#and when you're listening to music and suddenly a deep voice right behind you starts whispering

[haveihitanerve]

so im listening to my queen cd in my cd player and The Invisible Man comes on

and....

i dont know how many of you know the song The Invisible Man, but it starts off with Freddy Mercury intently whispering, 'im the invisible man, im the invisible man'

and when i tell you i damn near shat my pants

[vivwritesfics]

Jester Stole His Thorny Crown

Chapter Seven

He never had a choice in his life. His dreams were nothing more that that. Dreams. But then he met a lounge singer at his brother club and everything changed.

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When she arrived at the lounge, the piano was already being played. She couldn't hear it until after she opened the door. Then, she stilled. It wasn't that she felt possessive over the piano, but nobody else had ever played it, nobody but Charles.

For the first time since they had met, he wasn't wearing a suit. His jeans were ridiculous, with the rips in the shapes of stars. But that wasn't what she was focused on.

The way he was playing, she hadn't taught him that.

When the door shut behind her, the playing stopped. He looked up, looking at her as she walked forward.

"Hey," he called. Just days before he had threatened her into going to dinner with him, and now he was acting like it never happened. "I wanted to talk."

She placed her bag on a chair and climbed onto the stage. If he wanted to talk, he could talk. It didn't mean she was going to listen.

Charles pressed a few more keys and turned his body around completely. Now facing her, she checked over his body, checked for any sign of the gun.

But he didn't have the gun. It wasn't tucked away in the waistband of his jeans, wasn't on the piano behind him.

At that, she was just a little more willing to listen to him.

"I want to apologise," he said. "To you. I want to apologise to you."

It was completely unexpected. She couldn't hide the shock written on her face, no matter how hard she tried.

"My judgement on how to handle... this... hasn't been good. I asked Arthur for advice, but God knows I'm terrible at following it," he said and gave a weak laugh.

But she didn't laugh. No, she couldn't. Not when she didn't know what was going on.

So, she asked just that. "What the fuck is going on?"

Something flittered across Charles's face, something indescribable, something she couldn't read. He ducked in a deep breath, steadying himself. "I think you're pretty," he said, his voice slightly strained. "Really pretty, actually."

She didn't quite know what to say. What could she say to that?

"I know this is unexpected, especially after... everything, but..." The words he was looking for, they weren't coming to him. Or maybe he realised there was nothing he could say that would get her to stop hating him. "Fuck," he spat and stood from the bench.

Suddenly, his hands were on her arms and his lips were on hers. Charles shut his eyes, trying to melt into it.

But she pulled away. The second she did, a crack! rang out as her hand met with his cheek. "Shit," Charles hissed in surprise as he held his cheek.

Her heart beat erratically in her chest and she held her hand over her mouth, surprise registered on her face. She'd slapped him. She'd slapped Charles Lelcerc, the crazy, dangerous brother in the Leclerc family.

He'd been slapped before, and those people had regretted it instantly.

A smile spread across his face and he stepped towards her. But, before he could reach her, she was running off of the stage and disappearing in the back room. Charles didn't move to follow. He sat back at the piano and pressed his fingers to the keys, playing once again.

When she got to the back room, she pressed her body against the door and locked it.

Finally alone, with a barrier between them, she breathed. Her back was still against the door, listening as the piano music started up again. He had kissed her. Why the hell had he kissed her?! What kind of game was this?

He hadn't chased after her when she slapped him, like she had expected him to. No, he had gone right back to the piano.

It wasn't like she hadn't thought about kissing him before. No matter how much he scared her, she still woke up after dreaming about him with an ache between her legs, a need settling in her stomach.

Those dreams, the many she'd had, she hadn't forgotten any of them. Not the one where Charles took her to the back office after a performance and made her see stars, not the one where he sat on the bench of the piano, bent her over his lap and spanked her ass raw.

Not the one where he kissed her slowly, took her hand and led her back to the car. In her dream, he'd taken her to his apartment. She'd never seen the inside of it before, but she dreamt about it. It would be neat and tidy, with art work on the walls, giving it life and colour. His kitchen would be a disaster. He'd have the best equipment, best toaster, best microwave, best blender, and he wouldn't be able to use any of it.

She touched her fingers to her lips. Maybe if he hadn't have been so threatening before, she would have gone with it, melted against his body, kissed down his neck until he was whining for more.

She wasn't the dominant type, not by a long shot, but she wanted things to to be on her terms.

Sucking in a breath, she unlocked the door. The piano grew louder as she marched her way back to the stage.

She didn't expect Charles to notice her right away. But of course he did. "I knew you had a feisty side," he said, not looking up from the piano keys.

She sat on the bench beside him. Still, Charles didn't look up. He kept playing.

That was until she grabbed his face. Her fingers gripped his cheeks and she pulled his face towards him, pulling his lips towards her own.

If Charles was surprised, he didn't let it show. He took over, moving his lips against her own as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands were against her waist, pushing her against the bench of the piano.

"Fuck," he managed to say through deep breaths, his forehead against her own. "Fuck."

this is shorter ye but it sets up some important shi

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[arabe11as]

Call It Fate, Call It Karma.

idk i wrote this when i was listening to the strokes x

Warnings: fluff, distress, anxiety, angst

You're at a pub, watching Alex across the room as he laughs with a few people, probably talking about his music. A wave of pride washes over you just seeing him like that. But then, you hear your name—someone’s said it, you're sure. You don’t turn around. You just listen, hoping it's nothing.

But it is your name. "Oh my god, did you see the girl Turner brought with him?" one of them laughs, and the second you hear it, your stomach twists. You told yourself not to care what people think, but it still stings. What if, one day, Alex thinks the same way?

"I know, right? Aren’t rockstars supposed to date models?" another chimes in, her voice dripping with mockery. "Maybe Alex is doing charity work," a third one cackles.

Your eyes find them—three women, laughing at your expense. You don’t know them, and you don’t care to. But the damage is done. Anxiety flares, insecurity sinks its claws in. You glance back at Alex, who looks over and gives you a warm, reassuring smile.

But suddenly, it feels like a lie. You don’t deserve him. They’re right. What the hell is he doing with you?

Without a second thought, you walked out of the pub, slamming the door behind you as tears streamed down your face.

The night air felt suffocating as you hurried down the street, the sound of your footsteps lost in the whirl of your emotions. Then, you hear the door open behind you.

"Y/N?" Alex calls out, but you keep walking, pretending you didn’t hear him.

"Y/N!" he calls again, more urgent this time, but you still ignore him. You hear his footsteps, and before you know it, he's in front of you, grabbing your shoulders, forcing you to stop. You roll your eyes, wiping at the tears stubbornly clinging to your cheeks.

"What happened?" he asks, concerned.

"Nothing," you mutter, your voice tight.

"Come on, tell me what happened," he presses, clearly not buying it.

"Nothing! Why are you even with me?" The words spill out before you can stop them.

"What?" His face shifts, shocked, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. "Did someone say something?"

"Yes—no! I-I don’t know!" You frown, avoiding his eyes. "Why do you care what they think?" he asks, his tone gentle but that question hits you in the worst way.

That was it. You snap. “I’m not like you, Alex. I care what people think about me!" you scoff, shoving past him.

"Y/N—wait, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!" he says, his voice catching, stepping in front of you again, desperate to keep you from walking away.

Alex looks at you, his eyes full of concern and panic as you keep walking. He falls in step beside you, refusing to let you out of his sight. “Please, Y/N. Just let me take you home. i’m not letting you walk home. alone.”

You stop for a second, considering it, but then shake your head and keep walking. “Do you know what it’s like, Alex? To walk into a room and have everyone stare at you? Yeah, they look at you because you’re famous, but then they see me, and I can practically hear them wondering why I’m even there.”

Alex slows down, forcing you to stop with him. He takes a deep breath, his voice soft but firm. “Y/N, I don’t care what they think. I’m with you because I want to be. Not because of how you look in a room or what people say. I’m with you because… you’re you.”

You glance at him, searching for any sign of doubt, but there’s none. Just sincerity. He gently touches your arm. “Come on, let me take you home. Please.”

Finally, you nod, the fight draining out of you. Alex leads you to his car, and the ride back is quiet, your thoughts still tangled but less sharp now. When he pulls up outside your flat, the silence feels heavy, and without warning, the tears start again.

You look out the window, trying to hold them back, but you can’t. "I wish I was normal," you whisper, your voice breaking. “I wish I didn’t have to feel like this.”

Alex reaches over, his hand resting on yours. “You’re not normal,” he says softly. “You’re better. You’re real. And I wouldn’t want anything less.”

As the tears fall, you keep your eyes fixed on the window, barely able to get the words out. "I wish I didn’t care what people thought about me. I wish I could just… let it go.”

Alex looks at you, his expression soft but intense. He reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently. "You don’t have to be like that. I don’t care what they think, and I love you, Y/N. I love you just as you are."

The words hit you like a wave, and for a second, you’re stunned, unsure if you even heard him right. You finally turn to look at him, eyes wide and wet with tears. “You…what?” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“I love you. I don’t need you to change. I just need you to be you.” he says quietly, brushing a tear from your cheek.

You can’t hold back anymore. Before you know it, you’re leaning in, and he meets you halfway, your lips connecting in a kiss that’s both soft and desperate, full of all the words you haven’t said until now. It’s messy, tear-soaked, but perfect in its own way.

When you finally pull back, you feel lighter, like the weight of the night has finally lifted. Alex looks at you, smiling gently, his forehead resting against yours. "Come on," he says softly. "Let’s go inside."

You step inside your apartment, the familiar warmth of the space does little to ease the tension still coiled in your chest. You shrug off your jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair, when Alex’s voice breaks the silence.

“Can you tell me what they said? who said it?” he asks quietly, his concern laced with curiosity.

Instantly, your chest tightens, and it’s like the walls around you are closing in. Your breath catches in your throat, heart pounding harder with each passing second.

You feel the anxiety creep up, that familiar suffocating grip tightening around your lungs. The room starts to blur as your thoughts spiral out of control.

Should you tell him? The words echo in your mind, battling each other. If you tell him, will it change the way he sees you? Will he think less of you for caring so much?

The doubt swirls faster, like a storm you can’t escape. You stare at the floor, chewing your lip, suddenly hyperaware of every noise, every breath, even the weight of his gaze on you. What if saying it out loud makes it more real?

“Y/N?” Alex's voice cuts through the fog, pulling you back into the moment. You blink, still unsure whether you should say it or not. “I dunno…” you trail off, your voice shaky and uncertain.

He steps closer, gently cupping your face in his hands. “you can tell me,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, trying to comfort you, to bring you back to him.

You take a deep breath, the words finally tumbling out, almost too quietly. “They were just saying… you were doing charity work with me. That you’re supposed to be dating a model.” The second it’s out, you feel exposed, the harshness of it hanging in the air between you.

Alex sighs deeply, but instead of pulling away, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “You know that’s bollocks, right?” he asks softly, his voice steady against your ear.

You shrug, feeling small, like those words still cling to you. “It is,” he repeats, this time with more conviction, pulling you tighter into his chest. “I don’t care what they think and you shouldn’t either.”

For a moment, the weight of his embrace makes everything else fade. His words settle over you like a blanket, calming the storm in your mind, and as you rest your head against him, the anxiety loosens its grip just a little.

apologies for this being so emo.

[luvpooks]

Draco Malfoy x Male reader

<songfic>

Young and in love

Summary: Draco Malfoy was his happiness, nothing can stop them from being close to one another.

Are you sick of me?

(M/n) was currently sitting in his bed wait for the love of his life, Draco Malfoy to show up.

Though, without even needing temptation, he started to overthink about their entire relationship.

Draco was known not to be the most touchy person with good reason. But, (M/n) couldn't help but to think it was because Draco didn't like him like how he did.

Would you like to be?

He knew Draco loved him. He definitely knew that.

But it didn't help that (M/n) couldn't help but to hear the tiny voice in his head, telling him no one loved him.

Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door.

(M/n) got up from his bed and walked over to the door and turned down the handle.

On the other side he saw Draco staring at him.

(M/n) couldn't help but smile at him.

"Hey, Dray."

"Hi, (M/n/n)" He smiled.

In trying to tell you something.

"Are you gonna keep standing there?" (m/n) questioned.

Draco perked up."Well, i could but i would prefer to go inside."

Something that i already said.

(M/n) allowed Draco in and closed to door behind him.

Soon enough, they both walked to the bed and laid against the headboard.

They had nights like this pretty frequently.

They just laid back and had normal quiet conversations just enjoying each others company.

(M/n) laid in Draco's chest messing with his rings on his hands, quietly tracing the designs on each of them.

You like a pretty boy,

Draco spoke about his time with Snape as earlier he had a detention with him from messing around with Potter.

with a pretty voice.

"You make me so happy, Draco." (M/n) stated.

Draco looked down and said, "Is that so?"

"Of course, you the love of my life." (m/n) grinned.

"You know what we should do?" M/n continued.

Draco smiled," And what is that?"

"We should go out riding or just walk around. It isn't incredibly late so we should be good." m/n answered.

Who's trying to sell you something.

Something that you already have.

They had gotten dressed in hoodies and sweatpants due to it being winter.

They walked out of the castle and walked tot he forbidden forest.

Another thing they did quite frequently.

They walked to a little place they had deep in the forest and had enchantments placed around it for extra protection.

But if you're too drunk to drive,

and the music is right,

she might let you stay,

but just for the night.

(M/n) grabbed Draco's hands and pulled him up.

"Oh lord, (m/n) what crazy idea do you have in your head." Draco asked cautiously.

"Let's dance, it'll be fun." (m/n) said in a singsong kind of voice.

And if she drags you along,

she might want a kiss,

before the end of this song.

They slowly swayed to the endless amount of songs that were playing.

Because love can burn like a cigarette,

and leave you alone with nothing.

and leave you along with nothing.

Nothing could ruin this moment for them.

They are in love, almost obsessed with eachother.

No one can ruin it- not Potter, not Snape, not even Voldemort.

While the others talk,

we were listening to lovers rock,

in her bedroom,

in her bedroom.

They looked up to each other, just smiling.

And if you start to kiss,

and the record flips,

flip it over,

and sit a little closer.

They kissed, a long, loving kiss.

They weren't the best with their words but god, when the moment came they were good with their actions.

They were young and in love.

And nothing could change that.

[slytherinbangchan]

Inked Dreams (NCT Dream Tattoo Artist!Au) (M)

Chap 6 out of 6 -> Second arc: Tattoo apprentice Park Jisung x tattoo artist female reader.

>>Inked Dream's Chap 1 here

Summary: A NCT Dream Tattooist!Au where the Dreamies are college's heartthrobs and most likely will steal your heart whenever you less expect it.

Cute, "shy" but very hot, flirty Jisung. A deadly combo, I promise.

This chap contains smut!🔞💕

Inked Dreams Masterlist~ Blog's Masterlist~

[2nd Arc: Seven Days. ("A Week" 없어.)🐹 Chap 6. (2nd Arc Finale)]

Your heart flutters as you see Jisung appearing at the shop. You didn't expect him to come by since you made sure to have a propper good bye last night and he definitely has classes to attend in the morning. But there he is. “What are you doing here, dummy?” You ask, hurrying to jump in his arms, and he gladly catches you. Ah... You almost feel like crying. Can't believe you were so sad already about not being able to see him for just two days. “I know we said good bye last night, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, I had to leave class and see you.” He says and you pout and squeeze him in a hug. “Can I stay with you until your friend picks you up?” He asks and you nod then peck his lips a thousand times.

Jisung sits on the break room and you on his lap while you work on some design. “So you don't have any appoinments?” He asks, as he distractedly make his fingers walk up your back, playing, and you shake your head. “No, when I start tattooing I don't know exactly when I'm going to finish, so I couldn't risk it since my friend is picking me up.” You explain and he silently nods even if you can't see him. His fingers now running down, caressing your arm, making you smile, but still focussed on your drawing. He sits up a bit to rest his chin on your shoulder and watch you draw. You can feel his soft breathing on your neck before he leaves a peck there, then his arms around your waist, hugging you closer. “Noona...” He calls you, and you finally stop drawing as his hands climb up your chest, squeezing your tits, and you feel his boner against your butt. “J-Jisung...” You call him as he leaves a soft bite on your neck. “Mhm?” He answers. “We fucked for hours last night...” You tell him and he smiles against your skin. “Mhm~” He says. “And I could do it all over again right now.” He whispers before biting your ear softly, and you fight yourself not to moan outloud. “Can I, noona..? I'm so hard...” He begs, making your heart flutter, and your eyes shift to the break room's door. “I'll close the door.” You say, blushing for not being able to even try to resist him, and leave his lap to lock the door. He's already standing behind you when you turn around. You gasp as you bump into his chest and he chuckles softly before leaning over and pecking your lips.

His hands distractedly going down your arms, then your hips, thighs, and finally up again under your skirt to pull down your panties. You step out of them and he unbuttons his pants as you meet his lips again. Another gasp as he suddenly picks you up and brings you to the wall, resting your weight on it as he slides inside of you.

He starts thrusting into you right away, and you can only bite your lips in an attempt to keep your moans down. God, you're so horny right now. Can't believe this is the same guy who was too shy to even look at you when you first met.

“Faster.” You ask in a moan, and he groans before speeding up. You can only hope your coworker and her client can't hear you over the music playing at the shop, but honestly, you don't really care much about that. You just want to feel Jisung closer, hear his deep voice calling you as he cums. You want it right now, and if someone else happens to hear him, if they're listening... Well, then they can. You couldn't care less. You'd fuck him anywhere, he just has to ask. That's how addicted you are to his entire self.

“Jisung-ah...” You moan softly as you feel your orgasm about to burst, and he picks up the pace once again. His breathing against your skin, the grasp on your thighs, the bites and kisses on your neck, his deep voice everytime a moan scapes him. Everything is just too much, your heart couldn't be racing anymore. You hold onto him as you reach your high, moaning in his ear as quietly as you manage to, triggering his own release. He groans, keeping your heart racing as he finishes.

You peck his lips and he smiles before sweetely pecking yours back a couple times. Your heart is beating so hard for him. If he'd decided to deepen the kiss this time, you don't think you'd have the will to stop him. But the door knob moves before anything else happens, startling you both, and Jisung pulls out of you immediately. “Y/n? Are you here? Why is this closed?” Your coworker asks as you both fix your clothes. “J-Just a minute... I had to... Change my clothes.” You say as Jisung does his best to clean the cum that's slightly running down your thigh. “Oh, okay.” She answers. Sounds like she's clueless so far. You're definitely blushing when you finally open the door though. She looks at you both with a confused expression as she walks in, then she stops in the middle of the room to sniff the air and turns back to look at you. “Did you two just have sex here?” She asks, making Jisung blush even more if possible. “I.... Yes.” You simply admit, and she takes a second to react but she laughs. “Damn. Okay... Lucky.” She says as she checks Jisung out, and you scoff as you smile, holding Jisung by his wrist and taking him out of the break room.

You sit on his lap again, this time astride him and peck his lips a couple times. “I wanna take you with me.” You tell him, cupping his face, and he giggles. “Take me.” He says, making you pout. “I can't. But I so wanna.” You tell him and he chuckles. “Why? Don't laugh.” You pout again, but he just can't stop smiling. “Whyy?” You insist and he shakes his head. “I'm just happy.” He says, but you keep pouting. “Noona wants to be with me, I'm happy.” He explains a bit better as he slightly combs your hair back with his fingers, and you blush. He bites back a smile seeing your rosy cheeks and pecks your nose. “I love you.” He says, staring at you lovingly, and your heart skips a beat. “Y/n!! Why wouldn't you answer your phone??” Your friend asks as she storms in the shop. “Let's go! I couldn't find anywhere to park and my car is literally in the middle of the street.” She hurries you and you can only look at Jisung for a second who motions you to go with your friend. “I'll call you later.” You tell him and he nods as he smiles before meeting your lips.

Ah, your heart hurts. You didn't want to say “I love you” back while rushing out the shop, but now you didn't say it at all. “What's wrong?” Your friend asks as she drives. “I'm sorry I hurried you while I was panicking about the car earlier. Are you mad at me?” She asks and you sigh. “Nah, I get that... Don't worry about it.” You say as you stare at your phone. Should you text him? But what will you say? You don't want to just text him that. It's the first time you say it! He did it in person so you want to do the same. You sigh again and your friend chuckles. “Okay, something is going on definitely.” She says and you roll your eyes as you smile. “It's just a silly thing, don't worry about it.” You tell her. “Does it have anything to do with that guy at the shop?” She asks, smirking, and you chuckle softly. “Yeah, but really, it's nothing.” You tell her and she sighs, finally giving up. “Oh!! By the way... Wooyoung will be at the birthday party tonight.” She says. “Yeah? I pierced his ear just yesterday.” You tell her and she smiles. “Do you think he went to your shop just to see you?” She asks and you scoff. “Well, I'm very good with piercings.” You say. “I assume you two are getting along then.” She distractedly asks. “Sure. We didn't have a bad breakup, we just went separate ways.” You say. “Ah, I see. He didn't talk much about it so we really didn't know a lot. But I'm glad to hear it wasn't an ugly breakup.” She says and you think about it for a minute. Renjun told you he hadn't seen Wooyoung around campus in a long time after you splited up, but that he would bump into him at parties constantly, and now your friend tells you he never really talked about your breakup? Really?? Wooyoung? Well... Whatever, you brokeup at least five months ago, he's probably feeling all better now.

You eat a quick lunch as soon as you get to your friend's house and start working on the tattoo design with your friend's boyfriend. “Yeah, that detail would look cool at first but it'll get lost with time, are you okay with that?” You ask and he thinks for a second. “Yeah, whatever. As long as it looks cool for a bit.” He laughs and you nod and smile as you draw.

“Okay, all settled.” You say as you finish planning everything out for tomorrow. “Nice, now let's get ready for the party!” Your friend says, taking you to her room so you help her out with her outfit. You're having fun just being with them, but honestly, you could take a nap after all that thinking and drawing. “Yeah, that looks really good.” You chuckle as she spins to show you her outfit, giving her a thumbs up. “Great! Should I shower first or?” She asks and you nod. “Definitely, I'm gonna rest for a bit in the meantime.” You tell her and she happily nods before leaving. You walk to the guest room and just lie in bed to check your phone.

Ah, so cute. You were worried he'd feel awkward after you didn't say I love you back, but he seems fine. You're still a bit worried about it anyway. Guess it can't be helped until you actually hear his voice later or see him tomorrow.

~

~

“Noona! Let's take a pic for old times.” Wooyoung says as he sits next to you on the couch, already with his phone pointing at you two, and you just pose. “Promise you won't post it if I look ugly.” You tell him and he laughs. “Of course not, noona. You always look good in my eyes though.” He says and you scoff. “Shut up, let me see it then. I'll delete it.” You say, trying to get his phone, but he just laughs and raises his arm so you can't reach it. “Ugh, whatever.” You say and he chuckles softly as he checks the pic. “You look good, idiot. See?” He asks, showing the pic at you. “Hmm. Okay, I guess it's fine.” You tell him and he just scoffs as he smiles. “How's your piercing?” You ask. “Aw, are you worried about me, noona? Did you get tired of that other guy?” He asks and you scoff and roll your eyes. “Forget it.” You say, trying to stand up, but he stops you. “Oh my god, I'm just kidding, sit down.” He chuckles. “It's good. You did a great job, like always. Why do you think I went to your shop?” He asks. “Did you think I was dying to see Renjun or something?” He laughs and you can't help but laughing too. “Well, I'm glad you're doing good.” You say, maybe speaking more in a general way better than just refering to his piercing, and he smiles softly. “Yeah... I'm glad to see you're doing good too.”

~

The rest of the party is simply like any other party would be. Lots of drunk people, some dancing, some just chatting, some playing games. You have fun, but alcohol only makes you miss Jisung even more. You get so emotional everytime you drink. Luckily enough someone suggest at some point to move the party somewhere else and almost everyone follows, others just go home. “Y/n, aren't you coming too?” Your friend asks as she notices you trying to sneak out to your room. “But I'm so tired.” You frown and she does too. “I'm sorry but I'll have to work on your boyfriend's tattoo tomorrow for so many hours...” You say and she sighs. “No, you're right. Sorry.” She says before hugging you. “We had plenty of fun already anyway.” She says as she smiles and you smile too. “Make yourself at home, I'll see you in the morning.” She says, hugging you again before leaving.

Woah, you can't believe this. They all left! You're so happy.

You get in the bathroom to take a quick shower before changing your clothes to something more comfy. “Whoops, still drunk.” You say outloud as you almost fall while getting in your shorts, then you finally sit down on bed and take your phone. Your heart beating faster as you wait for the call to start.

“Hi, noona.” Jisung answers in a soft tone and you automatically pout. “Jisung-ah.” You call his name and he chuckles. “Oh? Are you drunk, noona?” He asks. “Mhm~ Just a little.” You admit and he chuckles again. “Mhm, I see. Did you have fun then? I saw the pictures.” He says and you take a moment to remember. “Oh? Wooyoung's ones?” You ask. “Mhm, he posted a lot.” He says and you chuckle. “Yeah, he always does. I didn't know you followed him.” You say and he bites back a smile on the other side of the call. “Well, yeah... I didn't.” He giggles. “But I knew you wouldn't post pics and someone told me he was there and I wanted to see you so... I took a peek at his profile.” He explains and you pout again. He doesn't sound upset or mad about you not saying “I love you” back this morning and that's mostly a relief. “I want to see you too.” You tell him and he chuckles softly. “I'd facetime you but I'm lying in bed surrounded by darkness.” He chuckles again and you do too. You could already tell he was, cause his voice sounds even deeper when he calls while lying down for some reason. “Nah, me too, don't worry. Also I'm sure I don't look my best right now.” You chuckle and he scoffs. “Nonsense.” He says and you laugh softly again. “Well, just send me a pic later.” You tell him, making him giggle. “We are back to me now?” He asks. “Mhm! I want a cute sleepy selca.” You cutely demand and he bites back a smile. “Ah... Noona... Why are you so far away right now?” He asks and you chuckle. “I'm not that far away, dummy.” You tell him and he clicks his tongue and sighs. “You totally are. But I'll be good and wait patiently for you to come back.” He says, making your heart flutter. “I'm even taking extra care of my tongue.” He adds, making you smile. “Yeah? Are you hoping I'll praise you so much when I see you?” You jokingly ask and he scoffs. “I'm hoping you kiss me.” He says, confidently. Making your heart flutter again. You bite back a smile before answering. “Mhm, I really hope so too.”

Your phone buzzes again after a bit and you answer the call pouting. “Noona, you didn't text back. Are you really crying?” Jisung asks. “Mhm, kinda... But don't worry. It's cause I'm drunk and you're so cute and I miss you.” You say. “Also I really don't feel like working so many hours straight tomorrow. Much less if you won't be around.” You explain and he pouts too even if you can't see him. He doesn't know what to say though, he really just wants to hug you and make you feel all better. “I'm sorry that you have to work so much tomorrow, noona. Honestly you just have to ask and I'll have one of the hyungs drive me there.” He says and you chuckle softly. “Mhm~ Thank you, baby. I feel better just knowing you would do that.” You tell him, making his heart flutter, but he doesn't say anything. “Ah... Did you fall asleep, Jisung-ah?” You ask, kinda blushing. “You called me baby...” He shyly says, ignoring your question, and making you blush even more. “Mhm~ D-Did you hate it?” You ask, a tiny bit worried he did, but he chuckles. “I loved it.” He softly says. “Mhm~.” You say as you feel your heart beating for him. “Jisung... Can you just... Talk to me until I fall asleep? I... Really don't feel like saying good night today.” ~

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You wake up next day with your phone still on your hand and your heart skips a beat as you hurry to check if you're still in a call, but it sinks as you realize your phone is dead. Ah... Jisung... You hope he fell asleep before your phone died so he didn't think you hung up on him.

You sigh and force yourself out of bed to look for your charger in the backpack you brought. You check your texts, then you leave to get some breakfast. Jisung didn't text so he's probably still asleep. Ah... You blush lightly as you think of how emo and needy you were feeling last night.

“Hey, are you ready?” You ask your friend's boyfriend and he kinda grunts. “I haven't slept at all.” He chuckles. “But yeah, of course I'm ready.” He says. “Cool, I'll prepare the stencil.” You happily say. You don't know where you're getting the energy but extrangely enough, it's there. “Do you like this song? You can play whatever you like better.” He says, and a smile draws on your face as you realize why you were feeling happier all of a sudden. “Nah, I like this one.” You tell him. And of course you do, Jisung spends his days humming it.

Your friend appears a couple hours later in a zombie mood and stays like that until lunch time. You have a lot of work ahead so you eat as quickly as you can and go back to the tattoo machine. The hours just go by like that until you finally find yourself in your friend's car driving to your house. “Hey, if you want I can drive you to that party too.” She offers. “I'd still have to go home first anyway though. To leave the equipment and change my clothes.” You explain. “Yeah, I'll definitely drive you, girl. C'mon. You did such an amazing job with my boyfriend's present. It's the least I could do.” She insist and you think about it for a moment. You told Jisung like 10 minutes ago that you probably wouldn't show at the party cause you're dead tired, but you haven't said a definitive “no” yet, so you agree and allow your friend to drive you.

Ah, you're so tired. Your arms and wrists hurt. But you change your outfit as quickly as you can not to make your friend wait for too long, and then head downstairs to jump in her car again. You feel kinda giddy for some reason. Guess you're excited to see Jisung. Maybe cause this is kind of a surprise since you haven't told him yet that you were already in the city or that you've finally decided to go to his party.

“Woah, so loud.” Your friend says as you approach the guys's house. You can't even see it quite yet but you can definitely hear the music. “Y/n, isn't that the guy from the shop?” She asks, and your heart skips a beat as you see Jisung leaning on the bus stop. “Yes.” You say, with a smile on your face. “You can drop me there.” You tell your friend and she nods as you grab your purse. “Wait, a girl just walked over the bus stop too.” Your friend says, stopping before getting closer, and you both watch them for a second. Your heart suddenly stops at the way that girl talks to Jisung. They're far enough for you not to be able to hear them though. You get out the car, leaving the door open behind and your friend just stays watching everything. He's not facing you, only the girl is, but she hasn't even noticed someone else is approaching them.

(TW: Violence. Only in the next short paragraph)

“What are you doing here? Come back inside!!” She whines as she pulls from his hoodie's sleeve. “You haven't paid attention to me at all tonight.” She pouts and Jisung clicks his tongue. “Please, leave me alone, I'm already seeing someone.” He says, shaking his arm so she'd let go, and the change in her expression is instant. “So you kiss me and now you pretend nothing happened?” She says, and your heart stops once again just at the same time your feet do. “What are you talking about? I kissed you cause of a dare in a party two months ago.” He says, and finally the girl notices you standing behind him. “Can't you see we're talking here?” She asks you and he turns around to see who she is talking to. “Noona...” He says, then he turns around to look at the girl again. “Please, just leave.” He asks her, and her expression changes again... She looks so pissed. She grunts and slaps him in the face before any of you can even react. You can't believe what just happened. “Motherfucker.” She says, and Jisung clicks his tongue, visibly annoyed. “Yeah, okay. Fuck off already and leave me alone.” He simply tells her as he carefully pokes his injured cheek, and the girl shows him the middle finger as she walks away.

You look at him as he opens and closes his mouth, still taking in the pain from that slap, and your eyes meet. At first you feel so sorry for him but, at some point you both just can't help but chuckling a bit. “Is this what you meant when you said you weren't a heartbreaker intentionally?” You ask and he scoffs. “Yeah, I guess so.” He says, sitting down on the bus stop bench, and you follow him to stand between his legs. “Let me see it.” You ask him, sweetely pushing away his hand to see his face. “It doesn't look too bad.” You say before pecking his lips, and he hisses. “It hurts though.” He says, caressing your thighs from behind. “I'm sorry this happened to you, baby.” You tell him and he smiles softly before looking for your lips again. You smile too, leaning over to meet his. He sighs, a bit bummed still, making you chuckle. “What is iiit? Apart from the obvious thing.” You ask, and he scoffs as he smiles. “Nothing I'm just...” He sighs again. “I've been dying to kiss you properly since forever but... It seems like the Universe is completely against it.” He says, and you bite your lip, trying not to smile. “You kinda did the piercing one to yourself.” You tease, and he scoffs as he smiles. “Yeah, I guess I did.” He admits, pulling you closer to him, and you sit astride him. His eyes on yours as you softly brush your nose against his. “I missed you.” He says, with your faces still close. “No. I missed you.” You tell him, making him chuckle softly, and your heart swoons. “I love you.” You finally say, and he bites back a smile as he just simply stares at you lovingly for a second. “I love you.” He says, too. Making your heart flutter once again. “Can I kiss you?” He asks. You bite your lower lip as you think about it. “I don't know if you can or not anymore...” You tell him as you close the distance between you two again. “But I really fucking hope you do.” You tell him, chuckling softly by the end of it, and he scoffs as he smiles before meeting your lips.

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Epilogue: “What were you doing at the bus stop anyway?” You ask Jisung as you distractedly sway his hand while you walk towards the house. “I was waiting for the bus to go to your house and wait for you there.” He explains and you chuckle softly. “Sweetie, I don't think there are buses running this late.” You tell him and he blushes. “I know that, I was just drunk when I first got there so I didn't realize.” He explains, but it only makes you chuckle more. “Oh my god, you're too cute.” You tell him, squeezing his hand, and he huffes and looks away, still embarrassed. “Woah...” He suddenly says, as something catches his attention, and you follow his eyes to see Mark talking to some girl outside. “What? Who's that?” You ask. “That's Haechan's girlfriend's roommate.” He says. “Oh, sure.” You say and he scoffs as he smiles, then waves at Mark and that girl. They look kinda awkward though. “Weird.” Jisung says. “I haven't seen her in a while.” He tells you, but you're trying so hard not to stare at them so they don't feel as awkward. “Let's just go inside.”

A lot of people stare at you two as soon as you step into the house and you stare back until they look away, making Jisung chuckle. You also bump into Chenle, who's heading upstairs with some girl. It takes you a little while finding the others cause they're kinda scattered. But you end up chatting in a group with Jisung, Jaemin, Haechan and his girlfriend, and Jeno. “There's hyung.” Haechan points out as Mark approaches the group. He looks tired, just as one does after thinking or talking about the same thing for too long. “Yo...” He says, shaking Haechan's hand. “Just so you know, hyung, there was definitely someone fucking in your room. I heard them like ten minutes ago.” Haechan chuckles. “Bathroom too, but you should have locked your room, that's an amateur host's mistake.” He says and Mark scoffs. “ Ah well, you should know, right?” Mark playfully teases, hitting Haechan's arm softly. “As the first person who loves fucking in other people's rooms. Or should I say closets?” He laughs and the others do too. Haechan is about to say something but his girlfriend smiles and speaks first. “You sure you want to talk about rooms and what happened inside them while someone was fucking in a closet?” She teases too, and Mark blushes profusely. The way Haechan just burst into laughter makes almost everyone else laugh too even though they're not sure what she was talking about.

Jaemin is not laughing at all though, you're not sure he's even paying attention. He looks... Upset, so you subtly tug from his t-shirt and he looks at you. “What's wrong?” You silently mouth, and he sighs and looks upstairs for a second before shaking his head in a dissmisive way. But you can't help but keep thinking about it. You stare at the stairs for a minute until a girl rushes downstairs and looks around frantically once she's at the last step, meeting Jaemin's eyes behind you. You turn around to look at him, he's staring at her too as if he wanted to talk to her. Then his eyes shift a little, and you turn around again to find what made him look somewhere else. Your heart skips a beat as you see Renjun walking down the stairs too. The girl is gone now though. You look at Jaemin again, confused, and he sighs, still looking at Renjun. “Let's go grab a drink, noona.” He distractedly tells you before looking at you, and you nod and pull from Jisung's sleeve to kiss him before leaving with Jaemin.

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Chap5🐹

[violetscharcoal]

Backstage tour from Idol cheslock!

(m/f, pronounce aren't mentioned, smut)

notes: collab with @hantaslittlearsonist !!!

It started as just regular admiration. You saw some videos online of him and thought he was hot and made cool music! so you started listening to his songs in the bus, during walks and just while doing anything to be honest!

So when there was a concert announced in your area you were excited! You got some tickets for you and your friends! Because of course your parents still won't let you go alone to concerts… 

But now you're getting ready with your friends! You sit in her room while doing your makeup, just a simple winged eyeliner with eyeshadow and black lipstick! Simple… right? Nope! It’s now at least the seventh time you tried it! Your eyeliner keeps being wonky or not even at both sides! So eventually you get fed up and throw the pencil to the other side of the room. Your friend takes notice and sighs, walks over and picks it up for you. “Let me do it…” she mumbles and sits down before you, getting close to you and starts doing your makeup. You hold in your breath as she works, feeling her fingers carefully glide over your sensitive skin. After a minute or two you look back in the mirror, your eyeliner looks amazing! "Thank bae.” you tell her, using your nickname for her. You stand up and look at your outfit.

“Is it too plain?” You think out loud, forgetting about the other person in the room. “Let me help you!” Your friend spoke as she gave you a belt, you put it on and it indeed made you look better! She suddenly comes up behind you and moves your skirt to be higher, showing off your thighs more. You gasp and look in the mirror again,“Isn't this too short?..” you mumble nervously. “Do you want guys to notice you or not?” she speaks in defense, you sign, not having an argument back so you're just accepting it… 

So now you're at the concert! You're at the front, you can almost touch the stage! Cheslock enters the stage. He performs a few songs, during them you can feel him staring at you, even going as far as giving you a few winks. Of course you're mesmerized by it but see it as nothing more than just fanservice! because that’s it… right? Time skip to the end of the concert, you walk around looking for your friend, but she's nowhere to be seen. You stand still to grab your phone out of your purse, but then you feel a hand grabbing your ass. You freeze up in shock, then you hear a familiar voice speak, “Do you want a backstage tour?”. 

Your idol, or rather celebrity crush is standing behind you, groping your ass, offering you private time with him? How could you refuse? So you nod. He moves his hand over to your hip, leading you to a secret door near the stage. You go in and see a few crew people but it's pretty calm. just people cleaning everything up after the performance. Cheslock takes your hand and leads you to his dressing room…

As soon as you come in he closes the door, you yelp from the loud noise. Put that quickly gets forgotten as you get pinned against the vanity table in the room. You feel his hand go under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “You're a really big fan, eh?” the popstar speaks in a soft voice, much different from his usual screaming in his songs. You nod again, too flushed to give a proper answer, you slowly feel his other hand creep up on your thigh. “Did you wear a dress this short for me? My darling." Cheslock spoke, his hand slowly touching your panties. “we better get rid of those soon mh?”. 

You gasp in shock, but he just sees it as an invitation. He pulls them off, sliding them all the way down over your heels. He smells them and puts them in his pocket. “A small keepsake from meeting my biggest fan!” he smirks and looks you deep in your eyes. But really he's just distracting you from how he's slowly spreading your legs. You have no time to react as he already shoves one finger in you. A moan leaves your mouth before you even notice it. Cheslock scoffs and puts another finger in. “You're just a little slut, aren’t you?” he spits out, but your honestly getting fuck too hard to respond. All the more reason for him to put in a third finger! “Cheslock… please, I’m close!” you moan out, the first thing you’ve said to your idol… 

But of course after you said that he stops, he takes his now slimy finger out of you and stares at them for a moment, then he puts them into his mouth. “mh salty! Do you drink enough water, sweetheart?” Cheslock says, leaving you embarrassed. He glares at you, “oh you want my cock now… don’t you?”. He raises an eyebrow but then does his usual cocky grin. “I suppose I’ll let you get a taste of it!”. He unzips his leather pants from his performance outfit, he whips out his erect dick from his underwear. It was massive indeed… You heard online about him hooking up with fan girls, you never expected him to choose you! But still whenever you heard the stories you couldn’t help but feel jealous! The fan girls were definitely right about his cock being big… He lines it up with your wet cunt, but before he puts it in tho, he looks up at you. “Do you wanna get fuck by your absolute favorite popstar? "My little slut?” He says, looking up ‘innocently’ at you. You have no other choice but to accept! So you nod, and he slowly starts pushing it in. You start moaning again. He is fully in after a bit, “Do you want me to start moving, darling?”, he smirks, not listening to your answer and just starts doing it already. You feel your previous orgasm coming close again, he hits you in all the right spots! So it's understandable when you reach your climax fairly early. You let out one loud pathetic moan, hoping none of his crew people will hear from outside his dressing room. Either way! You're still pushed against his vanity, and now creaming on his cock. He starts to laugh, out of amusement. “You really are a whore for me?  Huh…", he looks at you with a sadistic smile. You lean onto him, feeling good but also quite uncomfortable after your orgasm. He does hold you but lets go after a bit, letting you fall onto the ground. Hurting your already weak knees even more. You look up at him, confused. “You still need to make me cum, gorgeous.” he purrs at you. He grabs your hair thighly and pulls at it, guiding your mouth to his dick. So you do the only thing you can do in this situation, sucking it. Gently sliding it  into your mouth, using your saliva as a sort of lube. You reach the base and pull back a bit again to let your tongue play around with his tip. Cheslock groans, and also finally reaches his climax, cumming into your mouth. He pulls out of your mouth and looks down at you. “swallow it up sweetheart!” he says with a breathy voice, his mind dizzy. You do as he says and gulp down his seed. He lets you stand up again. "Alright, time for you to go now!”, he quickly says, reminding you that he has absolutely no actual romantic interest in you. You were just a toy for him to use for a few minutes! And nothing more! :) 

[themarginalthinker]

The Band au

(Kinda just what it says on the tin. This intro was jammed about a month ago and thanks to the drabble from yesterday, we decided it needed a little more context lol. The Boys are a modern (2017) punk metal band, and this is the first time Michael meets them :> )

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Michael was sure that Sam was just making him drive to this club so that he could get smashed with his boyfriend. 

Or handsy, or whatever teenagers did when they went to indie concerts. He'd never even heard of the bands playing tonight, so he's basically doomed to listening to club music sober for the whole night. 

It's a normal punky night club (not that Michael is really aware of what those look like), dimly lit with pulsing light and already crowded with people. Sam almost immediately abandoned him to go hang out with his cadet-wannabe boyfriend. 

At least they were having fun. 

The music is nothing special, two bands he doesn't know play their sets. Basically identical pop-punk nonsense. He's at least 75% sure that one of them was just a cover band. And then the MC steps up to announce the headliners. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, how we feeling tonight?"

The crowd roars. 

"Excellent! Well, I hope you're ready for the main event! The group of miscreants who will show you their dark Neverland, who will never grow up and never die, please welcome to the stage, The Lost Boys!"

Wild cheers and applause erupt from the audience. Whoever these guys are, they're popular with the crowd. The band appears on stage. Four members, all dressed like they're from different eras of punk. Guitar, bass, keys and drums. It looks.. standard. 

And then they start playing.

What begins playing is. Not something Michael expects to come out of this group, not with what the club has been pedaling for the first sets. 

The lights go down, and whatever light design they'd come up with for their opener was. A lot more advanced than any other group so far. It started dark, but as the drums kicked in, a low, pulsing beat, the bass plucking a quick, steady hum atop it, the lead starts singing and the lights spill down onto him, dim, but illuminating his and the other's faces as if in a low flame. 

He starts singing. 

It's...definitely not something Michael expects. Slower, following the beat of the bass and drums, almost like reading the words as poetry rather than singing. The keys send out timed notes, discordant, but always in just the right places to make one feel surprised, startled even. Like being jumped in the dark. 

"Last fire will rise, behind those eyes, black house will rock," 

And then, the lights shift, suddenly flooding the stage in a deep, hellish red. The band's clothing casts them in shadow, and they all join in for the final line of the first verse, a single voice. 

"Blind boys don't lie!" 

The crowd...well. Michael can't really say it’s explosive, but the crowd can’t seem to contain their excitement that they must have been saving up for this. The Boys have their undivided attention. 

They’ve certainly captured his. 

The song goes on, and Michael watches. Listens. The music itself almost feels like something from a different time. An era just past, just like their clothing. The lead is the guitarist as well, carrying the melody with the wild-haired, tall bassist. The key dude (who looks like a patchwork eclectic nightmare) joins in to the harmonies. It's. Bizzare, but Michael can't help but sway along to the thumping, lulling beat, the lyrics twisted and dark. 

Eventually, it ends, and the lead takes his bow, peroxide-white hair flashing under the stage lights letting up. There's more, but Michael is temporarily distracted from his reverie by Sam scooting up to him.

"Hey!" Sam says over the noise.

"Hi," Michael responds. "Where's your guy?" 

Sam rolls his eyes. (They're a little dilated. Shit, Michael hopes it's not more than a few drinks...) 

"He went to hide in the bathroom for a while. He says he doesn't like this group."

"Mm. I think your boyfriend has bad taste. They're the best ones I've heard tonight."

"If you like metal, I guess."

"Sammy, that was not metal." He's not even sure what to call it, except maybe mesmerizing.  

His brother just shrugs. 

"Well, whatever it is, they're kind of intense and Alan isn't into it. He says the lights bug his eyes. Also I'm out of cash, can I borrow a twenty?"

"No, you may not. I think you've had enough to drink."

"God Mike, don't be a buzzkill!"

"Yeah, no. You're definitely not getting that twenty. Go sulk with your boyfriend and calm down a little."

Sam grumbled, but ambled off. Michael just shook his head and kept sipping the (overpriced, even for a smaller venue, if he was honest) cola he'd ordered. Sam had gone from a generally okay kid to something of a rowdy older teen. Michael understood, really. Highschool was still just as shitty as he remembered it being, even if it was your senior year, and their mother had been harping juuuust a tad on Sammy to get into a good college. 

Michael winces a little as he accidentally swallows a bubble. 

…College. Not smart enough for scholarships, too unfocused for a major anyway. Michael mostly stuck around the house these days, writing idly between his few odd jobs. 

He hopes that Sam actually did listen to his mother in this respect. Got to get the hell out of their hometown, got out there, saw things, have a fucking life. Hell, he was already ahead of the game - Michael certainly wouldn't have come to a place like this on his own. He should probably thank Sam for convincing him later. 

Michael certainly isn't doing anything else productive with his time.

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The group eventually, unfortunately, finishes their set, and Michael cheers along with the crowd in seeing them off the stage. Nothing else they played had quite been at the level of the opener, but the sound of each song was buzzing in Michael's brain. So...distinct. It was all their own creation. He wondered if they'd posted any of their stuff online. 

Maybe he should ask.

He expects the band to disappear backstage. All the others had. 

Except that's not what happens, because he spots the lead singer (dressed down, but that bleach blond hair is a dead giveaway) Leaning against the bar a few feet away. He's got a drink in his hand, a dark red that almost looks black in the dim light. 

When his eyes meet Michael’s, they’re the palest blue that Michael has ever seen.

[kindh3art3d]

catch me part 4 (final) - jvke fanfic

I still couldn't believe Jake was here.

I followed him as he silently led me outside, his shoulders looked tense under his white button-up shirt.

God, he looked better than I remember.

The spring air was cold tonight, I was unprepared for it to be this cold. We sat down on a bench that overlooked the soccer field, I looked back to the ballroom behind us where the honors party was being held, silhouettes danced across the windows, I could hear their laughter from here.

Jake cleared his throat and I turned to face him, not realizing he had been staring at me. We looked into each others eyes for a moment, before my cowardly self turned away and I started to fidget with the hem of my dress.

We remained silent for a few moments more.

"I-I really missed you." Jake finally said, his voice a little unsteady.

I sat still, scared any movement would scare him away.

"I don't know if you've listened to my music at all, or if you even care, but-" he took a deep breath.

There was a rustling sound and suddenly a crisp piece of paper was slipped under my resting palm.

I looked at him, and then down at the note.

I was scared what it would say.

But I slowly picked it up and meticulously unfolded it.

After a moment of trying to discern his messy handwriting, I realized it was song lyrics.

"Last week, been a whole year but it feel like last week

When I was your boy falling hard in the backstreets

But you were there to catch me"

"My names Jake by the way, I'm a freshman here." It felt like yesterday we met,

"Then I grew up and the sun got cloudy

Used to fill the sun on my skin

Yeah, it's sappy

That's the last time I was truly happy

So I'm asking

If I fell down right now, would you catch me?

If I fell down right now, would you?

If I fell down right now, would you catch me?

"I'm really going to miss you. I can't imagine how this summer is going to be without you." We became inseparable,

"Catch me, baby, would you catch me?

I've been hurt before

Are you sure that you're still gonna catch me?"

"Thank you for always being here for me." We fell for each other, both lying to ourselves,

"Y/N, more than anything. I need you in my life. You. Please understand that." We didn't allow ourselves to realize it before it was too late.

"If I fell down right now, would you catch me? Catch me, baby, would you catch me?"

"I'll always be with you, I promise, Y/N. I promise."

We fell apart.

As I finished reading the lyrics tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Y/N." He gently breathed out my name.

My shoulders started to violently shake as I started to sob into my hands.

He quickly came to my aid and wrapped arms around me.

He buried his head into my neck.

I craved him, I needed his touch.

I missed him, I wanted him.

I hated him, I wanted him.

No, no, shut up, don't think that!

This will never work.

It can't.

Not now, not ever.

This will only lead to heartbreak.

I fought to loosen his grip, I couldn't, shouldn't surrender to his touch.

"Jake, Jake please let me go." I said in between shaky breaths. He righted his grip,

"Please let me go!"

"No, Y/N," he suddenly pulled away, but he still firmly held me in his grip.

Staring deep into my eyes he said,

"I let you go once, and it was the biggest mistake of my life."

I tried to interject, but he interrupted me.

"I can make hit after hit, become famous, do what I love, have my name in lights, sell out every show, but it will never be enough."

My lips trembled as he spoke the words I've wanted to hear for years.

"Not until I have you."

His gaze shifted from my eyes down to my lips, as his thumb caressed my chin.

"I love you Y/N. I always have."

The short distance slowly closed between us as our lips met.

I didn't feel those promised butterflies, no it was a violent storm convulsed through my body as his one of his hands cradled my head to deepen the kiss and the other one slipped to the small of my back to bring us closer together.

I was no longer cold, the warmth I felt from him could keep me warm for a thousand winters.

Regrettably, we pulled apart, still staring into each others eyes intensely.

"Y/N, I want you more than anything. If you want to try, I want to show you everyday how much I love you."

He took my hand and pressed a gentle kiss against it.

"I don't ever want to spend another moment apart from you."

A smile grew across my lips as I felt like exploding from happiness, if it was possible to die from such joy, undoubtedly my funeral would have been planned by now.

"Jake, I love you too. I want us to try."

He smiled, something so contagious as he gave me three small kisses.

"I'm never going to grow tired of doing that"

We laughed.

This felt right.

Everything finally made sense.

Even after all these years, this was so unexpected, and yet all that love I felt for him that whole time, he felt for me too.

It was crazy, but it was perfect.

"So, I guess we're officially? You're my girlfriend?" Jake nervously chuckled, I squeezed his hand

"And I think that makes you my boyfriend." I teased him and kissed him once more.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too Jake."

—

The years passed us by quickly, I eventually found a job in the same city he lived in, as he became ever popular, writing hit after hit and eventually going on tour, not once, not twice, but four times. I became the (only) official groupie by the second tour.

We worked hard on our relationship, not everyday was perfect.

Some days we wanted to give up and go our separate ways.

But it was those kinds of days that made the good days even better.

It was on a trip to Paris when the unexpected happened.

I was leaning over the wrought-iron railing, over looking the city of lights.

Our view was astonishing, the brightness of Paris glittered against the dark hazy night sky made me tear up a little.

The wind played with my hair, as I smiled over Paris.

It was at that moment when something caught the sideline of my vision.

It was Jake, in his large dark hoodie and sweatpants, he was on a bent knee with a small box in his hand.

It took me a full moment to process what was happening.

"Y/N, would you make me the happiest man alive, and become my beautiful wife?"

I pressed a hand across my mouth as I found myself utterly speechless.

Tears fell from my eyes as I excitedly nodded.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he smiled wildly.

He slipped the simple, yet stunning ring onto my hand.

He rose up to his full height, grabbing the bottom of my chin he led me to his lips.

This is everything I ever wanted.

I couldn't ever guessed this is how my life would have turned out like,

But here I was, with the love of my life,

 I needed nothing else.

It's true in life, not every ending is a happily ever after,

"I love you."

but every moment is worth it.

"I love you too."

[musicarenagh]

Blending Introspection with EDM: The Heart Sutra (Brutal Deluxe Remix) You know when someone takes a beautiful, spiritual song and turns it into something you can dance to, but somehow keeps all the magic? That's exactly what's happening with Tallulah Rendall's "The Heart Sutra" remix. Brutal Deluxe, the producer behind this transformation, has taken Rendall's acoustic meditation and given it a club-ready makeover that actually works. Right from the start, you can tell this isn't your typical dance track. Rendall's voice floats in like incense smoke, with these gorgeous Indian-inspired vocal runs that make you feel like you're somewhere between a temple and a dance floor. But then the bass kicks in, and wow - suddenly you're moving whether you want to or not. What's really cool is how they've built the track. There's this thick, heavy bassline that gets under your skin, but above it, these ethereal synths sweep through like shooting stars. The percussion has this African-inspired groove that makes it impossible to stand still. It's like they've figured out how to make meditation move. The way the track breathes is pretty special too. Just when you think you're lost in the dance, everything pulls back, giving you these moments of pure calm before diving back into the groove. Rendall's voice - and this is where her background in sound therapy really shines - becomes almost like another instrument, weaving through the electronic elements like she was born to do this. Even with all the pulsing beats and production wizardry, there's still this incredible sense of peace running through the whole thing. It's pretty amazing how they've managed to make something that would work just as well at 3 AM in a club as it would in your headphones during a morning meditation session. Bottom line? This remix does something really special - it takes you on a journey that's both physical and spiritual. It's got the power to make you dance and make you think, sometimes in the same moment. Whether you're into deep house or just looking for something different, this track hits different. It's proof that dance music can be both fun and profound - and sometimes, that's exactly what we need. Listen to The Heart Sutra (Brutal Deluxe Remix) https://open.spotify.com/album/5bAr2WsA3bFBBv3ezEcngk?si=hp2K8vZnQZea5auiZBLJOA Follow Tallulah Rendall to Facebook Twitter Spotify Bandcamp Youtube Instagram

[holdmytesseract]

I got a Man - but I want You (18+)

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: Robert has been your best friend for quite a while. Now, you're on a party together. A heated discussion between the two of you about the 'usual topic' suddenly becomes more than just an argument...

Warnings: veeeery suggestive smut/light smut, cheating, quite a few swear words, alcohol, cigarettes, bad writing? Sorry to all the guys named Toby!

Word Count: 2,1k

a/n: Honestly, I have no idea how this one happened... I was just listening to 'You Right' by Doja Cat and saw a few pics of Dr. Laing and boom! Damn you, Hiddles - and your good looks! 😠 Nah, just kidding. I love him. 😂 I can't even tell if this is brilliant or an awful attempt at writing Robert Laing... 😅 Also, I rated it 18+, just to be on the safe side...

Tagging you guys from the Hiddles Taglist... @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814

...and a few peeps who I think might enjoy reading this - if it's even a joy to read it 😅... @michelleleewise @chantsdemarins @vbecker10 @lokisninerealms

"Stop that, please." I said annoyed, while reaching out my hand to grab the fourth - or fifth? glass of cheap champagne from the cocktail bar. "Stop what, darling?" I rolled my eyes. I was way too tipsy for having this conversation with him, but now that he set the ball rolling, it was most likely inevitable. Why couldn't he just listen to me once and do what I am asking him to do, without questioning it? "That, for example." I brushed past him, passed a lot of other party guests. We were at one of those amateur parties, they held at least four times a week. People, cigarettes, drugs and a lot of cheap alcohol.

My flight from him had been a miserable attempt to prevent the upcoming collision. It was always the same. "That what?" It was no use, of course. He followed me around like a lost puppy. Like he did so often. "Calling me 'darling' for example. Or following me around, wherever I go." He huffed out a breath and took a long sip from his drink. "Why? I thought you liked that." Once again, I rolled my eyes. "Do we really need to discuss this now, in between all those partying people, loud music and empty champagne bottles - again?" "Not when you're finally admitting that you want me." He gave me one of those ridiculously handsome and smug smiles and took another sip of his drink - what caused me to get even more annoyed. I groaned in frustration. He just couldn't stop this shit. "How many times, Robert... How many times have I told you, that we are just best friends. I don't want you!" I didn't realise that I had raised my voice - until I had finished my sentence and recognised how a few other party guests were staring at us. I clenched my jaw and rolled once again my eyes, before I grabbed harshly Robert's arm and dragged him behind myself, through the French door and out on the balcony. I didn't want to discuss that topic further with him when all those curious people were around.

"Why did you drag me out on an abandoned balcony then, when you don't want me?" The man in the deliciously sexy dark grey suit asked - wait, what? I shook my head and teared my gaze away from him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Robert... For the last time... I don't want you!" "Yes? Is that so?" The doctor leaned casually against the railing of the balcony and lit a cigarette. "Yes! We are best friends! Nothing more, nothing less! I have a boyfriend!" He frowned. "You meant you have a drag." I felt how the blood started to boil inside my veins. That smug bastard drove me so utterly mad. "Shut up, Laing! You're talking about my boyfriend!" Robert took a long drag of his cigarette, shaking his head. "Yes, but... Y/N. Let's be honest... Toby isn't the right man for you. Hence, he's not even a real man. Perhaps not even a boy. He's a milksop. A loser. A pussycat." I clenched my jaw, hands turning into fists. I was on the verge of punching this wanker in the face. The problem? Deep down, I knew he was right - and that made me even more angry. "I don't even know how Toby actually made it to be your so-called boyfriend. How could he get his hands on such a hot woman like you? I mean... You're way out of his league. You clearly deserve someone better, darling..." Robert smirked at me once again as he took a last drag from his cigarette, before he stubbed it out. "You, Y/N, are a power woman. There's fire and passion flowing through your veins. I know that. You..." He took a step closer. "… need a real man. Not such a wannabe alpha, who got stuck in puberty." I raised an eyebrow at him. "A real man?" Robert nodded, a seductive smile playing around the corners of his mouth. He took another step closer. "A real man, yes." And another. "A man who challenges you." By now he was circling me, like a predator it's pray. I felt how my heart rate picked up. His words sending shivers up and down my spine. On one hand I was utterly angry at him, but on the other... I had to admit that what he was doing triggered something inside me... Lust. "A man who can tame this fire." He whispered in my ear with a deep voice, before he walked back over to the railing, grabbing his half empty drink on the way and leaned once again casually against the it, taking a swig. His dark – and without a doubt sexy voice echoed in my head and caused another shiver to run down my spine. "Not such a milksop, who couldn't even handle a teenage girl." Robert continued, smiling in amusement.

I thought that was the end of his 'speech'; thought that the torture was over - but then he lunged out for the knock-out punch. The death sentence. The straw that broke the camel's back. "I bet he doesn't even know how to pleasure a woman of your kind in the right way." That was it. I had enough. "Must be so exhausting to pretend that the sex is good and that he's giving you a good-" I approached Robert at lightning speed, interrupted his sentence by grabbing the clueless man by the lapels of his suit jacket and slamming him against the nearby wall, causing a low huff to escape his lips. I looked at him with a death glare, kept him pinned against the concrete wall. He certainly didn't see that coming - but instead of apologising or pleading me to let him go, he just... started to laugh? "See? That's what I am talking about. You say you don't want me, but if that is the case, why does my words bother you that much? Why can't you just shrug them off and laugh about them? I recognise a sexually frustrated woman when I see one - and you, Y/N are such woman. I may be your best friend, but you can't keep your eyes off me." I wanted to speak up, say something, protest against him - but he shook his head, cut my attempt to speak on an instant off. "Don't deny it. You can't deny it. Did you really think I wouldn't notice the longing looks you're giving me? How your eyes are practically undressing me? The tension between us, whenever we are dancing together at the parties? How you were grinding your backside against my crotch? How our hips moved in sync to the rhythm of this ridiculous song?" His words left me speechless. I didn't even realise myself that I was doing this, but now that Robert had spoken it out loud it came crashing down on me. Deep down, I knew what I did. "I noticed everything, darling... Even if you're denying it now." I was so stunned, that he could free himself easily from my grasp. Robert straightened his suit jacket, "I would've never said no to you, you know... I had casted an eye on you from the first time we met. I could've made you mine a long time ago, but I didn't want to destroy your relationship, because you were happy – and that was fine for me. I want you to be happy. But… You're clearly not happy anymore - since months…" and turned to walk away, towards the French door.

I was like petrified. Robert had been right with everything he had said. I wanted him. I had always wanted him. The sexual attraction was there from the very beginning – just not as strong as it was now. I stopped seeing him as just a best friend a long time ago... And Toby? Well... He really was a loser, had no job, no perspective. I was the one, paying the rent. And our sex life? Don't get me even started... Robert was right - and that was the reason why I had to stop him. Why keep on lying to myself? Why still holding on to that 'milksop', when a real, devastatingly handsome man was right there in front of me? "Robert!" I called out his name - louder than I intended to. To my luck, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me. "Wait... Please." I added in a small voice. "You... You're right." I mumbled, looking defeated at him. His eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. He clearly didn't expect me to actually give in and admit it. "You're right. With everything you said. Toby is such a loser. He brings about nothing. I'm the one who looks after everything and pays the bills, while he still believes in getting famous one day with his stupid inventions... It's not that I don't believe in him, but... Let's be honest. No human being on earth needs them. It is never going to work." I took a deep breath, eyes meeting Robert's oceanic blues again. Oh, those eyes... How much I loved them. I'd drown myself in them if I could... "He's a childish boy and will most likely never going to be a real man - and gods, yes... I need a real man. A man like you, Doctor Laing." Robert had listened to my words intensely. A playful smirk crept on his face at the last sentence falling from my lips. He ran a hand through his short blonde-brown curls, before he put the drink in his other hand on the garden table beside him. Then he stepped closer, shoved his hands in the pockets of the way too tight dark grey suit trousers he wore. "What's holding you back from having me then?" That one sentence, coming from those kissable lips of my drop-dead sexy friend, was enough to break down the barrier inside my head completely. There was no way I was able to hold myself back anymore.

So, I literally jumped him, grabbed his tie harshly to yank him down, our lips colliding messily in a passionate kiss and within seconds it was all teeth and tongue. My hands were buried in his hair, while his hands roamed the curves of my hips, pulling me closer - what caused our hips to clash together. A soft moan escaped my lips at the sudden contact, which Robert swallowed immediately with another feverish kiss. He maneuvered us to the garden table, walked me backwards until my ass hit the edge of the piece of furniture. For a short moment, he retreated from kissing me, his lips now red and swollen. "Are you really sure about that?" Robert panted, breathing heavily. "You're about to cheat on your boyfriend with your best friend, darling." He added, teeth grazing the pulse point on my neck, while his hands were working on shoving the red mini dress I wore higher - all the way over my hips. I nodded with closed eyes. "Y-Yes... I never wanted a man as much as I want you, Robert." I bit my lip. "If I am still able to walk straight tomorrow, then I am never letting you have a go again." Robert chuckled low, "Oh you won't, darling, I promise." and tapped the back of my thighs. A wave of arousal overran me at his words. "Atta girl, get on that damn table." Without hesitating a second, I followed his orders and sat on the garden table. Robert immediately kicked my legs apart and stood in between them, his lips finding mine once again. He shrugged his suit jacket over his shoulders and threw it carelessly aside, while I undid his tie and a few buttons of his shirt. I didn't make it to undo all of them, because Robert pushed me gently but firmly back, so that I was more or less laying on the dusty table. Then he grabbed my legs again and pulled me closer to the edge. When I suddenly felt his lips on the skin of my thighs, kissing and nipping, another moan left my mouth. "R-Robert... You d-damn tease..." He smirked at me and nipped one last time on my delicate flesh, before he quickly unbuckled his belt and zipped down the zipper of his posh suit trousers. I gripped the edges of the table, ready for a hopefully unforgettable ride. "Are we really going to do this now?" I panted, heart beating rapidly against my ribcage. "I-I mean here, on a dusty garden table? With dozens of people inside the flat, who could catch us any moment?" Robert looked up to me. Hungry eyes meeting mine, bursting with lust. "Yes, we do. If it means that I am finally able to fuck you, then it's a risk I am gladly willing to take." Before I even had the chance to answer, my best friend threw us over the cliff, sending us both into the deepest abysses of pleasure.

[mackenzielovee]

jealous - rafe cameron

a/n: hi! im kinda a mess right now and this story is a little all over the place so im sorry if you hate it lol but i really wanted to write something based on what i think Rafe would really be like as a bf so here it is! (not my pic)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you to a party.

Warnings: swearing, drug use (cocaine), alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2k

my writing

You can hear the music coming from the house before you see it. It's Friday night on Figure Eight, and you already know what that means. Accompanying your boyfriend to yet another party. You and Rafe have been together for almost a year, and some days, you really think you could rip his head off.

You hadn't even wanted to come tonight. When you voiced that to Rafe, however, he told you with a shrug of his shoulders that he'd just find someone else to dance with. Of course, it started a fight, and now, you're sitting in the back of Topper's Jeep beside Rafe, watching as he stares at his phone.

He isn't talking to you or looking at you, but apparently it's enough for him that he just knows exactly where you are and what you're doing. It's not enough for you, though. You reach over and grab his hand from his phone, looping yours through it. Rafe hesitates at first, wanting his hand back so he can continue what he had been doing. When he sees your expression, his eyes soften just a bit and he relaxes into his seat and your touch.

Topper parks the car and tells all of you to hop out, which you do with the help of Rafe. You appreciate that he doesn't let go of your hand, even though you know it's only because you all are approaching the party and he wants every single person to know that you are with him.

Rafe leans over and kisses your temple quickly, then brings his lips down to your ear.

"Stay close, yeah?" he whispers, his hand gripping yours even tighter.

You know the drill by now. Of course you're going to stay close, because Rafe never lets you get more than five feet away from him at these things. You envy the way Topper treats Sarah sometimes, even though you really think Topper's a tool and would never date him.

Once you all enter the house, Rafe moves his hand from yours to around your waist, leading you through the party and glaring at any guy that even looks over at you. You all make your way into the living room area and find seats on the couch, Rafe immediately pulling you down dangerously close to him.

"Yo, who got this shit?" Rafe points to the cocaine on the table in front of him, the rolled up dollar bill tempting him.

"Bought it from Barry this morning, bro," Kelce speaks up, grinning. Kelce is always trying to please Rafe.

"Always reading my mind, brother," Rafe smirks, and leads forward to take a line without hesitation.

When he comes back up from his line, he grins and daps up Kelce, telling him it's good shit. Then, without you even moving, he leans over and kisses you roughly. His tongue enters your mouth quickly, which you accept and grab onto his neck. He moans into your mouth and then pulls away, immediately going back to the coke.

You sigh and sit back, pulling your phone out. You know Rafe will be high as a kite when you two leave tonight, which only makes you hopeful that he won't turn into an absolute asshole once that stuff kicks in.

He turns back to you with a devious smirk on his face, and before you can even ask what he's doing, he's collecting a line up on your thigh.

"I don't want that shit on me, Rafe," you grumble, but you know better than to move. He might just kill you if you spilled that shit all over the couch and the floor.

"Relax, baby," he tells you, not looking up at you. He's too focused on perfecting his line.

His friends all watch as he snorts a line up your thigh, all of them silently wishing they could do the same. You try not to roll your eyes at him and end up catching the eye of some guy standing in the corner of the room. He's watching you both, curious why you're hanging out with a guy like that. You just shrug and roll your eyes only halfway, telling the guy you're over it.

You're not sure why you do it, you suppose it's the concerned look in his eye as he watches. Nobody ever looks at you like that anymore.

When Rafe glances back up to you and sees you looking at another guy, he instinctively wraps his arm around your waist.

"I don't like the way he's looking at you," Rafe tells you, "Come sit in my lap."

His voice is raspy and his jaw is clenched as he pulls you into his lap, kissing on your cheeks and your neck as he stares at the guy. After only a minute or so, the guy is intimidated enough that he ends up walking out of the living room completely.

"Did you know him?" Rafe asks you, his eyes trailing the boy out of the room.

"No, baby," you sigh.

He catches the frustration in your voice and looks up into your eyes, reaching up and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. This is the Rafe you love; the intimate, soft one. The one who isn't afraid to show you how he loves you.

"Are you having fun, princess?" he questions, his voice softer than it had been before.

You're not, but you know Rafe is enjoying himself and wants to stay and hang out. So, you take a deep breath and nod your head, giving him a convincing smile. Rafe smiles back and strokes his fingers against your cheek, then brings his hand down to your neck to pull you closer to him. He uses his nose to move your hair away from your ear so he can talk into it.

"I can't wait to get inside of you later, sweetheart," he whispers, feeling you instantly start to squirm against his lap.

His dirty talk always gets to you. The way his voice gets all raspy and needy just does things to your body that no other guy ever could.

"Is that right?" you tease him, bringing your lips dangerously close to him.

"Mhm," he hums against your lips, then closes the gap between the two of you.

He loves when you play with his hair, so you do. You can feel him getting excited underneath you, so you continue. One of his hands wraps around your throat and the other goes down to your ass, making you moan.

"Yo, Rafe, get a fucking room, man," Topper groans.

Rafe smirks against your lips and pulls away, gently setting you down beside him again. You try not to be mad that Topper interrupted the first ounce of attention your boyfriend has shown you tonight. Rafe leans forward to cut another line, so you stand and look around for a bathroom. When he doesn't notice you get up, you decide to just run really quick to one and then come back.

You walk from the living room into a kitchen, then see a little hallway that looks like it probably contains a bathroom. Once you get down the dimly lit hallway, you feel a hand on your arm, roughly yanking you around.

"What the fuck are you doing going off on your own?" Rafe snaps at you, his grip on your arm tightening. You can feel his nails digging into your flesh, making you wince.

"Rafe, you're hurting me," you tell him softly, gently trying to move your arm out of his grasp.

"You need to tell me when you have to go to the bathroom," he says harshly, then releases our arm.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, looking down at the floor. He brings his hand up and grabs your cheek, pulling your head up to look at him.

"C'mon," he tells you, "I'll take you."

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway and stopping at a random door. There's one guy waiting outside of it, who Rafe pats on the back once the two of you approach.

"Find another one," Rafe tells him.

The guy turns around and looks at Rafe like he's crazy, his eyes glancing over to you for a second. Protectively, Rafe's grip tightens around your hand.

"Dude, I've been waiting for a while. The line was long when I got here," the guy tells him, watching Rafe sarcastically smile.

"Interesting story, bro. Move along. Now," Rafe's voice is harsh.

The guy rolls his eyes and pushes past the two of you, deciding he doesn't have to go bad enough to put up with Rafe being an asshole. Rafe moves in front of the door, pulling you with him, and bangs on the door.

"Time's up," he yells, continuing to pound on the door.

The door opens up a second later, the guy Rafe had removed from the living room with his eyes earlier stepping out. Of course, you think.

"Ah, if it isn't the guy who likes to stare at my girl," Rafe grins devilishly.

"Rafe-" you start, wanting to tell him to let it go.

"Go inside, baby. I'll be right here when you're done."

He drags his hand toward the door, which in turn drags you toward the door. He lets go as soon as you're in the bathroom, then leans in and shuts the door for you. You can hear Rafe sizing up that poor guy outside, but you choose not to listen. You use the bathroom and then wash your hands quickly, trying your best to hurry so you can save that guy.

When you pull the door open again, Rafe is leaning against the doorframe with his phone in his hand. He looks up at you when you come out and doesn't speak, he just wraps his arm around your waist and leads you away, still looking at his phone.

When you get into the kitchen, Rafe suddenly pushes you up against the wall with no warning. He leans forward and grabs onto your cheeks, bringing his mouth up to yours roughly and kissing you. He quickly picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pinned up against the wall. You kiss him back, loving the way his hands feel all over your body. If you're honest, you're growing impatient for the night to end. You really just want Rafe to take you home and fuck you.

Rafe pulls away after a few minutes, gently setting you back down on the floor and taking his hand in yours again.

"You're mine, don't you forget it," he tells you, his voice demanding. You nod and reach up to wipe your lip, which seems to be covered in Rafe's saliva.

You watch Rafe's gaze as it lingers around the guy from the bathroom, who had just seen Rafe's explosive display of affection. You sigh, knowing that entire thing was just a way of Rafe to mark his territory.

"We're gonna go get Topper's keys," Rafe tells you, "I can't wait any longer. I need you, right now."

You give Rafe a real smile this time and nod your head, following him as he leads you through the crowd. After promising Topper you two wouldn't fuck in his Jeep, he hands Rafe his keys so you two can leave. Rafe tightens his grip around your hand as he pulls you back to the kitchen. He purposely walks past that guy again, muttering something in his ear as you two pass that you can't hear. When you look back, the guy looks disgusted.

When you two get back to Topper's Jeep, you're surprised when Rafe opens up the back door for you to get in.

"Why am I getting in the back?" you ask him.

He smirks, "We're getting in the back."

You look at the devious look on his face and figure out what he's up to, so you raise your eyebrow at him.

"You promised Topper we wouldn't fuck in his Jeep," you remind him.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "Yeah, and last month Topper promised me he wouldn't bend my nine iron when he beat up that Pogue on the golf course with my club. Trust me, baby. He owes me."

You sigh but do as you're told, watching Rafe's smirk only grow when you climb inside. No matter what that boy puts you through at these parties, the sex always makes up for it.

[bi-bard]

Better Than Anyone Else - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Better Than Anyone Else

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 1,306 words

Warning(s): cussing, kidnapping, insults, Dean can't really keep his mouth shut

Summary: (Season 5) (Y/n) and Castiel are taken hostage by angels in the hopes of getting information on how the Winchesters plan on stopping the apocalypse. (Y/n) finally reaches their boiling point with the angels that try to make Cas feel like shit.

Author's Note: I swear, Cas is one of my favorite characters to write for.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was seething.

I watched as the angels strutted around Cas and me. We were tied across from each other. Cas with some weird kind of chain and me with just rope.

They just kept poking at him.

Mocking him for his humanity. His caring nature.

It pissed me off.

"Isn't it pathetic," one of them asked. "Knowing that your choice to help the humans is pointless? You trusted them... cared about them... all for it to go to waste. They don't care about you, you're just a tool to them."

"Leave him alone," I snapped, tugging at the ropes harshly. I didn't even wince at the feeling of the material burning my skin.

"Shut up, you gnat," the 'head angel' of the group said. "You are one of the biggest reasons Castiel forgot his purpose."

"He didn't forget his purpose," I hissed. "He found it."

She held her blade to my neck, grabbing my hair so I couldn't wiggle away.

"He's one of the most caring creatures I've ever met," I continued, ignoring my fear. "He's a hero. Not just to me but to so many others. You are just trying to make him hate all he's done so he can be guilt-tripped into helping you. If you were worth helping, you wouldn't have to do that."

The angel nearly growled at me before stepping away.

I started combatting words with words.

"You mean nothing to them" was met with my response of "You're amazing and I'm honored to even know you."

"If you didn't have powers, they'd drop you like dead weight," was met with, "Don't listen to them. The boys and I think you're brilliant. You're amazing... a hero."

"They obviously don't need you... they would've saved you by now," was met with, "Sam and Dean will be here soon, they just can't teleport."

This continued until the doors were slammed open. I smiled to myself. Sam and Dean stormed in and started fighting. Sam quickly cut the ropes from my wrist and ankles and grabbed the blade the had rolled from one of the angels.

"One second," I said to Cas quickly, going after the main angel.

I sunk the blade into her stomach, ripping a key from around her vessel's neck.

"Didn't know angels used such basic locks on shit," I muttered, undoing the lock. Cas stood up instantly, moving me out of the way so he could smite an angel that was behind me.

The action died down and we all looked around to check on each other.

"All of us alright," Dean asked. I nodded. "Let's go, Bobby's waiting for us."

We went to walk out but Cas called my name. I turned back to him. He gently grabbed my hands. I blushed as I watched how careful he was as he healed the rope burns.

"Thank you," I mumbled, looking up at him.

I noticed how close we were. I took a deep breath in before turning around and following Sam and Dean. Cas teleported out.

"How are you feeling," Sam asked as Dean started driving.

"I've been better," I muttered. "They just kept insulting him. Like they knew it would hurt more than hitting him."

"What did you do," Sam asked.

"Defended him," I replied. "He deserved that. Even after they held a blade to my throat, I just wanted him to know that we cared."

There was a moment of silence.

"(Y/n)," Dean said carefully. "Do you promise not to hit me after I ask my next question?"

"I can't promise something like that, I've heard some dumb questions come out of your mouth," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do you... love Cas," he asked.

My breath stopped in my throat for a moment.

I looked down. Was love the right word? Was that too far? I definitely liked him. He was sweet and brave but... love? He'd be uncomfortable if I said love. I sighed... maybe I did love him.

"I don't know if 'love' is too far or not," I finally admitted.

"Holy shit," Dean sounded so excited. I chuckled. "I fricking knew it! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"You bet on me?"

"...No," Dean suddenly turned guilty when he realized that I was unhappy with his choice.

"Sam."

"It was Dean's idea," he said, throwing his brother under the bus immediately. I looked at Dean.

"(Y/n)... listen..."

--time skip--

I was looking through Bobby's basement for him. He was working on some project and just needed me to help him grab some things. I was happy too. Working with Bobby was not as scary as some would assume.

I was heading back up the stairs when I heard Cas and Dean in the kitchen.

"I just want to know why (Y/n) defended me so adamantly," I froze, realizing neither one had noticed me.

"I can't tell you that, Cas, you need to ask them," he replied.

"You know and won't tell me," Cas said it as a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I can't."

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"I'm sorry, Cas, but this is (Y/n)'s business."

I guess I didn't know how long they had been going around in a circle. Still, what happened next made me want to throw what I was holding at Dean's head.

"Is there something wrong with (Y/n)? Are you worried about them? What do I not know-"

"Guys," I heard Sam try to intervene.

"(Y/n) loves you, Cas," Dean finally snapped. "There! You know why now!"

My heart just sank, "How fucking dare you?"

Dean looked at me with a panicked look.

"(Y/n)-"

I held up a hand. I walked to the living, placed what Bobby asked for on the table, and then walked out of the house.

"Where are you going," Sam asked, going to stop me.

"On a walk," I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me.

I don't even know how far into Bobby's yard I had walked. I just kept going. I was angry and stressed and embarrassed. I was ready to fight Dean and leave him tied up in the trunk of his own car.

"(Y/n)," I heard the deep voice from behind me. I ignored it. "(Y/n)."

"Cas, I really don't wanna-"

I ended up walking straight into his chest. I took a step back and looked up at his face.

"Cas... we can just forget that," I motioned toward the house. "We don't have to worry about it."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want to forget about it," he muttered. "It made me very happy when I heard you loved me."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"I... I love you too," he had a small grin on his face, seeming nervous. Angel of the Lord... nervous.

"You do?"

"Yes," Cas nodded.

"Oh," I mumbled again.

He stepped closer to me. I felt my entire base heat up at the motion. Being this close to Cas... or anyone really... was kind of new to me. I watched him closely and saw him furrow his eyebrows.

"This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, right," he asked softly.

"If you want to."

"I want to," he replied. I smiled widely at him.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It felt like I was going to lose him if I did. He slowly reached out to touch my sides as he relaxed into the kiss. It was a perfect moment.

I slowly pulled away, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.

"I love you," I whispered, my forehead touching him.

"I love you too," he mumbled back. "And I'd like to kiss you again."

"Be my guest," I chuckled, pulling him back into a kiss.

What a perfect moment?

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See You Later - Part 1

Who: Beomgyu

Group: TXT

What: Beomgyu/f!reader, collegeAU, slow burn, eventual smut, college student!Gyu, model!Gyu

Word count: 2,238

A/N: this is for @bluekais ❤ Hope you enjoy! Sorry that it's taken so long! There will be a Part 2 coming but I got myself elbows-deep into Kinktober so might take a while as well 🎃

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"Tch."

The dissatisfied noise leaving your lips had become habit by now. Just his presence annoyed you, but the fact that he had the nerve to show up late to class almost every time, carrying that stupid skateboard, made your blood boil a little bit. He never studied, never did the assignments, always showed up late and he was still somehow passing this class. This class that you had worked so hard to get into and had to keep working so hard to stay in. It didn't come naturally to you but it did to him and it made you green with envy.

"Ah, Beomgyu-ssi, how kind of you to join us," your professor quipped sarcastically as Beomgyu beamed a smile that was frustratingly charming and headed for the only empty space in the auditorium which, to your displeasure, happened to be next to you.

You didn't acknowledge each other as you continued scribbling furiously into your notebook while Beomgyu sat with his chin leaned on his hand. You noticed that he hadn't taken out anything to write with.

"Now I will hand out your assignments for the next lecture. Remember we have study week, so you will have one week to complete these. Please remain in your seats as you are now."

Your professor proceeded to hand out stacks of papers and you couldn't help noticing that he was handing only one stack for every two students. He was making his way down your row and dropped off an assignment right between you and Beomgyu.

"I can hold it for us," Beomgyu smiled pleasantly as he looked over to you, seemingly unaffected by your sour expression. As the two of you read the instructions for the music production assignment, Beomgyu would stop and mutter to himself every once in a while: "Hmm, I already have a bass guitar for this," "This would be very easy to add a snare to," "I just need vocals and someone to match the drum line to this".

"Alright, everyone ready?" The auditorium hummed with mumbled "yes"es.

"Good," your professor continued, "you will be doing the assignment in pairs, in the order that I've handed the assignments out to you".

You groaned inwardly, noticing yours and Beomgyu's names at the bottom right corner of the cover page.

"Class dismissed!"

You were unsure what to do. You'd have to spend quite a lot of time with Beomgyu to finish this but you didn't have his number and you didn't even know which dorm he was in. Before you could open your mouth to ask Beomgyu when you should meet up, he was getting up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"See you later, Y/N," his voice laced with his regional dialect reached you as an afterthought.

"Tch. Fuck you too, Choi," you muttered.

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It had been four days since you last saw Beomgyu and you were getting nervous. You had started the assignment early and done as much as you could do. You hated to admit it but you really did need him for this. You had worked out a base melody but it was too bare and uninteresting and you knew from hearing him talk to himself that he knew a lot of elements which could add flare and points to the assignment. You hunched over your laptop, browsing the music library. Begrudgingly, at 10 p.m. on a Tuesday, you decided to email him through the university central email list.

### 22:01 ###  Hi Beomgyu, it's Y/N, your partner for the music production assignment. I've thrown some things together but we need to meet to do the rest. I realised I didn't have your number or your dorm address, let me know when we can meet up. ###

You waited for a while after pressing send, just in case he was on his emails right now. At midnight you gave up and went to sleep.

### 03:44 ### Hi! Sorry about that! Can you bring what you have over to mine at about noon tomorrow? Here's the postcode ###

You woke up to the reply from Beomgyu and nearly panicked that you would be late. He didn't live close by at all, the post code seemed to be for a swanky area of newly built apartments downtown, miles away from your suburban campus.

You showered and dressed as quickly as possible. You weren't dressing up for anyone. Jeans, sneakers and a flannel shirt was all Beomgyu was getting from you. You grabbed your laptop and equipment and headed out the door.

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At 11:55, you knocked on Beomgyu's door. He lived on the 13th floor and on the elevator up to his apartment you hoped to whoever would listen that this wouldn't turn out to be as unlucky as the out-of-order sign on the second elevator.

The front door clicked and opened to reveal a somewhat sleepy Beomgyu, dressed in a tshirt and pyjama bottoms.

"Oh, Y/N, you're early," he said, then looked at his watch. You found this ironic, considering he never showed up to class on time.

"Well, not by much. Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said, opening the front door widely for you to walk in past him. "I'll make coffee," he yawned.

As you walked past him you couldn't help but note in your head that he smelled really good. You weren't sure if it was his cologne or laundry but it was the kind that settled pleasantly in your chest and made you want to breathe in deeper. You stopped that train of thought harshly as soon as you felt your mind drift that way. You were perfectly happy with feeling generally mildly annoyed with Beomgyu. It was your comfort zone, even if having to work with him was pushing it.

"So how come you don't live on camp-- Wow..."

Your jaw dropped as you walked into the apartment. It was nothing like the cramped dorm rooms you and your friends shared on campus. It was bright, spacious and well-decorated, with huge windows and a view that rivaled the best hotels in the business district.

"How the fuck are you affording this," the words tumbled out of you with little grace before you could stop them.

"Well, since you ask, I work a lot of side jobs," Beomgyu said nonchalantly as he poured water into the kettle in the open-plan kitchen.

"Really? What do you do?"

"Uhm...," he scratched his neck sheepishly, "at the moment I model."

"You? You model?"

"Yeah, why," he tilted his head at you, looking at you quizzically.

Those big brown eyes, the soft curves of his lips, his chiseled jawline... And his hair looked really soft too. Suddenly from thinking nothing of him you were imagining him as a model. You wondered what he modeled for. Could it be fashion brands? Lifestyle? Prints? Maybe even swimsuits? He always wore those baggy jeans and t-shirts, but maybe...

"Y/N?"

"Oh," you snapped back to him, realising you hadn't answered him. "Yeah I just... didn't know, that's all."

"Uhm, cool. Why don't you drop your stuff off in the room down the hall, the one on the left?"

You nodded and picked up your laptop bag and equipment, your feet sinking into the plush carpet as you padded down the hall. You nudged open the door to the room he'd pointed you to, jaw dropping again for the second time today as you walked in.

The room was a small makeshift studio, with mics, a sound control board and several guitars. Several notepads were strewn about along with a few used coffee mugs and muffin wrappers. It seemed to be the most lived-in space of Beomgyu's house so far and you were suddenly starting to understand why he never seemed to pay much attention to the classes. You dropped your bags off in the corner and sat down at his computer, looking at the various pieces of equipment connected to it.

"How do you like your coffee?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Beomgyu's pleasant voice reverberate in the room. You hadn't heard him come in after you. Covering up your startled reaction, you mumbled your preference and he returned shortly with two steaming mugs, setting them down on his desk.

"Um, so... For this assignment I've tried layering the melodies but it's very bare. I thought we could use it as a starting point and build on it," you said, trying to sound more businesslike.

"That's good, thanks. I actually don't have a lot of time so a head start would be good. I have an hour now but then I need to head out."

Your brow furrowed. An hour? It had taken you three days to put together what you had so far.

"Let's see what you've got," Beomgyu reached for the USB stick in your hands and plugged it into his computer. He downloaded the files and ran them.

An unobtrusive melody filled the small studio. He listened politely, head tilted to one side until it faded out.

"Um... Yeah, I don't play guitar so I wasn't sure what would sound good with that," you started, hands playing with the edges of your shirt nervously. You hated feeling incompetent, especially in front of Beomgyu.

"Yeah, no offence, but it does need a lot more than that," he said. "Let's see what I can do with that."

You sat in your chair and watched him plug one of his guitars into the amp behind you. He tuned it according to the scales in your melody and started to play along.

"Nana naaa," he hummed along quietly. "I don't know about that bar, what do you think," he asked you.

"It's not bad but I think it can go for longer," you replied. Beomgyu nodded, stopping the recording and starting again.

You watched him get lost in his own world as the notes coming from his guitar breathed life into your melody. You watched his fingers strum and pluck, watched his lips open and close in concentration, occasionally the lower one being worried by his teeth. You watched his long hair fall into his face. You simply watched Beomgyu in his zone, not noticing when he stopped playing.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes focused and met his deep brown ones, your lips tensing as you tried to seem attentive.

"Yeah? Yeah, that was good, let's add that in," you spoke quickly.

"Cool," Beomgyu then stood up and reached behind you to switch off the amp. You couldn't stop yourself from breathing in again when his chest and neck nearly brushed across your face. His warm hand dropped to your shoulder, giving you a casual pat.

"Why don't you sit at the computer and keep replaying the recoding while I write down the chords," he suggested.

"Okay, sure," you stood up in the cramped space and there was barely room for you two to switch places. Beomgyu's hands instinctively came up to your waist to steady you as he brushed past you. Your breath hitched but you said nothing as you sat down at his desk and started the recording.

Your combined melody filled the small room and you found yourself nodding along. You hated to admit it but you liked it much more with Beomgyu's additions. You played it several times while he wrote down the chords.

"Right, awesome," he drawled in his dialect after he was finished. "I have to get dressed and head out now, but if you want we can meet up again later today. I won't be done until quite late but I sleep late anyway."

"How late are we talking," you asked suspiciously.

"I would be done about 11, we could meet back here," Beomgyu offered.

You hesitated for a second. It was a lot later than what you considered acceptable but at the same time you didn't trust Beomgyu. You weren't sure you would get any more time out of him than this.

"Okay, deal. Message me when you're done and I'll head over."

"Cool, here's my number," Beomgyu grabbed your phone to type his own number in and called himself. "You okay to let yourself out?"

He left the studio and went into the room across, which you guessed was probably his bedroom. You copied the new files onto your USB before you packed up your things and left the studio as well. On the way you saw that Beomgyu's bedroom door was ajar. You saw him standing with his back to the door as he was pulling his t-shirt over his head. Your lips tensed into a line as you tried to not to make any noise and not even to breathe.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"See you later, Y/N."

You stood frozen in place as your eyes traced the lines of his back muscles to his pretty shoulders, not missing his toned arms flexing as he reached up to push the t-shirt over his head. Your gaze trailed back down his body to his hips where his bottoms were slung low, exposing the two cute dimples at his lower back. He didn't look like he was wearing anything underneath.

Beomgyu dropped his shirt to the floor and you suddenly darted down the corridor, panicked that he would turn around and see you. His bottoms dropped down just as he heard his front door open and shut.

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Mr. perfect.

pairing: idol!Joshua x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1.5K

summary: what do you do when the one who was always there to comfort you, is the one who now has broken you?

warnings: mentions of cheating, denial and heartbreak.

A/N: this sucks. I’m sorry.

When you first learned about love, you always tried to keep in mind that everything about it was ephemeral, that no matter how many happy endings you had heard about, there was no way someone could ever meet such expectations. To you, fairytales were nothing but that, a fictional scenario people created to give themselves hope, to try to find something good even when the so-called love they felt, hurt them more than any physical harm.

But then you met Joshua, and suddenly you found yourself believing in everything you had convinced yourself was nothing but a lie.

You met him on a Friday night at some fancy party your best friend had thrown. Being from a wealthy family, it was no surprise to you that you found some famous people there. You were nothing like them, but being attached to the hip to her since you were kids surely took you to some places you would’ve never thought you’d ever see.

Dressed in a skin-tight navy dress, you were minding your own business, playing with the martini in your hands as your eyes traveled across the enormous house. The music wasn’t the same kind people your age would put in the background, instead, there were some violinists and pianists playing live. You felt out of place, the fact that your friend had left your side to keep greeting people not helping at all.

And that’s when you saw him, walking through the door with some other guys in a beige tuxedo, black strands of hair hanging over his eyes and small silver piercings decorating his ears.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to him, as he stood there across the room with his hands in his pockets, clearly enjoying the music and focused on the musicians. That’s when somewhere along the lines his eyes had landed on you, the previously blank expression on his face turning into the smallest but sweetest smile for you, and you swore you had never seen a man that beautiful in your entire life.

You knew it was over for you as soon as those round and beautiful dark orbs made your heart go crazy, wanting to look away but not being able to. He had an instant power over you, and you didn’t even want it to be any different.

Somehow you exchanged numbers that night, and although you thought you would never see him again, he proved you otherwise when he started texting you the following days.

You started spending time together every now and then, going to some cafes or meeting somewhere more private. Knowing the reality of his situation wasn’t something easy, but you were soon so infatuated with him that you didn’t even think of saying no when he asked you out.

Being with an idol wasn’t what you had expected at all, but Joshua always made everything feel so safe, warm, and comfortable that everything seemed to be just so easy.

He was so attentive, caring, and loving that you, not even once, felt neglected. He called you every single night before going to sleep or messaged you in the mornings or during breaks.

If you ever felt bad, he always knew the right words to say, and even though you felt insecure about him being around beautiful women all the time, he was quick to ease your fears and make you believe there was no way in the world he would ever want someone who wasn’t you.

You felt wanted, beautiful, and loved. He was a prince, he was everything someone could have ever wanted. So gentle, sweet, always there for you no matter what.

He was the only one who was able to set your body aflame with a single touch, always feeling like you were flying whenever his arms wrapped around you and the smell of his cologne, so familiar, filled your nose and made you feel like everything would be okay.

The way he held your hand and kissed your knuckles when he drove, the way he always tucked strands of hair behind your ear, or the way he kissed you in the middle of saying something just because he couldn’t help but being so whipped for you, making you lose your mind with such a simple action.

His sweet, raspy voice in the mornings after he had spent the night; the way his pupils dilated whenever you wore one of his shirts with nothing underneath, the way he made love to you as soon as he went back home, loving you hard enough for you to feel the trace of his fingers and the taste of his mouth whenever he had to leave again. Fingers through his hair as his mouth swallowed your moans, fingertips digging on your burning skin, teeth sinking on the flesh as he took you to paradise.

The way you found relief in his lips, kissing like there was no tomorrow and feeling like you couldn't get enough of each other. His tongue making you delirious, electrifying every inch of your skin.

Everything that came out of his mouth was dripping with honey, because he never wanted to see you upset, because he was your serotonin, because he simply was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were the same for him.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

That’s why you couldn’t process the words that were falling from his mouth that night, after a month of not seeing each other for his comeback and promotions, he had come to your house, but as soon as you met his gaze, you knew something was wrong.

But you never thought it’d be something so horrible.

He had appeared at your place to tell you he had kissed a female back dancer a week before.

“No.” You laughed humorlessly as you shook your head. “It’s impossible. That did not happen.”

His eyes were filled with hurt and remorse, the more he noticed your denial, the worse he felt.

“y/n… I- I’m so sorry… Fuck I’m sorry. I swear I love you. I’m such an asshole.”

“Joshua, please stop. This is not a funny joke.”

“How can you think I would joke with something like this?” He asked in frustration, running his fingers through his hair.

And you were well aware of it not being a joke in the slightest. The way you could feel cold sweat running down your spine and your stomach churn kept trying to pull your feet back to the ground. But you would try to trick the fate and desperately conjure the truth you wanted to take place.

“Because there’s no way you’d do something like that. You love me, right? You’ve done nothing but show me how much you do.”

Joshua swallowed, tears burning his eyes and threatening to fall.

“I do love you. More than anything.” He assured. “That’s why I’m here, that’s why I can’t stand the idea of what I did behind your back. I kissed someone else while you stayed home and gave me all of your trust.” He repeated. “I regret it every second because I know how much I just fucked up… But I can’t cope with the idea of you trying to dismiss it. I don’t deserve it.”

"Joshua"

He shook his head, stepping closer and grabbing your hands in his.

"Please, please don't give me a chance to stay by your side because I will not hesitate to take it and I don't deserve to be with someone like you." His voice was so sweet, so subtle despite of him saying something so devastating. His hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear like he always did, retreating as soon as the guilt attacked him again. "You're so beautiful, so smart, sweet and bright and I'm so, so in love with you. It kills me to know I just ruined everything with the woman I love the most in such a dumb way."

You noticed the way his eyes were getting watery, another thing that made you realize how real it was. You wanted to hate him and tell him how much of a dick he was, but nothing came out of your mouth. You just couldn't, although you knew you should have, you could not bring yourself to hate him.

“You- No, listen Joshua…” You trailed off, heart finally breaking in a million pieces as you tried your best to convince yourself that everything was nothing but a twisted dream. “I know you would never hurt me like that. You would never cheat on me. Why would you? That’s ridiculous! You know that I'd do anything for you, right? You know that I love you more than anything. We’ve always had this chemistry, this peaceful and beautiful relationship. You’ve never given me any reasons to be jealous or to feel insecure, someone like that wouldn’t go against his own preach.” You tried to reason, a bitter chuckle slipping from your lips as you wiped your tears “See, I know you’re just such a gentleman that you’d rather put the blame on your shoulders than say she was the one who took advantage of you and kissed you. You’re a gorgeous guy, it must be hard for people not to throw themselv-"

“Why are you trying so desperately to excuse my actions?" He interrupted you in distress. "Babe, I- I don’t deserve it. I was the one who kissed her. While we danced the atmosphere got tense, the adrenaline did not help, and I just had the impulse.” Joshua said lowly, the knot in his throat becoming thicker and making it hard for him to breathe. “I’m so sorry... Why can't you just blame me for what I did? Just tell me how much of a piece of shit I am, slap me, tell me you don't want to see me again. Call me a dickhead, the worst thing that happened to you, I'll take it all, because I fucked up.”

You forced yourself to step back, the air in your lungs slowly fading away as the void in your chest grew bigger.

“No... I- I can't... Because you would never do something so vile.” You smiled, not noticing the way your tears were already streaming down your cheeks. "You wouldn't throw all the beautiful things between us out of the window just to get your damn dick wet. Not when you told me so many times how you'd never want anyone else but me and I believed you because you looked me in the eyes."

Joshua pressed his eyes shut and took a deep, shaky breath as he stepped closer, but you stepped back.

"I do not want anyone else but you, but I stopped thinking and just let my primal self take control instead of considering what I got to lose."

"No!" You shouted. "You wouldn't! You're perfect!"

Joshua lowered his gaze to the floor, hands ballin into fists.

“I’m not perfect… I never was, I never will. No one is.” He whispered. "That's why I need to go before I keep hurting you. If you ask me to stay I will, and I can not let you accept me back."

And then you knew. The idea you had engraved in your head about love being a real fairytale was long gone, cause all it did was break, burn and end.

Your sweet boyfriend, the same who used to whisper how much he loved you against your lips, the same who washed your hair for you, the same who looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, was the same one who had stabbed you in the back.

Your lip quivered, and Joshua wanted desperately to wipe your tears away and hold you in his arms, but how could he? When he was the one who had hurt you in the first place, how could he ever fix up a heart he let down? He did not deserve to touch you ever again.

With a shaky breath, you forced the words out of your throat.

“That’s where the problem is, Joshua.” You said, voice cracking as his brows pulled together in confusion. “That’s why facing the truth will destroy every part of my being, that's why I will never be able to trust anyone again, that's why I don't want you to walk out the door. If you do, everything will be real, and the thing that would hurt the most is to realize all this time I stopped believing in my instincts, because I thought you were different, because I've always known perfection does not exist…" You explained, a small sob falling from your mouth and cutting you out before you continued. "But to me, you were perfect.”

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Miss Mafia | jhs (m)

pairing: Hoseok x reader, Taehyung x reader (He's just a childhood friend, no love interest)

rating: 18+

word count: 15.5k sorry not sorry :)

genre: mafia au, strangers to lovers, secret agent, you are a mafia boss

summary: It's not easy to be the boss of one of the biggest mafias in South-Korea. And surely not as a woman. When a secret agent got discovered by one of your people and brought to you, you would've never dared to guess he would turn your world upside down in multiple ways.

warnings: praising, big d*ck Hoseok, oral (m receiving), hard sex, dom Hoseok, sub reader, v penetration, no protection (reader has an implant so she can't get pregnant. Make always sure you use protection guys!), also a bit of fluff at the end

music recommendations: - Lacrimosa - Mozart - Symphony no 9 - Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven - more songs on this playlist (youtube)

- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1yXNkU806Y7EZruvrbl4g9?si=76931ed2ebae4c2c (spotify)

a/n: Again back with a story! I'm sorry for any grammar errors. It is such a big one shot. I'll probably proof read it later so I'm again sorry for any grammar mistakes in this ff! Just ignore it please :')

I was originally thinking of making this a jungkook ff but I eventually ended up making it a J-Hope ff instead. I think he would do a great job as main character here ;) Give it a lot of support and

enjoy reading!

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Lacrimosa from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Such a pleasant song to listen to with a good glass of wine. You take a sip of the dark red liquid as you softly move your head to the music playing through your boxes. This is how you liked to spend your time alone. A good glass of wine in one hand and the remote of your boxes in your other hand putting on some of your favourite classical music. Like Lacrimosa from Mozart or Beethoven's 9th symphony. All great composers with excellent music. You smiled as you felt your body relax after the long stressful day you had today. Your placed your red tinted lips on the glass for another sip of your wine you would never get to taste.

"Miss!"

You let out a deep sigh as you turned around in your chair towards the front of your desk. One of the maids walked inside and bowing at you. You gave her an unpleasant look. "Didn't I told the staff clearly not to come into my study for the rest of the day?" You asked the woman in front of you who kept looking down, probably not daring to look you in the eyes right now. Everyone knew you could be a real furry when you got angry or irritated. You can ask the last butler you had, after dropping a glass of whine on you by accident. It costed him a finger because you accidentally dropped a knife on his hand.

You softened the volume of the music before speaking again. "Tell me what's going on. It better be good if you don't wanna lose your job." You said coldly, don't sparing her a glance as you emptied the bottle into your glass. "I-It's about the issue from last week mam." She said. A bit of fear could be heard in her voice.

"Go on" You said. "They caught him miss." She said. You looked at the girl in front of you and suddenly began to laugh. The girl looked up for the first time, confusion all written over her little face. You turned towards the painting of your father on the right wall of the study and smiled, raising your glass. "See dad? The company is in great hands. I told you I would get him." You turned back towards the girl, that smile/smirk still on your face.

"Tell them to bring him to la grande salle. I'll be there in a minute." You told her. The maid bowed and then left the room closing the door on her way out. " You chuckled as you licked your lips. "Turns out this day is gonna be better than I expected..." You said, turning up the volume of the boxes and taking another sip of your glass of wine.

A few minutes later and your men walked in dragging a guy with them. His hands and feet tied together, his clothes covered in bloodstains and his hair a complete mess. You leaned forward in you chair as they dropped the man right at your feed. You were currently in your grand salle, how you like to call it, where you handled business of all kinds. From having meetings, recruiting new members till having a talk with bastards like the guy in front of you right now.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here." You said, letting out a small laugh. "Jung Hoseok, isn't it? Secret agent at the National Intelligence Service. They say you're one of the best in your profession. Sad that reputation will end today." You said, leaning back in your chair, snapping your fingers as a sign for the maids to leave the room. Leaving only you, Hoseok and two of your bodyguards. You threw the papers that were in your hand onto the table next to you, the pages falling open on some pictures of Hoseok and his meetings with the NIS.

"I must admit Mister Jung, I'm quite impressed. You have been undercover in my companies for five years. My father always knew there was a spy between us but he never had the chance to catch you." You looked away, staring into the distance as you said your next sentence. "Caught a bullet right through the head. Very tragic." You looked back at the man in front of you. He was still looking down, not saying a word or sparing you a small glance. Was he even still alive? Anyways, you still went on with your little speech. "But times change. After my father's death I took over and look! It's been less than a year and I already caught you."

Suddenly Hoseok started to laugh. You looked at him confused as he slowly tilted his head so you could look at his face for the first time today. His cheeks and upper lip were bruised and a dried stream of blood could be seen under his nose. He looked you right in the eyes. "Took you long enough to figure out it was me." He said. "But congrats. I'm happy you can finally make daddy proud." He mocked, spitting some blood on the white marble floor. His words and actions made your head boil. How dare he speak so lowly about your father. The bodyguards stood read to walk over and beat the shit out of him but you raised your hand stopping them.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "Listen here," You said, getting off of your chair, slowly walking around the men on the ground before making a halt behind him and squatting down. You pulled out a blade out of your pocket and held it against his neck as you pulled his head backwards. He let out a painful groan making you smirk. You leaned in closer towards his ear before saying the following words, "You can say anything you want Mister Jung but know the more shit comes out of your mouth the less pleasant your stay at my villa will be before I release your soul from your body, understood?" You said, your mouth dangerously close to his ear.

The man didn't seemed intimidated as he scoffed. "Bring it on Missy. Good luck with keeping me locked here." He said.

You stood back up, a bit overwhelmed by his bold words. You walked towards his front, wanting to see his face. "You got a big mouth for a guy who just has been beaten the hell out of." You said. "Maybe I should just kill you here right now. Makes it a lot easier for the both of us." You said as one of the bodyguards handed you a gun. You loaded it and pointed it towards his head.

He looked you right in the eye as you held the trigger ready to shoot. What surprised you the most was that he was smiling. Why was he smiling? This guy made you so confused. "Not the brag princess but-"

"Don't call me that!" You yelled at him with gritted teeth.

"Ok my lady." He said teasingly. "What I wanted to say is you can't kill me." He looked quite relaxed when he said that.

You scoffed. "What are you talking about? I can kill you wherever I want, whenever I want! Just watch me."

He shook his head. "Sorry to burst that bubble of yours but you can't. You see... I've been undercover for 5 whole years. I know a lot about your company and you." He said, smirking, never looking away from your eyes. "I have been in every building, every city and every warehouse of yours."

"And what's your point?" You asked, getting annoyed of his talking. "To make it short, I have placed bombs and dynamite all over the place. If you kill me you'll never get to know the password and won't be able to deactivate them. So say good bye to your drugs, weapons and men... my lady. Bye, bye money." He said before laughing again.

"And why should I believe you?" You asked. "Busan, the warehouse at Ilgon street, number 45 (a/n: I made the street name up. For people who are wondering.). Look under the floor in the janitor's closet." He said.

You heart raised and your breathing became more rapid as you looked at one of the guards. "Go check if it's true what he's saying." You told him. This couldn't be true. If that bomb was really there then he probably said the truth and there would be more. That would also mean the end of your little mafia life and your source of income. That could never happen, not in a million years. Your family has worked so had for all this and now you're finally almost at the top, yes almost, he would barge in and ruin everything. You couldn't let that happen.

You looked at the guard as he finished the call. "They just found two boxes full of dynamite in the basement under the janitor's closet." The guard confirmed what Hoseok just said. "They say there are timers placed on them. They can only be removed by password, cutting a wire would mean the end." He said.

You brought your hand to your mouth and started to bite at your nails as you paced back and forth. "How much time do we have?" You asked. "7 days, mam." The guard answered.

7 days... You had 7 days to figure out that damn password and get rid of these bombs. But would you really be able to dismantle them on time? "Get Taehyung and put him to work." You told the guard before he disappeared to go get your hacker to fix the job. "You," You said, pointing towards the other guard. Lock Mister Jung up in the basement and make sure he doesn't escape." You said. "You can just call me Hoseok my lady. No need for the formalities." He said, giving you a wink. "Oh, shut up you. You're in no position to talk right now."

He laughed. "Right now I'm in a much better position than you would think love." The man came over to Hoseok and picked him up brutally from the ground. "Good luck with finding the password!" He said, before the doors closed, leaving you all alone in the room. You hoped Taehyung would be able to find it because you weren't in the mood of talking to that asshole again.

"Have you already found something?"

It had been 3 days since your encounter with Hoseok and him telling you about the bombs. 3 days of your hacker Taehyung trying to find a possible password to deactivate them. "I'm sorry y/n. Still nothing." Taehyung was one of the few people that could call you by your real name. You practically grew up with the boy so of course you got some kind of bound with each other.

Taehyung was typing all sorts of things on his computer while something was loading. "Whoever placed these bombs knows damn well how to use them. I can't crack into the system, nor can I track them or dismantle them without the password." He said. "Who did your father mess with?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the screen. "The secret agents agency of South-Korea." You said softly while biting on your nails again. It was a bad habit you did whenever you got stress.

Taehyung pulled at your hand so you couldn't bite on them anymore. "You should really learn how to stop doing that." He told you, looking at you for the first time after you entered the room.

You sighed. Taehyung was not successful in finding the password, the troops you sent hadn't found a single bomb yet except for the one Hoseok told you about and tracing was also out of the question. You were really losing hope. "Just keep looking." You told Taehyung before leaving him behind in his little room.

You were getting tired of all of this and decided to distract your mind a bit. And what is better then visiting your favourite casino when you are bored and stressed? So you went to your room and dressed up for a night out.

Little did you knew a surprise was waiting for you the other day...

"Mam! Mam!"

The door of your bedroom opened, a maid running inside out of breath as she stood at your bed, bowing first before waiting for your permission for her to speak again.

You groaned as you heard the woman storming in your room. Your head pounding because of the amount you drank the evening before at the casino. You slowly opened your eyes, hand on your head, holding it because of the pain. You gave the woman an angry look. "Speak" You snapped at her.

"M-Mam, T-The prisoner! He- He-"

"He what?!" You yelled, tired of the stuttering and hesitation in her speech.

She swallowed before talking again. "He escaped..." She said softly but clear enough for you to hear.

"WHAT??!!"

You made your way down the halls of your mansion while you wrapped your bathrobe around your body. While you made your way downstairs a few of your men were running upstairs but halted once they saw you. They stared at you with wide eyes while you stood there furious looking down on them. "I'll ask you once..." You said as you slowly walked down until you were face to face with the head of the guards. "What happened?"

"We were guarding him like you asked and suddenly someone of the kitchen came to bring us food. They said it was a treat for our hard work. After we ate it... We blacked out. When we woke up again the door was open and he was gone." The man said, looking down.

You clenched your teeth and slapped him right in the face. "YOU IDIOTS! How could you let him escape! I asked one thing of you and you couldn't even do that!!" You yelled at all of them. They all looked down like puppies that were being scolded at. "You're all useless!" You said as you made your way further down the stairs. They all bowed at you one by one as you made your way down.

You took a few corners before ending up in front of Taehyung's bedroom. You knocked, not waiting for an answer, and walked in. "Taehyung I need you to check the CCTV footage of last night. That fucking agent escaped." You said pacing around in Taehyung's room while the boy sat up, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "How late is it?" He asked groggily as he looked at you with puffed cheeks, bad hair and small eyes. "It's 8 am." You told him.

He sighed. "Give me a few minutes to wake up and then I'll go check ok?" You nodded. "Ok, I'll give you 15 min. Not more." You said and you walked out.

Like promised, in 15 minutes Taehyung was already sitting behind his desk returning back to the footage of yesterday evening. You saw the images of you walking out of the house, ready to go to the casino. "You can skip past that." You told him. He skipped a bit forward until you told him to stop. "Stop! right there." You said pointing at the screen. A man with a hood and a mask on walked in the shadows towards the back of the house. Taehyung checked one of the camera's at the back and you saw the men slipping in through the back door where the kitchen is. "He must be the one who drugged the food of the guards."

"They were drugged?" He asked and you nodded. "These morons thought they got food because of their hard work." You answered him. "Now go to the footage of the basement." Taehyung did as you said and showed the images of the sleeping men and the hooded man breaking the chain, letting Hoseok out. "He must have informed someone somehow where he was." Taehyung said.

You sighed. "I need that password. I can't dismantle these bombs without him. I don't like to admit it but... I need him. I need Hoseok." Taehyung turned towards you in his seat. So what are you going to do now?

You thought for a second. Indeed, what were you going to do? You knew everyone would fall for Hoseok's tricks all over again. Except for you. You would never fall for his charms, right? "I'll go after him." You then suddenly decided. Taehyung looked at you in shock. "Are you sure?" He asked. "You got men to do the dirty work for you." He stated.

You nodded. "I know but I can't trust them anymore. Those idiots already let him escape once, I can't let them do it a second time." You told him. "Check the CCTV's of the streets and every nearby city. I need to know where he is."

"Sure will." Taehyung said before going to work again.

While Taehyung worked on tracing Hoseok's location you went towards the dining room to grab some breakfast. Because of all this drama this morning you haven't even had the time to get some food into your system. Your stomach was already growling as you sat down at the filled table, set for two. Two? You may ask. Yes two. Today was the day your second hand would come back from his yearly vacation. He was one of the most trusted men into your house.

His name was Marcus and besides being your second hand he was also your dad's best friend. He has always been by his side and helped him in any way possible. After he died Marcus swore loyal to you and said he would do anything in his might to protect you. So the least you could do for him was to treat him as one of your own show him your gratitude.

While you were peacefully enjoying your meal the doors suddenly opened, revealing a man in suit. You smiled at the man immediately recognising him. "Marcus! Welcome back." You welcomed the man as he walked over towards you. He bowed at you before sitting down at the table where you were already seated. "It feels good to be back mam." He said, smiling before taking a look at the breakfast in front of him. "Well this is sure a great come back." He told you Smith amused eyes. "Please, enjoy yourself." You said. "Take whatever you want." You told him. "I'll sure will." He answered before digging in.

"So how was your trip?" You asked him. "Pretty good. Got some time to relax." He said. "How were things going here while I was gone?" He asked you.

You sighed. "It has been an entire rollercoaster. Oh Marcus," You said dramatically. "How happy I am you're back. I have so much to tell you." After you told him everything Marcus looked at you in shock. "You finally caught him?!" He asked surprised and you nodded. "Kind of, but he escaped yesterday evening while I was gone. These idiots can't do anything right around here anymore..."

"Only if I had been here to stop all this, huh?" He said teasingly and you nodded. "You know you're the best." You told him.

You ate and talked for a good hour before Marcus decided to go see his colleges and try to lessen the damage that had already been caused by Hoseok's escape. You really hoped he could do something about all this.

That evening you also went to go see Taehyung again to check on the situation. "You already found his whereabouts?" You asked the man in front of you. He turned his chair around and smiled at you. "Even better." He said licking his lips and clicking on one single button on his keyboard a whole screen popping up full of information. "I know which city he is in, which district and even in which building!" He told you, all proud of himself.

You walked over and stared at the screen with big eyes. "Really?! You are the best Tae!" You said, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug. The man laughed. "Alright, alright! You're welcome Y/n-ie" He said as you let go again.

"God, I could kiss you right now! You bring me so good news right now!" You yelled at him and he laughed. "You're welcome and about the kiss... no thanks." He said, showing off his boxy smile afterwards. "Go find me a plain ticket for the first flight tomorrow and tell Marcus he has the leadership until I'm back. This girl is going to Busan for some business..."

"Yes mam!"

And so the next day you flew all from Seoul to Busan. You took a taxi from the airport to your hotel while checking the info about Hoseok's whereabouts on your tablet. You mailed Taehyung, telling him you had a safe flight and to thank him again for his good work. He would definitely get a raise once you got back. You smiled as you closed your tablet and looked outside as you drove past the chore. "How long until we reach the hotel sir?" You asked the driver. "We're almost there miss! Just a few more minutes." He said. "Good" You answered, opening your window a bit and closing your eyes, enjoying the fresh sea air filling the car.

After a few more minutes you finally arrived at your destination. A five star hotel Taehyung booked for you. You got out of the taxi, payed the driver and walked inside the building as some staff took your bags out of the cab. You walked towards the counter and asked for your room. Of course it was the penthouse. You knew you could trust Taehyung. He always knew what you wanted. Once you got the key you went towards the elevator and went upstairs. You already felt completely drained from the trip towards where you were now.

As you arrived you walked towards the end off the hall and opened the door with your key card. A big smile as you entered the room. "Finally some rest." You said as you stretched your neck and walked towards the bed. But as soon as you walked through the door two men grabbed you by the arms. You tried to scream and break free from their grasp but it was no use. One of them held a cloth against your mouth and nose with some chloroform on it making you stop struggling after a while and falling into a deep slumber.

While you were unconscious the men dragged you outside the room, making sure no one saw you. They took you inside the elevator where someone was already waiting for your arrival. It was the lady from the counter that gave you your room earlier. "Let's move fast. Once you get out of the elevator go immediately towards the right. Go through the last door and that should lead you towards the back of the hotel. The van is waiting there." She said. Once they got you in the van they drove off to who knows where.

A few hours later you woke up with an incredible headache, as a side effect of the chloroform. You groaned as you opened your eyes, white light shining all around you. Once your eyes got adjusted to the light that came from big windows all around you you could also make out some silhouettes. "Our little princess is finally awake." You heard a voice. The voice sounded awfully familiar. But you couldn't put a name on it just yet.

You tried to move your hands but quickly figured out they were bounded behind your back. Same went for your legs. Tied against the legs of a chair. You looked back in front of you and the silhouette stood up from his place and walked closer until it was close enough. It squatted down in front of you and now you were able to identify the person clearly. "Hoseok..?" You said with unbelief.

He smirked at you. "Good morning princess." He said smiling. "Hope you slept well." Then you noticed the pain in your neck, shoulders and lower back. How long had you been tied to this chair for? You asked yourself. "You've been out for a pretty long time." Hoseok answered before you could even ask. "I hope my men weren't too rough on you." He said letting out a chuckle and standing back up to walk back towards his chair. He picked up an envelope from next to him and gave it to the man on his left. "Here, split it between you and the other guy. You did a great job." He told the man before he left the room, leaving only you and Hoseok.

"W-Where am I?" You asked. Your voice still a bit husk. "Is this xxx street? Your hide out here in Busan after you escaped?" You asked making Hoseok only laugh.

"Oh you wish sweetheart. Busan was just a distraction to get that tech guy of yours and your men off of my tail. We're in Ulsan right now." He told you. "I must admit... Your men are good at finding me but remember, I'm always a step ahead." He said. You looked at him and scoffed. "Asshole..." You muttered under your breath. "I heard that." Hoseok answered.

"Good, glad you know." You told him. He sighed and shoved his chair a bit closer before leaning forward, his arms resting on his thighs. "Tss, even bounded to a chair you still are a furry." He said. "Do you know why I brought you here Miss y/n?" You stayed quiet, clenching your teeth. "I brought you here because I got a proposition for you."

You scoffed. "And what may that be? You're gonna turn yourself in to me and let me torture you?" You asked nonchalantly.

He shook his head and hissed. "Aish, such a beautiful face but such a dirty mouth." He said, leaning back again. "You know the Choi clan right?" He asked. You scoffed. "Of course I know the Choi clan. Who doesn't? They're the biggest mafia out here in South-Korea. My father's mafia's greatest enemy."

Hoseok nodded. "Indeed. We've been already trying for years to stop them but without success."

"And what does all this got to do with me?" You asked him, not impressed by his little talk about the Choi's.

"I need your help." He said, a serious gaze on his face. "I need you to tell us everything you know about the Choi clan and help us arrest them. There is no better view over a mafia as the view of a mafia boss itself." You looked aside, out of the window. Now only noticing you were at a house right next to some low cliffs ending at the sea. You laughed. "And what's in that for me? I can help you but you're probably gonna arrest me afterwards anyways. So why should I bother?" You looked back at him.

He nodded, following your path of thinking. "I knew you would say that. Here's the deal. You help us destroy the Choi clan and I guarantee you won't go to prison. It's that simple." He said, standing up and walking around your chair. You wanted to say something but Hoseok was first. "And I know you're gonna refuse but think for a second... You have no where to run y/n." He stood now right behind you. He leaned in closer towards your right ear. "I got bombs all over your places." Then he switched to your left ear. "And I got you, tied to chair here right now. So either you're going to help or I turn you in right now and then you can say bye bye to your little mafia life." He said.

You scoffed. You wanted to protest but you knew he was right. He had you completely in the palm of his hand. There was no escape from him. "I give you three days starting today to decide whether you're in our out. In that time," He said, cutting the rope that was holding your hands together. "You are free to stand and walk wherever you want but," He said, turing towards your front and also cutting through the ropes at your feet. "You don't go off this domain. You'll stay at the house or at least in its presence. I have guards all over this place so don't you dare escape. Cuz things won't end well if you do" He spoke lowly, standing up while you pulled your hands to your chest, rubbing your sour wrists. The skin a deep red colour from where the rope had been a while ago.

You watched as he walked towards the door at the back of the room. "I'll stay here too. Come see me whenever you made your decision. I hope you enjoy your stay here." He turned his head towards you one last time, giving you a big grin before turning back around and walking out of the room leaving you all alone.

Already one day and one night had past and you still hadn't made your decision. You know going in on Hoseok's decision was your only option so far but you couldn't stop thinking if there maybe was another way. If your men maybe could get you out of here without Hoseok's deal involving. Should you go accept Hoseok's deal? Maybe. Where you stubborn? ... Hell yes. You don't like to lose and give in to others. So this time you also didn't want to just give into him. You couldn't. You were the boss of a big mafia! You shouldn't bow for just anyone.

That day you didn't talk to Hoseok at all. You did see each other sometimes and ate meals together but that would always be in complete silence. You expected Hoseok to annoy you but surprisingly he didn't. After lunch Hoseok left the house for the first time since you were here leaving you all alone. (The bodyguards are still there so dw, you can't escape that easy ;)).

That night when Hoseok came back he was so frustrated. You could see it at his behaviour as you were both eating dinner together at a rather late hour, you must admit. "What's wrong?" You asked. If you had to stay here for a few days you could at least make it a bit less awkward between the two of you.

Hoseok looked up at you. Surprised that you actually started a conversation with him after ignoring his existence in this house for at least 24 hours. "So you haven't lost your voice yet? That's a relief." He joked.

You sighed. "I'm serious Hoseok. What's wrong?" You tried again, trying to be as friendly as possible es hard as it was. He looked at you confused as for why you would care for him. "It's nothing you should concern about." He stated before starting to eat again.

You sighed. "Look, I know we're enemies and We both know we can't stand each other for one bit but... If I need to stay here for the few days ahead I want to make it at least a bit more comfortable for both of us. So..." You swallowed your proud and stubbornness as you said the following lines. "So, if something is wrong then please don't hesitate to come talk to me. I'm here for you ok?" You cringed at stating your own words but this was something you needed to do. Not only to make it more comfortable but also to earn Hoseok's trust. Maybe it could come in handy later on. You never know.

Hoseok nodded at your request. "I will princess." You wanted to snap at him giving you that nickname again but you quickly figured out you better shouldn't. Hoseok knew you were holding yourself in for not going all furry on him and he loved it. He loved making you all worked up and angry. Besides that fact that you were a dangerous mafia boss you were also a very pretty woman. No denying that. And seeing you all worked up and going all furry on him made him feel some kind of things.

"I'm a bit tired." Hoseok stated after a while. "I'll go get some sleep. You should do the same." He said, shoving his chair backwards and getting up from his seat. "And don't forget to think about my proposition Y/n. It's a very good and reasonable deal if you think about it throughly. I hope you can state me your decision tomorrow. But for now, goodnight." He said and then left towards his room.

After you were done eating you also left towards your room to get some good night rest. You sat onto your bed after putting on some sleep wear. You sighed as you thought about your situation. You really felt stuck. You couldn't contact anyone since you didn't have your phone. Hoseok must have hidden it when you were unconscious. your men also haven't been looking for you yet either... Did they even knew in what kind of situation you were right now? Did Tae knew? Would he be worried right now since you haven't texted him yet in these 2 days you've already gone missing?

You let out a deep sigh as questions kept filling your mind. It made you crazy! But suddenly all worries were blown away, out of your mind, as you felt two arms wrap around your frame from behind and two lips placing a delicate kiss onto your neck. Your eyes widened in shock. You quickly looked at your side only to lock eyes with someone you didn't expect.

Hoseok.

He softly smiled at you. "Hey princess." He said, smiling softly. "W-What are you doing here?!" You asked while getting out of the man's grip and standing up from the bed. Why was he here? Why did he touched you like that? Why did he acted so... sweet?

Hoseok tilted his head to the side and looked you up and down, smirking and biting his lip. "Couldn't sleep." He said.

You looked confused at him. He couldn't sleep? So why did he came here then? Out of all places why here? In your room? "So?" You said.

He let out a small chuckle and stood up from the bed, making slow steps forwards, closer to you, making you taking steps backwards until your body hit the wall. No where to run now.

Hoseok placed his hands at both sides of your head, against the wall. "Listen up my lady, I can't sleep and it seems like you can't sleep either, so what do you say about having some fun together hm?" He asked, his eyes scanning your face for some kind of reaction before resting on your perfect shaped lips. God, it drove him wild. Those delicious luscious lips...

You looked at him in shock. Was he really asking what you thought he was asking?! Was he referring to sex? "You tried to slap him in the face but he caught your hand on time and pinned it against the wall making you gasp. You must admit it was kinda hot, seeing his fast reflexes.

He pushed closer against you, one of his legs pushed between yours, his knee against your princess parts, his chest pressed against yours. You swallowed as you looked into his deep brown eyes. You could see they were filled with lust. Completely the opposite of how you both would look at each other a day ago.

God, it made you feel things... That lust filled gaze of him. And his knee, pressed against your core didn't made it any easier. "What will it be love? I don't have all night. I know we're supposed to be enemies but I remember a certain person saying we should get more comfortable around each other and that I was always welcome. Do you still remember that princess?" He asked you and you nodded. You didn't knew what was wrong with you but Hoseok's sudden dominant behaviour got the best of you.

He leaned even more closer towards you, your noses brushing against each other, his lips so close to yours and yet they didn't touch. "What do you want princess? Tell me..." He said, and with those final last words you lost it.

"You" You answered him almost immediately. Without hesitation Hoseok started to kiss you and you surrendered completely to him. You kissed him back and Hoseok let go of your hand that was still pinned against the wall. Your arms fell onto his shoulders. You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss some more, your fingers playing with the locks at the back of his hair. Hoseok bite and sucked at your bottom lip until you finally opened your mouth allowing him inside. Hoseok slipped his tongue inside and started to play with yours. You both moaned into the kiss as it got really steamy and messy. "Fuck Y/n- I didn't knew you could kiss that well." Hoseok stated, breathing heavily between kisses. You smirked. "Had lots of practise in the past i guess." You answered before he guided your leg around his hips, his mouth smashing against yours again in a hot kiss. He slapped your thigh two times, asking you to jump which you gladly did. You wrapped both of your legs around Hoseok's waist, not breaking the kiss as he takes you with him towards the bed.

When he hit the bed frame with his feet he slowly sat down, making you sit on top of his lap. You grinned against him, never breaking the kiss. Soft moans and groans coming out of both of your mouths. Hoseok let go of your lips only to wrap them around your jaw and throat. You moaned, grinding harder against him as he found your sweet spot. "Fuck Hobi-" Without you realising a cute nickname slipped out for the man under you. Hoseok stopped kissing for a while looking up at you. "What- What did you just say?" He asked, already half out of breath from your make-out session.

You blushed as you bite your lip, looking away in embarrassment. Hoseok took a hold of your chin and made you look at him again. "Hey, Look at me while I'm talking. Now answer me princess." He said. "What did you just call me." It sounded more like an order now then a question.

"H-Hobi..." You said quietly. It was quiet for a second. Hoseok just stared at you as he took in your words. Then he suddenly grinned, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. "Cute..." You could hear him whisper under his breath before he pecked your lips. Then he went down again, kissing and napping at your sweet spot. You were sure it was going to leave a bruise later on but right now you didn't mind. Your brain was a haze, your body felt hot and you were so wet down there.

His hands kept roaming your body. From caressing your back to gripping your hips, to grind you more and harder against him, grouping your ass and so on. His hands found their way under you shirt and he pushed it up to get it off of you. You helped him getting it off making him stare at your red laced bra afterwards holding onto your breasts.

He grouped them into his hands, squeezing them softly while you just watched. You knew you shouldn't love all this right now and you knew you surely shouldn't do it with him but you couldn't resist it. And besides, it had been so long since you've had dick. And from what you could feel in his pants right now he got one on the larger size.

You bite your lip as you looked at him getting one breast out of your bra, his thumb caressing over the little but making you whimper. He looked at you, giving you a lazy smirk before he attached his mouth to your breast. He let his tongue roll over your nipple, now and then sucking on it, making them go even harder. His other hand still working on your other breast before he switched sides. Now your left nipple in his mouth and his fingers playing and pinching the other one. While he was busy sucking your tits he unbuckled your bra, making it fall onto your lap. You slept your arms out of the straps and threw it aside.

When you turned your head back towards him his lips met yours again in a quick but deep kiss. "Now love... It has been so long since I've had a woman so close to me. So what would you say of making me feel your mouth, huh? Would you do that for me princess?" He said, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip before slipping onto your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and started to suck on his finger. It may look strange but it kinda comforted you, making you feel smaller and wanting to submit more to him. Letting him take full control.

You nodded as an answer and smiled, getting his thumb out of your mouth. "Now," he said. "Get on your knees love."

He pulled down his pants and boxers as you sat down on the floor, his dick springing free standing tall and red. He was so ready for you. You licked your lips before kissing his length. Starting at the bottom and making your way towards his already leaking top. When you got at the top you started to take him inside of you, making him groan as you suck on his tip, your tongue rolling over the little slit. "Fuck-, that feels so good princess. Keep going." He said, closing his eyes and putting his hand behind him leaning on his strong arms as he felt his body melt under your touch. After teasing the tip for a while you tried to slowly bob your head up and down, every time when you're going down taking an inch more into your mouth until you couldn't anymore. The part that didn't fit into your mouth you stimulated with your hand, moving it up and down in a steady motion with your head.

Hoseok grasped onto your hair out of pleasure, pulling it softly and getting it out of your face. He wanted to see your face while you pleasured him so well. You were such a good girl for him. So good... He never expected for you to go in on his proposal of having a one night stand for tonight but he loved how turned on you got from him and how submissive you got after you acted like such a brat earlier. He liked to get you worked up and make you go all furry to him but having you now submit to him did something to him. He had been watching you for already so long and now he had you for him alone he couldn't drop the chance and just rushed to your room.

Hoseok felt himself getting close as you went bit faster, your droll already rolling over his dick and towards his balls, your eyes getting teary but you didn't cry. "I'm close baby." He told you. "I'ma cum in your warm little mouth and you're gonna swallow it all. You're my good girl after all, isn't it?" He asked and you nodded.

You loved to be a brat but for some reason hearing Hoseok call you a good girl made you want to please him in all kind of ways. You wanted to be his good girl and his only. You loved his small praises, the cute nicknames he gave you and that irresistible smirk of him whenever you did something he loved or when he had a little plan up in that head of his. In other words he made you go crazy for him.

A few more thrusts and he finally came, tinting the walls of your mouth white. And just like he asked you, you swallowed it all, showing him afterwards. "Good girl. Did so well princess." He praised you again and you smiled up at him as he held your chin, pulling you back up.

He sat you back on his lap and kissed your lips, tasting himself before flipping you over onto your back, on top of the soft mattress. You gasp as he does so.

He grins and hovers over you, ghosting his lips over yours for a while making you hungry for more until he finally kissed you again. He kissed over your jaw and behind your ear. "Princess, I want you to turn around for me." He whispered before biting your ear playfully and getting up so you could turn around for him. You did as he said and turned around now laying on your stomach. He slowly looked you up and down, his hand gliding over your half naked body until he stops at your ass. He helps you out of your pants and panties, throwing them aside. After that he also gets off his remaining clothes before hovering over you again, leaving soft kisses on your shoulders. You whimpered as you felt his hard dick poking your asscheeks. You had been so wet this whole time. Your pussy was craving for some attention.

Hoseok chuckled deeply as he felt you grind against him. "Such a slut for me princess. Your body is just begging me to get touched." He said making you whimper a second time.

But luckily you didn't have to wait long or his full length was already inside you. You moaned as he filled you up so well. "Fuck-" Hoseok breathed out. Because you were already so wet for him he slipped right in and he didn't expected that. But it wasn't like you were to loose. You still felt so tight. It was like your little cunt was just made for him.

He pulled it out before pushing it back in, making you both moan simultaneously this time. You both felt so good. No words to describe it.

When Hoseok started to move for real this time he didn't hold back. He didn't really wait for you to adjust to him (not that you needed to) and started to thrust at an already rapid pace. Moans and groans filled the room as Hoseok was ramming into your pussy like crazy. Right now you felt like you were on cloud nine and on Hoseok's side it was just the same. You both had no thoughts at that moment, the only thing on your minds is how good the other's body felt against your own.

After a short while you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. Meaning you were close. Hoseok could feel it at how tight your pussy became. Sometimes pulsating, driving him crazy. "I-I'm c-close-" You said to him between moans and heavy breaths.

As you told him that he suddenly seemed to stop making your groan and whimper. "Hoseooookkkk-" You were whining, not liking his warm flesh leaving you wet and aching hole. But before anything else he flipped you around and pushed back in. You moaned.

"Want to see your face." He said. "Wanna see how good I make you feel." He stated before slowly starting to trust again, his eyes never leaving your face, taking in every detail, every new expression that took place on that oh so beautiful face. He speed up a bit, seeing your expression change again and hearing your moans getting louder. Like before you ached around him, getting tighter and tighter as that wave of pleasure came back, bringing you close to pure ecstasy. "Cum for me sweetheart." Hoseok said as he felt himself getting close as well.

As like his words were the magic spell your body was waiting to hear you both came undone, Hoseok's mouth devouring yours again, muffling your moans as you came. You both stayed in that position for a while, your lips still attached against each other as Hoseok spilled his load inside of you until his dick softened down again and slipped out. You whimpered at the loss.

Hoseok gave you a last peck on the lips before getting off of you and laying on his back beside you, staring up at the ceiling. "That... Was amazing." He said out of breath. You laughed and nodded. "That was indeed." You answered him. "It has been so long since I had such good sex." You admitted. "Me too, princess. Me too..."

"You're on the pill, right?" Hoseok suddenly asked, turning his head towards you. "Why you asking?" "Well, we didn't use a condom. I hope you don't mind." Hoseok said, blushing a bit and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. How was this the man the one that ever took control over you a while ago?

"I don't take the pill but I got a spiral implanted. So no need to worry about getting me pregnant." You told him. He nodded and then stared back at the ceiling. He suddenly laughed. "What?" You asked turning towards him. He shook his head. "Was just thinking of something.." "Tell me." He played on his side and looked at you. "You know what they say about keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" He asked, a playful smile on his face. "Well I think this way we're definitely keeping our enemies closer." He winked at you and you scoffed, a little smile creeping through.

And that's how you both ended up talked a bit that night until you felt your body getting tired and just fell asleep.

Opening your eyes the next morning it seems you were the first one awake. You tossed around and laid on your other side facing the still fast asleep man next to you. You smiled as he looked so soft while sleeping. So... harmless. You smiled as you looked at him, admiring his cute, puffy face he made while sleeping. How could anyone want to hurt this man?

You shook your head. Did- Did I just think that?! You asked yourself. Get him out of your head Y/n! He's supposed to be your enemy! You told yourself. But yesterday night was just so... You bite your lip as you thought back about yesterday night. Maybe... Just maybe you could trust this man for once. Maybe it was ok to let go for just a little while.

You thought back about his proposition. You didn't knew if yesterday night was one of his plans to get you to follow him into his idea or not but this morning you finally made your decision. You were gonna take Hoseok's offer. It's not like you had any other plans, right?

Before you knew it the men next to you woke up and when he saw you were awake he smiled, closing his eyes and yawning, stretching his muscular arms. "Morning.." He said softly in his deep morning voice. God, you were such a simp for that voice from now on. "Morning." You answered him. You got a bit shocked as the boy leaned in and softly pecked your lips.

Hoseok looked at your shocked face and let out a small giggle before turning onto his back and looking up at the ceiling taking a deep breath. "Last night was... amazing." He said. You nodded but of course he couldn't see it so you answered him afterwards. "Yeah.." You said softly. "Hoseok?" You asked and he turned his face sideways so he could see you, a soft smile plastered onto his face. "Please call me Hobi." He said. You blushed as you remembered you accidentally calling him that last night.

You gave him a small awkward smile and a soft nod. "H-Hobi?" You tried again. "What is it angel?" He asked. Angel... Well that was a new nickname to add to the list. He hadn't called you angel before. You kinda liked it... Stop it! Stop thinking about it Y/n! You internally sighed. Why did he made you feel like this??

"Y/n?" Hoseok called out your name as he saw you were caught in thoughts all of a sudden. "Huh?" You said as you heard his voice. "Oh.." You looked at him and bite your lip before deciding to be bold and sit a bit up. One hand holding you up and one softly wrapped around Hoseok's naked chest under the blanket. You softly let your fingers glide over the warm skin. "I just wanna say... I'm in." You told him, not really wanna admit it but your heart said it was the only right thing to do and your brain said it was the only option to do.

Hoseok looked at you a bit confused before understanding it. "You're for real?" He asked shocked and you nodded. "I will help you catch the Choi's. I already kinda know how too I think..." You said. You looked up at him and Hoseok was smiling at you. He softly started to pet your head. "You made the right decision. I'm glad you decided to cooperate." You don't know why but hearing Hoseok saying you did well made you feel all giddily and good around him. And on top of that the pats he was giving you... You felt like you were in heaven. You may look and sometimes act like a real bitch, well- actually most of the time-, but somewhere inside there you were just a soft girl.

Hoseok let out a deep breath getting you both out of your silent trance you both seemed to be in. "We should go get some clothes on and then we can discuss further details." He said and you nodded, unwrapping your arm from around him and laying back down so he could get up.

Once you both showered and were fully dressed again you sat together at the table to discuss your plan. "So, you said you had something in mind right?" Hoseok asked and you nodded. "Tell me."

"Well," You started off. "You probably already know Mr Choi has two daughters" Hoseok nodded. "but did you knew he also had a son?" You asked and Hoseok looked at you confused. "We've been through those files multiple times. He had a son. He died 10 years ago." Hoseok said, grabbing the file and showing you.

You smirked and shook your head. "That's the part he made you guys see. The rumour goes that he's still alive." You said and Hoseok looked at you in shock. "How is that possible?"

You grinned. "I don't know either but apparently he is. About this... there is good and bad news. What you wanna hear first?" You asked Hoseok. "Good first." He answered.

"Very well then. The good news is, they guy should be in Korea. Multiple people keep saying he's still here and have seen him. It has also been confirmed with pictures. Now the bad news... We have no idea how he looks like. We have witnesses but no descriptions or clear pics of his face."

"So he could be anyone..." Hoseok said and you nodded. "Exactly." "And what has this son to do with getting the Choi's?" Hoseok suddenly asked.

"Well, get the son and you get to the father! People say they still see each other once a year. You said you couldn't get your hands onto Mr Choi? Well he's your chance." You said.

Hoseok seemed lost in thoughts as he looked at the documents in front of him. "But how are we going to find him?" He asked. "There live thousands of people here in Korea." He stated.

You smirked. "I got the perfect solution for that."

A few hours of convincing Hoseok and taking a plain back to Seoul and you were standing again at your own house. More specifically, Taehyung's workspace. "So you are sure this guy can find Choi's son?" Hoseok asked you for the already umpteenth time. You sighed. "For the last time Hope, Taehyung is the best. This guy here gets everything done." You said earning a grin from Taehyung himself who was seated at his usual place, behind his computers. "Well, thanks for the compliment Y/n." He said. "And Hoseok, don't worry. I'll find this guy. It's not because you failed that I will." He gave Hoseok a quick wink making him scoff.

How does he even has the audacity. Hoseok thought. "Good luck man." Hoseok said before walking out of the room with you, leaving Taehyung alone to do his job.

"So what do we do in the meanwhile?" Hoseok asked you. "We just relax a bit. There's not much we can do anyways." You told him. And before you knew it you had let him to your bedroom. (Not for what you think you pervs out there.😏 It's not always about sex.)

You sat down on your bed as Hoseok admired your room, standing still at some pictures. "Is that you?" He asked, holding up one in particular. You smiled and nodded, thinking back about old good memories. "That's me and my mom." You said as you thought back about her. Her soft hands, her warm smile. You missed her a lot. "What happened to her?" Hoseok asked; like he could read you expression. "Cancer..." You answered. "Dad was so broken after she died." You looked up from the picture at Hoseok again, giving him a sad smile. "It's not because we are feared mafia's that we don't know what true love is. What mom and dad had... Was something special. They really loved each other." You said.

Hoseok put the picture back down and walked over to you, sitting down next to you and holding your fragile frame. "I wish she was still here. She was a wonderful woman." You said as Hoseok softly caressed your head. "She told me I should always follow my heart."

Hoseok pulled back from the embrace and gave you a small reassuring smile. You don't know why but your body seemed to react on it and you started to smile back at him. You didn't knew how you became from being enemies only a few days ago to feeling so close to him now but it felt good and you kinda didn't want to let go of that feeling.

Hoseok put a strand of hair behind your face before speaking. "Y/n, what would you think of getting out of this... mafia live of yours? Just start a new life, a better one. Maybe even go start a family." He said.

You laughed ad shook your head. "I can't do that... I maybe had a choice as a kid but after my father died and I took over... I can't just leave like that. And besides... Some people here are like family to me. I can't just leave them." You told him.

"What if you could?"

Before you could answer him, the door to your bedroom opened. "Boss! I didn't knew you were already back and oh- You found him?! Do I need to get the guards?" Marcus asked after storming in.

You smiled and turned towards Marcus. "No need Marcus. It's alright. I made a deal with Mr Jung here so from now on he won't be our prisoner anymore. He will be our guest. And besides, I already told you to just call me by your name. You're not just anyone Marcus. You were my father's friend. So please be comfortable and just see me as a friend too." You said, earning a smile back from him. "Sure Y/n. Do you guys need anything?" He asked and you shook your head. "Not really but thank you Marcus. I'll see you later downstairs." You told him and with that he left your room again.

"Marcus?" Hoseok asked and you turned back to him. You nodded. "My father saved him a few years ago when I was still a kid. Since then he had been my father's most trusted man and also his friend. After he died he swore to protect his family no matter what. So that's how he became my wing man now." You told him and Hoseok nodded. "I see.."

You sighed and stood up. "Well... I should go downstairs now. Marcus is probably waiting for me. You can stay here until I come back our just room around a bit in the house. Whatever you like." You told him and he nodded. "see you later Hobi!" You said with a smile as you walked towards the door. Hoseok smiled back, even happier as he heard you used the little nickname again. "See you later." He said before you finally walked out of the door.

"Ok... explain to me Y/n why that guy is just randomly relaxing in your room?" Marcus asked you once you were both sitting downstairs on the sofa. "Well Marcus, Like I told you, I made a deal with Mr. Jung." "Are you crazy?!" Marcus yelled. "That's like making a deal with the devil!"

"Calm down!" You yelled back at him, making him shut his mouth and sit back down. "Now let me explain." You d-said, fixing your hair. "When I was in Busan I bumped into Hoseok like planned. We... had a little encounter afterwards." You said, thinking back about how he kidnapped you but afterwards how he could pleasure you so well. You swallowed, stopping your thoughts and licking your dry lips. "Then Hoseok came with a proposition. His agency is after the Choi's. Even more then after us. He promised if we helped he would leave us alone afterwards." You explained to the man in front of you.

"And what makes you think he's speaking the truth?" Marcus asked you. You stared into the distance, a small smile forming onto your mouth. "I believe Hobi." You said.

Marcus looked at you with questionable eyes. "H-hobi?" He asked. You swallowed, eyes in shock. Did you just said that out loud?! You looked at Marcus. "I-" How were you going to explain this? "What happened back in Busan?" Marcus asked. "Nothing just-... I was tired of him giving me those little nicknames so I gave him one to annoy him too! Yeah! That's it." You said, a nervous giggle afterwards. You hoped he didn't suspected anything.

Marcus nodded. "Alright then.." He said, dropping the topic. "And besides, Imagine. For so long the Choi's have been at the top of Korea's mafia. Once they're down we're the new number one. We'll finally stand at the top Marcus! How wonderful is that!" You told him enthusiastic. Marcus nodded. "That's... Indeed great!" You frowned your eyebrows. You expected Marcus to be the most enthusiastic out of the two of you. "Is everything alright?" You asked him.

He cleared his throat. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. I was just worried about you. What if something happens to you. I still can't trust that Hoseok guy." He said. You gave him a soft smile, placing your hand on top of his. "Don't worry Marcus. I got this." And with that you stood up and walked out. "By the way Marcus," You said, turning around one last time. "Can you go check how Taehyung's work is going and give me an update on it? It's quite important and I only trust you with it." You told him. He nodded. "Of course. I'll go check right away boss!"

When you came back to your room you were surprised that Hoseok was still there. It was like he never left. "I thought you would've already went off to go explore the place." You said as you walked in. Hoseok looked up at you. "Neah, not really. I rather stay here. It's quiet here." He said, laying back onto the bed.

You went to sit at the edge of the bed and looked outside the big window in your room. Suddenly you felt Hoseok's hand grabbing yours and to Hoseok's surprise you laced your fingers with his. He smiled, looking at your face as it looked beautiful to him with the current lighting coming from your windows. You hair already got a bit messy from walking around all over the place all day. You may have been a target for him at first but right now, the only thing he could think about calling you was his angel. That's how you looked in Hoseok's eyes like an angel still trapped into the claws of the devil... The mafia. If he only could get you out of this life and give you a better one. "Leave this place with me tonight."

You turned your head towards Hoseok as these words came out of his mouth. "What?" "You heard me." Hoseok said, sitting back up and sitting a bit closer towards you. "Leave this place with me. Y/n, I can see this is no life for you... I promise I can give you a better one." Hoseok said, looking deep into your eyes. You suddenly felt all naked, like Hoseok could look right through you and into your soul. It's not like you loved the mafia but it also wasn't like you hated it.

"How...?" You quietly asked. "I already told you it's not that easy..." You said, looking down at your still intertwined hands. "Let's just leave this place tonight. No one will know. And we'll see what happens afterwards." Hoseok pushed your chin back up with his free hand. "Look at me Y/n. Do you trust me?" Hoseok asked.

You thought for a second, nervously chewing on your lip. Eventually you nodded your head. You knew you couldn't deny anymore what was happening between you and Hoseok. You knew it all went quick but there was just this sparkle between you and from today on you couldn't unseen it anymore.

Hoseok smiled at your response. "Good. So please Y/n, please come with me." He said, leaning in closer and delicately kissing your lips. You nodded. "A-alright. Let's get out of here tonight. But... I can't leave Taehyung here behind. I need him to go with us. He's my best friend Hope... We grew up together."

Hoseok looked you into the eyes while playing with your hand. "You're sure you can trust him enough to let him come with us?" He asked and you nodded. "I'm a hundred percent sure of it." Hoseok nodded. "Ok then. Go tell him. We'll leave at 3am. Everyone should be asleep by then."

And so as planned you went to speak to Taehyung. You told him the plan and of course he supported you in your decision. He was glad you asked him to go with you. He joked around saying' if Hoseok didn't take you away from here I would'. You laughed at him but then he started to question you about Hoseok and then the blushing and stuttering came. Of course, as the good friends you are, you told him about how you felt something towards the boy but wasn't quiet sure jet but it just felt right. As last you also talked about who the son of the Choi's could be but Taehyung only said it was difficult and he didn't knew yet.

After your little chat with Taehyung and bumping into Marcus inside the hall you were finally back in your room, making everything ready together with Hoseok. "Go get some rest Y/n." Hoseok said, packing the last of your things. You didn't intended to take much with you but no matter what Hoseok insisted he would help you pack. With the small bag finally packed you lay down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You heard Hoseok close the zipper of the back before feeling the mantras getting heavy next to you. "I am surprised I'm doing this... A few days ago I wouldn't even have thought of escaping this life. I was so focused on making my parents proud..." You said before scooping a bit closer towards Hoseok, resting your head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around you. "No matter what you do, I think your parents will always be proud of you Y/n. Now go sleep. You got a few hours." He said, kissing the top of your head.

"Goodnight Hope."

"Goodnight Y/n."

While you slept Hoseok didn't close an eye. He stayed awake all night, staring at you and also keeping the guard. He knew it may be foolish of him but there was someone in this house Hoseok didn't trust. And that was Marcus. Marcus had always been a strange figure in Hoseok's eyes and today it only got worse.

Hoseok lied to you when you asked him if he stayed in your room the whole time you were gone. In fact, Hoseok went to look for Taehyung. He had something in mind and the only one that could confirm it was him.

"Taehyung, can you look into someone for me?" Hoseok asked as he walked into Taehyung's office. "Who do you need me to look for?" The guy asked, looking at him from behind his desk. "I want you to get some research done on that Marcus guy."

Taehyung looked at him in shock. "Marcus? Why?" He asked, genuinely confused. "I don't trust him at all and I need to confirm something..." Hoseok said, standing behind Taehyung, looking at the screens.

"Marcus has been friends with Y/n's father for so long. Why wouldn't you trust him?" Taehyung said. "You don't think that-" Taehyung broke his own sentence into a silence as he finally understood what Hoseok was looking for. Hoseok nodded. "I think he's our man."

And just like he had thought Taehyung confirmed it that evening. Marcus was indeed the person you guys had been looking for. He was the son of the one and only Mr. Choi. But what would the son of a filthy rich mafia boss do in their enemies house? Hoseok could only think of one thing...

Then a bullet shot through the window and got caught by the opposite wall. Hoseok shook you awake. "Y/n wake up! Plans have changed, we need to go now!" You immediately woke up and you both stood up from the bed, only to hear another two gunshots. You both quickly laid flat on the ground. "W-what is that?" You asked, still halve asleep and confused. "They're here to kill you Y/n."

"What?!" You asked confused. "Who would possibly want to kill me?!" Again shots and Hoseok pulled you with him inside your closet. No windows there so the shutters don't know where to shoot anymore. Then a door opened giving you the answer to your question. "Well, hello hello!"

You looked at Hoseok in shock recognising the voice. Was that Marcus?! Hoseok put his finger in front of his lips telling you to not make any noise.

"Where are you little princess? I know you're somewhere in here~" Marcus said as you heard him walk around the room. "I know your lover boy is with you too." He said.

"You know... I wished things would've gone other ways but you just leave me no choice Y/n. You're just like your father." He said before shooting at the ceiling, making you jump a bit.

But what did he mean, just like your father? "You know the day your father died... It was my doing. He tried to escape too and just like you now, he left me no choice but to kill him right there and then."

You placed your hand over your mouth in shock. Your body was trembling while tears were threatening to leave your eyes. Marcus killed your father? But why would he ever do that? They were like best friends. Hoseok took your trembling body in his arms, shushing you quietly while he was eagerly looking for a way out of here.

Marcus started to speak again. "I know you're probably wondering... 'Oh why did you kill my daddy Marcus? Weren't you like best friends?' " Marcus said, trying to imitate your voice. "Well dear, It may look like we were friends but I am his worst nightmare. Your worst nightmare!" You heard him push a closet on the ground, making a hella loud noice. "You know who I am Y/n? Why doesn't Hoseok tell you, huh?" You looked at Hoseok confused. What would he know you didn't? "I am Marcus Choi. The son of the biggest, most feared mafia boss." Then a maniac laughter could be heard from him. "Wasn't it a great idea from me to infiltrate your little mafia and bring it down? After the accident happened everyone thought I died but I didn't, what caused me to be in the most ideal position. I thought when your father died I finally made an end to the Lee's but then you showed up from your house in the US and took over!" This time a vase could be heard shattering onto the ground. "Of course daddy's little girl had to take over business! Now where are you Y/n! Cut the crab and come out already!" Marcus yelled.

Hoseok slammed the door open as on clue and run with you towards the door as Marcus tried to shoot at the both of you. Luckly no bullet caught you. Or so you thought... "Hoseok! Your shoulder!" You said while you were running through the halls. "I'm alright. We need to get to Taehyung first to warn him and then get the hell out of here." He said. You looked at his shoulder and let go of his hand. "You'll need your hand to put pressure on that wound." You said.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU BITCH!!"

You quickly opened the door and ran into Taehyung's room as you heard Marcus yell from upstairs. "Taehyung!" You yelled as you run towards him and hugged him. He hugged you back. "I heard gunshots, what's happening?" He asked, letting go of you. Then he looked at Hoseok and his arm that was covered in blood. "Fuck that looks bad..." He said. "Is it Marcus?!" He asked and Hoseok nodded. "He somehow must have heard us talking about escaping. We need to go now."

"COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

Marcus voice could be heard closer and closer. "He's getting near." You said. The panic could be seen in your eyes as you looked at the two boys. "You two need to get out of here as fast as possible." Taehyung said. "And what about you?!" You asked and he gave you a soft smile. "We can't escape with all of us. Marcus knows this place too well. He'll catch onto us in no time. You go and I'll distract him."

"But what if he hurts you like he did to Hoseok?!" You asked concerned. "Don't worry about me Y/n. I'll be alright. I always am in the end. Just trust me ok?" Leave the house and I'll make sure you escape safely." He said.

"He's right Y/n. We got to go now." Hoseok said as he pulled at your arm. You gave Taehyung one last glance. He smiled and nodded, like he was saying 'it's alright. It's all gonna be fine.' And so you trusted him on that and left with Hoseok through the front door.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Marcus yelled from the top of the stairs aiming his gun towards you but shot into the door because Hoseok could close it on time. A tear left your eye as you thought of Taehyung being inside there with that maniac. You were so scared of what Marcus could do to Taehyung. Then you saw the house go into lockdown. You knew this was Taehyung's doing and it was also a sign for you and Hoseok to leave.

"Where are your cars Y/n?" Hoseok asked. "Right there, behind that corner." you told him as you both ran towards the garages. You opened one and got inside the car as fast as possible, Hoseok behind the steering wheel. "Buckle up!" He said and then started the engine. But before you could ride away a shot was heard. You both looked at the side, it was Marcus. Somehow he managed to escape the house and he just shot one of your tiers. This was no good. "You both looked at him in shock as he aimed the gun towards you two again. Fear in both of your eyes this time as you had no where to run to now. You were so scared knowing this could be your last moment.

You still had so many things you wanted to do. You want to stop this mafia shit, make more times to spend with friends and family and most important of all, start a new better life with the one you loved... Hoseok. As you were so concentrated you didn't saw Taehyung stumble out of the house all beaten up by the hooligan in front of you.

You closed your eyes in fear of what would come and then it finally came. Two gunshots could be heard.

...But strangely they never reached you nor Hoseok. You opened your eyes again and saw Marcus coughing up blood before falling down onto the floor. Someone had shot him. Then from everywhere around the building and bushes men with guns appeared. Hoseok rushed out of the car and towards the men. You looked at your saviours in shock as Hoseok talked to them about something. Two persons went to check on the corps while Hoseok looked back and forth between you and then one he was taking to.

You decided to get out of the car as well and with small steps you walked towards Hoseok. He gave you a soft smile and then took you into a tight hug. "It's alright. It's all over now." He shushed you while caressing your hair as you cried into his chest from the chock and all the stress you had been going through tonight.

"Who is this Seok?" The man that was standing with Hoseok earlier asked. "This is Y/n. She was one of the people captured here by Marcus." Hoseok said. "I see... Can you both come testify one by one in a while?" The man asked. "Sheff, can we do it together? I don't think she's in a state to handle this on her own now." Hoseok stated and the guy nodded. "I give you 15min to calm down a bit. Come inside afterwards.

Once the guy left Hoseok let go off you and took a step back to look at you. "It's alright. Just take some deep breaths." You did as Hoseok said and it calmed you down a bit. "Now, I want you to let me speak when we get inside for the interrogation. If they know you're the boss of this whole mafia you hang." "They will put me in prison?!" You asked in shock and Hoseok shock his head. "No, no, no. I won't let that ever happen princess. Just let me do the talking and everything will be alright, ok?" He said and you nodded. "Ok.." "Good."

"Now... How did all these men come here?" You asked, confused on how Hoseok's men suddenly found your house. "I called them in. When you were talking to Marcus I went to Taehyung to search a bit more information about the man."

"You already knew... You didn't trusted him from the start." You said and Hoseok nodded. "I didn't trusted him indeed but I didn't knew. Well... I wasn't sure yet. So that's why I needed proof. Thanks to Taehyung's help I got it. I contacted my boss afterwards. I told them my location and everything they needed to know. My plan was to get you out first so they could storm in and clear this mess without you having to worry about it. I didn't knew he would come and try to kill you first..." Hoseok said, looking down. "I wanted to capture him to get to the Choi's as originally planned but then the shots and he tried to murder you and-"

"ssh," You said, placing your hands on both of Hoseok's cheeks. He looked up at you and you placed your forehead carefully against his. He calmed down a bit, taking a deep breath. "I'm here Hope. I'm right here. I'm still alive thanks to you. You did good by calling your troops here. Thank you for saving me." You said, smiling at him and he smiled back.

You took a deep breath yourself before both going inside for your interrogation. Like you discussed earlier outside Hoseok did the talking. He had to lie a bit for that but it was necessary to not get you in prison. He told them Marcus killed your dad and captured you afterwards. He told them Marcus took over and then caught him too. When you tried to escape today Marcus tried to kill you both and then the troops came in. That's the story Hoseok told the police. "Can you confirm this Ms. Lee?" The agent interrogating you asked. You nodded. "Yes it is. I have been captured by that battered for years until Hoseok finally came and saved me." You said, Hoseok squeezing your hand under the table as if wanting to tell you 'good job'.

After all that happened that day you still had to find a good story for Taehyung. After that was all done and Taehyung was completely healed again you and Hoseok decided to live together. Taehyung was so happy for the both of you. The only thing he ever wanted was to see his best friend happy and now he knew you finally were.

"Guess who?"

You laughed as you knew who these hands and voice belonged too. "Hoseok, we're the only one in the house right now. Of course it's you." You said giggling. It had been a year since what happened with Marcus and right now you were living happily with Hoseok in a villa at the beautiful coast of Italy.

Hoseok took his hands from around your eyes and went to sit next to your legs onto the sunbed you were currently on. You put off your sunglasses and looked at the man in front of you as he leaned in closer for a kiss. For the ones asking, yes you and Hoseok were a pair. A month after everything that happened and after recovering from the chock for a while Hoseok finally asked you to be his and without hesitating you said yes. And so you now both lived happily in each other's presence.

"I got a surprise for you." Hoseok said, pulling back from the kiss and smiling at you. He then pulled an envelope from behind his back. "What is that?" You asked. "Open it." He said, giving you the envelope. You opened it and pulled out two tickets for... "The opera? Is this real?!" Hoseok smiled and nodded. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so so so muchhhh!!" You said while hugging him happily. In that year of living together Hoseok slowly dithered out your love for opera and classical music so one day when he sat behind his computer he decided to get you a little present. "See it as an early birthday gift." Hoseok said as you let go of him and kissed him full on the lips. He laughed as he kissed you back, loving to see you so happy.

"It's tonight so I suggest you go pick a nice dress to wear because I know if I don't tell you now you'll take ages." You playfully hit his chest while he laughed. "It's true tho! Now go get ready, we leave at 6." He said. You stood up and got a smack onto your ass. "Yah-" You turned around and looked at him. He smiled and just put on his sunglasses laying down onto the sunned you payed on earlier, smirk on his face. "Go get ready! The longer you take the later it will get."

Once you and Hoseok were ready it was indeed almost time. "Told you, you always take a long time in the bathroom." Hoseok said, kissing your naked shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He checked you out through the mirror in front of you. "You look beautiful in that red off shoulder dress." He said and you smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "Thanks love. You don't look that bad yourself in that black suit with red tie." You turned around and playfully pulled on his tie, pulling him closer so you could kiss his lips. He kissed back, pushing you a bit backwards against the sink of your bathroom. "We should stop now or we won't even make it to the opera." Hoseok said, pulling away from you.

He did a step backwards and reached his arm towards you. "My lady," He said playfully. You laughed and wrapped your arm around his as you both walked out of the house and towards the car.

Once in the opera house Hoseok saw that sparkle in your eyes and it filled him with love and admiration for you. You looked so happy and it made him happy too. "Look how beautiful and classy it looks here! Wah." You said as you walked towards the giant stairs. "Did you knew that 'common people' always needed to sit at the low levels and that the rich sat at their private balcony? Until now it are still the most expansive places in the house." You told him, already walking towards the door that lead you towards the lower levels assuming your seats were there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Hoseok asked, pulling you back. "I'm going towards our seats?" You said questionable. "What else?"

Hoseok pulled you with him and onto the stairs. "Hoseok-" You said, looking at him in disbelieve while he pulled you with him up the stairs. "My princess only deserves the best." He said, kissing the top of your head before walking further through the hall on the second floor.

He opened a door with Hoseok's name written on and just like in every opera house there was your private balcony. "You really paid for all of this?!" You asked surprised while walking onto the small balcony, looking down at the podium a bit further. Hoseok went to stand behind you and held you as he admired the opera house with you.

You really were surprised at how he managed to pay for this. After leaving the mafia you of course also had to leave all the money behind. Mafia wasn't really legal so the money went towards the government who would do it's thing with it. You were already shocked at him Hoseok managed to buy the villa in Italy you were currently living in and now these expensive opera tickets?

"My job pays quite well Y/n. I think you sometimes underestimate my job as a secret agent love." He said, kissing your nape before letting go of you and sitting down in one of the chairs. "Come sit with me love." You went to sit down and as if on clue the lights dimmed and the show started.

"This was so good Hoseok! I loved it so much!" You said enthusiastically. The whole car it back home you couldn't stop talking about everything that evening. From the beautiful building to the lovely voice of the sopranos. He felt like he just took a little girl towards Disneyland, mesmerised by the many fairytales around her. That's how it felt with you right now. "Cute..." He mumbled as he opened the door for you.

Once you walked inside you saw something you didn't expected. The floor was covered with rose petals and on every closet or chair were cadges lighting the way towards the living room. You turned around towards Hoseok in shock. "Did- Did you do all this?" You asked him and he gave you a bright smile nodding. "I hope you like it." He said and you nodded. "Are you kidding?! I love it! Hope... You're so sweet." You said, a tear leaving your eyes.

Hoseok wrapped you in your arms letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh baby, don't cry now." He wipes the tear away that fell out of your eye. "This is supposed to be a happy day." He told you. You smiled through your tears. "It's just that- You're just so sweet Hobi, you're amazing and so kind and caring towards me. I can't help it." You said.

Hoseok softly kissed your lips. "It's alright love. I like doing cute and sweet stuff for you. Seeing you happy makes me happy. You know that. The only thing I want is for you to feel loved." He said. He turned you around, holding your hand. "Now go walk a bit further. I got another surprise for you." You gave him a questionable look before walking further.

"T-Taehyung?!" You run towards him and unfolded him into a tight hug. "You're here. You're really here!" When you left Korea Taehyung didn't. He decided to stay, going back to his family and live there for a while, while he would try finding a new job. You thought you would never see him again and here he was, right in your arms.

"Did you set this all up?!" You asked, pulling away from your arms. The boy laughed and nodded. "How did you manage to do all this?" You asked, looking around the room. There were red, pink and white balloons hanging at the ceiling, small red paper hearts were covering the curtains and of course the many candles and rose petals all over the place. "Thank you so much for this. Both of you. This is so cute." You said, your hands on your chest as you looked at the two boys and the work they pulled off.

"Oh, where are my manners." You said, fanning your head. "Sit down Tae! It's been so long. I wanna talk and know everything that happen with you while I was gone. You want something to drink?"

Taehyung laughed and stopped you. "It's alright Y/n. You don't need to do all this." He gave you a sweet smile. "Besides, this evening is supposed to be only you and Hoseok. I stay here for two weeks so enough time to talk later. You go and enjoy your night with your manz." Taehyung said, raising his eyebrows and taking his jacket off of the couch. "I'll leave you alone now. Have a great night guys!" He said, winking and smirking at you as he passed by. "See you tomorrow!"

You laughed as he left the place. "Aish that little-" You said as you watched him leave. Hoseok stood behind you again to hug you. He loved giving back hug's a lot lately. Even while you were sleeping he would always spoon you. "Baby?" Hoseok called out your name while he placed his head on your shoulder. "Let's do what Taehyung said and make this night ours." Hoseok said. "And how are you planning to do that Mister Jung?" You asked your boyfriend teasingly.

He took a deep breath. "I don't know yet Misses Jung." You turned around and looked at him in shock. In the past year he had never used his last name to address you until now. "Misses Jung?" He nodded and smiled taking a step backwards and suddenly going down on one knee. Your hands went to cover your mouth in chock. Was this real? Was he really just... proposing to you?

Hoseok pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. "Y/n Lee, what would you think of becoming Misses Jung? Will you marry me?" He asked sweetly. He was smiling but you knew inside he was very nervous. So you didn't made him wait long and started nodding your head. "Yes, a thousand times yes. I would love to become your wife Hope." You said and Hoseok's smile widened even more as he stood up again and held you close, his lips meeting yours into a soft but passionate kiss. "You have no idea how happy you make me right now." He said, kissing you over and over again.

You were expected to get the ring around your finger but Hoseok just tossed the box onto the couch and picked you up bridle style. You gasped as he swept you from your feet quite literally. "Let's go celebrate this upstairs, shell we?" He asked and you giggled, caressing his cheek and nodding, kissing his lips as he carried you both upstairs towards your room.

"I love you Hope."

"I love you too, Y/n. My miss mafia."

[zannadu]

Now nobody asked for this but I’m going to do it anyway.

Includes: Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, and Mina Ashido

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of oral sex, kissing, and just dumb funny shit

MHA as Stoners

Katsuki Bakugou

It varies how fast he gets high, but his favorite way to smoke is with a simple joint

Okay this man will refuse to do any at first

But eventually will give in after the rest of the Bakusquad convinces him

(Though he will say “whatever I’ll do it”)

After the first smoke sesh with the squad he began to enjoy it more so he now does it more often.

If you are with him, he will either have a hard time being around her or will want to be next to you the whole time.

If you hold him he will act nonchalant but inside he will be exploding (no pun intended)

He will do his best to cuddle without making you uncomfortable.

He will get the munchies bad and insist you come with him to get more snacks every thirty minutes

He is much more open with his feelings and willing to talk more without yelling

He calms down a lot

He will show much more affection to you around people than he normally does.

Cuddling, kissing, squeezing, biting the whole PDA shabang.

He will not give two shits what everyone else thinks.

And when he finally has you alone, that’s when it gets a little hot and heavy. 👀

And he doesn’t even mean to.

Not that you’re complaining. ✌️

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Katsuki’s hands snaked their way around your waist and his face found a home in the crook of your neck.

“You know, if you want to cuddle, you could just say so,” you stated, resting your hand on his locked arms. He let out a soft groan against your skin. His breathing was slow and his eyes foggy. He squeezed you tighter and moved his hands to intertwine them with yours. His heavy eyes looked up and around the room meeting with everyone else’s eyes.

“You're touchy tonight,” Sero snickered, taking another hit off the joint that currently sat, squished in between his fingers.

Katsuki did nothing but roll his eyes and squeezed your fingers. He placed his mouth closer to your ear, his breath just tickling your ear lobe. Suddenly his teeth began to nibble on your ear, sending shivers down your arms, evident with the goosebumps now arise on your delicate skin.

“What do you say that we go to my room, I want you, ” his voice was low and husky. His fingers released from yours and fiddled the hem of your clothing and caressed your soft skin. His teeth began to but harder, causing you to gasp. He then continued to nibble slowly moving to your neck. How could you say no?

Eijiro Kirishima

It doesn't take very much to get him high so his favorite way to smoke is with a dab pen

Now usually this baby boy is sweet and manly

But when he's been smoking he gets VERY hungry

Like he will eat the entire kitchen.

He will space out a lot but will still listen to you if you're trying to talk to him

(or he will try to)

“Wait, what did you say?”

He isn't afraid of PDA either however he will wait till he's in private with you.

(as he should, he's respectful)

You might need to help him to his room

And try not to let him hug you until you're in bed because he will NOT let go until morning.

He is very sentimental and will give the BEST advice

“Babe, will you come to get food with me please🥺?”

“Kiri, you have a whole pint of ice cream, three bags of chips, AND meat buns. You don't need anything else😂”

He would pout omg.

He would fall asleep if you play with his hair in an instant

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Kirishima laid in your lap, and you picked up each piece of his hair and gently let it fall. He had showered and decided on no gel, therefore his hair is silky soft.

“Babe, why did you let me eat so much?” he groaned looking up at you. All you could do was laugh, being high just made everything funnier. He began to pout which ceased your laughter.

“I tried to stop you, but you wouldn't listen, ” you almost began to laugh again. He groaned and held his stomach.

“Next time, don't let me eat so much, ” he squeezed his eyes so much. You continued playing with his hair and smiled at the tired boy.

His eyes began to close and he looked up at you and soon he was out cold.

Denki Kaminari

His favorite way to smoke it with a pipe. Just makes him feel cool and the glass is trippy

Denki is usually very goofy and doesn't take things seriously, but when he's high he gets very philosophical

Like this man will talk about how space is so big and how a fish finds its way home.

Anything that will make you question your existence

He won't even realize what he's talking about until he looks at the rest of the group who is just starting wide-eyed and thinking about their whole existence on earth.

For some reason, he seems smarter than he lets people believe.

If he's with you he will be resting his head in your lap

He will have deep conversations sigh you

He will unknowingly rub small circles on your thighs while he's lost in thought💕

Continues to pick on Bakugou and how he's much different stoned

Usually wants alone time with you afterward, he feels safer when you sleep with him

He likes to be the little spoon

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Denki sat on the bed and leaned against the wall. His eyes studied the ceiling, his mouth slightly agape in a soft smile as he got even more lost in his thoughts. His eyes were almost entirely closed. The hushed murders from the other teens seemed to entirely disappear. The soft music that was also playing just took his mind further into the abyss.

“Hey do you guys think it's crazy that one muscle in your body is the reason you are alive, and if it just decides to quit one day you will just topple over and die?” Denki continued to stare up at the ceiling. The entire room went silent, the only noise was the light music.

“Dude what the fuck, ” sero looked at home from down on the floor. Denki shifted his head to look at the rest of the gang who were all just staring at him.

“What, I'm just saying, ” he shrugged his shoulders. You just looked at him and laughed. That was the most random thing to say and he probably would do it again soon.

“C’mon baby let's get you to bed, ” you grabbed his hand and went out of the room making sure to say goodnight to everyone. One thing was for sure, Denki could not WAIT to be cuddled.

Sero Hanta

This man's the og stoner and will hit a bong over everything else.

When Sero is stoned he makes sure everyone else is having fun

He makes sure everyone is comfortable with what they are doing

If someone doesn't know how to do something, like hit a bong, he will gladly show them

He is a weed mom

The best kind of mom honestly

If someone is paranoid or worried about an adult finding out or getting in trouble, he will try his darn hardest to calm them down

Has the necessities

Carries gum, eye drops, perfume or cologne on him at all times.

Has a pipe on him always

Provides the goods 🌿

Now let me tell you, this man gets HELLA horny when he's stoned

If everyone is settled in and comfortable he will turn his attention to you.

He doesn't even hide it.

“Mi amor, you look beautiful right now”

He will make you so flustered you will have to leave the room.

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“Sero, what are you doing?” you ask as me scoots over to you across the floor. You can't help but laugh. The cheesy grin on his face was everything at the moment. It seemed like you were the only two in the room.

“Just coming over to check on you, mi amor, ”he purred as he placed his finger under your chin to make you look into his eyes. His eyelids were heavy, the red tint covered by a foggy gloss, just made him that much hotter. He blinked slowly and began to inch closer to your lips.

“Sero, ” you breathed out right before gently placed his lips on yours, moving to pull your body impossibly closer to his. His lips worked over yours as you found your rhythm. He pulled away looking up at your eyes from your lips.

He leaned forward again, this time next to your ear so no one else could hear but you.

“I can't wait till everyone leaves so I can finally find out how good you taste.”

Mina Ashido

This girl's favorite way to smoke is a simple joint

She is great at rolling

(cuz she's good with her fingers if you know what I mean)

She is definitely in charge of the music and the vibes it puts off

But will also try and get everyone to go out and do stuff like getting food or to annoy Aizawa.

She also is the person laughing the most

She will laugh at literally anything

Kirishima making jokes about food or how hungry he is, Denki just acting dumb, or getting a rise outta Bakugou, whatever it is she will be laughing

This girl is part of the alphabet mafia and you can't change my mind🏳️‍🌈

Now she's is a cutie when it comes to relationships

She won't act inappropriately in front of everyone else out of respect for you

However, when she gets you alone that's a whole other story

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“C’mon y/n, let's go to my room. I have something to show you, ” Mina smirked at you and squeezed your hand in hers. You had no other choice to follow her as you were already headed out of Sero’s room and straight to her room. You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to everyone.

You finally made it to her room and she closed the door behind you.

“What did you want to show me?” you asked sitting on her bed. You look around the very pink room and back to her standing in front of you. Mina looked you up and down and reached out to grab your cheeks gently with her hands. She leaned down and kissed you gently, working for her hands down to the hem of your shirt, eager to get it off. Her eyes glazed over and watched your every movement as you striped your clothes. Her fingers grazed over the sides of your arms and you went back in for a kiss. She pushed you farther back onto the bed, straddling her legs around your waist.

“This is going to be fun, ” she said breathlessly and pulled you in yet again for another lustful kiss.

Asks are open!!! This is my first official post on here, advice would be fantastic, or if you have any ideas that would be awesome! Thank you for reading😁❤️