greater disappointing news he’d be passing on. 

“Actually, we won’t be able to go on our honeymoon, either.” Taehyung thought it was best to slip in all the bad news, growing more and more unrelaxed as he was unsure of how you’d react. 

Though what you said next had him nearly floored.

“Honeymoon? Taehyung, that’s the least of my concerns, you should at least rest a day before getting back to work. That’s not really healthy.” You chastised him as lightly as possible, still afraid to be stepping on his toes when you didn’t know his life. 

Taehyung was certain you’d hate having been stripped of a beautiful vacation where you could’ve relaxed in the sun and tropics of Cancun. Your father had mentioned to him you’ve always longed to visit the breath-taking city in Mexico, its clear waters and tropical air as a means to truly get away from your stifling life. 

So when he found you disregarding the trip altogether and instead focusing on him, more precisely his health, he was left damn well speechless. 

There you were again paying attention to the littlest things about him he didn’t care much for; he still had that bandage you offered him a month ago tucked into one of his pockets, not wanting to use the adhesive just yet. 

“I’ll be fine. I’m just sorry we can’t go on the vacation because of me, it would’ve been nice, you know?” Taehyung apologized, feeling genuinely guilty for having ruined the honeymoon. Even if you two weren’t going to travel as some lovey-dovey couple, you both simply could’ve enjoyed the time off.

“It’s okay, just, at least work from home today. Heading to the office would be too much.” You suggested for the sake of the fatigue you could discern on him. 

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m gonna be home for the next few days since everyone thinks we’ll be on our honeymoon.” 

“Oh. That’s.. good.” You nodded faintly, half at the idea you two were even faking your honeymoon and half at the blasphemous energy he had to work after yesterday. 

The sleep from last night was nearly not enough to recharge from the antics of the wedding, having drained your batteries for the next few days. You were certain his were drained too; he was half the damn couple. 

“I should get going. I’ll send Mrs. Choi and Seo up with your things. They’re probably finished with lunch too, you should eat.” Taehyung advised as he stepped out of the walk-in closet, running a hand through his gorgeous hair and you couldn’t help but ogle at the sexy way his strands fell back on him. 

“Okay.” You voiced as you followed him out, watching him near the room’s door and just about to vacate the premise before you spoke up. “Taehyung.” 

He stopped in his tracks, peering back at you. “Yes?” 

“You should eat something, too.”

Taehyung half-smiled at you with a nod “Sure”, before stepping out of the room, leaving you alone. 

And you couldn’t help but kind of like the way he smiles. 

It was well into the evening now, bordering dinner time as you helped the last of your clothes into Taehyung’s closet, refusing to let the older housekeepers do all the work by themselves considering it was your own luggage. 

You also tried to occupy Taehyung’s room as scarcely as you could with your belongings, feeling odd about suddenly moving in with all your might and changing things around. It just didn’t feel appropriate, like you were invading his space and so you opted for scattering only your necessary items.

“That should be the last of it, Mrs. Choi.” You retrieved your last piece of clothing from the rather soft-spoken housekeeper, tucking the blazer away among the rest. You were satisfied to see not only your wardrobe neatly organized now, but fit just about right with Taehyung’s things. 

He was right about space, there was enough.

“Mrs. Kim, please rest. You didn't have to move a muscle at all for us.” Mrs. Choi remarked, genuinely concerned for you. 

“Yes, please, Mrs. Kim. We can finish up with the little things. I’ve just finished preparing dinner downstairs, you should eat.” Mrs. Seo chimed in as she entered the walk-in closet, gesturing towards the door. 

“Are you sure? I can-”

“Mrs. Kim, you’re very kind for offering your help, we’re very grateful you’ve done so. Though we are Mr. Kim’s housekeepers, we are meant to care for his home and his lovely wife. You need not worry about helping us.” Mrs. Choi stated with an earnest tone, speaking respectfully as she addressed you. 

You were going to protest again before you considered her words, registering that if you indeed helped them, it would technically negate the entire purpose of their work. 

You bit back your reply as a result, crafting a new one. 

“I see, I’m sorry, Mrs. Seo, Mrs. Choi. I’m just.. very used to doing things on my own,” you looked towards the ground. “I apologize.” You almost dipped for a bow until Mrs. Choi rapidly cautioned you, scrambling towards your figure. 

“Oh dear, Mrs. Kim! You do not need to bow to us, you’re Mr. Kim’s wife, you are the one who is bowed to.” 

“Yes, you do not need to apologize either, we appreciate your help, it was very sweet of you.” Mrs. Seo added with a warm smile, bowing to you instead. “Please go for dinner downstairs, I’ve also informed Mr. Kim for dinner, though I’m unsure if he has made his way down yet.” She added on, urging you towards the room's exit and you recognized it was probably better to listen to her. 

Even if all this high-class, status stuff had yet to sink in or make sense to you after being away for so long, you understood there was an eventual tolerance you had to build for it. Just as Mrs. Choi said, you’re Kim Taehyung’s wife now, and that came with a hell lot of status you hadn’t even scratched the surface of yet.

You could already tell it was going to be a pain in the ass. 

“I suppose I should. I’ll get going, then.” You smiled graciously at both women, appreciative of their kindness and began vacating the closet. You just about pulled the room door open before Mrs. Seo suddenly came to you.

“Oh! Mrs. Kim,” she halted you. “I was informed by Mr. Kim to provide this to you. He would have done so himself though he’s quite busy at the moment.” Mrs. Seo extended her hand and presented a pristine looking card, black and incredibly sleek in design. Your eyebrows furrowed until you noticed the telltale symbols, almost ominously minimal branding indicating a rare card only those with some of the highest networths in Korea could own. 

Your eyes widened in horror. 

The Black Card. 

“P-pardon?” You needed her to reiterate, there was no way Kim Taehyung was giving you a black card, the same card that was limitless on credit and only exclusively owned by the affluent one-percenters of society. 

“He’s informed me this belongs to you now, and that you’re to keep it in your possession.” Mrs. Seo elaborated, smiling through the mental whiplash you were currently experiencing.  

“Belongs to.. me? This is mine?” You were still having trouble processing, why would Taehyung be gifting you this? Who’s account was it even attached to? Was it yours and he’s decided to graciously pay all the expensive fees, or worse, was it joined with his own account? 

Don’t tell me it’s joined with his account.  

“Yes, Mrs. Kim. It’s yours.” Mrs. Seo held it out more outwardly, nudging it in your direction. 

Your mouth fell agape for another second before you mentally collected yourself, quickly grabbing the card and thanking her as you made your exit, marching through the house for Taehyung’s unbelievable ass. 

Taehyung could not be providing you with this card. It was irrational, simply had to have been a decision he made with at least two bottles of soju in him, right? You didn’t care what his reasoning would be, you were denying and returning this. There was no way in hell you’d accept this card, especially if he linked his own personal account to it. 

You tried loosely recalling where Taehyung mentioned his study, logically assuming he was working there. You inspected majority of the second floor, working your way through the halls until you finally caught sight of the familiar wooden doors with glass panels, slightly ajar, light bleeding through.

You made for the room quickly and stormed in without a care, attempting to steady your breathing from all the rushing around. You caught Taehyung completely off guard, having shredded his suit jacket to instead sport the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt, adorning black-rimmed, designer glasses. 

He looked 100x hotter than he should’ve. 

Taehyung suddenly propped up from the leaned-back position he’d assumed on his chair, expression caught by surprise. “Y/N?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowing. 

You held up the card and addressed him immediately. “Taehyung, what’s this? Why are you giving this to me?” You huffed, looking at him incredulously. 

“The card? For you to use..?” Taehyung responded cooperatively, confused as to why you seemed so frazzled. 

“But why, Taehyung? This is a black card, the annual fees on this are insane and I can’t pay-” 

“You’re not paying for them, I am.” Taehyung cut in, shutting the binder he was holding and placing it on his desk. 

“What? No, no way. If it’s my account then I should be the one-”

“It’s not your account, either, it’s mine.” Taehyung brought his elbows to his desk, hands clasped together in front of his lips. It was now he gave you that same intimidating stare he did back when you first met him, calculative and devoid of expression. 

It seemed he did this when he got serious. 

“Your account? But-Taehyung, this is your money, I can’t just have it. Please, take this back.” You stepped towards his desk to return the card eagerly, but Taehyung’s firm tone stopped you. 

“No, it’s yours. I gave it to you to keep.” His words held this underlying sense of authority, scratch that, dominance when he spoke seriously, resolute. You could instantly tell he possessed a natural sense of alpha male characteristics, enough that even though he wasn’t being harsh or looming, his words and the tone he coated them with held more power than you could manifest. 

You almost cowered, but remained adamant on returning the card. It was worse with the card attached to his account, you couldn’t just keep Taehyung’s money like it was your own, it simply wasn’t. Your money sat ordinarily in a separate account on a separate card, which you were happy enough to use. You weren’t going to mooch off of him, it went against every principle that made up your very being. 

“This is your money, Taehyung. I have no right to use it.” 

“You’re my wife. You have every right in the world to use it.” Taehyung countered with no emotion, or at least any you could discern, uncertain what was running through his mind with only his eyes as a guide towards the answer. 

And you knew his eyes didn’t tell. 

“Taehyung, this doesn’t feel right to me. This isn’t my money and I can’t use it.” You emphasized more strongly, drawing closer to his desk though halting your actions once he spoke again. 

“My money is your money, you can always use it.” You knew he was relaxed, appearing practically unbothered as he leaned onto his desk and eyed you. Though with the intense look in his eyes, his aura screaming for anyone within the vicinity to submit to him, he could easily seem frustrated with the situation, namely you. 

And it made you want to crawl into a hole.

“No, it isn’t. I’ve already intruded your home, taken your closet, your room and even an extra one just for myself. I will not take your money either. Please, take this back.” You held out the card more prominently, desperate to have him understand you.

Taehyung wasn’t necessarily frustrated by you, no, he was slightly pissed you kept referring to everything as just his and not yours, that he was the only one considering you two as a married couple now while you still viewed each other separately.

Did you not see him as your husband yet?

He also disliked the fact that you seemed scared of him, or unable to trust him like last night. He could see you fighting back the urge to cower away, genuinely upsetting him you still held a degree of fear and unsureness in your eyes. 

Why are you so afraid of me? 

“Y/N, everything isn’t just mine anymore, it’s yours, too. We’re a married couple, husband and wife. What’s mine is yours.” Taehyung tried to reason, loosening himself up more to seem less intimidating, more approachable.

“But money, Taehyung-it’s different. I didn’t even want to take my own father’s money, there’s no way I’ll take yours, please.” Pleading leaked into your tone as you lips started doing that thing where they just about pout, emphasizing their plushiness and Taehyung couldn’t help but notice it again. 

He started growing frustrated as he removed his glasses, placing them on his desk and pinching the bridge of his nose. It seemed like he was digesting the situation, searching for the best approach.

“Y/N, look. I know the kind of situation you had with your father, but I’m not him. Didn’t you hear what Mrs. Choi and Seo addressed you as?” 

You thought it over, unknowing of where he was taking this. “They.. called me Mrs. Kim.”

“Exactly. Even my last name is yours, everything I have is yours. I’m your husband, I’m always going to provide you with things from now on. That card is just one of many.” Taehyung offered his best explanation, making sure his tone wasn’t as serious to sidetrack any fear you still had.

“I understand. But this is a black card, Taehyung, and it’s your hard-earned money, not mine. It feels wrong even just having it.” You couldn’t fight your inner turmoil, you genuinely believed this to be wrong. After spending almost a decade trying to work for yourself, pay for yourself, seldom seeking the help of another, this just left a disagreeing feeling to churn in your stomach.

Taehyung sighed heavily before pushing his chair back, rising from his seat. He made his way over to you where you grew unintentionally defensive, retracting from him slightly as he neared you. He noticed it and pursed his lips, reaching out for your upper arms and taking them warmly, tenderly, waiting for your eyes to meet his before he spoke to you.

“Y/N, do you remember what I said before I kissed you yesterday?”

Your eyes widened having been reminded of the intimate moment, nodding at him innocently. Taehyung witnessed you trying to avoid eye contact and found himself softening. 

“I didn’t say that without reason. I meant it when I said I would take care of you. Your father is a different story, if you don’t want to use his money, I respect that. But I’m your husband, and I want to be a good one. I want to give you things.. do things for you simply because I want to.” Taehyung reasoned, gripping you lightly. “I want you to use my money, you’re allowed to use it.” He tried voicing with sincerity, earnestly, hoping he could change your mind.

He saw you still hesitating to accept the offer, however, deciding on a compromise.

“Look, you don’t have to use it all the time. You can still use your own card, but you can use mine here and there. Seriously, Y/N, using it won’t even make a dent on me. I’m the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, use it at your discretion.” Taehyung could practically see your gears shifting, searching for your eyes as he wished you’d understand him. 

He saw this as a second step towards work-life balance, only feeling the responsibility and genuine desire to be the good husband in spite of the unfortunate nature of your marriage. He didn’t want any doubt concerning his ability to be a good husband, either.

After all, when Taehyung did something, he always did the best he possibly could.

“Okay, I guess you’re right. But I do have my own money, and I’ll be using that 100x more often than yours.” You relaxed and oddly let him hold you, looking down at the black card that rested in your hand and clutching it to your palm.

Taehyung realized he was still holding you and let go, retiring to fluff his hair instead. You caught a glimpse of his bicep underneath his rolled up sleeve as he did so, and you truly hated you chose a time like this to find him stunningly attractive.

“You should come downstairs, Mrs. Seo prepared dinner.” You ignored your thoughts.

“You go first, I’ll be down in a second.”

You nodded agreeably and turned away, leaving his study. You took a second look at the card in your hand, then glanced around the house as you strolled through it, trying to embed what Taehyung said into the crevices of your resistant thinking.

Everything I have is yours, you reiterated, registering that Taehyung had in fact grown accustomed to the idea of you two as a couple already. He’s accepted it, embraced it, even enforced it now with his earlier declarations and this black card. You automatically felt behind, like you were the tortoise in the race and needed to pick up your pace.

If Taehyung had already come to terms with your marriage, it was only a matter of time before you did as well. Marriage is a two-way street, and if you wanted to make this easier on both yourself and Taehyung, you would compromise with him, accept the true sense of partnership that entailed your status as husband and wife.

Thus was the exact mantra that played in your head as you fiddled with the card, remembering the way his big hands held you.

Warm.

It was night. 

You could say it was like any other ordinary night, though that would be a gargantuan lie. 

This night was the first time Taehyung and yourself were going to sleep in the same bed.

In your own home. 

The hotel suite left you both with your own space and privacy since it was a random, public room with no personality or attachment to it whatsoever, making it easier and comfortable to sleep with him.

So when you emerged from your walk-in closet in a thin camisole, loose pajama shorts and without a bra, you were cursing yourself. God damn you for needing to sleep in minimal clothing for comfort. You’d slept in a loose t-shirt and bottoms at the suite last night since it was a public room, and long story short, it left you tossing and turning more than you liked. 

You had no clue prior to arriving here that you’d be sharing a room with Taehyung. You’d expected to sleep in a different one, in the privacy of your own room where you could prance around as you wished and as a result packed your usual sleepwear. 

But now that you were left having to slumber with Taehyung, clothes on the more revealing side, there was no turning back. 

And what there was truly no turning back from, was when you opened the closet door and your eyes landed on Taehyung’s shirtless, wet self drying his hair after a shower. 

You immediately malfunctioned.

Your eyes fell to his bare back, ruffling his wet hair as his plaid pajama pants hung loosely at his hips. You immediately exclaimed and clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to shut yourself up. 

You did not expect at all for Taehyung to have such honey-coloured skin. It was like it naturally glowed, a healthy tone that made him appear all the more delectable. It certainly didn’t help that his shoulders were broader than you first observed, sincerely an other-worldly experience when he wasn’t wearing clothes. 

You also got an all-access view of his trap muscles, adding to the width of his shoulders overall and when Taehyung turned around to the sound of the closet door opening, gaze locking with yours, you could confirm his neck, chest and collarbones were indeed crafted to perfection.

Taehyung’s eyes widened momentarily drinking you in, not expecting your light sleepwear when just last night he witnessed you in a full pajama set. Not to mention, and he hated that he could tell, but you weren't wearing a bra. 

And the camisole did nothing to hide that. 

Taehyung straightened himself up realizing you two were practically gawking at each other, resting the towel around his neck as he cleared his throat. “That’s what you sleep in?” 

“That’s what you sleep in?” You retorted, arms over your chest. 

“Guys usually sleep shirtless, this is normal.” Taehyung gestured towards his own body and you had half a mind to floor yourself. It’s like Taehyung knew but also didn’t know he was hot, knew the effect he had on people though never grew cocky or proud enough to purposefully parade it around. 

And it frustrated you even more; he was fairly humble about being a sexy Greek God. 

“Girls sleep like this too, this is normal.” You copied him, looking off to the side. 

“I was kidding, I only sleep shirtless sometimes. Just get in bed.” Taehyung narrowed his eyes as he gestured towards the sheets, returning to his palace of a bathroom to toss his towel in the hamper and pull a t-shirt over his head. 

You wanted to move, feet just about ready to carry you but you never abandoned your spot. Instead, you pressed your lips into a thin line contemplating that sharing a bed with Taehyung, in clothes like this and in such proximity, all held a degree of intimacy you didn’t know you two shared yet. 

It’s only been a day. 

So when Taehyung returned to your unmoving figure, arms holding your chest and avoiding eye contact with him, he was quick to get the message. 

“Um.. if you really don’t want to sleep here, I can give you another room.” Taehyung offered, figuring himself this may be too soon. 

“No, it’s okay, that’d be kind of a hassle.” You waved him off. “Besides, your bed looks comfy.”

You were honestly trying to live up to your acceptance that Taehyung was the man you’d spend your life with now, so you’d better start getting use to him. You’d sleep next to him for numerous nights, spend endless days together and share a multitude of things; this would simply just be a first of many first times. 

So you paddled over to the bed and removed the covers to snuggle yourself in, the bed’s coolness sending a shiver through you before you hugged the blanket to yourself. Taehyung stood with a smile before crawling in himself, adjusting the covers to his liking. 

He felt at peace in a matter of seconds, the feeling of his own bed lulling him into a state of slumber already. He reached his arm out to shut off the lamp on his bedside table, leaving the room pitch dark and only his digital clock and balcony as a light source. 

You began to cower a bit in the darkness, thankful for the sheer curtains that allowed the moonlight to spill into the room. 

You felt another shiver run through your body when you shifted, realizing you were cold even under the sheets. You tried warming up on your own by shimmying the blanket around more comfortably, but it didn't do much. 

You were left lying on the bed trying to think warm thoughts, unintentionally breathing in the constant scent of Taehyung from his bed; his cologne, his aftershave, his body wash all filling your nostrils.

It was intoxicating, absolutely distracting and sleep began to slip your mind. It didn’t help that you were still cold too, moving around and turning onto your side where you now faced Taehyung. 

He seemed to have already dozed off, face tranquil as he slept soundlessly on his back. You couldn't help but admire his side-profile, the sparse moonlight illuminating his features. It was hard to not stretch your hand out and nearly run a touch along his cheek, like he was a rare work of art that naturally called for admiration.

You realized turning towards him that he radiated a wave of warmth from his body, remembering boys were pretty much furnaces while girls usually froze.

How wonderful it is to be a woman. 

You desired some of that heat and shuffled just a little closer to Taehyung, nearing the center of the bed. You discerned he was indeed warm and maneuvered slightly closer, just about stopping at the center of the bed. You fought back the urge to shimmy any closer, leaving a mindful gap between you two. 

You were seconds from catching a peace of mind until Taehyung unexpectedly spoke in the silence of the night, startling you. 

“You can come closer, I don’t bite.” The smirk in his voice was obvious, making you scrunch your nose and snap back at him. 

“Shut up, I’m not getting closer to you.” 

“You should, I’m really warm, and I can tell you’re cold.” There he was again teasing, his tone coy as he kept his eyes shut, unbothered. 

“Over my dead body.” You mocked him from earlier, turning away from him abruptly and pulling the covers over your head. 

Coffee was probably your favourite thing life had to offer. One of the couple things you’d fight someone over; coffee and your independence, if you wanted to be specific. 

So it made you genuinely happy Taehyung had such a wide selection of coffee to choose from, ranging from all kinds of beans to instant coffee, cappuccinos, lattes, mochas, you name it. It took no time for you to craft a cup to your liking, shuffle into a seat on the island and begin picking at the breakfast the housekeepers had whipped up earlier this morning. 

You’d woken up early today keeping in mind the day you had planned. You decided this to be another move-in day as part of your studio setup project you’ve entertained for the last week. The granted time off due to your odd honeymoon farce with Taehyung proved to actually come in handy, thankfully. 

It had been another peaceful morning for you, having woken up with sunlight gracing the walls, certain you could hear birds chirping as if you were in a Disney film and little mice would come out to start sewing the gown you’d wear as a princess. 

It had been a peaceful morning indeed, but when you stretched out to loosen your stiff muscles, the chaos that met you was anything but peaceful. Even if it’s occurred at least 5 times now, you kept forgetting that you shared a bed with someone else now, and that said someone had somehow always founds a way to gravitate towards you during the night, even daringly cast an arm over you sometimes. 

It left you in a state of panic registering that Taehyung’s, dare you say warm and cozy body would be just behind you, his chest mere centimeters from your back. You would stay still for some time, calculating the optimal way to remove yourself from his hold until he eventually stirred enough to loosen his grip, darting right out of bed. 

Other times, he’d wake earlier than you and you wondered what would cross his mind once he registered your oddly proximal bodies. 

Did it ever bother him?

Nonetheless, it brought a mischievous smile to your face thinking about the fact that Taehyung had such a perfectly human habit like cuddling. He was always so serious, so put together and a near machine at everything he did, seeming as though he wouldn’t give anything romantic the time of day. 

But it was hard to forget the fluffy feeling that blossomed in your chest when you would sense his proximity, maybe inviting a liking to it. You had always slept alone, only yourself and the darkness to keep you company in your lonely bed, in your lonely home. 

So sleeping next to someone, namely Kim Taehyung left an impression on you you couldn’t quite shake. It was difficult to erase the image of his calm, sleeping face after the handful of times witnessing it. Long eyelashes delicately pressed to the skin under his eyes, lips plush as he seemed to naturally pout in his sleep. The sunlight only accentuated his honey-coloured skin, adding a glow to his features that made him appear prettier than he already was. 

It was nice to think you’d wake up to that every morning. 

You found your mind still playing around with the idea until you snapped yourself out of it, questioning why the hell you always ventured off whenever you thought about him. 

Weird. 

You were scolding yourself until your eyes caught Taehyung strolling into the kitchen with his phone in is hand. He’d foregone a jacket today, black shirt sleeves folded to mid-forearm paired with black slacks.  

You were normal until you almost spat your coffee seeing he wasn’t wearing a tie but instead had the first few buttons of his shirt open, revealing a generous view of his neck and the beginnings of his chest. 

Fucking hell.

You were staring stupidly until Taehyung peeked up at you, smiling “Morning.” 

“M-morning.” you stuttered.

He seemed unsuspecting as he returned his attention to his phone, proceeding to the kitchen counter and retrieving a cup to fix himself a drink. He appeared to be reading something conscientiously on his device, never taking his eyes off and you quickly became bored, ready to use the weapon you’d acquired. 

“So.. you’re a cuddler, huh?”

Taehyung nearly dropped his cup.  

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“You’re a cuddler when you sleep. Cute.” You rested your chin in your palm, playful smile on your face. 

“I think you’re mistaken, I am not a cuddler. And I’m not cute.” Taehyung denied as he only focused on the cup, his back to you. You then watched him reach for his selection of tea and purposefully evade the coffee, your eyes lighting up with mischief.  

“Wait, you’re a cuddler and you drink tea instead of coffee? Very cute.” You pulled on his leg, chuckling as you brought your mug to your lips

This was going to be fun.

“Shut up, I don’t like the taste and tea is healthier.” Taehyung practically sneered back, harshly ripping the packet of his tea bag.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re a cuddler.” You sipped on your coffee, unbothered as you swung your legs back and fourth. 

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you like it.” 

You nearly spat your drink. 

“What?” 

“I remember a certain someone that shuffles closer to me for warmth, no?” Taehyung snapped back as he returned to his phone and popped his tea into the microwave, his shoulders high to the sky. You could imagine his smug face proud of his remark while searching for your own, realizing that Taehyung was damn good at arguing and you’d really have to upgrade your comeback game to counter him. 

He was unfortunately your match.

“Even if I were one, which I’m not, It’s not like I’m committing a crime.” Taehyung suddenly finalized with a snippy tone, and you realized you may have hurt his ego. 

Men. 

“I never said it was a bad thing.” You commented under your breath and looked away, popping a raspberry into your mouth. 

Taehyung bit back a smirk as he retrieved his cup of tea, taking a sip as he returned to his phone and took a seat across from you. He began compiling his plate of breakfast as he worked his device, typing away with one hand as if he was drafting the Magna Carta. 

You became bored again.

“Why do you have so much coffee if you don’t like it?” You genuinely felt like inquiring, if he didn’t like the taste why would he have so much? 

“For my housekeepers, they drink it.” He took a sip of his tea, all attention on his phone. 

You nodded understandingly. “Why do you have two housekeepers, by the way? Isn’t one enough?” 

“So they can keep each other company.” He answered absentmindedly, eyes still glued to his phone as he bit a piece of his toast. You really hated that he wasn’t actively interacting with you because it only left room to stare at him, and that was never any good.  

He looked illegally attractive with the unbuttoned part of his shirt, your mind profusely bugging out over the exposed bit of his chest. You were reminded of the full view from last night, and began pondering how long you’d survive having to see that for the rest of your life. 

“O-oh, that’s nice.” You stuttered back a reply, squashing your previous thought.

You were actually quite impressed by the kindness Taehyung showed behind that decision, noticing he had these small moments where he was caring, considerate, all hidden behind his unreadable face and seriousness when it came to business. 

It was quite interesting. 

You were mindlessly eating until Taehyung spoke up, eyes flickering towards you. “What are you going to do today?” 

You swallowed your fruit. “I was planning on moving more stuff in again, start finishing my studio setup. Thank you again for the room, by the way.” You expressed your gratitude once more, forking some eggs into your mouth. 

“Don’t mention it.” 

“What are you doing today?” you echoed his question, taking another swig of coffee.

“I’m working again. If you need anything I’ll be in my study.” Taehyung sent you a half-smile before snatching up his plate, bringing his phone to his ear as he stepped out of the kitchen. 

You sighed heavily only being left to think about your day, which would be majorly spent unpacking and arranging things. You had a plethora of art supplies, design tools and canvases to set up in your studio, leaving you constantly thinking of how to even begin. 

It would be a mission alone to sort through everything you had left, knowing you didn’t exactly label out of sheer laziness and would have to individually unbox and organize everything . 

It was this exact task that took up most of your day, time having slipped by in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t easy when you had to be rummaging through your belongings and situating them where you thought appropriate, also trying to envision a new look for your studio. 

You hadn’t realized 3 hours had passed until the ring of the front doorbell caused you to check your phone, curious as to who would be visiting your home in the middle of the day. You assumed it be one of the housekeepers and abandoned your work, cascading down the staircase and striding towards the grand entrance. 

You drew towards the monitor Taehyung had showed you just yesterday, explaining it to be your home security system. Taehyung detailed it had a camera for your front porch that detected movement and the doorbell alike, so you peered at the monitor to see the stranger outside your home. 

Your eyebrows furrowed registering a woman, her back turned towards the door as she fidgeted nervously with her purse in her hand. 

Sheer curiosity took you over and you paddled towards the door, unlocking it. You wore a smile on your face as you swung the door open, though it was immediately wiped off taking in the last person on earth you ever wanted to see. 

“Mother?”

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[sevendeadlymorons]

i came with the fluff! what if somehow mc and satan were turned into kids again, like cam u imagine both cuddling in the living room in cute onesies watching a random cartoon surrounded by kids books cause satan insisted he wanted to read!! how would the brothers react to getting home to this scene? (simeon was taking care of them cause the other brothers were in a mission for lord dia)

AHHH aww I love this 😭

Brothers Reaction to MC & Satan Getting Turned Into Children

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Lucifer

Immediately blames Solomon

Walks in on MC and Satan huddled up next to the fire in matching demon onesies with little horns and tail; Satan curled up on MC’s lap reading a book

Shook his head in disappointment, watching Simeon creep away to avoid the drama

Walks over to them, telling his brothers to go get Solomon to help while he sorts you two out

Actually finds you two relatively cute. It’s the quietest Satan has been in decades and it’s oddly peacful. He doesn’t wanna turn either of you back if he’s being honest

The spell apparently wears off in 48 hours so until then, he does his best to take care of you both

Finds himself babying you and Satan and then getting embarrassed when his brothers bring it up

When you two change back, he’s relieved, but he sure does miss spending that extra bit of wholesome quality time with you

Mammon

He couldn’t believe his eyes... MC?! And Satan??!

Watches as Satan plops his head down on your lap and laughs as you play with the little horns on his onesie, hugging his face into your stomach after giving Mammon a sneaky side eye

Immediately rushes over and drags him off you, holding him up to stare at him eye to eye, but putting him down when he did those cute puppy eyes and quivering lip

Lucifer assignes him as your bsbysitter again, so it was his job to make sure you didn’t die, and boy, did he protect you

You never left his sight. When you slept, he held your little hand and if Satan was to join after missing you, he was also in charge of him as well

He couldn’t deny it was a pain in the neck, but you were so cute as a kid so he put up with it until the spell wore off

When it wore off, he was glad, but he honestly missed reading to you and watching you giggle at every little thing he did

Leviathan

What... is that??!

He couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at you and Satan as little kids, huddled up in a massive blanket, reading a book in matching demon onesies

He felt so stressed out when he was told he was going to be the one to look after you two. He didn’t know one thing about looking after children!

After a while tho, he surprisingly turned out to be a pretty good babysitter. He never took his eyes off you and regularly sat you and Satan in his lap while he read manga to you

Kids don’t complain when he rambles on about a new anime he’s been watching so he likes to tell you two all about it. He actually prefers you two this way

He stays by your side when you want to go to bed, wrapping you in all your favourite blankets and pillows and reading you to sleep

When you two turn back, he can’t hide his disappointment honestly, but he’s glad he doesn’t have to babysit anymore and can go back to the privacy of his own room

Asmodeus

He’s never seen something so cute!

Walks in to see you and Satan as little children again, cuddling up to eachother in a massive blanket as Satan reads his book to you

Hearing you laugh made his heart melt and he immediately asked if he could look after you, but unfortunately, you and Satan came as a pair. He honestly didn’t mind though

Enjoyed spending time with you and making you laugh, regularly brushing and tying small bows into yours and Satan’s hair. He also liked to paint your nails if you were willingly to keep still

He loved how kids don’t complain when he dresses them up, putting on little fashion shows every now and then

He wasn’t too sure how to properly take care of kids but when you came running up to him to give him a big hug, he couldn’t deny he wish you’d stay like this

When the two of you changed back, he wished it could’ve lasted longer. He still had more clothes he needed you both to try on

Beelzebub

He was so confused on what he was looking at right now

On the floor sat two little kids in demon onesies, asleep in eachother arms covered by a huge blanket with books scattered everywhere

He soon realised it was you and Satan and his cheeks flushed red at how cute you looked as a child

He offered to be the one to take care of you until you turned back and was actually a pretty good babysitter to the both of you

He made sure you were well fed and happy. He knew exactly how to make you smile and loved when you used him as a giant climbing frame

Beel carries you both around on his shoulders because he knows you both love it, so It wouldn’t be strange for his brothers to be talking to Beel and all of a sudden 2 little kids pop their heads out from behind him

When you turn back, he misses baby you, but he’s glad you’re back to normal again and doesn’t have to constantly monitor you

Belphegor

You’ve gotta be kidding...

Almost walks out the room when he sees you and Satan wrapped up like a burrito in his new blanket, giggling at the book you two were sharing

He was put in charge of the two of you, which he thought was such a hassle, but after a couple hours, he was like a different person

He babied you both a lot and enjoyed playing games with you, taking regular snack breaks with Beel then going straight back to running around the house

The 3 of you took so many naps, huddled together in a little sleeping pile, Belphie’s arms constantly wrapped around you both protectively

He actually never left your sight, holding your hand wherever you went and growling at anyone who touches you

When the spell wore away, he went straight back to his regular sleeping pattern, but he sometimes forgot you and Satan were no longer children when he began to pull you into his arms to form the cuddle pile again

[therenlover]

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs Chapter One (A Three Chapter Helmut Zemo/Reader Fanfic)

(Thank you to the wonderful anon who requested angst and smut between Zemo and the reader because Zemo had to be away from her on the run!)

Synopsis: A year after working together with Zemo in the events of Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Sam and Bucky seek him out once again in need of shelter from John Walker. Meanwhile, Zemo’s wife resents his absence and prepares for guests.

Tags: Flashbacks, Depression, Alcoholism, Separation Anxiety, Arguing, Struggling Marriage, Reunions

Rating: T (E in future chapters)

Warnings: Guns, Swearings, Reader shows signs of alcoholism/alcohol abuse, Reader uses a hot shower as a mild form of self harm

Word Count: 5000~

This fic has been crossposted under the same title to my AO3!

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Helmut Zemo was not often a man backed into a corner.

He was smart, resourceful, and had nothing left to lose. If it came down to the line, he would do whatever had to be done within his morals to achieve his goals, even if that goal was simply staying alive. The Baron bowed to no man, and made his enemies, no matter their size, fall to their knees with sheer wit instead of brute strength. That’s why, when he stood backed into an alley with the barrel of James Barnes’ gun to his forehead as the Falcon watched on, it was strange that he didn’t try to weasel his way out.

“We need answers,” Sam said, hands in the pockets of his dark hoodie. Bucky wore a similar one, only he wore a baseball cap instead of keeping his hood up. “How the hell did you break out of prison for a second time?”

Usually, Zemo would have replied with a clever quip. He had never been one to back down from a fight. This time, though, he looked almost frightened as he raised his arms in defeat. “I got in contact with friends on the outside during our short adventure together. They decided to help me out once I was re-incarcerated, willingly I might add. I had no part in the plan, but who would look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“And I guess I’m just supposed to assume you had no part in getting my pardon revoked?” Bucky spat.

“If you hadn’t noticed, James, I’ve left you alone,” A hint of his usual mockery slipped into Helmut’s tone, but he quickly pulled it back, “Believe what you want about me, but I’ve had some time since last year to… re-evaluate my feelings on the world. You had no choice but to do the things you did as the Winter Soldier, and as long as you pose no threat to society now I have no qualms with you,”

Despite the strangeness of Zemo’s response Bucky remained unphased. Sam, on the other hand, was less stoic.

“Man, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but the government is looking for Bucky and I harder than they’re looking for you, and it’s kind of all your fault, so excuse me for not giving a shit about your supposed sudden change of heart!”

“Can we get to the point? I’m afraid my flight leaves in an hour and I would hate to be late,”

“Cut the bullshit!” There Bucky went, pushing the cold metal closer to Zemo’s furrowed forehead.

“Bucky...” Sam warned.

“No, Sam, I can do this. Did you or did you not actively attempt to get my pardon revoked when you took us to Madripoor? Because thanks to you, a worse symbol than Sam is now standing unchecked with the title of Captain America AND he has access to the last of the new super soldier serum AND he’s trying to get us killed so we can’t tell the world about the awful shit he does,”

“I-” Zemo went to speak and, for the first time since he had met him, Sam believed he was being genuine. There was a tremble that made its way through him, all the way to his raised hands and even his voice. It was enough that Bucky even lowered the gun minutely. “I understood that by following my lead, the both of you were risking a lot. I didn’t intend any specific malice with my actions though, no. If I may… the two of you have attracted a lot of attention here in the past few days. I assume Walker is very close to finding you?”

Sam and Bucky shared a look before Sam responded. “Maybe, why?”

“I have a safe house,” he continued, “I don’t stay there often so the location isn’t compromised, but it’s my next stop. Might I suggest we take this conversation on the road? I would hate to host your reunion with Mr. Walker in an alley over my corpse,”

There was a moment of complete stillness. Zemo remained, face dark with that strange deer-in-headlights look, a perfect statue, as the barrel of Bucky’s gun remained pointed firmly in his direction and Sam shared what seemed to be a completely silent conversation with Bucky. It was true that they had been burned before. Zemo was a man with his own agenda who did what it took to fulfill it. That being said, he had returned willingly with them back to prison before he was broken out, and without his help, the band of freshly minted super soldiers would still be running around Europe causing chaos. In the end, Bucky lowered his gun slowly before tucking it away into his boot holster.

Zemo grinned.

“Don’t think this means we trust you,” Sam groaned, pointing a finger at the man.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Now, gentlemen, I believe we have a plane to catch,”

As the trio began to make their way out of the alley Bucky and Sam fell to the flank of the group. “Do you really think this is a good idea?” Bucky asked, eyes darting between his two companions. Sam shrugged.

“At this point, I’m doing whatever it takes to get home to my family in one piece. If that means I have to ride in Zemo’s stupid private jet again and lay low for a while, then that’s what I’m gonna do, because Sarah and those kids don’t deserve to lose me all over again,”

“But don’t you think he’s acting a little… weird?”

“Don’t worry, I have my eye on him. If he tries anything we can just throw him out front when Walker tries to shoot us,”

“You’re doing a very poor job of concealing your conversation,” Zemo shouted.

Bucky stormed ahead as Sam laughed.

“Oh, shut up!”

Surprisingly, the drive to the airstrip was mostly uneventful, as was the relatively short flight from Zurich to Avignon. There was, of course, the usual cutthroat banter and tension so thick you could feel it like a fog hanging over the group, but in an unusual twist of fate, the baron did very little to initiate. Of course, he wasn’t fully innocent though. He never was. That being said, even as his chauffeur carefully navigated the stone roads to the dropoff point he was strangely quiet. He had texted someone earlier to have the house prepared for their arrival but he kept looking down at the phone as if a response would come. It didn’t.

Sam appreciated the break from the noise. To him, it was a moment of peace after a few months of constant opposition. For the duration of the trip, he had chosen to shoot a few choice quips Bucky’s way before taking a long nap. Bucky, on the other hand, was only growing more suspicious of Zemo by the minute.

After his time with Hydra, Bucky had become intimately acquainted with the type of man that Zemo was. He was ruthless, driven by ideals that couldn’t be changed by any amount of debate or theory read inside a prison cell, and willing to do whatever it took to fulfill those ideals no matter the cost. There was remorse but no regret. A man like that doesn’t just stop believing in the thing that led him to kill dozens if not hundreds of people, because once the impetus is gone so is the only thing upholding their sense of self.

In basic terms, he was hiding something. Bucky was intent on finding out what that thing was, a thing important enough to make Zemo of all people shut the hell up and tell his enemies exactly where his safe house was, and he wasn’t going to rest until he did. The answer came easily enough in the end, but not before Sam and Bucky were forced face to face with the strangest thing they had ever seen, even when including aliens and wizards. That thing was Zemo buying flowers.

The trio had gotten out of the car somewhere around the center of the city and continued towards the safe house on foot. A few minutes after they started, though, Zemo had spoken.

“I apologize, but I’ll have to stop for a moment,” He said, holding up a hand to alert the two men trailing him to the fact that he was about to stop. Sam quirked up an eyebrow.

“At a flower shop?”

There, to the right of them, was a small fleuriste. The window was a burst of bright color. Pinks, reds, whites, purples; a certain bunch of spring blooms had caught Zemo’s eye. He shrugged. “It’s rude to arrive at someone’s house asking for a favor without a gift, Mr. Wilson. Excuse me,”

With a comfort that said he had been into the shop many times, Zemo walked through the door and began conversing with the shop owner in perfect French, even referring to her as tu instead of vous as he made his purchase.

“Did he just say someone’s house ?” Sam asked Bucky, eyes widening.

Bucky gritted his teeth. “Yeah, I think he did,”

“So, we’re just showing up at someone’s door,”

“Yup. Not to mention they’re someone who aligns themself with him,”

A groan escaped from Sam as he ran his hand down his face in disbelief. “I didn’t expect much from Zemo, but damn,”

“It’s your fault for expecting anything from Zemo in the first place,”

“For once, you’re right,”

They dawdled for a moment. As their conversation stilled, Zemo returned, now burdened by a sizable bouquet from the window. Around them, the city was starting to get off of work. Families walked together as businesses had their 5 o’clock shift change. Somehow as the world around them came to life it didn’t look at Sam and Bucky with anything more than a passing glance. They were tourists, nothing more. For a moment Sam understood why Zemo would go to a place like this for safety and anonymity.

Without ceremony, the trio began walking towards their destination once again.

“I apologize for the delay,” Zemo said, keeping his pace brisk and remaining about a foot ahead of his companions, “I suppose it’s become a bit of a habit that I buy Y/N flowers whenever I come back. We shouldn’t be long now, though, the house is just a few more blocks away, maybe 3 minutes by foot,”

“Y/N?” Bucky asked. The name felt heavy on his tongue, familiar. That had to be a coincidence though. Zemo would never align himself with anyone who had worked for Hydra, and there was no other place he could have heard that name and had it hold any significance. Right?

Zemo chuckled. “Y/N is our host. I’d appreciate it if you tried to maintain some semblance of respect when we arrive, she tends to have quite the temper and it would reflect badly on me if she believed I was asking her to indefinitely house two people who would happily send her to prison,”

“About that,” Sam chimed in, “Who the hell are we about to be staying with? It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t, and by extension, I also don’t tend to trust people who trust you,”

“I assure you, Sam, Y/N is more trustworthy to you than I will ever be,”

“That doesn’t answer my question, nor does it make me feel any better,”

“She’s American, and like you, she is seeking shelter from the government. Isn’t that enough for you?”

“Man, at this point I feel like you’re not telling us because she’s actually some sort of crazy Sokovian sleeper agent who’s gonna stab us in the back while we sleep. Am I crazy, Buck, or am I right?”

Bucky, who had been trying his best to stay out of the conversation, replied. “You are being unnecessarily evasive, Zemo, though that’s nothing new…”

“Right? Like, I’m really grateful that you’re lending us a hand, but I’ve gotta be honest, if I think for a second things are going south-”

Sam never got to finish his sentence.

Suddenly, Zemo stopped short, turning around and looking Bucky in the eye with a madness neither he nor Sam had ever seen before. His whole body was stiff, rigid. The hand that wasn’t cradling the flowers delicately was gripped in a fist at his side. He looked angry, but underneath the anger, he really just looked scared. “You will not touch her. Do you hear me? Do what you’d like with me, I have made choices worthy of punishment, but you will not touch Y/N. If you so much as think of it, all bets are off. Do you understand me?”

Bucky nodded, sharp. This was certainly interesting. Sam just smirked.

“Is there something else you want to tell us?”

Zemo walked up a small set of stairs towards a home to their right. “No, Mr. Wilson, I don’t believe so,”

The building was a nice one, all tan stone with dark wrought-iron fixtures on its many windows. It looked, for all intents and purposes, like a normal midtown manor-house for some upper-class member of the community. The normalcy of it all hid its true purpose in plain sight. It was genius, really. Over a dividing wall made of the same yellowing stone, Sam could see a small sliver of vibrant green garden space and a pool at the side of the building.

With a steadying breath, Zemo knocked on the door.

“You have to knock on the door of your own safe house?” There was a hint of incredulity in Bucky’s voice as he crossed his arms. This was going to be a disaster. Why had they agreed to this again?

“A little etiquette goes a long way, James, especially when you’re already in the doghouse,” Then, the door opened.

Bucky froze. There, standing in the doorway with a pistol in her hand and a fire in her eyes, was a woman he thought long dead: you. This couldn’t be right! He had killed you back in ‘02 with the rest of the AAHR...

You quirked up an eyebrow at Zemo.

“Give me one reason I should let you in and not shoot you on the spot,”

They were so fucked.

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The day, on your end of the world, had gone by much slower.

It started off like any other, with the alarm on your bedside table blaring as you opened your eyes and your arms reached out into the emptiness in the sheets beside you. Sometimes, when Helmut’s flight got in late enough, you would wake up and reach to the side only to find that he had appeared beside you in the night. Those were the best kind of reunions. They were free of pretense, no bitterness or resentment clouded your sleep-heavy brain when you opened your eyes to his peaceful resting face, and you could simply fall into the comforting rhythm of husband and wife. If you reunited with a clear head things tended not to go as well.

You groaned. It wasn’t as if there was even a guarantee he would come back, especially not after the way you’d left things last time. The philosophy of attendre et espérer, waiting and hoping like an Edmond Dantés type, wouldn’t do you any good, at least not anymore.

Maybe it was time to start moving on…

Tomorrow. You could start thinking about the next steps tomorrow. For today you’d enjoy what you had.

Getting out of bed was difficult but you managed. The sun streamed through the curtains that billowed gently in the breeze near your balconette, brilliant gold beams illuminating the dust that danced in the air. The first thing you did was shuffle along to the corner and pour yourself two fingers of brandy from Helmut’s private collection. It was like a morning ritual these days, a numbing agent against the loneliness. Once the drink was downed you moved on to the closet to get dressed.

Dressing yourself wasn’t of much importance these days. You couldn’t exactly leave the house, and nobody was visiting, so more often than not, it was easier to just wear the same pajamas for a few days until you knew Oeznik would be around to drop off groceries. Today, though, you felt… filthy. Not dirty in a physical way, just sticky and filthy and unclean under your skin and in your very heart. Maybe a shower would help.

You looked around the closet with a clinical eye. It was difficult to be in there, surrounded by lavish dresses and expensive suits that you and your husband had worn arm in arm while plotting the downfall of the Avengers before your unsteady alliance had turned into so much more. Everything still smelled like his cologne. In the small, often-closed, walk-in closet, the scent had only intensified, covering every article of clothing with a fog of cedarwood and sage. It made you sick, choked the air from your lungs and left you gasping for even a single breath that didn’t sit heavy on your tongue with the bitter taste of that familiar musk.

The alcohol had helped. It always did. The remnants of its burn in your mouth formed a sort of guard against the scent of the closet as you searched through a pile of shirts for something soft and easy to wear. Your hands suddenly stilled.

“Zemo, I’m gonna be honest, this is the ugliest sweater I’ve ever seen in my entire life,”

“I’m hurt! That’s one of my favorites,”

“Where did you even get it, a 90-year-old grandpa’s closet? Jesus Christ, it looks like something out of a shitty 70’s flick about family values,”

“I’ll have you know that I thrifted that sweater. It’s very eco-conscious you know,”

Your heart hurt. Well, no, your whole body hurt, but your heart ached a little more prominently as you carefully picked up the sweater and held it to your chest. It was terribly ugly, 4 sizes too big even on Helmut and covered in an olive and forest green argyle. Somehow he was always able to pull off the oversized thing no matter how ridiculous you had always insisted you found it. When was the last time he’d worn it again?

The memory evaded you.

Still, it was a happy relic, happier than most of the monuments to a failing marriage that lined the shelves of your beautiful personal prison. It wouldn’t hurt to hope that by wearing it, you might rub just a little bit of that lost happiness off onto your present-day, right? With one last forlorn glance around the closet, you gathered up the sweater and a pair of jeans before getting out as fast as you could. With the scent of cologne clinging to you, the shower wasn’t just a good idea now, it was necessary.

So, you showered. You took the stupid foot-long exfoliating brush Helmut loved so much and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed yourself under the near-boiling stream of water until your skin was pink and raw. Disappointingly, even the new skin felt filthy. It was better, though, less intense. With some lotion and a little bit of Neosporin on the fresh patches of blotchy red, you were able to feel okay. Not good. Not clean. Just… okay. At least you didn’t smell like him anymore. The clock read 12:14 when you finally made it out of the bathroom in search of some real food.

Lunch, if you could call it that, was a silent affair. The fridge was almost empty and the pantry was only a little less bare, so you threw together a cheese sandwich, not even bothering to waste butter and grill it. You ate it plain with another glass of brandy out on the pool deck. It was gone sooner than you hoped it would be.

Oh well.

You finished your brandy with a sigh. Only seven or eight more hours until you could finish your day with a few more drinks and pass out in bed until nine or ten once again. Ah, dreamless sleep. That sounded divine. Now if only you could fathom any non-depressing way to spend the time between sleeping and waking. Swimming was out, the chemicals would burn your freshly eviscerated skin. Playing solitaire for the fourth day in a row sounded like absolute hell on earth. Even watercolors, a usual calming respite from the torturous and neverending monotony of life trapped alone in a house you had no help in stocking, were off the table ever since you’d run out of paper.

Somewhere inside the house, your phone dinged.

The second the sound hit your ears you jumped, dropping your glass and letting it shatter into a thousand tiny shards on the stone of the patio.

Phones were a difficult thing to own for someone who was trying to stay out of the eyes of the government. They were too easy to track and could tip off enemies to your location with very little error needed on your part. Even searching the internet for innocent things was too risky. If your search history was too similar to that of the alias you had used before Helmut went to prison, it would have been easy for them to find a connection and send someone to track you down. Still, you kept a cell phone charged and ready on the kitchen counter despite the risk for one reason and one reason only: Emergency contact with your husband.

He never texted from the same number on more than one occasion, always switching from burner phone to burner phone as he flew across the country doing god knows what, but if he was ever in a situation where emergency contact with you was needed, he was able to reach you at your number immediately. It had only happened a couple of times, and each time he had been in a considerable amount of danger. So, when you suddenly heard the sound you dreaded more than anything else in the world, you were quick to rush inside, even ignoring the shattered glass at your feet as you shoved through the doors and found the phone.

The small, LED display was lit up with the notification. It made your heart both soar and sink.

Flying home with two guests. Prepare the two rooms for their stay. We will be there by 5 at the latest - B

You read over the message several times before letting the phone fall from your hand and back onto the counter with a dull thud.

That absolute asshole.

Three months. Three months you had spent sitting alone. Three months without a call, or a text, or a letter, or even a word of when he was coming back by way of Oeznik. Three months! And after three months of loneliness and sleepless nights and empty bottles on the drink cart he reaches out through an emergency line of contact that almost certainly means he might be dying only to tell you he’s bringing two strangers into your safe house, the place even he refuses to stay in too long in order to not give its location away. The scar on your spine was starting to burn as you leaned up against the counter and cried.

It was ridiculous to think you had ever believed him capable of more tact than that.

Really, it was your fault. From the beginning, you’d had too much faith in a man incapable of being trustworthy, even to those closest to him. You knew that, and yet you had married him. Maybe the soft touches and sweet lies he had spoon-fed you had made you weak. Maybe you always had been.

“I’m not a child, Helmut, I know what I’m doing!”

“I don’t think you do,” he shouted. He was a few drinks in now, you both were. The nights before his departures never tended to end well when you both drank. “Because no matter what I do to protect you, you have the need to disobey me! Have you considered that I do the things I do for your own good!”

“Oh! Oh yes, the things YOU do!” You slammed your glass down on the table as you stormed over to Helmut, “I sit here all day like a fucking dog in a cage while you fly to fucking Ibiza and flirt with supermodels, but YOUR story is just so fucking tragic! I’m your wife, Helmut! I’m not an animal or your property, I’m your goddamn wife! You can’t just order me to sit and stay like a dog,”

He glared down at you, eyes hawkish and glinting in the low lamplight. For the first time in years, he looked threatening, “You may not be a dog, or a child, or my property, but you are a weapon! It’s my job to keep you here, away from the-”

“Excuse me?” You interrupted. The two of you stood, inches away and yet miles apart. Slowly, the drive in Helmut’s eyes faltered. “Say that again. I dare you,”

“Schatz, I-”

“No, Helmut, you meant it so say it again. Call me that again. I fucking dare you,” Tears were streaming down your face now. He took a step towards you, hand extended to wipe them away, but you were quick to take a step back out of his reach.

“You misunderstood me,”

“I don’t think there was anything to misunderstand,”

You swept the shards of your glass tumbler into a dustpan, hands still shaking even ten minutes after you’d read Helmut’s message to you. As you worked, your last conversation before he’d left echoed in your mind.

How had it all devolved into that? It wasn’t hard to remember Helmut before prison, jaded and broken and lonely. He had been so much like you and yet so different. Each of you seemed to be the perfect balm for the others' wounds. In the end, despite all of his flaws, you had found yourself in love. Now that he was a different man, was that love gone? You couldn’t say. All you knew for sure was that you weren’t nearly drunk enough to be facing the confusing feelings in your brain. With the last of your energy, you emptied the dustpan of glass into the trash can and returned to the house, sweater itchy against your irritated skin, to ready the guest rooms.

The job wasn’t a long one. You had never used the guest rooms in all the time you’d spent at the Avignon property, so the sheets were already clean. There was just a thin layer of dust on the furniture that needed to be swept away as you checked to make sure the dressers were bare and the bathrooms were stocked with amenities. Then, when that was done, you were left to your thoughts as the hours ticked by.

Most of the time you spent sitting on the couch doing absolutely nothing. It sounded terrible, and in all honesty it was, but what else could you do? The house was already spotless so cleaning wasn’t an option, and you didn’t quite feel like doing much of anything as you stared at the clock and tried to remember a time when your life was less of a disaster. As it got closer to five, though, you started to get antsy.

You had tried your best to not think about the obvious issue of the guests. Zemo was not the type to threaten his home, even if he wasn’t happy with you, so usually having anyone who wasn’t Oeznik or another paid lackey aware of the location of your safe house would be a big no in his book, but then you started thinking of the implications of him bringing people into your home. Your home, not his. Was he on his way to kill you? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Or maybe he was bringing your replacement.

Now that thought made anger bubble up in your throat. You were no stranger to the idea that when your husband was away, he could be doing anything. There was no guarantee when he slept in lavish hotels or drank the night away in elite lounges that he kept his wedding ring on. The fact that there were two guests meant it was unlikely he was bringing two mistresses, but never impossible. Nothing was impossible when it came to Helmut.

No, it was more likely he had finally decided it was time to end your suffering. The shouts and boisterous laughter that started to sound directly outside of the front room window only confirmed the for you. Slowly, you crept towards the door and grabbed a small pistol from its place in the umbrella stand. If he wanted you dead you weren’t going to go without a fight.

Through the curtains on the front door, you could just barely make out the trio. When you saw them your blood ran cold. It was one thing if he needed help to take you down, but getting the Winter Soldier on board? Your rage only grew by the minute.

Helmut said something, probably planning the best course of action to catch you off guard, and you sneered. Two could play at that game. When he knocked on the door you opened it calmly and held the gun with your finger just barely ghosting over the trigger.

Everyone froze.

“Give me one reason I should let you in and not shoot you on the spot,” you said, rage coursing through every nerve in your body. You may have been in retirement for quite a few years, but you still knew how to handle a gun. Everyone there, except maybe the Falcon, knew that. As Zemo went to open his mouth, you prepared for a firefight.

“Because I brought you flowers,”

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a/n: Sorry that only one chapter is out! The fic is just getting very long and complicated and I wanted to make sure you got as much as possible before the next episode drops lol. I’ll be working pretty much nonstop from now until then, though, so the next parts should be out soon!

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Hi! What is your very specific Twilight AU?

okay, so. New Moon.

party disaster, dumping her and dipping, all happens normally.

but THEN. Bella finds out she’s pregnant.

(and I know you’re thinking- pre-marital sex?!?! Edward would NEVER! but listen. I am the author now. I’ve been around Christians my whole life. shut up!)

so anyway after a million pregnancy tests and a lot of googling about vampire baby legends, Bella’s like...well this is probably gonna be a situation,

Nessie doesn’t have an insane growth rate here because I hate that, so she has a normal amount of time to prepare, and she’s very...aware that the birth is gonna be Rough at best. So she goes to Jacob

who is NOT a wolf yet but Is aware of the pack and the treaty, and they are closer friends already, and she’s like ‘hey. paranormal emergency. you’re the only person in this town who enables me. help.’

 and Jacob’s like I’m Fucking Fifteen and goes and gets Leah, since she’s technically an adult and a girl

(ms. meyer How did you make one of leah’s only 3 character traits ‘upset she’s infertile’ and then not have her support bella’s choices in breaking dawn please make it make sense)

 so they start brainstorming solutions and the best they can work with is. Bella’s gotta ride out the pregnancy in hiding. they have no way of knowing whether she can survive the pregnancy and the only clue they have about whether the baby will be a monster or not is from google searches, but they also can’t exactly take her to an obgyn when her uterus feels like it’s calcified and her ribs are getting broken and she seems to be craving blood

So, Leah’s got her own little place. Bella moves in there, telling Charlie she wants to move back in with Renee (she knows her parents would never willingly call each other so as long as she keeps up communicating with both of them they should be none the wiser of her growing a little dracula in Leah Clearwater’s basement).

Leah has already defected from the wolf pack at this point (because...the Cullen’s left and she didn’t really like any of the guys anyway lmao) so they don’t run the risk of them hearing her thoughts while she’s in wolf form. She goes out and hunts animals, brings them back and her and Jake drain the blood from them so Bella can drink it. All three of them find this extremely disgusting obviously but Jake’s loyal and a little bit lovestruck, Leah’s a supportive friend and queen, and Bella’s just trying to keep her and her baby alive, and none of them feel like trying to rob a blood bank

Bella is 100% certain the baby will just be a baby who happens to like blood, like she was in bd, but the tentative plan is that if a crazy soulless monster comes out of her Leah will...handle that...

Which neither are thrilled about, so Bella’s just trying to focus on staying positive. And between that, trying to survive and stay hidden, Bella doesn’t really have time to...Check Out the way she did in new moon. Like, she’s absolutely still depressed, and she’s still getting an occasional Edward hallucination because carrying a vampire baby counts as reckless in many books, but she’s just more...resigned and pissed than anything. She’ll have days like the ‘possibilities’ scene, but more often than not she’s just telling the Edward hallucination to go fuck himself when he’s begging her to find the real him so they can have Carlisle deal with the pregnancy 

at some point, Seth gets roped into the whole mess (he’s prone to just breaking into his sister’s house) but since he’s like, 13 and The Best Baby Boy he’s immediately supportive. He didn’t even fucking know about the wolves and the vampires until he walked in on a six months pregnant Bella drinking blood while his sister and Jacob are hacking away at a dead deer, but he’s like...you know when you were 13 and sneaking around about Anything made you feel like the coolest person alive? point is he’s helpful

AND he can get away with spending a lot of time at Leah’s house without anyone finding it weird, unlike Jacob, so he starts spending most of his free time there keeping Bella company and brightening her day up

HE is the one who enables her when she comes up with the name Renesmee lmao

(just because she hates Edward doesn’t mean Esme ever did anything wrong!)

“bella I’ll throw you out of this house if you don’t come up with a real name” “leah she’s white you can’t just disrespect her culture like this omg”

anyway these four become the DORKIEST and WEIRDEST little family it’s cute

so then. labor.

it’s less...graphic than in bd because Bella hasn’t been actively dying the whole pregnancy and she doesn’t snap her spine in half, but it’s still. bad.

she essentially delivers a rock that Nessie then begins chewing her way out of. she’s actively bleeding out. Jacob’s having a panic attack. Leah made Seth watch so he would never have unprotected sex and the scare tactic is working. Leah’s covered in Bella’s blood which is not great considering she’s Holding A Rock That A Vampire Is Emerging From

Leah’s been taking classes and researching deliveries so she needs to stitch Bella up and see what else is wrong but Seth is rocking back and forth on the floor crying and Jacob’s screaming and pacing too fast to grab so she’s like. Bella babe I know you’re dying but you need to hold this thing for me ksjdfllksf

so while she’s handling That, Bella’s got this weird little rock in her arms and is watching the baby slowly fight it’s way out like this is a very fucked up egg or something and she’s just. overwhelmed. maybe it’s the blood loss but she’s looking at the messy, scrunchy little face and she’s already in love and envisioning their lives together.

and then, you know, the baby bites her,

she has just enough time to think ‘how did we not think to prepare for that’ before she can feel the venom coursing through her. it’s just as bad as she remembers from James’ bite but somehow...easier to tolerate. she blacks out pretty quickly

the other 3 notice and are like : 👁👄👁

Jacob...literally explodes into a wolf On Spot

Seth darts out the fucking door he’s seen enough for one day

Leah, sole holder of the braincell, realizes Nessie just bit and isn’t drinking from Bella, and deduces this is like...a survival instinct or something. the baby instinctively changes it’s mother first thing. weirdly...touching? 

So she gets the baby and checks that everything is physically okay with Bella (apart from you know. changing species) and is like...guess this is an issue for 3 days from now Leah

more immediate pressing issues: screaming new born baby and oh, yeah, the giant red wolf in the basement,

“Jacob I know this is disorienting but if you break anything in my house I’ll fucking kill you”

she really just leaves the poor boy to go get the baby cleaned up and warm up some of the frozen blood they’ve got in her fridge (RUINING HER TUPPERWARE, BELLA)

she’s not worried about the wolf pack mind meld yet because she knows Sam took the guys on a mission way farther up the coast for a few days and they’ll be too far away to hear Jake. hopefully, by the time they get back, Bella will be awake and they’ll have made an escape plan by then

and as she’s bottle feeding blood to the baby she’s thrilled that it seems to be like...relatively normal and not s horrific monster or anything. mission: unwillingly murder my best friend’s baby has been successfully canceled 

“Oh Goddamn it....Renesmee DOES fit you...”

Seth, from where he’s cowering behind the couch: “told you”

so, Jake eventually calms down, they spend the next few days cooing over Nessie and brainstorming how to handle Bella when she wakes up a vampire, and also nicknaming Nessie ‘Nessie’ because they know Bella will find that intolerable and they feel she deserves karmic punishment for stressing them out so much lmao

so, three days are up. Seth’s upstairs putting on a way-too-elaborate puppet show for the baby with not a care in the world. Leah and Jake are in the basement because they know Bella probably won’t want their wolf blood and their ready to phase in case she gets a little aggressive

but she just wakes up and is like. hey! how’s it going? where’s my baby?

sjdhfksdj they were expecting feral but Bella still has her super self-control. she didn’t even realize she’d changed into a vampire until they told her lmao

Bella’s a little too freaked out to try hunting yet so they give her some of the stored blood they’ve been feeding Ness and she’s like. good to go. Leah’s about to scream like have the elders been exaggerating this whole time or is Bella truly a freak??? lol

So, they spend a couple days just...relaxing, Bella and Renesmee bonding, they’re trying to come up with fun places Bella can move to with the baby so no one she knows finds out, and every now and then Leah and Jake go out and she tries to help him get the wolf thing under control

and then,,,,the pack get back from their mission early

and immediately are able to read Jacob’s mind

so they head over to Start Shit because there’s two bloodsuckers on their land but,

the pack not attacking because Jake imprinted on Renesmee? tired. the pack not attacking because Jake’s Alpha Genes have taken over and declared Nessie and Bella as part of his Pack and attacking would literally start a war? inspired

so they hash the whole thing out....ultimately Sam decides Bella is more of a victim than a threat, and since neither her or Nessie seem to be going on a bloodlust rampage any time soon...he decides to grant them immunity from the whole ‘kill the vampires’ rule. He’ll let her and her daughter stay in La Push as long as they agree to stick to animals and only hunt out of town. PLUS from what little Bella knows about the Volturi, she’s worried about them finding out about Nessie, so they’ll offer protection if that does happen, in exchange for her being able to help them with intel on any other vampire threats in the area (you know like. if a nomad is fucking stuff up in a nearby city, they’ll send her to talk to them first before deciding if they need to intervene. Sam has become acutely aware he has a lot of teens and kids in his pack, so he’s trying to keep them out of fights as much as possible)  

anyway that’s the story of Nessie gaining like 17 chaotic as hell ride or die uncles,

let’s fast forward a bit

it’s like 15 years later. Bella’s not living with Leah anymore, but she’s got a cute apartment in a nearby town, and owns and runs a bookstore on the first floor of it. she got her ged and did college online and teaches night classes at a community college. She’s still in contact with her parents, who Adore the life out of Nessie. She still helps the pack out and they’re all close. Nessie is a handful but in a fun and lovable way. They go on little weekend trips whenever they have time. Bella’s happy.

but then a. Situation. arises.

basically, the Volturi have been made aware of some unknown vampire chasing others out of the pacific northwest and conspiring with shapeshifters. and you know when Aro gets curious he tends to spin things dramatically. who’s to say this vampire isn’t conspiring against all vampires? against them? why has no one’s special talents worked on her? he simply must find out.

Bella and the Pack get word and decide their best course of action for now is to go on the run. they’re not gonna be able to take on a whole army but if they can bide some time and lay low they might be able to figure something out

except Bella is like....I have a teenage hybrid that the Volturi don’t know about yet...it would be EXTREMELY irresponsible to take her with me

but she can’t send Nessie to Charlie or Renee because they don’t know about her...dietary restrictions. She can’t stay with Billy or anyone else in La Push because the Volturi might trace the pack’s scent there and discover her. She’s panicking, they have to leave in a few days max and she can’t find a safe place for her daughter

and then she’s like.....fuck.

she had run into Jasper a couple of years ago- they have the same forgery guy and were heading to his building around the same time as a coincidence. She promised to forgive him for the party incident if he promised not to tell Edward he saw her and that she’s a vampire now. He agreed, but then told her Edward’s been living on his own for a while now and insisted on giving her his number...she never could bring herself to call it or delete it...but now...if she wants to be 100% Nessie is safe and protected...

fuck

So, the past 15 years have been fairly rough for Edward

he’s still convinced leaving in order to save Bella was the best course of action, but like...the vampires canonically mate for life. that’s his soulmate. he’s absolutely miserable without her. he’s thought about cracking and going to find her again but he always talks himself out of it, convinced she’d just tell him she hates him or something

so as stated in his patented Edward Cullen Self Loathing Guide, first thing to do is isolate yourself from all the lovebirds you usually live with. Sure, he keeps in contact, but...not well. he’s currently living alone and posing as a university student. He’s not even really sure what he’s supposed to be majoring in. He’s mostly been in a haze since he left Forks.

and one day....he gets a call from an unknown number. he ignores it, thinking it’s a spam call. but then it calls like 8 more times in a row and he figures answering might be a bit smarter than simply throwing it at the wall

And Edward...swears he came back to life and immediately had a heart attack the second he hears Bella’s voice

He feels breathless and disoriented the whole conversation, trying to figure out if his memory did her voice any justice, trying to rush out 15 years worth of apologies, trying to comprehend she’s actually speaking to him.

But Bella’s very blunt on the phone. She doesn’t want to let herself get emotional. She’s on a time limit, and she has to focus on getting her daughter to safety

And Edward swears he somehow misheard her the first ten or so times she told him. He had a daughter? that wasn’t possible

“she has the audacity to be your Evil Twin so I’m pretty sure it’s possible”

so she gives him a rundown. she needs to go into hiding, no I don’t need your help with that, gives him details about Nessie, what she’s like, what she likes to do, her diet, her favorite color, how annoyed she is by this whole situation, “Edward I know you don’t love me anymore, but I remember how protective you were, and that’s what I need Nessie to have right now. She needs you right now” and Edward wants so badly to refute Bella’s claim of lost love, to tell her he has absolutely no idea how to be a parent, but...her tone is aching so much he can barely speak. He can’t let Bella down again, and he can’t let this little girl he foolishly created and left down anymore than he already has, either.

So he agrees, she tells him to be at the airport in a few days, and hangs up. 

Edward loses about half a day staring at a wall in shock, before he jumps into preparations.

Bella told him while their daughter possessed some speed and strength, hunting was fairly dangerous for her. She was more delicate than his kind, and had a heartbeat. Reheated blood bags had been their best option, and she also needed human food as well. He also had to get a room ready for her- he wandered around stores for hours, reading young girls minds to see if there was any furniture or decorations that were universally liked- which was of course, fruitless, but he did manage to find a handful of things he was sure Bella would have liked at that age, and prayed for the best. He somehow got himself covered in purple paint that was a nightmare to get off. Bella had sent him some forged documents claiming Nessie was his younger sister he’d won custody of, and he got her enrolled in a nearby school. He lived every day leading up to her arrival staving off a panic attack.

it wasn’t until he was on the way to the airport that he realized he forgot to inform his family about this life update. they must’ve been on a hunting trip, because he got nothing but voicemails 

imagine being Carlisle and you come home to a voicemail from your son who’s banished himself from the family that’s just like ‘hi. you’re a grandfather now. I’m having a nervous breakdown and might crash my car. call me back at your earliest convenience I suppose” like what would you DO

 after he gets to the airport he starts panicking again, realizing Bella had never actually sent him a picture, worrying about how he’d find her, but then- he sees a tiny girl with untamed, dark red curls, features strikingly similar to his own that are pulled into the expression Bella always made when she was reading, absently chewing on her lip, and before she looks at him with her mother’s big brown eyes, he already knows who he’s looking at, and he’s certain if he was human his tear ducts would be having a fit right now

Renesmee, however, seems less willing to have an emotional meeting. She mumbles out a simple greeting before gathering up her bags and heading for the door, Edward rushing behind her to try and help

listen. the awkwardness of Charlie trying to connect with Bella. but 10000x worse because of Edward’s overthinking, self-deprecating ass and Nessie being like ‘ah yes the guy who broke my pregnant teenage mothers heart, fantastic’ lmao

the car ride is p a i n f u l. Edward’s trying so hard for light conversation and Nessie’s barely giving one word answers. Bella had warned her about the mind reading so she was carefully keeping her mind blocked, which Edward is trying very hard to be understanding about instead of annoyed, but By God does he want to know everything about her

when they get back to his place, she quietly thanks him for the room and then promptly locks him out of it lol. He spends the rest of the day just pacing back and forth until he realizes he should eventually feed her lmao

and that’s...kinda how the first couple weeks go. she only emerges from her room if he bribes her with food, she awkwardly tries to dodge his questions, he drives her to school and then begs her to tell him how it went when he picks her up, he spends his college classes distracted because he’s freaking out constantly about how to successfully bond with her. His favorite time of day now is night, because she can’t block her mind while she’s asleep, and even if her dreams are all nonsense they’re still...part of her that he gets to know.

His family keeps begging him to let them meet her, but he’s pushing back because if she’s this bad at adjusting to one new family member, how is she going to handle six more?

(meanwhile Alice and Rose started a group chat with her and are having a ball clowning Edward lmao)

wait ksjflksd I think this vine perfectly sums up the dynamic im envisioning  https://youtu.be/wQZIUHNORHg

anyway they....very slowly make some progress. much too slowly for Edward’s taste, but hey.

Like he finds out snacks she likes. or jewelry she likes. stuff like that and just...wordlessly leaves it around for her lmao. he thinks it’s like trying not to startle a deer, Nessie thinks it’s more like a cat trying to gift you a dead mouse, but either way it’s weirdly endearing.

He notices she always has a huffy little frown when he picks her up on Wednesdays. So instead of begging her for an ounce of information of her school life, he asks her one Wednesday morning if she’s excited for the day and she admits she has an elective class every Wednesday with a girl she doesn’t get along with.

He gets her school photos (and Weeps) and realizes apart from her room the home is fairly barren of decorations, so he buys a bunch of picture frames and hangs up the school shots, and some pictures of the Cullen’s over the years, and the few he has of Bella that he could never bear to part with. Other than catching her smiling at the prom picture of her parents, Nessie doesn’t say anything- but the next time he comes home from hunting, there’s a pile of pictures of her growing up on the table, and he starts weeping all over again as he hangs them up

(there’s one of her and Bella hugging and looking at the camera with identical grins and joy in their eyes, he can’t help but put that in his room. He hopes one day he’ll get to see a scene like that in person)

He starts trying to get her out of her room a little more- he still hasn’t managed to a get a ‘favorites’ list out of her, so he starts playing movies Bella loved, to see if any of them lure her out. some do, some don’t- he got halfway through a Lord of the Rings marathon, which was Torture in his opinion, but then Ness came out and quietly asked if he could restart it and suddenly they became his favorite movies ever.

Bella’s not able to contact her on a set schedule or anything because of her situation (and you can bet your ass Edward’s contacted every vampire he knows and ordered them to help her out if they come across her or the Volturi), and Edward realizes that’s probably taking a toll on the girl, so he starts telling her stories of her mother when he knew her in Forks. She’s particularly amused by the blood typing incident- the first time Edward hears Nessie properly laugh, he literally starts crying on the spot

could you imagine the sheer panic if she ever gets so much as a cold

And yes, she’s still pissed on Bella’s behalf, and yes, she specifically blasts 70s music because Bella told her he hates it one time, and yes, if he looks at her like he’s a kicked puppy one more time she might claw his eyes out, and yes, she refuses to introduce him to her friends from school because she Knows everyone will then start asking her about her ‘hot brother’ and she can’t live with that and also can’t live with him knowing that so she told him if he ever introduces himself to any of her friends she’ll set him on fire, and yes, she’s homesick 95% of the time but...he’s growing on her. like a mold, or something.

(okay, maybe when Seth tried to analyze why Mamma Mia is her favorite musical, he might have had a point. half a point. quarter of a point. shut up.)

And Edward’s still trying to not have a panic attack every time she’s out of his sight- he’s got Carlisle keeping tabs on the Volturi for him, and it’s not exactly hard for him to keep track of her through other people’s minds- but she’s so tiny and her heartbeat is Too Fast and what if she inherited her mother’s unlucky streak??

but they’re toeing the line of co-existing peacefully and Edward’s scared to push it past that

then he has to, because it turns out he sent her to one of Those Schools where the parents have to be involved in the school in some way or another and Nessie’s Annoyed

sdkjfsdkjf she keeps trying to get him to just sign up for like pta meetings or something and he’s like ‘I need you to understand you are the only person in this town I actually know or like I Cannot survive around fundraiser moms I can’t’ 

so she’s like ugh fine I’m in the drama club

listen.....Stage Parent Edward Cullen.......the power this holds...

that’s right this whole post was an elaborate ruse for me to make a musical theater headcanon again lmao

no okay but seriously he starts off just helping build sets and stuff like that but then midway through the year their music teacher gets fired and the schools like begging him to take over because they can’t find someone in enough time that’ll know the music for the show they’re doing and he’s like “I need you to understand Nessie will never talk to me again if I start actually working at her school” and they’re like “She also will never talk to you again if we have to cancel the big musical, though” and he’s like. fuck.

silent treatment for a week and a half

lmao so now he’s trying to juggle being an overly-enthusiastic stage parent who’s making costumes and sets and kinda crying backstage when he sees his daughter in her costume with also being the music director for the damn show and trying to teach a bunch of kids how to read sheet music 

one day he ended up in a coffee shop with the hair and makeup moms, gossiping about the cast’s love lives, and he literally doesn’t know how he got there

is it wrong to pass Nessie in class even though she’s putting all the wrong answers on the test but he Knows she knows the right answers and is only answering wrong to try and get a rise out of him

Bella sneaks into town to see the show- they thought it would push their luck if the pack came, but they sent an ungodly amount of flowers and candy. When she snuck into the house while Ness was sleeping she Was Not expecting to find Edward up to his elbows in sequins, trying to fix a bedazzler he accidentally broke in frustration, muttering under his breath about how if Nessie’s romantic opposite in the show doesn’t keep his thoughts clean he’s gonna kill him- and it just cracks her up. She WAS nervous about seeing Edward again but now she’s assured he’s still a dork lol

So Edward freaks when he sees her but they don’t wanna wake Ness up so they’re trying to be quiet but like. they’re going through it 

Like Bella Wants to be pissed at him but she can’t, she still loves him- and while she can’t just get over what he did to her, it’s also not lost on her that ‘leaving to protect someone I love’ is literally what she had to do to her daughter

And Edward....Edward, who only left to give Bella a chance at a safe, human life, seeing Bella in front of him as a vampire, knowing it’s his fault she ended up that way and she had to go through it alone, had to raise a baby herself because he’d made it so hard to find him...knowing if he’d just pulled his head out of his ass he would have been able to be there for her...would be able to form a coherent sentence around his love right now, would have long and fond memories of Nessie’s childhood, likely wouldn’t have to watch Bella hide from the Volturi...he’s back in a self-loathing spiral already

But they haven’t seen each other in so long and they just don’t want to...deal with the unpleasantness right now, so they just push it aside. Bella helps Edward with the costumes. Edward fills her in on what she’s been missing with Nessie. Bella tells him some stuff about when Ness was younger. They just spend the night talking, and it feels like no time has past between them at all- which just makes the heartaches a little stronger

When Nessie wakes up to her mother there she’s ecstatic- bubbly and loud and glued to Bella’s hip all day, giving her in depth play-by-plays of her school and rehearsals and friends she’s made, bouncing on her toes all morning, hyper, giggly, and- it kind of breaks Edward’s heart a little, even though he knows he hasn’t really...earned this side of his daughter, yet. 

(at least he got his wish of seeing their twin smiles in person)

(he wishes he could see them every second of every day)

so the girls spend the day catching up while Edward mostly feels like a thirdwheel, and then they have to get Ness over to the school so she can get ready

Bella decides to hang out around the school theater before the show actually starts- she leans against the wall next to the piano, the two talking in hushed tones while Edward runs through songs. Bella really missed watching him play- the only thing that managed to drag her away from it was when Nessie called her to the dressing room to help with a hair emergency 

she didn’t talk to him much at intermission, her attention being stolen by the rest of the Cullen family (who had been Very Loudly supporting the show so far, she knew Ness was probably dying of embarrassment backstage)

after the show, the three went back to Edward’s and just...talked. Nessie was gushing about the show and eating while her parents assured her she was the greatest actress ever born, simple stuff like that. she fell asleep sandwiched in between them on the couch 

Bella realizes she’s never going to be able to bring herself to leave again if Nessie wakes up, and tells Edward as much. He clearly doesn’t want her to go just yet either, but...she’s on the run, it’s not like she has much choice 

He has so much he wants to say to her but he just- can’t. it’s not the right time. but he’s hoping she can see that in his eyes

Bella shifts Nessie off her shoulder so Edward can hold her, and she gives him a light kiss and says ‘thank you, Edward’ before disappearing in a flash. she needed to go before she lost her nerve.

Edward can’t bring himself to let Nessie out of his arms, so instead of carrying her to bed he just stays there, holding her, trying his best not to think that that could be the last time for a long time he’d ever see his Bella again, trying not to let thoughts of a life he gave up unwittingly consume him

okay I didn’t mean for this to be So Long so I’m cutting it here uhh...let me know if anyone wants a part 2? sorry lmao